Mortimer and Myrtle A Love Story
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How we could get away is still such a mystery to me, but we are finally able to have the luxury of time on our side, uninterrupted. As I pack for our adventure I make sure to bring the red bag that holds His tools. These implements of pleasure and pain. I can only imagine how they will be used, or if. We have planned enough to have our time, but I know that this is just the start. I remember years ago, the ties that bind, toys that fill. The way I fell in love with this man. Now all these years later, in this place, at this time I am reminded of where we started.
I look around this small cabin. It is located in the woods, far away from the prying eyes of the world. It is our little word. It is ours for a long weekend away. It is a beautiful fall day and the leaves are turning luscious colors, ready to fall from the tree soon but not before we can benefit from the privacy of its colors. I look around at the home we are at and get excited by all of the possibilities. This has been so many years in the making and it is finally ours.
He was walking in the door carrying several bags and I unpack the groceries we picked up on the way here. I smile at him and he puts down the bags and comes over to kiss me. I can't stop smiling. As he looks around he says he has to investigate. I know what this means and I feel the warmth spread to my cheeks and between my legs. I know what he is looking for; the beginning of our own version of 24/7. I finish putting away the groceries, pour a glass of wine for each of us and go to the couch. In front of me is a sturdy looking table and in front of that a fireplace that you can see from any angle. I slip off my shoes, put my socked feet on the table and lean my head back on the couch. I'm content, I'm happy and I'm excited about what I know will come next.
He comes in from exploring, starts a fire and takes a seat next to me. grabs his wine in one hand and my hand in the other. It is in this quiet moment that I think again about how far we have come and how much I am in love with this man. He is my everything and I realize how much needed to happen just right for us to be here. I smile to myself and turn my head to look at him. He is deep in thought as he watches the fire burn in front of us. I know this has just begun.
This beautiful log cabin is in the perfect location to be away from people, but not so far away that we cant get out and about. As we sit staring at the fire we take this time to connect. Its that time between being away from each other for so long and getting into the life we crave with each other. I get up and excuse myself. I retreat to the master bedroom to get out of the travel clothes and start to fill the bathtub. It is a large deep tub. It is one that has jets around, the kind that digs deep into your muscles and helps you relax. I turn on the faucet and put my hand under the running water to find the perfect temperature. I'm pleased to find that there is not a lack of hot water.
While the tub is filling I strip out of my clothes and pin my hair up at the nape of my neck. I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror and I can see the lines that are starting around my face. Once I was so fresh-faced and naïve. In love with the idea of the thrill with my love. We broke every rule in the beginning. More than that we lied to ourselves about how and why we were breaking those rules. I smile at my reflection as I think about how far we have come. I look at the women staring back at me, she is a little worse for wear and thinner in some ways but creased in others. This body is his, no matter how I think it looks, it belongs to him. I walk the closet and grab a towel, walk to the tub and step in.
I feel the heat on my feet and legs and it is almost too much, but I know it will be perfect once my skin gets used to it. I slide my naked body into the tub and rest my head against the edge of the tub. I press the buttons to start the jets and I close my eyes. I tense my muscles and release them trying to remove the ache from the drive to the cabin. Stretching out as far as I can comfortably. I hear music in the other room and I the shuffle of him putting the food away and getting prepped for our dinner.
My mouth waters a little thinking of how much I look forward to dinner. We haven't eaten since earlier on the road and I can feel my stomach telling me it is time to get some food for energy. I concentrate on the water that is swirling around my body and the heat relaxing my body. I think about how I want that water to be his hands. His hands, like the water, have been on every part of my body. I'm not sure how he got such a detailed map of me, but there is never a time that I'm not turned on by his hands on my body. The thought warms me inside as much as the water has warmed my skin. I run my hands on the back of my neck and down my collar bone. I think of the collar I want him to put on me, to show the world that I belong to only him.
