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Story .. This is a story I wrote a few years ago. I know the troops in Iraq enjoyed it. I hope you do too. Raging Storm of Desire The evening is warm and smelled of rain, the forecast called for thunder storms to rage on all night. We decide to stay in and watch T.V. rather than be out and about. We want to experience our first thunderstorms together alone. We light a few candles and turn of all the lights so that the flash of the lightening won’t be compromised by urban lights. We keep the room cool and cuddle under a blanket on the couch. He decides we should make a pallet on the floor with tons of pillows to lean against. We collect all the pillows in the house that we can find and make our haven. We talk abut everything but yet nothing while I lay my head on his chest and watch the lightening dance off the walls. We can always do that with each other. We are always completely comfortable in whatever comes to mind just expressing ourselves. That is one of the things I have always cherished. I can say anything to him and never feel judged. He has always been caring and sensitive to my needs. It seems that the need for him to be sensitive to my desires and the hunger for him to explore my body and memorize my most tender areas grows with every passing minute. I know he feels it too. He has to by the way he looks at me. Those beautiful blue eyes are so deep I could lose myself in them. I can nearly read his thoughts when I look in them. I think that is why he looks away sometimes. He knows I am reading them. He wants me so bad he can hardly hold back. The storms continue to roll through and He is finding it harder and harder to hold me and not caress, kiss, or play with my hair. He has entwined my fingers in his. His free hand has begun to caress my face and tuck my hair behind my ear. I can heart his hear thundering faster. I am not sure what is louder or more comforting his heart thundering in my ear or the storm raging outside. I feel his body tense as his index finger finds its place under my chin and his thumb rests in the cleft in my chin as if it was put there for just this purpose. He lifts my face so that all I can see is the desire that burns in his eyes. He brings his face towards mine and my eyes close. I feel his lips tenderly connect with mine. The contact sends searing heat through my body. His arms tighten around me and he pulls me as close as he can without physically crawling in my skin. As we kiss we begin to move he pulls me and ends up placing me exactly the way he wants me with little to no effort in his lap so he has full access of my body with out having to hold him up. It is like I know exactly where he wants me to be. I can read his body language and feel our hearts begin beating as one. I get up to look out the window because I feel that my grasp on reality is slipping. All I can see is he and I making love like I have never experienced. I feel him walk up behind me he slides his hands around my waist. I can feel how much he wants me. He hands grab the hem of my shirt and slip it off over my head. My hair falls all around. He gathers it and slips it over my shoulder. His hand slides up my back and with one hand he unfastens my bra. He slides my bra slowly off my shoulders leaving searing hot kisses in its wake. His hands begin exploring my breasts, squeezing gently, sliding the nipples between his fingers. He is aware of my body’s reaction to this. He notices that my breathing has quickened and my nipples are extremely sensitive. He begins to slightly twist them and he hears an audible moan. He kisses my neck and then my ear and says in a slight throaty whisper, “I want you. I want you for myself. I want to stake claim to your mind, body, and soul. You are mine regardless of who you are with. Only I can truly love you the way you desire to be loved. Just let go of any doubt or reservation and open your heart to me and only me. Forsake all others, and become one with me.” As he speaks his hands slowly move to my jeans, unbuttons them as easily as if they were his own, unzips them, and slides his hand into my panties. He finds the warm wet treasure chest and begins to explore. He brings me to the brink of orgasm and backs off. He isn’t ready to take me over the edge yet. He slides his fingers out and turns me around. He kisses me tenderly and whispers against my lips, “I love you…” as he looks deep into my eyes. “I can see that whether you want to admit it or not you love me too. I can see it in your eyes. Let me show you what making love is all about baby.” He slowly kisses me. A long sensual kiss, tongues intertwined, lips meeting to continue the rhythm he has begun. He kisses down my neck sending electricity to a valley between my legs. He bends me back and takes a nipple in his mouth. He sucks slowly at first and then increases the pressure until he hears me moan loudly. He knows he has found the perfect amount of pressure. He tests the other nipple as well and finds he must show it a little more attention to get the same reaction. Slowly he kisses down my tummy. He slides my pants off a leg at a time then my panties noticing the wet spot he has created. His mouth begins to water. He wants to taste the essence of me. Finds my shaven lips and parts them with his tongue. Licking the clit gently, he slides two fingers into the den of desire and I let out a nearly breathless moan. With his other hand, he has continued to encircle one of my nipples, twist it and tease it. Occasionally he has to slap my hand away to keep me from directing his movements. He wants me not to control this or anything for that matter. He wants control of me. Complete control of me mentally, physically, and sexually. I have