Sensual Reminder.

[PearlNecklace]

OOC: Ive never done this before, but if someone is interested in being the boyfriend in the story I'd love to hear from you.

IC: Elizabeth, Liz to her friends sighed softly to herself as she slowed to car and stopped at the red night. She was on her way home from work, her job as a preschool teacher kept her busy all day. The four year olds she taught had so much energy she was always exhausted by the time hometime came around.

That wasn't why she was sighing, the sigh was largely because she was about to arrive and her home. She loved it really, it was her sanctuary, the place she most loved to spend her time. But lately, she was craving more. She loved her boyfriend, they lived together, you couldn't get too much more commited than that. But lately, the spark just wasn't there.

Perhaps they'd grown too familiar with each other or maybe their busy work schedules meant that by the time they arrived home they were too tired for romance. Whatever the reason Liz was sick of it and as she drove away from that green light she decided enough was enough.

She was an attractive girl, long brown hair with red overtones. Blue green eyes that sparkled, their colour changing depending on her mood. She stood at five foot six, long legs and a confident walk made her seem taller though. She was slim, with full breasts and an hour glass figure that was both a blessing and a curse. She was sure her boyfriend couldn't have suddenly decided she was unattractive. He just needed a reminder.

Enough was enough, with that decision made her mind began to race. Ideas of how she could bring back the spark raced through it as she hummed softly to herself, pulling into her driveway. Collecting her belongings she locked up her car and went inside, wondering if her boyfriend was home.

 

[soulchump]

TONY - Cubicles and Placards

OOC: 33 year-old Office Administrator for a group of executives at a Gypsum Wallboard Manufacturing & Development firm; 6' 2" - Brown Hair - Green Eyes - not muscular, but avoids the "office-job-paunch" through good nutrition; mildly perfectionistic; warm in spirit; beginning to realize that the only difference between a rut and a grave is the length.

IC: What is today . . . Tuesday? Since Tuesday and Wednesday are both grey-suit days, and the suits are only slightly different shades, I can never tell. I think it's the fluorescent lighting in here. Makes them look identical. So what is today again? Wednesday?

I wasn't always like this. In fact, I'm not even like this NOW! Or . . . at least I never planned to be like this . . . ? Hmmm. Maybe a new hobby? New . . . car? Something new!

(hold on . . . one of them's coming) [MINIMIZE]

[RESTORE] Jesus, another run to the coffee shop . . . in the interview I seem to remember the words, "Vital part of the team" being used, right alongside the phrase "internal promotions." Maybe if I'm lucky I'll bump into the CEO and get to recite the Mission Statement for him like a good little chimp. OK, he's not that bad. He's actually cool . . . maybe I should talk to him about stepping up, and try to get out from under these mook VP's.

Coffee. Right. At least when I get out to the parking structure I'll be able to tell what day it is . . . incandescent lighting out there.

* - * - * - * - * - * - * - * - * - * - * - * - *

Turns out it's Wednesday. Guess that means I should get Our Fearless David the ol' stand-by Friday dinner reservation for him and concubine #3. That guy's affairs are as boring as his marriage! What an ass. Not that I can talk. What an ass.

[PANIC BUTTON]

[RESTORE] Damn, that was close. Why does he always have to use that other door?! Freaks my shit out when he shows up behind me like that!! Anyway, I think I was in the middle of getting depressed about my libido . . . not that this is a one-way street, I mean Liz is busy too . . . it's just . . . well I suppose it's just typical, really. That fire isn't meant to last all the time, right? Isn't is supposed to mellow out a bit? Or entirely? Or just plain stagnate? Oh fuck, who cares . . . all I know is it's almost time to get the hell out of here. Wonder how we'll blah our way through another Wednesday night tonight . . . . I did decide it was Wednesday, right?

 

[PearlNecklace]

Wednesday Night

OOC: Thanks Soul Chump..

