I surveyed the dance floor of the hottest new lesbian club.  The mass of women’s bodies writhing and pulsating to the music if front of me.  I’m looking to get my needs met tonight.  I want to fuck.

 

You catch my eye and I stop searching, seeing how you dance with her.  I’ve found my prey and now the hunt begins in earnest.  I don’t move, instead I keep watching, almost staring, looking at your face, waiting until.........  There.  You look at me, see me looking at you.  You turn away, look back and I catch your eye.  I smile slightly knowing that you’re mine now.  You smile back.

 

You keep dancing with the same girl, looking over at me regularly.  Occasional glances at first, gradually getting longer until you’re looking at me all the time you’re dancing with her.  Except now you’re not dancing with her, you’re dancing for me.  And what a dance.  I feel the heat between my legs and realise that not only do I have you hooked, you have me as well.  I keep watching, not staring now because I know I’m going home with you tonight.

 

After a while the other girl leans in and whispers to you then leaves and you come over to me.

 

‘Hi,’ you say.  ‘I’m Fran.’

 

‘Ti,’ I reply.  ‘Hi.’

 

‘You’re Ti?  I’ve heard a lot about you.’

 

I feign a worried look but I know if you were going to run away you would have by now.

 

‘What’ve you heard?’

 

‘That you’ve been around, know lots of people and aren’t looking for a commitment.  And that you’re good.  Really good.

 

I nod slightly as you say this.

 

‘Well, it’s all true.  I won’t deny it.  I won’t apologise for it either.’

 

‘You shouldn’t.  You’re just being yourself.  There’s nothing wrong with that.’

 

‘D’you want a drink?’

 

 

‘Sure.  I’ll take a beer.  For now anyway.’

 

I lead you to the bar and get us each a drink.  I take a swig of mine, you put yours back on the bar and kiss me.  It’s hot, passionate.  I respond, one hand going to your cheek, the other resting on the small of your back, holding into me.

 

You break away from my lips and whisper into my ear.

 

‘I’d rather taste you than the beer here.  Wanna go to my place?’

 

‘You’re direct.  I like that.  Okay, let’s go.’

 

I catch my friends eye and wave, signalling that I’m leaving.  They wave back smiling and shaking their heads in disbelief.

 

We get to your car and I spin you round, pin you against it and kiss you again, my hands inside the top of your dress, pushing the fabric aside to get to your breast.  You fumble with your keys until you get the door open.  I push you inside then climb in after you, shutting the door.

 

I pull the top of your dress down to your waist and free your breasts from your bra before taking one of your hard nipples into my mouth.

 

My hand finds its way up your legs to your clit and you moan as I start to play with you.  You unfasten my trousers and reach inside to play with me as well.

 

Somehow you end up on my lap, your breasts at the perfect height for my mouth.

 

You writhe on top of me as I slide a couple of fingers into you, my palm rubbing your clit.

 

Your free hand slides up my back, inside my shirt and you rake your nails back down.  I gasp and arch my back into you, you nibble at my ear.

 

We’re moving frantically now, fucking each other as hard and fast as we can.  I trap your nipple between my teeth and gently bite down.

 

‘Harder.’ You say between gritted teeth and I happily oblige you, sucking and flicking my tongue over your nipple.  You cry out as you cum and I join you a moment later, my world erupting with pleasure.

 

Eventually we come down from the high, we separate and you pull the top of your dress back up, sliding into the driver’s seat.  I hope your place isn’t far as I’m still nowhere near satisfied.

 

Luckily you live nearby, although I still can’t keep my hands off you.  My fingers tease your clit as you drive, not enough to distract you, just enough to keep you horny.

 

We barely make it through the door before you hungrily fall on me again, guiding me to your bed even whilst forcefully kissing me.  We strip each other’s clothes off then fall onto your bed together, your hands go to my breasts.  Mine go straight back between your legs.  I slide a finger into you, my palm rubs your clit and you arch your back and relax against the bed.

 

I take a nipple into my mouth and suck gently, flicking my tongue over the erect nub then circling it around.  You’re so wet I have no problems sliding two more fingers into you.  You cry out again as I find your G-spot.

 

I grab your nipple with my teeth and suck hard, a shudder runs through you.

 

‘Oh, don’t stop.’  You moan.

 

I pull your nipple and grind my hand into your clit.

 

‘More, harder.’

 

I do as you ask, biting down on your nipple, you pinch and pull at the other then slide your hand into my hair.

 

You push my head down to your pussy.  I stretch your nipple as far as I can then let it go.

 

My mouth finds your clit and I suck it hungrily, you moan as my tongue flicks over your erect nub.

