How I Pleased Her

It was a casual (or was it?) remark from her
Delivered to me with a smile
As she unwrapped my latest gift bauble
That started the wheels turning in my head.
“Do you know what I’d really like, dear?
The perfect present you could give me?
I would like, just once,
To have you set aside an entire night
Solely for my pleasure.”

So I meticulously planned and gathered;
Focused upon fashioning for her
A most memorable evening.

I purchased velvet lined wrist and ankle cuffs,
Silken ropes for them,
Liquid mint soap and cinnamon clove massage oil,
Kama Sutra Love Oil
An ebon blindfold
Soft chamois cloths,
And a fine-haired hand brush.
Then I waited for the perfect time.

One seemingly random day,
Which was not really random at all,
For I had been plotting her biorhythms
And awaiting her most propitious moment,
I rang her in the early afternoon.
“Remember that wish you had for me, hun?
The one about wanting one night
Devoted to only your pleasure?
Well, it’s going to be tonight.”
Then I hung up without another word,
Allowing her curiosity -
And her anticipation - to build.

I called a florist for a dozen red roses
And a chocolatier for Belgium’s finest,
And had them sent ahead.
Then I stopped by the store on the way home
Purchasing strawberries
Fresh whipped crème
Chocolate syrup
Clover honey
And a jar of green mint maraschino cherries.

Upon arriving home,
I was pleased to see her waiting in thin lingerie.
With an inviting smile glowing in her eyes.
However, even though her eagerness pleased me,
Lingerie was not part of my plan that night.

I bade her remove the gossamer garments,
Asked her not to speak,
And ushered her into our bathroom
Carrying my bag of pleasures with me.

I ran us a warm shower, disrobed,
And joined her beneath the streaming waters.
Reaching out into the sack,
I removed the mint soap and the chamois cloths.
I handed her one,
And we slowly and languorously
Bathed every inch of each other in tingling mint.
Then we stepped out and toweled each other dry.

I took her hand once again
Leading her to our spacious bed.
As she stood nude beside it,
I gently stroked her whole body
With the fine-haired brush,
Eliciting shivers and sighs.
I then bade her lay face down
And retrieved the cinnamon clove oil.
I applied it first to her arms
Massaging from shoulder to wrist
Then to her legs
Smoothing and soothing her muscles
From thigh to ankle.
Then spread it over her neck, back and haunches.
I worked downwards from the atlas
Where her neck seated her skull
And addressed each vertebra individually
Kneading on either side
Then extended to her shoulders and shoulder blades
And the bundles above her collarbones
Before returning to her center,
And working the rest of her vertebrae down.
Finally, I rubbed deeply
Into the firm bundles of her buttocks.
She could not contain her moans.

Having relaxed and soothed away her tensions,
I reversed the brush, and gently,
As she softly whimpered,
Paddled her bottom with its back
Until it rosily glowed,
Then I bade her roll over.

Answering her questioning glances
With a reassuring smile,
I placed the soft cuffs
Around her wrists and ankles
And secured them to the bedposts with the silken cords.
Next, I dipped the fresh strawberries into a bowl of the crème
And hand-fed her until she had her fill.
Then I squeezed out looping chocolate lines,
Encircling her breasts and girdling her belly with them,
And gilded her earlobes, lips, nipples and navel with honey.
Then I slipped the blindfold on
To focus her attention on her sensations.

I began with a tender sweet honeyed kiss
Then nibbled her earlobes, first one, then the other
Trailing my lips on her throat between them.
Next, I grasped the sensitive hairlets
Wisping the nape of her neck
And gently tugged them with my teeth,
Then proceeded to necklace her with kisses
Pausing to nuzzle the hollow of her throat.

After spending some time there
I descended downward
To her heaving chocolate-ringed breasts.
I followed the spiraling lines with my lapping tongue
Until I reached her honeyed aureoles,
Then, one sugared peak at a time,
I began slowly winding inwards and
Around with my tongue-tip
Delaying my arrival at her nipples
Until they were stiff and erect
And begging for attention.
Then I suckled each one – hard –
Before grasping the base of each shaft with my teeth
And pulling back to rake its length.
She rewarded me with delicate twin gasps
And a brief purring sound from deep in her throat.

