by Ella Hilton
My hand moving along the shaft of his cock as my mouth and tongue continue to caress the head of his cock. I reach down and begin to stroke my dripping slit with my finger getting it nice and drenched. As my mouth continues to tease and tantalize his cock getting him closer to the brink of release, I will take my drenched finger from my slit and begin to run it around his ass. Slowly I will begin to work my finger into his tight ass while I continue to suck & stroke his cock. My finger will move inside of him against his a-spot I will rise up to suck and nip on his nipples as my hands continue to stroke his cock and his ass. I will feel the tension move through his body as he reaches his peak. I want to feel his breath against my breast as he begins to cum. I will pull my finger out of his ass as he starts to shoot his load all... to feel the powerful surge up through his tightening balls as his cock erupts into my hand and all over my tits...
As the tremors from his cock slowly begin to subside, and his breathing begins to slow slightly from the post orgasmic rush, I want him to lay me back. As he does he can begin to work his way down my body with his tongue until he reaches my clit, which is protruding from my pussy lips displaying my arousal. I want him to circle my clit with his tongue while he runs his finger up and down my slit, which is dripping with desire. I want him to suck on my clit working me towards the brink. I want to feel his tongue plunging deep into my tight wet pussy, the tip of it flicking against my g-spot as his teeth lightly graze my clit. I'll tug on his hair with my fingers as I pull his face deeper into my pussy ... my body trembling with pent up desire. I want him to raise his mouth from my pussy then, leaving my body strung on edge as he kisses me deeply.
I want him to take the head of his again hard cock and run it along my dripping slit. I want him to look me in the eyes and tell me that he wants me to beg for him to sink his cock deep into my pussy. I want to feel the head as it just barely glides across my swollen, aroused clit. I will look him in the eyes and kiss him deeply as I wrap my legs around his waist pulling his cock slightly deeper into my tight pussy. I will beg for him to fuck me... to make love to me... to just put it in me that I need to feel him inside me. Slowly he will ease his cock into my dripping wetness. I will hear him moan at how tight and resistant my pussy is after so long without a cock in it. He will slide his teeth along my nipples as his fingers lightly work my clit. His cock moving deep inside my pussy, his balls slapping against my ass. My teeth will nip at his ear as I suck gently on his earlobe, my nails running across his back as I pull him deeper inside of me.
He will pull back so that just the head of his cock is still inside of my pussy as he raises my legs over his shoulders so that he can thrust even deeper into my pussy. I will contract my pussy around his hard cock and run my hands down to play with his asshole. He will take my hands in his and pull my arms above us on the bed pushing deeper and deeper into my pussy bringing me trembling towards the brink. I want him to look me in the eyes and tell me that after all these years he is finally going to fulfil my wish and cum deep inside me. I will feel his cock start to swell as his balls fill with sperm. I will tighten my pussy around his cock to bring him to release and as he shoots his load deep into my pussy my body will tremble as wave upon wave of orgasm wash over me.
After his cock is spent and laying semi hard inside of me I want him to take me in his arms & hold me close to him, our hearts pounding from the power of our orgasms. I want him to gently kiss the side of my neck and say . . . well, it's up to him what he wants to say...
I hope that you have enjoyed hearing what I want . . . I hope someday your wishes for what you want come true. . . then again, I hope mine do as well.
Fiona & Lyon
Fiona woke up slowly drifting up from a deep sleep that seemed reluctant to let her go. She opened her eyes and gasped, she was in a strange bed. Her heart started to pound, why was it that she couldn't remember anything? In vain she tried to, but a blank wall met her frantic searching.
She sat up dimly aware of the exquisite decoration, the room was lavish yet at the same time painfully simple. Getting out of bed was harder than she thought, for her four poster was three feet above the air with no obvious way of getting down. Even more frightened, she leapt, landing gracefully on the floor her golden mane floating out behind her, framing her shimmering form to perfection.
Lyon sighed, his obsession with this peasant girl was worrying. Betrothed to King Alia's daughter, refrained him from making any moves on Fiona but only that. His eyes caressed her back trailing from her smooth golden shoulders down to her beautifully rounded ass. He groaned, painfully aware of his desire for her. Turning swiftly he whisked down the secret passage to his own bedchamber.
She could have sworn somebody was in the room with her, a heated gaze traveled down her form. A strange tingling spread through her lighting a fire in her body. What was wrong with her? She turned to confront the intruder only to find a full-length picture of some knight staring at her. Bemused she rushed to the door, only to come to an abrupt standstill when she saw her figure in a mirror. Her body was clad in a floating wisp of a gown, the color of autumn leaves. Her breasts high and firm stood proudly on her chest leading down to a tiny waist and rounded hips. The apex between her thighs was tantalizingly hidden by a little golden thong.
