Treasure's Trove

4 - Fantasy...Mesmerized

Treasured — Fri, 13 Jun 2008 05:51:43 GMT

Resting high in the azure blue sky The sun bathes her legs in it’s brightness. However, the rest of her body, Protected by the cabana’s shade Is only bathed in the sun’s oppressive heat. A rushing ocean breeze ruffles the curls at her neck And he notes they dance around the dark mark there. Save this mark, her skin is smooth and fair. A frown furrows his brow as he notes her pinkened legs. Shifting, he moves his body between the sun and the lady. With the change in light, her lashes flutter and she stirs. His breath is caught as this beautiful flower awakes. Then her dark blue eyes are upon him and he sees fear. So he smiles, his white teeth lighting his face. Speaking, words he has dreamt of since the first glance. Hello’s and introductions and soothing phrases Her tension eases and then his fatal error His eyes admire the mark she wears on her neck Of a sudden her fingers are there and she blushes The air is thick with her retreat so he advances Sitting at the edge of her lounge, he leans closer His voice so deep it rumbles, and almost purrs The pulse in her neck accelerates, making his mouth water His hand ventures out to claim hers, electricity sparks They both feel it, he is excited and she is leery Fearing to lose her, he resorts to her eyes Capturing her glance, he speaks to her thru her soul Bringing her fingers to his lips, he feels the tremble Nostrils flaring he catches her scent, and advances his other hand Slipping up her leg, still holding her gaze captive Her lips part and her panting breath teases his senses The beast within him is clawing at his skin Craving to feast on her, he claims her mouth His tongue licks and laps, learning her The hand prowls on and finds the warmth of her garden As tongue tastes, so fingers explore As tongue slips over teeth, so finger slips within her suit As tongue thrusts, so fingers drive into her passage Warm and moist from his spell The beast within him is near Others pass by but she is lost within his will Sensing their stares he shifts, hiding his prize Her whimper teases his ears and a growl grumbles within him When she tenses, approaching release, his beast surges Willing it back with an iron will, she slips over the edge Her wails of pleasure echo in his mouth and are lost in his lungs Turning to the source of the sound, the onlookers find the cabana empty. © 2008 Treasured

A new chapter...

Treasured — Mon, 09 Jun 2008 05:57:58 GMT

As I step out into this new week I begin a new chapter in the journey Looking back is a calm refreshment Old obstacles litter the way Successes, like flowers, line the path But now is not an obstacle but a window Where once the door was closed That I will succeed on the other side Is not a doubt but a wonder To go where this one has never been before To go beyond where this one has ever dared To reach out and grasp the brass ring And find the freedom of success within it's circle. To new chapters and the thrill of turning pages...

3 - Fantasy...Mark of the Beast

Treasured — Sun, 08 Jun 2008 07:35:08 GMT

The scent of fresh linen fills her senses Head cradled in a pillow’s softness Limbs sprawled wide, owning the bed Blinking at the candles light Brain searching for the time link From strong arms amidst sunlit waves To her naked body bathed only in candlelight Then her ears alert to a soft rumbling She gasps as a shadow displays on the curtain Eyes strain to believe the reality A large cat, not purring by rumbling so near Searching the shadows for another glimpse Startled when a large cat Backlit by the moonlight, It’s coat gleaming blue black Stands boldly in her doorway All she can make out is the eyes Green and burning with....is it lust Paralyzed with fear, she stares but does not move The morning dew catches the animals breath Forming mists about it’s head Mists rise from it’s body, indicating it’s heat When the long tongue slides out, lolling The scent of the animals breath fills the room Her mind tells her to run, but she cannot move Her mind tells her to scream, but she cannot Then in one fluid motion, the animal crouches Leaping to land on the bed Standing over her naked body Breathing near her ear, drooling down her shoulder Her eyes are closed tight against her demise When the rumbled purr morphs to a low groan Then large fingers slip between hers, restraining hands Lips move over her temple, cheek and down her neck Then a man’s large cock slips between her legs Sliding through her folds, caressing her clit Her mind unable to make sense, simply responds As lips suckle her earlobe, her hips press upward When teeth gently press into her jugular Then suck sharply, the skin against the teeth Her hips move in unison with the thrusts A moan forms deep in her throat and he answers Growling Her head is pulled back sharply, fingers in hair One hand grasping the throat, teeth warning still He growls and she whimpers Then plunging deep, he buries his cock against womb Suddenly a frenzy of lust ensues He buries himself deeper with each thrust Pulling her head back , arching her body Rolling a nipple, tugging it, pinching it All the while ramming and ramming Her body electrified, she trembles and sweats His nostrils flair, catching her scent Licking her shoulder he reapplies the bite In one slick slide he frees from the pussy Entering the ass, pressing his prey into the bed She screams as her body flashes and burns Then explodes in light and sparks Her essence flooding the bed And still he pounds, the force barbaric Until his muscles lock, head arches back And a howl echoes through her body And is gone... An early morning breeze rushes through white lace curtains Slipping over her naked body. She stirs and breathes deeply, The scent of tropical flowers and warm ocean waves. Dark lashes lift and blink, learning again the bright morning sunshine. Her limbs lengthen as toes and fingers stretch and flex, Limbs slightly trembling with the effort. The spicy scent of her sex joining the tropical mix in the air. Suddenly, the body arches from the bed in a sensual convulsion The last effects of slumber are banished. She sits up with a start, looking about in terror or is it disappointment Alone, she is alone in the room. No lingering scent of wild animal No wet sheets, could she have dreamed it, but it was so real Stumbling into the bathroom, her sex is not tender as she would expect She sits down and relieves herself, wipes and stands up facing the mirror Then her world tilts violently, she grasps the counter to steady herself She stares at the large reddish mark on her neck The mark of the beast, or was it man, or was it both. © 2008 Treasured

