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Zomgletsdothis 41M/41F  
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3/12/2017 10:58 am
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I'm sitting on the couch watching something mindless on TV, wishing that my phone would ring. I spend countless hours hoping for that song that is reserved just for you. As I’m sitting here, wanting, and waiting, it happens. That familiar song plays out from my phone. I answer, heart racing, but trying play it cool. “What do you mean, you are at the gate?! My apartment is a wreck. Everything is strewn about!” You don’t care. I reluctantly give you the gate code and do my best to prepare. I’m still cleaning as your car pulls into a parking spot. I can’t tell what you are wearing, but I know that you won’t be wearing it for long. As I lean over the patio railing to motion you inside, you give me a nonchalant glance. I know in an instant, this behavior will not do. I have been waiting for you, needing to hear that text message sound ring out that you were thinking of me too. And now this? How can you be so casual? You will pay for this. I will take this out on your smooth bare skin, I will take this out on you with a firm grasp of your hair, I will make you appreciate what you’ve done.
You knock on the door as if you were selling something. There’s something light, and carefree about it. If you only knew what was waiting for you on the other side. I glance through the peephole to get a better idea of what you are wearing. A t-shirt and jeans. Nothing spectacular, but it doesn’t matter much. You won’t be wearing them for long. I pull you inside, and before the door shuts, I find my hands all over you. I can’t help but want to touch every inch of your body any time you are around. I want to feel my breath push back from your neck. I want to feel your body tremble as I grasp your hips. Ever so slowly, I reach for the bottom of your shirt and begin to pull it upwards. Before I can get the soft well-worn fabric over your breasts, you cross your arms. Are you defying me? Are you keeping me from what I really want?! No. “Slower,” you whisper as I pull the cloth towards your head. I don’t know what I want more. Do I stop about your neck so I can keep kissing the smooth, sweet, skin, or do I pull away so I can expose the harvest of flesh that is to be mine for the tasting?
You take too long to decide, still holding your arms in place. “Mine!” I whisper in your ear as I wrap my arms around you. I do not force your arms to your side. I do not attempt to hold or bind you. I simply whisper these words in your ear as I slide my hands along your waist to the button of your favorite worn out jeans. I softly kiss your neck as I tease at the skin above your waisteband with my fingertips. “All of this is mine,” I think to myself as I imagine what treasures are hiding beneath the faded denim. As my hands make one last seductive pass, I unbutton the jeans with ease. The treasure I want is still trapped within, but I am one step closer to claiming the prize that is so rightfully mine. As I kiss my way down your back, I slowly slide your pants towards the ground. You have no need for them here. This place is a place where you should never be confined by clothes. You are safe here. Nothing in this place will hurt you aside from me. I will hurt you. In fact, I plan on it. However, we will we approach that subject at a more opportune time and place. For now, I am only interested in releasing you from the chains of your clothing. I want to show you how completely safe you are in my arms. As your jeans reach the floor, I finally begin to take in the beauty that lays before me. Soft, sweet skin. Legs, decorated by an artists. To make art is a skill, to make art out of art is a gift. I gently run my hands over the beautiful portrait adorning your thigh as my lips follow my fingertips. As much as I want to punish you, the beauty on your leg is too perfect for me to harm. I have my ways, and you WILL experience them. You slowly and gently kick off your shoes. I always hoped that the first time you showed up, it would be in heels, but I understand the impracticality of them for driving. Your no-tie sneaks slip off easily as your bare feet flinch ever-so-slightly against the cool tile. I kiss my way down your thigh, pausing ever-so-briefly as my lips graze your knee. I don’t want to miss a single inch of this beautiful skin. I want my fingers to feel it, I want my eyes to appreciate it, and most of all, I want my lips to brush over ever inch, taking in the sweet taste. At last, I finally have the first leg of your jeans off. It’s only now, that I feel how tightly your fingers are gripped into my hair. I kiss my way back up your leg, more rapidly now. I once again pause at the marvel of your hips as I find my tongue involuntarily exploring the area. I try to contain myself as I kiss across your abdomen, my hands sliding up and down the backs of your thighs. I want to taste you, but you must be punished first. I have to contain myself. I have to hold out just a little bit longer.
