Story Time: Chances

Sometimes life has a funny way of giving you just what you need just when you need it, even if you're too caught up with the day to day to even realize that it's been missing. These were the thoughts on my mind as I slipped between the warm sheets on a cold winter's night. I hadn't realized just how much I had missed not only the intimacy but the excitement of finding a person that you connect with and the way that your body instinctively reacts. We hadn't known each other long yet on some level we seemed to recognize each other.  There was something there and it was something that neither of us seemed willing to ignore.  We had spent hours together, both ignoring our individual responsibilities, so that we could talk and explore things further. Now, night had come and it was just me alone in bed with my thoughts.

It didn't take long for my thoughts to turn to that first sweet kiss that we had shared. It was teasing. It was light, but it spoke of the possibility and promise of so much more. It was that promise that had my hands sliding slowly over my warm skin. I couldn't help but wonder if it would feel as natural as things did now. Somehow, I felt it would. There was something there, something just waiting to be discovered and not only enjoyed, but appreciated.

It was on that thought that my eyes slid closed, not to sleep but to enjoy the fantasy..the fantasy of him, the fantasy of us. I wondered if he knew how already he affected me, how I had been on edge multiple times that day with a desire to reach out and touch him and to have him touch me.  It would start with soft little caresses, the kind that those exploring boundaries would share; a brush of the hand against a thigh or fingers against the chest. When those weren't put off, it would advance to more bold moves..my hand resting on his thigh, him playing with my fingers, both of us knowing what we wanted, but willing to enjoy the dance.

Already, just thinking about this, my breathing deepened and my hands started a slow exploration of my body, slowly caressing it, my fingers becoming more bold as I imagined his would. Perhaps time would be lost to us as we moved from one stage to the next, eagerly learning each other's bodies as well as our desires.

There is something magical about that first time with another person, with the right person. Just thinking about it, I could feel that magic coursing through my veins as my hands slid first over my chest, pausing to tease and to torment before sliding down over my soft skin. I whimpered, the sound loud in the otherwise silent room. I never heard it. I was too caught up. With one hand, I teased and tormented while with the other I soothed and caressed. It was a dangerous game. Too much too fast and it would be over before it started, but I knew my body well. I knew how to take myself higher and higher without setting myself over the edge.

What was it about him that already drove me to places that I very rarely went? Why was I prepared to open my very heart and soul to someone that had just become a part of my life? Honestly, for once in my life, I didn't care. I only cared that he made me laugh and made me smile. He made me feel beautiful and desirable and now, here I was..his name crossing my parted lips as I drove myself ever closer to that elusive edge.

My whimpers had changed to quiet moans as my body trembled beneath the onslaught of my own fingers. I refused to allow myself to touch the one part of me that desperately wanted it the most. I wanted to stay within the fantasy, to live those first moments for as long as I could. In my own mind, I could see his face, watch his eyes as he parted my thighs and slid between them.  It was that amazing moment when two people join together and for that single moment, the world stops.

In reality, it was my own soft, eager fingers that spread my desire dampened lips and slipped inside, moving in such a way that though I was alone, I instinctively bit down on my lip to quiet the sounds that were escaping. Somehow I knew that when that moment came, it wouldn't be soft and sweet or even hard and fast, it would somehow be inexplicably us. It would be our moment and now, here in the fantasy, that it had arrived, there was no stopping it.

My fingers took on a life of their own, relentlessly pushing me onward as my heart raced and his name flowed past my lips, not smooth and steady but caught up on each whimpering gasp. I could no more stop that than stop my desires to run my fingers over his body, memorizing it with my touch. We had said that we will be whatever we will be but the promise was there and it was on that promise I fell over that mystical edge. It wasn't sweet or delicate like they portray in the story books. It was hard and fast and left me gasping for air as my body shuddered. It was delicious, sweet relief and it rocked my entire body.

After..after the room stopped spinning and I was able to form coherent thought again, I pulled the covers closer around me and snuggled down against the pillows, already looking forward to the following morning when I would see him again. After years of being careful, maybe it was time for this girl to add a bit of adventure to her life.

