A Dangerous Fantasy

This time he restrains me. First with his firm hands as he moves above me, eyes locked with mine as he strokes himself deeper and deeper inside of me until my eyes roll back as I arch my neck in ecstacy. He kisses my mouth and neck, bites my throat, my chin, my jaw, my earlobes, all the while making these man-purrs that vibrate through to my soul like a the deep bass from a tricked out low-rider. Mmmm, I writhe sensuously and I hear myself moan with the slightest intonation in my voice signaling to him that I'm close to the edge of this carnal bliss.

Then he stops.

He blindfolds me. Tells me to relax, baby, I won't hurt you. Somehow he binds my hands together behind me. My nipples harden and I want to touch them. The prospect of being bound at the wrist and blindfolded is alluring, but very challenging to my will. I'm forced to give up control. Forced to use my imagination, use my mind's eye to witness his masculinity, the intensity and kindness of his eyes, the anticipation of his touch as I see him reach out to me. I see nothing, only the darkness behind the cloth that covers my eyes. I can't reach out with my hands to 'see'. I can't touch my body. Only my back, neck, and bent legs can serve as feelers reaching out to him, hungry for the touch of his skin.

He parts my legs and beginning with a kiss at my ankle, he slowly finds his way with his tongue up to the source of my heat just as if he's reading directions in braille raised upon my skin. He knows just where to lick, when to pause, when to continue. I'm just about out of my mind with want for him to be deep inside me, for his tongue on my clit, in my mouth, his gentle love bites on my hip and ass. I want so much to grab my breasts but I can't. I beg him to fuck me, to untie my hands so I can pull him down upon me and run my nails across his back as he plunges into my body. I'm pleading with him as he gently tells me he won't and begins to graze his fingers along my belly, around my tits, below my neck. I can feel his moist breath as he hovers over my right nipple, teasing me. I want him to lick me there, to suck and roll my erect nipple between his lips. I can only feel his breathing, and he knows I'm vexed with abandon. The wanton feeling of lust for my lover has over come me, and I cum, squirting a little, without him even touching me. He tells me I'm a good girl for not fighting it. The velvety tone of his voice instantly relaxes me. I can feel him breathing on my shoulder, at the top of my breast, down to my belly, down to my waiting pussy now raging hotter than ever, dripping and radiating with sexual energy. Before his mouth engulfs my clit, I can feel his breath on my engorged lips. A gasp excapes my lips, and I hear my lover purr with approval before he drinks me in.

tbd

Amorphous

I can't put my finger on it. But then again, maybe it's not meant for me to pinpoint. Sensuality is something that is tricky sometimes, illusory in nature. At what point do I cross the line between sensuality and sexual perversion? The answer must be subjective, however only up until a certain point, then it becomes obvious.

But then again, perhaps sensuality at its very essence demands the quality of being amorphous. Ever changing, ever re-defining, re-inventing, re-assessing what is sensual and what is not. Such is the pascal mystery of learning. But sensuality is the best subject of all lessons.

Being Oh So Naughty is Fun

There are times when I look back with shock at the mediocrity of my life and how emotionally invested I become in the most trivial of things. On this particular morning I am about to recount, I was toruturing myself over such an experience. I had stayed up the majority of the night working on spreadsheets that weren't worth the sleep I had given up. But yet I was compelled to complete them.

And so it goes when I'm in such dire straits that complete reversals of fortune smile upon my countenance: suddenly my cyber love was online. it was a good morning indeed from that moment on. We engaged in the most playful, flirtatious chat - alive and playful. I felt schoolgirl giddish and giggly, wanting in vain to be disobedient and naughty. And I indulged.

Spreadsheets forgotten, all concept of time vanished and I became enrapt with my online love, wanting terribly to please him the way he pleased me. My pussy was already wet, my mouth beginning to pout, and my breasts beginning to feel sensuously full and sumptuous. In my mind's eye, I began to undress him, caress his solid body luxuriously, making his nipples and penis erect, his mind racing with lusty thoughts of what corporal acts I would perform upon him. Again as I had imagined so many times before, I tasted his sex, his essence, loving him tenderly at first, kissing softly, licking delicately, delicously, then sucking with such a fervor until I hear him groan and we both cum in unison.

And as my fantasy plays in fast forward in my mind, my lover waits online as I take the pictures he's requested of me. I'm on fire. Goddamn this is the best fucking morning I've had in years.