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Tie me up... (part 5)
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Posted:Jun 3, 2013 12:09 am
Last Updated:Mar 19, 2018 2:58 pm
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Continued from Tie me up part 4
If you're new to this series, you may want to start from Tie me up intro part 1
His weight settles onto the bed again. You feel a shift as he leans onto his hands on both sides of your head. He's leaning over you now. You can almost feel the warmth of his face close to yours. You tilt your head upward a bit, lips slightly parted in anticipation.
You feel his lips meet yours in a first kiss. Just a brief soft kiss. His lips press warm against yours, kiss gently for a moment, and then lift away.
A pause.
Now his body shifts again. He lays himself down onto the bed next to you and slides closer, so that the whole flank of his body lies alongside yours.
He curves his arm underneath your shoulder, embracing you with his hand against the back of your head. His hand lifts and turns your head slightly toward him. Then you feel his chest press against yours as he leans in for the next kiss.
This time the kiss continues. His lips part, and you feel the tip of his tongue flicker across your lips. He tastes and explores your lips. His tongue retreats, but he continues kissing you, inviting you to respond.
For the first time, you can actually respond in kind. Your tongue, at least, is not bound.
You reach out your tongue to answer him, lightly touching his lips, the edge of his teeth, the tip of his tongue.
Your tongues meet and dance, curling and exploring, shifting back and forth, in and out of each other's mouths.
You both breathe harder as the dance quickens and the kiss becomes more intense.
Your lips open wider, your tongues probing and retreating, curving and swooping around each other, dancing back and forth between you and him, lips flexing and turning, tasting and enjoying each other.
Then the pace slows, his tongue touches yours more lightly, becomes a softer lingering kiss, and then his lips lift away from yours again.
Another pause.
Your tongue traces the inside of your own mouth, remember the feel of him there.
He shifts again. One had still supports your head. Now you feel his other hand trace the outlines of the mask. His fingers lightly trace the edge of the mask, where it runs from the fastening at the back, up along your cheeks. A feather touch continues up across our blindfolded eyes and briefly rests on the crown of your head.
Then his lips follow. A brief kiss touches each of your eyes. Then light kisses trace your cheekbones, your cheeks, the line of your jaw.
His hand tilts your head farther back to kiss along one side of your throat, then turns your head to kiss the other side.
Another turn of your head and you feel his lips against your ear – kissing lightly, the tip of his tongue tracing the lobe and probing a bit, his teeth nibbling a bit at the edges. Then a turn of your head back the other way, for the same treatment of the other ear.
Finally just a brief kiss on your lips, lifting away again before you can respond.
Another pause.
Then the hand supporting your head grips harder. His fingers tangle in your hair behind the mask and hold tight, locking your head into place. His other hand takes hold of your hip on the opposite side, pinning it down. He leans over you further, so that his weight presses you against the bed. He can feel the tight aroused points of your nipples press against his chest.
His lips meet yours again, but not gently.
Now his kiss is rough and demanding. His tongue pushes into your mouth, not asking any permission, just probing and shoving wherever it wants.
Maybe you respond in kind again, sucking him inward, showing that you can take him.
Or maybe you push back into his mouth, giving as good as you get.
But he has the advantage. He holds your head and body locked in place, while his kiss takes you even harder. His lips press almost bruisingly against yours, while his tongue thrusts deeper into your mouth, leaving you barely able to even catch your breath.
You struggle against him, but are you trying to close your mouth to him, or open even wider?
The muted whimpers that escape your lips, are they distress or desire?
Meanwhile his free hand begins to roam across your body. One moment it's on your hip, then running up the side of your chest, then way down along the inside of your thigh, then sliding across your abdomen, randomly touching you wherever he wants.
You rediscover how bound you are. You can't escape his kiss or touch even if you wanted to.
He can touch you any place or any way that he wants.
And he can also not touch you in the places that you might want most.
The muffled outcries that greet his touch, are they a protest or a plea for more?
Finally his free arm curves underneath you to pull you up against him in a tight embrace – his body leaning across you while his lips lock against yours in one last long kiss. He holds the kiss, his body and lips still now, feeling your response...
...and then he releases you and pulls away. His face and body are gone from yours.
You're left tied down alone on the bed, gasping for breath, shocked and exhilarated by the hunger you've felt from him and from yourself.
You wait again.
Where will he touch next?
And which kind of touch will it be - gentle, hard, sensuous, hungry, inviting, demanding?
Which kind do you really want?
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Tie me up... (part 4)
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Posted:Jun 1, 2013 4:18 pm
Last Updated:Apr 18, 2014 2:36 pm
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Continued from Tie me up part 3
If you're new to this series, you may want to start from Tie me up intro part 1
You feel his weight settle onto the bed alongside you again.
His hands take hold of you. One hand rests on your shoulder, where he had finished with your arms. The other hand rests on your opposite hip, where he had finished with your legs.
His hands press down, pinning your torso to the bed.
His weight shifts as he leans over you.
You wait, but his hands don't move.
Instead you feel something else,
Not a touch, but a breath.
You feel a soft slow warm exhalation centered on one of your breasts, and then again on the other one.
Now you know where he's planning to go this time, but for the moment there's no other touch.
There are just your nipples standing erect in the cool air, taut with arousal where his hot breath had flowed across them.
There is a pause.
Now his hands move, sliding over your body.
The upper hand traces across your chest, from your shoulders to the upper curve of your breasts. His hand moves to the center, between your breasts. It rests there, pressed against our breastbone, where you can feel the excited beat of your heart underneath, and then lifts away.
The lower hand traces across your abdomen from groin to stomach. It veers across just above your pubic triangle and works upward to circle your navel. Then it continues up across your ribs to the lower curve of your breasts. His hand pauses resting on your diaphragm, where you feel your ribs rise and fall in slow deep breath, and then lift away.
He pauses again.
You feel his hands return, this time settling on each side of your breasts.
His fingertips trace paths around your breasts, outlining the round shape of them, the rise upward from your body, the curve inward toward the nipples.
Then his hands reach out to caress your breasts more thoroughly, shaping themselves all around you.
His hands curve all around your breasts, stroking and caressing them from the sides, from the top, from below
He takes firmer hold of your breasts, grasping them more deeply, cupping and lifting, massaging and kneading, until your breasts ache all through with the warm pleasure of his touch.
He finishes by spreading his whole hands across your breasts, cupping each breast as fully as he can reach in his hands, with his fingers stretched wide around the sides, and his palms pressed against your nipples. He holds you in his hands for a moment, and then lets go.
Another pause.
Your breasts feel a different touch from him.
This time you feel his tongue.
The tip of his tongue makes a slow circle around the edge of your left aureole. Then it spirals inward, around and around. His tongue reaches the nipple, brushes against it, circles around it, laps against it, and then lifts away.
Then his tongue offers the same treatment on the other side, circling the aureole, spiraling inward, brushing the nipple, circling and licking it, and lifts away.
Another pause.
Your breasts feel another new touch from him.
This time you feel his lips.
Kisses outline the curve of your breasts, the circle of your aureoles.
Then his lips settle onto each nipple, closing around the erect points. His lips pull and suck upward, giving the nipple the kind of attention it was especially designed for. He sucks lightly at first, then draws you in deeper, sucking harder, tugging and pulling at the nipple.
His lips open wider to enclose more of each breast, still alternating back and forth. His hands cup and massage your breasts, while he sucks the nipples deeper into his mouth, and his tongue laps against their erect tips.
Then his mouth lifts away, leaving a cool ring of wetness evaporating atop each breast.
Another pause.
Your breasts feel another new touch from him.
This time you feel his teeth.
He nibbles across the surface of your breasts, biting playfully a few times, just enough to feel the outline of his teeth against your flesh, then lightly grasping and pulling on the nipples.
Then he continues more aggressively, seeing how much you will want, how much you can take.
You feel his hands squeezing harder, his mouth sucking more deeply, his teeth biting more sharply, each time pressing until he can hear the pitch of your response reach the threshold where pleasure would cross into pain, where the sensations balance at that peak of special intensity.