 

Your legs wrap around my neck, pulling me in closer and holding me there, your hands grasp the headboard, you cum hard, pussy puling around my fingers, your juices cover my chin and fall onto your bed.  I keep you at the height of your ecstasy for as long as I can until you collapse back, exhausted.

 

You recover quickly and pull me back up until I’m straddling your face.  Your mouth finds my clit immediately and my legs almost collapse as you find exactly the right spot and stick there.  I feel my cunt fill up as you gently, but firmly push your entire hand inside and start to flex it.  I do collapse onto you now and you roll me over so you’re on top.  In record time I cum, my juices joining yours on the bed but you keep going, making me orgasm again and again until I’m thoroughly spent.

 

We fall asleep together. You mostly on top of me, head resting on my breasts.

I wait anxiously for you to get home.  Your favourite meal is cooking in the kitchen, the table is laid.  I’m all dressed up in that dress you bought me for my birthday and the lingerie from Valentines.  I even skipped dinner and got everywhere waxed.

 

I hear your steps approaching and I glance at the timer in the kitchen.  An hour to go, good.  I meet you at the door with a kiss.

 

I put a finger across your lips as you open your mouth to talk.  I take your bag and coat and lead you to the bedroom.  I toss your stuff into a corner then gently strip your clothes off you.

 

Shoes and socks first, I tickle your soles for a moment and you squirm.  I take your T-shirt off next to reveal your plain, white bra.  I unbuckle your belt and unbutton your jeans then pull them gently down your legs, again you squirm.  I just chuckle.  I unclasp your bra and slide it down your arms, brushing your skin with my hands as much as possible.  Which just leaves you in your plain, white panties.

 

I take the waistband in my teeth and work your briefs down your legs, making sure my tongue brushes your skin regularly until they are off.  I kiss your pubic mound then stand up and lead you to the bathroom where I’ve drawn you up a bath.  A bell sits on the side with a note attached.

 

‘Ring me when you’ve finished.’

 

I help you into the bath then leave you to check on the food.

 

Half an hour later I hear the bell tinkling.  I come back with the biggest, fluffiest towel in the house and I dry you off.  I lead you back into the bedroom, style and dry your hair, apply a little makeup to you and dress you in clothes I’ve picked out for you.

 

The lingerie you bought for our first holiday together comes first, bra, briefs, stockings and suspender belt, even the garter.  You have the best eye for lingerie which is why I let you buy mine.  Next, a brand new dress I bought for you today.  It’s black, made out of the finest silk.  The cut flatters your figure perfectly.  The neck shows a little cleavage, designed to tease rather than expose.  A slit runs up the right hand side to mid-thigh level.  I slip a pair of strappy shoes onto your feet.

 

I help you up and lead you to the dining room.  I help you into your chair the push it back in like that waiter in the restaurant on that quiet weekend we had in the country house hotel.  The one who couldn’t keep his eyes off you.

 

I bring in a bottle of wine and pour us each a glass then return to the kitchen.  I bring in two plates of food, set one in front of you and then, setting the other plate in my place, I sit down as well.  We start eating.

 

‘So,’ you say, speaking for the first time.  ‘What’s all this in aid of?’

 

I smile back at you, keeping silent for a moment to tease you.

 

‘It’s not in aid of anything.  I just thought I’d do something nice for you.’

 

I’m slightly upset you’ve forgotten, but it doesn’t show.

 

‘Oh, thanks then.  But what was with the whole silence thing?’

 

‘Partly it was to save from ruining the mood, but mostly it was to see how long you’d play along for.’

 

I smile mischievously as I say this and you look at me in mock annoyance until we both laugh.

 

We chat about our days whilst we eat.  When we finish the first bottle of wine I get up and get another.

 

We finish the meal and desert and I load the dishwasher whilst you finish your drink.

 

I take you by the hand, blow out the remainder of the candle and lead you back to our bedroom.  The candle with a single wineglass either side the only sign of dinner left on the table.

 

I sit you on the bed, arrange you just as I want you then stand back and take a picture with the camera from the bedside table.  I begin to strip your clothes off you, stepping back now and then to take another picture until you are completely nude.  Then I put the camera down and slowly strip off my dress.

 

Your smile brightens as you see what I’m wearing underneath.  When I’ve just my lingerie left, I walk over to the bed and crawl up it.  I take your head in both hands and I kiss you.

 

A push of a button on the remote next to the bed starts the music.  You recognise it as the symphony we went to a performance of for our first real date.  I bought the CD the next day and it was the score to the first time we made love.  You had orgasmed once before the overture finished.

