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From: Beltorion@aol.com
Subject: {ASSM} Sub enchanted evening (M/F light Dom-sub, Romantic)
Date: Mon, 15 Oct 2001 13:10:04 -0400
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Sub enchanted evening (M/f light Dom-sub, Romantic)

   (Comments welcome, beltorion@aol.com )

   You stood there in the candlelight, your eyes big and shining in the
flicker.  Looking a little nervous...maybe a little scared.  Also more than
a little excited.  Very pretty in the little black dress.  In the Italian
restaurant, many eyes were upon you, you were turning heads.  I stand
behind you, and you feel my breath on your neck.  "Stand still" I say
softly into your ear, and my voice is husky.  While my lips are there, I
nibble softly on your earlobe, my warm breath in your ear, and a delightful
shiver goes through you, but you force yourself to remain in the same
standing position, legs slightly apart, hands at your side.  I run my hands
along your bare arms, gently tracing patterns on your skin.  A wave of
goosebumps rise and then subside.  Your flesh is so warm.  I reach down
below your skirt to your bare legs; you aren't wearing any pantyhose. 
Lovely legs, slim but just a little plump in all the right places.  My
fingers trace down, your thigh, the back of your knee, down your calve, to
your ankle.  I push upward, and you lift your foot, and I remove your shoe.
Black heels, not particularly high.  I slip it off, and it's like some
reverse Cinderella, with your prince removing your slipper instead of
trying it on.  I gently trace your foot, running a finger across the top,
then underneath, from heel to toes.  I've given you foot massages before,
but this is a light tickle.  You gasp and giggle and squirm a little bit.
Then I release your foot and you stand there with one foot bare in the
carpet.  My fingers trace back up your leg again.  To your skirt line and
further up.  They brush along your inner thighs.  Further up, almost to
your holy of holies.  No panties, which I'm well aware of, since I am the
one who, right before we left early in the evening for the theater, knelt
briefly in the stairwell of my apartment, reached under your skirt, and
grasping your black lacy panties, gently yanked them down, having you step
out of each leg.

   * * *

   They're still in my jacket pocket where I put them afterwords.  You
seemed both agitated and excited, afraid some neighbors would step into the
hallway and see this.  You blushed prettily, the warm flush washing over
your face, and, I'm sure, other delightful areas of your body.  All through
the play and the dinner afterwards, I was thinking of you sitting there in
your sexy black dress and no panties.  I could have driven to the theater
and restaurant, but instead I parked and we took the train.  As you walked
in the train station, and on the downtown sidewalks, you moved
conservatively, lest a gust of wind show the world your secret.  When the
train came roaring into the station, your hands instinctively went to your
hemline, making sure the blast of air didn't give you a Marilyn Monroe
moment.

   In the theater, you became the aggressive one, your fingers brushing
against my crotch, which, after a few repetitions of this, was a raging
hardon.  Later at dinner, when we split a bottle of wine, you got very
giggly and gushing sexy, your eyes big and wide, I always get lost in those
eyes.  You slipped off your heels during dinner, and played footsy
periodically, and once your bare foot found its way again to my crotch.  As
I've found in the past, you can be so very dexterous with those toes. 
Again, you were keeping me in a steadily erect state, which towards the end
of dinner was getting a bit painful, unrelieved.  As we walked back to the
train station, we were both walking self-consciously, you with no panties,
and me with an erection that felt the size of an oil derrick.  It was cool,
and you shivered a little; you probably should have worn a coat.  I
gallantly offered my sportcoat, but you shook your head and just walked
along, clinging to my arm.  Our fingers entwined, playing a sensuous little
game there.

