The Writer's Loft

He sat across the room facing us. His wife knelt on the opposite edge of the bed on all fours facing him. I stood behind her, focused on her delicious curves and sensuous lingerie. 

She knew black lace stockings and garters were my kryptonite, and tonight, she was dressed to thrill. I could see he was as excited as I was as he adjusted himself in the chair. But sadly, I couldn’t see the reaction on her face as I drew my hands across her hips and up her spine. But as she lowered her head to the bed, I could see the gooseflesh on her back in the light from the lamp on the bedside table, and I surmised I was caressing all the right places.

I weaved my fingers into her hair at the base of her neck and felt her body go limp. She pushed her hips back towards me, searching for my cock. With her hair in my fist, I turned her head to face her husband and then with my free hand, I pulled her panties aside and eased my throbbing cock inside her.

She had never had another lover besides her husband, but I made sure her time with me would be filled with the best memories imaginable. We lost count how many times she lost control before she collapsed on the bed, trembling and begging for a break. The way her husband cradled her head in his lap and reassured her of his love was something of a true and deep love story.

When she caught her breath I asked if she was ready for her birthday spankings and she blushed while biting her bottom lip. I surpassed the number that told of her youth, but she didn’t seem to mind. And when I slid my fingers between her lips, my suspicions were confirmed … not only was she enjoying the attention from her new-found lover, but this was indeed her best birthday ever. Her words, not mine. 😉

He looked down into her beautiful, green eyes and reached for her chin. She knelt before him, eager to taste him once again. He cupped her chin in his hand and brushed her cheek with his thumb. And then he drew his thumb across her crimson-stained lips leaving a hemorrhaging trail across her cheek. 

She was his perfect little slut. So eager and willing to please. She denied him nothing and he gave her everything … and as he reached for his belt, he saw her eyes light up. He made a mental note that perhaps he shouldn’t be so giving. But as he brushed the head of his cock across her lips, that thought soon slipped from his mind. Such a foolish idea … such a foolish idea, indeed. 

I remember a time when she was mine and she knelt before me on her knees. Her lipstick was smeared after having finished worshipping my cock and her belly was full of my seed. She was such a wanton little sub, one who would do anything to put a smile on my face. And as I wiped a bit of my seed from the corner of her lips and pressed my finger into her mouth, she closed her eyes and started again. 

I let her work her talented lips and tongue across and between my fingers. Two days without an orgasm, and oh, how she was desperate to please. Little did she know just how excruciating it would be to wait twenty-nine more. This would be the most difficult month for us both. 

It was a little thing, the way she innocently bit her bottom lip when presented with a no-win situation that really delighted his inner sadist. And now, here she sat with a choice to make—sit at the table and eat the roasted brussel sprouts he had prepared (which she despised the taste of) in order to earn her orgasm, or take her plate to the trash, scrape it clean, put it in the dishwasher and retire to her room without dessert and another night without an orgasm after relentless edging at his hand … 

How many days had it been since she last orgasmed? 

Forty-three. And after tonight? Forty-four. 

Where does the time go? How does one wake up and realize he hasn’t written in over a year? Hasn’t fed his soul in over a year? Hasn’t felt the touch of a sensual submissive in more years than he can count? 

Do such transgressions make a man unworthy of love? Of friendship? Of more? I hope not. But I am not the jury or judge fit to answer any of these questions.

So, I simply sit and I ponder the possibilities. I am merely a simple man who once had great intentions, but seems to have fallen short. If I were to write a memoir, this would surely make for an appropriate title. 

How are you, my friends and fellow kinksters? Are you still happy, healthy, and well? Please leave me a comment and let me know how you have been. I will try my best to be more present, feed my soul, and find my voice again. 

-ML

He slipped his hand beneath the hem of her panties and felt her arousal glisten on his fingertips. Her body came alive at his touch and her nipples became erect. He leaned down and suckled one between his lips and bit down gently, causing her to gasp and become more aroused.

He turned her over so that she lay face down on the bed. He positioned himself between her legs and placed his hands firmly on her thighs. He drew them slowly up the back of her legs and over the curve of her hips. He continued until the reached the nape of her neck. He leaned down and kissed her shoulder and pressed his throbbing erection against her buttocks.

