an38852@anon.penet.fi (Steven Edwards)
"Bound and Pleasured"
Hi folks,
This is my latest short story. It combines love and sex, together with a small
ammount of bondage. I hope y'all enjoy it.
Remember: In "real-life" always practice safe sex or remain faithful to a
faithful partner. And safe-sex means safe oral-sex as well.
Comments on my story via email please, as I can't read this group.
take care
Steve Edwards
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Copyright Steve Edwards, January 1994.
Warning: The following is a work of fiction, which hopefully you will find
erotic. All characters and places are figments of the author's imagination
and any resemblence to real events is purely coincidental. It may be
distributed electronically and archived, but only with these disclaimers and
byline attached. It may not be sold for profit, except by me. :-)
Bound and Pleasured
I finish checking that the knots in my silk ties are
secure, and step back and look down upon Elizabeth. She looks
beautiful lying there naked, her arms held taut above her.
The ties I'm using to secure her to the headboard have seen
too much wear to be worn in public anymore, but they retain
their silken softness and strength. Elizabeth is helpless.
She is also still dopey, she hasn't fully come around yet
this morning after our long night of love-making, although,
of course, she knows she has been bound. She looks around at
me to see what I'm up to, as though she doesn't really trust
me.
Sitting astride her I pour some massage oil onto my hand
and her back. This I slowly work into her skin. Elizabeth
moans softly into her pillow, enjoying my sure touch. My
hands slide over her back. I pay special attention to her
shoulders, and I'm rewarded with an appreciative sigh. I lean
over and nibble her neck. My trail of kisses moves round
until I can take her delicate ear-lobe in my mouth. I bite
gently, and pull. Elizabeth sighs again. There is great
sensuality and communication of love in such actions.
Sitting up, I move slightly lower and pour more oil over my
hands. These I use to massage Elizabeth's bottom. I knead and
rub and pull, enjoying her little moans. On occasion I allow
my hands to move to the back of her thighs, tantalisingly
dipping my fingers between them. Eventually Elizabeth moves
under me so she can part her legs to give me better access.
Perversely, I return to caressing her back, enjoying her
involuntary gasp as I run a finger down her spine into the
crease of her bottom. Then I hold open her bottom cheeks,
revealing her anus. I can feel Elizabeth fidget under me, she
doesn't like to feel this exposed, although combined with her
helplessness, it excites her. Releasing her buttocks I return
to teasing her thighs. She is hotter now, she tries to lift
her bottom and move into my caresses.
I grip Elizabeth's thighs in my hands, forcing her legs
apart a bit more, and I hold her legs rigidly as I lean over
and kiss my way down from nape of her neck to the small of
her back. I continue further, kissing down over her bottom
down onto her left thigh. This near her sex I can smell her
arousal. She is hot for me.
I kiss down to the back of Elizabeth's knee, and then begin
the sensual trail back up her other leg. She is getting so
hot that she is lifting her bottom slightly, in spite of this
meaning that her face is pressed deeper into the pillow as
her hands are unable to support her. As I kiss up her leg I
can see her pussy nestling between her legs, peeking from
between her thighs. On impulse, I lay between Elizabeth's
legs, twisting into position so that I am on my back with her
pussy over my face.
As I support Elizabeth's hips I look up into her hairy and
beautiful pussy. I admire her labia and take note of her
swollen clitoris. Slowly I lower her to my waiting mouth, my
tongue ready to delve for pleasure. As her glistening pussy
lips descend to my lips I am enveloped in the smell of her
arousal. It is heady; an intoxicating cocktail of sex and
arousal. A woman's love juices are the nectar, not of the
gods, but of mortal men. I hold Elizabeth's bottom so that
her sex is pressed hard against my mouth; there is to be no
escape for her from the pleasure of my tongue. I lick, probe,
suck, and flick. Elizabeth's nubbin of pleasure is the main
recipient of these actions.
Elizabeth is enjoying my work. I can tell by her rolling
and bucking, and by her love juices which have flowed so that
now they are smeared all over my face. I throw my self into
my task with abandon and gusto. There is nothing like
arousing your woman to new levels of ecstasy. However, I am
not so wrapped up as to fail to notice the twitches and
tautening of muscles which speak of approaching orgasm. To
Lizzy's obvious reluctance I push her from my mouth and
escape the trap of her thighs. In spite of herself Lizzy
moans in frustration. She knows that that is want I am trying
to do; I love to turn my elegant and proper Elizabeth into the
lewd and horny Lizzy who begs for pleasure.
Kneeling between her legs, I admire Lizzy's raised bottom
and visible pussy. I slide a finger into her slick vagina.
She moans into her pillow, and pushes back against my finger.
I slide into the hilt.
"Oh yesss," she gasps.
For awhile I pump in and out, fascinated to feel her pussy
grab my finger. Lizzy is so hot and wet and tight. Her moans
are louder now and are in time with my thrusts. I wonder if
our neighbour can hear us. I often wonder what our
neighbours' sixteen year old daughter, whose bedroom
shares a common wall with ours, thinks when she hears Lizzy's
moans. When Elizabeth gets hot, she is not the quietest of
lovers! Not that I have any complaints. I love this woman.
I'm truly blessed to have such an uninhibited lover.
I remove my finger, shuffle up the bed, and position the
tip of my very hard erection between her labia. I move
slightly, coating my knob with her copious cream. However, I
deliberately refrain from entering properly. I move backwards
in time with Lizzy's thrust, foiling her attempt to initiate
matters. I continue with little teasing bumps.
Eventually Lizzy whimpers, "Please!"
"What?" I ask, acting ignorant of the raging desire I have
stirred once again within her.
"Fuck me! Stick your big prong up my hot cunt! Fuck me with
your prick!", a string of lewd demands rush from my beautiful
wife. Elizabeth is gone, in her place is horny Lizzy, who
knows what she needs, and can't help begging for it. As
always, my cock hardens even more at the transformation.
Unable to tease her any longer, I buck forward, sinking
myself into her wetness.
I gasp "I love you." My love is more than something which
is only expressed while we are making love, but it is good to
declare it then too.
That delicious thrill of the first thrust is more intense
than ever before. Liz and and I cry out together. I pump in
and out, feeling so virile as I pull Lizzy's hips back,
bringing us together each time with a slap. I'm sliding so
deep within her. My excitement spirals higher with each of
Lizzy's moans. It will only be a short session this morning.
The walls of her cunt are so tight and slippery, and my prick
is so sensitive that nothing I can do short of stopping for
awhile will enable me to last much longer. I can tell from
Lizzy's moans however that I don't need to hold back. I come
and come, but manage to keep thrusting a few seconds longer
until Lizzy joins me.
We lie together panting. I untie her wrists, and she moves
into a more comfortable position and hugs me. We are
shattered and in love.
"Tonight it is your turn," she whispers lewdly to me. I
feel myself harden slightly at the promise. Tonight we are
going to try out one of my fantasies for the first time.
Elizabeth is going to wear her black PVC play-suit; silk
stockings, ankle boots, and long black gloves. She is going
to boss me around, put me over her knee, and then ... Well,
we haven't scripted that far ahead.