Malflic

It was a warm spring day when after a nice long weekend, in a home that wasn’t ours. Quarters that had been a bit to close for comfort or more accurately over run and cramped and some usually well cared for needs that I needed met in the worst way went unattended.

The first time were had been alone, truly alone in 5 days was as we hit the Garden State Parkway heading toward the airport. Sure there the normal amounts of traffic surrounded us but my hand wondered. At first just a little and then a little more until I knew I was tempting fate moving beyond playful and teasing him mercilessly as we made our way on to the interstate toward the rental care return.

Ok I was just being a bitch, a tease, and the look of frustration on his face made me even naughtier as I reached over more often and didn’t waste even a second being coy but rather got right back to business. I wanted to make sure that a million hours later that day when we did finally get home no matter how tired we were there would be a few moments of unbridled passion. A good hard quick lust filled pent up fuck is better than a good night’s sleep with no fuck at all. It sort of had an appeal all its own and up against the wall as soon as the door closed possibility turned me on just little more. My mind began really racing.

Honestly as I kept reaching across and rubbing him I wondered about on the air plane. Could we steal away to the restroom for a few minutes some where along the 4 hours flight. A cramped quarters release with a line outside was the stuff of sexual conquests and air travel legends. Do they give a merit badge to members of the mile high club?

As those thoughts danced through my increasingly horny little mind I wondered if perhaps a few salacious whispers and a couple blankets could provide a suitable alternative release. His hands were so magical, all the time in the world with no where to be, touching lightly, teasing me to the edge and back again. The knowledge that chances were he would tease me mercilessly as payback. When or if he did finally let get off I’d have to sit still, pressed into the seat. Holding back the overwhelming cries of delight being nearly silent surrounded by strangers with more than my legs quivering as I glimpsed the paradise that such a build up to orgasm could provide.

“Would you stop it!” he finally said sounding less than happy and shooting me a look that was anything but pleased. So what’s a girl to do? Grab a hold through the boy’s jeans and rub that hard little head with the heel of her hand a little more while her fingers tease his denim clad balls that’s what.

It didn’t help his mood any but it certainly got his attention, since we almost missed out exit. Despite growing up here it is an exit I’ve never missed and well one that from what I’ve heard you don’t want to miss since the part of town you have to turn around in isn’t so nice or even worse you end up heading to close to the city.

So I behaved and kept to myself, a relative term, for a few minutes. No sense in pissing him off completely. Sometimes he gets so uptight about getting where he’s going. Instead once again I found myself thinking about how long it would be before we got home, might as well be forever. No reason to have to wait that long.

We did have an SUV with tinted windows. Hmm wonder if there is a cell phone waiting lot near by we could put the seat down and crawl in the back for just a few minutes. Hell even if we had to pay for an hour’s time in some remote airport parking lot it would be very well worth it. There was plenty of time before the flight; for an appetizer. Just when you think the sex in a car years are behind you find yourself at Liberty worrying about how to put the back seat down in a rented SUV and finding a desolate parking spot.

I must have been lost in those thoughts for a few minutes too long, crying out “no” as I realized we were about to turn into the return lot. He ignored me somewhat frazzled by the signs and maze of roads leading to that point, finally asking as we pulled over the metal spikes to keep you from ever leaving the lot again. “No what?”

That was it my fantasy had been stolen. We exited the car and a breeze danced over my legs forcing my colorful wispy spring skirt to hug my hips as I walked, hair blowing in the breeze. Well at least I’d look like I’d just been fucked with all the wind.

Sometimes if you are just horny enough, a little too aroused and on the edge of becoming truly frustrated you hit a point of no return. It might be a fantasy, it might be a diversion or as it was on that sunny afternoon it might be that you get need to get some, just a taste, no matter how little to take a little of the edge off.

I had hit that point of no return. The return center was dead, at the start of the week everyone was coming into town as we were leaving. He dutifully dragged our bag toward the down escalator.

Sauntering along alluringly in front of him, of course knowing he was watching each swaying stride.

Finally inside and taking the ride down the escalator, still at that point of no return. The look in his eyes all but declared there was no chance in hell. He was too wrapped up in the hassles and minutia of travel so I excused myself to the restroom to take care of a few things and matters into my own hands before getting on the air train to head to the terminal. After all why should I suffer?