Then he lets you go, and you lie there feeling the sensations fade from that painful edge, leaving you aching for even more.
Another pause.
And then one last round, renewing his touch in the ways that he discovered you like best. His hands, his lips, his tongue, his teeth – stroking, kissing, sucking, biting – finding the combinations that make your breasts ache with pleasure, your nipples flare with arousal.
He alternates from side to side, pleasuring each breast in turn, so that you find yourself rolling back and forth offering yourself to him, twisting and moaning with pleasure as each touch builds to the next.
Finally, he finishes with one last kiss, sucking gently at each nipple, and his touch departs from you.
You lie back on the bed, feeling your breasts warm where his hands had held them, your nipples even hotter where his mouth had taken them, and a matching heat provoked by these sensations, burning deeper down between your legs and radiating all through your body.
He steps away from the bed.
And you wait again, to find out where his next touch will be.
Continued in Tie me up part 5
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Tie me up... (part 3)
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Posted:May 28, 2013 1:00 am
Last Updated:Apr 18, 2014 2:33 pm
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Continued from Tie me up part 2
You're alone in the room with a man.
You're blindfolded and naked, tied spread-eagled on the bed.
During the past few moments, you've felt his hands caress your arms from wrists to shoulders.
Where his touch has outlined your arms, you're vividly aware of the position you're in.
With your arms tied above you, you can't release yourself, can't touch him, can't even touch yourself.
So you have to wait, to find out what his next touch will be.
The pause stretches longer.
You wait, and then you feel his next touch.
This time it's both of his hands, taking hold of the ropes that circle your ankles.
His fingers trace the outline of the knots, and then clasp tight around both ankles.
His grip holds your legs and spreads them even a bit farther apart, forcefully reminding you of how totally wide open you are in this position.
You wonder if he can see how you grow even wetter in helpless response to this exposure.
Then his hands shift to begin outlining your legs.
His touch outlines the loop on your right ankle, the second place you had tied yourself, the bond that had left you spread wide open when you slipped your foot through it.
Then his hands caress the shape of your foot, and massage the sole until it relaxes a bit from its tense arch.
His hands lift away for a moment.
And then his touch outlines the loop on your left ankle, the first place you had tied yourself, the bond that had begun this whole process when you slipped your foot through it.
His hands caress this foot and again massage the sole until your foot relaxes a bit and your toes unbend from their curled tension, still a long time away from the climax that they're anticipating.
His hands proceed to explore your lower legs, first continuing where they are on the left side, and then shifting to the right side.
On each leg, they massage the curve of your calves, outline your flesh from ankle to knee, and then lift away.
There's a pause, and then you feel his weight settle onto the bed alongside your right leg.
Now his hands trace the entire outside stretch of your leg, outlining all of its curves and shapes. In slow circling strokes, his hands massage along the lower curve of your calves. Then the higher curves up the flank of your leg. And then his hand cups around the bend of your buttock, curves upward to your waist, and lifts away.
He moves off of the bed, and pauses again.
Then you feel his weight settle onto the bed alongside your left leg.
Again his touch outlines the shape of your leg from ankle to waist. His hands move in spiraling caresses upward, from calves to flank to buttock to hip. He takes his time, pausing to massage each section until you can relax a bit before proceeding to the next.
Again he moves off of the bed. He's outlined the outer surface of your legs. Where will he go next?
The pause stretches a bit longer.
Then you feel his weight settle onto the bed again.
This time he is between your legs.
His hands come to rest on both knees, pushing outward to tilt them a bit farther apart.
But it's hardly necessary, because aren't you already angling yourself farther open, inviting him closer?
Now both hands work together again, beginning to caress and massage upward along the inner curve of your thighs. As his hands work higher and higher, the relaxing pleasure of his touch fights a losing battle against the rising tension of your arousal.
His hands work further upward, curving closer together now, as the shape of your legs angles inward toward the center.
Your hips lift upward, offering him welcome access.
His hands are almost there.
They just need to move inward a fraction farther.
And then his hands continue their steady progress, up the line of muscle to the top of your leg, and then swerving outward where the muscles join your hips. So close the tender flesh in between, right along the outer edge, but just barely missing as they follow the shape of the leg instead.
His hands angle outward along the line between your abdomen and legs, and then pause midway, where your femoral arteries pulse faint but deeply, hot with
the rush of blood between your torso and legs. As his fingertips rest against the throb of your pulse on each side of your abdomen, you become even more aware of how strongly it beats deep in between, where your aroused flesh throbs even hotter with desire.
The heartbeat pounds stronger as you consider where he is now - kneeling between your legs, leaning over you with his hands on your abdomen. You imagine what else must be stretched out so close to you, throbbing with its own arousal, hovering just barely a touch away from your hips that lift even higher now, wordlessly crying out, "Yes. Please. Here. Take me!"
The pause prolongs a moment longer, and then his hands resume their course. His fingers trace along the length of your hip bones, outward along your abdomen to the edge of your waist. And then is hands lift away from your body, and his weight lifts off the bed as he steps away.
A longer pause stretches onward.
Gradually you will yourself to relax and wait.
Slowly you feel your heartbeat slow down and your lungs breathe easier, your body lies back against the bed, your senses just taking in what's been happening to you.
Where his touch has outlined your legs, you're left very aware of the position they're in.
You're open and exposed in the most literal kind of way.
With your ankles tied apart, you can't pull your legs together even if you wanted to...
... if you wanted to push him away and keep him out,
...or if you wanted to wrap around him and pull him in deeper.
The bonds hold you spread wide open – wide open to his pleasure, and wide open to your own desire.
Continued in Tie me up part 4
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Tie me up... (part 2)
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Posted:May 23, 2013 12:49 am
Last Updated:Apr 18, 2014 2:29 pm
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Continued from Tie me up intro part 1
You're alone in the room with a man.
You're blindfolded and naked, tied spread-eagled on the bed,
willingly exposed to him, and helplessly aroused by it.
You've heard him undress, so you know he's standing naked before you, probably equally aroused.
You wait for his first touch...
The pause stretches onward.
The tension draws as tight as the ropes that stretch your body out on the bed, taut with curiously and desire, wondering how he will touch you first.
Finally, you feel a tug at the rope binding your right arm.
Your arm tenses where it lies stretched out above your head, tied to that corner of the bed.
You feel his fingers slide along the edge of rope where it loops around your wrist.
His fingers outline the tied cords of the knot and curve of the rope around your wrist.
His hand slides upward, and his fingers interlock with yours in a brief handclasp, palm to palm.
His grip presses your hand upward, stretching your arm out even tighter. You can feel his strength and excitement in the forceful clasp of his grip.
Then his grip relaxes. He releases your hand, and his fingers gently massage your palm, circling softly till your hand relaxes just a bit.
You feel the mattress shift as his weight settles onto the right-hand side of the bed
Now both his hands work downward from your wrist, tracing the outline of your forearm. Steady, firm pressure massages the muscles, working their way up and down from wrist to elbow. His hands pause, cradling the slight bend of your elbow.
His hands work further downward, outlining your upper arm from elbow to shoulder. His hands curve underneath your arm, massaging your triceps until they relax a bit. Then his hands curve along the upper surface of your arm, massaging along the length of your biceps, and ending with a pause on the curve of your shoulder.
His hands resume their journey again, tracing the outline of your shoulder. His fingers knead the muscles stretching from your shoulder to the base of your neck, until you can feel the tension lessen and let your shoulder lie back against the bed.
His hand rests against your shoulder, and then softly traces along the line of your collarbone, and lifts away from you. You feel his weight lift off the mattress as he steps back.
You wait, feeling your arm has been outlined by his touch. It was the final arm that you had slipped through the knots, inescapably committing yourself to this situation.
You lie back and wait.
You suspect where he will go next, but it's out of your control, so you wait some more as the pause stretches onward again.
You feel a tug on the rope binding our left arm, and his touch outlines the loop binding that wrist. Perhaps you even allow a brief smile of satisfaction, that you've guessed correctly where he might go.
