thethreadofawe:

Hush Now

Just as I’d hoped, you’re still abed as I steal into the darkened room and lay the keycard on the entryway table. Taking a moment, I pause and allow my eyes to adjust to the faint sunrise peeking through the dark slats of the shuttered french doors; cherry and golden rays fight their way across to lay light to the broadscape of your bare skin. A dark crinkle of hair rises in disarray at the nape of your neck; you have succumbed to it’s wave and whim all to my delight. I catch my breath and close my eyes -A count of three, two, one… Inhale and there you are… Like an explosion of stars filling my own private galaxy and I have just discovered the milky way!

You shift in your sleep, rolling from your side to your stomach; limbs akimbo as if you had been dropped -splat - from a giant mixing spoon. I watch, transfixed, as your bum bobs and you dreamily rub your cock against the duvet. I wonder if you are just enjoying the sensation or if you are caught up in a subconscious moment- I find my hand twitching while I fight to keep my breathing steady. (How I would love to run that twitching palm over that lovely curved backside for a spell, sizing it up before delving my fingers into the taut muscles and licking my thumbs before I press them into the inner curves deep inside just to torment that tight muscled gateway to the forbidden path of secret treasure. Oh to tease the gate loose for a moment, to hear the tormented pleasure as it fights to force its way open in unsure welcome…) I grasp my fingers tightly, biting the tip of one thumb to wake me from my reverie. Deep breath now… Hold, steady nerves… Exhale.

Isn’t this what my husband sent me here for? The two conspired to bring us together, so why do I hesitate… It is the loving trust of one and the perfect beauty of the other. How did it all come full circle to me? (Remembering his “hush now” admonishment for being foolish, I grin and take that first step towards the bed…)

Those numbered steps, (seven thank God), gave me time to drop my skirt and my jacket. I stood, as always… awkward in heels and stockings. At least the tap pants and cami were flowing and lacy so as to be more comfortable. I lean forward and rest my knees on the edge of the bed before I slip on hand between his widespread legs. I could not now resist running my fingers down the inviting crease of his bum to the heavy sack cradling his balls. He actually shivered a bit and pressed back into my fingers! Such encouragement led me on to scoop these heated spheres into the palm of my hand and massage them as I slide my other hand underneath his heavy body and wrap my fingers around his semi hard cock… Such sweet joy I find in his readiness for my pleasure! Overwhelmed with desire for this first moment together, I begin to milk his cock in varied strokes and tantalise his balls as I lean my weight onto his lower body. My breasts have slipped free of my camisole and drag up the backs of his thighs, the hair there tickling my nipples into puckered peaks and driving me to fill my watering mouth with his succulent backside… The suckling bite gentle enough to not wake him yet but rouse his senses and he begins to move. His cock sliding in my hand, the skin slippery and straining for more. My tongue is painting abstract portraits of lovers united across the canvas of his back and in time with the cadence he has set. I freeze at the moment he arches and releases his panting growl.

“Turn over, I need to see you, luv. We’ve waited a long time for this moment.”

The pained grin that ensues, draws my sweet smile as he slides his body around. Such a vast difference from what I am used to, what a gift he has given me! All this packed into a bull of a body and a thick, throbbing cock to boot… I cannot resist his lips. I have wanted them anywhere and everywhere but I will start with the sweetest kiss hello.

How are you? (kiss.) I am so glad to finally meet you. (kiss) Good morning. (kiss.) Sorry I woke you. (kiss.). I hope that you weren’t dreaming something too irresistable. (kiss.) Ooohhh I have wanted your cock inside me so deep, so long. (kiss.) Sigh, are you sure you still want to have me? (kiss.) (hush now). (kiss.) OH! Really, that much? (kiss, kiss, kiss) Mmmm, more baby, please more. kisssss me deeper, harder, please…. Oh fuck me, Now!
Oh. Baby. Are. You. Sure? (sweetheart Hush now! I’m here, aren’t I? Do you feel me? I have marked your skin, your shoulder bears my smile…) let me see you. Your eyes tell your truth, the shadows part and release the storm. - Passion’s press becomes a crescent moon upon the inner globe of my worshipped breast. - (kiss.)