Alone with the door locked behind me, as good as the first instant and playful touch felt I knew it wasn’t what I really wanted. Sure it could hold me over. Now more than my mind was truly purring and primed it was time to tempt fate as I weighed my options. There was no need to stop yet was there? After all I was already edging on a frantic wreck and in a moment of clarity I decide to rejoin him. It was his touch I really wanted, well not exactly his touch but that would do in a pinch.

I tucked my thong in my purse, just to make things a little more accessible later. Besides they had sequins on the front triangle and the top of the back and god knows if they’d set off the metal detector. All I needed was the tactile sensation of a pat down by a stranger to make things worse.

He waited patiently by the door and now making our way up to the train I wished I hadn’t stopped. Too late to turn back now. It was empty as we made out way toward the platform…”the next train will arrive in 4 minutes” the annoying red letters called out. I don’t know why but I made my way past the security person, past the benches and billboard to the far end of the station. As a few people milled about I stood shielded from their view, threw my arms around his neck and pressed against him. Perhaps the situation had been underestimated, my hand slipping between us to find a growing interest.

His eyes still said “no”, actually they looked more like they were saying “quit teasing me you cruel bitch, I will get even with you.” Not that his look in particular didn’t sound like fun either.

The train pulled up, the door opened and instead of entering the car right in front of us since there was some one in it I headed a few cars down to an empty one. Empty cars on the air train almost never happen let alone at 4:00 in the afternoon. He trudged along toting our bags. I sat on the open seats. He stood just inside the door.

Looking to be certain no one was too close before spreading my legs, lifting my skirt and flashing him. I just had to flaunt my silky smooth moist pussy. Sometimes I am such a shameless tease. It is amazing how a little kitty shot always gets his undivided attention.

“The doors are about to close and the train will be departing shortly” blared through the speakers. That’s when the most mischievous once in a life time opportunities came to me. Speed was of the essence.

I jumped to my feet, quite literally…we were still alone.

Pouncing not in his general direction but literally right at him our bodies collided as the doors began to close. We were all but guaranteed a few minutes of privacy. My hand on his zipper and the look on his face was so priceless as I lowered it. The train pulling away I whipped out a very erect member past his boxers and jeans just as we left the station.

“Fuck me” I pleaded with my most desperate of bedroom eyes and slutty tone as we cleared the station. Bending over to grab the silver railing in one hand and throwing my skirt onto my back with the other.

I almost came as he touched me there, entering not with a fevered desperate passion but with a slow, frustrating deliberate move. I drove myself onto him forcefully. “Harder” I cried out as he moved through me and back out again

Still playing slowly! Didn’t he know that the moment wouldn’t last as I looked up and out over the tarmack, the planes, the workers, all buzzing around in plain sight as he slid into and back out of me like we had all the time in the world.

As the Train began to slow I savored the view of the all the planes and people I could see and wondered if anyone had seen us. Not that I cared, as a matter of fact I hoped everyone we passed had caught a glimpse of what was going on. Being so daring excited me even more. All too soon I found myself tucking his fat cock back into his jeans and hoping for a few more seconds alone with him. This time we were joined by a host of people moving from one terminal to the next. Standing in front of him so we were touching but not obvious I waited and as the train pulled out I “fell into him” just a little.

I squirmed and wiggled catching my balance of course and brushed against him each time the train shifted. He leered and whispered into my ear “you’re going to pay for this”. I smiled and certainly hoped so.

One more stop and as the last person in the car with us left and the doors began to close he calm demeanor of before faded. No sooner than our car passed the station he attacked me. I was only too willing to welcome the not so subtle advance. A fevered fast and hard pace caused me to hold on for dear life as he fucked me savagely. I loved it.

Pounding away in those few moments I gasped, he only moved harder and faster. I moaned in delight at the sheer force he was exerting and panted from my own efforts. As we rounded the last turn not 30 seconds from the station I came so hard screaming in sheer delight. I didn’t care who heard or what they were wondering. I hope the heard and I hope they were wondering. He joined in the guttural sounds soon afterward exploding in a final series for hard deep thrusts to complete out little tryst.

