Little Rituals (a story thread)

He's breathless on the phone and I can tell by the tone that I have teased him to the point of near exhaustion. He's an exhibitionist, and more than willing to show me his appreciation for the things I write. He has a way of challenging me to come up with newer and more exotic ways of being erotic ...not just sensual but downright raunchy nasty and fucking erotic. So to keep pace with him...well its fun and has me totally hooked. We are both in the middle of a thunderstorm ...a classic irony of geography and mother nature's perverted sense of humour. So I asked him if he'd like me to read my work to him sometime and I got a very exuberant response...and this is what I was thinking of....

Are you starting a new story?

I told him on the phone to act this out as I described it, and then get back to me on it..and this is a particular fantasy that has been floating around in my head for several days so please pardon the free form nature of it ...

I asked him to prepare himself by following the instructions for anal in the how to forum. I felt they were clear and concise enough so when he came to my house ...my roomie mercifully gone to Los Angeles for the weekend, he would be ready. He was ready...the heat was stiffling and the humidity was horrible as the storm clouds built and the thunder rolled and boomed across the valley. Desert thunderstorms are spectacular in their ferocity and I intended the power of this one to pack a serious punch in both the physical and metaphysical planes. A little backstory, I'd sent him a nice dildo, since getting such things in bumfuck southern states was a tad bit difficult. We'd joked about christening it, but neither one of us was drunk enough or daring enough to actually come up with an idea and we both wanted something special for its first use...hence this fantasy and concept. So back to the story fantasy whatever...

sunstruck said:

Are you starting a new story?

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mmmm what does it look like cutie?

So he arrives at my house in the failing light and off to the south the fireworks are really starting as the storms move across the desert...you can see the rain curtains clearly and smell the moisture even though the water is evaporating before it can hit the ground. There is a slight northerly breeze that causes the palm trees to clack together in that bone crunching sound and I am hoping for a brown out actually. We watch the storm coming from my backyard drinking tequila shots and sweating. The heat is consuming, but the storm, instead of being ennervating, thrills me. I can feel the power of it on my skin and know this will be quite the light display tonight. Another mulitibranched fork of lightening illuminates the tequila coloured clouds and slowly as darkness falls we become looser with each other. I have prepared myself for this ritual, setting up my bedroom in a proscribed pattern for sexual magic. Everything I do here after a certain point translates back to my distanced lover. Using the power of the storm to up my amperage so to speak, he should find my ritual to be most enlightening and entertaining...

Rhys said:

mmmm what does it look like cutie?

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It looks like you're starting a new story. But I didn't want to assume.

sunstruck said:

It looks like you're starting a new story. But I didn't want to assume.

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shh. get your popcorn and sit back and relax. subscribe. it'll be good I promise

So the tequila on the empty stomach works its fluidity on my courage and I grin at him. He looks melted, curly and adorable...and he no longer fidgets...in fact he's taken on that feral ferocity that I've seen via webcam. He lays back on the chaise and smiles slightly as the first droplets of rain splash down onto the deck. I get up and retreat to the cool house for a few minutes gathering up the last articles needed for my christening. I come around the backside of the patio and open the sliding glass bedroom doors silently. Stealthily I come in behind him and place my chilly fingers on the back of his neck. To his credit, he doesn't jump, but he knows to expect the unexpected around me. I lean down and breath in his ear "are you ready for me?" He doesn't answer, only nods yes and I see him swallow hard. I run my fingers through his hair ruffling it, caressing the scalp and he shuts his eyes. I can feel the shudder of longing pass through him and into me and I smile. The light has faded only that of the storm illuminates much, and I completely block it for him by placing a blindfold over his eyes. He shivers again but submits to my touch. I can see that he is already reacting, his nipples stiffening beneath his shirt. I'd love to bite them but it will have to wait just a few more minutes. I pull him up and guide him through the dark house. I've lit all my candles, and I love the soft glow of flickering light on bare skin. I pull him to the bathroom and strip him bare as the day he was born. He again submits gracefully and I am proud of him for not wearing underwear. I am also delighted to see that he shaved for me, his scrotum smooth and delicate. He's already hard and I have to concentrate and not get absorbed in marveling at him. He's got a cock I could spend days in zen contimplation of, but that's another story altogether. I've repaired the bathroom to its former tiled glory and replaced the previous garden tub with a monster that can easily fit both of us. The candles flicker on the water and the rain has begun to tap significantly on the sky lights and I guide him into the water, and he makes some small noise, a moan or a sigh I can't be sure but I think he appreciates the hypnotic warmth of the water. I keep him blindfolded while I drape large soft bathtowels on the warmer and quietly join him, sitting down in the fragrant swirling water behind him. I planned this out all the way to include the elements of my spell...and it is my idea to enchant him completely...

