Raindrops and Roses...

[yeishia]

"Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens, bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens, brown paper packages tied up with strings, these are a few of my favorite things"


CLOSED
By Invitation only.


I had my favorite things sandwiched in a single post in the middle of an existing thread, but now it will not let me add any more photos, so I have decided to create a separate thread, it will be a work in progress.


Rain drops and Roses


The collar I currently wear. The main Swarovski crystal has an exquisite replica of a delicate rose engraved within its fiery depths.

http://i576.photobucket.com/albums/ss208/Yeishia/Yeishiascollar-1.jpg


These are a few of my favorite things. I am not given to public displays, but I do have many memories scattered throughout my bedroom and locked within my fragile heart.

Time to commit them all to paper.



People who have touched my heart or world.
(In alphabetical Order.)
Roses mostly.

Alana
I adore her writing and the essence of whom she is.

Ausus Girl
On the fringe of my world she is an enigma to me!
She is my constant reminder that things are never as they really seem her on Literotica.

Cherry
We face the same battles in the real world. We are both strong woman who will prevail; she is in my heart and prayers each night.

Chgris
Another lost friend. Instinctively he knew how to reach the deeper parts of me.

Chronicle_tenko
Quiet passion existing in the place twixt dawn and daylight, balm to my soul and exquisite ecstasy to my senses.
He knows instinctively what I need and crave most of all.

Cgraven.
Without his advice I would still be bound body and soul to a total Sadist. The images his words invoke ignite my very soul!
I feel privileged to write with him.

DarkEmpress
Once upon a time her friendship never faltered.

Fira
Quietly there by my side even when I was not there.

Firmhanded Daddy
He enters and leave my world an unpredictable in-understandable enigma ...he works well from a distance.


Gaias_Child
She is one whom I count as a friend she is another special lady who understands and accepts me exactly as I am

Grant.
Sometimes when it is least expected you find that special someone. I am so happy that I was open to his arrival in my life I need all the true friends I can get.

Last Rider
My beloved dark angel, he is my symbiotic other half, very much friend and so much more, he is always there entwined around my heart and soul.

Lady Thunder
I need say no more she knows.


Light Ice
Barely knowing me, he quite literally saved my life one evening long ago, when hope had all but deserted me.
I doubt he even remembers

LoganDarkHolme
He turns up fangs bared or ears cocked seeming to know just when I need a friend.

LucianDevine.
He is a divine weaver of precious illusion.

Maid of Marvels
She offered friendship when no other would. She is my rock!

Marauder 13
Once upon a dream.
I miss our friendship, our writing and his unique Aussie humor.

Monique_Minx
She reminds me that life is like a tapestry and that in order to achieve balance I must embrace all of its beautifully woven intricacies.
Life is a complicated balance of and darkness and light, goodness and evil, one dimension cannot exist without the other, they are differing sides of the same coin.
In a sense both her and Ausus are a bittersweet Momento Mori for me.

MSAphrodite.
She is a valued friend from the real world. One whose firendship is based on honesty. One who embraces my faults. I trust her.

Oreocookie
A good buddies I am so glad she is back *giggles* pity about that tail!

Scarletnym
My first Lit friend and sister, we drifted apart but she will always hold a place in my heart, I miss her.

ShyMystica
Our friendship was a delightful illusion, her pain resonated in me deeply.

Spake578
One of the good ones a loyal friend who supports me still from the real world.

Thyrie
A very special someone whom I am delighted to call friend.

Tio_Narratore
He has nurtured me through sickness and health accepting me as I truly am.
He offered to sit by my side in the hospital while I threw up on him, he is a saint. He means the world to me and so much more...

Vampiric Touch
She is the writer I aspire to be.

Veroe
An unexpected someone.

YourDemonLover
My Demon appears when I need him most, he ia friend, my protector. He needs no words he knows my heart.

No List would be complete without

The Phoenix Butterfly Club.....Slipped_Halo & Young Lisa.
Both beautiful souls have offered me continual support since I arrived on Lit hurt and broken, they helped me emerge from the darkness so I could become the beautiful butterfly they knew I could be.
Trapped deep inside they helped me set it free.
I will always be grateful to them both.

This will be updated on a continual basis, as I have missed quite a few ​

 

[yeishia]

Yeishia's Dance of submission.

All my most precious things will be kept here in this thread. Not least……

Yeishia's Dance of submission. 23-01-2010

I cannot watch him leave I stare at the ceiling.

