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Of Fights and Fantasy
by Summer's Rose
SummersRose@aol.com
With a sigh of contentment, I step from the relaxing warmth of the bath water
and begin to slowly towel the dampness from my skin as I walk toward the
bedroom. It has been an unbearably long week with you away on business and
all I can think of is the pleasure of showing you how much I missed you.
I spy the shirt and tie you discarded as soon as you got home lying forlornly
on the bed and I smile to myself as I let the towel fall to the floor and
quickly don your shirt.
Hugging the shirt to me, I close my eyes and inhale your scent, feeling you
close and loving the sensation of having your clothes against my naked skin.
Rolling the long sleeves up to my elbows, I walk over to the dresser and take
out a pair of black satin thong panties, knowing they are your favorite. As
I step into them and pull them up over my hips, I turn to look in the mirror,
adjusting the thong to trail seductively along the crack of my ass.
Satisfied you will like what you see, I grin impishly at my reflection in the
mirror and decide to button only the middle button on the shirt. I can
already feel the wetness beginning between my legs as I wander out into the
living room in search of you.
Walking into the living room, I see you at the kitchen table, eyes focused
intently on the screen of your laptop computer as you input information you
collected while on your trip. I pause silently behind you, my hand reaching
up to undo the single button I fastened on my shirt and I let it fall open as
I quietly walk past you and around to the opposite side of the table.
I stand across from you, placing my hands on my hips to pull the shirt open,
my penetrating stare willing you to look up at me. I am rewarded an instant
later when in a moment of distraction you realize I have entered the room and
your eyes travel from the computer screen to my semi-naked form and I hear
you suck in your breath with a soft hiss.
With a small tilt of my head, I hold your gaze, raising my eyebrows
suggestively and a hint of a smile plays about my lips as I ask without
words if you are interested.
You respond with a muffled groan and a chuckle as you raise your hands to rub
your fingertips over your tired eyes and I move around the table to stand
next to you, thrilling to the feel of your arm snaking under the shirt and
around my waist, your fingers trailing teasingly over the crack of my ass as
you pull me closer to you.
Your lips plant soft, warm kisses along the edge of my panties and I cannot
believe how incredibly wet the simple action makes me. My whole body is
aching for you and I struggle to hide my disappointment as you look up into
my face and shake your head with a rueful grin.
"I'm sorry, kitten," you murmur apologetically. "As absolutely tempting as
you are, I have to get this work done first. It's got to be turned in first
thing tomorrow morning. Maybe in a little while."
I feel my lower lip protrude in a pout and my words sound almost whiny to my
ears as I plead with you.
"But I've missed you so much; this week has been horrible without you! Can't
you do that later?"
I am amazed at the petulance I hear in my voice - it is so unlike me, and
yet I can't seem to stop myself. I have always understood and accepted the
importance of your work and the reality of it often dictates long hours,
but tonight I only know how much I want you and I feel myself becoming
increasingly irritated as you shake your head again.
"I can't, Baby," you answer softly, the look on your face one of surprise at
my persistence in having my own way. "I'm not sure how long this will take
and I have to have it ready by tomorrow. I'm sorry!"
"Michael!"
The word is spoken on an exasperated sigh and as our eyes lock in
confrontation, for an instant it feels like a battle of wills - a feeling
strange and out of character for both of us.
I silently berate myself for making such a big deal out of something that
has never been an issue between us before. As you attempt a faltering
smile and another apology in the face of my immature behavior, I am
mortified to see myself reach over and switch off your computer,
straightening back up to stand with my arms folded tightly against my
chest, my chin tilted in defiance.
As the reality of what I have just done begins to set in, my heart begins
to pound loudly in my chest and I watch you look silently from the now
blank computer screen to my defiant stance and back again. I hold my
breath, waiting for you to explode, knowing I have probably lost for you
much of the information you had painstakingly put in.
I can see your hands clenching and opening as your jaw tightens then
releases and I know you are struggling to hold your temper. I silently
thank the gods-that-be that you are not quick to anger and when you turn
your gaze back to me at last, I am puzzled by the incongruent mix of anger,
laughter and passion I see in your eyes.
"You - will - pay - for - that - Kitten!"
Your voice is low and intense, each word carefully enunciated as though you
want to be perfectly clear with me that I am "officially" in trouble. The
inclusion of your pet name for me in your words tells me volumes about what
is going through your mind and I feel my body tremble in anticipation as I
realize just where you might be leading.
Your voice continues in the same low intensity as you begin to push your
chair back from the kitchen table and slowly stand up.
"You have exactly ten seconds to get your sweet ass out of my sight and
then I'm coming after you!"
The words are barely out of your mouth and I am off in a shriek of
excitement, racing down the hall to the bedroom, your words having told me
clearly that I am indeed in serious trouble.
