The Taste Of Him…

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It is difficult having pillow talk when your lover is “virtual”…. but we do. On one particular evening a conversation developed based around her fantasy of seeing me with another man. She would be present… watching… masturbating. It was a wonderful intoxicating conversation… with both of us highly aroused. I suggested that it might be exciting for her to select one of her followers from her instagram account to be the “chosen one”.

I was a little apprehensive at first, but I was intensely aroused at the thought. Especially if they were to know that they would be part of the story I have written here. It wasn’t easy… my muse has many suitors! In the end the story wasn’t based around any specific individual… but there were one or two who intrigued us both, and I am sure our adventures will involve them at some point…

Please enjoy

I was a little apprehensive at first, but I was intensely aroused at the thought. Especially if they were to know that they would be part of the story I have written here. It wasn’t easy… my muse has many suitors! In the end the story wasn’t based around any specific individual… but there were one or two who intrigued us both, and I am sure our adventures will involve them at some point…

Please enjoy

I sat at the foot of the chaise longue, dressed in torn Levi’s and a loose white silk shirt, barefoot. You sat in a chair to one side… outside the cameras view, watching everything. He stood behind the camera, set on a tripod, capturing my every movement… the artist at work.

I was anxious, not accustomed to modelling. I knew what you wanted… what you had fantasised. He was an experienced artist and reassured me as I posed… posed and undressed beneath the all seeing eye of his lens. Strong sunlight flooded through the windows, casting long shadows…

I looked towards you… dressed in that beautiful button through dress which flattered your figure so perfectly. Our eyes met. I saw that unmistakable fire… intense desire. Insatiable lust that I craved…

I began to slowly unfasten the heavy leather belt of my denims… my fingers trembling at what I was doing. The belt released, I unbuttoned the jeans. The camera stealing every moment… that tantalising glimpse of the black lace you insisted that I wear… the artist’s eyes are transfixed on what I reveal…

He moves towards me and reaches for the leather belt, moving it slightly aside… it is impossible for me to conceal my arousal… he sees and is silent. Slowly he returns behind the lens. I proceed. I stand before my audience and teasingly start to slide my jeans down, the shirt only partly concealing…

My hardness clearly visible through the lace… I am aware of you shifting in your seat. My mouth is dry. This is new to me, but intoxicating. I know I am being provocative… and it excites me. I know it excites you… and I know he must feel the same, because you had told me that he would…

I sit back down and unfasten the shirt… every button reveals more flesh. The final button undone, the material falls away… the contrast of flesh with the smooth white silk and the delicate lace… the rough denim… the obvious masculinity and yet the gossamer like femininity of the lingerie… the taboo

He moved… I watched. His dark features…  his dark thoughts… This time he stood before me. I looked up into his eyes… for the first time. There was a sensitivity… but a hunger… I could see what had charmed you. His dark unkempt hair… unshaven. His coolness. This artisan. I turn my head to you. Your eyes imploring me to do what you had asked… I do…

Still watching you I reach for him… my fingers stroke… where you said I should. I feel the firmness beneath the smooth fabric of his black trousers… the swelling of his manhood. Your eyes watch… taking every movement in… every delicate touch. My other hand finds his zipper… sliding it down… so very slowly…

The impressive bulge in his trousers grows… my hand finds it and holds him firmly through the fabric…. I hear you let out a gasp… I know you have dreamt of watching me do this.  Slowly I stroke him… ever so slowly… ever so firmly…. He groans. I look up at him… he smiles a wicked smile and looks over to you…

You look into his eyes… and begin to reveal for him. Slowly opening your dress… your breasts fall under his gaze… encased in the lace of your bra… I can feel him grow in my hand as he sees… I slide my hand inside the opening and find him… you see my eyes light up… I know you are watching as I discover his concealed rewards…

My other hand releases his belt… his trousers drop a little… I slide inside his underwear and grasp him… his thick meaty cock is in my hand… not yet hard… but swelling… I release him… he swings free in front of me… my eyes devour him… beautiful and heavy… his large balls full… shaved and pristine….

I know you have seen him before… because he told me… he told me you had asked to see him… in those conversations when you planned this… but now you can see him for real… with me. Just as you had fantasised… in front of you… your dark fantasy is unfolding…

I hold his beautiful cock… examining every detail… the thick veins… pulling back the foreskin… that wonderful head, like a ripe plum… swollen and angry… I squeeze the shaft… a silvery bead of precum forms… his arousal is taking over… proud and hard… ready.