IC: Liz found herself carrying out her usual routine. Come home, get inside, put keys, bag, shoes away. Go to kitchen. Consider possibilities for dinner. Decide on one and begin preparation. While thats cooking, laundry was folded, ironed, put away. House vacuumed. House tidied. Whatever needed to be done to ensure things were tidy and clothes were clean. It was all so boring.

Feeling slightly rebellious, ideas still filtering through her mind she walked through to the spare room and turned on the computer. The usual routine can wait for a few minutes. As she waited for it to boot up she turned on some music. In the mood to listen to Jet, "Are You Gonna Be My Girl." She danced her way back to the computer and sat down.

Once connected to the internet she began her search, looking through search engines then websites. Ordering a couple of things, glad she had her own credit card even if the sites were discreet. Smiling to herself, she cleared the history. She didnt want Tony to find out, it would ruin the surprise and that would ruin the idea altogether. Still dancing, singing along with Jet she set the table and waited for Tony to arrive home.

 

[PearlNecklace]

 

[PearlNecklace]

*bump*

 

[soulchump]

TONY - Driving and Arriving

Driving home, I always find myself looking at the other commuters and wondering if they lead the same kind of life that I do. Are we all just wandering through our days, quietly longing, but afraid of change? Would finding "the perfect girl" be the solution to the whole thing, or have I already found her and the problem is with me? Is that teenage "fire in the belly" supposed to burn out, or is there a way to keep it alive?

Pulling into the driveway, I feel like there MUST be a way to find that spark inside myself again . . . not sure how, but it feels good to believe that it is there somewhere.

I collect my papers, shoulder bag, and trash from the car and step out onto the driveway.

". . . 5-6 c'mon an' get your kicks, now you don't need-a money with a face like that do ya . . . " She must be inside dancing around to that song again. Good song . . . especially for my upbeat mood. Makes me wonder about that "perfect girl" question.

" . . . said are you gonna be my girl?"

Well at least she's hot. Maybe it doesn't have anything to do with us as a couple, and we'd both perk up with a career change or something. Or just a trip somewhere! (note to self: check the budget to see if we can afford some time off, and then see what kinds of places we can go that fit the bill).

The music gets nice and loud as I open the door. " . . . know - we - ain't got -- much to say, before I let you get away, yeah!"

"Liz?"

 

[PearlNecklace]

Liz - Dinner.

This song had a bad affect on Liz, she just had to sing along with it. She also could'nt stay mad/sad/unhappy, whatever her bad mood may be when it was on. She was standing in their dining room, setting the table with their nicest crockery, making sure it looked perfect. Her hips swaying the whole time, singing loudly along with Jet.

The smile that had seemingly magically appeared after her trip online still plays across her lips as she goes back into the kitchen to continue cooking Tony's favourite meal. She doesnt hear him come home, calling her name, wondering where she is. She glances out the window and shes his car, smiling she goes out of the kitchen, looking down the hall towards the front door.

Seeing him standing there she smiles wider. "Tony! You're home! I didnt hear you." She says, dancing her way down the hall, stopping in front of him. She laughs softly, putting her arms around his neck, hips still moving to the beat and sings softly to him, "I said.. Are you gonna be my girl?" Winking as she shakes her hips, each sway punctuating the air in time to the heavy beat.

 

[soulchump]

TONY - Garlic-laden Welcome

(I love it when she gets like this . . . if I'm in a good mood BEFORE she gets like this, that is . . . otherwise it just gets annoying . . . but nothing can be too annoying when that smell is in the air)

"Is that GARLIC I smell? Because if it IS garlic, and that garlic is attached to some chicken parmigiano, then I just haven't been nice enough to deserve it. Tell me my nose deceives me, and save me from my guilt . . . please."

And with a grin I match her swaying hips long enough to give her a series of short kisses . . . lips, cheek, forehead, neck, nose, back to lips.

