1.
Her mouth tingles and her skin flushes with excitement and a little guilt. She continues to enjoy the swirl of tongues and teeth and lips, the feel of his hand combing deep under her hair and cradling her head as he kisses her... she runs through the gauzy events of the evening in her mind still wondering how she arrived here, on the couch in her hotel room with him, making out like teenagers.
...
Even though the conference was in the city - close enough to come home at night - everyone from the company was going to be staying at the hotel. She knew that it could be kind of tempting, going out for dinner and drinks (and drinks and drinks) at night with groups of mostly younger single people, but everyone would be there and it would just be easier, she told herself. And let her f***ing husband deal with the kids for a few days; she deserved this. And it was her birthday earlier in the week, so why not have some fun?
At the end of the day of seminars and networking, she and her friends were figuring out where to go for the night. Since they didn't have too much time to talk if they wanted to get cleaned up, they decided to meet in the hotel bar for a drink and figure it out there.
It's always kind of freeing and a little reminiscent of younger days when she stays in a hotel room by herself and gets ready to go out. Like being back in her dorm room or apartment in her single days. She lays out her outfit - sweater, blouse and skirt, the lacy lingerie that makes her feel a little bit sexy, pair of heels... She showers away the day, does her hair and makeup... the deep pink lipstick... earrings and necklace.
A deep breath.
Grabs her purse, makes sure her hotel key cards are in there (why did she ask for two? habit?) and heads to the elevator.
She doesn't notice him as she goes to the bar and sits down several stools away. Her friend from work is there, so they laugh and talk over a drink as they wait for the others.
"I think someone is checking you out" says her friend.
"Really? Is she cute?" she laughs
"Seriously... the guy down there keeps looking over at you."
Must be someone she met at this conference in the past.
"Let me see..." she says as she feigns casually looking in that direction.
She snaps her neck back around and covers her face with her hand.
Oh my God! What the f*** is he doing here? She laughs nervously and tries to sink into herself.
Her friend leans in, whispering "what? who is it?"
Whispering back, "it's a guy i used to date. Shit. Shit!"
Please don't let him come over, please don't let him come over - she repeats in her mind.
But he doesn't come over.
She gets the courage up to turn to him to acknowledge with a wave, but as soon as they smile at each other, a young brunette in a skin tight black dress sits down next to him blocking her view. The girl looks sort of familiar but she can't quite place her.
She breathes a big sigh of relief having avoided an awkward conversation as more of her friends from work and the conference begin to show up and everyone is talking and laughing, enjoying the bar and talking about things to do that night.
But why didn't he come over? She really doesn't care, but it's just kind of strange. Oh, well.
Her group has decided on a place for dinner and has a couple ideas for clubs afterward. Everyone finishes up their drinks and gathers their things to head out. She glances down the bar to where he and the brunette were, but they're gone.
"That was weird," she thinks to herself, but tries to dismiss it as a strange coincidence and figures he must have been busy with his date (wasn't he still married, though?) or workmate or whatever and couldn't talk.
She steps outside after the group and they all wait in the taxi line.
In the shadows she sees him and the brunette. The brunette stands with her back flat against the building, one leg bent with her foot on the wall, her tight curves perfectly riding her dress. They are each smoking cigarettes and the smoke swirls around in the chilly night air. The brunette purses her lips and exhales a perfect cone past his shoulder. Turning her head, the brunette locks eyes with her. With a little smile the brunette taps him and motions in her direction. He turns and offers a sly smile.
He empties the smoke from his lungs, crushes the cigarette under his foot and walks toward her.
"Hey!" he says, as if they see each other every day.
"Hey." she replies. Clever.
There's a moment of awkward silence.
"Well, f*** it." he says and leans in to hug her.
She receives him, but remains aloof.
"What're you here for?" he asks.
"Conference. You?"
"Work thing."
"Really? Is that" she motions to the brunette "your work thing?"