I lean closer… and delicately  touch the shaft with my tongue… his maleness fills my nostrils… my tongue runs along his length… so very long… so very thick… so very hard… I feel him tremble as my tongue circles the head. His precum flows freely from him… I taste his bitter sweet juice…

I see you… your dress opened… exposed… his eyes all over you… every sensual curve of your body. He has seen you before… he has told me… as he talked to you… you had shown him… but not like this. Never like this… beyond his wildest dreams. The object of his fantasy before him… her hand inside her panties… pleasuring herself as I knelt before him…

My tongue swirls around the smooth head… gathering up his nectar… feasting on him… coating my lips with his taste. I take him fully in my hungry mouth… I know you are in heaven. Your dark fantasy to watch me pleasure another man before you… as you plunge your fingers deep inside you…

I feel his hands hold my head… guiding me… controlling… fucking me… I hold the base of his cock… his full balls… I take him from my mouth and admire the beautiful manhood… he steps back… his trousers slipped down… I sit on the edge of the chaise longue as he drops down and crouches between my legs…

He drags my jeans down and reveals me to his eyes… my hardness in the beautiful lace… he strokes me through the damp lace… damp from my arousal… his fingers slip inside… taking me into his grasp… slowly milking me… I Iie back… I look down into his eyes as he takes me into his mouth…

I watch you… thighs parted… a vision of pure erotic lust… this is about us… pure freedom… our exploration… our sweetest taboo. You get up from the chair… walk towards us… your own fingers no longer enough… your dress falls to the floor… his eyes feast…

In one smooth movement… you crouch above me… your legs astride my face… he watches you… as you lower yourself… his mouth all the time working magic on me… you press down… your fingers pulling the lace aside… the heat of you… your wetness… I taste you… like a leaf you tremble…

My tongue deep inside you… your hands pull your bra down over your breasts… nipples hard… they sway above me as you grind down on my face… he watches… stroking my aching hardness faster… enchanted by you… my beautiful vixen… this moment I want to last…

You beckon him to you… he comes… his cock sways before him… hard and dripping… you turn to him… and take him in your hand… you have waited long for this… he told me so… because you told him… how you wanted to take him in your mouth… bring him ultimate pleasure… I watch

Your beautiful lips engulf him… smearing your scarlet lipstick along his thick cock… taking him all… as you told him you would… I bring my mouth back to your heavenly place… your thighs gripping me… you gaze up into his eyes… take him from your mouth… and milk him harder in your slender fingers… faster… your mouth wide… your tongue teasing… my fingers probing deeper as I lick…

Your ecstatic moans fill the room… your pussy aching to be filled… but so is your mouth… we are your toys… here to serve you… and we are… I know he is close… you know he is close… your eyes locked on his… his knees are shaking… I feel your pussy twitch… the velvet walls grip my fingers… your nectar flows…

And then he erupts… violently… thick jets of his cream… across your tongue… over your breasts… hot on the skin… fresh from him… your mouth takes him again… your hunger… wild abandon… your pussy lets go… you squirt heavily… drowning me in your femininity…

I lick my way up your body… taking all he has given… your breasts covered in him… I take it all… gathering it for you… he moves away… and you look deep into my eyes… we kiss… we share… we devour each other… and him… the only words spoken come from you to me… “Thank you”.

Your Pleasure… My Heaven.

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Image courtesy @volna_samolvonitsa

My wonderful virtual relationship continues… it has reached a quite breathtaking intensity. Our sharing of feelings and dark desires flow freely… the element of trust is so very important in our conversations. Trust and honesty, combined with an open-ness that I have very rarely experienced before. A complete freedom of expression with each other has opened my mind to new thoughts, new understanding.

The following passage in my blog is the second half of a dream I had about her. I haven’t included the first half simply because it was written real time in a conversation we were having and so is lost in the dialogue of our messages.

To set the scene, the inspiration for the dream was found in the above photograph which she sent me. She took the image whilst at work. In my dream I enter the room to be confronted by this image. She is leaning over the conference table. An as yet faceless lover is taking her from behind. She is in a deeply ecstatic state. I am frozen until she beckons me closer… I willingly do. Please enjoy reading this as much as we did putting this episode together.

I know your intense sexual desires… my love for you is so deep that seeing your ecstasy while being pleasured by this other man arouses me equally… but only if I can help make your pleasure even greater.

No jealousy… just a longing to see you completely fulfilled… totally satisfied… only then can I know we are both happy.

He is fucking you with long, deep thrusts, my tongue pressed against your clit as his thick cock slides into you… your delicious nectar coats his beautiful hardness… I can taste you on him… I feel your hands pressing me down.

Suddenly he pulls out of you… his hard cock slaps my cheek as I tease you… I am overcome with lust and take him in my mouth… cleaning all of you from him… I swirl my tongue around the huge swollen head…. His precum leaking and mixing with your taste…

I can hear you groaning as you watch me suck on him…. you watch me with wide eyes as I feed on him hungrily…. I take hold of him and bring the solid penis back to your waiting pussy…. I tease your clit with him… rubbing it with his dripping cock… then push him between your beautiful pussy lips and deep into you….

This time he fucks you hard… I know you want it… your gasps as he goes deep… your legs around his waist pulling him harder into you… wanting more…. much more… I kiss you as he fills you…. our tongues devouring each other and his taste mixed with yours…

I have never been more aroused as I am watching you in pure sensual heaven… you hold my cock as he fucks… as we kiss… you milk the precum from me…. we are both in an ecstatic state… we want it all… everything….

