From: ae771@freenet.carleton.ca (Bronwyn Boltwood)
Reply-To: ae771@freenet.carleton.ca (Bronwyn Boltwood)
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Subject: Home
Date: 14 Nov 1995 05:47:26 GMT
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Just a little story I threw together. It should even be nearly free of
typoes and spelling error, and I don't think there are any hideous grammar
mistakes either.
Lady Chandra.
Home
~~~~
written August 10th,
Copyright Bronwyn Boltwood
"Hi darling..."
He put down his suitcases and embraced her quickly. "I'm glad I'm
home."
"You go have a shower while I get things ready for you." He nodded
assent.
She walked into the bedroom, and surveyed the outfit she had laid
out on the bed. One of his old white dress shirts. A pair of jeans that
were tight, but not too tight. And her newest acquisition, a lacy violet
bra-and-panty set that covered less area than a thong bikini. She stripped
and changed quickly, doing up all the buttons on the shirt, instead of
leaving two of them undone as she usually did. She kicked the clothes
she had been wearing under the bed.
The bed was made and the pillows fluffed, the toybox at the foot
of the bed closed. She shouldn't be needing anything out of there unless
he got unruly. She walked over to the dresser, and picked up a small
yin-yang pendant that was lying there.
He was nearly finished his shower, she could tell from the sound
of the water. He was just rinsing off, and should be stepping out of the
shower to dry off in a moment. She waited.
He walked into the room, with a towel wrapped around his waist.
She stepped forward, and gently slipped the yin-yang pendant in her hand
onto the stainless steel ring in his left nipple. He bowed, straightened,
and stood waiting.
"Go lie down on the bed darling, on your back." He did so, and
watched her, waiting for her next move. She stood there, arms crossed over
her chest, surveying him.
She walked over to the bed, and climbed onto it. She then
positioned herself so that she knelt over him, straddling him, vertical
from the knees up. She bent, and kissed him lightly on the lips. "It's
good to be home, isn't it?" Her voice was soft, caressing.
He nodded.
"You've been away a week now. A week is a long time." He nodded
again.
She gently caressed his cheek with her hand. "I intend to know
just how much you missed me, very soon." He smiled, then nodded. She kissed
his cheek, and then kissed him again on the lips, but this time it was a
long kiss. When she broke the kiss, she smiled.
She turned her head at an angle, and slowly licked his neck. Just
one lick. He closed his eyes briefly, a different expression flickering
over his face. She touched her lips to his neck, raised her head, and
smiled. "Did you miss me?" He nodded, the look of delicious anticipation
flickering again over his face. She kissed him again on the lips, this
time a french kiss. When the kiss broke, he moaned softly.
She kissed his neck, and slowly began to trail her tongue over the
skin, bestowing the occasional kiss to it. He moaned again, almost too
softly for her to hear. She smiled.
From his neck, she slowly traced her way down to his collarbone,
going very slowly, taking her time. Her hands, which had been anchored on
the blanket, now were softly caressing his sides. He gasped when she
tugged on his nipple ring, arching his back.
"No, no, not yet darling. Not yet." Again, he nodded, eyes
closed, his countenance partly a grimace, and partly a look of pleasure.
She gently kissed his right nipple. His face lost its grimace,
and the look of pleasure took its place as she quietly licked and sucked
at his nipple. She nipped it with her teeth, and he moaned loudly,
straining to be quiet and still.
Her hands were sliding over his chest and stomach, and then up to
stroke his face gently, in compensation for the bite, and then they slid
slowly down again, gliding over his shoulders, and then back to his chest
and stomach. She slowly kissed her way over to the other nipple, to give
it similar treatment, and pulled carefully at the ring with her tongue.
After spending several minutes on that nipple, she lifted her head, and
kissed him on the lips.
She rearranged herself so that she was sitting beside him. She
purred, in that way she had, sensuously.
"Sit up, darling. I want you to be able to see this well." He
acquiesced, pulling himself back on the bed to lean against the headboard.
She was kneeling near the foot of the bed now, facing him. She undid
both of the cuffs of her shirt.
"Which button next, the collar, or the last button on the shirt?"
she asked him.
"The collar, if it pleases you, milady." She slowly undid the
collar button. She then undid the next button, and each button in turn,
taking care to make certain that he did not see anything of what was
underneath. She turned around and bent at the waist, and then took off the
shirt. Straightening, she turned around.
