He didn't tie the blindfold too tight. It was just snug enough that she could see a very tiny shaft of light at the bottom of the cloth. He hadn't asked her if she could see at all, he ran his hands through her hair, across the blindfold, and down her cheeks, then he adjusted the bottom until it was completely dark. Her hands were tied by silk at the wrist, and her ankles were bound as well, so she stood there silently. She could hear him rustling through the drawer looking for something but she wasn't sure what he had in mind for tonight. A tingle of fright ran up her spine when the sounds stopped.

She let out a tiny "Yip" that only girls can do when He abruptly swept her off the ground, one arm cradling her shoulder and one behind her knees. She loved when He held her this way, close to His body, His warmth, the muscles in His arms flexing involuntarily. She felt the comforter of the bed beneath her, the fluffy cotton very soft on her naked back and buttocks as He lay her down. He grasped the knot at her wrist and moved her hands above her head, a soft rustling as He tied the wrist knot to the headboard with more silk. She heard Him move to the foot of the bed and fasten her leg restraints in place as well. She let out a soft sigh when the radio turned on with a familiar click and soft piano music began.

She didn't have long to think about why she was tied the way she was, when He reached under her back just above her butt and lifted her off the bed with one arm, elevating her slightly above the comforter and pushing a towel under the length of her body. Now she was confused. She expected the paddle, the crop, or even a feather... but a towel under her? She hadn't seen Him set aside any candles, and she didn't think He would ever get wax on His towels... but she didn't have long to think about what He had planned, because she felt the heat of his hands just above her cheeks before his fingertips brushed gently, tracing tiny circles and figure-eights across her skin.

He moved His hands painfully slow, touching so lightly that it felt like He wasn't even making contact with his hands. His touch traced those wonderful circles down her neck, across her collar bone, to the mounds of her breasts and across her now rock-hard nipples. It took minutes for those warm fingers to move inches, and it was Bliss. As he made his way down, He took extra care and time across each rib and around her belly button. She writhed and wasn't sure if it tickled or if it just felt amazing when those fingers traced her hips and pelvic bone. When he reached her inner thighs, a small sound escaped her lips. She raised her pelvis, inviting him to touch warmer, wetter places, but those fingertips carefully avoided what she wanted. It times later when he reached the soles of her feet and stopped. She was now breathing heavily and warm all over. His touch was ecstasy, and she wanted more.

She nearly leaped out of her skin when the ice cube came down on her throat. She let out a little scream and struggled against the bonds at her wrist and feet, the dramatic change in sensation felt like a knife being thrust and it was so shocking goosebumps chased across her skin at the same pace as the chill that ran down her spine. He traced the ice cube once more across her neck and she was ready for it this time. It was cold, and almost unpleasant at first, but as it moved and followed the same path that his hands had followed, she started to whimper. Her skin was screaming for more when the ice cube ran across her nipples. The water droplets from the melting ice ran down her body in little streams and tickled, and felt good, and were cold, and.. Oh God it was amazing! The cube had melted completely but a second quickly found its way to her skin. The sensations were nearly overwhelming when that cold found her inner thighs. She screamed full out when he slid the cube across her swollen clit and bucked, straining and moaning... he traced the tiny piece of ice that remained down her labia, and with His index finger, slid it inside her.

She moaned and whined, cried out His name and begged for Him. She panted and bit her lip, and when the heat of his mouth closed over her Labia, she screamed for Him again.

I was gentle at first, just running my hands up her arms and across her shoulders, she faced me with a small smile on her face. The simple spaghetti strap top she wore was a light pink with lace-like ruffles at her bosom. Her pajama pants were nondescript and beautiful in their own right.

I leaned in to inhale deeply at her neck scenting the sweet moisturizer she applied after her shower. I licked lightly along her clavicle and up her carotid artery until my lips reached her ear and I whispered, "I'm being gentle with you now because very soon, so very soon, I won't want to be gentle anymore." and I kissed my way back down her throat to her shoulder, sinking my teeth in ever-so-slightly. Her body bucked against me and I wrapped my arms around her tight, grabbing her ass and pressing hard into her pelvis.

I hooked my fingers under the straps of her top and pulled the bosom line below now hard nipples. I brushed my knuckles across each nipple in turn and put the straps back in place, covering her breasts once more. Her sharp intake of breath when I bit her bottom lip was beautiful, and when I licked a line across that lower lip her breath stuttered more. "I don't want my roommate to walk in on us." she said.

I didn't reply with words.