We both know that he is close… he fucks you faster…. your beautiful breasts heaving with every deep hard thrust… your chest is flushed crimson with your intense aroused state… I know he has brought you close too… I can see his cock drive hard into you one final time… he desperately pulls from you, groaning as he reaches his climax…. he holds it firmly, stroking faster and faster, he erupts…. his hot cum sprays across your soft white belly… up over your breasts… splashing our blissful faces as we watch….

He strokes his cock across you… spreading his cum over your skin, your pussy…  milking the last few drops as we kiss… oblivious to him… lost in our lust for each other. I stroke your breasts and feel his thick cream…. I gather it on my fingers and bring it to our lips… 

You roll me over onto my back… I am yours… captured by you for your pleasure… You rise above me… pinning me down to the table… legs a stride me… your heavy breasts swinging above me… I see his cream still coating your skin… you reach down and hold me… my hardness ready for you…

I watch as you slide me between your swollen pussy lips… pressing slowly down… impaling yourself on me… I glide into you… slowly… deeply… you are in control.

His cum drips from your hard nipples… onto my chest… as you fuck me… I lick him from your breasts…

You lean back and take me deep… deep inside you… your pussy grips me hard… your strong thighs riding me… fucking me the way I have dreamed you would… possessing me… taking every piece of me… displaying your lust… your insatiable appetite for me… our mutual desires fulfilled

My dark desires to see you in ecstasy… even at the hands of others… just to witness your pleasure… I know you are still mine…

Your pleasure is my pleasure… and now this moment is ours… our private moment… we have used our friend for our own sensual needs…. and now he has gone

Only the traces of his climax remain…. Feeding our hunger… as you fuck me harder and harder…. your breasts pressed against me as we move together…

His cum covers our skin as we become one… I know I am close…. I know you are close… our intensity increases… you feel me swelling inside you… your fingers furiously rubbing your clit as we fuck

the moment has arrived…. I feel your pussy holding me tight…. I fill you… you feel me spasm inside you… the heat… you lean back… pressing down harder wanting me deeper… your face reveals your heaven… we are frozen in this moment

I gaze up at you… your beautiful body before me… mine… you slowly rise from me… I slide from you… we watch… my cum floods from you… over me… we smile together… I see you touch yourself…. savouring the delicious feelings… you bring your fingers to my lips… I lick them… your wicked smile… as I devour our mingled tastes from them you say… “This is what I want”.

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

The Woman In The Gallery.

 

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The moment I walked into the gallery I saw her… standing alone, deep in thought. She had her back towards me… deep auburn hair with dark rimmed glasses perched on top of her head as she took in the large abstract work in front of her. She wore a dark wool fitted coat which stopped above the knee. Her black trousers and heeled ankle boots added to the elegance of her appearance… understated but effortlessly feminine.

Slowly she turned. Her eyes turned towards me… had she seen me? I thought for a moment she had. She had a an intensity about her… difficult to describe, but it was clear she was deep in thought. Maybe about the art, maybe something else, was she distracted. The phone in her hand might mean she is…

She made her way through the gallery… stopping to take in what she saw. I followed, taking in every detail about her. Her coat was open and she wore a white silk blouse… a woman completely comfortable with herself. She saw me looking… our eyes met. Her face softened… was that a hint of a smile, or just a knowing look. Knowing that I was enchanted by her. She continued on her way.

She vanished… disappearing through the doors into the busy street. A brief encounter. A missed chance. I wandered amongst the artwork, not really concentrating, subdued with a distinct melancholy.

I made my way out into the street. Looking one way, then the other. I headed for a nearby bar… eager to escape the crowds. I entered the door, my eyes adjusting to the dimly lit space. I ordered a coffee and made my way to a table by the window. As I sat down, I glanced up… there she was.

Sitting at a small round table in the corner… her legs crossed, and looking at her phone in her hand. She looked up at the sound of my chair on the tiled floor as I sat down… that look again, only this time I am sure there was a smile.

Something radiated from her… it rendered her irresistible. Intensely desirable. She looked back to her phone. I was glad. It meant that I could watch her more without appearing inappropriate. Her warm chestnut coloured hair shone in the strong sunlight from the window.

She wore little makeup… a hint of rouge on her high cheekbones, and mascara around this delicious eyes. She didn’t need any at all… her skin like smooth porcelain.

The curve of her neck, slender and elegant, partly concealed by her hair. As I watched she began to remove her coat… my heart nearly stopped I swear…

As her back arched, the silk of her blouse clung to her chest like a second skin… time stood still. Her wonderful form displayed to my inquisitive eyes. The lace swirls and texture of her underwear plain to see… she knew I was watching. She knew the torture she was administering. As she draped the coat over the back of her chair she cast her eyes towards me… I looked away. She had caught me red handed.

This time I knew there was a smile… she knew she had an admirer. The hint of colour to her cheek told me she was flattered. Her eyes fell back to her phone and her slender fingers started typing.  Who was she communicating with? Her lover? Just a friend? Did she have a lover? Surely she must…

What was he like? Did he appreciate her beauty as I was now? But maybe she preferred the intimacy of other women… my mind was a mess of thoughts. Who was this enigma of a woman?

