Flames of Passion

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Sexy lingerie transforms a pair of lovers.
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Written and Edited by PgFalcon

Hi! My name is Tania. No, not "Tan-yea", it's pronounced Tawn-yah. If you've got a problem with it take it up with my mother: she chose it.

I am an eight hundred pound midnight black dragon from Ohio. I didn't always weight eight hundred pounds: once upon a time I was an ordinary girl, and couldn't have weighed more than 120lbs soaking wet. Talk about putting on weight, right? Nobody would dare make a fat joke to my face though... heck most people just try to keep from wetting themselves.

Not Jamie though. He's my sweet-heart, and he doesn't mind that I'm a dragon now. In fact I think he gets a kick out of it! Not many people get to date a magical creature straight out of a fantasy novel. Most people don't even believe I exist until they see me, and even then they usually just go all gawky and spew gibberish until I go away.

I don't photograph well. Well.... Actually I don't photograph at all. Point a camera at me and the camera either melts or breaks or explodes... it's fairly sad really. This one kid once actually was able to snap a picture of me somehow, but all it showed was an overexposed blob with glowing eyes. Same thing goes for video. My presence is usually enough to interfere with lights and electricity for miles.

How did this happen, you ask? I'd love to tell you!

It all started on a cold Friday night after I had just gotten off work....

***

"Tawny," says the voice over my phone. It's Jamie, and Tawny is his nickname for me. Jamie's name is actually just James, but I always call him Jamie. "You free?"

"Yeah," I answer, drawing out the word and smiling as I do so, "Where we going?"

"It's a surprise!" he answers.

"Ooo!" I squeal, "What's the surprise!?" I ask.

"That would be telling," he says. I can practically see his eyes crinkling from his here-then-gone smile.

"What kind of surprise is it?"

"A fun one," he answers. "Do you want me to pick you up?"

"If you're close by, sure! When can you be here?"

"Now, if you like," he says stepping around the street corner.

I close my phone and pocket it. Jamie is sneaky like that. He knows all my habits by heart, including my route home after work.

"Stalking me, eh?" I jibe playfully.

"Who, me?" he says, feigning innocence. "I was just stretching my legs!"

He touches his pocket and the Jeep parked on the curb blinks twice, the interior lights turning on. We lock arms as we walk back to it.

"So where we going?"

"A new store," Jamie answers evasively.

"What do they sell?" I ask leaning on his arm. His strong muscles can be felt clear through the thick brown sweater he's wearing tonight.

"Toys," he answers, grinning. A half-truth, eh? Hmm...

"Would this shop happen to be on the corner of Garnish and Pine?" I ask, looking up into his dark hazel eyes with mock shock. I can't match his poker face though, and premature smiles threaten at the corners of my mouth until I break out in laughter.

He blushes, but laughs with me.

"Well, yes," he says. "Now you've ruined the surprise."

We've reached his car and both get in. The engine starts powerfully.

"It was a wonderful surprise," I tell him, kissing him softly. "...while it lasted."

More cattish grins from me and fleeting smiles from him.

"Do you want to check it out? It could be... fun."

"Yes," I agree, nodding my head and feigning wisdom. "Very fun."

And he pulls out onto the road.

It doesn't take long for us to get to the store. The old place went out of business: they sold shoes or something. Now the building has been taken over by an "adult" toy store. It opened just last week. The owner had completely remodeled everything, and the windows are all done up with neon. Jamie parks the car and as we walk through the door a bell rings. Nobody seems to be inside though.

The store is surprisingly clean and neat, Organized rows of clothing and costumes take up most of the floor space. On the walls hang more... interesting items. An entire wall appears to be dedicated to bondage and dominance type things, from ball gags and pink furry handcuffs to reverse chastity belts and small whips. A square glass case labeled 'obedience trainer' contains a thin leather collar studded with silvery spikes. Its tag boldly states the price to be $799, so I ignore it.

"Hmm...." I say, eyeing Jamie mischievously. He seems to be having second thoughts about coming here... or he might be reading my mind.

I slowly reach out and pick up a strap-on. List price only $8999.

He actually balks, and I laugh out loud.

"I'm just joking!" I giggle. "You should have seen your face!"

He laughs nervously, relaxing a little. Neither of us have ever been inside a store like this before.

