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I want to dance with you in a dark, dirty club where the drinks end up spilt on the floor before they can be finished. Music too loud, our throats raw from shouting, lights and music and bodies thumping, bumping, pumping, grinding.
Put your hands on me. Pull me close. Let me feel your need.
Sweat and breath and a sea of people. An orgy of motion, group foreplay. The music pulling at our bodies, the rhythm joining us, coming to a crescendo as we roll into each other, seeking release in each other’s heat.
Push me against the wall, pull my clothes aside. I want to feel your teeth on my neck. Give me what I need; I know you want this, too.
An ocean of bodies, moving together. Fuck me to the music. Pin me with your body, hold me with your eyes, devour me.
I will let you in. I will take everything you give me. I want it all. Pour into me, fuck me raw.
After days of anticipation and an ever-present flutter in her stomach, she finally found herself at his front door. Her pulse was racing, and she took a deep breath to steady her nerves as she raised her hand and knocked.
The door opened, and he held it wide for her as he stepped back, allowing her to enter.
"Hi, good to see you," she said, hugging him in greeting.
"And you," he replied, returning the hug, then taking her coat and hanging it up.
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"What do you want?" he asked, looking down at her as she knelt before him.
She trembled with desire, feeling a thrill of sensation from her nipples to her clit as she looked back up at him, hunger clear in her eyes.
"Please." It was all she could manage before her nerves got the best of her and her throat closed up.
"Please what?" His eyes narrowed and his mouth turned up into a predatory smile.
She took a deep, trembling breath, focusing on the feeling of air filling her lungs. It didn’t seem to help much.
"Please sir, I want you. I want to suck your cock."
Her stared down at her, silent and smiling, unmoving. Her breath quickened and her heart raced, and she blushed, fighting to maintain eye contact.
"Please sir, I want it so much. I want to please you. I want to make you feel good."
"Do you now?"
He took a step forward and ran his hand over her hair, letting it run through his fingers, tracing a line down the side of her face. She leaned into him and turned her face into his hand, eyes closing as she savoured his touch. When he didn’t move, she kissed his palm, and slowly rubbed her cheek against it, eyes still closed.
His hand moved then, down to her throat, where it stopped and squeezed. She looked back up at him as he forced her head up, yielding, showing him with her body that she would let him to do anything he wanted to her.
"Please, sir," she whispered again, tears stinging the corners of her eyes. The pent-up desire she felt was nearly overwhelming. She felt as though she would burst with it.
He released her and left the living room, returning moments later with a length of cord. She hadn’t moved, and he acknowledged it with a slight nod as he walked around behind her.
She heard him loosen the cord from its bundle, and she made a small sound as he looped it around her neck, pulling it up and back. Sensation shot though her again and she closed her eyes, determined to hold still.
The cord loosened and she felt him crouch behind her, dragging the cord down. He pulled it tight against her breasts, against her stomach, and around her hips, then tied her wrists securely behind her back. Once again, his hand gripped her neck, and he pulled her back against his chest as he squeezed.
She moaned with pleasure, feeling wetness between her legs. He had barely touched her, but she was already ready for him. She would be ashamed, but shame had never done her any favours. Instead, she reveled in the sensations, focusing her senses on the here and now, indulging her body and its arousal.
He let go and rose, walking back around to stand before her once more.
"What do you want?" he asked again, a wicked gleam in his eye.
"You, sir. I want you. I want your cock, sir. Please, let me do this for you."
He stepped forward, one foot between her knees, and wound his fingers into her hair with one hand. He pulled her forward to press her face against the front of his jeans, where she could feel his erection beginning to swell. She opened her mouth eagerly, feeling the texture of the fabric with her lips, all other thoughts forgotten now that it was so close.
With his other hand, he undid his belt, unbuttoned his jeans, and lowered the zipper with deliberate slowness. She was whimpering and struggling to hold still by the time he was done, and still there was another layer of fabric to go. He pulled her hair to keep her head back, and she looked up at him pleadingly. So close. Her eyes shone as tears welled once more. Anticipation, frustration, and desire combined to render her helpless, and she could do nothing but want.
"Please."
He pulled her head forward again and let her lips brush against his boxer briefs, pulling her hair to keep just her just far enough away that she could barely feel the cotton. Her rapid breaths warmed him, and she whimpered as he allowed her enough room to feel his hardness with her mouth.
"Please."
His free hand moved to his waistband, and he pushed it down just enough to pull his cock out, heavy and full. She inhaled his scent, and looked up to meet his eyes again. She schooled herself to stillness as he looked down at her with dark eyes, and she fought to slow her breath. The wetness between her legs had been joined by a slow throbbing sensation, and she ached for him.
"Is this what you want?" he asked, and she shivered at the threat in his voice.
"Yes, sir."
"Are you sure?"
She swallowed before answering. “Yes, sir.”
"Open your mouth."
She obeyed, and managed to resist the temptation of leaning forward to taste what she so desired. She had survived waiting this long, though it was agony to be made to wait even longer. She kept her eyes on his, so that he could see the effect he had on her.
Finally, deliberately, he pulled her forward again, his hand still caught in her hair. The head of his cock pushed into her mouth and she opened it wider to show him her willingness to please. He slid in right to the back of her throat, cutting off her breath, and her eyelids fluttered as he adjusted the angle of her head to squeeze in just a little bit more.
"Good," he said, pulling out and allowing her to breathe. "Tongue."
She opened her mouth wider and stuck her tongue out, and he slid the head of his cock along it, leaving the faint taste of salt in its wake. She was losing control of her breath again as he teased her, giving her what she asked for but only on his terms. She wanted more, and he would allow it only if it pleased him.
"Good. Suck," he said, pushing back in, and she gladly obeyed, using lips and tongue as he fucked her mouth.
He took his time, watching his length disappear and reappear as she sucked and licked and gagged on his cock, moaning and gasping, her chin becoming slick with saliva, tears streaming down her face. Her eyes were half-closed and unfocused, her cheeks flushed, and her cunt so wet it was soaking her panties.
The world narrowed to her mouth, his cock, and the sounds of slick wetness and ragged breathing. There was no art in it, now, and he used her mouth at will.
With a gasp, he pulled her off, holding her by the hair as she strained forward to taste him again.
