Indecipherable Scrawlings

I tied the belt around the tree, letting it rest in the stump of a fallen branch.  My fingers slid easily into the slack between fraying cloth and rough bark as I circled around till soft flesh replaced bark.  My fingers idly traced the delicate windpipe as I felt the frantic hammering if a heart racing with nervousness and excitement.  Moving down the neck my fingers traced along bare shoulders then up arms prickling with goosebumps to a rope with no slack that pinned her hands above her head.  One quick check and I moved down again.  Stopping only briefly to twist the hair ties now securing nipples I let my hands drink in her skin.  Pulling her closer as I wrapped about her stomach and squeeze her ass hard enough to make her gasp.  Still further down onto thighs already parted but now pulled apart as I lifted her.

A hiss escaped her.  Lifting slid her back along coarse bark.  Soft sensitive skin abraded by rough, uneven wood.  Her face faded into pleasure as I leaned in for a kiss.  Grinding our hips I pushed myself into her, grunting as she enfolded me.

For a few moment I rocked gently into her.  Then I let her drop.  The belt caught on the broken branch and suddenly there was no slack.  Her eyes went wide as she choked, hands futilely struggling.  Then I slammed back into her, driving her back up.  She moaned as she tasted air again.  Then the process repeated.

Each savage thrust grated her back along the bark.  Rubbing and pulling, picking at the skin.  I hammered into her, fingers digging deep into her thighs.  Fucking her with wreckless abandon.  Wilder and wilder, harder and harder.  Each new pass another peak of pain.  But each new agony bringing the breath of life.  A moment of perfect pleasure speaking above a roiling sea of sweet torment.

Closer and closer together until they blurred into one.  Ecstacy and agony inseparable.  A cacophony of sensation that filled her mind and exploded into a buzzing numbness that left only clarity in its wake.

The valley stretched out before us, a sea of reds and roiling with waves of amber and brown.  A chilly breeze gave hints of the rich aromas of autumn amidst the stink of exhaust and close packed bodies crowding the low stone wall for a better view of the breath taking vista.  For all the world it seemed like we were just part of that crowd, another couple stopping off to stretch their legs and appreciate the beauty on display.  That wasn't the case of course.

When we had turned to face my raised phone it wasn't to capture a selfie.  It was so she could see I'd pulled up the remote app.  There was no surprise when the toy rumbled to life.  Buzzing excitedly in sharp jolts before settling down to a steady pulsing rhythm as we turned to look out again.  I wrapped her in my arms, bottom hand wresting on her trembling stomach while the other thumb moved languidly along the screen.

Her breath came in short excited gasps as I leaned down to whisper in her ear.  Soft reassurances that the conversations and traffic covered any noise.  That it was just me and her.  Her tender warmth growing within my embrace.  That she was being so good.  Hiding the waves of pleasure pulsing up her spine.  Disguising the growing need building within her.  The excitement as my thumb moved faster and faster, speeding up and slowing down in peaks ever closer together.  Building only to back off before jamming the vibe into high gear.

I held her trembling body closer, supporting her as her knees grew weaker, smiling as I absently pointed at some random object as cover for whispering, "Good girl" into her ear.

She bit her lip and glanced up, "Can we go back to the car?"

The real question was obvious and after a quick kiss on the forehead I answered, "Its okay Raven, all the matters is you and me.  No one else but us.  All alone on this edge.  And I want you to CUM off it.."

Her entire body trembles as I slam into her.  Reckless.  Wild.  The hammering of her heart pushing feebly against my ever tightening grip.  She matches my squeeze with her own that demands I go deeper.  Each second leaves the carefully controlled frenzy a little less controlled.  She's helpless and overwhelmed, gasping for each sip of air I allow her.  I grow in pleasure and satisfaction as I take my prey, leaning over her and bearing down with all my strength.

My growl fills her ear, one resounding question, "Do you want to cum slut?"

"Yes..."  Is the ghost of a whisper that I cut off in quivering anticipation.

"I can't hear you."  I snarl my teeth taking my hands place on her neck.

"YES DADDY!"  She pleads in an ear piercing scream.

"I said the doors locked and you need to let me in."  Another voice drifts in from the window.

In times of stress I find the familiarity of routine soothing.  Checking all the various things I need to go out.  Just the basics; wallet, cellphone, keys, stove off, and sub on leash.

She's nervous, fidgeting.  Hands flinching as instinct tells her to cover her nakedness while the three angry red lines across her bum remind her not to.  Her eyes meet mine and for a second I feel her nervousness call to mine.  After all some annoyingly rational and mundane voice in my head is repeating that there are no innocent explanation for walking a naked girl on a leash.  Tamping down such thoughts, gnawing fears isn't easy but I do it.  I have to.  One slip and my resolve will break and dash the hopeful expectation creeping into her shy smile.  So I force confidence into my own smile and hand her the bag.  Her hands settle as she holds her clothing, toys, and everything else she needs for a weekend away in front of her.