Happy Valentine's to all of the lovers out there, no matter what form that takes. Life is nothing without love and no matter the form that comes in, it is something to be cherished and nurtured. Let love define you, not anyone or anything else. Let love guide your paths through life. Be good to one another. Be good to yourself. You are your most important lover. You are the caretaker of a beautiful soul. Never forget to love yourself. The rest will fall into line when it's time...and to one of my favorite valentines (for all the world is my valentine since everyone needs love), thank you for already loving me and for bringing me smiles and laughter. I look forward to our adventure, no matter which path it might take.

Story Time: The Barn

There were certain benefits to living in the middle of nowhere. The barn was one of those. From the outside, it didn't look like much. Just an old barn at the back of the property. The outside was misleading. If you were to step inside, you would find far more than just storage shelving and boxes. You would find a secret place that few would ever know existed. When she'd first moved here, the barn had been a miserable place not even worth throwing old boxes into. She'd spent more time and money on fixing it how she'd wanted than she had on the interior of her own home. New floors had been poured and laid and a dividing wall had been put up. The front of the barn was typical garage type storage. It was what was behind the wall that would have shocked some and impressed others. Storage cabinets lined the walls. The floors were shining hardwood and standing in the middle of the floor stood a well built A-frame. Anyone who wandered in here would think they'd found an exotic dungeon and they would be right. Nobody wandered in though. This space was a closely guarded secret and she let few in its doors. Today, she would be allowing someone new in.

She would meet him at the end of the driveway. Today, she belonged to him and her own inner protocol dictated that she be there waiting for him. Had this not been a public location, she would have awaited him kneeling. She had already prepared the space. On a small table, she had laid out a variety of floggers, crops and paddles. On another, she had placed furs, knives and coils of carefully bundled ropes. The cabinet doors were all unlocked to give him access to anything she may not have thought of. Looking around one last time, she shut the door behind her and walked to the end of the driveway.

Had anyone been watching, they would have seen his car pull up and what would appear to be two old friends talking. She tucked her arm into his and casually walked back down the driveway, describing the property and what she had done to it since she had moved in. When they reached the barn, she unhooked the latch on the door and led him inside. There, in the cover of the building, he wrapped his hand in her hair, a move that few people knew could bring her to her knees. He felt her wobble and smiled to himself. He had found the first of her weaknesses. Before the day was done, he intended to see what else had that kind of affect on her. 

She led him through the door in the back and into her private space. His eyes widened with appreciation as he looked around. The space was comfortable yet sexy as hell and the little bit of nerves that he could feel as he touched her excited him. He released her, but only long enough to close the door behind them, locking them away from the outside world. For as long as they were here, it would only be the two of them. Taking her by the hand, he led her to the middle of the space. There, he stepped back to admire the picture that she made. It was nice, but it would get better. 

He ordered her to undress and watched her as she did so. She quickly removed each item before neatly folding it and laying it on a chair that had been placed in the corner out of the way. Smiling, she came to stand before him once more. His eyes and then his hands ran appreciatively over the curves of her body. He could practically hear her purr as he touched her. It made him wonder what other sounds he could get her to make and with that thought in mind, he led her over to the A-frame.  He centered her beneath it, facing her away from him. The surprise of what would come next would just add to what he was about to do to her. 

She had laid out a variety of bondage materials. There were handcuffs and leather cuffs as well as the rope. He found her eye for detail and her consideration for his possible desires a lovely trait. He liked that she wanted to please him in any way that she could. Taking a length of rope, he uncoiled it and used it to bind each of her wrists before looping it up and over a hook inserted in the top of the frame. With her arms stretched above her head, he knelt in front of her to repeat the process with her ankles, this time binding them to the frame itself. 

She squirmed just a little. She wasn't used to being tied like this. It was exciting but it made her just a little bit nervous at the same time. She was a woman used to being in control and to not only be bound but to be turned away from seeing anything took her out of her comfort zone. She'd known though that this would be a possibility. She wasn't afraid and if she were honest with herself, the excitement far outweighed her nerves. 

