by Ella Hilton
He slid over onto the mattress, staring into my face as he ran his hand lazily across my naked stomach. "Are you going to be in Los Angeles for a while?"
"No, I've got to leave in a day or two. I just needed to get away by myself for a while, and here I am. But I need to go home soon." I hated having to say that after such a fantastic experience.
"I'm sorry to hear that," he said. "I had a great time with you tonight." His eyes showed the words true, and a smile lit up his face. "Thanks." I still couldn't get over the amazing growl in his voice.
I laughed. "Ooh no! Thank you! I will never, ever forget about this! You're a wonderful man, and I'm sorry that we don't have more time."
"Me too." He got up from the bed and started looking for his clothes. "Hey, it's still pretty early, for LA at any rate. Want to get something to eat?"
"Absolutely! I'm starving."
The two of us got dressed and headed out into the city once more. I'd like to say that we went on to have a fabulous relationship, that we fell deeply in love, etc., but that's not the way life works. I left late the next day, discreetly fingering myself on the highway when I thought about what had happened that night, and I knew we probably wouldn't ever see one another again. But that's alright. I got to do something that I had always dreamed of doing, and I can be satisfied with that.
The End.
Multiples
What do I feel when you spread me apart?
When your hands - rough with calluses from playing the guitar at least as well as you play me - slide down my body; short-nailed fingers surrounding my pebble-hard nipples and plucking at them, pinching very slightly, then continuing down over my stomach and hips to the auburn thatch between my legs.
You always feel the need to get inside my head - to know exactly what I'm thinking at every point of our loving, one part of you always curious, always cataloguing, always eager to learn the weaknesses in me that you can pleasurably exploit. "Twenty-six and counting," you often laugh with a wink, casually throwing out my record number of orgasms in one session with you. We were younger then, and had more time to indulge ourselves, although the inclination hasn't dulled over the years and our responses to each other have sharpened considerably.
My legs are already wishboned at your behest; one arm trapped beneath where you lay at my side so that I can only flail it uselessly at your back should I feel any distress, the other held above my head, my wrist braceleted by your spare hand and trapped against the pillow.
It doesn't matter. I won't struggle until I'm close to the end, anyway. Until you've driven me to the point when I feel I have to fight you, or lose myself as I fly into the white hot sun you create effortlessly within me.
Expertly, you use your thumb and ring finger to hold my most private area open as you forage firmly between my legs, gathering honey on your middle finger and dragging it over that wonderful bundle of nerves you know almost too well by now, bending your head to capture a nipple and tug hard, razing it with the edges of your teeth.
"Oh- oh- oh, God - mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm." I can't contain myself; I never can with you. I can't see - not because of any impediment you've supplied, but because of the strength of my response. My eyes have become useless, unfocused, my vision turned inward with the increasing tension of my body. There's no need for me to see, only to feel.
"You're already really close, aren't you, Beth?" Those fingers are entirely relentless - slick and hot and just-right rough. When you get a goal in mind you never ease up until it's achieved. It didn't take you long to learn exactly the right touch. A better touch, frankly, than I have for myself.
For me, it's all about the loss of control. Orgasms are never harder for me than when someone else is at the helm, which is somehow kind of twisted if you think about it. Shouldn't I know what pleases me better than anyone else? Apparently not, especially when your hands are on the controls . . . hurling me towards an end that never fails to frighten me to the core with its consistent yet unique intensity. You revel in being able to make me come as hard as possible, forcing me to let loose the myriad emotions I work so hard to suppress all day, and leaving me disturbingly raw and naked in an aftermath of tears that always overwhelm me.
Sometimes I hate you for what you do to me at least as much as I love you for it. I fervently wish I could control it, like I control everything else in my life. Obsessively.
But, for you, it's about me losing that control. To you. Even if it's messy, and it is that.
"Aren't you?" huskily prompted.
My frantic nodding wasn't enough. "YEEEESsssssssssssssssssssss!" I groan.
"Answer me before you come. Tell me what you're feeling, all spread out with my hand down between your legs, helpless, on the verge . . ."
"E-exposed. Vul-vulnerable."
"And you like it?" whispered against my temple.
"Is-isn't it obvious?" I'm surprised I can still form words. "Don't I like everything you do to me?" Have I ever said anything that was quite as true as that?
The closer I get to paradise, the slower your tempo becomes. By now it's languorous, your fingers vacationing down there, stretching out over me and occasionally rubbing like they have an elusive itch to satisfy - mine, but only in your own good time.
It's gotten to the point, though, that I'm close to something that, although it entices me, it scares me at least as much, if not more. "No - no - please - Rick - I - I can't!" Tugging on my wrist does no good, not that I'd truly expected it to. I'm not going anywhere despite my desperate bucking and squirming.