"Um... yeah, sort of." He leans in, "remember Jackie? Hot brunette friend of mine on facebook? Hired her to work on a project for me, and she was the only one who could make it to the conference. Tough luck."
"Are you...?"
"No. No. Well, no. But... well, no."
"From the looks of that dress, I think she might be 'yes, yes, yes'"
He laughs. "Well, yeah, I don't know."
"C'mon!" her friends call her into the taxi.
"Ok, so I guess I'll probably see you around. Have fun!" he says, walking back to Jackie.
"Ok, bye."
...
29.12.10
22.11.10
underground (unfinished)
the insides of your thighs tingle and you feel your breasts swell as you enter the darkened club. the bass of the hardcore music adjusts your body's rhythm.
you make your way through the halls guided by intermittent strobe flashes that illuminate doorways, naked sin, flashes of metal and reflections from shiny black vinyl.
you peer into the open doors to find a good landing spot... in a room on your left, a tangle of bodies writhes and moans atop a plush king bed... next on the right, a naked hooded man is berated by a tall, fully clothed black woman and her redhaired, partially bound accomplice... another door reveals a woman with a strap-on pounding a petite blonde from behind as the blonde's face is buried in the clean-shaved p***y of a slightly older brunette... and then you find your destination...
you take the 'maledom' sign off the doorknob and step into the dimly lit room.
the room appears to be unusually clean. pipes and crossbeams are exposed on the walls and ceilings. it's difficult to determine the origin of the light, but even so, everything is either dark wood or painted black.
you wait.
first excited, then eager.
time passes.
you begin to doubt that this was a good idea. what the f*** were you thinking? is this really worth it? i'll wait one more minute, and that's it. one...
the door clicks closed and before you can turn around to see your host, the lights extinguish.
you hear your own breathing quicken.
his breathing is slow and even. the sounds of his shoes on the hard floor become closer and your body warms from the anxiety.
'remove your clothes' he whispers calmly.
you begin to crack a smile as you unbutton your blouse. 'this is good. i like this,' you think.
a sharp sound breaks through the air and CRACK you wince as something leather stings a swath across the back of your thighs.
'you are not seducing me. now, remove your clothes' his voice is still calm, if not slightly firmer
you understand the game a little better. you pull out the bottom of your blouse, quickly rip open the bottom buttons and pull it off over your head.
you start to reach behind you to unhook your bra, and *CRACK* the whip lashes your lower back.
'remove... your clothes... now.' he insists
you race to pull your bra straps off your shoulders then in one motion you push your bra, skirt and panties down and off your legs as you step out of your shoes and kick the clothes across the floor.
'better. now don't move'
his strong hands clip metal braces on your wrists and a metal chain is pulled to fasten them together. your arms are lifted by the braces up and the chain hung on a hook above your head. the swift motion throws you off balance for a moment and as your foot lands an inch back, righting you,
*CRACK*
a stiff braided leather crop slaps your waistline.
'i don't like to repeat myself. don't... move.' his voice is strong and quiet.
you being to vocalize a protest, but as the first sound emits from your throat, his hand clutches the syllable in your neck and he speaks inches from your ear 'you will speak only when questioned. do not make that mistake again.'
silence
he removes his hand from your throat. cuffs click around your ankles and your legs are chained to the ground slightly parted. your hair is swept up and fastened, exposing your ears and the back of your neck.
'you will not submit to pleasure without my permission. do you understand?'
'yes'
'if you attempt to release yourself to pleasure without my permission, you will regret it. is that clear.'
'yes'
'good. let's begin.'
a brush of leather straps flogs your naked skin as he circles you in the darkness. left breast. upper back. right side. stomach. left thigh. lower back. pussy. left side. right ass cheek. and then
*SMACK*
the straps rain hard between your breasts.
his circle tightens and you can feel the warmth of his body heat as he continues the path. breast. back. thigh. side.
*SLAP*
into the soft flesh of your neck.