As my lips reach your left hip, my entire body is shaking. I haven’t even gotten you naked, but all I can feel is the lust. I want you. I need you, I need every inch of your body against every inch of mine. I can’t be gentle. I won’t be. I almost rip the pants leg off of you. I kiss your thigh, and your knee, and the top of your foot, but all I can focus on is getting you into my bedroom. I want so much from you, but I have to get these cumbersome clothes off of you first. You will certainly be punished tonight, but is it anywhere near the<b> punishment </font></b>I have inflicted on myself? Is there anything I can do to you that comes close to having to wait? I should have just stripped and ravaged you in the entry way. I should have just taken everything that was mine. I will. There will be a time for that. For now, I need to get you out of the rest of these clothes…
I can’t take the suspense any more. I NEED your body next to mine. As I kneel on the floor in front of you, I can’t stand the suspense any more. At the same time, the clothing you are wearing is like a preciously wrapped gift just for me. I can’t just tear away at the wrapping. I must enjoy every second of unwrapping this perfect gift. I was careless with the pants. I won’t make that mistake again. I will unwrap this gift with care and love. I will make sure to appreciate every moment. You are still holding your t-shirt close about your breasts. I can’t fathom why such a beautiful woman would be so self-conscious, but I want you to feel safe in my arms. I place a hand gently on each hip as I rest my lips just above the waistband of your panties. This is where my next journey will begin.
I will do everything in my power to kiss away all your reservations. I will gently touch away all of your fears. I want my lips and hands to be the means by which your body feels safe. Here, you are mine, and I will protect you. In this place no harm will come to you unless I deem it so. In this place, I am everything that is safe, I am everything that is dangerous, and I am everything that is pleasure. You will submit to my desires. You will give yourself over to me. You may hesitate, momentarily, but you will be mine.
As my hands slide up your sides, so do my kisses work their way up your abdomen. What feels like an eternity passes before I even reach your belly button. Every kiss seems like it’s the same place as the last. I am moving upwards, I promise you.
Right now the only thing that matters to me is your pleasure. The pleasure you get from my hands. The pleasure you get from my lips. But mostly, the pleasure you get from the anticipation. I feel your body tremble. I feel you go week in the knees. I sense that you are finally willing to give yourself over to me completely. This is what I have been waiting for. This is what we both want and need. We are here so you can submit to me. I am here so that I can take control. In this moment, we are what we are supposed to be. Opposites and equals. We are two sides to the same coin. I am dark, and you are the light that shines through into my life. I am Master, and you are the one who gives herself over to me completely. I am the giver. I will give you all the pleasures you desire, and you in turn will give pleasure unto me. This is how we are. Two beings working opposite each other to provide for one another.
I regain my composure as I take stock of the beauty before me. I remember why I am here. This skin, bared before me, is begging to be loved, appreciated, and worshiped. I will never let such a natural masterpiece feel neglected. As my hands reach your arms, still clenched around your stomach, I softly kiss your hands. I told you. This is a safe place. You can bear all to me and I will not judge. You can show me all the things you hide from the world. I will not condescend. This is a safe place. I see the fear in your eyes as I slowly pull the shirt from your grasp. My lips brush against your skin, once again, to re-assure you of my sincerity. I want you to feel safe, but I also want you to remember your place. When you fail to release your grasp, I pull forcefully, never losing sight of your gaze. This is what I want. This is what you will give me. I begin to stand, never loosening my grip in your shirt. My tall frame leaves you looking up, like a . I softly kiss your forehead and whisper, “it’s alright, just let go.” Reluctantly, you hesitantly release your grip on the well-worn shirt, and drop your arms to the side. I pull you close to my chest. This was not an act of dominance; this was an act of compassion. You. Are. Safe. Here. My eyes never lose your gaze as I slowly pull the worn cotton over your head. All the fear and apprehension is gone from your eyes. Finally you see that I am not here to hurt you. You are not here to be punished. We are here to explore our own boundaries together. As your shirt lifts away from your body and over your head, I pause. Your arms are bound by the cloth. Your sight is obstructed by the shirt. Your body is completely and utterly vulnerable to my touch….I gently kiss your lips.

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