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Subject: {ASSM} Tiramisu "Black Silk Stockings" <*> (MF, Romantic bd)
Date: Sat,  9 Dec 2000 16:10:06 -0500
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CONTENT WARNING: This story has an adult theme and may include graphic
descriptions  of sexual acts.  If it is either illegal where you are,
or you are not of legal age to view such material,  please stop now.

BLACK SILK STOCKINGS (MF, romantic bd)

This story stands alone, but is a sequel to "Black Silk Camisole", the
winning entry in the 1998 "Christmas Gift for Celeste" contest.  Okay,
so it was the only entry.  But it was still good!  Don't just take my
word for it,  Celeste gave it 10, 9.5, 9.5 in CR 323.

This story also refers to the story "Rebecca". The Rebecca trilogy was
recently re-posted to ASSM. The original links are:

Black Silk Camisole
http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year1999/21971

Rebecca
http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year1998/17980.txt

Rebecca's Choice
http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year1999/19468

Rebecca Rising
http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year1999/19687




Copyright 2000 by Tiramisu. All rights reserved. Please do not repost
without explicit permission of the author.  Permission is granted for
archiving in assm and asstr.

Comments are welcome.  Good or bad.  I need your feedback.  Moaning,
begging: oh god, please give it to me. Now.  email Tiramixu@yahoo.com





BLACK SILK STOCKINGS


Cathi felt more exposed than if she were naked.  Black silk stockings,
black silk camisole, black bikini panties.

She wasn't wearing a bra, and the silk of the camisole was soft and
sensuous against her hard nipples.  She was nervous.   Shaking.  And
she was wet.  Very wet.

It was still hard to believe she was doing this.

When she first saw him at Victoria's Secret she had been attracted to
him.  Faded jeans, corduroy sportcoat.  Trim, fit.  Cute butt.  A touch
of gray.  Presumably more mature than the guys she was used to.  She
had spoken to him, and he had turned to her.  Gorgeous blue eyes.

He had been admiring the same camisole and bikini panties she wore
now.  Later, over coffee, he had told her about the stories he wrote.
When he said he wanted to see her again, she hadn't hesitated.  "Okay,"
she had said.  She really had wanted to learn more about writing
stories for the Internet, but she knew it wasn't just about writing
stories.  When he suggested that he would meet her at the store, she
told him to come here instead.  What instinct made her do that?
Subconsciously, had she already decided to change clothes, to remove
her bra, to wear the camisole and bikini he'd been looking at?

She had thought about meeting him at the door wearing only the
camisole  and bikini panties.  But she chickened out.  Instead, she
wore them under the same outfit she had worn to work.  Except for the
black silk stockings instead of pantyhose.  Why?  So she could surprise
him?   In case she chickened out again?

Things were moving so fast.  She wasn't sure...

She heard him speak, and it snapped her back to the
present.  "Catherine," he said.

"Yes."

"Are you sure."

"Yes."

"You are ready to explore?"

She thought about the story he was writing.  She had suggested that
maybe the woman in the story had had limited experience and was uptight
about sex because of her Catholic upbringing, and that maybe the woman
had never had an orgasm.

"Maybe she's ready to explore" Cathi had said, and he had asked,  "Do
you think she's ready?"

And Cathi had looked into those blue eyes... not thinking... unzipping
her skirt, letting it fall to the floor...unbuttoning her blouse....

"Yes," she had said.

"Catherine," he said, bringing her back to the present again.  "Are you
ready to explore?"

"Yes."

"And you will obey me."

Obey.  Wow.  She hesitated.  "Yes."

"Good.  I will call you Catherine.  Cathi is the sweet girl I met this
afternoon.  Catherine is the woman who will surrender to me, who will
experience delights that Cathi never imagined.  You will obey.  Once
you begin, you will give up control.  And guilt."

Her head was spinning.  She still was the sweet, innocent  girl who
once thought soul kissing was a mortal sin.  But sex was natural.  It
couldn't be so wrong...

"Well?" he interrupted.

"Yes," she said softly.  She needed to be free.

He stepped closer to her.  Brushed her hair from her cheek.  Kissed her
cheek softly.  Kissed her ear.  Whispered, "Place your hands behind
your back with your wrists crossed."

Quietly, she did as she was told.

He kissed her neck as his fingertips trailed gently over her bare
shoulders.  His tongue teased her neck, igniting a fire wherever it
touched.  Oh god.

