Satin Love
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"I'm upstairs, baby!"
I've barely closed the door as her voice floats down the staircase. I throw my coat onto a hook and drop my keys in the tray like I do every evening. My tie, already loosened after a long day, is tugged free at last as I kick my shoes into the shoe rack by the front door. The house smells faintly of candles and, as I walk down the lamp lit hallway, I see the last remnants of the fireplace and the warmth of the house slowly creeps into my bones.
I smile. Home at last.
"There's cold beer for you in the kitchen, or I opened some wine if you want that instead!"
The smile grows wider, she knows me so well. I open the refrigerator, the white light pouring onto the floor and the walls behind me in the dark kitchen. It’s winter now, and the days are short as the nights grow longer, but I don’t mind. The house feels so homely this time of the year. I close the door, plunging the kitchen back into semi-darkness. I look back to see two wine glasses, one clean, the other smeared with lipstick with drops of red left in the bottom, and a half empty bottle of wine recorked to the side.
I pick up the glasses and the bottle and head towards the stairs. It was only around six o’clock, and tonight we were going to order Chinese food to be delivered, so there was time enough to take the wine upstairs, get out of this uncomfortable work shirt and relax with a glass or two of wine.
Up on the landing, the upstairs is as dimly lit as downstairs. I follow the usual path along the soft carpet to our room, the door is open just a crack but it is enough for the warm yellow glow from within to light the way. Pushing the door open, her perfume dances in the air, swirling and twirling with the intoxicating aroma from the candles in the corner.
“Welcome home.”
I stand in the doorway, facing the huge bed in front of me, and there she is. Waiting. Laying against the pile of cushions and pillows arranged on the bed. She had a smile on her face, her lips curling up on one side, smirking as she takes pleasure knowing how much of an effect she has on me. The joy she took in watching my mouth drop open flashes across her deep brown eyes. Her hair, a cascade of brown and auburn, tumbles down her smooth neck and over her shoulders.
Her shoulders… Bare skin, radiant in the warm light of the room. Her once dancing and airy perfume begins to feel heavy in the air, flooding my nose, rushing over every inch of me and muddying my thoughts and feelings. Suddenly there was no work, no long day, no time at all, only that moment and her. My eyes trace down her skin. The curve of each firm, luscious breast catches the light, hypnotising as her chest rises and falls. She is laying there, in nothing but dark red satin underwear with black lace trim and a matching bra that only barely contained those breasts.
My eyes keep going, passing her chest, down over her stomach, the arch of each hip bone emphasised by the shadows they cast, over the satin and the lace and the soft curve they covered. She slowly raises one leg up, bending it at the knee, and my eyes trace down every inch of the soft skin of her legs, before reversing and going all the way back up her body.
“Fuck….”
I can’t help myself as the words leave my mouth. I walk over to the bed, and I become aware of the difficulty involved in this. I look down and see that the usual modest fabric of the suit pants I’m wearing is now taught and bulging with my growing anticipation. My mouth is dry. I wet my lips slightly as I move closer. She swiftly swings her legs under her and kneels up on the bed, knees wide, and the soft fabric of the underwear stretches over the mound of her pussy. I feel my crotch strain against the fabric of my pants even harder. I set the wine and the glasses down on the nightstand and pour as she waits expectantly.
Once her glass is filled she places her hands on the bed and begins to lightly crawl across its width towards me, letting me see that her underwear is, in fact, a thong. I can’t take my eyes off her ass, swinging seductively as she slowly crawls towards me, the fabric of her underwear emerging from between her cheeks as a line of black lace. She arrives at my side of the bed and kneels back up. I’m almost disappointed. Taking her glass in hand, she klinks it against mine. We both drink deeply, but she never takes her eyes off me, and my eyes never leave her. Putting the glass down, her tongue slides over her lips, now plum and red with lust and wine. My crotch stirs again, and she notices this time.
“Let me help you with that.”
