Below are two erotic short stories that I've written. I hope you enjoy them.
Resolution
Resolution - the trait of resolutely controlling one's own behavior, self-control, will power, self will...an essential characteristic in her line of work and one now quickly slipping from her grasp.
Monica wasn't sure how much time had passed. Blindfolded, unable to move, she was suspended in the air, legs apart, arms, hands and head secured but completely supported in a near horizontal position. She'd had plenty of time to consider how she gotten in this predicament.
It had started as a friendly debate about self-control and self-mastery between her and her lover of four months. She considered herself to be well disciplined and quite able to exercise mastery over her emotions and physical responses. After all, she was a professional, trained to do difficult and complex tasks under extreme conditions as part of her work for the agency five years ago. While she had found work as a consultant in the civilian world, she hardly considered herself a pushover. She liked being in control, especially in her relationships.
Morgan was not like the kind of man to which she was usually attracted. Sure he was attractive and intelligent like others in her past, but he exuded a quiet confidence quite unlike anything she'd seen before. At first she had thought him cocky if not arrogant. The set of his jaw, the half-smile that always played at his lips, the relaxed yet, predatory way he walked across a room, set him apart in her mind. The first time she laid eyes on him, she couldn't look away. When their eyes locked, she felt his energy reach out to her. Her skin had literally tingled.
The lovemaking had been incredibly hot, but not so intense that she could not maintain her calm, cool demeanor. Morgan had asked her what she was afraid of? After they had been together a while, he had come to realize that she just didn't know another way of responding. Old habits die hard, especially when her personal safety had depended on the ability to maintain such control.
He had argued such resolution could be altered; that new responses could be introduced under the right circumstance if she was willing to try. The question was did she trust him enough to find out? Unable to resist a challenge and the thousand dollar wager he offered, and confident in his feelings for her, she agreed to his plan. If at any time, she wanted to back out or stop the grand experiment, she was to utter "resolution." Her consolation would be an unplanned shopping spree and there would be no hard feelings.
Morgan had picked her up in a limo that evening and placed the blind fold on her the minute she was seated inside. She was wearing a simple black sheath dress with strappy sandals and bare legs, as he had requested. No sooner was the blindfold in place, when he grabbed her wrists and cuffed them together in her lap. "You are not to speak unless I ask you a question, do you understand?" Monica nodded. If you wish to speak, you must ask my permission, understand?" Monica nodded again.
"Take off your panties now." Morgan said softly but firmly. Monica thought she would play his little game, but so far his "me Tarzan, you Jane" routine was not exactly impressing her. She maneuvered her panties down over her legs and kick them off. He slipped something egg like between the lips of cunt, and using his finger slid it deep inside her. She felt his lubricated fingers pulling her pussy lips together. He pushed her legs together, "Keep your legs together." Then the egg came to life between her legs.
Monica gasped as the vibration resonated through her core. "Lie back and relax now, you're too tense Monica. Let me look after you for a while." Monica sank back into the leather seat as the first wave of pleasure began to build. He leaned near her, whispering in her ear, and stroking her arms, “The more you relax, the better you’ll feel.” She could smell the musk of his male body and feel the heat of his breath. The tension in her loins began to build to a peak. Suddenly, the egg stopped.
"Open your mouth, I have something for you." Annoyed at having her pleasure abruptly interrupted, she opened her mouth to voice her protest but stopped as the smell of chocolate and cherries wafted in front of her nose. She leaned forward toward the aroma and Morgan rewarded her curiosity by rubbing a chocolate covered cherry across her lips. She ate the first one almost immediately. She started to close her lips around the second offering only to have it suddenly jerked away. “Wait a minute, I can make this taste even better.” Morgan pushed her treat across her moist crotch and quickly popped it into her mouth, placing his hand across her lips as the cherry disappeared. Before she had time to protest, the egg sprang back to life, and Morgan’s skilful fingers found a nipple and rolled it hard between his fingers.
The combination of dark Belgian chocolate, cherry and pussy juice in her mouth, electricity emanating from her right nipple coupled with the delicious sensations in her cunt, was almost overwhelming. She swallowed the cherry without hesitation and Morgan’s hand left her mouth to claim the remaining nipple. Monica mewed in anticipation of an orgasm. Once again the egg became still and her nipples were abandoned. Before she regained her bearings, she heard fabric ripping as Morgan stripped her dress and bra from her. “Hey, I liked that dress,” she protested. “Oww, what did you do that for?” She felt her right breast tingle from the sharp slap he had administered.
“You didn’t ask permission to speak, Monica.” Morgan replied evenly.
