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Image 101
by Suki
It was instinctual in a way. They had never played before....just
talked about it. Incessantly. Each seeking to further tease the other
into such a state of frustration that one of them would end the phone
conversation by running to the bathroom. And not to pee.
His house was familiar territory. What she was entering into was
not. But she was comfortable, and it _felt_ natural. He let her in the
house and then followed her in, shutting the door behind him.
She did not turn to see where he was. Instead, gracefully she
dropped to her knees, rested her bottom on the balls of her feet and
crossed her wrists behind her. And closed her eyes. And waited.
Image 102
by Suki
It was a full shut down of sorts. She curled into a ball on the
rounded chair, tucked her feet under her, threw a blanket over her body,
and shut her eyes. In shutting her eyes, she shut the world out.
He understood. He wished there was something more he could do,
but he was as shut out as the rest of the world, despite the closer
relationship between them. It was her way of coping, so he simply
waited. Patiently. Listening until he heard her fall asleep, then
gently picked her up and carried her to bed....pulling the cover over
her and turning out the light.
Image 103
by Suki
Yes, I can see your boundaries, as if they were made out of ice. The
picture you show of yourself though them distorted, real, but unreal.
Come closer, move back, I push against those boundaries testing them for
a melting temperature. I want to come in. Will you let me in?
I can feel the boundaries, like crumbling brick. Your face, full of
mixed emotions, the pain and fear so evident and yet the need equally
clear. Please let me in. I promise not to try to hurt you, I know
you've been hurt so many times before. I just want to get closer, push
back against those boundaries you've erected so that _nobody_ can get
in. They're safer, you say, safer to keep everyone out than to risk the
hurt again. I understand....and I have no wish to push further than
you can handle. I just want to know you, to hold you, to show you that
not everyone in the world is out to cause you pain.
Image 104
by Suki
Catching her by surprise, he threw her back against the wall, one
hand behind her head to make sure it didn't hit hard. Then he pressed
up against her, holding her still by a handful of hair. He looked
into her eyes for a moment, and then pulled her hair backwards, exposing
her neck. And started to bite-hard. A low moan escaped her throat. Out
of no where she felt the bite of cold steel near her breasts. She
froze, pushing herself as far back into the wall as possible. There was
a feral look in his eyes. The knife was still pressed against her, and
she barely breathed and he began to run it over her body....inside of
her thighs....her muscles twitched, and she tried to hold still. He
moved up toward her neck again, pinning her against the wall with the
blade, looking again into her eyes.....
Image 105
by Suki
There were times that we would just lay together in bed and cuddle.
There were candles in the room burning softly and music in the
background. Outside we could here the cars and rain and people walking
by, but that didn't matter. I would turn and look at him and just
look. Cupping his face in my hands and lock eyes. No words were
spoken. No words were needed. Just the look, staring in his eyes and
trying to speak volumes with my eyes. I'm here. I care. I love you.
I will always be here. So many things that I tried to show through my
eyes. And I wanted to stare. Just stare at him.....and stare.....
If the eyes are truly the mirror to the soul I was hoping he could read
mine. I wanted to give him part of my soul, because I knew he was
already part of my heart.
This one goes out to a special friend.
Image 106
by Suki
Frustration.
That's what she was feeling.
The scene had been incredible, knife marks covered her from
thighs to neck. Crises-crosses around her thighs, starbursts around
her breasts, and initials on her chest and stomach. It turned her
on, and she wanted him badly.
Sitting by his side, she began playing with him, making him
hard, teasing his member to hardness. Then, without warning he came.
Just like that.
Stoically, she got him a towel, and helped wiped him off. He
thanked her, put on his clothes and kissed her goodnight. He was out
the door before she let it out.
"Bastard."
Image 107
by Suki
She could easily imagine him in the bed beside her. His back facing
away from her as he settled into sleep. Like a kitten, she snuggled
against him, pressing her cheek and breasts into his back, curing her
legs underneath his thighs. One arm wound over his waist reaching down
to hold his hand. With a pull, she hugged him to her. He squeezed her
hand in responds. Unspoken love, falling asleep to the sound of each
other's breathing.
Image 108
by Suki
All of the whips and clothes pins and clamps, a knife and two canes
were laid out neatly in order on the table in his room.
"Come see" she ordered, pulling on the chain of his collar. His eyes
widened at the display. "I just wanted you to see...." her voice
trailed off, just a hint of menace in it. She placed her hands on
either side of his face.
"Do you trust me?" she asked, knowing that the cuffs locked behind his
back were making him feel vulnerable. She knew how he would answer
too, but she just wanted to hear it. And make him say it.
"Yes" he answered seriously, his eyes expressing so many emotions.
Love, truest, fear, wonder....
"I will blindfold you now" she stated, covering his eyes and shutting
off his vision. Then she lead him over to the bed, and laid him down on
his stomach. Unhooking his hands, she recuffed them to hooks attached
to the bed above his head. Then she moved away from him.
Wandering over to the toys, she picked up the beaded cat, knowing
that it would make the most noise, and started swing it in the empty
air. There was an audible whistle, and he could feel the hair on his
arms standing on end.
"Or perhaps a paddle first" she spoke, slapping one loudly against her
hand. "Or maybe..." He felt a rush of wind by his side, and nearly
jumped out of his skin as a heavy flogger hit the bed next to him. He
waited for it to hit him, muscles tense in anticipation. Nothing.
Silence. He twitched.
Warm oil dripped down his back, and her hands began massaging his
back, shoulders and buns. He could hear the grin in her voice at his
confusion as she said "Oh, by the way, there's no pain in this scene.
You've just been royally mind fucked."
Image 109
by Suki
He groaned, rolling over and burying his face in the pillow.
"Come on, sleepy-head, wake up!" she said cheerfully. She pulled the
sheets back from his body. He didn't move.
"What time is it?" he muttered into the pillow.
"9:00am, time for breakfast" she replied. He groaned again, hoping she
would go away and let him sleep. He heard her get off the bed, and
then something soft and cold touched his back. And stroked down to the
back of his thighs.
"What's that?" he asked, his voice muffled by the pillows.
"One of the red roses you bought me, love. Happy Valentine's Day."
Image 110
by Suki
He watched the dancer, becoming visibly more excited at each undulation
of his hips. He moved until he was directly in front of him, watching
the muscles of the dancer's chest ripple with his movement. And with a
moan, he couldn't stand it any more, grabbing the man by his hips and
pulling him into a long passionate kiss.
The dancer's eyes had been closed and they flew open for a moment in
surprise, then closed them again with a sigh and rocked against the
other man. Together they moved in rhythm, pushing hard against each
other as hands moved against the other's body.
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Bi, switch, tease, but mostly uppity bottom.
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