I grabbed her arms digging my fingers in a bit and spun her to face the bed which sat at knee level. I grabbed her pajama bottoms and ripped them down with her panties, shoving at her back and sending her to her knees on the bed. "Turn over" I commanded, and she obliged bringing her knees together so that I could continue to remove the pajamas and panties. I slid them off her and tossed them on the ground. I didn't have to ask her to spread wide for me, she knew it was what I wanted.

She moved her knees apart and tucked her hands behind her hair showing me the long line of her luscious body. Her top was still in place and covered her now rock-hard nipples, but the glistening pink wetness between her thighs was spread for my viewing pleasure. "Delicious" I whispered.

I pulled my belt off in one movement and unbuckled my jeans, pushing my boxers and pants down to the floor. Seeing her laying there had me rock hard and ready for her. I pushed the condom down in the package and tore it open, rolling the latex onto my now raging erection.

Her arms came out from behind her back and she held them out to me as I dropped to my knees on the bed between her legs. "Lift your ass for me" I whispered as I gripped her thighs and moved under her, placing my knees just under her hamstrings. "Look at me" I demanded, and I pressed the tip of myself to her.

Her breath caught as she saw my body touch hers and she looked up into my eyes. I slammed the length of myself into her as deep as her tightness would allow and she bucked, arching her back and letting out a little wail. Her hands went to my arms and her nails dug in as I knelt there, our bodies wedded as close as humanly possible. I pulled out slowly, taking nearly half a minute to pull out completely and she whimpered from the teasing slowness of it. I slammed my dick home again and moved my hands from her thighs to either side of her head, grabbing two handfuls of her hair and lifting her head, forcing her to look down and watch as the sound of pounding flesh repeated again and again.

Her moaning and sound of heavy breathing echoed up the wall and around the room. I stopped abruptly and she whimpered again, looking up into my eyes with my fingers still in her hair. "Turn over" I growled at her and pulled out completely.

She turned over, slowly at first as though she wasn't quite able to gain her bearings. She turned her face to the left and pressed it to the bed, her arms under her and arched her back giving me an amazing view of her now swollen and dripping sex. The curve of her thigh made my heart skip a beat and I took just a second to appreciate the sight.

I positioned myself between those wide-spread legs and rammed home again, grabbing her upper thighs and slamming myself into her again and again as hard as I could, her whimpers and moans in time as the length of me hit her cervix. Her right arm was under her, fingers at her clitoris working furiously. Her left arm was stretched along her body and with nails in my hip, pulling me into her as her body bucked and tossed, timing her press with my furious thrusting. I leaned back slapped her ass hard, leaving an already reddening palm print.

"Enough" I said and stopped, just the tip of me inside. I slapped her other asscheek just as hard as the first and enjoyed the stinging in my palm. "Turn over again, I want you on your back." She pulled forward and flipped over quickly. I climbed above her once more and slowly entered her, pressing each inch of myself so very slowly... her whimpering the whole time. As the head of me touched her cervix once more, I leaned down to her and whispered, "Now there's a good girl."

I pulled out of her abruptly and pulled off the condom. She lay there on the bad on her back, breathing heavily and I tossed the condom in the trash. I went to my knees on the floor and grabbed her thighs, flicking my tongue across her red and swollen pussy. I shoved my tongue deep and she cried out wordlessly, grabbing handfuls of my hair. I pulled back a bit and smiled at her drawing the flat of my tongue across the entirety of her and she gasped for me. I moved my mouth to the inside of her left thigh, kissing along the skin.

I tasted the lotion and I kissed and licked until my lips rested over her femoral artery. I kissed up just an inch above the artery itself and set my teeth into her skin gently. I turned my eyes up to her and smiled with her flesh between my teeth. She quivered between my teeth and her breath was ragged. I continued to look into her eyes as I bit down slowly harder and harder until she cried out and screamed, "Please!!". At her request I let the skin go and licked the spot I'd bitten.

I kissed across her mons veneris and to her right thigh, kissing and licking the whole way. I kissed my way to the femoral artery once more and moved just above it again. I set my teeth in her skin and she whimpered for me, her hands once again in my hair pulling tight. I smiled up at her and repeated my previous action, biting down slowly. She screamed for me much sooner this time, "Please!!! PLEASE!!!", and I let go kissing the spot I’d bitten.

I pulled back and smiled at her, looking up the line of her body.

"Coffee?" I asked.