My eyes dropped to her crossed legs… everything of her was perfect to my eye. The delicious curve of the back of her thigh through her fitted trousers… where it met the chair…

Every way she moved spoke to me… but in a language which was primal in its origin. There were no words… just the unmistakable awareness of each others presence.

She knew that I was watching… the way her hand went to her neck and fondled her hair. The way she brought her fingers to her lips…

Although the bar was busy, I was oblivious to anything other than this vision before me. The thoughts which flooded my mind were intoxicating in their sensuality…

I imagined her naked… devouring her with my eyes… the sensual fullness of her breasts… My imagination running away with me. Where did her lover touch her? What did she dream of? What were her wildest fantasies? I imagined touching her most intimate parts… seeing her throw her head back as she reaches her point of no return…

A voice disturbed my thoughts… “What would you like sir?” I looked up at the waitress and apologised. I saw the woman look up and smile at me… she knew the places I had been. She knew…

Her smile was full of genuine warmth… beautiful pouting lips, and those eyes. Eyes to fall into and drown a happy man. She brought her glasses down from her head and looked down at her phone. Her smile broadened. I was truly mesmerised by her every detail. She took a sip of coffee, leaving a trace of her lipstick on the rim of the cup. Everything this woman did simply oozed with sensuality.

She had that elegance that maturity brings… a confidence in her womanliness. A woman accustomed to being looked at. Her body had a beautiful fullness… the way she dressed. A deep sensuality which a mature woman can command effortlessly… where younger women simply flounder.

I could smell her… a heady fragrance. Intoxicating… My eyes dropped to her crossed legs. Between the top of her black ankle high boots and her trouser bottom, I could glimpse a few centimetres of stocking. My imagination took over… I could feel my cheeks burn as my eyes undressed this siren before me…

The vision of this woman in my mind was overwhelming. The silk of her blouse could not conceal the beauty from my hungry eyes… where it touched her skin revealed so much. It was unbuttoned, just enough to show a hint of the voluptuous charms she possessed.

My mouth was dry… the thoughts I was having were beyond the explicit. I wanted this woman. I wanted to experience all of her… every piece of her… explore her most intimate places… taste her arousal… devour her, and not simply with my eyes. I wanted her to possess me…

I imagined standing before her… exploring her with my eyes… discovering her. Falling into her eyes. Her cheekbones flushed with the electricity flowing through our bodies… those lips slightly parted.

My eyes follow her neck down… past the delicate chain. The white silk… the flesh of her cleavage. The fullness of her breasts… your breasts. The intense sensuality… the pure femininity… you intoxicate my mind.

I see the fabric of your lingerie pressed against your blouse… the swirling lace. You slowly bring up your hands… slowly you unbutton… one by one… I feel your eyes on me… taking in the pure lust I have for you.

Gently I brush your blouse aside… you throw back your head at my touch… I hear you gasp as I delicately trace the heavy embroidery of your bra… I know you are aroused… your nipples so obvious through the material…

My finger follows the edge of the garment that encases your breasts… I feel you tremble… I know your desires. I take them in my hands… I feel their luscious heaviness… slowly my hands drop and hold your waist… following the delicious curves…

Your breathing is becoming quicker… as I drop to my knees before you.

I look up into your eyes… over your delicious smooth belly, past your lace covered breasts. ‘I want you’ I whisper… your eyes close… ‘have me…’ My fingers find the button of your trousers…

I feel your desire… as the zipper reveals… the lace that conceals. Your trousers fall… sliding to the ground over your stockings. My eyes are wide…

The delicate lace… so feminine… so intensely provocative. I run my fingers the length of your legs… the textures… from your stockings to your flesh…

I feel the heat from your most intimate place… I feel your fingers clenched in my hair… pulling me closer… I smell you… I am yours…

You press my face hard against you… there is violent urgency… the damp lace against my skin… I bury my face in you as you part your thighs…

I pull away… but only a few centimetres… I need to explore you more… my fingers touch you through the delicate lace… your swollen lips… I hear you gasp. My eyes look up at you… both your hands clutching your breasts…

I gently pull aside your panties… the moist folds of your delicious femininity… with my fingers I slowly part your lips…

‘Please….’ I hear you hiss… I do… the tip of my tongue brushes your most sensitive place. I feel your whole being quiver… one hand still grasping your breasts, the other tugging my hair in a plea for more…I devour you…

You lean back against the edge of the table… my tongue now exploring… probing your secrets… your sweet juices flow… I feel you tighten on my tongue… your velvet inner lips seducing me…

The smell of your arousal fills my nostrils as I pleasure you… I dream of this moment… your heavenly release… overcome with lust as my tongue fucks…

I gaze up at you… your breasts have spilled out from their lacy confines… your engorged nipples, thick and proud… waiting. Your juices pour… I want to drown in you…

Both your hands pulling me fiercely… your hips grinding… I feel how close you are… my tongue pressed hard against your clit… first two fingers, then three… your legs shake uncontrollably…

Your soft cries of pleasure becoming more intense as you reach that point… I know you are mine… I taste your climax… your pussy on fire as the ripples of pleasure become a tsunami…

Your hands that pulled… now pushed away… the intense sensitivity is too much… your face flushed… your beautiful breasts heaving… eyes closed, you lie back on the table.