My room is quiet as I recline on my silken sheets, they are still warm from His body heat, I relish His heat thriving in it. I am thinking of Him as Master, not a friend, not even close…

I am enjoying these moment in the stillness wanting, needing to feel the heat of Him for as long as I can …He is so close and yet so far. I roll amongst the sheets literally soaking up the heat of Him, missing His collar which had been a symbol of his possession and ownership, a constant reminder. I touch my throat it is bare…

I lie there remembering……The touch of His fingers on my throat as he placed it around my neck, the memory of his touch sends me writhing in the sheets. I turn so that my breasts and belly sink into the heat and impressions left by our combined bodies. Twisting back and forwards I thrusting my throbbing breasts into soft mattress, imagining His hands on them, caressing. My hand creeps to my throat as if by willing it I can place his collar there once more. Imagining his touch once more, is such sweet torment; my legs climbing him in my mind, my toes dragging into the sheets as I try and push my ripe willing body into his once more through the heat of him still held by the silken sheets.

I flip my body over grinding my hips down and pushing up with my small feet, then thrusting my hips back down once more. I grab one edge of the blanket and roll over and over from one side of the bed to the other wrapping myself in it imagining the tight confine of his embrace, feeling myself restricted and controlled by the sheer dominance of Him; if only by proxy of the sheets. Knowing that if He didn’t decide play out the scene I had requested there might never be more than this fictitious moment between us again!

I moan out my need to be controlled by Him gyrating my sinuous body seeking to arouse him with my motions, I am thinking of how my thrusting against Him will ignite a fire inside Him to match the inferno He has blazed in me. I try to force my legs apart as wide as the restricting silken sheets will allow and using my knees I gather and bunch the sheets between them, pushing down with my toes to mount them, thrusting and gyrating my hips in the ancient dance of love.

My sheets of course are unresponsive and in my growing frustration and with a groan of anguish I unroll from them, rolling over and over down the step of my bed and onto the cool floor, over and over until I meet…….My motion shouldn’t have been stopped. I look up startled for there should be nothing for me to roll into! Raising my eyes to meet His...


He standing over me in His full Mastery.......

I am ashamed and embarrassed to have been caught in such a state I quiver waiting for his reaction. I am whimpering, small moans pouring out of my need filled body. I can feel His eyes like living fire consuming me, I want with every fiber of my being to throw myself into His arms, begging him to claim me as His submissive….

I want our next scene to begin now……

I yearn to beg for the release which only He can give my nerve tensed body!

“Dance for your Master, Slave”.

I crawl to His feet, my aching need obvious to one who knows me so well, the one who owns me body and soul; I have never ceased being His not for a single moment! The moisture building between my legs glistens on my milky thighs and my nipples are rock hard pebbles; I am a single raw nerve quivering on my knees before him. I need to please this man and try to rise to obey his command!

I feel him push me none to gently down and onto my back. I watch him standing between my spread legs, as He looks down at my needy sweat drenched body. He repeats his command Dance Slave, his expression brooks no refusal. I suddenly understand his intention, and I thrust my hips up towards Him, my arms spread out from my body, palms down pressing to lift me, my belly arched towards Him. My eyes never leave His face for an instant as my body gyrates below Him, I open my legs wider still, inviting, showing, offering my need to Him! I feel the intensity of his gaze on my sinewy limbs as I slowly move up and down before him a burning mass of want and desire.

He makes no move towards me and my desperation grows. I rip the remaining edges of the silken sheets from my overheated form, crying out in my desire for Him to touch that which He owns; that which He possesses that which He commands. I am His always His.

My hands go to my breasts messaging them, pinching twisting and pulling at them in my overwhelming need. An errant hand travels between my legs to touch and caress my swollen throbbing clit. I thrust my fingers deeper coating them with in own honeyed juices. Watching Him as he watches me I spread my love juices all over my breasts embellishing my distended engorged nipples with my own sweet caresses.

Again, I thrust my fingers into the heat between my legs fondling that which He owns, playing with His plaything. I watch His dangerously glittering eyes as he observes me in my abandon; I do this for no other, "Vous et nul Autre," I whisper my eyes caressing His……

He knows that I am teetering on the very edge of the precipice and declines to grant me my release with a single shake of his head.

I scream out in my need and anguish, my body rocking and writhing wildly between his feet. I pull my fingers from my greedy womanhood and cover my face with them, seeking to block him from my sight, inadvertently covering my soft flushed face with the fine mist of my fierce desire. I run them through my long tresses trying to rid myself of my desperate need moaning in my distress!

He has caused my basest self to surface and for once I am having difficulty controlling her responses. I try repeatedly to quiet my breathing and my writhing frame. I had almost fallen over the edge cumming before Him with out His permission..