"Do you have the whole CD on, or is this a radio station?" Either one is fine with me, I realize, but I do want to know what kind of mood is going to be set for dinner. Music is vital with me, and she knows that.

Before she can even answer I quickly say, "Let me just dash upstairs, throw all my stuff down, get out of this coat and tie, and I'll come right back." The truth of the matter is that I'm so tense and uptight all day at my job, that I don't even relax enough to go to the bathroom, so coming home always makes me loosen up enough to realize that I have to pee.

As I dash up the stairs, I'm reminded of how well she knows me. Not only does she answer the questions about the food and music, she makes a crack about my real motivations for going upstairs. My tie is already off as I start laughing out loud.

Wednesday night is looking up a bit.

 

[PearlNecklace]

I watch Tony go up the stairs, enjoying the sound of his laughter, a warm glow moving through my body as I realise I caused it.

As he goes I turn the music down, wanting to have it as background noise not mimicking a club or a rave. I place the chicken parmigiano on plates, and carry them into the dining room. A fresh salad in a bowl joins it, along with Tonys favourite wine.

Humming softly along with the music, occasionally shaking my hips I impulsively place candles in the middle of the table and dim the lights. Stepping back and surveying my handiwork I smile. Moving around the table I sit down and wait for Tony to come back down. Pleased he was in a good mood.

I think over my plans as I sit there. Eyes closed, daydreaming about what might happen if everything goes to plan.

 

[soulchump]

TONY - Upstairs/Downstairs

Reaching the bedroom, the thought occurs to me that Wednesday is "hump day," but I laugh it off, figuring that the desire I'm feeling is probably just a cross between the better mood I'm in and the fact that I haven't made love to Liz in a couple of weeks.

A couple of weeks . . . . wow . . . we used to joke about that when we first started dating. We used to make wise cracks about "getting it now, because before long I'm only going to want to make love to you every couple of weeks." It was easy to laugh, because we knew it would never happen. It has been a couple of weeks. At least we're not to that point where it's "Every third Thursday, right after a certain TV show," but I can laugh about that assuming that it won't ever happen . . . which is exactly how we got Here. Jesus. Something's got to change.

On a lighter note, it feels good to be home. It feels good to be loose, free of tension. It feels good to be in my cotton drawstring pants and a more casual button-down shirt. It feels good to hear the music change, to smell the garlic, and to know that I'm not afraid to DO something about these things that bother me in life, instead of recognizing them but settling for them out of fear. NO RUTS!! NO COMPROMISES!!

I bound down the stairs to find the candles lit, the wine is poured (is that a Malbec?), and the food and Liz are hot and ready, good enough to eat. Sitting down to the table, I thank her in advance for what looks like an incredible meal and then, hoping that the answer is different than yesterday and the day before, I lift my glass to toast and ask her, "how was your day, sweets?"

While we're toasting, and before she answers, the upstairs thought returns . . . a couple of weeks!

 

[PearlNecklace]

I smile brightly as Tony walks back into the room. He looks so relaxed, so handsome. I wonder how I ever got so lucky as to call him mine, then realise I havent told him that, or shown him that in a while. It makes me think of how the spark seems to have died and how I want it back. I want to be out of the rut we've suddenly found ourselves in.

I look him over appreciatively as he moves to the table and sits, I lift my glass and toast with him, answering. "Its been a lovely day Tony. Full of fun and laughter and a few rsurprises." I smile and sip the wine, licking my lips. "How about your day baby? How are the suits? What was today, grey day for them?" I ask with a laugh, my eyes sparkling with amusement. Remembering how you would come home and joke that it was grey or black or blue day for your bosses.

I begin to eat the meal as I wait for Tony to answer, really wanting to know how his day was and how hes feeling. It seems like forever since we actually sat down and talked, really talked. Not brushed over the surface, asking questions you'd ask of an acquaintance.

 

[soulchump]

TONY - Communication with Garlic Breath

One sip and a few bites into the meal, I'm beginning to remember why I love this combination so very much. It just goes straight to your head. And your heat.

