Erotica Ha Hah!
"Meet me at Jambalaya's," you said mysteriously when I took your call after my last class of the day. "Seven-thirty. Dress to impress." And you hung up.
I was intrigued. You had taken me to lunch that afternoon without a hint that you'd take me out for dinner as well. I think it was the intrigue that induced me to wear that kinky little black dress. That's what posessed me to wear perfume and deep red lipstick. That's what inspired me into a thong, garters and thigh-highs. Dress to impress, you said. So I did.
I arrived on time for once and cautiously glanced around the restaurant. I had surprised you with a party earlier in the year where I got you drunk and did a raunchy strip tease for you that ended up in wild, untamed sex. You swore you'd repay me the favor. Maybe tonight was that night, but I wasn't going to go down without some kind of resistance. I didn't see anything out of the ordinary. I only noticed the waitress I recognized, Kate, striding towards me with a smile.
"Hi!" She greeted like she was an old friend who had bumped into me on the street. I inwardly applauded her memory. I had only met her once. "Looking for your boyfriend?"
"Could you tell?" I asked, grinning. "Just a guess," she said with a wink, "I'll take you to him." She led me into the back behind the white curtains that seperated most of the crowd from the back of the restaurant. I saw you there, gazing into the candlelight.
Why did you look so hot? You were in that high-necked, dark gray cartigan that brought out your eyes while the flecks of light shimmered on your face. God, I hate it when you look this good. I always have to do more laundry.
You glanced up at me and smiled, getting up. "You are ravishing," you said, sliding your hands over my shoulders and down to the small of my back. You kissed my cheek and then my neck below my jaw- I shivered- my skin felt tingly. I found myself wondering what the punishment was for public indecency; the way you kissed my skin and touched my body was giving me ideas. You nuzzled my nose and became the gentleman, scooting out my chair for me. You didn't kiss me, I thought, fighting off a pout. I was really sorry I wore lipstick.
"Hungry?" You asked
"Only a little. I'm still full from lunch," I replied truthfully. I wondered if I had disappointed you, but you only smiled.
"Me too. We'll have dessert then. I hope you don't mind I've already ordered for us."
"I wasn't on time?" I asked, glancing at the clock on the wall.
"Oh, you were," you assured me, reaching across the table to take my hand, "Kate just swooped on me earlier than I expected."
"Okay," I said, relieved, "what are we having?" You were always a connoisseur of sorts, and I had begun to trust your taste.
"Chocolate mousse cake. Kate told me it was extremely rich... made from scratch too," you said with a twinkle in your eye, "it will fill up whatever room is leftover from lunch."
"You certainly have things under control," I observed, crossing my legs under the table and easing against the chair. I let the toe of my shoe lightly brush against your inner calf and smiled, "it seems like you're planning something." I arched a brow at you, although I was only teasing. You have the gift of spontenaiety, not planning. Luck always seems to work against you.
"You think so?" You asked in mock-indignant surprise. "The only plans I have, darling, is to keep your wine-glass full and you smiling."
I laughed. "I don't think there'll be a problem with that." Inwardly, I was slightly disappointed. Then again, I said, smiling and lifting my glass to my lips and sipping, I could always seduce you.
Kate came round bearing a slab of chocolate. Our eyes grew wide when she set it before us and bade us to enjoy. You picked up a fork, cut a delicate piece and held it out to me. You watched my red mouth open. You stared as I glanced at you with a naughty look and slowly, sensuously slid the cake from the fork and savored the rich taste that spread over my tongue. You exhaled as I glanced back at you, sweetly. "You're getting good at that."
"Good at what?" I asked innocently.
You smirked wryly. "At not scraping your teeth on the metal." I shot you a dirty look, the wind swept out of my sails. You smiled apologetically, and took my hand. "How is it?" You asked, slicing another bite away.
"Good," I replied, reaching over and sipping more wine. It tasted good. The flavor was sweet but poignant.
"Good," you said, your eyes twinkling. I felt the warmth of your touch and smiled. I reached up with my hands and brushed a wisp of hair from my face, keeping the front of my wrist in plain view. I kind of liked the vulnerability. You seemed to like to take it in. I leaned towards you as we began to talk, lightly tracing my fingers against my cheek and jaw, brushing my hair out of my face and playing with the ends. I played a little with my necklace and smiled.