At the last moment I had responded to his unspoken command and withheld my pleasure. In that moment it was as if a door had opened I had a flash of insight and looked into the eyes of the one who had command over all that I was.

I finally really truly understood, I did belong to Him, He commanded me body and soul, I was his slut; collar or not, slave or not. I would never belong to another in this life or the next, he was imprinted on my psyche and I on His!

I was his laviscious slut, His alone. His!

I endured all.... because I loved Him and it pleased Him! I had not been unable to fully understand this until this single moment!

He could and would give me whatever I might need; he would cherish me as no other could.

I lifted both of my arms upwards surrendering to Him, begged him with all of my slave heart, to love me always, to never hurt me!

”My Master please give this unworthy slave that which she needs and that which only You can give, release her from her desperate need; let your slave cum” I quietly implored him.

Hot tears were slowly falling from my expressive emerald eyes as I laid myself truly bare before the Master of my heart….

I had fallen backwards resting upon my elbows after I had spoken, taking in great gulps of air my breasts heaving in my efforts for control. I kept my eyes glued to his face watching for any signs of his displeasure of my actions or the blatant disclosure of what I had been feeling. For the first time in our relationship I had left nothing hidden I had laid myself bare trusting that he would understand.

He had… I could tell by the play of expression crossing his handsome face and his next words told me all…..



”You may cum for your Master, My slave. Show Me how much you love your Master, Yeishia.”

That was what this entire girl needed, craved…….My own heat began to rise once more, an almost visible steam rising from my eyes that reached out to envelope him, drawing him towards me in the most metaphysical sense. I could feel his unseen fingers on my skin and I began to tremor form head to toe, each cell clamoring for His touch. Finally I closed my eyes allowing my pent up feelings for the dominant male before me to take on a life of their very own as I became bathed in my own arousal , my love for my Master….

It was as if by his hand, his unique loving brush strokes, that my orgasm came into being. each deft brush stroke coaxing every tiny atom, from black and white into exquisite living color. The painting took on color and form as the heat from my belly sizzled outwards as I became branded piece by piece by the one that owned my soul. I spiraled out of control as I writhed on the floor between his feet, I bucked and arched like a woman possessed my skin covered in a golden sheen, a veritable river of desire pouring form between my sweat bathed thighs. I moaned and pleaded as I ascended into heaven…I was Loved and Wanted, Loving and Wanting

With that knowledge I exploded, shattering the canvas, the painting and all of its glorious hues, sending each and every one of the vivid dancing colors into outer space. No Petite Mort was as sublime or felt as keenly to me as the one I experienced in that moment. I wanted my Master at the center of the vortex as I celebrated my undying love for him.

”Vous et Nul Autre,” I murmured smiling as at last my body fell back to earth and I lay in a puddle of my own sweet smelling arousal, sated and wanting more, as I gazed drowsily at the man standing over me.

”You take my breath away my Master……”.


Sometimes a single moment in time is all the fates allow us

 

[yeishia]

Magic Moments ~ Jonathon & Angel.

A sweet collaboration with a friend...Chronicle_tenko (May 2009)


Magic Moments ~ Jonathon & Angel.


"Suck."

She had barely needed his whispered command to make her pliant to his wishes as she welcomed his flagpole into the recesses of her woman hood; she wanted this man friend or foe Master or not……

Hmmm, angel loved the feel of Jonathan in the recesses of her hungry mouth, never before had she felt such a tender invasion, never before had she responded with such passion, never before had she wanted to give pleasure to her Master beyond that which was demanded of her. "You're such an obedient little one aren't you?" He said almost seeming to pay homage to her pliant body. Never had she felt such pleasure and it made her want to reciprocate the delight that she was feeling as he kissed her face, her jaw line every crevice of her needy form.

She could feel the path of his fiery tongue as it blazed its way to the thick pink muscle of her sex. She could feel his expert tongue teasing and about to enter the very abyss that would draw him in and devour His soul….

His teasing touch began to fill her, the twisting motion of his lashing tongue, running through her love canal twisting and turning, a child dashing through a hallway leaving finger marks everywhere they go. With care he extricated himself from her thighs, momentarily leaving her heavenly garden to move slowly towards locating that most wonderful of pearls.

His fingers took up the slack, perfectly manicured with no rough edges two of them slipped inside hooking to grab her. The sudden intrusion the feel of his hand gripping her insides sent a clear message of possession, but a soft one. The fingers slackened and began to stir in her, stroking the soft walls, teasing inside her while his mouth, kissed and suckled until he had prompted her clit to come from its hood, the smooth pearl now visible for a slow soft touch of his tongue, his fingers pressing into the rough corduroy like patch of her G-spot.