My hands travel down to my breasts and I feel my nipple stand to attention. I like the curve of my perfectly plump DDs. I think about how they will be handled later and it makes my stomach fill with butterflies. My hand travels down towards my navel and down between my legs. The wetness I feel is different from the wet of the water. It is slick and I'm sure on a dry surface it would be a bit sticky as well. I rub my fingers along the outer lips of my cunt. I can feel the excitement stirring in me as I think of what he has in store for me.
I hear the knob on the door turn and he walks into the bathroom, I open my eyes and watch him fill my wine glass again and then hold it close to my lips and encouraging me to take a sip. I lean in putting my lips on the smooth edge of the glass and watch his face and he pours the red fluid down my throat. I love how he watches me, and I love watching his face at the same time wondering what is on his mind. He sets the glass on the counter and comes back to the tub, I feel his hands on my shoulders as he rubs them to help relax my muscles. His touch alone makes me sink further into the tub, but I can feel the wetness between my legs and the throbbing as blood fills my clit and awakens to his hands on my skin. I make a stifled moan, trying to not give away how much my desire is fanned by this action. I open one of my eyes and look up at him to see if he has heard me. I can tell by his look and the slight smirk on his face that he has indeed heard.
His hands move to my chest and I feel him cradling my breast, first a soft caress, his hands gliding effortlessly in the water over my breasts. Without hesitation, he pinches my nipple. It is hard and striking against the rest of my body that is relaxed. You would think this action would make me jump, but instead, I push my chest out. I long for him to pinch harder. He doesn’t disappoint, he pinches both nipples hard and uses his chin to move my head to the side as he sinks his teeth into my soft neck. His bite hard and he pulses the bite going back and forth from hard to harder and back again. I know by the pressure this is causing that it will leave a mark on my neck. A mark that tells all who lays on it that I belong to him.
My breathing is getting stronger and harder. I feel his hand move to my hair and release the pin holding my hair up. My hair falls to my shoulders and he grabs it and pulls my head back. I can't move my head. I fix my eyes on him, he leans forward and slaps my breast, hard and fast. His hand is heavy as it lands on my wet skin. I moan and stare at him. I can feel my brain pumping the serotonin and I start to get that high. The high that makes my breathing faster and head swims. He smacks one breast and then the other.
He gets down next to the tub takes off his shirt and his pants and grabs a handful of hair again. He pulls it so I'm pressed against the tub. I'm in such a position that I can't move my upper body without causing more pain on my neck and hair. He smiles, he knows that I'm trying to move and having no luck. He takes his other hand and grabs me between my legs. Spreading my leg apart so he can feel me. He rubs my lips, using his fingers to pry them apart. He smiles more, he can feel how wet I am, even in the water. He strokes my clit as I try to hold still and take one finger and buries it deep inside my pussy. In and out slowly, painfully slow and then he speeds up the rhythm. One finger, then another and another. He uses his thumb to push hard on my clit and this makes me lift my hips to meet his hand. I still cannot move my head, but this allows him to watch my eyes. He knows that soon I will need to release. I will need to let go and let the orgasm he is working me towards out, but as soon as I have this thought he stops this movement.
He pulls me by my hair up to my knees on the tub. He pushes me down a bit and watches me wiggle as he moves me in front of one of the jets. When he feels my body shudder a bit, he leans in towards me and I feel his lips by my ear, kisses the side of my head and tells me that I may not move from the jet. I am to let the water push its way to my clit and he pushes a button on the side of the tub that increases the push of the water between my legs. I shudder and look at him, He knows that if I am here for much longer I will explode. Then he stands up and moves his hard cock towards my face. I open my mouth greedily. I want to feel his cock in my mouth and down my throat. He lets out a moan and I know he is pleased with how I'm working him with my tongue and throat. He makes sure I do not move from the water penetrating me and it is distracting to me. I keep my mind focused on his hard cock. I slowly take him all the way in and then pull him out so I am licking the head. Then back again.
I know he is pleased; his fingers are still wrapped around my hair and he is pushing himself hard into me. He is using my face, my mouth, my tongue as his toy and I am just that, his toy. He thrusts hard and hard to my using my hair as a handle to push my face closer to him. He is pounding me like the whore I am and he asks me if I'm ready for him. I try to vocalize that I am but he has to get my answer from my eyes saying I want to taste him. He pushes in as far as he can go and makes me slow down, in and out he goes until he lets out a scream and he fills my throat with his cum. I swallow his hot liquid down and keep him in my mouth while looking at him. He kisses the top of my head and starts to count down.
