Moochie’s Mementos (and a pic or two)

She wanted to say something
About the way this felt.
She wanted to tell him about the weight that felt like it was pulling her further into the bed with each addition.
She wanted to scream out obscenities when the links shifted wrong inside and a pinch would send a ‘bolt throughout her.
She mostly wanted to cry to him about the stretching, the accommodating, taking him into her with each link - about how much she loved him for it.
 
He pressed the chain in, link by link
It started to get difficult
So he started to ask more from her body.
With the thumb of his free hand,
He ran his fingers over her pink, stretched tissue and up to her button.
He knew how to rub her right,
How to get her so close to coming when she thought she couldn’t ever come again, anymore,
And he knew how to use this power when it was his hand making its way inside her,
So he would use it now for that same goal with the chain.
 
I’m sorry!!! I need to sleep... which means I will have to continue this when I wake. Sorry for the inconvenience. 💜
 
I’m sorry!!! I need to sleep... which means I will have to continue this when I wake. Sorry for the inconvenience. 💜

It has been a delight and this is such a wonderfully teasing place to stop. Rest well with chain filled dreams. (Or should it be dreams of being chain filled)
 
I’m sorry!!! I need to sleep... which means I will have to continue this when I wake. Sorry for the inconvenience. 💜

No need to apologize. You have done a fantastic job of creating this captivating, erotic story while "Live" online. :heart::heart::heart::heart:
 
Her tears of mixed feelings started and stopped as he slowed.
Damn, it felt so good
And
Damn, did it hurt to be stretched by so much weight.
She loved when he started touching her.
It was like he read her mind.
He was always spot on when it came to reading her body language.
Perhaps that’s why he wanted her to be silent tonight?
He wanted to focus on her body’s reactions!
She smiled, closed her eyes, and let herself feel his thumb circle her.
 
He felt her body shift as he got her so close, and abruptly
He stopped using his thumb,
And he stopped pushing in the links.
He looked to her face, seeing the determination there,
He told her “not yet.”
Then he stood up from his position,
Moved her closest leg out of the way,
And got up on the bed between her legs.
He knelt there facing her, seeing her filled, stretched -
He smiled thinking of how his next movement would probably feel to her,
About how much pain she was already enduring for him.
There was a small handful of chain left outside of her.
He took it in his palm and placed it on her abdomen,
It pressed and ran over her clit
As he slowly pulled out a single link.
 
She couldn’t help but moan
As the hard metal pressed against her and slid out.
Everything between her legs was a new sensation of heat and pulling and so full.
The relief and resettling with each link he pulled was a torture she was loving.
Writhing, yet staying with her legs spread,
Eyes on him when her strength allowed her to open her eyes and lift her head,
Wrists pulling against the knots.
“Fuuuuccck...”
She had already let her mouth moan it before she realized it was a word.
Her eyes quickly opened and she looked at him in terror.
 
“Uh oh. You know, I don’t really want to do this, but you make me a liar if I don’t now that you broke tonight’s big rule.”
He smiled out of mischief.
He had been half hoping she would be unable to say a word, and the other half of him craved her to.
He covered his smile with a stern, prepared face as he stood on the bed,
He placed his right foot on her inner thigh,
And, leaning down, grabbed hold of the handful of chain that was outside of her still.
He looked up at her face, watching as she puzzled out what he was about to do.
 
She felt as his heel dug into her thigh
And the end of the chain lifted and moved taught.
Her scream of fear came as he started to count.
“One.”
Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck!
“Two.”
Was he really going to do this to her? No, no he couldn’t. He couldn’t do this. Fuck, he was going to!!
“Three.”
Yes he could.
She felt him yank hard
The painful pleasures tingled through her as the links flew out.
 
He pulled that chain like he was starting up a lawnmower
And he watched as she flailed.

The hip he wasn’t pinning rose off of the bed.
She was his goddess in that moment,
As her body, unsure how it should react, shuddered and came in a whole new way.

He was so hard for her,
Feeling himself, his need to be inside her overcame everything else.

He tossed the dripping chain to the floor and got back down to his knees,
Placing his hands on her hips, he pressed himself between her stretched, wet lips,
Feeling the last of her orgasm as spasms around his cock.
 
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You are so damn cute !!!
 

Good to see you making sure Manny has some fun too

That story was amazing. The though not of a chain, shiny and new and slightly greasy but of one carelessly tossed into the back of a disused tool box makes the image both clear and beyond erotic. And I can see how your writer's space makes this high level of story-telling inevitable.

Nice undies
 
I keep trying to walk away

But there’s this tether that tightens and reminds me

There is nowhere else to go.
 
Thank you, everyone. I should probably reply to all of your kind comments and compliments more often, but I just don’t have the energy most days, and I don’t half-ass things (unless it’s on purpose). I’m sorry.
 
I keep trying to walk away

But there’s this tether that tightens and reminds me

There is nowhere else to go.

I'm fairly certain I totally missed the boat on this one. (Time for me to shut up.)


Thank you, everyone. I should probably reply to all of your kind comments and compliments more often, but I just don’t have the energy most days, and I don’t half-ass things (unless it’s on purpose). I’m sorry.

Sweet, sexy, smart lady. You never need to say your sorry. :rose:
 
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