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We are but creatures of customs and habits, in the machinery of life, cogs in constant movement within systems and networks, constantly revolving.
PART I : WAKING
Max, a man, a one such cog that revolves around time preordained by employment-life-leisure-lust-and all the other bits in the metaphorical conveyor belt. Like any other usual morning, the alarm buzzed and vibrated on his cell phone, as the bright morning light fluttered through the windows of the bedroom. His hands reached for the phone to turn off the familiar buzzing-vibrations, besides the bed…a hand gently rested on his belly, just above his crotch, his cock erect, present and stiff…result of a flickering moment of lewd thoughts he consumed before sleeping. He traced back his memory to images he fell asleep to, on the various nefarious consumable sites one visits, mostly the ever popular ‘Pornhub.’ He remembered coming across an image of an exquisite beauty with a sensual smile, supple breasts and long wavy auburn hair…he tried to recall the name, the chore he decided better suited for another time, but he did remember her as an exotic Hungarian beauty. For our purposes of this little tale, she is named Nina.
Max thought of the image, of Nina, she was bare, naked, exposed…seated on a bed that overlooked a tropical jungle with large banana like leaves growing in the background, like the painting ‘Dream’ by Henri Rousseau. She was looking to the side of the window, head slightly turned, her wavy auburn hair ruffled yet flowed down her shoulder and around her voluminous sensual breasts. There was a glimmer in her rouge velvet lips that was slightly parted and complimented her gray green eyes, like seaweed in moonlight. The image was enticing and captivating that invited anticipation. Max’s cock stirred and twitched as he thought of the image. The notorious morning wood possessed by visions of lust.
A hand lay on Max’s belly, flat, on the base, feeling the vibrations of the stirring cock, it slowly glided down and felt the cock…the hand felt, with soft touches, the shaft pulsating and inflating into a rigid tool, veins and muscles, formed into the tower. The hand on his belly felt it and slowly touched the cock, feeling the shaft, with fingers that exerted gentle pressure of contact, feeling the muscles and veins. Max enjoyed, the touch, the contact…his eyes still closed, head tilted back, savoring the surreal moments of being in between sleeping and waking…being in between the dream accompanied by subtle physical contact. But alas, the alarm, buzzed and vibrated once again breaking the savory contact from the desirable state of lovely contact of the hand.
Max shut off the alarm completely and touched the hand that was around his cock and slowly moved it away from him, with a gentle firmness, an unspoken gesture for, ‘It’s time to wake up.’ As he rose out of bed, his cock was still erect and hard as ever, but like a cog he had to join the other wheels in the system at the designated time. The hand retracted back under the covers, the room now filled with morning light, with his cock pointed as a spear, he walked naked to the bathroom.
PART II: A SHOWER
Eventually, with a stiff ache, he emptied the bladder, as his mind was still rooted in the imagery of the lustful temptress. Peeing with a stiff cook is a challenge in the morning, one has to hold the penis in the right angle and exert a fair amount of pressure from within. After all the rituals of expunging and cleansing, the lukewarm water poured out from the shower head. The bright morning light came through the bathroom window. He began to soap his body, white lather and bubbles formed, clung onto his dark nut brown skin, a contrast of colors. Max was a fairly skinny tall man, in his late thirties, with medium length black hair matching the short curly pubic hair. The water poured on to his black hair and drizzled down his body. Feeling the warmth of the water and soft lather of the soap on his skin he began to touch his cock. The cock throbbed in his hands as he began to slide his palm and fingers around it as he imaged the image of Nina, with intent, with lust, with desire. It was an experience - of knowing oneself through touches, through contact. He imagined Nina once more recalling the details of the image, the bed overlooking the giant banana leaves. She was touching her own breasts as she slowly spread her elegant legs to show her desirable valley, while she smiled. A tempting invitation to play, to bond, to feel.
At that very moment, on the other side of the shower curtain Zoe, the person, whose hand was touching Max’s cock woke and slowly and quietly walked to the bathroom and peeked into through the open door. She saw the silhouette of Max projected on the shower curtain, like a shadow puppet theater of masturbation. She stood on the doorway of the bathroom, the light coming from the bathroom, touched half of her tall slender body, she was in between light and dark, the shadow was at an angle on her. The angular line of shadow was on her perky nipple, following the curve of her breast the shadow line went down to her hips. Her brunette morning hair, shuffled, glowed in the light as she quietly watched Max’s performance on the shower curtain. The play of shadows fascinated her - excited with ideas of anticipation and desire, she had a maniacal witty smile.