You feel his fingers interlock with yours as his hand clasps your left hand.
You catch your breath as his grip squeezes your hand almost painfully tight, stretches your arm up taut across the bed. You clasp his hand back, returning equal measure of the determination and desire that you feel from him. Then gradually you each relax your grip to a more comfortable embrace.
You feel his weight settle onto this side of the bed.
He outlines your left arm as he had the right. His fingers massage your palm till your hand relaxes a bit. Then he proceeds along your arm. His touch continues down your forearm, outlining it and massaging the muscles from wrist to elbow. Then again along your upper arm, outlining and massaging the muscles from elbow to shoulder. Finally following the outline of your shoulder and kneading the muscles that curve up onto your neck.
His fingers trace the outline of your collarbone toward the center again, but this time they don't lift away. Instead his hand curves upward along the side of your neck, so that his fingers come to rest lightly against the pulse point there. Then his other hand joins on the other side, so that you feel your heartbeat mirrored on both sides, throbbing against his fingers. As his fingertips press inward just slightly, you can feel your own pulse more strongly, echoing against his touch and racing with excitement . Gradually, his touch lightens till you can't feel his hands anymore, just the aroused drumbeat of your own pulse coursing through your body.
You feel his weight lift off the mattress as he steps away from you.
You lie back, willing your heartbeat and breathing to slow down until you can relax again.
Where his touch has outlined your arms, now you're even more aware of the position they're in.
With your arms tied above you, you can't sit up or lift your body off he bed.
With them tied apart, you can't even roll over or change your position.
With your hands bound, you can't touch him. You can't even touch yourself.
So you have to wait, to find out what his next touch will be.
Continued in Tie me up part 3
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Tie me up... (intro & part 1)
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Posted:May 20, 2013 10:43 pm
Last Updated:Mar 19, 2018 3:04 pm
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The following story was inspired by a fantasy that Amakamaria posted in her blog. The story took on a life of its own in my imagination as a multi-part series. Here's her fantasy and my first reply.
Amakamaria's Fantasy
Background: A serious level of trust has been established but we haven’t yet met. We’ve agreed to the ‘safe word’ and the ‘rules’. You have e-mailed me the name of a hotel, the name I am to check in under and basic instructions.
Fantasy: I arrive at the hotel, trembling just a little. Excited that I finally get to meet you, but anxious because a part of me can’t believe that I’ve let you talk me into what is about to happen. But for once in my life, I’m going to just trust my gut and go with it. Excitement, lust and passion take over, and before you know it I’m bouncing up the steps to the lobby. I check in and get my room key. The room is a penthouse accessed by a private elevator. I start to have second doubts but my feet betray me and start walking toward the elevator with a confidence that my inner feelings did not quite match at this time.
On the bed is a sheet of paper with instructions neatly written out and here is what it said…
1) Undress; put your clothes in the bedside table…
2) In the drawer you will find a blindfold… Take it out and adjust it so that it fits perfectly…
3) Take a look at the bed carefully; you will see that there are 4 ropes tied with slip knots…
4) Take your time, and when you are ready I want you to lay on your back, slip your feet into the knots and pull firmly…
5) Once they are tight you will have to be cut out of the ropes so make sure you are ready and prepared for what will come next.
6) Dial the front desk and let them know you are ‘ready’ for me.
7) Quickly slip on the eye mask, you will then only have 5 minutes to slip your wrists into the remaining two ropes and wait… I will be right up…
Remember the safe word ‘pineapple’ and at any time should you change your mind, want me to stop or feel unsafe simply utter the word. And it all ends…
My heart was pounding as I read your note. We had discussed all of this before but suddenly this was almost all too real. My legs started to buckle and I thought I’d pass out right there in the elevator. But I managed to walk through the doors into our room, which was huge. And the elevator doors close and I’m all alone. My heart pounding out of my chest. I’d done the hardest part; I’d made it through the doors. The rest should be easy from here, right?!? I followed the instructions exactly as you laid them out for me. Undressing quickly, and folding my clothes and putting them in the drawer taking out the most beautiful blindfold/mask I have ever seen. It was black almost like a mask you see at a masquerade ball but unable to see through it. The back fastened easily, I slipped it up so I could see as I put my left ankle inside the rope and pulled tight. You were right; the rope would not loosen and would have to be cut off. Taking a deep breath I slipped my right ankle into the rope and did the same thing. My heart beating out of control. It was so loud I could hear it thumping away. Felt like a steam train was racing out of control and off a cliff in my chest. There was no turning back now. My pussy was already so wet, I was a little embarrassed, but there was nothing I could do about it now. I had no idea what was going to happen; I just knew I trusted you completely, and that I wanted this… I picked up the phone took a deep breath and it rang once. Was picked up by a bubbly, perky young woman who before I could say anything said “OK you have 5 minutes left… Follow the rest of the instructions” and hung up… Now my head was spinning out of control, I lay down on my back, sipped my left hand in the knot and pulled. Pulled the eye mask down over my eyes. And almost as if someone else had taken over my body I slipped my right hand into the knot and pulled. It was official. I was tied, and other then the ‘safe’ word there was nothing I could do about it… I heard the elevator door ding and…
My First Reply
You hear the elevator door ding and slide open. You hear footsteps exit the elevator into the room. Then another ding as the elevator closes. You're alone in the room with a stranger, bound and blindfolded and naked, entirely exposed and vulnerable.
You wait, but for now there isn't another sound or touch.
You can almost feel the heat of his gaze raking across your body. It makes you even more aware of how you're spread wide open for him. He can see every bit of your arousal – your skin flushed, your breath shallow and quick, your pulse racing, your limbs tense against the bonds, your nipples taut, your thighs damp – as you struggle to control the rising tide of your anticipation and desire.
The bonds may have restrained your body, but they have set your desires free to race unrestrained.
You wait again.
From beyond the foot of the bed, below your outstretched legs, you hear the sound of clothing...
...clothing being removed.
You hear the slither of shoelaces untying. Then you hear the soft thump of one shoe hitting the floor, followed by the other. Then the brief slide of two socks coming off. Now you know he won't be walking away any time soon.
A brief pause.
You hear the tug of fabric as shirt buttons are unbuttoned, one after another. Then you hear the longer slide of a shirt being pulled off. You can't help imagining his bare torso leaning over you and his arms taking hold of you.
Another pause.
You hear the rattle of a belt unbuckling. Then the purr of a zipper unzipping. Then the louder rustle and thump of jeans being pushed down a man's legs and dropped to the floor. You imagine his bare legs and how they'll feel stretched out between yours.
And another pause.
You hear a final soft slide of fabric, the sound of briefs slipping down a man's legs and being kicked off. He's as naked as you now. Except you can't see him, but he can see everything about you. You can't touch him, but he can touch you any place or any way that he wants.
And you hear the first sound from him. Just a quiet "ahhh," the relieved sigh of a very aroused man whose erection has been straining against the confinement of his clothing. You know he's standing there now, rampant with desire.
Your imagination fills in the image of his hardened cock stretching out toward you -- its head swollen purple, its shaft ridged with veins, bobbing slightly with the pressure of his pulse, balls pulled up tight underneath, a drop of pre-cum glistening at its tip -- so very ready and eager to thrust into your body that is bound wide open before him.
Can your own body hold back from responding?
Can you hold still at this point? Can you hold back from a moan of desire, a shiver of anticipation, a twist of unmet need?
But now a longer pause stretches onward.
You wait, and wait some more, waiting for his first touch...
How are you feeling now?
Would you like me to continue?
Continued in Tie me up part 2
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Ecstasy of the Larches
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Posted:May 2, 2013 12:48 am
Last Updated:May 27, 2013 5:45 pm
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Mmm, I like that…
Ahh, that’s good, that’s so good…
Oh, wow, even better…
Yes. Oh, yes, yes!
Oh My God!
WOW!”
That’s what my breathless exclamations sounded like for hours, as I paused only long enough to catch my breath and take a few photos, and then pushed on to one climax after another, more than I would have imagined possible...
