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Heather (MF, mc)
by Anon NixPixer (c) 1994
*
If the truth were known, I would never keep this diary unless I
believed it would become a meaningful chronology.
But I am committed to this project now. I am intent upon making
Heather into my fantasy lover.
Her mouth is full and her lips are meant to be kissed and tasted. It
amazes me when I think of how sexually expressive her mouth is. Her
lips glisten with temptation as if they were primarily used to be
kissed and only secondarily to form words. They express a life of
their own when she speaks. Her gentle words trickle out between them,
given meaning by the expression her lips form as she speaks. The
flash of her pink tongue as she runs it over her bottom lip is just
another erotic invitation to taste them. Her words are given an
additional softness by their texture.
I was lost in these thoughts when somewhere in the distance I thought
I heard my name.
"Michael?"
By the time she spoke it a third time, I shook my head clear and
returned to the hotel room. I must have looked like a kid who had
been caught with his hand in the cookie jar.
Heather laughed her silly little laugh and asked what took me away on
such a long journey into myself. I took her hand and returned a smile
and asked her if she were sure she wanted to know. She shook her head
yes.
I do not believe I will ever forget the look on her face as I spilled
out the feelings inside of me. I was about to take a step forward
that would change our lives for "better or for worse".
"Heather, I am not sure how to express all that I feel right now. I
will try, but you have to forgive me if it sounds a bit jumbled. I
love you, love you so much that it hurts me to know that we are
predictable and boring," I began.
Heather lowered her eyes and I knew that she was feeling the same
thing.
"I am taking a chance too, on. Look, tell me you can't set your watch
by our sexual routine. I don't mean that it isn't pleasurable, but it
is predictable," she said.
I couldn't help but laugh.
To lighten up the conversation, I continued as if I were a clinical
sex therapist:
"Kiss her mouth... there, that's it! Ummmmmm... nice lips. Now it
is time to nibble on her neck and fondle the right breast. Keep
checking those nipples and see if she is getting hot! Now for a quick
feel between her legs... nope, not wet yet!"
By now both of us were laughing at ourselves.
"Seriously, Heather, can you see it, or is it just me?"
"No, it isn't just you. I have had the same thoughts," she agreed.
"Well," I continued, "I want to do something about it. I want to
refocus our lives on us."
I looked up to see her following my every word and did not have to ask
her if she agreed.
"The problem is simple to define. I have abdicated my position to
circumstances. I have not been strong for you. I intend to change
that, Heather. I want you to agree to one thing only, ok?" I asked.
"Sure, Michael. What is it?" Heather looked into my eyes.
"I want you to become totally submissive to me. I want you to follow
my lead. I know this sounds weird and by today's standards even
abnormal, but I can promise you that you will not regret it for one
moment."
"I don't understand this at all. What do I do?"
"Not a thing, on. Just follow my lead."
When I was through, Heather's eyes were sparkling with moisture and a
radiance that signaled that I had touched her innermost being wrote
itself all over her face. It was a dream come true for her too. I
was not alone in my feelings, Heather was right there in the midst of
them.
Yes, I am sure now that there is much undiscovered love planted deeply
inside both of us. I am going to bring it out in the open. Heather
and I will find a newness and joy unrivaled even by the delight of our
earlier discovery of each other.
I took time today to send flowers to Heather. A simple note was
attached to them, reading:
Dearest Heather:
Please be ready to go out to dinner tonight at 6 pm.
Love, Michael
I wonder if she has them yet?
Heather looked beautiful when I arrived home that night. She greeted
me at the door and I dropped my briefcase in the hall.
I opened the passenger door for her before going to my side. Funny
how a little thing like that politeness had slipped away from me. I
got into the car and put the keys into the ignition. Instead of
starting the car, I looked into her eyes and told her how beautiful
she was. I wanted her to feel sexy and desirable.
"Heather, your breasts are beautiful," I said, and slid a hand under
her blouse to caress one of them. She was startled, but pressed
against my hand.
"When we get home, I want to make love to you, Heather. I want to
feel your warm body against mine. I love you, "I said as I moved away
from her to drive us to dinner. Heather just blushed and made a silly
joke. It was her way of telling me that she was glad I liked them,
but she didn't believe it.
The rest of the evening was spent making small talk and flashing
knowing smiles between us. Several times during the evening, I caught
her off guard by expressing some overtly sexual thought out loud and
out of context. When we got home, Heather was not prepared for what
happened.
Turning out the headlights of the car, I slid over to her and without
saying a word, reached under her skirt and began to slide her panties
off. She began to protest, but I looked sternly at her and told her
to be quiet. She didn't say another word as I continued to remove her
panties.
I slid my hand between her legs to feel that she was more then a bit
ready to make love. I covered her mouth with mine and drank deeply of
her mounting passion. I waited until we were both unable to contain
our desire and stopped.
I opened the door to the car and led her to the house. At the front
door, I pinned her against the house and lifted her dress to her
thighs as I kissed her again. I let my hand find her moist warmth and
slid it over the silkiness of her sex as we kissed passionately once
more.
"Michael, the neighbors!"
"Shhhhhh," was my only reply as I continued to explore her wetness
with my hand.
I could hear aroused excitement in her breath. She was kissing
passionately and moving her body against mine now.
"I want to be inside you, Heather. I want to feel your warmth around
me, to feel the slipperiness of your pussy."
"Mmmmmmmmm, yes, Michael. I want you inside me too"
I pushed her hand to the obvious bulge in my pants and bit her neck as
she began a soft rhythmical stroking motion. I had to stop her before
I came. I was out of control now. Stepping back slightly, I undid
her blouse and unhooked her bra. Lowering my mouth to her breast, I
felt her press backwards into the corner. Her hands found the sides
of my head as she moved her torso, forcing my lips and tongue to bathe
the soft mound of flesh that I loved to fondle.
Heather no longer had mastery over her thoughts or body. I dropped to
my knees and her hand went to her breast and continued to tease its
swollen and sensitive nipple. She gathered her skirt in her other
hand and threw her hips forward, spreading her legs and giving me
access to her warmth. As I tasted her musky sweetness, I heard her
utter involuntary, animal-like noises. Heather was whining her
excitement now as I teased her velvety moisture with the tip of my
tongue.
I looked up to her face and saw her chewing the back of her hand to
try to silence her growing ardor. Her eyes were shut and her
expression spoke of uncontrolled pleasure. Heather was coming now.
