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This story is not for those under 18 years of age.  The story is also is
copyright to the author.  Please do not post or copy without the author's
permission in writing.

You may send comments and responses to the author at therestillis1@hotmail.com

This story is also written with the inspiration of love and beginnings.  Not
even the hardest cock is as hard as both love and beginnings may be.


Second Chances

Never give up on love or so I was told.  Sometimes, you just have to give it
a lot of time.  If it is meant to be, then it will happen.  If it's not, then
you just go on knowing you felt that way once.

I wasn't ready when it hit me and I fell too hard and fast, so it wasn't
going to last. Just when my heart was broken and I didn't think I could go
on, life took a turn.  I found myself with a new job, going to new places,
and home became anywhere.

My Chinese horoscope was right, there were always men who wanted to be
around, but I couldn't find myself wanting to flirt and still wanted to save
my pussy for the right person. Some would probably say it's a waste, but I
believe that Cinderella would never stop wanting just Prince Charming's cock.

I didn't believe that second chances came around, but I took a chance and
would be ready the next time.

The night was still warm and humid as the fall moon was luring above.  The
hour was 2:00 am as I drove my car and backed it in to a parking space
opposite of his apartment.  I left the headlights on and leaned against the
front bumper as I dialed his number on my cell phone.  I took my chances that
he would be alone, and to my surprise, he was. I could tell by the click on
the second ring that I had knocked him off-line to his computer.  He could be
chatting with someone he really cared about; it had been so long since I
heard from him.  I had to take my chances.  I was brave before, I could do it
again.

He answered in that voice that once made me everything inside of me begin to
melt.  I just said "Hi Master" and waited for his answer.  I felt my legs
give and my ass touches the back of my heels when I heard him say my name. 
My hands went to the ground to steady myself.  He remembered my voice.

Whispering with a tear, I said, "I told you I would never stop loving you and
that I would never give up."

He replied, "He remembered what I said, he is just surprised to hear from me."

"How could I forget what my heart and body remembers and doesn't want to
share with anyone else." I said.

He became quiet, and I had always gone too far with my feelings for him.  I
stood up and moved in front of the headlights. I said, "I just wanted to
leave you a package for old times sake.  It's right outside if your
interested."

I saw his silhouette in the window and the blinds moved.  He could only see
the bright lights shining in his direction, then I moved in front of them.  I
took off my coat so that all he could see was the curvy silhouette of my body
standing there.  It was quiet so I knew he could hear the click of my high
heels on the asphalt.

He moved outside to his balcony, and said my name in a loud whisper.

I turned to my side and so he could see my profile and moved my hands down
the front of my body.  I could see him standing there. I turned my back
facing him, bent over and spread my legs.  I took my hands and felt the
insides of my legs from the ankles to my upper thighs. He could still only
see my silhouette.

All the work at the gym had made the roundness of my body become lean and
taunt. I was hoping he would be proud.

On the cell phone, I asked "Do you want to see your package or should I just
take it back?"

He said he would be right down, don't go anywhere.

My heart was began racing another 30 beats per minute as I waited the
1-minute it took him to get to his front door. As he approached I let go of
the straps hooked to my wrists and held my arms out so that he could see the
cord fall to the ground.

He walked over and stopped a few feet in front of me.  He could see what I
was wearing, but the headlights were blinding all he wanted.

The white lace teddy that met with each curve in my body was what I imagined
he would desire.  My breasts plunged from the top and glistened whiter than
my tanned skin.  The white stockings on my legs shined with bits of glitter.

I stood there waiting for him and he knew it.  I had always wanted to give
him my best, and I couldn't feel much better than how I did right now.

He asked, "Where's my package?" and laughed.

I told him "It is right in front of you and there is no refund.  You had
better decide now what you want".

He asked, "Does it come with a lifetime guarantee?"

I replied, "No, but I am offering you a 24 hour trail period and all you have
to do is say that you want it."

He said, "I can't refuse an offer like that."

I went to take his hand, but he held it back.  "What if I decide I don't want
it?"

I said "Then will have to just go through the rest of your life without
knowing you could have had someone who wanted to live filling all your
desires, Master."

He took my hand and kissed it.  "Let's go inside and begin then." He said.

I turned towards my car, turned off the lights and touched the button on my
key ring until I heard the beep of the alarm.

Once inside of his apartment, I stood there letting his hand go.  He said
"I've got some things to take care of upstairs, but I will be right back
down.  Are you cold?  You can have anything you want to drink, nothing has
changed, and do you remember where everything is?

I heard noises of him rummaging around upstairs.  I noticed dishes in the
sink and papers lying around.  I looked at his CD's and put one on that I
remember telling him he would give to me.

After a couple of minutes, he came down the stairs.  I was sitting on the
sofa and had taken off my high heels.  The bindings of the straps were still
on my wrists.  He kneeled down in front of me and took hold of the straps. 
He said "Don't say a thing.  You're all mine for 24 hours.  So for 24 hours,
I don't want you to say anything.  You can say a safe word which will be
"Humble", but other than that, you don't speak, okay?"

I said, "Yes Master", and he kissed my lips and he replied "That will be your
last two words."

Next I felt his lips again so softly on mine.  I felt for his tongue with
mine and they met wanting to taste each other.

He took the bindings on my wrists and told me he had something upstairs that
would hold me better than these did.  He took my hand and led me up the
stairs.