Your mouth is right on my ear - another sensitive spot - I can feel your lips move as you speak directly into my lust-fogged brain. "Of course you can. No mercy, love. No quarter given. I know that you want it, no matter how you fight, no matter that when you come you're always screaming 'no, please no'. I'll make you come if I want to - when I want to. Over and over. It's good for you to get all of it out."
If I were sentient, I would roll my eyes, but I'm well beyond that. Your words - carefully chosen to add spice to my experience - have their desired effect, making my clit clench under your touch.
I can feel the beginnings of my pleasure, buzzing and building like a thundercloud at the bottom of my privates and tingling its way up to where your hand is draped over me, stroking lazily as you watch every nuance of my reaction.
My head whips back and forth on the pillow. This is going to be tremendous, much harder than the usual, and tears are already forming behind my eyelids - tears of thoughts and emotions well-suppressed until now, until you ruthlessly drag them to the fore to be revisited in the most wild of ways.
"No - no - God - please - no - Rick!" My trapped arm is beating a non-stop tattoo on your back that will achieve nothing. " - nonononono - OOOOOAAHHHHH!"
I'm held tight through the whole thing, through every sweet-tart spasm, every jerk of my hips against your loving hand, through the guttural screams that are ripped from my throat, until I'm spent. You can feel me gathering for the second inevitable part of the storm, but you've let go of my arm to grab the bed clothes and pull them over us, and I use that as my escape, fleeing halfway across the room before you catch me and haul me unceremoniously back to the bed.
I've only just expelled my first couple of lungfuls of air, fighting you all the way, my body still clenching and jumping in short-circuited, ripples of ecstasy. I don't want the comfort you offer - I can't accept it right now; I'm too afraid of you and me. I only want you to let me go so I can be alone and safe to cry it all out by myself.
But that is not one of my choices. I'm wrestled back onto the bed where, sobbing plaintively, I scrabble over to cling the edge, hugging it for dear life when I should be hugging you - but I can't ask for that, can't reach for you right now. A veteran of this strange behavior, you forcibly cuddle me from behind while stroking my hair, whispering in a calm, soothing manner that only very slowly penetrates the thick fog of raw, fearful emotions that have me in their ti
ght grasp.
You rock us slightly, careful of not pushing us both off the bed, knowing that the childhood rhythm can calm me when nothing else will.
It's a long while, though, before I'm able to turn and wrap my arms around you, tucking my now-swollen eyes against your neck, letting your chest hair tickle my chin and the warmth of your love and support seep into my skin.
"Better now, baby?"
"Huh-huh," I sniffle, curling up within your embrace and letting you hold me.
"Well," you say, smacking a loud kiss onto my forehead, "That was one . . . "
Not Yet
I was sitting in the doctor's office waiting for my name to be called when my mind started to wander. I saw myself lying completely naked on your bed.
My tan golden brown skin glistening in the soft light of the room hair tossed ever so carefully to one side looking at you, wanting you, waiting for you to reach out and touch me. Carefully you approach the bed and gently kiss my left foot. You slightly caress my ankle and lower right calf with your other hand.
You continue working your way up my leg carefully kissing me gently caressing first my calf then my thigh. Sending shivers through my body and making the hair on the back of my neck stand up in anticipation of the pleasure I was about to receive. I giggle excitedly, and a small gasp escapes me.
You smile, snicker and force me to lie flat on my back and spread my legs further apart. You continue to kiss, lick, and bite my upper thigh. First the left side then the right slowly methodically you lick and suck making me begin to rock my hips back and forth, I arch my back, desperately wanting you.
You slowly and carefully move your lips past my wet throbbing pussy. And you whisper not yet very softly under your breath so that I can feel the words and your hot breath on my clit, making me moan even louder.
You continue to work your way up my body kissing and licking all of my curves. Around my hips slowly you kiss, and caress. Your fingers feel hot on my skin and your breath tickles me deep inside. I moan again I begin to breath deeper and a little faster with the building anticipation and longing for you to be inside me.
You lick my tummy right up to my belly button before sticking your tongue inside it to tickle me. I giggle again and you smile and snicker some more. As you work your way up to my hard erect nipples I feel your hard cock brush against my skin. I gasp and arch my back a little more.
Carefully you lick and suck each nipple kneading my breast in your strong firm hands, pushing them together. You roll your tongue around each one of my nipples pinching them between your fingers firmly but gently, biting them ever so softly. I begin to rock my hips faster and I can feel my pussy throbbing and dripping wet ready to take all of you inside me.
Slowly you kiss up to my neck licking and sucking, tracing all the curves of my muscles with your tongue. I slowly run my hands over your ass and up the sides of your body resting my hands on your chest I look down to see your hard cock barely touching my sex. I throw my head back and moan in delight at the site of it about to enter me. Carefully you let your hard throbbing cock linger around the outside of my slit for what seems like an eternity, letting me grind on it back and forth ever so gently wetting it with my juices. As we both watch it move up and down slowly.
Softly you whisper in my ear not yet. You kiss me passionately our tongues rolling around on each other gently. I run my tongue across your lips and gently bite your lower lip.