My sweaty palms tighten on the coarse leather of the leash and I open the door.  Brilliant shafts of light dance about an open and perfectly manicured lawn.  Fifty feet of open ground between stoop and curb.  Breeze and sunlight playing across my sub's skin, making her normal tan lines stand out all the more as I pull her to a stop.  Resisting the impulse to rush I close and lock the door, stealing glances at her all the while.  Now my impish side is acting up, pushing away the earlier nerves with the sheer thrill of what we're doing.

My pace away from the door is careful.  Steady.  Completely unhurried.  The leash is slack, but she doesn't run into me.  For a moment we simply bask in the glory of a resplendent day.  At the curb I politely open the door for her, tempting her cover.  A sharp tug on the leash stops her bolting like a rabbit back down its hole.

Instead she looks up at the hawk and smiles, "Please sir, may I get in."

I smile and toss the leash inside.  She hits the seat before it does.  I take the bag from her, put it in the back and climb into the driver's seat.  The doors close and our nervous laughter fill the air.  Somehow my hand doesn't shake as I give her a reassuring squeeze on the knee.

"That was fun."  I chuckle.

"Fun?"  She scoffs shivering from my touch and nerves, "Terrifying.  What if the neighbors had seen?"

"They didn't."  I said confidently my hand sliding along her leg, "And I know you enjoyed that.  I can feel the proof..."

In pre-Elizabethan England it was held that any woman who wore just her shift to her wedding would not take her debts into marriage.  Probably because any woman confident enough to strut nearly naked into church before her friends, family and religious leader is not likely to be cowed by debt collectors.  Or because any woman willing to demonstrate so publicly that she can't afford a dress should be forgiven.

Regardless it is a lovely tradition, but don't be like my friend and suggest bringing it back to his fiance...

Life is short so tell those that matter you love them.

Life is also terrifying and confusing so scream it at them in German.

"Honey, can you set up a train for me?"

"Of course, I'd love to baby."

"That's great, I'll leave the box out on the counter.  He'll be so happy when he comes down in the morning."

"Oh yes, the model train set...totally what I was thinking about too."

She trembled slightly as the gentle breeze skittered across her skin.  The sun kissing pale stretches normally denied to it as my hands roamed freely.  My exploration interrupted occasionally by having to return to her chin to pull her face up to look at me and not down the rutted track to the distant sounds of traffic.  She was nervous about that, I was aware but less nervous at the possibility of someone trying their luck on a random logging road on Sunday afternoon.  Besides it wasn't like we didn't have an audience already.

Leaning down I kissed her.  My mouth hungry, tongue aggressive.  My hands became firmer in their exploration.  Grabbing, pinching, testing and feeling the resulting moans against my kiss.  Her hands came for my belt but I grabbed the wrists and pulled them up holding them behind her head with one hand so I could step back and enjoy the effect of the position on her posture.  My other hand pushing firmly down her stomach, fingers curling amongst her unkempt but silken bush.  There was no more looking around as she thrust her hips towards me aside from a single glance away on my part.

I lifted her and her legs wrapped around me while we went the few steps to the hood of the car.  I was more nervous now and not only of tripping, but being watched wasn't normally my thing.  Still as I laid her out onto the blanket, spreading her open, seeing her reveling in being exposed.  Seeing her glistening excitement reflected in the suns hot kiss.  I stopped worrying and undid my belt.

She was eager, panting for this part but I held her firmly in place.  Enjoying teasing her.  Running my cock along her slit, letting my head bump a sensitive clit.  Forcing her to do more than moan.  Asking her what she wanted.  Pretending not to hear the mumbled response.  Asking again as I smacked my meat into her juicy pussy.

"Fuck me!"  She screamed, the last shreds of restraint vanishing.

I obliged her.  One hard thrust burying me in her.  My hands digging into her hips as I pounded her.  Yanking her back and forth to meet my thrusts.  Growling my appreciation of her pussy.  Managing a smirk as I described fucking her like a living toy.  Feeling her quiver around me in response.  Her body going limp.  Letting me use it as she lost herself in the breeze, sun and pleasure.  Till I felt her spasm and convulse around my invading cock, her back trying to arch against my restraining grip.

I pushed through it.  Doing my best not to bite my lip.  Disguising the effort it took not to lose control.  Didn't want to disappoint the audience after all.

To a constant chorus of "Fuck" she wrapped her legs around me.  Trying to trap me, trying to push me out, enjoying every second.  Feeling me swell inside her.  Moaning as I buried myself fully.  Gasping as I stood up, pulling her up with me.  Letting her back arch, her head roll back.  Feeling her cum again as I exploded into her, and her husband stared into her eyes from the driver's seat.

So my friend was woken up by a plumber looking to lay some pipe in her apartment.  Then the landlord showed up to collect on the rent.  Finally an actual pizza boy came looking for his tip.

All these things really happen.  Not one became a hot steamy sex scene despite the clear porno potential.  Somehow this leave me feeling cheated by reality.

A friend and I were discussing time travel and decided that instead of waisting it's potential murdering Austrian painters or giving our younger selves the winning lottery numbers it should be used for something truly important.  Going back to bang the kinkiest historical figures.

My pick was Cathrine the Great of Russia in 1765, preferably with a couple of her ladies in waiting at the same time.

Anyone else have a pick?