My last thoughts at night are of you... Wishing to kiss you goodnight, to embrace you, to cup your ass in my hands and pull your pussy into mine, to feel your legs against mine, to feel them open slightly to straddle one of mine, to press together and sigh as we release, then thrust again. To feel the moisture from your pussy against my leg, to feel your hand slide down to my pussy and let one of your fingers lazily slide up and down me, dipping inside my body to coax my own wetness to flow, to use two fingers fast to make my pussy make that tiny clicking suction noise: tsk tsk tsk tsk that causes my to hold you even tighter and fall onto the bed where i roughly push your legs open and climb between them.

Your pussy is perfection, hairless and smooth, the slight glisten of moisture that attracts my tongue, the perfume, so sweet, i recall how after having my fingers deep inside my high school sweetheart i would walk into my house with my fingers under my nose, never having gotten enough of her.

Just like i have never, never, ever, gotten enough of you. I wish i could tattoo the scent of your pussy on one of my hands, and the taste and smell of your lips, hair and body on the other. i so miss you...

When i awoke i felt your hsnd on my stomach, inching its way between my legs, already becoming damp. Then you make your fingers act like spider's legs that run around my tummy and then POUNCE ON MY PUSSY!

Your middle finger explores m texture, then begins jabbing, jabbing. Is it your feeding tube, yoir stinger? It keeps jabbing until it becomes coated wth my juice, and then it goes in!

You freeze, holding it inside. Then jerk it out, and your entire hand vanishes. i wonder what you are doing, and my hand starts sliding doen there. But you sharply slap my hand and throw it off my body. Than, after a moment your spider returns: tapping, gently stroking, and then you STRIkE. Sinking your finger deep. And holding very still.

After a time i feel your finger move, almost imperceptibly, you move the tip of your finger in a small circle. Waves emanate from my cunt, and as they move up my body i feel my insides turn to quivering gel. When the waves reach my chest i suddenly exhale and begin panting. Then the tip of your finger begins curling and uncurling. "Come here" you beckon. As if i could go anywhere else. My thoughts are of you, being held there by your compelling strokes, and silences.

I feel the tension building in my body. I call out your name.... "I am going to cum... May i cum, mistress, may i cum? i can't help it. Please Mistress. Please Mommy!"

You reply, "Yes, baby cum for me.. Cum for mama, cum baby."

And then i squeeze my eyes shut, scrunch up my face, stop breathing, and start convulsing, lifting my pelvis closer to you,, and makng funny little sounds that i make at no other time. Fireballs explode inside my eyelids. I haven't cum so hard for along time.

Then you rise to your knees, and i see you have your strap on all lubed. My eyes roll back as you lean toward me with a grin on your face...

ON TOP

i would pull you on top of me,
cradle your face with my palms,
look into your eyes and seek your heart,
the reflection of your soul.
Will i find it in a dark garden
sitting beside a black pool?
The moonlight all but blocked by leaves
silently keeping watch over you.
As my eyes adjust i see a form at your feet.
She is bound, and you idly flog her
with a bunch of dried rose stems.
She responds almost imperceptibly
as you pull them across her back,
leaving trails of broken skin
like a plow moving across mother earth.

The sun peeks under the leaves
and illuminates the scene,
bringing into view the forests,
grasslands and tiny tiny figures of many varieties
moving and forming small groups.
Goddess!
You HAVE created Mother Earth.
Joy brightens your face
and makes your eyes twinkle
and the corners of your mouth turn up.
You are beauty itself.

I rest your cheek on mine
and our bodies revel in the warmth they share.
Your legs lie right on top of mine
except one of your feet points between my legs
and the other outside.
You slip sideways
until my leg separates your two,
and you very slowly
grind your pussy against me,
I raise my pelvis and push back.
We lie there locked in thrust
until i push you off me and onto your back.
I slide my hand down your tummy and inside
your waistband.

First i notice the heat from your pussy,
and then its astounding wetness.
You lips are already opening for my fingers.
i lightly brush against them
and tap tap tap all around them,
but do not penetrate.
i slide my fingers up and down your lips
and in slow circles over your clit.