Following the swirled candy lines further down
As I traced fingertip goose bumps down her sides
And pausing to provoke a delicious shudder
With a sudden tongue-thrust into her sweet sticky navel,
I teased her trembling belly for a time
Before finally settling into the delectable creases
Delineating the borders where her thighs and belly meet.
I ran up and down them with the tip of my tongue
Then tantalized them with it as I suckled there
As I alternated between them
Brushing the crown of her lush bush on the way.
As I lightly caressed her quivering inner thighs
With ascending fingertips
I detected deep vibrant groans
Resonating from within her abdomen.

I combined some Kama Sutra Oil
With mint juice from the cherry jar
And poured the mixture over and inside her
So that she would experience the complex sensation
Of a tingling icy warm glow.
I then began drawing tongue circles around her love mound
Each one straying a little further inward
Until I was ringing round her labial lips
Up one, then down the other.
She began softly panting in response,
And her legs began sequentially shifting
To the limits of her cushioned restraints
As if she were pedaling a bicycle.
Then I began lapping slowly upwards
From the base of her quaking yoni to its crest
In long, steady ice-cream-cone strokes.
She began mewling like a hungry cat
And her warm portal became a welling artesian spring.

Finally, I addressed her engorged rosy pearl
Alternating my technique….
Nibble, suckle, tease and tug…nibble, suckle, tease and tug…
In rhythm with the heartbeat I could feel
Pulsing through her treasure,
And slid two fingers up in and forward
Until I found her stiff inner ridges
Then pressed and massaged them
Moving my whole hand
So as to delight her rippling sugar walls
In tune with my ministrations
And, wetting the fingers of my other hand within her,
I reached it around behind
And first circled, then penetrated, her rubbery rose.
Anchoring my thumb within the base of her ripe gully,
I rubbed my two sets of fingers together
Through her double walls
And tugged gently, rhythmically
Downward on the sensitive flesh
Separating her two nether entrances.

She began to writhe and scream
Unable to bear the rapturous flood
But she could not squirm away
For the silken strands securely bound her
And my elbows pinned open her thighs.
I punished her with unrelenting pleasure,
My pace increasing in tune with her felt heartbeat
In a rising cycle of passion
Until, with frenzied bucking and ear-splitting shrieks,
She erupted in seismic gushing spasms of ecstasy.
Showing her no mercy
I continued my erotic anointing
Throughout the duration of her climax and beyond
And through the next, and the next, for hours unceasing
Until her soaked and sated body lay limp and drained beneath me
And her wailing had subsided to low, throat-caught sobs.

I moistened a terrycloth towel with cool water
And caringly cleansed her as she shivered
Under it’s chilling deliciousness.
Then, as I kissed her again
I lifted the blindfold from her face
Gazing deeply and lovingly into stunned and shaken eyes
Before I replaced it for the night.
Removing her bonds, I rolled her to her side
Then spooned in behind her, and, nuzzling her nape,
Caressing her face, and whispering endearments in her ear
I entered her from behind
And slowly, gently, comfortingly
I stroked my dear darling to sleep.


A Darker Desire: How I Pleased Her – The Sequel

She was delighted with her night of passion
And we repeated it now and again
But after a while, she came to me
With her lovely questioning eyes.
“I’ve been thinking,” she said,
“Could we possibly push it even further
And see what degree of intensity we can achieve?”
I pondered this question for a minute,
Then answered, “It’s possible,
If we act and plan together.
Let me ponder upon it.”

A few days later, I came to her, and said,
“I have a plan…but it requires that you
Do some things ahead of time
That will involve some pain
And be prepared to wait.
Are you okay with that?”
She eagerly nodded her assent.

