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Slave
Registration Date: 06-27-2006
Posts: 179
Mistress Or Master Or Slave: Slave
Level: 37 [?]
Experience: 1,199,558
Next Level: 1,209,937
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You look up from your cash register, surprise on your handsome face as you see me walk into the restaurant. You recognize me instantly, and your surprise is replaced with a warm smile.
"Brenda," you speak my name, and the sound of it coming from your lips sends warm chills down my spine.
"Michael," I respond, smiling brightly at you.
"What the heck are you doing here?" you ask.
"I came to see you, of course, dear," I reply, my eyes twinkling warmly as I walk closer to you, stopping in front of you.
A soft blush creeps up my neck and face as you continue to stand and stare at me, not moving, barely even breathing.
"Don't I even get a hug?" I finally say, a nervous giggle escaping me.
As if waiting for that invitation, you hesitate no longer, but step from around the counter and grab me up in a warm and tight embrace. My arms come up around your back, holding onto you, and thrilling to the feeling of being in your arms. I inhale deeply, taking in your warm masculine scent which only serves to heighten my awareness of you.
We stand and hold each other for endless moments, both loath to give up that contact so soon. You feel my hands moving up and down your back in a soothing, gentling manner as I feel your warm breath on my neck, your fingers gently caressing my hair.
You pull away a little to look at me, the warm light in your eyes catching my breath.
You reluctantly let me go, then say, "Stay here for a minute. I'll be right back." You disappear into the back only to return a moment later. "Let's get out of here. My shift is almost over, so I'm leaving now."
Taking my hand, you lead the way out of the restaurant and down the street to your apartment. I remember that you don't live that far away. As we walk together in companionable silence, my heart races in my chest, my pleasure at finally seeing you coursing through my body and mind. I look sideways at you and wonder what you are thinking of at this moment. Your fingers tighten around mine, and I see you slide a smile in my direction. I squeeze your hand in return.
In no time, we arrive at your apartment, and you lead the way inside.
You indicate the couch and we both take a seat, facing each other. I gaze at your face, taking in every detail --
"It's so good to see you, Michael -- incredible is more like it. I can barely believe that I'm here, but I'm very glad that I am."
"I'm glad you're here, too, Brenda. You have no idea how glad." You smile a smile that warms me to my core and makes me feel all soft inside.
For the next while, we talk casually, telling each other details of our lives and what we've been doing. Even while the conversation is light, I feel the tension mounting between us, the crackle of sexual electricity that is forming. I feel your eyes on me constantly and I don't want you to realize that I am staring at you as well. As I listen to the sweet sounds of your voice, my eyes wander down your body, watching your lips form your words, pausing at your neck, drinking in the breadth of your shoulders, your chest, and down to your stomach. Despite myself, my eyes linger and stare transfixed at your lap, my mind whirling at what lies beneath.
I suddenly become aware of your hand touching my face, lifting my chin to meet your gaze. I look up into your eyes, and see something flicker there -- warmth -- gentleness -- and something else -- desire. I shiver.
"What are you thinking about right now, Brenda?" you ask, your voice flowing over me as gentle as a lover's caress.
I squeeze my eyes shut, suddenly afraid to let you see the honest desire in their depths. My entire body begins to tremble uncontrollably. I feel your fingers gently stroking my face, running your thumb over my lips. They part, my tongue flicking out to taste your digit. I hear you groan as my tongue touches you.
"Open your eyes for me, Brenda -- please," you whisper. "Look at me."
My eyes snap open at the husky sound of your voice. For wordless moments, we stare into the other's eyes, and I know what you see in mine -- the same things that are mirrored in your own. Slowly, you lean your face toward mine, and with a whimper, I give myself up to your kiss.
As your lips touch mine for the first time, I gasp and shudder, then moan softly as I press my lips against yours hungrily. I revel in the feel of your hands on my body, caressing, stroking and kneading my warm flesh. The touch of your tongue at my lips prompts me to open up for you, allowing you to taste the heated depths of my mouth.