Looking down into your dark brown eyes, I'm amazed yet again. Such a wonderfully filthy little whore you are for me. Standing here with my fingers wrapped in your soft hair at the base of your skull, a chill runs down my spine. You knew, my little slut, you knew right away what I wanted from you. I unzipped my fly, pulling out a half-erect cock and you dropped to your knees before I even had the zipper all the way down. You please me immensely, but I don't know if I'll tell you that today. I think today all the thanks you'll get from me will be the semen sliding down your throat when I'm done. You know, my little slut, you know right away what I'm going to do. You take a deep breath with me and lick those already swollen lips, I can see the tops of your breasts flushing. You want this as much as I do, you're trembling already. The sensation of your slightly wet lips and hot breath on the tip of my cock is almost too much already. They're not so wet that I slide right between them, they catch a little and... oh.. not yet... not yet... that's right my filthy bitch, look up at me, wondering why I stopped. Look up at me and exhale that breath. I expected you to do just that, so that I could make you suffer just a little without that breath as I slide the entire length of this throbbing dick down that beautifully warm and slick throat.

You gasp and cough, sputtering and making small noises. You know, my little slut, you know already that it just brings me closer to finishing. What you don't know, is that it's not just the struggling that I'm enjoying. It's not just the sensation of my cock passing your tonsils. Watching your eyes begin to water, seeing the spittle gathering at the corners of your mouth, seeing that progression of deepening flush on your chest, neck, and cheeks. You know, my little slut, you know as soon as my breath catches and I lose my rhythm in your mouth, that I'm close. You look up into my eyes and I can't stop myself. Fingertips brushing your skull, fingers wrapped in your hair, I pull you to the base of me and you don't fight. You flick out that tongue and caress my testicles. I let out a cry and pulse once, twice, three times... and you don't even flinch. Your arms are wrapped around my legs, holding you to me tight as I cum. You know, my little slut, you know that I love you. Looking down into your dark brown eyes, I'm amazed yet again.

The roar of the ocean never ceases to amaze me. I sit here on the still-warm sand, with the tide lapping at my bare feet and the rush of wind off the surf blocks out all other sound; I can finally think. I picture you sitting there at the office in your blue jeans and t-shirt, greeting the customers as they come in and ask the same inane questions, and I see your foul look at the back of their heads as they walk out without thanking you for your help. I can see your hair up in a bun because of the humidity, and the frizziness of the hairs sticking out here and there. I lean my head back, putting more weight on my arms and stretching into the sand a bit, and I breathe deep of the salinated air. I mentally strip away the t-shirt and blue jeans and I can see the patterned blue and white bra, the black/white striped bikini panties, the plain white socks, the green lace of the cami brushing your cleavage. I squeeze my eyes until I see stars, and I can see the pucker of your pouting lips, the defined cut of your collarbone, the dark nipples and areolas against your ivory skin. I exhale heavily and lay back onto the sand, my inner elbows up to cover my face from the sun.

I nearly jump out of my skin when I hear your voice call my name, but I can't believe you're here, it's simply someone else calling a friend. I feel a light touch on my forearm, I can smell your unmistakable soft scent, and I know you're here. I look up and see you exactly as I pictured you last, stark naked in the dimming sunlight, kneeling beside me in the sand. I sit up to question this, and your hand on my chest stops me, pressing me back down. That hands stays on my chest and slowly, slowly moves down my stomach, to the button of my shorts. You rip off my button and unzip my fly, pulling my now hardening manhood out to stand free of it's cloth prison. The smile on your face is shockingly beautiful as you lean back, covering my lower body with your upper. Your fingers wrapped around the throbbing head of me feels wonderful. The long painstakingly slow line you lick from the base of my cock to the tip makes my spine bow and I cry out. Your hands glide up my sides as you take me inside your mouth, the scalding warmth of your tongue and teeth against me is too much too soon, and I beg you to slow down, to not let it end so soon. I have to look away from those piercing brown eyes as you look into my eyes with just the tip of me in your mouth, your cleavage and face flush with the effort of what you're doing. That look is the same to me, as if you were to swallow me whole.

A startlingly loud "pop" sounds as you pull me out of your mouth, and we both chuckle lightheartedly. I smile down at you as you writhe your way up my body, pressing every inch of you against every inch of me. That ghostly white perfection gliding against my reddish-tan, and the humidity of the ocean mixing with the freshly beading sweat of our bodies to create a slick, softness. Your lips trailing up my skin as your body chases is the most amazing series of sensations, the wind blowing is catching your wet kisses, causing an icy touch just before the warmth of your skin follows to chase it away.

Eye to eye you kiss me deeply, thoroughly, your teeth biting and pulling my lips into your sucking mouth. Your tongue exploring and chasing mine as your hands wrap into my hair, pulling my lips against you harder, hard enough to bruise, but not nearly hard enough to make me want it to stop. You sit up in my lap, the folds of your warm labia pressing my length against my stomach, and you pull me up to you, wrapping your legs around me. Pulling my face into your breasts and pressing my lips against them hard again, you lean back and slide me inside you.

