I think I'm gonna scream Or cry Maybe I'll do both I can't believe That when I look into his eyes IT's amazing One moment I recognize the man who is my lover He blinks And he's a stranger
Where is that switch and how do I get one? How is that possible? Is it the mask complete with hooded eyes Or is the temperature truly lukewarm Well except in the bedroom I have to remind myself that we are not in the bedroom Though I usually wish we were
Business as usual It's the business mask I know that But why can't I feel past it No else is supposed to see But I'm supposed to feel I'm always supposed to feel it But he shuts it off And I feel nothing
Then the mind speculates... Does he still like me? Does he still want me? Is he mad at me? Why won't he flirt with me? Why won't he kiss me? Why doesn't he call like he used to? Why...Does...If...When.. Too many questions?
Why do I care so much? It's not like there arent' others our there Who want me just as much But I want him Silly heart Gotta learn that poker trick To fool myself
How is it that we can have such a good time Great conversation Great laughs Great sex
I feel so blah. Yeah that's right, blah. I'm hungry but I don't want to eat. I'm really not sad, but feel depressed I don't want to be at work, but going home really doesn't appeal And my feet hurt I ate anyway and now my stomach hurts I have nothing of any importance to ompart on the world today I don't even feel creative How can one feel bad when nothings wrong? I don't feel bad exactly.... I feel nothing No happiness No anger No nothing Just blah and all the sounds around me are blah Even the color of the sky and the smells of good food are just blah I think it's hormonal.
Your voice floats over my ears Sending Prickles of awareness over my skin As your sent envelops me Making my senses whirl I have to touch you.
Lips to lips Breast to chest Hip to Hip Your hands moving across my sensitized flesh As possessively as your mouth plunders my own I am lost.
Caught up in the torrent of pleasure I hear nothing but our heart beats And the sounds of loving Am aware of nothing but the feel of Flesh moving on flesh I am dying.
There is no greater pleasure Than being in your arms Your maleness surrounding me Inside me, pleasing me You are My Lover.
Damn! There went the train. She was going to be late again. The second time this week, the fifth time this month (and since it was only the 12th that was a bad thing indeed). The next train wouldn't be along for another 15 minutes so she decided to smoke a cigarette while she waited, since once the train came it would be 45 minutes before she would have the opportunity to smoke another. While taking a deep pull on her Marlboro Red her mind began to wander.
Every time Lisa took the late train the same good-looking guy was on. She had thought of talking to him, but always chickened out and took her seat in the front where as he always sat in back. As the train approached, she noticed it was already quite full. Damn! That meant she would have to stand. She boarded the train and sure enough all the seats were taken. So she shuffled along to the back with the other commuters to ride out the long trip. She was just about to stop near the rear doors when she noticed him. Her heart started to beat a little faster and to her surprise he was smiling at her! Her dazed mind managed a smile back and without thought she made her way farther back and came to a stop right in front of Him.
The train continued filling and soon they were off. After two more stops the train was completely filled and Lisa found herself surronded by closely packed people, her back to Him. In an act of what had to be a mix of brazen courage and raw lust she turned slightly and took a half step back causing all around her to shift ending with her backside fully pressed against His front. And she smiled.
They continued this way for a few more stops. The crowd shifted continuously and on more than one occassion Lisa had the opportunity to move herself away from him, but she didn't. Instead she shifted and wiggled pretending to move but really just moving against him. He watched all of this with an amused grin. Something she would have seen had she bother to turn around. He was throughly enjoying having this gorgeous creature rub her soft, lithe body against him. If she continued she would feel just how much. He looked down to examine this woman further. His thoughts didn't get far past her ass encased in a snug fitting black skirt presently rubbing his now fully erect cock. He waited for her to realize His condition and smiled fully when she did.
If it was possible even more people got on the train and Lisa was pressed against Him even closer. He decided to take what she was so obviously offering and slipped a hand between thier bodies and palmed one of her cheeks. She gave an audible gasp and then settled into His hand and let Him do what He would. Feeling her acceptance of His ministrations He grew bolder. One hand pulled up her skirt in the back while the other hand reached around and cupped her firm and very full breast. She looked around frantically thinking everyone on the train must surely be watching. All the other passengers were toatly abosorbed in their own worlds. So she sighed and gave herself up to the excitement of the moment.
