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where the sand gives way to the lapping of the ocean. Her hair was tousled and half way down her back, she was crouching, and her honeyed skin was naked as the day she was born. Moving towards her, I knew nothing more than she was at home in nature and that this was one of her safe spaces.
In the quietness of the scene, a monarch butterfly fluttered by, alighting on her head. The omen clear I knew that she would be mine

***

I couldn't believe what I was seeing. I was just doing the banking before lunch and now we were sitting on the floor as robbers emptied
the vault. She thought she was being subtle. I could see her hand through the split in her skirt, moving back and forth. Her chest was rising and falling before rising higher. Torn between caution and riding the wave, she bit her lip as her head fell back. When her breathing calmed, she opened her eyes and looked
into mine. With a smile and raised eyebrows, she just gave me a tiny shrug.

***

Honey! Whadda we know?'Sweet.'Dribbly.'Sticky.'For two honeymooners resting their loins, this is not helping. Jared, whispering:I want to slurp it out of you like a bear.' A moan escapes Anna, the bull inside rearing, trawling the ground. She tries one:I want you to smear it over my face with your cock.' Free samples. Rushing blood. Tour shuffles on. But a moaning storeroom interrupts. Guide opens the door, tourists jostling to see:
Jared's honey-soaked digits ravage Anna's cunt while she, delirious, lathers his cock. Lips pursed, the guide sneaks them another sample before closing the door.

***

Pick one envelope, green=go, pink=pussy, black=dark, follow the clues, collect the items. I leave the room. He opens the black envelope (as I knew he would). 1 GARAGE: black X on the toolbox, a flogger 2 LIVING ROOM: a picture of the moon 3 KITCHEN: lube and butt plug 4 BEDROOM: I am there, bent over the bed naked. He sees the tattoo, a large X across my butt, which forms arrows when
my cheeks are parted. Like a treasure map, X marks the spot! I knew you would pick black. I wanted your first anal to be special.

***

Naked on the floor, he has gone to fetch his ink and brushes. Sitting astride a leg, he starts on my bum. Softly touching and stroking, fleeting and whisper-light. Forming lines with care and precision. The first contact starts my juices flowing and distracts me from my task. Not a sign of degradation, one of love. A heart, an arrow, his initials in the middle. His heart given to me to keep safe while
marking me as his and his alone. Fingers push into me, curving up needing more. Take me! Mark me again! Sliding in, slowly, deeply, lovingly.

***

I find that I have submitted more often to his will, and surprisingly have enjoyed. Little by little, we have learned of each other's kinks
(him spanking me, me watching him stroke). We've mutually enjoyed, so far. I love how he teases me when blindfolded, how he rubs lotion on my cheek after a few swats, the way he inserts a finger or two to make sure I am enjoying, how hard he gets doing so. I'm becoming his sub, at least in the bedroom. Will you marry me? he asks. CUNT! (My safe word). We need to talk!

***

Like petals of a flower opening to me as she lowers herself. I put my hands up to offer her support, keeping her slightly off me. Slowly lapping at her folds, kissing and tasting all of her. Sucking on her lips and clit, trying to push my tongue into her. I can taste her getting wetter and wetter, hear her breathing getting harsher. Her legs are quivering, it won't be long. I lower my hands, she is in control now, grinding on my nose, sliding against my tongue
and lips. Riding my face to her climax. Love you! she cries.

***

Two reasons. Tell me, Gretel. For the snacks. And? My peacock costume. You didn't come to this Halloween party to hang out with me? Monty, you happened to be here. I invited you! You did? Gretel, you're the one who told me to wear this Donald Duck outfit.
No pants, easy access. Yeah, if I were a real duck. You really have your penis inside me, Monty. Is this a good angle? Considering we're humping in a walk-in closet. How about this? Oh, goodness, yes. Yeah? Yes, Monty! Ahhh, yes, Gretel! Shhh! You shhh! Both of you shhh!
Oops. Cumming.

***

Exhibitionism is one thing, but he has taken me to a whole new place. Wearing a short skirt with no knickers to the concert was a giggle, knowing it could flick up had my pulse racing and my heart beating. It was his hand at first, feeling me, parting me and bending me a
little. From behind he pushed into me, the feel of his jeans on my bare legs, the bottom of his zip hitting my clit with each thrust. His hand at the front, grinding my skirt against me. Lets get naked! people say. Why? I now ask.