   Once back in the car, you snuggled up to me and kissed me, tilting my
head with one hand, and our lips met.  Your tongue danced saucily into my
mouth, and your other hand was running through my hair.  This was
delightful, but I decided it was time to take the initative again: you had,
after all, said you wanted to play a submissive role in tonight's activies,
and you were thus far being very aggressive.  I ran my hands up your leg,
under your skirt to your inner thighs, and brushed your ses.  You were
moist there; delightful.  I removed my fingers, which had just a touch of
your moisture on them, and put them to my lips.  I could smell your scent.
I licked the fingers clean, and then offered the thumb to your lips.  You
closed your eyes and surrounded it with your beautiful rosebud mouth, and
begin sucking softly.  I removed my thumb and placed my forefinger in your
mouth, and you did the same.  Then I slid in another finger.  You sucked
lasciviously, a pantomime of fellatio, and you had a grin that couldn't be
concealed by your occupied mouth.  I was at full flagpole again now.  I
started the car, and drove out of the train station's parking lot, but
before long pulled into a residential neighborhood.  It was close to
midnight now.  Around a curve, there were several dark houses, and a ravine
on the other side, so it was a secluded spot.  I parked in front of one of
the dark houses.  I had many pleasures planned for you tonight, but my more
urgent needs I needed to satisfy now.  Erect most of the evening, I
probably would not last too long now.  But that would be ok, I'm a quick
recoverer, and that would mean I'd be able to go longer on subsequent
times. I looked over at you there in the darkness, mostly invisible in your
black dress, but your pale legs and arms and face illuminated by the tiny
but potent lights of the stereo, red and green.  "Are you sure you want
this evening to go as we discussed?"

   You hesitated just a second.  But you nodded your head firmly.  "Mmmm
hmmm."

   "We don't have to." I continued.  "We can go back to my place and make
glorious love, fantastic sex, without any dominant-submissive overtones. 
That would be as great as it always is with you."

   "No, no, I want to do this.  I've been so wet this evening just thinking
about it." you say.

   "Ok then.  You will do what I say.  I will be gentle, but firm.  If we
get into any territory where you're feeling uncomfortable, you just need to
say so.  We'll have a phrase.  If you want to backoff, or stop, just
say..uh...uh...'I did not have sex with Miss Lewinsky.'"

   That broke the tension, and she laughed.  "Well, I didn't want something
that you might just blurt out in the heat of passion unknowingly." I said.

   "Now...are you ready?" You nodded.  Then, feeling you had to say
something, stated, "Yes."

   I brought my fingertips back to your lips again.  You dutifully begin
sucking on them.  "I think you're ready for the real thing." I said, voice
hoarse.

   I undid my belt, unzipped my pants, and parted them.  You needed little
direction, you bent across the seat, somewhat awkward with the gearshift,
and your fingers expertly moved my boxers aside, freeing my erection.  With
one beautiful look up at me, and the look in your eyes was one I hoped was
burned into my memory, your head sank into my lap, and you took me your
mouth.  Just the head, and an inch of my shaft.  Your fingers of one hand
moved along the shaft, and the other hand cupped my balls.  You possessed
my cock wholly, balls in the palm of your hand, fingers of the other hand
moving up and down my shaft lightly, but firmly, playing me like a musical
instrument.  And your mouth delightful, alternately sucking the bulb, and
running your tongue all around it.  The sucking, slurping noises were
really a turn on, and periodically you'd make a noise in your throat, an
"Mmmmm" sound like you were enjoying your meal.  You started humming a
little tune with my cock in your mouth, which always drives me crazy.  My
hands played in your hair, caressed the back of your neck, and traced
gently over the dress down your backbone.  You were doing a wonderful,
energetic job, but I had to fight the urge to grasp your head and force you
down on my cock.  I knew you didn't like to take it very deep, but what you
were doing was fantastic.  As predicted, I didn't last very long, an
evening of being turned on by you had me primed.  "I'm going to cum in your
mouth." I said, a last warning.  A question.  Back off now or be prepared.
"Mmmmm hmmmmmph" you merely said, muffled, but seemingly eagerly.  I shot
then, your hand still caressing my testicles, your other hand stroking even
harder, your suction gentle but steady.  I spasmed and gasped, and 4 or 5
jets of semen spurted into your mouth.  You dutifully swallowed it, and I
felt like I was transported to a higher plane, the blood roaring through my
veins, I had a buzz on that wasn't from the wine, it was from the beautiful
orgasm you'd orchestrated.  I'd been saving it up for almost a week, as
soon as I discovered we were going to have this evening, and the slow
torture was worth it now.  My cock stopped spurting, but a few spasms
continued, and you continued to gently work me with your tongue until I was
finished.  I lay back, sweating, feeling very confined suddenly, still in
my sportcoat and tie.  We stayed there for a few minutes, the sounds of the
light rock station on the radio almost inaudible.  Suddenly a car wheeled
around the corner, stabbing with the headlights, which probably weren't
brights but seemed so.  I had a brief flash of your lovely face there in my
lap, your head turned to one side, my softening cock still in your mouth.
You tensed from the headlights, but then the car sped on by.  "Time to go."
I said.  You withdrew and I zipped up.  We drove home in silence, both
thinking of how the rest of the evening would unfold.  You sat quietly, the
taste of me still with you.  I looked over, and once you thoughtfully
licked your lips.

