WARNING, for those of you who are not a fan of erotic, explicit fiction....DON'T clicky on the link!!! This was a piece that I wrote for my playmate before one of our play sessions to "spice things up" a bit between us. He fights rapier and its based in a setting at one of the medieval events we go to. As you will all be able to tell...he gets me incredibly hot and this story doesn't even approach the level of turned on that he gets me to. Sooo for those of you brave enough to "clicky here", enjoy the story and let me know how you like it!!!! There are pics of
im in my folder. He's the one in middle eastern dress with a coronet on his head.
im in my folder. He's the one in middle eastern dress with a coronet on his head.
SPOILERS! (Click to view)
PATIENCE?
It was cool out tonight when the sun finally found its rest. A long day of hard work lay behind me and it was time to go out and play in the nighttime playground.
The smell of woodsmoke danced in the air like delighted child and played merrily with my skin and senses. A distant sound of drums echoed in the clear, crisp air. Calling. Beckoning me to join the circle. And I did not resist. I never can resist an invitation to play.
All day I had watched him as he moved from one task to another. One fight to another. Thinking back, the day had passed quickly for me, but it was clouded by the haze of drug like arousal that had fogged my mind and body. Always it was like this around him. This tightening deep inside....this ache to pull him into my body and bathe him the warmth and welcoming wetness that only started for him. Sometimes I wondered...when he caught me looking at him...if he was aware of the waves of arousal rolling thru me. Wondered if he could hear the skipping of my heartbeat or the catch in my breath as my body threatened to pull me into an unexpected orgasm that would betray me to anyone nearby. How difficult to learn control over the rebellious body that had only recently awakened to its truly sensual nature. How difficult to control the prowling lust that circled and waited for its chance to break the cage I held it in with barely controlled discipline.
"What draws me so? " I wonder this as I remember watching his fight earlier in the day. Could it be the barely leashed civility that made him play nice when all he wanted to do was savage his opponent and leave no doubt in anyone's mind as to the prowess he posessed? Was it that slow, stalking movement that would erupt into efficient and magnificent dispatch of his opponent...like the final kill of an arrogant wolf...confident in the measure of his prey? All of this...yes..and more.
It was in the world wise depths of his dark eyes...the look from across a room or up close that would reach inside of my skin and stoke that fire...like his fingers often reached inside of me to make me burn and shudder. I could feel his gaze like his hands on my body and it was hard not to touch that aching part of me that his eyes left behind. Surely he had to know...no man could put such fever into a woman unknowingly...no man could help but enjoy that singular power he had over her that brought her to him for release time and again.
I could hear his voice across the firepit in the circle. Almost unknowingly my feet had carried me to source of my hungry discomfort. Night had laid her velvet mantle around our world and the embrace of darkness was more than anyone could resist. There was an air of excitement and good friends surrounding us in the circle and almost..almost it cooled my fevered blood.
I watched as he drank and wished I was the one he was tasting...wished I could taste the warm wetness of his lips and mouth and its subtle flavour of malt and alcohol. Perhaps my friend would think it was only the cold that caused me to shudder as we laughed and talked. I prayed that my body would hold out long enough to find its release with him...that the aching wetness between my thighs would not betray me...that I would be able to scream my release into his hot mouth instead of the cool night air.
I lost the thread of conversation again. My friend just thought it was the drink. I let her. It was hours later into the night and my control was dangerously thin. It was time to bring him to my arms...time for us to escape into the musky night and give up the fight against self control before it was ripped away.
Quietly we slipped away as the drinking and laughter continued..fading behind us in between one breath and the next. There was heat in the touch of his hand on mine and I wondered again...."does he know? Can he tell? " Would he feel the subtle tremors shaking my hand in his as desire ripped thru me in hotter and more intense waves than ever?
There...a small cluster of shadowed trees, barely bathed in the cool touch of the full moon. A small pause to slake my thirst. Back against the tree...rough and welcoming. His mouth moving over mine in lazy urgency...exploring...arousing...
his tongue dancing in and out between my lips...his taste.....gods...as addictive as ever. I let his mouth take my moan as I shuddered on the edge of coming. My body pulsing against the hard thrust and demand of him. Then...his hands on my breasts..cupping, shooting hard waves of desire thru my nipples as his thumbs rubbed them into painful, hard points. Every brush sending shocks of arousal into my already painfully swollen and wet pussy. But I couldn't scream with it...too close to others....I stopped his hands and we moved on again. My legs were all but shaking now and gods...I was going to start dripping with my want soon. There...our bed...hidden in the welcome dark....waiting to receive our passion and frenzy. Privacy at last.