2 - Fantasy...Caress

Treasured — Sun, 08 Jun 2008 04:10:48 GMT

Haunting her mind, he works a spell over her body The tall mysterious vision fills her space and presses near Shaking her head free of the dream, The water calls to her, promising a cooling touch She quickly frees each small button from it’s binding Her dress fluttering to the floor, forgotten As she stands naked under the circling fan, Her eyes drift over the brief garment on the bed Again shocked at her choice Once chosen in a rebellious mood So pale, so thin, so certain to all but disappear in the waves Taking a deep breath, she slips within the abbreviated garment Turning slowly she views a stranger in her mirror This creature, molded seductively in a silken caress A visual definition of woman, rounded to fill his hands here Dipping to invite his touch there She hears the frolicking ones on the beach and is shy But then stands tall, remembering her goal She is to step outside of her comfort and conquer her beast That which has kept her on the fringes of life now too long. Wrapping her hips in a thin triangle of material She moves with trembling bravado out into the sunlight Her eyes see only the waters allure Missing those that approve lustily and Those that hide envy with haughty disdain The sand warms her feet and slides between her toes As she strides gracefully across the white beach She moves into the waves, submitting to the warmth Another step and the water slips between her thighs It’s wet fingers touch her hidden treasures Her fingers skim the surface, as if moving over flesh She hears an erotic whisper in the waters rush Is overwhelmed by the thrust of the waters hand Her body yields to the force of a wave, the earth tilts Then arms enfold her, not the touch of a waters dream But that of a man, a tall dark man, her vision in the flesh. © 2008 Treasured

1 - Fantasy...Waking

Treasured — Wed, 04 Jun 2008 05:12:19 GMT

An early morning breeze rushes through white lace curtains Slipping over her naked body. She stirs and breathes deeply, The scent of tropical flowers and warm ocean waves. Dark lashes lift and blink, learning again the bright morning sunshine. Her limbs lengthen as toes and fingers stretch and flex, Limbs slightly trembling with the effort. The spicy scent of her sex joining the tropical mix in the air. Suddenly, the body arches from the bed in a sensual convulsion The last effects of slumber are banished. A languid caress brings hands along thighs, Across the undulating belly to ascend the mounds Teasing the peaks. Then she breaks free from the beds claim and rises to greet the morning. Later... Fresh from the shower, she sips coffee in the breeze. Naked beneath the white eyelet dress, she is a vision. The tropical setting is so foreign yet comforting. The white curtains dance with her dress as she emerges. On the terrace, flowers, palms and this beauty A pulsating still life worthy of any master's stroking brush. Her eyes drink in the scene, white frosted waves of green The ocean laps the sandy shore, forever returning for more. Tan bodies in strips of cloth, frolic and tease and perform. But in an instant, she sits erect, breath ceasing with the sight. For from the jungle a god has emerged, his allure an epiphany. She has never before stepped on these shores, has never before laid eyes on this vision, and yet she knows. He has visited her, a blink of her eye, a fleeting thought, A heated dream that has haunted her for all time. His form is tall and wide and strong. His hair his dark and long and thick. His muscles bunch and flex as he strides. His eyes, oh how she longs to see.... As if beckoned by her thoughts, he lifts his dark eyes, Pauses in his stride, capturing her stare... He possesses her soul, then he smiles. She pulls a long drag of air into her burning lungs A blush touches her cheeks and she timidly, Slowly returns the gesture, her lips lifting, Lighting her blue eyes and his soul. © 2008 Treasured

VICTORY...

Treasured — Fri, 30 May 2008 06:20:11 GMT

The Cookie's Wordnerds tribe is open to the public again and free of all stolen stories. I'll be keeping my eye on them though. Thank you all for your support and kind words. (refer to post entitled PLAGIARIZED!!)

Breathless fantasy...

Treasured — Mon, 26 May 2008 04:16:51 GMT

For years now I have harbored a deep dark fantasy. While I’ve shared/written about many of them this one has remained private for the most part. It began one night as I was watching a porn movie. A woman was behind bars in a jail and a male jailor came to visit. The scene included several elements that always excite me, power, submission, sex. The woman was straddling the jailor, his cock buried deep in her and she was very clearly enjoying the ride. My temperature was rising but went off the charts when another male jailor entered the cell. He stripped and moved up behind the woman. He pulled her nipples, her hair, and spanked her ass...all elements that stole my breath and made my heart race. When he slid his cock into her ass and began thrusting, matching the thrusts of the first jailor and she began screaming in ecstacy, you can bet my fingers were moving furiously over nipples, clit and deep into my pussy. I remember coming and screaming and then rewinding and watching the scene over and over. From then on I have had a lust for MFM trios. I love giving head so when the scenes begin that way it’s fine but I’m always disappointed when they don’t segue into DP. When I go to bed and try to ease the lust I like to use my vibrator on my clit and a finger or two in my ass. But when I close my eyes, the images I see on the screen are of two very strong willed men, taking me to the moon and beyond with their long cocks and dominating natures.

PLAGIARIZED!!

Treasured — Sat, 24 May 2008 06:15:43 GMT

I'm in shock, I'm hurt, I'm mad as heck, I'm so unbelievably naive!! My story "Lust In The Lav" is posted in a tribe called "Cookie's Wordnerds" and being claimed by someone named "SHAN". Grrrrrrr She made a handful of changes and thinks the story is hers. Double GrrrGrrrrrrr <sigh> waking up to reality is painful. There are other stories appearing in this tribe under the same ID. Better check and make sure it isn't one of yours. Grrrrrrrrrr

Turning my thoughts to you, Master...

