ValkyrKitten
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Hello good folks of Literotica.
Amateur writer here like most on the site I'd assume. I've always loved playing around with words and language - and well, human sexuality and more specifically the "head-space" part of human sexuality has always been a favourite of mine. Writing erotica is fairly close at hand then.
I have a few pieces waiting for approval as of now - nothing posted yet - but am true to my nature impatient in learning more, finding what others think and getting better at one of my hobbies. So without further ado - one of the latest creations. If the setting seems a bit abrupt it might be as it is the red-headed sibling of another story - set with the same characters and theme - but without being a full-blown story of ch. 1, ch. 2 and so on.
It is still a work in progress - currently in resting stage before I go back and have a final look at it - so ripe for comments, feedback and thinking from others. You may want to keep in mind that English is not my native language even if I consider myself fluent and with a good grasp of it - I have used it more or less daily for the past 30 years.
So without further ado.
~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~
An evening in the garden
Standing on my knees with his crotch just at eye level, the blue jeans slightly
straining trying to contain what's inside. His hands unbuckle the belt, pull it from
the loops and puts it smooth leather side against my neck.
The pressure increases as he pulls me in towards him. The fabric scratching my
nose, lips tightly pressed against him. Underneath the heat and slow, minute
movements of him hardening and filling out.
That scent rises up in my nostrils again; heavy, intoxicating, masculine. Familiar
yet still strange, bringing back memories of a week ago; standing against a wall,
hands held up over my head. His sudden push deep inside of me, taking my breath
away. I lose myself in the thought and get wet in anticipation of more.
"Focus. You're not here with me."
His voice snaps me out of my head and back to the here and now.
"Rise and undress."
I get up on my feet. Remove my clothes one by one until nothing is left.
"Turn around slowly, let me look at you."
His voice is as gentle as I've come to expect, but there's that undertone saying he's
not to be trifled with, not tonight, not ever. His eyes wandering over me, registering,
taking in the curves, smoothness and ivory color in contrast to his own olive tone.
"On your knees again, back towards me, head down, eyes closed."
The rapid flow of words and the commanding tone surprises me. It makes the stomach
turn with butterflies all over it and anticipation of what's to come. And again that
wetness spreading between my legs, down my thighs. I drop down, expose my neck
and close the eyes.
I hear the steps moving behind me, he's still got shoes on and the heels click against
the floor. A drawer opens and something rustles as he removes it from storage. Thick
leather against my neck again and I hear the jingle of the clasps as he fastens the
collar, feel the weight and chill of the chain as it drops down between my breasts.
Darkness getting more compact with the blindfold covering my eyes. I shiver slightly
as the straps tighten against my head.
"There... It's OK, you're a good girl ma petite."
The hand on my shoulder is soothing and his voice relaxes me. His fingers stroke my
neck, down between the shoulderblades, up over the sides of the back.
"Rise and turn towards me. No hands this time."
Pushing myself up with only toes and heels I feel unstead and not very graceful. It
takes a lot more strength than expected. A tug at the chain and his hand around my
waist, holding behind the back, leading me slowly forward. Surface under my feet
changes to cold stone. Where are we? Hallway? Kitchen? A door creaks slowly as it
opens and the scent of lavender rushes towards me.
There's a sudden sense of panic. We're on the steps to the garden, moving outdoors.
I dig my heels into the floor, tense up, don't want to move.
"Yes, I know this is uncomfortable ma petite. This is part of learning to trust. There
is no one outside. You know what the garden looks like, there are hedges all around it.
No one can look in."
Again that soothing voice close to my ear. It's sweet and relaxing. The hand on my neck
soft and tender, massaging the tense shoulders. Another tug at the chain and we
move out, grass under my feet and that strong lavender filling my nose.
His hands on the shoulders push me down to my knees again. Silence, except for the
rustling of leaves in the slow wind. My nipples harden, both from being exposed, not
knowing, not seeing and from the sudden chill of the breeze.
Chain tugs again, pull my head towards him. Nose and lips meeting only naked flesh
this time. His balls feels hot and heavy as they thump against my nose, the hair
surprisingly soft. Head tracing the outline of the face, then outline of the lips, then
pressing against them.
I open wide and accept him into my mouth, jaw strains from just closing my lips around
him. That salty, slightly musky taste, similar yet always different between men. I increase
the pressure as he moves back and forth a few times and then slowly pushes in deeper,
gag reflex kicking in, choking, coughing. His hand quickly strokes me over the cheek.
"Good girl. No more of that today.You will learn to accept more with time."
He pulls out and and I gently lick my lips, trying to keep the taste of him in my mouth to
remember it when away. My hands grabbed by his and placed low on his stomach, just
above the pubic hair that tickles the heel of my palms.
"Please your Master, only hands allowed today."
I register the word, it is first time he has referred to himself in that way. Another dribble
of sticky liquid seeps out of me and down my thighs as I move the hands lower and onto
the shaft. I've not yet seen him naked but the feel confirms what my body already knows,
he's by far the biggest man I've encountered yet.
Both hands holding him, skin moving over the rigid flesh underneath as I pull them back
and forth, slow at first then increasing the rhythm. His breathing grows heavier and his
hips begin pushing more forcefully towards my hands, I have to use most of my strength
to stay still on the knees.
An unintelligible tirade of french words, the muscles in his thighs clenching hard and the
balls against my left wrist pulling away as he comes, several warm jets of liquid landing
on my chest and then the rock hard flesh softening in my hands, still swollen and hot and
with the last drops oozing out of him and over my fingers.
"Stay where you are ma petite, I will fetch something to clean you up with."
