Cheek to cheek

My face fits so perfectly. My nose nestled tightly between your cheeks. You settle your full weight and all light disappears, I can only taste and smell your beauty now. I gasp for air imprisoned in this heavenly hell.

Moistened by your wetness, my spittle and drool, you wipe yourself on my nose and hungry outstretched tongue, sliding yourself back on forth on my face.

Purposefully you grind the deepest part of your bottom, spreading your cheeks and impregnating my face with your personal aroma. Your taste entreats my tongue as I lap hungrily and frantically on the deepest parts of your crevasse. I am addicted to the taste of your musky hole, I can not get enough.

Your moans excite as you grind your hard little button on my probing proboscis. My erect tongue pushes deeply into your ass. Our sweat adds to the lubrication as you madly ride my face, slipping, slurping and sliding you grind your hips to a shuddering orgasm.

I freeze in place not wanting to spoil your perfect moment and am soon rewarded by a warm flow of my favorite fluid, I open my mouth not missing a drop. There is no place either of us would rather be than here, dancing cheek to cheek.

Just a dream?

A Game

There is nothing like a good game of Truth or Dare with two people who really want to know more about each other. Deep truths can be revealed and the most mutually amusing dares can be challenged with the right trust and newly discovered deep desires. And so it began less than innocently that evening, both players had more than a burning curiosity within. They had spent just enough time getting to know one another that they knew they wanted to get to know one another better. The evening already had a sexual framing as some their mutual prurient interests had been discussed before this meeting, but they had some frame work of they wanted and it became quickly apparent they had similar asspirations. They sat quietly enough to begin with a coin toss. Heads she would ask or demand first and tails he would go after her. As the coin landed they both smiled and she began with a dare for him to take off all of his clothing and stand before her for inspection. Without hesitation he complied and after she was satisfied with her in painstaking perusal he sat and pondered his first proposal or ponderance for her. Playfully he posed this proposition. If you had any three wishes of someone like me what would they be? A long smile came across her lips as she leered at him across the table. I want you across my lap and I want to paddle your tight furry little bottom... That's one. Then I want you to give me a long foot massage and maybe even a pedicure, that's two. The third wish I will be........

Oh did I forget to tell you that this is an interactive story? I just realized that I forgot to mention that this is where any interested reader can make the third wish. Come on , play a long there is no need to worry. Your wishes will not be enforced upon you and you never have to have it cum true, unless of course you want to.


Across her lap he went his firming phallus trapped between her vice like thighs. A hair brush was produced and his bottom was given a spanking causing him to wriggle and squirm for both of their enjoyment. Her thighs became wet with his pre-cum and he began to slither rhythmically, matching her playful but firm swats. Occasionally she would tighten and lock her legs preventing him from pulling out or going anywhere, as if he wanted to leave.... She pushed his panting instantiated body to the floor and he began the prolonged massage which he finished with gentle and loving kisses. Delirious they took a moment to refocus. The truths demanded and the defying decadent dares lasted til late in the evening. When exhausted they snuggle contently having learned so much more of their mutual passions twists and kinks.



So what would you have wished for if you were her, what would you ask as a third wish...?

Part one

Prologue:
Unfortunately this is only a fictional fantasy, but in this sensualist story an innately aggressive female finds her deepest cravings satisfied by an experienced man who helps her to discover not only what she wants, but how they both can actually have it. He leads her to her own lust with a series of lurid, lascivious letters, explaining exciting and erotic examples of what is possible when two minds have an itch that must be scratched. Choosing his words with care in this first of many essays, each designed to entice the deep unmistakable and undeniable urges undulating just below the surface of her seemingly ordinary life. Through numerous communications they both finally find themselves face to face with their own desires and each other. They have arrived here having tested both their bravery and their boundaries in what at first had seemed only an illusionary cat and mouse game. In the end however they find the courage to conqueror their fear of Internet meetings and geographic distance and find the pleasure they each sought so intensely.