She moaned softly and pressed back against him, hungry for his lust. He pulled her panties aside and eased his throbbing cock inside her. She clenched the sheet with her fists to stave off the pain of his impaling shaft. He let out a guttural moan when his body met hers and he found himself completely inside her.

“Are you ready?” He asked. Her voice caught in her throat as she bore down and readied herself for the savagery that was about to ensue.

He secured her wrists and ankles to the corner bed posts and stood back, gazing at her beautiful, naked body. The blindfold stole her sight and he marveled at the way she lay there with her head cocked to one side, listening for any sound that might give her an indication of the proximity of his presence.

He picked up the nipple clamps from the bedside table and removed the four rubber pads. With the teeth of the alligator clamps now exposed he adjusted the wheel to set the tension just so, so that she would feel, and constantly be aware, of their delicious bite.

She cried out when he applied the first to her excited nipple. She gasped and bit down on her lip when he released the second. His lips and tongue on her cleavage was a brief, but welcome distraction to the fire she felt in her chest.

The application of the clamps, though painful, had driven her to a new height, in terms of arousal. She now writhed from side to side on the bed, her clitoris buzzing and longing to be pleasured. Her arousal was evident on her lips and thighs , and truth be told, she would be embarrassed to see the mess between her thighs. A mess he looked down upon, with a hunger in his eyes as he licked his lips and slowly removed his clothes.

His fingers were swift and before she realized her situation he had bound her wrists together behind her back. Soon, a second scarf drew her elbows together just below her shoulder blades and a third, robbed her of her sight.

He stepped back to admire his handiwork and watched her shoulders rise and fall with every breath she took. He took her hair and brushed it to one side of her body with his hand, exposing her neck. He leaned close and his warm breath caused her skin to prickle. Gooseflesh formed on her arms and back and she let out a sigh as a shiver trailed down her spine.

He drew the back of his hand over her shoulder and down her arm. He watched as she began to tremble.

“Breathe,” he softly admonished her before brushing his lips along the nape of her neck.

She tilted her head back until it rested against his chest. He sunk his teeth into her neck, careful not to break the skin. The vibration of his lips and soft moan sent electricity to every sensory gland in her body. She was instantly aroused.

Her nipples, though inverted, throbbed and ached to be caressed. As if he could read her mind, he reached around her torso and cupped her breasts. He then pinched her nipples softly and nibbled at her ear.

“Are you ready to be devoured?” he asked.

Her voice caught in her throat and she nodded to accentuate the unintelligent sound that emanated from her throat.

“I said, are you ready to be devoured?”

“Yes sir,” she responded, this time finding her voice.

What happened next was a whirlwind of both motion and emotion, as she found herself bent at the waist leaning over his desk and his hand pulling at the crotch of her black-laced panties. She let out a gasp when she felt, and heard, the fabric tear before he placed the spongy head of his cock at the entrance to her sex.

“You know I love you, right?” he asked as he held his desire at bay.

“Yes, sir.” Her voice was soft and meek.

“Good,” he said. “Now, don’t forget that, because I’m about to fuck you like I don’t.”

He pushed his thumb past her lips and pressed down on her tongue. Her crimson-stained lips encircled his tan skin as she looked up at him with pleading eyes. He drew his thumb back and forth across her lips and she cooed softly to herself and closed her eyes. She rocked her hips against his thigh and felt her thighs glisten the longer he teased her.

His lips latched on to her nipple and she inhaled sharply and cursed, as he bit down and began to suckle. She froze at the sudden inundation of pain to her senses. He suckled for a moment before pushing her to the floor and grabbing her hair. He held her cheek against the mess she had made of his thigh and smeared it back and forth.

“You’ll pay for that,” he hissed as he freed his cock with his other hand. His cock throbbed as he slapped it against her cheek and she opened her mouth–hungry, needy, and ready to accept her penance for her sins.

With only a look, she can bring me to my knees. But when I come up for air, it will be her lust that drips from my lips and she will beg for forgiveness. I desire the darkest of fantasies and only she can satiate my carnal desire. My lust runs free as my hands and lips caress her naked flesh and my fingers become tangled in her hair. 

“Cum for me.” I growl into her ear as she releases the last of her inhibitions. And as I take her from behind, holding her head up high, I know I may have conquered the Temptress tonight, but I will never tame her soul.