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Sex magic spells are not hard to perform when you have both partners present but this is a fantasy...so the power of the storm takes the place of the partner...just a bit of magical information for those interested. So to continue...I put together the spells with care.....before filling the tub I drew the sacred symbol of the star within the circle in the oils I'd specially blended for this purpose. Olibanum for the sacred nature of this rite, cedarwood for purification as well, lemongrass and just a few drops of patchouli and jasmine for the earthiness of sexuality and romance. I'd also begun burning sandlewood incense, and dropped a handfull of sea salt into the water. A few deep red rose petals from my garden and a single can of coconut milk for the moisture and just how damn good it feels on the skin and I had a dozen or so small votives burning around the tub. Almond soap and a straight razor completed the picture. I dripped water down his back and he shivered again...and I kissed the back of his neck. He was delectable, and I ached to taste him but...

Outside the windchimes bonged as the wind began to rise, the storm gathering force. Inside the storm was contained and waiting beneath the skin as I bathed him gently...

I washed his hair with a rosemary and mint shampoo selected again for its properties and he shut his eyes, so warm and pliant. His cock was stiff, sticking out of the water like a periscope and I was amused. He allowed me to bathe him completely and he only gasped slightly when I crawled around the front of him and began shaving the hair from his pectorals. I worked carefully all the way down his stomach to his upper thighs leaving his skin bare and fresh. He could be mistaken for a swimmer now, with his shining skin and faint tan. I quickly went about my own ablutions while he laid back on his elbows and slowly stroked his cock. I grinned as I knew he was doing that to tease me...and knowing the magic between us was powerful and that he could make my cock twitch just by stroking himself...and the temptation to fuck him right then and there was so strong ...

*quietly steps in*
*looks around*
*s i g h s*
*subscribes*
*quietly leaves*

When I'd get him on the phone and whisper every dirty damn thing I could think of, one of things I would do to him was kiss his cock goodnight before disconnecting. He lay there in the water, idly stroking himself and it was like all the nights on the webcam only so much better. I leaned down and kissed the head of his cock and he jumped and sucked in his breath. I laughed in delight because he'd obviously gotten very relaxed and that's what I'd wanted. I turned on the over head shower head in a gentle cycle and we might as well have been outside in the rain. He laughed then his laughter turned to a soft hungry moan as I reached up and guided the shower head down between his legs. I pushed back his knees and let the jets of water sluice between his thighs and vibrate his balls. He moaned again as I directed the water against his asshole. I wanted to taste his lovely cock again so, I leaned forward and took the head into my mouth while moving the shower head around the crack of his ass. I licked away the cream collecting in his slit and he reacted this time by squirming, and gripping the sides of the tub. He stood stiffly at attention and was clearly more than ready. I stopped the water and got out. He had this abandoned expression on his face that I wanted to rectify immediately. I drew him out of the tub, still guiding him as he was blindfolded still and wrapped him in a warm towel. I had blended together some oils, not just for their magic properties but for their scentual eroticism. Patchouli and coconut in a specific carrier oil becomes a trick to the nose, and transforms into chocolate mint. I had carefully prepared this concoction on the last full moon with rose quartz crystals in the jar as well. I poured this mixture liberally on my hands and began stroking him...first his back and buttocks, kneading the firm fleshy rounds that I wanted desperately to bite but held off, and working down the backs of his thighs to his calves and ankles. I repeated the action on his chest, pausing only to tweak his nipples and hear his sharp intake of breath. I did not oil his cock, as I had yet another preparation for that but I knew the vision of his thick glistening rod would nearly drive me over the edge. I had to shut my eyes and fight it off, fight down the savage hunger the starvation for him had caused...

*bump*

I quickly towled off myself and guided him to my bed. The huge dragon candlelabras by the sides of my bed held large white cathedral tapers. They produced a great deal of heat so I cracked the window away from the storm's fury to let in the cooler rain kissed air. The entire bed was our altar. On the headboard I had placed necessities like lubricants and toys. Two pink candles in crystal holders refracted their mellow light on to the bed. The sheets, clean and fresh from the dryer and smelling faintly of lavender and sandlewood, tawdry and soft leopard print. I'd tucked the pillows and the other blankets onto the ottoman at the end of the bed, and in my lust, had contimplated fucking you by throwing you over the rolled velvet arm. But, I controlled myself, thinking that I would do that to you...sometime.
I pulled you down into my cocoon and kissed your sweet lips, tasting that lower lip that enthralls me so, sucking it into my mouth and licking your chin...

