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Rock of Ages, Chapter 5
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Rock of Ages, Chapter 5 You release me for a moment and I just dangle in the water. Floating on my back, I arch, my head and feet draped beneath the water, neck arched and bared to my Beast…tummy and breasts pointing at the sky. It’s a languid lazy seductive floaty feeling. My body burns as I hang there almost as if your hands are supporting me. I pull my head from beneath the water and breathe the scented air deeply – all I can sense is lust, hedonism, eros. My breathing is a gasping whimper and my need is still crashing through me…I see you watching my chest rise and fall just as yours does and for a moment we both just let the coolness of the water return our breath, if not our sanity, to us. My Barracuda curls under the water beneath me. I can feel the wash of the current as you do a quick swim from one end of the pool to the other, stretching lithe muscles and then come up underneath me so suddenly it makes me squeak in surprise, even knowing you were there. As you rise up, you cradle me in your arms and begin to lift me from the water. I curl myself against your chest, fingers pressing and touching all of those glorious muscles, my mouth buried at the pulse in your throat. My hunger has not abated, my sensual cravings have not ceased and I am hoping that you will take me to the nearest soft surface and make the longest slowest love to me. I hope, pray, as my eyes close and I just feast on your skin…each grazing of my teeth making you shudder as you walk slowly into shallower and shallower water and then finally begin climbing the steps out of the pool. I feel the water cascading from our bodies as you walk up the steps. It’s as if we are merfolk that can live on land or “sea.” I barely notice my surroundings – intent only on the feel of you against me, the taste of you on my mouth, but as you walk our naked forms through the gate I pause and look around and then back into your eyes. You don’t look back at me. Your glittering diamond black eyes are focused on something seemingly in the distance. I begin to cling more fervently to you…curious and animal-wary as you stride into the trees carrying me. I feel a frisson of fear roll over me, safe but not safe in my Lover’s arms…inquisitive, yet almost filled with trepidation as I perversely crave whatever you have in store. My hedonistic seduction never leaves me as I curl around you…my mouth continuing to move over your neck and shoulders as you carry me, Your enormous cock bumping my ass. I am a mass of conflicting want and need…desires and hungers…love and lust. I feel our bodies slick against one another as you walk…finally coming to a halt in a clearing beneath the trees. Peering around with interest, my brow furrowed slightly in confusion, I look around seeking something, anything, that will tell me what we are doing here. All I see is nature – trees, grass, vines, greenness with a giant rock off to the side of it all. My eyes glance back to yours, but you still will not look at me as you pad barefooted and panther silent to the huge rock and lay me on the day-warmed surface. Still watching you cautiously, I shift a bit, the nature in me comfortable with the platform and just naturally finding a comfortable place upon it. I love the feeling of the warm rock beneath me and the sensuality of the day continues to roll as I stretch out on the surface…looking up through the leaves of the trees overhead into the blue sky beyond, feeling long and languid and purry. I hear your growling appreciation as you watch me adjust and stretch. I tease by opening my thighs a bit more wanting you to see the effects that you have on me…that you ALWAYS have on me. As my thighs spread the growl deepens and becomes ever more feral. The lava that still rolls through my veins competes with the warmth of the surface of the boulder. My eyes close and I hummmmmmm with the pleasure of what I feel until suddenly my wrists are grabbed roughly and I am partially dragged along the ragged surface of the rock. My eyes fly open and I look about with a sense of panic, arching my head to look back up over myself you. I hadn’t counted on you having prepared anything in advance. Fuck. You are holding the end of a long length of rope in your teeth and your eyes have become focused and intent. I can feel my body shift into fight or flight mode and I try to twist and pull away, but that is a fool’s mission for as strong as I am you will always be stronger. You hold my hands in one of your large mitts and take the rope from your mouth with the other and begin binding my wrists together over my head. I hear the faint “chink” of metal as you pull that rope and stretch me out, fastening it off to something out of my eyesight. You move in your silent way…male-graceful and athletic…dragging your hand over the property that you own – rock and woman – while my hips twist and legs squirm as I fight the sudden bindings and shift in the feel of the day. Sensuality is gone, and not gone…our primals have arrived…and I am now growling at you as much as you are at me. I will once again marvel later, if I’m capable, of how fluid we are and how fast our quicksilver moods can change. A strong hand grips my right ankle and I kick out at you, hearing a soft grunt as I connect with your arm, for the majority of my strength is in my legs and I pull no punches with you…ever. You become rougher…merely grabbing the offending foot with a snarl and yanking me down harder…pulling me against the rough surface of the rock. The fact that you get first one ankle and then the other bound and tied with not more than another kick or two landing is a testament to your athletic quickness and ability. The fight of it all leaves us both snarling, growling, panting and heated with the animalistic passions that always rage in each of us. Panther to puma, we are matched, albeit unevenly, in all ways…even in our primal fight. I am tied down tightly…legs spread wide…teeth snapping…jade eyes blazing at you as your black eyes glitter at me. The first blow falls. Your hands begin a calculated series of slaps, pinches, strokes and proddings as you move around me on the rock. Softer slaps to my breasts that are so responsive to you, leaving them moving on my chest, the pain flashing through me and my nipples belying the growled cry of pain that is wrenched from me. Harder slaps to my inner thighs and pussy lips which always crave more abuse at your hands. On this day it IS your hands, no toys to enhance, just the intensity of skin to skin…Beast to beast…imagination to imagination…hunger to hunger. The blows continue…my screams echo in the trees. There is precision…sometimes quick taps to hard nipples followed by soft suckling that makes me cry out as loudly as the slaps. Strong, hard, swift taps to my clit and lips…making me cuss your name…before you begin to stroke softly, too softly and then fill me with long strong fingers that massage my g-spot from within long enough to take me to the edge, but always pulling back before allowing me flight. I curse your torturous existence even as I scream my love and worship of you. You growl…chuckle…purr as you continue the teasing dance around me. The slaps and moans and my whispered whimperings are the only sounds heard in this tiny oasis that should be so quiet. I have not yet begun to beg, but I know it will begin soon. I will not be able to stop it forever as the all too knowledgeable hands rain possessive oppression down on the body that only you have ever controlled so fully. Our passionate battle rages…for the animal in me knows that’s the moment that you await…and I will not go easily. You would be far too disappointed.  |
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Chapter 5 of 7
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very sexy
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2/1/2019 11:20 pm |
interesting reading
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