She still didn't understand why.  She only knew the feelings building
in her could not be ignored.  As she felt his fingertips on her arms
and his mouth on her neck, as she stood obediently with her hands
behind her back, passively receiving, she knew deep in her soul that
this was what she needed.

Again, his words brought her back to the present.

"Catherine, do you have any scarves? Preferably silk."

"Yes. In the dresser."

She watched as he took three silk scarves from the dresser.  With one,
he tied her wrists behind her back.  She felt the heat rise between her
legs, felt her nipples harden against the camisole.  Another scarf, he
placed over her eyes.

"It will heighten the senses if you are unable to see what is
happening."

"Yes."

"Now, Catherine, let me tell you what is going to happen.  I am going
to tease you.  I am going to kiss your neck and your throat and your
breasts.  Your nipples will ache to be kissed and licked but I will not
touch them.  Until you beg..."

"Oh."

"Slowly, I will kiss down your body.  Your belly.  Your legs.  Your
inner thighs.  Your toes.  Everywhere.  Except your cunt.  You will
want me to lick your cunt, won't you?"

Oh god, she thought.  She'd only been with two men before in her life,
and neither of them had done that.   She'd wondered what it would be
like, but she'd thought it was too dirty.  "Yes," she said as her mind
raced.  Yes, she wanted him to do that to her.  To lick her... her ...
there.

"You will ask for what you need, Catherine.  You will beg for it.  And
when I think you are ready, I will give you what you need."

She couldn't ask him to do that.

He kissed her ear.  Brushed his lips lightly over her ear, breathing
softly into her ear, kissing, nibbling.  He kissed her neck, lightly
grazed her neck with his teeth, traced a line across her neck with his
teeth.  She gasped.

He pressed his body against her from behind.  Slid the camisole straps
off her shoulder.  Kissed her shoulder.  Bit gently.  Placed a line of
kisses from her left shoulder to the right.  Kisses, licks, bites.  His
fingertips wandered up and down her arms, over her shoulders, her neck
and throat, over her chest just above the camisole.  He kissed her
throat, slid the camisole down so it barely covered her nipples, kissed
her breasts just above the nipples.

"Ohhh," she whispered.

He kissed her mouth.  At first, his kiss was soft, gentle.  He lightly
caressed her lips with his.  He teased her lips with his, and slowly,
her lips parted.  He took her lower lip between his lips, then lightly
touched it with his teeth.  His tongue flickered lightly over her
lips.  This wasn't the clumsy tongue thrusting she was all too familiar
with.  She'd never been kissed quite like this before.  So sweetly, he
sucked her lower lip.  Instinctively, her tongue reached for his.  The
tip of his tongue caressed hers.  She was hungry for more.

"Hmm," she said, drawing his tongue into her mouth.  She was trembling,
her knees were weak.

He broke the kiss.

She waited.  Still trembling.  Then she felt his fingertips on her
breasts,  just above the silk of the camisole.  The fingers moved
lower, pushing the silk down over her nipples.  She gasped as the cool
air hit her hard nipples.  They grew harder.  His fingertips traced
lines over her breasts, just missing her nipples.  The fingers moved
down to her belly, pushing the silk lower.

***

Rich hesitated.  He thought about the story he had let her
read.  "Rebecca."   How turned on Cathi had been reading it.  How much
Cathi was like Rebecca.  But that was just a story, and Cathi was
real:  pretty, sexy, ready to explore with him, ready to submit to
him.  A fantasy come true.

He hadn't actually done anything like this before.  He wanted to tease
her and drive her wild, take her to new heights.  She trusted him, and
he didn't want to let her down.  He wondered if she really had never
had an orgasm, and hoped she would have many tonight.

He looked around the room.  He looked at the bed:  queen sized bed,
headboard, bedposts. He could tie her wrists to the bedposts.  No.
Maybe later.  She stood there completely exposed to him.  He liked
that.  There was a chair though.  And an ottoman.

He led her to the chair.  Made her kneel, facing the back of the
chair.  He untied her hands.

"Catherine, I want you to lie on your back on the chair, your legs
spread over the back of the chair, your arms hanging down toward the
floor."

Gently, he maneuvered his blindfolded submissive into position.

"Catherine, place your hands on the legs of the chair."

She obeyed.  He wrapped a silk scarf around her left hand, binding it
to the chair leg.  Then, he did the same with the right hand.