He could feel her nerves as he ran his hand up her soft body. Her body was practically humming with the combination of emotions racing through her. He liked that. He liked keeping her guessing. It added to his own enjoyment of their time together. Giving her nipple a friendly tweak, he stepped around behind her to see what had been laid out and what he might want to start with. Picking up a soft piece of fur, he wrapped it around his hand and came to stand behind her again. He felt her soft shudder of pleasure as he ran the fur over her back and down over the rounded cheeks of her ass. He watched as her head dipped forward and her eyes drifted shut. Normally he would demand they stay open but he wanted to watch her natural reactions. Commands and orders could come later. 

He took his time warming her up, running his hands and the fur over her body before switching over to one of the soft leather floggers laying on the table. He didn't swing it, he merely draped it over her body, letting the falls caress her skin. She stood silently but he could feel the energy in the room. He continued caressing her bare skin with the flogger, every now and then bringing it back and letting it now thud against her. He heard her soft sigh and realized that she was actually moving back into each swing. Chuckling, he set up a steady rhythm with the flogger, letting her get used to the pattern and the slow increase in weight behind each swing. 

He waited until he knew her skin was warm and tingly and then he switched to another flogger. This one wasn't leather, but actually a plastic. Again, he started slow, teasing her with the feel of it against her skin before bringing it back. This time, she didn't move into the blow but stood there.  He knew that the slash of the plastic must sting but other than the occasional whimper, she never moved. After a few minutes, she started leaning back into the blows. By this time, her skin was pink and glowing. He worried about hurting her, but she had warned him that she could take much more than it would appear. Trusting her, he kept up the rhythm while reaching for a horse hair flogger with his other hand.  This one, he knew would sting and yet when he brought it across the back of her thighs and ass, she didn't move away. He heard her whimper and walked around her. Her head was still down and her eyes were still closed. He draped the flogger across her shoulders and raised her chin with his hand. Her eyes opened again for a moment but closed as he gathered her close to kiss her. She poured herself into the kiss, straining against the ropes to get closer to him. When they parted, neither one of them was steady. 

Taking a deep breath, he ran his hand down over her chest and her stomach to rest between her legs. She wasn't just wet, she was soaked. He slid a finger inside, his mouth moving to capture her moan. Her body was primed and in no time at all, he had her writhing against his hands, begging him for release. The flogger fell to the floor, momentarily forgotten. His attention was focused solely on bringing her to orgasm. Her attention was focused solely on him and the feelings that he was creating deep inside of her. He kissed her again, his hands never stilling their movements on and inside of her. She pulled against the ropes, begging him to let her cum. He leaned over her, his mouth now up against her ear as he spoke the words she was so desperate to hear, "Cum, my pet." Her body bucked against him, only the ropes now holding her in place. When it was done, he slowly released her from her bonds and allowed her to curl up against the A-frame, watching him as he replaced the items that he had used. 

She smiled, watching him, enjoying the feeling of complete mellowness that always followed something like this. He kept an eye on her, making sure that she was ok. She liked that. It showed that she was more than just a scene to him. She was a person who mattered. When he was done, he helped her to her feet then sat down on the chair that was placed in the other corner. It was a large chair, made for relaxing and he pulled her down on his lap. With her head resting against his shoulder, he quietly ran his hand over her hair and down her back. This was a quiet time and neither of them felt the urge to talk. Together, they had both experienced something new together and this was the time after for them to just be against one another. 

After a while, she stirred and raised her head to look at him. He smiled and gently kissed her before allowing her to slide off his lap and get dressed again. She walked to the door and held out a hand to him. He placed his in hers and together, they went to explore the other areas of her home that she had spent so much time creating.

Story Time: The First Time

She had waited weeks for this night to happen. Now, she wasn't so sure that she was ready for this. This was unlike anything she had ever done and she wasn't quite sure that she hadn't lost her mind at some point. Glancing at the clock, she knew though that it was too late to back out. He would be here any minute. 

Sighing softly, she glanced in the mirror one more time. She knew there was nothing more that she could do. She was who she was and he would either be interested ...or he wouldn't. It was that second option that had her nervously glancing around the room. She didn't know his likes or his expectations so there hadn't been much that she could do to prepare for this visit. It was in her personality to try to make everything perfect. She wanted to please him, but this time, she worried that she was out of her league. 