This is the moment when the sound of the Ocean changes for me, from a dull roar, to a chord. A perfect chord sung by perfect voices, nearly angelic in its grace and beauty. You haven't moved since you pressed the length of me inside you, holding me to your chest as I tremble. It's as though you can hear the voices too, and you're afraid moving would make them stop. I wrap my arms around your back, holding you to me, and you adjust your legs. You unwrap my torso and bend your knees, feet behind you, so that you can achieve the angle you desire. The time you take pulling me out of you and pressing me into you is agonizing for me, your hands tangled in my hair holding my head back, forcing me to stare into your eyes as you slide me in and out. You release my hair and push me onto my back, keeping your hand on my chest as you swerve your hips with each draw and pull of me inside you, your body rocking gracefully, the muscles in your stomach clenching and unclenching with each revolution.

You throw back your head and laugh as I cover my eyes with my arms, coming close, oh so close to release. When I uncover my face, I can hear the echoes of your laughter with the roar of the Ocean, but you're gone. I look down and see that my shorts are still in place, zipped, but my button has gone missing. I sit up and grin to myself as the water laps at my feet, the sun hidden behind a cloud, the echoes of your laugh still trailing away.

The bottle was half empty, and he'd only bought it an hour ago. The burning sensations and the flavor had disappeared completely about three shots prior, and now he was sipping right out of the container. Self-loathing was the soup of the day today and he just couldn't get her out of his head. One would think that she had died, the way he acted, but she had in a way... she'd died to him. He sat on his futon sipping on his whiskey and sad thoughts, wishing she hadn't cheated on him, when there was a knock at his door.

 He glanced at the door, then glanced at his drink. He did this about three more times and using the arm of the futon, he vaulted himself into a swaying position and stumbled to the door. He tried to close one eye and look through the peephole, but the blur only made him chuckle.

 "Who is it?" He slurred.

 "Hey you fucking called me at 3 a.m. you drunk, open the damn door." Came a grumpy female voice.

 He licked his dry lips and wobbled a bit fumbling at the locks, finally getting them opened after a handful of annoyed sighs that were loud enough to be heard through the metal. He pulled open the door and grinned a stupid grin at his best friend.

 "Well" He slurred some more, "Howdy s(h)tranger, long time no s(h)ee!"

 She didn't waste a response or a glance on him, she merely pushed past him and plopped down where he had been sitting.

 "Her again?" She said to him as he set the locks back in place.

 "Not too s(h)ure why, but yep." he mumbled.

 He expected her to fuss at him again, like she always did when he pulled this crap. He expected her to take away his drink and hide his bottle in some place that'd take him weeks to find, but when she stood and came to stand in front of him where he leaned against the wall for support, her soft lips on his were a shock. His mind was too fuddled to form enough coherent thought to realize that this was his best friend of many many years, and that he did love her, but not in any kind of sensual way. When she took his bottle and set it on the counter behind him, he almost protested, but her lips found his again and they were like wet silk.

 She'd led him to the bathroom and hadn't said a word. He swayed along and when she began to undress, some shining beacon of light pierced the muddied haze of his brain long enough to give him a single moment of clarity.

 "Marie" He whispered, "Marie, I want this.... I want this but...."

 Her hand covered his mouth and silenced him, the look in her eyes was feral, and when she took her hand away he remained quiet. He stood there awkwardly, not quite sure what to do next, when she kicked off her shoes and sat on the edge of the tub. She took off her socks, her blue jeans, her panties, shirt, and bra. His jaw hung loose as he marveled at her naked beauty. The curve of her jaw, the slight indentation of her clavicles, her round tight breasts, her deliciously curvaceous thighs and hips. This is what a woman should look like, he thought to himself. The fullness of her body made him think that the women before had been skeletons in comparison. Her shape reminded him of the statues of the Greek Goddesses of old, and his body reacted accordingly.

 When she unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants, his throbbing member was already straining against his boxers. She undid the button at his waist and pulled his pants to his ankles. Much to his delight, he was wrong when he thought she was just helping him get undressed. When she'd taken off his boxers, she'd stopped on the way up to lick a long line across the bottom of his shaft, taking the head of him into her mouth and sucking hard for just a second. He gasped and had to reach for the wall to steady himself when she nibbled along his rock-hard hood, and could finally breathe a full breath when she stood up, helping him take off his shirt.