You tell me I have been naughty for wanting you so badly and that I must be punished. You roll me over onto my stomach and demand that I get on all fours. I gasp with delight and smile as I turn over giggling excitedly.
I lean my head back my hair carefully falls across my shoulders and down to the side and I arch my back pushing my ass higher into the air, legs spread revealing the soft glistening slit flushed red, ripe and waiting to be penetrated by your hard cock. You smack the left side of my ass hard! I cry out in ecstasy. Then you rub gently in a soft circular motion the same spot and then smack again harder! Yes! I scream as you smack the right side.
Then you take your hard cock and slowly rub it up and down my wet pussy, carefully methodically teasing me only with the head, tracing it up and down the length of my slit. With your cock in your hand you smack it against my pussy. Then smack it on each of my ass cheeks. Mmmm. You want this don't you? You softly whisper in my ear.
I beg for you to stick it inside me and you carefully whisper with a smile not yet. Again, and again you smack my bare ass and continue to torture me with pleasure by running your hardness up and down the length of my wet glistening slit. The sound of your hand stinging my naked hot flesh and leaving a bright red handprint makes me pump my hips back and forth faster I begin to moan wildly, begging for you to penetrate me.
Slowly you begin licking and biting each of my ass cheeks and work your way to my asshole. Licking and flicking the opening with your tongue. The hot wetness of your tongue makes me shiver and cry out in ecstasy. You lick me from my asshole to my clit up and down in a slow rhythmic motion, tasting all of my hot juices my pussy throbbing aching to be satisfied. You penetrate me with your tongue making me cry out and moan loudly. Yes! Yes! I say.
Closer and closer you push me to the point of pure ecstasy with every lick and thrust of your tongue. Just as I am about to explode you pull away gently and softly whisper not yet. I feel the words and your breath on my throbbing sensitive skin and I scream with pleasure.
Carefully and slowly you insert your hard throbbing cock into my wet slit, I gasp with delight as I feel your eyes walking over every inch of my nakedness each curve each muscle standing erect and flexed with the anticipation of what was to come. Slowly in and out long deep thrusts, I begin to grind on your hardness, moaning with every thrust. Your balls gently swinging and tapping my hard clit as you thrust in and out sends shivers of ecstasy up my spine.
I begin to breathe harder and moan louder as you thrust deeper and faster into my soft warm, wet sex. Once your throbbing stiff cock is wet and slick you take it out of my pussy and carefully stick it into my ass. You watch as the head first disappears into the tight opening, applying just the right amount of pressure to send shock waves of pleasure through your entire body. You cry out in ecstasy. At the same time I gasp with delight and moan as it slowly enters me. You pump faster and deeper each thrust bringing us both to the place we long to be. You smack my ass harder and harder as you penetrate me. I cry out and moan the pleasure building to its peak. You watch hypnotized by the motion as your cock slips in and out of my tight opening. You throw your head back and moan as the pressure builds from deep inside you begging to be released into my ass. Again and again you thrust.
Harder faster deeper!! I begin to massage my clit the wave of ecstasy about to come crashing onto the shore. Then just as you are at the point of no return I feel your cock stiffen and throb inside me, the warm gush of my sex and desire releases from my slit and covering my fingers. I scream with extreme delight as I feel you release your hot sex juices into my ass.
Suddenly I am startled back to reality by the nurse calling my name. I realize I have been breathing almost panting in my chair with my eyes closed, fingers in my mouth and my head leaned back against the wall behind me, the entire office and waiting room has been watching me. My cheeks are flushed red with embarrassment as I realize I have been lost for what seemed like an eternity in my thoughts and fantasy of you.
Snow Monkey Serenade
He wore black: a bowler and leather pants. His t-shirt advertised some obscure contest, trivia or something. It was snowing, in late April. The old guard had gathered for a weekend of gaming and laughs. A snowball fight, we decided, was definitely in order. I ground the snowball into the back of his neck. He claimed to be too tired to feel it. I lifted his shirt and ran it over his chest, his nipples, and trailed it down toward the leather. "It's not working," he asserted, "although I am getting aroused."
I moved forward and licked the snowmelt from o
ne nipple. His sharp intake of breath told me that something was working. I sampled the other. It tasted the same. His breathing was heavier, now. The others faded around us as my attentions turned to only him. My hands moved to occupy the place my tongue had been, and I ran curious fingers over hard points of pleasure. His eyes retained their usual mischievous sparkle, but a new layer had been added: a sort of primordial lust which interlaced with the giddiness usually residing in his warm brown gaze.
Our lips met. It was cautious at first, the tenuous handshake of two strangers being introduced on a blind date by a mutual friend. They found their foothold (liphold?), and started to dance, then to tango, then Lambada. Shortly, they were spelunking with the kind of reckless abandon which is usually reserved for schools of minnows. Fast, aimless darting; done in perfect synchronization.