We’ll have to look for this one on the internet he kidded as we headed down the escalator. Mumbling something about security cameras and that our little performance would make the best quickies of the year back in the TSA screening room. It could have mattered less the idea of being seen by people passing in cars and riding on planes was already a turn on but having it immortalized and watched over and over again made my blood boil with wonder and anticipation.

As we bordered the plane he grabbed a few blankets “Here you’re going to need these since I owe someone a little pay back” Grinning like the devil and I did he teased me mercilessly the entire flight home.

Why 118 seconds of bliss? Simple that is how long we had together alone on the train between terminal B & C, I wouldn’t trade those fleeting seconds for all the time in the world.

Written as a script this fun little role play features a true brat as the female lead and me playing her foil in the audio portion (available above on the pickle player).   Have a fun night and sse you in the moring with the next episode.

M = the male part
V= equals the female part (Victoria more accurately)

V- My mind is racing and before he’s even said a word I know just by my posture standing there boldly, not giving and inch, looking him squarely in they eye that I am tempting fate.

Tempting him, daring him to try to take me to that place that he wants so desperately to take me to and that maybe, some where that I’m not entirely willing to admit I might really like to go.

My heels level the stature playing field…slightly! My outfit is tempting enough to turn any man to putty, make them dance to my whims and not theirs, to give me absolutely anything I ever wanted…and so much more.

M- So I walked into the room and there she is waiting, One look tells me Oh so here we go again, she is in one of those moods, thinking I’ll back down thinking she holds all the cards, thinking that she’ll wear me down and be the one who really is in control. Not to night not unless she yells out the only thing that will make me stop, A safe word. Other wise all the begging and pleading and struggling in the world won’t help her until I decide it’s finished. Who cares if she’s had enough limits were meant to be tested, boundaries just like strong willed little sluts were meant to be broken.

V- “Ahh about time you got here I was afraid you wouldn’t show. That the possibility that it was entirely too much for your stiff stoic little mind to handle. I’m not you’re average girl you know.”

My words are bold and not until after the last one escaped my lips did I notice there was something different about him tonight. He seemed more like a statue cut from the most magnificent granite…hard and cold. But I still continued on as he crossed the long open room toward me. His foot steps are slow and hauntingly heavy, echoing loudly. His standard casual attire was missing, replaced with leather pants, a black T shirt and big black ominous boots. Still I taunted him.

“I’m not sure what you has in mind but playing war really isn’t doing much for me so an you lose the fifth infantry battalion shoes. I had other thing in mind.”

M- “That’s ok what I’m going to do to you tonight is a direct violation of the Geneva Convention.”

V- My mouthed opened before I thought. “Oh so you planned on playing war. Because on second thought I realized that you might be doing a gay biker impersonation of Johnny Cash.” Realizing his words were cold and his steps toward me slowed as I glared at him, daring him to try to come closer. I had backed him down so easily men really can be such simple little play things. And right when I was about to speak. To make sure he knew that no matter how the scene played out I was the one calling each and every shot.

He stopped. I stepped forward. He didn’t move. I moved closer again just one step. Maybe he really was just a beautiful statue since he was completely still and silent. So I batted my eyes and worked my way towards him again ever so slowly. Now we stood not more than 10 feet apart. I mocked him noticing the small black bag he was carrying “NICE PURSE! It even matches your outfit I’m so proud of you”.

Not a word, perhaps I wondered if I hurt his feelings men can be so soft and sensitive theses days. As I approached closing the last of the distance he smiled the most wicked little grin.

Finally his voice broke the silence

M - “That’s a good start. A very good start.”

V -What is? You standing still and silent. True some times I do like the strong silent type but not the still and silent type. It might be an indication of a lack of other skills, if you know what I mean.

M- “No the good start was that you already learned to come.”

V- and just then I realized that he had been in control all along, that I had played right into what he wanted but the game was far from over. “I plan on coming a lot”

M - “I bet you do. Hand!”

V- So I started to Clap (insert clapping) and then he snatched my hand right at the wrist. I pulled and put the other one behind my back quickly in an act of futile defiance. I’ll give him one thing he is a very strong man because as I pulled and all but hung my body weight from the limb he has seized and he didn’t so much as flinch holding me there like I was nothing more that a feather.