She turned and bent at the waist, reaching for the knobs to turn on the water. Sober, he would have taken two quick steps, run one hand up her back, the other across her hip, and pressed his dick between her inner thighs to glory in the warmth and wetness he could see glistening there... but in his inebriated haze, he just watched and bit his lower lip. She turned on the showerhead and stepped into the already steaming water, her hand reaching out to him. He took her offered hand and stepped in, closing the curtain. When he turned back to her, his breathing stopped all together.

Her head was back under the stream, her eyes closed, neck stretched. Thewater ran down her curves in slow rivulets, and he watched the progression in awe. He watched the water chase its way down across her body and down the tiny patch of pubic hair she'd left. It was too much, his heart had skipped a beat or two, and he reached out to her, wrapping his arms around her waist. He pulled her into a hard kiss, pressing his lips against hers so rough that he could feel her teeth behind the lips. He pulled her lower body against his just as hard and she grinded her hips against him in response.

Her lips parted for him when he flicked out his tongue, running it across the inside of her upper lip. Her tongue shot out and chased his inside his mouth, exploringly. He caught her tongue with his teeth gently and held it there inside his mouth, licking soft lines across each side, the top, and bottom... and finally recreating what she'd done when she'd taken off his pants, he licked a long slow line across the bottom of her tongue and sucked hard, causing her to whimper.

He let her go and took a step back to breathe, but she was having none of that. She wrapped her arms around him and they shimmied in a tight circle so that the water was at his back now, her back against the opposite wall of the shower. She leaned back for support and put her left foot up high on the soap dish. One hand wrapped around a breast pinching the nipple, her other went lower and she slid a finger inside herself slowly, staring into his eyes. She continued to stare into his eyes as she brought that finger to her lips and sucked it. She made a little moan, more for his benefit, he thought, than anything else, and it worked.

He stepped forward and bent his knees a bit for the right angle, one hand wrapped around her back, the other holding the base of his cock, he pressed the tip against her and kissed her gently, just a feather-touch of lips. He slowly slid his tongue out and as his tongue pierced her mouth, so his member pierced her opening. The heat of the shower and the wetness of the activities made for no resistance for him, mouth or otherwise. Just the very tip of his tongue and the hood of him were inside her. He continued his slow progression over the course of seconds until his tongue bumped the back of her throat and the tip of him bumped her cervix. He pulled away from the kiss and gasped as she squeezed him inside of her.

One hand a fist in his hair, the other clawing at his back, he drew in and out of her slowly as she whimpered and whispered his name over and over. Her whispering grew slowly into incoherent babbling as he picked up his pace, one hand under her lifted leg, the other gripping her ass. He lifted her off the ground and pressed her hard into the wall as he began to lose rhythm. He slammed into her mercilessly, pouring all the anger, the frustration, the craziness of him into her body. Her screaming came in time with his pounding and she let loose one long cry, wrapping her arms around him tight as her entire body convulsed. He wasn't done, and had not stopped fucking her. Tears leaked from his eyes as he felt the building pressure, he nuzzled his head against hers and pressed his lips to her shoulder. He pressed once more, as hard as he could inside her, and pulled himself out completely, sinking his teeth into the meat of her where neck meets shoulder. His semen was a scalding splash against their stomachs, pressed together.

She crumpled to the floor of the tub when he let her go, and he leaned heavily, face first, against the wall. He towered over her and reached down to stroke her face without looking. He ran his fingertips softly across her cheek, and smiled.

He was able to breathe again after a few moments and was readying himself to push away from the wall when her hands slid up his outer calves and continued up his thighs. He still leaned over her where she sat on the floor of the tub, his head against the wall, when he felt the warmth of her lips press against the semi-soft head of him. When she took him into her mouth, he knew he was in for a wonderfully long night.

Bruises

I left bruises yet again. You lay there sleeping on your stomach with your arms tucked underneath your head stretching that beautiful back. I can see your back rise and fall with your breath and I can't imagine how you can stay asleep in that much pain. The tear tracks dried on your face make my heart sing, my sweet. The bruised and bloody skin on your back from the whip, I want to touch, but you've earned this sleep. You screamed for me and begged me to stop, you pleaded and made promises, yet not once did I hear that little word that would actually make me stop. When I was done last night, I left your wrists tied to the beam, you suspended from the ceiling, and cleaned the leather slowly. Your whimpers and small pain sounds made me want to take more time cleaning my tools, but the blood running in rivulets down your back and thighs was too much for me.

When I untied you and you fell to your knees, clinging to me and thanking me for spending so much time on you, I had to look away. You nearly went ballistic in apologies, begging me to tell you what you had done wrong, but I didn't look away in anger, I looked away to stifle tears in my own eyes. Your love and devotion is a power so strong that it shakes even my foundations. You knew it, when I looked into your eyes and smiled, your face lit up and your nipples hardened. I saw that flush on your chest and cheeks spread, and you knew you had pleased me.