Max was unaware of Zoe’s presence, of being watched, as he enjoyed the warm water drizzling down his back. His eyes were closed and his mind was captivated by carnal desire. He thought of Nina’s legs, the curves of her thighs and her cunt that made his cock twitch. The texture of the folds of her pussy, he imagined the skin, the taste and the warm invitation to explore. It was not just a performance but a visceral experience with oneself, simulating a desired dream…His right hand gripped his cock, the soap lubricating the motion while his left hand wandered slowly down his body from his chest to his belly, to the base of his cock. Imagining, simulating the feel of Nina’s hands floating down his body. Feeling the pressure of his own contact as he imagined kissing Nina’s feet, working slowly up her legs, to her thighs…until coming up to the valley while his hands were touching her smooth skin of her body. He imagined kissing the folds of her inner lips until parting it with his tongue…playing with the pearl of desire. His fingertips gliding down the sides of her body to her hips and her thighs. He imagined the feel of licking her pussy, driving his tongue around the clit and around the folds, having his mind conjure up smells, tastes and textures as he explored her inner sanctum. Lubricating the thoughts of desire with visceral imagery of oral play,being able to stimulate another with pleasure is a potent aphrodisiac in itself. His cock was stiff, the warm water dripped around it as his hands vigorously stroked away, as he wandered the taste of Nina’s climax, the sounds she would be making and the taste of her cum. His mind drifted from the wet cunt to a more bestial desire…to fucking. He turned Nina around, with a complete view of her back, her hair on her shoulders, her lovely ass, the slit that ran down in the middle, her thighs parted, feet stuck out towards him, she was in an inviting position. Her luscious rump sticking out wavering, her head leaned upwards with her hair flowing down, she looked at him from behind…her rouge lipstick stained lips glimmered with a smile. He took his cock and entered her wet pussy, slowly feeling the warmth of her insides, feeling the juices and muscle around his cock. At this time his left hand touched his testicles, and wandered down to the small area in between his penis and anus. He pressed in, putting pressure as his right hand moved around his cock, the soap melting down his body and his mind was lost in fucking. Fucking Nina from behind as he grabbed her body with his hands. His finger slowly entered within his anus, feeling the sensation of pressure, he thrust his pelvis out and leaned back, making his cock stand out.
Zoe was amazed by what she saw in the shadow play, she quietly approached closer looking at Max’s shadow, of his cock extended and ready. She took the sash off from the robe that was hanging on the bathroom walls, quietly like a huntress moved with stealth.
Max was now completely captivated and entrapped within the images of fucking, his cock sliding in and out of Nina’s wet pussy one of his hands gripping the side of her neck, feeling her long auburn hair and the other hand touching one of her supple breasts, feeling the soft fleshy mound and nipple. Imaging her moan in ecstasy.
Inch by inch the huntress moved closer…
As Max was about to be released from the thralls of pleasure, his body began to pulsate.
And just at that moment….
Zoe moved with a prowess and stealth of a valicoraptor. Max’s eyes were still closed, his consciousness trapped within the grips of the moments of orgasms and did not sense the presence of Zoe right in front of him in the bathtub. Just as he was about to cum, Zoe touched the tip of his cock, with one hand and moved closer to it…Max caught by the surprise of the contact, teleported back from the melange of carnal fantasy, breaking the grip from the simulated presence with images of Nina and returned to reality within a fraction of a second. He yelped in surprise, as he saw Zoe in the shower with him, he looked at her transfixed, his hand was still gripped around the base of his cock, while the other hand with the finger remained within the edge of his anus. Zoe held the tip of his cock, pulsating, seeking to be released. She began to touch it, rotating the palm of her hand around the soapy cock. Her other hand touching his chest, feeling the soapy dark hairs. She pushed him back gently but with a firmness, as the water poured down his body to his cock, washing the soap revealing his smooth dark skin. Zoe then took, his stiff cock, into her mouth. and began sucking it, her warm delicate mouth took the cock in, while her tongue wrapped around the shaft. The water poured all over the two bodies. The contact of Zoe’s mouth and her hand on his body…drove the engine of his lust…his head tilted back as he moved his pelvis…completely captivated by Zoe’s skillful action.
At this moment I invite you dear reader, to imagine being on the other side of shower curtain - observing the shadow play…the carnal act of two bodies in the act of a seductive oral play. A blow job simplified within images of shadows and shapes…imagine the atmosphere of the bathroom, the sounds of water pouring through, the morning light perforating through the window accompanied by subtle sounds of moans, result of the act.
Max moved his hands to Zoe’s head, just feeling her wet brunette hair, holding it, his body began to stiffen and his testicles retracted, “Holy fuck,” he yelped. Zoe knew he was about to cum, she stopped her delightful attentive sucking actions and held his cock, below her chin as one hand vigorously went up and down the shaft while the other clasped his balls. Within moments Max released his cum, flurrying out onto Zoe’s chest. The water dripped down the cock, washing the thick cum as it run down her cleavage.. Zoe kissed the tip of Max’s cock and licked the side….making Max twitch, as his cock was sensitive with pleasure, as if a pressure valve has been set off venting out steam, still shaking from the experience. His cock was sensitive, Max felt the warm relief after cumming…a final act of release from the thralls of lust, or so he thought.
Zoe had a big smile on her face as she looked into Max’s face, relaxed, relieved, the cock was still semi hard, sensitive from the the contact of touches and pleasurable acts of being sucked on by a provocative huntress. Max’s hands were still holding Zoe’s wet hair, like strands of wet oil paint. Zoe, moved back and stopped back and finally left go of his cock, as it flopped down, with water dripping from its tip. She quickly picked up the sash that was on the ledge of the bathtub and stood up. Her wet slender body glowed, as the light shimmered on her wet skin. She quickly tied Max’s hands with the sash, she looked at him maniacally, with a smirk, she tied the sash tightly around his hands. He looked surprised, “But I have to go to work,“ Max spoke out softly.
"Oh! You are required for servicing first, and perhaps we will talk about your release afterwards.” She spoke with a wink as she took his tied hands and led him out of the bathtub.
