On a forum I am a member of there was recently a thread about 200 word stories. 200 words is a challenge, you can't do characterisation or any kind of plot development. However I had a go myself and I wrote the following text. It is exactly 200 words.
His hand slid up her stocking-clad leg, not stopping as it reached the hem of her short skirt. She wanted to put her hand on to his, but instead could only strain against the bars of the kitchen chair, where her wrists were bound with his silk tie.
His other hand ran through her hair, brushing her face, lifting her chin to look at him, but she couldn’t see him, the blindfold stopped that.
All she could do was feel him touch her; her breathing becoming heavier as her arousal grew. She felt the buttons of her blouse come apart exposing her lacy bra, the heaving cleavage moving with grace that betrayed her sexual desire.
The hand on her leg changed to the other one, beginning its journey once again, towards her increasing wetness between her legs. She held her head where he left it, her mouth slightly open, waiting for the touch to her most private place.
His breath was on her neck, between her breasts, her nipples becoming even harder, she could feel them against her bra, oh how she wanted them to be touched, and all she could do was wait to see what he did next.
Wednesday 3 November 2010
Saturday 22 May 2010
The Call in the Night
I haven't posted on this blog for some time, keep meaning to post something and other things get in the way.
This is a little story I wrote two years ago, which I recently found. I thought I would share it here.
The Call in the Night
“Ring”
She stirred
“Ring”
Turning over, she looked at the clock beside her bed. 1.15am.
“Ring”
Reaching out she found her mobile phone. Without looking at the display she answered it.
Before she could say anything
“Slut”
His voice instantly brought her out of her sleepy daze.
“Sir”
“Get dressed - short skirt, tight blouse, red bra, panties and suspenders, black stockings. Come here. You have 30 minutes.”
Damn. It was a 22 minute drive. Why does he always do that?
There was a pause.
“Yes Sir” she said and he hung up.
She sat there for a minute, contemplating what had just happened. Her sleep had been disturbed, she had work tomorrow, but she was now awake and very excited.
Scrambling out of bed, she quickly went to her dresser. Already naked, as it is his instruction to sleep that way, she quickly pulled on the small red panties he likes, covering her smooth pussy; silently thankful for taking the time to shave earlier as he wouldn’t like it otherwise. She wasn’t surprised to find it was already slightly damp. With no time to loose, she found the matching bra and encased her smooth firm 36c breasts. The bra barely covered the nipples, but provided a slight boost, giving her a fantastic cleavage that would look good under the tight blouse she had been ordered to wear. Pulling a new pair of stockings from the store in the next drawer, she quickly slid them up her smooth slim legs and easily clipped them to the red suspenders.
From the wardrobe, a dark blue blouse, with a slightly different blue short skirt were quickly put on. Checking herself in the mirror the skirt was just long enough to cover the stocking tops, but bending over they were exposed, just how he liked it; secretly she did as well – she liked to show off her legs for him. A quick touch of makeup finished off the look.
She pulled the matching jacket from the wardrobe, followed by a coat as it wasn’t warm out tonight. Shoes were next, black heels. However those will be a pain to drive in, so she slipped on her flat office shoes and carried the heels in her hand. Grabbing her car keys, she was out. Getting in to the car the clock said 1.25am – 20 minutes to go, she will have to hurry.
The drive was quick and easy, as it would be at that time of night. A few amber lights, but she made up the time easily with good use of a heavy right foot. Arriving at his apartment building, she found a parking space near the door. Opening the door of her car gave her room for a quick change of shoes, throwing the sensible shoes in to the passenger foot well. She quickly walked over to the building door entry system, the heels clicking on the tarmac in the quiet still night. Looking around, as she pressed the button for his apartment, there was no one about.
“Yes”. The male voice made her knees go a little weak.
“Slut” was all she said, and the door buzzed open.
Reaching his floor, the door to his home was slightly ajar. She pushed it open carefully and walked in, closing it behind her, the hallway was in darkness.
As she closed the door, there was a voice from the right.
“You’re late”.
She sighed a little to herself. She wasn’t quick enough.
“Kneel.”
As instructed, she knelt down and bowed her head slightly. A light came on from the right, illuminating the hallway in a soft glow. A footstep came up behind her and she felt the collar being placed around her neck, and fastened tightly at the back. She was his now, until he removed it.
“Up.”
She stood up obediently, and immediately felt his hand running up her stocking clad leg.
“Take off your coat and jacket. You know where to hang them”.
She knew very well, and quickly removed the coat and jacket, and waited. He hadn’t given her any further instructions. The hand was back, this time over her body, the second hand joined the first. Touching her, they reached her shoulders, and started to go down her arms, taking her hands, and they held hands for a moment.
Then all of a sudden they moved. Simultaneously both hands were raised above her head, and she was slammed back against the wall, unable to stop a gasp escaping from her lips. She felt him in front of her, one hand holding both of hers above her head.
“You were late, you will be punished later.” His mouth was close to her ear and he was barely whispering, she could feel the breath on her skin, and it was making her react, she could feel the wetness between her legs increasing, soaking her panties. “You were summoned for use”. She nodded in the semi-darkness as his free hand returned to her body, roaming all over her, squeezing her breasts through the bra and blouse, before sliding around her back and down to her bum.
Still pinned against the wall, she felt him pull the skirt up, and his hand caress the bare skin, finding the suspender belt. She knew what was coming – and he didn’t disappoint. SNAP. The elastic suspender strap was pulled and released against the bare skin. Hands were changed over, so that the other side could be given some attention, and as it reached her bum, the skirt was pulled back up again, and SNAP, the other suspender strap was released against her skin. She tried to move forwards, to feel him, but could not. His hand came round, still under her skirt, to the front of the panties. He put pressure on the front of them, against her warm wet slit and pushed her back against the wall, before continuing to caress her, a finger sliding inside the panties against her skin. She could feel her breathing increase, and could hear his as well as he touched her.