Treasured — Fri, 23 May 2008 04:11:22 GMT

Your love pours over me in cooling waves You offer me hope in faithful portions Your counsel a soft touch my soul does crave Your laughter the sunshine that fills my heart Your chains the freedom from panic's control Your Treasure draws near to her Master's hold © 2008 Treasured

Changes...

Treasured — Wed, 21 May 2008 04:32:20 GMT

Never again complacent Assuming what is will be Allowing routine to win out. The past is stagnant water The present rippled with hope The Future a flowing fountain. When life rips us from the rut Taking a new direction Be watchful and claim your reward...Changes. © 2008 Treasured

Man's Creativity...

Treasured — Sun, 18 May 2008 07:10:58 GMT

The sun warmed Angela’s bare shoulders. The light blue sun dress hugged her body and then spilled over her hips to swirl freely around her legs. In her hand she held a pair of white sandals, bare toes caressed the thick grass as she wandered thru the grounds of the old museum. The main exhibits had been captivating but didn’t hold her attention for long. She had read that the property had once belonged to an aristocratic family with a penchant for deviant behavior. It was the lure of that reputation that had brought her out into the country for a tour of the estate. However, her erotic nature had been disappointed so far and in an attempt to find a hint of the sordid past of legend, she decided to strike out on her own. As she wandered around the side of the main structure, the trees grew thick and the ivy on the side of the building completely concealed the brick wall. If the sun hadn’t been so brilliant she would surely have missed the small wooden door nearly concealed by the overgrowth. Did she dare venture inside? Slipping her shoes back on, she stepped thru the vines covering the stone path to the portal and turned the doorknob. Relieved when it opened easily she was amazed to find the room well maintained, though dimly lit. Actually the lighting had a faint hint of red, creating an erotic mood. Angela’s heart beat wildly as she sensed she had found what she had been looking for. She marveled at the detailed sketches hung about the walls, chronically every conceivable position and deviation she had ever heard of. As she wandered into a room further inside the structure, she found sculptures depicting the same scenes she had admired in the sketches. As she studied a particularly erotic piece, she reached out and slid her warm hand down the length of the mans back and over the perfectly formed globes of his ass. Then she wrapped her fingers around his cool marble cock and a rush of heat spread thru her. She pulled her hand away as if burned and turned to leave. Then she noticed yet another very narrow door in a darkened corner of the room. Quietly she approached the door and turned the knob. The room’s lighting was even dimmer and it took a moment for her eyes to adjust to the lighting. When her vision began to clear she realized the room was filled with pieces of furniture, very plain and unadorned. She walked over to a chair and realized it’s purpose. For, rising from the center of the seat of this plain wooden chair was a large carved penis. She stood, mesmerized, her lovely mouth slightly open and her heart momentarily stilled as the reality of what she was seeing dawned upon her. At that moment the door opened and a couple quietly stepped inside. She wanted to leave but simply moved to the next exhibit with all the calm sophistication she could muster. Then she began to really look at the contraption before her and felt her face heat as a blush covered her entire body. The seesaw displayed was certainly not a child’s toy for there was a hole in the seat at each end, and rising below each hole was a penis carved from wood. As her mind slipped around the idea of this old world fucking machine, she realized her panties were damp as were her thighs. The beat of her heart was rampant and she couldn’t seem to breath. She had forgotten the couple until he spoke to her, his mouth very near Angela’s ear. What he said caused her eyes to slide closed and her knees to weaken. “I couldn’t possibly, Sir.” she replied. His low voice rumbled in the small room, “But she will be so very disappointed. Won’t you please reconsider?” As he spoke the other woman stepped over the velvet rope and ripped a foil packet open with her teeth, rolling a condom over one of the wooden penises. Her friendly smile was reassuring, but there was simply no way on earth Angela could be this brazen with strangers. Yet, when he stepped over the velvet rope, ripped a foil packet and applied a condom to the other penis she realized she was going to do this. His woman stepped up onto the platform, slid her mini skirt up her thighs and straddled the seat, but remained standing. Angela noted the woman wasn’t wearing panties. The stranger reached out his hand to Angela and she took it then stepped over the velvet rope. “Raise your dress.” He stated, and she froze. As he knelt beside her, she remained still until he lifted his eyes to hers and the command was clear. Angela lifted her dress and he slid his hands up her legs, caught her panties in his fingers and slid them down to her ankles. She stepped out of them and up onto the platform. Angela straddled the seat and looked up into the deep green eyes of the other woman, who said, “I think it should be very slow at first, don’t you?” Angela nodded in agreement. When the woman lowered her weight slightly the wooden seat rose between Angela’s legs and the woman gasped. “Mmm that feels so good, but it’s really big. Are you ready to try?” Without waiting for Angela’s reply, the woman began to rise and Angela’s wet pussy lowered over the wide head of the wooden penis. It pressed against her but didn’t go in. When she winced, the woman began to lower her body again. She seemed to have no problem with the size of the structure but it was simply too large for Angela’s body. Then she felt her dress loosen as the man lowered the zipper. Before she could protest, his fingers were teasing her sensitive nipples. Angela gasped and then groaned as he tugged at her hard pebbles. She didn’t notice when her end of the seesaw began to lower but when the wooden cock pressed against her opening this time it eased inside. The women continued to tease each other like this for a time until the man took control. He grasped the wooden edge of Angela’s seat and began raising and lowering it higher, lower, faster, harder. Then he would raise it a bit and lower it again, suddenly. Angela began to feel the heat of an approaching orgasm spread up her body. The woman cursed as she also began to near climax. Soon they were both screaming, bodies clutching at the unyielding appendages as they lost control and gave into the pleasure of man’s creativity. That night, when the janitor entered the hidden playroom, he immediately smelled the sweet odor of female pleasure. He stepped over the velvet rope, lower one end of the seesaw and bent to breath deeply. Yes, it was unmistakable. The sweet nectar of a woman’s essence. He shook his head and grinned. He had been cleaning and polishing this particular toy for decades. It had brought countless ladies, some finer than others, great pleasure. He turned and lifted his eyes to the small camera high in the corner of the room. A knowing grin lifted one edge of the old mans lips and he went about his business. © 2008 Treasured

