A Night of Pleasure. Part 1.

A Night of Pleasure.   Part 1. A Night of Pleasure. Part 1.

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

One night would change his life....

Summary

One night would change his life....

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Submitted: June 24, 2013

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Submitted: June 24, 2013

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It was Saturday night.  But, it was just another night.  He sat, alone, flicking through the TV channels.  Nothing was on.  Again.  He closed his eyes, putting his head back on the couch, wondering whether he could be bothered getting out a favourite DVD to watch, again, or just head off to bed.  He took a deep breath and as he released it as a sigh, he thought he heard a noise but he couldn’t be sure.  His ears alert, his mind confusing sounds so that he thought he heard a whip crack.  He was tired and bored.  Imagination in overdrive, he laid his head back and closed his eyes again.  The TV droned quietly in the background.  Music would be better he thought.

 

Something soft enclosed his eyes.  His hand reflexively went to his eyes as he tried to lift his head but it was restrained by the same softness covering his eyes.  It was very soft to his fingers but before he could prise it away, before he could make sense of it all, a soft, breathy sound tickled his ears.  “Ssshhhhh….keep still.  Relax,” the whispered voice said.  His mind was starting to focus now, adjusting to his loss of sight.  He could feel the material being knotted behind his head.  He decided he would follow the directions of the feminine voice that encapsulated him.  “I won’t hurt you…just the opposite…unless you want me too…”

 

Crack!

 

‘Shit.  What was that?’ he wondered.  He could still feel the vibrations of the sound and the movement of the air against his body.  He could not believe how alert his body and other senses were now that he could not see.  Something soft trailed over his face and down his arm and legs, sensually touching his exposed skin.

 

So many questions ran through his mind until there was nothing left to think just sensations to feel.  “Relax,” the voice whispered.  He didn’t realise he was so tense until the command filtered through his nervous system, only reaching his conscious after his body became more pliable. 

Crack!

He felt the soft sting across his thighs before the sound even registered.  His body momentarily tensed, shifting his position but awakening his desire.  Before he could react verbally a finger was placed over his lips.

 

“Shhhhhh….don’t move.  Don’t make a sound.”

 

He obeyed like he never had before in his life.  A hint of a smile graced his mouth and was answered with soft lips against his, so light, so brief, he could have imagined it.  The softness that he felt before returned swirling tantalisingly down his legs, the back of his right knee, his calf, ankle, heel, toes.  It tickled.

 

“Don’t move,” was huskily whispered in his ear startling him as his attention snapped back from his lower extremities.

 

He heard as much as felt her move over him.  He could feel her legs against either side of his.  His fingertips almost grazed her thighs.  He could touch her if he moved his hand an inch forward.  His thighs told him that she was wearing something sensually soft.  His mind wondered if it was silk stockings.  His body reacted at the thought.  He almost ached to touch her but he remembered the husky command and stayed still.  He was silent and still and so was she.Curious, he moved his fingers slowly forward.  Almost there, until…

Crack!

“Shit.  That stung,”  he cried out in his mind, but rather than pain, he was surprised to be feeling pleasure.  He was becoming aroused and yet she had hardly touched him, except with her crop.  No words followed the slap.  But, a fingernail tracing his jawline, his lips, his neck and down his chest caused his breath to catch.

 

Her knees sunk down on the couch either side of his hips and he felt her sit lightly on his lap, so light, her body just touched his.  He could feel her skin and realised that she was wearing stockings that stopped high thigh leaving a few inches of exposed softness before, before…oh God, he needed to control his thoughts before he came undone.

 

The fingernail stopped at his pants before a finger reached in and flicked the material so it snapped back against his body.

 

Shit!,” he thought.  He didn’t realise something so minimal could be so erotic. 

 

He felt all her fingers brush against his stomach causing his muscles to jerk, as she sensual took hold of his shirt.  He felt his shirt being slowly lifted up as the material and her fingers gently skimmed his skin. 

 

Her soft breasts leaned against his chest as she whispered in his ear, “Lift your arms”. 

 

He complied and felt his shirt being totally removed.  Soft hands held his above his head before fingernails gently ran down his arm along the tender inside skin leaving goosebumps in their wake.  She sat back and he felt emptiness where her soft warm breasts had been.  He moaned softly at their departure.

 

But, he was not bereft for long. Her lips met his again while her hands grabbed his and pull his arms down placing his hands onto her hips. He dared to move his fingers slowly at first, conscious of the memory of the sharp tang of the crop. She kissed him harder yet still with a sensuality he had long forgotten existed. His hands started to slide over her smooth fabric, gently up and down and around her hips and over her back. When she gently nipped his bottom lip, he gasped and she took the opportunity to deepen the kiss. His hands rode lower over her bottom. He could feel the fabric end and her soft skin begin.  His fingers travelled lightly over her curvaceous derriere and behind her thighs until they met the top of her stockings.

 

“Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm,” he moaned into the kiss.

 

Her lips left his mouth.  He wished he hadn’t made a noise now, he was enjoying the kiss, but he couldn’t have stopped the moan, no man could in the situation he found himself in.  But, he felt them again, against his cheek, a gentle kiss, followed immediately by more of the same, moving down his jaw, and down his neck and along his shoulder.  Oh, that felt so good.  Her hands grabbed his and placed them momentarily on her breasts, just long enough for him to shudder, before sliding them down her stomach and resting them on her hips again.

 

“Stay still. Tonight, I am in control.  You just have to relax and enjoy,” she breathed into his ear.  Her breath against his ear and neck caused another shiver to run through his body.  He could not control it, but, for once, he didn’t want to.  He felt more aroused than he could ever remember being.  He was aroused, yes. Oh, how he was aroused.  He knew that she could feel his arousal because he could feel her softness against him every time she moved.  Oh, how he wanted her, but this was different.  He ached in pleasure but he was not in a hurry for release.  This was more sensual, more erotic than he was used to and he liked it.  Hell yes, he would lay back and enjoy the ride.

 


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