A Sensual Bond

A Sensual Bond
by biggbear8 ©

The room is warm, almost too hot. I am slightly damp from perspiration, and the occasional breeze makes me shiver.

The room is filled with a soft, diffused light, sunlight slipping through heavy lace curtains, giving the place an antique feel. The air filled with smells of potpourri, mingled with red wine and musk.

My eyes wander lazily along the ceiling, until they reach the far wall, where a full-length mirror stands across from the foot of the bed, tilted slightly downward in its heavy carved oak frame. The image staring back at me from the mirror attracts my attention; an antique brass four-poster bed, and on it a exquisite woman, naked, her arms stretched and bound tautly over her head, her wonderful long legs reaching out toward the posts at the foot of the bed, one foot tied to each corner.

That's me, with my wrists bound together by that long green band of silk. That's me, chest rising and falling quicker than usual below tight, shiny skin. That's me, lying there on the new beautiful bed we shopped for so long, and bought just for this purpose. That's me...finally. I've waited so long for this moment

Enraptured as I am in the wondrous image of myself, Slade's voice startles me. "You certainly are a beautiful sight, my love." I turn all my attention to him, as he stands by the side of the bed, a glass of wine in his hand, smiling warmly down at me.

"Slade, kiss me..." I start to say, but he presses a finger to my soft lips and leans over whispering softly into my ear.

"Shhhh, Not a sound."

He kisses me anyway, lightly, gently, on my lips. He takes a sip of the wine he has in his hand, then dips his finger into the glass. With his wet finger, he traces my lips, then bends over and licks the wine from my lips. His feather-light touch sends tingles and shiver throughout my body.

He continues with the wine, dipping his finger in then drawing his finger from behind my ear to the hollow of my throat, then slowly lightly trailing with his tongue. He now starts to trace a line down between my breasts; the evaporating alcohol is cold for a moment, but his tongue is warm, soft, and wet.

"Mmmmmmm...," I was unaware that I had actually made a sound.

Slade sternly warns me again, "Silence..." And so I am silent, eager to please my lover and to make this moment perfect for both of us.

A drop of wine on the left nipple makes it harden instantly, before he licks it off with a mere brush of his tongue. And then he does the same to the right nipple. His light, fleeting touch has awakened my sensitive nipples, and they cry out for more. I arch my back toward his mouth, but he has already moved on to other places.

A drop of wine on the soft underside of my arm. A shivering tickling lick along my navel. A wet trail along the crease where my thigh meets my body. Each touch a brief spark that awakens and arouses a new part of my body, just enough to tease but not enough to satisfy.

He licks a trail of red wine off my inner thigh, and I can't contain my gasp. My whole body feels alive, aching for his touch. I want him to lick up, up, to move his tongue between my legs, but he's gone again. Always teasing me now he's standing next to the bed, watching my flushed body on the bed.

I look up at him, pleading with my eyes, "Slade, Slade, touch me..."

"How can I resist those eyes?" he asks, with mock smugness."You don't really want me to finish yet, do you?"

My body screams yes, but at the same time I savor the delicious anticipation, and I know the answer. The question is rhetorical. Slade goes to the dresser by the bed, and returns with another broad band of soft light green silk, like the ones that bind my wrists and ankles. This one he drapes across my eyes, then lifts my head and ties it expertly in place.

The removal of vision heightens my other senses. I become aware of the sound of cars in the distance, and the wind rustling in the trees outside the window. I become aware of the smell of Slade and the smell of me. I smile and relax, delighting in hypersensitivity of my body and the feeling of anticipation. OOhhhhhh god the anticipation!

I am not disappointed. Slade starts touching me again, returning to the top of my body. He strokes my face with his fingers, and his touch is firmer now, more demanding, more satisfying. He holds my hair, grasping it. Holding my head firmly, he kisses me on the lips, deeply this time; no more fleeting touches, this time his kiss is filled with passion, and I meet it with my own.

He breaks the kiss off far to soon, and leaves me gasping for air. Now he is rubbing my body with smooth, firm strokes. He rubs my shoulders, my arms, my sides, my belly. He starts rubbing my breasts, and this time when I arch toward him, he doesn't pull away. Instead, he holds them firmly, kneading them. He grasps my nipples between his fingers, first lightly, but with increasing pressure. A moan escapes my parted lips, but Slade doesn't seem to mind; instead of a warning, he pinches my nipples firmly and tugs them...I am suddenly dizzy from the sensations.