...Those would be photos of larches, and scenic climaxes, of course. But I’m not exaggerating about how it was an ecstatic experience, thrilling for both my senses and my spirit.
It was an autumn hike into the high larch country, when the trees turn bright yellow for just a few short weeks. I've always wanted to see this scene in its full imperial regalia of white, gold, and blue. But the October weather rarely cooperated to give me colors, snow, and sunshine all at the same time.
On that day, it all came together like a fantasy in real life – clear skies, warm sun, crisp air, fresh snow, high peaks, deep lakes, and all of it accented by rows and rows of glowing gold larches.
And it was even better to have it in the Enchantments, with the soaring granite etching the sky and the sculpted lakes reflecting it all.
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As I pushed onward to one scenic climax after another, it actually struck me how many similarities there were to sexual arousal. I don't mean that I wanted to have sex at the moment. (Although I thought about how it would have been a great setting to share with a partner. At the moment, though, my body's immediate reaction wasn't helpful. A stiff hard-on just isn't comfortable for hiking uphill.)
Rather, I mean that it was the same kind of feeling of being very intensely stimulated and engaged.
Physically, I was gasping for breath, my heart racing, muscles aching, sweating with exertion, exclaiming in pleasure, pushing myself upward.
Mentally, I was seeing new views at every turn, discovering more places to go, stretching to my fullest capacity, thrusting myself into the possibilities.
Emotionally, I was swollen near to bursting with excitement, enjoying crest after crest of wonder and pleasure.
In any setting --
whether it's a mountain summit, a great conversation, an inspired idea, a challenging task, an intimate moment of sharing, a screaming orgasm, or whatever's most exciting for each of us --
it's all part of the same wonderful crazy joyful life-giving human capacity,
to let myself be really excited by what I'm experiencing,
and respond to it with all the passion of my body, mind, and soul.
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Jeans
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Posted:Mar 20, 2013 10:34 pm
Last Updated:May 22, 2013 10:56 pm
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Just experimenting with a gif.
It was supposed to play in slow motion.
But it plays faster on FriendFinder-x's page, so I guess it's just a quick tease.
What do you think: interesting or distracting?
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Christmas Decorations (part 2 of 2)
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Posted:Mar 5, 2013 11:55 pm
Last Updated:Nov 16, 2013 12:15 am
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Temporarily satisfied, we sat naked together amid the scraps of decorations that we had unwrapped from each other.
Earlier in the evening, I had arrived at her door dressed only in Christmas wrappings, and we had enjoyed unwrapping me, and then decorating and playing with each other (part 1 of this story).
Now it felt good to just relax together in each other's arms, with no wrappings between us now, just the feeling of warm soft skin pressing together. We kissed slowly while our hands roamed gently, giving quiet caresses here and there, tracing the shapes of each other’s backs, shoulders, hips, legs, buttocks. Our kisses grew more intense as tongues reached in to explore each other’s teeth and palates and probe against each other.
We shifted positions so that I was sitting on the floor leaning back on one of the couch cushions, while she sat on my lap facing me. I continued kissing her while I massaged the back of her neck with my hands, where I know she especially likes it. She reached around and massaged the long muscles of my lower back. I reached down and slowly massaged the muscles of her buttocks while she massaged my shoulders. We sat nestled together as we massaged each other in longer strokes, running our hands in slow sweeps from shoulders down our backs and out along our waists and buttocks.
As she hugged herself closer against me, I could feel her taut nipples pressing against my chest, and I shifted to give her breasts the attention they deserved. Laying her down on the floor, I leaned over her so that I could massage around the circumference of each breast. My hands worked in slow circles, lightly caressing the whole shape of her breasts, then massaging and kneading a little more deeply, working inward toward her nipples. Leaning over her, I traced my tongue around the edge of her nearest aureole and then licked inward in spiral until my tongue was caressing the edges of her nipple. My lips gently kissed her nipple a few times, enjoying the taut feeling of her aroused nipple in contrast to the soft flesh around it. Gradually I sucked in more of the surface of her breast, while my tongue continuing circling and lapping against her nipple.
I reluctantly lifted my mouth off her nearer breast and leaned over eagerly to reach her other breast. Again I traced my tongue around her aureole and licked inward to her nipple. As I kissed her nipple and began sucking it inward, I felt her hand reach up between legs and cup around my genitals. While I sucked and caressed her breast, I enjoyed the warm feeling of her hand gently caressing and cupping my still-soft balls and cock. I continued sucking and tonguing her breast, and then finished with a final kiss to each nipple.
Her hand had begun squeezing my genitals more insistently. Now she had me sit back on the couch while she knelt between my legs. Lifting my cock with one hand, she began to kiss and lick my scrotum. She licked around the top edges first and then outlined the shape of each testicle with her tongue. Meanwhile she held my cock wrapped in the fingers of her hand. I was only slowly recovering from the previous adventure, so my cock was only slightly swollen, just enough to define its shape in her hand. It was actually a fine sensation having my cock still soft, because the skin was more sensitive and I could distinctly feel every movement of her fingers lightly squeezing me. Next she sucked my lower-hanging testicle into her mouth and ran her tongue all along its surface, first lightly, and then squeezing me just a bit against the roof of her mouth. As I moaned in pleasure, she released the first testicle and then gave the same treatment to my higher-hanging testicle. Finally she released my balls, leaving them aching just slightly, and took my cock into her mouth.
My cock had swollen enough now to give a distinct shape to my shaft and head, but I was still soft and flexible enough for her to suck me completely into her mouth. It felt great feeling her tongue curling and licking around my cock inside her mouth. I could actually feel my flesh becoming firmer and straighter as her tongue lapped against its expanding shape. Where my whole cock had fit easily into her mouth at the start, now more and more of my shaft was extended out of her mouth as I lengthened, and her lips made a tighter “O” around me as I thickened. As my skin stretched tighter, the sensations of her sucking became more intense, and I felt myself stiffen to full hardness. For a moment longer, she held my cock head in her mouth and lapped her tongue against the sensitive crown, making my whole body tense with arousal. Finally she slowly slid her mouth up off the end of my cock, revealing the swollen purple head now standing out at the end of my stiff shaft.
She looked up at me and grinned, saying, “I’m glad you brought me this present.” She stood up and stroked her hands around her breasts then between her legs as she continued, “I’m looking forward to using it again.” My cock was now so hard with anticipation that it felt like my skin was stretched over a steel bar standing up stiff from the center of my body. Climbing up onto the couch, she straddled me and rubbed my saliva-soaked cock against her entry, which was already equally soaked. As I arched my hips upward, she lowered herself onto me a few inches at a time, working herself down onto my cock until she was sitting on my lap with me completely buried inside her.
Once she was fully settled onto me, we both stayed still for a moment, just enjoying the sensation of my cock stretching up deep inside her, and of her embrace wrapped warmly around me. Slowly we fucked each other as the evening wore on toward midnight. Sometimes she’d ride up and down on me as I held still, and sometimes I’d thrust more up into her as she held onto me. Sometimes we’d just twist and roll against each other, savoring the feeling of my hardness gripped within her softness. Occasionally we’d thrust faster against each other, but then we’d slow down again to pace ourselves and catch our breath.
Along the way our hands roamed across each other’s bodies. I’d reach up to cup her breasts or reach down to feel her buttocks flexing as she rode up and down on me. She’d reach forward to stroke my chest or reach back to feel my thighs tighten as I pushed up into her. Sometimes she’d lean forward to kiss me and rock gently on top of me as she enjoyed the feeling of my cock penetrating far up inside her. Sometimes I’d lean forward to kiss her as I enjoyed the feeling of her pussy stretched warmly all around my cock.
Occasionally I just lay back and watching how the colored lights from the Christmas tree glowed on her skin as she sat atop me, slowly twisting and lifting up and down to pleasure herself on my cock. Mostly we just enjoyed slowly fucking as the evening stretched later, moaning softly as we embraced.
