I looked up at her from my knees, her hand grasping the back of my head, holding my hair with just enough force so that I knew she could toss me aside at any time.  Her face was as beautiful as the rest of her.  Dark eyes to match the hair, strong nose, and lips that she had polished a glistening red.  She grinned down at me and pulled me closer, pressing the side of my face against her thigh.  The cold startled me but sent my blood rushing through me.  I could feel the warmth showing in my cheeks as well as the wetness that had begun between my legs.  I found her irresistible and terrifying.  I would do whatever she asked.

She pulled me up by my hair, keeping my face in contact with her the whole time.  My breathing became heavy as I felt more of her leg, the silk of her skirt and the strength of her hand.   She stopped lifting me when I reached her breasts and pressed me against them harder.  Cold and firm, nipples barely covered by the corset, still and silent.  I couldn’t resist.  My lips met her skin and I heard the tiniest of sighs.  As I kissed and licked the sighs turned to moans but  skin stayed cold.  My motions became frantic and I boldly put my hands around her waist, pulling her closer before attempting to release the rock hard nipples I knew hid beneath her corset.  Gently, but firmly she stopped me.  “There’s time.  There will always be time” she whispered softly pushing me back down to my knees and pulling me back against her thigh…

Simon gave me a prize for some good work I did.  I could write down three things I wanted.  He would pick one.  None could be duplicates.  This was a difficult thing to do.  So I asked if I could give three scenarios, three vignettes that would tell a little more than what one sentence could.  Some may be longer than others…I have some specific ideas…but I thought I would start with the sweet and simple.

Pamper:

Candles were lit in the living room, it was warm, there was classical guitar playing softly in the background.  He had cleared off the couch and coffee table, straightened the room and there was a glass of wine poured and waiting.  I sat down and smiled, taking a sip, a good start to the evening I thought to myself.  He said he was taking care of dinner and I laughed.  Sit back and relax a bit I was instructed.  My feet were lifted and placed on a pillow on the table and his hands wandered up my legs, massaging the my calves moving up my thighs until they reached the warm spot between and began gently rubbing.  He kissed my neck, and nibbled up to my ear, “Circle what you would like, I’ll be back” he said before handing me the Chinese take-out menu and walking away.  I love it when he takes care of dinner.  I kept working on my wine and before I knew it I was done with the glass and he was back.

My glass was slipped out of my hand and refilled before he handed it back.  “Come with me” he said pulling me gently to my feet and leading me back through the hall to the bedroom.  Again my glass was taken from me.  Gently it was set aside and he began to undress me.  Slowly and gently he unbuttoned my shirt and slipped it off.  With the same care he unbuttoned my pants and slid them down, lifting each leg gently then tossing the pants aside.  I was in bra and panties when he handed my glass back and stood, admiring.

His hands started to trace my body, gently touching each curve, every freckle, every line, every part that I see as perfect and flawed.  Then his mouth followed.  Kissing each contour, his tongue darting out to taste where he liked all while his hands unfastened my bra and let it fall to the floor.  His attention moved to my nipples as soon as they were exposed.  Already hard from the attention he hardened them further, drawing each one into his mouth, tracing it with his tongue then gently blowing on them as he released.  He had pushed down my panties as he was enjoying my nipples and soon a hand was between my legs, feeling the moisture and heat that had been developing.  Slowly and gently his fingers played, sliding in between the wet lips, slipping into the hot wet hole they covered.  I was panting when he stopped and again took my hand to lead me.

The bathroom had been lit with candles as well.  But it was more than that.  The normal clutter had been removed, the space was clean and glowing, with a pile of plush towels waiting to dry as well as some folded by the tub for use as a head rest.  The same music was playing and steam and foam filled the tub.  I smiled as he helped me in and went to refill my wine.  When we came back I was enjoying my soak.  In one hand was my refilled wine, the other a water pitcher.  “Lean forward” he said and he began filling the pitcher and pouring the hot water over my head.  I have always loved having my hair washed, it’s such a luxury, such an amazing intimate thing, it doesn’t happen often.  His hands ran through my hair lathering it with my favorite shampoo, massaging my scalp and rinsing it with the pitcher.  His attentiveness was intoxicating, I just wanted more of it.  When the shampoo was done he began washing me.  The large sponge he had was covered in almond soap and gently rubbed over my entire body.  He focus on his task but managed to treat me with even more at the same time.  His hands and sponge lingered on my breasts, exploring each curve attending to the nipple as well as the underside.  Special attention was paid to my feet and legs, the soap working to help with the gentle massage.  And once again when his hands found my pussy the lips were parted as he gently pushed inside me.  I was gently lifted so that my ass could be properly attended to, soaped and massaged, the tight hole cleaned and teased ever so gently.