I can no longer even form coherent thoughts. Between the dance his lips and his tongue are playing upon my own and the full out abandon I have experienced from the moment his skin slid across mine to slip his sensually charged body into the curves of mine, filling the desirous depths of my body with the his aching thickness; nowhere could we imagine a more haimish setting. All the talk, the planning, the hype… could not have prepared us for the heat of this perfect moment.

He sets to roll, and take me with him; to set me atop like a crowning prize on his festive dais. In a jumble of tangled legs and laughing tries, we make the roll and his hands slide up my belly (unaware of all the markings I have tried to hide) gentle yet firm, to reverently raise like two chalices, my heavy breasts. He pulls himself up and draws me closer using thumb and forefinger clamped around each dark and reaching nipple. With a twisting pinch that makes me flush and squirm, he releases them and lathes the entire of each aureola in turn with his flat, wet tongue… Boldly sucking them as if they were juicy ripe peaches and he needs to work every last bit of flesh from the peach pit. With a blessed pop, he let one go, the bounce to sway and settle as he slips his wet fingers between our bodies, our undulating hips, to tweak my swollen clit… Rubbing around in circles barely touching the swollen bud, I lean back, angling my hips, arching my back and his thick cock begins to work double-time with his fingertips… It is as if they are connected, clit to g-spot… I begin to shake and groan and he increases the pressure, brushing across the swollen bud more frequently. He reaches up, abandoning my breast for my face, guiding me to look at him. (come now sweetheart, come with me, I need to watch you.). It is his tender words and his firm grasp, his bucking hips and swelling cock that are shoving me over the edge… I do not have a choice but to succumb to his need and my desire for him. (I want you to let go of everything and give yourself to me… I am giving you all you’ve ever wanted and more. Remember the video we talked about? It has been recording since you walked in the door and your husband is watching us…)

This last revelation stood us at the edge of the precipice and threw us over headfirst… Intense blinding orgasm ripped through us both, leaving us to ride the waves and sink down into star laden half-consciousness… I collapsed across his chest and did not move until his softened cock slowly slid from inside me on a cooling trail of our fluids… And still we did not separate, save for…

(kiss.) Welcome home, it’s so nice to finally make your official acquaintance. (hush now sweetheart (BIG SMILE) kiss.)

(Source: suitesinner)

Amber and Clover

Still wary of the sting from your words
the almost empty ringing,
a hollow shot

I shy away from reaching
my hand out yet again
- it has been this way often
over time…

(I have been the bear as much as any -
often the bigger bully
as the female is known to be)

Yet it is that sweet first taste of honey:

One delightful drop - sticky, sinfully naughty
the amber and the clover
that draws me close
- taunting me on your tongue…

Your words always taste
like honey’d heaven to me.

~Wonderstruck

(Source: bigbadrntwolf, via prayfuckdie)

If ever there was a moment I wish I didn’t feel more exposed and vulnerable, I don’t remember it. To feel the safety of the thick walls or even the sheer veil that covers my immodesty as I fix my hungry eyes upon you…. No, not just your beautiful flesh and bones but your fascinating depth and mesmerising wit and continuity of inspiration…

Yet, I have literally purged myself, binged amd purged at your feet and am now prostrate and left a wastrel; feeling foolish and yet still oddly curious… And even more curious, heated.

I have made myself into something I had not expected - an emotional minstrel and a romantic jester. (yes, I am aware of the pun and choked on it) When did I slip into vulnerability and why does it steal my edge? How will I force myself to return to the land of “I just dont give a shit” and think like an uncaring bitch again…

Crop

by Donald Boyd

Silence speaks volumes if we will but listen with all that we are…

I purposefully try not to listen too much because then I will think too much.