Travel

Treasured — Wed, 14 May 2008 13:01:29 GMT

I love to travel and see new places or revisit old places...but I haven't had the opportunity to do much travel. If I won the lottery I think I would like to see dolphins leaping along side the ship and hear the sails flapping in the breeze on a bright cloudless day with a handsome pirate keeping an eye on me. Or to climb aboard a camel and be lifted high as it stood to take me to the great pyramids, the Red Sea and to an oasis to meet a handsome sheek and have his harem girls teach me to belly dance. Or to Alaska to see the great whales skimming thru the water, to sail over the glaciers in a helicopter, to witness the play of polar bear cubs and to sleep naked and warm in an igloo.

What turns you on?

Treasured — Wed, 14 May 2008 13:00:18 GMT

I was recently asked this question and thought I would share my response: "You asked what turns me on? Hmm now there's a question. A blanket of fresh snow, the feeling of bubbly champagne on my tongue, slow kisses that turn into a frenzy, strong men (physically and mentally), an active imagination, and the feel of a kitten's soft fur wrapped around a purr....and so much more." How about you?

The Trainer...part 6

Treasured — Wed, 30 Apr 2008 04:20:18 GMT

Before she completely settle back to earth, he moved up over her, releasing her wrists and revealing her eyes. As she blinked and focused, she returned his smile. She reached up and caressed his face, tracing his eyebrows and nose. Then she leaned up and kissed him gently, testing her skills. When her tongue touched his lips he opened to her, and enjoyed her timid thrusts. When he had reached his limit, he pulled back and caught her gaze. Eyes locked with hers, he pressed the head of his cock to her still throbbing sex. She tried to lift her hips to meet him, wanting more of the little death that had just consumed her. But he held her still, with his weight. “No, baby. You must be still, and take it easy. Will you do that for me?” He felt her body tremble in need and could empathize. “Yes, Sir. But you may have to help me.” Brushing her hair back from her face he claimed her lips, his tongue thrusting into her warm mouth as he pressed a bit farther into her tight pussy. Instinctively, she spread her legs, pulling her knees up higher. He warmed at the thought of her opening herself to him so fully, and slipped in another inch. He continued to slowly ease himself into her tightness, allowing her body to grow accustomed to his dimensions. When he finally had entered to the usual depth, she was panting and trembling but holding him tight. As he began to withdraw she wrapped her legs around him, hugging him with her entire body and whispered into his ear, “More please.” He nearly came at that moment, she was the fulfillment of all his fantasies and as she rolled her hips up to meet him, he eased in another inch or two. He could feel his head pressing against her womb and as he thrust once more he buried himself completely inside her. He was home and she began to spasm around him. Her eyes rolled back and she cried out as she came apart for him. Holding her as she sailed high, he watched this treasure, and felt a since of pride and protectiveness he had seldom felt before. When she opened her eyes, her face covered in a sheen of perspiration, she whispered, “Isn’t it about your turn?” He chuckled, “No baby, I plan to stay inside you forever.” “Mmmm, sounds like a good idea to me.” At that moment he withdrew, sending a whole new set of sensations zinging through her. When he plunged deep inside her once more, she began to crest but this time he couldn’t wait. He thrust in and out of her slowly at first and when he felt her body yielding more easily he picked up the pace. Cradling her ass in his hands he shifted the angle to allow for easier access. The ringing approach of ecstasy in his ears, blocked the sound of her passionate moans and cries. But when she clenched around him in yet another orgasm he pressed thru it and felt the painfully exquisite gush of release. They stayed locked in the most intimate of embraces, his weight on his elbows and knees to keep from crushing her. When he finally pulled from her and rolled over to discard the condom he realized she had raised up and was watching him. “Curious little thing aren’t you?” he teased. She grinned, “I want to know everything about sex and you. Will you teach me?” Capturing her in his arms he pulled her tight against his chest. “Well I don’t know if you can afford me. I am a fairly well known trainer.” The mischief in her eyes and smile caused him to chuckle. She said, “Well perhaps we could work out a barter system.” She was so adorable he rolled her over again, pinning her and kissed her hard. “So is it a deal.” She asked. He laughed, “I’m thinking that’s a very big yes. So when do you think you’ll be ready for your second lesson, little filly?” “Whenever the famous old trainer is up to it.” She giggled hysterically as another round of tickling ensued. © 2008 Treasured