“What do you mean…oww!” The other breast now stung like its sister. Monica bit her lip, refusing to give into her rising annoyance, and evenly replied, “Permission to speak.”
“Permission to speak, Sir,” Morgan corrected.
“Permission to speak, Sir,” Monica replied.
“Granted.”
“That was my favorite black dress. You had no right to tear it like that.” God, Monica thought, did I really just sound that whiney?
“I’ll buy you a new one. You did agree to follow my lead and my rules tonight, did you not?” Morgan whispered into her ear.
“Yes, but..”
“No buts, Monica. Either you agree or you don’t. If you don’t, use your safe word and I’ll take you home right now. What will it be?”
“I’m not giving up this easily,” Monica retorted.
“That’s my girl,” Morgan purred and the egg came to life again.
Monica had lost track of how many orgasms she’d had before the car stopped. In between each one, he had plied her with chocolate covered fruit, rubbed her body with an aromatic lotion, and let her sip champagne through a straw. She had become lost in the sensations. Her entire body was humming and she was so incredibly relaxed that she had forgotten she was naked except for the hand cuffs. She didn’t protest at all as he reached between her legs to retrieve the egg.
“Before we get out, I need you to kneel on the floor facing the seat.” Morgan informed her. Unable to think of a good reason why she shouldn’t, Monica complied.
Morgan massaged her behind with lotion, kneading her cheeks, working closer to her tight ass. His hands felt good. She purred and leaned into the seat. Monica guessed what was coming next as they were no strangers to anal in their previous lovemaking. When the butt plug slipped between her cheeks, she groaned. Almost immediately, a dildo found its way into her pussy. Her toes curled in pleasure. Morgan placed a strap between her legs that connected to another encircling her waist. He secured the harness and snapped a collar around her neck. “Time to get out of the car.”
It suddenly dawned on Monica that she was about to step out of the limo, naked except for her shoes and trussed up in a harness, hand cuffs and collar. She hesitated. “Don’t worry, we are in a private location. Enjoy the feel of the cool night air on your skin. We don’t have far to walk.” In for a penny, in for a pound, Monica thought to herself and stepped into the night. Her compliance was rewarded as both her love holes started to gently vibrate.
Morgan was true to his word. Less than two dozen steps and she was being led into a building. The soles of her high heels echoed across the space. The heavy door closed behind them. He led her through another door. The room was warm. She could smell incense burning. She wasn’t sure how long it took him to get her suspended from the ceiling.
The last thing her captor had done was put the ear buds in and hit the start button. At first, all she heard was white noise. The vibrations in her pussy and ass stopped and started abruptly. A while later, the white noise gave way to exotic eastern music, punctuated by the sounds of a whip crackling intermixed with human sounds. It went on and on as if in a continuous loop. At first the sounds startled her, but after a while, she noticed a subtle rhythm develop in sync with the mesmerizing music. The gentle vibrations began to keep time with the sound of the crackling whip.
This time the crack was louder and she squealed as something made contact with the sole of her right foot. The vibrations in her ass and cunt intensified and then suddenly stopped. The music stopped as well. She could smell Morgan standing close to her. Again, the crack shattered the silence followed quickly by another squeal. Again her pussy and ass tingled as the humming started up again and then suddenly stopped. This process of pain and pleasure repeated over and over again until Morgan had traced his way across all parts of her body not covered by the ropes. This time, he had been careful not to let her climax. Overwhelmed by the tangle of sensations in her body, cruising on the chemicals being released in her body, Monica was whimpering softly, and began asking him to let her cum.
His hand made contact with her ass. “You didn’t ask permission Monica. Just because I let you squeal earlier doesn’t mean you may speak without permission.”
“Permission to speak sir,” she whispered softly.
“Granted.”
“Please let me cum, Sir.”
“Not so fast this time Monica. This time you have to earn your release sweetheart. It’s time for you to serve and for me to feast on you. Do you understand?” Morgan spoke as he undid her harness and removed the plug and dildo, and stroked her sex lovingly. “I intend to gorge myself on you. Then and only then will I let you come. If you come before I tell you to, you will be corrected. Do you understand?”
Monica could only nod at this point.
“Open your mouth sweetheart,” Morgan pulled her head back and plunged his cock into her mouth filling her throat in one motion. Monica gagged as it took her by surprise. Morgan pulled out and let her catch her breath. “You won’t know where you will be taken, mouth, ass, cunt - so you must be ready. I will not speak again now until I tell you to come.” And without another moment of hesitation, he plunged back into her mouth, stroked her six times and abruptly withdrew.
The next time she felt his hands on her hips and he impaled her pussy. Unable to thrust effectively or to touch him back, all she could do was submit to his thrusts. God, he felt so good inside her! She cried out as he abruptly withdrew, only to feel his finger slide into her ass.