M- Now we are going to do this my way, every single second of it my way, and it will be a night you you’ll never forget.

V – “Unlikely” I bratted back at him. But as his grip tightened like a vice I could feel his warm flesh was indeed not stone now however his eyes were wicked in a way I had never seen before and he wore a sneer bordering on a grin. “I dare you to even try”. Bratting him once again

He let go of my wrist and it joined my other hand behind my back with such force that I stumbled backward, lost my balance, and crumbled in to a sexy heap on the floor.

M-”Strip”

V- Really had he become monosyllabic, “Hand! Strip!” Not much in the way of conversation to seduce a girl but hey I’ll play along in the name of a good time. So I found my way to my feet. Took another step or two back to make sure he had a really good view and started to move ever so slowly. Running my hand over my curves, a touch here, a little pat there, a shimmy a shake and a wiggle before reaching for the first buttons and then the second I drug our my little number for a good ten minutes before I got down to noting more than heels and panties.

M “So you only get one choice tonight. Which would you like first what’s in my bag or pocket first”

V “well a girl like me has to keep her options open. Is what’s in the bag bigger than what’s in your pocket?”

M “Of course it is. But you’re going to get both so pick”

V- Well I certainly hope so. So would I rather go from big to small or small to big?”

M- as I said your choice. Pick.

V- “let’s go with big first” and as I started toward him he tossed the bag at my feet. Completely unnecessary but I made the most of it, walked past the bag. Turned my back side towards him and bent over slowly and playfully making sure he was watching. The boy’s blood had to be boiling just watching me but to his credit he wasn’t letting it show. We’ll see how strong his will is when I get a little closer. And the second I looked toward the bag. CRACK right across my ass, and some where between the unexpected smack and the gasp I let out he swatted me again. So I snatched the bag stood up and was about to set things straight.

M- Put them on NOW!

V- What the fuck was that!

M - not even the start now open the bag and put them on or I will.

V- Opening the bag I saw four thick red leather cuffs with glistening d rings that could keep an aircraft carrier docked. These weren’t sex shop novelty items they were the real thing. Pushing him a little bit more “I won’t and you can’t make me” And with that he swallowed me in his arms and wrestled me to the ground before I knew what was going on I was face down with a hand behind my back and one cuff almost on.

I struggled and he spanked me again to get my attention. For one reason or another I kept struggling and when I reached back with my other arm to cover my now stinging and searing hot ass he grabbed that hand and put the cuff on.

.. –>[if !supportLists]–>V- .. –>[endif]–>Bastard

M – YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT A BASTARD I AM, BUT YOU’RE GOING TO FIND OUT!

V- Well I’m not sure if you’ve ever been tackled, pinned to the ground naked, smacked and cuffed. It can be quite the experience but I wasn’t going to give in that easy he was going to have to work for my respect. So always being the consummate brat I protested and told him “I dared you to make me put on the ankle cuffs”.

M – Fine have it your way.

V – The next sound was of a karabiner working its wicked little magic and then he picked me up like a rag doll. I just love it when that happens and set me back up on my feet. About the time that same time he managed to take a hold of my arms and lock the two cuffs together in front of me.

Guess I still haven’t learned since I decided to tell him “that was stupid now I couldn’t put the other cuffs on if I wanted to”

M – “Oh you can and you will. You just need a little proper motivation”

V - about that time he reached for the bag and unzipped a few sections I had over looked. He began pulling out an assortment of wicked little things that left nothing to the imagination. It was quite certain what they were for and more importantly that he intended to use each and every one of them on me.

So I decided to rethink my approach and took a seat, trying not to come crashing down. He just stood there and watched as I fumbled with my bound hands to collect the cuffs, contort my body and put them around my ankles.

He towered in the distance watching with wicked delight as I struggled. Looking at me and the picking up some biting little implement or another seemingly at about the exact second I was going to give up or say something.

Finally with both of them in place I rolled from my bottom to my knees and before I could reach forward to balance my self to stand he stepped right in front of me.

