We Were Enraptured

TeethEnrapture: To fill (someone) with delight. (Merriman-Webster Dictionary)

He bound me to our bed and began to devour my pussy. Little nibbles around the lips gave way to him ravaging my swollen mound. The tongue lashing left me mewling like a kitten. I thrashed my legs about his head and shoulders begging him to liberate me. To let me cum. He would not honor my fierce cries. As I continued to battle him with my legs, he assaulted me with his mouth. I embraced the onslaught,  without embracing him.

Feeling my essence spray his mouth and chin, it drizzled onto our cotton sheets made warm by the blood coursing through our veins. Without opening my eyes to look at him I knew, he was basking in the taste of my arousal.

‘My Love, fill me with you’, I breathed, my eyes now open, shined only for him.

He looked up at me, and responded, ‘All in due time, my Darling.’

My body responded to the constant barrage of his lips and tongue. Finally, he allowed me to lose myself in the most exquisite apex. The churning began in my sex and emanated through my entire being. It seemed that it would last forever. My body continued to quake. His arms wrapped around my legs to hold his mouth to me while the storm continued to brew. As it subsided, my legs quivered and I was covered in a sheen of sweat.

I felt him shift his weight and move above me. He lowered his body onto mine, I felt the head of his cock brush the length of my clit. The sound that emerged from my lips could only be heard by heaven. And him. With a flourish he filled me completely and began to entice me with movements I never knew existed.

‘Release my hands so I can embrace you’, I begged.

Continuing to move his cock inside of me, he repeated, ‘All in due time, my Darling.’

I moved with him, not against. We were fluid motion and love. His strokes became more intense and my body stalled. Another orgasm erupted within my center and I disappeared into him, only my soul was exposed. So close to death, yet immortal, I trembled with every nuance of my climax.

I glimpsed into his eyes, and discerned he was close to the end. Reaching behind my head, he released me from my bonds. With a final thrust, he poured his seed into me. My legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, to draw him as close to me as I could. My hands found solace in the thickness of his hair. Resting his head on my chest, he lazily bit my nipple. A lone bead of sweat trickled from his forehead onto my body.

His member softened and fell from my pussy. Cum flowed from my center. We laid together, with nothing between us but the memory of our coupling. And we were enraptured.

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Savoring Your Want of Me (Part IV and End)

bed boy

The rate you fuck me is excruciatingly slow.

You look up at my face and smile at my impatience.

I bang my hands on your back, but you continue your momentum.

I cry, and you catch my tears with your lips.

You whisper, “hush,” then hasten your movements.

“I want you to feel where I’ve been,”  you breathe into my ear.

“Tomorrow.”

“And the next day,” you say.

As you release your essence into me.

You breathe your promise to me.

To do it…

Again.

And.

Again.

To never stop,

What we’ve begun…

Savoring Your Want of Me (Part III)

bed boy

You continue to move your cock inside of me.

My body responds and I sway with you.

Our motions hasten.

Put your lips on my neck.

And suck.

Hard.

Leave your mark on me.

As I ride the crest of my orgasm,

Scratch painted nails down your back.

Your body spasms, but not from pain.

My hands seek your hair and my lips light on your neck.

I say your name with such delight it almost scares you.

I tell you to never,

Stop…Fucking…Me…

Blue Sapphires and Salt of the Sea-Part III

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It is not sex that gives pleasure, but the lover.-Marge Piercy

Looking into her eyes, he asks, “Are you okay?”

She shyly replies, “Of course I am. Sometimes, I just lose myself though. It’s as if there’s some sort of “soul” to my orgasms, some other power besides mere pleasure.”

Holding her close, he breathes in the scent of her hair. She’s familiar. Warm. She cares. They have an undiscovered history. He wants her, and she, him. Why this insatiable desire? He’s not sure.

Sitting up, she grabs the discarded sheet, while making sure to put the comforter around him so that he isn’t chilled. “It is winter after all,” she thinks to herself as she wraps the sheet around herself and gets out of bed saying, “I’ve got to pee and grab something from the kitchen. I’ll be right back.”

He smiles contentedly at her when responding, “I’m not going anywhere love,, take your time.”

Smiling, she stumbles back to the bed to give him a quick kiss before heading to the bathroom. He hears the rush of water as she turns on the faucet to wash her hands. He laughs to himself because he can hear her humming. Then she starts outright singing. Hearing his laughter, she yells “Hey, don’t make fun of my singing! I used to be good, once upon a time,” as she grabs a bottle of wine from the fridge.

He responds with, “you still are good.”

