violencejack

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You have the most amazing body. You are long, lean, and beautiful. I'm six feet and five inches tall myself, so I really appreciate a tall woman. It's nice not to have to duck to kiss, and not to be head and shoulders above your dance partner.
I would like to dance with you. I would love to feel the warmth of your body near to mine as we swayed to the slow, easy rhythm of a love song. I would stare into your eyes and marvel at how lucky I am to share space with such a beautiful person. No doubt our motion would cause stray hairs to fall into your face as they always seem to do, and I would sweep them away with a gentle finger, as we men tend to do. Perhaps I would even be so bold as to pull your hair back and reveal the graceful curvature of your neck, allowing me to kiss the corner of your eye, your cheek, and your earlobe as I worked my way down to your shoulder. Maybe you would even be kind enough to turn your back to me so that I could kiss the back of your neck.
Naturally, my arms would wind themselves around your waist and pull you even closer to me, such that I could feel your butt pressed up against my slacks. As my hot breath on the back of your neck spoke to you of my igniting desire, I would place my hands low on your hips and let them trace your curves up to your waist and past to your chest, where my arms would once again interlock under your breasts. Like clay in my hands, you move with me.
About then, as my fingers edged towards the undersides of your breasts, I imagine you would laugh and turn to face me, silencing my protests with a kiss. How could I respond but with fierce intensity, kissing you back and pulling you close to me once again, with one hand on your back and the other squeezing one luscious lobe of your bottom? The firm muscle would give just slightly under my touch, and my fingertips would feel just a hint of the moist heat radiating from between your thighs.
It is now, as my desire for you flares into the biochemical equivalent of a supernova, that everything else in the world outside you and I seems to fade into nothingness. All I can smell is your perfume mixed with the musky tinge of your body. All I can taste is your sweat, salty and thrilling. All I can hear is the tiny gasp that escapes your lips as my fingers stray into an erogenous zone. All I can feel is the smooth perfection of your skin, moist with an inner heat that belies the actual temperature of the room. I lose myself in your eyes, your hair, your face, the minutiae of your body that scream out to me the perfection of your physical form. I am everything and nothing, lost and found in a moment in you.
Somehow we manage to stumble into a bedroom. You barely manage to shut the door before we attack each other like wild animals. Lips meet lips. Tongue meets tongue. Breath only comes when it is physically impossible for us to go on without it, and then only in broken gasps before we lock back together. It's like we are trying to crawl back inside each other and find the oneness that must surely have once been.
I reach down and lift the bottom hem of your dress up, gathering it as I go. First, your thighs, then your skimpy black panties, your garter, your tummy, your bellybutton, and your breasts in their lacy black holsters are exposed as I lift the light fabric over your head. So much exposed skin is overwhelming. What to bite first? Kneeling before you, I kiss a line up from your bellybutton to your waiting lips as my hands caress your skin from top to bottom. Smooth tummy, soft breasts, firm ass; each sensation is a delight.
You grasp my belt buckle firmly and pull me toward you, then start undoing my belt and my pants. Next, you pull out my shirt and start undoing the buttons. I meet you halfway by undoing my cuffs and helping you pull my shirt and my undershirt over my head. The hair on my chest is a bit embarrassing to me, but you seem to delight in running your fingers through it and pulling on it whilst smiling wickedly at me. I acknowledge my willingness to play this game by pulling your hair back hard and biting your neck under your ear.
We crumple onto the bed and you scoot back until your head is on the huge, poofy pillows. Your smile is at once coy and lascivious, but is met by a wickedly mischievous smile of my own. You don't seem to have noticed, but this bed comes complete with leather restraining cuffs discreetly attached to the posts. Or did you notice?