Lightening arched across the sky the vivid streaks clearly visible through the skylights and the half moon window above my bed. You are illuminated, glistening, glowing softly like a fallen star in my bed and I am thrilled that you are here...I want to touch all of you and taste your skin...and you are slick and so warm. Your body responds to the softest touch. I have a feather that I kept for this purpose and I reach over and snag it from my familiar who is now cruising the base of the bed and adding her comments. The insistant meowing gets a laugh from you and she joins us on the bed, if only to take a swat at the feather and your nose before I remove her with a pat. I trace light circles on your chest with the feather, slowly invoking the power of air into the ritual, humming faintly while I let it drift over your nipples and down to your cock...brushing lightly chinese calligraphy writing names and places and dates into your skin future past and present invoking time and space to bend for me...bend and knit two separate universes together...

Bending and curling a mobius strip of warping space ...curling like the tendrils of incense floating to heaven, curling like your hair as the humidity builds in the room and I run my fingers through it feeling its silky fineness, like down...and you shiver...

I can almost see you now in my mind's eye ...following my instructions laying on your bed the candles glowing and the storm raging outside your window, you close your eyes and moan and arch your back and I am feeling you...feeling your connection to me and the sensation is so strong...seizing us and binding us together...and I move to the next element in the ritual...

there are speakers in my room high atop the banyan tree, and I pull your blind fold off and you gasp at my domain. Set design talents yield strange and wonderous things in this magical garden that is my bedroom. The tree, that holds the dresser and its branches the speakers sends curls of ivy spinning over the ceiling and tiny lights erupt in showers of meteors dancing with grace and flowing down to the walls where panthers lurk...this is where the wild things are. Glowing eyes look out at you from the darkness...is it some trick or are there really giant cats lurking there? The smaller one knows, she has climbed the tree and looks down on us observing our lovemaking with interest...and you can almost see her smiling in the darkness...

soft sound like bells nothing intrusive the sound of the storm is enough but the speakers are on a tape looping over and over the faint night sounds of the tropical rainforest, the crickets chirping and rustling. I can smell the ozone in the air before another fierce crackle of energy breaks across the sky. Beneath my bed is a grounding of of earth, merely a cookie tray but it acts as a binder to the ritual, something about the fecundity of earth and scent and while I was pouring the potting soil into the tray earlier I had such a strong visual of you doing the same. You brought the earth in to your house and the scent of it was so like you, fresh and thick bursting ripeness that I swayed with it, knowing you felt the connection as well and it grounded our bodies but allowed us to twine souls for a brief moment. I gasped and dreamed of you touching me like you are touching me now, dragging your fingers along my spine and kissing me deeply and we are both slick from the oil and sweat from you drips on to my chest and you lick it off causing me to shudder...

There is a chalice filled with water, cold and the beads drip freely down the sides of the cup, the ice calling you and you scoop it up to rub on our heated bodies...you rub my nipples with a rapidly melting cube and I gasp as they grow harder and burn more fiercely than before. I moan soflt and you kiss me, delving your tongue into my my mouth and gently fucking me thrusting and your fingers well oiled workign between my thighs to stroke me and I am enflamed already aching and moaning at your touch and I could almost lose myself here I could almost drown here and never return but I am trying to hold on to complete the ritual to establish the bond and to christen myself to you. This is the sacred and the profane you and I twining around each other like snakes coiling and uncoiling slither and hiss of profound pleasures. The house shakes a little with the crash of a particularly loud clap of thunder and I am brought from my reverie my cock in my hand stroking myself and thinking of you. I would love to take an ice cube and run it down your spine to the crack of your ass, and I would love to part those cheeks, and lick althe the way down, finding your pucker with my tongue and sucking at it feeding from that hungery little mouth, nursing from it, and feeling you throb in my palm growing thicker...and I want to oil that proud cock of yours with my special blend of oils...something warm and spicy that you will appreciate...

its a brown and nondescript bottle, with no name, but I know what I was thinking and doing when I made it. I was thinking of you and it contains my essence. I sent it to you along with the gift of the dildo and asked you to follow this ritual as I set it forth...and here I would have you take this special oil and spread its thickness over your cock...it will feel chilly at first, then slowly grow warmer... the heat of your hands conducting the warmth down your balls and down to your ass...ginesing is the primary ingrediant ...I would gift you with stamina and vitality because once I am completely wound up I am not going to stop fucking you and believe me I want to fuck you....I want you in my bed and the magic is strong now so strong I can smell your cologne and feel your fingers stroking me..

wow

Thank you and I loved what you did for me. I'm really hunkering down with story verysenusally nasty-love it.

pixy

Pixy- Don't run away, please come back and talk to me-Kate

oh and I am not done yet

but since my angel of inspiration had to slip off to dreamland...i guess I will too for the night

more to come...er cum er...yeah.

hey

Glad you stopped by and i could always have another does of that writing. Thanks_K

if you want a big dose hit the graphic link...but its long
and involved

lots of sex though

and there is another one floating around here called peaches and cream...

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