Never had her former Master done this to her, touched her with his tongue…

Jonathan seemed in frenzy as he seemed to touch every bit of her insides allowing her no respite.

The sudden intrusion the feel of his hand gripping her insides felt so very good no pain intended just pleasure; He was a Master of His craft slowly guiding her toward orgasm as she simultaneously resisted the orgasm. Angel started to breathe deeply as she used to with Cedric blocking out her own pleasure; even when she felt the slow soft touch of his tongue she still maintained her control.

When his fingers pressed into the rough corduroy like patch of her soft walls her eyes popped open, what was he doing? She had felt nothing like this in all her life!

Panicking angel started to struggle, “What are you doing to me stop please I can’t control this…….”

Jonathon chuckled. "That would be the point my little dear." His tongue resumed suckling her clitoris between his lips as he took a carefully lubricated finger and began to slowly push it into the ring of her anus. Her cries ignored as he let it linger around the entrance the smooth nail and grease working in and out of her bottom.

"I want you to come for me. I want you to let yourself go and lose your control for me, so I can see the bright little sexual star you are, and bathe in your brilliant light." with his words and agitation of her G-spot he slipped his pinky in further and further until it like his other fingers was based inside her. He rolled them once and twice before beginning to plunge them in and out of her. Rubbing her G-spot feverishly while with his pinky he pressed the thin wall between her ass and her cunt, his mouth feverish upon her Clit, wanting nothing but her release.

Oh my Lord! he was ignoring her pleas and it was becoming more and more difficult to hold back her impending orgasm "That would be the point my little dear." Was he really sincere, did her really intend for her to cum, would her punish her afterwards if she did, would he get some form of perverse please out of her reactions? All this went through her head in an instant as she found it increasingly difficult to think, to breathe.

The ministrations of his practiced fingers were causing her to lose control and plunge head long into previously uncharted waters.

"Oh!"

As he placed his fingers in her bottom a caress not an invasion, angel began to fall apart, her body felt like it was exploding from the inside out. It was as if it was reacting all on its own totally independent from her own free will. She could feel her body arching pressing her sex into his face silently begging him to take more of her… all of her she felt her mind dividing into a million needy swirling pieces as it and her body soured towards the heavens, becoming one with the universe.

She felt like she was dying and been reborn all in the same instant. She could hear her own frenzied moaning as aftershock followed by aftershock, wracked her fevered body, and still he didn’t stop the work of his wicked tongue and fingers.

She was going to die……

He was right; she was a star, her moans, her resistance, her dogged attempts to hold off her orgasm, all became heavenly fuel for the fires of her passion. When she finally came he continued driving the flames higher until she plateaued her breathy cries stolen from her, until finally she came for him.

She was a supernova. An exploding sun of lust and release, her hips driving deeper into his face as he never stopped his eating of her until her clit retreated unable to take her pleasure anymore. He calmed to let her wind down, feeling her buck, tasting her juices, cleaning one of his fingers and leaving the other for her.

"Did you enjoy that little angel? Did you glimpse heaven?"

He moved his hips next to hers to let her feel his hot length against her, the head touching her belly. "Clean my finger, and then I'll take you. Completely. Just like you desire."

Eying him through half closed eyes she murmured, “hmmm yes I was in heaven.”

Angel could feel the heated length of him branding her body as he shifted his position to lie beside her. His manhood seemed to have a life of its very own as she felt it touching her belly. .

"Clean my finger, and then I'll take you” Angel grasped his wrist and touched her small tongue to the tip of his proffered finger getting the first taste and smell of the heady essence that was her own. Slowly she licked its small length from base to tip until she had covered its whole perimeter before she finally sucked its total length into the recesses of her greedy mouth. Equally slowly she removed her mouth sucking the last of her juices from its surface.

With a playful nip at its tip she purred, “You planned to take me…completely?”

"Show me please", she begged of him.

Jonathon turned his face to her and returned it with a wanting smile, his grin almost predatory. When he started to slip off the bed it was as if the Cheshire cat was backing away to the toy box at the bottom of his bed. When he returned his hands were full. A spreader bar, a pair of handcuffs, more lube, in a variety of flavors, vibrating rings, and a small thin plug molded in jelly. "All of these we'll use."