 

I make my way down your body with my hands and mouth in time to the music.  Kissing, licking, sucking, biting and caressing your smooth skin.  I take my time enjoying you as you writhe under me.  I deliberately stay away from your crotch at the moment as I want to keep you from orgasming as long as possible.  Instead, when I’ve covered your entire upper body with kisses I move and star again at your feet.

 

Each toe receives my ministrations one at a time, then the soles, then I work my way back up.  Left leg first then the right.  I smile as I remember when I first found out you like this.  We were in Venice, celebrating your first promotion.

 

I kiss in ever decreasing spirals around your sex until it is the only part of you left untouched.

 

I part your outer lips and inhale your scent.  I let out a moan of pleasure.  You always smell good to me.  Woman, tasty, sex.

 
I start at the base of your inner lips, the opposite end to your clit, I nibble slowly and gently up one side, then the other.  Just your clit left now.  I lick up your slit and, as the tip or my tongue reaches the top I slide two fingers inside you.  In and up, stroking the front wall of your vagina, I quickly find your g-spot.  My mouth clamps down on your clit, sucking and licking.

Your hips arch and you’re moaning constantly now as I bring you right to the edge then I step back again and take another picture.

I return to your cleft and you feel something against your ass.  I push in, one at a time, a string of anal beads then I turn my attention back to your g-spot.  Soon you’re  raising yourself off the bed as you orgasm which is when I yank the beads out all at once and you scream as your orgasm intensifies to the highest point it’s ever been to.  A flood of your juices covers my face and I lap them up hungrily.

You fall back limp onto the bed breathing hard.  I crawl back up to kiss you, my face still wet.

Ten minutes later, now fully recovered, you roll over and get something out of your bedside drawer.  You tie my arms to the head of the bed, one each side and my ankles to the foot.  You slide a couple of pillows under my ass and I know what’s coming next.  You climb on top of me and kiss me, one hand strokes the side of my face whilst the other moves my panties to one side and guides your silicone shaft inside me.  I’d gasp if you weren’t kissing me.  Instead I moan into your mouth and lift my hips to help you in more.

You thrust, slowly to begin with, in until the leather harness hits my labia, then out again until you’re almost fully out.  It feels like your stretching me more than usual and I wonder if you’ve bought a new dick, then I stop wondering as you thrust in again teasing my clit with the touch of the harness.

You keep going at the same, easy pace for a while, settling into a rhythm, in to the base of your cock, then out to the tip.  Then repeat.

I remember the first strap on we bought together from the local sex shop.  You used to wear it during the days we went somewhere, taking it out and fucking me whenever you wanted.  I realise that I’ve never been the one wearing the dick, always you.  But when you’re fucking me is the only time I ever think about it and not for long as you’ve become a master at using it.

You slowly work up speed until you’re slamming into my cunt with the harness and I feel an orgasm approaching.  It must show on my face or in my body because you slow down again and pinch each of my nipples, once.  Hard.

I moan with pleasure as you do this.  You love how giving me a bit of pain this close to an orgasm makes me respond.  Most of the time I’m a wimp but during sex I’m a pain slut.

But this time you don’t indulge the part of me that wants pain, you’re teasing the part of me that wants you to fuck me as hard as you can until I orgasm again and again.

You’re thrusting slowly again now, gyrating your hips to stimulate my clit even more.

I strain against my bonds trying to quicken the pace but you laugh and slow down for a moment before resuming the same pace.

For the next twenty minutes, which seem like an intensely pleasurable hour for me, you gradually speed up, occasionally licking, biting or playing with my nipples until you are slamming into me again as hard as you can.  I’m almost screaming in pleasure by now and you tip me over the edge into orgasm by swiftly pushing a vibrating butt plug into my ass as you thrust into my pussy.

I do scream now, wordlessly, primal as you keep slamming into me.  I’m mentally transported to all the times before that you’ve brought me to orgasm.  The first time we had sex, on your bed in the small flat you rented.  Every birthday, anniversary and Christmas we’ve been together, the innumerable times we fucked just because we wanted to.

An orgasm from you is seeing into heaven.  No-one compares to you.

I’ve broken one of the straps tying my arms down as I writhed on the bed, you keep up the same pace sending wave after wave through me and you hold my now free arm down with one hand.

The other hand yanks the plug out of my ass sending a shiver up my body and a moan from my lips.  You slide your shaft fully out of me and a sigh of disappointment escapes me.  The sigh is quickly replaced with a groan as you impale my ass on your silicone cock.  I’d resisted letting you fuck my ass for a very long time.  But now, ever since that first time when we were in Palm Springs for the Dinah Shore weekend.  I’m an anal junkie.