So I sent her to a discreet
And highly recommended piercer
And she had her nips and nether nubbin done.
While her perforations healed,
I had a device made:
Three thin chains with clip loops for ends
Connected to a cushioned handle.
I also purchased candles, champagne,
A penile erection ring
And a silken stranded cat o’ nines.
Once she was fully healed
We agreed upon an evening.

Once again, we silently showered together in tingling mint
And dried each other well and thoroughly,
And once again, I caressed her body with the fine-haired brush,
Then oiled her back with cinnamon and clove
And massaged her from nape to thighs.
She turned and tossed me a querying glance,
As we so far had followed the same routine.
I still believe that she was expecting the spanking next.
But instead, I removed the silken cat o’ nines from my bag
And flayed her entire body till her skin was aglow.

Now that she was thoroughly sensitized,
I bade her lie on her back on our bed
And once again secured her wrists and ankles
To the bedposts with the velvet cuffs.
I received another interrogating gaze
Before I once again slipped on her blindfold,
And I knew that she was wondering if
After my brief deviation
We were returning to our chocolate and honey routine.
But this time, as she would soon discover,
Things would be far different.

I opened the bottle of room temperature champagne,
Lit the candle
And brought in a bowl of ice cubes from the freezer.
Then I poured the lukewarm bubbly
Over her belly, thighs and breasts.
She drew in her breath suddenly
From the unexpected shock of the carbonation tingle.
But that was just another sensitizing prelude.

I retrieved the chain and attached it to her:
One loop clipped into each nipple
And the third into her rosy treasure
Provoking rich low moans
And bit its cushioned handle between my teeth.

Now, holding the lit candle in one hand
And a melting ice cube in the other
I began to drip ice water and candle wax
Upon her recumbent writhing form
And to now and again jerk my head back
Twitching her chained nipples and pearl.
She flinched and tensed, whined and shuddered,
And emitted little whimpering cries
Not knowing where the next drop would fall
Nor whether it would be icy or sizzling
Nor when my next tug would come.
I continued this sensual torture
Until the ice was gone and the candle burned down.

Then I unfastened her wrists and ankles from the bedposts
Turned her over, positioned her sideways on the bed,
And bound her wrists to her ankles with the ropes
Pulling her into a folded crouch
With the chain, which I adjusted for length,
Feeding between her thighs,
Her face buried in the blanket
And her luscious firm buns in the air.
She was nervous about this arrangement
And expressed some trepidation
And being thus bound
In such an exposed and vulnerable position
But when I asked whether she was willing to continue
She hesitantly assented.

I removed my nether undergarments
In which I had made it a point to exercise and sweat
And pulled them over a small pillow
Which I placed beneath her face
So that she was surrounded by my musky scent.
I once again poured the love oil mint juice mixture into her
Letting it creep down the crack between her buttocks.
Then, after slipping the erection ring over my engorged member
To preserve my tumescence,
I grasped the cushioned handle once again between my teeth,
Took up the cat o’ nines in one hand and the brush in the other,
And slid myself inside her.

I began ramming into her rhythmically,
Paddling her bottom and flaying her back and shoulders
In synchrony with my thrusts
Which I in turn matched to the heartbeat
I could feel pulsing through her walls
And now and again rearing back
To jerk upon the chain.
As her arousal increased
And her felt heartbeat quickened
So did the pace of my pounding
And the vigor of my spanking and lashing
Until she howled and convulsed;
Gripped in a massive explosion of sensation
Driven beyond all bounds
Of distinction between pain and pleasure.
When her climax commenced,
I purposely slowed my pace
So that she could fully experience
Our slow delicious sliding between
Within every square centimeter of her.
Then, as she panted for lost breath,
I withdrew and redirected myself
Into her tight yet slippery oval rose
And began plumbing and flogging and paddling her yet again
As she squalled and groaned, over and over.

When at last my hips could no longer continue
And she knelt spent and fatigued beneath me,
I once again withdrew, washed myself,
And removed my ring.
Then I strode to the other side of the bed,
Pulled her limp head up from the pillow by her hair
Shoved myself in her mouth
And, holding her in place,
I commanded her to finish me.
She licked my under length as if I were an ice cream bar
Then suckled and nursed me as if she were a starving kitten.
When my pineapple-sweetened flood arrived
She permitted not a sugary drop to escape.