   * * *

   And now, here we were, you barefoot in your black dress, me, having
removed my sportcoat and tie, crouched down beside you, my hands up under
your skirt, tracing teasingly around your shaved pussy, but not actually
venturing to touching your innermost areas yet.  You were very wet.  An
evening of mental foreplay had gotten you worked up too.

   I grasped your ankles and forced your stance a little wider apart.  Then
standing behind you, I took your bare arms and held them above your head.
You held the position, and I unzipped your dress, and then lifted it above
you.  Off your arms, and you stood there, now mostly bare pale flesh,
lovely in the candlelight.  Your black lacy bra still on, and nothing else
but your earrings.  I was about to throw the dress carelessly on the sofa,
but, instead, went to the closet and got a hanger and hung it up.  Returned
to find you standing still in the same position, hands above your head like
in a holdup.  Very fetching looking.  I ran my hands up your arms, and then
gently urged them down to your sides again.  Then brought them behind you,
until you were standing at parade rest, military style.  I ran my hands
along your back, loving the feel of your back muscles.  I kneaded your
shoulders and neck gently.  You were a little tense.  Kissing your neck
again, my hands moved to your front and grasped your breasts through the
bra.  Through the bra I could feel your erect nipples.  I reached behind
and undid your bra, and slipped it off, my hands moving back around you to
cup your exposed breasts.  I rubbed then gently, circling around, ending up
with thumb and forefinger on each nipple, which I tweaked gently.  You
moaned.  I moved to your front, and still grasping one breast, moved my
mouth to the next, running my mouth in slowly narrowing circles until I had
your nipple in my mouth.  You arched your back, thrusting your breasts
forward a bit, and I could tell you were having a hard time standing still,
but you kept your hands clasped behind you.  I slowly slid down, running my
tongue down between your breasts, tracing a line across your smooth tummy,
down to your pussy.  Again, I played, circling your inner thighs, not yet
dwelling on your clit or venturing into the folds of your cunny.

   I moved behind you.  I love that part on a woman, the little fold where
the ass ends and the leg begins.  I ran my tongue along here.  Then stood
up, running my mouth up your clasped arms, then your backbone.  I moved
again until I could see your face, and your eyes were shining, your whole
body glowing, I'd gotten you hot as...  well...  insert your own analogy
here.  You were quivering in place, and moaning softly as my mouth roamed
across your body.

   I loved looking into your eyes, though you were increasingly closing
them as passion welled up inside you, but what I had in mind would
unfortunately require those lovely eyes to be out of view for awhile.  I
walked off to the bedroom, and returned in a few minutes with a cloth
blindfold, which I put over your eyes.  You gasped.  Now your world was
darkness, you standing naked and blindfolded.  It was a tiny bit chilly in
here, and you shivered slightly.  Your nipples were already hard.

   We were on the 3rd floor, and before you'd felt a little exposed
stripping with the curtains open, but you didn't think anyone could see us.
Now, blindfolded, you felt even more exposed.

   Going to my sportcoat, I retrieved your black lace panties from the
pocket where they had been all evening.  Winding the material around my
fingers, I begin brushing your nipples with it.  The silky part and the
rougher part with the lace pattern caused a titilating..ahem..sensation on
your nipples, and you moaned.  I slid down and begin rubbing the panty
material over your clit, and then your pussy's entrance.  The novelty of it
not being fingers and flesh, but the material of your panties used to
stimulate you, was working you up, as if you hadn't already been primed.