Unable any longer to prevent her squeals of delight, or control the
gyration of her hips, she was caught in the rapture of the moment.
Her entire body stiffened suddenly as bolts of pleasure shot through
her lower body. I could feel muscles reacting to the detonation of
thousands of nerve endings.
Ripples of satisfaction crashed through her body and communicated the
intensity to me. I heard her gasping as I continued to force her into
one orgasm after another. I found myself caught up in her passion
unable to stop until she relaxed and slid gently down to replace one
set of lips with the other.
We went into the house and somehow made it to the bedroom and made
love on our bed. Not another word was spoken, our bodies said all
that was necessary.
- Early Morning, the Following Day -
Heather is always up before me. I heard Heather as she came back
upstairs and took her morning bath. I got up and showered quickly and
went to her bathroom and walked in on her. She was startled. I went
to her and took the washcloth and gently began to wash her body. I
asked her not to talk and told her to express herself with her body,
not words. I made her stand up and told her to close her eyes and
think only about the sensations she felt.
I used a soap-covered hand to caress her breasts. The silkiness of
their pliability as they slid underneath my touch caused me to become
instantly erect and my desire to enter her grew with each passing
moment. I saw her tongue dart out to lick her lips as my hand glided
over her belly to the downy patch of pubic hair. Her breath came in
short panting gasps as my hand slid between her legs and caressed her.
I then took a plastic tumbler and adjusted the water to be slightly
hot. Filling the glass I poured it over each shoulder and watched it
as it ran over her breasts and caused the soap to glide down her body,
tracing the feminine lines of her curves. I washed the soap away from
between her legs and kissed her softly. Her breath hissed as my
tongue caressed the tiny pink button of flesh that peeked out from
between the soft folds between her legs.
I then dried her off and pulled a red tee-shirt over her head. It
clung to her, accentuating her full breasts. The erect nipples
pushing against the material brought on more erotic thoughts. The
tee-shirt came to the tops of her thighs, barely covering her
nakedness underneath. Each movement showed a flash of her silky pubic
hair or the space at the top of her thighs just below the roundness of
her full buttocks.
I hugged her to me and told her to go downstairs and fix breakfast for
us. Her eyes begged for a romp in the bedroom, but she obeyed me
without question.
I followed her down the stairs and watched with amusement as Heather
discovered that the tee-shirt was not going to stay in place. It kept
riding up on her, exposing her from the waist down. She blushed and
made childish giggling noises along with some silly remark. I grabbed
her and spun her around.
"Heather, I am not going to tolerate your silly coverup for your
shyness. I love your body. I want it on display to me whenever I
desire. It is not your place to ruin what is erotic and beautiful
with silliness."
I gave Heather a slap on her naked rear to emphasize my seriousness,
then kissed her.
Heather tried her best to act natural while making our breakfast, but
her awareness of her nakedness and my eyes on her body made it
difficult for her. Each time she approached me I emphasized her forced
exhibitionism by touching her lower body. She seemed unsure of how to
act. She was not comfortable with her exposure because she did not
believe in her sexiness and somehow felt silly.
I discovered something that was to become central in my desire to
dominate Heather; I must find ways to transmit my feelings to her.
Heather must feel what I feel, it was up to me to make her feel
sensual and erotic. She would get beyond her own feelings only when
she understood mine.
She sat across from me now as we ate breakfast together. She felt
better now that her nakedness was hidden by the table. I stared at
her for the longest time and asked her why she felt silly.
"I don't know," she replied truthfully, for I believe that she truly
did not realize why.
"Heather," I began to explain to her, "you feel silly because you have
not recognized your own sexuality, or at least you do not believe in
it. You act as if you are captive to what you were taught as a child,
and that is that you are not allowed to expose your body to others
because it is somehow dirty or not right to do that. Well, Heather,
that is not right. Let me put it simply. If you give yourself to me,
then I want all of you. I want to enjoy what you are giving to me,
not be forced to imagine it in the darkness of our bedroom. Your body
is meant to give me pleasure. It was created to create extreme desire
in me for you. Now if you don't want to be desirable, then don't
listen to me. If you do, then let me be the judge of what is sensual
and erotic. You simply enter into it. I know much better then you
now what turns me on and what makes me crazy with hunger for you."
Heather sat there staring as if she wanted to believe me, but was
unsure that what I was saying was true. If it was proof she wanted
then I would give it to her.
I asked her for another cup of coffee and when she arose to get it, I
followed her, taking in the delightful curves that were so erotically
exposed. When she returned to the table, I took the pot from her
hand, pushed the dishes to one end of the table and lifted her onto
it. I pressed her back so that her legs were suspended over the edge.
I moved between them and reached for the server of warm syrup. I
grabbed the tee-shirt and pushed it up and over her breasts, exposing
them.
I poured some of the warm sticky liquid over her torso and began to
smear the sticky substance into her skin. I then began to lick the
syrup from her breasts and belly, arousing her to a fever pitch.
Heather was moaning loudly now, wrapping her legs around me and
pulling me closer to her. I slipped inside her and was welcomed with
a cry of delight. Her back arched off the table as she threw against
me in animal passion. It took only minutes for both of us to explode
into orgasmic frenzy.
Heather was not as demure as we walked upstairs to shower.
The next morning I told Heather that I had taken the day off to be
with her. I picked out her clothes and laid them on the bed. I told
her that we would be shopping for some very special things today,
things to keep her aware of my feelings towards her sensuousness.
Heather looked so lovely in the white blouse and semi-full skirt. Her
legs were beautifully shaped and I loved it when they showed.
I had seen many men follow her with their eyes and it gave me good
feelings to know that she was desirable to others. That served to
exaggerate my feelings of possessing Heather. I enjoyed the little
girl in her as we drove to the mall.
Heather was in a playful mood. She was giggling one minute and sulky
the next. She was reacting to my moods as well as provoking them. I
joined in the fun and only quit as we narrowly avoided an accident
when I was too busy tickling her thighs to see the light turn red.
Heather really made me laugh when she crossed her arms below her
breasts and glanced at me saying, "Some lover you are... not even
willing to have a small accident to play with these". She emphasized
the word "these" by sliding her arms so that one of her breasts were
cupped in each of her hands. I almost drove off the road.