"No, not yet," he said, voice rough.
He bent down and reached down between her legs, lifting her skirt and sliding a hand into her panties. She cried out at the sudden stimulation, and came after a mere two strokes of his fingers. He moved his fingers again and she writhed, her whole body taught, her release on a hair trigger. Another crook of his fingers and she came again, soaking his hand, her panties, and the floor beneath her.
"Good," he said, grabbing her by the throat as he continued to stroke her mercilessly.
She cried out, opening her eyes and shuddering at the expression she saw on his face. She felt another orgasm building and her breath quickened as her body tensed, preparing for another release, and he withdrew his hand with a sly smile.
Disbelieving, she fought to regain control of herself as she reeled on the edge.
"Thank you," she whispered.
"For what? I’m not finished with you yet."
And with that, he dragged her up and threw her over the back of his armchair, face down, ass sticking up and out, wrists still bound firmly together. He hiked up her skirt and yanked down her panties, and she shivered more from the exposure of the position than the cool air of the room.
She heard a quiet pop and squirt, and then felt his cock pushing against her ass, slick with lube. She moaned and tilted her hips, giving him a better angle to squeeze his cock inside. She savoured the stretch and gasped as he pulled out to apply more lube, then nearly screamed as he shoved himself back in.
He set a rough pace, digging his fingers into her hips, plunging into her ass over and over, and as he claimed her she could only form one word.
"Please, please, please."
Sensation overwhelmed her and she came, ass clenching as his cock continued to drive into her, and then, with a cry of his own, he emptied himself into her, filling her up with heat and sticky wetness.
He held himself there, and she could feel his cock throbbing as her own aftershocks shivered down her body. Her wrists ached from straining against the cord, and she knew her ass would be sore in the morning. She smiled.
He pulled out, pulled her panties back up, tugged her skirt back into place, and untied her hands. When she managed to push herself up to standing, shoulders protesting, she turned around and saw that he looked fully composed and put together once more. She certainly looked a mess, and she bit her lip as she felt come slowly start to drip out of her.
How do you like to be touched? I would like to run my fingers over your skin lightly, just brushing across your collarbone and chest. I want to watch you shiver as my hands roam all over your body, each movement a word that lets me build a physical vocabulary that describes you.
I want to start to build intensity, first with my fingers and then with my mouth. Scratching gently down your arms, pressing into your muscles with my fingertips, and then kissing along your shoulder and up your neck to the spot just below your ear. Are you the kind of person who can barely hold still for that? Do you like it when I bite you there?
I want to see how you react when I slide downwards, lips and tongue and teeth testing, teasing, discovering how to make you gasp and shake. I want to see how you react when I slide between your legs and dig my fingers into your hips. When I press my open mouth to your zipper, do you buck up into me? Can you hold still when my tongue slides along your skin just above your pants?
How long can I tease you like this before you ask for more? I haven't touched you yet, not properly, but I'm oh so close. Pressing harder with my fingers, digging my tongue in when I lick along your hips and stomach, your breath coming faster and your pupils growing wider.
Then slowly, unzipping, stripping the rest of your clothes from your body. This is a moment I adore. Your anticipation is delicious. Do you blush, unable to meet my eyes, or do you meet my gaze, challenging, demanding, wanting?
I want to inhale your scent, to close my eyes and breathe you in all over. I want to hear the sounds you make as I lick everywhere but where you want it. I want to know what your face looks like when I finally put my mouth right there, tongue and lips all warm and soft and wet. Do you close your eyes? Do you speak? Do the muscles in your stomach tense as you hold your breath?
And now, how do you like it? Slow and soft, with lots of tongue? Hard sucking, all mouth, a bit of teeth? Do you like it when I make noise, too? I want to try all of the combinations I can think of to see which ones make your toes curl and your back arch. I want to move with you as you feel your orgasm build, as you become unconcerned with keeping up appearances and all you want is this, right now. More and more and please don't stop.
I want to take in everything about you as you come. Do you come silently, with a whisper, or with a roar? Do you grimace or grin? Does your hand seek mine? Do you laugh or sigh?
Let's go to where the road turns into a dirt track, where the weeds grow between the paving stones. Push each other against crumbling brick, feel the grit on our knees and hands. Exposed to the wind and sky, I want to feel your desire build and overtake your reason.
Down in the mud, in the filth, with the bugs and crawling things. Cobwebs and broken boards for our bed, with no one else to hear the screams.
Exhaust me. Run me through. Among the ruin and decay, let's find that moment of clarity that tells us that we're alive.
Dirty hands, dirty feet, filth inside and out. I want to take my fill and be filled. Choking gasps and muffled cries echoing from tumbled down walls and broken windows. Shuddering breaths, pain and sex, pounding hearts, and release.
Then the calm and the stillness falls once more, silence swallowing us up, as though we were never there.
Maybe it's my cunt. You want that warm wetness surrounding your cock or fingers or fist. Your instincts pull you to what's found between a woman's legs, and you've craved the soft heat ever since you figured out that your cock gets hard or your cunt gets wet, and that it feels good when it's touched. Well guess what? I want to feel you filling me up, pounding against my cervix, the trembling of your body as you come for me. I want to feel the give-and-take as we wrestle with each other, all hands and mouths and bodies as we fit ourselves together. I want to see you loose yourself in me.
Maybe it's my breasts. So much of me is soft and curvy, and my breasts especially so. You can slide your cock between them and I'll suck with each thrust as you reach my mouth. You can lick and suck them and press yours against mine. You can be rough with my breasts; you won't hurt them. You can pinch and pull and slap and bite them. Bury your face in them until you can't breathe. I know that look, when you see them pushed up high and spilling out of my bra or corset. I want to stand too close to you and pull your head against them, feeling you surrendering to my body as your hands come up to cup them on either side.
Maybe it's my feet, or what I can wear on them. I like it when you touch my feet, caress them, massage them. I like it when you look at them and your body reacts with desire. Do you like them bare? Clean or dirty? Polished toes or naked? Do you like high heels? Combat boots? Do you want to lick them? Do you want to grind against them or rub your body on them? Do you want me to kick you? Do you want me to walk all over you? Tell me. I want to hear the desire in your voice as you ask for what turns you on.
