- BDSM
- The Borrowed Room
- Page 3
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Click hereFinally I couldn't take it any more. My arm went limp and the belt dropped to the floor. Sweat was dripping down into my eyes and my fingers were curled into her hair rather tightly. The orgasm was racing down my spine like a blazing hot frozen locomotive out of control.
"Aaah! Oh fuck... good girl... Mmmmmm... good girl... Aaaahhhhhhhhhhh..." My back arched and my mind flew away in a tempest. As if from miles and miles away I could feel my hot sticky come flooding her mouth and the indescribable ecstasy of her swallowing each and every drop. One small part of my mind which remained rational announced with surprise that I had come more than once, which had never happened before.
The announcement was noted, filed and forgotten. I was busy.
A little while later found us laying back on the futon, totally exhausted. Mari lay on her tummy with her head on my chest, one of her ears tickling the bottom of my chin while I stroked her back softly. She'd been still for so long I was certain she'd fallen asleep.
Looking around the borrowed room, I was more than happy with the accommodations. As I mentioned, it wasn't completely stocked with everything a discerning Dom/me might need, but it was close enough for my needs. I was more than satisfied.
Before I closed my eyes for a little nap of my own I whispered "Mischief managed."
From somewhere down on my chest a small giggle turned into a snore.
- COMMENTS
Justrexover 8 years agoAuthorMy sweet Hermione-
So happy you enjoyed my work, love.
I have no doubt the actual will be as amazing as the fictional.
Counting down the hours
-Rex
Anonymousover 8 years agoit seems you have been reading my mind...and then some, you already have me wide eyed and trembling, and you are still days away from pulling me over your lap and swatting my tender bum. swoon swoon kneel swoon
Anonymousover 8 years ago...I stumbled across your work once again. Your "calling card" within stories is getting easier to pick up as is the voice you write with. The kitsune ears sealed my wonderings. Well done, sir, and one of my favorite to date. I particularly appreciated your reference to Harry Potter.
They say if you are good at something, to continue it. I would agree. But I also challenge you to write further. You have been following a formula so far to your tales; I challenge you to get daring and stray from the safety net. You may like the results, if not you will have a way to improve the formula you are working with now.
Specifically, I challenge you to pull in a personal element. Your stories are a tad removed; the tone is there but something in the surroundings lacks the authenticity of the voice telling it. Sensory details may be the key. The sights, touches, smells, tastes... Add a few to deepen the already strong hold on your reader. If you would like to discuss further, I would be happy to help.
Warn regards as always Rex,
Silver