Forgetting my situation, I try reach up to wrap my arms around him, but the strip of silk holds my hands tightly to the bar between the posts at the head of the bed. Straining against the bonds accentuates my frustration and longing, and I moan again.

Slade continues pulling on my nipples, till they reach a point just short of pain, and my back is arched as far up as it will go. Once again, he breaks his hold too quickly, but before I have a chance to feel disappointed, he replaces his fingers with his mouth on my left nipple, sucking it in, pressing it between his tongue and teeth, rolling it around with his tongue.

My breath is quick and ragged now, as I strain towards him. He grabs both breasts in his hands, and shifts his mouth to the other nipple. Oooooh, it feel so good! And then he stops quickly...

He pauses, just long enough for the frustration to register on my face, and then he resumes his broad hand strokes on my tummy, and sliding down slowly to my thighs. He slides his hands down the outside of my legs, to my feet. He rubs each foot with his palms, with just enough firmness to avoid tickling me. He rubs each toe with his thumb and draws his fingers along my instep. Then he runs his hands back up my legs, on the inside this time. His broad, smooth hands stop teasingly inches before where my thighs meet.

No, don't stop, Slade...keep going...up, up, please. But I don't have to say anything. He knows how badly I want him to touch me there, but instead he massages my thighs. Each stroke brings him a hairbreadth closer to my pouting wet lips. I strain against the bands on my ankles, but they hold my legs apart, making me feel exposed and anticipating his touch.

He strokes gently the line where my outer labia meet my thighs. The touch is light and tantalizing. He leans forward, and I can feel his warm breath against my clit, stirring the wispy hair there. He blows against me, and the coolness against the moisture there makes me jump. I arch toward him, but he still doesn't touch me inside; he just keeps maddeningly stroking my outer lips. Ohhhhhhh god the teasing is maddening!

He stops. Just as I am about to start begging him to touch me, he brushes lightly against my exposed clit with another one of his quick, fleeting touches. The touch is an electric shock through my body. It is gone in an instant, but every muscle in my body tenses in that instant, straining for his touch. After a moment, my breath returns and my muscles start to relax, and he touches again, softly briefly, sending new waves of pleasure through my taut body.

"Oh god, how much more of this teasing can I stand?"

"Please, please, keep going, don't stop, Oh god, don't stop..."

He stops and again I start to relax, and this time I feel his tongue, pushing its way between my folds. Carefully avoiding my clit, he licks around the foreskin. He gently sucks my labia into his mouth, rubbing his tongue along the underside, then the other. Then around the clit again. Then a quick flick of his tongue across the tip. I gasp, realizing that I have been holding my breath. Again, the same electricity courses through my body, and again another longer sensuous moan.

After some more teasing, Slade licks my clit again, this time firmly. He draws his tongue in circles around the head, and then sucks it into his mouth, pressing it between his teeth and tongue. Yes, ohhhhhhhh yes! Holding my clit between his lips, he flicks it with increasing tempo with his tongue. Then he sucks again, and for a timeless moment I am held on the brink, as a washing, tingling, orgasmic sensation starts to spread from between my legs up my back.

He stops. The tingling recedes. "No, no, please don't stop!"

He lightly pinches my thighs, and I realize that this time I've actually spoken. I continue to plead with him, "Slade, Slade, don't hold me here, touch me, god please touch me..." I can't see his face with my make shift blindfold on, but I know he is smiling. That's what he was waiting for.

With that, he slips a finger inside me, and I start thrusting eagerly against his hand. His thumb rubs my clit, lightly but with increasing pressure, as the rate of my thrusts increases. He slips another finger in, and starts his own thrusting, faster and faster, pressing against my clit, rubbing it, teasing it. I feel the tingling sensation starting again.

"Please, Slade, let it happen..." and he keeps thrusting.

Suddenly my whole body is awash with pleasure. I see a white light behind my eyelids, and every muscle in my body spasms. My legs strain against the soft restraints but I have no awareness of being tied down. For a brief, timeless moment I am floating, my entire being centered around Slade's thrusting hand.