He moved to her, always on his feet bending over to grasp her hands and cuff them to the hook in his bed frame, leaving her comfortable if a little stretched. The collar he left hooked as well, keeping her completely bolted to his bed, a sexual kitten chained for his use. Her stretched body, arching her proud breasts up for him to see, the DD's she possessed falling to her sides, slightly. So gorgeous and soft. He went to clip her ankles to the bar the furred leather straps fitting snugly over her before he began to spread the telescoping aluminum looking to her eyes, to make sure she was comfortable, and dialing back one notch when it seemed she was close to her limit.

The lube was warming and he took great pleasure in smearing it across her breasts coating her décolletage, the valley between them and teasing her nipples with it. He lubed the thin jelly plug but left it to soak, and finally her hot little hole, almost puffing steam after her orgasm, his fingers returning to make everything easier. "I'll go slowly I wouldn't wish to re-open old wounds." Jonathon had no doubt thicker objects or men had used her before and roughly but there was no call for him to do the same. Slipping the cock ring on he left it turned to off, before he pressed the thick spongy head, of his cock to her sopping entrance. His hands on her ass lifting her easily, letting her slit grease, his member as his head slipped over and over through her wet and lubed cunny lips. Looking at her he teased no more, and shifted pressing his hips forward until he was atop her his member slowly inch by inch, buried inside her moist fuck tunnel. He had penetrated her. He turned on the ring feeling it send a thin vibration through his shaft inside her.

"With these acts I make you mine tonight." Jonathon knew it wasn't the right thing to do, to take another mans slave in such a manner but he didn't quite care at the moment. In a blaze of passion the fog of it covering all air in the room breathed by both of them he kissed her and let her feel the fires she ignited.

Angel watched as the Cheshire cat disappeared to return with his arms full of delectable toys at least she hoped they were; when Allain used toys they were usually for his own pleasure which meant extreme pain for her. Pain he never let transform into pleasure for angel!

Angel recognized many of the items in his hands "All of these we'll use." Her eyes had widened and she tried to remain calm as he moved her body as He pleased, with a softly whispered, "please don't hurt me."

He teased and stretched her legs her arms keeping every part of her anatomy, bolted to his bed, a sexual kitten chained for his use. As he rubbed her body with His warm lube angel felt positively decedent as she felt the sensuous torture of His fingertips as they moved over her fevered body. Between her breasts, across her ever sensitive nipples, down across her belly; even lubricating her already steamy hole. Still she wondered did he plan to hurt her. "I'll go slowly I wouldn't wish to re-open old wounds." His words settled her slightly be didn’t plan to rip and tear.

She could feel the head of his engorged cock waiting at the entrance to her slit like some predator waiting to pounce on its prey. Lifting her ass her slowly moved his cock between her lips back and forth teasing, her clit at each pass he made. Mmmm she thought as she tried to raise her hips to press further to the underside of his hot tormenting meat.

Finally when she thought she could take no more; as he looked deeply into her eyes He pushed His cock inside her. He was agonizingly slow as He entered her recesses inch by inch. Already she could feel her cunt muscles contracting around His length as they seemed to be trying to pull him in at a faster pace. Angel had closed her eyes to better concentrate on the sensations he was giving her. As he impaled her with the full enormity of his length he stilled for a moment.

"Oh! ” her eyes popped open, he had done something as she could feel tiny prickles of sensation where the base of his cock met her entrance , tiny fissures of sensation directly on her clit and running down his cock length, what had he done?

“With these acts I make you mine tonight." he said as he locked His eyes to the violet ones of hers. Leaning towards her he blotted out the light and with it her reason, as he kissed her passionately lighting fires within her; fires that has laid dormant for most of her short life. Angel felt possessed and branded, helpless against the onslaught of his scalding, fiery, all consuming passion….

His arms wrapped her neck as he felt the small pulses going through her from the cock ring. It was as if she could make him feel everything she did, his breath catching in his throat, as she tensed her lips pulling at him to plunge deeper inside her perfect depths.

"My slave you wondrous little slave." His mouth suckled at her earlobe, nipping it tenderly while his hips pulled from her the first stroke always the most important. His length being sucked by her cunt, each torturous inch of it as he pulled from her leaving the head alone inside her wet moist pussy. "Can you feel me inside you?"

He was gentle, he was slow, and it was maddening for him as well, each labored stroke splitting her anew, as he made sure she would accommodate all his girth. His thrusts beginning to speed as he went, plowing into her, holding her thighs as he began to finally pump into her, his hips starting to slam forward his flesh slapping off of hers with each motion. His voice lowering to a feral growl as he began to take her, the way he wanted, the way she wanted.

The way they both wanted to it to happen.

