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My entire body shuddered and shook as the tip of the rose slowlyglided its way from my neck, between my quivering breasts, down my torso,stopping only to circle my belly button, then down further, pausing just abovethe dark, moist warmth that was screaming for attention. It then made its wayback, following the same trail it had taken down, ending as it traces my lips.I gently kiss it, smelling the sweet, light scent, smiling at the dark, eroticred colour, the way the petals elegantly form the most beautiful shape.

My eyes leave it only to look into His eyes. He smiles down me, a small gesturethat sends tidal waves of anticipation right through my body. My toes curlslightly, my calves tighten and flex, my hips squirm against the softness ofthe bed, my fingers claw out then retract into a tight fist, my eyes pleadfor a touch… all this brought on by the slightest facial expression.He slowly, casually gathers the black silk scarf from the night table, and,lifting my head gently, places it over my eyes, tying the knot behind my headuntil the blindfold is secured.

My heart automatically races, beads of sweat magically appearing on my foreheadand chest. My senses become almost panicked, my ears straining almost painfullyto hear the slightest sound. I even hold my breath, as the sound of it interfereswith my intense search for the slightest sounds of my Beloved as He moves aroundthe room. I know He is planning something, but I never know when the firstsensation will come, or what it will feel like. The anticipation is unbearable,until suddenly, the hot, searing hisssss as hot wax hits the skin of my innerthigh is heard and felt. I jump, but the surprised shriek quickly turns toa low, soft moan, my limbs writhing to the limits of the rope that holds themtight to the bed.

I jump again as the blinding cold and wet sensation jolts me as He runs anice cube around my nipple… first my left then the right, and I findmyself trying desperately to control my breathing. But the deep, ragged gaspscontinue, and soon I get frustrated with the ropes that hold me prisoner inone place on the bed. I long to squirm and thrash about, to give in to thesensations and let my body react as it should… but the ropes hold mestill, allowing only my mind to react, only thoughts to thrash about and screamfor mercy.

Then I find myself moaning, softly at first, then louder, as a finger slowlytrails between the lips of my pussy, stroking it, petting it, squeezing andteasing my clit. Then two fingers slip into the depths of my pussy, causingme to arch my back sharply, more moans escaping my throat. Slowly they strokein and out of my pussy, my hips grinding against His arm, until soon a sheenof sweat covers my body and the moans increase in intensity and volume.

Suddenly the fingers to heaven are snatched away, and I cry out in frustration,still grinding my hips, searching for another touch. I can hear Him moving,and sense that He's close and somewhere in front of me. I realize where exactlyHe is right before I feel the gates of heaven open as He thrusts His cock deepinside me, my screams silenced by the sensation of absolute bliss. He leansover and whispers into my ear things I can't hear, or hear but the words seemto join together into one soothing sound. I moan again as He thrusts hard andfast, and nearly scream and curse as He pulls out, His cock sliding out ofmy aching pussy.

I feel the ropes loosen, then get pulled off. I move to take the blindfoldoff, but His hand stops me, telling me to hush and be patient. With His handsguiding me, I move to all fours, then He gently pushes my head until my foreheadtouches the bed, my ass still high in the air. There is a pause, and what lastsmere seconds, feels like an eternity. Suddenly, whack!!! The crop hisses down,striking the left side of my ass, then another quick and just as hard, on theother side. I shriek and moan, wiggling my hips, but keeping my forehead restingon the bed.

Again, a pause, and this time, my senses refuse to become alert, my mindhazing over like a pillow of clouds. This time, I feel the hard plug teasingmy ass. I wiggle my ass, trying to push it in, but the toy is removed fromtouching my skin, releasing another low growl from my mouth. I remain still,and the toy is brought back, this time, He pushes it in, and my back archessharply once again. The plug is seated in deeply, and I once again worshipthe sensation of His cock inside my pussy. He wastes no time, thrusting deepinside of me… hard… fast… again and again until I knowI wouldn't be able to see anything even if there was no blindfold. He grabsmy hair and pulls back firmly, my attention returning to Him, and uses my hairas leverage for harder, faster thrusting. I fear entering a state of animalisticinsanity, as my entire body grows an intense hunger for Him… and forHim to cum, to take the pleasure that is His to receive.

Just as I feel His cock harden and tense up, I feel him lean forward andwhisper those glorious words of permission into my ear. The waves if such intensityfeel as if they rip straight through my body. Two become one, and I nearlyfaint as I feel the warm liquid of passion released from His cock, shootingdeep into my pussy. I scream as my senses go numb, save for the flood of orgasmthat I swore would tear my body in two. We collapse down to the mattress, Hiscock still inside me, His strong arms holding me tight against Him. He kissesthe back of my neck and shoulders, telling me that I've been His good girl.I'm flying with joy as the words repeat themselves over and over in my mind.

With His fingers trailing along my skin, stroking the muscles that occasionallytremble and shudder, I close my eyes. With my back against His stomach andHis arms around my waist, I fall asleep, feeling the strength of love and thedevotion of a slave to her Master, and a Master to His slave. At that moment,we feel like the only two people in the world.

And we are the world, to each other.