And before I land, before my convulsions subside, Slade is on me, and in me. He thrusts with such ferocity, such passion, that he keeps me floating. Unbelievably, the pleasure intensifies. The entire world consists of me and Slade, pounding, thrusting, crying out in pleasure, floating. I think I scream, but I'm not sure. The aching, insistent passions lasts forever, and I hear Slade's own growling gasps as he joins me on my exquisite plane of pleasure.

"Yes, Slade, Slade, I love you!" I scream out!

Slowly the pleasure subsides, the convulsions become less intense and further apart. My body relaxes and I become aware of Slade's weight lying heavily on top of me, of the ties that still bind my wrists and ankles. Without getting off me, Slade slips the blindfold off over my head. As I knew it would be, his own faced is flushed, his hair in disarray. Still staying in me, he reaches up and unties the strip of cloth that holds my wrists together, and I bring them down and wrap my arms tightly around him.

For a longest time we stay that way, my lover's weight against my body, my arms holding him close. For a long time we lay in our beautiful new brass bed, recovering from its first use. Hopefully the first of many...

A Night To Remember

A Night To Remember
by Oasis690 ©

"Guys hit on me all the time, what makes you different?"

"I'm not hitting on you, that's what makes me different."

The incredibly hot blonde stood staring at me, not sure what to say. I had just told her that her boyfriend was a loser and she could do much better. She must have been expecting me to follow it up with suggesting that I would treat her better, but the truth was, I was too busy for a girlfriend. I had returned to college after several years working, and between school, studying, and work, I was stretched to the limits. Unfortunately, seeing all of these 18-22 year-old hot babes kept my cock stretched to the limits as well. I couldn't help but flirt with some of them as they came through the small restaurant I worked at on campus.

But this girl was different. Not only was she by far the most beautiful girl on campus, but she had this presence about her, an elegance that I could not describe because I had never experienced it before.

"So what's the deal," I asked, "you're so beautiful that most guys are too scared to ask you out?" I have become more bold as I have gotten older. I was too shy to say something like that to a beautiful girl while I was in high school.

She looked at me questioningly for a moment. I saw a hint of interest from her for the first time. "It has been a lot like that."

I interrupted her, "But let me ask this, does the fact that you are so beautiful go to your head?"

"You ask a lot of questions! I don't know, I try to just be me, but sometimes I get lonely and only guys like Steve ask me out. What's a girl to do?" She was being honest. I had only seen her come through the restaurant a few times, and we didn't even know each other's names, but she was always very nice, something you don't always see in beautiful women. I also suspected she came from a wealthy family, and because I came from a working class family it had always been easy to detect any attitude rich people have. She had it, but she seemed honest and sincere. And damn was she beautiful! I could stare into her blue eyes forever. But I wanted more than that. My mind kept telling me that I couldn't fit a girlfriend into my schedule, but my crotch was telling me something else.

"Guys my age bore me, to tell the truth. All they want is sex, and they aren't even very good at it."

My mind instantly created countless images in my head.

"Older guys are more mature." Somehow I added, "and more experienced."

"You know your way around a woman's body, I suppose?" She smiled. I didn't know if she was serious or just teasing. But I kept my cool.

"Yes, I'm very familiar with how to please a woman."

"This is supposed to be the point when you say 'can I show you?'."

"I don't have to say something tacky like that. The offer is on the table, if you are interested let me know."

I found out her name was Denise, and we talked for a few more minutes, then she left.

I only work a few days a week, and Denise doesn't come in everyday, so it was a while before I saw her again.

I said hello and tried not to seem eager.

"Still seeing Steve?" I asked.

"Not really."

"What does that mean?"

"I told him I didn't want to see him anymore."

"Oh, do you have anyone new in your life?" I wasn't sure what I would hear. She was definitely flirting with me, but she wouldn't come out and admit she was interested. If I really wanted her I would have to make the move.

"I'm not sure, there is this one guy I seem to keep thinking about."

I was in. "It wouldn't happen to be me, would it?" I flashed my most charming smile.

"Maybe."

"Do you want to get some coffee, or something when I get off work?" I asked.

"That sounds nice."