His grunts and moans echoed around the walls of his bedroom, each slamming thrust being helped by his hands gripping her ankles, his hips slapping against hers as her breasts wobbled on her chest.

"Turn." His length pulled from her, slick in her juices, as his hands gripped her hips. The chains would have slack as he turned her over to her knees placing her hands against the head board. "I want you on your knees." His kisses rained down her back his lips touching each drop of perspiration, as the head of his penis teased against her slick opening. "I want you. I want you to want this so much." His hands rolled through her hair stopping to pull as he thrust into her powerfully. Arching her back as he groaned buried completely inside her. His hips slapping against her buttocks with a loud sharp *CRACK*

"My sweet sweet Angel, you are amazing."

Angel had never felt such tenderness combined with such exquisite sensations as He slowly entered her moist tunnel filling and stretching her almost beyond her limits. "My slave you wondrous little slave’ as he nibbled her ear sending tiny impulses to her nipples before withdrawing from her at an agonizingly slow place. He was driving her to distraction she felt bereft and desperately tried to hold on to Him clamping her internal muscles upward in a futile endeavor to halt His progress. Moaning she felt Him stop,leaving the head alone inside her wet moist pussy. "Can you feel me inside you?" How could she not? “yess,” she moaned as he started his gentle assault once more.

Again she felt the torturous stretching as he once more slowly pushed his way in to her tight but welcoming tunnel. As each slow teasing stroke continued coupled with the vibrating ring made her wetter and needier and his progress easier as she relaxed and began to actively respond. She sought to meet his thrusts rotating her hips equally slowly at each forward motion of his hip until met hip to hip. “Please no more… harder I want it harder.” she begged as he picked up the tempo of his thrusts literally slamming into her. God he was massive filling her to completion as she aggressively met him thrust for thrust allowing no quarter, giving none.

Her eyes closed, back arched head, thrown backwards she concentrated on the excess of sensations she was drowning in made all the more exquisite by his almost animal grunts and moans, she was pleasing him too and that thought fueled her fire to even greater heights...

"Turn." He commanded “I want you on your knees." Once more he pulled his massive thick member from her from her unwilling body as he re positioned her on her hands and knees. Hanging her head, panting in her need she felt his fiery tongue raining kisses down her back and His penis poised at her slick opening. "I want you. I want you to want this so much.” he growled as hands in her hair her arched her backwards as simultaneously he buried his weapon into her in one swift motion to its very hilt, “Ahhhh.” she screamed as she felt the impact of his penis and his hips both smashing into her, making a loud , *Crack* as they made contact.

Shuddering Angel felt impaled the combination of sensations sending her to the very edge of reason, “yes I want this… I want you God I’m… going… to… cum” she gritted out between clenched teeth,” pleeeease.”

"His hips crashed into her like waves beating the shoreline, her tight white ass, turning the plump pink flesh red with the power of his pounding motion, Like the ocean over and over with little end in sight, riding forth in each way with her. "Then cum for your master and soak the shaft you desire so much. Show your master how much you want him desire this end, cum for him and make him feel a god."

It was how his school operated actually. Series of positive boosts, Like sex, where each woman learned not only how best to please a man but also herself, and thereby make the both of them feel incredible. And all it took was submission. Jonathon knew this first hand and the lessons he spoke of and designed flew through his mind forced out however by how amazing her tight cunt rippling on his shaft felt. The cock ring constricting his blood flow one of the only things keeping him from painting her womb with his seed. His moans were continuous, as he panted. "Oh Angel, come for Master. God I can feel you squeezing me. You're truly divine."

He collapsed down the sweat pouring from his face as he continued his lithe and powerful body standing somewhat now and driving down to get deeper into her, letting his hips provide more power to his thrusts and keeping shorter motions so the vibration of his haft and the ring would easier reach her clit. He unbuckled her hands and bent over her, his hands teasing and twisting her nipples softly while he rode her. Animals mating in a field, with all the savagery therein.

"Come play with your clit little Angel, play and bring yourself to even greater heights." His hand took hers to force it between her legs rubbing deeply as he continued to thrust his motions becoming slower but deeper and more powerful each crack of his hips against her like a crushing force as he felt himself close. He would bring her to another close though before he let her bring him to a climax. It would be her works that made him cum and he would allow her that. Her breasts wrapped snugly over his pulsing shaft would be his undoing, and he would sleep sound after she was cleaned. For he intended to show her visibly the fruits of her labor as his seed spattered her.