Yet when I open myself to hear the tender whisperings, the gentle teasing of my heartstrings like a breeze tripping across the tips of the wheatshafts in a golden field… I set myself aside to absorb the inspiration of a swirling pool of honey golden words; words that have spilled from your harvest lips. I have no need to separate the chaff from the bounty you set before me; our pleasures are gained from the self same sown and entrenched needs.

I purposefully try not to listen too much. Sometimes less is so much more.

~Wonderstruck

(Source: elinka, via higherproofspirit-deactivated20)

Awhile back an errant johnsmith67 posted a gif (not the image above, but similar) that slipped it’s way into the depth of my subconsciousness… For a time now, I have thought to write about how it made me feel and set it aside because I have not been able to find the original image. I decided to run with the phantom sensations and elusive mind tantalizing reel to reel filmplay…

On an ink-dark deserted street, there is a woman dressed in tank top and weary leathers, black boots, rough and tumble, and broken jeans pressed up against a brick wall. Tangled in one of her legs, she holds ransomed the mirror imaged man she wants, her hand pulling at his hair as she demands her needs.

I am thinking about where his hands are…

One is roughly shoving her bra up, the wire digging like a cage into her sternum but his hand is firmly grasping and baring her heated skin to the chill night air as his finger and thumb pluck and pull her pouting swollen nipple… His other hand is fighting for purchase at the waist of her jeans, victorious as his knuckles are skinned as they scrape past the tight stitching. His questing fingertips splay over her soft belly and lower into the crisp yet damp curls below. Does his discovery quench his vicious thirst? Mon dieu, non! She only tempts him with her voracious flame, licking and lapping at his already raging desire.

She gasps into his mouth, bites his lip and her hips jut into his, forcing his fingers between her labia… Her knees begin to buckle the slightest bit and he takes her weight on his knee, wedged between her parted thighs and fucks her mouth with his tongue as she fucks his dominating fingers…

They never noticed the alley cat that slinks by, looking for a more succulent meal of his own. What had begun as a moment of rushing femdom rebellion has turned topsy turvy and she is once again in full surrender to his skillful will.

I have desired to be that woman from the day johnsmith67 made that post.

repulsed:

David Gray

There is always something magically captivating in the jinny joe for me and the story that swells within my imagination and bursts skyward with that wishful blow a child sets forth… Oh how many wishes I have sent off in wild abandon, windfully captive and carried to some brilliant faierytale land to await my turn at the ‘wish I might, come true tonight’ moment…

Do we ever grow out of those seemingly childlike habits? I know that I won’t. Weeds and wildflowers, a simple girls diamonds and pearls.

~Wonderstruck

Quoting the Cosmos

She sits there under
a thumbnail moon -
knowing he hangs
his night’s shade
by the same trail

Each moment spent
silent, without him
- counted in starbursts
pinned to midnight eclipse

Quoting the cosmos:
The infinity of their love
shares this heavenly
canopy with the Gods-

Yet he worries his
posted letters.

But the lemon tides
wash clean the American red,
cleansing his palate of
rich delicacies

The sandalwood winds
carry cross the shores
bolstering her
redwood mailbox-

At the end of a
lonely lilac garden
it leans indecorously,
but patiently,
awaiting his
first class
heart.

~Wonderstruck

(via prayfucklive)

prayfucklive:

what thoughts go through your mind?

