A fantastical reality
|
Posted:Feb 20, 2020 9:47 am
Last Updated:Mar 1, 2022 2:04 pm
2453 Views
|
She sleeps. She is dreaming. She feels something soft moving over her wrists and ankles. Soft, tight and restrictive. She feels her arms moving outward. Next her legs. She startles awake. At the foot of the bed is a figure dressed in black. She nervously watches the figure move toward her. It is a man. Tall, looming stature.. His shirt and jeans fell over his body so well. Showing all his strength and power. She was afraid but admittedly intrigued as well. He puts a hand to her mouth. He looks at her in her eyes. He whispers. “You are mine tonight. You wore nothing to bed. Almost as if you were expecting me. "She knows that voice. She realizes she has met the man before. It would seem a lifetime ago. He is different. Cold, but comforting at the same time. He moves to kiss her. His warm mouth, breath consumes her. Moving down to her neck. She writhes at his touch. Shivers move through her body. Her nipples are erect. Anticipating his touch, his tongue. His hand tugs and caresses sending more shock waves throughout. She feels wetness between her legs. His hand moves down and feels what sticky, sweet nectar. His fingers move around her clit before allowing her to taste what he has done so far. She wanted him. All at once she feels a stinging sensation across her breasts. "Such a good slut but I did not tell you to cum yet." Another sting to the breasts. This time a nipple caught the brunt of its blow. The pain and thrill all at once. Repeated displays of his power and strength. A river is flowing out of her body. She hears a buzzing sound. A magic wand. Moving up her thigh. Inching slowly, closer and closer. Her pelvis moves to meet him. The sensations overwhelm her. "Not yet!" He pulls away. Another thrashing to my breasts. Again and again the torment. "Cum for me!" All at once she lets out a scream, her whole body convulsed. Such an overwhelming disbelief that his actions could cause such a reaction. She hears a rustling, and feels hands on her again. Moving up her body. He straddles her. A throbbing, hard cock is just within reach of her lips. She tastes him. He moves into her mouth. He is so big; he fills her throat with single push. Tears fill her eyes as she tries to relax and take him all in. Every thrust, deeper, harder until she can feel his hot cum pouring into her throat and down over her mouth, neck and breasts. At that moment an alarm goes off. She sits upright. Wiping the sleep from her eyes. It was a dream? All a dream? She was stunned. She reaches for her robe and stumbles out of bed. All the while wishing she could go back to sleep and dream some more. She showers and gets ready for her day as usual. As she is heading out the door she receives a message on her phone. "Mine!"
|
|
|
7
Comments
|
|
Extraordinary
|
Posted:Jan 8, 2014 4:45 am
Last Updated:Mar 1, 2022 2:05 pm
6708 Views
|
It was a long day. The seminar was drawn out and dull. She made her way the hotel bar for a drin As she nursed her scotch, she noticed a dark haired man with piercing green eyes glancing at her. He was dressed in a suit. Well groomed, tailored. He slyly grins, with a small tilt of his head. She sheepishly smiles back and looks back at her scotch. As she looks up again she noticed the man was leaving the bar. She finishes her drink, dreaming of the man and how sexy she thought he was in his suit. His smile and eyes that probably melted many hearts and coerced them do whatever he wished. She makes her way the elevator and steps inside. As she presses the button for the floor of her room, the man in the suit steps in. She asks for his floor number out of courtesy and he stands close to her as whispers, " Yours" . She felt a stir inside, excitement, fear, warmth on her neck where he whispered but also between her legs. She replies, “mine?" As she asked, the man loosens his tie. "Ever have a day when you need something out of the ordinary?" She replies " yes, all the time”. He stands even closer to her, staring into her eyes. “How about today?" She melts in his stare. She gives a slight smile at the thought. “ What did you have in mind"?" "Trust me, he whispers. Close your eyes." She feels him move behind her. He places something soft and silky over her eyes. His necktie she thought. She feels the elevator stop and hears the door open. The man carefully guides her out and leads her down the hall. She hears the hotel room door open. “Trust me." As she hears those words again she is beginning wonder what she is doing...should she retreat. She wants trust him. She allows him lead her into the room. She feels a kiss to her forehead. Fingers run down her chin and neck and onto her arm and to the other arm. He takes the hands and kisses each one before guiding each one behind her bac "Hands together, don’t move." She did as he said. She felt a hand run up her back to the zipper of her dress. The zipper came loose with ease and the dress fell off her shoulders, exposing her lace bra. She feels a kiss to her neck; a hand traces the lace pattern of the bra. The warm feeling comes back, a yearning. He moves the dress down farther