Angel could feel Him pumping into her and it was divine, "cum for him and make him feel a god." He demanded. That was all angel needed as pounding back into Him frenzied in her need she started to explode in a tiny million fragments. “Yes a God.” she breathed “You are God,” as she saw the stars in all their glory as she rode the heavens with her lover.

Her orgasm seemed never ending as he released her hands and bent her backwards twisting her nipples. They were shooting back to earth the journey far from over just more primal in their need ;she felt like a rutting animal crazed with lust as another wave of desire shot inwards from her nipples. He forced her hand on her clit but it was he who made the rubbing motions, with one hand trapped and the other nail deep in His ass… she started to cum again; on the brink of her orgasm she sought to bring him on her journey with her.

She started to deliberately use her well trained muscles in a milking fashion… her Kegel muscles contracting in series so fast they would seem like a practiced hand along His shaft,.” Cum with me,” she begged as she went racing over the precipice once more…

Her reactions were so strong and he could feel the minute rippling muscles inside of her as she squeezed his shaft, milking him, her tightness vastly increasing as he pounded into her feeling her clench and shudder the vibration making her shudder as she came again, her entreaties and cries cum with me, as she moaned out her orgasm once again, racing further and further with her.

He almost did, and he stopped as she shuddered her juices soaking his shaft another time. So close. So very close.

"No; little Angel." He slowly extricated his shaft from her and slipped the ring off, the sudden release of pressure letting his scrotum almost visibly swell with his seed. "A Master cums of his own wishes not his slaves. And you deserve more of a reward than the feeling of being used as a receptacle for seed. Long ago this master gave up the wish to bear children, and his slaves deserve the knowledge of a reward. The knowledge that they made their Master cum."

His hands turned her over once more reversing the twist in her collar. "Your master will take his pleasure from these. Hold them for me." His hands released hers and guided them to her bountiful chest, her fingers overflowing with her own tit flesh. His hands showed her how to make the tunnel of her breasts and softly he slid his already throbbing member between them as he straddled her stomach his shaft just poking through the tip but an inch away from her lips, as it's hot flesh slick with her juices ran through her boobs teasing along her nipples. "Oh dear Angel bring your God to completion, and feel the love of his anointing."

The aftermath of her orgasm had angel shaking she felt like a piece of putty in her Masters hands as he turned her onto her back "No; little Angel." No cumming in side of her for him, it seemed he had another plan….

Shocked and more than a little confused angel felt him place her hands on the flesh of her voluptuous breasts pressing them together “Your master will take his pleasure from these. Hold them for me." Wide eyed she did as she was told.

Straddling her never talking his eyes form hers he slipped his shaft between the tunnel of her breasts stopping just short of her lovely mouth. . "Oh dear Angel bring your God to completion, and feel the love of his anointing.” angel was perplexed what did he want of her? Slowly he began to move through her newly commissioned love tunnel; instinctively she pressed her breasts together to keep Him within her grasp.

Throwing back her head and closing her eyes she concentrated on the pure sensation of his actions. She could feel the very essence of him gliding between her breasts aided by her very own fluids. Mmmm, the pressure of her breasts on him… his flesh on hers…. she found to be tantalizingly erotic. She could clearly feel the indentations of his member as slid between her breasts.

Curious she raised her head, as his cock poked between her breast she could see its glistening and naked head and as it disappeared she could feel and see it disappear within its protective sheath of skin and her breast. Rhythmic, fascinating she watched it come and go; Angel experimented with the pressure of her tits to see just how much of the head she could expose or how long she could prolong the moment when it would be hidden. Hmmmm, he felt so so good within the confines of her breasts. Like a red hot coal burning her, branding her leaving her nipples twin peaks of molten desire.

Angel wanted more… he still had yet to cum, she wanted to bathe in His sticky goo; she wanted it on her skin, dripping from her eyes, matted in her hair. She wanted to smell its scent, she wanted to taste his essence… drink of Him.

As his cock moved toward her mouth her tongue snaked out to taste the drops of precum she could see calling out her name; at his next thrust she raised her head to snag its head and twirl her tongue around its naked tip. On the next trip she caught him between her lips and held Him there a second before allowing him to slip from her grasp slowly disappearing between her breasts once more. On the last trip between her mouth she slightly scraped him with her teeth before He lost control and she found herself at the receiving end of a tit fucking she would never forget.

He rammed his length between her tits and down her needy throat as if his very life and hers depended on it strong and sure. She met him trust for thrust her throat massaging his cock head and her breasts locked on His shaft as if in mortal combat. He gave her no quarter she allowed Him none! Grasping him with her knees she urged him on riding him from beneath, “harder! harder!” she demanded. “Give me what is mine,” she screamed pressing her tits more completely around him.