***

I wake to find him standing at the window, cock in hand, watching the
neighbors. He does not hear as I walk up behind him. I press my lips to his shoulder as I reach around and assist his strokes. I see they are at it again. Do you think they know we watch? I think she may. I move in front of him, brace myself on the windowsill. I bend forward.
I love how rosy last night left your cheeks! He presses deep into me. I moan a little too loudly. Look, dear, she is smiling at us.

***

Slipping into your bed, feeling your warm naked body. My fingers runaround your waist, dipping my finger into your belly button.
Fingers moving toward your precious girls, those perfectly formed twins of desire. Climbing the mountains, traversing the darkened pathway that surrounds their peaks. Easing you onto your back. I lap at your peaks, each in turn gently bumping the summits. Surrounding the summits with the dampness of my
mouth Suckling. Pressing each in turn to the roof of my mouth. Shaking my head teasing them, stretching them. Suckling them more. The peaks of your girls glorious in their stiffness

***

You know this is unknown territory for me? I don't know how far my dark needs will push you.
Yes, as it is for me, and I don't know how far mine will let you. Love me and talk to me and we will be all right. She drops her panties, lays across my lap I survey the view, which cheek first? Right-hand caresses each cheek then rests on the small of her back. Left-hand caresses right then left and back again. Get on with it it's not going to spank itself! A light pat, then. SWAT! SWAT! SWAT!

***

Don't you fucking move! Yes, Sir. Pushing her legs back, patting her pussy. What's this? My pussy. Your pussy. Slapping it a little harder before sliding three fingers in with ease. Try again. Your pussy, slap. Your cunt, pumping three fingers. Your sopping cunt. I'm going to lick my sopping cunt until you cum and then I'm going to fuck it full of my cum. Please, sir, please use your cunt, please put my cock in your cunt. Your cock? Yes sir, my cock, with a smirk, her voice dropped to a whisper, and
don't you fucking forget it. Sir.

***

My girl or her bestie? Left or right? Their making out continues taunting me with their spread cracks. Whose asshole and cunt shall I engage? Which pair of cheeks should I pummel? I walk, stroke and grow in mass as their top holes wink at me.
I relent. First the best friend for a minute, then my girl for another. Their cries and swears into each other's mouths lead to my exuberant emission. Surging and stiffening into my girl's pink butt-hole, her friend drops below us, awaiting the anal creampie meal. Wait. Am I the first they've done this with?

***

Sitting cross-legged, with sustained focus, the unfamiliar sensation builds. A jolt at the base of her spine sends a leaping flame flickering over her clit. A wave of warmth sweeps up from her belly to a sense of empowerment and gladness of heart. A growl escapes her throat then a sharp mental clarity floats into a deep, thrumming, universal peace. After an endless moment, opening her eyes, she finds the whole class staring at her. If you've quite finished, snaps the teacher, we'll move on to
downward dog.

***

Her name is Belle Jeaune, least that's what she calls herself now. Nude model, age something near 70. This isn't a job of desperation, buttressing her SSI. This has been her whole life. Working the LA photo scene, she posed for Friedlander and Heinecken on
down. They called her the Ice Maiden. The stage is right and the lights, but she is not there for me. Behind the camera, I shed my clothes and look again. Her body glows with radiant life and embracing eyes. Yes, darling, now you see. Those boys, they didn't know how to turn
the key.

***

She is sitting as I instructed, nude, at the foot of the bed. I retrieve the box she gave me and remove the blue velvet blindfold. You can remove this any time you want to, and use your safe word. Yes Sir, I know, I will. I know she saw the paddle, flogger, cane, tickler I placed on the
dresser across from her. She trembles as I move them. She has goose bumps and her nipples are erect. I lean in and kiss her softly as I caress her titties, bringing them together. My throbbing cock slides between them. Yes!

***

Another might have scoffed, but sitting naked and cross-legged
opposite, I know his mind is wide open to all possibilities. Our knees are close with wrists over them, one face-up, one face-down. Eyes closed, breathing together, bodies swaying in time. The tingle starts in my hand as I feel the heat from his hovering over it. Expanding through my body, refocusing on my centre, heating my core. A tear slips down my cheek like the energy falling from my hand, but with a smile, returning to my lover more than he gave and at the same time receiving once more.

***

Caroline, you know how much I admire your talent as a sculptor. Your eye, the dexterity of your hands creating a work of art, it just staggers me. Thank you, my love. And what an honor it is that you would use my body as your model, your muse. Seeing you laying there, gloriously naked and open to me, how could I choose otherwise?
It's just that maybe you should go a bit more abstract. Why? I just saw old man Connor out on the porch trying to fuck your pussy pumpkin. Again.