.. –>[if !supportLists]–>M- .. –>[endif]–>See a little motivation always helps, but don’t think you’re getting off that easy. Besides I like the position you’re in. Kneeling at my feet seems to suit you.

V- “Don’t get used to it won’t last for long.”

M- That’s right it won’t I have other uses for you. It seems we have forgotten something oh yes the thing in my pocket,

V- So with that he pulled out a long black silk scarf. I felt its soft coolness as he covered my eyes. In the darkness I could feel my skin tingling, the stimulation fading ever so slightly from our earlier encounter, the hard leather of the cuffs against wrists and the weight of it against my ankles. He helped me to my feet and led me across the room, down what I imagined to be the hall and into who knows where. He clasped my legs wide to something very solid.

Leaned me forward slightly and uncuffed my hands placing each of my fingers around a cold metal bar. As I griped it tightly the sound of chains ensuring my hands stayed in place echoed through my mind.

I waited and heard foot steps come and go. No doubt how he had left me he was collecting all those cruel devices I say him handling so eagerly in the other room.

M- Is there anything you’d like to say before we really begin

Victoria- Considering my options and for once choosing my words very carefully I stood silently.

M- Well?

Victoria- “You’re going to have to make me” and before I could finish the sentence he tore the last stitch of clothing off my body in one violent unapologetic pull. I screamed out “I’m yours, do what ever you want to me, I want and need you to. I want to submit”

Finally we were getting somewhere good and things hadn’t even really started yet.

Welcome back ! This post finds us at the mid point in kink week and nothing like starting the second half of anything off right. Hopefully after this you’ll be heading off to bed but not sleep since you’ll certainly be very hot and bothered after this little tale of lust and sensation play on the audio delivered by another special guest who is an extremely talented and popular writer of her own accord The Naked Nurse.

Be Sure to visit her at her own site theOfficialNakedNurse.com and to hear the audio visit malflic.libsyn.com or  in the pickle player above.  Her voice is really something special and I can’t thank her enoughfor taking her time to do this for me.

Standing there, exposed in oh so many ways. Vulnerable in ways that can not be seen, and could never be expressed in words. Images of his toned shirtless torso and handsome face moving through the darkness swim through my mind like a raging river. Each step causing him to dance between the shadows and flickering candle light in the distance mysteriously as he approaches me again, after what had felt like an eternity.

His eyes are filled with and unquenchable desire for me, and only me. No one else matters, no one else even exists for these all too few moments. My body already warm with anticipation melts into him as we touch, pressing every inch of my being against him, hoping that he knows and can fill my every unspoken need.

It’s a heat that soon enough will give way to a torrid embrace and overwhelming sensations as his arms swallow and draw me closer. His lips warm, and soft, and wet kiss my neck.

I taunt and tease with my subtle yet suggestive movements, the anticipation growing even faster than my arousal. His hands dance across my skin knowingly, over my sensuous hips, barely a tickle, a finger tip traces up my back, and along my arm. I shudder in delight knowing there is so much more to come.

The soft touch of his finger tip slowly fades, giving way to the gentle taunting caress of his large strong hands, moving, ever so slowly up the entire length of my legs, across my bottom and to the small of my back. I could suffer this forever fate forever drinking in his admiration, a goddess, his goddess and the all consuming source of his passion

A whisper in my ear, a few words that floated in the air just before his hand playfully smacks my ass. The echo of his flesh against mine bounces through the room and before I can savor that feeling, the tingle, the subtle sting that only heightened my sensations as I wait. And wait for another but instead his hands find my breasts he presses into me from behind. Oh those magical hands so large, strong, firm, and knowing. They move me in a way that only his hands ever could. I moan deliciously filled with delight as he teases my ever hardening nipples.

I wait for what I know is coming, what I wish he would get to. Seconds pass slowly, each sensation drives me in to ecstasy. Still he’s taunting me with his hands, teasing me with his caress and then as the excitement builds and I begin to lose hope my nipples find themselves between his fingers; he pinches. My unbridled delight escapes me lips.

Now rolling their hardness between his thumb and for finger the pinch begins to bite in such a delicious way. I grind into him and his grip tightens, controlling me with only his finger tips, my knees weaken but he’s holding me firmly. I find myself swaying, rubbing my ass against his growing lust, wanting something so much deeper instead. Moaning in delight, hoping he’ll continue, I feel myself getting wetter, my heavy breaths all but scream out to him that he’s taken me to the edge.

