Wind

June 14, 2008 § 3 Comments

She had no idea where she was.

The only thing she could hear was the wind hitting the wind chimes above her head.

The sound of them echoing loudly in her ears, the pace of them swinging creating a huge thump in her chest.

She could smell freshly cut grass, cut flowers, their pollen around her harshly.

The presence of them making her nose twitch uncontrollably.

She could feel the utter coldness of the room, the walls closing her in, the heat from the flickering candles warming her skin.

But she felt a sudden presence.

Someone was in the room with her, their breath slow and heavy.

A male breath, husky and dark. 

She could sense him.

Smell him.

Her eyes were covered with the feel of silk.

She could see nothing.

She was blind.

Innocent.

Darkness surrounding her.

She could feel steady footsteps approach her.

Hands unfastening the bondage around her fragile wrists, ankles and silk for her eyes.

His touch was warm, his hands large and so smooth.

His natural smell reminded her of soft sandalwood and cinnamon.

Butterflies collected in her stomach rapidly.

Her heart skipping a beat hard and fast.

As she finally laid eyeson her capturer he was beautiful.

Light blonde hair framed his face to perfection, penetrating blue eyes hotter than the sea waves together.

Pouting shaped rose bud lips, that looked to delicate to touch by hand.

She was in awe of his sight.

As she stared, he stroked her hair off of her face gently.

He said nothing…not a word…just the steady thump of his breathing against his chest.

There felt like no words could pass her lips.

Her mouth froze, almost shut down.

*      *     *     *    *    *

Circling around her.

He faced her.

His intense glare driving her wild in her seat with hunger for his touch.

She felt no fear.

No tears.

No shock.

She could do nothing.

She felt helpless to his restraints.

He finally found his way to the front of her.

Crouching down he asked her one thing.

His breath husky against his throat.

“Open your legs for me”

She complied immediately opening them wide, so he could clearly see straight up her silk black corset dress.

He knew exactly what to do, his hands so talented, like an artist at work.

He started to roll down her stockings.

Sliding them down her thighs one by one.

Her heelsremoved with one gracefull move.

The way he moved his fingertips.

His hands.

She could feel my wetness slipping through her silk underwear.

She knew it was visible to him because she could see his smile peek and wake across his face beautifully.

Tiny dimples creasing his cheeks.

Before She could pull herself from the dream world she was creating, he stood up and pulled her fiercely to him, pushing her back against the wall behind them.

He pinned her arms above her head.

His strong erection pressing against her swollen pussy.

Feelings of sudden fear and anticipation hit her hard.

Pressing his lips against hers.

Sucking and teasing, he ran his hands down her neck, outlining her pertrouding collar bone.

Smoothing his wondering fingers over her now fully hardened nipples, running them further down until sliding his hands gently into her knickers and burying them deep into her pussy.

Her head threw back.

Gasps leaving her lips loudly.

Her eyes dark.

Entwining them, curling them.

She could feel herself nearing orgasm.

Approaching like a steam train about to de-rail out of control.

She knew he could feel her nearing and stopped.

Her frustration showing like a storm.

Before she could even catch her breath and wake herslef, he lifted her.

The feel of soft duvets and pillows hit her back.

The smell of oak wood, draping curtains.

They filled her nose daringly.  

At this moment in time, it felt like all stood still.

Her eyes focused on the tiny dust particles floating around her head.

They focused on the neatly sewed hemming thread of the silk linen sheets her body was spread on.

Her every sense felt heightened.

Her mind tricking her.

She couldn’t tell what was reality and what was make believe anymore.

*    *    *    *    *

He took her hands and tied them with a fuchsia pink matt material Ishe knew well.

He wrapped them tightly round her wrists and ankles, pulling them taught to check their restraints.

Her stomach clenched as he ran his hands up her thighs.

His lips following in their path.

Rolling his tongue in circles.

Teasing.

Making her moan.

“Beg” He said breathlessly.

“Please, Please” she replied.

“More, beg me” He shouted.

“Make me cum, please Sir, make me cum” She screamed.

Her body now aching for release.

Suddenly his whole mouth engulfed her pussy.

Sucking it’s torment.

His tongue stroking deep within her.

Building her up gently.

Her hips moved from side to side.

Her thighs spread wide.

Her body shaking.

Her fingers scraping the head board above her head.

He knew how to make her cum and cum again over and over.

She was so close…

Before she knew it, he gripped her thighs and plunged his cock straight into her.