The Trainer...part 5

Treasured — Wed, 30 Apr 2008 02:26:40 GMT

He stepped toward the bed and she recoiled shyly. He stopped, “Do you trust me?” Her eyes slowly lifted, again taking in his body, until she looked into his eyes. “Yes Sir, I trust you.” Then a grin lit her face and she giggled. “But my body doesn’t realize that yet.” He too smiled. “I want you to sit up a moment.” Opening the bedside table he pulled out a long silk scarf, it was white, a blank pallette like his new little pet. She pulled her knees under her, hands resting on her thighs and bowed her head in trust. He placed the scarf over her eyes and secured it behind her head. His hands slid over her shoulders and down her arms, then he lifted her left hand and placed a kiss on each knuckle. The scent and taste of her was overwhelming and his eyes slid closed as the effect washed over him. “Lay down on your back, baby.” She did so without hesitation, but she seemed to sense his eyes sliding over her naked body and started to cover herself. “No.” Just one gently issued command, yet a command it was. He again pulled a scarf from the drawer and wrapped it around one wrist and then secured it to the bed post. She pulled gently, trying the knot and then he lifted her other wrist and secured it as well. A wave of panic passed thru her mind but he chased it away as he spoke near her right ear, “Do you trust me?” Her tongue darted out and slid across her upper lip just before she replied, “Yes, Sir. I trust you.” “Good girl.” The bed dipped as he knelt over her. He kissed her left cheek and she turned to meet his lips, but he kissed her right shoulder. As he sampled her here and there his large cock bobbed and stroked her stomach. A strange heat, much like a blush but far more intense, began to ooze thru her body. He surrounded her, his scent invaded her head, his touch caressed her skin, and above all else his presence banished her fear and doubt. She gasped as the hair on his chest teased her erect nipples but as suddenly as it began it ended. Her body arched, aching for the return of that touch but when his mouth closed over her nipple and he pulled it hard into his mouth she cried out in pleasure. The shock waves darted through her and centering in her sex. The feeling was so intense, her body began to weep and she felt her moisture slip downward toward her rosebud. Trying to ease the ache between her legs, she started to pull them together but he stopped her, sliding down to place his body between her thighs. She felt chilled and lonely at the loss of his body heat but when he spread her knees and took a deep breath she realized what he was about to do. Her pussy clenched in anticipation and he chuckled. Then he placed his tongue over her opening and lapped at her hole. She tried to lunge her hips up at his mouth but he held her firm. Her deep groan filled the air as his tongue slid deep inside her creamy sex and curled this way and that, licking at her inner walls. Her whimpers and moans grew more intense as he feasted on her juices. The excitement she was feeling as he introduced her to each new sensation was contagious and the beast within him tore at his body, trying to get out. When he pulled back and she cried out “No, please.” he grinned. But his eyes were captivated by her shiny pink clit, swollen and bulging from his protective sheath. He closed his mouth over the entire area and sucked, flicking it with his tongue, nibbling it with his teeth. Then, hearing her frantic chatter and cries, slid a finger deep inside her and began to stroke it in and out as he suckled her. Her sounds stalled, and there was a silence known as the calm before the storm, he held her firm. Nevertheless, when the orgasm overtook her it lifted her hips, and him, and his finger was mercilessly squeezed and pulled by her tight body as wave after wave of ecstasy washed over her. He watched her face, in awe. Such beauty and passion. And she was all his.

The Trainer...part 4

Treasured — Mon, 28 Apr 2008 01:35:41 GMT

As she walked around the corner he listened intently, she must have paused inside the door because it was a few moments before he heard the bed creak as she sat down. He sat down on the couch, elbows on his knees and head in his trembling hands. Had she felt him trembling? He wasn’t feeling like the strong trainer at this moment, but rather like the drooling panting beast driven by a primal lust as old as time. He took several deep breaths. If he went to her before he had his hunger under control he would ruin his chances by pouncing. Oh god, how he wanted to pounce, pinning her face down on the bed, and taking her without preamble. He could feel the dangerous growling, biting, beast inside him and so he waited. What was taking him so long, what was he doing, had he changed his mind? She sat carefully at the edge of the bed, hands folded in her lap, ankles crossed. She was as tense as a guitar string and yet she could feel the warm moisture between her legs. Eyes slowly closed at the memory of what his kiss did to her. The way he just took control was thrilling. Others had always waited for permission and she had always been to timid to give it, but here she was. She thought about getting up and pacing, that always helped her relax. But then she remembered his words, “...wait on the bed until I get there.” She had learned the meaning of trust as she watched Dave work with Stu. She had learned that Dave never forgot, he could be trusted. So she sat, and listened to herself breath, heard the beat of her heart in her ears. “Good girl.” She jumped at the sound of his voice. He walked into the room, closed the door and sat down in a large chair in the corner. Her tongue skimmed across her upper lip, nervously. He held her gaze and then slowly smiled. “Come here, baby.” She stood up and walked toward him until he held up his hand and she stopped. “Undress for me, Susan.” Her heart stopped and the blood rushed through her body. This wasn’t the way it was suppose to be. He was suppose to just take her and help her get over her fear of this intimacy. And still he held her gaze. “Do you trust me, Susan?” Her hear began to beat again and peace swept thru her, “Yes, Sir. I do.” She began to unbutton the dress. Slowly she revealed her body to him, first the sandals, then the dress until she stood before him in a lacy white bra and panties. Her hands hugged her naked thighs and her nails pressed small half moons into her skin as she waited. His eyes moved over her body and then lifted to meet hers again. She smiled, proud of her progress, but his gaze asked for more. Her trembling fingers had a hard time releasing the front clasp of her bra but soon it joined her other clothing in a puddle around her feet. It was his turn to moisten his lips, clear his throat and shift in the chair. Her breasts were full and beautiful. Her nipples a deep dusty rose color except at the tips of the erect nipples. There the color was red. The blood surging to the points. His mouth watered for a taste. She began to remove her panties but he spoke, “Turn around please, baby, and then take them off.” She obeyed. As she slid the delicate material down her hips his heart was thudding like the hooves of a running horse. When she bent forward to slip the panties down her legs he could see her tiny rosebud and the tight lips of her sex. His hands gripped the arms of the chair to keep him from pouncing. My god he had never been laid so low by desire before. When she began to turn around he stopped her, telling her to go lay in the center of the bed. When she obeyed and he saw her curl up in a fetal position, every muscle clenched tight in her body, his need eased. This wasn’t about him, it was about her and by god the beast inside him wasn’t going to ruin it for her. “Now it’s my turn to undress, baby, roll over and watch.” She did so, but very hesitantly. He had never enjoyed anything as much as watching her reaction as he revealed first a broad chest, then long legs. He nearly laughed out loud at the size of her eyes when his endowments were revealed. He knew his cock was larger than most, but had been frustrated by the limitations rather than the benefits thru his life. For example, there were few women who could handle all of it and this being her first time, he had no doubt this time would be the same. Still her naive amazement was flattering.