My hands are on your chest at first, fingers digging into you, before slipping up your arms and over your shoulders. I wrap my fingers around your neck, feeling your warm skin beneath them, the rapid beat of your pulse telling me that you are as aroused as I am. I slide my fingers deeply into your thick, silky hair, gripping you tightly as we continue to kiss and caress.
"Michael," I murmur your name, the sound of it slipping so sweetly from my lips. "I want you, sweety -- I want you so much."
"Brenda," you moan in return, "I want you, too."
You slip your hands under my shirt, and I gasp as your warm hands caress my even warmer skin, loving the way they feel there. I slide my hands up your shirt as well, and hungrily caress your hot flesh.
"Michael, I want you naked -- I want to press myself against your hot, naked male body. I want to feel your hardness press against me -- then fill me -- complete me."
"Oh yes, Brenda, I want to feel your naked skin next to mine as well," you murmur, your voice gone all thick and husky and sexy. The sound of it sends excited tremors through my body.
We stand up from the couch and begin to frantically remove our clothing. I watch you through hooded eyes as you undress for me, loving the way your skin is slowly revealed for me inch by inch, aching to see you in your naked glory.
I pull my shirt over my head and I am left wearing my lacey bra. I quickly unhook it, freeing my tingling swollen breasts. I cup them for you, caressing and squeezing the full warm globes. My eyes take in your naked body with hunger. My gaze drops to your obvious arousal, and I shake with want of you.
In moments, we stand nude before each other. I walk towards you, closing the distance between us.
I feel your hands touch my back, caressing and stroking, moving down my body on their journey to explore my flesh. At the same time, I place my hands on your chest and gasp as I touch your warm male skin -- firm and wonderful. I dip my head to your chest to taste you, moaning once more as your flavor explodes in my mouth and sets my body on fire even more.
I feel you tremble. I want to please you so much. You feel my tongue on your chest, lapping warmly over your heated skin. You gasp suddenly as my tongue touches your nipple -- your body arching against me, grinding your hips into me! oooh GAWD! I want you!
Deliberately, my tongue plays with your nipple, tweaking, teasing and lapping over it -- before I take it gently between my lips to suckle. I feel your fingers run up my back, cupping my shoulders, before tangling your fingers reflexively in my hair. The sounds coming from your chest are wonderful and exciting! The effect is making me moisten all the more.
I murmur your name -- Michael -- as I kiss up your chest to your neck, flicking my tongue there, licking and reveling in your taste -- mmmmmmmm -- I feel your skin grow impossibly warmer under my hands as I continue to tease and arouse you -- wanting to take you so high!
I feel you shudder and shake as my mouth touches and tastes you so good. I start to sink to the floor, the soft carpet caressing my legs, dragging you down as well. You willingly come with me.
By this time, your cock is hard and throbbing, aching to be satisfied as only I can. I sense this in the way you grind against me and I feel your hardness push urgently against me.
I press you gently back until you are lying on the soft carpet. I lean over you and gaze down on you, running my hands down your body and back up again, memorizing every inch of your male skin.
"I love touching you, Michael." My words come out on a breathless whisper.
I run trembling fingers over your face, across your lips.
"You are so beautiful, Michael -- so very beautiful," I whisper in awe. My eyes shimmer with sudden moisture moments before I press my lips to yours in a heated kiss. Everything I feel is contained in that kiss -- everything I am and everything you've made of me. My body screams out its passion in that kiss -- 'I want you so much, Michael! I ache for you - I yearn for you!' I can feel in the way you return my feverish kisses that you want me, too, and the knowledge thrills me to my very heated core.
You suddenly take control of the situation, rolling us over so that our positions are reversed, I on my back with you leaning over me, gazing into my eyes.
"You are beautiful to me as well, Brenda." Your hand gently caresses my cheek, then smoothes back my tousled hair, the gesture so achingly tender and sensual. I smooth my hands over your chest, relishing the feel and texture of your skin.
