"Fuck!" he said, with a smile...

[Rhys]

She lays there in silent anticipation. His soft rasping voice in her ear entreats her to take deep breaths and she strives to comply. Goosebumps form on her bare flesh from the chill in the room...or is it her wanton hunger? She is not sure. He has commanded her to wear only her stockings and garters of cream silk. Her breasts still ache from the bondage of two nights ago, but the ache and the memory sends a warm gush of liquid emotion to her center. He has commanded her not to close her legs at anytime and she can feel the wetness of her juices flowing down her thighs. Her pussy throbs in agonised anticipation, knowing he will call with a list of tasks she is to perform. He did tell her not to play with herself, but she risks his wrath. She strokes her breast and sucks in her breath at the sharp sensation. The left nipple contracts to a diamond hard pink point sending another rippling rush of wetness flowing between her thighs. He has kept her in this heightened state of arousal for twenty four hours. She longs to finger her soaked clit, rubbing it between her knuckles. The thought nearly sends her over the edge. Her body sings, vibrating, tiny shockwaves pulsing over her throbbing sex. She tries to spread her legs wider, imagining him stroking her dripping slit and licking her dew from his fingers....

 

[pointless]

so his david bowie gay, straight, bi or what now?

 

[CarolineOh]

"Smile", she replied, with a fuck.

 

[lobito]

dude, i need to stop reading when you psot this kind of stuff, especially when it brings visoins wof who you might be talking about, to my mind, immediately.

 

[Rhys]

so his david bowie gay, straight, bi or what now?

David is straight. At least that is what he's telling his press agents this week.

 

[Rhys]

dude, i need to stop reading when you psot this kind of stuff, especially when it brings visoins wof who you might be talking about, to my mind, immediately.

 

[pointless]

i've been wondering. he was so much cooler when he was gay.

 

[Rhys]

Bowie just IS. no real way to describe it.

 

[lobito]

the problem is you're a good writer, and I know her. There's no happy medium. (for me)

 

[pointless]

yeah, but lou reed is better.

 

[Rhys]

Then you should appreciate this little tale even more

 

[Rhys]

yeah, but lou reed is better.

Lou Reed is also cool. I like Marc Bolan as well.

 

[pointless]

that's right. glam solidarity.

 

[lobito]

you're gonna make me stick around for this, aren't you?

damned good thing I don't have any lotion left. That'd make me feel awfully sick in a way.

 

[Rhys]

The beads around her slender waist remind her of his possession of her. He has commanded that she wear them in this intimate place as a continuous reminder of him. Every move, every breath causes them to roll against her tender skin and she longs to wiggle herself to satisfaction. She drifts in an erotic dream waiting for the phone to ring...dreaming of his electric caress and the warmth of his lips on hers. He had commanded her to rub the beads slowly up and down the length of her slit feeling the contact of each individual bead, her slit sodden with her nectar. He has commanded her to get a small mirror and to watch the lips of her mound grow puffy and red with her arousal. She sits up on her elbows and her lush breasts and coral pink nipples joustle invitingly. The small hand mirror steams between her legs the humidity from her hot little sex fogging it. He had commanded her to watch herself become more and more aroused as she became more aware of the sensations on her body. She felt if she might burst as her desire crested and still buzzed and built inside her. He had ordered her not to play with herself but she wanted to. She ached to. Then, she became crafty. Oh no, somethings were not disobediance at all she thought. She placed the heel of her hand at the top of her pubic mound and rubbed slowly pulling the flesh upward and down. A new drenching wetness flowed down her thighs and she wiped at it with a careful finger. She put the finger to her lush and pouty lips and sucked it clean, savouring her sweet taste. Oh he would think I was so slutty and naughty she thought and smiled...

 

[lobito]

an den?

 

[Rhys]

patience.

 

[lobito]

easy to say when you are 2 time zones behind me silly. I see in the morning. I sleep soon. Say hello to her for me.

 

[Summery]

Damn! I miss all the good stuff when I fall asleep early.

What a lucky woman.

Wonder how she is feeling after almost 48 hours of no release?

 

[Rhys]

She could almost hear his voice echoing in her ears..."Oh my little slut. Such disobediance, tsk tsk." and then that evil chuckle that sent shivers down her spine. She gasped for breath, and in a last ditch attempt to prevent herself from cumming, she rolled onto her belly, knocking the mirror to the floor. She moaned as she felt her sex pulse. Her breasts burned as the fabric of the couch brushed against them. Even the softest touch of the velvet couch cushions made her writhe. Her head brushed the arm of the couch and this too brought forth a searing memory. Two long, dizzying nights ago, he had bade her spread her legs wide and mount the arm. The scent of her sex assailed her nostrils driving her deeper and further into her fevered dreaming. At his behest, she had rubbed her swollen mound all over the arm, pretending that she was the main attraction in an exotic sex show. He had woven a spell around her so thickly that with her eyes closed she could visualise her adoring audience clearly. The men gazed at her longingly, their eyes like lasers boring into her flesh. She could taste their hunger on her tongue and smell the musky rut of their bodies. She pressed her hips harder into the arm of the couch, dragging her slippery pussy across its velvety warmth. Her breasts had burned then too, only this time from the nipple clamps he'd induced her to wear. Her breasts had never looked more full or more beautiful clamped as they were with the nipple standing at full erectness. "Little slut" he'd whispered hoarsely in her ear "Give your audience a good show. Show them how much you want to be fucked"...

 

[lobito]

aw man, this is like hearing a guy I know, talk about fucking my sister. geez!

 

[Rhys]

bitch bitch bitch

 

[Rhys]

Whaddaya mean 48 hours and no release?

thats not what *I* heard

story to be continued

 

[Summery]

Mmmm... purrrrring like a happy little kitten...

 

[calypso_21]

aw man, this is like hearing a guy I know, talk about fucking my sister. geez!

I had a feeling I shouldn't have opened this thread....I really need to go with my "feelings"!! How do you erase visions???