I'll never say aloud that I was sorry for how much the alcohol wipes burned when I cleaned the cuts on your back and legs, but it hurt me to cause you pain when I didn't intend it. The one particularly delightful gash below your right shoulder-blade I had to bandage, it wouldn't stop bleeding. When we were done, you looked at me like I was crazy when I told you to go wait for me in bed. You looked around at the bathroom with all the cotton-balls and wipes, and I could see in your eyes that you would disagree with me. I'm glad you know better.

The time I spent cleaning the mess up in the restroom was a time of reflection on the night's activities for me. I looked over how nice dinner was, how you failed to ask permission to speak to the waiter, how you looked at me in horror when you'd realized after ordering, what you'd done. My grin almost became a laugh when your trembling nearly became convulsions. I'm glad you understand what that grin means now, and I'm happy it took you so long to find out, and finally come to fear it for what it is.

Bathroom finally cleaned, I came to you and shocked you yet again, by sitting against the bed and gently pulling you to me, careful of the wounds on your back. I kissed you softly and you looked as though I'd slapped you. I worry now that perhaps you have gotten too used to me being rough, and have come to expect it always. I can't have you think me predictable, now can I?

You cried last night, as I made love to you. I was so gentle that you were lost and confused. I pulled you into my lap and kissed soft lines down your throat and chest, kissed those lines back up to your lips and when I pulled your bottom lip between my teeth, you expected me to bite and I heard the gasp... but when I just sucked gently and pressed the tip of my cock inside you, tears fell. You wrapped your arms around me and pressed your head into the crook of my neck, gently gyrating your hips with just the tip of me inside. Again you expected me to grab ahold of your hips and thrust inside, I even felt you tense for it when my hands settled on your thighs. As I slowly, gently slid myself deep inside you, you pulled away and looked into my eyes. You looked scared almost, and I could see the click of your understanding when you realized what I wanted.

You moaned and whispered to me how wonderful it felt, you kissed and bit at my neck and chest. You fed at my mouth as though you would die without the taste of me. All the time, your legs wrapped around me, slowly... oh so slowly, pressing me inside, and pulling me out of you. I have to say that making love in a sitting position is, for me, the most intimate of any position we've found ourselves in. The eye contact, the brush of unintended skin, the necessity to kiss that mouth so close. The press of your sweat sheened breasts against my face as the never-stopping rhythm of our sex went on, was my limit. I pulled you to me tight and whispered that I would cum soon. That I would spray my hot lust deep inside you as you had earned. I told you how much of a good girl you had been tonight, and how if you continued to be a good girl, I might even let you lick it clean. I felt the quiver in your thighs build into a tremor. I felt the carefully slow rhythm start to lose pace, and your moans crescendo into a scream. You locked your arms and legs around me so tight that my body rocked with yours, and we finished together.

I whispered for you to go clean up when we finished, and the tears hadn't stopped at the point, they still fell quietly. The look of pure worship on your face when you came back to bed, I may never forget. You love me, my sweet one, and I love you.

I look down at your thighs where I had my hands last night while I made love to you and I see that I lost control. The exact print of both of my hands is bruised into your pale lovely flesh. I left bruises, yet again.

Spending most my time on FL, this place has its... quirks though.

I reiterate my last journal comment.....

I'm a Dominant Sadist, it's not a joke... you crying seriously is a turn on. Scared? I'm not for you. Warm fuzzy feeling? Do let me know.

Meeting people in person from this site is about like jumping in a dark hole in the middle of a forest. It could lead to the lost city of gold, or it could be full of crazy ass women.

Funny aside: How difficult is it, really? I'm a sadist. I really am. There's no surprise here. That doesn't make me inhuman. I work, I pay my bills, I live a normal life... then there's the play time. I don't just walk around wearing black, raping, and pillaging towns.

Of course I left bruises on your thighs when I was fucking you senseless. I had my fingers dug into your legs and myself buried to the hilt.

That about covers the last few months. Questions?

 He didn't tie the blindfold too tight. It was just snug enough that she could see a very tiny shaft of light at the bottom of the cloth. He hadn't asked her if she could see at all, he ran his hands through her hair, across the blindfold, and down her cheeks, then he adjusted the bottom until it was completely dark. Her hands were tied by silk at the wrist, and her ankles were bound as well, so she stood there silently. She could hear him rustling through the drawer looking for something but she wasn't sure what he had in mind for tonight. A tingle of fright ran up her spine when the sounds stopped.