"Its been a lovely day Tony. Full of fun and laughter and a few surprises."

Colour me intrigued. But before I can ask about the surprises, she continues.

"How about your day baby? How are the suits? What was today, grey day for them?"

Again, she knows me. I smile. "Yeah. In fact it was grey-day. And a mood to match, but the last 30 minutes have washed some of that off, thank god." There's a sparkle in your eyes. You are listening to me. Really listening. That realization makes me want to say something worth listening to for once.

After a pause and another sip, I begin. "I want you to know something. It's something that's going on inside me. It's hard to describe, but the first thing that comes to me when I try to describe it is to say that there's a dark and a light in me. I'm starting to think that the dark is the home-to-work work-to-home groove that I've worn into the pavement at the end of our driveway . . . I don't know what I'm saying just yet . . . . this is all new . . . . I just know that I need to talk to you about it, because you always have great things to say. So . . . . um . . . say something great, wouldja?"

I grin, and mumble something about letting you know when I've got it more clear in my head. Now it's my turn to listen. To really listen. And I do.

 

[PearlNecklace]

I almost have to pick my jaw up from the table. We've had the same realisations today? I dont know why Im surprised though. We used to be one of those annoying couples. The kind who knew what the other was thinking or could finish their sentence.

As Tony elaborates on his feelings I smile, sipping my wine and giving him my full attention. His feelings resemble mine and Im glad. I'd hate to be the only one who actually wanted to fix this, the only one sick of the rut, the groove we've got ourselves locked into.

I laugh softly and nod, "Its funny you should say that Tony. I realised today that I didnt want to come home. I love our house, its comfortable and its one of my favourite places to be. But Im so sick of you and I, of what we've become. Two people, living side by side. When did stop talking? Stop having fun? When did that spark burn out?" I bite my lip, tracing a pattern over the tablecloth with my fingernail.

"I want to make love to you Tony. I want to fuck your brains out! I want to walk along the beach with you or just sit on the couch and talk for hours. I want to do all the things we've let our jobs and our responsibilities take over. Is this the something great you needed?"

I look hesitantly across the table at him. If it wasnt the great thing he needed Ive just poured my feelings out for no reason. Well, for a good reason. It needed to be said. Not knowing what else to do I pick up my knife and fork and begin to eat the dinner I prepared. Wondering how he'll react.

 

[soulchump]

TONY - Stunned and Happy


Wow. She didn't just find a way to put it. She found a way, and then put it right in my face. In my lap.

"Its funny you should say that Tony. I realised today that I didn't want to come home. I love our house, it's comfortable and it's one of my favourite places to be. But I'm so sick of you and I, of what we've become. Two people, living side by side. When did we stop talking? Stop having fun? When did that spark burn out?"

"EXACTLY!! Yes, exactly that!! That's the feeling!!"

"I want to make love to you Tony. I want to fuck your brains out! I want to walk along the beach with you or just sit on the couch and talk for hours.

"Yes! . . . . see, I just KNEW you would get it!!"
do i tackle her onto the floor right now?!

"I want to do all the things we've let our jobs and our responsibilities take over."

"Yes!! That's what's happened!! We're so focused on being responsible that we've forgotten to be FUN!!"
i just want to fucking tackle her onto the floor and start drinking this wine off every surface on her body

"Is this the something great you needed?"

"Yes! . . . and . . . well . . . . no. I mean, this is a huge part of it!! But for me, everything has to change! I've got to be more! To do more!! To be the man I've always pictured myself as, and that picture has you right next to me!! There just HAS to be more for us!"
why haven't i just gone and done it already?! it's obvious that we need to fuck each other madly!! is that the 'old me' hesitating?

Fuck that. NO RUTS!! NO COMPROMISES!!