Part III: SERVICE
Zoe led Max into the living room, holding his bound hands like a submissive wet puppy. He welcomed the interruption in the daily routine. “This will be a pleasurable morning,” he thought to himself. Zoe on the other hand felt in control, like a huntress, leading her captured prey, in command of her demands. The morning light perforated through the Ikea curtains, hand drawn trees with flora on a simple white sheet, spots of light played around the room called forth by the gentle breeze. Both Zoe and Max was drenched in water, the droplets on their skin glimmered. Zoe sat on a large brown couch, a sensual queen, her legs on top of the cushion displaying the curves of her body.. She was leaned back, her chest out, the milky breast with perky nipple stood out,, as droplets of water rolled down her nipples. Max was on his knees on the floor and in front of the Zoe, looking at her, a regal huntress in control of temptation and desire, his cock began to stir again.
The stage, a simple living room, with various objects of art on the wall, records lay around the floor and shelves of books. A grey carpet on the floor on which Max knelt on, and the light coming through the curtain that gently perforated through the windows.. This was the stage, a theater in which many of us take part in the ritualistic couplings of pleasure and lust.
Zoe spread her legs, slowly like a curtain in a theater going up for the first act, giving Max the full display of her pussy, the folds of the skin, how it formed petals of lust. The curves that connected her thighs to her valley, the little bit of auburn fur that contrasted her skin. Zoe moved one of her hands to her pussy and with a finger tapped on it, a gestural motion for Max, to taste the petals, a motion to bring the huntress to ecstasy. A contrast from the simulated lucid dream state that entrapped Max. Max, understood all the gesture of the game. He moved his tied hands along the edges of her left knee following the curves down to her pussy, lightly touching the skin, his hands rested below the belly button, feeling her breathe. He slowly approached her. He kissed the top of her clit, softly with his lips. The contact between the lips and the little pearl was electrifying, for both of them. It was an subtle yet intense moment of first contact, a contact that will lead down a path of inevitable delight. He slowly moved his lips down, keeping the slightest of contact with the skin, exploring, the shapes, the texture, the feel, the taste…Zoe relaxed back into the couch, feeling and enjoying the moments of being served. The anticipation starting to build, her eyes closed as she drifted into a mode of stimulated relaxation. Max now started licking Zoe’s pussy, his tongue gently traveling along the folds, the crevasse, licking and parting the labia…until he again came to the clit. Zoe started to moan, as she experienced the relief of anticipation, the wet tongue revolved around her pearl as Max sucked on it, saliva dripping down her slit. He licked her clit like an attentive puppy, wanting to please his huntress. He licked the entrance of her pussy, tasting the familiar texture of her channel. She was moaning louder now, her eyes closed and head leaned back, feeling bliss. Max used his bound hands, the tips of his finger to touch the entrance of her pussy, slowly parting it with one finger and pushing it in while he began to suck and lick her clit.
“Oh Fuck!” Was the customary reply we often hear at moments such as this when one taps on the doorbell of ecstasy…like a ringing doorbell. And at this moment the sounds by Zoe was similar to those noises of ecstasy.
“Oh Fuck!” Zoe moaned, as her hands held Max’s head, fingertips buried within the thick black wet hair, feeling his skull as he pleasured her. His fingers exploring deep within her as his tongue licked on, up and around, the saliva mixed with her own fluids flowed down her slit. She controlled the tempo and location of his tongue by moving his head, like a well trained horse, max knew the customary touches on his head. She moved her hands from Max’s head and placed it right below her navel, with the palm of her hands she excreted pressure, making her clit protruded out. She lifted her hips, moving it and gripping Max with her thighs. Max was locked in place and the only way of getting released from Zoe’s clutches would be to pleasuring her to ecstasy, which he greatly enjoyed, as his cock began to stir and harden.
“Oh god don’t stop…oh god…” she kept repeating in moans and pants. Zoe was at the edge of completely being taken over by thralls of ecstasy. In the final moments, she screamed.. Her juices flowing out, her body gave a final twitch, as she cursed loudly…a moment of unbearable intensity of pleasure that stiffened her body, a Rigor-mortis his fingers were deep inside her, feeling the pulsating moments, making his cock arise. Feeding of from the essence of Zoe’s ecstasy his desire manifested in the physical form - his rigid cock, waiting to feel her, wanting to fuck her. Max continued to lick Zoe as she orgasmed in waves. Until Zoe could not take it anymore, a moment where pleasure turns into torture, she slowly recovered, sitting up slightly and pulling Max away from her crotch. His mouth, dripping with fluids, mixture of saliva and Zoe’s cum.
The sunlight danced around the room, it was beyond the morning hour. Max was gravely late to work. However, he was captivated by the task at hand and controlled by the urges to meld into Zoe. Also, he was delighted by the notion of playing hooky,, a chance to step away from the ordained system’ a break from being a cog.