     She let out a tiny "Yip" that only girls can do when He abruptly swept her off the ground, one arm cradling her shoulder and one behind her knees. She loved when He held her this way, close to His body, His warmth, the muscles in His arms flexing involuntarily. She felt the comforter of the bed beneath her, the fluffy cotton very soft on her naked back and buttocks as He lay her down. He grasped the knot at her wrist and moved her hands above her head, a soft rustling as He tied the wrist knot to the headboard with more silk. She heard Him move to the foot of the bed and fasten her leg restraints in place as well. She let out a soft sigh when the radio turned on with a familiar *click* and soft piano music began.

     She didn't have long to think about why she was tied the way she was, when He reached under her back just above her butt and lifted her off the bed with one arm, elevating her slightly above the comforter and pushing a towel under the length of her body. Now she was confused. She expected the paddle, the crop, or even a feather... but a towel under her? She hadn't seen Him set aside any candles, and she didn't think He would ever get wax on His towels... but she didn't have long to think about what He had planned, because she felt the heat of his hands just above her cheeks before his fingertips brushed gently, tracing tiny circles and figure-eights across her skin.

     He moved His hands painfully slow, touching so lightly that it felt like He wasn't even making contact with his hands. His touch traced those wonderful circles down her neck, across her collar bone, to the mounds of her breasts and across her now rock-hard nipples. It took minutes for those warm fingers to move inches, and it was Bliss. As he made his way down, He took extra care and time across each rib and around her belly button. She writhed and wasn't sure if it tickled or if it just felt amazing when those fingers traced her hips and pelvic bone. When he reached her inner thighs, a small sound escaped her lips. She raised her pelvis, inviting him to touch warmer, wetter places, but those fingertips carefully avoided what she wanted. It times later when he reached the soles of her feet and stopped. She was now breathing heavily and warm all over. His touch was ecstasy, and she wanted more.

     She nearly leaped out of her skin when the ice cube came down on her throat. She let out a little scream and struggled against the bonds at her wrist and feet, the dramatic change in sensation felt like a knife being thrust and it was so shocking goosebumps chased across her skin at the same pace as the chill that ran down her spine. He traced the ice cube once more across her neck and she was ready for it this time. It was cold, and almost unpleasant at first, but as it moved and followed the same path that his hands had followed, she started to whimper. Her skin was screaming for more when the ice cube ran across her nipples. The water droplets from the melting ice ran down her body in little streams and tickled, and felt good, and were cold, and.. Oh God it was amazing! The cube had melted completely but a second quickly found its way to her skin. The sensations were nearly overwhelming when that cold found her inner thighs. She screamed full out when he slid the cube across her swollen clit and bucked, straining and moaning... he traced the tiny piece of ice that remained down her labia, and with His index finger, slid it inside her.

     She moaned and whined, cried out His name and begged for Him. She panted and bit her lip, and when the heat of his mouth closed over her Labia, she screamed for Him again.

Adventures on the lake! Paddling around daily has had me saving turtles, avoiding mud-sinks, and wading through weeds taller than I am. It's been interesting, but I do enjoy it. Even found a boat on the water, a hand-made wooden rowboat. I'm not sure how it managed to get on the water, as it's a private lake, but it was a nice find. Still on the hunt for a partner. I've met with a few girls and women but it seems a majority of the women I meet are just looking for a slap and tickle. I'm looking for something a little... more.

I must apologize for the formatting of my journal entries. For the life of me I can't seem to get the damnable sizing and spacing correct, but the stories written here are 100% original content and there will be plenty of them. Enjoy and feel free to share any comments or concerns that you may have. Disclaimer: The only people harmed in my stories enjoyed it, promise.

     I was gentle at first, just running my hands up her arms and across her shoulders, she faced me with a small smile on her face. The simple spaghetti strap top she wore was a light pink with lace-like ruffles at her bosom. Her pajama pants were nondescript and beautiful in their own right.

     I leaned in to inhale deeply at her neck scenting the sweet moisturizer she applied after her shower. I licked lightly along her clavicle and up her carotid artery until my lips reached her ear and I whispered, "I'm being gentle with you now because very soon, so very soon, I won't want to be gentle anymore." and I kissed my way back down her throat to her shoulder, sinking my teeth in ever-so-slightly. Her body bucked against me and I wrapped my arms around her tight, grabbing her ass and pressing hard into her pelvis.

     I hooked my fingers under the straps of her top and pulled the bosom line below now hard nipples. I brushed my knuckles across each nipple in turn and put the straps back in place, covering her breasts once more. Her sharp intake of breath when I bit her bottom lip was beautiful, and when I licked a line across that lower lip her breath stuttered more. "I don't want my roommate to walk in on us." she said.

