The Arrival Ch. 02

He says he’s waiting for the next installment of my story and I’m cramming thoughts down on paper trying desperately to come up with some incredible next chapter to the most erotic story ever to come out of me. But what he doesn’t know is that the next installment has already been playing out in my head in a thousand different scenarios.

It’s the putting down on paper that becomes difficult. Trying to express this newfound sense of sexual self, the absolute power of my own sexuality, and the raw need expressed in my words. It becomes an “outdo” contest in my head.

I find myself once again wanting to write another story because he’s waiting for one. The thought of continuing to express my desire of him in this way excites me. I want him to know what an incredible woman I am. That this expression lives in me. That I am a beautiful, sexy, erotic, intelligent woman and how lucky he is that I want him.

I know that sounds incredibly conceited but it’s as if a door into my soul has opened and I see my true self there. The good and the bad, everything that excites him is everything that I am. Take away one part and it may change the chemistry. I excite him in a way that no other woman ever has and I’m proud of that. There is a deep physical connection between us that will never go away.

I think the need between us scares him. He’s torn between wanting me and not wanting to care too much. Secretly thinking it could work, but knowing in his heart that he can’t give me the love I need. Knowing too that she believes in them, that it could work, only serves to harden his heart even further. Why take the long road to pain he thinks.

He doesn’t understand her complete love for him, doesn’t understand that he is her Knight in Shining Armor, that he loves her in a way that makes her believe in herself again. That instead of propping her up in times of crisis he helps her get up and dusted off. Remembering every little thing she likes, making her laugh, showing her the truth. Bullying her when she got too low to care anymore, he made her anger work for her. Made her express her feelings when she thought all hope was lost. Made her want to show him that she was this woman he kept claiming she was.

His belief in her was sometimes all she had to hold on to. The only light in the darkened tunnel. So when I say these stories are my love letters to you, don’t be afraid, just accept what little love comes your way in this lifetime and be grateful. Know that this love isn’t demanding of you, could never be taken away, and is deeper than the miles and situations separating us. And if you never believe in us, I will still love you, because you have touched my soul and awakened in me dreams long thought dead and because sometimes giving really does mean more than receiving.

The Arrival: Chapter Two

A faint stirring in the bed next to me pulls me from my passion induced stupor. I roll over to see you sitting on the edge of the bed rummaging around on the ground for something. My body is still tingling and recovering from our lovemaking. My nipples are sore and a little bruised from your hands and mouth but it only reminds me of how incredibly passionate you are.

You must have felt my eyes on your back because you notice that I am awake now and lean down to kiss my mouth. Upon the first touch of your mouth to mine both of us realize that it wasn’t a dream, that we just spent hours making love to each other.

And now we want more. It will never be enough. The need to touch you, stroke you, and please you has only increased. This slavery to my body’s desires is foreign to me, but at the same time I know I can’t stop. I have to see this through, I have to know that you had me in every way I’ve ever wanted because this may be my only chance to experience this absolute abandon. To experience the controlled and measured way you tease me to completion.

I can see the desire in your eyes now and I wonder what you will do to my body now that we are lying here next to each other naked and vulnerable. The shyness is gone now, there is nothing left of me that you won’t know about tomorrow morning. My head is filled with the fantasies of control, domination, and yes, even slight pain. And I can’t believe this is really me, that I’m yearning for you to be the master of my sex, for your hands to roughen on me, for your eyes to harden, and for the need to overcome your sense of propriety and fairness. I want you to take me as if I am a prostitute, using my body as a vessel only for your pleasure. And knowing that when you do that, when you take me in a way that is only for you, your pleasure only increases mine.

I watch you walk towards my suitcase and pull out the blindfold and the scarves I packed. The fantasies in my head must have shown through to you because your walking towards me now with the silk scarves threaded your fingers. The blindfold dangling from your pinkie, a mischievous smile on your lips. My mouth goes dry in anticipation and I feel a wetness between my thighs.

You walk around to the end of the bed and come up behind me, your body brushing against mine. I’m feeling your stomach and hips pressed tightly against my ass for the first time and it’s an incredible feeling. I’m soft in all the right places and you fit against me like a puzzle piece. Your hardness and warmth is spreading a simmering sensation down my back and pooling in a flow of white heat deep in my core.

The hair on your chest caressing my back is causing little ripples of excitement to flow through me. Your hands cover mine and begin to separate them, pulling them in opposite directions. I feel the distinct silky feel of the scarf touch my fingers and I know. I know what you have in mind now. The knot is slipped over my wrist and pulled taut to the right side, my balance off kilter, I am pulled even tighter against you. You smile at me, and tell me this is how you want me to be, open, wet, and completely at your mercy, of which you have none. You slip the knot around my left wrist and pull it tightly to the left side.

Now I am laying there on my back, my arms spread wide, my breast exposed to your eyes, mouth and touch. I find myself wanting to spread my legs for you too, show you my pussy and how wet I am. I’m secretly thrilled and yet slightly ashamed at how wet I am. As if I am a good girl with very naughty thoughts running through my head and the shame is spurring them on.

Knowing I could make you fuck me and end this torture quickly, but I won’t. The game is too important to me. It’s too important to you too, you want that good girl and in order to save any sense of propriety I had left you needed to tie me up, so I would know that what was about to happen was out of my hands. Could I help it if your fingers were exploring every inch of my body? Could I help but to respond when you take my nipple in your mouth? No.