I tighten my thighs up pushing my clit closer to the jet that is pulsating me. I tighten my ass, my thighs and I close my eyes and it continues sending shocks to my cunt. I grip the side of the tub and put my head down on the edge. I move my hips, only slightly to get the water just so and by the time my love counts down from 5 to 1 I release a powerful orgasm. I can feel my release between my legs and while I try to keep still until he gives me permission to move I know that I'm sensitive and I will cum again if he doesn’t allow me to move. My whole body has released in this orgasm except my sex. I am still tight in my thighs and ass. I'm holding so tightly to the rim of the tub and I can feel the water tease me further. The pulse consistent and pressing on my swollen clit. I look up and him and the only words that come out, "Sir, please" and with his quick, "yes", I orgasm again, my clit swollen, my body tight and my eyes on my love.
He bends down and kisses me hard, he tells me to clean up, dry off and meet him in the living room. I smile and sit back in the tub. I wash my body quickly, and stand up and out of the tub. I dry off and I go to the bedroom to get clothes appropriate for dinner and pleasing my love.
We sit down to a meal and another bottle of wine. What comes next will come soon enough but for now, we have connected again, and we have gotten the thrill of learning each other again. We have gotten to feel our bodies together again and now we can relax and let whatever happens next happen. We eat a wonderful meal and drink our wine. The fire dancing in the fireplace. It feels like being home with my love.
I and my Love sat through dinner and spoke about the latest things happening in our lives, jobs, and politics. We stare deeply into each other eyes and enjoy the company of a partner a friend, a lover. The wine is going to my head and adds to the love-drunk feeling I have just being here with him. We finish our dinner full, content and happy. I help with the dishes and we clean them still drinking our wine and flirting with one another.
The day has been long with the beautiful fall drive to this cabin and making this place our home for the next few days. My body is happily sore from the hot bath and the intense release. We are laughing and ready to sit back in front of the fire.
I lay across the couch while he sits and I put my head on his thigh. He has his glass of wine in one hand and he is moving the hair away from my face as we stare into the dancing flames. It has been such a long road getting here. 10 years of ups and downs. We have shared many moments, laughed, loved and cried a river of tears. But we always end up together, happy content and wanting to be our best selves with each other.
As we stare into the flames I think back to our first contact. Like many people today we met online, of course not with our real names at first. We met on a site where we have similar interests and while I'm new to meeting people online, his sense of humor strikes me immediately. Up until he has reached out I have been contacted by a number of anonymous people that want to exert their control over me during our first discussion. I can't help but laugh at the impressions people feel will have an impact on another person. In fact, I am ready to give up having these new conversations, these people don’t speak to what I think I want. I don’t exactly know what I want or need, for that matter, but up until him, it was not the people I have met.
What made him stand out? He didn’t jump into an unrealistic banter. He didn’t even say much about himself in his introduction. He just wanted to know what brought me to this site and what I was curious about. He took the approach of a helpful friend and not an aggressor. I was so surprised I didn’t know what to think. But just like that, he sneaks in and knocks me off my feet.
As the flames dance in front of my eyes, I remember the excitement I felt when I would see a message from him, each getting more personal, we are talking about everything. I want to meet him, but I don’t know-how. We talk online real-time and we get closer and closer to the in-person introduction. I'm nervous, and scared, but the excitement is more of the feeling I remember. We broke so many rules.
In our first meeting, we meet in a parking lot. Neither of us knows who or what we would see. I remember him pulling up to the car and I'm thrown by how I immediately feel comfortable with him. It doesn’t feel like that awkward first meeting, it felt like… well, it felt like home. I smile at this memory knowing at the time that I didn’t know how often I would feel like this and how often I would say it.