I push back from the table and drop to my knees next to your seat, pulling your chair by the corner leg so that you're facing me. Grabbing your legs behind your knees, I pull forward as I spread them causing you to fall onto me, straddling me in a kneeling position as I lower onto my haunches. The knife tumbles to the floor nearby, and I'm almost glad that it splashed food with it, because it feels irresponsible and immature to make that mess.

As I pull your face into a kiss, I see the intensity in your eyes. I feel like a circus animal who has just been uncaged in the jungle . . . I don't know how it's going to be, I just know it feels incredible. We begin to kiss deeply and forcefully, our bodies pressed together by gravity and embrace.

I had almost forgotten that just kisses could get small moans out of us . . . because kisses have become that obligation-thing that you do when you really want to just "fuck and sleep" . . . every other week . . . NO MORE!!

There is no way that you can help but feel my cock pressing through our clothes against you. This is going to be the beginning of something amazing. Starting NOW.

 

[PearlNecklace]

Tony's talking enthusiastically as I have my little rant. Smiling like a mad woman I listen and watch and feel for the first time in the longest time that we're actually connecting. We're on the same wavelength, the same page.

I watch him stand, moving around the table and I know, I just know hes going to grab me and kiss me and we're going to end up on the floor or on the table. I dont mind which, eithre one is better then obligatory fuck we have fortnightly because we think we'd better.

He grabs me and I fall onto him, I gasp as I fall but his arms are around me in an instant and everythings okay. I hear the clatter as the cutlery I was holding falls to the floor and I cant help but grin as we fall to the floor too.

Im straddling him, one of my favourite ways to be, kissing him deeply. I cant tell where my mouth starts and his ends, out tongues are dancing, lips caressing and its so good I cant help but purr with satisfaction.

I ground into the bulge I feel intimately through my jeans, wishing I'd changed into a skirt because then there'd be almost no barriers. I can fix that though. Still kissing him passionately my hands move between us and push at his sweats. Im dying to feel his hardness in my hands.. my mouth.. my pussy. I want it all, but right now the fire between my legs is most desperate.

One hands slides inside and wraps around his shaft, moaning as I discover its as hard as I was hoping. The other hand fumbles with my zipper, desperate to remove the barriers that are hindering us from being locked intimately together.

 

[soulchump]

TONY - Hard to be Harder


God, I love the sound of a zipper . . . with your hand gripping my cock, and the fact that you went straight for your zipper, I realize that the time for re-acquainting myself with every last inch of your surface will have to wait until our next re-connection. It is clear that my cock needs to be buried deep inside your pussy.

As your hand is completing the downward pull on your zipper, mine have already begun to pull the pants down over your sweet ass. I'm reminded of how much I used to love to navigate around each piece of clothing and tease the newly exposed skin as it became available, stretching out the process of undressing until we were on fire. Skip the stretching, skip the process, because the Fire is Raging.

Your panties come down with the pants, over your thighs, and you lift one knee at a time as they move to your ankles, putting you in a position of hovering control over my cock, which glistens with pre-cum as you free it from the sweat pants.

I haven't wanted to fuck you this urgently since New Years 2004. Remember our resolution to "spend more quality time together?" Happy New LIFE this time.

"Fuck me NOW."

 

[PearlNecklace]

I know I should be embarrassed, that I should at least make some pretence of foreplay with Tony. But I cant, my body wont let me. Im on fire and Im so hot I about to spontaneously combust. I soon realise its okay, Tony feels the same. As I smile down at you from my hovering position I can see your cock is giving you away. Its hard and strong and already glistening so invitingly. I hesitate a moment wondering if I should give into the desire to suck it.

But I cant, not when every slight movement of my hips brushes my sex along your cock, makes me think of times gone by when Ive been in this position. They all come flooding back to me, spilling through my consciousness as if I was watching a movie. The morning I woke up form a deliciously erotic dream and took advantage of your morning hard-on. Or the time we were at that party and we'd whipped each other into a frenzy of lust with hidden caresses and hushed dirty words. We'd gone into a quiet room and Id sat on your lap, thats the way it look to everyone else. It was nice and so naughty to ride you like that, feel you come inside me as I pretended to be interested in what an acquaintance had to say.