Part IV: A FUCK
Max’s hands were still tied, his face moist with the traces of Zoe’s ecstasy. Zoe sat on the couch relaxed, eyes half closed, feeling the drifts of pleasures. Max was standing in front of her looking at her crotch, her pussy, wet, glistening in the morning light. His cock was hard as ever seeing Zoe, escaping from the jaws of ecstasy excited him. Seeing her collapsed. Zoe moved down, her upper body was on the cushion of the couch, contrasting her smooth milky skin. She moved her legs up exposing her cunt, “Well what are you waiting for,” she said to Max, the permission he was patiently waiting for. Max, with his tied hands positioned his cock, rubbing it slowly up and down Zoe’s wet slit, the contact between the tip of his cock and her clit, was an electrifying knock, a beginning of the spark that leads into the lustful entanglement. Max took his time teasing Zoe with his cock, making her wait in anticipation, using the tip to slowly explore the ridges of her slit, touching the gates to the entrance, it was a game as Max wanted nothing more than to slide his cock into Zoe and fuck her brains out, but making Zoe wait, making her body into an automaton controlled by lust and desired was a power play. Max was a pup with a bone, a bone that made Zoe ache and moan. Zoe finally screamed, “Oh for fuck sake! Just…” As she was finishing her sentence Max pushed his cock inside her, making Zoe yelp, in contentment. Max, left his cock inside her feeling the texture of warmth and flesh embracing his cock, a moment of recto verso, contacts of electrifying pleasures and ending anticipation. His cock was all the way in her, it filled her pussy, filled his desires to be within her, filled her ecstasy. Zoe’s leg was on Max’s shoulder, her ass was slightly off the couch, her hair sprawled out. Max slowly moved his cock around, feeling her inside with his tool. Zoe was in bliss, the water droplets evaporated from her body, as sweat began to form around her skin. She enjoyed the pleasurable moments of slowly feeling Max’s cock within her, his body making contact with her own. Moments later Max started increasing his tempo, fucking Zoe, a little faster and harder with each stroke, leaving his cock inside her for a few seconds before pushing it. They were both interlocked by the process, siphoning lust and desire from each other. Max put Zoe’s legs down and moved closer to her, Zoe moved her hands and undid the knot that tied Max’s hands, all the while Max kept fucking away. Zoe released Max, a gesture to assume control, for him to take her how he pleased. Max put his hands underneath Zoe’s back, coiling around her like a snake, pushing her closer to him. As Max pushed his cock in, he finally moved in to kiss Zoe, their lips and tongue made contact, sweet and electrifying, they were locked in, physically joined with each other and mentally. Tongue , saliva, cock, sweat, cunt, juices, body, heat, moans, etc…. all wrapped and coiled into an experience. Zoe’s hands were on Max’s back, nails digging into his skin while Max kissed the side of her neck occasionally nibbling on the ear lobes Holding her body closer to his, her breast squeezed on his chest, her legs wrapped around his back. Max scooped Zoe up off the couch, his cock still inside her. They looked at each other as max began to fuck her while standing. Zoe was in bliss, enjoying being held, feeling Max’s frame as he supported her. Her juices ran down his cock. Zoe’s eyes closed her head tilted back as she came again. Max could feel her weight, his thighs and knees tiring from the activity, but he felt invigorated from Zoe’s orgasm, and kept fucking her.
A wind blew the curtains, the cold air wrapping their bodies. At this moment dear reader, if you happen to pass by this particular window, you would see through the fluttering curtain, the stage in which a sculpture, a male body holding up a woman, legs wrapped around his hip, head tilted back in moment of bliss.
Part V: A RELEASE
Max was finally tired from holding Zoe up his legs began to shake. He put Zoe down on the couch, his cock slide out glistening with the Zoe’s cum. Zoe looked at it, as it stood out like, a sculpted flesh, solidified by wanton lust and desires…an instrument. Zoe climbed down the couch and turned around, she was on her knees on the carpet, her legs spread out, her luscious ass sticking out, exposing the wet channel, crevasse of lust, her hands gripped the couch cushion, anchoring her into the position, she knew full well what would follow and welcomed it. Max’s tool twitched as he viewed Zoe’s position, see her milky flesh, the shapely milky ass exposed, inviting him to take her, to fuck her. Max positioned himself behind her and slowly pushed in his cock inside Zoe’s pussy, feeling the electrifying sensation of contact between the flesh again. He moved one of his hands around her hip to touch her clit, while the other hand gripped the back of her neck. Zoe was completely in Max’s mercy, as they both succumbed to the a****listic nature. It was a level, a time when lust and desire takes control of one’s body and we become slave to the chemical, pheromone enhanced desires. Max gave in to the desire, he fucked away harder and harder, his fingers moving around Zoe’s clit, his cock moving like a piston within her, powered by the base desire to achieve the pinnacle, Sweat poured down Max’s back, Zoe’s moans filled the room. Both were close, intertwined with the moment….Zoe yelped, as she pushed her pelvis against Max’s cock, cumming once again and at very contact of her pulsating flesh Max buried his cock with a final push, his body spasming as he came inside her, they were both cumming at the same time. and in turn by the contact of his release Zoe came with him.
The act completed, they both gasped for breath, body sweating, Max’s cock still inside her pulsating with the beat of their hearts, pacing slower as he drifted inwards in bliss. For a few moments, their desires took them away from the humdrum systems of work. The phone vibrated with messages and emails as it was past the hour of the designated time. Max collapsed on Zoe, relaxed and in a state of bliss.
“Are you going to work” asked Zoe softly.
“Hmm…I’m going to take a sick day and find various activities to recuperate” Max said as his cock stirred around inside Zoe.