I come back to the reality of now and look up from his lap to view him in his own thoughts in front of the fire. His eyes are far away from me right now but he is still running his fingers through my hair. I wonder what he has on his mind. I feel a touch insecure, a feeling that is never far from me, is he thinking about me, about us, about someone else. I don’t know why this feeling doesn’t go away. It is always the thought that grips my heart.
My thoughts move away to an earlier time again, I'm transported to the house on the court. My car has been left at a place far away and he takes me home. It is his, and hers, and I am not a welcomed guest that both would enjoy being there. I am his guest. I am bringing a secret into this space. I should feel bad or out of place, but the thought is both exciting and terrifying. I'm with this person, he makes me feel alive, he makes me feel home and yet it is hidden from the view of the world. It is our secret.
He has asked me to strip my clothes off and he finds the rope. I am naked and he leads me to the living room where he winds the rope around my wrists, they are placed behind my head and my torso is exposed. Then he pulls a bag of rubber bands out. I'm curious, I have never been tied in this way. He takes each rubber band one by one and he places them around my breasts. First the right, then the left. One band goes on, it doesn’t feel tight and my breast only feels the sensation of something there. I can see that doing this is making him more intense and watching me. I don’t know what to expect.
I watch what he is doing and each new band squeezes the base of my breast tighter. He moves his fingernail across my nipple and he might as well be sucking on it. The nipple stands at attention and it is sensitive. In fact, my entire breast is so sensitive and it is taking on a purplish tone. I'm feeling so high, just out of it. I'm excited and I'm wet between my legs. I can't recall ever feeling like this. Such a toy to this man. I'm looking at him, but it isn't clear, I am in my own la la land and I think he can tell this by looking in my eyes. He gives me a devious smile and pulls out his phone. He takes a picture of me in this tied upstate. It doesn’t feel dirty, not until I remember this is THEIR house, but the reaction my body is having doesn’t care. My sweet lips are dipping and throbbing. I want to feel his fingers or hand or toy inside my sex. I want relief from the heat that was taking over my body. What is happening to me?
This memory makes me smile when I hear him put the glass on the end table and he puts his hands on my face. He tells me it is time for us to get some sleep; it has been a very long day and we have so much to accomplish over the next few days. I know he is telling me that I am going to need my strength and I know I will. We get up, put our glasses in the sink and go to the bedroom to get ready for a night of much-needed slumber.
I look around this small cabin. It is located in the woods, far away from the prying eyes of the world. It is our little word. It is ours for a long weekend away. It is a beautiful fall day and the leaves are turning luscious colors, ready to fall from the tree soon but not before we can benefit from the privacy of its colors. I look around at the home we are at and get excited by all of the possibilities. This has been so many years in the making and it is finally ours.
He was walking in the door carrying several bags and I unpack the groceries we picked up on the way here. I smile at him and he puts down the bags and comes over to kiss me. I can't stop smiling. As he looks around he says he has to investigate. I know what this means and I feel the warmth spread to my cheeks and between my legs. I know what he is looking for; the beginning of our own version of 24/7. I finish putting away the groceries, pour a glass of wine for each of us and go to the couch. In front of me is a sturdy looking table and in front of that a fireplace that you can see from any angle. I slip off my shoes, put my socked feet on the table and lean my head back on the couch. I'm content, I'm happy and I'm excited about what I know will come next.
He comes in from exploring, starts a fire and takes a seat next to me. grabs his wine in one hand and my hand in the other. It is in this quiet moment that I think again about how far we have come and how much I am in love with this man. He is my everything and I realize how much needed to happen just right for us to be here. I smile to myself and turn my head to look at him. He is deep in thought as he watches the fire burn in front of us. I know this has just begun.
This beautiful log cabin is in the perfect location to be away from people, but not so far away that we cant get out and about. As we sit staring at the fire we take this time to connect. Its that time between being away from each other for so long and getting into the life we crave with each other. I get up and excuse myself. I retreat to the master bedroom to get out of the travel clothes and start to fill the bathtub. It is a large deep tub. It is one that has jets around, the kind that digs deep into your muscles and helps you relax. I turn on the faucet and put my hand under the running water to find the perfect temperature. I'm pleased to find that there is not a lack of hot water.