I free your breasts from their elegant lace bondage by releasing the clasp on the center of your bra. Inside, I breath a sigh of relief at not having to deal with the more difficult back-clasped variety. You stretch your arms out above you so that I can lift the bra off of you, which gives me the opening I need to seize your wrists and bind them one at a time to the bedposts. Of course, a bed that comes equipped with bondage gear leads one to wonder what else might be available... A quick search of the nightstand proves my theory, as I find the drawer to be full of toys. Kinda makes you wonder about the people who own this room, eh?
Amongst the clutter of dildos, chains, and condoms, I find a cat o'nine tails made from braided patent leather. The handle gleams, and the tails are long and stiff. With a gentle hand, I use it to draw soft, ticklish lines up and down your body. I wait for you to relax and giggle a little at the sensation of it before I lightly swat your nipples, once per breast. The tails leave tiny, stinging red marks, and evoke a little squeal from your lips.
I feel a little guilty admitting that I enjoy making you squeal. The whip seems to take a life of its own as I ponder my guilty pleasure. It tickles your sides and leaves a trail of color down your tummy to your pantyline. Clearly, the panties have to go.
From down at your feet I reach up. The sculpted lines of your legs are a marvel. In particular, the pale contrast created by the gap between your garter and hose draws the eye. Why is it that the hint of nudity is so much sexier than the actuality of nudity? I hook the strings on the sides of your hips and glide them down past your butt, your thighs, your knees, your calves, and off. Your pubic mound and labia are shaved bare, and look to me like heaven's gates. I would worship there, but not yet.
Instead, I pick up my instrument and tease you more. Placing my hands between your knees, I open you wide. You pussy is damp. Inside, you must be alive with desire. You flinch a bit when I tickle your mound with the whip, guessing the inevitable, but I only tease and tickle your lips and clit with the tails. When you begin to warm to the pleasure of it is when I reintroduce pain. The flick of my wrist catches you off guard, and you yelp more from instinct than from actual pain as my whip connects cleanly with your clit.
I wait for you to collect yourself before striking again. This time you are ready for it. You recieve it with only the barest of noticeable flinches.
All this staring at your pussy is really starting to get to me. Not to mention, the pretty red marks all over your flesh are an immense turn-on. With pain there is pleasure, and I want to worship at your temple for at least a while.
Setting the whip aside, I crawl up onto the bed between your legs and bury my face in you. Your smell fills my nostrils and your juices slicken my face as I feast on you. To hell with foreplay. I spread your inner lips wide with both hands and lick all the way up and down them, ending at your clitoris. Sweet pleasure button... I give it my all, licking around it and on it, suckling it gently and teasing it with my tongue. I plunge deep inside you and taste you, salty and coppery. You taste clean and wonderful, every bit a woman.
My exuberance serves a purpose as well, as I find a pattern that seems to work for you. I let my hands wander up to your breasts and work your nipples as I settle in for a good long session of giving you head. My tongue works up and down your crevasse, circling your clit and then running right over the top of it in alternating movements. To feel you respond to me, drawing pleasure from my touch, is perhaps my ultimate aphrodisiac. If I weren't utterly determined to bring you to orgasm this way at least once, I would give in to the throbbing of my cock and fuck you senseless. But, there will be time for that. First, there is my tongue on your clit, your clit against my tongue in a wrestling match for your orgasm. I stroke you and tease you, circle you and please you until your breathing shortens to puffs and your body clenches. You cry out my name. It is so satisfying to feel you go from as taut as a violin string to a puddle of relaxed satisfaction disturbed only by the rippling aftershocks of your climax.
As you lie there limply, I unbind your wrists and roll you over onto your stomach. Then, I straddle you and wrap my arms around your waist and lift your butt up into the air until your knees fold underneath you. Spreading your legs apart a bit completes the effect. I have always loved this position. Your butt is up in the air, both of your openings available for penetration. Your face is buried in the pillows, relaxed. It's as if you were saying, "Here I am. Do what you will to me. I am yours."