Your hand massages my clit as you fuck my ass hard.  I know I’ll be sore in the morning but right now I just feel good.

Three more orgasms wash over me in the next half hour until you gently pull out of me.  I lie spread on the bed and you first take off the harness then untie me before lying down with me.  You put one of your arms and one leg over me and kiss me.

I’m so exhausted now that I barely manage to breathe your name.  You whisper you love me as you cuddle up to me.  I can’t respond with anything but a smile as you wish me a happy anniversary.  You remembered after all.

There’ll be a lot of cleaning to do tomorrow, but for now we’re both satisfied to sleep holding each other, most of our clothes discarded around the room, sleeping on sheets that are soaked through with our combined juices.

Writing is happening here although maybe a litlle slower than I would really like.  But I guess I have to just stick with it and write when I can.

Grrr don't you just hate it when you stare at a piece of black paper for ages but nothing comes?  Well that's what's been happening to me for a while now.  I've got parts of both stories I've already posted here written.  But not complete.  So I'm back to reading erotica to get inspiration.  Although that's the type of homework I don't mind doing.

I do however have some pictures from my Second Life posted on my Flickr account to see them head on over to http://www.flickr.com/photos/robynfabre/ you can even leave me a comment there if you want.

I was in college when I met her, my first ever girlfriend and despite having other since, I remember her with a passion.

It was a Friday, a couple of weeks into my first year.  I was studying psychology with a view to eventually becoming a psychologist.  I was 18 and just discovering who I was.  I had had a couple of boyfriends at high school but nothing serious as I wasn’t really interested in them.  But in high school no girl really wants to be different.  I’d had fascinations with the other girls in my year, even what looking back on it could be called crushes, but nothing had come of them except some long, lingering gazes from me and vague, unformed fantasies as I lay in bed at night touching myself.
 I was drawn at once to her beauty, her jet black, shoulder length hair and tanned looking skin, her curves enthralling me in the first instant I saw her.  Her body moved with a sensual grace to the music as she danced.  She turned so she was facing me and I turned away quickly, hoping she hadn’t noticed.

When I finally worked up enough courage to look at her again she was still looking my way, our eyes locked.  Despite the distance between us I was lost in her eyes.  She moved now with a more seductive edge to her dance, never losing eye contact as if daring me to cross the room to dance with her.  I would have as well if at that moment my friend hadn’t waved a hand in front of my face, breaking the spell she had on me.

‘Hey, are you ready to go?’  My friend asked, I can’t remember her name now, or even what she looked like.  ‘Or have you seen some guy you’re interested in?’

I looked back to where she had been on the dance floor but she wasn’t there anymore.

‘No, no guy.’  I mumbled in reply, getting up and retrieving my bag.

‘Sure there wasn’t Robyn.’  My friend teased, clearly not believing me.  ‘You’ve just been staring into space for the past ten minutes for no reason.’

‘Sorry.’ My apology barely audible, especially in the crowded bar with the music playing.  ‘Just a little distracted I guess.’

‘Come on then.’  My friend grabbed my hand and started leading me out of the bar.  ‘Let’s get you home before you distract yourself into something you regret.’

I followed her back to the halls, said goodnight and went to bed, my fantasies full of the girl with the body of an angel which offered the temptations of a succubus.

I went back to that bar the next night hoping for another glimpse of her but to no avail.  The same happened for the rest of the week until the next friday, my last desperate hope to see her.  I got there early with a couple of girls from my dorm so as to get a table near the dance floor.  I waited for most of the evening and then, just as I was about to give up, she was there again, appearing on the dance floor in full motion as if she had always been there.  This time I saw her clothes as well, she was wearing a tiny pair of white shorts and a low cut white top that showed off her breasts and her beautifully sculptured stomach.  Her legs were encased in white leather boots with a modest heel that stretched up to just below her knees, laces all the way up the front.  She saw me again and this time I didn’t look away as her eyes transfixed me.  My heart pounded with excitement as she didn’t turn away.  Instead her dance once again turned seductive.  This time I answered her call, almost unconsciously rising from my seat and clumsily swaying across the dance floor to her.

The music shifted pace, speeding up and she effortlessly followed it.  I hesitated for a moment then caught the new beat.  She closed the remainder of the distance and leaned into my ear.

‘Tempest.’  She whispered to me.  I paused, confused. ‘My name, Tempest.’

She had obviously read the confusion on my face.  I started dancing again, this time with her.  Then I realised why she was looking at me expectantly.

‘Erm Robyn,’ I stammered, then more confidently. ‘I’m Robyn, with a y.’