The Trainer...part 3

Treasured — Sun, 27 Apr 2008 17:20:57 GMT

The Saturday training sessions became a routine, both Stu and Susan were proving to be very good students. As Dave helped Stu trust and respect Susan, he was also noting that Susan had begun to trust and respect the trainer as well. Yes, things were going very well. She had become accustomed to his subtle touch. Removing her jacket, his hands would skim over her arms and her bodies response was not overlooked. Holding her chair for her, he would lean close to catch the scent from her hair and she would react to his nearness. It pleased him that even the simplest of touches would cause her breath to catch and goose bumps to spread across her skin. Tonight he planned a clam bake. As he placed a live lobster into the boiling water she gasps and he noted her alarm. “I’m sorry, I’ve gotten so use to doing it I didn’t even think. Forgive me?” Her troubled eyes rose to meet his, “I don’t think it’s my forgiveness you need to be worried about.” His laughter filled the air and she relaxed and smiled at the unintentional joke. When he placed the meal on the table she was hesitant to take the lobster. So he didn’t force her. However, a he dunked another large chunk of the sweet meat into garlic butter and placed it in his mouth, he noticed her eyes on him and the way her tongue darted out to moisten her lips. “Would you like to try some of mine? If it’s not on your plate I don’t think you can be held liable for dastardly deed.” His smile was gentle as he held the fork out for her. The butter coated morsel was very tempting. She leaned forward and her lips closed over his fork, pulling the morsel into her mouth her eyes fell to half mast as a moan escaped, "Mmm, that is delicious." He leaned toward her slowly and cupped her chin in his hand, very pleased when she didn’t pull back. "Yes you are." He slid his fingers into her hair and gently pulled her mouth to his. Still smiling he slowly licked a drop of butter from her lower lip, and she gasped. As he angled his lips over her his kiss was gentle, a feathery touch and just as she began to respond, he pulled back. His thumb drew across her lips and he smiled at her. Lifting his fork he asked, "Would you like another...bite?" Later, Stu curled into a little ball on the rug under the dining room table as Susan and Dave began cleaning up the dishes. Susan watched as Dave rinsed the dishes and arranged them in the dishwasher. He was so tall and strong. Her body was still electrified from his kiss and she wanted so much more but didn't know how to ask for it. He sensed her but didn't let on. Her indecision and desire were thick in the air like the fragrance of gardenias at a wedding. Still he made himself wait. He took the last of the dishes from her and suggested she turn on some music. The seductive sound of jazz filled the air and when he walked out of the kitchen he found her standing in the middle of the floor gently swaying to the music, her arms wrapped around her body. He found himself jealous of the embrace. "Would you like to dance." He asked from just behind her. She jumped and turned "I don't know how." She said dejected. "Of course you do, you were just doing it." Without allowing her further argument he slid his arm around her waist and pulled her close, lifting her to her tiptoes. At first her body was tense, but as their bodies swayed together, his thigh pressing between her legs with every step, she began to relax. As her hand moved up his chest and around his neck he whispered "There you go, baby." He could hear her uneven breathing and feel her body tremble. His cock ached with needing her. His hand moved down her back to the rise of her ass and pressed her tighter against his throbbing crotch. She moaned against his neck and he was undone. His kiss was urgent this time and he squeezed her closer to him, not able to get close enough. His tongue caressed her lips and she sighed into his mouth. He ate at her lips until she whimpered with need. He moved on, tasting her exposed neck, nibbling at the pulse point. She dug her nails into his back and her hips moved against his swollen cock. Her movements were hesitant yet her natural sensuality came through loud and clear. His lips touched her ear and he whispered, "Stay with me, baby. Stay." It seemed an eternity before he heard her whisper, "I've never..." His breath stalled and he gazed into her liquid eyes. The truth of her words was there for him to read. His heart gentled as he recognized the treasure he held in his arms. "I don't understand how that's possible, you're so beautiful and sexy." She shook her head and again blushed. "Yes you are, and I'm very glad no one else has realized that." His lips explored her face and neck. He could feel her body responding, but he could also sense her hesitancy. "Do you trust me, Susan?" He held his breath as she searched his eyes and then slowly smiled. "Yes, Sir. I do." His heart stopped and the primal beast inside him considered laying her down right there and taking what she offered. Instead he clamped a fist of control on his hunger and again became the trainer. He slowly released her and took a half step back, then reached out and lifted her chin with his knuckles. When her eyes met his, he held her gaze for a moment in silence then said, "I want you to go into the bedroom and wait on the bed until I get there." She glanced away nervously, but again he caught her gaze, "Do you understand, baby?" He smiled at her and his thumb slid across her pink lips. "Yes, Sir." His hand fell away, "Good girl. I'll be in shortly."