We reached the mall somehow. We were like two kids as we laughed and
joked our way through the parking lot to the entrance. Heather hung
on my arm and I couldn't resist twirling her around. She playfully
hit me and ran ahead, I chased her and when I caught her warned her
that I wasn't above spanking her right there in the parking lot. Her
lower lip curled and then her eyebrows raised up.
"Ha! You wouldn't dare to!" she said to me as she pulled away and ran
a little ahead in case I meant it. I cocked my head and with a stern
look walked towards her. She screamed and ran from me again.
She was backing up now yelling, "Michael! Don't you dare!" I just kept
walking towards her. When I reached her she covered her eyes and
turned around and half yelling, half laughing and screamed "Rape!".
I looked around and people were staring at us. I grabbed her arms and
announced to the people, "It's ok, folks. She's mine. I can rape her
if I want." Heather turned bright red, then sat on the ground in peals
of laughter. I joined her.
When we had regained our composure and the laughter died, we went into
the mall. Once inside, I took her to our favorite place to order a
couple of ridiculous drinks called "windshield washers". The bright
blue drinks were just right for the moods we were in.
Afterwards we made our way to a little shop that specialized in sexy
lingerie. I told Heather that I was going to pick all her clothes from
now on. With Heather beside me, we began the hunt for her new
wardrobe.
First things first. I picked out several bras for her. They were
light and transparent. They hooked in the front and would enhance her
figure without exaggerating it in any way.
The looks on the salesgirl's face could only be appreciated in a photo
as I followed Heather to the small dressing room to watch her try it
on.
"Excuse me, sir! Excuse me! You can't go in there!" she said,
trailing along after us.
"Sure I can," I said smiling at her as I closed the door to the tiny
room.
"God, Michael, you're embarrassing!"
I smiled at her and began to unbutton her blouse. When she had the
new bra on, I fondled her and kissed her. I was delighted as her
nipples hardened and showed clearly through the thin silky fabric of
the bra. I unhooked the front and suckled each warm breast once. I
took her old bra and crumpled it up and shoved it into my back pocket.
I told her to put her blouse back on and we went out to the counter
and I told the sales girl to give us six of them.
Then I asked if they had any garter belts. They did and I picked out
several for Heather along with several pairs of hose. We then paid
for them and I whispered to her to go into the dressing room and
replace her pantyhose with a garterbelt and stockings.
"Oh yes,," I added in a whisper, "you will no longer wear panties
underneath your skirts, Heather." She blushed slightly.
"I hate them anyway," she whispered back.
I asked the salesgirl, who was now unsure of what I was liable to do
or say, if Heather could use the dressing room once more. Then I
watched Heather as she disappeared into the room.
The rest of the afternoon was spent shopping and browsing. Once when
I had her model an outfit that I loved, I got up and asked the woman
waiting on us for some scissors and cut all of the price tags off the
clothing Heather saying that I would buy it.
At one point Heather asked, "Well, aren't you going to ask me if I
like it or not?".
I looked at her and shook my head and said, "No, Heather, I am not."
She said nothing at all and we walked out with her in her new outfit.
I enjoyed the feeling of her small waist as I drew her near to me. We
must have appeared to the world as lovers, and they were right. I
loved Heather more then ever and I was happy to be seen with such a
wonderfully erotic woman.
If they only knew what we knew. My Heather was naked and available to
me, separated by less then a 16th of an inch of fabric from the hand
that rested on her soft cheek. The feeling was exhilarating and
overwhelmingly sensual.
It was time to go home now and we walked to the car. In the middle of
the parking lot, I turned Heather towards me and kissed her warmly. My
hands found their way to her ass as she raised up on tiptoe to return
the kiss.
"Does this excite you, Heather?," I whispered as I pulled her close to
me by pressing on her soft cheeks. It felt wonderful to feel her head
nod yes as she sighed. When we go in the car I didn't start it right
away, but sat there looking at her.
"Does it excite you knowing that you are naked under your skirt,
Heather?"
"Yes."
"I get just as excited knowing that you are so available to my touch.
Heather, I want you to show me how aroused you are."
"How? What do you want me to do?"
"Use your imagination, on," I said as I stared at her lap.
Heather slid forward in the seat and raised her skirt to the top of
her lap and spread her legs a little. I leaned over to kiss her and
let my hand slide between her legs. I was not surprised to find her
very aroused and her fluids added to the warm silkiness of her
petal-like flesh. I began slow rhythmical movements with my hand.
Heather clung tightly to me and closed her eyes. I kissed her neck
and gradually brought her closer and closer to an orgasm. I could
hear her breath coming in short panting gasps now as her legs parted
further and she lifted her hips to meet my hand's motion against her
sex.
In my mind there is no feeling in the entire world then to hear your
name spoken as the one you love erupts into orgasmic rapture. Heather
repeated my name over and over as I felt her legs grip my hand. Her
entire body trembled as she hugged me closer to her and pressed my
hand to her breast. I felt her nipple swell at my touch as she came to
a shivering climax.
"How is that for imagination?," Heather giggled and with a silly,
little-girl smile on her face, she sat back and arranged her skirt.
"Not bad, for a novice!" I said and raised my arm to protect myself
from the swipe I knew would come.
I have prepared very carefully for this because I want her to enter
into it without realizing what was going to happen. It must be built
up to the point that she was seething in uncontrollable passion by
late evening.
I wrote several notes for her and put them in places where she would
not find them until I wished her to. I also went to a local sex shop
and bought some "toys" that would be used later on in the evening.
Before going off to work I let her know how much I loved her and made
certain advances to seal the words. I whispered in her ear that
"tonight would be a very special night." and left home for work. When
I arrived, I made the first of the phone calls home.
"On, I want you to look in my top drawer. I love you!" was all that I
said and hung up.
The first note that she found read as follows:
Dearest Heather:
I want to show my love for you in a VERY SPECIAL way. However there is
a condition attached to it. You must make a decision to trust me
completely and do everything I tell you to do without question or
argument. If you agree please call me back and tell me that you do.
No questions are allowed, just your agreement.
Love, Michael.
Within a minute I had my call. Her voice was alive with excitement
anticipation! She tested the rule just once, but I ignored the
question as if she never spoke it. Knowing what was coming excited
me.
"Wonderful, darling. Now look under my pillow. I love you!," was all
that I said and hung up the phone.
The second note was more to the point. It was more a letter then a
note that said:
Dearest Heather:
You are the most wonderful and erotic woman I have ever known. At
times it hurts me that we do not find the passion that we once knew.