Part on: “The Game is On.”
Behind the bar where they had each taken an oath to meet they escaped into the evening air on the pretense of a smoke habit they both had sworn off. She lit his cigarette setting his submissive position and as they puffed the recently consumed alcohol continued to set their decadent direction. She gazed hungrily into his eyes and maneuvering him like prey him, transfixed he awaited her pounce. Finally with a deliberate last drag she let her cigarette drop and moved in for the kill as their eyes remained locked. She purposefully pinned him to the wall and forced her knee between his, spreading his legs and inspiring him up on to his toes with just enough pressure and lift. Forcing his shoulder flat against the wall she secured his attention with a deep and deliberately sloppy wet kiss that reeked of alcohol and cigarette his two favorite aromatic aphrodisiacs. The two drinks they had each had dropped the puritanical pretenses and created this portal to release their passion. Her aggressiveness and his acquiescent wresting stopped just short of ripping his shirt off, successfully pulling it from beneath his bulging belt. He was powerless and prone she was empowered and aroused beyond anything she had ever felt. She took a handful of his long brown hair and gave him no option except another long kiss filled with tongue, saliva and swollen lips. A tiny moan escaped his smothered mouth, and she knew she could now have anything that she wanted from him. Her damp slacks needed something firm but yielding to rub on and relieve her mounting molten moisture. With the handful of hair she helped him to his knees before her. Standing above him she looked into his doleful bedroom blue eyes and straddled his face so that their gaze remained locked. Staring into what she could see of his sweet compliant expression she slowly and deliberately began rubbing her aching crotch across his nose, lips and out stretched hungry tongue. Her inner temperature grew until she finally used her firm handful of hair to prevent his exiting, forcing him to inhale her steaming sexual scent as his hot passion filled breath igniting her even further. Suddenly she shuddered deeply with the first euphoric earthshaking orgasm of the evening.

After a deep breath or two her grip loosened and as she helped him to stand up, his disheveled cloths delirious focus and obvious bulge left no doubt he too had enjoyed the activity. She reached behind him put her hand flat on the small of his back and pulled him closer. They stared into one another's eyes realizing not only what had just happened but what was now possible. She reached into the back of his pants, past his belt and pulled firmly on the elastic of his underpants. The incredible tightness of this wedgie confirmed who was in charge as she instructed him to never wear undergarments again in her presence. The game was definitely on, but far from over.

Intoxicated

Smoke wafts through the small back room, the air is thick with the scent of liquor and her enormous power over him. He is intoxicated by her obvious charms, a prisoner to the very end. He can not move, transfixed he can only drink in her passion as she showers him with the warm affection he craves.

Fantasy # 1 Getting to Know You

Where has romance gone? Sex and lustful desires are great fun but what happened to the talking before and after it? What happened to the romantic foreplay and getting to know one another first, the time spent exploring and making a friends first.

Mapping one another's erogenous zones, discovering and discussing the deepest darkest desires can be disastrous without taking time to make a friend. Someone who will spend hours discovering similar taste over a bottle of wine, playing cards or just kissing because it feels so fantastic. Someone to walk on the beach with at sunset, who instead of seeing it as the end of a perfect day might consider it the beginning of an even better night. Someone to spend a quiet Sundays snuggling under the covers with, having a late breakfast with and then going back to bed with to enjoy an old movie, favorite music or just talk.

Yes I want to have wild passionate, safe, earth shattering, sensual, explosive, raunchy, kinky, sometimes even violent SEX, but I want to know you first. What do you like................?


Later I'll show you mine if you show me yours, but first can we get to know one another?

Fantasy # 9 Lost Wager?

She arrived home after a long day . Working her way through the traffic she was tired and delighted to find things in order as she walked in the door. Candles were lit, soft music was playing and the smell of something delicious warming in the oven for dinner. A bottle of her favorite wine was uncorked on the side table by her favorite chair and this handsome man was on his knees waited silently to serve. He had lost the bet fair and square although she was sure that they both had somehow won and her winnings were his services.

She dropped her keys and purse on the side table and moved wearily to her awaiting throne. Motioning to the glass he poured and handed it to her. She sat and took the first sip then lifted her feet so that he could remove her shoes from her aching tired feet. He silently slipped each shoe off and laid her feet gently on a pillow that he produced. Dreamily she took another sip and greeted him with a nod. He was well trained and knew to only speak when spoken to as he began to massage her tense clammy toes. She wondered why her ex husband had not treated her this well even though he had always promised to do so. But he was gone and this lovely well mannered submissive man was here this evening to do what he was told and to spoil her as she deserved.