I wonder how you have such control, but then I notice that your hand is trembling even as I tremble for you.
"Now, Michael. Please -- make love to me." I wrap my arms around your back, pulling you down on me.
You need no further encouragement. You reach to part my thighs even as I part them willingly for you. You settle your hot body between my legs, resting your weight on your elbows as your cock probes my slick, moist opening. I whimper in anticipation and wonder -- feeling your hot shaft slowly slip inside my wet sheath. I gasp, arching my body against you and bite my lip. Finally -- we are one!
I look at your face and see the pleasure written there -- the pure ecstasy of being inside me and I feel myself tighten around you, drawing you deeper still.
"OOOOOohhhhhhhhhhh ... Michael!" I exclaim on a choked whisper, as I hold onto your body tightly. "OOooooh gawd sweety --- I love having you inside me like this!"
"Ahhhhhhhhh, Brenda -- sweetheart -- you feel incredible," you murmur, your voice husky with your passion.
Gradually, I feel you begin to thrust in and out of me -- slowly at first, but no less incredible. Each time, you slide out of me almost completely, only to have you thrust eagerly back inside -- deeply. I lift my legs and tip my hips to better accommodate your smooth, deep thrusts, and I subtly start to move and rotate my hips in sync with you.
My head rolls from side to side as you continue to stroke me deeply and so intimately. My soft moans grow louder; the groans and passionate sounds coming from you excite me to a fever pitch I didn't know I could reach!
My hands grip your body as you move inside me. I drop my lips to your chin and nibble you there, eliciting more deep-felt groans from you. I run my tongue warmly up your throat, kissing across your neck before I lap my wet tongue over your shoulder. OOOOOOOOhhhhhhhhh Michael! my body screams.
"MICHAEL!" I scream out loud! "Give it to me baby! I want all you have to give!
"BRENDA! Ooohh gawd baby, I'm gonna cum! I'm going to fill you full!"
"Yes .. yes .. YES!! Fill me with your sweet hot cream!"
As our bodies near our climax, our breathing becomes a frantic panting and gasping, my voice breaking and tremoring as you pound me harder and faster in your quest for total satisfaction.
"AAHhhhhhhhhh... yes ... YES!! That's it!! OOoh yes, Michael!" My body stiffens as my orgasm consumes me, my hot sheath tightening and spasming around your thrusting shaft.
"Uuhhhhhhhh, Brenda -- oooh gawd yes, Brenda! YES!!" Moments later, you join me in a thrilling surge of pleasure, your face a mask of total ecstasy. I feel your entire body shudder as you plant your cream deep inside me.
Panting -- gasping -- exhausted -- our bodies slick with sweat -- we simply lie still for a few moments, our hearts pounding hard in our chests.
Slowly, you lift your head and look into my eyes - and smile that heart-stopping smile. I smile back, my hands running gently up and down your damp back ... caressing the rounded curves of your butt.
You raise your hand to rub my cheek before lowering your lips to mine once more. The kiss we share is so achingly beautiful, I wish that it could go on and on and never end.
With a deep sigh, you roll off me to the side and gather me close to you. I sigh as well, snuggling my slick body against yours, my face cradled in your neck, my legs tangled with yours.
As our breathing returns to normal, I gently kiss your throat so close to my lips, and I hear an appreciative murmur escape you. I flick my tongue out to taste the salty dew on your skin.
"Michael?" I whisper softly, as we bask in the after glow, my hands once more caressing your flesh.
"Hmmmm?" you respond, your voice low and lethargic, your hands moving over my warm body.
"When can we do this again?"
The End? or merely the beginning ...
This is a fantasy story about meeting a man that I have talked to online for many months. Though we know that nothing real will ever come of our contact, we have become close friends and we enjoy each other very much, on many levels and different aspects.
This is my fantasy. He enjoyed it! *g*
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