The hand continued to touch her, the other holding her wrists above her head tightly, although she didn’t want to put them down anyway. He was enjoying the feel of his young slut, her twenty something body writhing against his touch.
Increasing the grip on her wrists, he suddenly pulled them down and simultaneously spun her around, pushing her against the wall, face first. She gasped again as he became a little rougher with her. Her arms were now pinned against her back, pushing her against the wall, trapped. He lifted the skirt, put his hands between her legs and made her spread her legs more. She did so willingly, wanting to be touched…
This is a little story I wrote two years ago, which I recently found. I thought I would share it here.
The Call in the Night
“Ring”
She stirred
“Ring”
Turning over, she looked at the clock beside her bed. 1.15am.
“Ring”
Reaching out she found her mobile phone. Without looking at the display she answered it.
Before she could say anything
“Slut”
His voice instantly brought her out of her sleepy daze.
“Sir”
“Get dressed - short skirt, tight blouse, red bra, panties and suspenders, black stockings. Come here. You have 30 minutes.”
Damn. It was a 22 minute drive. Why does he always do that?
There was a pause.
“Yes Sir” she said and he hung up.
She sat there for a minute, contemplating what had just happened. Her sleep had been disturbed, she had work tomorrow, but she was now awake and very excited.
Scrambling out of bed, she quickly went to her dresser. Already naked, as it is his instruction to sleep that way, she quickly pulled on the small red panties he likes, covering her smooth pussy; silently thankful for taking the time to shave earlier as he wouldn’t like it otherwise. She wasn’t surprised to find it was already slightly damp. With no time to loose, she found the matching bra and encased her smooth firm 36c breasts. The bra barely covered the nipples, but provided a slight boost, giving her a fantastic cleavage that would look good under the tight blouse she had been ordered to wear. Pulling a new pair of stockings from the store in the next drawer, she quickly slid them up her smooth slim legs and easily clipped them to the red suspenders.
From the wardrobe, a dark blue blouse, with a slightly different blue short skirt were quickly put on. Checking herself in the mirror the skirt was just long enough to cover the stocking tops, but bending over they were exposed, just how he liked it; secretly she did as well – she liked to show off her legs for him. A quick touch of makeup finished off the look.
She pulled the matching jacket from the wardrobe, followed by a coat as it wasn’t warm out tonight. Shoes were next, black heels. However those will be a pain to drive in, so she slipped on her flat office shoes and carried the heels in her hand. Grabbing her car keys, she was out. Getting in to the car the clock said 1.25am – 20 minutes to go, she will have to hurry.
The drive was quick and easy, as it would be at that time of night. A few amber lights, but she made up the time easily with good use of a heavy right foot. Arriving at his apartment building, she found a parking space near the door. Opening the door of her car gave her room for a quick change of shoes, throwing the sensible shoes in to the passenger foot well. She quickly walked over to the building door entry system, the heels clicking on the tarmac in the quiet still night. Looking around, as she pressed the button for his apartment, there was no one about.
“Yes”. The male voice made her knees go a little weak.
“Slut” was all she said, and the door buzzed open.
Reaching his floor, the door to his home was slightly ajar. She pushed it open carefully and walked in, closing it behind her, the hallway was in darkness.
As she closed the door, there was a voice from the right.
“You’re late”.
She sighed a little to herself. She wasn’t quick enough.
“Kneel.”
As instructed, she knelt down and bowed her head slightly. A light came on from the right, illuminating the hallway in a soft glow. A footstep came up behind her and she felt the collar being placed around her neck, and fastened tightly at the back. She was his now, until he removed it.
“Up.”
She stood up obediently, and immediately felt his hand running up her stocking clad leg.
“Take off your coat and jacket. You know where to hang them”.
She knew very well, and quickly removed the coat and jacket, and waited. He hadn’t given her any further instructions. The hand was back, this time over her body, the second hand joined the first. Touching her, they reached her shoulders, and started to go down her arms, taking her hands, and they held hands for a moment.
Then all of a sudden they moved. Simultaneously both hands were raised above her head, and she was slammed back against the wall, unable to stop a gasp escaping from her lips. She felt him in front of her, one hand holding both of hers above her head.
“You were late, you will be punished later.” His mouth was close to her ear and he was barely whispering, she could feel the breath on her skin, and it was making her react, she could feel the wetness between her legs increasing, soaking her panties. “You were summoned for use”. She nodded in the semi-darkness as his free hand returned to her body, roaming all over her, squeezing her breasts through the bra and blouse, before sliding around her back and down to her bum.
Still pinned against the wall, she felt him pull the skirt up, and his hand caress the bare skin, finding the suspender belt. She knew what was coming – and he didn’t disappoint. SNAP. The elastic suspender strap was pulled and released against the bare skin. Hands were changed over, so that the other side could be given some attention, and as it reached her bum, the skirt was pulled back up again, and SNAP, the other suspender strap was released against her skin. She tried to move forwards, to feel him, but could not. His hand came round, still under her skirt, to the front of the panties. He put pressure on the front of them, against her warm wet slit and pushed her back against the wall, before continuing to caress her, a finger sliding inside the panties against her skin. She could feel her breathing increase, and could hear his as well as he touched her.
The hand continued to touch her, the other holding her wrists above her head tightly, although she didn’t want to put them down anyway. He was enjoying the feel of his young slut, her twenty something body writhing against his touch.