Once I was thoroughly clean he sat back to admire again.  “Would you like to shave?” he asked, knowing that it is something I prefer to do alone.  When I nodded dreamily that yes I would he handed me a new razor and bottle of shaving cream.  He then left me to my work but not before setting down a small bell.  “Ring this when you are finished, before you get out.”

I took my time.  I enjoyed the scents and the warmth and the feeling of my own skin.  And when I finally finished I rang the small bell and sat back to wait.  He returned and helped me out of the tub, wrapping me immediately in one of the warm towels that were set aside.  The other he handed to me, laughing that he couldn’t possible do that “thing” that I do with the towel and my hair.  He dried me thoroughly, then again took my hand to lead me from the room.

There was a sheet laid out on the bed and my favorite lotion was laid out, I was surprised, but not disappointed to see the vibrator was out as well.  Candles were lit in every corner, the music was light, and I gladly laid down when he motioned me to…

Restrain & Train:

A night of sensory extremes, in pleasurable ways.  Consider it a challenge, to heighten my feelings, to make me feel things differently…

Bound spread eagle across the bed, blindfolded, cold toys and warm fingers alternating…

Hog-tied with toys strategically placed, making my pussy vibrate as I feel your cock rubbing the soles of my feet…

On my back with wrists and ankles bound together as your tongue and finger my ass…

Wrists bound to the bed, blindfolded as you slowly use the dildo on my ass, getting it ready to take your cock…

Making me cum in every other than I am used to…

Feeling your cum cover me everywhere other than my pussy…

Bound and blindfolded, listening to you watch porn and use me as a prop…

Used, but not dominated, taught but not punished, pushed in ways that I wouldn’t expect…

Serve:

You would be at my mercy.  And I can be very sweet, but I can be very demanding as well.  You would be used sexually, that is certain.  But also for the things I just don’t want to do, the things that I feel above doing at the time.  A sexual prop, an errand boy, a servant.  A footstool, a masseuse, a place to set my ashtray.  You would be used in many ways depending on my mood.  But one thing is promised.  You would have your face buried in my pussy often, and at least once it would be as I was having a cigarette and a whiskey by the window.

Three ideas, three prizes, any of which I would greatly enjoy.  I’ll let you know which I win.  I really have no idea which one he will pick, but he has had this picture on his desktop for awhile…

I skip through the story, I rush to the steam, I skip over everything and read the climax over and over fingers working with the words in my mind.  I like it fast and dirty.  I look for the stories that are so far beyond my experience.  I look for situations that I can’t even fathom in my real life.

That’s not necessarily what I like in real life, it’s not always what I write.  I laugh at my impatience often.  I wonder if other woman are the same way, rushing to the point of impact.

Similarly I wonder if others find themselves thinking things while fucking that may not appeal in real life.  The foulest of language, being called the filthiest of words, imagining whispers that aren’t there, unable to say them out-loud.  Thinking why?  Would I really want to be told these things, to be called these names, but getting wetter each time they are muttered in your imagination.

There are things that I think that I couldn’t utter, that I haven’t really written.  I’ve gotten close, but not crossed that line.  Simon is an amazing man, and would indulge any whim of mine, but often the whim is in the thought alone…

I can’t always understand why I don’t share.

Then there are the times when no thought of kink passes through my head.  When a simple fuck then sleep is enough, more than enough, and I wonder how is it I am the same person as I was when I was thinking such filth.

Just thoughts, emptying my head, before I look for my inspiration tonight…

The ride back from the airport would be our first time really together, in person, close enough to touch.  I think I would have to restrain myself, knowing all that I do about her.  I wonder to myself if she’ll be surprised, disappointed, excited.  The cab waits as instructed as I step out to pace.  I see her exiting, a medium suitcase in tow.  I had told her to bring something warm to wear, among other things.  The L.A. weather being significantly different than our own.

I almost panic and dive back into the cab.  I know she would be crushed, but it’s almost too much.  What if she is disappointed, what if I don’t come near her expectations or desires.  Then it’s too late.  She glances over and my arm shoots up in a wave.  Relief flows over me when a fantastic smile and wave respond.  I meet her halfway and we hug.  Friendly but lingering, feeling the curves, getting an idea of how we fit together.  We approach the cab and she seems somewhat surprised.  This is how we get around.  No car, no need for it.  I had worried about her responce for no reason.  “Fantastic, “she says, “they can be such a pain in.”

The ride to the cities passes quickly, conversation and laughter fills the cab, and soon we are like old dear friends, except with a little more spark.  A touch of the shoulder, or brush of a thing sends waves of excitement through me.  I can only wonder what it does to her.