Maybe you like the way I look when wearing certain things. Leather, latex, corsets, lace, body paint, rope, glitter, gas masks, thigh-highs and garters, make-up, girl-mode, boy-mode, soft or hard mode. I like it when you look at me like that. I like knowing that you wish you could do something about the feeling between your legs. I want to turn you on. I like watching you squirm. I like teasing you, knowing I have this power over you, that I can control you through your desire.
Maybe it's my sadistic side, or my desire to control you, or your desire to be controlled. Maybe it's the way I like to mix pleasure with pain, or your need to trust someone else to take over for a while. Maybe it's my appreciation for what you can do for me, or the way my mouth moves, or the way I laugh, or the feeling of my teeth on your neck, or my fists, or my attention to your body and its responses to different stimuli. Maybe it's a whole bunch of things at once, to varying degrees.
Whatever it is, you have something that I want, too.
The first time I went to the sex club, I was intrigued by the swing. It's made of a large reinforced heavy-duty rubber square, chained to the ceiling at the corners, with straps attached at arm and leg length. So obviously sexual; I'd never seen one in any of the dungeons I've been in. That's one difference between a sex club and a fetish club, I suppose. It got my wheels turning, and I've been thinking of how to use it for some time now. You're going to enjoy this. Trust me.
The night is bitterly cold, and our glasses fog when we enter through the side doors of the club. We check in, locate our lockers, and change out of our street clothes and into our outfits for the evening. You're in your latex briefs, and I'm in black lace, fishnets, boots, and my strap-on harness. You help me into my underbust corset, and then kneel at my feet while I put your collar around your neck.
I run my fingers through your hair, then grab a handful and pull you to your feet. I'm taller than you in these boots, and I take advantage of the extra height as I shove you against the lockers, grab you by the hair again to yank your head to the side. I bite your neck just above your collar bone. It's the first mark of the evening, and you will be covered with them by the time I'm finished with you.
The DJ is playing a great mix tonight, so I lead to you the dance floor. People are moving to the rhythm, touching, grinding; even sucking and fucking. It is a sex club, after all. I can't keep my hands off your body. Your skin is so smooth, and you make such lovely noises when I touch you, whether it's gentle or cruel.
I bite you on the other side of your neck, making a matching mark, and make eye contact across the room with a couple who have been watching us. They're wearing nothing but towels, and are clearly interested in what we're doing. I scratch your back slowly, leaving a trail of red marks, then turn you around so that you're facing the couple. You haven't noticed them; you're a little preoccupied. I make eye contact again, bite down on your shoulder as I run my hands over your body, and watch their reactions.
He looks a little stunned, and his arousal is obvious. He moves his hand over his cock, through the towel, and puts his arm around his partner. She leans into him and her mouth opens a little as she takes a deep breath. She bites her lip and her eyes widen as I pinch and twist one of your nipples, leaving it quite red. You writhe against me, simultaneously trying to escape and wanting more.
"My pain slut," I whisper in your ear.
I'm not even pretending to dance any more. I'm still moving with the music, but it's to touch you, to press my body against yours, to tease you and to hurt you. I grab your skin with both hands and dig in with my nails, twisting, pushing you down to your knees. I lean down and lick your ear, then lead you by the hair, forcing you to crawl across the dance floor. I stop in front of the couple and you kneel at my feet.
"Hello," I say. "Are you enjoying yourselves?"
"Oh yes," the woman says. "I've never seen anyone do that before."
"Hmm? Do what, exactly?" I say.
"It's just that ..." she pauses and looks at her partner. "Well, when we watch femdom videos, it's very different, I guess."
I laugh. "Porn is always different."
She laughs, too. It's a nice laugh. "I suppose that's true," she says.
"Would you like to watch me fuck him?" I ask, mischief in my smile.
"Yes," the man says, his voice rough and his eyes fixed on you. Interesting.
"Come, let's get our things and go upstairs," I say to you, and nudge you towards our locker with the toe of my boot.
You retrieve the toy bag and carry it up the stairs for me. The four of us enter the dungeon playroom and you pause, holding the bag, waiting for instructions. I take a moment to look at you and let the tension build a bit. I hadn't told you what we're doing tonight, but you have a pretty good idea now.
"You can leave the bag right there," I say, pointing to the table next to the swing.
You look at the swing and smile, though you try and hide it. The couple hovers near the door a bit nervously for a moment.
"Come in and sit down," I say, and point at the couch. "Make yourselves comfortable."
I turn back to you and hum appreciatively. You're standing next to the swing, taking deep breaths, your eyes downcast. I walk right up and stand against you, brushing my lips along your shoulder. I run my hands across your chest, barely touching, then dig my nails into your chest. The sound you make encourages me to twist and dig deeper.
"I'm going to fuck you," I say with my lips pressed your ear. "I'm going to fuck your ass until I've had so many orgasms that I've lost count. I'm going to fuck you until I'm done with you, and then I'll decide if I want you to come or not."
"Yes, please," you moan.
I kneel slowly, kissing and biting my way down your chest. When I get to the waistband of your briefs, I grab them and pull down. Your cock is just a breath away from my lips. I look up at you and smile sweetly before biting you right next to the base of your cock. You cry out and I wrap my arms around your legs to hold you in place, digging in to your skin again with my nails as I bite and lick and completely ignore your cock. You step out of your briefs and I toss them towards the toy bag.
Standing again, I push you into the swing. You're caught off-balance and I give you a moment to adjust your position. I steady the swing and stand so that my hips are flush against the side. You're too far from the edge, so I grab you by the hips and pull you closer, bracing the swing to put you exactly where I want you. Your ass is almost hanging off the edge, leaving you exposed and vulnerable, and I brace your knees against the chains fixed to the bottom corners. I can tell that you like this position. You're making little excited noises and I haven't even begun.
As I retrieve a neoprene glove from the toy bag and one of the packs of lube from the table, I look over to the couch. The woman is sitting on the man's lap, and his hand is under her towel. Her eyes are half-closed, and they're both watching with interest. I put the glove on and squeeze half of the tube of lube onto my first two fingers.
I step around to the side of the swing so that I can whisper in your ear again, and I put my non-gloved hand on your throat.
"Do you want my fingers in your ass?" I ask.
"Oh yes," you say.
"What was that?"