Increasing the grip on her wrists, he suddenly pulled them down and simultaneously spun her around, pushing her against the wall, face first. She gasped again as he became a little rougher with her. Her arms were now pinned against her back, pushing her against the wall, trapped. He lifted the skirt, put his hands between her legs and made her spread her legs more. She did so willingly, wanting to be touched…
Monday 15 September 2008
Sunday 31 August 2008
The Sub At The Party
This was written for a friend who is a professional musician, and is also a sub. She asked for a little scenario about being used during an interval while playing (her instrument) at a party.
I came up with this.
The Sub At The Party
The little sub is playing at a party and gets told there is a 15 minute break
She rushes upstairs to the bathroom
A guest has been watching her
And quietly follows
She goes in to the bathroom and does what she needs to
A quick touch up of her makeup and she opens the door
He is there
She stops
He puts his hand around her neck and pushes her back in
Closing the door behind him, he pushes the little sub against the wall
She doesn't make a sound as he runs his hands over her hot body
He gets hold of her writs and pushes them above her head
And ties the wrists there
With what, she doesn't know
She is moved around, to the door
And her hands are looped over the hook
She is held there
And starts to feel her up again
Lifting her red top
Finding the red bra
Pushing it up
Discovering her stiff nipples
Touching them
Pulling them
Then he puts his mouth down and nibbles them
She gasps; it is the first sound she has made since he pushed her back in
She doesn't notice his hands going up her short little skirt
Lifting it
Until she feels the air around her wet pussy
He cups her pussy, feeling the soaking wet panties
Still he says nothing
He roughly pulls the panties to one side
And touches her smooth pussy
Freshly shaved before she went to play at the party
He puts a finger in
Feels the warmth
Then another finger
Fingering her
In and out
While still using his mouth on her nipples
Her breathing is rapid; her Dom hasn't serviced her for a while
She has been too busy
She is going to cum
He keeps fingering her, in and out
Touching her clit
She is rapidly approaching climax
Her legs are weak, but she cannot collapse
On and on he goes
The climax rushes over her
And she collapses against the door
Breathing rapidly
He unhooks her hands and she slides to the floor
He bends down and puts his mouth to her ear
"A little message from your Dom" he says
"Don't leave it so long next time"
And steps over her, opens the door and leaves
The sub regains her composure and after a few minutes goes to leave the bathroom
Only to find she is without her panties
She has no choice, but to go back and continue to play
Bare
I came up with this.
The Sub At The Party
The little sub is playing at a party and gets told there is a 15 minute break
She rushes upstairs to the bathroom
A guest has been watching her
And quietly follows
She goes in to the bathroom and does what she needs to
A quick touch up of her makeup and she opens the door
He is there
She stops
He puts his hand around her neck and pushes her back in
Closing the door behind him, he pushes the little sub against the wall
She doesn't make a sound as he runs his hands over her hot body
He gets hold of her writs and pushes them above her head
And ties the wrists there
With what, she doesn't know
She is moved around, to the door
And her hands are looped over the hook
She is held there
And starts to feel her up again
Lifting her red top
Finding the red bra
Pushing it up
Discovering her stiff nipples
Touching them
Pulling them
Then he puts his mouth down and nibbles them
She gasps; it is the first sound she has made since he pushed her back in
She doesn't notice his hands going up her short little skirt
Lifting it
Until she feels the air around her wet pussy
He cups her pussy, feeling the soaking wet panties
Still he says nothing
He roughly pulls the panties to one side
And touches her smooth pussy
Freshly shaved before she went to play at the party
He puts a finger in
Feels the warmth
Then another finger
Fingering her
In and out
While still using his mouth on her nipples
Her breathing is rapid; her Dom hasn't serviced her for a while
She has been too busy
She is going to cum
He keeps fingering her, in and out
Touching her clit
She is rapidly approaching climax
Her legs are weak, but she cannot collapse
On and on he goes
The climax rushes over her
And she collapses against the door
Breathing rapidly
He unhooks her hands and she slides to the floor
He bends down and puts his mouth to her ear
"A little message from your Dom" he says
"Don't leave it so long next time"
And steps over her, opens the door and leaves
The sub regains her composure and after a few minutes goes to leave the bathroom
Only to find she is without her panties
She has no choice, but to go back and continue to play
Bare
Friday 29 August 2008
The Task
Another little something written for someone on Collar Me. She asked for a humiliation scenario, so I wrote this. Deleted unread. Oh well, her loss.
The Task
The task is quite simple. Go in to town and buy a new outfit.
If only it was that was all there was to it.
First your lingerie - black. Stockings, suspenders, thong and a push up bra
Next, a blouse. Your choice of colour, but it must be tight, with the top two buttons open. If someone stands behind you when sitting down, they should be able to see right down in to your cleavage and see your bra encasing your tits. If they cannot, then open another button.
Wear a short skirt. This skirt should be short enough that when you sit down the tops of the stockings and the clips of your suspender belt should be seen. When you bend over, bend at the waist so that the skirt rides up and allow everyone to see your stockings and the bottom of your arse.
Hair should be tied back in a pony tail, so that it cannot get in the way of anyone looking at you.
On your feet, high heeled boots, your long boots that cover most of your legs below the knee. Make sure that they are clean.
Finally, you cannot take your car. Take the bus. Catch the first bus after 3.30pm in to town. When you board the bus, you must take the furthest seat back that is completely empty. Let the schoolboys see what a real woman looks like. You may put your bag on the seat so that no one else sits next to you.