I unbound her limbs, removed her chains,
And moistened a cool towel
With which I bathed and soothed her,
Carefully peeling the remaining candle wax from her skin.
Then I lifted the blindfold for one long smoldering gaze
Into her shocked and shattered eyes
Before replacing it for the night, and kissing her tenderly.

And lastly, I lay upon my back upon our bed
And, whispering to her my enduring adoration,
I pulled her on top of me,
Cradling her within my arms and rising into her
Where I quietly lingered for some time
As, thus conjoined, we both slept.


Levels Above

She had been feeling restless lately,
And felt increasingly edgy and unsettled, with the passing of days.
Since her separation and divorce,
She had been keeping herself occupied
With the rearrangement and division of affairs.
But now everything was concluded and disposed,
Only awaiting the final dissolving gavel,
And she found herself at a loss as to what to do with herself;
Plagued as she was with tense and tedious time on her hands.
A name rose to mind for the absence that afflicted her:
Intimacy.

She began remembering fondly
The early times in her marriage
When her husband would bring her candy and flowers
And write her love notes
And whisper sweet endearments
And cuddle her, and spoon with her at night.
It wasn’t the sex that she missed;
That had never done that much for her
Beyond a vague warm pleasantness.
Truth be told, he had been her one and only
So she thought that was how it was supposed to be.
But she had faithfully done her wifely duty,
And had even felt comforted by it.

As for her husband,
Even though their closeness had bled gradually away
As he focused more and more attention upon his work,
He had seemed to be satisfied –
Right up until the moment when the papers arrived
And she had immediately driven to his office,
Only to observe him from two lights down
Leaving the building for lunch
With a serene sheen of a smile shining from his beatified face;
His shapely young secretary clung closely to his arm.
The settlement was surprisingly easy.
Their union had been childless
And he seemed eager to agree to terms
So he could sever all ties and get on with his new life.
She was well taken care of - just no longer cared for.

She moved to the full-length mirror
And took stock of herself.
She was a striking and statuesque woman in her late thirties.
With fine high breasts and firm rounded hips
Separated by a narrow waist
And with a tight rippled abdomen
Toned by years of weekly belly dancing.
She had muscled tennis calves and thighs
And svelte lithe swimmers’ arms graced her strong soft shoulders.
The whole had oft been described as gorgeous
As well as by cruder yet no less flattering terms
Such as a coca-cola bottle figure
And built like a…she smiled
And turned her attention to her face.

It remained the same face that had beguiled
Many men when she was in her teens,
Only ripened into sultry sensuality by her age.
Even though her vibrant lips were full and inviting
Gazes were inevitable drawn to her emerald eyes.
They radiated a glittering intensity,
And, as some rings are known to alter their appearance
In synchrony with their wearers’ emotions
They twinkled, sparkled or smoldered, according to her changing moods.
And were elegantly framed by rich flowing auburn locks.

It was at that precise appraising moment
That she decided to venture forth
Into a long-forsaken and forboding romantic world
And seek out intimacy again.

Once her decision was made,
She pursued her purpose with a laserlike focus.
First, she bathed in jasmine
And washed her hair in patchouli.
Then dried and, while combing and coiffing,
She selected matching red lipstick and nail polish.
After painting and waving her fingernails,
Her lingerie, such as it was, came next.
Not deigning to don a brassiere,
She chose lacy thin scarlet panties
Over which she slipped an ebon sheath of a strapless dress
That reached from just above her knees
To a plunging neckline that advantageously
Framed and displayed her stunning décolletage
Which she decorated with a single string of black pearls
Then pinned in a complementing set
Of black mabe pearl earrings.
Matching cherry red bag and high heels completed her ensemble.

Since she had no idea where to go,
She called up a single female friend
Who was known to run the roads a bit,
And asked her for the name of a fun nightspot.
She then snatched up her car keys from the dresser
And embarked upon her adventurous quest.

