OK since I'm busted here! I'll play along with this game!!
This is out of the middle of a story!
How about a shower before we eat some lunch and head back to the marina? You said sure and we headed below deck. We took a warm shower and washed each others bodies. When we were done we went up to the kitchen and made sandwiches and took them out on the front deck to eat. I was finishing putting things away in the kitchen after lunch when you came by and took my hand without saying a word and lead me back down to the bedroom. You slid off your sundress and climbed up on the bed and just motioned me to join you with your finger. I pulled of my clothes and climbed into the bed with you. We kissed each other and our hands explored each other bodies. I slowly slid down your body taking your breast into my mouth and spent a lot of time just focusing on your breast sucking, kissing and licking. I then moved on down you were lying flat on your back and you moaned as my tongue gently separated your lips and I tasted your sweet juice again. I slowly worked my tongue around your clit and in your wet vagina. I placed my hands up on your breast and you put your hands on top of me and showed my how you liked them squeezed and your nipples pinched.
LM, you touched a nerve here. I actually had to have a talk with our boss's boss and her boss because a story I wrote for a writing group I was in got into the wrong hands.... : )
I did the story version first, then redid it in poetic verse....
Rosenrot
Darkened room, the walls bathed in black dotted with candle points, the heat of the miniscule flames suffocating, intoxicating, arousing. Leather tight on heated skin, subservience at its greatest, I am no longer my own master. Cold metal on hot flesh, the will is fading into acquiescence as my walls are destroyed. Fingers tracing lines on bare skin, straining against my confines, whimpering mews escaping painted lips. Punishment gift-wrapped in exquisite pleasure, topped with a bow of obedience, I am his. Pink rose exposed to the world, the shame enveloping me rapidly overpowered by lust. I must be taken, shown my position on the totem, that he is the master and I am the servant. I am a puppet and he is my puppeteer, invisible lines connected to my core, following his whim with a flick of his wrist. Cupping me roughly, calloused hands pawing, whispering words, guttural cries: This is mine. You are mine. As a man masters an animal I am broken. No will of my own, only to please who stands before me. Two hands become four become six, no longer a cherished lover but a shared plaything, placating and obedient. No thought taboo save disobedience, quickly punished with burning justice, no escape. Apologies rampant, I bow to his wants. Take them in under watchful eye, cater their needs, desires, forgoing my own. I am nothing until he makes me something. The most secret of places violated with nary a sound rewarded with loving strokes and velvety lips. Pleasure spiked with pain, enticing my senses like a drug, I have no control, I don’t want control. Their lust vanquished, I am only his, my heart gripped tight in his grasp as a falcon grips its prey. He is my light, my life, and I will belong to no one else. Taste his beauty hot on my lips, a lover’s kiss only he can deliver. Like the finest German chocolate melting across my tongue I savour his sweetness. His breath fueling my desire, sweet release, I cling to him, cresting and ebbing, cresting and ebbing, waves of ecstatic waters washing over me. Entwined in his embrace, ebbing softly, slowly, the gentle blanket of sleep.
The story itself, Mein Teil, is 13 typed single spaced pages of straight-on porn.... ; )
For sure....but it's on my other computer ;). Someone remind me at some stage and I'll go edit a passage to comply with TOS :-o. Actually I think my story on group sex might meet the requirements.....
An excerpt from a piece I wrote for DW, edited slightly for TOS:
I take hold of your wrists and gently pull them behind your back, holding them together with one hand. I take a length of rope from my bag, double it back on itself, and use it to bind your wrists together. Another length of rope is used to bind your upper arms, just above your elbows, pulling them towards each other and causing your chest to jut out even more than usual. I move closer to you, so that my manhood is brushing up against your bound hands, and instruct you to stroke it.
My hands move back to your breasts and continue to pinch your nipples while you gently rub my penis through my trousers. I reach into my bag again and take out a pair of nipple clamps connected together by a length of chain. I take your left nipple and roll it between my forefinger and thumb, pinching it slightly, and then place one of the clamps behind my fingertips at the base of your nipple. Slowly I turn the cylinder to tighten the clamp, watching your face in the mirror until I see you wince. I take the other clamp and repeat this process on your right nipple. The clamps sting at first, but after a moment you slow your breathing and relax, and the slight pain slowly dissipates.
"Wha-what are you going to do me," you manage to stammer.....