The violet lace brassiere cupped her breasts, lifting them, the
lace barely hiding her nipples, though he could see them through the
fabric.
"Oh, milady..." He sighed at the sight. She leant forward, tempting
him to touch her. She straightened again, and turned once more, so that
she was facing away from him.
She undid the button on her jeans, and unzipped the fly, and then
began to slowly wriggle them off her hips, the violet lace appearing above
the descending waistband of the jeans. He watched intently.
The jeans were about her knees now, and she stood, to let them slip
down to her ankles, and she then kicked them off, one leg at a time. Clad
now in only violet lace, she slowly pirouetted to display herself in full.
"I see you like my new outfit darling, the towel isn't doing much
to hide that fact." She smiled, as did he.
"You are the most beautiful creature in the world, milady."
"Thank you, darling. Look your fill, because once you have, I will
be taking these off as well."
"Come closer, milady?" She walked up to stand beside his hips,
and then straddled him as she originally had, vertical from the knees,
but leaning forward slightly, accentuating the curves of breast and hip.
He looked at her approvingly, noting every detail, the swell of her breasts
as they were held by the violet lace, how her nipples had crinkled up
beneath the lace, as they always did when she was pleased, how she had one
shoulder slightly higher, and her head tilted, her dark hair still pulled
back in a braid, grey eyes watching him, chest slightly forward, hips
slightly back. She must have shaved that morning, her legs were smooth
and the skin silky, the the surface of her newly-shaven mons soft, her pale
skin a contrast against the violet lace.
Impulsively, he lifted his hands from his sides, placed them on the
small of her back, and let them glide downwards, over her buttocks, and down
the back of her thighs.
"Forgive me, milady." He looked up to her face adoringly. "Your
beauty is such that I could not resist."
"I forgive you darling." Bending, she placed a hand on each side
of his head, and kissed him softly. "Have you looked enough?"
"Yes, milady."
She stood, and stepped off the bed. "Stand up, darling. I want
you to be on top today." She undid the clasp of the brassiere, and shrugged
it off, the violet lace falling to the floor, and slid the panties off her
hips, letting them fall to the floor, and stepping out of them.
She lay down on the bed, thighs apart. "Come here, darling." He
climbed on top of her, the towel discarded, lying, on the floor, like the
violet lace.
He gently cupped her breasts in his hands, and kissed her, a deep
kiss. He smiled, and then gently kissed the spot at the top of her
cleavage, and then ran his tongue down her cleavage. He gave each of her
crinkled pink nipples a long, tender kiss. He traced his tongue down her
body, along its centerline, over her torso, stopping momentarily to kiss
her navel, and downwards over her belly, to place a tender kiss on her
mons. He lifted his head to look up to her face, glowing with a smile.
"So beautiful, milady, so beautiful, " he murmured, voice soft and deep.
He could wait no longer, and so, he entered her, her soft moan
audible in the quiet room. He was fully inside of her, his hands caressing
her, their mouths locked in a kiss. He pulled out of her, but not quite,
and slid into her depths again.
He had soon set the rhythm, a gentle rocking back and forth, as
he made love to his lover.
"I missed you, darling. I missed you so much." He kissed her
cheek, and then her breast. The tempo began an accelerando, their
lovemaking a finely played piece, the flute and the cello in harmony. He
was licking her neck now, as she had his, and she was moaning now as he
had been before. The accelerando continued, as he caressed and kissed
his lover.
The motion was not so gentle now, flute and cello building to a
coda, the melodies woven together, as were their limbs.
She cried out, as the flute's highest note was reached. He kissed her again,
as he made his final thrust, spent, now that the piece had reached its
final note.
They lay there, silently, still, for several minutes, and then
she spoke. "Would you hold me?"
"Always, milady." He disentangled himself, and moved to lie next
to her, and took her in his arms. He kissed her forehead.
"Did you miss me, darling?"
"Oh, milady, there are no words for how much I missed you."
"I missed you too, my darling. So much."
"I'm home now, milady."
--
"It had a heart of chrome & a voice like a horny angel!" * "Hey Janie Janie,
why're you crying, there's the beauty of the moon in the sky, but I guess when
you been leading such a sheltered life you never lift your head and look so
high" Meatloaf. * "I would at once be made alive by a kiss" Carmina Burana
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