Amateur writer here like most on the site I'd assume. I've always loved playing around with words and language - and well, human sexuality and more specifically the "head-space" part of human sexuality has always been a favourite of mine. Writing erotica is fairly close at hand then.
I have a few pieces waiting for approval as of now - nothing posted yet - but am true to my nature impatient in learning more, finding what others think and getting better at one of my hobbies. So without further ado - one of the latest creations. If the setting seems a bit abrupt it might be as it is the red-headed sibling of another story - set with the same characters and theme - but without being a full-blown story of ch. 1, ch. 2 and so on.
It is still a work in progress - currently in resting stage before I go back and have a final look at it - so ripe for comments, feedback and thinking from others. You may want to keep in mind that English is not my native language even if I consider myself fluent and with a good grasp of it - I have used it more or less daily for the past 30 years.
So without further ado.
~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~
An evening in the garden
Standing on my knees with his crotch just at eye level, the blue jeans slightly
straining trying to contain what's inside. His hands unbuckle the belt, pull it from
the loops and puts it smooth leather side against my neck.
The pressure increases as he pulls me in towards him. The fabric scratching my
nose, lips tightly pressed against him. Underneath the heat and slow, minute
movements of him hardening and filling out.
That scent rises up in my nostrils again; heavy, intoxicating, masculine. Familiar
yet still strange, bringing back memories of a week ago; standing against a wall,
hands held up over my head. His sudden push deep inside of me, taking my breath
away. I lose myself in the thought and get wet in anticipation of more.
"Focus. You're not here with me."
His voice snaps me out of my head and back to the here and now.
"Rise and undress."
I get up on my feet. Remove my clothes one by one until nothing is left.
"Turn around slowly, let me look at you."
His voice is as gentle as I've come to expect, but there's that undertone saying he's
not to be trifled with, not tonight, not ever. His eyes wandering over me, registering,
taking in the curves, smoothness and ivory color in contrast to his own olive tone.
"On your knees again, back towards me, head down, eyes closed."
The rapid flow of words and the commanding tone surprises me. It makes the stomach
turn with butterflies all over it and anticipation of what's to come. And again that
wetness spreading between my legs, down my thighs. I drop down, expose my neck
and close the eyes.
I hear the steps moving behind me, he's still got shoes on and the heels click against
the floor. A drawer opens and something rustles as he removes it from storage. Thick
leather against my neck again and I hear the jingle of the clasps as he fastens the
collar, feel the weight and chill of the chain as it drops down between my breasts.
Darkness getting more compact with the blindfold covering my eyes. I shiver slightly
as the straps tighten against my head.
"There... It's OK, you're a good girl ma petite."
The hand on my shoulder is soothing and his voice relaxes me. His fingers stroke my
neck, down between the shoulderblades, up over the sides of the back.
"Rise and turn towards me. No hands this time."
Pushing myself up with only toes and heels I feel unstead and not very graceful. It
takes a lot more strength than expected. A tug at the chain and his hand around my
waist, holding behind the back, leading me slowly forward. Surface under my feet
changes to cold stone. Where are we? Hallway? Kitchen? A door creaks slowly as it
opens and the scent of lavender rushes towards me.
There's a sudden sense of panic. We're on the steps to the garden, moving outdoors.
I dig my heels into the floor, tense up, don't want to move.
"Yes, I know this is uncomfortable ma petite. This is part of learning to trust. There
is no one outside. You know what the garden looks like, there are hedges all around it.
No one can look in."
Again that soothing voice close to my ear. It's sweet and relaxing. The hand on my neck
soft and tender, massaging the tense shoulders. Another tug at the chain and we
move out, grass under my feet and that strong lavender filling my nose.
His hands on the shoulders push me down to my knees again. Silence, except for the
rustling of leaves in the slow wind. My nipples harden, both from being exposed, not
knowing, not seeing and from the sudden chill of the breeze.
Chain tugs again, pull my head towards him. Nose and lips meeting only naked flesh
this time. His balls feels hot and heavy as they thump against my nose, the hair
surprisingly soft. Head tracing the outline of the face, then outline of the lips, then
pressing against them.
I open wide and accept him into my mouth, jaw strains from just closing my lips around
him. That salty, slightly musky taste, similar yet always different between men. I increase
the pressure as he moves back and forth a few times and then slowly pushes in deeper,
gag reflex kicking in, choking, coughing. His hand quickly strokes me over the cheek.
"Good girl. No more of that today.You will learn to accept more with time."
He pulls out and and I gently lick my lips, trying to keep the taste of him in my mouth to
remember it when away. My hands grabbed by his and placed low on his stomach, just
above the pubic hair that tickles the heel of my palms.
"Please your Master, only hands allowed today."
I register the word, it is first time he has referred to himself in that way. Another dribble
of sticky liquid seeps out of me and down my thighs as I move the hands lower and onto
the shaft. I've not yet seen him naked but the feel confirms what my body already knows,
he's by far the biggest man I've encountered yet.
Both hands holding him, skin moving over the rigid flesh underneath as I pull them back
and forth, slow at first then increasing the rhythm. His breathing grows heavier and his
hips begin pushing more forcefully towards my hands, I have to use most of my strength
to stay still on the knees.
An unintelligible tirade of french words, the muscles in his thighs clenching hard and the
balls against my left wrist pulling away as he comes, several warm jets of liquid landing
on my chest and then the rock hard flesh softening in my hands, still swollen and hot and
with the last drops oozing out of him and over my fingers.
"Stay where you are ma petite, I will fetch something to clean you up with."