There was something behind your eyes, a kind of pained longing. You knew what I wanted. You found out my game. You comfirmed it by brushing your foot against my calf.
I sipped more wine and felt more and more relaxed, swept up in your smile. The cake filled my insides- the richness permeated my senses. I was surprised how flirty I was being... a kind of drunken stupor. It was the wine. Too much wine. I slid my jacket off my shoulders, gently brushing the center of my chest with my fingertips and sank against the table, with my chin in my hands.
"Happy, darling?" you asked as I slowly blinked.
"Yes, just tired." I was trying to stay awake. I really wanted to do something silly and radical. I wanted to laugh.
"Don't worry darling, just relax," you murmured gently, taking my hand and kissing it.
"It's just so strange," I yawned, "Everything's so dreamy. Am I dreaming about seducing you?"
You laughed, triumphantly, "I thought that's what you were up to. Stay here, you naughty girl. I'll take care of the bill and we'll go home."
"Okay," I said in a singsong voice and promptly went to sleep.
I don't remember anything, really. Not until I woke up a little while later. I didn't really recognize where I was when I started coming to. It looked like a small dark room. Where? I don't know. You were sleeping next to me. I lay down, realizing I was stark naked and tried to remember. I shook you awake.
"Where are we?" I asked. You looked at me, groggily, then laughed.
In a slow sleepy voice, you asked, "You don't remember anything, do you?"
"Nope," I replied.
"Good," you said and got up. You were naked too. I also realized how sticky I was on my inner thighs.
"What did we do?" I asked, bemused.
"I videotaped it, so you'll be able to see," you said, grinning, hauling off the furry throw from the bed and leading me to a small corner of the room where a TV and VCR was set up. After fiddling around with a tape, you sat down on a large sofa and hauled me into your lap, wrapping the blanket around us.
I watched. I watched you and I stumble in. I was energetic and unabashedly flirty.
"I don't want to be a party pooper," I said, laughing as I brought your shoulders close to me and kissed you.
"It's just beginning, darling," you said, turning and roughly pushing me down on the bed. I lay there, open, ready. "You're such a naughty girl, you know," you said, yanking off your cartigan and tossing it to the side, "trying to seduce me? Naughty, naughty girl."
"Why?" I asked, grinning, stripping off my dress so that you could see what delightfully naughty underwear I had on. "Because, my dear, I've had this plot going for some time. I think it's rather funny that you were trying to seduce me while my plan for seducing you was in motion."
"What plan?" I asked. You gently took my wrists and kissed them each before pushing them back so I lay with my arms over my head. I then felt a thick, fur-lined cuff fasten around my wrist. Then I couldn't move them. "Do you remember that you gave me permission to use Roofy's on you?" You asked, tying down my other wrist. I thought. Hard.
"Yes," I said at last, vaguely recalling the night we lay in bed talking, curled in each others arms, discussing experimenting with Roofy's to satiate our curiousity. "That's why you're feeling so tired," you said gently, "and now I can have my way with you. You are at my mercy."
I went wet. Very wet. I found myself in adark room with three candles lit, lights were sparkling and glittering around me. I was strapped down to bedposts with furlined cuffs and satin. My ankles were tied with bands of satin too, though not as tightly.
You disappeared into a side alcove, and a few minutes later reappeared, stark naked, and cock erect-- you wore a cock ring. My eyes widened.
"I want you to focus on this," you said, drawing close and brandishing a long thin stick topped with a few feathers. Gently, gently you brushed the feather against the inner slope of my ribcage. The brush gave me goosebumps. I jumped and squirmed. You were grinning as you brushed it down over my navel, lower to the hem of my thong. "Mm!" I couldn't help but whimper under the tickler. I squirmed vehemently when I felt you brush against my kneecape and slowly, teasingly, lightly flitting upwards against my inner thigh. I felt the heat rising up in my pussy, and with each passing stroke I felt it grow worse.
"Oooh..." I moaned. I felt my body rising, beginning to arch, craving more.