His hand under her skirt continued its explorations. Lisa most willingly obliged when said hand nuged at her thighs, encouraging them to spread wider for greater access. He stoked her thighs then moved upward and was pleasenly surprised when He cupped her and was greeted by bare flesh. No panties! He stroked her smooth pussy lips and took great delight in the fact that she was already wet. Her hips continued to rotate against Him and her back arched to offer her breasts to his kneading hand. How exciting! She was here on a public train being pleasured by this handsome stranger. She didn't even know his name! And she knew she was lost when as one hand gave a good pinch to her nipple and a long, slender finger eased its way inside her. He worked her with one finger first then two. And hearing her ragged breathing, teased her clit with the pad of his thumb. Her breathing turned to little moans only audible to him.
He had seen her face and thought she was beautiful. He'd flet her breasts and liked those too. But he was an ass man. And it was that part of her that he could most readily see and it was that part of her he wanted to explore. He withdrew his fingers from her, slick with her jucies and began to massage her puckered little anus. Her only reation was to rotate her hips even more. Taking that as her acceptace, he slid a finger into her ass marveling at the tightness. He worked her ass as he had done her pussy, slowly adding more digits. She had become mindless with the pleasure and excitement of it all. She whimpered when his hand left her and waited to see what he would do next.
She heard the rustling of his clothes as the crowed shifted again. She looked down and noticed that her lower body was screened from the back by his trench coat. She turned her head around thinking to look at him when she felt his raging erection at her entrance. She was feeling quite kinky and shifted him away from her pussy to the entrance to her ass. She observed the look of surprise on his face and gave him an encouraging nod. A huge grin spread on his face and he gave a little nod. He used her own juices to ease his way and buried avery inch of his huge cock in her ass. She reached up to grab a rail for better support, but thanks to the crowd she really didn't need to. He grabbed her hips began to move within her in that familure rythm.
The train continued on. The crowds shifted and changed and no one payed attention to the couple in the very back of the train. He continued to work her ass grasping her ample hips with one hand while his other hand reached around to squeeze her breast. She was lost in her own pleasure. She reached down to touch herself when she noticed a man sitting down to her right could see everything! The crowd had shifted just enough that this man had a clear view of their coupling. Having gone too far to be shy now, Lisa looked the man straight in his eye and reached down and fingered herself. The man's face split into a wide grin as he reached down to massage his cock. A few seconds was all it took and she was cumming. Her body tightend then convulsed and if were not for the fact the she was still impaled by his cock she would have slid to the ground. He followed soon after and she could feel the warm liquid filling her insides. Her eyes never left the man sitting down who mouthed a thank you when she was done.
He was kind enough to straiten her clothes for her. The timing was perfect because her stop was next. She gathered herself and looked back at him. "I usually take the 7:45 train." With that she walked off the train still not knowing his name feeling decidedly wicked and naughty, his cum drizzling out of her ass. Suddenly she was looking forward to her train ride tomorrow.
There I was. Suspended from a harness fit at the waist, a spreader bar between my knees (also attached to the hook in the ceiling), my hands clipped together stretched out in front of me and attached to a loop in the wall so I could not lower them. I supposed I could be looking down, that is if I wasn't wearing a blindfold. But I'm getting ahead of myself, so I'll start at the beginning......
I had gotten it into my head that I wanted to become a fetish model. I have worked in various dungeons as both a Domme and a submissive and as there was no penetration allowed found the entire experience severly lacking. So off I went in search of a photographer, since I find being photographed while being naughty a huge turn on. So anyway...I found this photographer, Mark, who did really good work and happen to be really excited about the prospect of shooting a black woman (apparently there aren't too many women of color in the fetish scene). So we met and did a test shoot. We both loved the pictures and decided to work together. After 4 shoots Mark deicded (completely unbeknownst to me) that we would make our next shoot a little more interesting. All he told me was that I'd like it.
When I arrived at the studio that day, I took a peek at the set and saw that he had the harness and cuffs out. Nothing unusual so I paid it no mind and went to ready myself for the shoot. When I was about halfway ready Mark came into the dressing room to let me know that a costume designer friend of his woudl be dropping by during the shoot. Apparently he had seen some of my pictures and was interested in designing some fetish wear for me. I found no problem with this and continued getting ready.
When I finally emerged from the dressing room, all was in readiness. "Are you ready to start?" Mark asked.
"Let's get started," was my reply.
"Alright then, hop up on the table and get on all fours." I did so, but it didn't escape my notice that the oak table was positioned right under the many hooks in the celing. "First things first," Mark said as he attached a very effective blindfold to my face. "Now open up." And a large ball gag was shoved in my mouth. "Now arch your back a little more," he said, his voice fading along with his retreating footsteps.