Caught up in her own thoughts and worries, the knock at the door startled her. Somehow ten minutes had passed and she had been unaware of it. She didn't want to keep him waiting but nerves had her hesitating to approach the door. She stood there, staring at the door, nervously running her tongue over her lips as thoughts slid through her mind in rapid fire succession. When the second knock came, however, she took a deep breath and slowly opened the door. 

There he was. The man who she'd spoken to, emailed with and fantasized about for the past two months. She stood there, one hand still on the doorknob and looked up at him. She didn't realize how her eyes gave everything away. Looking down into their large, dark depths, he could see the nerves battling with her excitement. Taking her chin in his hand, he leaned over to kiss her softly before asking if she was going to let him come in. 

The fact that she blushed amused him. How was it that he had found a girl who talked about sex, wrote about sex and even taught about sex yet when it became at all personal blushed like she'd never heard the word before? This woman was an enigma and he never tired of learning more about her. Tonight, he would be learning a side of her that they had only fantasized about.

Unaware of what was going on his mind, she stepped aside to allow him to enter the room. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath and then closed the door behind her, knowing that this was it. This was the moment that she would find out if their attraction was mutual or one that she had only hoped for. 

The door had barely closed when he took her into his arms. The moment his lips touched hers, she knew she was lost. For this night, she belonged to him. She wouldn't allow herself to think of any other night. For them, this was their time. She didn't know what would happen after this and with his arms holding her tight, she didn't care. Tomorrow would take care of itself and for tonight, she would take care of him. 

He was strong and she reveled in that. She loved how he could move her wherever he wanted. He loved her eagerness and her desire to please him. Combined, they could have powered Las Vegas for a week with their energy. There wasn't any talk, just movement. Without a word, he ordered her to strip down to nothing more than the black lace that she wore under her clothes. 

This time, there were no blushes. He held her captive with his eyes as her hands undid each button and slid each zipper down. When she finished, she folded each piece and placed it onto a chair before coming to stand before him once more. His eyes drank in the creamy whiteness of her skin against the black of her remaining clothes. Of their own accord, his hands came up to trail lazily from her chin, down over her chest only to come to rest at her hips as he pulled her in for another kiss. Then, with a slight swat on the ass, he nudged her back from him so that he could stand. 

Once he was standing, he took her by the hand and guided her over to the open doorway between the bedroom and the bathroom. Then, taking each one of her hands in turn, he pressed a lingering kiss to the inside of each wrist before slowly wrapping the rope around each one. He had every intention of taking his time and creating an atmosphere where time stood still. 

Silently, he continued his work; draping and dragging rope against her bare skin. Soon, the only sounds in the room were of her slightly ragged breathing as her skin became more and more sensitive to his touch and the feel of the rope. In what could have been mere minutes or hours, he had her completely secured to the door frame. He knew she wouldn't try to get away but even if she did, there wasn't anywhere that she was going to go. The ropes would hold her in place.

He had considered blind folding her but decided that he wanted her to watch him, to know the slow torture that he had planned for her. He wanted to watch her eyes, now so alert and watching him go blank with desire. They were new to each other and he planned to take his time exploring and learning her body. Since he had finished tying at her ankles, he decided that would be a good place to start to introduce her to the pleasures he had in store for her that evening.

Sitting back, he slid one hand up around the back of her calf, letting his fingers gently stroke and caress there while his other hand slid up the back of her other leg. He smiled as he heard her soft, quick intake of breath before leaning forward to press a soft kiss to her inner thigh. This time, he felt the slight tremor that rippled through her body as his hands slid higher, first to her thighs and then to her waist as he raised himself up on his knees. He smiled up at her as his fingers teased along the waist of the black lace that barely covered her. 

She didn't know what to expect, where his hands or mouth might go next. For weeks, he had teased her with what it might feel like to have his mouth tormenting the soft junction between her thighs. Part of her expected him to start there, but he didn't. Instead, his hands continued their trek upward and his body rose to press up against hers. She swayed in the ropes that held her in place, not to get away but to press closer to him. She wanted to feel his hands on her body and his lips pressed against hers. With her eyes, she begged him to touch her. With her body, she tried to show him just how much she wanted him. 