but does not take it off. She realizes her arms are caught in the dress in such a way that she can’t move them if she wanted to. She is nervous, excited. She feels a hand move down the side of her hip, down her outer thigh, onto her stockings. She feels the fingers run back up to her inner thigh. He feels the skin just above the stockings and she squirms just a bit. " Shh, trust me". His hand moves along the other thigh, again stopping at the skin just above the stocking. She wonders if he can feel the heat, the wet. She blushes. He moves his hands farther up the thighs to her panties. Again tracing the lace with his fingers. She sighs. He grasps her by the shoulders and guides her to sit. He kisses her lips. She has wanted this since the elevator. As he does so, she feels a hand move to her legs again, to her panties. “Lean back against the pillows." She did as said. He runs his hands down her legs again, stopping at the shoes. He leaves them on and runs his hands back up her legs to the panties. He feels the wet, but doesn’t say a word. He gives a kiss. She squirms again in anticipation. His hands move farther up the panties and tugs gently. She moves to assist and the panties came down with ease. Down the legs and over the shoes. She feels a hand on her ankle. “Trust me." She feels something move over her. She realizes he is tying something to her. He moves her leg outward a bit. Now she can’t move it. He repeats the process to the other leg. She feels so exposed, so vulnerable. She feels him move away. All she can do is trust him. Trust a man she has known briefly. She thinks she is crazy, but she doesn’t care. She wants this. He moves back to her again. He touches her face, holds her head in his hands, he kisses her again. Kisses down her neck, her chest. He releases a pointy nipple and gives it a light lick; he sucks on it, licks again. He moves to the other breast, exposing the other erect nipple awaiting his attention. He doesn’t hesitate to take the nipple into his mouth...this time a little nibble, and a lick. Her body quivers in pleasure. She arches her back..wanting more. He moves down her legs, kissing each one up and down before nestling a kiss on my wet pussy. He licks ever so lightly, kisses, making her writhe in enjoyment. He moves a finger inside see how he makes her feel. He adds another finger. deep inside. He licks, and swirls his tongue as she cums all over his fingers. He pulls his fingers out. She wants them back in her. He places his fingertips to her lips. “Taste how sweet you are." She does as told and licks his fingers. She sucks on them, tasting every bit. He moves them from her mouth and back to her pussy again. He licks her to frenzy again. She feels a hand on her breast. She thinks how can this be, when one of his hands his inside her and one on her other thigh. She realizes that is someone else. There is another person in the room with them. The hand moves to the other breast. She feels lips a tongue on her nipples. She is nervous again, but still excited. She hears the shuffle of clothes, zippers. She wishes she could see, but liked the thrill of unknown as well. Hands move to her body again. She feels something soft, but hard press against her lips. She opens her mouth. She feels a firm cock on her tongue. It tastes so good. He slowly moves in and out, using her mouth as he saw fit. She tasted his long shaft up and down; she sucked on his balls as they were pressed to her lips. He took her mouth again...this time with more force and speed. She felt his cock pulse. She felt his hot juices flow down her throat. So warm. So tasty. He moved back down to her pussy, pulsing, wet...wanting him inside her. He licked and moved his fingers again, knowing how she needed to cum again. She felt a familiar presence at her lips. Another hard cock to taste. This one just as tasty and firm as the last. She took every inch, wanting to please. She felt the pulse at the back of her throat again as the hot juices flowed. As she swallowed the last drop, she felt a pressing against her pussy. She wanted more. She felt a slow, firm, thrust inside her. Gentle. She felt every inch of him, deep inside. She moved to take him all in. He made her feel like nothing before. She felt more kissing and licking of her breasts, her neck, her nipples, and her lips. The thrusting became harder, faster. So deep. She knew she would cum harder than ever. She screamed, she began to shake. Her juices flowed down his coc She felt him cum deep inside. He kissed her. He caressed her. She felt another cock press against her soaking wet pussy. She wanted more. She couldn’t get enough. She felt a thrust again, this time hard, feverishly. She felt the pulse again deep from within....she cums hard. She feels the cock pull out of her pussy and she feels the hot juices flow over her breasts and throat. She lies back, grinning from ear ear, enjoying how her body feels. She naps. As she wakes up, she finds herself untied, no blindfold and dressed. She wonders if it was a dream. As sweet, delicious dream. As she rolls over she sees roses tied together with the same necktie used to cover her eyes and a note. " Extraordinary".