"Yes, I want your fingers in my ass."
"Yes, what?"
"I want it, please. Please, put your fingers in my ass. Please."
I move back to the base of the swing and gently press my fingers against your asshole. Your head falls back and you moan, and I push my middle finger in slowly, watching the way your body flexes as it both fights and welcomes this feeling. Slowly, I pull my finger out again, and push back in with my index finger. You writhe and I put my other hand on your chest to steady you.
A few more strokes, and I squeeze the rest of the lube onto my fingers. I push in and pull out so slowly, but your breath is coming so fast, and I can see your pulse racing next to your throat.
"Does that feel good?" I say.
Your answer isn't exactly coherent.
"What was that?"
"It feels so good," you manage to say, your words turning into a cry as I gently stroke upwards to brush your prostate.
"Oh fuck!"
"Such language," I say, and push in with two fingers as I put my hand on your throat.
You're not able to answer me with anything other than moans as I move my fingers faster in and out of your ass. I can feel an orgasm building just from fingering you. I've come plenty of times without genital stimulation, so it's not surprise when I feel my body tense and my cunt get really wet as I'm overcome with sensation. I take a few deep breaths and then look at you.
"You look glorious," I say. "I can't wait to see what you look like with my cock inside you."
"Please, fuck my ass with your cock," you say.
"You don't sound like you really want it, I'm afraid."
"Please, fuck my ass. Please. Oh fuck, I want your cock in my ass, please," you say, taking gasping breaths as you beg for it.
"That's better," I say, and remove my fingers.
I toss the glove into the nearby garbage, and take my dildo out of the toy bag. It's purple and double-ended, and I take a minute to adjust my clothes to fit it inside me and through the harness. I put on a fresh glove and roll a condom on, then get another pack of lube from the table. You moan as you watch me drip lube along the shaft and then stroke myself.
I position my cock against you and push forward. The swing moves forward, too. I keep pushing, gently, until the force of gravity pushes you back against me, and you slowly impale yourself.
"Breathe," I say, stroking your chest gently with my un-gloved hand.
I stand still, allowing your body to adjust. When I see the uncertainty clear from your face and turn to pleasure, I pull out slowly, add more lube, and then push forward again just as slowly. Your body opens up and you slide all the way down my cock. I feel a thrill through my body, from groin to nipples to the back of my neck, and I stand there looking at you for several deep breaths.
"Good?" I ask.
"It feels amazing," you say, looking at me through your eyelashes.
I start moving, pushing the swing up and letting gravity pull you back down again. I move back a bit to allow for a fuller stroke and fall into a rhythm; a nice slow burn. The sounds you're making, the way you look, the feeling of my cock in your ass as the dildo presses back inside me, all combine to bring me to orgasm again. I dig my nails into your hips as I come, and then come again just from knowing that I'm hurting you and that you love it.
I hear a noise from the couch. I'd completely forgotten that we were being watched. Well, they seem to be enjoying themselves: she's straddling him, facing outwards, rubbing her clit, the towel cast aside. I can tell from the look on her face and the way she's breathing that she's so close to orgasm, and seeing me watching her seems to put her over the edge. It works for me, too.
We're getting into greedy territory, now. I can keep going for hours on my own, and I want to keep fucking you until I'm too tired to move. So I keep moving, fucking you, getting rougher and harder, and then I find an angle that sets you to screaming with pleasure. I must have found your prostate again, and I laugh evilly as I grab you by the hips and start pounding into you.
"Do you like that, slut? Does my cock feel good in your ass?"
"Yes!"
I lean down and bite your chest as I fuck you. It will turn into a lovely bruise by morning. I come again, and grab your cock with my gloved hand, still a bit lubed up. I stroke twice before you arch your back and grab the chains holding the swing next to your shoulders, and you make the most wonderful noises as you come all over your chest.
Leaning against you, I catch my breath. I pull out of you and peel off my glove and the condom, tossing them into the garbage. I take out the dildo and put it on a towel on the table, then take another towel and carefully wipe the ejaculate off of you. You carefully unfold your legs and I help you down from the swing. You barely make it to the bench because your knees are so wobbly. You look over at our audience (who have rearranged themselves and are wearing their towels again) and smile bashfully.
"That was really hot," the woman says. "Thank you for letting us watch."
"My pleasure," I say to her, but I'm looking at you as I say it.
I went to a femdom party with my pet. There aren’t a lot of female dominants in the usual kinky places I visit. I’d been trying to get to this one for ages but it had always been on a night when I couldn’t attend. I had been looking forward to it for so long that I was a little worried that it wouldn’t live up to my expectations.
It’s held at a private residence in the city, and the first thing I saw when we walked into the kitchen at the front of the house was a room full of scantily-clad slave boys. A very promising start.
the level of queerness is two-fold: i am not femme, nor am i usually a boy; that’s where you see the appeal and the novelty. and that’s just the gendered aspect, that doesn’t include the overt layers of dominence and submission, voyerism and exhibitionism, active and passive. i am not an...
After meeting for coffee several times, a date was chosen. They decide to meet at his place, and when the night arrives, she dresses up and heads over to his apartment. He opens the door as soon as she knocks, his pulse already quick. He takes her coat and ushers her in. The preamble already over, they get right down to business.
She stands him in the middle of the room, arms at his sides, while she sizes him up. She circles him slowly, noting his choice of clothes, his hair, how he holds his body. She takes a deep breath and licks her lips. So many possibilities. She puts on some music; not too loud that it will drown anything out, but loud enough that they can feel the rhythm. She stops in front of him as she completes her circle, just looking.
"Very nice," she says.
He looks up expectantly, and she meets his gaze with a decidedly twisted smile. His breathing speeds up and his stomach lurches. What has he gotten himself into?
"Strip," she says, and steps back, crossing her arms, ready to scrutinize his every movement.
His hands jump to the shoulders of his shirt, and he pulls it up and over his head. Its removal skews his glasses, and he shoves them back into place as he tosses his shirt onto the couch behind him. He shivers slightly, but not as much from the temperature of the room as from the feel of her gaze on his torso.
"Slowly," she says, giving him a stern look.