My daydreams are awoken as I see you get up from your table in the cafe… your eyes watching me. You begin to put on your coat. The beautiful posture as you slip your arms into the sleeves… You know my thoughts… you know where I have been… and as quickly as you entered my life so briefly, you were gone…

The Taste.

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Followers of my blog will know of my ongoing relationship with an online friend on Instagram… It will come as no surprise to them that this post is going to be a further piece of writing based around that wonderful liaison. The term “muse” is used heavily these days, and in my view rather too loosely. I see the term as describing an inspirational relationship between a person, the muse, and an artist, but recently it seems that it is used to simply refer to any particular fixation with an individual whom they find appealing.

Without wanting to sound pretentious, I think that my online relationship certainly falls into the former definition. Describing myself as an “artist” may be stretching things… but she certainly inspires me in my writing deeply, and as such, she is most definitely my muse. The relationship, based around Instagram, obviously revolves around imagery and so I am sure many might assume that my obsession is with a woman who posts provocative images of herself and I am fixated. Wrong! Her images are subtly nuanced and in no way gratuitous. In fact there is far more dialogue than picture sharing. The intensity of our conversations are quite astonishing and she constantly encourages me to write. The following piece is a transcript of one such conversation, albeit only my words, and not her comments, as this is what she inspired me to write.

So here goes…. 

The Taste.

You stand before me… wearing only the lingerie… you knew exactly what Master liked. My hands clasped together around your ankle… I slide them up slowly… over your shins… your calves… sliding over your knee… your thigh… the top of your thigh where the lace stocking top hugs you…

…my hands hold their position… my fingers unclasp and stroke the silk like skin between your stocking and your panties… my slow touch has you pinned… my fingers dance over your flesh… letting their tips occasionally brush dangerously close to where you want me to touch you most…

I slide my fingers between the lace of your stocking and your skin… and slowly drag it down your leg… pulling it off your foot as I look up at you and smile. I do the same with your other leg… sliding the fabric and lace down… letting it fall to the ground…

I lean forward in towards you… and rest my head against your belly as I slide my hands slowly up the backs of your legs…. my fingers linger in that heart shaped space below your most intimate place… I feel your hands in my hair…. I inhale your scent deeply as my fingers find the edge of your panties… and begin to remove them…

You suck in your breath when you feel the damp lace pull away from your skin… you feel the heat rise in your face and smile as you feel my breath exhale over your swollen little clit… you hiss and tighten your grip on my hair as you feel my gentle kisses on your skin…

You want so badly to lock your thighs around my shoulders… pinning my warm face in place… keeping me there until you drown me in your sweet nectar… but you don’t… you stand perfectly still… as I told you… “Let me” I tell you…

You let me…

I use every bit of my self control not to devour you… wanting to bury my face and fingers inside you as you need me to… my fingers relax on the swollen lips of your intimate place… my hands reach around you and cradle the delicious femininity… I hold you there as I stand… my hardness brushing the whole length of your leg as I rise… it rests in the heart shaped space as I stand in front of you.

My hands come from behind you… and explore the delicate lace of your bra… I can feel your nipples hardening beneath the texture of the fabric… all the time my hardness is teasing the heart shaped place…

You gently peel the lace away from one of your beautiful heavy breasts… I lower my head and kiss your porcelain flesh… eventually finding your now erect nipple. You gasp as I delicately take you between my teeth…

You cradle my head in your hands as I worship your breasts… the breasts I have dreamed of for so long… the breasts you have used to torture me with tantalising pictures… slowly you step back, taking me with you, and rest against the table…

Your fingers entangled in my hair…  I feel you pressing me down… my muse is determined… such is her hunger… but she must be patient… she will wait a little longer.

Our eyes are locked on each other’s… just centimetres apart… I trace my hand slowly down across your exposed breast… lingering on that beautiful curve on its underside… wonderfully smooth, perfectly formed, like melting wax on a candle… cupping it in my hand momentarily…

My thumb finds your nipple… their beautiful softness which I have secretly admired in the glimpses you have shared… now so hard… my hand commences its journey… down… leaving your nipple brushing my chest and your other breast still encased in lace, pressed against me…

My fingers stroke the soft flesh of your belly… circling your naval… the delicious womanliness… and down through the trimmed hair of your most intimate place… Your breathing is heavy… as my fingers tease…

Delicately I open you… the way you have dreamed… I hear you groan… your knees becoming weak… as I purposefully find that tiny place… where your lips meet… hidden beneath the hood they create… safely hidden… but not from my inquisitive touch…

…my finger probes further… into the velvet of my dreams… the soft filigree of your inner lips… and the heat of you… the nectar I crave clings to my fingers… you part your thighs… I know my muse wants more…

I know… it is so much torment as you read this… at work… busy… but unable to resist reading… even as your cheeks burn… your colleagues oblivious to the torture you are enduring… I will not stop…