I look up and see you and I get a little thrill because I can’t help thinking, how well do I really know this person. I’m almost frightened thinking about being this confined in a room with you when there’s this look in your eye that says, no matter how I cry, no matter how I plead, no matter how much I beg, you aren’t stopping until you get what you want. That’s the ultimate power you have over me and I am scared. But that is part of this game between us, the thrill of being frightened, being robbed of the ability to say no. The doubt must have shown through because you whisper into my ear, “close your eyes luv“, and slip the blindfold over my head and cover my eyes completely.

I can no longer see what you are doing, but I can hear your breathing. You must be close because I can feel the warmth of your breath on my cheek. Your hands find my nipples and begin to pinch them into stiffness while whispering in my ear, “I know you’re going to beg me at some point before this is over, but I won’t give in to you. I’m going to eat your pussy until your juice is covering my face, then I‘m going to fuck your ass long and hard, and I know you’re going to want my cock in your pussy, but you can’t have it until I say you can. Until I’ve had my fill of you, and only then.”

The moan escaping my mouth is stifled by your lips covering mine. I can feel the walls of my pussy contracting at your words, and the quickening of my breathing only confirms what I already knew deep down. That I like being tied up, like my body being used in this way, like being the object of sexual desire and it’s awakening an even more desperate desire that you be the one to break me. That only you can put me up on that perch, build it up to an excruciating fever pitch, and hold me in that state of heightened arousal until I break before you and beg for my release.

I feel the ties on my hands loosening and I can’t stop the disappointment I feel at being freed from my bonds, only to feel you pushing me over onto my stomach, and tying my hands above my head. Your hands are rougher now, a little less patient, as if you are a stranger out to take a woman and don’t want any fuss.

The scarves are tight on my wrists and I’m squirming in the bed, my face pushed down into the mattress. I feel your hands gripping my waist and pulling up on me, positioning my ass to your benefit. I moan into the mattress and you know I want your cock in my ass. And somehow that makes you even less willing to give it to me. At least on my terms.

You continue to pull me up until I am on my knees, my ass in the air, and my hands tied tightly to the headrest. I feel your knee between my legs, separating them, pushing them farther apart. I can feel the heat of your gaze on my ass, devouring every last curve, your line of sight leading you down to my swollen pussy lips. Seeing what you are doing to me manifesting itself in the form of wetness leaking out of me.

Your hands reach the swell of my ass and you start to massage my ass cheeks. Preparing them for the onslaught of sexual desire you are about to unleash on me. There is no tenderness in your touch this time, no, this time, it’s raw lust driving you. Your finger dips into my pussy and swirls the juice around and around, wetting your finger thoroughly. Dragging it back up my slit to my ass, you wet my asshole with our cum. I can’t help but to respond to your touch and my ass is moving in little circles, trying to get more of your touch, feeling your fingers rubbing my tight hole, knowing your cock is only inches away.

One hand reaches up to my head and you pull me by my hair until my back is arched, baring my ass to you even more. I feel the head of your cock at the entrance to my ass and because I am tied, and because your hand is holding my hair I can’t move away from you. Your grip tightens on my hair and at the same time I can feel your cock head pressing into my ass. I try to move back against you, to feel more of you filling up my ass but you don’t like that and slap my ass hard. I cry out and my ass tightens, which is what you wanted in the first place.

I tighten up my ass again and pull more of your cock into me. It is so tight and it hurts, but in a way that makes me want to push my ass back against you even more. I’m greedy when it comes to you and I want that cock deep inside me. I can feel the tautness of your leg muscles against the backs of my thighs as you push more of your cock into me. I imagine what you are seeing and it makes me squirm a little in embarrassment. Your hard cock pushing into my tight asshole, stretching it out, making it open for you.

Our bodies are almost even now, your cock almost all the way in to the hilt of me. Your hand is at the top of my waist and pushing down, straightening my body to accept all of you. Your other hand now pulling on my nipples, alternating between both of them, never letting them get soft. Always wanting my nipples hard and my pussy soft and wet. I feel you sheath yourself in my ass all the way now and I moan in pleasure, oh god, you are so hard and long.

You begin to work your cock even deeper into me, letting me know how much you are enjoying this. There is literally a wet spot on the bed beneath me and yet you haven’t even touched my pussy. This is what you do to me, drive all thoughts of anything else out of my head until I can only think about the pleasure you are about to give me.

I want to fuck you now with my ass and I think you will let me. I start to move my ass back against you, my hips arching up and down in an effort to rub your cock all over the inside of my ass. Arching up to receive your every thrust, your stroking almost languid at this point. You have me where you want me, why rush things.

Your every movement causes my pussy to tighten up and ache for your touch. My body is so taut right now and I know that if you were to touch my pussy I would cum immediately. But you won’t touch my pussy right now, you want me begging for your touch, you want to see the wetness dripping out of me and you want to know its all because of you.

You push into me again and hold it there, just letting me feel you grow even larger. My ass squeezing down on you, working the length of you, using my muscles to massage the whole of your cock. I want your stroking now, the deepening of your thrusts, to fill me over and over again. The ties pulling on my hands now I’m straining to receive more of you, pushing my body into you, matching your every movement. Showing you I want more, that I’ll take everything you can give me.

I can feel you cock thickening now, and I know you’re going to cum inside my ass. I wish I could see your cock jerking, spilling your seed over my ass, marking it as yours. Oh yes, I love that, love knowing I can do this to you. Knowing that it isn’t over, not even close.

Your shout of pleasure fills my ears and I feel myself contracting in response, my pussy squeezing down on the parts of your cock I can feel through the walls of my pussy. My breathless gasp and the tightening of my body telling you what pleasure you are giving me. Exhausted, I feel you collapse against my back, sliding your hands down my body and holding me up as I start to come down.

Later he whispers into her ear, “This is all I have to give, luv. I’ll never lie to you or hurt if I can avoid it but I can’t love you.”