For my very first SSS, here are six sentences from GO DEEP, out now from Ellora's Cave.
Black and white didn’t quite describe it. It glowed with a seductive, silvery sheen. Especially the woman’s naked flesh. A man and a woman inhabited the photo as if nothing else existed in the world. They saw nothing but each other, two parts of a whole caught in an eternal sexual charge. This photo was about sex, but not the kind of sex Beth was used to.
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Peace and love,
Saturday, February 25, 2012
Thursday, February 9, 2012
WARNING: This letter includes graphic adult content of the BDSM variety.
Dearest L – By the time you read this, I’ll be gone. It’s the way we both wanted it, anonymous, intense, two beings colliding in an empty apartment, no rules, no boundaries, no lights, no names. Even the heat had been turned off, which is why I tied your wrists to the radiator and fucked you until my cock was raw, until you’d come more times than I could count, until you’d screamed all your words and had nothing left but hoarse whispers -- please…again…stop…oh God.
We weren’t big on words, were we? This letter already contains more words than we exchanged last night. A bigger variety of words, at any rate. I recall telling you to take off your clothes. I know I told you to kneel and suck my cock. The excitement I saw in your eyes, the hitch in your breath, the eager peaking of your nipples – these spoke to me more than any words could have. Even when I first saw you in the café around the corner, one long leg crossed over the other, your short dress riding up on your silky thighs, I didn’t want to talk. I wanted to have you, consume you, possess you. Words were irrelevant.
So why am I writing to you now? Why am I not following our agreement and disappearing into the night, taking only your panties to remember the encounter branded forever in my mind, in my flesh? I can picture you reading this now. Even though you’re probably still in that apartment, alone except for the echoes of our lovemaking, you’re probably tilting your legs together – exactly the way I told you not to.
Open your legs. Now.
I know you, you see. You can’t experience a night like that without coming to know your lover on a level beyond the ordinary. I know your instinct is to hide your beautiful cunt. I know you long for someone to free you, to open you up, break you down, until your true ravenous nature shines through. There’s a word for how you fuck: insatiable. The more I restrained you, the more you wanted it. When I took you into the kitchen, bent you over the counter, and worked my hand into your tight, hot cunt, two fingers pressed against your clit, I thought you’d have a stroke from pure pleasure. I came like a rocket too -- all over myself. When you slid off the counter, all damp and flushed, sank to your knees and cleaned my cock off with your tongue, I thought you were too good to be real.
Of course I returned the favor. I put you up on that kitchen step stool, one leg on the ground, the other bent to the side, the better to enjoy the sight of your weeping, red velvet pussy. First I made you touch yourself, while I stroked my rod. Then I ate you out, your sweet, swollen lips dripping under the lash of my tongue. I loved feeling them burn with need for me. Loved hearing your little whimpers. Loved telling you to pull at your own proud nipples. I watched those dark points swell deliciously, then watched you hide them behind your hands. Couldn’t believe you would hide yourself from me, from anyone. That’s why I made you reach up to that light fixture and grab on, why I took my time with your nipples, giving each one it’s turn in my mouth, arousing it until it went hard and stubborn against my tongue. God, you were beautiful, especially when you threatened to knee me if I didn’t let you come.
I let you come, of course. I’m sure you remember. If you put your hands between your legs right now, I bet you’re wet all over again, just reading about it. Do it. Put your hands between your legs. Stroke yourself.
You’re my dark, unforgettable goddess. And that’s why I’m breaking the rules and writing this letter.
One night isn’t enough. Can’t possibly be enough. If you feel the same, meet me at the café again tonight. Maybe we can exchange one piece of information about ourselves. I’ll start. You know that empty apartment? After the first of the month, it won’t be empty. It will be mine. And I’m intending to add furniture. Very interesting furniture. Of course, we'll always have the radiator.
So, my dearest Goddess known only as L -- consider this a Valentine. I want you. I crave you. I’ll never get enough of you. I’ll count the minutes until tonight.
And one more thing. Don’t come until I tell you.
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