…the delicious torture that my muse craves… that her master administers… for her…exploring her darkness… her unspoken desires… the pleasures of the flesh she yearns for…

…you gasp as my fingers leave… you cling to my wrist… desperate for me to stay a while longer… your eyes wide with desire… I raise my hand against your wishes… your breathing heavy on my face… my fingers brush against your breast… a silvery trail of you is left… I delicately touch your lips… as I have seen you do… they part… but different… the nectar of your intimacy…

…I watch… as your tongue touches my fingers… a pause… is this a new taste…? …we both know it isn’t… in the intimacy of your own privacy… it is a taste you know well… but this is so deliciously different… this is from the touch of your master… and you devour him…

…I draw close… and our tongues meet around my fingers… our hunger is intense… I taste you on your tongue… on my fingers… this time my muse has her way… I kiss my way down her neck…

…across your chest… the kisses are no longer words… they are real… your small hand raises your breast to my hungry mouth… the pure sensuality has taken over… I claw at the lace covering your other breast… an overwhelmingly erotic vision before me… my temptress has seduced me… she knows this…

…I know my muse has surrendered… not just to her master… but to her desires… the desires she has held within for too long… and now she is empowered by them… finally free… free to explore her self… as a beautiful sensual being…

…your hands press down on my shoulders… your eyes are burning into my soul… I trail my tongue across your belly… your hands are impatient… you grasp my head… your fingers entangled in my hair… I move my face against you… feeling the soft hairs of your intimacy against my cheek…

You watch as I back away slightly… kneeling at your feet… I use my thumbs to part your lips… spread you open… and before my tongue swipes up… I look up into your eyes… breathing against your need… you are trembling… I can taste your overwhelming desire… your fingers clenched in my hair…

You feel my arousal against your ankle… the heat… the hardness… your mind is full of the need to have me… to hold me there… to guide me inside you… but you don’t… you remain… each exhale of my breath against you is intoxicating… I devour you as the intensity builds inside you…

I inhale your scent deeply… and place one final kiss over your clit… I hold my lips there… for just a moment… and suck gently as I pull away… the sound that escapes from your mouth… resonates inside me… “Fuck me now Jim…”

To be continued….

The Good Girl.

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My writing recently has been focused on a delicious relationship that has been unfolding with a follower of mine on Instagram… In my last post here, I wrote of a dream I had about her. She has since read the piece and things have moved on. I now write for her regularly, sharing fantasies and exploring our dreams together. The muse/master dimension has developed further and it is a common theme in our conversations and the post today is one of the stories that emerged from one of these. I couldn’t have written it without her… her input is so very inspirational to me as I write.

Without further ado… here is the story of ‘The Good Girl’. 

You had been a good girl… you had followed the instructions I had left for you perfectly. Wearing only the black lingerie I had left prepared, you had tied each of your beautiful slender ankles loosely to the bedposts at the foot of the bed with the polka dot silk scarves. Your legs held invitingly apart…

You had carefully tied another silk scarf as a blindfold… before finally clicking the handcuffs closed around your wrists, tethered to the cold steel of the ornate bed head. That final act of submission had left you helpless… at the mercy of the unfolding adventure…

You know how much I desire you… the intense lust I struggle to control. The demons contained within me that you are determined to unleash. You know this… and much more. You have prepared for me meticulously… blood red lips… the black lace lingerie perfect against your pale skin. Thin, like gossamer… barely concealing you… and in places simply unable to conceal the arousal you are feeling.

You hear the door opening… your body tenses in pure anticipation of what is to come. Your sweet surrender so soon to be rewarded. That moment so rapidly approaching.

You loved toying with me… teasing me with glimpses of what I yearn to see. Letting me see just enough… but no more. Never quite enough to satisfy my lust for you. You know this.

…but now the time has come. Your deliverance to me. My turn to tease… to torment… to torture.

That first touch… fingers stroking the calves of your legs… running down to your feet… delicious through the fabric of your stockings. The stockings that made you feel so very sexy when you wore them… now that sexiness was real. Your body tingles. You feel the weight on the bed beside you. The fingers disappear… leaving you desperate. Your lips parted as you inhale deeply. The lips you always touch when you think of me.

You feel the fingers return. Brushing your cheek… and then on either side of your neck. Your whole being is on fire… as the fingers, barely touching, continue across your chest. Tracing the silky straps of your bra… down. You are burning inside… deep inside. Delicately they touch the fullness of your breasts… the thin lace struggling to contain you as you gasp. The fingers circle your hardening nipples through the texture of the material. You exhale deeply as the fingers gently tease them. Your back arches… pushing your chest upwards to meet your torturer.

The fingers find the edge of the fabric that encases your breasts… slowly peeling it away… exposing you… freeing you. Your nipples proud and urgent… their darkness against your pale skin… desperate for attention. You feel a tongue touch… then circle your hardness… as fingers squeeze the other. Your breathing now coming faster… your mind dizzy at the intoxicating thoughts swirling around. The torment is becoming almost too much to bear… your hands desperate to be free from their restraint. Your whole body quivers with the intense torture your senses are struggling to contain.