The Trainer...part 2

Treasured — Sun, 27 Apr 2008 17:01:39 GMT

The horse was wound tight like a spring. Dave checked the cinch again and then placed a foot in the stirrup. All the while his hand smoothed the horse's mane and his voice remained a gentle whisper. When he pulled his 6'4" up onto the stirrup and settle into the saddle, there was a moment of pause, but only a moment. Then the horse exploded into the air, bucking and twisting it's body. Though, try as it may to rid it's back of the rider, Dave held easily. Adjusting to every twist and turn, every jolt and launch until finally the horses energy began to wane and it's ears perked to the man's gentle words. Slowly the horse calmed and walked out of it's terror, following the lead of the reins. It was only then that Dave noticed the shy pair standing outside the fence. Four wide eyes declared there appreciation of what they had just witnessed. "That was beautiful, Sir. The way you talked that poor animal thru it's fear." He dismounted and released the horse but as he neared the pair he noted they both took a step back. "Thank you, he's a good horse. The training is coming along fine." He walked toward the patio knowing his shy guests would follow. After putting a bowl of water down for Stu, he poured Susan a glass of Sangria. "This is delicious, what is it." She asked. He shared the easy recipe and she was amazed. "I usually don't like wine or liquor. I just don't like the taste. But this is wonderful." She finished the first glass and he refilled it. The heat of the day and the cool drink would soon work on her inhibitions, and help her to relax. Or at least that was the plan. He experienced a brief moment of guilt but he simply couldn't bear to wait weeks to coax her trust. She had to be his, and soon. Throughout the afternoon, Dave casually worked to gain Stu's trust. The first step was to slowly move the water dish closer to his chair when the little dog wasn't looking. Before long, Stu was walking right up to Dave's chair to quench his thirst. Then Dave dangled his hand near the water, holding a treat in his fist. Stu immediately caught the scent of the tasty morsel and danced about, his hunger and fear at war within him. When Dave loosened his fingers, Stu snatched the treat and ran off to enjoy it. Susan hadn't noticed this as she was intent on their conversation. He had learned about her family, job and the fact that she had never had many friends. Preferring to be at home with a good book, but always available if her family needed her. "And what about your love life, Susan." The expected blush slowly blossomed across her creamy skin and he found himself wondering if her entire body blushed like that. When she avoided his gaze and remained silent, he prodded. "Too many to number?" She giggled and the blush deepened. He was captivated by her and ravenous to possess her. At that moment, Stu put his paws on Dave's leg and barked one clear demand. They laughed at the funny little dog and Susan watched as her shy friend boldly took a treat from the man's hand. "How did you manage that?" She asked in amazement. Dave smiled at her and caught her gaze. "When you want to earn someone's trust, you have to go slow and convince them that it was all their idea." She shifted in her chair and the breeze brought her heated scent to him. "I wonder what ideas are circling that lovely brain of yours, Susan. Perhaps you, too, would like a treat?" Her head lowered and she pulled her hands into her lap. A full retreat. He chastised himself for rushing her. Chuckling softly, he asked, "My dear, how do you like your steak?"

The Trainer...part I

Treasured — Sun, 27 Apr 2008 16:39:30 GMT

He slowed for traffic and noticed her kneeling in the grass, hair falling softly forward around her face. That same gentle grace and beauty that had haunted him since he first met her. At the moment she was intent on coaxing a timid little mixed breed to come closer. When the traffic cleared he pulled over and walked toward the fence. The little dog spotted him first and moved slowly toward the woman for protection. She glanced up, her blue eyes wide reminding him of a deer caught in the headlights. However, when she recognized him a shy smile and soft blush spread across her face. "Hello Mr. Johnson, how are you today." She stood but didn't come closer, the little dog hid behind her legs and peeked out at him. "Good morning Susan, looks like your adopting a friend." She glanced down at the little mutt and smiled. "Yes, I'm trying to talk him into coming home with me. I can't stand the thought of him spending another night in a cage. I wish I could take them all home with me." He chuckle, the irony of her words touched his cock. "I can't imagine you having to work too hard at getting even the shyest of creatures to come home with you." She met his eyes and the blush spread down her neck and across her chest. He held her gaze a moment, his soul thrilling at her subtle submission. Her eyes revealed her inner thoughts and he knew at that moment that she belonged to him. "Isn't that so, Susan?" His words were measured and direct. "Yes, Sir. I mean no, Sir." She looked down at the ground timidly and his cock swelled. How he wanted to hear her call him Sir as his body covered hers, his hand mapping her skin. But as a trainer he knew better than to approach a timid filly or shy mixed breed too quickly. Move to fast and you risked losing their trust forever. "Well it appears your little friend has adopted you, what are you planning on naming him?" He could feel her tension ease as he generously changed the subject. She smiled up at him, "They told me his name is Stu. I like it, don't you?" The little dog's ears perked at the sound of his name. "Yes I do, it fits him to a T." He knelt down and caught the dogs attention, "Hello, Stu. It’s your job to take care of this special lady now. You up to it?" The little tail thumped twice against the grass in hesitant reply. Yes, he had to remember to go slow with this pair because he was determined to win them over. But above all he was a very patient man. He suggested she bring Stu by the ranch for some training and they agreed to begin that weekend. It would be a very long week as he waited to get her in his domain.

Lust in the air...