become a possession, an obsession for him. Frustrated with my need to control he grabs my hands in his and pulls me to his bag. He reaches in and pulls out a pair of handcuffs. Steps behind me and carefully cuffs my hands behind my back. He whispers so close to my ear I can feel his moist lips brush my lobe, “Now baby, you have no choice but to let me please you my way and in my own time.” He slowly slides his hands around and cups my breasts and pinches my nipples harder than he has yet, but the pain feels so good all I can do is moan in sheer pleasure. He says in a low voice, “you liked that didn’t you baby? You want me to do it again, beg for it. Say please, make it hurt again.” I begin to beg and plead with him. I need him to touch me. I feel like I am missing a part of me when he isn’t touching me, fondling me. If he wants to ever punish me all he has to do is withhold from me. I would die. He is my lifeline to all that matters most. I succumb to his desire to guide me. I relent; I am his, totally and completely. He has won. He spreads my legs the width he desires and decides to go back to his bag. He comes back with a sleeping mask and gently covers my eyes with it. Now I can’t see what he is doing but I know he is looking at me with his hungry eyes. I can feel them on my body like heat rays warming my flesh. It seems like minutes go by before I feel it, his beautiful hands upon my skin. He caresses my face, and lets his fingers trail a scalding line down my throat to my breast bone. He lazily doodles with his fingers leaving fiery tracks upon my skin. He emblazons “YOU ARE MINE!” upon my skin. I nod in agreement. I can feel his body heat, he is close. I can smell his intoxicating scent. He is enjoying this. The control he has over me. He knows I thirst for his mouth on mine. I yearn to feel his tongue probe my mouth. I can taste my essence on his lips and tongue. He caresses me softly and lovingly. As vulnerable as I am I have never felt safer or more loved then I do at this moment. He once again kisses down my body and finds the delicate softness below. This time he slides 3 fingers in and back out. I hear him lick them and slide them in again and lightly stroke his thumb across my anal opening. He begins to work his fingers in and out, lightly sucking and licking my clit. I feel his thumb begin to burrow in to my tight ass. I feel his withdrawal from me only to return seconds later. I feel him use a lubricant on my backdoor. He begins to work on my anal entry, slowly stretching it with one hand as he fondles and fingers my warm wet mound. First just one finger, then slowly he stretches it to put another finger in. He works them in and out and I can feel him stretching those fingers parts to work another finger in. I am getting close to climax. He can tell by my ragged breathing and my muscles are tightening. He tells me I am not allowed yet. I must force the orgasm back down. I am only allowed complete satisfaction when he gives permission. I begin listening to the wind and the rain outside. I listen for the crashing of the thunder. He has taken my sight so I can’t focus on the lightening. The urge subsides and I am left with a hunger so great, I don’t know if it will ever be quenched. I feel him stand up, and hear the sound of shedding clothing. He walks around behind me and releases my hands from their confines, but doesn’t allow me to take off the mask. He leads me to the pallet on the floor. He sits and pulls me down gently next to him. He places my left hand on his throbbing member. He doesn’t let me stroke it. He knows I want to feel the soft skin slide in my hand. He begins to guide me in position. At first I begin to think he wants me from behind he does but not in the doggy style. He guides me on to his shaft. As I descend I feel two fingers penetrate my anal opening. They slide in smoothly and I realize the sensation he wants to give me. Double penetration is heavenly. I find myself wanting to move towards climax but he is keeping me at a steady rhythm. I can hear his climax begin to rise he slows the rhythm and moves to his knees. He slides his hard cock into my ass slowly at first. He says it is so tight; he will have to take it real slow. He kisses my back and spreads my cheeks apart. He whispers softly for me to play with my clit. I move my right hand over my breasts and slowly slide my hand toward my hot and ravaged pussy and begin to rub my clit lightly. It won’t take much to send me over the edge, especially with his movement going slowly, deeper and yet deeper. I hear his breath catch, and he groans. His hand removes mine from my clit and he begins to bring me to climax. The shear touch of his hand brings the need to orgasm to the forefront of my mind. My hunger is ravenous. We peak together. He drives deep inside me as he erupts. I feel weak and worn out, but happier than I have ever been. My arms ache, and my knees are red. He collapses on the pallet and gathers me close. Taking my blind fold off, he kisses me deeply and says, “I am so in love with you that it hurts. When I gaze at my future, I see no one else by my side but you.” He puts my head on his chest and plays with my hair until he hears my breathing become regular and my dream fits begin. He knows without a doubt that I am his entirely. I will seek none other, ever. He gently kisses the top of my head so not to wake me. He feels our hearts beat in unison and knows this is how it shall be from now on, me holding him, with the illusion of him holding me. |
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6/10/2008 11:32 am |
loved it very hot kitty
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7/6/2008 5:26 am |
WOW! very very hot!!
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