December 10, 2005

Skittle Fun

A candle-lit bedroom, windows open and soft breeze or perhaps a wondrous storm.

A luxurious bed, large and decorated in rich satin sheets made cool by the room's temperature.

She appears in the room, hair framing her face and the moonlight shining on
the silk of her lingerie gives her a spectral look, the ghost girl with the
vixen's grin.

In the seconds it takes you to lean back on the cool satin she is across the
room and standing over you, looking down into your eyes and laying claim to
your soul.

She's good at being a woman, she knows the tricks and she knows you want
her and it fuels her. It makes her stronger knowing how much you want her
and she returns the favour by making you feel truly alive, every nerve and
sense in body tingling.

You start to speak, she presses a manicured finger to your lips, tracing your
lips with her nail and silencing you. Gently yet with assertion she pushes
you down onto your back, you go willingly.

Leaning over you she smiles as your eyes move to her chest, the lace lingerie
allowing just enough to be seen. Just enough to satiate the immediate want
yet not enough to quell the stronger want. A quick kiss to your lips and she
rises and turns, leaning over to grab a large box she places on the bed next
to you.

Telling you not to move, she climbs onto the bed. The cool satin soft against
her, she rests on her knees facing you. Fingertips stroke up and down your
chest as she watches you, never taking her eyes off of you.

Satisfied at the way you are responding she sticks both of her hands into the
box, immersing her hands in the rainbow inside the box. Skittles. Hundreds
of Skittles.

The vixen's glow strong in her eyes, she cups her hands. Letting a few of
the Skittles fall to the sheet, she moves her cupped hands over your chest
and lets a few Skittles fall. Moving her hands she releases more Skittles
across your chest. Filling her hands once again she repeats the process,
Skittles soon covering large patches of your chest.

Asking you how the rainbow feels, this time she takes her cupped hands and
opens them, smiling as a flow of Skittles rains down on you. Stopping after
this she runs her hands across your chest, making Skittle rings and adding
more from the box. Oh look, a yellow one. Tossing her hair to the side she
leans over and grabs the yellow Skittle with her tongue, lingering on your
flesh only a moment. Long enough.

Hands cupped once more she slides down a bit and starts at your ankles.
Skittle after Skittle falls on you as she covers your legs, alternating between
a few Skittles at a time and the full cupped hands at once. Moving up your
legs she stops to look at you, covered in Skittles and aroused. So very
aroused.

No part escapes the rainbow, she tells you as Skittles fall against your
genitals. Never in your life have you imagined the glorious creature that
would be beside you or that you would be lying on cool satin sheets naked
and burning with want, being covered in hundreds of Skittles.......

.....and loving it. And abandoning rhyme and reason and giving in to the
feel of her silk and lace against you mixed with the satin sheets and so
many Skittles.. Oh look, another yellow Skittle and look where it
just happens to be!

Seeing you sufficiently covered in Skittles, she cups her hand one last
time in the box. Making sure to get a good amount, she arches her back
a bit and with your eyes glued completely on her she releases the Skittles
down the front of her gown, neck back as they fall, taking her eyes off
of you for only a few seconds..

Now, she tells you. Let us taste the rainbow.

Posted by Skyttle at 01:44 AM | Comments (0)
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December 08, 2005

An Evening Spent

I love the way you fuck me, I love the way you fuck my boots but I also love
the way you touch yourself. I want to watch you, to drive you utterly out of
your mind giving you a show in full boots, garters, stockings, corset and
white silk restraining ties..

If your hands are behind you you can't touch, you can only feel me as I come
closer to lean into you, rubbing my chest against yours and my boots against
your cock, pressing against you.. I want to look deep in your eyes and see
the hunger and the need and the submission..

I see you on a chair, hands tied behind you. Not too hard, I'm not looking to
cause you pain, merely to prevent you from self gratification yet, you're not
begging hard enough. I'd put my hands on your shoulders and rub my tits
against your face, letting you lick only a tiny bit, teasing you.. I'd be
purring at you, does my little boot slave like being restrained? Unable to
satisfy the urge and touch? Good!

Raising my leg and putting the toe of my boot on the chair, sliding my foot
under you until you're sitting on the front of my boot, feeling the leather
rubbing against your balls and your cock, still unable to reach down and rub
yourself against the leather, pulling at the restraints and moaning softly
as I leaned into you, feeling the boot rubbing harder against you and under
you..