"You like that, don't you?" you smiled and then you leaned down and kissed me, never once touching my body with your skin. You then looked into my eyes with a look of wicked mischief and tore my bra completely off my body. I stared.
Under other circumstances, this would have upset me, but--- you had also planned for this. You had drugged my wine and brought me here to torture me until you couldn't help yourself, then will take care of me after. You'll tear off my clothes, make me squirm and scream, and fuck my brains out when you finally cracked. God, revenge is sweet. This was dead sexy.
You mercilessly ran the tickler over my breasts, teasing each curve, both pink nubs. "Oh.. please... you hands, your hands," I pleaded, squirming against the tickler.
"Not until I'm ready," you said sternly but lovingly. I whimpered in my throat and gasped as you ran the feather's so lightly over my body that whatever sensation was there exploded over me.
"Oh please.. please..." I begged. You seemed to consider.
"No," You finally said, and glanced at my bewetted thong, "and I think it's too wet to use this here." You walked to the foot of the bed and climbed over me. You pressed a soft kiss against my lower belly. My hips buckled instinctively. "No, no, you need to lay still," you admonished in a whisper, and bent your head and kissed my belly again.
I wriggled. The heat inside me was unbearable. I wanted to tear away the restraints and tackle you, and ride you long and hard until I was spent.
"No!" You said, and placed a hand on my lower pelvis to keep me from moving. You then slid your tongue against my skin and I began to howl. You glanced up and grinned.
"Now you're making noise."
I didn't care. Your tongue went back to flicking at my belly until it slid lower and lower down my body until you kissed my inner thighs. "Oh god, you're cruel," I whined.
"You love it." You kissed the hem of my thong, deliberately making me feel your soft breath against what skin was showing.
"You dirty bastard!" I growled frustratedly, anguished. You smirked, leering at me from between my legs and tore my thong off in a quick snap. I gasped as you ripped the thing away from me, and struggled against your hold as you blew across my pussy. You kissed it, the sweet outer lips, You kissed the inner thigh, you kissed the hood of my clit. And I was dying. "Lap me up, baby, oh PLEASE, I can't take this!" I was blabbering. But you took your time.
You ran the flat of your tongue up against my pussy and sucked lightly and nimbly against my clit over and over. You finally let go of my pelvis and allowed me to buckle freely. My greedy pussy surged forward to your mouth, and you lapped in earnest. You flicked your tongue against my clit, sucked, you ran the flat of your tongue against my insides, and gently, gently, began to explore my secret canal with your finger.
"Oh, baby, god," I moaned, completely losing my head. I surprised myself with the sheer volume of my cries. But the relief was only momentary. "Mmm, put your cock in me, I want your cock to fuck me hard, oh fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," I urged. But still you resisted me. You wouldn't let yourself take all of me, even though I was begging for it. The excitement was killing me. The desire was driving me insane. I buckled and clenched around your finger with a startling craving.
There was such a desire to go higher, you worked me harder, sliding your finger in and out of my pussy, and sucking, tweaking, teasing and rubbing against my clit with outstanding endurance. You lunged forward and opened my legs wider, holding them down with your free arm while you lapped, sucked and fingered me. Your roughness was new to me, but it excited me equally.
I felt my body clenching tighter, pulsing tigheter, and the sharp uptake of tingling. "Oh..." I moaned, "I'm going to come, baby, I'm going to come." The tingling sensation sharpened over my clit and sunk deeper into my body. I strained against my bonds, sturggled to breathe and thrashed as you took me still higher. "Oh... My... God!" I gasped as my pussy pulsed, warm and tingling and full of juices. I relaxed, feeling my heart pulsing in my chest.
"Mm," you said, running your tongue over my slippery pussy, deliberately keeping me aroused, "tastes so good..." And with that wicked glance in your eyes, you crawled up upon me and kissed me, hard, letting me taste my own come on your tongue.
That's when you began in earnest. You rubbed your body against me, allowing me to feel your chest rub against mine, and your cock, very hard now, rubbing its head probingly along my hot river of a pussy. I felt it slide against me in an agonizingly slow rhythm, as though waiting to be invited in. slippery and wet. You kissed me hungrily as you slid along my body until I was moaning and spreading myself wider, arching. The head of your hard, lusty cock found entrance and peeked inside. I moaned, arching my pussy up, already pleading for more.