"Did you have anything in mind?" I whisper.

"I have no idea..." he whispers back, overwhelmed by the selection.

"Maybe we should keep it simple, then come back later?"

"Sounds like a plan," he answers, "but what then?"

"Mmmm..." I answer. "Maybe some dirty lingerie?" I say naughtily, shaking my booty.

I see his interest spike considerably.

There are several more display cases throughout the store, each one containing extremely pricey items and not explaining the reason for their high costs. I'm browsing through thongs of all colors when I notice one such display case at the end of the row. It's a tall glass box, lit with a spot light above, and on a dummy model are what appear to be black snakeskin-leather panties and bra, fingernail sized scales seamlessly blended into their design. They must be ungodly expensive, but still I read the display's label.

"Dragon-skin lingerie: for extra fire in the bedroom," I say reading it. "Weird, it doesn't have a price tag... I'll bet it costs a fortune!"

"I see you have found something you like," says a silken voice behind me. I spin around to see a dark haired man in a sleek business suit with a black tie. He has a pencil mustache on his lip, and his shoes are so shiny that they're nearly blinding. Jamie is instantly by my side. He's very protective.

"Oh, not really... I'm sure these are out of our price range," I answer.

"On the contrary," he says, smiling. One of his molars is gold. He has a very wide smile. "I can't seem to sell this pair. They are a very precise fit, you see. I have discounted them to 149 dollars.... Would you care to try them on?" He finishes with another mile-wide smile.

I hesitate: that's still an awful lot of money, but Jamie of course doesn't miss a beat.

"Do you take debit?" he asks.

"Of course," says the man. "Let me get the items for you miss; the changing room is right over there."

"Oh," is all I can say as he unlocks the case and hands me the underwear and bra. They are indeed leather, but they're unspeakably soft and supple... and very warm too. Probably from sitting under the bright light all day. The black leather looks gorgeous as I let it flow between my hands, the scales flashing occasionally in the light.

I can't think of anything to say, my breath seems to have been taken away, so I quickly turn towards the changing rooms to try them on. I find myself feverishly hoping they fit.

I quickly strip naked after locking the door shut behind me. Two tall mirrors face opposite each other, and standing in between them I appraise my body.

I have long, straight black hair that travels down my back, my breasts are full, well-formed, and, in my mind, flawless. I have long legs, an athletic build, and beach-tanned skin. I'm no cover-girl, but I'm not homely either.

I put the bra on first, sliding my arms through the loops: there isn't even a clasp in the back anyways. It feels soft and hot against my skin as it travels down my arms and over my head, pulling very tight over my shoulders but sliding past smoothly, and finally I pull it down over my breasts and tuck them in and adjust them.

I've never in my life had a bra fit so well, it's almost like wearing a second skin! And boy is it hot. I mean both literally and figuratively. The bra feels like it's heated, and I feel my nipples go erect involuntarily from the unfamiliar sensation of it, forming two small dimples in the pliable leather. I let out a purr of satisfaction.

I could have stood there looking at myself for hours, but I wanted to put on the panties too! I could only hope that they fit as good as the bra.

I step into them and put the leather up my legs, the sensation sending goose-bumps up my body. The material feels simply fantastic!

After some work I manage to slip the leather past my hips, and the panties fit snugly into place. God, just wearing these things is making me wet!! They just feel so good, and they're sooooo warm, and they fit perfectly! I would hardly notice they were there if not for their radiant heat.

I am so getting these.

I hurriedly put my clothes back on, wearing my new favorite lingerie underneath, and step outside.

"Perfect fit!" I announce gleefully. Something like a spark seems to light up the dark-haired man's eyes, but it's gone in an instant.

"How fortuitous," he says pertly.

He gives the box to Jamie, then takes the plastic from his outstretched hand and swipes it once at the register. After a thank you and a fair-well we leave the shop and are back in the Jeep.

"Oh. My. God Jamie. This is the best present I have ever gotten," I whisper in his ear, snuggling up against him as he turns the key.

"Were to now?" he asks, knowing my answer before he even finished asking.

"Your place, duh." I say giggling. I'm practically grinding my breasts against him. I've never been this turned on before.

He smiles and puts the car in gear.