Fiona couldn't believe the sluttish way in which she was dressed! Through her shock however she felt a tingling desire . Thinking of her previous feeling she felt her nipples harden and her cunt clench painfully. A moan escaped her parted lips. A rush of desire made her slick as her juices flowed down her thighs, slowly she licked her finger and rubbed it round her nipple while her other hand crept steadily to her core. Her fingers slipped into the thong and she rubbed her pleasure spot, she cried out as her knees buckled but she couldn't stop. She plunged a finger into her tunnel experiencing feelings she had never felt before. As if guided her other hand mauled her breast savagely sending hot arrows of pleasure to her spasming slit.
He had left her in body but not in mind. Leon twisted and turned on his bed as he was tortured by thoughts of passionate lovemaking. His massive hardness yearned to plunge into her silky depths. His mind tormented him with the image of her moaning under him, as he slowly circled her nipple with his finger drawing out her passion. He would trail his hand over her silky skin, slip it into that scrap of silk and rub her before plundering her depths with his fingers. A cry startled him out of his fantasy, it was her, he would recognize her voice anywhere. His heart clenched, fear settled in his gut as he rushed to her forgetting everything in his haste. Just before he opened the secret door, he saw her and froze. She wasn't, she couldn't, she was. She was a picture of desire, her elegant fingers plundering the depths he longed to plunder, with his fingers, his tongue, his… His eyes devoured her tits and his mouth watered, he watched as her face grimaced in pleasure.
Her pleasure was driven to heights unimaginable as yet again she felt his presence. Unashamedly she spread herself, she could almost feel his touch, his breath, she yearned for him with a passion she had never known before. Suddenly her pleasure reached it's peak and she screamed in ecstasy as it took her over and she blacked out.
He had never felt so frightened before as when he saw her go limp and collapse on the marble floor. Rushing in he gathered her up tenderly and carried her to the bed. Staring at her still face, terror in his chest, he gave a swift command and the bed settled softly on the floor. He set her down carefully, reluctantly letting her slip from his arms. He started to check for any injuries telling himself to disregard her soft alabaster skin and pouting mouth. Yet his body told him he was touching perfection, his green eyes clouded once more with desire. Seeing no obvious injury he told himself to leave but his legs refused to move. Her musky sent was driving him wild, blood pounded in his ears as he started to stroke her hair. It felt soft, wispy under his rough hands and smelled of lavender. It was intoxicating. Slowly he trailed his fingers down her neck marveling at its delicate beauty. She stirred and a soft mo
an escaped her. Lyon lost what was left of his control with a ragged sigh of surrender he lowered his mouth and started to passionately kiss her shoulders, her neck, the little beauty mark at the side of her mouth, he was in heaven.
Fiona didn't know whence he came or how, but her prince was there. Shadows hid his face, but his lips… She gasped, his lips were hot and moist sending her senses spiraling once more into the planes of ecstasy. Her body trembled on fire, he taunted and teased her with soft caresses till she thought she'd go mad. Her body arched against his feeling his solid chest, her arms, as if of their own accord, reached for him bringing his head down to her chest, begging for what, she knew not. His lips captured her straining nipple, slowly he started to suck through the soft material of her gown, she went nuts. Not able to restrain her passion any longer Fiona cried out :
"Oh my love, yes, take me!!!"
Lyon was lost in a sea of erotic bliss, her smell, her taste, the way she clung to him in her sleep, was a pleasure beyond all others. His sex heavy with desire clouded his common sense, which told him what he was doing was wrong. He was engaged to be married. She pulled him down to her, with great hunger he started to suckle her, grazing her nipple slightly with his teeth. Her cry shocked him out of his daze, she thought him her love. He was confused, she loved someone? Pain lanced through his chest making it difficult to breath. He had to get out, think. Jumping up from the bed he dashed back to his room, his thoughts tortured.
Fiona felt abandoned, where had her love gone? She woke up slowly with a sense of loss, looking round she felt crushed. It had been a dream, just a dream. Hot tears rolled down her cheeks. She cried herself to sleep not knowing her love was very real.
The End.
Tonight
Tonight, you will dance for Me.
Tonight, you will sing for Me.
Tonight, you will be tested.
Tonight, you will stand in the windowless play room and bare your body to Me. I will watch with keen interest as your everyday persona is slowly shed, each materialistic piece of your mundane existence banished to the floor, to reveal your private persona, your submissive persona, your true persona. I will look deep into your eyes and penetrate your soul. I will gaze upon the flame of love and desire which I know burns deep within you, the flame which warms you, the flame which fuels you. I will possess you with My gestured commands, with My eyes.
I will rise from My chair at last, standing erect and fully clothed before you, towering over your small form. I will encircle you, several times, admiring you, studying you, scrutinizing you, inspecting you. I will make a mental note of any deviances in the prescribed preparations sent to you previously. I will, if there are no deviances, signal My approval with a gentle kiss to your forehead. I will, if any deviances are noted, slap you fiercely across the chest, so that you know you must improve in your preparations for the next time you and I meet; I will only grant you this solitary opportunity to disappoint Me without truly punishing you as you would thus deserve, for tonight, you will be tested.
Tonight, you will be tested... thoroughly.