'are you enjoying this' he whispers
'yes' you coo to him
*CRACK*
a long whip stings your back
*CRACK* 'i did not ' *CRACK* 'permit' *CRACK* 'your' *CRACK* 'enjoyment!' *CRACK* you feel the skin blistering from the whip and bite your lower lip to keep from vocalizing
the voice sounds almost... familiar?
the flogging continues. a series of soft blows, and then his hand traces around your skin. his finger slides over your stomach around to your back, over your side and then plunges into your pussy.
you bite harder into your lip to stifle the whimper, but it escapes.
*WHACK*
goes the leather, cutting into your side, and the fingers never leave your soft, wet core. his fingers slide gently in and out, two fingers, then three. your nipples harden and it takes all your strength not to move with them.
they slide out of your tight hole and wetly drag up and over your stomach, between your tits, up your neck and force their way into your mouth. you taste your own juices, smelling the aroma as your exhale through your nose. it is foreign, and delightful.
'how does it taste?' he inquires.
'dirty' you respond
'you are a filthy whore... and an excellent student'
'this is not going to be easy for you. but don't you DARE cum.'
you hear his footsteps walk away and smell sweet cigarette smoke fill the air.
your leg irons are pulled so your legs are spread apart and the chain above your head clicks as you are lowered toward the ground. as you descend you feel a leather saddle between your knees.
softer, smaller hands grip your waist, guiding you straight down.
then a firm, fleshy dildo pushes its way into your pussy, deeper and deeper as you sit down on the saddle. as you slide down onto the cock object, you feel the man's hand guiding it into you, then pulling back to let you close the rest of the gap.
silence
*CRACK*
the whip lashes across your back. your skin breaks and burns where the earlier welts rose.
and then the saddle between your legs hums to life. the dildo pushes your inner walls in each direction. a hard lump to the front of the dildo buzzes your clit. your nipples harden and you close your eyes and extend your neck, sucking your breath in quietly to maintain control.
the vibrations gradually increase and phase in and out. you move your hips slightly to grind against the leather machine.
*CRACK*
the whip lands another blow across your tits, but you hardly notice it much as the nerve endings of you pussy and clit are exploding.
his hands rest on your shoulders and pull you forward, allowing you to grind your clit hard on the buzzing saddlehorn. his hands move to your cheeks, he pries your mouth open with his thumbs and his rock hard cock pushes across your teeth, over your tongue and into the cavern of your throat.
...
you make your way through the halls guided by intermittent strobe flashes that illuminate doorways, naked sin, flashes of metal and reflections from shiny black vinyl.
you peer into the open doors to find a good landing spot... in a room on your left, a tangle of bodies writhes and moans atop a plush king bed... next on the right, a naked hooded man is berated by a tall, fully clothed black woman and her redhaired, partially bound accomplice... another door reveals a woman with a strap-on pounding a petite blonde from behind as the blonde's face is buried in the clean-shaved p***y of a slightly older brunette... and then you find your destination...
you take the 'maledom' sign off the doorknob and step into the dimly lit room.
the room appears to be unusually clean. pipes and crossbeams are exposed on the walls and ceilings. it's difficult to determine the origin of the light, but even so, everything is either dark wood or painted black.
you wait.
first excited, then eager.
time passes.
you begin to doubt that this was a good idea. what the f*** were you thinking? is this really worth it? i'll wait one more minute, and that's it. one...
the door clicks closed and before you can turn around to see your host, the lights extinguish.
you hear your own breathing quicken.
his breathing is slow and even. the sounds of his shoes on the hard floor become closer and your body warms from the anxiety.
'remove your clothes' he whispers calmly.
you begin to crack a smile as you unbutton your blouse. 'this is good. i like this,' you think.
a sharp sound breaks through the air and CRACK you wince as something leather stings a swath across the back of your thighs.
'you are not seducing me. now, remove your clothes' his voice is still calm, if not slightly firmer
you understand the game a little better. you pull out the bottom of your blouse, quickly rip open the bottom buttons and pull it off over your head.
you start to reach behind you to unhook your bra, and *CRACK* the whip lashes your lower back.