   I again disappeared, and you could tell by my footsteps I went to the
kitchen.  I busied around there for awhile, you could hear the fridge slam,
drawers open and close, the sound of silverware clinking, etc.  You were a
little apprehensive.  I returned, and you could hear me set some things
down on the table.  Then I brought a wineglass to your lips.  "Drink." I
said, and you took a sip of wine, you realized your mouth was dry and
parched all of a sudden.  Just a sip, you realized you'd probably really
had enough wine, and you might need a clear head for the rest of the
evening.  I put the wineglass aside, you heard it clink on the coffeetable,
and then, after a pause, you felt a burning on your forehead.  You realize
after a moment it's an icecube, which I run down your face, and offer it to
your mouth.  You open your lips, and feel its shape, it's big and square. I
run it down your chin, your neck, until it's between your breasts.  I
annoit each nipple with it, and then slowly run it down your tummy.  It's
leaving a little wet line, along the same path my mouth travelled earlier.
I run it down, again teasing around your pussy, finally circling around and
running it across your clit.  You gasp and squirm, and your muscles
tighten; you're having a real effort to keep from unclasping your arms.  I
run the ice cube down your legs now, and back up, now moving closer around
your pussy.  I tease around the lips, and then slide it in partly.  Moving
it around, it's now melted quite a bit, the edges rounded.  I continue
working it.  You are really getting vocal now, moaning and muttering words,
a little incoherently, "yes" a lot, "god" a lot, biting your lip.  I expect
that this is going to go awhile longer, but you suddenly scream, and your
knees buckled, and you fall to the carpet to your knees, shaking.  You have
a lovely powerful orgasm.  I sink to my knees too and continue to work you
with the ice cube, which is quickly diminishing with your inner heat.  When
it's just a sliver, I pop it into my mouth...then I take your face in my
hands, kiss your lips, part them, and slide the ice cube into your mouth
with my tongue.  You take it and suck on it for a second, then crunch it
between your teeth and it's gone.

   "I'm sorry." you say, "I couldn't stay standing." "Shhhhhh." I intone. I
move lower, my mouth and hands playing with your tits on the way down, and
then I spread your knees wider, and my tongue moves to where the ice cube
was so recently.  I grasp your ass cheeks and dine on your pussy, my tongue
dancing into your folds.  In very short order you are coming again.  You
kneel there gasping, sweating despite the slight chill.  I guess I should
turn up the heat a little, but, actually, the contrast of coolness and
warmth is stimulating.

   I rise again, and I'm hard again.  I present my cock to your blindfolded
face, running it across your forehead, your cheeks.  It's dry now, just a
tiny hint of precum at its tip.  You open your mouth, and I again slide it
in, and you gently work me, while I look down at your blindfolded face. 
I'd like to see your eyes, but you can't have everything.  You kneel there,
in darkness from your vantage point, your world filled with my cock in your
mouth.  I'm in no danger of coming for a long time now, having shot
earlier, so I just enjoy the sensation for awhile.  Finally I withdraw,
popping out of your little rosebud mouth, and I leave for a minute.  You
feel a void, now with your mouth empty.  I return, and put a cushion behind
you, then urge you back onto the carpet, on your back, on the cushion.  I
straddle you, and you shiver as my cock brushes between your legs, and then
moves across your tummy, finally coming to rest between your breasts.  You
know what I want, and your hands come up to either side of your breasts,
pushing them together.  I slide my cock between your breasts, and begin
slowly titty-fucking you.  It feels very good, and it's interesting seeing
your blindfolded face, a few inches from my cock thrusting between your
cleavage.  A few minutes of this and I abruptly stand up, then grasping
your shoulders, urge you to your feet.  Leading you to a wall, I place you
flat against it.  Then I press my body up against you, my hard cock
pointing straight up, against your belly, your breasts against my chest, my
face pins your head to the wall gently, and my mouth covers yours with
fierce kisses.  My hands hold your face as I french kiss you, then they
slide down to your breasts, then lower down, you are so wet down there.  I
grasp your hips and lift a little, and then, with just a little effort,
finally slide my cock into your pussy, you offer a little unladylike grunt
as I fill you, and then I begin slowly fucking you there against the wall.
You are loving it, making the most delightful noises.