While the tub is filling I strip out of my clothes and pin my hair up at the nape of my neck. I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror and I can see the lines that are starting around my face. Once I was so fresh-faced and naïve. In love with the idea of the thrill with my love. We broke every rule in the beginning. More than that we lied to ourselves about how and why we were breaking those rules. I smile at my reflection as I think about how far we have come. I look at the women staring back at me, she is a little worse for wear and thinner in some ways but creased in others. This body is his, no matter how I think it looks, it belongs to him. I walk the closet and grab a towel, walk to the tub and step in.
I feel the heat on my feet and legs and it is almost too much, but I know it will be perfect once my skin gets used to it. I slide my naked body into the tub and rest my head against the edge of the tub. I press the buttons to start the jets and I close my eyes. I tense my muscles and release them trying to remove the ache from the drive to the cabin. Stretching out as far as I can comfortably. I hear music in the other room and I the shuffle of him putting the food away and getting prepped for our dinner.
My mouth waters a little thinking of how much I look forward to dinner. We haven't eaten since earlier on the road and I can feel my stomach telling me it is time to get some food for energy. I concentrate on the water that is swirling around my body and the heat relaxing my body. I think about how I want that water to be his hands. His hands, like the water, have been on every part of my body. I'm not sure how he got such a detailed map of me, but there is never a time that I'm not turned on by his hands on my body. The thought warms me inside as much as the water has warmed my skin. I run my hands on the back of my neck and down my collar bone. I think of the collar I want him to put on me, to show the world that I belong to only him.
My hands travel down to my breasts and I feel my nipple stand to attention. I like the curve of my perfectly plump DDs. I think about how they will be handled later and it makes my stomach fill with butterflies. My hand travels down towards my navel and down between my legs. The wetness I feel is different from the wet of the water. It is slick and I'm sure on a dry surface it would be a bit sticky as well. I rub my fingers along the outer lips of my cunt. I can feel the excitement stirring in me as I think of what he has in store for me.
I hear the knob on the door turn and he walks into the bathroom, I open my eyes and watch him fill my wine glass again and then hold it close to my lips and encouraging me to take a sip. I lean in putting my lips on the smooth edge of the glass and watch his face and he pours the red fluid down my throat. I love how he watches me, and I love watching his face at the same time wondering what is on his mind. He sets the glass on the counter and comes back to the tub, I feel his hands on my shoulders as he rubs them to help relax my muscles. His touch alone makes me sink further into the tub, but I can feel the wetness between my legs and the throbbing as blood fills my clit and awakens to his hands on my skin. I make a stifled moan, trying to not give away how much my desire is fanned by this action. I open one of my eyes and look up at him to see if he has heard me. I can tell by his look and the slight smirk on his face that he has indeed heard.
His hands move to my chest and I feel him cradling my breast, first a soft caress, his hands gliding effortlessly in the water over my breasts. Without hesitation, he pinches my nipple. It is hard and striking against the rest of my body that is relaxed. You would think this action would make me jump, but instead, I push my chest out. I long for him to pinch harder. He doesn’t disappoint, he pinches both nipples hard and uses his chin to move my head to the side as he sinks his teeth into my soft neck. His bite hard and he pulses the bite going back and forth from hard to harder and back again. I know by the pressure this is causing that it will leave a mark on my neck. A mark that tells all who lays on it that I belong to him.
My breathing is getting stronger and harder. I feel his hand move to my hair and release the pin holding my hair up. My hair falls to my shoulders and he grabs it and pulls my head back. I can't move my head. I fix my eyes on him, he leans forward and slaps my breast, hard and fast. His hand is heavy as it lands on my wet skin. I moan and stare at him. I can feel my brain pumping the serotonin and I start to get that high. The high that makes my breathing faster and head swims. He smacks one breast and then the other.