We spent an hour that night talking over coffee at a nearby all-night cafe.

I learned that she wasn't really rich. Her parents were well-off, but her dad had taken a bath when internet stocks crashed. I started to see more of her personality that night - and I was hooked. She loved animals, had a dog, rode horses, and she loves baseball. Not bad, I thought. All-American beauty loves baseball.

I told her a little about myself, that I had worked for a few years before returning to college. We laughed together at my stories of the crazy people I used to worked for. She seemed interested in everything I had to say, unlike a lot of dates I have been on.

I could really fall for this girl.

I asked her out again, this time a formal date, or as formal as dates get in college: bowling.

When the night came I picked her up at her sorority house. She made a point of showing me off to all of the girls, which I found particularly fun.

Bowling was a great choice. It gave me a chance to get a good look at Denise's ass. She was wearing tight jeans, and her ass was tight, firm, an amazing! She also had on a t-shirt, but it wasn't too large to tell that she had a really nice set of tits. I have been with women with huge breasts, and some with tiny breasts, and I actually prefer them in between. Denise's were just right, from what I could tell.

After bowling we ended up back at my apartment. She had made some excuse about needing to use a bathroom, and my place was close by. I was checking my answering machine when she returned from the bathroom and, standing behind me, started running her hands over my legs, my ass, and reached around and rubbed my crotch. I was wearing jeans that were a little tight to start with, and they were suddenly getting much too tight!

I turned around, and for the first time we kissed. The first couple of kisses were soft and sensual, and I could tell she was a very good kisser. Then we opened our mouths, and her tongue shot into mine, exploring my tongue. I returned the favor, and we started feeling each other's bodies through our clothes.

I picked her up and carried her to my bed, setting her down on the edge. I leaned down and removed her sandals, exposing her bare feet. I have always found women's feet sexy, and hers were beautiful. I gently kissed one foot, then the other. She squirmed a little on the bed. I stood up and gave her a wet kiss, then leaned over and helped pull her t-shirt out of her jeans and pull it over her head. She had a pale blue silk bra on from Victoria's Secret that really highlighted her breasts. It was so sexy it should be illegal. My cock was ready to burst.

I deliberately took my time and kissed her neck, pushing her hair away from her ear, and kissed and licked her ear lobe. She was getting extremely hot as I could easily tell from her moaning and body language. I don't think any of the college age boys ever took their time with someone like this, they just jumped right into fucking. And that is a damn shame. Her body was begging to be kissed, licked, tasted, and explored. If my cock would oblige, I wanted to spend hours on her body with my mouth.

I went back to her neck, and started down her chest. I lightly brushed her breasts with my face, then kissed below her breasts on her upper stomach, teasing her. I touched her sides, and felt how warm her skin was. I moved my hands to her breasts, teasing her for a moment by lightly brushing them, and then I cupped them in my hands and gently squeezed. "Uhh.." she moaned softly. This girl was amazing. I resisted the urge to tear off her jeans and just start fucking. I wanted this to be the most sensual experience of our lives, and I knew the fucking would be extra hot when we got around to it.

As I kissed her breasts, over, around, and through the pale blue bra, I slipped the bra clasp open with one hand and slowly moved the straps over her shoulders. She quickly moved her arms to remove it, not wanting anything between my lips and her hard nipples. I kissed her areola, one at a time. I licked her areola, intentionally staying away from her nipples, which were very hard. Then I took one nipple in my mouth, and squeezed her breasts up and into my face while I sucked. Denise arched her back and let out a long, moaning cry.

I licked and kissed her nipples and breasts for a few minutes more, then started moving down her flat stomach. She was in incredible shape. Her stomach was tanned, firm, and I could see muscles, but she wasn't overly developed like some female body builders can be. I paused at her belly button, partially because she had laid down, and because she had it pierced. I licked her belly button, and gently took the ring in my mouth and pulled softly. "Uhhh..." she softly cried. I flicked my tongue in her belly button and continued down...lower...lower.

I unbuttoned her jeans and slowly unzipped them. Then I pulled on her hips and slid the jeans off. She helped by picking one leg up at a time, and as I slid the jeans off I saw that she had a pair of matching pale blue silk thongs on, and that her legs were awesome. They were perfect, shaved, toned, and tanned. She laid back on the bed, and I stood on the side of the bed, leaning over, kissing her legs.