I didn't reply with words.

     I grabbed her arms digging my fingers in a bit and spun her to face the bed which sat at knee level. I grabbed her pajama bottoms and ripped them down with her panties, shoving at her back and sending her to her knees on the bed. "Turn over" I commanded, and she obliged bringing her knees together so that I could continue to remove the pajamas and panties. I slid them off her and tossed them on the ground. I didn't have to ask her to spread wide for me, she knew it was what I wanted.

     She moved her knees apart and tucked her hands behind her hair showing me the long line of her luscious body. Her top was still in place and covered her now rock-hard nipples, but the glistening pink wetness between her thighs was spread for my viewing pleasure. "Delicious" I whispered.

     I pulled my belt off in one movement and unbuckled my jeans, pushing my boxers and pants down to the floor. Seeing her laying there had me rock hard and ready for her. I pushed the condom down in the package and tore it open, rolling the latex onto my now raging erection.

     Her arms came out from behind her back and she held them out to me as I dropped to my knees on the bed between her legs. "Lift your ass for me" I whispered as I gripped her thighs and moved under her, placing my knees just under her hamstrings. "Look at me" I demanded, and I pressed the tip of myself to her.

     Her breath caught as she saw my body touch hers and she looked up into my eyes. I slammed the length of myself into her as deep as her tightness would allow and she bucked, arching her back and letting out a little wail. Her hands went to my arms and her nails dug in as I knelt there, our bodies wedded as close as humanly possible. I pulled out slowly, taking nearly half a minute to pull out completely and she whimpered from the teasing slowness of it. I slammed my dick home again and moved my hands from her thighs to either side of her head, grabbing two handfuls of her hair and lifting her head, forcing her to look down and watch as the sound of pounding flesh repeated again and again.

     Her moaning and sound of heavy breathing echoed up the wall and around the room. I stopped abruptly and she whimpered again, looking up into my eyes with my fingers still in her hair. "Turn over" I growled at her and pulled out completely.

     She turned over, slowly at first as though she wasn't quite able to gain her bearings. She turned her face to the left and pressed it to the bed, her arms under her and arched her back giving me an amazing view of her now swollen and dripping sex. The curve of her thigh made my heart skip a beat and I took just a second to appreciate the sight.

     I positioned myself between those wide-spread legs and rammed home again, grabbing her upper thighs and slamming myself into her again and again as hard as I could, her whimpers and moans in time as the length of me hit her cervix. Her right arm was under her, fingers at her clitoris working furiously. Her left arm was stretched along her body and with nails in my hip, pulling me into her as her body bucked and tossed, timing her press with my furious thrusting. I leaned back slapped her ass hard, leaving an already reddening palm print.

     "Enough" I said and stopped, just the tip of me inside. I slapped her other asscheek just as hard as the first and enjoyed the stinging in my palm. "Turn over again, I want you on your back." She pulled forward and flipped over quickly. I climbed above her once more and slowly entered her, pressing each inch of myself so very slowly... her whimpering the whole time. As the head of me touched her cervix once more, I leaned down to her and whispered, "Now there's a good girl."

     I pulled out of her abruptly and pulled off the condom. She lay there on the bad on her back, breathing heavily and I tossed the condom in the trash. I went to my knees on the floor and grabbed her thighs, flicking my tongue across her red and swollen pussy. I shoved my tongue deep and she cried out wordlessly, grabbing handfuls of my hair. I pulled back a bit and smiled at her drawing the flat of my tongue across the entirety of her and she gasped for me. I moved my mouth to the inside of her left thigh, kissing along the skin.

     I tasted the lotion and I kissed and licked until my lips rested over her femoral artery. I kissed up just an inch above the artery itself and set my teeth into her skin gently. I turned my eyes up to her and smiled with her flesh between my teeth. She quivered between my teeth and her breath was ragged. I continued to look into her eyes as I bit down slowly harder and harder until she cried out and screamed, "Please!!". At her request I let the skin go and licked the spot I'd bitten.

     I kissed across her mons veneris and to her right thigh, kissing and licking the whole way. I kissed my way to the femoral artery once more and moved just above it again. I set my teeth in her skin and she whimpered for me, her hands once again in my hair pulling tight. I smiled up at her and repeated my previous action, biting down slowly. She screamed for me much sooner this time, "Please!!! PLEASE!!!", and I let go kissing the spot I’d bitten.

     I pulled back and smiled at her, looked up the line of her body.

    "Coffee?" I asked.