He gets down next to the tub takes off his shirt and his pants and grabs a handful of hair again. He pulls it so I'm pressed against the tub. I'm in such a position that I can't move my upper body without causing more pain on my neck and hair. He smiles, he knows that I'm trying to move and having no luck. He takes his other hand and grabs me between my legs. Spreading my leg apart so he can feel me. He rubs my lips, using his fingers to pry them apart. He smiles more, he can feel how wet I am, even in the water. He strokes my clit as I try to hold still and take one finger and buries it deep inside my pussy. In and out slowly, painfully slow and then he speeds up the rhythm. One finger, then another and another. He uses his thumb to push hard on my clit and this makes me lift my hips to meet his hand. I still cannot move my head, but this allows him to watch my eyes. He knows that soon I will need to release. I will need to let go and let the orgasm he is working me towards out, but as soon as I have this thought he stops this movement.
He pulls me by my hair up to my knees on the tub. He pushes me down a bit and watches me wiggle as he moves me in front of one of the jets. When he feels my body shudder a bit, he leans in towards me and I feel his lips by my ear, kisses the side of my head and tells me that I may not move from the jet. I am to let the water push its way to my clit and he pushes a button on the side of the tub that increases the push of the water between my legs. I shudder and look at him, He knows that if I am here for much longer I will explode. Then he stands up and moves his hard cock towards my face. I open my mouth greedily. I want to feel his cock in my mouth and down my throat. He lets out a moan and I know he is pleased with how I'm working him with my tongue and throat. He makes sure I do not move from the water penetrating me and it is distracting to me. I keep my mind focused on his hard cock. I slowly take him all the way in and then pull him out so I am licking the head. Then back again.
I know he is pleased; his fingers are still wrapped around my hair and he is pushing himself hard into me. He is using my face, my mouth, my tongue as his toy and I am just that, his toy. He thrusts hard and hard to my using my hair as a handle to push my face closer to him. He is pounding me like the whore I am and he asks me if I'm ready for him. I try to vocalize that I am but he has to get my answer from my eyes saying I want to taste him. He pushes in as far as he can go and makes me slow down, in and out he goes until he lets out a scream and he fills my throat with his cum. I swallow his hot liquid down and keep him in my mouth while looking at him. He kisses the top of my head and starts to count down.
I tighten my thighs up pushing my clit closer to the jet that is pulsating me. I tighten my ass, my thighs and I close my eyes and it continues sending shocks to my cunt. I grip the side of the tub and put my head down on the edge. I move my hips, only slightly to get the water just so and by the time my love counts down from 5 to 1 I release a powerful orgasm. I can feel my release between my legs and while I try to keep still until he gives me permission to move I know that I'm sensitive and I will cum again if he doesn’t allow me to move. My whole body has released in this orgasm except my sex. I am still tight in my thighs and ass. I'm holding so tightly to the rim of the tub and I can feel the water tease me further. The pulse consistent and pressing on my swollen clit. I look up and him and the only words that come out, "Sir, please" and with his quick, "yes", I orgasm again, my clit swollen, my body tight and my eyes on my love.
He bends down and kisses me hard, he tells me to clean up, dry off and meet him in the living room. I smile and sit back in the tub. I wash my body quickly, and stand up and out of the tub. I dry off and I go to the bedroom to get clothes appropriate for dinner and pleasing my love.
We sit down to a meal and another bottle of wine. What comes next will come soon enough but for now, we have connected again, and we have gotten the thrill of learning each other again. We have gotten to feel our bodies together again and now we can relax and let whatever happens next happen. We eat a wonderful meal and drink our wine. The fire dancing in the fireplace. It feels like being home with my love.
I and my Love sat through dinner and spoke about the latest things happening in our lives, jobs, and politics. We stare deeply into each other eyes and enjoy the company of a partner a friend, a lover. The wine is going to my head and adds to the love-drunk feeling I have just being here with him. We finish our dinner full, content and happy. I help with the dishes and we clean them still drinking our wine and flirting with one another.
The day has been long with the beautiful fall drive to this cabin and making this place our home for the next few days. My body is happily sore from the hot bath and the intense release. We are laughing and ready to sit back in front of the fire.