***

When we arrive at his apartment the soft leather undergarments seem to have actually gotten toastier: which is perfectly fine with me considering the weather. It feels sinfully good, and I hope I'm not making a mess out of the panties. I would absolutely hate to ruin them the first day, but considering they were sold in a sex shop I'm sure they will be fine. He unlocks his front door and I rush inside. It must be below fifty degrees, but I feel flushed with heat from both the lingerie and my own rushing hormones. Jamie turns on the heater while I immediately strip down to my new underwear.

He had turned his back to me to adjust the thermostat, but when he turns back to see me his breath literally catches in his throat and his eyes widen in amazement.

"How do I look," I ask him bashfully. I feel sexy, and I know that Jamie is of the same mind. He looks as though he might start drooling any second.

"Aren't you cold?" he asks, shivering as I walk over to him. I answer him by wrapping my arms around him and kissing him passionately, letting my body heat sink into him through his thick clothing. I wrap my leg up and around his hip, practically hanging on him, and with my other hand unclasp his belt.

He quickly starts undressing, shedding his sweater to reveal hard-won muscles: the body of fighter. He is a champion wrestler and takes boxing and martial arts lessons. Despite all of that he is a gentle man, as well as an intellectual. Right now he's not doing much thinking though, least ways not with his brain, but to be fair I'm not either. We're both losing ourselves to our growing passion.

I manage to unbutton his jeans and unzip his fly when he grabs me under my leg and around my waist, and hauls me high up into the air: he's over half a foot taller than me and probably weights nearly 190 pounds. The furnace kicks in and hot air blows up out of vents that we pass as he carries me down a short hallway, both of us kissing the entire way with my arms wrapped around his broad shoulders, my legs around his waist.

He takes me into a small bedroom with a queen sized bed in it, and drops me onto the cold sheets. Fiery heat quickly transfers from my skin to the cool fabric. Strangely, I am not in the least bit sweaty despite how hot I feel. Hot cocoa has nothing on this.

Jamie crawls on top of me, his hands playing over my body, his fingertips trailing along my skin. More goosebumps. My hands reach underneath him and begin working down his pants. He quickly kicks them off, and is now only in his boxers. He has a raging erection easily visible: Jamie is bigger than anyone I have ever known. I once measured him to nearly eight inches long. I myself am very much wet, I'm so horny it's almost painful: my need is escalating faster than it ever has before.

Jamie cups my breasts and we kiss for what seems like forever. I reach down to play with his balls and he reaches down to put his hand over my pussy. It feels like it's practically pouring out heat, steam is actually rising off my body! I've never felt like this before! I'm already panting and the fun hasn't even started!

Then something unexpected happens. We're both toying with each other, playing around to see who would cave first, when I feel one of Jamie's fingers slide into my pussy as he gently rubs my mound though the thin leather.

I'm so surprised that I actually shout a little, and sit up. The panties are still on, but he definitely touched my pussy!

Jamie seems to be surprised as well, and scoots back to look at the naughty underwear.

At first it's completely unnoticeable, but upon close examination we discover that there is an opening in the front of the underwear corresponding perfectly with my puss, a discreet slit that can be parted with the fingers to reveal my pink flesh underneath.

The leather moves with my skin and body so well it is hardly noticeable at all, and now with this convenient discovery I won't even need to take the panties off! Jamie takes the cue and begins stimulating me with his fingers, and I spread my legs. Jamie is so very good at this.

My skin feels as though it is vibrating with sensation as he goes to work on me. It doesn't take much: I'm so wound up that could have achieved orgasm simply from kissing.

It is the most blissful climax I have ever felt to that date. I buck my hips on the bed, and Jamie unexpectedly dives in and starts tonguing my clit while I'm in mid-orgasm, and oh my God I never knew I could feel like that. My body is electric. My mind in a fog. Surely heaven has nothing on this.

Slowly I regain control and composure, and sensing this Jamie climbs back up on top of me. I'm panting as if I just ran a mile, yet my lust hasn't been abated in the slightest.

I tear Jamie's boxers off his body, the fabric ripping easily under the shadow of my desperate need. His rampant erection is incredible, a testament to maleness, and everything clean-shaven and smooth, just like myself. I pull him on top of me and roll my hips to slide my wet sex up his shaft, coating it in a layer of my personal brand of feminine product. He shudders from the touch, and I grind against him letting my pussy make a beautiful, glistening mess. It's like I'm not even wearing anything anymore: the lingerie might as well be forgotten now.