Need

I could easily tell you what goes on in my mind.. To be blunt, you lay yourself before my in all your naked splendour and I will paint you in words as the masterpiece you are… Each line will make your flesh rise, your breath hitch and your head fall back in offering… Need, simple and pure need, will wash over you and when you move to take yourself in hand, I will offer mine in it’s stead… Take me, guide me, teach me to please you the way you need to be pleased and I will watch intently, memorising every subtle nuance, every sleek and oiled stroke and I will come to you to bask in the heat of your need… Because that is what we do and who we are and why we allow each other entry into our souls… Weep for me and share your need…. Let me assuage your hunger for this and feed your desires for more…

~Wonderstruck

Hush Now

Just as I’d hoped, you’re still abed as I steal into the darkened room and lay the keycard on the entryway table. Taking a moment, I pause and allow my eyes to adjust to the faint sunrise peeking through the dark slats of the shuttered french doors; cherry and golden rays fight their way across to lay light to the broadscape of your bare skin. A dark golden crinkle of hair rises in disarray at the nape of your neck; you have succumbed to it’s wave and whim all to my delight. I catch my breath and close my eyes -A count of three, two, one… Inhale and there you are… Like an explosion of stars filling my own private galaxy and I have just discovered the milky way!

You shift in your sleep, rolling from your side to your stomach; limbs akimbo as if you had been dropped -splat - from a giant mixing spoon. I watch, transfixed, as your bum bobs and you dreamily rub your cock against the duvet. I wonder if you are just enjoying the sensation or if you are caught up in a subconscious moment- I find my hand twitching while I fight to keep my breathing steady. (How I would love to run that twitching palm over that lovely curved backside for a spell, sizing it up before delving my fingers into the taut muscles and licking my thumbs before I press them into the inner curves deep inside just to torment that tight muscled gateway to the forbidden path of secret treasure. Oh to tease the gate loose for a moment, to hear the tormented pleasure as it fights to force its way open in unsure welcome…) I grasp my fingers tightly, biting the tip of one thumb to wake me from my reverie. Deep breath now… Hold, steady nerves… Exhale.

Isn’t this what my husband sent me here for? The two conspired to bring us together, so why do I hesitate… It is the loving trust of one and the perfect beauty of the other. How did it all come full circle to me? (Remembering his “hush now” admonishment for being foolish, I grin and take that first step towards the bed…)

Those numbered steps, (seven thank God), gave me time to drop my skirt and my jacket. I stood, as always… awkward in heels and stockings. At least the tap pants and cami were flowing and lacy so as to be more comfortable. I leaned forward and rested my knees on the edge of the bed before I slip on hand between his widespread legs. I could not now resist running my fingers down the inviting crease of his bum to the heavy sack cradling his balls. He actually shivered a bit and pressed back into my fingers! Such encouragement led me on to scoop these heated spheres into the palm of my hand and massage them as I slide my other hand underneath his heavy body and wrap my fingers around his semi hard cock… Such sweet joy I find in his readiness for my pleasure! Overwhelmed with desire for this first moment together, I begin to milk his cock in varied strokes and tantalise his balls as I lean my weight onto his lower body. My breasts have slipped free of my camisole and drag up the backs of his thighs, the hair there tickling my nipples into puckered peaks and driving me to fill my watering mouth with his succulent backside… The suckling bite gentle enough to not wake him yet but rouse his senses and he begins to move. His cock sliding in my hand, the foreskin slippery and straining for more. My tongue is painting abstract portraits of lovers united across the canvas of his back and in time with the cadence he has set. I freeze at the moment he arches and releases his panting growl.

“Turn over, I need to see you luv. We’ve waited a long time for this moment.”

The pained grin that ensues, draws my sweet smile as he slides his body around. Such a vast difference from what I am used to, what a gift he has given me! All this packed into a bull of a body and a thick, throbbing cock to boot… I cannot resist his lips. I have wanted them anywhere and everywhere but I will start with the sweetest kiss hello.

How are you? kiss. I am so glad to finally meet you. kiss. Good morning. kiss. Sorry I woke you. kiss. I hope that you weren’t dreaming something too irresistable. kiss. Ooohhh I have wanted your cock inside me so deep, so long. kiss. Sigh, are you sure you still want to have me? kiss. (hush now). kiss. OH! Really, that much? kiss, kiss, kiss. Mmmm, more baby, please more. kisssss me deeper, harder, please…. Oh fuck me, Now!
Oh. Baby. Are. You. Sure? (sweetheart Hush now! I’m here, aren’t I? Do you feel me? I have marked your skin, your shoulder bears my smile…) let me see you. Your eyes tell your truth, the shadows part and release the storm. - Passion’s press becomes a crescent moon upon the inner globe of my worshipped breast. - kiss.