I lay across the couch while he sits and I put my head on his thigh. He has his glass of wine in one hand and he is moving the hair away from my face as we stare into the dancing flames. It has been such a long road getting here. 10 years of ups and downs. We have shared many moments, laughed, loved and cried a river of tears. But we always end up together, happy content and wanting to be our best selves with each other.
As we stare into the flames I think back to our first contact. Like many people today we met online, of course not with our real names at first. We met on a site where we have similar interests and while I'm new to meeting people online, his sense of humor strikes me immediately. Up until he has reached out I have been contacted by a number of anonymous people that want to exert their control over me during our first discussion. I can't help but laugh at the impressions people feel will have an impact on another person. In fact, I am ready to give up having these new conversations, these people don’t speak to what I think I want. I don’t exactly know what I want or need, for that matter, but up until him, it was not the people I have met.
What made him stand out? He didn’t jump into an unrealistic banter. He didn’t even say much about himself in his introduction. He just wanted to know what brought me to this site and what I was curious about. He took the approach of a helpful friend and not an aggressor. I was so surprised I didn’t know what to think. But just like that, he sneaks in and knocks me off my feet.
As the flames dance in front of my eyes, I remember the excitement I felt when I would see a message from him, each getting more personal, we are talking about everything. I want to meet him, but I don’t know-how. We talk online real-time and we get closer and closer to the in-person introduction. I'm nervous, and scared, but the excitement is more of the feeling I remember. We broke so many rules.
In our first meeting, we meet in a parking lot. Neither of us knows who or what we would see. I remember him pulling up to the car and I'm thrown by how I immediately feel comfortable with him. It doesn’t feel like that awkward first meeting, it felt like… well, it felt like home. I smile at this memory knowing at the time that I didn’t know how often I would feel like this and how often I would say it.
I come back to the reality of now and look up from his lap to view him in his own thoughts in front of the fire. His eyes are far away from me right now but he is still running his fingers through my hair. I wonder what he has on his mind. I feel a touch insecure, a feeling that is never far from me, is he thinking about me, about us, about someone else. I don’t know why this feeling doesn’t go away. It is always the thought that grips my heart.
My thoughts move away to an earlier time again, I'm transported to the house on the court. My car has been left at a place far away and he takes me home. It is his, and hers, and I am not a welcomed guest that both would enjoy being there. I am his guest. I am bringing a secret into this space. I should feel bad or out of place, but the thought is both exciting and terrifying. I'm with this person, he makes me feel alive, he makes me feel home and yet it is hidden from the view of the world. It is our secret.
He has asked me to strip my clothes off and he finds the rope. I am naked and he leads me to the living room where he winds the rope around my wrists, they are placed behind my head and my torso is exposed. Then he pulls a bag of rubber bands out. I'm curious, I have never been tied in this way. He takes each rubber band one by one and he places them around my breasts. First the right, then the left. One band goes on, it doesn’t feel tight and my breast only feels the sensation of something there. I can see that doing this is making him more intense and watching me. I don’t know what to expect.
I watch what he is doing and each new band squeezes the base of my breast tighter. He moves his fingernail across my nipple and he might as well be sucking on it. The nipple stands at attention and it is sensitive. In fact, my entire breast is so sensitive and it is taking on a purplish tone. I'm feeling so high, just out of it. I'm excited and I'm wet between my legs. I can't recall ever feeling like this. Such a toy to this man. I'm looking at him, but it isn't clear, I am in my own la la land and I think he can tell this by looking in my eyes. He gives me a devious smile and pulls out his phone. He takes a picture of me in this tied upstate. It doesn’t feel dirty, not until I remember this is THEIR house, but the reaction my body is having doesn’t care. My sweet lips are dipping and throbbing. I want to feel his fingers or hand or toy inside my sex. I want relief from the heat that was taking over my body. What is happening to me?
This memory makes me smile when I hear him put the glass on the end table and he puts his hands on my face. He tells me it is time for us to get some sleep; it has been a very long day and we have so much to accomplish over the next few days. I know he is telling me that I am going to need my strength and I know I will. We get up, put our glasses in the sink and go to the bedroom to get ready for a night of much-needed slumber.
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