This was written by my friend Bob who I met while at work. After reading my "Fantasy Piercing" blog, he wrote this complimentary piece which is posted with his approval. Bob is a wonderful writer and it is hoped that he writes a novel in the not too distant future. Let me know what you think of his work as I would like to pass it onto him. Thank you.
NOTE: He also has a script in progress that is really kick ass. Maybe he will let me share it. I have to ask. ~ Arachne
A present for Arachne:
The glow of the one candle lit caught her breath in the cool room, she knelt there on the hard wood floor, the weight of her body resting painfully on her knees as he had instructed and she promised.
She knelt there waiting, her mind racing, heart pounding, the sweet scented vapors emanated from her wet flesh as the winter air rushed in softly from the partially opened window.
I can hardly remember what his face looks like, risks, yes risk, this is exciting, I want this, she whispered to herself. I unlock the door… the night air circled her in the dark , raising the texture of her skin ,aching nipples and the warm stream between her thighs.
Will he know what to do, will he feel what I want…half hour pasted quickly as she knelt there aware of her need to be touched tasted, obedient.
A deep primordial ball rushed from her stomach exploding in her head as she heard the door open.
Vulnerable aching and hunger cried out as she could here his foot steps approaching the center of the room. The cool stillness intensified as they could hear each other breathing.
Re assured by the gentle brush of his warm face against hers without a kiss and over other exposed parts of her cool and aching body made her realize that she could relax and focus on being obedient.
Firmly but as an accomplice to this love making he slipped the belt around her throat, turned the buckle to the back of her soft neck, down around the separated ankles, noticing the juices beneath her, he watched the spiders dancing with her every breath.
He lifted himself as he now stood over her swollen open lips and leaned forward. Brushing his hot , hard cock beneath his jeans against her lips she responded by biting him anticipating the taste of this hard warm member parting her lips and down her throat temporarily cutting off the opening to the air.
Turning away he just watched her for a short while pulling down his zipper exposing his cock to her. He picked up the candle and walked behind her as he slipped a blind fold over her eyes to intensify the awareness and total beauty of it all.
He traveled the heat of the candle teasing her ass, back, nipples thighs, she painfully arched backwards as she wanted for him to stroke her trunk also with the warm heat, slowly without warning grab her hair tightly as he moved his cock between her lips and down her throat pulling out only to rub it around her face, eyes and…
She could only feel the now of the incredible beauty of it all, he moved as though he could read her mind he loved the pain from her teeth running down his cock nipping the end.
Moving her on her face and from behind he licked the juices from her, he moved his hands under her pinching her nipples as she responded with approval. His tongue traveled from her clitoris to her anus sweet and also swollen with need, she whimpered as she surrendered to his every need and hers.
They both new that the challenge to each other was inevitable, the risk, the putting each other out there was to be for each their own self. Strong each other on there own the surrender to the crossing of paths was meant to be in a moment and in the now.
The smell of each others juices excited him as he woke in the early morning, he slid down under her body to suck the juices that tasted so sweet, she struggled and they wrestled between each other until he overtook her and rammed his hard cock penetrating her for the gift of fighting for what you want and the way her eyes lit up. ~ Written by Bob P. 2/16/07
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