I can no longer even form coherent thoughts. Between the dance his lips and his tongue are playing upon my own and the full out abandon I have experienced from the moment his skin slid across mine to slip his sensually charged body into the curves of mine, filling the desirous depths of my body with the his aching thickness; nowhere could we imagine a more haimish setting. All the talk, the planning, the hype… could not have prepared us for the heat of this perfect moment.

He sets to roll, and take me with him; to set me atop like a crowning prize on his festive dais. In a jumble of tangled legs and laughing tries, we make the roll and his hands slide up my belly (unaware of all the markings I have tried to hide) gentle yet firm, to reverently raise like two chalices, my heavy breasts. He pulls himself up and draws me closer using thumb and forefinger clamped around each dark and reaching nipple. With a twisting pinch that makes me flush and squirm, he releases them and lathes the entire of each aureola in turn with his flat, wet tongue… Boldly sucking them as if they were juicy ripe peaches and he needs to work every last bit of flesh from the peach pit. With a blessed pop, he let one go, the bounce to sway and settle as he slips his wet fingers between our bodies, our undulating hips, to tweak my swollen clit… Rubbing around in circles barely touching the swollen bud, I lean back, angling my hips, arching my back and his thick cock begins to work double-time with his fingertips… It is as if they are connected, clit to g-spot… I begin to shake and groan and he increases the pressure, brushing across the swollen bud more frequently. He reaches up, abandoning my breast for my face, guiding me to look at him. (come now sweetheart, come with me, I need to watch you.). It is his tender words and his firm grasp, his bucking hips and swelling cock that are shoving me over the edge… I do not have a choice but to succumb to his need and my desire for him. (I want you to let go of everything and give yourself to me… I am giving you all you’ve ever wanted and more. Remember the video we talked about? It has been recording since you walked in the door and your husband is watching us…)

This last revelation stood us at the edge of the precipice and threw us over headfirst… Intense blinding orgasm ripped through us both, leaving us to ride the waves and sink down into star laden half-consciousness… I collapsed across his chest and did not move until his softened cock slowly slid from inside me on a cooling trail of our fluids… And still we did not separate, save for…

kiss. Welcome home, it’s so nice to finally make your official acquaintance. (hush now sweetheart (BIG SMILE) kiss.)

(Source: suitesinner, via theeroticpianst-deactivated2013)

Surrender

Laying upon the floor, haphazardly covered by the goose down duvet from the bed above us, I slowly stretch my aching body starting at my toes. As I come awake, I wonder how long we’ve been asleep and how we fell to this position.

Flexing my feet and then my calves, stretching my thighs and hips into the arch of my back, I groan… I can feel the pulling burn of my shoulders as I reach up over my head, rolling my neck first to the left and then back to the right where I encounter your tired enquiring gaze…

Mid arch, long stretch, I forget to release as your eyes begin to fill with the storm clouds that I will learn to know means your mind is on high alert and you will be a force to be reckoned with. I can hear the steady plodding of my heart turn into a rushing waterfall, pounding the depths below as it follows your brewing gaze to my parted lips where my tongue involuntarily slips through to moisten them.