PART I : WAKING
Max, a man, a one such cog that revolves around time preordained by employment-life-leisure-lust-and all the other bits in the metaphorical conveyor belt. Like any other usual morning, the alarm buzzed and vibrated on his cell phone, as the bright morning light fluttered through the windows of the bedroom. His hands reached for the phone to turn off the familiar buzzing-vibrations, besides the bed…a hand gently rested on his belly, just above his crotch, his cock erect, present and stiff…result of a flickering moment of lewd thoughts he consumed before sleeping. He traced back his memory to images he fell asleep to, on the various nefarious consumable sites one visits, mostly the ever popular ‘Pornhub.’ He remembered coming across an image of an exquisite beauty with a sensual smile, supple breasts and long wavy auburn hair…he tried to recall the name, the chore he decided better suited for another time, but he did remember her as an exotic Hungarian beauty. For our purposes of this little tale, she is named Nina.
Max thought of the image, of Nina, she was bare, naked, exposed…seated on a bed that overlooked a tropical jungle with large banana like leaves growing in the background, like the painting ‘Dream’ by Henri Rousseau. She was looking to the side of the window, head slightly turned, her wavy auburn hair ruffled yet flowed down her shoulder and around her voluminous sensual breasts. There was a glimmer in her rouge velvet lips that was slightly parted and complimented her gray green eyes, like seaweed in moonlight. The image was enticing and captivating that invited anticipation. Max’s cock stirred and twitched as he thought of the image. The notorious morning wood possessed by visions of lust.
A hand lay on Max’s belly, flat, on the base, feeling the vibrations of the stirring cock, it slowly glided down and felt the cock…the hand felt, with soft touches, the shaft pulsating and inflating into a rigid tool, veins and muscles, formed into the tower. The hand on his belly felt it and slowly touched the cock, feeling the shaft, with fingers that exerted gentle pressure of contact, feeling the muscles and veins. Max enjoyed, the touch, the contact…his eyes still closed, head tilted back, savoring the surreal moments of being in between sleeping and waking…being in between the dream accompanied by subtle physical contact. But alas, the alarm, buzzed and vibrated once again breaking the savory contact from the desirable state of lovely contact of the hand.
Max shut off the alarm completely and touched the hand that was around his cock and slowly moved it away from him, with a gentle firmness, an unspoken gesture for, ‘It’s time to wake up.’ As he rose out of bed, his cock was still erect and hard as ever, but like a cog he had to join the other wheels in the system at the designated time. The hand retracted back under the covers, the room now filled with morning light, with his cock pointed as a spear, he walked naked to the bathroom.
PART II: A SHOWER
Eventually, with a stiff ache, he emptied the bladder, as his mind was still rooted in the imagery of the lustful temptress. Peeing with a stiff cook is a challenge in the morning, one has to hold the penis in the right angle and exert a fair amount of pressure from within. After all the rituals of expunging and cleansing, the lukewarm water poured out from the shower head. The bright morning light came through the bathroom window. He began to soap his body, white lather and bubbles formed, clung onto his dark nut brown skin, a contrast of colors. Max was a fairly skinny tall man, in his late thirties, with medium length black hair matching the short curly pubic hair. The water poured on to his black hair and drizzled down his body. Feeling the warmth of the water and soft lather of the soap on his skin he began to touch his cock. The cock throbbed in his hands as he began to slide his palm and fingers around it as he imaged the image of Nina, with intent, with lust, with desire. It was an experience - of knowing oneself through touches, through contact. He imagined Nina once more recalling the details of the image, the bed overlooking the giant banana leaves. She was touching her own breasts as she slowly spread her elegant legs to show her desirable valley, while she smiled. A tempting invitation to play, to bond, to feel.
At that very moment, on the other side of the shower curtain Zoe, the person, whose hand was touching Max’s cock woke and slowly and quietly walked to the bathroom and peeked into through the open door. She saw the silhouette of Max projected on the shower curtain, like a shadow puppet theater of masturbation. She stood on the doorway of the bathroom, the light coming from the bathroom, touched half of her tall slender body, she was in between light and dark, the shadow was at an angle on her. The angular line of shadow was on her perky nipple, following the curve of her breast the shadow line went down to her hips. Her brunette morning hair, shuffled, glowed in the light as she quietly watched Max’s performance on the shower curtain. The play of shadows fascinated her - excited with ideas of anticipation and desire, she had a maniacal witty smile.
