The Key

[Cirrus]

OOC: The thread that started it all: http://www.literotica.com/forum/showthread.php?threadid=33153 I got a suggestion to come over here and develop this. I'd really like to since it's a RL fantasy of mine involving a real person. It could work the other way around where I'm the recipient of the key too. Now I just need a man. The man in my mind is older but you don't have to be. You only have to play an older man convincingly. One on one for now is what I have in mind but if we can get this going we'll see what happens.

I don't RP much so I don't know if it's proper etiquette to start a thread like this but I'm willing to learn on the job.

 

[Tyriel]

OOC

I'll play the man if you'd like. Just let me know what age, and whether I've got the key or you. Should be fun.

 

[ariosto]

OOC:

I read the link you provided and your introduction here.
It sounds enticing. A low key, highly sensuous chain of one on one encounters. A series of masturbation fantasies linked by the KEY.
I am in fact an older man ( I won't say how much) but I'll tailor my character to reflect myself.

Hows this...

I'm just under six feet, average build, body well toned.
My complexion is dark, a legacy of Italian ancestry. Hair very dark but a few strands of grey, A beard close trimmed
and greying as well. My eyes are hazel. My age is (for this scenario) mid 40s.

I am in the Arts. Director of a museum in fact. I am a collector of a number of curiosities including literary and artistic erotica.


I'd like to do this with you. Let me know.
I have posted quite a bit lately including a story called
The Car Stops, if you wish to look at my writing style.

 

[Cirrus]

OOC: Sorry Tyriel, ariosto seems better suited for this one. Maybe another time, and nothing personal, OK? In fact, ariosto, if those are your RL stats, you might actually resemble him a little. If it's OK with you, I'd like to give the key to you.

I don't have any time to write at the moment, but I'll make an IC post tomorrow and get the ball rolling, so to speak, unless you wish to go first. If that's the case, feel free.

 

[ariosto]

OOC:
Most honored, and wait for your lead.
Yes those stats save for the exact nature of my vocation
are right on the money.

 

[Cirrus]

OOC: I don't think I'm very good at writing in the first person, but I'll give it my best shot. I'll try not to be overly verbose, but I can't make any promises.

IC: I don't think I really met Edward so much as he materialized. I can't remember where I met him, or the first time I saw him, but from whatever point that was on, he has more or less always been there.

On the same token, I can't remember exactly when I started lusting after him either. No, lust doesn't do my feelings for him justice...it's lust mixed with affection, probably just short of love. He is my dear friend, as is his wife, Christine, but I don't feel the "pull" towards her that I feel toward him. I actually feel drawn to this man. There in lies the conflict.

I am mesmerized by him each and every time I see him, and with his hectic schedule, that's mostly at work. He just seems to exude this repressed sexuality/sensuality that I find irristible. Everyone but me perceives him to be stodgy and anal retentive. How can they not see the mischeif in his smile and aqua blue eyes...or maybe it is only me that he shows it to.

He isn't anal retentive, he's driven, which is one of the things I admire most about him, and he's made for good company on the nights I can't get anything done until after 6, when everyone else has left. Many a night I've walked home with him, and many a night I've wished he would walk the extra couple of miles to my humble apartment instead of up own driveway....many a night I stay up fantasizing of what we'd be doing if he had.

I find myself constantly enthralled by his genteel, shy nature, and it is the very act of trying to be understated that makes me notice him. His voice is thick and soothing, bearing the remnants of his east coast upbringing, and dispite his gentlemanly disposition there is something adorably chaotic about him....the way his curly, silver streaked hair never stays in the style he attempts, how he plays his music too loud when he thinks no one but the cleaning crew is on the floor. It's always something introspective. something with a message...Tori Amos, Bjork, Counting Crows, Dave Matthews, sometimes older stuff like Springstein, but always loud or not at all.

All of this is why I can't understand or begin to rationalize what I am about to do. I am about to risk our friendship, my friendship with his Christine, and possibly change all those years of comfortable silence into awkward pauses. But some things can't be rationalized, and some feelings cannot be denied.

-break-

I knocked on the door, softly, so as not to startle him. He can get so engrossed in his work I sometimes believe dropping a pen could give him a heart attack.

"Edward?"