You moaned too, and kissed my cheek fiercely.
"So hot..." you whispered, and slid a little more inside in rhythm of rubbing up against me.
"Oh..." I whimpered, my body shivering and suffused with desire, "God you're going to torture me again... so slow...." And I arched up again as you slid inside further. You were so close to filling me completely. I could feel my pussy stretching around you into a tight hot mass. Your eyes were closed, you were arching into me, I felt from your face that you were diving into ecstacy. Right you are, boy.
You opened your eyes and grinned that evil grin at me, maintaining that slow steady rhythm, never sinking into me fully. I felt my face tense, felt my resurfacing desire and looked at you. You could tell I was frustrated. You could tell I WANTED you. I arched my back high and kissed you, hard, smolderingly, fast. And then I flopped back down, straining against my restraints. I moved with you, long and slow, feeling each agonizing desire, feeling you push in closer, nearly filling me, then pulling out so slowly it seemed as though you were feeling every fold of skin.
"Come on, Baby," I whispered, "Ride me. Ride me. Come on." A wave of pleasure hit me and I arched hard, "Mmm... Oh yea... Oh God, baby, please."
"You like that cock," you whispered furiously, now displaying your increasing desire, "You like it thrusting into you. Deep." You sucked in air through clenched teeth, feeling excitement coursing through your body, "wet," you purred against my earlobe.
"Fuck me, fuck me hard, fuck me fast," I hissed back, breathing with you. I felt your body shudder. You bit my shoulder and then my earlobe.
"You dirty little girl," you growled and in one quick thrust, pushed completely into me making me shudder and my body pulse against you.
"Oh," I gasped, wishing I could put my arms around you. You slid in and out of me, once, twice, thrice before you began in earnest, your body picking up momentum. I wished I had my legs free to pull you deep inside. Instead, my head whipped from side to side as my body pulsed and arched against you.
"My Goddes..." You panted, pausing to slow the rhythm down and kiss me. You gently slid your rock hard cock out of my aching pussy and untied my legs. Finally, at least I could hold you close with something.
I was a bit surprised when you pulled the silk over your shoulders, and my legs up, my knees to my chest. A shudder went through me. I knew what this meant. This was the ultimate form of punishment... intense punishment.
You slid inside me once again, the head of your rock solid cock sliding hard against my canals, rubbing up hard against the walls. Intense waves of pleasure shot through my body, like a flood of water trying to push through.
"Oh... God..." I moaned, already reeling from the intense rushes.
You smiled and rubbed against me again. My whole body convulsed from the volume of pleasure rushing through my body. So... Intense... I was reduced to making unintelligible moans and cries, I was straining so hard against my restraints. You then began to thrust into me, hard and fast, fast and hard against this pleasure spot that sent rush after rush of intensity through the chasm of my body. Soon I was crying out loudly, cries of pained pleasure, completely vulnerable to this penetrating force. Rush after rush, I kept climbing higher, every moment drawing nearer to when I'd break.
"Oh, God! Oh, God!" I began howling, eyes closed and breathing hard, my body glistening and convulsing under you. I was going so high, so high, I couldn't find anyway to slow down, or stop myself, I was hurtling through space, the wave was upon me. I was screaming when the hot wet flood surrounded your cock.
"Oh God..." You moaned, thrusting deeper, thrusting faster, "So wet, Oh my God. Oh my God..."
"Oh Fuck... Oh Fuck.." And I felt your body clench, I saw your face freeze as I heard you moaning and crying with your pleasure, and I felt more hot liquid. I bent over and kissed you, sweetly and softly. "That's a pretty hot tape," I murmured as sweat dripped down my body. You gathered me close to your chest and cradled me, straddled around you, still so closely connected to each other.
"Yeah," you breathed while you panted against my neck. "Definitely something to watch every once in awhile."
"Mmm hmm," I agreed, cuddling close and listening to your heart beat. You kissed my forehead.
"You were very satisified with what I did," you murmured, running your fingers through my hair.
"Still am," I replied, closing my eyes. You had repaid the favor and had made me hit the ceiling, you had called up the rivers from the depths of my body with a vengeance. Payback was in order.