I was desperate not to make a fool of myself in front of her.

‘I saw you watching me last week and hoped you would be back.’  She said and I felt myself blush.  ‘You’re gorgeous and I just had to meet you.’

I was thrown dumb for a moment, this glowing fragment from heaven thought I was gorgeous?  Me with my copper red hair and too pale skin and my body with breasts too small and stomach to big?  I felt my blush deepen even as my spirit soared.

‘Er, thanks,’ I eventually managed to reply. ‘So are you.  Gorgeous I mean, no that’s not right, you’re beautiful.’

She laughed then and slid her arms around my waist, pulling me closer until our hips were touching and moving together.  If it weren’t for her shoes we wouldn’t have matched up so perfectly I thought, then I remembered my friends had coaxed me into the only pair of heeled shoes I owned which meant we were around the same height.

I put my arms awkwardly around her waist as they felt wrong and stupid anywhere else.  Her bare skin was soft and warm to my touch and I thrilled at it.  I gently caressed her back and she responded by pulling my closer.  We kissed.

I have no real memory of that first kiss beyond the sensations of soft skin and pleasure.  Then it was gone as she drew back.

‘Mmmmmm, that was nice.’ She purred, then faltered as she saw the look spreading across my face.  ‘What’s wrong Robyn?’

I was suddenly realising that she was a girl, I had kissed a girl.  But I was straight, I’d had boyfriends, I’d even had sex with one of them, it might have not felt very good but it meant I was straight didn’t it?

Shock showed on her face now as she realised what was going on in my head.

‘Oh Gods, it was your first time wasn’t it?  With a girl I mean.’

Concern and sympathy was in her voice, soothing my warring emotions slightly as I struggled to come to terms with this.

‘I’m straight.’ I managed, uncertainly.  ‘At least I think I am.’

She pulled me close now, embracing me as only someone with the knowledge of the need for comfort at this moment could.  She held me, still slightly swaying to the music.  Or maybe it was just a co-incidence our swaying matched the beat.

‘It’s alright Robyn,’ her hand stroking my hair now, ‘I’ll help you through this; I’ve been where you are now.’

I trusted her with every fibre of my being now as she led me by the hand out of the bar and into the night beyond.  We found a bench in a nearby park and sat together.  It seemed like forever until she spoke again.
‘I was in high school, I’d never really been interested in boys, but I’d pretended I was, I even dated a bit to try to convince myself I was interested.  My friends believed I was, so did all the guys.

But I would watch the other girls in the shower, surreptitiously of course.  I would imagine one or more of them coming over and kissing me, touching me.  I’d play with myself when I was alone, thinking only of their hands, their mouths.’

Tempest had a faraway look of remembrance on her face.

‘Then one day I was with a friend of mine, we were at her house and we had found some beer.  I was drunk, we both were.  I kissed her and she kissed me back.  It was everything I had hoped it would be, we stripped each other and our hands wandered freely as we kissed.  I had my first orgasm from another person that day and gave one for the first time as well.’

Now her look turned sad and I felt slightly guilty of the heat swelling between my legs.

‘She outed me the next day, said it was all me and that I had taken advantage of her being drunk.  Everyone believed her of course and I was suddenly alone, no friends in the world.  She started dating the most desirable guy in school.’

She looked me straight in the eye now and I could see her tears.

‘I started cutting myself, it was the only way I could feel anything.  Eventually, my mom found out and I went to a therapist.  I’ve stopped now or mom wouldn’t have let me come to college, but I swore that I’d never do the same to anyone else.  I’ll be here for you, I promise.’

I was speechless for a moment, trying to think of anything to say to chase away the pain in her voice and eyes.

I stood up and stood over her, taking both of her hands in mine.  I pulled her up and hugged her, kissed her.

‘Thank you.’  I said. ‘I know how much that must have hurt to remember.  I’m glad you’ve told me.  I realise now I’ve been lying to myself for so long.  I don’t want a boy.  I want you.’

The tears in her eyes, combined with the joy made them sparkle and I was lost in her again.

‘Are you sure?’  She asked uncertainly.

I nodded quickly and she led me to her room.

‘Are you sure?’ She asked again once she had shut the door.

In reply I took her head in my hands and kissed her again.  That wonderful feeling of soft skin and heat and pleasure enveloped me.  I pulled off her top to reveal her perfect breasts which I stroked gently, watching in fascination as her nipples grew bigger and hardened.  I took one nipple into my mouth, flicking it gently with my tongue.  She moaned and I pulled away thinking I was doing something wrong.