"Oh, hi Danni...didn't hear you come in" That smile...that lovely, soft smile. Is that only mine as well? I doubt it, but I can hope it is.

"Obviously. I'm leaving soon. You?" Say yes say yes say yes.

"Nah, I don't think so. Christine's in Israel...again, so..."

"Again? Wasn't she just there?"

"Yeah. Not much to be done about it though...duty calls. But I really need to finish up here, and since there's no one waiting up for me...." That laugh. Trying to hide his frustration, but I see through it.

"Okay...I'll see you tomorrow then, I guess." Shit.

"Yes, I guess so. Hey, uh...are you going to be OK walking home? Because I could take this home and..."

"No, it's OK. Really. Goodnight then."

I desperately want to spend time with him, but I don't want to inconvenience him either. Besides, what on earth do I think I'm going to do when I get there? Invite myself in for a nightcap and sex? On any other man that might work, but not Edward. Too shy. And to tell you the truth, so am I tonight. He just seems to deserve better than that. The old "I could really use a drink" ploy just seems to trashy.

Walking down the stairs I kick myself in the ass. The one night I could test the waters and he wants to stay. Why am I such a chickenshit? Why am I so damn considerate? I should have let him leave. Never mind what I'd do when we got there, I'd think of something. Or not. But now I'll never know. Dammitalltohell I'm such an idiot.

Walking down the stairs a million thoughts are running through my brain. He wouldn't cheat on Christine. He doesn't want me. Why would he? Wait a minute...why wouldn't he? If it's on my mind, what's to say it's not on his? It's not like I'm out to use him, or to hurt anyone...it's not like that. It's...oh I don't know but I'm not malicious. I care about this man, but on the same hand, I really, really want him. Anyone else I can shamelessly flirt with, but not him.

In a moment of uncharacteristic impulse and chutzpah, I reach in my pocket and slip out my key ring. Taking a deep breath, I slip my apartment key off of it, knowing that once it's off, I won't let myself turn back. Back up the stairs, my heart racing.

Another knock on the door. What the hell am I doing? I'm telling him and letting him decide, that's what I'm doing. All, hopefully, without saying anything. At least that's how I've imagined it. I'll deal with his decision either sooner or later, either way. Hopefully sooner.

"Danni, shit, you scared me to death. I thought you left."

Take his hand and give him the key JUST DO IT!!! I reach out and touch his shoulder...slowly run my fingers down until his hand rests, palm up, in mine. I take a quick glance at his eyes, so readable. He's confused, and more than a little freaked. But he's not pulling away. Maybe he's hasn't processed any of this yet, or maybe he doesn't want to....but he's not pulling away. This is good. I press the key into the palm of his hand and close it into a fist.

"Danni, what...?"

"Shhh..." His fingers touch the heel of his hand and I kiss it, lightly, so nervous I could pass out, but I've done it. No turning back now. I slip out of the door and down the stairs, onto the street.

I wonder what he's thinking. I wonder what he'll do. I wonder what the hell I'm doing.

I'm home, finally (that walk never seemed so short before) and I grab the spare key from the basement and fumble with the lock with hands that have one intention...shaking. But the worst is over. Now all I have to do is wait.

[Edited by Slutmouth on 05-24-2001 at 10:54 PM]

 

[ariosto]

OOC:
Ok Danni, this is going to be a good one. It's way to late for me to post a fitting reply tonight (I'm on the East Coast). I will have one for you sometime late tomorrow.
I'm looking forward to this and hope you don't expect an intensive post "storm". My replies to you will be carefully
crafted. I can tell you also that I will be out of town from tuesday thru Friday next week. Perhaps we can arrange two or three exchanges before then.

It would help me a lot to know Danni's physical appearence or at least what my character would know of it at this point.

 

[Cirrus]

OOC: Sure, post as you wish, quality over quantity. I know that first post got long, I had to develop plot, etc...and give you something to go on for your character.

Danni is around 30 (for this scenario), but looks younger. She's not unattractive but not beautiful, think cute. Slim, petite build, average height, around 5'6" or so, medium length sandy blond hair. She isn't paralyzingly shy, but not the forward type either. Her actions were WAY out of character for her. The rest I shall trust to your creative license. Have fun.

