Next Round - A Rainy Day

I awake to the sound of rain on the window; it's really coming down. Not sure what time it is, but it's light outside, a dreary light. You're sleeping softly next to me, your naked body warm next to mine. So sexy....

Then I remember what I'm wearing. The details of last night's events start to come back to me, and I close my eyes. I rub my head, a little sore from the scotch. That's when I realize I'm not cuffed any longer. You must have unlocked the cuffs while I slept. THANK YOU! I am so happy to be freed that I could grab you and kiss you. But for this morning, I have something else in mind.

I slip out of bed and head to the bathroom, immediately remove the dreaded garment and thow it away. I take a hot shower, shave and put on a nice pair of silk boxers and a robe that I leave untied. I smile to myself when I think about what happened last night. You REALLY had your way with me! I'm getting aroused thinking about how hot it made you. I can't believe how I fell into that one - got what I deserved for acting like a schmuck.

I move to the kitchen and start the coffee. I put together a nice tray for your: cup of coffee, lightly toasted bagel, a bowel of strawberries, a bowl of wip cream. I notice you have mapel syrup, some of which I squeeze into a coffe creamer. For later. As I bring the tray into the bedroom, I see some of the articles from last night -- the hand cuffs dangling from the bed posts, my suit shredded on the floor, the water pan lying in a puddle by the bed. You are starting to stir, too. I tried to move around quietly, but I knew you'd hear me anyway - it's hard to sneak around a Tiger. That's OK, I want you to start waking up.

I place the tray on the table near your head where you can smell the coffee. Your eyes are more fully open, and you're quietly watching me move around. I pick up the pan and towel up the water on the floor. I stand by the bed and admire you. My eyes trace your naked form covered by only a sheet. Did anyone ever look so ravishing? You have a look of satisfaction and contentment on your face. Did I ever want anyone this much? To utterly devour someone, head to toe? This much? Not possible....

"She thinks I'm whipped," I think to myself, chuckling.

You sit up slightly and start to sip the coffee as I move toward the foot of the bed. I'm not going to rush you. I sit on foot of the bed and pull the sheets up off your lower legs. I take one of your feet in both hands and begin to massage it, rubbing your foot and your ankle, your toes. I slowly work on one, then the other, as you nibble on your bagel. Our gaze has been locked all the while, but we've neither said a word. You obviously enjoy your foot massage, and I am noticeably aroused further.

I move and sit next to you, facing you. I take a strawberry, dip it in whip cream and hold it to your mouth. You lean forward and take a bite, a sensual bite, leaving your lips on my fingers for a moment. Ahhh.

"Good morning, Sabrina. Did you sleep well?"

"Thank you for un-cuffing me, you don't know how much that means to me." You smile broadly at that, beaming with pride it might seam. You are so DAMN beautiful!

"You and I have both compelled the other to do our will. Once. We've both experienced the dominant force of the other and have had to submit to the desire of the other."

"But, let's face it. Neither one of us is ready to really submit to the other. That is still undecided."

"However, for today, this rainy day, or at leaset this morning, what do you say we explore some free will?

I put a little whip cream on my finger and dab it on your chin.

"Oops, let me get that," as I lean in to you....
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11 Responses Jul 19, 2010

Damn it feels good... good.... I pull your face up a bit so your tongue is right on my ****... <br />
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"right there, baby, right there! you concentrate on my magic button... Ahhhhhhhhhhhh, yes... yeah... right there... I am grinding into you ... y ou take one finger and put it in me... it slides in easily... then curl it up and push a little...<br />
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"AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" You know you have found my G-spot.....<br />
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OHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, YESSSSSSSSSSSSS!" It isn't even my shouting that tells you that I have ***... it's my *** pounding the table, and my heels kicking your back....<br />
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YES, YES, YES......<br />
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AHHHHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.............<br />
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Oh, yeah.....<br />
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"Maybe we can find a cab over on Columbus....."

Oh, your ****** feels so good.... you are shaking and rolling and I love feeling it.... then you have finished and I am still hanging.... you are on me... I take my finger from your back side... <br />
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"I think a little mouth music is in order, baby... please... NOW!"

"UGH.... damn.... no... probably not... ahhhhhhhhh.... ohhhhhhhhh...." <br />
I work my hand down your crack as far as it will go... I can just manage to reach our back hole and work my index finger to it... each time you move it moves with you... just a little... I have my eyes closed... your thick **** is pushing against my *****... your pelvic bone against my ****... it reminds me of high school... of heavy make out sessions in cellers and cars... of dry humping and sexual experimentation... of coming home to my parents smelling of sex.... I wriggle under you in a motion that never failed to bring my boyfriends to an ******... and which gave me a mind-blasting feeling too......<br />
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"So.. ahhhhhhhhhh... let's............. reconsider.......... getting.......... the ...OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.. ..............YES..... BUS ... YES YES AHHHHHH!!!!<br />
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You are making noises over me and writhing and so am I.... damn... now we have to change clothes already.....