His eyes locked with hers as with one hand he held her close and with the other, he traced his fingers up her spine until his fingers were tangled in the hair at the base of her neck. It was then and only then that he kissed her. His lips were firm and warm as they teasingly brushed against hers. She whimpered and his fingers tightened in her hair, pulling her head back until her neck was open to his mouth. Knowing how much it would drive her crazy, he nibbled along her jaw line before lightly bathing her exposed throat with his tongue. 

She was a woman who wanted someone to realize that she was more than just boobs and a quick roll in the hay. She wanted someone to take their time with her, to make her feel cherished and desired. Feeling his body against hers and his mouth slowly roaming over her throat, she was sure that she had finally found the person who could do that. She couldn't hold back the whimper that escaped her parted lips as she felt him lightly nip her throat and then run his tongue over the spot to sooth the sting. Her head fell back, his hand no longer needed in the curls that draped over her shoulders and down her back.

Sensing her submission, he moved his mouth lower, teasing over the hollow in the base of her throat and then down to brush over her sensitive breasts. The combination of his mouth and hands on her was driving her crazy. The scent of her arousal teased his nose as he slid one hand down to caress over her panty covered mound. With his mouth, he pressed nibbling kisses over the tops of her breasts. Her skin was so soft and smooth and he found that he couldn't resist a few extra tastes of it. Her body was pliant in his hands and there was no resistance as once again he lowered himself so that he was kneeling before her. 

It was the touch of his lips against her inner thigh that first caused her head to snap back up. She looked down at him, her eyes wide as he nibbled his way up one thigh and then the other. As he reached the apex of her thighs, he would gently, teasingly brush against her panties. It wasn't long before she was quivering against him and the lace covering her was damp to the touch. Feeling her excitement was incredibly arousing and he couldn't resist the urge to see just how far he could push her. 

Holding her close with one arm, he slid his hand up between her legs.  This time, however, he did more than tease her. Brushing her panties to one side, he cupped her with his hand, his fingers pressing lightly into the damp flesh. Her eyes slid closed again and her head fell back. It'd been too long since she'd been touched like this and that mere touch was almost too much for her. Her body instinctively pressed forward, wanting more than just a touch. 

Laughing softly, it was him who first broke the silence by speaking to her. Tracing one finger along the warm, dark crevice, he smiled up at her..a bit of a wicked smile if she'd been looking, but she wasn't. She was too caught up in the feelings that were stirring deep inside of her and threatening to overwhelm her. When he spoke, it was a simple question. "Do you want this, my pet? Look at me and tell me if you want this."  It took every bit of her remaining control to raise her head and to look down at him. This time, she caught the gleam in his eye as he awaited her answer. In what was a mere whisper of sound, she spoke just one word. "Please." 

Then, he watched as her eyes grew large again as he reached into the bag next to him and pulled out a knife. It was a beautiful thing and she smiled appreciatively at it as he brought the blade up close to her soft skin. She knew no fear though the back of the knife was cold against her bare skin. With a quick flick of his wrist, he quickly dispatched of the lace that had been hiding her from him. He sat the knife once again to the side and tugged the fabric from between her legs. This was a slower process as he intentionally let it run up against her already sensitive skin. He relished the quick little intakes of breath and the soft moans as he replaced the fabric with his fingers.

She was slick beneath his touch and beyond caring that the stretch marks that covered her body were now all visible to him. She couldn't focus. She could only hold on and pray that she survived the assault of his hands and mouth on the most intimate parts of her body. The scent of her arousal filled the air and she moaned as his tongue traced the soft folds of skin that were hidden there. She longed to reach down and brace herself, but she was helpless against him as his hands and the rope held her firmly in place. 

Her last coherent thought before he slid his tongue in to tease against the ring nestled in her folds was that she had never given up this much control to anyone. After that, there was no more thinking. It was all she could do to hold on as her body pressed itself closer to the strong hands and mouth that were doing their best to drive her insane. Her body and mind were no longer her own. They belonged to him and he played them like he would a fine musical instrument. He took his cues from her, learning quickly what would cause her to moan and what would cause her body to pull against the ropes holding her in place. 