I move against you, in much the same teasing manner. Feeling the head of your cock slide over my clit and tease at my sex has me whimpering in need and delight. My hands rest on your chest, teasing over your nipples through your shirt. I lean forward and bite at your neck, growling softly. When Im horny like this, full of lust for you. I want to bite and scratch and fuck in the most base, animalistic way. Its all can do to not sink down onto your cock and ride you hard and fast as I throw my head back and growl or purr.

Feeling mischievious though I look down to you with a grin and whisper. "Alright Tony, I'll fuck you.. but only if you admit what a neglectful boyfriend you've been of late and promise never to be so again.."

 

[soulchump]

TONY - At the Entrance

OOC: God DAMN, Pearl!! Can we do some "flashback" postings where we get to go back and re-live those other times you've ridden me?! Nice post!!


Your clit always turns me on. Just knowing it's there turns me on, let alone the heat and rush that comes when I feel it with my fingers, my tongue, or my cock. And there it is . . . one of the very best things about this position is my ability to look down the length of your beauty and see your clit, especially when it's being teased by my cock.

You know how sensitive my ears are, and that growling and whispering into them is sending shivers down my spine. Fuck, that's hot.

"Alright Tony, I'll fuck you.. but only if you admit what a neglectful boyfriend you've been of late and promise never to be so again."

Hrrmmmmm . . . it appears that being on top has led her to believe that she's "on top." Maybe I should roll her into a side-by-side position. But before I can even complete these thoughts, my mouth has already rushed ahead and answered, knowing that the quicker we get this talked through, the quicker I get to slide deep inside that wet cunt.

"WE let it get this way, Liz. I will openly admit to the neglect, because I did neglect you. I will apologize for my part in the boredom and the rut. I will make that promise never to let it get that way again. But you'll get that admittance, that apology, and that promise out of me only if you agree that this was a two-way street. And it's important that we agree on that, because I'M not going to be fixing our relationship, WE are . . . so let's start that journey with no blame for what is now behind us." With a wry grin to match hers, and a bit of a chuckle, I continue, "I'm going to make this easy on you . . . if you agree with me, you don't even have to tell me so . . . all you have to do is slide your body down my cock until I'm all the way inside you and then fuck my brains out. Deal?"

 

[PearlNecklace]

OOC: We can do flashbacks if you like Soul. Im glad you enjoyed it!

Im trying so hard to listen to Tony, to comprehend all hes saying. I have to concentrate so hard though. Im on fire, liquid heat pulses through my veins, my whole world seems to centre on his cock and how close he is to being inside me. I want him inside me, but not yet, at the right time.

With my arms around his neck from when I'd been growling into his ear, I close my eyes and let his words flood over me. I cant help but smile as he finishes.

. . all you have to do is slide your body down my cock until I'm all the way inside you and then fuck my brains out. Deal?"

I know I can do that. I can help make this right, its not all his fault. I just wanted to make him squirm a little. Maybe I should torture him for a little longer...

I sit back up again, gently scratching my fingernails down his chest, over his nipples. Im sure hes dying to be inside me. That all this talking is like toture to him. It must be, he wont even let me speak, he just wants to be fucked. Still straddling Tony's hips I smile innocently down at him and bite my lip nervously "Are you sure Tony? We might need counselling or even to spend a little time apart?" To emphasise the point I kneel up taller, moving my body away from his.

Theres a teasing glint in my eye Im sure I cant hide, and Im sure he can see. I know hes going to just grab me and fuck me soon. Its all a little too much for him and I want that. I want to fucked. Im not into being dominated, but right now the idea of Tony taking control and showing me what he means. Showing me how much he wants me. Taking me in the ways he used to, is exactly what Im craving. He used to do it after I'd teased him all night, like the time I'd worn no panties to dinner at his brothers house and surprised him partway through dinner with with a taste of my juices on my finger. If I tease and torture him for long enough I'll get my way.