Click! Click! Went the sound of the camera shutter. Then I heard Mark's step drawing near. "Now spread your knees," he commanded. I heard the clink of metal and more of Mark's steps before I felt a cuff being fasten just above my right knee and then my left. An attempt to close my knees slightly told me that it was indeed the spreader bar he had attached. Next, I felt something being put around my midsection and guessed it was the harness I spied earlier. I head some more rustling and after what felt like forever, Mark's warm hand on my ass. "Redy?" came the soft whisper next to my right ear. And withour further ado I was slowly lifted by my mid-section off the table.
"How does that feel?" Mark asked. Giving the only reply I could, I nodded my head. "Good now extend your hands in front of you so they are parallel with the floor." I did so and felt a cuff being added to each wrist. Then a sharp tug forced my arms to straighten and stretch creating an almost unpleasent tension in my shoulders.
Click! Click! Click! That sound told me Mark was taking more pictures. And at that sound my pussy convulsed and I felt the moisture growing between my legs. I just imagined what I looked like suspended as I was, my knees spread so all my charms were visable, arms stretched in front of me renering me completely helpless. The only problem was I was achingly empty. But I knew Mark wouldn't allow that to continue for very long. So I just waited, open ready.
Fortuatly I didn't have to wait long before Mark's long, warm finger found the entrance to my slit and slid home. And because he knew that it would drive me mad used the pad of his thumb to rub my clit sending a shiver of pleasure through my body. Mark's only response was a low "Hmmmmmm." And then there was silence. I don't know how long I hung there, blind and mute, before I felt a very cold substance being applied to my anus. And without a word of warnig I was suddenly fully impaled by a rather large butt plug. My only response was a muffled groan as I was not prepared for such an on-slaught. And slowly the pain and shock of being invaded so quickly and so thoroughly receeded and I was left with a feeling of fullness and something else. Something was tickling me. A wiggle of my hips caused the ticklish sensation to increase and it was then I realized Mark had used the plug with a tail and it was that which was tickling my cheeks.
Click! Click! Buzzzzzz! I knew that was the doorbell. And next I heard Mark's footsteps leaving the set. I figured it was his designer friend so I paid it no mind. That is I paid it no mind until I heard them speaking in hushed tones hoping to be concealed over the music that had just begun to play. It was that New Age stuff that sounded more like the middle of a forest than music. But it was soothing and it covered the whispered conversation taking place somewhere in the studio. The out of no where.....SMACK! A large hand gave a rather hard smack to my left cheeck, the force of the blow sending me into this swinging motion. SMACK! Came another. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! And it continued with a torrent of blows with no pause. Click! Click! Click! I could barely hear the camera shutter over the din of my heart pounding in my ears and the hand spanking my ass. And then just as suddenly it stopped. No explaination. No sweet words. Nothing. "Look how nice and pink her ass gets!" came an unfamilure voice I assumed belonged to the designer fellow. Mark knew I wouldn't mind another man participating in the scene. So it didn't occur to me to be concerned. Then the music grew louder.
It sounded much like a thunderstorm. Raging winds, churning ocean and claps of thunder all creating this hauntingly beautiful symphony. And for a few minutes all I could hear was my own heartbeat and the raging storm. Suddenly, the plug was removed from my ass and before I could even enjoy the relief it was replaced my an even thicker dildo followed by a probing finger in my cunt. I felt only pleasure. The assult on my ass and cunt coinciding perfectly with the raging storm, as my blood raced through my body, my breath suspended much as my body was. Then one finger turned to two....Click! Click! Click!...and two to three...Click! Click! Click!...and three to four....Click! Click! Click!...thumb to clit and the dildo in my ass...Click! Click! Click!...storm raging...Click! Click! Click!...four fingers to the knuckle in my pussy.....Click! Click! Click!....and as the natural symphony reached its climax, I reached mine. My back arched, my entire body stiffened, my pussy convulsed and I screamed against my gag. Click! Click! Click! Click! Click! Click! Then I went limp.
My next lucid thought occured in Mark's spa where he had placed me after the scene. In the warm, bubbling water I replayed the scene in my mind. My lips broke into a slow grin as a delicious thought came to me. I wonder how many of Mark's friend he could get to "drop by" during our next shoot? I shall have to remember to ask.......
anxious
hungry
giddy