'remove... your clothes... now.' he insists
you race to pull your bra straps off your shoulders then in one motion you push your bra, skirt and panties down and off your legs as you step out of your shoes and kick the clothes across the floor.
'better. now don't move'
his strong hands clip metal braces on your wrists and a metal chain is pulled to fasten them together. your arms are lifted by the braces up and the chain hung on a hook above your head. the swift motion throws you off balance for a moment and as your foot lands an inch back, righting you,
*CRACK*
a stiff braided leather crop slaps your waistline.
'i don't like to repeat myself. don't... move.' his voice is strong and quiet.
you being to vocalize a protest, but as the first sound emits from your throat, his hand clutches the syllable in your neck and he speaks inches from your ear 'you will speak only when questioned. do not make that mistake again.'
silence
he removes his hand from your throat. cuffs click around your ankles and your legs are chained to the ground slightly parted. your hair is swept up and fastened, exposing your ears and the back of your neck.
'you will not submit to pleasure without my permission. do you understand?'
'yes'
'if you attempt to release yourself to pleasure without my permission, you will regret it. is that clear.'
'yes'
'good. let's begin.'
a brush of leather straps flogs your naked skin as he circles you in the darkness. left breast. upper back. right side. stomach. left thigh. lower back. pussy. left side. right ass cheek. and then
*SMACK*
the straps rain hard between your breasts.
his circle tightens and you can feel the warmth of his body heat as he continues the path. breast. back. thigh. side.
*SLAP*
into the soft flesh of your neck.
'are you enjoying this' he whispers
'yes' you coo to him
*CRACK*
a long whip stings your back
*CRACK* 'i did not ' *CRACK* 'permit' *CRACK* 'your' *CRACK* 'enjoyment!' *CRACK* you feel the skin blistering from the whip and bite your lower lip to keep from vocalizing
the voice sounds almost... familiar?
the flogging continues. a series of soft blows, and then his hand traces around your skin. his finger slides over your stomach around to your back, over your side and then plunges into your pussy.
you bite harder into your lip to stifle the whimper, but it escapes.
*WHACK*
goes the leather, cutting into your side, and the fingers never leave your soft, wet core. his fingers slide gently in and out, two fingers, then three. your nipples harden and it takes all your strength not to move with them.
they slide out of your tight hole and wetly drag up and over your stomach, between your tits, up your neck and force their way into your mouth. you taste your own juices, smelling the aroma as your exhale through your nose. it is foreign, and delightful.
'how does it taste?' he inquires.
'dirty' you respond
'you are a filthy whore... and an excellent student'
'this is not going to be easy for you. but don't you DARE cum.'
you hear his footsteps walk away and smell sweet cigarette smoke fill the air.
your leg irons are pulled so your legs are spread apart and the chain above your head clicks as you are lowered toward the ground. as you descend you feel a leather saddle between your knees.
softer, smaller hands grip your waist, guiding you straight down.
then a firm, fleshy dildo pushes its way into your pussy, deeper and deeper as you sit down on the saddle. as you slide down onto the cock object, you feel the man's hand guiding it into you, then pulling back to let you close the rest of the gap.
silence
*CRACK*
the whip lashes across your back. your skin breaks and burns where the earlier welts rose.
and then the saddle between your legs hums to life. the dildo pushes your inner walls in each direction. a hard lump to the front of the dildo buzzes your clit. your nipples harden and you close your eyes and extend your neck, sucking your breath in quietly to maintain control.
the vibrations gradually increase and phase in and out. you move your hips slightly to grind against the leather machine.
*CRACK*
the whip lands another blow across your tits, but you hardly notice it much as the nerve endings of you pussy and clit are exploding.
his hands rest on your shoulders and pull you forward, allowing you to grind your clit hard on the buzzing saddlehorn. his hands move to your cheeks, he pries your mouth open with his thumbs and his rock hard cock pushes across your teeth, over your tongue and into the cavern of your throat.
...
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