I can taste the potent vestige of last night’s invocation. The restrained images full of hypnotic devastation, of control falling down into the well in primal sacrifice of our civility… You razed my walls and plundered my last stand against your possession. With each insistent invasion of my core, by hand or rigid cock, licking and biting at my shamelessly exposed and pleading pussy, your flesh melds with mine…

I give to you in unmeasured degrees my bound secrets and my unleashed abandon. As your body floods mine with your molten desire, your tongue rasps against my pouting nipples, your hands lift the heavy harvest of my breasts as you press them together and determinedly sink a sucking bite into the plump flesh of the inner globes. You mark me as I cry out, begging for more. Without a word, you manacle my wrists above my head and tie them deftly with a length of silken crimson cord to the heavy leg of the four post bed. I am laid wide and exposed as you explore my body, devouring me with wicked teeth and soothing tongue yet avoiding all of the zones of eros.

Enraptured, I lose myself to your deft ministrations; my mind conjures the wild aspirations of the night before. Playing like a 1920s silent film, jauntily crashing images into shadowed screenplay… Your opening line, the soundtrack, is set to tumble over and over, caught on a groove like a turntable teasing a tenderly bruised vinyl.

“I want to make sweet sweet love to you.. before I fuck you… I want to take you from behind slowly while you write for me… just the feeling of my cock sliding in slowly… feeling your pussy tighten and release.”

I am captivated by your tempting invasion of my body, insistent tongue lashing at my forebearance; I fall into weakness under your persistence. Memories, the tawdry reveries of our evening performance, lick at my consciousness. I am slip-sliding, tailing your fingers tracing jupiter’s delight. I collapse into dawn’s delirium…

The spiraling images I have in my mind are tangled and loveswept. I reach for my pen and vellum to capture our fall. The sweetest words always spill for you. I begin to compose a bit of whimsy; snapshot fragments to lay light to our midnight tryst. The jostling struggle as we vied for creative input; a breath to soften a bite, a lick to hasten the plunge of exploring hands, gentle pressure as you torment us with your inevitable breach of my crumbling balance.

I fight to keep focus as my pen scratches across the smudged and crumpled page, a companion to the raze of your nails from inviting nape to the swell of my cresting hips.

Faintly, I recall your bold avowal, “I want to take you from behind slowly while you write for me..just the sensation of my cock sliding slowly.. groaning as you grasp and pull me into your heat.”

Overcome, I begin to fade; sharp focus begins to soften and lose to the lure of your mounting purpose of seizing my thoughts of wanderlust. You refuse to be the preface and postscript to my bestormed literal endeavour. You lay siege to the landscape of my flesh and demand sanctuary.

As my pussy clenches, you growl in my ear and fuck me just a little harder… gasping, you make me drop my pen. I try to concentrate on the rhythmic fucking, but mewling whimpers fill the air, distract me. I fight to regain mental faculty, to memorialise the magnificent prose you’ve inspired. An epic monument to mark lovers who transcend all that sets them apart from the common. I punctuate the depth and emotion with each rolling wave of pleasure as you send shivers across the page while tracing my spine with hungry kisses… You feed me your thoughts as I weave them into sultry stanzas, shyly coy for all but our most private eyes. You paint me with rushing melodies brushed over the swells of my hips and brought round under to capture my heart. You build with me a castle of need and want and desire and desperate longing.

I am filled to overflowing with the words to share all that time forgot…

The silken rasp as the red cord around my wrists strains against the polished wood. Betrayed by my frayed nerves, awash in the buckling sensations of tempting tongue, frenzied fingers and crashing cock; your taunting words hold me captive. With each forceful thrust, and each demanding kiss, you punctuate your claim- mine. Mine. MINE.

Each searching stroke leads you to the core of me, each spasming grasp pulls you tighter and deeper, each growl in harmony with complimenting gasp and purr. You gilravage upon the gamble of you, and me…

Recklessly reconsidering instead:

Together, we begin to build the fire, setting flame to the conclusion of our opening act. The hook… a tandem entreaty for epic rise and release in the names of whatever gods will consecrate our reckless abandon to surrender.

Mid arch, long stretch, I had forgotten to release as your eyes had filled with the storm clouds that I now know to mean your mind is on high alert. We have become rendered defenseless to fate’s folly.

~B. Affected