I'd bark at you to lean forward and lick the top of my boot, I wish to tease
you more. To let you lick and taste the soft leather as you feel it under
you and against you but you still cannot touch. Lick the boot, slave. Don't
beg, I didn't ask you to talk, I commanded you to fucken lick the boot. You
can move your hips, try and rub against my boots without touching, humping
the soft leather. Moan nice enough and maybe I'll touch your cock, maybe
I'll be kind enough to rub your cock against my boot and keep it pressed
against the soft leather for you..

Or maybe I'll just take this oil and drip some on your cock and not rub it
in right away, how does that feel? I see you throb, I see your eyes and I
hear your muffled moans as you lick, such a fucken willing slave. Keep
licking the top of my boot and keep humping my foot, can you feel me moving
my foot under you? Look up, slave! Look up and watch me drip oil on your
cock, watch me stroke your cock and make it all slippery, watch me rub
your cock against my boot, watch it slide in between my boots, guided by
my manicured hand. That's all you can do, slave. Watch and move your
hips against me..

I like the way you hump my foot, I like the way you move atop my foot trying
to get the best feel. Such a good slave, I should reward you..

How much do you want a fucken reward, slave? I'd command you to tell me,
to beg me to free your hands and let you touch, let you fucken touch..
Tell me how you need to touch as I shift my foot and press harder against
you. How bad do you want to touch, slave?

I wouldn't move my foot from under you, I would lean forward hard against
you, smiling as you inhale deeply feeling me pressing against you.. I'd
reach behind you and with a quick movement your hands would be free..
Touch quickly, slave. You won't have much of an opportunity, this is my
show you're going to put on for your Mistress.

I'd let you touch, grope wildly at my tits and bring them to your mouth..
I'd let your hand rub your cock against my boot, I'd smile at the moans
of pleasure as the built up teasing runs through you and you rub yourself
against my boot..

Enough, slave! I didn't command you to fuck my boot, not this time. This
time I want to watch you jerk yourself off, I want to watch you come.. As
I say this, I'd slide my foot out from under you oh sooooo slowly, letting
you feel it.. Allowing you one last lick, one last suck and one last rub
against the soft leather I would back away from the chair..

Watch me, slave. Watch my ass, watch my tits, watch my boots and touch
yourself, slave. You're already oily, I want to see your whole fucken body
move with the thrusts, your touching reflects how much you want your Mistress.

I'd turn around and bend over, close to you.. Do you like my firm ass, slave?
Do you want to touch my ass and squeeze my ass and do kinky things to my
ass, slave? Tell me! Stroke that cock and tell me...

Turning around I'd bend again, caressing my own boots, stroking the foot and
slowly running my hands up my legs, finding a dab of oil and leaning over to
lick it off.. Do you like my boots, slave? Do you burn to feel your cock in
between my boots, fucking the soft leather? Do you close your eyes and
dream of pumping your cock into my boots, feeling only oil and leather closing
on you? Tell me! I can't fucken hear you between the moans, tell me!

Standing straight I would untie the corset and slowly let it fall to the
ground.. I'd run my hands over my tits, stroking my nipples and staring into
your eyes.. Do you like my tits, slave?? Do you worship my tits as you
worship my boots? Do you fucken lie awake at night thinking of sucking
and licking my tits? Of taking that throbbing cock of yours and ramming
it between my tits? Do you burn to fuck my tits with your cock hard and
fast until all control is gone and you come hard all over my tits and my
chest and my neck? Tell me! Tell me slave, tell me what you want to do to
my tits and pump that cock of yours hard...

Such a good slave, I see the way you're watching me.. I see the way your
hand jerks your cock fast and hard, I see your hips thrusting.. I'm glad
you like what you see, you please your Mistress, slave.. Now I want you
to come for me, I want you to watch my hands run all over my body, I want
you to fuck yourself hard with your hand and I want to hear it. I want
to hear the moans and see your body writhe, fucken make your Mistress
happy, slave, the rewards are well worth it.. Beg me to let you come,
beg me to let you bring yourself over the edge, beg me to let you fucken
explode, slave. I want to see you come, I want to hear you come, I want
to fucken feel you come.

Now.

**A story written for a friend

Posted by Lady Danae at 08:48 PM | Comments (1)
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