All that is over now and we are about to rediscover each other in new
ways. This day is yours. Tonight you will know delights that you
have never before known. Your body will tremble with a passion for
pleasure that will only be fulfilled as the night wears on and only
when you desire it to be. You, my dear, are my most prized possession.
I want to possess you totally and to do this, you must give me the
gift of yourself, for nothing that is not given freely can truly be
possessed. I want you to yield yourself to me completely and without
question. I am relying on your trust for you to know that I would not
do anything that hurt or endangered you in the least.
I want you to know that your body is wonderful to me. It is erotic and
sensual and drives me crazy. The softness of your breasts, the
hardening of your nipples as I suck on them, the warmth of your pussy
and its sweet taste feeds my fervor for you. I know the wanton fires
that burn inside you as we make love. Tonight you will feel them all
the more.
Before you go on reading this, Heather, please go to the bedroom, take
off your clothes - no questions, you have already agreed to do what I
say. Lay on the bed and while you continue reading, I want you to
explore your body with your hand as if it were me doing it for you. I
want you to feel your own womanhood and all that gives me pleasure.
Do it now before you read the next page.
The note continued on the next page.
As I write this to you, Heather, I am aroused to the point where it is
difficult to concentrate. My mind is filled with the sensuality of
your body and our love. I burn with desire to make love to you now.
I can imagine your soft, supple breasts as they yields at the pressure
of my hands. I can almost feel the nipples as they swell and harden
to my touch. I picture your legs slowly spreading to await my touch.
I know how sensitive your breasts are, how they seem to be connected
directly to your clitoris. I see you in my mind as you move with
passion while I suck each of your nipples into my mouth and delight in
their taste and texture. Heather, close your eyes now and use your
hands to explore your breasts as you imagine me there with you. Try
to feel what I am feeling right now! Do not touch your pussy -yet!
I wish that I was there now, dearest. But I will wait until this
evening. Now, Heather. Just as I would do, let your hand stray over
your tummy, do it slowly, let yourself go and let your desire build.
Feel your own soft flesh. Experience my feelings as I thrill to the
softness and try to resist touching your moist sex. When I am doing
this, I can begin to smell your muskiness that is so sweet and
wonderful. It is so hard for me not to just move right to the center
of your pleasure, and mine!
Let your hand just brush the soft curls of hair. Then lift your leg
so that you can trace your fingertips over the soft flesh of your
inner thigh. Start at your knee and move slowly towards your pussy.
As you move your hand from one leg to the other, let your fingers
lightly touch your swollen clit, not for long, just a quick teasing
touch. Now the other thigh. Do the same and imagine my mouth there,
teasing and nibbling your soft inner leg, moving towards your pussy,
licking in tiny circles. Close your eyes, on, let your mind go. Think
of my love for you and the passion that builds within us as we slowly
build towards the ultimate fulfillment. I want you to let yourself
dream for a few minutes, let your rapture build! Close your eyes and
let go!
Heather, you are now to experience the very thing that makes me want
you the most. Your sweet feminine sex. Let your hand move between
your legs. Feel the smooth moistened flesh. Let your fingers glide
over your sex, Heather. Your pussy is wet and ready for orgasm. It
has prepared itself for pleasure, and it is almost time. Use two
fingers and put them inside you to moisten them with your own sweet
juices. Now spread them a little and move your hand upward to let
them caress your clit on either side of its tiny sensitive shaft.
Feel how swollen it is? Feel the shockwave of pleasure as you stroke
it ever so gently. Oh, Heather, how wonderful you taste when I kiss
you there. How soft the flesh as I gently suck the folds between my
lips. It is so incredibly silky and warm there. Your pussy is the
center of both of our passion, a lovely and wondrous place -bringing
us both rapturous enjoyment. I love to feel its pliability as I move
my tongue over its glistening smoothness. I love to feel you react as
I probe into you with my tongue, how you move against my face.
I can feel your body reacting, you feel it too, Heather. Let your
mind and body go now. Use your hand to bring yourself to orgasm.
Think of the passion we have together. Feel the growing sensations as
your clitoris tries to hide from the coming explosion. Feel the
contractions as they mount in intensity, building deep within you and
rippling out with ever increasing intense pleasure. You are rising
now, Heather to the ultimate voluptuousness. Your body will soon
explode with all of the built up passion into sheer orgasmic
satisfaction. I wish I could see your face at this minute, Heather.
I love you so very much. I ache to be in you now, on. Let it go, now.
Do it for me, Heather. Let me feel your ardor over the distance.
Reach out to me with your mind and body. Come Heather! Let it happen!
Close your eyes now and let it happen!
(on the last page)
Dearest Heather, while you are doing what I asked, I am sitting in my
office imagining your gorgeous form laying on our bed and the pleasure
is beyond description. Call me and tell me what you felt!
I love you. Michael.
And call she did.
When Heather called me, it was evident from her breathlessness that
she had done what I asked her to. She was close to tears as she
thanked me for what I had done to her with the letter. She told me
how she had totally lost herself in the passion aroused by my words.
I told her that I loved her and indicated that the best was still to
come.
She said, "On, I am ready for anything you want. I love you! I really
wish you were home now."
"Heather," I replied, "go to my gray suit hanging in my closet. On
the inside of my jacket there is another note in the pocket. I will
talk to you later on.
And, Heather, thank you for your obedience."
Then I hung up. I was now having a hard time not leaving work to go
home to her. This was amazing! I was getting so much pleasure out of
this. It was working because I felt the same giddiness that I had
felt when we were first married.
The next note read as follows:
My Darling Heather:
Take the time now to take a long hot bath. Pamper yourself. You have
the rest of the day to think about what pleasures await you this
evening. I can promise you that you will experience the utmost in
sexual thrills. Your body must be ready for me as well as your mind.
Tonight you will be kept in constant awareness of your feminine
beauty. For now, enjoy your bath and think of tonight. This is what
you are to do to prepare yourself for our evening. Please do not
question, just do as you are told.
When you are finished, do not get dressed, you are to stay naked until
you complete what I have for you to do. After you are finished with
your bath, please look in my blue overnight bag. In it you will find a
box. Open the box and you will find further instructions. Now go and
take your bath, Heather. I wish I was there to wash you.