God, she was pretty.  Her blond hair hanging toward the floor, shapely
legs spread over the back of the chair.  She was wet and glistening,
open.  It was all he could do to not plunge is cock into her.   But he
wanted more than anything to make this exquisite for her, just like in
the story.

She was inhibited, he knew, and it taken a lot of courage for her to
get his far.  But, Rebecca in the story had wanted to explore her
sexuality, to let go her inhibitions, and he knew Cathi needed to
follow the path Rebecca had taken, to explore, to let go, to be free.
He would take her to new places.

***

She tried to imagine how she looked.  The camisole was bunched around
her belly.  She felt the air on her hard nipples.  She still wore
panties and stockings.  Her head hung from the front of the chair.

Seconds passed.  It wasn't uncomfortable, though she knew her neck
would get tired if her head hung there too long.  She heard rustling
sounds.  More seconds.  She felt it at her lips.  His penis.

"Take it, Catherine.  Suck my cock.  Lick it.  Take it in your mouth.
Swirl your tongue around it.  Feel it get hard in your mouth.  Feel it
throb."

Oh god, she thought.  Tentatively, she took the head of his... his...
penis... in her lips.  Licked it.  Tasted the drop of pre-come.  He was
going to come in her mouth, she realized.  And she was going to have to
swallow it.  She didn't know if she could.

"Take more of it my sweet, draw it deeply into your mouth.  Let it fill
you.  Imagine how it will feel in your cunt."

She took more.  She felt it grow.  She felt herself submit.  She began
to make love to him with her mouth.  Her hands tied, she had only her
mouth, her lips, her tongue.  Her mouth surrendered to him, and she
felt the power of her surrender as he began to moan.  She felt him lean
forward, pressing into her.  His hand moved to her thighs, pressing her
legs apart, his mouth on her thigh, kissing, licking the inside of her
thigh.   His mouth moved higher, or was it lower, toward the edge of
her panties, kissing, nibbling.

She felt her own arousal grow.   She moaned into his cock, felt it grow
thicker, harder.  She began to suck, lick, moving her mouth up and
down.  She was  fucking him with her mouth.  Yes fucking, she thought.
The word excited her now.  When she paused, she could feel him throb.
She wanted him in her mouth, wanted him to come in her mouth.

"Ohhhh, yes, Catherine, that's so good.  You want me to do this to
you.  To lick your cunt, to suck your clit, to fuck you with my tongue."

He was kissing all around her. . . her. . . cunt.  She was on fire, and
he was so very close to the center of her fire.  Nibbling her thighs,
kissing her belly just above her bikini.  "Hmmm, mm" she mumbled as she
sucked him.  He was kissing her breasts, teasing, so close to her
nipples.  She needed him to lick them.

She felt his hands slide under her, slide the bikini down over her
legs.  She felt the cool air between her legs, felt the cool air on her
wet, swollen cunt.

His hands caressed her inner thighs as he kissed her belly and her
breasts.  Please lick my nipples, she thought.

Suddenly he pulsed in her mouth.  She felt him erupt, felt his come
explode into her mouth. " Ahhhhh," he cried.  She swallowed.  He pulsed
again.  "Ahhh."  She couldn't swallow fast enough.  Again.  The come
began to drip from her mouth, across her cheek.  Again.  She swallowed
as much as she could.  It wasn't so bad.  He pulsed a final time.

She felt free.  And very hot.

He withdrew from her mouth.  Gently he held her head, then rested it on
the ottoman.

"That was wonderful, Catherine.  More than anything, I want to do the
same for you, make you feel as good as you made me feel, but you have
to let go, tell me what you want, beg for it."

She felt his hands on her thighs.  Felt his hands slide the silk
stocking down off her right leg, felt his mouth follow his hands,
kissing, nibbling her leg, her ankle.  He was driving her
crazy.  "Yes," she said.

She felt him wrap the silk around her ankle.  She imagined he was tying
the other end of the stocking to the leg of the chair.  "Yes, what,
Catherine?  What do you want?"

"Please...make love to me," she said.

She felt his fingertips on her left thigh.  Felt his hands and mouth
move down her leg, felt the silk slide from her leg, felt him tie her
left leg like he had tied the right.

He began to kiss her toes.  He slid his tongue between two toes, drew
two toes into his mouth and sucked gently, swirling his tongue around
them.  "Ohhh," she cried.

He kissed up the inside of her leg.  He kissed the inside of her thigh,
inches below her swollen pussy.  She began to squirm, her hips moving
involuntarily.  His hands wandered over her belly, his fingertips
danced over her breasts, so close to her nipples.  She wanted him to
touch them.  She needed his mouth on her pussy.