Taking my glass from me, she leans up and plants a soft, slow kiss on my lips. Pulling back slightly, we lock eyes. The room feels like a furnace, both of us burning with lust and want, desire dripping out of every pore of our bodies.
“I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
And just like that, the switch is flipped. That once soft and slow kiss, contained by restraint and self-control, melts away into a frenzy of eagerness and longing. Tongues swirl and dance together, the warmth of each others mouths adding fuel to the fire raging within each of us. She pulls away and I gasp for air. Her chest is heaving now, her breasts rising up and down rhythmically as she fights for air too. My heart is racing, my mind is a mess, and I have just one thought. Her.
Her soft hands cup my face briefly before moving down to my shirt, trembling as she begins undoing each button. I pull the shirt off over my arms and throw it behind me and she is already working on my pants. The button comes undone, and she takes hold of the zip. Teasingly slowly, she inches the zip down. It seems to take forever, but I’m loving it.
Finally, the zip passes of the head of my cock, straining against the fabric of my boxers, and the small relief makes me groan. The pants fall to the floor and I step out of them, pulling each sock off as I free my legs. I climb onto the bed with her and lie against the pillows and cushions where she had just been. They were still warm, she must have been waiting for me for a while.
I just get settled as she climbs on top and straddles me, but our bodies were not touching yet. Her hands rested on my shoulders, her breasts still heaving are positioned tantalisingly close to my face, but she maintains just enough force on my shoulders to stop me leaning in to greet them and I know I have to wait. By some miracle, I manage to pull my gaze away from her chest, up to her face as she waited just above mine. There’s that smile again. She knows she is driving me crazy and she is loving every second.The soft fabric covering her pussy hovers just over my expectant cock.
Our lips meet, not as frantically as a moment ago, this time driven by the knowledge of what will shortly happen. Her body finally lowers onto mine, and her breath catches in her throat and a short gasp escapes her lips as she presses her pussy into my cock. Immediately her hips twitch and she unknowingly begins to rub herself into me. My hands slide up her legs and onto her hips, guiding her rhythmic rocking back and forth, the small, almost unnoticeable movements ever so slowly becoming more and more exaggerated.
Driven by insatiable lust, my hands dart up her spine, making her shiver and moan into my mouth. I pull the straps of her bra off her shoulders, and as she pulls her arms out of the straps, I unhook the clasps at the back, finally freeing her breasts. They swing forwards slightly and the pressure on my shoulders releases. Greedily I move forwards, taking one breast into my mouth, one hand massaging the other breast as my remaining free hand pulls her towards me. I feel her hands slide through my hair and over my neck and shoulders and she moans again, deeper this time, the hum vibrating through her body. I try to change the focus of my tongues lashings across her chest to the other nipple, now rock hard and waiting patiently for my attention, but she again she takes control of the pace, pushing me back.
“Take your pants off and kneel up.”
She teasingly snaps the elastic of my boxer waistband and climbs off me. I don’t have to be told twice! The boxers swiftly join the rest of my clothes on the bedroom floor and I kneel on the bed, as instructed. She lays down on her back, head resting between my legs, her naked upper body facing up towards me. Her legs slowly open wide, and she is at an angle where I can reach down and play with what she has in between. I know she wants me to, her hips are still squirming and her hunger for pleasure is all too clear to see.
I’m staring, lost in a world of satin, lace, bare skin, perfume and craving, until I feel her warm wet lips against the base of my cock. Looking down, those huge eyes are staring back up at me, twinkling with playful joy, knowing the power she will have over me by taking my cock into her mouth. The kisses run up the underside of my throbbing cock. She times her kisses to the pulses running through my body. She stops at the base of the head, and she locks eyes with me yet again as she opens her mouth and flicks her tongue across the underneath of my penis. Now it was my turn to moan.