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As I looked down at my best friend, big Bob, it was hard to believe the condition he was in. Just three days prior, this huge man was tossing logging chains around as though they were toys. A truck driver by trade, Bob was only thirty-five and could out work, out drink, and out fight men fifteen years younger than him. Just three days and now he is lying here in the ICU room clinging to life. Big Bob was brought down by the smallest of things, the H1N1 flu virus. His once massive chest no...

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Silent Seduction Ch 01

**Please realize that this is an ongoing story and will be posted a chapter at a time in order to keep sections from being too long. Also, this tale involves my rendition of the Master/slave relationship… loosely based upon John Norman’s ‘Universe of Gor’. It is not intended to go by the book.** * * * * * * * She cowered upon hard, hoof trodden, earth, nothing more then a heavy chain and a pile of torn, filthy rags beneath a blanket of dusty tangles. Like some old guard dog that was no longer...

3 years ago
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Silent Love

Diane laid back on her mat with her arms straight down at her sides. Her eyes were closed, her breathing deep and soulful. She tried to clear her mind and listen to the sounds of nature around her. Other women lay around her, each on their own mat, trying to find the deep, peaceful meditation within themselves. Occasionally, the soft, smooth voice of the instructor would offer soothing words or explain what to do next. Right now, she was silent, letting each woman relax and clear their mind. ...

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Silent fantasy

I work in a nursing home, filled with several hot coworkers. About half I dream about fucking them. This one fanstey is about the quiet hot blond nurse at late nights. Her name is Kim, she is 5'8", blond hair, curvy body, sweet plumb ass, and sexy big titis, I would say about 36dd. I met her by coming into a station room, and she was playing with her feet. She had taking her shoes off and rubbing her feet....got me to stop and stare. Anyway, any we meet, I say hi, and she mumble hi back, so I...

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Silent Waters Run Deep

I would never have guessed how naughty this girl was, but I'm so glad I found out!We have been friends for quite some time, me and Angela. We met via mutual friends, hung out at parties and at home. Angela is in every way your typical young women next door. A bit on the chubby side, blonde hair at shoulder length, always properly and modestly dressed. Everybody would agree she had the cutest smile on her pretty face. And for me it was certainly that pretty face that drew me to her. She just...

3 years ago
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Silent Intruder

I was looking forward to my sixteenth birthday party with about as much enthusiasm as I would a bad dose of the flu. I'd had a lousy three weeks. Tonight's family get together was a bid by my dear old mum and dad to lift my spirits and, at the same time, celebrate my reaching the official "age of consent". Not that they quite thought of it that way, I'm sure. I didn't think of it that way either, because I'd already done a little bit of unofficial consenting before the event, so to...

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Silent Approval

Part One I'm a Lieutenant in the US Navy, my names Sarah Wilson, I'm a tall brunette, well 5' 8" actually. I'm quite cuddly. With 38D breasts and I usually wear a size 14 (US) clothes. I wear glasses most of the time as I don't get on with contacts. I suppose you could say in and out of uniform, I'm quite a plain Jane. Since joining the Navy I've worked hard. To the deficit of my personal life, No one ever seemed to make a move on me. So I kept myself busy. Got to work with some damn...

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Silent Sorrows

Subject: America 2009 – A frightening look at the future for women in America. Word of warning, this is not what I would consider an erotic story but it is a story that should only be read by adults. In fact writing it caused me pain. Even I find it difficult to read. Something inside me made it come out. Call it fear, I hope, or call it a premonition of what is to come. Is it the sad truth of what it may be like to be a woman in America a few years down the road if those currently in power...

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Silent Submission

I’ve always been the quiet shy kid. That and having to move 3 times during high school crippled my social life. I’m 6 feet tall, short brown hair that curls when it gets long, brown eyes and broad shoulders. I’m straight and homophobic to be quite honest. I had a girlfriend back in California in 8th grade but it was really nothing serious, just someone to walk with during classes. In my high school in Arizona, I did manage to meet a few friends in a job club which offered school...

4 years ago
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Silent Night Lesbian

It was late at night, around ten o'clock and that in common was the usual curfew time. The girls could hear local crowds of people from the outside laughing merrily and chatting gaily, as well as screaming about all sorts of nonsense. Folks around town never had consideration for those trying to get a bit of shut-eye indoors, but they never cared. Nobody cared in this town. This town had strip clubs, bars, and various entertainments scattered around that always made people loud at night....

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4 years ago
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Silent Romance

She saw him, too. Her heart stopped for a moment when she saw a man with deep brown hair standing at the opposite end of the field. She saw the powerful but gentle muscles of his arms, his strong chin and perfect lips. Then she saw the gleam of a ring on his finger, the children who ran past him to play with her nephew, and the woman who slipped her hand into his as they began to walk towards the party. It was all just a quick fantasy. Nothing would become of it. She turned back to her...

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Silent Night1

I was watching a movie in my bedroom, and soon found myself falling asleep. Before I was fully alseep, a weird wirling sound came from my bedroom window. My eyes popped open thinking it may have been my husband arriving home early to perhaps surprise me. To my shock and surprise, before I could spring out of bed, I was motionless as I took heed to a strange shadow lurking next to my window; it was as if it appeared mysteriously though the thick glass, and was actually standing a few feet away...

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