|
|
|
1
comment
|
|
Late from Work
|
Posted:Dec 16, 2013 3:00 pm
Last Updated:Mar 5, 2020 7:24 am
6863 Views
|
She walks into the house, clutching mail in her hand. She scans through briefly before setting it down on a nearby table. As she walks into the kitchen she feels a hand cover her mouth. Another hand is wrapped around her shoulders. “Shhh” she hears whispered into her ear. She is startled but something was comforting in the voice she has heard. “Don’t speak. I’ve been waiting for you to come home. You are late tonight. That cannot be tolerated. “A blindfold is placed over her eyes. She feels his hand pull her to a stool. “Sit”. She does as he says. She hears a drawer open, he is looking for something. Wishing she could see what he is looking for, wanting to ask questions. She fears it would only add to her looming punishment, so she remains silent. The sound of the fridge door opening and closing behind her makes her wonder. She then hears what sounds like cutting. He has a knife. She sits uneasily in her seat. “Take a bite.” She opens her mouth. It is sweet, a strawberry. Next is some melon, it is juicy. It runs down her chin. “Wipe your chin with your finger. “ “Taste the sticky sweetness.” She does as he instructs. Licking one finger and then the other. He kisses her. His tongue longing for a taste. The kissing becomes more intense. “You feel warm.” She feels a cold, hard object to her face. She realizes it is the knife. He runs it down her cheek, lightly over her lips. She pulls back. Again she hears “Shh. You will like this he told her.” She feels the knife run down her neck onto her chest. One by one she feels her blouse buttons popping as he cuts each, exposing her lace corset underneath. “Oh My, I think someone has had some naughty intentions all along to wear such lingerie.” You feel your face redden, as you know he is correct. You feel the knife again, down the corset and towards your skirt. “What else do we have on?” The knife runs down to the knees and you feel the skirt lift up, exposing thigh highs, a garter belt and no panties. She thinks of what he will do, now that he sees she has no panties. She will be punished for sure. “No panties? My little slut, waiting for whom? Longing for whom?” The knife runs up the thighs and she feels the cold blade press against her. He pulls the blade away to find the blade wet with her juices. She knows how nervous she is and yet she is turned on as well. She has never felt such sensations on her skin. “Stand up” He guides her closer to the island. She feels the cold tile against her skin through her lace corset. It excites her. She can feel her nipples become erect. What will he think she wonders again? “My slut, since you seem to like wearing such lingerie, I want you to take off your blouse and your skirt. Show them to me. I know you intended for someone to see them or you wouldn’t have worn them. She tugs at her open blouse and it falls down over her shoulders, her arms, and her hands…puddling to the floor. Next is the skirt, you unzip the back and without much force it too is in a heap on top of the blouse. You stand there, shivering, shaking, some fear, some cold. Not knowing what is next. “My pretty slut. How inviting you look.” She feels the knife again as he runs it up and down her body. All over. Cold and hard. “You left the house in such clothes slut; you know this is for my eyes only. You must be punished.” The knife moves away from her skin. She hears him set it down. “Lean against the tile again.” She leans, to feel the familiar cold tile on her breasts, cold and inviting. She feels wetter, not knowing how all of this could be turning her on when she knows she is awaiting her fate. She hears a drawer open and close again. He moves back near her. His hand runs up her back, to her hair. He moves her hair from the back or her neck. He lays a warm, kiss. She feels a yank to her hair as he pulls her head down towards the counter. “One for each item of clothing you have worn and two for each you haven’t is all he said.” You are not sure what he means. Then a sting comes over your body as your naked bottom has been hit. You now understand what he means as the blows come again and again. You yell out again and again. Tears well up in your eyes. She feels hurt that he could do such a thing to her and yet she can feel wet between her legs. She somehow felt turned on again. How could she feel this way? Such pain. Nothing she has ever felt before. He kisses her neck again and whispers in her ear. “My slut. There is more to come.” She feels her clothes dropped into her hands and he grabs her by the arm and leads her through the house. He sits her on a cold, chair. It hurts to sit but somehow the cold feels good on the stings for your earlier punishment. “Clasp your hands.” She does as she is told. He proceeds to tie them together. He then moves her feet apart and feels each one tied to the chair leg. You wish you could see. What more could he do to you. “My slut, what you have felt was only the beginning. “ She hears footsteps move away from her and a door close. She is frightened and excited. Where did he go? Will he come back? What is to come? ---to be continued.
|
|
|
0
Comments
|
|
To link to this blog (honeewmn) use [blog honeewmn] in your messages.
|
|
|
| Sun |
Mon |
Tue |
Wed |
Thu |
Fri |
Sat |
| |
|
|
|
|
|
1
|
2
|
3
|
4
|
5
|
6
|
7
|
8
|
9
|
10
|
11
|
12
|
13
|
14
|
15
|
16
|
17
|
18
|
19
|
201
|
21
|
22
|
23
|
24
|
25
|
26
|
27
|
28
|
29
|
|