The crowd was cranking at the Breathing Room.
A jazz/blues fusion band was laying down sizzling grooves
And dervishes were whirling round the spotlit floor;
Close knit twisters spinning enclasped.
She ordered a Vodka Collins from the waitress,
And sat in a dark corner booth;
An ideal vantage point from which to case the joint,
And scope out the lay of the land.
She was anxious and excited,
And sucked her drink down quickly
As well as the next one, and the next, and more after that.
The sharp edges of the room began to round out for her
And the electricity of the beat and the dancers was contagious.
She arose, drink in hand, swaying only slightly,
Left her shoes and bag at her table,
And, surging towards the roiling tide like a drawn lemming,
Propelled herself onto the seething floor.
Since she was unused to consuming much alcohol,
She was more than tipsy, and totally uninhibited,
And began a lone pelvic grinding to the undulant rhythm,
Reveling in the feeling of her own body moving.
The sight of such a lovely woman moving so sensually
Stunned several dancers into static silence
As, open-mouthed, they gazed upon the wondrous sight
Of this gyrating gorgeous tantrika they beheld before them.
With such appetizing bait in the water,
The sharks soon began to circle.
One by one they glided in,
Only to be ignored by her.
Absorbed within the sensation and the moment,
She had completely forgotten her quest.
She began sweating with her exertions.
The music began to echo and ring hollow.
The room began to narrow and waver before her.
And then obliviousness descended.

She gradually awakened from her swoon.
She found herself lying on a sofa in some small tidy office.
A cool damp towel was moistening her face.
Her blurred swimming vision began to focus and clear,
And she began to see the man bending over her.
He was dressed in jeans and a t-shirt which sported the bar logo.
He was thin yet wiry, with fine muscle tone,
And he would have been tall had he been standing.
Sandy hair framed a tanned, slightly weather-beaten face
From which shone two big bright ice-blue eyes.
They were shaded under a prominent brow.
An aquiline nose resided beneath them, riding upon two full lips.
A square jaw supported them all.

She could not help feeling an immediate attraction to him.
She noticed that he had thoughtfully brought her bag and shoes
And set them on the floor beside the sofa.
He asked her in a smooth resonant baritone if she was all right.
After she answered that she thought so,
And added that, unused to going out on the town,
She must have had too much to drink too quickly.
He introduced himself as the owner of the establishment,
Then asked her if she felt well enough to rise
And she answered she’d like to try
But when she tried to stand, she wobbled on unsteady legs
And then stumbled and slumped clumsily into his arms.
He gently eased her back down on the sofa,
Then asked her if she had driven there, and she said yes.
He ventured that he didn’t think it was a wise idea
For her to risk the drive back
And offered to drive her himself;
An offer she gratefully accepted.
They spent several minutes easily chatting.
She felt safe and comfortable with him,
And occasionally hugged her shoulders with her hands
As she fondly remembered his strong arms around them
And began to wish that they would enfold her once more.
He was attracted to her, too.
She could tell by his eyes, and his voice,
And also by the way he lingered near to her.
She wondered if he also felt the yearning she felt towards him;
That sharp sweet hunger to hold her in his arms again.

He must have, because, as he walked her to his car,
Carrying her handbag in one sinewy arm,
He wrapped his other arm closely around her shoulders.
She felt his warmth flowing into her through her thin dress.
When they arrived at his Porsche convertible,
He opened the door and seated her inside,
Took the keys she offered him,
And parked her car around back where it would be safe.
He then returned, and, suggesting some fresh air revival,
He cranked his car, dropped his top, and they were on their way.
More cozy conversation ensued on the ride home.
She felt at ease laughing and bantering with him.
She loved the feeling of the cool night wind
As it whipped her hair across her neck and shoulders.
He kept glancing away from the road and over towards her
And a soft fondness seemed to glow in his eyes.
Her own eyes met his, and shone in return.

