Proper Respect [FM] [MDom] [bondage]

Mild domination: the carrot is mightier than the stick.

Though it's the measured look in his eyes that always makes me tremble, even just the smell of him gets me hot. That's never more true than when he leans over me like this, his teeth nibbling on my neck and his cock twitching deep within my slit. I'm already gasping from the two orgasms that tumbled so quickly after the other they were nearly simultaneous. His hands move away from my breasts to caress down my thighs, encased in long socks by special request. His strokes become long and languorous: enough to keep me moaning, but not enough to build me to the next precipice.

My legs tighten around his waist. I know I can't persuade him to change his mind but I try anyway. My voice takes on a sweetly pleading tone. "More. Please, more."

With a handsome smirk, he pulls his cock back until only the head remains lightly rocking at the very opening of my pussy. Teasing me. "Only if you ask with proper respect." The light, even whisper didn't need volume for me to recognize the demand behind the words. Read more »

Summer Session [FM] [college] [temptation] [no sex] [just a vignette, really]

The last pair of students unlocked their bikes from the rack as I approached Campbell Hall. Perfect timing. I skipped up the marble steps and swung open the heavy oak door. The only sound in the corridor was the click of my flats on the linoleum. As I walked, my favorite pencil skirt exaggerated the swing of my hips and showed off the curve of my ass.

At the open doorway, I watched the instructor erase the final marks from the whiteboard, a thoughtful expression on his face. My pulse raced in anticipation. The sight of him always had that effect on me. His athletic frame, his easy stance, his confident hands.

"Professor?" I announced myself. I wasn't his student, but we liked to play the game of it.

He turned, eraser still in hand. Surprise filled his eyes as he pored over the slender curves of my body. "What are you doing here?" he hissed. But the warning in his voice was mixed with desire.

I moved to stand mere inches away, almost touching but not quite. "I've always wanted to fuck in a classroom," I said. Read more »

Lights in the Harbor (part 3) [FM] [str8] [strangers] [exh] [tease] [finale]

For the build up to the action, please see Part 1 (the meeting) and Part 2 (the foreplay).

…And now the conclusion.

He pulls me unsteadily to my feet; his lips lustfully search my neck, his mouth hot on my collarbone. As soon as he started, he backs off and pulls me with him towards a breakfast table in the middle of the floor. Like the rest of the balcony, it’s solid and well-constructed. Before I fully realize what he’s doing, I find myself positioned by his hands. He bends me forward over the light varnished wood so my nipples press against the surface. He smooths his palms over my ass. The touch of his skin is electric. My hips shift back instinctively. I want more of him. Read more »

Lights in the Harbor (part 2) [FM] [str8] [strangers] [exh!]

For the build up to the action, please see Part 1.

My palms flatten against the window as his weight shifts forward against me. The bulge of his cock presses against my ass. I grow wetter at the feel of it through the multiple layers of fabric that separate us. His tongue flicks small circles down my neck and to my shoulder. With the light touches from his mouth I can barely think at all, only crave more from him. I let out a soft moan, the steam collecting in a widening circle on the window between my hands, and he growls to hear it. My nipples bounce in the air when he releases them from his hands.

His fingers are paused at the button of my pants. I want to move his fingers with mine, show him exactly what I want him to do, but cutting through my desire is the knowledge that's not how he wants to play this game. Again his smooth jaw brushes against my ear, "May I?" Read more »

Lights in the Harbor (part 1) [MF] [str8] [strangers] [exh?]

As tired as I am from my long flight, I feel so keyed up I won't be able to sleep right now if I tried. To get my mind off tomorrow's long schedule of meetings, I drop my bags in my hotel room and stop in to the bar across the street. It's a Sunday night in the financial district, so while this place might be hopping with investment bankers at Friday happy hour, right now the atmosphere is quiet and relaxed. It's perfect to unwind with a beer and the crossword puzzle I started on the plane.

I'm stuck on one of the long clues. I could work on the intersecting words, but I can feel the correct phrase dancing just out of reach. I stare off in front of me, sipping at my beer, thinking through the riddle. Suddenly I realize there's a man in my direct line of sight a few tables away. Not wanting to appear to stare, I quickly dart my eyes away but he seems so enthralled in his trade magazine I let my attention return to him. He's the archetype of tall, dark, and handsome and obviously traveling for business himself. The dress shirt, unbuttoned at the collar and rolled up at the sleeves, gives him a slightly disheveled look that contrasts with neatness of his clean-shaven jaw. As he reads his article I fantasize about tearing through the remaining buttons on his shirt. Read more »