As midnight approached, our pauses grew fewer and our pace grew faster. As we fucked harder, we were practically falling off the couch, so we left the decoration-strewn living room behind and pulled each other down the hallway the bedroom.
She lay back sidewise on the bed with her legs over the edge and spread herself wide open in invitation to me. She was actually whimpering with desire as I stepped between her legs and she stared up at my cock gleaming with her juices. I lifted her legs and she reached down to guide me into her as I pulled her up against me. We both moaned with pleasure as I easily slid deep into her, burying myself to the hilt in her soaking wet pussy. I pulled back slowly and then plunged deeply into her again, holding her tight against me as she twisted and ground herself against my groin. Again and again I pulled back and then rammed forward into her, a little faster each time, grunting with arousal as her cries of pleasure grew deeper and wilder.
As my thrusts pushed her up onto the bed, I leaned forward and braced my arms alongside her so that I could rear back fully and push deep into her on every stroke. Her warmth felt so good caressing my cock, feeling my whole length sliding almost all the way out of her and then plunging all the way back in.
We gave way completely to our desire, fucking each other as hard as we could. Her breasts bounced wildly as my thrusts pounded into her body. Soon her face and chest were flushed with excitement as she neared her orgasm. Now she was hanging onto the edge of the bed and pushing herself up at me, wrapping her legs around me and pulling herself onto my cock. “Mm, mmm, MMMM, uh, UH, UHHH” she moaned and grunted as she fucked me. He breathing turned to rapid gasps and her eyes glazed with pleasure as she neared the edge. Her hands dug into me and her head tossed back and forth as she frantically humped up against me, crying out “Aahh, Aahh, AAHH, AAHHH, AAHHHHH!!”
I held onto her and pushed in as deeply as I could, thrusting in rhythm with her cries as she came. My cock was swelling and aching with the irresistible pleasure of her pussy clenching around me. By the time her convulsions slowed, I couldn’t hold back any longer. I panted for breath as I frantically fucked her, thrusting faster and faster, “hhh hhh hhh hh hh hh hh hh-hh-hh-hh-hh, ” deeper and deeper, “uh-uh-uh-uh uhh-uhh-Uhh-Uhh, ” harder and harder, “ahh-ahh-aahh-aahh AH AH AHH! AHHH!” My cock ached with mounting pleasure as I plunged into her a few last times and pushed over the edge into my own orgasm.
I had purposely wanted to cum near midnight, because I had one last, silly highlight I wanted to add, if I could just hold on long enough. While my body arched forward and my cock spasmed in orgasm, I just barely managed to gasp out: “Santa Claus … is coming … oh ... ho-ho … Ho-Ho … HO-HO … HO-HO-HO-HO!!!” She just rolled back her eyes and arched her body up to accept my last frantic thrusts while my cum surged into her.
When I had exhausted myself, I collapsed alongside her, and we lay together crookedly on the bed, gasping for breath and holding onto each other as Christmas Day began.
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Christmas Decorations (part 1 of 2)
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Posted:Mar 4, 2013 12:54 am
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“I wrapped a special present for you,” I happily announced.
I was standing at her apartment doorway on Christmas Eve, dressed in nothing but Christmas wrapping paper and a few bows.
She quickly pulled me inside. I stood in the middle of the room while she walked around me examining her present.
Then she grinned and said, “You know what’s fun? Checking out your presents while they’re still wrapped.” She stepped closer and her hands roamed over me playfully, probing and squeezing at all the various shapes she could find under the wrappings. The paper rustled as she explored the wrappings on my arms and legs, chest and stomach, back and butt, making the paper crumple and slide against each part.
Then she pressed her body up against me. “Sometimes I like to shake the present and see what happens.” The paper crackled louder and threatened to tear as she teasingly pushed against me several times.
“Uh-oh,” she said, “something seems to be moving.” She poked at the growing bulge below my waist. “I hope that part’s not broken. I wouldn’t want it to collapse if I play with it.
She grinned slyly at me and whispered, “Sometimes I like to just squeeze the present to see whether it’s soft or firm inside.” She continued smiling at up at me while both her hands reached down and pressed against the paper.
“My present seems to be growing. Does that mean I’ve been a good girl?” she said as she continued squeezing and pressing against the paper. “You’d better open it now,” I replied, “because I think you’ll be acting very naughty before the evening’s over.
She entertained herself by tearing off one section of wrapping at a time. At first she pulled off the paper slowly, but soon the room filled with the ripping sounds, and shreds of paper littered the floor as she demolished the wrappings. She unwrapped my arms and legs, then my shoulders, and then she grabbed the remaining paper with both hands and tore it wide open down the center of my chest and abdomen.
“You decorated yourself!" she exclaimed. Underneath the wrapping paper, I had small bows on my nipples and navel. The best decorations were on the special “package” inside. Two round red Christmas-tree balls hung in front of my testicles. My cock was wrapped in red-and-green paper, tied with a gold ribbon at the base of my shaft and another ribbon at the crown of my cock head. The ribbons were feeling a bit tight, because my erection was swelling wider now than when I had originally tied them.
“This is fun,” she said. “Can we decorate me, too?” She undressed and I helped decorate her. We taped a small bow to her navel and then selected bigger, bolder bows to match the quality of her breasts. We wrapped a wider satin ribbon around her waist, with small ornaments hanging from it. Another ribbon ran from the waistband down between her buttocks and then back up between her legs. When I tied the front of the ribbon to the waistband, I cinched it up just a little extra so that it pulled up against her pussy lips and rubbed tantalizingly against her.
We paused to take a few pictures of our decorative creations.
Then we had even more fun un-decorating each other.
First she kissed my chest and lightly bit and sucked my nipples as she removed the bows there. I did the same for her, though it was a bigger job in her case, and I took more time, making sure to kiss and suck everything I discovered under the bow. Then we each caressed and licked our way down to the bows at our navels and removed those.
Kneeling in front of me, she asked, “Can I unwrap this package now?” “Please,” I replied. She removed one of the round red ornaments hanging in front of my scrotum and looked up at me as she sucked it slowly into and out of her mouth. Then she leaned forward to do the same to my living ball that had been hanging behind it. She repeated the same thing with the ornament hanging on the other side. Then she began tearing off little bits of the paper covering the shaft of my cock, pausing to kiss and lick each area of skin that she unwrapped. She finished by unwrapping my cock head and then re-wrapping it with her lips. She sucked me softly into her mouth, making me groan with pleasure as the wet warmth of her lips replaced the dry roughness of the paper.
When she pulled the wrapping paper off, she had left the two ribbons in place. Now she experimented to see what she could do to my cock with the ribbons. First she twisted the rear ribbon tight around the base of my shaft, compressing the blood flow like a cock ring, so that my cock bulged with the veins standing out in hard ridges. She squeezed my balls tight while her lips and tongue sucked and stroked forcefully along my stiff shaft, exploring roughly along the contours of each vein. Then she released the pressure so that my cock relaxed to normal sensitivity. Her grip switched to the front ribbon, which she rotated gently back and forth against the extra-sensitive crown of my cock head. Now her other hand gently fondled my balls while she sucked my head into her mouth and softly massaged me with her tongue and teeth. Her treatment had my cock alternating between numbing stiffness and aching tenderness. My voice alternated between rough groans of almost painful arousal and breathless sighs of intense pleasure. After a few rounds of this, I couldn’t stand any more, and I was panting and thrusting convulsively. She wrapped her hands around both ribbons and vigorously jacked me up and down until I came hard, with my cum shooting out and spattering loudly onto the wrapping paper scattered underfoot.
Now it was her turn. First I took the ribbon between her legs and slid it slowly back and forth, so that it ran up and down between her cheeks and across her mound. Soon the front of the ribbon was damp with her juices. I traced the path of the ribbon with my tongue, licking along one side of the ribbon, down the front of her abdomen, along the outside edge of her lips, and back up along one cheek till I reached her waist. Then I returned by tracing the other side of the ribbon, licking down the other cheek of her ass, alongside her labia, and back up the front. Finally I untied the front of the ribbon and followed the path that the ribbon had covered. My tongue worked downward at a steady pace, swirling and tickling through her pubic hair. Continuing lower, my mouth first gently licked and sucked her clitoris and then proceeded to lick down the length of her lips, probing deeper inward as I went. At this point she was lying back on the couch and moaning with pleasure. I rolled her over and couldn’t resist repeating the last part of my tongue’s progress along her pussy as she moaned louder. Then I continued following the ribbon, with my fingers stroking and probing along the length of her ass until I reached the end of the ribbon and untied it.