Knowing she had all the control she desired, she took the whole of the head into her warm, wet mouth. Tongue swirling, running along every inch of skin she could reach. Taking more of me into her mouth, she began to move further and further down. I felt the tip of my cock brush the back of her mouth and she withdrew, a rope of saliva forming a bridge between my cock and her tongue as she did. Driven crazy by the visual turn on, one of my hands found her head and pushed it expectantly back towards my expectant member. My other hand found itself on her hip, and I brushed my fingers lightly over her skin towards the waiting satin.
I found the waistband of her panties, and I felt her stiffen under me, impatient, needing my fingers to go further. I was considering teasing her with it, only playing lightly over the fabric, toying with the lace and curve of her hips, but the swirling of her tongue over the head of my cock made me think otherwise. Running fingertips over the lace, I groaned again as my fingers discovered the satin of her crotch already damp with her sex.
“Mhmmm… " she encouraged, taking my cock out of her mouth and moving to my balls. Her tongue was running circles over and over across my skin down there, whilst her hand found my soaking wet shaft and began to slowly tug up and down. Desperately trying to hold on to control, my fingers buried themselves under the lace band of her underwear and her hips thrust upwards, desperate to help me find her wetness sooner.
“Ohhh… !” she cried out as my fingers brushed over her hot pussy. The wetness letting my fingers glide up and down, caressing every fold and curve. I could smell the sex mixing with her perfume in the air and I took a second to take in the experience I was having.
I looked down. Her face is a picture of sexual frustration, tension, desire, lust and want as she greedily sucks, kisses, licks and tugs on my cock. My manhood in her small hand, throbbing as she expertly tugs and rubs it. Fuck... I’m close. My fingers find her clit, now hard itself and dripping in her juices as her own pleasure builds. Slow circles at first, going up and down the length of her pussy, with brief fast flicks across that hard bump resulting in one of her hands moving to her own breast, desperately squeezing and twisting at her nipple. I keep going, a little faster now, all the while watching her intently.
The faster I go, the more the colour rises in her cheeks and her chest, and the more intensely her mouth works over me. I focus in on her clit, dipping just the tip of my fingers down just enough to bring new wetness up to greet it. She moans even louder, and now it is constant groaning, moaning, hips bucking under my fingers. Her mouth leaves my skin, but her hand is going into overdrive. I look down just in time to see her face crease up as her hand leaves her breast to grab a handful of the sheets, and her hips begin to rise off the bed.
She is about to cum. Hard.
In that moment, I let my fingers enter her, running along the top inside wall of her pussy. There’s no resistance, but she is so tight and on the verge of cumming so hard, I can barely fit two fingers in. She screams in agonising pleasure as she finally orgasms. The release rushes through her body and I feel her contract against my fingers as her legs snap together around my hand, trapping me in there. I keep teasing her G-spot as wave after wave of pleasure passes over her. Her hips, straining towards the sky, suddenly buckle, and her lower half falls back down towards the bed, her hips and thighs shaking through the orgasm.
Her mouth finds my balls, and the tugging begins again with renewed vigor. All the moaning and groaning is now vibrating through my balls as she works my shaft with her hands. I had been holding back this entire time, enjoying the show of her pleasure under my fingers, but now I couldn’t hold on anymore. I felt the pressure building, and my own moans of pleasure erupted from within.
She must have felt me tense up because she shifted so she was laid out in front of me fully, and pulled my cock down as to be angled towards her heaving chest. Taking her mouth away for a second she urged, “Cover me, baby."
That was all the encouragement I needed, as I felt the pressure force its way down my length, and I groaned as ropes of my own cum arced out to land on her sweat cover breasts.
She tugged gently as I emptied my load over her body, moaning softly to me, before making sure I was empty with a quick, delicate suck and a flick of her tongue. She looked down, lust flashing over her face as she saw her naked body covered in thick lines of white hot cum. Running a finger up her cleavage she picked up some and scooped it into her mouth, giggling and smiling as she did so.
“Happy birthday, baby…” she whispered.
TO BE CONTINUED?
