A devious start

You start to unlatch my bra and I say no and slap your hands away. You push me up against the wall really hard, I almost can't breathe and you tell me you will have your way with me. I smile. That's perfect. While holding my arms with one hand you play with my breasts through my sweater, your other hand starts to explore south and I'm squirming with delight. But you still have on your white shirt and underwear. Soon you stop. Just stop and walk away. I feel alittle strange about that. You sit on the bed and finish undressing yourself. Then you order me to come over to you. I think what now?

A Good Hunt

The beginning…………….


Quite by chance they were seated facing each other. He was headed west for a few days of hunting. She was ‘hunting’ as well. She had long brownish blonde hair and electric blue eyes. His rugged good looks were breathtaking. Stolen looks turned into long hard stares. She noticed the hardness in his jeans growing. She teased him by taking off her jacket to reveal a tight pink sweater. He stared at what was going on under her sweater and smiled.

Suddenly she broke off the stare. “What’s wrong hot shot?” he asked, “Can’t take it?”
“I can take all of you”, she replied with a beautiful smile. He rubbed his jeans, she sat in revealing comfort, just a hint of her showed. He could not take his eyes off of her, any part of her. She motioned for him to come sit beside her. He stood up towering over her for a second so his zipper would be in her face; she ran her hands over him and squeezed just enough. By the time he sat beside her she had run her hands where he wanted. She placed a finger on his lips. He obliged with his tongue. That was not the last time he would hear her moan.

She turned a bit more to face him, swept her flowing hair back. “What are you hunting?” she asked. He couldn’t resist her any longer. “These.” He said as he stared at her sweater and quite to his delight, her body responded. “Come with me?” he asked. She asked him to pinch tighter before she nodded her head yes. The train slowed, they both stood to gather their composure. Suddenly the train jerked to a stop. Thrown together, he held her from behind running his hands down her sides to her arse and back up to her breasts. She melted into him in a way he could not believe.

His mansion was close to the station, so they walked. The closer they got the faster the walk. He could not take his eyes off her flowing hair and beautiful eyes. She could not keep her hand off his arse. Anticipation was building.

With his hand on the base of her neck he whisked her into his paradise. On every wall hangs a trophy bird or fish or four-legged creature. Plush furniture and carpets fill every room. Sunlight turns to prisms through the etched glass windows. His home stirs her soul. Is this a dream?

While he starts a fire she heats up on her own. Slowly she removes her clothes; he does a double take as he looks up from the hearth. So, he just leans back on his elbows and enjoys the show. Twisting and grinding she twirls her ass down to his face. She plays; he plays. Running his fingers down her back, he smacks her arse hard enough to leave a handprint. The stroke of his hand more than once gets them to boiling. Looking over at the small solid game table, looking back at her arse, he smiles. “Perfect fit,” he thinks. Standing up he takes the beauty from behind and whispers his desire to have her. He leads her over to the table. She’s just a bit defiant. Deliberately he bends her over the table, stretches out her arms, and instructs her not to move. “Watch me,” he demands. She doesn’t twitch as she watches him undress then remove four white silk ties from a drawer. He secures her outstretched arms to the top of the table legs. Her legs spread are tied to the bottoms. Pressing his chest to her back he feels her body respond to his sensations. The slow love dance starts with kisses to the back of her neck. Kisses slowly proceed south. With strength and skill the warrior begins to dominate her body, her thoughts. Each move intensifies her desire to surrender more to him. THEN…total surrender. The gates of her temple thrown open, he is welcomed in. Part of him disappears, she appears in his heart.

Delicate treatment of his spoils and tender intimacy continue well into late evening.


.....to be continued

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