And so it went, Morgan plunged in and out of her body, bringing her close but not letting her slide over the edge. Her body had never been used like this before. It was sore and ached in places but she felt so alive! Each time he left her body, she writhed and twisted in her bonds trying to reach out to him. She quickly learned that he would not return to her until she was still.
She heard Morgan pour himself a drink and then the door opened and closed. Monica listened for his breathing. Since he last spoke to her, unless he was touching her, she listened for his breathing to identify where he was in the room. She was surprised at how quiet he could be. She listened for footsteps…on the left, she thought, or was that on the right…she wasn’t sure. She turned her head, felt hands grasp her head and a cock press against her lips. She opened her mouth and in it plunged.
Caught up in trying to regulate her breathing she almost didn’t notice when another pair of hands grasped her hips and another cock slid into her body. She tried to speak but realized it was futile. She felt her nipples pinch as something hard made contact with first one nipple and then the other. When the third set of hands grabbed her ass from underneath, she knew what was coming and gave over to the thrill rising in her belly. Suddenly she was filled with three cocks and they worked her holes in synchrony as hands raced over her skin, and pulled at the clips on her nipples. Her body was utterly electric and she could feel them pulsing inside her. She could smell the three men and listened to their rasping breaths. Then Morgan rose up from beneath her breaking into her trance, “We’re going to fuck you until you cum for us.” He was in her ass!
The men picked up the tempo, their bodies slapping hard against hers, pulling at her nipples and her clit. The man in her mouth pulled out of her mouth and spewed over her face with a groan. “I want to hear you when you cum Monica,” Morgan ordered from beneath her.
Needing no more encouragement, Monica felt the need building in her body. Higher and higher it rose. Skin slapping skin, her nipples aching, warm cum being rubbed into her neck and face by a strong hand, her ass and cunt deliciously stretched between two glorious cocks. Monica growled, feral like as a howl started its ascent from her belly. As her wail peaked, she arched up and took her remaining two lovers with her.
The cock in her pussy withdrew. The hands over her face and neck disappeared. Monica shuddered and her voice cracked. Her wails had given way to soft sobbing. Morgan’s hands reached up from beneath her and he gently withdrew. “Ssssh, my sweet, ssssh.” She felt herself being lowered to the floor where Morgan was waiting to hold her. Her bonds loosened as Morgan wrapped her in a blanket and cradled her in his arms. Two sets of feet quietly left the room closing the door behind them.
Morgan’s hand stroked her tear streaked face and gently lifted her blind fold. “Don’t open your eyes just yet, sweetheart. Give yourself some time to come down.”
Monica just nodded, and burrowed her face into Morgan’s shoulder.
All rights reserved. Copyright May 2010.
Hands
I can feel my heart beating faster as you press the butt plug against my tight ass. I can't see you, but I imagine you are smiling. My ass is in the air, breasts are pressed against the sheet, my face just behind my wrists. My attention is focused on my hands. You tell me not to move. I stare at my hands and will myself still.
My hands are large, but stong and elegant, or so you tell me. The back of my left hand has a scar thanks to an accident with a wood chisel in childhood. My right hand's scars are thanks to the lid of a cat food can. The last joint on the index finger of my right hand never quite straightens anymore due to that mishap. You've never commented on these obvious flaws.
The first time you complimented my hands, I was knitting. You told me you were taken with their graceful yet efficient movement, as if they were dancing as they worked. Each time I lay my hands on you to administer healing, you close your eyes and smile. I love it that you love my touch!
You like my nails. I don't wear polish but have been blessed with strong natural nails that when left alone, grow long and strong. Great for gentle scratching and teasing, as you like to remind me. Sometimes, you like to watch me run my nails along my bare mound and across my nipples. Sometimes you tell me to run my nails across your skin...
I smile at the memories and suddenly gasp as the butt plug plunges into my ass. I moan and push my hips back towards your hand, my fingers curling, nails digging into the sheet beneath us. You slap my left cheek, "Stay still and breathe deeply."
I inhale and then slowly exhale, releasing the sheets. "Again," you say. I inhale and exhale again.
"Resume your position and show me your breasts."
Muscles clutching the butt plug, I sit back on my heels, knees spread, breasts pushed up, hands resting on my thighs, palms up. You walk around in front of me.
"Let me see you pinch your nipples with those lovely white nails. Yes, yes. Harder. Pull the nipples with just the nails, not your fingertips. That's my girl....yes, that's my girl. Now open your sweet mouth. I have something for you..."
All rights reserved. Copyright May 2010.
