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Image 61
by Suki
They lay on the beach, cuddled together, digging their feet into the
sand. The night was dark and moonless, and the mist from the clouds
sifted
by, dampening their faces and hair. Down the beach, over the sounds of
the roaring waves, they could hear the faint echoes of someone else’s
beach
party. But the night hid them from sight.
Cuddled together, they whispered to each other, gently holding hands
in the dark.
Image 62
by Suki
Laughing, he wrestled her down to the sand, pinning her wrists with
one hand.
"Do you yield?" he demanded, smiling broadly as only someone with the
upper hand smiles.
"Never!" She cried, struggling against him. She wiggled, trying to
dislodge
him from on top of her.
"OK...." he said, and began to tickle her with his free hand. She
shrieked
with laughter, bucking her hips so hard she almost threw him off.
Almost.
"Mercy! Mercy!" she screamed in between shrieks of laughter.
Immediately,
he stopped, and let go of her wrists. Smiling, she pulled his head
toward
hers, bringing him closer for a kiss.
Image 63
by Suki
She lays comfortable on the wide shelf of the window sill, soaking
up a sun bath through the window. She is naked, stretched out, her arms
folded under her head, her bottom sticking up into the sun. Through
comfortably half-closed eyes she watches him.
Feeling her stare, he looks up from his textbook. She wiggles her
bottom at him, invitingly.
"Oh jeez, lover" he complains, "I'm never going to get my studying done
for
the test at this rate. You're too distracting."
"Oh well," she giggles at him, turning on her side to give him a better
view of her whole body. "You'll just have to not get distracted so
easily."
With that, she rolled back over on her stomach, settling herself in the
sun.
He turned to his textbook, muttering under his breath.
"What was that?" She queried, trying to raise one eyebrow, while still
holding
her best innocent look.
"Just you wait, until I'm through. Then we'll see who gets distracted."
he
answered. She smiled.
Image 64
by Suki
A game had been proposed. But there was a problem. The odds were
favored on one side, giving one of the game players an advantage. This
of
course, needed to be rectified, so she suggested this:
The game was simple, two pairs made up of a man and a woman each.
Which woman could bring the man to orgasm fastest, hopefully keeping
quality in mind.
The advantage was, one of the women was more familiar with the
two men, than the other. Specifically, with one of them. As a way to
balance some of the odds, she had suggested switching, but it was still
uneven.
The suggested solution, to take away the advantage. Both men
couldn't possibly have the exact same turn ons, so if you take away the
senses needed to determine which is which, it becomes more even.
The women would have to be blindfolded, of course, to take away
the sense of sight. Then their hands could be tied behind their back
to limit determination of the man by feel. Scent would be the next
thing
to get rid of....perhaps a shower, or easier would be to rub themselves
with a bit of orange or lemon peel to mask their scents. Finally, the
men
would have to be quiet, least their voices should give them away.
This would even the odds a bit....
Image 65
by Suki
Your old room, remembering what it looked like makes me smile. Junk
covering every surface, piles of clothing around the floor, a direct
path
to the bed, drawers half open...so comfortable, so secure. We worked
out
so much in that room.
In my mind's eye I see that room, and I see us on the bed. It is
dark. The lights of traffic and nearby residence shine through the
window
over your bed.
It is so familiar, snuggling against you. Your body curled
around mine, feeling your heat from by back. It feels like yesterday.
*Sigh* How long has it been? How many fights? Now I look back and
see this, see you smiling at me. It makes me smile, a tiny sad-eyed
smile knowing time cannot go backwards.
This image is a gift to a very good friend of mine. We have been
talking over email for some time about mutual insecurities. One of the
ones that we have come up with is that both of us are giving people, but
have a hard time accepting it when others try to do things for us.
As you all probably know by now, I am a bottom, almost entirely.
Something in our last mail however, sparked a part of me that wanted to
top.
Image 66
by Suki
How far would you trust me? You have shared so much before. Would
you let me give to you? Let your pleasure be a gift to me, instead of
the
other way around? I would like to pleasure you, if you would let me.
With your permission, I would tie you down, facing up spread out on
your bed. Your arms and legs secured, your head comfortably resting on
a
pillow. Then I would turn out the lights, and light a couple of
candles.
It would not be completely dark, because I want you to see me. For now.
Slowly, I would remove my clothing, letting it drop in a pile around
me. I can picture you silently watching from the bed. When the last
piece
of clothing was removed, I would stroke myself, for my pleasure and
yours.