His hands still on his belt buckle and he presses his lips together, taking a deep breath before undoing it as slowly as he can. He pulls it out through the belt loops with deliberate movements, then tosses it with his shirt behind him. A slight nod from her and he continues at this pace, unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans, slowly pushing them down, then stepping out of them.
His breath catches as he meets her eyes again, then he looks down, actually blushing. He pushes his boxers over his hips and she can see that his cock is already getting hard. He drops his gaze to the floor as he straightens up, arms at his sides. After a long pause, he looks at her inquiringly, and she deliberately trains her eyes on his feet.
"Socks, sorry," he mumbles, and removes them with as much dignity as he can muster, blushing even harder as she laughs lightly.
Now that he's completely naked, he feels incredibly vulnerable. She's made no move to remove any of her own clothing, and is examining his body openly. He can almost feel the movement of her gaze on his skin like a physical touch. She still hasn't said anything, or moved from where she's standing. He finally forces himself to look at her again, and when he does, she smiles and picks up the bag she's brought.
It's about the size of a gym bag, though much more elegant. She puts it on the couch and unzips it, and from it pulls a quirt. The whip is small, and he can't take his eyes off of it as she snaps it in the air a few times to warm up. She steps up to him and pushes his chin up with it so that he has to look her in the eyes. He realises that she's taller than he is while she's in bare feet and he's in heels. He also realises that he's completely hard, and that she's standing just about a breath away.
"Remember your safeword," she says, smiling sweetly.
She steps back and the quirt strikes his chest, stinging. He opens his mouth in surprise, gasping involuntarily. She grins at him and strikes him again, on the opposite side of his chest, leaving a parallel sting. He balls his fists at his sides and tries to keep his mouth shut. Some of the strikes are teasingly soft, but many of them hurt like a bitch. He's surprised at the variety of sensations she can tease out of a single tool, though he doesn't have much time for analysis as she circles him again, leaving stinging red marks all over his body as she goes.
By the time she's standing in front of him again, his body is singing with sensation. She puts down the quirt and steps up to him again, spreading her hands just above his chest, gliding up towards his collar bones and then down his shoulders and arms. She doesn't quite touch him, and he can feel the heat from her hands as she circles him again, repeating this process all over.
She takes off his glasses gently and places them on the table, then walks behind him. He feels her breathe, slowly and deliberately, between his shoulder blades. He shivers, goosebumps raising all along his body. He feels her hands running along his arms and then wrapping around his front as she pulls him to lean against her.
"That's right," she says, lips against his ear.
He lets his eyes close and feels himself relax. She keeps running her hands up and down his arms. He lets his head fall back gently, resting on her shoulder, and he feels her arm reach across and wrap around his neck, elbow at the front, her other arm coming up to grasp her hand at the back. His eyes fly open, and he just has time to gasp before he feels her tightening her hold, her arm compressing his neck on either side.
His hands fly up to her arm instinctively, but he can already feel himself going. She eases up the pressure slightly and he gasps, and then she's squeezing his neck again. The edges of his vision darken and blur and he struggles to stay calm. She repeats this several times, each time taking longer to release the pressure. His knees buckle, but she's already got him, and is slowly lowering him to the floor. He lies on his side on the floor for a little while, just breathing, and she's stroking him again, like a pet. He notices that she's removed her shoes, and thinks that it's rather a strange thing to notice.
He feels as though he could stay there for the rest of the night, but she has other plans. She ties a rope around one wrist then rolls him onto his front, tying his other wrist to the first, keeping one of her knees in his back. Once he's tied to her satisfaction, she spanks him a couple of times, making him grind himself into the floor. He whimpers, his cock aching for different reasons than the rest of his body.
"Oh yes, more of that," she says, spanking him again.
Now that he's started, he finds it impossible to stop. He whimpers and moans as she slaps him, drags his hips up so that his ass is in the air, and spanks him again. He can't grind against the floor any more, and he's feeling more exposed than he ever has in his life. She scratches and slaps, and his moans get louder and louder.
She grabs him by the hair and pulls him up so that he's sitting on his heels, and then she goes back to her bag. She takes out a small box and a book of matches, and he realises that the box is full of candles. She sets them on the table, along with a candle holder, and then gets a blindfold out of the bag.
She pauses as she stands over him, evaluating. He looks up at her, no longer blushing, from down in the depths where his mind is now calm and quiet. She nods and then puts the blindfold on him.
He looses all sense of time. It seems like hours, or like no time at all, when he feels the first hot drips of wax sting his shoulders, making him shudder. He's making all kinds of noises, but he doesn't care any more. The wax cools and hardens, and more drips onto his skin.
Then, with absolutely no warning, he feels a mouth on his cock. He cries out in surprise and relief, and then realises that the wax is still being dripped on him. There's someone else in the room, sucking him off. He almost comes from the realisation, but the mouth withdraws and he gets himself back under control.
After a few moments, the blowjob continues, as does the dripping wax. The wax stops dripping at some point, becoming stiff and uncomfortable, sticking to the hairs on his body. Then she starts to peel it off.
Each piece pulls out hair, making him cry out in pain. The mouth on his cock works him harder, the tongue flicking over the top, lips tight, so deep and hot and wet. The contrasting sensations are dizzying, and he's kept on the edge of orgasm for longer than he's ever been in his life. Each time he gets close, he's pulled back by the feeling of wax pulling off of his skin.
The last piece of wax is removed, and then his wrists are untied. His hands reach for whomever it is in front of him, and he feels the familiar form of his girlfriend. His guest settles herself behind him, knees on either side of his. She lifts up his blindfold and his guess is confirmed. He sees his girlfriend, on the floor between his thighs, grinning up at him.
"I want you to come all over her face," his guest murmurs in his ear, pulling him against her again.
He immediately takes his cock in his hand and strokes. It doesn't take long at all, and he's glad he's being physically held up from behind, as it's the strongest orgasm he's ever had. It leaves him completely limp, and he lays on the floor afterwards, eyes closed, breathing deeply.
"I think you broke him," says his girlfriend, giggling a little.
He can only smile in response.
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Author's note: Parts of this were inspired by chapter 4 of A Cure for Boredom by Emma Grant, a delicious BBC Sherlock slashfest.
It was Daryl, shouting at James as he left campus, as usual. He'd always bullied James, so James had learned to stop caring.