I have scarcely made it to the bedroom when I hear your footfalls close
behind me and in another instant I feel your hands grasp my waist firmly as
you propel us both forward and onto the bed. I land face down, your body
covering mine restrictively and I dare not move as I feel your body shift
to lie next to mine, one arm snaking around my waist to hold me captive.
"Such a sweet little ass you have, Kitten!"
Your voice is dangerously quiet in my ear as I feel your hand raising the
shirt to expose my naked ass to you, your fingers stroking the soft skin
seductively.
"It's a shame to think that it's going to be red and burning when I get
through with you. In fact, I plan on making you so sore, you won't EVER
consider doing something like that again!"
I feel your fingers continuing to stroke me seductively as you talk,
trailing along the crack of my ass and I bit my lip to keep from moaning
out loud. We have never played like this before and although I have often
shared my fantasies with you of being spanked we have never yet ventured
into this arena.
An agonizing blend of fear and excitement courses through my veins and I am
so turned on I can feel the wetness soaking through my panties and onto my
thighs. My body trembles in anticipation, waiting for the first slap to
fall, my heart beating wildly in my chest.
I feel your hands toying with my panties, tracing the line of the thong
along the crack of my ass and then tugging at them as you pull them off my
hips and down my legs, tossing them onto the floor.
Unsure of what to expect next, my body tenses in confusion as I feel the
softness of your lips placing gentle kisses on the sensitive skin of my
ass, and I mentally curse and applaud you at the same time for making this
an experience I know I will never forget!
"That was really a mean thing you did, kitten!" I hear you murmur between
kisses. "I think you deserve a good, sound spanking, don't you?"
I silently debate for a moment whether or not I should answer your question
but the matter is taken out of my hands as I feel the palm of your hand
strike my ass for the first time with a resonating slap and I feel my whole
body jump in response.
I feel the arm around my waist tighten its hold as my body struggles to get
away from you and I feel myself whimpering in excited surrender as the
second slap resonates in the air.
"You aren't going anywhere, Baby!" You chuckle softly, knowing me well
enough to understand that my whimpers are borne of excitement, not pain.
"Not until I'm done with you!"
I bury my face in the pillow, fighting not to moan my pleasure out loud,
determined not to let you know how turned on I am and yet aware at the same
time that you already know and understand.
I feel the heated slaps of your palm against my burning ass, alternated
with the soothing tender kisses of your lips and my body is on sensory
overload. Unable to stop myself, I groan out load, calling your name and
unconsciously raising my hips closer to you.
The molten heat of orgasm begins to pool in my loins and when you splay the
fingers of the hand around my waist to wind teasingly through my curls and
stroke my swollen clitoris, I feel myself explode in ecstasy, the force of
my climax sending shudders through my body as I scream my pleasure to you.
My body is still quivering in the aftermath of my orgasm when I feel you
shifting beside me and turning my body so that I am now lying face up on
the bed. My moan is one of both discomfort and satisfaction as I feel the
coolness of the bed sheets against the burning skin of my ass.
Vaguely I am aware of your body moving over me and lowering again to rest
between my legs, your breath warm on the insides of my thighs.
Your hands are gentle but determined as they bend my legs up and out,
opening me to you. I feel your hands reach up to my hips, your fingers
tightening around me as you tug me toward your waiting mouth with a
possessive ferocity that elicits another moan from me.
My overloaded brain is screaming at you to stop but my lips cannot form the
words and when I feel your hands move from my hips to stroke the innermost
skin on my thighs, I am lost in pleasure again.
I feel the tenderness in your fingers as your thumbs stroke through my
curls, parting my wet and swollen lips to you and when warm heat of your
tongue dances playfully over my clitoris, I can do nothing but give my body
over to you sensual surrender.
Almost immediately I feel a second orgasm beginning to build within me and
I struggle not to let go, certain that my body cannot stand the unrelenting
pleasure. But you know me too well, and you feel my traitorous body begin
to peak beneath the loving ministrations of your fingers and mouth.
"Oh, god Michael. No! no, no..."
I hear myself pleading with you as you start to push me over the edge
again, knowing what I love best and using it to your advantage.
"Yes.. yes, yes!" I hear you whisper softly back to me, selflessly
unrelenting in your quest for my continued pleasure. "Let it happen, baby;
just let go!"
I feel your thumbs begin to stroke continually against my folds in gentle,
teasing strokes as you suckle my clitoris softly into your mouth, bathing
it with your tongue and I am lost in a flash of heated light as my seconds
orgasm rocks me to my core.
Tears of release stream down my face as I sob my pleasure to you, my hips
bucking shamelessly against your mouth and I feel you moving with me, your
mouth and fingers coaxing wave after wave of ecstasy from my body.
As the tremors of my orgasm begin to subside at last, I feel your lips
begin to trail soft, warm kisses up my body until you are hovering over me,
the warmth in your smile telling me that all is well between us again.