His hands soften and touch me gently again, in that area where my breasts meet my torso, it sends chills through me then I feel him moving away. Pressing back into him, how can he not know what I want? What I need. His hands dancing all over me, back down my legs, tracing with a finger nail here, a finger tip there just enough to make me wild with desire, a playful pat, a lick and a nibble. His body teases mine as he moves to my side.

“Close you eyes” he instructs me. And his touch is gone. But it is like I can feel him and as I steal a peek he is standing there in front of me, so strong and handsome. Looking into my eyes, his hands rest on my hips before moving across my stomach and he takes my hardness between his fingers again squeezing.

He steps backward and I follow, he does it again, and again I follow, this dance continues until we find ourselves alone in a candle lit room. Still he only teases, a playful touch, a brief rough pinch, a soft caress watching my eyes closely, seeing through them into my soul, my hopes, my lust, and my desires.

He takes my hands in his and then slowly places them on my chest. My own touch excites me even more, knowing that his can attend to other things.

“Close your eyes” his voice instructs me. And with one last glance before shutting them not only is he mine but I am with out a doubt entirely his.

“No peeking” I murmur my consent to those terms all the while wondering what he has planned. And then again his hands are gone. I can feel him, still so close. A shuffling step, a rustling sound, something sliding, every sound amplified, each sensation heightened, I am so very alive. Standing there eyes shut and waiting.

My eyes open! I’m startled as the wax hits my chest, its running over my breasts as he continues to pour I start to come. Our eyes meet and he touches me again, roughly, pinching, my legs quiver, our lips meet, our tongues dance, his hands wonder south and send me even deeper into my orgasm.

My screams of pleasure fill the silence of the night…and we’ve only just begun.

The First bed time edition of Kink week begins with double edition first a poetic and a Playful Little Flirtation Between lovers “Toy with me”.   Kink isn’t always tie me to the bed post sometimes it is the subtle things, the words, the glances, and all the other hidden exchanges that make everything so delicious.

Then we move on to a rope bondage piece “Tiny Little Lines” focused on the caress, the tease and sensations as you surrender to your lover will and whims. The Audio featuring my Chesty Blonde can be found on the pickle player above or by visiting http://malflic.libsyn.com

TOY With ME

The Chesty Blonde = Standard text

Malflic = Italics

Keep me wondering in a magnificent state of disarray and lust filled intoxication. Wondering if you are thinking those wonderful dirty little things I am. Wondering if the give and take that is so electric is about to ignite.

Visions of you dance in my mind even when you’re not near, in a way that consumes who I was and creates who I want to be. And merely steps away you sit there indifferently, pretending not to notice how my blood boils and my souls laments in the way only a poet can express and a lover could understand.

I can’t tell from across the room if you even know exactly what I’m thinking, if you have even the slightest inkling, or the faintest understanding of how insanely hot the fire you’re playing with is.

A specter of my lust and temptress who casts her wicked little spell over me. One who can’t even begin to fathom the power she has, or worse yet one who knows exactly everything she possesses

How a simple unintentional spark could send your life careering into a place you never imagined. Into a world of whispers, shadows and unspeakable desires, a world where the inferno I create has consumed and left wrecked many lesser men.

Noticing even from this cursed distance the possibilities, each subtle soft curve of your Devine form, every deep intoxicating breath, the shimmer of your lips that pales in comparisons to the desire that beats for you in my wicked and jaded little heart.

Coyly you glance my directions, your subtlety does not even begin to discourage my desire, it feeds it causing the needs to rise up to a point of a tension an unintended catalyst that sets everything in motion. Or was that the idea the entire time as I sat with osthers, isolated from you , uniformed of your thoughts, feelings and intentions.