I started at her feet, slowly kissing and licking my way up. I paused behind her knees on each leg, and I softly rubbed her legs as I went.

As I kissed her legs, I looked at this amazingly beautiful creature laying on my bed. Her eyes were closed, and she was enjoying my kisses. She was only wearing the panties now, and her firm tits were exposed. My cock was harder than ever before in my life. I felt like I could cut diamonds with it! I tried to slowly move up her legs, but I so desperately wanted to taste her.

I finally got to her panties. Since they were high thongs, they exposed her hips nicely. I noticed she didn't have any tan lines, not on her breasts and not even from bikini bottoms. I would have to question that later.

I kissed her hips, and slid my fingers under the thong material, quickly pulling it down halfway. I was teasing her. She thought I was going to rip the panties off of her, but I wanted to take a moment and lick her through the thongs. The suspense of what lies underneath is part of the excitement. I kissed her thighs, and she opened her legs to give me better access. I brushed my face against her pussy, which was bulging through her thong. I could feel an intense heat coming through her thong, and I thought about how fantastic it would feel to have my hard dick inside that hot, wet pussy.

I finally couldn't take it anymore, and I pulled her thong off, lifting her legs one at a time, and sliding it over her feet. I stared in amazement. She had the most incredible blonde pussy that I had ever seen in my life! It was shaven, with a small amount of golden pubic hair left on top. The lips were not red, not purple, but a soft pink. There should be monuments built to honor this pussy! It was the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.

I leaned down, brushed my face against her warmth, licked her thighs once more, and finally put my tongue on her hot cunt. An electric spark must have gone through her body, because she almost jumped off the bed. I slide my hands under her thighs, so I could open her legs and hold them up. I kissed her bare pussy, rubbing my face against it, and then I stuck my tongue past her lips and into her. I immediately was greeted by a flood of wet juices. I sucked them down, licking every corner of her pussy I could reach. She was moaning and moving on the bed. She could barely kept still. I licked my lips clean, and leaned down to her exposed clit. I softly licked it once. Again, the electric spark rang through her body and she almost jumped off the bed. I leaned forward and breathed hot air on her now wet clit, teasing her. Then I leaned in and took the clit in my mouth, sucking on it, and running my tongue over it in my best imitation of a vibrator.

She moaned, pressed her body against my face, and arched her back.

"Oh, Yes!"

"Yes!"

"Ye...." The third yes was cut short by a groaning noise that must have started from deep inside her. I didn't think she could do it, but her back arched even more, and she started bucking her clit against my purring tongue.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.....Fuck!Fuck!Fuck! Yeah, oh, that's so hot, that's so..fuck! I'm cumming again!!" Up she went, back arched, and now she started bouncing up and down on the bed. I tried to keep my mouth on her pussy and my tongue on her clit, which was so swollen. I caught a quick glimpse that she was squeezing her tits and one hand was pinching a nipple. I have never seen a woman so turned on before. I thought she was going to explode, and the fact that I had caused this with my mouth was such a turn on.

I slowed down my purring on her clit, afraid I was going to kill her. She slowly settled back on the bed, but her lower back was still slightly arched. I kept my mouth on her clit, licking it slowly, not wanting to move away. The last few electric sparks rippled through her body as she spasmed.

Slowly she calmed down. I reluctantly took my mouth off of her. My mouth and lips were covered in her juices, which I did my best to clean up with my greedy tongue.

I moved up to lie next to her. I wondered if she had enough left to do some fucking, as my cock was going into hyperdrive.

I looked at her, laying on the bed. Her eyes were still closed for a moment. She looked like an angel, she was so peaceful and beautiful. When she opened her eyes, she looked at me and smiled.

"That was the most incredible thing I have ever experienced! Thank you!" She breathed fast, as if she was still getting over it.

"It's not over yet, honey, my friend is in need of attention." I motioned down at my pants.

"Oh, yeah...I almost forgot about you!" she said, and she shoved me on my back and practically tore my t-shirt off. Then she reached down and pulled my shoes and socks off, undid my belt buckle, unsnapped my pants, and started yanking them down.