I whisper in your ear,
"i want to feel you from the inside.
May i enter you with my finger?"
You hiss back a yesss and open your clothes
and push them down to your knees.

You are rocking your pelvis
as i reach down to your perineum
and slowly slide my fingertip up to your clit,
barely inside your sugar lips.
Once around your clit and back down,
a little deeper.
And each time a little deeper,
until my finger is slippery.
Then i slide it home.
You gasp, and i do too.
You are absolutely amazing the inside.
I can't believe i am inside you.
I want to fuck you like an animal.

strawberry astroglide is not too bad on pancakes...

tastes just like pussy

Your pictures, your beauty... you are gorgeous. Yet they do not slake my thirst for You - they intensify it. They make me want to know what it feels like to rush to remove our clothes, to feel our bodies pressed against each other, to have my arms around You, to feel You within my arms, enclosed by me as i am by you... to lie beside you... to watch your eyes dance... to slowly touch all the parts of You... until i can recognize what i am touching simply from the sense of touch.

Crawling to the end of the bed and rubbing Your feet, Your sweet feet. Have You had Your toes sucked so perfectly that You became wet... shrimping heaven... kissing Your soles, Your soul... the little hollow near Your Achilles tendons, two little hollows on each leg...

I kiss my way up your calves, so succulent, so firm, i will no doubt begin to bite You, beginning with little nibbles, one leg and the other... until i lose myself and bite You hard, and hang on... You shake Your head so hard Your hair flies around, and You try knee me, but i expected that and bite harder, even as i know i will pay for this later... It is one reason i enjoy, i love, playing with You - You play rough...

You ask me to turn around, so we are on the bed heads to pussies, and we get very excited, and start moving around faster. Too fast to write it all down. i love your thighs, your crack, your clit, i love it, i love it, i love You, and You make me feel so warm and safe. As my tongue darts in and out of You Your thighs squeeze my head so tightly that my ear rings dig into the little spots under my earlobes, it feels like the tingle of electricity that Frankenstein must have felt when they applied power to those bolts sticking out of his neck.

I thrust and parry my tongue in Your heavenly hole until You tremble and relax Your legs a little so that i can breathe. But i don't let up; i press on, penetrating, licking, smearing, drinking, using my fingers, spreading Your juices on all of Your holes, exploring Your ass, pushing my finger in a little, then more. I fill You and You respond with sighs, cries, and moans, urging me to "Fuck me, fuck me fuck me!" I am delighted to hear Your cries, and i try harder to satisfy You; it is my only goal, for You to cum and keep cumming, for You to feel so good You lose touch with Your ordinary world and become orgasm, become lust. For You to hear the blood thundering through Your vessels, but become unable to tell what it is, and forget about the pain You are planning for me.

But i know You; You will remember soon enough.

THE PINK CHAIR

You are reclining naked in a pink chair, legs draped casually over the arms, beautifully exposing the gates of heaven. You are cupping your breasts, and a primal urge calls me to suckle on their life-giving fullness. My mouth memories purse my lips, i drift for a moment to a time of covering your areola with my lips while my tongue flips your nipple up and down, side to side, then suck it very hard, draw it deep into my mouth and continue to tease it with my tongue. Suck deep, then let it slide out, teeth only gently grazing it until i no longer have contact. Then beginning with the very tip, i suck, and suck and suck until i draw it in again. I can curl my tongue around it, i suck and stroke it, suck and stroke.

You notice my presence. You tip your head to the left. Your look vacillates between reflecting your body's hunger, an attitude that asks "What are you doing, how dare you come in here," and "Prey!"

I drop a small bag and move slowly to your left side, stopping just out of your reach. From the hand behind my back i offer a bouquet of daisies. You ask, "You have come to me with a bunch of weeds!!!" Your voice drips venom. Your hand shoots out and the daisies fly as if scattered by a tornado. Instinctively i step back. No one told me this would be easy. I begin to undress, my shirt falls to the floor. I unhook my bra and let it slither away. Hugging my breasts i rub across my nipples and they obediently rise like pencil erasers. Your eyes smile and you seem somewhat interested. You motion for me to approach, and gingerly i step forward until your palm rests against my breast.