Uncorking the bottle, she walks back to the bedroom and stands in the doorway for a moment. With the light hitting her just right, he suddenly sees her as she used to be when first they met. With his realization, she blushes.

“Come back to bed love,” he whispers.

“I would like nothing better than to do just that,” she responds urgently.

She slides in next to him, and hands him the bottle, a sweet red wine. Perfect. He drinks greedily and then holds the bottle to her mouth while carelessly wiping his chin. She swallows the nectar and swears she can feel the warmth of its buzz spread throughout her body almost instantly. He drinks again before she takes the bottle and places it on the nightstand, after another long pull herself.

Smiling at each other, they kiss and taste the wine on each other’s tongues. She feels his cock harden against her thigh. the kisses become deeper, longer. He places his hand on her left breast and dips his head to taste her erect nipple. She arches her back as her pussy begins to swell and dampen with desire.

Placing her mouth up against his ear, she whispers, “Fuck me.”

He places his mouth on hers and asks, “Why do you want me?”

In response she reaches down between his legs and roughly grabs his hardened organ while saying, “Because I can make you feel like this.”

Sitting up, he leans his back against the headboard as he replies, “You make me feel so much more than just that. You make me feel like I am more, can be more.”

She smiles as she places her legs on either side of his hips and hovers over him momentarily, slowly brushing her clit against his tip in invitation. She kisses him passionately as he enters her.

“I’m going to fuck you slow,” She grunts.

“I’ll let you, for now”, He moans in response.

Moving slowly back and forth, she places her right hand under his chin while almost jamming her tongue into his mouth. He sucks it, while trying to make her move faster. She resists and changes rhythm, starts sliding up and down on his cock.

“Fuck, you’re good,” he says.

“So are you,” she coyly says in rhythm to her motions.

Feeling her pulsing tightness slide up and down his shaft, he can’t stand it anymore, and flips her back onto the bed. He waits a moment before mounting her, thrusting hard, because he knows that’s this is the only way she can truly cum.

“I remember you now,” he pants, “Do you remember me?”

“Yes, I remember,” She says in between breaths, her breasts swaying with each hit, “I always loved fucking you.”

Feeling her orgasm crest, he slams into her with each word said, before leaning over and kissing her neck, just before she pulls his hair and screams his name. Her pussy clamps down and holds his cock inside of her as she writhes through another orgasm. He keeps up the constant stroking. In, out. In, out, as she makes sure to move her hips in time with his.

He implores, “Baby, slow down. You’ll make me cum.”

But she only responds with “I can’t help it. You feel so fucking good. I’m going to cum again.”

“Then cum for me love.”

And she does, while being paralyzed by the force of it. Tears leak from her eyes. Showing concern, he slows his movements.

“Don’t you dare stop, I’m not done yet,” she replies.

Her body relaxes as he keeps moving in and out of her. Pinching his nipples, she smiles as he lets out a gasp.

“Do you want to cum inside of me? Is that what you want?” She asks.

He can barely utter the word, “yes.”

“Then do it.”

Grabbing him, she lays him down and climbs back on top of him. She starts to move slowly again, placing her hands in her hair and leaning back while she grinds. He pushes her hips down as far he can, make her move faster. She reaches behind and begins to caress his balls, feeling that they are drawing up. Getting tighter. She smiles because she knows he is so damn close.

“Cum for me baby, cum for me,” She murmurs.

He lets out an intense sound of pleasure, like she has never heard before. It is like music and primal all at the same time. He shudders and releases his essence into her. Laying her body against his, he lazily wraps his arms around her, while caressing the length of her back. She rolls to one side and gently places her hand over his heart. She feels it begin to slow. Though it is warm, he picks up the bottle of wine, leans up and takes a drink. He holds it for her as she takes a sip as well. After he places it back on the nightstand, she leans up on one elbow. Looking him in the eyes, she smiles, while kissing his lips, cheek and forehead and touching his face.

“Can we do it again?” she asks.

He grins and tucks a piece of her hair behind her ear before saying, “again and again. For as long as you’d like, love.”

Lightning

She stands on the observation deck and sees the storm rolling in. From the corner of her eye, she can see him. He’s watching her. She smiles. As the wind begins to blow, he approaches her, yet feels no fear. She turns and looks directly at him as he walks toward her. Within seconds he is standing next to her. He drapes his arms on the railing of the observation deck right next to hers. Their elbows are barely touching. Her smile becomes more broad. He smiles too. They turn and look directly at each other. It’s as if he knows her, but they’ve never gazed at one another before. The rain has begun and there’s thunder too. She touches his arm and he grabs her hand in his. He pulls her to him, stares into her green eyes and kisses her passionately. She is the first to pull away, though she’s not sure why. They step back  from each other momentarily. All of a sudden he is behind her. He wraps his arms around her waist and begins furiously kissing her neck. She moans and arches body into his as the lightning explodes around and within them.