There was his four poster bed with leather wrapped around them and the long
straps laying across the bed.  The food of the bed had the same.  He brought
me over to the bed and told me to lay down.  I did as I was told.

He had definitely purchased new equipment and my jealously begin to creep in
as did anger.  Just as I was going to make a comment, he said "I know what
your thinking, and practice makes perfect, but you will never know that maybe
I could have prepared for when you came back to me like I knew you would."

I will just feel.  For 24 hours, I will just feel him. This is all I worked
and waited so hard for the past months.  My mind will probably go in total
circles and melt in confusion, but I he does make me feel good.

The metal from the spreader bar was cold and I liked the smell from his shop
I could imagine the seriousness in his eyes as he made it attaching the D
rings at each end.

After I was all strapped in I realized I was on the right side of the bed. 
He knelt beside the bed just looking at me.  My eyes would not leave his as I
watched him every inch of me.  I was hoping he was pleased.

Then I felt his hand glide against my thigh.  I closed my eyes but wanted to
see.  My body just began to melt.  Everything in me was scared up to this
point, when I had to let go because my pussy was begging for his hand to come
closer.

He rubbed the outside of the teddy on my wide open pussy and watched as I
pushed my body up to each movement his hands made.  He reached under and
released the snaps.  He looked and said, "I guess I'm going to have get out
the razor and give what you have left here a shave."  He ran his finger down
my clit and touched just inside my wet pussy.  He took the finger to his
mouth and said, "I never did taste you the first time. You are sweet."

Lifting my torso, he smoothed the teddy higher up on my body.  He took the
long strap from the back and brought it up high to the front.  He pulled it
until it was tight on my ass and rubbing back and forth against my clit. 
Everything in me was moving.

Taking his hand he rubbed and pulled at my clit making my body begin to
shake. He watched my face and then would stop suddenly and kiss my lips.  I
wanted so much to beg him for an orgasm.  He knew what I wanted but would
take his time.

His finger entered inside me with no warning.  He was quick and hard as he
probed in and out.  Then he took two more fingers as quick and hard and
rubbed inside of me.  He was making me feel everything inside of myself want
to beg him to fuck me. Then it blurted out of my mouth, "Please fuck me,
please I want you inside of me?"

Just then he pulled his hands out of me and put them up to my mouth.  He told
me I wasn't suppose to say anything, but since I did, I could taste myself,
but I wasn't to think that I would be rewarded so well if I spoke again.

I replied "Yes Master".  He went to the dresser behind him with something in
his hands.  I remember how well you liked these last time.  I want you to
tell me if you want them again?  He let go of the chain holding the nipple
clamps that I loved.  I had wished I had often thought of them.

"Yes, Master, please let me wear them.  Clip them on tight, please." I said.

As he took my nipples between his fingers and attached them, I could feel the
painful sensation that was remembered, as my breast became more sensitive.

He went back to the dresser and returned to lift my torso and I felt gel
being rubbed against my ass.  He inserted a plug slowly.  It hurt as it went
in, but I wanted it just as I had wanted his cock deep inside the time
before.  The plug began to vibrate slowly and then I heard the sound of the
pump.  He pumped it up a little and left it there.  I began to relax and it
was feeling good.  He placed two fingers in my pussy and rested them inside
to feel the vibration coming through.

He kissed my clit and rubbed it with his tongue.  I was so close to orgasm
within seconds.  My body arched and he pressed it back down and bit on my
clit holding it with his teeth watching my eyes.

Suddenly he let go and left for the dresser again.  He placed a blindfold
around me head and I had no idea what was going on.  He said, "Enjoy this for
awhile."

He turned up the speed of the vibrating plug in my ass and then inserted
something in my pussy. It began to vibrate slowly in opposite time as the
plug.

I heard the shower turn on and I guess he was going to leave me here.  I want
him inside of me and he knows that.  Don't go! Don't go; please was what I
wanted to cry aloud.

There is always way too much emotion inside of me for him.  I can't seem to
keep it inside like I do with other aspects of my life.  The feel of
everything he has placed inside me, the smell of him close, to want to make
him happy and pleased, makes my whole world seem complete.

I feel the vibrations as he is in the shower.  I hope he will make me come as
soon as he gets back.  Please let me just feel the orgasm and then just lay
next to me.  Please!  The feelings are so good; I want to feel it all and
more.  I'm glad to be here, I'm glad to what he does for me.  I'm really glad
about what I can be when I'm with him.

. I can relax and feel good about wanting to be pleased and wanting to
please.  I don't have to wear the face of someone that has it all together
and can handle all the problems of any situation.  I'm vulnerable to him and
weak at the knees.  I love this and him for what he is and all his doubts and
fears and all that he honors.

My body begins to rock.  Maybe I can bring myself to an orgasm.  These toys
feel good, real good, but I need to feel him inside of me.  It's not the
same.  Please! Suddenly I'm shocked and soothed as I feel his hand begin to
rub on my clit.

His tongue is licking the inside of my thigh and he brings me quickly to
saying his name aloud. I feel the bindings so tight as my legs jump to be
together.  He doesn't stop and I beg him to.  Please!

When he does finally stop, I'm still shaking.  He removes the nipple clamps
and I feel the sensation rise to my throat.  He removes the vibrators and
then I feel his wet body lying next to me and he removes the blindfold.  He
stares into my eyes.  He doesn't smile or form any expression on his face. 
I'm always left to guess.  My guess, this time is that he cares very deeply.

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