We have options I tell her.  The weather, though brisk if actually quite beautiful.  It’s a far cry from L.A. but to me it’s almost spring like.  When we arrive at my place again, I am concerned with her thoughts.  I would have put her up in the best hotel in the city, but it just wasn’t an option at the time.  She knew that she was welcome to stay at our place, and if she didn’t want to then we would figure something out.  Again I was pleased at her sweetness.  My place was wonderful, different, comfortable.  She was looking forward to seeing everything I had to show her.  I would have thought she was just being gracious and kind, but as she took my hand and drew me into another hug I knew she meant it.  I couldn’t help but respond with a kiss.  Not chaste, but not lusty.  She responded just as I had hoped, moving her body close to mine and holding the kiss until I broke it.

A bit flustered by the kiss I have to focus.  I had promised this lovely woman a date, and I intended to follow through.  I smile as I tell her our plans.  A mid-date change of clothing will be needed, so we pack two small bags, essentially large purses and head out.  Today is a day of favorites, and firsts.  I want to share with her the places I love to go, as well as the ones I haven’t yet experienced.  We head out into the brisk cold, the sun high and moving fast, cameras and huge purses in tow.  It’s not far, I tell her.  We’ll be at the museum in just a bit of a walk.

And so our date begins   more to follow.

Slipping her shirt up over her head we giggle, thinking of the one too many margaritas at the restaurant down the road before our shopping trip.  A few drinks and shopping, all we had planned on, but as the drinks swirled and our laughter heightened the glances started to linger, and we were both wonder “when”.  We slink into the dressing room, designers in hand, much more than we intend to spend, and laugh like girls about our shopping adventures.  Both of us now in bras and panties I scold her.  You can’t wear a bra with that dress as she begins to slide into it.  Slowly I slip the straps down and un-hook the clasp, sliding my hands beneath it to slip off the shell of satin and lace.  Her head leans back as I brush against her nipples and I lean in to kiss her, thinking all the while, she knew she couldn’t wear a bra with that…but I’m glad she played it that way…

Their hotel room was fantastic, beautiful light, soft fabrics, perfect in every way.  “You Must see the bathroom” she says, pulling me through the suite, leaving the boys laughing and pouring drinks in the main room.  Amazing.  Huge stone shower that could easily fit four.  Shower heads lined the side, glass doors encasing the whole area.  “Wow” is all I can say, some of that was directed at the shower.  The rest was in response to her slipping out of her jeans and beginning to unbutton my shirt.  Within moments the room was filled with steam and we were close, her hands exploring me, and mine her.  Wet kisses and slippery bodies we almost didn’t notice the door open until a silhouette of two tall men appeared and a voice said “Ladies, you started without us.”

We didn’t expect to be out of the ordinary when we arrived, but even though it was a night set up for such things we received a few glances.  The music pounded as we made our way through the club, taking in the sights, adjusting to the public nature of our adventure.  They had been in more public arenas before, but it was different for us.  They looked amazing.  Him dressed to the nines, fantastic suit, great shoes, the perfect presence.  She looking both subdued and alluring, corseted and collared, amazing leather boots to match the leash that he held.  We weren’t dissimilar in many ways.  I was also corseted, except in a longer skirt and taller boots.  Simon was also in a suit, a rare thing in itself, but it was a unique night, and he would be out of much of it shortly.  We even had similar collars and leashes, the main difference being I held Simons, and his collar was almost hidden beneath his tie…

There are other thoughts, more details, more images.  But for now this will have to be a start.  We’ve made new friends, and I hope to get to know them further…

Across the laps of two men, wearing only bra and panties, I took the subtle touches, the gentle kisses, not reciprocating as much as absorbing.  I see the movie flash as I feel their warm hands, and my bra seems to disappear.  Kisses on my neck and breasts, caresses though my panties, over my thighs.  I let the mood wash over me and try to put any worry, any nerves out of my mind.

Gently, I’m pulled to me feet and led to the bedroom, where clothes disappear and mouths find each other.  Hands roam in the dark, moans combine, warm bodies connect.

In the morning I feel a chill on my arms but a warm man on each side of me, growing hard again against my soft skin, I snuggle closer to both and drift back to sleep…

And it was supposed to be a P.G. evening…

Surprisingly enough…a lot got done it was just WAY more fun than usual.

White button down, black bra, black panties, short plaid skirt. White stockings, Mary Janes, and pigtails.

Bent over his knee as he worked. Panties exposed. Wrists bound to the legs of his chair as he sat at the desk.

Feeling his hand on my ass and his cock pressed against my stomach.

We both have work to do, him more than me. I wonder if I would be more distraction than motivation.