Finishing the glass of wine she moved him aside easily with her leg and stood to walk to the bedroom. Pausing at the door she simply snapped her fingers and he quickly entered the bedroom behind her. She stood as he respectfully undressed her, peeling her sweaty work clothes off and then gently slid on her robe. As she adjusted it he hung her dress up and placed her undergarments in the hamper. Pausing briefly at the doorway she beckoned him with a glance and returned to her favorite chair. All it took was a look at the empty glass and he refiled and handed it to her returning to his task of comforting her feet with his head down.

Stroking his head with her hand she grabbed a handful and pulled his head back. Their eyes met and she knew from his expression that he was ready to serve her in any way that she demanded. Dropping her hold she gave him a short rap to the back of his head and murmured the word kiss. He immediately sprawled himself to the floor prostrating himself at her feet as he began worshiping each foot gently and in earnest. Dreamily she sipped her wine and closing her eyes drifted, allowing the stress from the day to dissipate as he worshiped her feet.

She tipped the last of the second glass realizing that she was ready for her massage. Moving his face with the foot he was busy covering with soft gentle kisses she got up and moved to the the prepared massage table. He followed catching her robe as it fell to the floor.

The next hour seem a dream as his skilled hands and talented touch used almost too much of the sweet smelling oil to manipulate the stress from her muscles. His technique was perfect, simply a massage. The goal was to relax her not excitement and he knew it. He carefully steered his touch clear of any erogenous parts of her exhausted body working the oil, warmed by his hands, into every fold of her gorgeous full frame.

He continued as she drifted and soon she realized that she was ready for her bath. She instructed him to draw and watched his naked muscular frame leave the room his round, his tight round bottom begging for the beating he would get if he performed well. Lazily she listened to the water finish filling the tub with the warm soapy water that would only serve to continue to relax her. As the faucets squeaked shut he returned and helped her from the table, guiding yet following her to the tub.

She slipped into the wonderful warm water the sweet smelling suds covering her almost to the neck. She handed him the wash cloth and with the greatest of reverence he began washing almost every inch of her, uninvited to the wettest part which was ironically submerged and between her legs. His eyes turned down as he worked, his taunt muscular arms washing her as another form of worship. His submissive safe demeanor allowed her to relax and she called for another glass of wine and a before dinner snack.

He returned speedily with a small bowl of something perfect and her wine. She relaxed in the tub allowing him to feed her as she unwound physically and began to fantasize cruel things to do to his willing body later. Sensing her mental direction he looked down sheepishly between his own legs as his small package began to stiffen in its tiny well wrapped condom. This got him a sharp smack to the face and the force awoke and excited them both. His shamefaced almost hidden smile could not hide the thank you that sparkled from his grateful eyes.

For this he was ordered to put his nose down into the cold crusty corner of the floor by the sink while kneeling with his bottom up and in full view. His legs slightly spread so that the back of his ball sack was obvious and a hand on each cheek holding his bottom open in the most degrading of positions. He held there until as she lounged in the tub enjoying his predicament and her view.

When she was ready she stood up in the tub, the soapy water streaming off of her. Snapping her fingers again he obediently produced a towel and began drying her off. When he had meticulously completed this task she sat on the toilet and emptied her bladder. He knelt quietly and handed her the paper to wipe herself careful not to reveal his excitement. Another robe was produced, this a soft terry cloth one, and she was regally wrapped in it. Striding confidently towards the dining room she heard the tub began to empty and his soft foot steps following respectfully behind her.

Dinner was served and was delicious. He knelt by her side and was even given table scraps as a reward. She allowed him to stack the empty dishes in the sink for the night as she finished her last glass of wine. The kitchen clean up could wait until morning. He joined her as she went for the bedroom his loins and little male mind filled with anticipation.

What happened next might even surprise the reader. She was tired, it had been a long day and she was not in the mood for much. So chaining him face down to the floor by her bed with his hands bound far from being able to touch himself she slipped his ball gag on and the soiled sweaty underpants from the day over his head as a reward. Laying with a sigh on her bed she opened the drawer of her nightstand and pulled out her favorite toy. The sounds of her pleasing herself simply and perfectly several times were muffled a bit from the deliciously rank head covering that he wore as he ground his stiffness silently into the carpet. The buzzing of her toy stopped after awhile and she dropped off to sleep while he laid there for hours unable to do a thing except wait to serve her in the morning. It was only Friday evening of a long delicious holiday weekend and he realized that he was so very glad that he had lost that bet because he had won so much more.