Next I teased her with the ornaments that had been hanging from the waist ribbon. Fortunately they were made of plastic and hadn’t broken during our rolling around. The ornaments were shaped like various fruits, so each one had a different shape and texture. I removed one ornament at a time and stroked it against her pussy/lips so that she could feel its shape. Then I tongued/massaged her clitoris as I slowly Inserted and withdrew each ornament.
Some ornaments fit better than others, but it was fun to experiment. The banana penetrated easily, but it was much smaller than life-sized. The miniature pineapples spread her lips a little wider as they pushed in, and then spread her again as I pulled them back out. Between each ornament, I offered my own tongue, licking along her lips and tonguing her clitoris until I could feel her beginning to moan and sigh with pleasure, then leaning back and pausing before trying the next ornament. She liked the bundle of grapes best, since it formed a series of rounded bumps that I stoked and rotated against her lips, pushing in a little deeper as she moaned and twisted herself against the contours, then pulling the ornament back outward bump by bump as she sighed with pleasure.
Having finished the ornaments, I followed with my own tongue again. My tongue probed deeper now, pushing into her and licking faster, until she was groaning and twisting against my face. Then my tongue worked upward to caress her clitoris, beginning with small light strokes around the edges until she was relaxed and sighing happily, then sucking more rapidly and flicking my tongue back and forth across the sheath until she was moaning with pleasure. I reached one hand up to fondle and caress her nipples as I continued. Then I reached down and began to stroke my fingers along her pussy, gradually sliding my fingers in deeper and faster as she panted for breath and pushed herself onto my fingers. Soon she was crying out and thrusting against my face. I grabbed her cheeks with both hands and held onto her as my tongue lapped in long strokes into her pussy and around her clitoris. She grabbed my head and pulled me tight against her, while I just tried to keep licking wherever I could, as she cried out over and over, cumming against my face.
Temporarily satisfied, we sat naked together amid the scraps of decorations, making a few more Christmas jokes about being naughty or nice. Her face and breasts still flushed with orgasm and her shoulders were red with couch burn from our efforts. My knees were a little rug-burned also, and my cock ached from its earlier treatment. We relaxed and took some time to kiss and caress the sore spots.
It felt good to just relax together in each arms, with no wrappings between us now, just the feeling of warm soft skin pressing together. We kissed quietly while our hands roamed slowly, leisurely pleasuring each other....
(to be continued in part 2)
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Toasted Marshmallow
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Posted:Feb 17, 2013 11:37 pm
Last Updated:May 2, 2013 8:54 pm
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Leaning forward on her knees, she licked the tasty warm skin, stretched her lips wide to engulf its hot swollen circumference, and sucked it deeper into her mouth.
Then she grinned wickedly, tightened her teeth around the rim, and tore the skin entirely off!
She sighed an “mmm” of pleasure as she sucked down the sweet creamy interior, then sat back and licked her lips in satisfaction.
Next she grabbed a fresh marshmallow from the bag beside her, impaled it on the tip of a stick, and held it out over the coals to be roasted in turn.
We were at a campground somewhere in Oregon, cooking marshmallows over our campfire.
She had such an erotic way of toasting those marshmallows… intently watching them swell in the heat of the fire, smiling as she raised the stick to her mouth, and then sensuously sucking off each toasty layer.
Watching her, I was actually feeling jealous of the marshmallows. My own “marshmallow” was puffing up at the end of its lengthening stick and eagerly begging for attention. So I couldn’t resist asking her to try putting one of those toasted marshmallows on the end of my own stick and sucking it off. (I admit, it sounds silly written down here, but some ideas just seem much better at the time when you’re excited.)
She hesitated at first, because other campsites were nearby, but they were somewhat screened by brush and darkness. Soon I was standing next to the fire with my jeans down around my ankles, while she toasted a marshmallow till it was just lightly browned and swollen. Then she knelt in front of me and reached out with the marshmallow. It made a vividly memorable scene – the firelight glowing bright on my rampant cock, the eager look of concentration on her face, and her hand carefully lining up the warm marshmallow in front of my tip.
Then she grasped my shaft with one hand and pulled me toward her, while her other hand pushed the marshmallow forward to envelop my cockhead.
Ouch!!!
The interior of the marshmallow was painfully hot!
Now I found out that she had a devilish side. I tried to jerk back, but she was merciless, gripping me tighter and pushing the marshmallow further onto me. Sensitive skin flared with a scary overload of sensation.
But after the brief shock of that first burning moment, I could feel that I wasn’t actually damaged, and then I was excited to continue as she spread the rest of the gooey marshmallow up the length of my shaft.
Next was supposed to be the fun part, as she lapped her tongue along the length of my cock to lick off the marshmallow. Unfortunately, it turns out that melted marshmallow doesn’t lick off. Instead it congealed to a tough sticky coating. She gave it her best -- licking up and down my shaft, nibbling at the streaks of marshmallow, sucking me deep into her mouth, and massaging me with her tongue.
It was a noble and pleasurable effort, but didn’t actually remove much of the marshmallow. Eventually, we ended up scrubbing my erection with a damp towel, leaving me clean of the marshmallow but feeling rather sore and abraded.
Between the hot firelight and the vigorous scrubbing, my cock now stood out an angry red color. By this point, it definitely deserved to be embraced somewhere softer and more soothing.
I drew her closer for a kiss, and she responded eagerly, lips parting to meet mine and kiss me back. My hands reached up to cup her face, then worked downward - caressing her throat, unbuttoning her shirt, and releasing her breasts.
Standing half-turned to the campfire, her profile glowed in rosy arcs of light and shadow – each breast firelit on one side and dark on the other, with the taut spikes of her nipples silhouetted in between.
I leaned down and began lightly kissing her breasts. She sighed as my tongue circled each aureole, then her breath caught in a quick gasp as my lips closed around each nipple with a gentle tug of suction.
But modesty prevailed again. She declined to continue any further out in the open. If there had been anyone watching, they probably would have thought we looked rather funny at the moment, each half-undressed on opposite ends.
We retreated to our tent and quickly finished undressing. She was already invitingly wet and ready for me, and I slid into her easily. Her warm soft interior felt wonderfully comfortable on my raw skin. I paused to just hold on for a moment and enjoy the feeling of her embracing me. She sighed and wrapped her legs around me to press me tight against her.
After a moment, she loosened her hold on me and lifted her hips in a clear signal of what she wanted. I began rocking my hips to stroke inside her, gently at first, and then gradually stronger.
Her chest rose and fell faster as my pace increased and she breathed deeper. I shifted to hold myself up with one arm so my hand could roam free, catching and massaging her breasts as they bounced in rhythm with our motion.
She began matching and then pushing my pace, pulling herself up against me on each stroke and grabbing my hips with both hands to hasten my next thrust into her.
As her excitement increased, though, I could see that she was struggling to contain herself and keep quiet, for fear that the other campers would hear us. She looked up at me with growing desperation in her eyes, caught in the escalating tension between self-control and letting go. Her struggle made me even more eager to drive her over the edge and hear her cry out.
I twisted sideways and reached down to caress her into even higher arousal, my fingers stroking against the spot where she was most sensitive while my thrusts drove harder into her. Soon she couldn’t hold back any more. Neither her body nor her voice could stay quiet. Her legs clutched around me, her hips convulsed uncontrollably up against me, and she moaned helplessly our loud as she came in her first climax.
We rested for a few minutes in the silence of our tent. Around us, the tent walls reflected the flickering light and quiet crackles of the campfire. Happily, no campground police showed up to cite us for sex noise violations.