 

[ariosto]

Edward looked at the key shining on his desk amidst the neatly arranged curio's sent back by the museum's field teams. In a way it was stranger than the Celebeese shrunken head or the Han Dynasty Jade Phallus. And in all ways it was more personal.

He picked it up and looked at it. An ordinary key. It had a phallic shape too, like the Chineese jade. It was also still warm from Danni's hand. For some reason he held it close to his nose and smelled it. No hint of perfume only a metallic brassy...

**Idiot**
He thought and laid it down again.

Danni was a part of his life and had been for several years.
She did so well, all the things he didn't like to do. She had made the museum a going concern financialy and allowed him to concentrate on the curatorial tasks that were his passion.
She was invaluable. A guest at his home for dinner often. Christine thought the world of her.

And now the key.

He allowed himself, as he had before on occasion, to think of Danni, not as a valued assistant but as a woman.
She was attractive, personable, a warm lovely smile, beautiful eyes. She had excellent taste in clothes, conservative but chosen to accent her coloring and
compliment a splendid figure.

Yes.

The key meant another world would open. He did not feel guilt as he contemplated using it. Christine had left him in spirit many years ago. Her absences had grown longer and more frequent. He'd never strayed, never cheated. He didn't know what she did on her journey's, he was afraid of the answers.

The key glittered.

He took it off his desk and slid it into a vest pocket. For some reason he also took the little jade phallus.
When he turned off the light and bid the guard goodnight, Edward wasn't sure what he would do but the direction he began to walk in would take him right by Danni's apartment.

 

[Cirrus]

About half an hour until he gets here, depending on when he leaves. Just enough time for a shower. I corrected myself...if he's coming. If. I feel like a damn high school girl on prom night, wanting to go all the way but afraid to even leave the house with him. It's a rush, but terrifying at the same time.

I dash into my room and strip off my clothes and grab my robe. Dash into the bathroom and turn on the shower. I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror, and to perfectly honest I still like what I see. I wonder if Edward will...if he's coming. Soaping up in the shower, there's a presence in the back of my mind that imagines my hands are his. Gentle and soft, tender and demanding. I let my mind and my hands wander for a while until reality snaps me back. This isn't helping anything. What if he doesn't show up? What if he does?

I finish my shower, turn out the light, and get into bed. The sheets feel cool against my skin and light breeze comes in through the window. It's a little easier to relax in here. Just a little.

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Now I know how he does it. How he can feel standing behind him before he sees me. He stands in my bedroom doorway like an aparition, and he looks so beautiful. Only half his face is in the light, but the pale moonlight almost illuminates his eyes and glints off of his hair. I can't tell if he sees me looking at him, but I somehow know he can feel it. He stands there for a moment, almost afraid to come in. He runs his hands through his hair as his eyes dart around the room, trying to get used to the half-light. He doesn't know what to do with his hands.

"Danni, I don't know what I'm doing here..." He speaks softly, as though he might shatter the quiet of the night and the moment with too many words.

"You wouldn't be here if you didn't want to be. You know that." Yeah, good. Try to fake confidence. Nice move. Now what?

"I know that. I just...I mean..."

I lean up onto my elbow and offer him my hand. He doesn't know what to say because there's nothing left to be said. His footsteps resonate like hammer blows across the floor. Everything is amplified and surreal. I watch as he slips off his black woolen overcoat and hangs it on the doorknob. It suddenly has gotten quite warm in here.

"Come here Edward...just lay with me."

His fingers slip in between mine as he takes my hand and I swear I can feel a little shock. A few springs creak in protest as my bed gets used to having someone else's weight on it. His hand never leaving mine, he slips his arm around me and I hear him sigh as he lays down, pressed against my back. I slide closer, pressing against him, and I can still faintly smell his cologne. His arm tightens around me and I feel his lips brush the back of my neck sending a tingle all the way down my spine.

"Why did you ask me here tonight?" Like he doesn't know.

"Because I like you. I'm lonely...so are you. And..." I swallow hard, "and I want you." Did those words just come out of my mouth? Who the hell am I tonight?"

"Mmm...interesting." I can hear the mischievious smile in his voice on his next sentence. "So now what?" OK, it's not just me. This isn't like him either.

I turn to face him, resting my hand on his upper arm. "I don't know...what?" It was my turn to smile now.