"Wait! You forgot the zipper." I said. This beautiful, naked woman was practically raping me, she wanted my cock so badly!

She undid the zipper and pulled my jeans off. When she got to my boxer briefs she didn't waste any time. There was no foreplay, she pulled them off me and my hard cock slapped against my stomach. She leaned down, held my stiff cock up straight with one hand and began to lick it.

"Ohhh.." She moaned.

"Ohhh.." I moaned.

She took my cock in her mouth, licking up and down with her tongue as she slid her mouth over it repeatedly. She paused, and then opened her throat and took all of my cock in her mouth. I almost fainted! I had never had a woman do that before, and this beautiful rich girl was the last person I would ever expect to do that! She held her mouth on my cock, then slid it off.

"Where did you learn to do that?" I asked.

"Lots of practice," she grinned, as she looked in my eyes and took me in her mouth again.

She kept her blue eyes locked on mine as she sucked my cock, up and down, up and down, eyes locked on mine. I was entranced. Then she closed her eyes and started to moan as she sucked my cock. I have always thought the ultimate turn on is a woman who moans with pleasure as she sucks a hard cock. You can tell she definitely loves doing it, and Denise was on fire.

"If you keep doing that I am going to cum," I warned.

"That's the idea," she said, removing my stiff rod from her mouth long enough to talk. Her mouth was so hot and wet, and her tongue was playing its own game as she slid up and down my pole.

I felt a familiar tightening in my balls. "Uhh..." was all I could get out. My entire body stiffened, and I began to spurt gobs of hot cum in her mouth. She began moaning louder as I was cumming in her mouth. She kept sliding up and down my cock, with some of my cum getting past her lips as she did this, running back down my shaft. As she moved her mouth up and down, her lips were picking up the cum on my cock, and now she had a load of gooey cum dripping off her lips. I started to shudder, as only my best orgasms can make me do. Now it was my turn to buck up and down, and she held my cock in one hand and did an expert job of keeping her mouth on it, draining all of the cum I could muster.

As I slowly laid back down, she stroked my cock to get the last drops of cum. She took my cock out of her mouth, and looked at me as she stroked me. My body was still spasming, but it was getting under control. As a drop of cum would appear on the head of my engorged cock, she would lick it away.

I collapsed on the bed, literally drained.

She moved up next to me, smiling. "Good?" she jokingly asked.

I didn't need to answer. I just looked at her.

"If you don't mind, I want your hard cock to fuck me now." She was straight to the point.

My cock wasn't going soft, but to give it a breather, I decided to lick her pussy for a few minutes. She was wet again, and I let my tongue sneak down and lick her asshole a few times. She moaned when I did it, and I made a mental note that maybe the next time...

I opened her legs wide, and leaned up, moving my body forward and between the opening. She looked up at me.

"Fuck me."

I took my hard cock in my right hand, and guided it to her pussy. I slowly pushed forward, getting the head in. I paused, and waited for her to beg me to go on. When she did, I pushed in further, then all the way. I withdrew completely and did it again, this time not pulling out. After a couple of strokes my cock was lubricated with her juices, and it moved freely. She was so warm. I leaned over her, bracing myself on top of her. She wrapped her legs around my ass and I began to pump into her. She was moaning, or more grunting this time, and she put her hands on my ass, moving them back and forth with each thrust. Forward...back...forward...back. I was in heaven. I looked down and saw her firm tits shaking back and forth with each stroke. Her eyes were closed in enjoyment. Her grunting got louder, and we were both close to cumming.

I leaned ever closer to her and gently rubbed my lips against hers, over hers. I moved my head to the side and kissed her neck, ran my tongue up to her ear, licking it.

"I want you to cum for me," I whispered in her ear.

"Oh, yes!" She breathed out.

I moved back to her lips, and this time as I brushed her mouth she opened her lips and hungrily attacked my tongue. That was enough. She moaned, "Yes!...Uhhh!...I'm cumming!"

Just as she started to tighten up, I went off, blasting load after load of my hot cum deep inside her tight, hot, wet pussy. We bucked like wild broncos, trying to throw the other off, but we held on for dear life.

The moment started to fade, and as we were breathing heavy, we fell into one another's arms, physically and emotionally spent.