 

[PearlNecklace]

*Gentle bump*

 

[soulchump]

TONY - At the Entrance, no Ticket

"Are you sure Tony? We might need counselling or even to spend a little time apart," you say as you hover slightly higher now above my unwavering dick. That tease look . . . I'm pretty sure that's the tease look. But GOD, this is important to you, to us! . . . so if I go with the "she's teasing" route, I could get fucked in the wrong way!!

Shit. Only a moment has passed, but I know you're waiting for an answer . . . and I still haven't formed one. Or have I . . .

"Counselling is for people hoping that a third party will justify their desire for a break up."

I run my hands up your back until I'm rubbing your shoulders, near your neck.

"If you want that, then you wouldn't want THIS." And as I say it, I simultaneously pull down on those shoulders while spreading my legs, forcing yours wider apart, lowering you onto my cock until you have half of me inside you. There's no denying the pleasure of the feeling of penetration, and the moan from your lips belies your position in the matter (no pun intended).

With your legs only able to go wider, and your shoulders not being able to lift with my weight pulling on them, there is only one direction to go. I have you. But you must tell me first . . . Was - I - The - Only - One - To - Blame . . . ??

"And if you don't want this," I emphasize with a tiny thrust and withdrawal, "that means this was all my fault. In which case we're through." The look in my eye is dead serious now. I will have you, regardless of your answer. The only difference is whether or not we're still dating after I cum inside you. And you know I mean it.

 

[PearlNecklace]

Somehow things turned serious. I was trying to avoid that. Mostly because I didnt want to have this conversation. I didnt want to have to decide if we have a future or not. I know I want us to have one. That this was meant to be a shake up not a break up. But this conversation was not part of the plan.

I feel him push up into me, emphasising his point. Hes always been good at finding ways to emphasise points.. to show me without words that he means every single one that leaves his lips.

"And if you don't want this, that means this was all my fault. In which case we're through."

As soon as the words leave his lips I feel as if Ive been stabbed in the heart. "God, Tony, no!" I bite my lip, swallowing hard because if I dont get control of myself I might just start crying. All the tears Ive never shared with him might just fall, bursting like a dam.

I feel one fall, sliding slowly down my cheek as I shake my head and push down all the way onto him. I continue to shake my head as I slowly ride him, I cant speak, not yet. Theres a lump the size of a golf ball in my throat and anything I might say will sound like a squeak Im sure.

So I show him, I slide my body over his. I bring my knees together, pulling his together and slowly lift myself up and down his shaft. My hands move up and down his chest, over his stomach, along his ribs. Caressing his skin. I lean forward and my lips brush along his collarbones, up his neck, along his jaw.

"I want you. I want this. Dont you ever leave me!" I whisper against his lips, hushed words the only thing I can manage. "It was my fault too, we're equally to blame. I was just teasing you. I suppose I went too far." I continue to slowly lift myself fractionally off his shaft then slide back down. Hes deep inside me and it feels so right.

 

[soulchump]

TONY - Homecoming


After I speak my ultimatum, you immediately respond. And thank God for that, because I wasn't sure I would have had the strength to leave you. What troubles me is the sadness I've caused you, both now and over the course of time. The depth of your feelings shows in your skin, your touch, your eyes, your tear, your mouth . . . and as you take me completely inside you, I feel the depth of how connected we are in these unspoken sadnesses.

Just seeing you like this wells my feelings up, and my jaw clenches automatically to hold back the emotion. You are sliding up and down on me now, and I can feel the texture and the warmth of you surrounding me, holding me. God, I love to be inside you. Your hands and lips trailing over my skin let me know that we have an agreement - a mutual desire, both for this moment together and for long-term change.