His breath...hot on my skin...his teeth...sinking....making me arch and moan against him. Harder his teeth clamped down....too late....could not stop it any longer...my body arched against him as he made me come...screaming his name as it ripped thru me...his hand covered in my passion as he thrust his fingers into me over and over again. We hadn't even made it to the bed yet...our clothes were still on and I was clamping over his fingers rhythmically as he took me over. But it wasn't over. His lips moved to a new spot and began again. I started tearing at the clothes that hid him from me. Skin at last...hot...salty...so smooth and taut. I wanted to devour him whole. There...my clothes gone..skin to skin..at last to rest on the bed. His weight over me...his mouth tracing patterns. But not yet...I wanted my turn. I found his nipples with my mouth, hard...that unique taste that was purely male..all him. Circling his nipples...sucking on them...tasting them, fingers and tongue working together...then lower...to his chest....loving the texture of his skin and muscle...lower still to his belly...warm skin...his hands in my hair...guiding my mouth. Urging me to taste him....take him in my mouth. But no...not yet. Just close. Licking and sucking around his arousal...that long..hard...engorged cock that begged for its own release. But not yet. First I would taste that sweet length of hip. That soft spot where his skin was so sensitive...groin and hip joining...my tongue explored all of it. Savored every salty/sweet warm taste. Down further...to where his balls nested...licking again...tasting, gently taking them in my mouth and loving their feel and taste. Ahhh, there it was...that sigh...almost a growl...almost a moan...his voice husky with need. Damn...just from tasting him...playing with him..I was wet and ready to come again. My body betraying me with its demands to be filled. But not yet...no I had more to taste. I finally moved back up...his hands tangled in my hair as he thrust himself towards my mouth. A small lick to the tip..taking that little bead of salty liquid and sucking it down. More. I wanted so much more. I pulled his shaft into my mouth, felt it pulse against my tongue as I worked my way up and down....sucking him in....swirling my tongue over the head of him...loving his taste...torn between wanting him to come in my mouth or come inside of me. The pace sped up. His hips thrusting...trying to find some release. So close...but no...no not yet. I pulled my mouth off of him, licking the swollen head...the engorged shaft. Raised my eyes to his. Gods how could that sweet chocolate brown turn so hot...like melted chocolate..like the promise of every sweet, decadent...lustful dream a woman could have? He moved...I was down on my back without knowing how I got there. Lifted into this mind altering haze of need and desire...no thoughts to put together, just a sensation of fired nerves and aching emptiness between my legs. But not for long. Hot, wet strokes of his tongue on my nipples...teeth catching them...playing...gods I wanted to scream again in pleasure. Oh...his mouth moving down...leaving a moist, warm trail of desire on my skin. And down again....wanting to tell him no..stop...agony of desire that was breaking my spine as I arched against his mouth...too fast....nooo, not yet...not yet. His finger slides inside again as his tongue and lips tease me...bringing that hot little bud to swollen aching attention. He buries his mouth against me and I can't hold the scream back any longer...or the orgasm. I come clawing and arching against him. Wave after wave of wet heat tearing thru me and making its way to where his mouth centers. I come against him in wet abandon..but its still not enough...not yet.
On my knees now....I can feel his lips on my back..his teeth biting into my shoulder, my neck....making me writhe again. Then...finally...I feel him probing....finding his way inside of my aching pussy. Sliding in with wet, hot control...iron inside of silk. I can't help myself...I thrust back against him trying to drive him into me as deep as he can go. His hands dig into my hips, holding on...there, a sharp sting as he slaps my ass and warms it...reddens it...finds its white skin more appealing with the mark of his hand on it.
Thrusting....pounding deeper inside of me...I can feel his balls against my struggling body. Pulling up...tightening against his own body as he gets ready to come inside of me. But no...not yet...he pulls out. Gently, insistently he slides a finger into my ass...getting me ready to accept him. He's still wet from being inside of me..he'll slide in smoothly...surely.
I feel the head start to seperate my cheeks....feel his shaft sliding in slowly..gently but inexorably. My body is tightening..not with pain...but getting ready to come again as he starts sliding in and out of my ass. How can he make this feel so good? I meet his thrusts, sliding myself back against him to take him deeper. I feel him tighten again....that deep pulse start in his cock that lets me know he is getting ready to come...and he does. Exploding inside of me...thick, hot and wet. I come with him...sobbing from the intense pleasure...not wanting it to end and knowing it will...but not yet. Not until both of our bodies stop pulsing against eachother.
He slides out of me....groaning.... I know he feels good...as good as I do. Head on his shoulder now...breathing again...or trying to. Knowing that this is just the first round. Should I tell him that as my breathing slows..as I smell our combined musk and sex that I am thinking already of the next time? That my body waits...just this side of exhausted...waiting for him to arouse it again. That I still want him..even sated like this? Should I tell him?