There is a brief pause in your sensual onslaught… the fingers and tongue disappear… only to return. Now trailing across your soft belly. Fingers brush your sides… you shiver. Slowly they move down… hardly touching you… but they are there. You are moaning softly as they lightly caress the soft inside of your thighs above your stockings. Your mind sees yourself… your sweet submission… your surrender… exposed and restrained. The picture you see is so overwhelmingly sensual… your fantasy becoming reality… your dream is here and now.

You feel the fingers approach… your legs stiffen… your senses are deprived of the stimulation you crave… you crave to touch… to taste… to see. Instead, your mind is going crazy with the torture you are enduring… the delicious torture. You long for release… to feel the sensations build inside of you. For so long you have waited… the aching inside… for too long it has been your own fingers administering the pleasures that you desperately need. Longing for your master. For him to liberate you… free you from the shackles of everyday life… to set free the wild horses inside you.

When that touch arrived… it was as though your entire body had become completely beyond your control… such was the intensity of the waves of sheer pleasure. The fingers delicately touched your most intimate place through the fine lace of your panties…  one finger slowly and precisely teased you along the length of your delicious place… your temple.

Your body began to writhe… your hips moving against the movement of the touch. You feel warm breath through the lace… the fingers carefully pulled aside the lace… your arousal is impossible to hide… your lips swollen and ready. Gently the fingers go about their heavenly work… you open your thighs in surrender… frantically pleading for more… the fingers part your lips and find your most sensitive of places…

You know the moment is coming… it doesn’t prepare you though… nothing ever could… it is as though the tongue is delivering a magical spell on your whole body… at first delicately teasing… but then forceful… first probing your depths, devouring you, and then pressing hard against your erect clit… you can feel your orgasm begin to build… wave upon wave… each one stronger than the last… your body no longer your own… you are overcome with carnal desires.

Your moans are becoming more urgent… you are so close… you struggle to be free… to return the passion… to participate in the giving of intense pleasure… I know you are ready… I know…

The point of no return is approaching… the sensations are becoming violently intense as the tongue hungrily devours your nectar… that is when your whole world begins to spin… the moment you feel my lips kiss you and find your tongue… stifling your cries… as the other tongue tastes your climax… your release…

The end (or the beginning?)

The Dream…

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It has been a couple of months since I have written anything… several reasons I suppose. Firstly, I lost some inspiration following a rather unpleasant online experience, and secondly I have been focussing more on my photography. To a certain extent, I thought I had lost my mojo… but recently I have somehow restored my motivation, not least because I have had the pleasure of making the acquaintance of a woman who has inspired me to write again. Even though we have never met in person, something inside us both connected in a deeply meaningful way. She has been an enigma to me for some time… I have admired the imagery she has posted to her Instagram account for some time and I could sense a kindred spirit. A sensual soul who has a depth I simply had to explore. We have become extremely close… sharing ideas and passions with an enthusiasm that is so refreshing and exciting. Her sensuality to me is quite intoxicating and I find her in my thoughts a great deal of the time. I shared with her a dream I had which I found intensely vivid and entered around the general direction some of our conversations have taken. In so many respects I have seen her as my muse… and there has been a slight hint of me taking on the role of “Master” in these conversations. This is a new experience for me… but something I am finding incredibly arousing. So anyway. I am going to share the dream I had here in my blog in it’s entirety. I know she will read it… which makes me so very nervous, but I had to do it because it has had a profoundly sensual effect upon me. Here goes!

The Dream.

I knew you could hear the key in the lock as I turned it. I had instructed you to wait patiently for me. I knew you would. I knew you would be there, just as I told you. I slowly opened the door… longing for that very first time my eyes see you for real. In the flesh. You are more beautiful than I could have imagined. You come into view as the door opens. I stifle a gasp.

You are sitting on a chair facing the door, in the middle of the room. You are dressed exactly as I had asked. A white shirt of beautiful thin cotton, perfectly fitting your delicious body. A black skirt which hugs your curves and stops just above the knees. Black stockings adorn your smooth legs, and black shoes with high heels complement your slim legs. Your hands rest on your knees… waiting. You cannot see me, but you know I am there. The silk scarf covers your eyes, tied at the back of your head. I can see your chest rise and fall in anticipation as you breath. I approach you.

The atmosphere is like electricity between us. We have been waiting for this moment for so long. Your lips are slightly apart… beautiful in the dark red lipstick. I see your tongue move slowly across them, almost tasting the tension. I stand before you… devouring you with my eyes. Taking in every detail of you. The rich chestnut colour of your hair. The skin like porcelain. The fabric of your bra… visible against the white cotton if your shirt. The fullness of your beautiful breasts.

My eyes drop. Your figure hugging skirt accentuating the pure femininity of your thighs… and then the sheer texture of your stockings. Your delicate hands clutching your knees. The wonderful muscles of your calves… enhanced by the black high heeled shoes. I whisper your name… You gasp.