I leaned forward and caressed her face with light kisses. My lips traced the edges of her cheeks, her chin, her neck, her shoulders. Where I kissed the hollow of her neck, I could feel her pulse racing. Where I lay still partly erect inside her, I could feel my own pulse throb in response.
We kissed more passionately, letting our tongues dance back and forth into each other’s mouths. I could see the look of desire intensify in her eyes as she felt me swell back to full hardness inside her. Her body began to shift and press against me in renewed arousal.
I felt her tongue probe more aggressively, pushing and stretching into my mouth. I returned the favor with more insistent thrusts of my own, stretching myself more forcefully into her depths.
From there on, our lovemaking built up in cycles of slower and faster tempo. Each time around, I’d offer her a long stretch of slow deep thrusts as she relaxed soft-eyed beneath me and sighed with pleasure, and then I’d provoke her with a handful of hard fast thrusts as her eyes jumped wide open and she gasped in excitement. Our passion spiraled hotter as we repeated this cycle of slow sensuality and fast excitement again. And again and again.
Then I began to vary the pace and depth of my strokes so that she would never quite know what was coming next. …Sometimes pushing all the way in ...Sometimes just moving in or out partway before reversing direction …Sometimes just one intense thrust, stretching extra deep and holding myself for a moment totally embedded in her … Sometimes dozens of thrusts following faster and harder after each other …Sometimes calming things down again with more slow long intimate thrusts.
Eventually we reached a point where could be no more slowing or relaxing, as our bodies drove each other wilder, me arching fiercely in to her, her twisting and heaving up against me. This time there was no holding back or trying to staying quiet.
She panted for breath and held onto me tighter in anticipation of the climax that was building inexorably. Soon she was entirely consumed by her arousal, thrusting back against me and moaning louder regardless of who might hear. My arousal responded in kind, thrusting in to meet every movement of her body until she was shaking and crying out in another climax.
Now I couldn’t hold myself back either. I grabbed her buttocks and pulled her tight against me as I drove into her, putting my whole body into every stroke. She tilted her legs further outward, and rotated her hips upward, offering herself wide open to receive everything I could give her.
Soon I was lost in the last mindless thrusts of arousal as I felt the hot pressure of my own impending orgasm swelling up in my cock. My body uncontrollably arched and convulsed against her, every muscle striving to push me in as deep as possible. I groaned and cried out wordlessly. An achingly intense peak of pleasure concentrated where I was deepest inside her, pulsed outward in surge after surge of my climax, and finally subsided to let me collapse on top of her.
Curled up in the tent afterward, we agreed that this was the most fun we’d ever gotten from a marshmallow.
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I Can't Stand Any More (Part 2)
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Posted:Nov 24, 2012 11:06 pm
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“I can’t stand any more,” she had said.
“Do you want me to stop?” I asked.
“No!” she replied. “I mean I can’t keep standing; I need to lie down. Please don’t stop.”
Earlier she had held herself standing still, naked, eyes closed, as I slowly caressed her entire body with my hands and lips.
One caress at a time, I had traced the contours of her face, followed each arm from fingertips to shoulder, followed each leg from toes to hip, massaged upward across her buttocks and back, then curved downward around her breasts and stomach, finally kneeling to kiss her most intimate places.
Until she couldn’t stand any more...
Now she dropped to her knees in front of me, paused for a moment to calm her ragged breathing, and then opened her eyes to look at me for the first time since we had begun.
Her eyes flickered back and forth from the smile on my face to the other obvious evidence of my excitement lower down. Meanwhile her hand crept inward almost unconsciously, beginning to touch herself where I had left off a moment earlier.
She stroked herself slowly for a moment, then faster. Her head tilted back and her breathing deepened to hoarse moans. Her fingers blurred in quick circles and her hips twisted as she pleasured herself more.
I watched her, thinking how good that must feel, how she must be enjoying this release after standing so long waiting to be touched there. Out in front of me, my cock bobbed in rhythm with my own rising pulse, almost like it was nodding in agreement.
Her gaze focused back more intently on me. She traced her eyes down across my body as she continued pleasuring herself, staring with unabashed desire at what was standing out from me.
She paused with an obvious effort of will and pulled her hand back. With her head still slightly bowed where she had been looking lower at me, she tilted her eyes upward to my face in an almost irresistible gesture of appeal.
Catching her breath for a moment, she whispered, “Need you… Need you in me.” Then she grinned happily, as my cock immediately jerked upward to stand out even straighter in very eager affirmation of that wish.
She laid herself back on the floor across from me, watching me with a widening grin of welcome as she drew her legs upward and apart in an equally open gesture of invitation and desire.
I went to her and leaned forward over her, shifted briefly to poise my cock within the slick, ready folds of her entry, and slid deep into her.
Her body pressed tight up against mine for a long moment. She moaned softly and stared up at me with a compelling expression of need and longing. Then she pulled back and arched up to press me deep inside her again. She moaned raggedly as I pushed back down into her and she twisted and turned against me.
She was lying flat on the floor, but she held arms out at her sides and her neck arched back so that her palms and head pressed hard the floor, as though she could barely hold herself in place.
Her body was almost trembling with the struggle to contain herself. Her eyes took on a desperate intensity, struggling between control and release, appealing for relief.
With a hoarse whimper, she began to pull back again…
...and then she exploded into motion underneath me.
Her body arched up against me again and again, and her hips bucked upward in frenzied bursts. She seemed barely able to even draw back between moves, pulling me to her and humping up against me, like she was trying to grab and feel as much of me as she could.
For a while I tried to contain the explosion, pinning her back to the floor with my own thrusts when her blasts of arousal tossed me upward. But that only added fuel to the fire, and soon all that I could do was just to brace myself and stay with her.
Her body twisted and turned underneath me, writhing and surging and bucking up against me. I held onto her and thrust myself out to her as she took her fill from me. She moaned louder and gasped for breath while she pulled me closer, impaling herself on me in furious bursts of passion. Super-fast thrusts of her hips alternated with long straining arches of her body, over and over and then all mixed together.
This may sound crazy, but for a while it felt like the column of my cock was the one still point in the world, where everything else was shifting and moving. Usually I'm actively moving myself, but this time it was all I could do just to stay in place and hold steady for her, as she surged and twisted and pulled herself up and down along the length of my shaft.
It was a different experience to feel all the sensations stay in one place, like a glowing band of pleasure just suspended there, stretching out from me and surrounded by her, straining with excitement, as she took her pleasure more and more wildly from me. Her passion felt a blazing forge around me, heating me like a bar of molten metal, glowing red hot, then almost unbearably white hot.
Just when I feared I couldn’t last much longer, the storm broke. Her hips seemed to take on a life of their own, bucking up against me in a nonstop frenzy. Her arms and legs wrapped around me and held onto me desperately. Her eyes locked onto me with intense desire, and then lost any kind of focus as the climax took her. For a moment, she clenched tight around every part of me, holding me close in her arms and in her depths, and then let go as waves of climax surged through her. Her head arched back and mouth stretched wide open, moaning and crying out with rising intensity, not so much in pleasure but simply release of her passion.
At last her hold on me relaxed, her cries subsided to soft moans of relief, and she lay back exhausted beneath me, trembling slightly as the last aftershocks of her climax passed through her.
We lay together as she rested from the peak of her climax.
It was another kind of pleasure just to watch her recover and enjoy seeing her satisfaction – her breath calming to soft hums of pleasure, her muscles relaxing as she lay loose-limbed on the floor, her eyes unfocussed and glazed with satisfaction, her skin flushed bright pink across her cheeks and breasts.
I was glad of the time to calm myself also, because I was looking forward to continuing much longer now that her first peak of need had been met. My arousal relaxed from an almost explosive hardness to a more sustainable lingering ache of pleasure
We rested together until we both could breathe more easily and relax against each other’s bodies. When I leaned away to spare her my weight, she shifted her arm to keep me close atop her.
I lifted my head and kissed her once, just a light brush on lips, saying “hello again, welcome back.”