"How's your mom?" James said in reply. He really didn't care what James thought; he'd actually started fucking a tree lately, anyway.
His family lived in an old part of town. It was the city's Greektown, and James, like many of his neighbours, had Greek parents, Greek grandparents, and Greek cousins living somewhere within walking distance. Of course they'd brought their language, culture, and food, too. There were other groups in the neighbourhood as well, of course, but it was called Greektown for a reason. As he'd discovered this past summer, there had been more brought over from the old country than he'd thought.
He'd been sitting in the backyard after dinner one night, enjoying the cool air after the very hot day. As he'd sat, listening to his iPod and finishing off a joint, something had moved at the back of the yard, behind the oak tree his mother took such pride in. While he was sure that he was imagining things, he still had to check it out.
No, there was definitely something back there. Someone, as it turned out. And she was naked, and almost too skinny.
"What the hell are you doing in my backyard?" he said, turning off his music and taking the buds out of his ears.
"Is this your yard?" she said.
"Of course it is. Why are you naked?"
"I don't wear clothes," she said. Her voice was strangely musical. He wanted to hear her speak again.
"Want some?" he asked, offering her the joint.
"No, thank you," she said. "I would like ... something else." She looked him up and down.
"Really?" James was feeling cocky, and was definitely a little stoned. "I can probably help you out."
He reached out to her and drew her to him, one arm going around her waist while the other hand wound into her hair, pulling her head back as he kissed her. She tasted like sunshine, and a field of grass in the summertime.
"Yes, you can certainly help me out," she said, looking up at him in the darkness.
Her slight form pressed against him, her small breasts pressing against his chest. He ran his hands over her, kissing her again. He knew he should probably at least ask her her name, but it didn't seem very important at the moment. She seemed completely willing and ready for him, especially when he slipped one hand between her legs to rub her clit and stick his fingers into her. His cock seemed to harden in record time.
She sighed against his neck and rocked her hips rhythmically against his hand. Her mouth found his ear, and she hopped up, her legs around his hips, so that she could lick and suck at his earlobe. She rubbed against his erection through his shorts, and he adjusted his angle so that his fingers were entering her from behind. She moaned, her voice sounding loud in the night air.
"I want you to make love to me," she said, and James was too aroused to even wonder at her choice of words. Fucking was fucking, and he was fucking horny now.
He braced her between himself and the tree, resting her shoulders against the trunk while he unzipped his fly and pushed down his shorts and boxers. His cock sprang up, ready and eager to plunge into warmth and wetness.
She shifted and he slid right in. She clung to him, gripping her shoulders with surprising strength. He started moving, fucking her harder and harder as the sounds she made grew louder and less coherent.
He grabbed the base of a branch above their heads for leverage and shoved his cock into her as far as it would go. Her back arched as she screamed and went into the tree, sliding right into the trunk as though it were made of dough. He should have been shocked or horrified, but his orgasm hit him at that moment and he kept going, each thrust shoving her further and further inside the tree.
As he came to a shuddering halt, he realised that she was gone; she'd been completely absorbed by the tree. He pulled his cock out of it, the rough edges of the bark scraping him uncomfortably. There was a knothole where his cock had been that he wasn't sure had been there before. But then again, it was a tree, and how much attention had he ever paid it before tonight?
He'd have thought the whole thing was some stoned hallucination if it weren't for the rawness and definite scrape-marks along his shaft. He pulled his boxers and shorts back on, and went back into the house to get cleaned up. It would make more sense in the morning, he was sure.
It was another day at the office. The weather had been unusually warm, so the walk to work wasn't as bad as he'd expected at this time of year. Sean had been at this new job for a few months now, so was finally starting to feel settled in. He got upstairs and had enough time to get engrossed in his work when it was interrupted by a familiar smile.
"Hey there, question for you," said Nick as he popped his head around the corner of Sean's cubicle.
Sean's heart skipped a beat. That smile got him every time. He was straight, but there was something about Nick that made him wonder ... "Sure, what's up?"
Nick wanted to discuss the issue they'd been trying to work through. As they tried to brainstorm solutions, Sean kept finding himself staring at Nick's lips, watching them move as he spoke. He smiled so often. And his eyes ...
"Sean?" asked Nick, bringing him back to the present.
"Oh sorry, yes, I think that will work." He had to get it together. This was getting to be embarrassing. The last thing he needed was an erection every time Nick left his cube. "Good idea. Let me know if you need any help with it."
"I will, thanks." Nick smiled again as he left.
Sean rubbed his face and took a deep breath. Maybe a short walk would help to clear his head. There was no way he could focus on his work for the next little while, and now was as good a time as any to take a break. He took a last swig of his lukewarm coffee and started walking.
What was it about Nick? He was a good-looking guy, sure, but he had lots of guy friends that he could consider to be attractive. He'd just never actually been attracted to them before. Why Nick? And what did this mean about his sexuality? He could handle being bi or whatever, and he didn't really care what people labelled him as, but he'd never had reason to think of himself as anything other than straight before.
He was halfway across the office when he realised that, rather than clearing his head, he'd been thinking of Nick the whole time. And it was really starting to show. Deeply embarrassed, he made a beeline for the nearby supply room. It was nearly always empty, and the bathrooms (and his cube) were too far away to make it to either place in time. There was no way he was going to be the nearly-new-guy-walking-around-the-office-with-a-boner. Dear Penthouse. Ugh.
He flipped on the light switch as he entered the room, closing the door behind him. Relief flooded through him as he moved further in. He adjusted his erection, allowing his hand to linger. He could just rub one out, right here, and go back to work. It wouldn't take long at this rate. And maybe it would get it out of his system. Get him out.
This was a terrible idea, he knew it, but his hand kept rubbing. He stroked himself through his pants, knowing full well that his sense of good judgement had just gone out the window. He braced himself against one of the shelves and unzipped himself. Fuck. What was he doing? He closed his eyes and bit his lip as he pictured Nick doing ... what? He didn't even know what to do with a guy, sexually. Sure, in theory, but he'd never fantasized about it before.
Then, the door opened. Sean's stomach plunged as he simultaneously rushed to make himself look presentable and come up with some kind of story to explain what he was doing. His excuses died in his throat as he saw who had opened the door. It was Nick. And he was smiling.