While in town you must bend over at least once before you enter the shop – pretend to fiddle with your boot or something, so that any men who might be behind you get a good look at your legs in those sexy stockings and your nice arse. Repeat again in the shop and once more when you have left the shop. If you fail to bend over as instructed, then you will undo another button on your blouse.
The outfit you buy... it must be another skirt, blouse and jacket set. The blouse must be at least one size too small so that your tits stretch it and it only just tucks in to your skirt and the least amount of movement causes it to come out. The skirt should be short, but long enough so you can wear it to work. Matching jacket as normal.
Say nothing to anyone, and make no attempt to cover yourself up, even if you feel someone looking.
If it becomes too much, then call me and I will come and pick you up.
The Task
The task is quite simple. Go in to town and buy a new outfit.
If only it was that was all there was to it.
First your lingerie - black. Stockings, suspenders, thong and a push up bra
Next, a blouse. Your choice of colour, but it must be tight, with the top two buttons open. If someone stands behind you when sitting down, they should be able to see right down in to your cleavage and see your bra encasing your tits. If they cannot, then open another button.
Wear a short skirt. This skirt should be short enough that when you sit down the tops of the stockings and the clips of your suspender belt should be seen. When you bend over, bend at the waist so that the skirt rides up and allow everyone to see your stockings and the bottom of your arse.
Hair should be tied back in a pony tail, so that it cannot get in the way of anyone looking at you.
On your feet, high heeled boots, your long boots that cover most of your legs below the knee. Make sure that they are clean.
Finally, you cannot take your car. Take the bus. Catch the first bus after 3.30pm in to town. When you board the bus, you must take the furthest seat back that is completely empty. Let the schoolboys see what a real woman looks like. You may put your bag on the seat so that no one else sits next to you.
While in town you must bend over at least once before you enter the shop – pretend to fiddle with your boot or something, so that any men who might be behind you get a good look at your legs in those sexy stockings and your nice arse. Repeat again in the shop and once more when you have left the shop. If you fail to bend over as instructed, then you will undo another button on your blouse.
The outfit you buy... it must be another skirt, blouse and jacket set. The blouse must be at least one size too small so that your tits stretch it and it only just tucks in to your skirt and the least amount of movement causes it to come out. The skirt should be short, but long enough so you can wear it to work. Matching jacket as normal.
Say nothing to anyone, and make no attempt to cover yourself up, even if you feel someone looking.
If it becomes too much, then call me and I will come and pick you up.
Friday 8 August 2008
Saturday 7 June 2008
In the middle of the room
Another story written for a girl on the dating site Collar Me... but she deleted the message without even reading it. Her loss is your gain. It was designed as an intro, with a second part sent if she liked the first. I may write the second part one day, but I do prefer to tease.
You are standing there in the middle of the room. Bored.
You have no idea how long you have been standing there, but you know that you must.
Having arrived earlier, you had let yourself in, as instructed. In the hallway, your prim and proper skirt, blouse and jacket had been removed, revealing your exquisite lingerie that clings to and emphasises your curves. No one who had seen you walking down the street or at work earlier would have guessed you had that on all day, or why.
Now suitably (un) dressed, you had gone in to the main room. Your instructions were clear. In the middle were some additional things to put on. Do so and then stand and wait.
Hence you found yourself, standing in the middle of the room, blindfolded.
There is a sound behind you. You turn your head instinctively towards it.
More sounds. Has someone come in to the room?
The curtains are moved. Were they drawn, open? You can’t remember. Perhaps they were closed and now they are open. Perhaps people can see you? The red lingerie wouldn’t be difficult to see against your white skin.
A feeling of breath on your skin makes you jump. Yet still he (it is a he?) doesn’t touch you. More sounds as someone moves around the room.
Then a touch. On your stocking clad leg, moving up, over the smooth material. It reaches the top of the stockings, and continues, now touching the skin of your thigh. It is warm to the touch, not just because it is a warm summer evening.
“Snap”. You jump as the red suspender strap has just been pulled and released against your leg. The touch continues, avoiding your most intimate place. Up, over your tummy, you can feel the hand moving towards your breasts, which feel heavy as your breathing becomes heavier.
You know you can leave at any time. You were told. You can just remove the blindfold and go. Part of you wants to, it isn’t right to let this person touch you like this…
The hand continues, caressing your neck. You feel him move around you, so he is stood in front of you. For some reason you just stand there, you don’t reach out for him. The hand goes around the back of your neck, touching your hair.
Suddenly the hand increases its grip and pulls your hair back, forcing your head to look up. You cannot help but gasp at the sudden movement which also means your breasts are pushed out even more. Breath on your chin, your cheek. Closer. Something rubs against the cheek – very slight stubble. It is a man. You try to kiss him.
“No” is whispered in your ear, and he moves away from you, still holding your hair tightly. You feel him move behind you, and the hand begins to touch again, somewhere it hasn’t been before…
Copyright 2008.
You are standing there in the middle of the room. Bored.
You have no idea how long you have been standing there, but you know that you must.
Having arrived earlier, you had let yourself in, as instructed. In the hallway, your prim and proper skirt, blouse and jacket had been removed, revealing your exquisite lingerie that clings to and emphasises your curves. No one who had seen you walking down the street or at work earlier would have guessed you had that on all day, or why.
Now suitably (un) dressed, you had gone in to the main room. Your instructions were clear. In the middle were some additional things to put on. Do so and then stand and wait.
Hence you found yourself, standing in the middle of the room, blindfolded.
There is a sound behind you. You turn your head instinctively towards it.
More sounds. Has someone come in to the room?
The curtains are moved. Were they drawn, open? You can’t remember. Perhaps they were closed and now they are open. Perhaps people can see you? The red lingerie wouldn’t be difficult to see against your white skin.