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Lights flashed, whistles and rumbling music echoed off the tiled ceiling. The atmosphere of Richards Treasures rocked with sultry chaos. The establishment was packed with so many patrons it was hard to see an empty seat anywhere. This was the first time Lacey had ever been in a strip club. It was no where near what she would have expected. Tobacco smoke, alcohol, all assortments of perfume and colognes choked the room confusing her fragile senses. In different points of the room women danced in...
BDSMThe intercom crackled, startling her from her focus on the computer screen. “Lacy, you have a phone call on line 1.”Since her vision was still off focus she had to squint to read the clock on the wall.Thinking out loud she said, “Who would be calling 10 minutes till closing?”Picking up the receiver she punched the button to open the line. “Lacy Clarke speaking. How can I help you?”Speaking that greeting had become second nature to Lacy. So much so she often answered her home phone that way....
BDSMI wake up the next day curled up against my beau's firm, muscular chest, and my manhood locked away again. Its morning stretch is uncomfortable with it being unable to become fully aroused, but I feel less frustrated after yesterday. Liam had made love to me, and we're both on the same page about where our relationship is going.After our lovemaking yesterday, we'd bathed together, ate a delicious dinner Liam had cooked, and then spoke for hours about what had transpired in the playroom. We'd...
CrossdressingNo Shoelaces Today! By Jordan Holder All I really wanted was a pair of shoelaces, but I couldn't seem to find the dusty old shoe shop--you know, the one that every mall has near an undesirable entrance, where the rent is lower. One of mine was frayed and about to break, and I didn't want to have to try to tie the ends together. Better just to replace it before that happened. I couldn't believe this mall didn't have a shoe repair shop. I tried one side corridor after another and...
Note: This story was commissioned by Ultrasound 7 and has allowed me to share it with you. This may contain scenarios and acts that I normally wouldn’t write. There will be a strong sex slave/domination theme. I will keep this from violating any cannon established in the world and I developed the mythology that drives this story. Kurtis – Kyizziania Zianamilizzi pulled me to her by her tail. She had it wrapped around me, her breasts jiggling. Her purple eyes fixed on mine, slitted like a...
A cascade of smells assaulted her. Her stomach growled in protest. She hadn’t even realize she was hungry. The room was crowded with people talking and laughing while enjoying their dishes. She had never been here before but immediately recognized the Italian dishes. The hostess greeted them politely with a smile and led them to a dimly lit alcove where a small table sat alone. The table was beautifully adorned in rose cotton and white lace under a glass top. A single candle burned in the...
Today was just another ordinary day summer day for Leigh Tracey, hot, no work since she was a teacher she had the summer off to enjoy doing whatever she pleased. Her beloved rose bushes had been trimmed and watered, her washing of panties, bras and sheets hung on her line. Exhausted, she sat in the shade of her prized cherry tree and watched as the crisp white fabric fluttered in the cool breeze. Laying back in the soothing grass she closed her eyes. As the grass tickled he bare legs, she...
Let's be honest, let's just be honest. You are trying to revive something that is already dead. She was thinking to herself while she was watching her face in the mirror preparing it to do her makeup. On the other side of the room, you could see a bed lined with expensive lingerie she bought just for this occasion. Nice black corset that perfectly fit her waistline and made her boobs even perkier, sexy pair of lace panties which would make access to a certain body part easier and a pair of...
Quickie SexA NIGHTMARE IN SILK AND LACE 4 By Cordellian With editing and additional loveliness by Rhonda Wagram Gemma Layton gazed around her new office with a deep and glowing sense of satisfaction. A traditional girl at heart, she had modelled the d?cor and layout on Don Draper's office in the TV series "Mad Men". There was a big desk with photos of her family displayed prominently, and an executive leather swivel chair with head rest and arm rests....
By G. lacy Panties This is part two of a story I wrote a little while ago Hopefully my writing is getting better or at least bearable as I work on my writing and editing skills! And yes for fun I changed the names from my original write to names from Dr Who just to see if anybody caught it or was a fan (thanks to those who noticed) Thrills and Frills in silk Satin and Lace part 2 Well I finished my first week in the shop and now it was Sunday. I got up late and...