Her warmth surrounding him.

Covering him.

Gentle screams left her mouth.

His voice filling her head as she felt him contract.

It was enough to tip her over the edge, as her orgasm fast approached his.

Trailing.

Unwinding.

Unravelling and controlling.

She could feel no part of her body.

Her legs had gone numb from the sensations.

Her breath still fast and hammering.

As she snapped back into reality finally, she felt his body lift.

His legs untangle from hers.

He uttered not one word and neither did she.

 

 

 

©Copyright of Charlotte Thorpe

Carnival

June 10, 2008 § 1 Comment

Stepping through the tall metal gate ahead of them, she took his hand in hers.

Her eyes having to fully adjust to what was going on around her.

Dancing, twirls.

People surrounding them.

 Couples old and young.

Horses prancing around.

She could feel the smile creeping across her face gradually.

The smell of sugary doughnuts and hot chocolate filled her senses, creating a homely sense to them that send butterfiles into her stomach.

Rides of every shape and size.

Their colours reflecting shadows onto the muddy grass under their feet.

Laughter and screams filled the nights air.

It was exciting and exhilarating all in one.

Costumes to delight.

Glitter, feathers of amazement and fishnet stockings.

Naughty treats and naughty thoughts.

He knew she’d love this and he knew how to spoil her.

She remembered the carnival from when she was a little girl.

Mesmerized by the smells and colours, shows and people.

Hot winding candyfloss that her mother would remind her rotted her teeth if she had too much and her father that would keep sneakily buying her more!

Suddenly before she could gather her thoughts, he took her hand and guided her to the large caress wheel lighted up unconditionally in the middle.

You couldn’t miss it.

His smile glowing on his face as he looked back at her.

Climbing on carefully, it started to move.

Turning into the sky that lay so close to them, you could almost touch it.

They were alone and in love.

His lips pressed against hers, leaving tiny trails of pleasure in their wake.

His kisses more urgent.

She pulled him closer to her, feeling herself growing wet under his touch.

She needed him.

She wanted him.

The breeze filling her thoughts.

Leaning over towards her body he removed her vest top, kissing over her silk yellow satin bra, removing it discreetly from her breasts. 

Shivers raced up her back at the feel.

Holding him close to her, he started to remove her jeans, rolling them down her waist first, teasing her gentle curves, pulling them down her legs and shaking them from her feet.

I could feel him running his hands up her inner thighs.

Her wetness seeping through to her silk knickers.

His fingers trailed into her, rubbing me passionately.

Groans left her lips.

Her head thrown back in pure pleasure.

Running his hands gradually round her clit perfectly.

In rhythm.

Harder.

Faster.

Taking his time.

She could feel herself getting warmer.

Closer to giving up.

She didn’t want it to end.

She never wanted it to end.

She felt his lips and tongue run across her nipples, round the circles of her breasts, creating his torture against her skin.

She was there already.

She came and came against his pulsing hand.

Her juices leaving crystal clear traces.

The ride was at an end.

The night was closing in.

She needed more.

 

©Copyright of Charlotte Thorpe

Dance

June 9, 2008 § 1 Comment

Flame dancing.

Hands moving.

Flowers opening.

Under water kisses.

Maps trailed.

Colours ripe.

Pink, blue, yellow, orange.

Willow trees.

Thoughts.

Feelings.

His pleasure.

Her  pleasure.

Reach her.

Entwining lips.

Sheltered.

Handle her.

Love hearts.

Fingerprints all over.

Rising.

Take her.

Harder.

Faster.

Light.

Dark.

She’s his.

 

©Copyright of Charlotte Thorpe

Breath

June 3, 2008 § 11 Comments

Clothes off, slipping down her hips, landing on the glass floor beneath her.

Hands tracing stories of discovery.

Lily’s thrown to the floor, scattered petals everywhere.

Burning a scent in her mind.

Kisses that burn passion against her skin.

Fingers creating immense pleasure.

Glass and beams don’t exist to hide her.

Silks, glitter and flame hit her every inch.

Leaving marks of beauty.

You can’t scratch her surface.

You can control her being.

You can pull pleasure from her body like no other.

Moans, beads of sweat leave her.

Carvings of love on trees.

She needs you.

Touch her.

Feel her.

Make her cum.

Cum again and again.

Beauty.

Her defenses are down.

She’s falling into you.

Hold her and be gentle.

Make her yours.

 

©Copyright of Charlotte Thorpe

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