   After a few minutes of this, I lift you up, hands on your ass, my cock
still inside you, and I awkwardly move over to the couch.  Almost stumble
for a moment, and then, on the couch, I lay you back and begin earnestly
fucking you, sliding my cock in and out hard.  Your wet pussy is so tight,
so warm.  I pop out and decide to change position again, turn you around,
bend you over the couch.  I enter you again, this time from behind, doggy
style, as I thrust, my hands are grasping your tits, and I'm gently
tweaking your nipples in time with my thrusts.  Two fast thrusts, and then
a slow one, a rhythm, and your body arcs to anticipate my thrusts, your
tits shaking as my body rocks you, my mouth is on the side of your neck,
you turn your head so that our lips meet.  I keep thrusting, fast fast,
slow, relentlessly, pistoning, and finally you come so loud I'm sure the
neighbors hear it.  I continue riding you for a few minutes, and then
disengage.  Sitting down on the couch, my cock still hard, I pull you into
my lap.  Still blindfolded, you're never quite sure what I'm going to guide
you into next.  You wrap your legs around me, and impale yourself on my
cock.  Your legs curl behind my back, and meanwhile you're bouncing up and
down on my pole, while I lift your ass and then allow you to settle back
down on cock.  We sit in this position for awhile, just gently fucking, and
finally you're over the edge, coming for the 4th time this evening, and my
cock finally can't take it anymore and I come for the 2nd.  We both are
gasping, breathing hard, and we finally slow to a stop.  My cock still
inside you, semi-hard.  Our arms are around each other, and we are both
shiny with sweat.  I hug you close, your breasts pressing against my chest,
and gently kiss your face, finally peeling away the blindfold revealing
your lovely eyes again.  I kiss each eyelid, forcing you to close them
again briefly, and then there's a long period where we just hold each
other. Almost dozing, but not quite.  It's starting to get a little chilly
in here, and I don't want to move, you're so snug and warm, but I finally
lift you off, and go get a blanket.  Wrap us both in it, and we snuggle on
the couch, just enjoying each other's warmth lazily.  In another hour or so
I might want to go again, before we go to bed, but for now, we're just
wrapped around each other.

   "So", you whisper into my neck, "What are we doing next Saturday night?"

   "Well...let's see...I had some other things in mind with this
blindfold...the shower...the bubble bath where I soap you up...you tied up
with scarves, spread-eagled on my big bed..."

   You leaned in closer, and whispered into my ear, "The night's still
young...and there's nowhere I have to be tomorrow."

   We spent about another ten minutes just snuggling up and enjoying each
other's warmth.  My hands gently rubbing your back.  You curled up around
me, one foot was gently, lazily rubbing my cock.  A foot-job that was
having results; I was starting to stiffen again.  Your hands where tracing
little patterns on my chest.

   I stood up, abruptly displacing the blanket, exposing us both to the
slightly chilly air.  I grasped your arms, and pulled you to your feet. 
Standing face to face, naked, I kissed you again on the forehead, your
closed eyes, down your cheek, until our lips met.  Then with a grin, I put
the blindfold in place again.  I gently grasped each of your nipples with
the thumb and forefinger of a hand.  Then, walking backward, still pinching
your nipples, I urged you onward, leading you by the breasts, carefully
around corners since you were blindfolded, into the bathroom.  I put the
toilet seat down, and, cupping your crotch with one hand, my other hand on
your back, urged you down to sit on the toilet seat.  I began to run the
bathwater.  You sat there blindfolded, awaiting what I'd come up with next
with anticipation.  I sat down on the tub, swishing the water to make sure
it was warm but not too hot.  As the tub filled, I looked over at your
lovely form, naked and blindfolded and sitting primly on the toilet seat,
legs together, hands in your lap.  The air was still a little chilly, but
every once in awhile some warm drops splashing from the filling tub would
land on you.  A wave of goosebumps swept over you, and you shivered a
little.  I got out a bathsponge.  Just watching you, my erection was back.
I felt like I could keep entertaining you (and entertaining myself with
you) until at least the sunrise.  Then we'd both probably needs a good lazy
until mid afternoon sunday sleep.  I leaned close and whispered into your
ear, "This has been great so far.  But the best is yet to come." While I
waited for the tub to fill, I pushed your knees apart, and begin to idly
explore you.  You sighed, and bit your lip, and tried to keep still and not
squirm, your world dark behind the blindfold, just the sound of the water,
the bathroom fan going, and my hands on your body.  It was about 2am now.
The next 5 hours before sunrise were going to be fun....

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