I smile back at you, feeling almost shy at the intensity of the intimacy
we have just shared and I raise my hand to the back of your neck, gently
lowering your lips to mine and opening my mouth to you in a loving,
passionate kiss.
I feel the hardness of your erection, hot and heavy, against my thigh and I
reach down between us with one hand to stroke the length of you.
I watch your face as your eyes close slowly and then open again in pleasure
at my touch and as we gaze silently at one another, I arch one eyebrow at
you in seductive invitation.
You raise your body upright, moving off to the side of me to sit on your
knees and you chuckle softly in understanding as I lazily stretch my
passion-cramped limbs before rolling over onto my stomach and raising my
body up on my hands and knees.
I turn my head to look at you, watching you as you look at me and the
passion I see igniting in your eyes sends new flutters of excitement to my
stomach.
You move behind me to kneel between my legs, using your own knees as
leverage to nudge my legs further apart to your liking. I hear your soft
intake of breath and feel one finger trace teasingly over the crack in my
ass and I know you are loving what you see.
I shiver in reaction to the feel of your lips against the now tender skin
of my freshly- spanked butt and I hear your soft chuckle as you murmur to
me almost apologetically.
"I think I got you pretty good, Baby. It looks like you may be red and sore
for a while."
My mind is struggling to think of a snappy comeback when suddenly I feel
you enter me with a gentle thrust and the pleasurable sensations that begin
coursing through my body drive all further coherent thought from my mind.
I rock my hips back against your groin, pushing you as far into me as I can
and I am rewarded by your moan of satisfaction. Deliberately I tighten my
muscles around you, stroking you as you move gently within me.
I am still so wet that within a few thrusts you are completely covered with
my juices and as I feel you slowly withdraw from me, I can hear the sounds
of my own wetness.
You shift your body slightly against me as you nudge my legs a little
further apart and when I feel the tip of your erection pressing against the
tiny rosebud of my ass, I hear myself whimper in excited anticipation.
I feel the warmth of your hands as you grasp my hips and gently pull me
back toward you, slowly penetrating my ass with your erection. After two
incredible orgasms, my body is relaxed and eager to receive you and the
wetness of my juices covering your hardness allow you to slide into me
easily.
I tighten the muscles in my ass around you as you begin to thrust slowly
against me and we both groan with the pleasure the action brings.
I listen to the sound of your breathing and your pleasured sighs as I
thrust my hips against you in counterpoint rhythm. I feel you lean over me
to rest your chest against my back and wrap your arms tightly around me,
and I moan softly at the intense sensation of the difference in the feel of
your thrusting within me.
Looking at you over my shoulder, I whisper softly to you, telling you of my
pleasure and urging you on to your own release, promising that this time is
for you.
You raise up slightly from where you rest against my back and I turn my
head further toward you as our lips meet in a gentle, yet passionate kiss.
I feel your tongue thrusting within my mouth, mimicking what your erection
is doing within my ass and I groan at the eroticism of the motion.
When we break apart, I feel you raise your body slowly until you are
kneeling upright behind me as before and I sense a slight change in your
rhythm as your thrusts come just a little harder, a little faster.
I am moaning in pleasure as I feel the rock hard heat of your erection
thrusting rhythmically within the tight confines of my ass, touching me in
incredibly sensual places. I feel your breath, warm and humid against my
ear as you lean over my back and whisper to me.
"One more time, Baby! Come fly with me."
For a brief instant I am confused by your words but when I feel the gentle
touch of your fingers slipping through the curls and folds at my center, I
understand immediately what you are asking and I hear myself answer you
with a groaning chuckle and a shake of my head.
"I can't, Michael. You wore me out. Please, no more."
But you are not about to be dissuaded by my protests and when I feel your
fingers begin to caress my still-swollen clitoris with the gentlest of
touches, I am amazed at how well you know my body. I feel myself begin to
respond to your caress immediately, my body arching greedily into your hand
and I hear your soft chuckle of approval as you lean forward to plant a
soft kiss on my back.
"That's my girl!" you murmur knowingly against my skin. "Let's go flying,
Baby!" and I feel my breath catch in my throat as your hips begin to thrust
more urgently against me.
Between the sensuous thrusts of your erection in my ass and the teasing
strokes of your fingers against my clitoris, I know I cannot hold out much
longer and I call to you again, wanting you to come with me. I tighten the
muscles around you in my ass just a little more, eagerly milking your
hardness with each stroke.
I know you are getting close, the labored sound of your breathing and your
pleasured moans tell me that you are almost on the edge. I close my eyes,
willing my body to completely relax as I push my hips back against you as far
as I possibly can, moving with you in counterpoint rhythm.
I feel your balls contract up against my ass as your erection begins to spasm
within me and as I hear you groan in the beginnings of your climax, your
pleasure pushes me over the edge and I cry out my own release, feeling my
body pulse against yours as we soar toward the velvet mist of passion's sweet
release.
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Of Fights and Fantasy
by Summer's Rose
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