She could feel him starting to pulsate … Sucking him down her throat once more arched towards him at an impossible angle; she remained almost poised in time as she worked her magic on him with the muscles of her throat; releasing Him just in time to watch his climax…

She finished his milking with her breasts as she watched him shoot his heavy load all over her face. It was just as she anticipated, heavenly….. She held his cock between her hands and directed His load; watching it arc into her mouth and drip where it willed. Taking His hands beneath hers she helped him smear His glorious cum all over her face and down her torso to message it into her breasts. Lovingly she then cleaned his hands licking his cum delicately off each fingertip sucking each finger thoroughly one by one.

He allowed her to move him on his back. As she straddled him she could see his semen dripping off her face her hair her body onto his and wasting not one single drop she scooped it up from where it fell with her dexterous wicked tongue.

This type of making love was new to angel but she found the act erotic, intimate and very very fulfilling. Languorously she stretched her cum drenched body before His eyes; before her mouth descended on his cock to clean every last drop of the ambrosia that was His alone…

 

[yeishia]

I had a dream…

I had a dream…

You of course were its center piece.



The beginning of my dream was simply raw sensation but I do know with surety that was am really beginning to enjoy myself in this fledgling role.

I probably couldn’t do it with another.

Watching you kneel to taste me set my heart on fire. The feeling your hands caressing the soft curves of my bottom sent shivers of anticipation along my spine. Seeing my wetness on your face after your lips and your tongue had worked in unison to take me winged and vulnerable into the heavens and beyond was nothing less than rhapsody sublime…

Unable to help myself I leaned forwards smiling softly running my own tongue along your lips to taste myself.

Mmmmmm… yes, I adore that, how could I not?

What happened next seemed nothing short of perfect to me in that moment.

I loving tying both your wrists and ankles to the four poster bed on which we lay with with soft, silky scarves, watching carefully the expressions flitting across your handsome face as I work.

Vulnerable open to my will I bind you aching and unable to touch.

Inadvertently perhaps,I have afforded you with the perfect view from which to watch as I slowly remove my clothing. I smile softly at the ludicrous thought, nothing this night has been left to chance.

Mischievously as each scrap of clothing is removed from my willowy form my fingers tantalizingly caress my soft smooth flesh as it is revealed to you in the candlelit room.

A soft sensual display for your eyes alone…

Fingers splay out across my belly and move lower still my eyes probing yours watching how they follow my small actions...

I laugh softly in delight as you futilely strain to touch wanting those wicked fingers to be yours and not mine. Soon I am moaning with abandon as my body arches in release while you remain controlled by my silky softness – controlled and denied.

Mmmmmm… yes, I adore that, how could I not?

My eyes find yours as I slip my fingers inside my warm wetness coating them with the evidence of my arousal; I withdraw them from my sopping depths I am once again smiling at your helpless form lying on the bed, your arms and your legs still bound.

With wanton provocation I run my honey coated finger around the tip of your hardness, laughing in delight again as I feel your body stiffen as you futilely pull against the scarves your cock jerking in heated response.

Wickedly I tease and stroke your length until you are begging for release your voice laced with your desperate need.

Wanting it but not wanting it, your fevered mind consumed with delirious confusion.

Kneeling between your legs I begin to kiss your needy cock…the cock which is now my cock? I adore its taste and texture as I guide you forwards along the path I would have you travel with me.

Without warning my lips slip from your hardness and I am off the bed and walking across the room. Turning for a moment in the doorway simply to drink in the sight of you; the surprised expression on your aroused face, of how helpless you look lying there bewildered and bemused..

Mmmmmm… yes, I adore that, how could I not?



As I lie reliving my dream I glance across at you, my dearest love…

It’s easy to love doing these things with you because I feel sexy when I am with you. You tell me so many times that it is me who you desire and how I make you feel, slowly I am gaining the confidence to be all that I know you want and need.

This is a journey of discovery for me, I am older than you and on occasion it has been truly hard for me to believe in who I am let alone who I am to you.

I do for you that which I would do for no other…

It is the small erotic nuances, the breath, the small tastes, the love interwoven amongst our baser actions that allow me freedom to explore this side of who I am. I appreciate truly appreciate your patience with me letting me move forward at my own pace.

As I watch your sleeping face I trace its contours gently with a languid finger knowing that in the end, we each will have to give a little to find a place where we can both enjoy what we have.

I’m willing to do that and I hope you are as well?


Symbiosis… yes, I adore that, how could I not?


I love you my darkest of angels.