I move my hand towards you… almost terrified of touching my beautiful muse. But I do. So very gently, I delicately brush my fingers along the underside of one of your breasts… your whole body responds. An uncontrollable tremble runs through your whole being. You throw your head back. I remove my hand and watch. No words are needed. I know you want me to replace it.

Slowly I bring my face to yours. This moment has been so very long in coming. My lips touch yours… and I gently run my hand across your cheek.

I feel your tongue on my lips… delicately exploring me. Tasting me for the very first time. There is an urgency as our hunger for each other takes hold. We kiss deeply, tongues entwined.

I pull slowly away and watch you… your breathing is now heavy and your breasts strain against their constraints. I am mesmerised by your beauty. The pure sensuality that you own and that has been hidden from me for so long. I reach for the buttons of your shirt. Although your eyes are covered, you can see in your mind what I am doing. You have wanted this for so long. Ravenous for my touch. You tremble with desire for your Master…

Gradually, the beauty of your body is exposed to me as I unbutton your shirt. My eyes fall upon the wonderful cleavage of your breasts. I hear you whisper… “please…”.

I slowly open your shirt… I gasp. I was not prepared for the magnificence that is before me. The pictures you had sent me were beautiful… but I am overwhelmed by what my eyes have before them. The delicate lace that encases your voluptuous femininity… the tiny bow in the middle… the fabric cannot conceal your arousal. It is quite obvious.

My desire to touch you is overpowering and I give in. my fingers settle on the delicious fabric of your bra and delicately trace the intricate patterns that cover your breast. I can hear you panting breaths. Your hands grasping your knees tightly…. desperately resisting your desire to reach for me. You know that is not allowed… yet…

My fingers run along the edge of your bra… where fabric meets flesh. Very gently I slip my fingers beneath the fabric. I feel the softness. The fullness. The lace peels back as my hand encircles you. I can feel the weight of your breast in my hand…. your breathing is rasping now… the desperation so very apparent. My thumb brushes your hard nipple. Tentatively at first. Feeling your shiver. I draw little circles around your beautiful sensitive skin with my fingers.

I slowly bring my mouth to it and delicately take it between my teeth… your chest now heaving uncontrollably with desire.  Your hands now clawing at your thighs… your skirt riding up.

I move away from you and watch. My muse is in a deeply erotic and sensual heaven. I want this moment to last forever.

I slowly drop to my knees at your feet… taking in every detail of you. I slowly run my hand along your stocking covered skin. You visibly tremble at the touch. I do the same with the other, stroking your beautiful legs and appreciating your smoothness beneath the the sheer material. One hand glides over your knee… and reaches your thigh, briefly touching your hand. You desperately want to reach for me… but you know the rules of our game…

My fingers find the cool skin above your stocking… You are struggling to control yourself… the delicious torment. I reach for your other silken thigh… ‘Did you do as I said?’ I ask…. you nod your head vigorously ‘Yesss’ you stammer. Your voice breaking slightly at the immense sensuality of what is happening. I can see your cheeks are burning… your mouth is dry and you slowly run your tongue along your lips.

‘Show me…’ I tell you. Incredibly slowly you part your thighs. The tension in the air is as though the world has stopped turning. My eyes drop from your face… their gaze falls on the smoothness of your thighs as they gradually reveal their secrets. I have forgotten to breath. I am entirely enthralled… completely under your spell, and you know it.

Without me uttering a word… your hand moves beneath the edge of your skirt. My eyes follow. Your fingers glide along your thigh… I am suffocating with desire for you. You slowly and so incredibly delicately run a finger along the swollen lips of your of your most intimate of places…. I hear you inhale deeply at your own touch. I can only watch… as a rabbit in headlights as you gently tease yourself.

As I watch… you spread your stocking clad legs even wider, your skirt riding high and exposing you to my hungry eyes. You gently pull apart your delicious lips and show me a glimpse of something I only dreamt of. You are so very wet and your clit is so very prominent… desperately needing….

With one movement you raise a hand and pull the silk scarf from your eyes… I see the fire burning within you. Our eyes locked. Your hand drops back to the heavenly place… I devour you with my eyes as you delicately but purposefully begin to touch yourself.

My arousal is intense as I watch in pure lust at the wonderful sight before me… You know what you are doing to me… as your fingers go about their delicious work. I gasp as you gently place a finger inside yourself… enveloped in your heavenly pinkness… your head thrown back.

I can see the intense pleasure in your face as you reveal to me what you have been doing as we have chatted… but this time it is for real. You know my eyes are on your every movement.

I see the wetness your arousal has caused… the delicious nectar I have lost sleep over. You know this… Slowly you withdraw your finger… and painfully slowly bring it to my lips. I smell your pure femininity as I touch your finger with my tongue… before hungrily devouring it.

Your other hand reaches for my hair… your fingers tightly clenched, you pull my face to your secret place… I am at your mercy. I know you desire this. I run my tongue along the length of your beautiful lips and find your most sensitive part… my tongue pushes into you and slowly presses up against your clit… your whole body is shaking. I taste your arousal. I hear your voice… ‘Take me my master… now’