"Hey there, question for you," he said with a smirk. That was a smirk. Wasn't it?
"Uh, sure. What's up?" His heart was pounding and he willed Nick not to notice his rather obvious indiscretion.
"I was wondering if you needed any help finding something." He walked closer as he spoke. "Maybe you needed a new pen? Did you run out of staples?" That was definitely a smirk. Nick walked right up to him until they were almost touching. Any closer and ... Sean was sure Nick could feel the heat radiating from his body.
"What are you doing?" Sean asked, voice almost a whisper.
"You know exactly what I'm doing," said Nick, and there was no sign of a smile on his face as he brought his lips to meet Sean's.
Sensation rushed through him, up through his body and out the top of his head. He felt as though he was spinning, all he could think of was touching Nick, holding him closer, moving against him, and yes, fucking him, although he wasn't too clear on that part yet. Nick's hands ran over his body, and Sean found himself loosening Nick's tie and unbuttoning his shirt. He wanted their skin to touch. He wanted to feel the warmth of Nick's body against his. He wanted to feel Nick's mouth on his skin. Kissing him felt so good. Even Nick's five o'clock shadow was a new, thrilling feeling. He didn't want it to stop. He didn't care what happened afterwards. He wanted to kiss Nick from head to ...
"Fuck. No. I have a girlfriend," Sean said, gasping as a sharp sliver of reality set in. It took more of his strength than he would have thought to break away. He was breathing hard, and his heart was pounding, and he couldn't believe he'd just done that. She was going to kill him. His cock throbbed in time with his racing pulse and a definite sense of "oh, shit" started to creep in.
"Hmm, yes, I know," said Nick.
"You know?" Sean asked, confused. His mind was spinning. "Then what are you doing?"
Nick cocked his head to one side as he appeared to consider his answer. "Did you know that some girls like to watch?" he asked.
"What are you talking about?"
"Your girlfriend. I've met her. We've actually known each other for a while."
"You know Katie?"
"Yeah. And trust me, she likes to watch."
Ok, this was new. What the hell was he supposed to do with this information? He looked around, half expecting his oh-so-innocent girlfriend to step out from behind the next shelf. Was he just supposed to go with it?
"You can call her, if you like," Nick said, handing Sean his iPhone. It was set up for a video call.
Nick had moved closer to Sean again, their bodies barely touching, and Sean found his sense of restraint and caution seemed to have disappeared. Maybe it was the rock-hard erection he had, maybe it was having just made out with Nick like they were in high school, or maybe it was finding out that his girlfriend might actually be kind of a perv, as well as ok with this. He pushed the button.
"Nick? Oh, Sean, hi," Katie said as she answered her phone, her smile turning coy. "How are you?"
He cut straight to the point. "You and Nick. Did you guys set me up?" Sean still didn't quite believe this was happening. Should he feel betrayed? He didn't.
"Not purposefully, dear. We didn't even make the connection that you two worked together until recently. Nick told me about his hot new co-worker that was making eyes at him, and then we figured it out. I told him to go for it, and when he said you were headed for the supply room with a semi, I told him to follow you. I take it you've ... got some questions?" she asked, arching an eyebrow and smirking.
"Just ... you're ok with this?"
"Definitely. Any chance you can set up the phone on the shelf opposite?"
And with that, Sean found himself all over Nick again, their shirts and ties gone, their zippers undone, rubbing themselves against each other. Nick had their cocks in one hand and was grinding up against him, his other hand on the back of Sean's neck. Sean could only hold on to the shelf behind him as he rocked his hips in time with Nick's. Fuck. His body was so full of pleasure, and questions kept popping into his head, and was this really happening to him? Nick was kissing his neck, his stubble just a little rough, but it made him tingle all over.
He grabbed the shelf over his head and looked across to the little screen where he could see his girlfriend's face. She looked like she was enjoying herself, too. Nick let go of their cocks and kissed his way downwards, taking Sean's cock into his mouth. Sean muffled his moan against his shoulder and then bit it to keep from crying out. Nick knew what he was doing. Katie was good, too, but goddamn ... His mouth felt so damn good. He was going to come. He was going to come in the fucking supply room, with his girlfriend watching on Nick's fucking iPhone. He opened his eyes and looked at her as he came, glad the shelves were quite heavy and solid as his orgasm shook him and left him weak in the knees. He looked down and his eyes met Nick's.
"Fucking goddamn."
"You're welcome," Nick said, smiling again. Sean laughed.
"Um, what about you?" he asked, as Nick stood and Sean saw that he was still quite hard.
"Don't worry about me. I think you've had quite enough for one day," Nick said, kissing him.
"Enough of you, you mean," Katie said faintly from the shelf. "I've got plans for you tonight, mister," she said to Sean.
She’d said she’d wanted to learn, so Ana had brought Lily home to meet her boyfriend. The girl was shy but, while inexperienced, not completely inexpert. Ana’s eyes met Del’s and she shuddered with pleasure as Lily’s tongue moved over her clitoris.
“Yes, good,” Ana said, stroking Lily’s hair and moving her hips encouragingly. She slipped her hand into her blouse, under her bra, and rolled her nipple between her fingers. She watched the younger woman’s lips and tongue kissing, licking, tasting. Ana pulled Lily’s hair back to get a better view, holding the long, dark waves with one hand.
Del, meanwhile, was slowly removing the rest of Lily’s clothes. Her shirt and bra had been the first things to go, followed by Ana’s skirt and panties. He unzipped Lily’s skirt and slid it down, then paused to admire the cute lace panties she was wearing. They looked very nice from the back, especially with her bent over his girlfriend and with her ass in the air. He ran his hand along her back and down the curve of her butt, then drew his hand back and spanked her.
“Oh!”
“I didn’t tell you to stop,” Ana said, twisting her fingers in Lily’s hair and pulling her face back down. Lily blushed and resumed her task, but her eyes were darting from side to side as she tried to see what Del was doing. Her peripheral view was blocked by Ana’s thighs, clad in stay-up thigh-high stockings.
Smack! Another little exclamation. Almost a squeak. It was adorable. Ana tightened her grip on Lily’s hair.