Oh the thing you cause me to think, the very things that would lead us both to the edge of our human desires and dare taunt all that is beyond them with Thoughts and things that would make a whore blush and nations to damn me for thinking them. But none of that matters as I wait for you to come closers to abandon them and find a reason to escape with me into the cool cover of the night, into the shadows, and into what I desire most that can only ever be shared with you

Waiting and hoping that the time would arrive when something, anything a glimmer of hope, a sign of intention, a possible second to escape for how ever brief an interlude would appear. Fleeting seconds, cursing fate, despising the gods of carnal desire What I wouldn’t give, the sins that I would commit. If only you knew. If only you had taken the time to grace me with your attention, to dance in the movements of my desire, to walk with the deities of lust and passion, to fade into the shadows screaming in the night, howling with delight, made with ecstasy and wanting to do anything, and everything you ask…and so much more….instead

You remain distant, not cold but certainly not warm as I long for your touch, your kiss on my lips your breath on my and you body against mine.

But you just sit there and Toy with me And so I wait.

The audio portion will be up a little later this evening (around 9:30 central or as soon as the lighting storm passes I have this thing about electronics and head phones during electrical storms) to accompany the written post. It features my other English Vice “the Key Limey” and her lovely voice making her second kink week appearance.

Have a good bed time and a long fun filled sleepless night.

Some things no one knows. Not even you. Some words can not be said not ever, not even once because the story they tell can never be untold.

Dancing so precariously close to the edge, that a single misstep could end it all, I delight in that danger…it excites me. It is what I crave yet you tease, so very slowly, nothing hurried, everything in due time, taking its time to get to what ever place you so long ago determined you would take me. Unlike you I am not in control and never know where this road will lead. It could be heaven and all that it has to offer or it could be hell.

Melting into each sensation, posed like a doll. A doll subject to your whims, your desires and your mercy, and like a doll I feel cherished, the undivided attention of these modest, even though silent and speechless moments creates emotions that I can’t explain much like those words that can never be spoken. Feelings and desires that I could not ever dare express provide not a hint or indication in the least that what is happening is some much more than it seems.

That edge precarious and alluring edge is coming up on me, I stand poised so close to it that a heavy breath or slight breeze might cast me in to the abyss. Into a sea of things that once they’ve begun can not be stopped.

Stoic, I wait savoring each touch as the rope moves across my skin wrapping me tightly in their caresses. Holding me just so, every pass and each sensation building upon the last. Inside I want to scream. Outside I want to treble and shake but I remain as still as the dead of night and peer into your eyes, endlessly.

I do as is expected trying not to inch closer or tell you what I’m feeling is a ravenous hell, fighting back the urges to be there, against you. No longer just a doll posed for her own good or your amusement, no longer a play thing to be cast aside to wait in the darkness until a need arises, no longer something insignificant but a living breathing passionate soul who will become so very real in an instant.

Somewhere in those moments of indecision and misdirection my mind wondered into the depths of my own darkest depraved desires. It contemplated the things that were and the things that should not be. I swam in the lust of all things spoken and the unspoken desires that I dared not even dream of until then.

I pulled, but could not move. I opened my eyes but could not see. Breathing deeply I barely filled my lungs as the ropes caressed me tightly. Their embrace now excited me as I waited for your touch to join theirs. The feel of them against my entire being while waiting for your hands on my body, your lips against mine and all the other sinful possibilities.

It was in those dark lonely moments for the first time ever I let it all go every worry, every hang up, and needless concern. And there still on display, not knowing what was happening around me, as you made me wait for what felt like 3 eternities…I surrendered to you so very completely in every way.

Waiting for the unimaginable intensity.

Waiting for my reward, waiting for my release.

It’s so hard to capture that first feeling as every last stitch is removed. Then again that delightfully arousing nervousness is only the beginning. Soon with any luck you will become a living work of art, a muse, an inspiration…perhaps for something that isn’t quite so pure but will take you as close to being divine and make you feel alive in ways that words could never explain.

Your now naked flesh is waiting to become a canvas, and the anticipation is killing you as you see the rope sliding through their hands their eyes looking deeply into yours. There will be no surprise everything they intend to do to you is in plain sight. You go along willingly wishing they would just begin and stop taunting you the anticipation melts as the first wraps go around your wrists; and then another, and another until they are secured.

Snug but not to tight, your eyes meet and the intensity grows instantly as you are led across the room, to be put on display. Pulling to test what can and can’t be done, the pressure on your wrists intensifies. They look at you and laugh softly as you realize now that you are at their mercy.

