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All Afternoon

08 Aug

Chaos by Henry Ascencio

A cool, darkened room.

Outside the sun is blistering the wooden shutters. Narrow shafts of light sear between the wood, striping the walls and ceiling.

And streaming all over you.

They band your body, striping you cream and coffee coloured

You are naked, face up, on the white-sheeted bed.

You are stretched out in a star shape. Your wrists and ankles are secured to the four corners by ropes through steel D rings on strong black leather cuffs. The bindings permit little movement. No matter how hard you tug and strain against them

You have been here for almost an hour. I have caressed you, kissed you, licked you, stroked you. I have nibbled you, kneaded you, and lightly scratched you. I have teased you with my pin wheel, with a soft brush, with a scarf of silk, and with my twelve stranded flogger, trailed over your skin.

And with two of the half a dozen toys that I have carefully arranged on the oak bedside table.

I have a Hitachi wand in my right hand. It whirrs rather noisily yet it is a faithful servant. I am applying it expertly to your already swollen and glistening sex. With my left hand I am tugging and pinching your hard-as-berry nipples. Your body is bucking and arching, wanting to push away from the wand’s relentless, dimpled, vibrating touch yet at the same time to thrust yourself against it.

Your breathing is urgent and hard. You are panting and crying, sighing and moaning. I know you are desperate to speak, to shout something at me. But you do not. I have forbidden you words.

Your body is dancing now. Strands of your hair are damp and clinging with perspiration. Your face is suffused and flushed with deep arousal. Your eyes roll back. Your mouth is open.

Your muscles tighten. You shudder. The orgasm reverberates through you.

It is your third climax.

The toy continues to send spasms through you. You make small noises of protestation. I smile. After a while I switch it off and idly but dangerously trail my fingers over your inner thighs.

I consider which device to use next.

Later I may reposition you face down.

Later still I will fuck you.

I have all afternoon ahead of me.

I am torturing you with pleasure.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Henry Asencio

I wrote this a year ago. But perhaps new readers will enjoy …

 
19 Comments

Posted by on August 8, 2015 in Erotica

 

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19 responses to “All Afternoon

  1. sirensong1208

    August 8, 2015 at 9:37 pm

    I think you should have included a health warning with that title. Smiles.

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  2. emmilywrites

    August 8, 2015 at 9:42 pm

    Wow! Very hot!

    Liked by 1 person

     
  3. missameliaandsir

    August 8, 2015 at 10:04 pm

    What exquisite torture you provide, Sir. Exquisite, indeed. 🙂

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  4. Leslie Meeks

    August 8, 2015 at 11:19 pm

    I’m just sitting here imagining my pelvis thrusting against your hitachi wand and my breast cupped in the palm of your hand. Amazingly delicious Mr. D.

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  5. ss

    August 11, 2015 at 5:40 pm

    Gasp.

    Liked by 1 person

     
  6. Michelle

    August 17, 2015 at 4:47 am

    Undeniably exciting.

    Liked by 1 person

     

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