Max was unaware of Zoe’s presence, of being watched, as he enjoyed the warm water drizzling down his back. His eyes were closed and his mind was captivated by carnal desire. He thought of Nina’s legs, the curves of her thighs and her cunt that made his cock twitch. The texture of the folds of her pussy, he imagined the skin, the taste and the warm invitation to explore. It was not just a performance but a visceral experience with oneself, simulating a desired dream…His right hand gripped his cock, the soap lubricating the motion while his left hand wandered slowly down his body from his chest to his belly, to the base of his cock. Imagining, simulating the feel of Nina’s hands floating down his body. Feeling the pressure of his own contact as he imagined kissing Nina’s feet, working slowly up her legs, to her thighs…until coming up to the valley while his hands were touching her smooth skin of her body. He imagined kissing the folds of her inner lips until parting it with his tongue…playing with the pearl of desire. His fingertips gliding down the sides of her body to her hips and her thighs. He imagined the feel of licking her pussy, driving his tongue around the clit and around the folds, having his mind conjure up smells, tastes and textures as he explored her inner sanctum. Lubricating the thoughts of desire with visceral imagery of oral play,being able to stimulate another with pleasure is a potent aphrodisiac in itself. His cock was stiff, the warm water dripped around it as his hands vigorously stroked away, as he wandered the taste of Nina’s climax, the sounds she would be making and the taste of her cum. His mind drifted from the wet cunt to a more bestial desire…to fucking. He turned Nina around, with a complete view of her back, her hair on her shoulders, her lovely ass, the slit that ran down in the middle, her thighs parted, feet stuck out towards him, she was in an inviting position. Her luscious rump sticking out wavering, her head leaned upwards with her hair flowing down, she looked at him from behind…her rouge lipstick stained lips glimmered with a smile. He took his cock and entered her wet pussy, slowly feeling the warmth of her insides, feeling the juices and muscle around his cock. At this time his left hand touched his testicles, and wandered down to the small area in between his penis and anus. He pressed in, putting pressure as his right hand moved around his cock, the soap melting down his body and his mind was lost in fucking. Fucking Nina from behind as he grabbed her body with his hands. His finger slowly entered within his anus, feeling the sensation of pressure, he thrust his pelvis out and leaned back, making his cock stand out.
Zoe was amazed by what she saw in the shadow play, she quietly approached closer looking at Max’s shadow, of his cock extended and ready. She took the sash off from the robe that was hanging on the bathroom walls, quietly like a huntress moved with stealth.
Max was now completely captivated and entrapped within the images of fucking, his cock sliding in and out of Nina’s wet pussy one of his hands gripping the side of her neck, feeling her long auburn hair and the other hand touching one of her supple breasts, feeling the soft fleshy mound and nipple. Imaging her moan in ecstasy.
Inch by inch the huntress moved closer…
As Max was about to be released from the thralls of pleasure, his body began to pulsate.
And just at that moment….
Zoe moved with a prowess and stealth of a valicoraptor. Max’s eyes were still closed, his consciousness trapped within the grips of the moments of orgasms and did not sense the presence of Zoe right in front of him in the bathtub. Just as he was about to cum, Zoe touched the tip of his cock, with one hand and moved closer to it…Max caught by the surprise of the contact, teleported back from the melange of carnal fantasy, breaking the grip from the simulated presence with images of Nina and returned to reality within a fraction of a second. He yelped in surprise, as he saw Zoe in the shower with him, he looked at her transfixed, his hand was still gripped around the base of his cock, while the other hand with the finger remained within the edge of his anus. Zoe held the tip of his cock, pulsating, seeking to be released. She began to touch it, rotating the palm of her hand around the soapy cock. Her other hand touching his chest, feeling the soapy dark hairs. She pushed him back gently but with a firmness, as the water poured down his body to his cock, washing the soap revealing his smooth dark skin. Zoe then took, his stiff cock, into her mouth. and began sucking it, her warm delicate mouth took the cock in, while her tongue wrapped around the shaft. The water poured all over the two bodies. The contact of Zoe’s mouth and her hand on his body…drove the engine of his lust…his head tilted back as he moved his pelvis…completely captivated by Zoe’s skillful action.
At this moment I invite you dear reader, to imagine being on the other side of shower curtain - observing the shadow play…the carnal act of two bodies in the act of a seductive oral play. A blow job simplified within images of shadows and shapes…imagine the atmosphere of the bathroom, the sounds of water pouring through, the morning light perforating through the window accompanied by subtle sounds of moans, result of the act.
Max moved his hands to Zoe’s head, just feeling her wet brunette hair, holding it, his body began to stiffen and his testicles retracted, “Holy fuck,” he yelped. Zoe knew he was about to cum, she stopped her delightful attentive sucking actions and held his cock, below her chin as one hand vigorously went up and down the shaft while the other clasped his balls. Within moments Max released his cum, flurrying out onto Zoe’s chest. The water dripped down the cock, washing the thick cum as it run down her cleavage.. Zoe kissed the tip of Max’s cock and licked the side….making Max twitch, as his cock was sensitive with pleasure, as if a pressure valve has been set off venting out steam, still shaking from the experience. His cock was sensitive, Max felt the warm relief after cumming…a final act of release from the thralls of lust, or so he thought.
Zoe had a big smile on her face as she looked into Max’s face, relaxed, relieved, the cock was still semi hard, sensitive from the the contact of touches and pleasurable acts of being sucked on by a provocative huntress. Max’s hands were still holding Zoe’s wet hair, like strands of wet oil paint. Zoe, moved back and stopped back and finally left go of his cock, as it flopped down, with water dripping from its tip. She quickly picked up the sash that was on the ledge of the bathtub and stood up. Her wet slender body glowed, as the light shimmered on her wet skin. She quickly tied Max’s hands with the sash, she looked at him maniacally, with a smirk, she tied the sash tightly around his hands. He looked surprised, “But I have to go to work,“ Max spoke out softly.
"Oh! You are required for servicing first, and perhaps we will talk about your release afterwards.” She spoke with a wink as she took his tied hands and led him out of the bathtub.