Love, Michael"
Heather was to tell me later that she trembled as she stood naked,
reading the note that followed. It read:
Darling Heather:
Your nakedness is easy to imagine. I can visualize you standing there
reading this. Desire builds again! But we will have time for that
later on. For now, you will see that in the box with this note are
four black nylon straps attached to velvet lined leather cuffs. I
want you to tie the straps, one to each corner of the bed. It is here
where you will be made helpless later on this evening. There is also
a length of rope in the box. Pass it under the bed about two thirds
down from the head board. Bring the ends up and lay them on the bed.
This rope will be used to tie your knees apart, totally opening you up
to me. Finally, there is a black silk scarf, it is to be your
blindfold. Place it on the pillows.
As you prepare the bed for your captivity, think of what it will be
like to be tied helpless to our bed, totally exposed for my pleasure.
Imagine yourself, naked and helpless, unable to escape the
manipulation of your body. Your breasts will be exposed, unprotected
by your arms, as your wrists are tied to the headboard unable to
respond to you. Your legs splayed wide,exposing your pussy to whatever
I feel like doing to it. You will be unable to close your legs to
prevent whatever I decide to do.
What will I do? Well, your imagination can devise answers, but you
won't know until it happens. And even then you will only be able to
guess at what is causing the pleasure because your eyes will be
covered by the blindfold. You will not be able to see anything that I
am preparing to do to you. When it happens, it will be a complete
surprise. Suffice it to say, that all has been designed to bring you
to the point of uncontrollable passion!
Now, my dearest Heather. After you have prepared the bed, I want you
to get dressed. However, you are to wear my favorite skirt and that
white silky blouse I love on you! Wear one of your new bras that
unhook in the front and you are NOT to wear any panties. A garter
belt and stockings are to be all you wear under your skirt. I want
you to be aware of your sensuality all day long.
Oh, yes, I almost forgot. I want you to go to the store and get the
following items, two 8 oz porterhouse steaks, a dozen large shrimp,
some pate, frozen raspberries, and some sour cream. In case you
thought of it, the answer is "no!". You will not wear panties out to
the store either.
On the way home, stop by the office. When you arrive, I want you to
come in and close and lock the door behind you. I will tell my
secretary that we do not wish to be disturbed. You will come to my
side and lift your skirt to your waist in the front. I want to see
that you obeyed. If you are a good girl, Heather, I will allow you to
have an orgasm there. I will help you with my mouth! Think of this
while you shop.
Please be here by 3 pm at the latest. I love you, Heather.
Heather arrived at my office right on time. She looked lovely. She
was slightly flushed and I could see in her eyes that she was aching
for my touch. Without a word, she walked to my chair and bent to kiss
me, it was a passionate kiss, filled with promise.
Then she stood and with a quick glance at the door, she began to
gather her dress to her waist. She did this slowly as her breathing
came faster and a little more heavily. I looked, not at her uncovered
legs, but into her eyes as she raised her skirt to expose her
obedience. I knew when she had it totally drawn up because her eyes
now begged me to touch her.
"Please," was all that she murmured as I let my gaze fall on her white
satin-framed pussy, the garter belt providing that extra erotic
stimulus.
I reached out to her and touching her thighs told her to spread her
legs which she did immediately. I let my hand roam over the soft
upper thighs and tickled the flesh on the inside of her legs. Then
suddenly I cupped her entire pussy in my hand and pushed a finger
between the down-covered outer lips. Her pussy seemed burning hot as
I heard her moan with obvious delight. My finger sank into her,
meeting no resistance because of the wetness that had even soaked her
soft brown hair.
I withdrew my hand and looked into her eyes again as I licked the
sweet juices from my finger. Then I stood and turned her so that she
sat on the edge of my desk with her tip-toes just touching the floor.
I unbuttoned her blouse and unhooked her bra. I pulled the soft
fabric back enough to expose her breasts. I could see that her
nipples were swollen and aroused. She pulled me to her and tried to
push my face to her breast. I resisted and told her to be still. I
would decide what was to happen. She groaned and looked at me, her
eyes begging me to make love to her.
While she was sitting there, I picked up the phone and told my
secretary that we were busy and not to disturb us. Heather looked at
me terrified. She knew that the implication of the call was that we
were doing something at which we did not want to be caught, she would
have to pass by Ida on the way out.
I laughed at her concern and said, "Ahhh, but Heather, you could leave
right now, if you wish!" She shook her head "no" and I moved to her
and caressed her breasts. I heard the hiss of her breath as my hands
found her warm mounds of flesh. Once again, she attempted to put her
hands on my head to guide my mouth to her.
"Heather," I said as I placed her hands at her sides and on the desk,
"Do not move again, or I will stop."
Her eyes pleaded once more at the threat of not being allowed to
complete the pleasure she had spent the last two hours imagining. I
knelt before her and brought my mouth to her right thigh. It was hot
and flushed. I felt the quiver as my tongue began to slide over her
skin. Each inch of her inner thighs from the top of the stockings to
the place where her aching pussy opened for my kiss was slowly
explored. I could see how wet she was and the struggle that she was
having to keep her hips still. I could see her swollen clit and inner
lips, their pink hue exaggerated to redness against the brown curls
that framed them. I let my tongue flick over them as I moved from leg
to leg. Then I stopped and looked to Heather's lovely green eyes.
"Heather, tell me what you want! Tell me what you need me to do to
you."
Heather had never been able to express herself when discussing sex.
She stared at me and tried to tell me, but all that came out was the
word, "Please!".
"Not good enough, Heather, you know very well what you want me to do.
Ask me to do it for you, Heather."
She flushed again and finally said softly, "Michael, please eat me."
Not wanting to loose the moment I let it go at that, she would learn
to be a lot more graphic before the night was over. With that I moved
back to take her to the height of pleasure that she ached for. My
mouth found her softness as I spread her lips and drew the soft inner
petals into my mouth. My tongue danced swiftly over her blood-engorged
clit. I found myself drinking in her sweet juices in as they flowed
from her warm pussy in response to my mouth's movements. I felt her
tremble as the first wave of tiny orgasms erupted within her. I could
feel the spasms as they alternately pulled the muscles and let them
relax. I heard her as she allowed a gasp to escape her mouth, lost in
the sensations rippling through the center of her being.
Her knuckles went white as she gripped the edge of the desk in a
useless effort to remain still. I told her to caress her breasts.
She did so quickly as I helped her through a series of orgasms that
would leave her almost unable to stand up afterwards. Her hands
squeezed her breasts and her fingers pinched and pulled at her nipples
as she arched her back and pushed herself to my face. Finally the
over taxed sexual nerves detonated into a sexual frenzy of their own
and released their pentup energies into a tremendous orgasm that
caused Heather to bite her hand in order not to scream.
