Interludes With Him

Interludes With Him

Status: In Progress

Genre: Erotica

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Status: In Progress

Genre: Erotica

Summary

Every interlude with him awakens me to new sexual pleasures. What new secrets will he unlock?

Summary

Every interlude with him awakens me to new sexual pleasures. What new secrets will he unlock?

Chapter1 (v.1) - Explore Me

Author Chapter Note

Gimme, gimme some feedback please.

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: July 03, 2016

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Chapter Content - ver.1

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Explore Me

His hands run over my figure, feeling every dimple, curve and indentation. He starts at my head and slowly maps my body. He pays particular interest to my neck, encircling it with one hand and gently tightening his fingers around it. The pressure gradually increases and I start to pant. He has me blindfolded so I can’t see his expression but I imagine that his eyes have darkened with impending desire and a faint smile plays on his lips. I want to grasp his hand and tug it away. It is starting to get difficult to draw air in but I keep my arms over my head as he ordered me to do when he came into the room. If I move them, he will surely cease to continue touching me. A moment, two, passes as I still struggle to draw air into my lungs. Then as gradually as he increased the pressure, I feel his grip ease. He withdraws each finger until one is left. He uses that finger to trail lightly down the side of my neck.

This barest touch sends a shiver down my back. The finger goes down my neck to the underside of my breast. His other hand joins the exploration and he uses them to cup my breasts. I visualise them resting perfectly in his big hands, as if they were made for him. His thumbs rub over my nipples, hardening them further and I arch slightly into his touch. His forefingers join his thumbs and squeeze my nipples, hard enough to make draw in a gasp. He holds them in his grip, for seconds, a minute, maybe more. I lose feeling but when he releases them, all the sensation comes rushing back. They feel on fire and I like it. It causes an ache to course through me. I need his hands on me more. I get my wish when he resumes his exploration. His hands trace lightly down my sides, causing another shiver to run through me.

They continue to my hips, gently massaging them and I imagine that he likes what he feels. Then they move to my inner thighs, which are closed and I’m tempted to let them fall open but I chant silently to myself, don’t do it. His hands run down the seam my thighs make and he gently pries them apart. He bends my knees, places my heels on the bed and I’m open to him. He sees my untrimmed bush, my clit peeking at him, beckoning him to play with it. I’m wet so I know that moisture must be trapped in the hairs. He doesn’t mind because he ordered me to come before him unshaven. I wait breathless with anticipation, savouring the feeling of his eyes on me.

His hands move along my thighs. His destination, my pussy. When they reach me, his fingers open my slit and I feel his breath on me. The slow, steady swipe of his tongue earns a groan and the release of more wetness. He continues to drag his tongue up and down, getting the taste of me but never going where I most desire his touch. He torments me with the slowness of his pace. It feels as if he can tease me forever. When he stabs inside, I jump and arch my body towards his tongue, trying in vain to make it go deeper. This only makes him retreat and all at once I feel hollow.

I made my first mistake and now I have to endure the punishment. His hands leave me completely and I want to beg his forgiveness but I refrain. To speak now would only make things worse. The room is completely still, I can hear nothing but my shallow breathing. Moments pass, minutes. Without warning I feel his hand strike me hard on my pussy. I flinch and swallow the shriek I feel climbing my throat. My pussy is afire but it is not enjoyable. I tense for another strike but none comes. Again, minutes pass and I eventually relax my body. When the next strike comes, it falls across my right nipple and another falls on my left nipple. My body is now in discomfort, a stark contrast from the pleasure I was experiencing before. The next thing I hear is the door clicking, signalling to me that he has left the room. I lay there, my mind reeling. Then the thought comes to me, he cancelled out the pleasure he gave me so I would yearn for my next interlude with him.


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