Part III: SERVICE
Zoe led Max into the living room, holding his bound hands like a submissive wet puppy. He welcomed the interruption in the daily routine. “This will be a pleasurable morning,” he thought to himself. Zoe on the other hand felt in control, like a huntress, leading her captured prey, in command of her demands. The morning light perforated through the Ikea curtains, hand drawn trees with flora on a simple white sheet, spots of light played around the room called forth by the gentle breeze. Both Zoe and Max was drenched in water, the droplets on their skin glimmered. Zoe sat on a large brown couch, a sensual queen, her legs on top of the cushion displaying the curves of her body.. She was leaned back, her chest out, the milky breast with perky nipple stood out,, as droplets of water rolled down her nipples. Max was on his knees on the floor and in front of the Zoe, looking at her, a regal huntress in control of temptation and desire, his cock began to stir again.
The stage, a simple living room, with various objects of art on the wall, records lay around the floor and shelves of books. A grey carpet on the floor on which Max knelt on, and the light coming through the curtain that gently perforated through the windows.. This was the stage, a theater in which many of us take part in the ritualistic couplings of pleasure and lust.
Zoe spread her legs, slowly like a curtain in a theater going up for the first act, giving Max the full display of her pussy, the folds of the skin, how it formed petals of lust. The curves that connected her thighs to her valley, the little bit of auburn fur that contrasted her skin. Zoe moved one of her hands to her pussy and with a finger tapped on it, a gestural motion for Max, to taste the petals, a motion to bring the huntress to ecstasy. A contrast from the simulated lucid dream state that entrapped Max. Max, understood all the gesture of the game. He moved his tied hands along the edges of her left knee following the curves down to her pussy, lightly touching the skin, his hands rested below the belly button, feeling her breathe. He slowly approached her. He kissed the top of her clit, softly with his lips. The contact between the lips and the little pearl was electrifying, for both of them. It was an subtle yet intense moment of first contact, a contact that will lead down a path of inevitable delight. He slowly moved his lips down, keeping the slightest of contact with the skin, exploring, the shapes, the texture, the feel, the taste…Zoe relaxed back into the couch, feeling and enjoying the moments of being served. The anticipation starting to build, her eyes closed as she drifted into a mode of stimulated relaxation. Max now started licking Zoe’s pussy, his tongue gently traveling along the folds, the crevasse, licking and parting the labia…until he again came to the clit. Zoe started to moan, as she experienced the relief of anticipation, the wet tongue revolved around her pearl as Max sucked on it, saliva dripping down her slit. He licked her clit like an attentive puppy, wanting to please his huntress. He licked the entrance of her pussy, tasting the familiar texture of her channel. She was moaning louder now, her eyes closed and head leaned back, feeling bliss. Max used his bound hands, the tips of his finger to touch the entrance of her pussy, slowly parting it with one finger and pushing it in while he began to suck and lick her clit.
“Oh Fuck!” Was the customary reply we often hear at moments such as this when one taps on the doorbell of ecstasy…like a ringing doorbell. And at this moment the sounds by Zoe was similar to those noises of ecstasy.
“Oh Fuck!” Zoe moaned, as her hands held Max’s head, fingertips buried within the thick black wet hair, feeling his skull as he pleasured her. His fingers exploring deep within her as his tongue licked on, up and around, the saliva mixed with her own fluids flowed down her slit. She controlled the tempo and location of his tongue by moving his head, like a well trained horse, max knew the customary touches on his head. She moved her hands from Max’s head and placed it right below her navel, with the palm of her hands she excreted pressure, making her clit protruded out. She lifted her hips, moving it and gripping Max with her thighs. Max was locked in place and the only way of getting released from Zoe’s clutches would be to pleasuring her to ecstasy, which he greatly enjoyed, as his cock began to stir and harden.
“Oh god don’t stop…oh god…” she kept repeating in moans and pants. Zoe was at the edge of completely being taken over by thralls of ecstasy. In the final moments, she screamed.. Her juices flowing out, her body gave a final twitch, as she cursed loudly…a moment of unbearable intensity of pleasure that stiffened her body, a Rigor-mortis his fingers were deep inside her, feeling the pulsating moments, making his cock arise. Feeding of from the essence of Zoe’s ecstasy his desire manifested in the physical form - his rigid cock, waiting to feel her, wanting to fuck her. Max continued to lick Zoe as she orgasmed in waves. Until Zoe could not take it anymore, a moment where pleasure turns into torture, she slowly recovered, sitting up slightly and pulling Max away from her crotch. His mouth, dripping with fluids, mixture of saliva and Zoe’s cum.
The sunlight danced around the room, it was beyond the morning hour. Max was gravely late to work. However, he was captivated by the task at hand and controlled by the urges to meld into Zoe. Also, he was delighted by the notion of playing hooky,, a chance to step away from the ordained system’ a break from being a cog.