When Heather had relaxed a little, I stood and held her close to me
and kissed her lips tenderly and softly.
"Go home now, dear. Relax and I will see you at about 6:30. I love
you very much Heather. You are a wonderful lover!"
She hugged me and whispered, "Oh, Michael, I love you too. I want
this to last forever. Thank you so much for this wonderful day."
I walked her to the door and watched her as she knowingly and
carelessly walked past Ida.
As I returned to my desk, I wondered if Heather realized as I did the
new dimension that we were allowing ourselves to enter into in our sex
lives. Heather seemed so natural in her role that I regretted
momentarily not having explored this with her long before. But the
regret was short lived - I was happy that the time was here now. I
gave her about ten minutes to arrive home before I called her again.
This time there was to be no note at all, just verbal instructions.
"Heather, I almost forgot to tell you what I want you to wear
tonight." I said as she answered the phone on the first ring.
"Oh!" was her only reply.
"I want you to detach the cuffs from the cords on the bed. You will
wear them and also the gift that I placed in your bottom drawer this
morning. That is all you are to wear. Is that understood, Heather?,"
I asked.
"Yes, Michael, I understand. I love you," she responded as I hung up
the phone and tried to go back to my work. As it turned out, it was a
useless effort on my part. Visions of my "slave" haunted my every
thought and to attempt to discard them was impossible. I struggled to
contain myself and not leave work early. Finally I busied myself
planning the final details of the evening.
I tried to visualize Heather as she went to the drawer and found my
"present". It consisted of a narrow leather collar and a gold waist
chain which I am sure she would not figure out how to wear. It was
designed to pass around the waist and through a small loop in the
back. The end of the chain was then brought through the legs and
fastened in front. It was adjustable and could be pulled tighter if
one desired. The chain went between her legs and snuggled between her
pussy lips. I would be very surprised if she wore it right!
Suddenly I realized that I had gotten lost in my thoughts. It was
6:15 and time to leave for home. If you have ever driven somewhere
only to realize when you arrive, that you do not remember the drive,
then you know how I felt when I arrived! I hesitated a moment and
gathered my thoughts. I knew that the intensity of the evening would
require a great deal of control on my part. After the stimulation of
the day, I wanted to -- Wait! That is an idea. I got out of the car,
walked to the door and opened it. Suddenly, Heather appeared in the
doorway to the living room. She was naked except for the collar and
cuffs and the chain was dangling at her side after one turn around the
waist.
I just looked at her as I locked the door and strode to where she
stood. Without saying a word, I lifted her and carried her to a chair.
Bending her over the back of the chair, I placed her hands on the arms
and once more told her to stay still. I walked behind her and stroked
the smooth curves of her ass. I let my hand glide between the
satin-like skin of her cheeks, down to her pussy which was already
moist. Without saying a word, I took her roughly from behind. I was
unable to contain myself and from the moment I entered her I was out
of control from the days pent-up passion.
I heard her as she responded to my use of her body. She began to
throw her hips backwards in rhythm to my forward movements. She began
to make almost animalistic noises in her throat as she let herself
experience the force of my desire. I could feel the muscles in the
walls of her vagina as they grabbed at my thrusting cock. It was all
that I needed and as I began to explode, I heard her scream, "Oh, my
god! Please come! Fill me, Michael. I'm coming. Harder, I'm coming." I
exploded inside her and felt as if my knees would buckle out from
underneath me.
As I stepped back, Heather did an amazing thing. She turned and
dropped to her knees and took me in her mouth. She moved on me
keeping my erection alive for a few more minutes. I lifted her to her
feet and kissed her softly and spoke for the first time.
"You are an incredibly sexy woman, Heather. Do you know that?," I
asked.
She just stood there looking at the floor and shook her head
imperceptibly. I reached to her chin and raised her head.
"You must learn to be proud of it! Tell me, did you feel like a woman
when I entered you just now?" There were tears in her eyes causing
them to sparkle.
"Oh, yes, Michael, I felt so sexually alive," she answered.
"Then be proud of your realization! You are mine and I am proud to be
with you. I see the way other men look at you. You are a sexually
erotic woman. You are to learn to be contented in that fact. Now come
shower with me."
We went upstairs and I was pleased to see the black nylon straps
securely fastened to the four corners of the bed, the rope ends
protruding from either side and the blindfold neatly laid out on the
pillow. I undressed and turned to Heather. I undid the cuffs and the
collar and took the chain from her waist.
"You will learn how to wear this later, Heather." I said as I led her
to the shower and adjusted the water to slightly hotter then our skin.
Once in the shower the hot water ran over us and relaxed us both. I
could feel the tension draining from my body as I held Heather close
to me. Soaping her down was always a pleasure, but this evening it
took on new meaning as I gently pushed aside the shower's spray and
covered her with soap. I could feel my passion rising again as I
hugged her and felt the curves of her body press against mine, the
soap providing that friction-less smoothness which heightens the
senses and sets the entire nervous system on fire. She turned in my
arms and I felt my erection slide between her cheeks. She reached
back putting her arm around my neck and pulled herself up on tiptoe
forcing me deeper into her soft flesh. She rocked back and forth and
I felt myself climbing towards orgasm again.
Then I realized what was happening she was maneuvering herself so that
my hardness was pressing against the tiny opening. She pressed and I
put my arms around her waist to help her keep her balance. Suddenly I
felt myself slide inside her. She moaned as if it hurt her and I
stopped moving until she began to press once more. Then I was totally
inside her. She turned her face up and back and I met her lips with
mine. She leaned forward and placed her hands on the wall as I
grabbed her hips and started thrusting in and out of her tight hole.
Soap was running between her cheeks making each stroke easier and
smoother. I reached around her with one hand and began to stroke her
clit. Her passion was obvious as she began to buck against me with
more violence.
The sight of her shapely ass meeting my thrusts raised my zeal even
further. I reached for her breasts and felt them slip through my hands
as she moved faster now. They were slippery and difficult to hold so
I squeezed harder in an effort to keep them in my hands. The nipples
were hard and Heather was lost in her own world of pleasure as her
hand slid between her legs to tease her clit into an orgasm. Suddenly
it was over. We both felt ourselves move into that world void of all
else except focus on the center of sexual release.
