Smut I wrote for a Murakami fan

I walk into a large white room with a high ceiling. There are six ceramic sconces at regular intervals along two opposite walls but no artificial light. The late afternoon sun is broken up by a thin white curtain across a long run of French windows, bathing the room in a gentle yellow glow. The room is bright, clean and opulent – marble tiles, large potted plants and a faint smell of sandalwood.

In the centre of the room there’s a large white couch. I’m walking towards it from the back, driven by anticipation that someone – not just someone – you, are waiting on that sofa. My mouth is dry and I’m moving on autopilot, one foot following the other along an imperceptible desire line. Where am I? Does this place exist just for me.

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Bound (MF)

I lay naked on my back with my arms tied above my head. She walks into the room. I see her stockinged legs first, look up her body to see a mid thigh coat and then her beautiful face with dark eyeliner and bright red lipstick. She unbuttons the coat and is naked below it except for those thigh high stockings. As I watch her body I get hard. As I watch her study my body I get even more hard. I want her and pull against the restraints on my hands, trying to reach for her but failing. She steps over me, placing a foot either side of my chest, then slowly drops her body down, until I can feel the heat of her sex on my chest. I can see the triangle of fuzzy pubic hair and the irresistible bump of her clit close up. I can smell her excitement as I feel her wetness trail on my chest as she starts to grind against my body. I look up at her breasts, the nipples puckered and perfect and her gorgeous face. She’s biting her lip, eyes closed and head back. One hand falls behind her on my stomach for balance and I can feel my hard cock aching to reach her, to feel the touch of her soft skin. I thrust my hips up and she rubs her palm over my thick shaft, then my balls and thighs, making me grunt with pleasure and eagerness. She brings her hand back by her side, looking down at me while she works her plans up her body, hips, tummy, tits and then above her head, then drops her weight forward onto her knees, rubbing her wet pussy against my lips. As she grinds back and forth over my face I work my tongue into her body, exploring the shape and texture of her labia, tasting her sweet and slick sex, sucking at her clit and working my flat tongue all over her. Each time I tease her too far she lifts away from me a little and I use the distance to blow cool air all over her wet skin. Driving her back down onto my tongue. My balls are tight, my thighs tensed and my dick painfully hard, aching for her body. Once again she reaches behind and takes my shaft in her hand, this time squeezing as if to test the hardness, sliding her hand up and down slowly, exploring the shape and size without looking. I feel her body tense a little as her excitement increases, and then she’s gone, pulling her hand from my shaft and pussy from my mouth. Standing over me again and looking down at my desperate face. Taking two steps back she stands, her slick thighs shining in the half light, and slowly squats down, never breaking eye contact. It’s like electricity as our bodies touch, and she starts to slide her soaked pussy back and forth over the length of my shaft and my balls. Each forward movement is far enough to rub her clit over the thick head of my cock, but not enough to put me inside her. I’m aching for her body and she knows it, tracing her finger tips over my stomach as my arms pull tight against the cuffs, my muscular arms and shoulders tensed and my eyes filled with desire. She rubs her fingers over my lips and wet tongue, then slides her hand slowly down my body, taking hold of my dick and pointing it upwards towards her body as she raises on her hips. She rubs the thick head of my stiff cock over her clit, back and forth over her lips then presses me against her soft, tight pussy with enough force to keep me there, but not enough to enter her. Moving agonisingly slowly, she drops her weight down, millimetres at a time. The pressure from her tight, wet pussy is almost unbearable on my sensitive head and I try to thrust into her, but she keeps the distance, making that first moment when our bodies combine last forever. Finally she takes me inside her, her body giving way to mine with a loud moan as she grips every inch of my with the tensing muscles of her sex. Her thighs are shaking and her breath raspy, my grunting almost animal now, as we slowly start to fuck, hard and deep but with deliberate strokes, our bodies moving together through each thrust of our hips. She rides me until her thighs are burning, then drops forward onto her knees, her hands on my chest, her body shape changed. Now she grinds on me, her clit in constant contact with my pelvis as I rock my hips, thrusting my hard dick into her over and over again. Her nails are taking my chest and her body is tense, we’re both talking dirty and I can feel a burning tightness in my balls, passing into the base of my cock and then erupting deep inside her pussy as she clamps down on me, tensing and screaming my name as I scream hers back….

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