[Edited by Slutmouth on 05-26-2001 at 12:47 PM]

 

[ariosto]

"I think trying to meet you on an equal playing field of undress might be a start Danni."

It was dark in the bedroom, but Edward new from touch and shadow that she was nude under the sheets.
He smiled and stood up, she could see him as a silhouette against the window as he quickly removed his clothes. She was amused when he seemed at a loss as to where to put them. She nodded towards a chair and he tossed them there with uncharacteristic abandon.
She could also see that he was aroused, hopefully by her and not the situation.

His body looked dark against the white moonlit sheets.
He sat next to her and kissed her on the lips.

"Danni are you sure of this?"

She nodded and he kissed her again, a longer sweeter kiss, his lips moved to her cheeks and forehead, the bridge of her nose. His warm lips kissed her eyes shut, and met her lips again. This time she responded, reaching up, twining her fingers in his hair, she drew him to her, lips parting, tongues meeting in a slow warm delicious dance.
The kiss lasted forever and then his lips moved to her throat and behind her ear,

Whispering...
DanniDannidannidanni...
He kissed his way lower drawing down the sheets, which hung for a second on her stiffening nipples, and then slid away to her waist.

She felt warm hands, cupping and caressing her breasts.
She filled his hands perfectly, he gently squeezed her, the hard tips burning his palms. He began to move them in a slow circular motion. Her breasts caught in a glove of fingers moved with them.


[Edited by ariosto on 05-26-2001 at 07:16 PM]

 

[Cirrus]

God, he's good at this. Not that I had imagined him any differently. I've always been a sucker for that first kiss with someone new. My 8th grade boyfriend once told me he thought how good a kisser someone was is in direct proportion how much you liked them. He was right...I never really liked him that much.

But Edward...now he's a different story entirely. In my 1001 fantasies, maybe more, but who's counting, this is what he had been like. Slow and tender, just a little nervous. I had him pegged exactly. I always suspected under that dignified, shy exterior there lay a passionate lover. Even caught up in the bravado of the night, able to hide his eyes in the darkness, I can feel a slight hesitation in him. He won't say no...if he were going to do that he wouldn't be here.

His kisses are liquid velvet, I could lose myself in him forever, just like this. But he's not the only nervous one here tonight, and I'm sure he knows it. This is wrong, but also a long time coming. Still, I'm not sure what to make of it all, but if he keeps kissing me like this, I shouldn't have too much trouble figuring it out.

He breaks our kiss and I feel his lips on my neck...my weakest spot. His teeth scrape the electrified flesh as I feel his hand slide around me cupping my breast, almost like a schoolboy's would, hoping I won't notice. My hand joins his in a gesture of reassurance and he seems to relax a little, getting a little more agressive. His warm soft fingers find my nipples and I arch against him, seeking. He whispers my name, almost as an incantation, as lost in the moment as I am. His lips tease the outside of my hip, the fold of my thigh, and though I want this more than anything this is the final barrier, the seventh seal. I give him this and there is absolutely no turning back.

"Danni...what is it?" He must have felt me tense up a little.

"Nothing, it's just...." Oh great, I have to try to talk now "...just been a while, that's all."

"If you're not sure..."

"Shh...I'm sure, just scared that you'll..."

He knows me so well...he cuts me off there "I won't hurt you. I....think....you're....beautiful" Each of his last few words punctuated by a gentle kiss up my inner thigh. He can hurt me, use me, hell, he can kill me afterwards if he wants, but that felt too good to talk any more. Inch by delicious, torturous inch his mouth grows nearer to where I need to feel it.

"Sssssssssss......" another one of those shocks...

"OK?"

"Yes......more"

His tongue is expert, maddening. Up to the edge and back down, time after time he takes me up and back. My fingers are wound in his hair, so tightly I must be hurting him but I can't help it. Up and...stop.

"Edward....please...." I'm practically crying now, needing the release so desperately.

"Please what? Talk to me Danni, tell me what you want."

He has to pick now to play power games. He's already got it...he's got me in the palm of his hand and he knows it. At this moment my body belongs totally to him, aching for him and him alone.

"Please don't do this...it's torture."

"You're doing it to yourself Danni." There's a hint of smugness in his voice. I couldn't have predicted this side of him, ever. "Tell me what you want and I"ll give it to you."