"I need you inside me," I whisper in his ear.

"I love you," he replies breathlessly.

I grab hold of his meat and he lifts up, and in one smooth motion he penetrates me all the way. I grab hold of his back tightly and wrap my legs around his waist, squeezing him as tight as I possibly can. His face twitches as he controls his breathing. Our eyes are locked, and we kiss without moving for the longest time, him as hard as stone inside my body and me tightly squeezing him.

Jamie picks me up off the bed powerfully, his arms wrapped around my ass and back, and spins around. If I were to release my legs from his waist my toes wouldn't even touch the floor. My breasts are mashed up against his chest, our mouths and locked together, and our sexes intimately joined. If only this moment could last forever.

We are both laughing as he holds me up in the air, the intimacy of our positions overshadowing all of our thoughts, and tightening my legs around Jamie's waist I lean away from him. Jamie strains to counterbalance my weight by leaning back and holding onto my waist, until I'm nearly level with the floor. If my mom ever knew that I would be using the skills I learned in gymnastics in the bedroom like this I'm not sure she would have signed me up when I was little.

My abdomen flexes as I reach up to pull my hair back over my shoulders to let it fall to the floor, my breasts jutting into the air underneath the very supportive leather bra.

Jamie quirks his brow appreciatively, his neck bulging as he strains to hold me up, and I smile back up at him. Something like electricity seems to pass between our eyes.

But he cannot hold me up forever: I'm not feather-light, so he falls backwards onto the bed with me on top of him, still clutching him tightly, my hair flying like a cape behind me as I wrap myself tightly against his body, riding my dearest bronco. He leaps at the last moment launching us both into the middle of the mattress with a resounding bounce. The springs of the mattress squeak in protest.

I release his back and loosen my legs, sitting up to straddle him, my pelvis resting on his, the sensations of my motions exquisite. The scales of my lingerie grind against his groin.

"God! It's like being fucked by a snake!" he exclaims deliriously. I smile at the connotations.

I reach up and rub my breasts through the smooth scales of the bra, the leather so close to my skin and so perfectly matched to me that I feel naked: the skin of the bra might as well be my own. It's beyond blissful, and bordering on sinful.

I rock my hips, and Jamie moans underneath me. Oh god my skin feels like it's on fire! And my pussy... it feels fantastic. I slide up and down on Jamie, my movements smooth and slow.

"Oh Tania," he moans. "I love you so much."

I grin. I know he loves me, just as I love him, but right now it's the sex talking. The boy would love Hitler if he did this sort of thing to him.

Jamie begins thrusting desperately back into me as I move my body up and down his cock, and we're rocking the bed now. Euphoria clouds my mind and his as we lose ourselves to the rhythm. I rub my breasts, and am surprised to find that they feel completely naked now. Did the bra slip off? I don't care, I twist my aching nipples in my fingers and squeeze my flesh as Jamie fucks me, soft sighs escaping my throat.

I've never before felt like this during sex. I find myself moving and bucking on top of Jamie in time to his thrusts. My hands switch back and forth between kneading my breasts and clawing at the sheets. It feels so damned good! What's different? What is going on here?

Jamie is of the same mind. It's all he can do to keep himself from prematurely ejaculating; holding back that inevitability is requiring every ounce of his concentration and constitution. Something odd seems to be happening here, but he simply can't place it. Concern passes a curious shadow over his face, but it's gone as quickly as it appears.

We're both growing desperate for release, and Jamie is rapidly picking up his pace, when I notice something very strange. Despite the mind-numbing pleasure that Jamie is giving me I can't simply ignore it. As it turns out I must have been ignoring it for quite a while, because the problem seems to be quite a ways along.

I notice it first when something brushes against my leg that isn't Jamie. It's soft, dry, and scaly. My first thought is that there's a snake in the bed with us, but I can't gather enough panic to do something about it. Whatever it is I don't care: I'm in the middle of having sex and dangerously close to my second release. Jamie is grunting desperately, and I know he could blow at any second, so I tear my thoughts away from this odd development and give him my all, praying that he can hold back a few moments longer, grinding against him in such a way that I feel my clit rub against his bulging shaft. I can feel his dick stroking my g-spot from this position too.