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OK since I'm busted here! I'll play along with this game!!
This is out of the middle of a story!
How about a shower before we eat some lunch and head back to the marina? You said sure and we headed below deck. We took a warm shower and washed each others bodies. When we were done we went up to the kitchen and made sandwiches and took them out on the front deck to eat. I was finishing putting things away in the kitchen after lunch when you came by and took my hand without saying a word and lead me back down to the bedroom. You slid off your sundress and climbed up on the bed and just motioned me to join you with your finger. I pulled of my clothes and climbed into the bed with you. We kissed each other and our hands explored each other bodies. I slowly slid down your body taking your breast into my mouth and spent a lot of time just focusing on your breast sucking, kissing and licking. I then moved on down you were lying flat on your back and you moaned as my tongue gently separated your lips and I tasted your sweet juice again. I slowly worked my tongue around your clit and in your wet vagina. I placed my hands up on your breast and you put your hands on top of me and showed my how you liked them squeezed and your nipples pinched.
LM, you touched a nerve here. I actually had to have a talk with our boss's boss and her boss because a story I wrote for a writing group I was in got into the wrong hands.... : )
I did the story version first, then redid it in poetic verse....
Rosenrot
Darkened room,
the walls bathed in black dotted with candle points,
the heat of the miniscule flames suffocating,
intoxicating, arousing.
Leather tight on heated skin,
subservience at its greatest,
I am no longer my own master.
Cold metal on hot flesh,
the will is fading
into acquiescence
as my walls are destroyed.
Fingers tracing lines
on bare skin,
straining against my confines,
whimpering mews escaping painted lips.
Punishment gift-wrapped in exquisite pleasure,
topped with a bow of obedience,
I am his.
Pink rose exposed to the world,
the shame enveloping me
rapidly overpowered by lust.
I must be taken,
shown my position on the totem,
that he is the master
and I am the servant.
I am a puppet
and he is my puppeteer,
invisible lines connected to my core,
following his whim
with a flick of his wrist.
Cupping me roughly,
calloused hands pawing,
whispering words,
guttural cries:
This is mine.
You are mine.
As a man masters an animal
I am broken.
No will of my own,
only to please
who stands before me.
Two hands become four become six,
no longer a cherished lover
but a shared plaything,
placating and obedient.
No thought taboo
save disobedience,
quickly punished with burning justice,
no escape.
Apologies rampant, I bow to his wants.
Take them in under watchful eye,
cater their needs, desires,
forgoing my own.
I am nothing until he makes me something.
The most secret of places
violated with nary a sound
rewarded with loving strokes
and velvety lips.
Pleasure spiked with pain,
enticing my senses like a drug,
I have no control,
I don’t want control.
Their lust vanquished,
I am only his,
my heart gripped tight in his grasp
as a falcon grips its prey.
He is my light,
my life,
and I will belong to no one else.
Taste his beauty
hot on my lips,
a lover’s kiss
only he can deliver.
Like the finest German chocolate
melting across my tongue
I savour his sweetness.
His breath fueling my desire,
sweet release,
I cling to him,
cresting and ebbing,
cresting and ebbing,
waves of ecstatic waters washing over me.
Entwined in his embrace,
ebbing softly, slowly,
the gentle blanket of sleep.
The story itself, Mein Teil, is 13 typed single spaced pages of straight-on porn.... ; )
An excerpt from a piece I wrote for DW, edited slightly for TOS:
I take hold of your wrists and gently pull them behind your back, holding them together with one hand. I take a length of rope from my bag, double it back on itself, and use it to bind your wrists together. Another length of rope is used to bind your upper arms, just above your elbows, pulling them towards each other and causing your chest to jut out even more than usual. I move closer to you, so that my manhood is brushing up against your bound hands, and instruct you to stroke it.
My hands move back to your breasts and continue to pinch your nipples while you gently rub my penis through my trousers. I reach into my bag again and take out a pair of nipple clamps connected together by a length of chain. I take your left nipple and roll it between my forefinger and thumb, pinching it slightly, and then place one of the clamps behind my fingertips at the base of your nipple. Slowly I turn the cylinder to tighten the clamp, watching your face in the mirror until I see you wince. I take the other clamp and repeat this process on your right nipple. The clamps sting at first, but after a moment you slow your breathing and relax, and the slight pain slowly dissipates.
"Wha-what are you going to do me," you manage to stammer.....
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