Treasured — Sun, 27 Apr 2008 14:28:26 GMT

As the plane surges down the runway and breaks free from the ground, I experience the same heated surge thru my body that takeoffs have always given me. There is a warm tingle in my stomach that slides down between my legs, warming me there. The vibrations of the engine seem to center in my pussy and soon my nails press into the fabric of my skirt as a gentle orgasm overtakes me. As soon as the seat belt sign goes off, I excuse myself and the tall cowboy in the next seat stands to let me by. His masculine scent and the way he watches me haunts as I do my business. A fantasy forms..... When I'm done I open the door of the lavatory and find the cowboy standing there. I look up and see the heat in his eyes and step back. He crowds into the tiny space and pulls the door closed. Lifting me up onto the counter he raises my chin and searches my face, looking for hesitation. But though I’ve never done anything so bold before, I find myself trusting him. His fingers slide into my hair and fist there to tug my head back. When his lips cover mine, my body is electrified. Fingers gripping the edge of the counter to still their trembling, I open myself to whatever he desires. When his tongue sweeps across my lips my sigh allows him to claim my mouth. Soon I am breathless, but when he begins to remove my jacket and then my blouse I begin to pant. Each patch of skin he reveals his tongue and teeth sample until I’m biting my lips hard to remain silent. When the bra slips down my arms he lifts me and quietly commands me to lift my skirt. I nearly cry out as he takes a tight nipple into his mouth and sucks greedily. As he lowers me, the counters touch on my bare thighs is cool in contrast to my heated skin. Again his tongue thrusts into my mouth as his fingers wrap around the crotch of my panties and tear them easily. Before I can form a protest my body is invaded by a large finger and my clit is under his thumb. He works me into a frenzy easily and I whimper and groan into his mouth. Another finger is added and he continues to thrust, as the pressure inside my hot box builds. He presses hard on my clit and I explode, a heat, like lava slowly washes over me and my cream covers his fingers. When my eyes roll back to the front I see him suckling his fingers, his eyes dark with barely contained lust. As I watch he slowly lowers his zipper and a cock, the length and width of which I’ve only seen in naughty movies, lunges out into the light of day. I am mesmerized, and when he pulls my hips closer to the edge of the counter, he lifts my chin slowly with one knuckle. My gaze is captured by his, held prisoner by his primal power, my submission is complete. He tears the tiny package with his teeth and slips the condom on easily. The bulbous head of his huge cock presses against my creamy opening and I gasp. He places a finger on my lips in a silent command to remain silent, an his hips move forward. My body rebels, like a round hole refusing a square peg, but he persists. His fingers claim a nipple, roll it and tug at it, sending electric shock waves deep into my core and his cock eases in an inch. My body accepts him but the fullness is intense. Then his fingers slip between our bodies, sliding down the sides of my clit and catching it between. As he tugs and strokes my throbbing clit I feel the heat of ecstasy again building, and he presses in another inch. When he pulls back I whimper at the excruciating pleasure of the reverse stroke and he suddenly plunges several inches within me. My body is stretched and yields. He lifts me, his hands under my ass, and begins to thrust deep inside me. His cock touches me deep, as if it will go thru me. And a violent storm stirs inside my womb, sensations I’ve never before experienced and I cease to breathe. I lean my head back and give into the overwhelming power and he bites into an exposed nipple sending me soaring over the edge, splintering into a million shards of energy followed by smaller explosions of heat. He continues to bury himself in me, pressing through my convulsions, catching me as I begin to fall and sending me high again, until he too explodes within the condom. But no thin veil can mask the power of his repeated jets of cream. The heat scorches never before touched regions of my body....A knock at the door returns me to reality and I slowly lower my high heeled feet from the door where they were propped as I fingered myself to orgasm. I slide my skirt back down and open the door. Standing there is the cowboy. I look up and see the heat in his eyes. © 2008 Treasured

Lost time

Treasured — Tue, 15 Apr 2008 06:44:37 GMT

Many toil at employment daily That does not satisfy. Yet time spent for the dollar Is the biggest piece of the pie. While the truly fulfilling ventures Are the ones for which we find Little time left on the clock As it's hands our lives unwind. We grieve for the moments lost Once gone can't be recovered. For the work is never done But our hours of joy are numbered. But do not feel you've lost out When the day flies by again. For joy isn't measured in minutes But in the memories within. So memorize the joyful times For the days when there are none. For they will carry you over Until new ones can be spun. © 2008 Treasured

Reflecting the Master...

Treasured — Thu, 10 Apr 2008 03:03:31 GMT

Mirrors have always been the enemy. For as the reflection I saw was me The me I no me to be Was not there for me to see. But now mirrors are not the enemy For the reflection of me is more He. The me He wants me to be Is now there for me to see. © 2008 Treasured

When the Master is away...

Treasured — Wed, 09 Apr 2008 02:25:17 GMT

When the sound of the Master's voice is silent His treasure begins to fear what may be. He has a busy schedule, many irons in the fire Or perhaps a replacement for me. But then I shake my head in self distain And remember the peace of his oath to me. He once told his fretting and worried one I'm not like the others, I never leave. My place is not to concern myself With what the Master does or does not. My charge is to obey his commands And respect him in deed and thought. For someday there may be others When he has time to devote to all. But my place in my Masters heart Is mine alone till the stars fall. So I busy my mind and fill the aloneness With the charges he has given and then My mind is consumed with serving the Master For though he is absent I am always with him. © 2008 Treasured

Hunger in the Wind

Treasured — Tue, 08 Apr 2008 06:30:55 GMT

The hunger stirs her, she wakes. Her body aches with her need. She roars, the echoes scattered By the wind. The hunger stirs him, he wakes. He raises his head and sniffs. He senses her heat in the rush Of the wind. Rolling in search of release. The ground fails to quench her need. She rises, streaching, tail high To the wind. He rises, drawn by her scent. Primal code demands he go. Large paws plod with purpose Into the wind. Unable to rest she prowls. Ancient need surges thru her. Then nostrils catch relief In the wind. The scent, so strong, his madness. Til he rounds the bend to find her. She cries out in welcome Forgetting the wind. He approaches cautiously. She preens then swats, what a tease. Pounce, growl, bite then mixed scent. In the wind. She submits, craving his cure. Then spurns him in ecstasy. Only to repeat the game For the wind. © 2008 Treasured

Successions...

Treasured — Mon, 07 Apr 2008 01:10:40 GMT

A procession of successes...successions My Master and I are on a journey. We haven't traveled far as yet. But years we have many and more. He conjures his plans for my mold. While we learn each other complete. Trust and confidence our first goal. Ever I wait and learn of patience. Submitting daily, often and again. My heart yielding to his commands. The happiness of him spills over. My friends now expect bubbling joy. So his glory is heard in my giggle. When striving for others I honor him. Always giving the best I can and more. My courage born of strength he gives. My life is a march of challenges. Each day numbers another quota reached. Successions my offering laid at his feet. © 2008 Treasured Thinking of you, Sir...your little one