When they pulled up to her opulent home,
He seemed neither surprised nor intimidated by its impressive appearance.
He exited and opened her car door for her,
And, still carrying her things,
He accompanied her up the walk to her home.
Once they reached her front door,
As she turned to wish him good evening,
He leaned subtly forward as he handed over her purse,
So that, had she continued to follow the arc of her turning,
Their lips would have brushed and met.
She pulled up short, startled by the practiced smoothness of the move.
Not displaying the least bit of disappointment or dismay,
He stepped back, bid her good night,
And, gently smiling, turned to leave:
A skilled and considerate gentleman
Who would not be lacking for willing ladies.
It was exactly then that she decided that she wanted him.
She called out to him to please come inside for refreshments,
And something in the low, vibrant tone of her voice
Caused him to turn back around,
And when he saw the desire pouring from her eyes,
His polite smile melted from his face, and all distance left it:
An expression of passionate longing now haunted his features instead.
And the look upon his face was not one
Of mere carnal hunger for just any woman,
But a deep and intense yearning for her.
He once again approached her,
And she gifted him with a single searing passionate kiss,
Before turning away, her keys in her hand.

Wordlessly she opened her door and motioned him in.
Quietly she closed and locked it behind them.
She then turned and gazed into his smoldering eyes,
And felt them plumb and penetrate her to her very core.
At that precise moment, something within her suddenly snapped.
Growling like a wild beast,
She frantically attacked him with a focused ferocity of need.
So swift and abrupt was her savage assault
That, taken unexpected and unprepared, he staggered back a step,
Then braced himself and surged forward in return.
She heard a ripping sound
And felt her dress tear from her body,
Only to momentarily glance, before tossing them aside,
At its tattered shreds, hanging from her hands.
Their frenzied fingers fumbled against each other,
As, together, they roughly removed his clothes.
She could already feel her needy tunnel moistening
And her nipples beginning to stiffen;
Then she saw his member for the first time.
Although she had suspected that a tall man might also be long,
She was shocked that someone who was otherwise so slender
Could nevertheless be so prodigiously thick down there.
He was already half arisen, and growing and ascending by the moment.
Her husband had been nothing like that; not even close.
As she raptly gazed upon his colossally blossoming engorgement,
She began to feel some serious trepidation,
Uncertain as to whether she would be able to accommodate it.
And yet, she could not resist reaching for and fondling him,
As his hands roamed over her breasts and mound in return.
In moments he was a rock-hard tower, fully, rigidly extended.
He was scarlet, gigantic, throbbing,
And actually radiating heat into her stroking palms.
A low moan escaped her lips as she felt a finger slide inside her,
And she could feel her walls shudder and gush.
But, with a supreme act of will,
She pushed him away for a moment,
Took him by the hand, and led him into her bedroom.

As she bent over to fold back the covers,
She felt his hands seize her by her hips and then she gasped;
A massive shock ran through her as he abruptly took her from behind.
He fiercely surged his entire vast bulk into her, from tip to base, all at once.
It seemed to her as if his broad girth would dislocate her hips,
And the length of his manhood seemed to penetrate to her very spine.
She was completely, totally filled by him, impaled by him,
And pressed into expansion by his enormous size.
Momentarily, she felt worried and concerned;
Then, he began to move inside her, and all other thoughts ceased.
There was only that delicious forceful friction
Mauling and massaging her aching sensitive center.
She pulled a pillow to her face,
And cushioning herself on it, she acceptingly spread her legs wider,
And opened herself fully and unreservedly to his relentless depredations.