Tempest took my hand and led me to her bedroom.  I kicked off my shoes and bent to unlace hers.  It turned out the laces weren’t the real fastenings; there was a zipper on the inside of each boot.  I unzipped one and tossed it into the corner, marvelling at the smooth, silky feel of her legs as I did.  I repeated this with the other boot then stroked up her legs to her shorts.  She stopped me before I could pull them down and pushed me onto her bed.

‘I want to see more of you first.’ She teased and she pulled my top off.  She effortlessly removed my bra, so unlike the boy I had slept with who had fumbled around with it until I undid it myself.

Tempest cupped one of my breasts in her hands and for the first time I didn’t think of them as too big or too small as her hands fitted perfectly.  She pushed me into a lying position now as she unfastened my trousers and pulled them down; taking the thong I’d been wearing with them.

She spread my legs with her hands and brushed up my inner thighs.  I shivered with anticipation and let out a moan.  She lay down next to me and put a hand on my shaven mound.

‘Last chance to say no.’ she teased.  There was no way I was going to stop her now so in response I took her hand and guided it to my soaking slit.

I dipped a finger of my hand inside myself to cover it with my juices and raised it to her mouth.  She hungrily took it and licked it as her hand found my clit, now swollen and sensitive.  I writhed with her touch, my finger still in her mouth.

My breath quickened as her fingers danced on my clit, I felt an orgasm rushing at me and before I knew it I was screaming my pleasure as it hit me unlike it had ever felt before.  That’s when she plunged two fingers of her free hand inside me.  The feeling of my orgasm changed, intensified as she found a spot inside me.  I exploded with the sheer joy of it, my spine arching my arms and legs rigid as she took me even higher.  Gradually she slowed down, pulled her fingers out of me and brought them up to my mouth.  I took them at once, licking at them, tasting my familiar taste and the strange one of her skin.

I rolled onto my side to look at her; she still looked as beautiful as she had on the dance floor.  I kissed her hoping the spell wouldn’t vanish as I did so.  Even as I kissed her I moved on top of her, straddling her waist.  I traced a finger down the centre of her body as I sat up, marvelling at how soft it felt, my other hand caressing her side.  She started to sit up but I gently held her down, one finger moving to her mouth to shush her even as she tried to speak.

My mouth moved to her breast again, hungry for that hard nipple I’d had such a brief contact with earlier.  It hardened as I brushed it with my lips.  She tried to speak again but I put my finger across her mouth once more.  I knew what she was going to say and I reassured her with a glance up into her eyes.

I pulled her nipple into my mouth, rolling it around with my tongue, exploring for the best way to give her pleasure from it.  My hand glided down her body, between my legs and into the short she was still wearing to the place I wanted it to go.

I had thought it would be easy to find her clit since I had one as well and surely it would be the same.  Maybe it was because I was still nervous, maybe it was because my arm was trapped between our bodies or maybe it was because all women are different enough that you have to find out what they like and exactly where to touch, oh the wonders of hindsight, but I couldn’t seem to find what my fingers were searching for.
So I reluctantly released her nipple and slowly slid myself down her body, kissing her gently as I did until I reached her little white shorts.  I took hold of them in both hands and pulled them slowly down and of her legs.

I had seen my own pussy before in a mirror and Tempest’s looked different, but beautiful at the same time.  I kissed my way up her inside leg and she squirmed as I got closer to her cunt.

I licked her pussy, once, from bottom to top, dipping the tip of my tongue just inside the lips.  I savoured my first taste of another woman’s juices, but not for long as her legs wrapped around my back and pulled me into her.  I needed no further encouragement and I started lapping at her eagerly, breathing in deeply through my nose to get the full, intoxicating smell.

My tongue eventually found her clit.  I knew this as her thighs tightened briefly around my head when I licked a certain spot.  I concentrated there and was rewarded with a deep, long moan.  I brought my right hand up and pushed a single finger into her entrance.  My left hand sought my own clit, still swollen and sensitive from earlier.

I was almost lost in the feel and the scent of her, but I tongued her clit harder, sucking lightly now as I pushed a second finger into her.  She was breathing hard and fast by now and she had her hand in her mouth to stifle her moans, her other hand was entwined in my hair, holding me between her legs although I would have stayed without it.

I brushed a place inside her that felt slightly different; as I did she tensed slightly and pushed down her body onto my face.  I took it as a good sign and returned my fingers to there.  I was working my own clit fast and hard now as I felt my second orgasm approaching, my own moans being muffled by her pussy.

All of a sudden she went rigid and let out a cry of pleasure as I was met with a tide of her juices, washing over me.  A few more strokes on my clit brought me to my climax as well and I screamed my orgasm into her, still hungrily lapping at the wonderful taste between her legs.