***

where the sand gives way to the lapping of the ocean. Her hair was tousled and half way down her back, she was crouching, and her honeyed skin was naked as the day she was born. Moving towards her, I knew nothing more than she was at home in nature and that this was one of her safe spaces.

In the quietness of the scene, a monarch butterfly fluttered by, alighting on her head. The omen clear I knew that she would be mine

***

I couldn't believe what I was seeing. I was just doing the banking before lunch and now we were sitting on the floor as robbers emptied

the vault. She thought she was being subtle. I could see her hand through the split in her skirt, moving back and forth. Her chest was rising and falling before rising higher. Torn between caution and riding the wave, she bit her lip as her head fell back. When her breathing calmed, she opened her eyes and looked

into mine. With a smile and raised eyebrows, she just gave me a tiny shrug.

***

Honey! Whadda we know?'Sweet.'Dribbly.'Sticky.'For two honeymooners resting their loins, this is not helping. Jared, whispering:I want to slurp it out of you like a bear.' A moan escapes Anna, the bull inside rearing, trawling the ground. She tries one:I want you to smear it over my face with your cock.' Free samples. Rushing blood. Tour shuffles on. But a moaning storeroom interrupts. Guide opens the door, tourists jostling to see:

Jared's honey-soaked digits ravage Anna's cunt while she, delirious, lathers his cock. Lips pursed, the guide sneaks them another sample before closing the door.

***

Pick one envelope, green=go, pink=pussy, black=dark, follow the clues, collect the items. I leave the room. He opens the black envelope (as I knew he would). 1 GARAGE: black X on the toolbox, a flogger 2 LIVING ROOM: a picture of the moon 3 KITCHEN: lube and butt plug 4 BEDROOM: I am there, bent over the bed naked. He sees the tattoo, a large X across my butt, which forms arrows when

my cheeks are parted. Like a treasure map, X marks the spot! I knew you would pick black. I wanted your first anal to be special.

***

Naked on the floor, he has gone to fetch his ink and brushes. Sitting astride a leg, he starts on my bum. Softly touching and stroking, fleeting and whisper-light. Forming lines with care and precision. The first contact starts my juices flowing and distracts me from my task. Not a sign of degradation, one of love. A heart, an arrow, his initials in the middle. His heart given to me to keep safe while

marking me as his and his alone. Fingers push into me, curving up needing more. Take me! Mark me again! Sliding in, slowly, deeply, lovingly.

***

I find that I have submitted more often to his will, and surprisingly have enjoyed. Little by little, we have learned of each other's kinks

(him spanking me, me watching him stroke). We've mutually enjoyed, so far. I love how he teases me when blindfolded, how he rubs lotion on my cheek after a few swats, the way he inserts a finger or two to make sure I am enjoying, how hard he gets doing so. I'm becoming his sub, at least in the bedroom. Will you marry me? he asks. CUNT! (My safe word). We need to talk!

***

Like petals of a flower opening to me as she lowers herself. I put my hands up to offer her support, keeping her slightly off me. Slowly lapping at her folds, kissing and tasting all of her. Sucking on her lips and clit, trying to push my tongue into her. I can taste her getting wetter and wetter, hear her breathing getting harsher. Her legs are quivering, it won't be long. I lower my hands, she is in control now, grinding on my nose, sliding against my tongue

and lips. Riding my face to her climax. Love you! she cries.

***

Two reasons. Tell me, Gretel. For the snacks. And? My peacock costume. You didn't come to this Halloween party to hang out with me? Monty, you happened to be here. I invited you! You did? Gretel, you're the one who told me to wear this Donald Duck outfit.

No pants, easy access. Yeah, if I were a real duck. You really have your penis inside me, Monty. Is this a good angle? Considering we're humping in a walk-in closet. How about this? Oh, goodness, yes. Yeah? Yes, Monty! Ahhh, yes, Gretel! Shhh! You shhh! Both of you shhh!

Oops. Cumming.

***

Exhibitionism is one thing, but he has taken me to a whole new place. Wearing a short skirt with no knickers to the concert was a giggle, knowing it could flick up had my pulse racing and my heart beating. It was his hand at first, feeling me, parting me and bending me a

little. From behind he pushed into me, the feel of his jeans on my bare legs, the bottom of his zip hitting my clit with each thrust. His hand at the front, grinding my skirt against me. Lets get naked! people say. Why? I now ask.

***

I wake to find him standing at the window, cock in hand, watching the

neighbors. He does not hear as I walk up behind him. I press my lips to his shoulder as I reach around and assist his strokes. I see they are at it again. Do you think they know we watch? I think she may. I move in front of him, brace myself on the windowsill. I bend forward.