I can't help but give your pussy a few more licks in this new position. You look so beautiful. The part of me that wants to fuck you as hard as I possibly can and come all over you is given pause by the part of me that finds this submissive position so painfully beautiful that I want to cry. Your ass is amazing. The arch of your back is heavenly. I wish I could spend eternity like this with you.
There are condoms in the nightstand drawer. I take one and roll it down the handle of the whip I have been using on you. The braided leather is rough even under the thin latex sheath. I have to work it into your pussy slowly in spite of how wet you are. Besides, I would be loath to injure the satin vessel I intend to use myself in a few moments. No, I just want you to feel that roughness inside you, in sharp contrast to the velvet walls of your vagina. I want you to feel just a little pain mixed with the pleasure as you rock your hips back against me, pushing the handle deeper inside yourself. You come quickly, easily this time, after only a few strokes. I am at the end of my patience. I must be inside you, now.
The remains of my clothes are off almost before I think to remove them. I kneel behind you and run my hands over the globes of your ass, spreading you open further to admire such sweet perfection. My cock physically aches from being hard so long. I rub the tip of it against your clit, and the sensation sends shivers down my spine. When I place it up against your opening, you rear back against me and impale yourself on my shaft. There is no resistance, only warmth and wetness as I slide into you all the way to the hilt.
Being inside you is even more intense than I would have imagined. I am so ready to come. From the first few strokes it is a battle to hold myself back. Each time my pelvis slams into your buttocks I feel waves of pleasure crash over me, pulling me closer to the inevitable. So, I squeeze down as hard as I can with my groin muscles and try to close off my urethra as I pound my cock into you. You are so hot and tight and wet. I can hear you crying out as we fuck each other wildly. The contractions from your third orgasm finally send me over the edge. I clench down as hard as I can. Heat and energy seem to explode outwards across my body from my groin, leaving me tingly. I pull out of you, but nothing comes out of my cock. This must be the tantric orgasm I read about, where you come, but you don't ejaculate. Which means...
I roll you over so that we are face-to-face and kiss you violently. It feels like all the nerve endings in my body are tingling euphorically. I wrap my arms around you and kiss your lips, your neck, your breasts. Your nipples are hard, so I suck on them and draw circles around them with my tongue. Your body is sweaty, lithe, and infinitely sexy under me.
The tingles pass, and I feel like my cock is ready for round two, so I slip it back inside you. We are entwined as only lovers can be. One of my arms goes up and under your shoulders, where my hand cradles the back of your neck, the other arm is down under your butt where the other hand lifts you a bit to make it easier for me to fuck you. Your legs are wrapped around my waist, feet interlocked, and your hands are clawing at my back. I can feel my pelvis against yours, and wonder how your clitoris must feel under this brutal assault. My cock just barely brushes your cervix when I thrust deep. Your fingernails carve angry lines in my back, inspiring me to thrust harder, deeper. I love the pain.
My thrusts are fast and deep now. Your breath in my ear helps me find the right spot. Your arms around me tighten and I can hear the beginnings of a moan forming in the back of your throat, so I lay into you, fucking you hard and fast for all I am worth. You bury your teeth in my shoulder and your whole body shudders as you climax yet again.
The pain throws off my rhythm. Which is good, because a minute later, when I do come, you are ready. You move quickly when I pull out of your vagina and put me in your mouth. All the sexual energy and come that I have worked up over the last two hours explodes into your mouth. Your sucking intensifies this orgasm even further. It is the best, most intense thing I have ever felt. It seems to go on forever as I pour my come out into you and you drink it down. It's some thirty seconds later before my body stops twitching.
I collapse onto the bed and grab you, wrapping you in my arms and pulling you close to me so that I can kiss you. My body is lost between aching and euphoria, but you feel so warm and soft and good against me.
We lie like that for what must be a good ten minutes as we catch our breaths and listen to our heartbeats slowing down. The kisses become gentle, and coupled with gentle caresses. And then the mind starts to wander. And I notice how hot and wet your pussy is against my leg. And I can feel my cock getting hard again.