A feeling of breath on your skin makes you jump. Yet still he (it is a he?) doesn’t touch you. More sounds as someone moves around the room.
Then a touch. On your stocking clad leg, moving up, over the smooth material. It reaches the top of the stockings, and continues, now touching the skin of your thigh. It is warm to the touch, not just because it is a warm summer evening.
“Snap”. You jump as the red suspender strap has just been pulled and released against your leg. The touch continues, avoiding your most intimate place. Up, over your tummy, you can feel the hand moving towards your breasts, which feel heavy as your breathing becomes heavier.
You know you can leave at any time. You were told. You can just remove the blindfold and go. Part of you wants to, it isn’t right to let this person touch you like this…
The hand continues, caressing your neck. You feel him move around you, so he is stood in front of you. For some reason you just stand there, you don’t reach out for him. The hand goes around the back of your neck, touching your hair.
Suddenly the hand increases its grip and pulls your hair back, forcing your head to look up. You cannot help but gasp at the sudden movement which also means your breasts are pushed out even more. Breath on your chin, your cheek. Closer. Something rubs against the cheek – very slight stubble. It is a man. You try to kiss him.
“No” is whispered in your ear, and he moves away from you, still holding your hair tightly. You feel him move behind you, and the hand begins to touch again, somewhere it hasn’t been before…
Copyright 2008.
Thursday 23 August 2007
After Dinner
This one was written after a female companion rearranged a dinner date at late notice due to work. I told her that if we had gone to dinner this is what I had planned.
No sex again... it was written as a teaser.
Please note that there is some light bondage at the end of this story.
After Dinner
We have had dinner, it was a very nice dinner, and you were most enjoyable company. You laughed at my jokes, listened to my stories and looked fabulous in that dress.
We are walking back to the car, hand in hand. You are a little merry as you had a glass of wine. Not drunk, as you have work tomorrow. I was on orange juice as it is a long drive home.
As we reach the car you let go of my hand. I use the remote to unlock the car, but instead of walking to the driver’s side I follow you. I open the door of the car a little and you put your bag on the seat and wait for the door to be opened for you to get in. Instead I gently push you against the car and close the door. You turn round, smiling as my hand slips around your waist. You put your hand around mine and pull me closer, our lips touch and soon we are locked in a passionate embrace. My hands are roaming all over your body, before long one reaches your arse and gives it a gentle squeeze. Our lips part and you giggle quietly.
My hand is now pulling at your dress, pulling it up so that I can touch your skin. You nuzzle my neck. With my other hand I move your hair from your ears and putting my head down I can kiss and nibble them in just the way that you like.
Your arse is now uncovered and I push you against the car again. You gasp as you feel the cold metal against your skin, the small thong doing nothing to cover you down there.
My kisses leave your ear, round to your mouth, for yet another passionate embrace. I squeeze your arse again, a little harder this time making you part with my lips to gasp; I take the opportunity to kiss you down your neck, to your shoulder, pulling the shoulder straps of your dress to one side. It falls down your arm, exposing the red strap of your bra.
"Darling" I whisper in to your ear as I resume kissing and nibbling it, "your strap is showing".
"Mmmm" you moan in to my ear, "do something". Your hands are running over my back.
I pull the bra strap off your shoulder as well; it joins the shoulder of your dress midway down your arm and I start kissing where it was.
I feel your hand going to my crotch, where it obvious I find you attractive. I push your hand away, putting it back on to my hip, whispering "no" in to your ear before resuming the kissing of your shoulder and below.
I hear a noise behind me and look round. A young couple are walking towards us. I push your head in to my neck and gripping your body I twist us round so that I can watch them walk by. The girl looks at me as they do, does she want her man to do what I am doing to you right now? Still watching them, I run both hands down your spine and back down to your arse, and both sides are squeezed this time. Your vocal reaction is muffled, but I can feel it against my neck.
With the young couple out of sight, I can continue giving you the attention you desire and I so want to give. The top of your lacy red bra is now visible, but I pull it down, exposing your nipple. It is already hard, and it not because of the sudden exposure to the air, as it is a warm summer evening, barely dark.
I run my tongue over the nipple; your moan is such a turn on.
Your hand goes to my trousers again. And again I push it away. "No", I whisper bring my mouth to your ear via your neck, "and I will not tell you again".
Our lips meet, kissing, our tongues dancing in the moonlight, my hand is now giving the nipple attention, rubbing it, pulling it…
Ignoring my last warning, your hand is trying to get inside the belt of my trousers. As I move your hand away I whisper in to your ear. "Do that again and you will be punished". I give your ear a little nibble to emphasise my point. You move your head and look at me with that look that makes my knees go weak.
You want to be punished.
Your hands go up to my neck and start to untie my tie. I pull your bra and its strap back up, intending to give the other side some attention (so I cannot be accused of favouritism).
My tie now loose, your hands on my chest, we kiss again. I feel your hand sliding down my chest and once again it reaches my trousers and feels what is there.
I put my hand down to yours and grip the wrist, pulling it clear. Increasing my grip, I twist you round and push you against the car, you gasp with the surprise of it, but it is what you have wanted. I reach out and grab the other arm and twist that behind your back. Holding you tight, I look round to make sure that no one is nearby. You struggle a little, not much, a playful struggle as you don’t want to be free.
I pull off my tie and start to wrap it around your wrists. I need to make sure that you cannot escape. I kiss the back of your neck as I work on your wrists, but it doesn’t take long to restrain you and soon you are leaning against the car with your back to me, your head bent forwards towards the roof of the car, your hands tightly bound.
I press myself in to your back. You can feel something hard and you try to move your body against it, but you cannot, you are tightly pinned between my body and the car.