The orgasm seemed greater then any before experienced and as she
turned to hold on to me, we sank to our knees and let the warm water
splash over our exhausted bodies. We knelt there for what seemed like
an hour, kissing and caressing each other. Suddenly the water began
to turn cold and brought us both back to reality.
I got a soft towel and dried her off kissing her all over as I did.
As I dried each leg I let my mouth cover her pussy and gave soft,
silky licks to the pink flesh peeking out from between the folds of
her outer lips. She trembled and stroked my face.
Getting to my feet I led her to the bedroom and once again placed the
leather cuffs on her ankles and wrists. I put the collar around her
neck and picked up the chain. When I pulled the loose end between her
legs she jumped a little and smiled at her own lack of imagination in
wearing it before.I knelt and spread her lips again moving the chain
between them, kissed her there again and got my robe.
Heather needed the time to fix her hair and do whatever else women do
to make them feel more desirable. While she was doing this I went
down to the kitchen to put the finishing touches on the Scampi and
char broil the steaks. When I walked into the kitchen, I noticed that
Heather had set the table for a romantic dinner for two, candles and
all. I opened the bottle of wine and settled down at the table to
await her appearance.
Heather came down glowing. She came to the chair and on her own
lowered her eyes and stood with her hands by her side, saying nothing.
I took the time to drink in her sexiness. Her lightly tanned skin
giving way to the milky white bikini line, accentuated her breasts and
lower tummy. Her soft brown pubic hair, trimmed for her bikini,
formed a small triangle pointing to her sex and just a hint of
blushing pink showed at its apex. She was obviously still in an
excited state. I reached out and with a moistened finger, slid
between the folds causing her to jump slightly at the touch.
"Do you feel sexy, Heather?" I asked her.
"Oh yes, more then any other time in my life," was her quick reply.
"That is wonderful, Heather. You are more then sexy, love, you are
all that female sexuality is about," I replied.
Looking at her did not even make her nervous now. I drank in the
sight of her naked form. The black collar with its ring in the front,
the black bands on her wrists and ankles and the tiny gold chain
speaking volumes to me on her submission.
There she stood, totally fresh, erotic, sensual and completely
available to me. It was then I realized that, while I may seem in
control, this woman, whom I loved dearly, was actually in control of
me.
Everything about her made me realize that there could be no other
woman that could do to me what she was doing now. I was falling,
charmed into complete worship of her entire personhood. In asking her
to devote herself to me, I received a gift from her which I now must
handle with all the love and care that is possible. I was caught and
haplessly imprisoned by her dedication and love for me. Ironic as it
was, by becoming her master, I had become her slave.
Heather served us dinner and I watched fascinated as her every move
drove me further into the turmoil of primal urges. It was all that I
could do to keep my hands off her while we sat and discussed what had
already happened. It seemed that even though Heather was intimidated
by this at first, she had found release in knowing that she was not in
control. It seemed that it gave her "permission" of sorts to let
herself go and release herself to sensual pleasures. I was delighted
to hear her able to express herself in this way. I talked to her and
told her how I had felt and thanked her once more for her gift.
Now would come the difficult part. I wanted to make the roles we were
playing be consistent with the idea of a master-slave relationship. I
was still a little scared that pushing the fantasy too far may have an
adverse effect, but decided to risk it. While Heather cleaned up the
kitchen, I began to watch for some foolish thing that I could "blame"
and punish her for. When I found it, it was foolish - for sure.
"Heather, I have been sitting here patiently waiting for you to serve
coffee. Not only did you ignore my request, but you act as if you
never heard it!," I said knowing full well that she could not have
heard what I did not request.
"You didn't ask for coffee," she answered.
"Heather, I believe you meant to say I am sorry, didn't you? You must
understand that I was serious when I asked you for unquestioned
obedience. Please come over here and kneel at my feet, Heather."
Heather moved to me, but slower this time and a little unsure of what
I was going to do. She looked into my eyes as if to say "Be gentle,"
as she knelt on the floor.
"Heather, raise your hands above your head, please." I said this very
softly but without a hint of emotion. She did so hesitantly, lifting
her breasts as her arms went higher. I reached to her and as I
explained what I expected of her once more I let my hands glide over
the twin globes presented to me in such an unprotected way. Suddenly
I took her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers and pinched them.
It was mildly painful, but not enough to even make Heather cry out.
In fact she moaned softly and looked at me with love written in her
eyes. I asked her if she understood and she replied with a nod of her
head. Again I pinched her and told her that verbal answers were
required when I spoke to her.
"Yes, Michael, I understand," she said.
Again I caressed her breasts and told her that the rest of the evening
would be considered training for our new positions in our
relationship. As I talked I had her stand and indicated that she
should spread her legs. I reached between them and felt that she was
totally turned on now, responding amazingly to the whole situation. I
continued to talk to her while petting and stroking her pussy. My
fingers were soaked. She listened as if in a trance. I told her that
tonight, she would learn how to ask for what she wanted and not be
afraid to tell me in exact terms, her thoughts, desires and needs. I
led her upstairs to the bedroom.
Heather hesitated just the slightest moment as we entered into the
bedroom. Later she would tell me how her thoughts carried her into
mild panic that afternoon when she had prepared the bed for this
night. She knew that I would never do anything to harm her, but it
was unimaginable to her that she should be tied there helpless to
hide, conceal or defend her body in any way.
Heather also confessed to me later that she never really felt sexy
while naked and that she had feared feeling like a fool by complying
with my desires. Not that she wasn't capable of passion, for she was
to an extreme, but not until she crossed some remote threshold of
ecstasy that broke the barriers, she never believed that she was
capable of arousing erotic desires with her body. As with all of us,
she did not see her beauty and allowed some other mental image of the
perfect woman to stand in the way of her awareness of what she was to
me. Heather was about to learn that she was all that I needed or
desired in a woman. She was about to come to terms with her own
eroticism and sensuality. Heather would know soon, that I loved her
exactly as she was. The only change I wanted in here was her
knowledge that she was my woman and capable of fulfilling all that I
could ever desire in a life's partner.
Heather walked to the bed and I felt her tremble as I touched her
shoulder and pushed her once more to her knees. I took the blindfold
and carefully arranged it so that she could see no light.
I then stood her on her feet and said to her: "Heather, you and I have
had a relationship that has grown stale in some ways. We have not
been able to trust each other with our innermost secrets and desires.
