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Say the Words
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Say the Words We start cleaning off the table from supper. I watch you lean across the table reaching for an errant piece of silverware. I am helpless against how you make me want you in every sense of the word. I slide in behind you wrapping one arm around your belly pulling you to me. Your feigned protests go unheeded for we both can feel what we are both craving. Your resistance stops when you feel my lips on that spot upon your neck. A soft kiss a gentle nibble as you let your body enjoy the proximity we are sharing. Part of you knows this shouldn’t happen at the table where we just ate. Part of you wonders If it isn’t proper why does it still feel so right, so good. My hands gravitate to your breasts. My words whisper how amazing you feel. How irresistibly sexy you are to me. How lucky I am. These words kiss your skin along with my lips. My hands, disconnected from my consciousness, simply seek the pleasure of you. Caressing squeezing fondling cupping rubbing your breasts. My hands search burrow until they find a way under your top. A gentle rake of my teeth along your delicate neck elicits a sharp gasp from you. My hands free you from the cups of your bra. I can feel your hard nipples in the palms of my hands as i squeeze your breasts pressing them again you and forcing you against me all the more. One of your hands finds balance upon the table as the other hand reach back up and behind you in a vain attempt to hold my head. You shouldn’t want it like this, yet deep down this is exactly what you desire You hand tries to hold onto me as my lips ground you to me. I nibble your ear as one hand slides down your sexy body. My hand working its way under your clothes so that nothing is between my touch and you. A quick sharp pinch of your nipple sends a current through you. Not a moment later, you feel the contours of my fingers slide over your mound, over your clit, down the length of your lips. My hand gently rocks with the unspoken iambic beat of your desire. Fingers delicately dancing along the crest of your lips. Soft swirling motions like whirlpools an oar leaves in its wake as it meanders on the pond in the park on a lazy summer afternoon. Your nipple rolled between my fingers gently pulled and released as my passion heated breath rolls down your neck and then your chest like a lone tumbleweed. The Proud and Prejudiced lady would never allow this debauchery to transpire. So why are we still here? Currents of ecstasy meanders along your curves. Your skin, the canvas. My touch, the brush. Our desire, the unseen paint. Two fingers delve into you eager to feel the wetness we both know has manifested. One hand caresses and fondles one hand plunges and rubs as two lips kiss and suck. You aren’t supposed to want this now. This isn’t how love and romance is supposed to live. Yet be both find our clothes confine us censoring our intimate desires. How can you justify how we hurriedly try to remove our clothes. We tear at our clothes like wolves to prey at the moment of the kill. Where are the butterflies in the pit of your stomach you are supposed to feel as you save yourself only indulging in a secret salacious glance from across the ballroom. Have they been scorched by the burning ache you feel knowing the only cure is to be filled completely in the the most carnal way. Has the sensation of the pad of my finger strumming up and down over your swollen clit blinded you to how a lady’s control is her power. The sudden jolt of another quick tweak of your nipple in my hand ends the ability to debate. For the moan you release has said this so. Your hips rock in time with my fingers as they move in and out of you. Our bare bodies pressed together as we dance to a mosaic of fantasies. We undulate as separate halves of the same whole. Each time my fingers slide inside you you can feel the pleasure pulse out and tingle every extremity. My lips tongue and teeth never stop tasting you. Yet no matter how good this all feels, it is incomplete. I belong inside you. You yearn to be filled, sheathing me within you. Your legs are already weak with desire and pleasure. You can tell how badly I want you. You can’t deny how badly you want me. We won’t be complete until I am inside you. My hands leave you for a moment till you feel one hand upon your upper back pushing you forward. This isn’t how this is done this isn’t the proper way and you momentarily push back against my hand. You suddenly feel your head pulled back as your hair pulls against your scalp. You mind tells you you aren’t supposed to like this. Your body finds itself gluttonous for more. The hand pushes firmly against your back. Pushing your body down as your head is pulled back and up. Your hands trying to find balance upon the table. Not wanting it to end. Yet wanting to enjoy it all more. Bent over and controlled. There at the dinner table at his pleasure unable to resist whatever he does. The whispers of society tell you this isn’t making love, that you shouldn’t succumb to the pleasure of enjoying this. This isn’t what good girls do. You aren’t supposed to enjoy feeling the tip of me pressed against your lips ready to plunge into you. Yet here you are ass up before me your hair in my hand. You know how luscious it feels when I slide my curved shaft into you. How you stretch around me pulling me in. How it feels when our bodies collide. Here I am behind you but not in you. Can you do it? Can you bring your fantasies into the light and embrace who you are? Here I am ready to take you. Here I am ready to fulfill your unspoken desire. Your body make your mouth beg. Desire pushes a long drawn out “Pleeeeeeease” past your lips. This is the passion I want to hear, but not the words. Your plea to feel me inside you goes unanswered. You can start to feel the slight straining in the muscles along your throat. A slight turn of my wrist and you can feel the pull of your scalp as your hair coils around my hand pulling your head back just a little more. Your soft gasping moan only fuels the fires raging inside us both. There are no words to describe the wetness you feel between your thighs. The burning desire within you belly only amplifies every sensation your body feels and heightens every senses. You can feel the rigid tension of my wanton desire as my cock is pressed against your ass and thigh. The sharp sting of my open hand against your bare ass is felt as the sound of the spank registers in your ears. You can feel the heat rising from your ass, as your body tries to cool the sting. Your hardened nipples are begging for attention as you feel the pulsating throbbing heartbeat of need. Our bodies oscillating with hunger for each other as lust fills our lungs. Your hands clenching the sides of the table bracing for what you are craving. The cumslut inside you wants to say the words. The lady inside you doesn't want to admit that this is what she wants. Your mind can’t seem to focus, but your body knows you need me inside of you. The warmth of my bare skin against yours reaffirms you can’t deny your desires. Bent over the table hair pulled ass spanked. This is what the lady and the cumslut both want and need. You know you must say the words. The cumslut finally begs. “FUCK ME.” Authors notes - Have actually been working on two other stories when this came to mind yesterday at lunch. Again first draft so apologize for any typos etc. Hopefully it doesn't ramble too much about 1/2 way through I felt to semi rant and take a shot at the Victorian sense of sexual suppression. The piece is supposed to be about one's ability to embrace their inner desires. Cumslut is not meant to be a derogatory term but more an empowering one where one the the protagonists finally embraces and own desires. That not everything has to be candlelight and soft jazz that it is ok (for them) to have that torrid heated passion. |
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I'm meltinggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggg. Another one bites me good!!! LOL
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Just wish it was me you were talking about!  I love the way you write.
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am glad you enjoyed not my work so wasnt sure how bad it was going to be lol hopefully will have another story posted before the workshop on tuesday 
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