With some difficulty, I bring my hand round your waist to the front of your body and push you away from the car slightly. The hand starts to pull up your dress to find your thong. It is roughly pulled to one side.
You gasp, but you love it, want it, need it.
My fingers find that you are soaking wet. You moan as my hand leaves you to pull the dress back down. I pull you away from the car a little more so that I can run my hands up your body, over your dress, up to your tits, I lean to your ear as I squeeze them, finding your hard nipples through the dress and the bra. "Be quiet".
A quick kiss of your neck and ear, with you stifling your noises then I pull open the car door. Your bag is quickly on the floor and I push you in. Making sure that you and your dress are in, I close the door and walk round and get in to the drivers side. You try to kiss me as I reach for your seat belt and fasten it. I don’t want to have to tell a policeman why there is a girl tied up in my car. With you secure, in more ways than one, I start the engine and drive off in to the night.
Copyright 2007.
No sex again... it was written as a teaser.
Please note that there is some light bondage at the end of this story.
After Dinner
We have had dinner, it was a very nice dinner, and you were most enjoyable company. You laughed at my jokes, listened to my stories and looked fabulous in that dress.
We are walking back to the car, hand in hand. You are a little merry as you had a glass of wine. Not drunk, as you have work tomorrow. I was on orange juice as it is a long drive home.
As we reach the car you let go of my hand. I use the remote to unlock the car, but instead of walking to the driver’s side I follow you. I open the door of the car a little and you put your bag on the seat and wait for the door to be opened for you to get in. Instead I gently push you against the car and close the door. You turn round, smiling as my hand slips around your waist. You put your hand around mine and pull me closer, our lips touch and soon we are locked in a passionate embrace. My hands are roaming all over your body, before long one reaches your arse and gives it a gentle squeeze. Our lips part and you giggle quietly.
My hand is now pulling at your dress, pulling it up so that I can touch your skin. You nuzzle my neck. With my other hand I move your hair from your ears and putting my head down I can kiss and nibble them in just the way that you like.
Your arse is now uncovered and I push you against the car again. You gasp as you feel the cold metal against your skin, the small thong doing nothing to cover you down there.
My kisses leave your ear, round to your mouth, for yet another passionate embrace. I squeeze your arse again, a little harder this time making you part with my lips to gasp; I take the opportunity to kiss you down your neck, to your shoulder, pulling the shoulder straps of your dress to one side. It falls down your arm, exposing the red strap of your bra.
"Darling" I whisper in to your ear as I resume kissing and nibbling it, "your strap is showing".
"Mmmm" you moan in to my ear, "do something". Your hands are running over my back.
I pull the bra strap off your shoulder as well; it joins the shoulder of your dress midway down your arm and I start kissing where it was.
I feel your hand going to my crotch, where it obvious I find you attractive. I push your hand away, putting it back on to my hip, whispering "no" in to your ear before resuming the kissing of your shoulder and below.
I hear a noise behind me and look round. A young couple are walking towards us. I push your head in to my neck and gripping your body I twist us round so that I can watch them walk by. The girl looks at me as they do, does she want her man to do what I am doing to you right now? Still watching them, I run both hands down your spine and back down to your arse, and both sides are squeezed this time. Your vocal reaction is muffled, but I can feel it against my neck.
With the young couple out of sight, I can continue giving you the attention you desire and I so want to give. The top of your lacy red bra is now visible, but I pull it down, exposing your nipple. It is already hard, and it not because of the sudden exposure to the air, as it is a warm summer evening, barely dark.
I run my tongue over the nipple; your moan is such a turn on.
Your hand goes to my trousers again. And again I push it away. "No", I whisper bring my mouth to your ear via your neck, "and I will not tell you again".
Our lips meet, kissing, our tongues dancing in the moonlight, my hand is now giving the nipple attention, rubbing it, pulling it…
Ignoring my last warning, your hand is trying to get inside the belt of my trousers. As I move your hand away I whisper in to your ear. "Do that again and you will be punished". I give your ear a little nibble to emphasise my point. You move your head and look at me with that look that makes my knees go weak.
You want to be punished.
Your hands go up to my neck and start to untie my tie. I pull your bra and its strap back up, intending to give the other side some attention (so I cannot be accused of favouritism).
My tie now loose, your hands on my chest, we kiss again. I feel your hand sliding down my chest and once again it reaches my trousers and feels what is there.
I put my hand down to yours and grip the wrist, pulling it clear. Increasing my grip, I twist you round and push you against the car, you gasp with the surprise of it, but it is what you have wanted. I reach out and grab the other arm and twist that behind your back. Holding you tight, I look round to make sure that no one is nearby. You struggle a little, not much, a playful struggle as you don’t want to be free.
I pull off my tie and start to wrap it around your wrists. I need to make sure that you cannot escape. I kiss the back of your neck as I work on your wrists, but it doesn’t take long to restrain you and soon you are leaning against the car with your back to me, your head bent forwards towards the roof of the car, your hands tightly bound.
I press myself in to your back. You can feel something hard and you try to move your body against it, but you cannot, you are tightly pinned between my body and the car.
With some difficulty, I bring my hand round your waist to the front of your body and push you away from the car slightly. The hand starts to pull up your dress to find your thong. It is roughly pulled to one side.
You gasp, but you love it, want it, need it.
My fingers find that you are soaking wet. You moan as my hand leaves you to pull the dress back down. I pull you away from the car a little more so that I can run my hands up your body, over your dress, up to your tits, I lean to your ear as I squeeze them, finding your hard nipples through the dress and the bra. "Be quiet".
