The Toy.

FDE44BE7-D2C6-4000-8885-639E25FBDC89This is another piece of writing based upon an ongoing virtual relationship I have with a Bulgarian lady who I have to regard as my inspiration for my writing at present… she is my muse in so many respects and the excitement that we both experience during a writing session is quite incredibly intense. Almost stream of consciousness in the way in which it manifests itself… far far beyond sexting and simply wonderful to be participant in. I respect this beautiful woman immensely for the wonderful inspiration and dream of one day meeting her for real to thank her from the bottom of my heart…

I sat in the chair beside your bed waiting for you, just as you had instructed me… naked and obedient. Eager to please my beautiful muse…

I heard the door… then the sound of your heels on the wooden floor of the hallway. You stopped… I knew you were hanging your coat. Your footsteps continued. You are outside the door.

The door opens slowly and you are here…  without a word, you approach… I smell your scent… heavy in the air. I raise my eyes slowly… admiring your every detail.

Your black trousers clinging to the smooth curves of your thighs… the fine silk of your blouse barely concealing you… the plunging neckline… inviting me…

The delicate chain draped across the contours of your breast… the rich darkness of your hair across your shoulders… framing your face… your eyes meet mine…

There is a fire in your eyes… an intensity. Your crimson lips… no hint of a smile… I am your captive… your plaything. Still no words as your eyes examine me… I blush

Your hands slowly begin to unbutton your blouse… each button teasing me with the delights they torment me with… my delicious temptress…

I feel my arousal taking over… you know this… your eyes devour me… I see your tongue run across the fullness of your lips… you will have your way with me…

But first you will torture me… you told me you would… and you are. A sweet torture that intoxicates me… you know I cannot resist you… you know I will obey…

Your blouse, now unbuttoned… I see the delicious detail of your lingerie… the heaviness of your breasts… those breasts which you told me had caused you trouble… but not now… now they are an instrument of my torture…

Those gentle fingers pull at the single button of your trousers… and slide the zipper down… a wiggle of your hips and they slip across your stocking clad thighs…

You hear my gasp… was there a hint of a smile? My arousal twitches involuntarily… it doesn’t escape your eyes… the silken blouse falls from your shoulder…

You know you are in control… I know you are in control… my every fantasy is entirely focused upon you… I have told you this so often… and now you are tormenting me with it… with my darkest desires…

I sit… transfixed by the woman you are. Frozen… no words… just as instructed… as a rabbit in the glare of headlights… I am mesmerised by your sensuality.

You slowly sit on the edge of the bed facing me… legs slightly apart… observing my every response. You see my hunger… was that another smile?

You raise a stockinged leg and stroke my leg… I tremble at the touch… your foot teasing my thigh… I close my eyes… as though to resist the temptation to break the rules you had set out…

My eyes open… just as you reach out… my hands gripping my thighs… desperately resisting you… your fingers stroke my arousal… barely touching… the torture

I want to touch you so very much… but I know the rules… I will only be rewarded if I am obedient… but the torment you put me through is overwhelming… the pure desires I feel

You know my agony… you see my agony… my hardness… my readiness for you… my mistress… my temptress… my sensual torturer…

A shining bead of my lust for you forms at the tip of my hardness… I see the fire in your eyes… you grasp me firmly in your hand… milking more… a finger strokes around my swollen head…

Gathering up my nectar… you bring your finger to my lips… I kiss… tasting my own desires for you… you smile… running your finger across my lips… I lick hungrily

Still I sit and wait… watch… devouring you with my eyes. Every curve of your body… every centimetre… You reach behind you… I stop breathing… the anticipation… as you unfasten your bra…

I am frozen as the beautiful lace falls away… I can feel the relief you experience in your breasts… the freedom from constraints… I see the marks the fabric has left on your flesh…

You lean forwards, both hands cup your breasts… silently, you gently pinch each nipple… they are so very sensitive… so hard… closer you bring them to me…

I feel the firmness of your breasts against my hardness… the sensation is so intensely erotic… you delicately stroke the shaft with your nipple… slowly approaching the head…

My arousal is beyond description… my juices flow in a silver stream… coating your nipple… and then… you lean in towards me… staring into my eyes… you pull my head to your breast…

My lips find you… the taste of myself… I feed from you… I hear you breathing heavily… I sense your intense arousal…

I feel you reach behind you… my heart races with the unknown torture you are about to inflict… and then I feel it… the unmistakable smoothness against my cheek…

You are torturing me with the toy with which you bring yourself immense pleasure…

You sit back… my taste still lingering on my lips. Your eyes fixed on me as you tease my lips with the toy… the intimacy of this moment…. the darkness of our desires… my tongue delicately explores the shaft… the smooth shaft of this new found torture…

I see you on the edge of the bed… a hand slips inside your panties… there is an urgency to your movements now… your own arousal is now a priority… the torture you are inflicting is slowly reversing….

The sight of me enveloping the smooth toy cock with my lips… a sweet taboo… I hear you gasp as your fingers perform their own magic… your thighs spread wide luridly… my eyes feast upon your sensual beauty. The object of my every fantasy….

You slowly take the toy from my hungry mouth… I can only watch… you grasp it firmly…. I desperately want it to be me… but no… you have other ideas…

My eyes are fixed on yours… you bring your deliciously wet fingers to your mouth… I struggle to keep control as I watch you savour the nectar of your arousal whilst pressing the toy against your most intimate place…

The wet lace clings to you… your swollen lips just visible… the smooth toy gliding along the length of the furrow between… you beckon me closer….

I drop down between your legs… completely at your command… fixated with your every erotic movement… you gently pull the lace aside… bring the very tip of the toy to your waiting clit… just one touch and your body convulses… such is your arousal… such is the sensitivity…

I help keep the lace aside as you pull my head closer…. Your aroma fills my nostrils…. the heavenly fragrance of raw sex… your sex… you gently part your lips with your fingers…. the moist velvety pinkness… you press the toy cock lower… finding your entrance… the place I want to be…

You clench my hair and pull me close… I sense what you want from me… I find your most sensitive place with my tongue… the toy cock begins to slide inside… I feel it beside my tongue as I tease your erect clit… your lips wide as the cock goes deeper….

You spread your legs even wider… I can sense the intense pleasure running through your whole being… my tongue pressing hard as the cock fucks… you slowly slide it from you… I cannot resist… I devour your juices from the cock… I hear you panting with dark desires…

I hear you whispering my name… telling me what a bad bad boy I am… such a naughty cock sucker… ‘only for you’ I reply… only for you… your words are killing me softly… teasing me… torturing me… telling me that next time it will not be a toy… my hunger takes over…

I bury my face in you… your hands pulling my hair hard… fucking my face… I feel you grind against me… I know you are so close… I am drowning in you… your entire body shaking… my tongue so deep… the violence of your orgasm is intense… you freeze as it hits you… tightly gripping me…. Holding me hard against your pulsating pussy as it floods me…

As the waves of pleasure subside…. I hear your soft moans of deep contentment… the joy… that moment of pure satisfaction… I live for that sound… I live for giving you pleasure… my sweet torturer… my delicious muse…. I am yours

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