COINS
"You WANT ME TO DO WHAT?" you ask, surprised, looking down at the silver coins in my hand.
Patiently I explained again.
"Stand in the middle of the room, with your legs spread. Then put your hands together, over your head, palm to palm, with a dime between each pair of fingers and your thumbs."
Pulse beating fast, you think, What interesting little game does he have planned! You looked at the Cheshire grin on my face and say: "Anything you say, lover."
You walk across the bare wooden boards where I had rolled up the fluffy rug and stood, legs spread, nipples tightening with excitement as you wonder what I have planned. Carefully, you balanced a dime on the tip of each finger and the thumb of your left hand. Then you put your right hand over the left, fingertip to fingertip, and raise your arms over your head.
I take my time walking over to you, my erection advertising that I'm excited too. I put one hand on your waist and begin to walk around you slowly as I explained.
"No matter what I do, no matter how you feel, don't let go of the dimes.
Now I was behind you, My left arm wrapped around your waist and my right hand lifting the long hair from your neck. I whisper into your ear: "If you drop a dime, and you can be sure I'll hear it on this wooden floor, everything stops ... everything."
Then I kiss your neck and nibble on your ear as my hands caress your breasts. You moan, both ecstasy and dismay. Your hands already sweaty, I kiss your neck more, sucking, nibbling, as my hands tease your tight, hard, gorgeous nipples. Then I step back a bit and run my nails lightly over your back, tickling, tracing exciting patterns, moving teasingly near your sensitive armpits. You start to shake with the effort of keeping your arms up when your every nerve screams for you to protect yourself from being tickled. I step in front of you again, standing almost nose to nose as my hands rest lightly, high on your sides.
"Nervous?" I asked, barely moving my fingers as you shiver.
"Please don't" Your plea hangs in the air, unfinished, as my hands slide down your taught stomach and between your legs, where I find your swollen labia dripping with moisture.
"Well, somebody's excited," I state and softly stroke your swollen pussy lips. You feel a tightening in your lower stomach, almost painful, as you respond to my strokes, tilting your pelvis forward, desperately holding the slippery coins above your head. Then I bend my head down and suck your nipple quickly into my mouth, flicking it with my tongue as my fingers stroke and burrow in your hot, wet cunt. I feel your knees tremble and your arms shake with strain, but you hold on to those five coins. Moisture is now running down your legs, sweat or sexual fluids, your not sure which. My lips leave your breast and you see me glance up at your shaking arms and your equally shaky grin.
"Good girl," I say and kiss you, our tongues meeting and dancing. The fingers of my right hand rubbing gently round and round your clitoris. As my left hand slithers down your sweaty back, between your buttocks, and gently strokes your anus. You almost cum as the slick wet finger of my left hand invades you. Your fingers rigid, thinking you'll just die, if you drop a coin at this point.
Abruptly I stop, moving directly in front of you, my hands on your hips.
"No, NO," you pleaded. "Don't stop, please. I haven't dropped any coins."
You desperately push your throbbing crotch against my stiff, satiny erection, wanting me to be as aroused as you are. I just smile, sink to my knees, and begin to kiss your labia, teasingly. You slam your eyes closed, trying not to let the growing heat weaken your grip as I gently part your vaginal lips.
"Oh, yes," you moan breathily as my tongue touches your clitoris. You feel Tremors beginning in your thighs, then, crying out, cum as I take a long, sucking bite.
'The dimes fall in a silvery shower as your exhausted arms collapse forward. You caress my head, then pull it against you with my hair, gasping.
Slowly you calm down, your knees feeling stronger, the cramps leaving your fingers. You bend over, pick up the dimes, and put them in my hand.
"Your turn," you whisper in my ear.
"You WANT ME TO DO WHAT?" you ask, surprised, looking down at the silver coins in my hand.
Patiently I explained again.
"Stand in the middle of the room, with your legs spread. Then put your hands together, over your head, palm to palm, with a dime between each pair of fingers and your thumbs."
Pulse beating fast, you think, What interesting little game does he have planned! You looked at the Cheshire grin on my face and say: "Anything you say, lover."
You walk across the bare wooden boards where I had rolled up the fluffy rug and stood, legs spread, nipples tightening with excitement as you wonder what I have planned. Carefully, you balanced a dime on the tip of each finger and the thumb of your left hand. Then you put your right hand over the left, fingertip to fingertip, and raise your arms over your head.
I take my time walking over to you, my erection advertising that I'm excited too. I put one hand on your waist and begin to walk around you slowly as I explained.
"No matter what I do, no matter how you feel, don't let go of the dimes.
Now I was behind you, My left arm wrapped around your waist and my right hand lifting the long hair from your neck. I whisper into your ear: "If you drop a dime, and you can be sure I'll hear it on this wooden floor, everything stops ... everything."
Then I kiss your neck and nibble on your ear as my hands caress your breasts. You moan, both ecstasy and dismay. Your hands already sweaty, I kiss your neck more, sucking, nibbling, as my hands tease your tight, hard, gorgeous nipples. Then I step back a bit and run my nails lightly over your back, tickling, tracing exciting patterns, moving teasingly near your sensitive armpits. You start to shake with the effort of keeping your arms up when your every nerve screams for you to protect yourself from being tickled. I step in front of you again, standing almost nose to nose as my hands rest lightly, high on your sides.
"Nervous?" I asked, barely moving my fingers as you shiver.
"Please don't" Your plea hangs in the air, unfinished, as my hands slide down your taught stomach and between your legs, where I find your swollen labia dripping with moisture.
"Well, somebody's excited," I state and softly stroke your swollen pussy lips. You feel a tightening in your lower stomach, almost painful, as you respond to my strokes, tilting your pelvis forward, desperately holding the slippery coins above your head. Then I bend my head down and suck your nipple quickly into my mouth, flicking it with my tongue as my fingers stroke and burrow in your hot, wet cunt. I feel your knees tremble and your arms shake with strain, but you hold on to those five coins. Moisture is now running down your legs, sweat or sexual fluids, your not sure which. My lips leave your breast and you see me glance up at your shaking arms and your equally shaky grin.
"Good girl," I say and kiss you, our tongues meeting and dancing. The fingers of my right hand rubbing gently round and round your clitoris. As my left hand slithers down your sweaty back, between your buttocks, and gently strokes your anus. You almost cum as the slick wet finger of my left hand invades you. Your fingers rigid, thinking you'll just die, if you drop a coin at this point.
Abruptly I stop, moving directly in front of you, my hands on your hips.
"No, NO," you pleaded. "Don't stop, please. I haven't dropped any coins."
You desperately push your throbbing crotch against my stiff, satiny erection, wanting me to be as aroused as you are. I just smile, sink to my knees, and begin to kiss your labia, teasingly. You slam your eyes closed, trying not to let the growing heat weaken your grip as I gently part your vaginal lips.
"Oh, yes," you moan breathily as my tongue touches your clitoris. You feel Tremors beginning in your thighs, then, crying out, cum as I take a long, sucking bite.
'The dimes fall in a silvery shower as your exhausted arms collapse forward. You caress my head, then pull it against you with my hair, gasping.
Slowly you calm down, your knees feeling stronger, the cramps leaving your fingers. You bend over, pick up the dimes, and put them in my hand.
"Your turn," you whisper in my ear.
By the way, did you write this?? IT is excellent!!