He runs his tongue up my thigh again, more slowly this time. "I'll give it to you really, really good...all you have to do is ask." His teeth sink gently into the apex of my thigh, making me squirm and clutch him to me...."I'm waiting...and so are you." I can almost see him smile this time. Damn him.

 

[ariosto]

Edward was as surprised as she at the strange new man he seemed to have become. He'd never been a macho type. He enjoyed sex tremendously and had done his best to become skillfull in the things that would please a woman but with his wife, with Christine, it had become increasingly a duty to be performed. All his tender and exotic variations had not found a receptive welcome within his domestic bed.
But Danni...

She was receptive, she was responsive, she was the forbidden fruit he had grabbed and in so doing had become more than himself. Now all the pent up fantasies he imagined could be released with this willing girl and most amazing of all...she seemed to want them to be.

He decided to wait no more.

"You're delicious Danni. A feast for me...unimaginable.
I'll devour you..."
His voice was a whisper in the night.

He drew the covers all the way down until her body from toe to tossled hair was exposed to him. Edward lifted her foot, her left foot and held it. His hands massaged the
arch and ankle as he kissed each toe in turn, long kisses. His tongue dipped in between each one and Danni laughed at the ticklish effect it had, but her laughs quieted as Edwards mouth began a slow exploration up each leg, nuzzling, kissing, licking ...
His hands were sliding along the cool, firm skin of her thighs and his lips followed the caress of his fingers. She parted her legs slightly and he rubbed his beard along the sensitive skin now opened to him. She watched as he slowly, sensuoulsly made his way to the place where his lips had been a moment before.
He looked up and met her eyes as his tongue touched her sex ever so lightly. His hands were under her hips now and raised her gently from the bed. She felt the tip of his tongue sliding up the length of her, pausing at the top, pressing slightly against her hooded pearl.

Edward loved this.
It was something Christine rarely consented to. A women's sex had always reminded Edward of a most delicate flower, one to be savored and opened slowly with the gentlest of touch and caress and now he was doing precisely that. His tongue felt the excitement of her response and it began sliding between the opening petals. The inside of her lips were the smoothest things he had ever felt in his life.

Danni was arching her back now, moaning softly, asking for something more. Edwards tongue found the hardening nub of her clitoris and massaged it, back and forth, up and down. Then he took it in his mouth and gently sucked.

My God how sweet this was.
My god....
She was pushing herself against him, pressing against his face, wanting more...
He wanted more. He wanted to be inside her, deep inside her, tasting, exploring every secret place that made her different then he.
Enfolding her sex between his lips, Edward entered the source....

 

[Cirrus]

Dear lord where did he learn this.....

I couldn't help whimpering a little, he just felt so...so perfect. Screaming might wake the downstairs neighbors, but that's actually what I feel like doing. Edward, and my body are what is controlling my mind right now, nothing rational, nothing logical, just need and raw, carnal desire. And I rather like this power trip he seems to be on tonight as well.....

His fingers rake the small of my back, making me arch and press closer to him than I already am. His tongue slides deep inside me where no man, not even my own hand, has touched in far too long, and I love it....soft, moist heat seems to fill every nerve and I cry out his name, encouraging, pleading, begging for more.

"You like that, Danni?" I love the sound of my name on his lips, lustful and throaty.

"Mmmmmmm......."

"Hm? Tell me baby, does that feel good?"

"OhmygodYES!!!" He wants to hear it, he wants to know how much I want him. Most of all he wants control. And I want to give it to him. I'm so close, half delerious with pleasure, needing him to take over the edge so badly...he knows my body so well, as well as he knows my mind it's as if he's done this a million nights before this. And he knows I can't take any more.

Through the fog in my head I hear him moan himself as he takes me back into his mouth, finding my clit, the swollen jewel throbbing under the gentle lash of his tongue and closes his lips around it, sucking rhythmically. Ecstasy has become agony and a choked sob escapes my throat, crying out to him to help me the rest of the way.

His fingers stroke the inside of my thigh and I feel them parting my sex, stroking, teasing....

"You're going to cum for me, Danni..." It was a statement, not a question as he slides his fingers inside, as slow and as deep as they'll go and finally hit bottom. "Ahhhh, yeah....god you're tight inside..."

