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Senses Story Challenge - Accepted

Responding to the lovely TreasueMe's writing challenge. Challenge accepted.

Here is the link to the original Blog: https://thecage.co/blog/userblog.php?blog_id=28722&postid=77389#anc

Laying in the grass I watch as leaves tumble to the ground around me. They are dancing in rhythm with the wind, staying airborne for as long as possible before finding a resting place. The trees dance in sync with their falling foliage creating an autumn dream worthy of a high fantasy. The air is crisp around me but my back is warm from the carpet of moss tracing along my outer edges. The is a spice to the air as the smells of the outside world mix with the leather from my boots. They are worn and tattered but have never let my toes down, providing warmth and comfort as the seasons change. They used to belong to my mother and just the thought of her fills my nose with the intoxicating scent of cinnamon. Her hands spent hours kneading dough leaving her perfectly and permanently smelling of cinnamon. Even when she would kiss my eyelids goodnight it would be the last thing I smelled before I drifted off. Now I lie here watching her spirit entangle with the wind and surround me with everything autumn dreams are made of.
1 year ago. January 29, 2023 at 2:36 PM

Original Challenge: https://thecage.co/blog/userblog.php?blog_id=28722&postid=78507

 

I was almost able to resist the smile pulling at the corner of my mouth until I saw her glistening thighs.  One of my favorite parts of this life is exploring new things with my partner and seeing how they react.  It is not always such a.... mouth-watering moment but pleasurable non the less.

 

I shrug out of my jacket and roll the sleeves up just to the middle of my forearms.  I know how much she likes to see my skin.  Feel my muscles but she hasn't earned it.  Not yet.  Turning to the box I pull out the flogger.  The scent of leather mixes with the scent of flowers and her sweet intoxicating elixir.  I close the distance between us and place my lips gently on her eye lobe.

 

"I've never smelled anything so rousing,"  I say.  Keeping my lips in place as I trace the flogger up her midsection.  The tails now coat themselves and her with her forbidden juices.  A primal sound tries to form at the base of my throat but I keep myself composed.  Somehow.  "Let's see how aroused you can really get."  This is about her.  Not me.  A soft whimper escapes her lips and I know exactly what I want from her.

 

I lay the flogger down and remove my bowtie.  Its new home is pressed to her plump lips.  Once I have it secure I put my lips to her ear lobe again.  "Every time you make a sound, I will take something else away.  If you stay focused and let your body do the talking, I will reward you.  Nod if you understand."

 

She nods.  I bite her ear and continue with the flogger.  I let each tail touch every part of her delectable skin.  Winding their way around her curves, leaving goosebumps in their wake.  So far she has been silent but this is only the beginning.  The heels I hand-painted for her look even better than I imagined.  With a flick of my wrist, I whap her backside.  Her porcelain skin instantly turning a soft shade of pink.  Her teeth dig into the silk material forcing any sound to stay within herself.  "Good Mo Chroí," I praise.  I strike her again but harder this time.  Her body tenses briefly before melting into the sensation of it.  Letting her body truly understand that fine line between pain and pleasure.  I make brief eye contact with her checking to see if she is near her limit but they are filled with nothing but desire.  I bite down hard on my lip and adjust myself.  I don't want her to hear me yet but I do want her to know the effect she is having on me.  She isn't the only one struggling.  If I allowed myself I would howl at the moon with guttural desire.

 

I strike her again but this time softer and to her front side.  Her clit is already swollen with desire and I can't have that beautiful hive busting just yet.  The longer the honey develops the sweeter it tastes.  She struggles hard against the restraints but manages to not let even the slightest sound slip from her lips.

 

Dragging the flogger down her shoulders to her swollen clit I whisper in her ear one more time.  "Remember stay focused Mo Chroí and I will lick up every last drop of your sweet honey." 

DominusRex​(dom male) - I am thoroughly enjoying the way you and TreasureMe are working together to unfold this story. Your writing styles complement each other's so well. I love how you evoke all the senses in bringing the scene to life. It leaves nothing to the imagination but everything to the imagination at the same time.
1 year ago

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