But I would not touch you....yet. Moving around the bed, still out of
your
reach, I would use your tie to blindfold you. Remember? You said you
were
beginning to like ties, because of good thoughts attached. By the time
I
am done I hope you will love ties. :)
You are tense. I can see the muscles twitching in your body. Your
arms and legs strain against the binds. You could stop this with a
word,
yet you grit your teeth to keep your silence. You cannot see me now,
and it
worries you. You turn your head in the direction where I last was, but
I
am not there any more. I am standing over you, on the left side of the
bed.
I reach my finger out, and press it to your lips. You kiss it,
how sweet. You cannot see me smile. Lightly, I run my fingers over
your
collar bone, and around your neck, ruffling the back of your hair. Your
head tilts back, and I can see you shiver. I continue my exploration
with
my fingertips running lightly over your chest, and down your stomach.
Quickly, you suck in your breath, attempting not to laugh. The
temptation
is too great, and I run my nails over your ribs. Just once to hear you
laugh, then I continue my explorations. My hands move over your thighs
and down your legs, and then back up around to your chest.
Deliberately,
I am missing the most sensitive areas. There is no hurry, I have a
night.
This night is my gift. To you. For you. And tied down, restrained
as you are, you have no choice but to accept it. Please lie back and
enjoy.
Image 67
by Suki
The building was cold and dark, with patches of light where windows
opened into hallways. If was being remodeled, this building, in
preparation
for the new owners. Walls were being torn out and replaced, and
circuits
rewired. Everywhere, there was plaster pieces on the floor.
It looked like the perfect set up for an ASB party.
Why? Because everywhere that walls had been torn out there were
mettle runners from floor to ceiling. They were about 3 feet apart, and
firmly anchored. Each one had holes about 3" wide spaced about 12"
apart
all along each beam.
Also lying conveniently around the floor was electrical tape, metal
rings, ripped out phone cord, rubber covered wires, and heavy rope. A
careful person could have fun and be creative at the same time.
To top it off, placed up against the walls were all of the soft
padded pseudo-walls for cubicles. Some of them were already standing,
supporting desks or shelves. Others were laying on the floor, giving
off
the appearance of padded tables.
There were 7 people on the tour of this building. I'm almost
positive that I am the only one who was thinking this way when we looked
around.
<;-}
Image 68
by Suki
*RING* *RING* *RING*
*Click* "Hello, you've reached my answering machine, I'm not home right
now, but if you'll leave me a message I'll call you back."
*Click* BEEP!
"Hello yourself. I was hoping to catch you at home, but I guess
I will have to settle for talking to your machine. *sigh*"
"I've been thinking about you a lot, you know. Right now I am
laying on my bed, and yes, I'm naked. Remember, you asked me to tell
you
which collar I am wearing? Well, you don't know this one...it's new.
It is black leather, with neat gold rings. I know you'd like it. OK,
so
I'm not completely naked. I'm wearing the collar; does that count?"
"*Sigh* Oh well, since you are not home, I guess I will just have
to carry on by myself. Heh, you can use your imagination.... Talk
to you later, Lover, bye...."
"Oh, and Lover? You know that toybox? Mmmmmmmmm....it's next
to me now. "
Image 69
by Suki
"For the next two hours you will do anything I say." he stated, firmly.
She nodded.
"Say it!" he ordered.
"For the next two hours I will do anything you say...Sir." she answered
softly.
"Why?" he demanded.
"Because you have ordered me to Sir" she replied.
"Wrong! Try again. And I will not forget this for later." he returned.
She hesitated. "Because I enjoy it...." her voice trailed off, unsure
of what he was looking for.
"And?"
"Because you enjoy it Sir." she finished.
"Correct! Now who gets more pleasure from it?"
This one she knew, and instantly replied "Both of us Sir!"
"Good. Very good, my Dear." was his only comment.
Image 70
by Suki
It was a lazy day. You know, one of those weekend days that's
warm and sunny and all you want to do is lay around and vegetate. About
75 degrees. Tourists and jammed the beaches as usual, and the locals
either stayed around the house or went to beaches out of the way.
Late afternoon. The neighborhood was noisy, barking dogs, playing
children, faint music sifted through the open windows. It seemed like
you
could hear everyone, or at least every neighbor. People opened windows,
as
the afternoon brought a faint breeze that helped air out the house.
A child appeared on the balcony dragging her pet cat under one
arm, clutching something tightly in her fist. The cat let out a loud
*MEORW* and squirmed free. With an indignant look it jumped up onto the
ledge of the balcony, glared, and than began cleaning the human smell
from it's coat. Carefully, the child opened her hand, displaying a
small
vial of bubble-blowing fluid. She placed it on the ledge, and then
leaned
over to see how far it was to the ground. Two stories.
The bubbles blew gently over the balcony and into the wind, some
drifting slowly to the ground, other sweeping off into the breeze until
they
vanished into the setting sun. Delighted, the child watched them float
away, wishing she could follow them dance so freely across the sky.
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