You watch as the long ropes are un curled, straightened, and connected with as they run through their hands. A connection that soon enough will be felt by you as you are wrapped from under your aroused chest, breasts resting on the first few ropes, all the way down below your navel.

Each pass gripping you tightly, every line lying smoothly across your stomach next to the previous one. The ropes are drawing you in, restricting your breath…just a little, accentuating you shape. They stand behind you, their hands brushing over your skin gently, slowly working their wonderful magic. Finally the ropes reach the top of your hips and are tied off beautifully.

You wish you could see yourself, from the front and from behind. While you were feeling each pass against your skin and the sensations they cause as you breathe and twist to make them rub against each other, and against you.

Their hands linger like a knowing masseuse, keeping the connection between the two of you and the fibers you share. Standing back they admire their work on your form, you pull against your restraints…to no avail. They smile wickedly back at you knowing the peril they’ve placed you in. Breathing in deeply every inch of rope around your waist moves with you, caressing your skin, heightening your desire.

You wonder if this is the end, but it is only the beginning as they bind your swelling breasts with tight thin ropes that form perfectly round balls and then they tease your nipples…cruelly as you moan in delight from their kisses and their nibbles.

You moan again longingly as you writhe in the cruelty of a hard merciless pinch to this all too sensitive and aroused. An otherwise gentle slap sends you reeling deep inside the sensations of everything that is touching you as they continue to tease, and torment you at will.

Leading you to the edge of orgasm and then denying you that pleasure. Taking you there again and again denying you the release over and over. You struggle and pull against your cuffs in frustration, the ropes bite into your wrists firmly. You wiggle and move against your lover pleading for their touch, to return and your breasts cry out from the tightness and your torso to your hips shudders from the friction…you melt into each of these…begging to come.

Pleading for your release. As your hands are untied and soon after you’re led to the edge of a heavy oak chair. Your lovers hands circle your thighs with the first pass of rope, and then the second and on and on until a wide cuff caresses both of your legs. Now for your wrists and they draw on your skin with even more beautifully colored rope slowly wrapping and tying and fixing until a gauntlet up each appears from just above the writs to just below the elbow. Now those new ropes that are adorning your body sit there waiting to be put to use as your lover caresses you, teases you to the edge and just in the very second you thought that the tease would end in delight it stopped. Leaving you more aroused and desperate than moments before.

They guide you gently forward. And you kneel on the thick padded seat, Thighs tied to the old ornate wooden legs, the gauntlets securing you arms to the arms of the chairs and nor your are on display with your ass pushed backwards and waiting for your lovers every little whim.

They enter you, slowly and you delight in the sensation. Filling you fully, each deep thrust and the building frantic pace sending you into the sensation of their long fat cock sliding through you, the ropes dancing across your body with each breath, even the slightest move causes an entirely new symphony of friction and ecstasy. You cried out into the night and all the waiting for orgasm seems suddenly worth it.

Reaching a point of being thoroughly used and finally well satisfied. Yours arms are untied. And then your legs. You find yourself with unsteady feet with quivering legs. As each knot is lovingly undone as your lover kisses and pets you. Drowning you in gentle affection, admiration and worship. You are still swimming in the sensations, once again in a place without words.

Your breasts are unwound and with each undone pass their sensations change and morph into it’s own kind of pleasure. Your hips, waist and torso are set free and as the last rope fall to the floor you have never been so naked. So empty, so un-stimulated as you are in the moment. You are fragile, and tittering on the brink of exhaustion.

You are more naked than when you stood there fully exposed. Walking across the room on shaky legs, and with a tired soul you catch your reflection…it is you in all your glory, with a looked on your face of a sexual goddess. Suddenly you realize that you aren’t really naked the ropes have just given way to all those wonderful tiny little lines that circle your skin, that serve no other purpose than as a reminder to what you just felt for a few fleeting seconds…those marks that are decorating your flesh are real and tactile. Your finger caress them. They will fade long after you are dressed and gone but until they do they are a reminder of those few fleeting seconds of quivering flesh, intense surrender and your own fleeting divinity.

Well that and really good sex.