"Tell me, Catherine, what do you want?"

"Ohh."

"Do you want me to touch your nipples?"

"Yes.  Please!"

His fingertips lightly grazed her nipples and she jumped.  He pinched
them and she began to moan.

"Do you want me to lick them?"

Oh.  She was on fire.  Yes, she wanted him to lick and suck her
nipples.  His mouth was teasing between her legs.  She wanted his mouth
there.  She needed to come.

He pinched her nipples, nibbled her thighs.  She moaned, unable to
answer.

"Tell me."

She wanted his tongue. "Lick me."

He licked her thigh.  "Is that what you want Catherine?"

"Ohhh."

He lightly kissed  a hard nipple.  "Tell me what you want," he said,
and lightly kissed her pussy lips.

"I need your tongue on my... my..."

"Tell me Catherine. You must let yourself go. Tell me what you want.
Then you will be free."

"Please.  I want your mouth... your tongue on me."

"Say it. You want my mouth on your cunt."

Cathi moaned. "Yes, on my... cunt."

"Good.  Say `Please lick my cunt.' "

"Lick my cunt. Oh god. Please."

His tongue lightly flickered over her swollen lips and she began to
moan.  She was writhing against him.  His tongue was making her crazy.
If he moved it higher, if he licked her clitoris, she knew she that she
could come, that she would finally know what it was like to have an
orgasm.

He licked her lips, teasing.  So good.  She needed more.  He kissed her
belly, then her left breast near the nipple.  She groaned, desperately
needing more, needed his  mouth on her cunt, his tongue on her clit.
His tongue flickered over her breast closer to the right nipple.  He
pinched the nipple.  She moaned.  Her nipples were on fire from his
touch.  His head was between her legs again, tongue teasing her lips,
driving her crazy.  She needed to come.  Now.  Needed him to lick her
clitoris.  Needed his tongue on her nipples.  Needed his tongue on her
clit.  Needed him to fuck her.

She moaned;  her hips began to move.

"Tell me," he said.

"Lick my nipple."

Still pinching the right nipple, he flicked it with his tongue.

She jumped.  He licked it lightly, then stopped.

She wanted it all.  Wanted him to pinch her nipples and lick them, suck
them.  Wanted his tongue in her, on her.  Licking her clit, sucking her
lips. . .

"Tell me Catherine.  What you are thinking.  What you want.  What you
need."

"Lick me please," she cried. "Let me come."

He licked her nipples. "Suck me.  Nipples.  Bite them.  Lick my clit.
Put your tongue in me.  I need you.  Need your mouth everywhere. .."

She gasped as he held her nipple between her teeth.  His fingers grazed
her inner thigh. "Touch me.  Lick me."  His fingertips lightly grazed
her pussy lips as he sucked her nipple.

"Oh god," she moaned. "Fuck me with your fingers.  Eat me."

***

Finally, she was letting go.  God she was sexy.  More so because it had
been so hard for her to let go.  And her words were exciting him; he
felt his cock begin to rise again.  He slipped two fingers into  her
and she moaned softly.  His tongue found her clit.  "Oohhh," she
cried. "Lick.  Faster."

Lightly he licked her clit, swirling his tongue around it.  He slid his
tongue lower, into her hot pussy and she moaned, writhing under him.
She was close, he knew, but  he wanted to keep her on the edge just a
little longer.  When she finally came, he wanted her to feel it in
every inch of her body.

He slid his tongue lower, over her perineum and over the sweet puckered
hole of her anus.  She screamed when his tongue touched her there, and
her hips bucked wildly.  His tongue moved back over her pussy, swirled
around her clit.

"Ohh," she cried, "lick me there, suck my clit."

He sucked lightly.  His cock was rock hard now.  Tasting her, pleasing
her was exciting him beyond belief.  His cock brushed her shoulder, her
cheek as he ate her.  She turned her head, licked at him hungrily.

"Hmmm," she moaned.  "Oh yeah.  Lick me.  Oh god, you're gonna make me
come."

She flickered her tongue over his cock.  It throbbed.  "Oh, god, Rich.
Fuck me.  Make me come."