Your hand closes on it and squeezes until you only hold my nipple which you pull very hard, and you keep pulling. You suddenly reach across yourself with your other arm and i instinctively shrink back: I know you... But to my surprise, instead of striking me you simply pull me closer.

Then you reach for my other nipple and pull on it too. Your fingers remind me of the pliers i have so often used at your behest - you are so strong! I become aware that your fingers are preferable to pliers; they have a pulse, and for all the strength i feel they are soft, and offer the option of tenderness, should you be so inclined.

And then you twist. First one, then the other. You know that drives my completely out of my mind. But this time my sense of purpose allows me a single strand of awareness.

I move a little closer - you ARE pulling on my nipples! And tentatively reach out to caress your thigh, the tender delicious inside of your thigh. And then i hear something i desire so much, but seldom get to hear... you sigh, or moan, or exhale, and sound relaxed. Oh, I like that.

And i like the tender skin i am touching, so smooth. The closer i get to your beautiful pussy the tighter you twist. I am almost at the breaking point as i slide my fingers even nearer. I am looking, through blurry eyes, at your pussy, your magnificent pussy. Hairless pussy is the only kind that attracts me anymore. Your mons is indeed a little mountain. Solid, but soft. I rub across the top edge. Again I hear that sigh.

As i move closer to your feet, you release my breasts. I press my hand over your little mountain. The heel of my hand feels the moisture escaping from your sweet lips. You are so easily turned on. Perhaps you are always turned on.

I drop to my knees and remind you that i find you the most beautiful i have seen, and that am hopelessly devoted to you. I pick up a flower and let the petals caress your lovely legs. You sigh again, and i feel a rush of contentment. I let the flower move to your tummy, and then i circle your pussy with it. I slide it up and down your pussy lips. The petals collect your splendid juices like morning dew.

With my other hand i pull a small silicone brush from my bag, and holding it between my knees i squeeze a generous portion of lube on it. I replace the flower with the brush and gently stroke up and down your pussy. This sight has to be the most stunning on earth: Your pussy begins to tremble and open. I let the tiny fingers of the brush invade your crack, and as i spread your folds to expose your clit to the brush you close your eyes and turn your head and i now hear every breath. You begin tipping your pelvis up and down, I continue with the brush, slow and steady over your clit, down your crack, up and around again.

Your cunt is now open, i see inside to the amazing folds that beg to grip something... I move the brush more rapidly over your clit and slip my finger inside you. Your whole body flexes and you moan loudly. The thrill of stimulation is contagious and i too moan, then slip my finger more deeply into your pussy, i pull it out and then insert two fingers, while the brush wipes over your clit. You reach out and grab my hair and pull my face to you. I pull my fingers out and slurp up your pussy woith my tongue. You pull me closer and my tongue slides inside you. Inside you! I shake my head and lick all the way around your pussy.

You are so wet! My face is covered with your fluid and scent; everything between your legs is slippery slippery slippery. I reach into my bag again and retrieve a buttt plug. It is long and slender, with graduated spheres. I rub it in your juices, then aim for your asshole and let the first sphere disappear inside you. I put two fingers back in your cunt as far as i can, and as i drag them back to your entrance i reach for your magic spot; there it is, only slightly rough and swollen. i glide my fingers up and back.

Meanwhile i push another bead into your ass. As i push another up agsinst your asshole you press down and make it pucker. I press a little more, and you swallow another bead with your nether mouth. Your pussy flows like the Nile, so much nectar, and now it begins to spurt out as you shudder and twitch.

Again you pull me to you,, and my tongue plunges deep. I push yet another bead up your ass, then make the piece wiggle and shake. The sounds you make are so fabulous. From somewhere you have produced a short stout piece of leather, and you begin striking me on the back. Every tome you do i push my tongue as deeply as possible. We establish a rhythm as you beat my back, and i suck your slot.

(to be continued)