I move one of my arms down from where you are holding it and move it over your back... down to your shorts... I can just reach down to under the band and your your asscheeks which I cup...<br />
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My legs are up around your hips... and I am grinding against your erection... our sweat is mixing on our chests and stomachs... my breasts are squashed up against yours.... I seek out your lips and bite them, not hard, just using my teeth... <br />
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"We'd have to go crosstown and then change to a downtown... aaahhhhh.... maybe a cab would be.... ahhhhh.... better.... you think?"?

MMMM... I eat the strawberry out of your mouth... the only thing juicier than the fruit is my *****.... I can feel myself dripping down there... I close my eyes and feel your tongue on me... on my breasts... on my belly... I wrap my legs around you and pull you in close to me... your enlarged phallus pushed up against my tiny shorts... I pull on your hair and bring you up to my face....<br />
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"So... " I am having trouble with my voice... the words are coming out between deep gasping breaths... You wanna get a cab to the museum or a bus?"

Damn that feels good.... your mouth on my nipples... they haven't been sucked in days... I throw my hands up over my head, arching my back to push myself up at you... I am so enjoying the feeling of just laying there with your worshipping my body....

"Moma... mmmmmm" I pull you to me again... kissing you hard... my hands in your hair... I feel my heart starting to race... am I ready to go to the museum now? Maybe you had a good idea before... whipped cream, strawberries... I take a hand from behind your head and bring it around to the front... find the bottom of your t-shirt... pull it up so that my hand can get under it... start running my hand over your chest... feeling your hair between my fingers... feeling your man-nips get hard under my touch.

I put my coffee cup down, grab another strawberry, and then quickly get up and sit down again, this time facing you, straddling you, my bra-less breasts pushed up against you, I bite the strawberry, tossing the stem on the floor and push our mouths together... our tongues intertwine as we masticate the fruit together... I feel you pushing up against my crotch... and I smell my perfume much more strongly now... a sure sign my own temperature is rising. We break off the kiss, both of us opening our eyes slowly, both short of breath.<br />
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"Museum, huh?" I breath at you.... "which one? The Met? Moma? Whitney?" I pull your head to me and our lips lock together again.

"Good heavens! Me and you the last two people on the whole damn earth? So... we're like Adam and Eve? With New York City as our Garden of Eden? Hmmmmm."<br />
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I sip some coffee.... put down the cup and reach over to the table for a strawberry... I take it, bite off half of it, turn to you and kiss you ... my tongue pushing it into your mouth... we kiss and eat it together... that one... another one... a third... <br />
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"You know... I think that we should go somewhere together... wanna go to the park? A museum? A bookstore? A sex shop?"

I finish my shower in peace... good, I love being clean... and I really do wake up slowly in the morning... I can never understand people who wake up and are just brimming with energy... ugh! Not me.... <br />
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I have some nice clean fluffy towels to use... powder to put on... blow dry my hair... get somemake up on... I look down at my toes and decide the nail polish is still good there... add some lipstick... then out to get some clothes... I get slip on a pair of red boishorts for undies, and don't bother with a bra, step into my short shorts and throw on a white shirt a guy left here one time... dab some perfume onto my neck, between the boobies, a little on the arms and back of my thighs... all ready... <br />
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I walk out and laugh when I find you sitting with your back against the wall... I go into the kitchen, get myself another cup of coffee, add my sugar and cream, then walk out to you... I pull the table away from you, take the paper out of your hands, sit on your lap with my cup in one hand and the other around your neck...<br />
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"Anything good in the Times?"

I put a finger up against your lips.<br />
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“Not so fast. You know I wake up slowly.” I roll to the other side of the bed, swing my legs to the floor and get up. I hear your intake of breath as I stand naked in the room. Men… so easy to predict and get reactions from.<br />
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I walk to the bathroom and go in first to the sink where I put toothpaste on my brush and turn it on… I hate morning breath…. <br />
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I finish, rinse and look out at you… you are still standing there at the bed… I think about closing the door, but have never quite figured out why men and women do that when they have had sex together, I mean, what secrets are left? So I sit and pee. At this point, I have no modesty about this. I wipe and go into the shower.<br />
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The lovely warm water pours sensuously over my body as I rub the soap over it…. Surely, if you are to make your move now is one of the times you might do it. You have already showered, but that would be the easiest thing for you to do, come in here with me, although that would be so totally predictable. Will you lack imagination? Or will I have to deal with something more adventuresome?<br />
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And I smile thinking about later… I have that to look forward to… a little surprise that I know you will not have anticipated….