Almost, he thought.  So hard to control himself.  His mouth moved from
her pussy, over her belly, to her nipples.  He rubbed his chest against
her wet pussy and felt her grind against him.  He pinched one nipple,
flicked it with his tongue, then sucked the other.  She was whimpering
now.  He licked her throat, nibbled her neck,  kissed her, probing her
mouth with his tongue.  She sucked it hungrily.   "Are you ready to
come?" he asked.

"Ohhh god. Please."

His mouth moved back over her body, more quickly this time, but still
slowly enough to be tantalizing.  He sucked the left nipple, then the
right.  His fingers moved lower, ahead of his mouth, over her belly,
between her legs, lightly grazing her swollen lips, caressing her
thighs.  His lips and tongue followed, lightly grazing her clit, and
her moans erupted into a scream.  His tongue flickered over her lips,
over her perineum, over her asshole, probing, trying to slip inside.
She screamed again.

He slipped his ring and middle fingers into her cunt and licked her
clit.  Suddenly she became silent, and the movement of her hips told
him the first wave of her orgasm was ready to crest.  He slipped his
little finger into her asshole and drew her swollen pussy lips and
clitoris between his own lips, sucking, swirling his tongue over them.

Cathi exploded, screaming, writhing against him.

Rich was lost in her orgasm, lost in her erupting sexuality.  He could
almost feel it, and as his own hips undulated involuntarily, he nearly
came,  moaning into her heat, licking, sucking, feeling her cunt, her
anus contract, squeezing his fingers.  He nearly came without any
physical contact on his cock, just from the force of her orgasm.

Finally,  she began to come down and he regained control.  As her
screams diminished,  her wild gyrations subsided, he kissed her gently,
letting his fingers remain still inside her.  She became calm, cooing
softly as he kissed her, then shuddered once, and again, and was still.

Now, he thought.  If his timing was right, she could come again.
Again, he began to stimulate her with his tongue, gently licking her
clitoris, swirling.  His fingers began to move inside her.

"Oh god.  Oh god."

His tongue, his fingers moved faster.  He drew her between his lips,
sucking, licking her clit harder, and she exploded again, screaming and
bucking against him.  This time, she didn't come down, and he didn't
back off as she came and came, her orgasms flowing together.

***

"Oh god.  Oh god," she screamed as the orgasms flowed through her.  So
intense.  She had no idea anything could feel so good.  Her first
orgasm had been a revelation, and now they went on and on.  God, he was
a magician.

Finally, it became too much for her, and she cried, "Oh god. Stop." She
gasped for breath. "Too much.  Rich.  Please."

Gently, he kissed her, slipped his fingers from her.  He kissed her
pussy and her belly and a still hard nipple.  Finally, he gently kissed
her mouth.  Her lips parted and her tongue darted out, and she tasted
herself on him.  "Hmmm."

"You like the way you taste?"

"Uh huh."

"I love the way you taste."

"God, Rich.  That was incredible."

His reply was a simple kiss.

All at once, Cathi realized she wanted something else.  She wanted him
inside her, wanted to feel him stretch her, wanted to give him at least
a small dose of the pleasure he had just given her.  She wasn't sure if
she wanted another orgasm, wasn't even sure if she could stand another
orgasm, but she did want him inside her, wanted to feel him explode
inside her.

"Rich."

"Yes."

She took a breath, knowing how he'd want her to say it.  "Please fuck
me."

He didn't say a word.  She felt him begin to untie her, help her up
from the chair, lead her to the bed.  He took one of the black silk
stockings, tied one end around her right wrist, then tied the other end
to the bedpost.  "Please don't tie me, Rich. I want to be able to touch
you."

He took the other stocking, teasingly dragged it across her body, over
her nipples, and bound her left wrist.  "Not this time, Cathi.  I want
you to relax, and just receive.  But I will remove your blindfold
because I want to see your face, look into your eyes when you come."

"Okay," she said meekly.  He removed the blindfold and she saw his cock
for the first time, saw it throb, watched him slide the condom over it.

"See what making love to you does to me?"

"Hmm.  I want to do more than that to you."

"Shh," he said, kissing her softly.  Again, he kissed down her body,
sweetly, gently.  His kisses felt nice, but she was thoroughly sated,
and his kisses didn't have the electricity they had before.  But they
were very, very nice, and when he kissed her pussy,  slid his tongue
into her, licked her lips, she began to tingle again.  Her clit was
still too sensitive, and somehow he knew, and didn't touch it.  God he
always seemed to know just what she needed.  She smiled, laughing
inwardly.  Well of course he knew, he made her tell him, didn't he?
But, no.  He seemed to know what she needed  even before she did...