Thrills and Frills in Silk Satin and Lace Part 4 Please read chapters 1-3 first I awoke early entwined with Amy and slowly untangled myself from her, got up went to the bathroom threw on a pair of my old jeans and a tee shirt and then made myself some tea, sat down and reviewed all that had happened to me. I went from a lonely young man homeless and jobless to a salesperson in a woman's boutique wearing and sometimes even modeling the clothes that we sold, and I was enjoying it,...
The Unbearable Lightness of Lace Dedicated to the genius that is Melissa Daniels AUTHOR'S NOTE: 'The Unbearable Lightness of Lace' is a serial story that I've been writing on the Locked in Lace interactive Force Fem role-play site run by Melissa Daniels, which originally took its inspiration from the 'Hotel' story by the equally talented genius that is Deborah Ford. While not quite finished yet, I have enough of the story in final draft form that I can begin compiling it for...
Stepping out of the limo Lacey relished the cool night air on her flushed body. Leaning against the cold metal for support she tried to calm her racing nerves. Never in her life would she view a limo the same again. Every inch of her screamed in need and demanded completion. How could he do that to her. He seemed so heartless sometimes. Bringing her to the brink of cumming only to stop and leave her hungry and unsated. Looking over at Antonio as he stepped out he looked so calm, unfazed even....
BDSMMOM’S SHEER AND SILKY LACE PANTYHOSEThis is my first story and it explains how I came to be “into” pantyhose.My love for pantyhose was established around the ages of 13-14. It all began one day when I saw pantyhose on mom’s dresser. A kinky curiosity washed over me and I took a pair to my room and put them on. I figured mom would never miss them because there were so many. As I put the pantyhose on I began to pop a boner and I loved it. Once I finished putting her pantyhose on I lay on my bed...
A Nightmare in Silk and Lace 3 by Cordellian (Dedicated to all the lovely girls on Fictionmania who have given me so much encouragement with their flattering reviews) (One) Dean had been quickly marched out through the rear door - the servant's entrance - of the hotel and into a staff compound where a transit van lay idle with its engine running. The rear doors were already open, offering a glimpse inside of two rows...
A Nightmare in Silk and Lace pt 5 by Cordellian (Dedicated to the lovely Annabel Barnes who has never failed to remind me to complete this story each and every time we've met at some dinner party or other...) 'Taking good care of our sissy' is the way Marina and Claire liked to describe it. They smiled at one another as Dean screamed, which he always did when the hard jet of cold water hit his skin. Coming so soon after the hot water from the shower, the shock was extreme to say...
It was a hot day in Maine and I awakened hot and sweaty, my nightgown was wet throughout and was bunched up around my waist, Robert my boyfriend at the time was watching me as I slept. “Its so hot just like Florida” I whispered to Robert. “come on, we can cool off In the shower” Robert followed me into the bathroom, I looked into the mirror watching Roberts face as I pulled my nightgown over my head, The fresh cool breeze wrapping around my body caused my nipples to harden, I could see...
IncestA NIGHTMARE IN SILK AND LACE Book One (One) "Do keep up Gemma," snapped Dean Prentice as he exited the courtesy car with his struggling secretary in tow. "You're slowing me down and in the cut and thrust world of high finance I can't afford to lag behind. Fortune favours the fleet of heel after all." "I'm sorry, Sir, but I've got the laptop, the files and all our luggage." Gemma had only managed to pile half the bags onto a hotel luggage trolley before Mr Prentice had set off...
The Lace Lease Dear Diary, Life has gotten a lot more interesting lately. I have to tell you. My roommate situation has changed dramatically over the past couple of months. Marchesa found a really good job but sadly she had to move. Luckily it was just in the next city over from us so we could still see her often but I was still pretty sad. It was a great opportunity for her and I didn't want to spoil it for her. She had become a very close friend to me and I didn't want to...