I've never heard him talk like this before, his voice is beautiful and hypnotizing...how long I've wanted to hear him talk to me as his lover, and for tonight, his slut.

My muscles involuntarity clutch his fingers, drawing him in deeper, his fingers move inside me, not quite a thrust, but stroking, taking me even closer to the edge, seconds away from the moment of ecstasy I've waited too long for.

"God....Edward....pleaseIcan'ttakeanymore...."

"I know Danni, I know....but you have to talk to me, you know that...." How in the hell is he keeping his composure?

He knows I will, he knows he can make me beg for it and I want to...I want to let him hear it just as I'd want to hear him beg me...driving me crazy is driving him crazy.

"Make me cum....please....let me cum in your mouth....I need it so bad....anything you want, I'll do anything you want...."

"Good girl", I hear his voice just over a murmur as his lips find my clit the third and final time. One hand twines in the curls of his hair as the other rakes down his back, making him shudder.

His fingers slide to the very entrance of my body then he slams them all the way back in in one quick stroke...his hands tighten around my hips as the first spasm hits me and my body twists against him. I've never cum this hard in my life...I finally do scream, not caring about the neighbors or anything else, just screaming his name and a mess of words even I don't understand...

Edward takes me in his arms afterwards, stroking my hair as I relax, raining gentles kisses on the back of my neck.

"Good, huh?" The smile is back in his voice again.

"Mmmmmm...." I let my voice trail off as if to say 'do you really have to ask?'

"You know you're mine tonight, Danni, and next time I'm going to feel you cum with more than just my fingers..."

 

[ariosto]

Edward had wanted more than anything to have his mouth around Danni's sex and his tongue inside her pussy when she came. He wanted to know the taste of the juices he had made to flow from her, he wanted to swallow her down and feel her warm inside himsef.
Instead he was contented with licking his fingers, then putting his hands to her lips letting her taste this marvelous warm liquid. They cleaned his hands together.

"Danni..."

Her eyes were closed and his voice seemed a part of the nightwind that was cooling her body.

"Danni..."

Edward's left hand cupped her mons, simply holding it, his fingers resting on each side of her moist lips.

"Danni..."

She realised that he was just saying her name over and over again.

She reached up drew him down and kissed him, a long wonderful kiss.

"Look at me Danni."

He is laying beside her now. His penis rises from his body like an exclamation mark. She sees the gentle curve of it, a slow graceful arc ending in
a hooded peak. His right hand is holding it. She watches mesmerized as he moves his fingers up along the shaft from base to tip, over and over. It seems to grow with each stroke.

"I want to cum for you Danni."
He says.
"I want you to see what I have for you. I want you to watch my orgasm."

His voice...the wind.

He takes her hand and places it around the hot
pulsing shaft, She can feel the blood running through it. It seems alive.

"When I'm close, I want you to finish for me. I want your hands to be the ones that bring me off..."

Rising to his knees, his left hand still cupping her sex, his right hand begins to pump his rigid cock.

He's going to masturbate before her eyes, giving her the final power.
He will surrender himself to her completely...

 

[ariosto]

bump

 

[ariosto]

bump
and
grind

 

[Cirrus]

OOC: Sorry for the delay, real life has this nasty habit of intruding. Now...where were we? Ah yes, the ol' bump and grind.

IC: "Your hands, and then...." That wicked smile again. I've really come to love that smile, and of course, what it means.

I watch as he strokes himself, unable to take my eyes off of him, trying to resist the urge to take him in my mouth and make him feel what I felt just minutes before, or better yet, lay him down and ride him...nice and slow and deep...but that can come later....and so can we. We have all night and neither one of us is going anywhere but straight to heaven....or hell. In either case, poor Edward probably wouldn't last 2 minutes after all of this, and I definitely want him for longer than that.

He takes my hand and places it over his, his flesh seems to burn under my touch. "Feel what you do to me, Danni...I'm so hard it hurts..." His words come between long sighs, I can tell it's taking all his control to even speak at all. "I need to cum...please"

I take his hand and gently nudge it away and wrap my fingers around his shaft and squeeze and hear him suck in his breath. He's not that long but he's thick, I can barely touch my fingers around him...god, it's going to feel so good when...