She turns around to face him. He’s handsome, but not overly so. He has this look on his face. It is ecstasy. They’ve not said a word. Not one word, but they haven’t needed to. Their bodies are speaking for them. He kisses her passionately on the mouth. Tongues intertwine. Hands grope for purchase. For skin. Even though they are fully clothed they want to touch skin. The warmth of it. The heat. He unzips his fly and she grabs his cock. He is so hard for her. She is so wet. He pulls her skirt up and she’s naked underneath. He thrusts himself into her. Lightning crashes with the rhythm of their fucking. She gasps at the size of him. At his prowess. She wonders, why me? He looks at her and sees nothing but beauty. More lightning, more rain, and more thunder. Her breath quickens with her approaching orgasm. He can sense it and fucks her more shallowly. To make her feel his cock on her clit. She screams and she cums and the thunder roars in time with it. He smiles a devilish grin. She reaches down and feels his balls. They are a drawn and tight. She asks, “do you want to cum inside?” He says, “oh yes please.” She says, “then please do.”

He’s not ready yet. He has her braced against the railing of the Eiffel Tower. There is thunder and lightning everywhere. Her hair is flowing in the wind. He leans in and kisses her neck as he’s fucking her. She moans in expectation of his orgasm. He grunts and says, “I’m going to fill you up. Fill you with my heat and my lust.” And then he does. She feels the pulse of him inside of her. Feels him fill her up. They look at each other, they smile and their breathing slows. She says, “this was not quite the welcome to Paris that I expected.” There is one more flash of lightning and the storm subsides. She lowers her dress, and he zips up his trousers. She says, “I think after that, we need lunch and a glass of wine.” He smiles devilishly and says, “you took the words right out of my mouth.” They leave the observation deck in search of a small cafe.

 

Alive With the Glory of Love and the Genius of Max Bemis

Today has been a shit day. I’m in a drug haze, in pain and exhausted. I can’t even put my thoughts together to write a love story. I have one noodling in my silly brain, but the words won’t come.

At work while I was sitting there staring at my gigantic monitors and getting nothing done, I decided that I needed to listen to a little Say Anything. Max Bemis’s lyrics bring me up or down. Depends on the song that comes up on my play list on Spotify. Imagine my joy when I heard the first line of the song,  Alive with the Glory of Love. The lyrics are simple, but they capture my soul and make me lose my breath.

He sings, When I watch you, wanna do you, right where you’re standing. Yes, it’s sexy and sultry, but as you listen to the song you realize it is so much deeper than the act of fucking. It’s about the intense love that a young man has for a young woman during the time of concentration camps, Jewish Ghettos, and being in hiding. I can’t imagine the fear they lived with. I just can’t fathom it. But these two people, though they felt fear, they felt love so deeply for one another that it kept them alive. Even in the Treblinka Concentration Camp.

Should they catch us and dispatch us to those separate work camps, yeah
I’ll think about you, I’ll dream about you
I will not doubt you, with the passing of time
Should they kill me, your love will fill me as warm as the bullets
I’ll know my purpose, this war was worth this, I won’t let you down

No I won’t, no I won’t, no I won’t

(Alive, alive, alive with love)
I won’t let them take you, won’t let them take you, hell no no

Max wrote the song about his great grandparents. They survived Treblinka. Through sheer luck? No, I do believe that their love saved them. I am a sappy romantic girl, so I will always believe that to be the case. Just like Max does. Max is a fucking bi-polar schizophrenic, but his lyrics feed my soul.  They speak of sex and want, but they soothe me. They make me believe in undying love. Even in a fucked up time in history and the need for a madman to exterminate an entire race of people. There were still love stories. There was still so much of life for these doomed people to live. How they made it through each day without losing their minds, I have no idea. I don’t think I could have.

It also reminds me of my kids. They’re both singers. Meggie is a classically trained opera singer and Adam Boy is a tenor with a falsetto that can still bring tears to my eyes. When they were teenagers, all their friends would come over on the weekends with acoustic guitars and sing their hearts out. Roger Darling and I would have to be right in the middle of it. To hear all of their voices convey the meaning of the lyrics they sang thrilled my soul and made Roger so proud.

I miss those days, night, weekends and impromptu concerts that took place in our living room. I miss every single one of those kids. They were my kids, even though I didn’t give birth to them. They were mine. Every one of them. They still are. When I see them, they still call me Momma Heath. Or Mom. In some way they complete me. In some way I still complete them.