I collapsed, utterly spent between her legs as my orgasm subsides.  She sat up and lifted me up to her and kissed me, my mouth and face still covered with her fluids.  We softly lay back on her bed and lay in each other’s arms for a while, neither of us talking.  I was gently stroking her shoulder; she was twirling a strand of my hair around her finger.

It was me that eventually spoke.

‘So, erm, do you maybe want to be my girlfriend?’ I asked clumsily and unsure of myself.

‘Mmmmmm, yes please.’ She purred and kissed me deeply.

We fell asleep in each other’s arms, I awoke to the sunlight streaking in through her windows, she was propped up on one arm looking at me.

‘Morning,’ she said softly.  ‘Although if you’d slept much longer it wouldn’t be.’

‘Morning,’ I replied, spellbound by her hazel eyes again.

We lay there a while in silence but eventually it was time for me to go and I reluctantly rolled out of her bed and searched for my clothes.  Tempest got dressed as well in a pair of jeans, a T-shirt and a pair of trainers, she still looked beautiful.  I pulled on my thong and bra then my pants top and shoes from the night before.

She handed me a piece of paper, I looked at it and saw she had written down her name, phone number and address.

‘Walk you home?’ She asked and I accepted gladly, putting off the time we had to part.

It took a lot longer to get home than it should because we had to stop often for those long, deep kisses that two people in love share all the time.  When we weren’t doing that I told her a little about myself, where I was from, what I was taking in college and my future plans.  She told me the same things about her.

Eventually we reached my halls and I realised I had left my bag, with my keys in, at the bar.  I buzzed one of my friends on the intercom and she let us in saying she had brought my bag back with her.  I led the way to her room and had barely knocked once when the door swung open revealing my friend Sarah.  I could see she was about to fly off at me about leaving them without a word, but she saw tempest with her arm around me and stopped herself.

‘Hi Sarah.’ I said a little sheepishly.  ‘Sorry about last night.  This is Tempest, she’s my girlfriend

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I woke up, unable to move and cold.  Some sort of obstruction in my mouth.

 

I opened my eyes; I was tied to a gynecologist’s exam chair, naked.  I tried to push the obstruction out of my mouth with my tongue but it was held in place with straps.

 

I began to panic, desperately trying to remember how I could have got into this situation.  Last I remembered I was walking home after a night out with my friends.  Sure I had gotten drunk, but no more so than I had in the past.

 

Then nothing until I woke up here.

 

The straps binding my legs and arms were tight but not to the point of restricting blood flow, a leather strap was buckled around my waist and I could feel a collar around my neck which must have been attached to the chair somehow as I couldn’t lift my head very far.

 

I heard footsteps approaching.  It was then that I realized that there were no other noises around as you might expect in a hospital, which was the nearest place to find a gynecologist.  So either it was in a very quiet or maybe disused hospital or I was at the mercy of someone who had some sort of medical fetish.

 

I thought back to my last gynecologists visit.  The older doctor performing his check upon me.  It wasn’t the slightest bit sexual for me.  I couldn’t understand why it would be for anyone.

 

The footsteps stopped outside the door to the room I was in and I heard the clattering of keys, then the opening of a lock.  The door opened and in walked a woman, dressed not as a doctor or a nurse, but in a black, formfitting dress that looked like it was made from latex.  Her brown hair was tied back in a tight ponytail.  I didn’t recognize her.

 

‘Ah, so you’re finally awake’ she said, consulting a clip board she carried with her.  ‘Robyn isn’t it?’

I nodded as best as I could hoping that answering her questions would get me out of there quicker or at least get me some information about where I was, how I got there and what was going to happen to me.

 

‘Good girl,’ she said walking over to a drawer and opening it.

 

She pulled out a butt plug, a large dildo, some condoms and some lubricant.  These went onto an equipment trolley.  Next she went to a cupboard and took out a paddle which also went onto the trolley.  I started to get a bit excited at this point, despite the fear I felt, as a fantasy of mine was to be paddled and forced to cum.  But I had never imagined anything like this.  She wheeled the trolley over to me and took a position between my legs.

 

‘I have no intention of damaging you but I should point out that you are completely at my mercy.  There are no safe words, no gestures that will get me to stop.  You will do what I want and there is nothing you can do to stop it.’

 

With these words I realized that she wasn’t a medical fetishist, she was into domination and I was to be her submissive, or at least her dominatee.  This excited me a bit more although the lack of a way to stop it increased my fear.