"Stroke me baby, I need you to..." Slowly I slide my hand all the way up, all the way down...all the way up, all the way down. I feel him arch into my hand and I know he wants it harder and faster, but that would be far too easy. I tighten my grip a little and run my fingers up his thigh...his muscles clench and his cock throbs in my hand. "Please...."

He was right, I love hearing him beg me. "Please what?" He shouldn't play games with me if he doesn't want a taste of his own medicine.

"You know what...make me cum...let me cum in your hand and I'll give you anything you want..." He slides two fingers inside of me...I'd almost forgotten where his other hand was. "Wish that was my cock, don't you? Finish me and it will be...I'll fuck you long and slow, just how you like it...All. Night. Long."

"Sounds like an offer I can't refuse," I whisper in his ear, catching a bit of flesh between my teeth and picking up the pace of my hand a little. I'm watching his eyes more than I'm watching my hand...they look so beautiful. Heavy lidded and dark, he can barely keep them open. His body is tied in knots, it won't take much now....

A little faster, a little harder. He's grinding into my hand, trying not to whimper. "Edward, open your eyes" He tries, he really does, but he just can't do it as my hand finds that sensitive spot just under the head of his cock and squeezes....he can barely choke out my name as he cums.

I've never actually seen a man's orgasm before, but it's easily one of the most erotic experiences of my life....feeling his body tense, his cock pulsing in my hand, the strands of semen landing on my fingers...I almost came myself if not for being so intent on watching.

He lays back on the pillow, catching his breath, as I lick him clean, relishing the tangy, musky taste. "Danni, my god...that was...you have no idea...no idea how long it's been since..." I know what he means. Me too.

I silence him with a kiss and wrap my leg around him.... "I hope you're going to keep your end of that little bargain...."

 

[ariosto]

Intermission

Danni lay upon him, her smooth leg rubbing his thigh and his swollen cock. When he kissed her he could taste himself on her lips, when she kissed him she could taste herself on his.
He got up after a moment and walked to the bathroom, coming back with a washrag, dripping wet with cold water. He sat beside her and she wondered if he was about to give her a rubdown but instead he let the water drop slowly onto her nipples, they sprang to life.

He smiled,
"I wanted to see them grow hard again, and I thought we might cool down a bit. He wiped her brow with it and then his own.
Sitting beside her on the bed, his fingers toyed with her breasts as he spoke...

"Yesterday, Danni the door to my office was cracked open and I could see you sitting at your desk. You had on that short grey skirt that I like and your little round glasses, you kept pushing
your hair back. You looked unbelievably sexy to me right then.
So you know what I did?"

"No, what?"

I took out my penis, and I masturbated just looking at you."

She giggled, "No you didn't'

"Oh yes I did!"
He cupped her breast in his palm and began to move it in light oval patterns.

"Oh yes I did.
I imagined myself crawling on hands and knees to your desk.
Miss Pommert was in the room but didn't see me. Anyway I got under your desk and your lovely legs were just in front of me..."

Edward paused to lean down and take a nipple in his mouth. He sucked it gently for a moment, then continued,

"I waited till you uncrossed them, then I took your knees and held them apart. I felt you start with surprise but you said nothing. So I kissed your thighs, both of them and then scooted up and licked your black lace panties..."

He kissed her lips, his tongue entered her mouth and swirled slowly over teeth, gums, it caresses her tongue and withdraws.

"You must have liked it because you slid forward on the seat so I could touch you better. With my fingers I pulled your panties a little to the side so I could lick your sex..."

Danni moaned as he slid two fingers into her, gently moving them across her clit.

"I opened you with my tongue just as Miss Pommert came over to talk to you. I could see her legs right beside you as my tongue worked inside and my fingers played with your stiff little bud."

"God Edward! Please, I'm ready.
Please!"

Edward's cock was telling him to forge ahead as well. He'd been stalling long enough.

 

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....bump....

 

[Cirrus]

Intermission's over

OOC: Done with class as of today, I can actually write again.