He kissed back up her body and positioned himself between her legs.  He
slid his hands under her, lifting her ass from the bed and got up on
his knees.  He was looking into her eyes, a look of passion, of intense
heat, and she felt him slide into her.  She gasped.  He felt so good.

He knelt back, resting on his haunches, just  the head of his cock
inside her, stretching her.  He was able to support himself this way
and have his hands free.  Gently he caressed her, his hands wandering
over her belly and her breasts.  Light, gentle touches.  He was so
calm, so controlled.  So unlike anyone she had ever known.  The tip of
his cock just inside her lips, stretching her.  She felt it throb.  It
felt so good.  And his passion was obvious in his intense blue eyes.
She was lost in those eyes.

She squeezed him and she felt his cock throb in response.

"Shh.  Easy Cathi, I want to make this last.  Just lie still and let me
love you."

"Uh huh."

He bent down, kissed her belly, kissed her nipple, kissed her throat.
His kisses had more electricity now, and as he moved higher, his cock
slid in deeper.  She moaned softly.  He kissed her mouth and their
tongues danced.  He bit her lip, drew her lip between his, gently
sucked  her tongue, and she remembered what his tongue had done to her
lower lips, how he sucked and licked her, and as they kissed the
electricity flowed to her pussy.

His hands moved up her sides, up this inside of her arms, almost
tickling.  Erotic.  His hands were on hers.  He moved up, deeper into
her, so hard, so deep.  Then he moved up and his cock slid out of her
and the head of his cock slid over her clit.  Oh god.  Then he was
inside her again, kissing her, kissing down her body, licking and
sucking her nipple.  Ohhh.  His kisses moved lower.  Yes, she thought,
lick me.  Lick my clit.  Now.

He kissed her lips, licked them. "Oh, yes, Rich, lick me. Suck me."

His tongue found her clit and she moaned loudly.  God, he was going to
do it to her again.  His tongue swirled around her.  He drew her lips
and her clit into his mouth once again.

"Ohh.  Oh.  Fuck me.  Please.  Fuck me now."

He kissed back up her body, his chest rubbing against her.  She writhed
against him.  His mouth was on her nipple and the current flowed
between her nipples and her clit.  He sucked one nipple, pinched the
other as his cock slid into her.

Slowly,  he withdrew, until just the head was inside, then slowly he
drove back inside.  Tantalizing.  She tried to grind against him, tried
to rub her clit against him.  Slowly he withdrew again, but this time
he withdrew all the way, letting the head of his cock slide over her
clit once again.

"God.  Please."

Her nipples were on fire as he licked and sucked them.  His cock slid
deep into her and he held it there, grinding against her.  And she
came.  She came deep and hard.  She came moaning and grinding against
him, pulsing and squeezing his hard cock.   He'd wanted to look into
her eyes when she came, and so she kept her eyes open.  The intensity
of his eyes burning into her made it impossible to shut them.  Looking
into his eyes, looking into his soul, she came.

***

Her face was so sweet, so pretty, and when she was lost in passion,
when he looked into her eyes as he fucked her, it was incredible.  And
when she came, her face was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.
The intensity in her eyes burned into him.  He felt as if she were
looking into his soul.

He could hold back no more.  When she came, her heat pulsing around
him, he let go, grinding, fucking, exploding into her.  Not since he
was a teenager had he come like this.  In fact, he couldn't remember
the last time he'd come twice in one night.

Still resting between her legs, still staring into those blue eyes, he
reluctantly let his still swollen cock slide from her.  How fortunate
he was, how wonderful it was that he found this woman, that he was able
to love her, help her let go, help her explore.  He smiled at her,
leaned forward kissed her gently on the forehead, then gently on the
lips.

She was smiling, so beautiful in the afterglow of her passion.

"Rich," she said sweetly, "would you untie me now so I can hold you?"

Still smiling, he loosened the stockings from the bedposts, and with
her wrists still wrapped in the black silk, she threw her arms around
him, holding him tight.  He held her like that for a long while,
silently enjoying her, lost in thoughts of the ecstasy they had shared.

She interrupted his thoughts, pulling away from him, removing the black
silk stocking from her right wrist, and holding it, looked at it
thoughtfully.  Then, with a mischievous look in her eyes,
said,  "Didn't you tell me you also write stories where the woman ties
up the man, teases him, makes him beg for what he needs?"

END


Copyright 2000
Tiramisu

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