 

Then I felt something at my anus. She had lubricated the butt plug and was slowly inserting it.  I gasped at the pain as it stretched my asshole, or I would have if the gag hadn’t prevented it.  It just plain hurt.

 

On the rare occasion that I had had anything in my ass before this, I had been very aroused, either playing with myself or with a lover playing with my clit, before the plug was inserted.  Not so this time.

 

I tried to push it out but she just held it in and gave me a disapproving look.

 

She picked up the bottle of lube and squirted a tiny bit directly onto my clit.  A shiver ran up my back, partly from the coldness of the liquid, partly from anticipation.  Slowly, delicately, she began circling my clit with the tip of one gentle finger, the pain in my ass eased slightly as I gradually became more and more aroused.  I could feel my nipples and clit hardening.  She kept going at the same, gentle pace in  the same easy motion for what seemed like half an hour, it was probably only a couple of minutes but it was exquisite torture as I wanted her to go faster and bring me to a climax.

 

Then she stopped and I let a disappointed moan out passed my gag.  She laughed at this, a musical laugh unlike anything I had heard before.  Or maybe I was just lost in my pleasure haze.

 

She picked up that huge dildo and stretched a condom over it.  She looked at me clinically and fingered my eager, wet cunt, as if to work out if it would fit.  A beautiful smile lit up across her face.  If I had seen her in a bar I would have gone over to her if she had flashed me that smile.  I was lost in her vivid green eyes.

 

I felt the dildo slide slowly into me, felt it stretch me and fill me.  I moved gently as she started working the dildo inside me, not only in and out but with a twist that sent thrills through my body as well.  Still slowly, her fingers occasionally brushing my clit making me try to move my body closer to her hands.  I closed my eyes, allowing the sensation to wash over me.

 

That’s when the first stroke of the paddle hit my breasts.  It was a hard stroke and it hurt, but the pleasure from the dildo, still working in and out of me, and the by now pleasurable pain from the plug in my ass, transmuted the stroke of the paddle into a feeling unlike any other I had felt before, it was almost as if each stroke gave me a mini orgasm followed immediately by the dull ache that comes after you get hit.  I lost count of the strokes of the paddle and the dildo was moved faster, still with the twist that was so different to me.  I decided to have my girlfriend learn that although it may not work as well with a smaller toy.

 

Then she stopped.  The dildo still inserted, she smiled as if she had just thought of something and went over to a cupboard.  This time she took out what looked like the harness for a strap on.  She unbuckled it all and put it on me, although instead of the dildo pointing away from my body, it just held the one already inside me firmly in place.  I heard the snickt of a padlock, twice.

 

She held up a remote control and pushed a button, the harness started vibrating against my clit and also back towards my ass.  It was exquisite.  The vibration alone was building me up to an orgasm, but she denied me my release again by turning a control on the remote, the buzzing of the harness slowed.  I squirmed, trying to get more sensation.

 

The paddle struck again, the pain blossoming out across my breasts.  I wanted more, wanted for her to beat me and fuck me senseless.  The speed of the vibrator increased slightly.

 

Again and again she brought me almost to the point of blissful release, every time stopping just short.  I had no other thought now but to finish what she had started, but I couldn’t move.  I endured as I had to.  If even one of my hands had been free it would have been down between my legs, rubbing my swollen clit until I was sated.  Instead the cycle of pleasure and denial continued.  I had lost track of time, it just didn’t matter anymore.  I was in heaven as I had never dreamt of it before, every pulse of the harness, every stroke of the paddle, the rubber in my pussy and in my ass, felt better than the best orgasm I had ever had previously.

 

I felt myself approaching orgasm again, anticipated the denial, but it never came and I was thrown past the point of no return, pure, white pleasure engulfed me.  I screamed past the gag, writhed and bucked as best I could against my restraints.  Then I heard nothing, felt nothing but the blissful white around me.

 

Eventually I woke up again and looked around.  I was in my bed at home alone.  No gag, no collar no straps.  I didn’t need to look at my wrists, waist and legs to see the marks I knew would be there as I could feel where the straps had dug in whilst I thrashed in orgasm.  I knew it hadn’t been a dream.  I rolled over and saw a note on my bedside table.  I opened it.

 

Hey lover,

Happy Birthday.

I hope you liked my little surprise.  In a couple of days there should be a DVD come through your door, let’s watch it together.  I just had to run out for some stuff.  When I get back we will get down to the important business of celebrating your special day the way it should be done.

 

Always yours,

 

Alicia

 

It was from my girlfriend.  She must have planned the whole thing after I had described some of my fantasies to her.  And it sounded like there may be more coming.  I knew I would have to find a good way to thank her for her birthday and I had a few ideas.....