Then I looked deeper into her eyes, enjoying the satisfied pleasure I saw there, and also enjoying the renewed desire and rising arousal that it evoked in me.
She sensed the change as well. Did she see it in the intensity of my gaze, the poised tension of my body, the re-hardening of my arousal stretching back harder inside her?
Her grin of anticipation and the eager pressure of her body against mine left no doubt of her own readiness for what was coming next.
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"I Can't Stand Any More" (part 1)
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Posted:Jun 26, 2012 12:22 am
Last Updated:May 2, 2013 8:55 pm
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Have you ever taken the time to simply explore every inch of your lover’s body?
…not hurrying or touching only a few places, but savoring every curve and contour, and the wonderful way they all fit together.
One evening I told her that I wanted to give her a special experience of me touching every surface of her skin. She looked at me questioningly, and asked how I wanted to do it.
We both undressed. I asked her to stand facing me, with her feet a little more than shoulder width apart and her arms hanging loose at her sides. I asked her to stay relaxed as much as possible and to close her eyes, so she could concentrate on the experience of each touch.
She grinned in nervous anticipation, and I saw her eyes flicker momentarily from my face down to my cock, wondering what I might have in store for her. Anticipation had swollen me just a bit above resting size, and her pretty nipples had similarly begun to tighten on her breasts, but at this point we were both mostly calm.
She looked back at my face, and I smiled reassuringly. She closed her eyes, inhaled deeply, and I could see her chest rise and fall in slow, steady breathing. She still had a half-nervous smile on her face, wondering where I would begin.
I reached out and took her hands in mine, holding each of her hands gently clasped in mine. She gave a little start at my first touch, and then relaxed.
Beginning from her hands, I explored each area of her body with my hands and tongue. I caressed every surface of skin, massaged a little deeper on the muscles, and kissed each place that seemed especially sensitive.
I began by working my way up each arm.
First her left arm: I briefly traced each finger and kissed her palm. I gently massaged the muscles of her lower arm and kissed the inside of her elbow. I massaged the muscles of her upper arm and ran my tongue along the planes of her shoulder bone.
Then I did the same for her right arm, caressing all of her arm from fingertips to shoulder.
She was smiling happily now and held her head tilted slightly back in relaxed contentment. Each kiss brought a soft “mmm” of pleasure.
Then I lightly glided my hands down the sides of her body all the way to her feet. On both sides of her, my fingers moved in steady swirls down the outside surfaces of her ribs, abdomen, hips, and legs. Her breathing took on a faster, more intent tempo as my touch traced the length of her body, framing her whole outline from shoulders to toes.
From the poised tension of her posture, I could tell that the entire surface of her skin was becoming tantalizingly sensitive to my touch. Her nipples were fully erect now, and I suspect she could feel herself moistening with desire. My cock swelled a little more and hung heavier against my balls.
I treated both legs in the same way I had treated her arms. I fondled each toe, and I reached my fingers underneath to massage the sole of each foot. I massaged her calf muscles and kissed the back of each knee. Then I massaged her thigh muscles and traced the lines of her hipbones with my tongue.
She was moaning a little louder when she felt each kiss and lick. “Mm, ohh, mmm-mMM.” As I reached higher up her legs and came nearer to her most sensitive areas, I could see her thighs and abdomen tensing. But then my hands continued upward onto her hips and she struggled to slow her breathing and relax.
Now I moved around behind her. My cock began to stretch longer and swung back and forth as I walked.
I placed my hands on her buttocks and began massaging the smooth curving muscles of her ass. I could feel her struggle to relax as her butt muscles tightened in brief spasms under my hands. Then I ran my fingers upward between her cheeks. Each finger in turn trailed upward along the path, and bounced lightly across the opening along the way.
She gave up resisting and her buttocks clamped tight around my fingertips as she moaned, “Mmm, mmmm, mmmmmmm.” I waited till she regained control and relaxed, and then my fingers
continued upward to the base of her back. Meanwhile my own butt clenched in sympathetic response, and my cock jumped a bit and stiffened closer to a full erection.
Now I massaged the long muscles of her back. My hands kneaded the muscles in spiraling circles up the length of her back from waist to shoulders. She was relaxing now and leaning back onto my hands. My hands massaged back down her spine from neck to base, then back again up along the muscles of her lower back and out across the muscles of her upper back.
Then I followed with my lips and tongue, I kissed and traced a circle around each backbone, all the way from the bottom of her spine up to the base of her neck. She responded with soft “ah”s of pleasure as
I worked my way upward.
I massaged the back of her neck with my fingers, and she leaned her head back against my hands. Then I ran my hands through her hair, kneading lightly up along the back of her head and over the top of her scalp.
I moved around in front to face her again. I could see her eyes flickering under her eyelids as I lightly traced the contours of her face with my fingertips. I laid kisses along each cheekbone and around the edge of each ear, with a light probe of my tongue spiraling inward. Then I gently kissed her mouth and paused for a moment as she returned the kiss.
I lifted my lips off hers and carefully traced my hands down the front of her neck. I paused again to feel her pulse racing under my fingertips. At the same time, I could feel my own pulse throbbing where I was most aroused.
Now I caressed downward from her shoulders, approaching the outer curve of her breasts. Watching her breasts rise and fall with her breathing, I could feel my cock lifting and stretching out to its fullest extent, while my balls pulled up tighter against my groin.
I began caressing her breasts. First I caressed softly in a circle around them. She tilted her chest up and outward to meet my hands. Then I massaged more deeply around both breasts. My hands followed her curves inward down the center of the “v” where her breasts met, then slowly massaged upward across the top and down along the sides of her breasts. Finally my hands slid below her breasts and turned to lift her breasts and cup them in soft handfuls.
Her nipples were tightly erect now, and her skin flushed brighter pink. My cockhead swelled a deeper purple, and ridges of veins stood out on the tight-stretched skin of my shaft.
Still cupping her breasts upward, I leaned forward to kiss each one. At the first touch of my lips, she let out a gasp of excitement, and she pushed her breast up against my kiss. My tongue circled the aureole, spiraling inward. Then my lips closed around her nipple, first sucking gently and then pulling harder and lapping my tongue against the nipple. When my mouth released her nipple, she let out a sad “oh” of disappointment, but quickly followed with a happy “ahhh” as I kissed and sucked the other nipple in the same way.
While I kissed her, I had to be careful to hold my hips back, as the outstretched tip of my cock hovered perilously close to touching her.
I lowered my hands so that her breasts fell back against her chest and then continued down to caress her stomach. I knelt in front of her and kissed her belly button, and then my tongue trailed a path further downward.
As my hands moved lower on her abdomen, she was whimpering and trembling with the effort to hold herself still. My cocking was aching with desire to give her what she wanted, but not yet.
I traced my fingers around the edges of her pubic triangle, and then walked my fingers through her pubic hair, tickling the sensitive skin underneath. I ran my fingers down along the inner edges of her legs, gently massaging the line between the muscles of her legs and the soft rise of her mound.
She was pushing her pelvis toward me, and I see the slick dampness of her readiness for me and feel the heat rising from her. Unseen to her, a shiny drop of pre-cum moistened the eager tip of my cock.
Now I traced around the edges of her mound again, this time angling my fingers inward to massage her soft flesh. I could see the muscles of her abdomen and buttocks clenching as she tried to hold herself steady. I cupped my hand around her, and she moaned as she pressed herself against my hand. I caressed her petals with my fingers, first the outer edges, and then sliding my fingers along the slick wetness between her lips.
I pulled back my hand and leaned my face toward her. Groaning, she bent her knees to open a wider space for me. My tongue traced a long slow path along the surface of her labia, then swept up and down to open her and slide a little deeper on each pass.
She was moaning desperately and shaking with desire. I moved my mouth higher and pursed my lips around her clitoris to kiss that last sensitive spot on her body.
In a strained voice, she said, “I can’t stand any more.”
I asked if she wanted me to stop.
She said, “No! I mean I can’t stand. I have to lie down. Please don’t stop.”
To be continued…
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