A quick kiss of your neck and ear, with you stifling your noises then I pull open the car door. Your bag is quickly on the floor and I push you in. Making sure that you and your dress are in, I close the door and walk round and get in to the drivers side. You try to kiss me as I reach for your seat belt and fasten it. I don’t want to have to tell a policeman why there is a girl tied up in my car. With you secure, in more ways than one, I start the engine and drive off in to the night.
Copyright 2007.
Saturday 18 August 2007
Trapped in an Elevator
My first story to be posted... little nervous, but lets post one and then it is done.
This was written for someone on a dating site, who asked what would happen if she and I were trapped in an elevator. I wrote this, but she never replied.
Trapped in an Elevator
So you want to know what I would do with you if we were trapped in an elevator.
Well that would depend if I was being a gentleman or not.
A gentleman would ask if you were cold in the red skimpy dress that you were wearing.
When you said that you were, he would ask if there is anything that he can do to warm you up. You would just smile as he walked over to you.
I brush your hair away from your face and move my hand to your ears. That tickles and it makes you laugh. You say that we should call for assistance and reach for the alarm button, but I reach out and stop you. I move your hand over your head and push both it and your body against the wall of the elevator. That takes your breath away. I lean in and kiss you, but you move your head and I am faced with your ear. So I kiss that instead.
You cannot help but moan as I kiss and nibble your ear but try to keep it quiet.
Still holding one hand above your head, my other now slides up the side of your dress, over your hips. Past your arm to your head and runs through your hair. You are now looking at me.
I lean in for another kiss. You don't move this time. The kiss is long and sensual. I release your hand and move mine down to your arse and give it a good squeeze. You quickly wrap both arms around me and do the same.
I move my hand away from your gorgeous arse to the shoulder of that dress and pull the material off, being very careful not to rip it. The other side gets the same treatment. Slowly the top of your cleavage comes in to view, contained within a lacy see through red bra. Your nipples are pushing against the fabric.
Well a gentleman always wants the lady to be comfortable, and the nipples look most uncomfortable being restrained by that bra.
Another kiss to distract you and when we part, your bra comes with me. I put it in my pocket.
A kiss, then another, then another. Down your body to those wonderful tits and your pert nipples. You don't hide the moan this time as I suck on them. Your run your hands through my hair, pushing me in to them. I need air, and I need to change to the other one. You release me for just a moment before pressing me in again.
While you were distracted, my hands are now pulling up your dress. Now you notice that the hands on your arse are not through material, it is on your skin. You gasp as your arse is squeezed again while your tits are given attention.
Now you realise that you can feel air around your most intimate of areas. Your little red panties have been pulled down. They land around your ankles and you helpfully step out of them. Bending down, I pick them up and put them in my pocket as well - now I have the set.
Reluctantly, I leave your tits and kiss you down your flat tummy paying special attention mid way down. You lean against the wall of the elevator, your head back, eyes closed.
I skip over the material of your dress now bunched around your waist and pull up the bottom of your dress. Your wet shaven pussy is revealed to me. I kiss it, blow on to it gently. You moan again; loudly this time. I look up at you; you are looking down at me. Our eyes meet. The lust in your eyes is awe inspiring.
I lick your clit, before running my tongue down your smooth slit. As I reach your most private place, your hands push my head in to it. I get the message and push my tongue inside it.
Your juices taste wonderful. You start to buck against my head. With no where else to go, my hands grip your arse tightly, squeezing it as I lick and suck your pussy. Still you will not me have air, I have no choice but to continue.
You don't care that my knees are hurting on the floor or that I am struggling to maintain my composure.
Your pussy is getting wetter and wetter and your sounds louder and louder.
Then suddenly you stop. No sounds, no bucking. For a moment nothing.
Then a loud groan and I feel your body shudder as your pussy becomes soaking wet. I lap up all of your juices and you release my head from your grasp.
At last, air.
Being a gentleman, the lady is cleaned up. When done, the gentleman stands up to ensure that everything is ok.
Looking at you as I stand up, everything is more than ok. You are smiling and obviously enjoyed that. Grabbing my tie, you pull me towards you and we kiss passionately.
"Thank you" you gasp as we part briefly before resuming the kiss. Now its my turn and you start to fiddle with my trousers where it is obvious I am enjoying things.
But before you can get started there is a jolt. The lift starts moving.
Quickly you pull your dress back down and smooth it over your body. I watch, enjoying the sight of you making yourself decent again. A hand through your hair and you look just as you did when you stepped in to the elevator.
Just without your bra and panties.
We stand apart from each other and watch the numbers on the lift go down towards the ground floor.
I turn and face you.
"Hello". I hold out my hand. "I'm Mark, and you are?"
Author Note... Mark is not my name. ;-)
Copyright 2007.
This was written for someone on a dating site, who asked what would happen if she and I were trapped in an elevator. I wrote this, but she never replied.
Trapped in an Elevator
So you want to know what I would do with you if we were trapped in an elevator.
Well that would depend if I was being a gentleman or not.
A gentleman would ask if you were cold in the red skimpy dress that you were wearing.
When you said that you were, he would ask if there is anything that he can do to warm you up. You would just smile as he walked over to you.
I brush your hair away from your face and move my hand to your ears. That tickles and it makes you laugh. You say that we should call for assistance and reach for the alarm button, but I reach out and stop you. I move your hand over your head and push both it and your body against the wall of the elevator. That takes your breath away. I lean in and kiss you, but you move your head and I am faced with your ear. So I kiss that instead.
You cannot help but moan as I kiss and nibble your ear but try to keep it quiet.
Still holding one hand above your head, my other now slides up the side of your dress, over your hips. Past your arm to your head and runs through your hair. You are now looking at me.