Part IV: A FUCK
Max’s hands were still tied, his face moist with the traces of Zoe’s ecstasy. Zoe sat on the couch relaxed, eyes half closed, feeling the drifts of pleasures. Max was standing in front of her looking at her crotch, her pussy, wet, glistening in the morning light. His cock was hard as ever seeing Zoe, escaping from the jaws of ecstasy excited him. Seeing her collapsed. Zoe moved down, her upper body was on the cushion of the couch, contrasting her smooth milky skin. She moved her legs up exposing her cunt, “Well what are you waiting for,” she said to Max, the permission he was patiently waiting for. Max, with his tied hands positioned his cock, rubbing it slowly up and down Zoe’s wet slit, the contact between the tip of his cock and her clit, was an electrifying knock, a beginning of the spark that leads into the lustful entanglement. Max took his time teasing Zoe with his cock, making her wait in anticipation, using the tip to slowly explore the ridges of her slit, touching the gates to the entrance, it was a game as Max wanted nothing more than to slide his cock into Zoe and fuck her brains out, but making Zoe wait, making her body into an automaton controlled by lust and desired was a power play. Max was a pup with a bone, a bone that made Zoe ache and moan. Zoe finally screamed, “Oh for fuck sake! Just…” As she was finishing her sentence Max pushed his cock inside her, making Zoe yelp, in contentment. Max, left his cock inside her feeling the texture of warmth and flesh embracing his cock, a moment of recto verso, contacts of electrifying pleasures and ending anticipation. His cock was all the way in her, it filled her pussy, filled his desires to be within her, filled her ecstasy. Zoe’s leg was on Max’s shoulder, her ass was slightly off the couch, her hair sprawled out. Max slowly moved his cock around, feeling her inside with his tool. Zoe was in bliss, the water droplets evaporated from her body, as sweat began to form around her skin. She enjoyed the pleasurable moments of slowly feeling Max’s cock within her, his body making contact with her own. Moments later Max started increasing his tempo, fucking Zoe, a little faster and harder with each stroke, leaving his cock inside her for a few seconds before pushing it. They were both interlocked by the process, siphoning lust and desire from each other. Max put Zoe’s legs down and moved closer to her, Zoe moved her hands and undid the knot that tied Max’s hands, all the while Max kept fucking away. Zoe released Max, a gesture to assume control, for him to take her how he pleased. Max put his hands underneath Zoe’s back, coiling around her like a snake, pushing her closer to him. As Max pushed his cock in, he finally moved in to kiss Zoe, their lips and tongue made contact, sweet and electrifying, they were locked in, physically joined with each other and mentally. Tongue , saliva, cock, sweat, cunt, juices, body, heat, moans, etc…. all wrapped and coiled into an experience. Zoe’s hands were on Max’s back, nails digging into his skin while Max kissed the side of her neck occasionally nibbling on the ear lobes Holding her body closer to his, her breast squeezed on his chest, her legs wrapped around his back. Max scooped Zoe up off the couch, his cock still inside her. They looked at each other as max began to fuck her while standing. Zoe was in bliss, enjoying being held, feeling Max’s frame as he supported her. Her juices ran down his cock. Zoe’s eyes closed her head tilted back as she came again. Max could feel her weight, his thighs and knees tiring from the activity, but he felt invigorated from Zoe’s orgasm, and kept fucking her.
A wind blew the curtains, the cold air wrapping their bodies. At this moment dear reader, if you happen to pass by this particular window, you would see through the fluttering curtain, the stage in which a sculpture, a male body holding up a woman, legs wrapped around his hip, head tilted back in moment of bliss.
Part V: A RELEASE
Max was finally tired from holding Zoe up his legs began to shake. He put Zoe down on the couch, his cock slide out glistening with the Zoe’s cum. Zoe looked at it, as it stood out like, a sculpted flesh, solidified by wanton lust and desires…an instrument. Zoe climbed down the couch and turned around, she was on her knees on the carpet, her legs spread out, her luscious ass sticking out, exposing the wet channel, crevasse of lust, her hands gripped the couch cushion, anchoring her into the position, she knew full well what would follow and welcomed it. Max’s tool twitched as he viewed Zoe’s position, see her milky flesh, the shapely milky ass exposed, inviting him to take her, to fuck her. Max positioned himself behind her and slowly pushed in his cock inside Zoe’s pussy, feeling the electrifying sensation of contact between the flesh again. He moved one of his hands around her hip to touch her clit, while the other hand gripped the back of her neck. Zoe was completely in Max’s mercy, as they both succumbed to the a****listic nature. It was a level, a time when lust and desire takes control of one’s body and we become slave to the chemical, pheromone enhanced desires. Max gave in to the desire, he fucked away harder and harder, his fingers moving around Zoe’s clit, his cock moving like a piston within her, powered by the base desire to achieve the pinnacle, Sweat poured down Max’s back, Zoe’s moans filled the room. Both were close, intertwined with the moment….Zoe yelped, as she pushed her pelvis against Max’s cock, cumming once again and at very contact of her pulsating flesh Max buried his cock with a final push, his body spasming as he came inside her, they were both cumming at the same time. and in turn by the contact of his release Zoe came with him.
The act completed, they both gasped for breath, body sweating, Max’s cock still inside her pulsating with the beat of their hearts, pacing slower as he drifted inwards in bliss. For a few moments, their desires took them away from the humdrum systems of work. The phone vibrated with messages and emails as it was past the hour of the designated time. Max collapsed on Zoe, relaxed and in a state of bliss.
“Are you going to work” asked Zoe softly.
“Hmm…I’m going to take a sick day and find various activities to recuperate” Max said as his cock stirred around inside Zoe.
Clover
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