Friday, April 11, 2008

Howling

You told me you were a howler and I challenged you to prove it. Your problem however was to find someone who could produce the desired effects. Not just anyone would do, Being a finicky person, you needed someone sensitive, but forceful. A cute butt and shoulders were to be an extra benefit, and certainly a willingness to explore would be most valuable.

Now would that not make quite the ad on CraigsList, I thought.

Wanted,needed. Someone to make me howl, to hold me down and drag my screams out of me. To spank and take, to force moans from my lips. To slowly drive me higher and higher, building the pressure until it explodes from my mouth, my body, my lips, Must have cute butt and shoulders.

No doubt there would be many offers pouring in as they rose to the challenge, hot for the chance to lay hands on smooth skin, tight muscles and silky softness. But each would have to audition and provide proof of their willingness and ability before being allowed full access.


It seemed simple enough, book a room at a nearby hotel, arrange a meeting, preferably a dinner for the pre-selection. After all a certain wit and charm were valuable. A need for mutual attraction, a tentative exploring of often forbidden subjects, best discovered before the bedroom.

You look up and see his smile, his rugged features drawing you in, and feel yourself growing damp at the thought of being under his power. Broad shoulders and you sneak a look lower, hard tight muscles defining his ass, your nails already tingling with the thought of digging into that firm flesh. Hmm. Nipples hardening under his gaze, shoulders pulling back to thrust them forward, offering silently. a glass or was it two of wine, as the ritual begins, Nice voice, long fingers, clean nails, your mind listening to the purr, to the power, body swaying slightly as you float in a dream. You lay the room key on the table and he reaches over to take it, lifting you out of your seat and patting your butt as he guides you to the elevator, muscles tightening at his touch, imagining more, needing more. As he opens the door, you see the paddle you left on the bed, an open invitation. His smiles tells you he is ready and you turn to begin undressing, wanting naked skin on naked skin. He watches as your dress slides down your skin, proud nipples hard and aching for a touch, delicate panties already wet, proof of your need. Long smooth legs, tanned from the summer sun, ready to be stroked, caressed. You stand there, naked, in front of him as he slowly removes his clothes, his cock hard, tip glistening, telling you of his desire. He gestures and you bend over the bed, offering your cheeks to the paddle, wetness glistening on your thighs, hard nipples rubbing on the comforter, face pressing down, ready to receive, needing the feel, the building, mouth open as you wait, then the moans begin as each cheek receives, growing redder, hotter and the moans growing louder, dripping in need, as you push upward, offering, his hand gliding over you, stroking, dipping inside, then more strokes, more heat, wanting more, begging, his fingers on your nipples pinching, his mouth on your clit, sucking, his hands spreading, his tongue invading, pushing you higher, your head tossing as you moan louder and louder, not caring if anyone hears, wanting them to hear, wanting this, needing his teeth on you, needing the release building, needing him to drive into you, to take you wherever he wishes, to use you, to force you to respond, lost in the ecstasy, lost, taken, you scream out as the pleasure pours through you, muscles tightening, body pulsing under him, grasping and holding as the spasms continue.

Gasping for breath, needing more, slippery bodies sliding together, his thighs spanking against your cheeks, your fingers on your nipples, nails digging in, so open, as he presses into you, deep inside, reaching, your fingers sliding down to your clit, to your pussy, feeling the wetness, as the pleasure builds, howling out your wants, your wishes, pushing him to do more, to give you what you need, again and again.

1 Comments:

Blogger Nessers said...

I could really do with a night like that *sigh*

11:25 AM, April 11, 2008  

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