I lean in for another kiss. You don't move this time. The kiss is long and sensual. I release your hand and move mine down to your arse and give it a good squeeze. You quickly wrap both arms around me and do the same.
I move my hand away from your gorgeous arse to the shoulder of that dress and pull the material off, being very careful not to rip it. The other side gets the same treatment. Slowly the top of your cleavage comes in to view, contained within a lacy see through red bra. Your nipples are pushing against the fabric.
Well a gentleman always wants the lady to be comfortable, and the nipples look most uncomfortable being restrained by that bra.
Another kiss to distract you and when we part, your bra comes with me. I put it in my pocket.
A kiss, then another, then another. Down your body to those wonderful tits and your pert nipples. You don't hide the moan this time as I suck on them. Your run your hands through my hair, pushing me in to them. I need air, and I need to change to the other one. You release me for just a moment before pressing me in again.
While you were distracted, my hands are now pulling up your dress. Now you notice that the hands on your arse are not through material, it is on your skin. You gasp as your arse is squeezed again while your tits are given attention.
Now you realise that you can feel air around your most intimate of areas. Your little red panties have been pulled down. They land around your ankles and you helpfully step out of them. Bending down, I pick them up and put them in my pocket as well - now I have the set.
Reluctantly, I leave your tits and kiss you down your flat tummy paying special attention mid way down. You lean against the wall of the elevator, your head back, eyes closed.
I skip over the material of your dress now bunched around your waist and pull up the bottom of your dress. Your wet shaven pussy is revealed to me. I kiss it, blow on to it gently. You moan again; loudly this time. I look up at you; you are looking down at me. Our eyes meet. The lust in your eyes is awe inspiring.
I lick your clit, before running my tongue down your smooth slit. As I reach your most private place, your hands push my head in to it. I get the message and push my tongue inside it.
Your juices taste wonderful. You start to buck against my head. With no where else to go, my hands grip your arse tightly, squeezing it as I lick and suck your pussy. Still you will not me have air, I have no choice but to continue.
You don't care that my knees are hurting on the floor or that I am struggling to maintain my composure.
Your pussy is getting wetter and wetter and your sounds louder and louder.
Then suddenly you stop. No sounds, no bucking. For a moment nothing.
Then a loud groan and I feel your body shudder as your pussy becomes soaking wet. I lap up all of your juices and you release my head from your grasp.
At last, air.
Being a gentleman, the lady is cleaned up. When done, the gentleman stands up to ensure that everything is ok.
Looking at you as I stand up, everything is more than ok. You are smiling and obviously enjoyed that. Grabbing my tie, you pull me towards you and we kiss passionately.
"Thank you" you gasp as we part briefly before resuming the kiss. Now its my turn and you start to fiddle with my trousers where it is obvious I am enjoying things.
But before you can get started there is a jolt. The lift starts moving.
Quickly you pull your dress back down and smooth it over your body. I watch, enjoying the sight of you making yourself decent again. A hand through your hair and you look just as you did when you stepped in to the elevator.
Just without your bra and panties.
We stand apart from each other and watch the numbers on the lift go down towards the ground floor.
I turn and face you.
"Hello". I hold out my hand. "I'm Mark, and you are?"
Author Note... Mark is not my name. ;-)
Copyright 2007.
Welcome
I guess an introduction post is required.
I write, I spend most of my day writing. However what I write professionally is not what you will find on this blog.
This blog is an outlet for other content that I like to write, which I want to keep separate. It is more adult content, in case you haven't guessed.
Where does this content come from?
Sometimes they are just a product of my imagination. A scenario or fantasy comes in to my head, sometimes when I am out and about, in my car or sat in the office and I will write it down.
Others have been requests, from female friends or others on dating sites.
Then over a few days I will refine it, clean it up, edit so that it flows correctly. Sometimes that isn't necessary, was originally flowed out through my fingers on to the keyboard needs little editing.
I decided that it was time that they were shared with others, but on my own terms rather than through another site. I hope you enjoy what I have written.
I have a number of stories already written that will be posted over the coming weeks, as I find the time to check that I am happy with them. However if you would like to request a story, scenario or fantasy, then drop me an email at author @ filthfromfingers.com
Who are you?
For a number of reasons I do not wish to make my true identity known. All I will say is that I am a male, early 30s, and I live in the UK, somewhere south of Birmingham. I work in the IT industry and my professional writing is available on the internet.
At the time of writing this post I am single, but that is unusual for me.
I write, I spend most of my day writing. However what I write professionally is not what you will find on this blog.
This blog is an outlet for other content that I like to write, which I want to keep separate. It is more adult content, in case you haven't guessed.
Where does this content come from?
Sometimes they are just a product of my imagination. A scenario or fantasy comes in to my head, sometimes when I am out and about, in my car or sat in the office and I will write it down.
Others have been requests, from female friends or others on dating sites.
Then over a few days I will refine it, clean it up, edit so that it flows correctly. Sometimes that isn't necessary, was originally flowed out through my fingers on to the keyboard needs little editing.
I decided that it was time that they were shared with others, but on my own terms rather than through another site. I hope you enjoy what I have written.
I have a number of stories already written that will be posted over the coming weeks, as I find the time to check that I am happy with them. However if you would like to request a story, scenario or fantasy, then drop me an email at author @ filthfromfingers.com
Who are you?
For a number of reasons I do not wish to make my true identity known. All I will say is that I am a male, early 30s, and I live in the UK, somewhere south of Birmingham. I work in the IT industry and my professional writing is available on the internet.
At the time of writing this post I am single, but that is unusual for me.
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