No.....I don't think so....not yet.
PATIENCE?
It was cool out tonight when the sun finally found its rest. A long day of hard work lay behind me and it was time to go out and play in the nighttime playground.
The smell of woodsmoke danced in the air like delighted child and played merrily with my skin and senses. A distant sound of drums echoed in the clear, crisp air. Calling. Beckoning me to join the circle. And I did not resist. I never can resist an invitation to play.
All day I had watched him as he moved from one task to another. One fight to another. Thinking back, the day had passed quickly for me, but it was clouded by the haze of drug like arousal that had fogged my mind and body. Always it was like this around him. This tightening deep inside....this ache to pull him into my body and bathe him the warmth and welcoming wetness that only started for him. Sometimes I wondered...when he caught me looking at him...if he was aware of the waves of arousal rolling thru me. Wondered if he could hear the skipping of my heartbeat or the catch in my breath as my body threatened to pull me into an unexpected orgasm that would betray me to anyone nearby. How difficult to learn control over the rebellious body that had only recently awakened to its truly sensual nature. How difficult to control the prowling lust that circled and waited for its chance to break the cage I held it in with barely controlled discipline.
"What draws me so? " I wonder this as I remember watching his fight earlier in the day. Could it be the barely leashed civility that made him play nice when all he wanted to do was savage his opponent and leave no doubt in anyone's mind as to the prowess he posessed? Was it that slow, stalking movement that would erupt into efficient and magnificent dispatch of his opponent...like the final kill of an arrogant wolf...confident in the measure of his prey? All of this...yes..and more.
It was in the world wise depths of his dark eyes...the look from across a room or up close that would reach inside of my skin and stoke that fire...like his fingers often reached inside of me to make me burn and shudder. I could feel his gaze like his hands on my body and it was hard not to touch that aching part of me that his eyes left behind. Surely he had to know...no man could put such fever into a woman unknowingly...no man could help but enjoy that singular power he had over her that brought her to him for release time and again.
I could hear his voice across the firepit in the circle. Almost unknowingly my feet had carried me to source of my hungry discomfort. Night had laid her velvet mantle around our world and the embrace of darkness was more than anyone could resist. There was an air of excitement and good friends surrounding us in the circle and almost..almost it cooled my fevered blood.
I watched as he drank and wished I was the one he was tasting...wished I could taste the warm wetness of his lips and mouth and its subtle flavour of malt and alcohol. Perhaps my friend would think it was only the cold that caused me to shudder as we laughed and talked. I prayed that my body would hold out long enough to find its release with him...that the aching wetness between my thighs would not betray me...that I would be able to scream my release into his hot mouth instead of the cool night air.
I lost the thread of conversation again. My friend just thought it was the drink. I let her. It was hours later into the night and my control was dangerously thin. It was time to bring him to my arms...time for us to escape into the musky night and give up the fight against self control before it was ripped away.
Quietly we slipped away as the drinking and laughter continued..fading behind us in between one breath and the next. There was heat in the touch of his hand on mine and I wondered again...."does he know? Can he tell? " Would he feel the subtle tremors shaking my hand in his as desire ripped thru me in hotter and more intense waves than ever?
There...a small cluster of shadowed trees, barely bathed in the cool touch of the full moon. A small pause to slake my thirst. Back against the tree...rough and welcoming. His mouth moving over mine in lazy urgency...exploring...arousing...
his tongue dancing in and out between my lips...his taste.....gods...as addictive as ever. I let his mouth take my moan as I shuddered on the edge of coming. My body pulsing against the hard thrust and demand of him. Then...his hands on my breasts..cupping, shooting hard waves of desire thru my nipples as his thumbs rubbed them into painful, hard points. Every brush sending shocks of arousal into my already painfully swollen and wet pussy. But I couldn't scream with it...too close to others....I stopped his hands and we moved on again. My legs were all but shaking now and gods...I was going to start dripping with my want soon. There...our bed...hidden in the welcome dark....waiting to receive our passion and frenzy. Privacy at last.