He almost immediately raced her past the plateau
To which her husband had been able to bring her,
And still her exquisite intensity burgeoned and bloomed
Beneath his punishing ministrations.
She felt tingling lines of keen sensation
Flowing down through her belly and upwards from her thighs.
They gathered and grew in leaps and bounds,
And an insistent craving mushroomed in her crowning bud,
Pulsing and thrumming there, pent and raging and demanding,
And aglow with an intolerably white-hot volcanic passion
Until its sheer flowering immensity could no longer be contained,
And she erupted in a joyous explosion so overwhelming and unfamiliar
That its peaking gargantuan flood fully washed her self-awareness away,
Leaving nothing remaining save a shaking mass of rippling blinding ecstasy.
She collapsed upon the bed in a quivering whimpering heap.
He withdrew, rudely hefted her onto her back on the bed,
And, taking a taut nipple in his hungry mouth,
And sliding his arms beneath hers to grasp her shoulders from behind,
He mounted and slammed inside her, using his hold as leverage
With which to mercilessly drive her down around him.
His vicious pounding reawakened her to breathless panting awareness,
And she found herself, without any will or volition of her own,
Wrapping her legs tightly and invitingly around his waist,
Arching her back, and moving her pelvis to meet his abandoned thrusts,
As her body stole from her mind all semblance of self-control.
She once again felt herself gripping and tightening as he delved inside her,
And felt that sweet sharp yearning tension once again brim and rise.
This time, the accumulating electric lines flowed jolting into her fiery core,
And cascaded and concentrated there,
From her entire body,
From the nape of her shivering neck,
From the soles of her clenching feet,
Up her trembling legs and down the length of her spine,
And once again her nether bud shrilled and sang.
As he gushed and seemed to grow even larger inside her,
She felt her face contort and her body buck and writhe,
And heard someone screaming in the distance,
As violent vibrant shuddering spasms, even more tremendous than before,
Quaked and crested and twisted and avalanched
In tsunamic spiraling convulsive waves from deep within her,
Launching her spinning, like an arrow released from a bowstring,
Completely out of her body and into a whirling boundless cosmic primal place
Beyond all constraint, imagination and experience.

When she at last returned to her senses,
She found him fallen back on the bed beside her,
Limp and drained and spent, arms akimbo, eyes closed, and chest heaving.
She was enraptured in a world of wonder
As she contemplated this man who, after all her years of unknowing,
Had so dramatically and consummately shown her
What climactic shattering passion was meant to be.
The drought that she had suffered unawares
Had been torrentially quenched
And yet she wanted more.

She bent her head down to him, took him in her mouth
And began to suckle his flaccid stalk tip as she lapped her tongue around it
Stroked his shaft, and caressed his testicles with her fingertips.
She felt him shake and heard him release a tremulous sigh
As once again, he began to engorge and expand.
Once he was again solid, she arose from his side, saddled herself astride him,
And guided her dense hardness inside her, totally enfolding him.
Then she began a slow mound-to-mound pudendal grind,
Gradually increasing in speed and vigor and urgency
As she brazenly possessed his motionless body
And used it as an instrument for her own pleasure.
She continued her belly dance ride upon his hips for a long, delicious time,
Delighting in the sight of him slipping into and out of her steaming well,
Reveling in the delectable sliding sensations his penetrations provoked within,
And grasping and squeezing the thrilling texture of his manhood as she moved.
This time she rode through her own, gentler orgasm,
Until she devastatingly wrung him dry once again,
And he released an animal cry and crumpled into near-unconsciousness.
Then she laid her body down upon him, skin to skin,
And, so conjoined, they sank into an exhausted, sated slumber.

The next morning, they arose and showered together,
Bathing each other’s bodies with gentleness and caring.
After they lasciviously toweled each other off,
He laid her down again,
And salaciously brought her to yet another smoldering orgasm
With his soft lips, teasing tongue and nimble fingers.
Then, they began to silently dress.
Not a word had passed between them since he had entered her home.
The silence between them seemed to her
To be an intimate, familiar, comforting thing;
Something that she wanted never to end,
For he had taken her heart and soul as he had possessed her body.
Yet she wondered what he was thinking of her,
And of the night they had spent so soon after meeting.
She paled at the thought that their single night’s romp
Might be both the beginning and the end of it.
Then, finally, he broke the silence, and asked her if it were at all possible
That they might continue to see each other, exclusively.
An amazed, astounded grin appeared upon her face,
As she answered him, Are you kidding me? Oh, God, Yessss….
Then she flung herself into his outstretched beckoning arms
And they shared a deep, pledging, committing kiss
Which did not signify an ending, but heralded a new beginning,
And sanctified and sealed, for the both of them,
That beginning’s joyous promise.