Smack! Smack! Smack! Each blow shook the younger woman, and Ana squirmed as Lily sucked harder and harder. Del slid Lily’s panties off and put them on the night stand. Her ass was warm and pleasantly red, much like her cheeks, still flushed with a mixture of embarrassment, shyness and pleasure. This was one of Ana’s favourite things; having a naked girl at their mercy while they were almost fully clothed.
Smack! The pain was sharper and the sound wetter as his hand met bare flesh. This time he could clearly see his hand print from where he had struck her. He spanked her again and again, thoroughly enjoying the sounds she was making, and enjoying even more how they combined with Ana’s moans and gasps of encouragement.
Lily whimpered as the blows grew stronger and more frequent, leaving a sustained stinging sensation on her backside, then she squealed in surprise as Del slid his fingers into her. She’d never been spanked before and hadn’t understood how it could be arousing, but she was most definitely wet and ready for him. His fingers entered her easily and she relished the sensation as he stretched her, curling his fingers inside her. She leaned back into his hand and clung to Ana’s thighs, hopelessly caught up in the building heat between her legs and in the pit of her stomach.
Ana watched the orgasm transform Lily’s face, her eyebrows drawing together, eyes squeezed shut, mouth open in the classic shape. Her body shook and shuddered, she cried out, her hands clenched and her toes curled, and when it passed, she sagged down onto Ana’s bare pelvis and sighed with pleasure.
“Did you like that, little one? We’re just getting started,” Ana said, smiling wickedly.
She stretches, arms overhead and back arched, and uses it as an excuse to peek over the divider between their desks. He's concentrating on his work, eyes intent on his screen, lips slightly parted. The keys tap rhythmically, adding another layer of white noise to the office. He feels her gaze on him and looks up, eyes locking, and smiles. She smiles back awkwardly, embarrassed to be caught, and quickly looks back down at her own monitor.
She resumes typing, mind half on the task at hand, and half on those lips. Something about them is just so ... delicious. She pictures what his mouth might look like during sex, how those lips would move to form dirty words, call her names. His eyes would narrow and his body would tense, and ...
Her fantasies never got beyond that. She knew he had a girlfriend, a hot one at that. She wondered whether he really was dominant, and what his girlfriend looked like in a collar and leash, crawling around the living room floor. Did he tease her body with those fingers? Did he order her to do terrible things? What did his lips look like when he was pleased with her?
She bit her lip and tried to put it out of her mind. She'd never get anything done at this rate.
I meet your lips with urgency, butterflies churning up a maelstrom in my abdomen. Your breath is hot and tastes like the candy cane we’ve been sharing. I grab the back of your neck to pull you in closer and you moan, the sound muffled by my mouth. You taste so good. This feels so good. I moan in return as your hands wander up my body. Your lips are so supple.
Our lips linger, learning each other’s shapes. Your tongue licks outward and I seek it out with my own. Like a tug of war, giving ground and then regaining it, our tongues vie for territory. You distract me by putting one hand up the front of my shirt and mark your victory by biting my lower lip.
I grab your shoulders and encourage you with a gasp of pleasure. Kiss me harder, hold me closer, rub me in places no one else can touch. My senses are on fire, every touch of your fingers sends thrills of pleasure down my spine. I want to feel your skin against mine, I want to bury my face in your sex. I want to call your name to the stars and feel the earth move in answer.
"She was totally staring at us," said Jack as they entered their apartment.
"Who?" asked Sam, taking off his coat and boots.
"The girl on the subway. The one sitting across from us."
"She wasn't even looking at us," said Sam. He brought their shopping bags into the kitchen and started putting the groceries away.
"No, she was definitely looking. Out of the corner of her eye."
"Well that's creepy. Why can't people mind their own business?"
"I bet she was just picturing us together, naked," said Jack. He looked his lover up and down, slowly, appreciating the view.
Sam smiled at Jack as he turned to put the last of the groceries in the cupboard. "You wish. You're such an exhibitionist."
"Hey, she's clearly got great taste."
"Can't argue with that," Sam said, and turned his face up to kiss Jack slowly, his hands resting on Jack's chest.
"I missed you," Sam said when they broke away.
"I was only gone for 24 hours," Jack said, pulling the shorter man to him and trailing kisses down his neck.
"Still, I don't sleep well when you're gone."
"You should have jerked off, then you'd have slept like a baby."
"Funny, y-" Sam's retort turned into a gasp as Jack bit his shoulder, strong hands at his back squeezing tight.
"I missed you, too," Jack said, his voice gruff.
"I want you to fuck me," Sam whispered, locking eyes with Jack.
Jack grabbed Sam by the hair and dragged him in for a forceful kiss. They fumbled at each other's clothes, undoing buttons and pulling off shirts, tongues tasting, hands groping, cocks straining against the fabric of their pants. They made it as far as the dining room table, where Jack pushed Sam back onto it and barely unzipped Sam's pants enough to tear them off.
Jack leaned over Sam, kissing his chest and stomach, grinding his cock against Sam's ass. Sam wrapped his legs around Jack, all words forgotten, loving the weight of his lover on top of him, his taste, his smell, his long fingers stroking over his body.
"Turn over," growled Jack.
Sam obliged, shifting down and flipping over so that he could see his reflection in the polished surface of the table, his ass exposed and his heart beating fast. He heard Jack unzip his pants and rip open a condom, then a moment later Jack was filling him up, the exquisite pain making his eyes roll back in his head. He couldn't hear himself cry out, he didn't see his knuckles turn white as he gripped the edge of the table. All he knew was that Jack's cock was stretching him open.
Jack fucked him roughly, grabbing his hair to pull his head back, and then shoving his face down into the table. He was sticking to it, making each thrust hurt just a little more. The table was shaking, scraping against the floor. Sam's cries of pleasure and pain drove Jack to an even more frenzied pace. Jack reached down to grab Sam's erection, jerking hard and fast until Sam came, screaming incoherently, his throat raw.
After a few moments, Jack pulled out, then walked around the table to Sam's head. It was a fairly narrow table, as it was just for the two of them. Jack carefully pulled the condom off, grabbed Sam by the hair again, and shoved his cock into his lover's mouth. Sam gagged on the first thrust but then eagerly sucked and licked, rewarded by Jack's groans of pleasure. Just before he came, Jack pulled out, then ejaculated all over Sam's face. Sam licked the corner of his mouth and smiled.