IC: I have always loved a man who wasn't afraid to talk dirty to me...after all, if you're in that kind of situation, why be a prude? I can't actually believe, although I'm hearing it with my own two ears, that Edward had been thinking the same things I had been for...for, who knows how long, and hearing it was having a definite, *ahem* affect on me, and by the looks of things, him too....

and he has me begging again. The simplest touch from him just makes me melt, and I've been waiting to fuck him for years now...literally years and these last few hours have been delicious torture....but now he's finally going to have mercy on me, and himself as well.

He turns over on his back on the bed and his eyes lock with mine, seeming to urge me on. I straddle his legs, resting on his upper thighs, looking deep into his eyes...."Danni, c'mon....please, ride me" Just above a whisper. Frankly I'm surprised he can go another round so soon after the last, but I'm thankful that at least tonight, he has as much penned up sexual energy as I do....

I want to remember this moment. I want it burned into my brain to call up forever. Despite what my body has been telling me to do, I sit down on his cock, just the tip, and then slooooowly down the rest of the way. He feels as good as I knew he would, so thick I feel my inner muscles stretch just a little to accomodate him, and he moans and arches up against me. I can't remember ever feeling more pleasure in so short a time as I do right now.

I don't move, just sit with him deep inside of me, across his hips, doing a slow, circular grind...

"Edward, do you know how long I've wanted this? I've fantasized about you, too, you know, about this moment, fucking you...."

"Yeah?" He knows I want him to talk, that I expect an answer, but his reply came between little whimpers and sighs. My hips keep up that slow grind on his cock...it's driving me insane with lust but for now, it's enough.

"Yeah...about walking into your office late at night, without a word and kissing you hard while I tie your hands to your chair and take you right there." He moans again and grabs my hips, arching up. He likes that idea. I'll have to put that on file for later tonight. "That's what I almost did tonight when I gave you the key."

"What makes you....think....you'd have to....tie me up?"

"Oh, nothing makes me think I'd have to."

"God Danni....I'd let you do anything to me...anything you wanted...but please just don't talk and ride me...."

That first stroke....god I love that first slow, deep thrust....sliding all the way up the length of his shaft and all the way back down. I take his hands and guide them to my breasts...all the way up, all the way down as his fingers gently roll my nipples....

"Ooooooh, Danni you feel so good....so fucking good...." His words are slurred, almost mumbled. His hands move to my back, he rakes his nails down my spine and turns over, laying me down on my back beneath him...

 

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bump

 

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Edward watched himself melt into Danni as she slowly rode him. She would lift herself each time so that he could see his thick shaft, wet with her moisture pulling out, her labia tight around it like a thin pink mouth. Then she would sink back and he would slide into the tight wrapped heat of her, slowly disappearing until her mons was nestled in his thick pubic hair.
She would grind and rock on him then...talk to him as he twitched and pulsed inside of her. At first this exquisite torture was delicious. He was still hard but not quite ready for another orgasm and he was enjoying this...playing with her breasts as as they bobbed above him, arching into her each time as she thrust down ...talking to her as she rode him like a pony.

But the burn began to build within, the itching impatience that makes the heart race, the reptile male urge to penetrate...impregnate. Growing...growing.

Edward reached up and took her arms, locking them to her sides and in one motion turned her over, onto her back. His cock never left , she was pivoted on it as though
it were the hot hard axle that ran through her center.

He looked down into her eyes, his strong arms holding him above her, pushing into Danni as far as he could. Watching to see the reaction in her face as the tip of his cock pressed against something deep inside. He twisted his pelvis to move himself within and she moaned... her fingers dug into his back. He felt the sweet bite of her nails.
Leaning down he kissed her, forcing her lips to open and accept his tongue, He felt hers like velvet, seeking his...

"Danni, wrap your legs around me."
He felt her thighs pressing on his sides, her heels locked in the small of his back.

"Now It's my turn to ride."
He smiled and pushed forward.

Her ass lifted free of the bed at a perfect angle for more intimate access. He felt himself pushing into places he hadn't touched before. Her fingers began to cut ribbons in his back.

Sloooooooowly, slowly...
he pulls out, the contraction he feels around his cock is unbearable. He only stops when the engorged glans is almost free then with great force Edward drives himself into her as far as he can go, pauses then the delicious repetitions
commence.
Slooooooooooooowly...

 

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Unregistered me!?

OOC:

Have no fear it is I ariosto in the previous post.
We can't all be perfect.

 

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Bump and grind...Your turn SM.