Birthday Candy

My little blond-haired beauty with the sultry golden eyes
With cherry lips and nipples and with dewy honeyed thighs
Informed me that to celebrate my coming birthday joy
That she would for one evening be my loving birthday toy.
So I called a nearby candy shop and had them send ahead
A selected goody basket filled with a confection spread
Specifically selected for a night of naughty bliss
That would ever live in memory for our fond reminisce.

I also bought a bottle of the finest cinnamon oil
And a fine camel’s hair paintbrush to my lady further spoil
Then headed home to where my dearest darling did await
For our oh-so-delectably delightful birthday date.
When I arrived I rang our doorbell only to then hear
Her on the other side inviting “Please come in, my dear.”
So I opened up the door and what a sight I did espy:
A vision that made my heart sing and brought tears to my eyes.

She stood there right before me wearing not a single thread,
Just sparsely decorated with some candies sent instead.
Her rosy nipples sported cherry gumdrops on their tips:
Red ribbons had been woven in the brush between her hips.
She had an ermine collar on with shining stones emplaced
And a beaded candy circlet round her small delicious waist.
A set of gumdrop earrings were pinned in her lovely ears
And in her navel nestled a single soft candy sphere.

She said that dinner was delayed but we could have dessert,
A prospect so enticing that my loins began to hurt,
Then bade me to begin my meal. So I at once disrobed
And sucked succulent gumdrops from her nipples and her lobes.
Then strode to where the basket sat and from its depths obtained
The thing for which I sought; one curved peppermint-striped cane.
I bit off half its arc and with my tongue I smoothed its end,
Then reached it twixt her moist warm walls; forward and up and in.

I found her spongy ridges there and stroked the sugary stem,
Anointing her with cool brisk mint and sweetening her gem.
She breathed a low-voiced halting sigh and then a vibrant moan
As menthol tinglings spread and grew around its thrumming home.
I asked her to self-pleasure with it – she was all too glad -
While I brought out the bottle and the paintbrush that I had.
I painted both her nipples and her gorging crowning bud
In toasty warmth to contrast with the briskness of her flood.

Her yummy gully sweetened by the candy that she plied;
I knew the supping subsequent would tastiness provide.
I grabbed an ebon blindfold held in place by silken threads
And slipped it over Baby’s eyes then led her to the bed.
Then spun her round and round until she was all drunk and dizzy
And open to sensation with her brain all in a tizzy
Then slid my head between her thighs and quaffed her sweet elixir.
It tasted like peach marmalade with minty fish for mixer.

Next I reached for the licorice whips and spanked her yummy bum
Until it glowed with pinkish stripes like two twinned sugarplums
Then I stuck in an orange wedge between her luscious hips
And very slowly nipped it out with teeth and tongue and lips.
I felt her walls start rippling and I knew that she was near
To entering her ecstasy – and so I persevered.
I licked and drank her juices, catching every drop that flowed
And rang around her rosy oval till it swelled and glowed.

Then it was time to concentrate upon her standing pearl
While taking back the candy cane for further g spot whirls.
She writhed and bucked and stiffened, then she wailed a whimpering cry,
Then purred just like a kitten before she stretched out and sighed.
But I was not quite finished with my randy birthday fun
I had one other thing to do before I was all done.
I led her to the bathroom and I placed her in the shower
Then tied her wrists onto the pipe and spread her glistening flower.

I set the flex hose showerhead to a warm gentle pulse
Then watered Baby’s nether garden until she convulsed.
I gradually ratcheted the strength and speed and heat
Until she fairly sizzled and was steaming up in sheets.
Then finally, as she achieved her groaning peaking crest,
I switched it back to icy cold to magnify her zest.
I then untied her from the pipe and toweled her limp form
Then carried her back to the bed and delved within her warmth.

It was my fondest birthday; one that I will ever cherish,
And one my darling treasures, too. Our love will never perish
As long as we make memories like those we made that night
When I plumbed her body’s passion till it quivered and took flight.