Then you speak it out loud: "I want you. I want this. Don't you ever leave me! It was my fault too, we're equally to blame. I was just teasing you. I suppose I went too far." And the vulnerability that caused my defensiveness just washes away. Now so sure. Now together. Now I'm crying, openly, and kissing you wetly.

Our pace has increased with our closeness. My attention is drawn back to the sensation of your pulsing inner walls gripping me in rhythm with our bucking.

"We're connected. I'll never leave you. It will never be like it was again."

Wrapping one arm around your back to hold us together, and bracing the other on the table for stability, I stand up with you, your legs naturally wrapping around me as we rise. I walk us into the next room, where the over-stuffed chair waits in the living room - a reminder of "our favorite fuck-spot" before we became boring "always in bed" people. This chair always held you so comfortably, and at the perfect height so that I could kneel right in front of you and see your whole body as we thrusted against eachother.

Through our tears and kisses, we are emotionally bound. Through your cunt and my cock, we are primally connected. As you settle back into the chair, my hands are finally freed. The left one strokes the tear from your cheek, and holds your face in its palm, the fingers trailing into your hair and around your ear. The right one I use to dip my thumb into your wetness before I slide my cock back out slowly. As we begin to find our new pace, my thumb slides over your clit with each stroke.

Seeing your body laid out before me like this, at home between your legs, I know that this was THE ONLY OUTCOME. Like coming home. And I smile.

 

[PearlNecklace]

Tony's crying and I can't handle the sight of it, I've never been able to watch him cry and not join him. But we're joined now, our tears mix as we kiss and hold each other and it just feels right. Im glad he's not one of those men who refuse to show emotion. Who think they're not manly if they shed tears. He is carving a deeper place for himself in my heart as I watch them fall.

I smile as he lifts me and moves us through to the other room. I know instinctively where we're going before we arrive. Our chair. That special armchair that I can't walk by, let alone sit in without reliving the encounters that took place there.

He places me in the chair and I look down my body at him, taking in my nakedness and his. Its as if we're part of the same body, we're connected so intimately right now we probably are.

I smile as he brushes my tears away, there are no more to shed. I feel myself healing, recovering as we move against each other and each tear dries. His thumb moves over my face as the other moves over my sex. I gasp softly, it feels so good to have the tandem sensations of his cock inside me and his thumb on my clit.

I smile down at him, leaning forward to brush my lips over his face and kiss the tears away. They're soon gone and I'm glad, I dont want there to be anymore sadness. I smile and brush my lips along his jaw to his ear, whispering "I love the way you fuck me baby" before biting roughly on his earlobe. I lightly scratch my fingernails down his spine as I continue to nibble. The combination is always a perfect way to show Tony that I want more, that I don't mind if he takes me roughly. I wanted to make love to him, we've done that. I want to fuck him now.. want to give way to the animalistic urges that used to bring us to this chair. No more boring sex because we feel we have to. I want to give way to the urge to fuck him anywhere at anytime! And I'm going to, starting now.

 

[soulchump]

TONY - Primed and Fueled


The primal connection has come to the forefront. I had almost forgotten what that ear shit does to me when we get going . . . feeling your nails rake down my back just makes me grunt before I know what I'm doing, and I feel that slapping of our bodies together that starts to happen when I impulsively start to curl my ass under at the end of each stroke into your cunt.

As our bucking becomes more frenzied, and our sounds start to grow louder and more animal, I find myself grabbing your arms and using them to push you back into the chair, continuing with your arms until they are pinned over your head against the chair-top.

Holding you this way changes my body position, allowing me to slam into you with more of my weight. The stuffing of the chair sinks under our weight with each thrust, but springs you back up into me as I pull out, so each stroke is throwing your body back and forth.

My one hand grips your wrists above you while my other cups the breast that I'm leaning forward to suck and bite . . . our moans, grunts, breathing, and slaps are making me so fucking hot.

Between flicks of the tongue, I rasp out, "God DAMN, I love to fuck you!" The pace quickens.