His breath...hot on my skin...his teeth...sinking....making me arch and moan against him. Harder his teeth clamped down....too late....could not stop it any longer...my body arched against him as he made me come...screaming his name as it ripped thru me...his hand covered in my passion as he thrust his fingers into me over and over again. We hadn't even made it to the bed yet...our clothes were still on and I was clamping over his fingers rhythmically as he took me over. But it wasn't over. His lips moved to a new spot and began again. I started tearing at the clothes that hid him from me. Skin at last...hot...salty...so smooth and taut. I wanted to devour him whole. There...my clothes gone..skin to skin..at last to rest on the bed. His weight over me...his mouth tracing patterns. But not yet...I wanted my turn. I found his nipples with my mouth, hard...that unique taste that was purely male..all him. Circling his nipples...sucking on them...tasting them, fingers and tongue working together...then lower...to his chest....loving the texture of his skin and muscle...lower still to his belly...warm skin...his hands in my hair...guiding my mouth. Urging me to taste him....take him in my mouth. But no...not yet. Just close. Licking and sucking around his arousal...that long..hard...engorged cock that begged for its own release. But not yet. First I would taste that sweet length of hip. That soft spot where his skin was so sensitive...groin and hip joining...my tongue explored all of it. Savored every salty/sweet warm taste. Down further...to where his balls nested...licking again...tasting, gently taking them in my mouth and loving their feel and taste. Ahhh, there it was...that sigh...almost a growl...almost a moan...his voice husky with need. Damn...just from tasting him...playing with him..I was wet and ready to come again. My body betraying me with its demands to be filled. But not yet...no I had more to taste. I finally moved back up...his hands tangled in my hair as he thrust himself towards my mouth. A small lick to the tip..taking that little bead of salty liquid and sucking it down. More. I wanted so much more. I pulled his shaft into my mouth, felt it pulse against my tongue as I worked my way up and down....sucking him in....swirling my tongue over the head of him...loving his taste...torn between wanting him to come in my mouth or come inside of me. The pace sped up. His hips thrusting...trying to find some release. So close...but no...no not yet. I pulled my mouth off of him, licking the swollen head...the engorged shaft. Raised my eyes to his. Gods how could that sweet chocolate brown turn so hot...like melted chocolate..like the promise of every sweet, decadent...lustful dream a woman could have? He moved...I was down on my back without knowing how I got there. Lifted into this mind altering haze of need and desire...no thoughts to put together, just a sensation of fired nerves and aching emptiness between my legs. But not for long. Hot, wet strokes of his tongue on my nipples...teeth catching them...playing...gods I wanted to scream again in pleasure. Oh...his mouth moving down...leaving a moist, warm trail of desire on my skin. And down again....wanting to tell him no..stop...agony of desire that was breaking my spine as I arched against his mouth...too fast....nooo, not yet...not yet. His finger slides inside again as his tongue and lips tease me...bringing that hot little bud to swollen aching attention. He buries his mouth against me and I can't hold the scream back any longer...or the orgasm. I come clawing and arching against him. Wave after wave of wet heat tearing thru me and making its way to where his mouth centers. I come against him in wet abandon..but its still not enough...not yet.
On my knees now....I can feel his lips on my back..his teeth biting into my shoulder, my neck....making me writhe again. Then...finally...I feel him probing....finding his way inside of my aching pussy. Sliding in with wet, hot control...iron inside of silk. I can't help myself...I thrust back against him trying to drive him into me as deep as he can go. His hands dig into my hips, holding on...there, a sharp sting as he slaps my ass and warms it...reddens it...finds its white skin more appealing with the mark of his hand on it.
Thrusting....pounding deeper inside of me...I can feel his balls against my struggling body. Pulling up...tightening against his own body as he gets ready to come inside of me. But no...not yet...he pulls out. Gently, insistently he slides a finger into my ass...getting me ready to accept him. He's still wet from being inside of me..he'll slide in smoothly...surely.
I feel the head start to seperate my cheeks....feel his shaft sliding in slowly..gently but inexorably. My body is tightening..not with pain...but getting ready to come again as he starts sliding in and out of my ass. How can he make this feel so good? I meet his thrusts, sliding myself back against him to take him deeper. I feel him tighten again....that deep pulse start in his cock that lets me know he is getting ready to come...and he does. Exploding inside of me...thick, hot and wet. I come with him...sobbing from the intense pleasure...not wanting it to end and knowing it will...but not yet. Not until both of our bodies stop pulsing against eachother.
He slides out of me....groaning.... I know he feels good...as good as I do. Head on his shoulder now...breathing again...or trying to. Knowing that this is just the first round. Should I tell him that as my breathing slows..as I smell our combined musk and sex that I am thinking already of the next time? That my body waits...just this side of exhausted...waiting for him to arouse it again. That I still want him..even sated like this? Should I tell him?
No.....I don't think so....not yet.
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Thank you so much for adding me as a friend. Reading things about your life in GO has been an absolute privillage. You inspire those around you, and I'm so absolutely delighted to have you as a friend.
Your strength is endearing.
Your wisdom is astounding.
Your love for life is truely amazing.
Thank you for sharing yourself with us. You don't know how wonderful you are, or how lucky we are to be privvy to your extrodinary life.
Lots of love, sweetie.