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Subject: Michael and Ellen Chap 1./Delurking
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Hi,
Been lurking in the shawdows for months until I decided to try
my hand at erotic fictional writing. Let me know your thoughts
please, if its not entertaining I dont want to waste my or your time
continuing. lol Criticisms are welcome. thanks
littleone{Jesterr}
Michael and Ellen
Chapter 1
Michael and Ellen returned to the motel suite after partaking in a
romantic candlelit dinner at one of the better restaurants in town.
The love for one another was present for all to see as they sipped
their wine and gazed across the table to each other. The other
patrons of the establishment were seen casting glances towards the
couple in the corner, wishful and wistful expressions on male and
female faces alike.
But Michael and Ellen didn't realize they were envied and carried on
with whispered conversations. Words of love and lust flowing from
their lips, heating their blood and loins. But they both, in unspoken
agreement, tarried over their dinner, tormenting each other with the
delights still to be found this night.
On entering the suite, Michael walked the length of the room to the
window, leaning a hip against the table standing nearby, looking out
at the darkened night, star like lights of the city below him. He
heard Ellen traipsing around behind him, freshening up, washing her
hands. When he heard the whisper of her skirt zipper, he finally
spoke.
"Sweetness, leave that on please and come sit down." He turned as he
finished speaking to see if Ellen would obey him. He smiled softly as
she raised the zipper fastening and came to him, sitting in the chair
beside him, her back to the window.
Ellen sat quietly, but turbulance boiled inside her. Excitement of
the unknown, knowledge of Michael's ease in playing music upon her
body, impatience for the sexual release that body had been craving all
during dinner. She tenses slightly, brought out of her daydreams of
things to come, when Michael placed his hands on her shoulders and
began speaking to her.
"My love, the night is young, you are replete with food and drink, but
knowing you as I do, you now need the sensual creature that resides
inside you nourished. In the time we have had together, you have
become such a slave to sex and to me that it amazes me you did not
know this about yourself before becoming mine. But I am pleased to
have taught you these things and now, tonight, another lesson I have
in mind for you, my dear."
Michael reaches out and places a hood over Ellen's head. He feels her
body tighten at the new toy he is introducing to their play and
smiles, unseen by her. He quickly tightens the laces at the back of
hood, snuggly fitting it to her head. He walks to the front of her
and looks down upon her, taking in her green eyes staring up at him
with love and a hint of fear. Her ruby red lips looking so pouty and
sexy surrounded by the leather as they are, he cannot resist a taste
of them.
Leaning down over her, he slowly moves closer, his mouth to hers,
locking eye contact with her, watching desire begin to burn in the
green fires of her orbs. He flicks out his tongue, licking at the
outline of those lips, barely touching, chuckling in the back of his
throat when she tries to lean forward to increase the pressure against
his mouth. When he leans away, thwarting her efforts, she moans,
whimpers slightly, the sound he knows connotating frustrations.
"No, love, I set the pace, remember? And the pace will be slow,
agonizingly slow tonight."
Ellen looks into his eyes as she hears these words, the submissive
inside her reveling in them, body and mind already beginning to give
way to him and his desires. She nods, keeping silent, showing him
that she understood and agrees with his statement.
Michael smiles at her. Reaching behind her, he retrieves the
blindfold that can be attached to the hood with snaps and holding it
before her eyes, slowly, tormentingly slowly, brings the blindfold to
her eyes, watching her watch the approach of her willing blindness.
He snaps the blindfold in place, smoothing it over her eyes, running
his hands over the hood, feeling the cool leather covering her head
and the red hair he loves to stroke.
He cups her hooded cheeks in his hands and leans into her, surprising
her with the force of his kiss. He rapes her mouth with his tongue,
letting his passions shine through for just this kiss, unbridling
them, showing her his lust for her in the harshness, the roughness of
his taking of her mouth, demanding her taste and tongue.
She moans into his mouth, responding instantly to his demand, melting
to his kiss, leaning into it, not quite knowing what to do with her
unbound hands. Remembering his words of pace she keeps them in her
lap and tries to give all her emotions of love and lust to him with
her mouth only. Just as suddenly as he kissed her, he withdrew from
her, leaving her wanting, panting, lusting for more.
He drinks in the sight of her sitting there before him, so beautiful,
so submissive to him. Again, reaching behind her, he takes up the
accompanying gag made for the hood and brings it to her mouth. He can
tell the way her body reacts to the blind touch of the gag, she at
first thinks it is his mouth returning. As soon as he sees that she
has concluded its not him but a gag, he shoves it against her lips,
pressing, forcing her to open her mouth to avoid bruised lips.
Quickly setting the gag inside her mouth, he snaps it onto the hood
and steps back.
There she sits, Ellen, his love, his lover, his woman, his soul mate.
The giver of pleasures once unbeknownst to him sits before him. He
quietly lowers down onto his haunches before her, slowly drinking in
the sight. He feels his manhood awakening in his pants but he ignores
its demands for release and continues to just look his fill.
He is patient knowing she is not, and waits for her to start
squirming, fidgeting, trying to deduce where he is and what he is
doing. A satisfied smile begins on his face when just a few moments
later, she does indeed to do exactly what he was waiting to see. Her
head tilts, her body shifts in the chair, her hands ball up in fists
as impatience begins to ride upon her nerves.
He quietly rises and moves behind Ellen, placing his hands upon her
shoulders, expecting and receiving the jerk of her body at his first
touch. He gently, languishingly begins to knead her neck and shoulder
muscles, feeling her relax under his strong fingers, watching her
clinched fists opening slightly, her head unconsciously lowering to
give better access to her neck.
Michael stands content behind her, massaging her body, reacquainting
his hands to all her curves, bumps and grooves as they roam over her
back and down her sides, lightly brushing the sides of her breasts as
he does. The heat of her body penetrates the silk of her dress,
meeting and melding with the heat in his hands. She sits, waiting,
relishing the massage, but impatient at the same time for more.
Once again, Michael reaches behind him to the table's surface, this
time retrieving the most precious of their leather items, her collar.
The collar he designed and made for her. None other on this earth is
like it just as no other couple are like them. The uniqueness of the
collar symbolizes their uniqueness in their relationship, their love,
trust and honor they have for one another. And of course, the
traditional symbol of the collar signifying his dominance and her
submission unto themselves and no other.
Michael caresses the leather collar, memories of love and passion
passing before his mind's eyes, then reaches down and with a love
greater than any can ever know, he places it around her neck, pulling
it to its rightful place and buckling it. He, again, caresses the
leather, letting his hands roam over it and up to the leather hood on
her head. Leather has such a sensual texture and smell, he marvels as
he always does when handling the hide, never tiring of this feel or
smell.
Ellen, at the touch of the collar on her neck, feels the familiar
warmth of contentment, love, protectiveness, and excitement wash over
her. There are unseen tears of joy in her eyes as she remembers the
vows they exchanged when she first received the collar. After all
this time, the collar could still move her to tears.
She sits, basking in his presence, picturing how she must look to him,
smiling inside the hood as best she could, knowing he is "getting off"
on the sight, thereby exciting her in this knowledge and her breath
begins to quicken as does her heart beat. She jumps slightly when she
feels his finger at her nostrils, slightly damp, not realizing until
its removal that he has dabbed his aftershave cologne upon the hood
over her upper lip. She now sits with just the senses of smell and
touch unimpeded and he is controlling them both.
(to be continued)
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