I love how rosy last night left your cheeks! He presses deep into me. I moan a little too loudly. Look, dear, she is smiling at us.

***

Slipping into your bed, feeling your warm naked body. My fingers runaround your waist, dipping my finger into your belly button.

Fingers moving toward your precious girls, those perfectly formed twins of desire. Climbing the mountains, traversing the darkened pathway that surrounds their peaks. Easing you onto your back. I lap at your peaks, each in turn gently bumping the summits. Surrounding the summits with the dampness of my

mouth Suckling. Pressing each in turn to the roof of my mouth. Shaking my head teasing them, stretching them. Suckling them more. The peaks of your girls glorious in their stiffness

***

You know this is unknown territory for me? I don't know how far my dark needs will push you.

Yes, as it is for me, and I don't know how far mine will let you. Love me and talk to me and we will be all right. She drops her panties, lays across my lap I survey the view, which cheek first? Right-hand caresses each cheek then rests on the small of her back. Left-hand caresses right then left and back again. Get on with it it's not going to spank itself! A light pat, then. SWAT! SWAT! SWAT!

***

Don't you fucking move! Yes, Sir. Pushing her legs back, patting her pussy. What's this? My pussy. Your pussy. Slapping it a little harder before sliding three fingers in with ease. Try again. Your pussy, slap. Your cunt, pumping three fingers. Your sopping cunt. I'm going to lick my sopping cunt until you cum and then I'm going to fuck it full of my cum. Please, sir, please use your cunt, please put my cock in your cunt. Your cock? Yes sir, my cock, with a smirk, her voice dropped to a whisper, and

don't you fucking forget it. Sir.

***

My girl or her bestie? Left or right? Their making out continues taunting me with their spread cracks. Whose asshole and cunt shall I engage? Which pair of cheeks should I pummel? I walk, stroke and grow in mass as their top holes wink at me.

I relent. First the best friend for a minute, then my girl for another. Their cries and swears into each other's mouths lead to my exuberant emission. Surging and stiffening into my girl's pink butt-hole, her friend drops below us, awaiting the anal creampie meal. Wait. Am I the first they've done this with?

***

Sitting cross-legged, with sustained focus, the unfamiliar sensation builds. A jolt at the base of her spine sends a leaping flame flickering over her clit. A wave of warmth sweeps up from her belly to a sense of empowerment and gladness of heart. A growl escapes her throat then a sharp mental clarity floats into a deep, thrumming, universal peace. After an endless moment, opening her eyes, she finds the whole class staring at her. If you've quite finished, snaps the teacher, we'll move on to

downward dog.

***

Her name is Belle Jeaune, least that's what she calls herself now. Nude model, age something near 70. This isn't a job of desperation, buttressing her SSI. This has been her whole life. Working the LA photo scene, she posed for Friedlander and Heinecken on

down. They called her the Ice Maiden. The stage is right and the lights, but she is not there for me. Behind the camera, I shed my clothes and look again. Her body glows with radiant life and embracing eyes. Yes, darling, now you see. Those boys, they didn't know how to turn

the key.

***

She is sitting as I instructed, nude, at the foot of the bed. I retrieve the box she gave me and remove the blue velvet blindfold. You can remove this any time you want to, and use your safe word. Yes Sir, I know, I will. I know she saw the paddle, flogger, cane, tickler I placed on the

dresser across from her. She trembles as I move them. She has goose bumps and her nipples are erect. I lean in and kiss her softly as I caress her titties, bringing them together. My throbbing cock slides between them. Yes!

***

Another might have scoffed, but sitting naked and cross-legged

opposite, I know his mind is wide open to all possibilities. Our knees are close with wrists over them, one face-up, one face-down. Eyes closed, breathing together, bodies swaying in time. The tingle starts in my hand as I feel the heat from his hovering over it. Expanding through my body, refocusing on my centre, heating my core. A tear slips down my cheek like the energy falling from my hand, but with a smile, returning to my lover more than he gave and at the same time receiving once more.

***

Caroline, you know how much I admire your talent as a sculptor. Your eye, the dexterity of your hands creating a work of art, it just staggers me. Thank you, my love. And what an honor it is that you would use my body as your model, your muse. Seeing you laying there, gloriously naked and open to me, how could I choose otherwise?

It's just that maybe you should go a bit more abstract. Why? I just saw old man Connor out on the porch trying to fuck your pussy pumpkin. Again.

***