We have, until now, not expressed our needs or wants for fear that
somehow we would be rejected. I have risked a lot in this experiment,
and so have you. Now it is too late to turn back even if we wanted
to. I am going to bring you pleasure beyond anything that you have
known so far. Tonight is just the beginning of our new life together.
Tonight by becoming my slave, you will find total freedom!"
With these words, I picked her up, kissed her soft lips and laid her
on the bed. I gently took her hand and after kissing it and caressing
it, pulled it taut and fed the nylon strap through the steel ring on
the cuff. I then did the same to the other hand. Walking to the
center of the bed, I took the rope that was passed under the bed and
tied a loop around her right leg just above the knee and then went to
the other side and did the same pulling them open so that her knees
almost touched the mattress. I then secured the anklets to the nylon
ties at the foot of the bed.
Heather was now tied in such a way that she could not close her legs
or move her arms. I then took a pillow and raising her hips tucked it
under her lifting her shapely behind off the bed.
I then told her that she was not to talk or make a sound unless I gave
her permission.
"Not a sound, Heather, is that clear?," I said to which she responded
"Yes." in a whimper-like voice. That was greeted with a slap across
her raised behind and again the command, "Not a sound!".
This time Heather shook her head yes and received a quick kiss to each
breast and on her mouth. When I kissed her, the hunger in her mouth
was evident as she struggled to prolong the contact. She was looking
for reassurance. I gave it to her!
As I stepped back to observe my handiwork a feeling of satisfaction
that I had never known overtook me. Here before me on the bed, tied
and helpless was the form of the faceless woman of my fantasies.
Wonderfully erotic in her helplessness, overwhelmingly sensuous in her
glorious womanhood, and animalistically arousing in her nakedness, she
had me in fully in her power and I would never be the same again. I
was helpless before her charms and hypnotized by her wanton beauty. I
moved to the bedside and sat next to her. Next to the bed was a small
bottle of scented and flavored massage oil. I took the bottle and
began with her right arm. After pouring the oil on it, I began to rub
it into each tiny area of exposed skin. The oil got warm when rubbed
or blown on, as a matter of fact it got hot. I blew softly on it,
heating it up and then used my tongue in soft velvety licks to remove
the oil from her wrist. Next I did the same to her should-ers and
neck. For the next hour I busied myself covering every square inch of
exposed skin with the exception of her breasts, inner thighs and her
pussy. I momentarily touched her there and she was dripping wet with
desire now, but relief was still a long way off for Heather.
Moving back to her upper torso, I rubbed the oil into her breast,
being careful not to touch the nipple. I spent a long time gently
massaging and blowing on the slick skin, heating the oil and sensing
her reaction. Each time Heather would move to try to get me to suckle
her swollen nipple, she would receive instead a pinch instead. I was
lost in the softness of her beautiful breasts and the textures that I
seemed to newly discover with each passing moment.
Finally sure that Heather was worked to a fever pitch, I stopped and
asked her, "Heather, what would you like me to do for you now? You
can talk to me, on."
"Please, Michael, I am on fire, please!," she said.
Of course I could imagine what she wanted, but would not give in.
Instead I said, "Heather, you have to be specific. I know what you
want and you know what you want. Why can't you tell me? I will not
continue until you do," to emphasize this I reached down and cupped
her soft, wet mound in my hand momentarily. Heather instantly moved
herself against it and I pulled away.
"My god, Michael, I need you. Please!," she said. I said nothing. I
moved from the bed to a lounge chair and sat quietly.
"Michael?" Heather said after a minute, "Michael, where are you?"
Again I was silent.
Heather struggled against her bonds now only to discover for the first
time that she was indeed helpless. After 10 minutes of not answering,
I walked quietly to the bedside once more.
I removed the chain from between her legs and said, "You wish me to
continue the massage?"
"Oh yes, please, Michael, please," Heather was frantic in her answer.
I took the oil and smoothed some of it on her inner thigh from the
knee to where the flesh curves inward to form the outer lips of her
pussy.
With slow deliberate care, I began to alternately rub and blow on the
oil. Then ever so slowly began to lick it off of her working upward
until I got to those soft folds of down covered flesh. Momentarily I
let my tongue flick over her clitoris and withdrew to the other thigh,
where I began the process all over again. By the time I had once more
reached her wide open pussy, her own juices were visibly coating her
cheeks and some had already stained the pillow. Heather was delirious
now. She began bucking to reach my face, but I avoided all but the
briefest touches to her sex. Heather began to plead with me now in
earnest.
"Michael, please eat me. Please touch my pussy, Michael, I can't take
this any longer! Let me come, Michael, please let me come," she was
almost crying now.
As a reward for her honesty, I leaned forward and kissed her full on
her spread pussy lips. I poured some oil on it and watched the fluid
as it ran over her mound, flowed across her swollen inner lips and
into her open vagina, to mix with her own sweet juices. Heather
hissed through her teeth as she moved her hips trying to contain her
passion which was about to explode in uncontrollable wantonness.
I laid down between her splayed legs and softly blew on the oil. I
could feel the heat from her pussy as it combined with her own. She
let out a cry at the sensations I was causing her to experience.
"Oh god, please, let me come, Michael, please don't make me wait any
longer," she cried out.
I then began to slowly lick the oil and her natural lubricant from her
exposed sex. She shook violently each time that I touched the fleshy
hood covering her clit. Shock waves of pleasure shot through her body
as she thrust her hips and tried to grind her pussy into my face. I
did not allow that yet, but kept distance enough so that only the tip
of my tongue touched her.
Finally I moved up and clamped my lips over her clitoris and biting
ever so gently took it into my mouth and flicked across it with my
tongue. I had never seen Heather react this way before. She became
an animal and her cries matched her fury.
I slid two fingers inside her and reached her g-spot letting her press
downward and move against them. I felt her muscles tighten and loosen
in spasmodic contractions as she began her orgasm. It was like a
string of firecrackers. One after another they came each one more
violent then the one before. I used my tongue to tease her clit as it
attempted to withdraw from direct stimulation. Licking each side of
the tiny shaft, rolling it between my lips until Heather collapsed in
exhaustion and lay still.
I moved to her face and heard her soft sobs. She turned to me and her
lips, swollen from her own biting, parted for a deep hungering kiss.
She then moved her mouth to taste her own passion which was on my face
still. I had never been with this Heather. This was a whole new
woman, a whole new adventure in sexuality.
After that, I released her and we made slow, passionate love.
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