He drove her, pushing her right up against the edge and then easing her back again. He repeated this process again and again until she was little more than a quivering mass against him. Reaching down, he released the knot that held her legs in place, coiling the rope next to her as he unwound it from her legs. He smiled, watching her body as it quivered and instinctively tried to keep him close to her. Running a soothing hand up her thigh, he quietly reassured her that they were only getting started. He just wanted to move her to a safer and more comfortable location for what was to come. 

She tried taking a deep breath but it didn't help much. Her body was on fire. The only thing she could think of was getting him close to her again. Once her arms and hands were free, she reached out to him, wanting to feel his skin under her hands. Her hands feverishly pulled at the clothes that he was still wearing. He had undressed her but hadn't removed anything of his own. Reaching down, he took both her wrists into one of his hands and shook his head. "Not yet, my pet. You'll get your chance, but not yet."

He led her to the bed where he laid her out and this time, did little more than tie her hands and ankles in such a way that he had full access but she couldn't actually touch him herself. She whimpered in frustration but quieted as once again, he leaned over and started the journey down her body. He paused to nibble at the sides of her breasts and to teasingly stroke a finger and then this tongue over each of her nipples. Soon, she was writhing beneath him, begging him to take her over that edge. This time, he was happy to oblige. Sliding down between her legs, he slid a finger deep inside of her, groaning a bit himself as he felt just how tight and wet and eager she was for him. Her body welcomed him and already he could feel her pulsing around his fingers. Lowering his face, he again traced his tongue around her sweet folds, rubbing the tip up against her ring. Her hips arched of their own accord so he placed his free hand against the warmth of her belly, gently but firmly holding her in place. 

His lips and tongue moved against her, savoring the sweetness that was coating her. She was sweet, like honey and every movement of his mouth and hand brought a bit more of it to his mouth. He did more than taste. He feasted and when he knew she couldn't take any more, he pressed one final kiss and slid off the bed to stand next to her. By this point, she was begging him, not just with her body but with her eyes and her lips. Soft words of pleading slid past them as honeyed as what he had just tasted. He smiled and leaned over to kiss her long and hard before standing to remove his own clothing. Unlike her, he didn't fold it but let it lay where it fell.  They were both too aroused to care if something got a wrinkle in it. 

Sliding back between her legs, he released the ropes again, this time letting them slide to the floor. He paid them no attention. His focus was completely on her. He leaned over to kiss her and this time, her hands came up to run over his shoulders, eagerly touching him wherever she could reach. Her hands were like silk against his heated flesh. They glided over him, memorizing the feel of him against her. When one of those soft hands wrapped itself around him, his quick intake of breath combined with what was beneath her fingers told her just how much he wanted her. Nuzzling her lips against his shoulder, she tasted the desire on his skin as her hand gently stroked and caressed him. She could feel his breathing change beneath her lips and she couldn't stop the smile that spread across her lips. 

He felt it and decided that it was time he reminded her just who was in control. Reaching down, he groaned as he wrapped her wrist in his fingers and brought her hand back up over her head. Soon, he had both of her wrists trapped above her head and he was kneeling between her legs. Leaning down, he kissed her hungrily and while his mouth had hers captured, he slid up and inside of her. For a moment time stood still as they both adjusted to the feeling of their coming together at last. They had waited months for this moment and patience was no longer an option. They were together and with their bodies finally joined, they moved desperately against one another. Each of their trusts was met eagerly by the other. The only sounds in the room were of two bodies frantically joining and two sets of moans entwining in the air. Together they raced towards that edge and this time, nobody hesitated but instead, with him buried deep inside of her, they plunged over together. Her body was wrapped around his and his fingers pressed deep into her soft flesh where he held her close to him.

Gradually, the outside world started to creep in and he slid off of her, turning on his side and pulling her into his arms. She snuggled in close and smiled when she felt the soft kiss that he pressed to the top of her head. Yawning sleepily, she turned in his arms so that she could rest her cheek against his chest. Snuggled into this position she felt as well as heard his chuckle when she sleepily murmured, "Well hi there..." The last words she heard as she drifted off into a very contented sleep were, "Well hi to you too..."