I will seize you by your naked shoulders and back you toward the center of the play room, holding your gaze, ensuring you know that I am in control now, that I will punish you or pleasure you as you deserve, as you need, as you have earned. I will position you underneath the pulley system. I will slowly and snugly attach the thick black leather cuffs on either end of the spreader bar which dangles from the heavy silver chain; I will padlock the cuffs to your wrists to ensure your complete captivity. I will, if I so choose, kiss you deeply, as a symbol of the calm before the storm.
I will cross the play room and stand by the main control panel. I will engage the pulley system, to force your arms to rise into the desired position well above your head. I will then plunge the play room into darkness, robbing you of all sight without needing to bother with a blindfold.
I will wait. I will wait until I feel the time is right. I will wait longer - much, much longer - than you can stand.
I will plunge you into light so bright that you are blinded. I will watch as you wince beneath the intense spotlights even though your eyelids provide you with a very meager protection. I will enjoy your efforts to turn away from the blinding whiteness only to find that all of the spotlights are fully trained upon you, and specifically upon your head and shoulders and back and chest, so that your bonds prevent you from escaping their bright intensity.
I will lash out at you. I will mark you. I will create long red stripes across your skin. I will effectively hide, out of the range of your all-too-limited view, so that all you might be able to see is the very tip of the single-tail whip in those final milliseconds before it kisses you once more.
I will enjoy your dance. I will enjoy the flexing of your muscles and the motions of your exposed anatomy. I will drink in every movement of your feet and your legs as you instinctively attempt to flee the source of pain which batters your young body. I will note how each new stripe across your skin adds several new steps to your dance. I will note how the irregular rhythm of the flogging creates a beautiful, sustained melody for your body's continual movements to follow.
I will savor your song. I will cherish the soft, quiet utterances as the test begins. I will consume the throaty cries as your haughty resolve begins to falter. I will treasure the hearty screams as your limits are approached and ultimately extended further than you have ever imagined possible.
I will continue to lash out at you, to kiss you with the single-tail whip. I will harden My demeanor even more each time you beg Me to give you a moment of rest, to end the test, to stop. I will stand in the relative coolness of the shadows while you drain yourself underneath the intense spotlights, their unbearable heat mixing with your constant instinctive attempts at escape to drain you of your energy.
I will continue to test you until your limits have been stretched to the limit. I will of course honor your safeword and your safegesture.
Tonight, you will be tested, and whether you pass or fail the test, I will learn volumes about you... and I believe you will also learn much about yourself.
The Restroom Door
As I slowly walk down South Water St. I see this sign saying Grand Opening. I look inside through the window and see an old man sleeping before a TV, with old books all around him. I slowly open the door and a bell above my head dings.
The old man wakes up and says, "Hello, take your time looking around, everything is half off."
I thank him and look around the store. I slowly make my way over to the old sport books; written about Lou Gerhig, Babe Ruth, Gayle Sayers, and other sports stars from the past. I peruse the books for a good twenty minutes. I pick up ten books and bring them up to the register. I put them down and ask the old man if there is a restroom in the store.
"Yeah, in the back next to the New Age section," he tells me.
"Thanks, I'll be right back to pay for these books."
It takes me some time to find the New Age section of the store. Right next to the bookcase is the door to the restrooms. I open the door and close it behind me...
The next thing I know I'm on a road in the middle of nowhere. I slowly walk on this road towards the south (I think its south I'm going). At the top of the hill I see a small village. I follow this road until it takes me to the center of the village. When I reach the middle of this village, I see an old man with a cart filled with goods to sell at a market; (I think). On the top of the cart is a long purple necklace case.
I pursued the old man to stop walking and I pick up the case. When I open it, I see a gold necklace with a heart pendent on it. I ask the old man how much he wants for it, but he can't understand a word I'm saying, so I just take out my wallet and give him two hundred-dollar bills. He smiles at me and shakes my hand. I leave the old man there and continue walking through the village.
Up ahead there is a little cafe that I slowly walk towards. When I finally get there I order a coff
ee and croissant. When my order is up, I get it and make my way outside to sit. As I'm drinking my coffee I see this old lady walking towards the cafe. This lady has curlers in her hair and she slowly makes her way towards me. She goes in and orders a coffee and walks outside to a table near mine. You can see the pain she is in as she tries to sit down on her chair. But she finally does sit and she smiles at me.
I finish my croissant and get up for a refill of coffee. When I go back outside, I see another lady approaching the cafe. She doesn't look a day over twenty and she's selling roses. I walk out and buy a dozen roses from her. After she hands me the roses, I hand one back to her. She smiles as I walk back into the cafe and give the old lady a rose. Smiling up at me, she gets out of her chair and hugs me...hard!
Then I hand out the other ten roses to assorted ladies in the cafe. The last rose that I hand out is to the most beautiful woman in the cafe. She has dirty blonde hair, crystal clear blue eyes and a smile that lights up the whole room. I hand her the rose and I lightly kiss her hand. She smiles at me as I sit down next to her. I ask her if she speaks English.
