Blissful Pain

The air feels heavy around me. I can’t breathe. I reach up and grab onto the arm that is slowly taking my breath away. God I’ve missed this feeling. It’s a euphoria like no other. My eyes roll back and I instinctively close my eyelids. The second orgasm rips through me with a force that’s unlike any other. He’s the master. I am his student. My body shakes uncontrollably and I allow the feeling to sink so deep within me. He isn’t even close to being done with me.

He grabs my right arm and flips me over with such force. A small groan escapes my lips followed by a squealing. I try to open my legs but he keeps them shut. He wants his cock to slowly push his way back into my pussy from behind. But he wants me to feel the skin rubbing so that I am suffering before I am relishing in pleasure. He tries to slide in and the pain starts. I know it’s temporary because once he gets in I will only feel bliss. He teases my entrance by withdrawing and entering again and again. Slowly he enters 1 inch and pulls back out, he enters about 2 inches and again withdraws, he slides in about 3 inches before again sliding back out. I’m groaning, almost begging to be fucked again. I don’t want to be teased. I’m laying there for what seems like forever when he just pounds right into me with no mercy. I’m in heaven. The pain combined with the pleasure is what I live for. I know he can give it to me. I don’t want it from anyone else.

He gets into a nice slow rhythm when all of a sudden he slides out, flips me over and gives me that finger to come to him. I crawl on all fours until my mouth is directly aligned with his cock. It’s massive and I still haven’t mastered it yet. That doesn’t stop me from trying. I stare at it for a long while before I feel a slap across my left cheek. ‘Are you done staring, my beautiful slut’? I had not realized that I became frozen by his cock. He presses into my cheeks hard and my mouth forms an O shape. He grabs my hair with his other hand and guides my head down to the base of his cock. Now I’m really choking. I can’t breath and the saliva starts to drip out of my mouth. He pulls my head back out long enough so that I can catch my breath and come right back down to suck on him again. He pushes and pulls my head. Only thing I need to do is keep my balance by maintaining my hands behind my back. I know better than to touch him. He hasn’t given me permission to do so. My patience though is slowly running out.

I try to push him down and straddle him but my efforts are naught. He picks me up from my straddled position, pushes me on to the bed and asks me ‘have I given you permission to do anything little girl?’ I shake my head to the sides answering no and he flips me to my stomach. He comes up behind me again and as his face reaches mine, he asks if I remember my safe word. I answer with a nod and he commences to spank me. I’m losing my thoughts. He hits my left butt cheek, stops for a moment and strikes my right butt cheek. He stops again and listens to my breathing. I’m trying to control myself because I can feel myself getting wetter and wetter. He goes on for another 30 seconds or so and my groaning is getting louder. He asks ‘do you have something you want to say?’ I tell him to go fuck himself. I know this will be the death of me. His striking of my ass becomes more intense. I feel like I’m hyperventilating but I will not safe word my way out of this exquisite pain. He turns me around and has me hold my legs up to my neck. I’m open for him and I know what’s coming after I misspoke to him.

He starts to ram me hard without mercy. My moaning sounds more like screaming and he is loving it. He looks at me and says ‘so fuck myself huh? I’ll show you who is fucking who now.’ He pushes my legs further back which I don’t think is even possible and enters me so hard that he bottoms me out. My eyes shoot open from the pain. There is no pleasure there except to know he is inside me. He pulls back out and bottoms me out yet again. Now I feel my next orgasm creeping up. He has yet to spill his milk all over me and I’m looking forward to tasting it.

He keeps going faster and harder and while holding onto my legs, he smacks my already red and swollen ass yet again. I’m numb from the pain but I want more. My orgasm just looming over the next explosive painful thrust. And just like that he leans down to bite my nipple and while writhing my poor pussy I loudly groan and moan out another orgasm. I’m mentally drained from playing. He catches my eyes and his milk is spilled all over my pussy. I hear him grunt and moan just as loudly as I had. He keeps pumping into me slow until he can barely move. He looks down where his cock and my pussy meet and thrusts one last time while shaking and still pushing my legs down. The grin on his face says it all and I know we are just beginning to play tonight. I know the worst is yet to come in pure pleasure.

Stormy Night

I revel in the low moans of the room as the wind outside attempts to battle us in noise. Our skins slap together against one another while the gurgling of the wetness increases with every stroke. Your hands bring me closer and trap me under you. I try escaping only to be flipped around to trap you. The wind outside increases in strength and now the rain assists it in the noise level. You sit up against the back frame while the friction of our bodies continues to make the wetness more fluid than the rain outside. I grab your hands and place them above your head. Your assault back at me is like the wind that threatens to break the window frame with such force. I remain on top but you are in control grasping both my wrists and placing them interlocked behind me. You grab the inside of my thigh and pull me deeper on to you. I try not to scream and instead a low guttural moan escapes my lips at the same time thunder outside threatens to intensify the night.

Until We Met Again… A Short Story

I wake up in the middle of the night and I can’t sleep. We live together in a home arranged and provided by the institution we work for. It’s a school for children from troubled homes. I’m the school counselor/psychologist and he is the P.E. teacher. I get up and go to the shared kitchen for some water. I feel the tension in my heart from having to leave my room in not so decent clothing. I know he’s a heavy sleeper so I should be fine walking to the kitchen quietly. His room is not far from mine and as I open my door to my bedroom I listen intently to make sure he’s sleeping. I don’t hear anything so I open my door wider and walk to the kitchen. No more than 5 seconds later his door swings open and I stop walking as I’m making my way to the kitchen. We just stare at each other and both mumble something until I’m able to get out that I’m getting water. His answer is similar to mine and he is apparently also getting water.

We were once lovers some many years ago. He went about his life, got married and had a kid. I always knew he would. I had been living on campus for a few years but I had been alone in this small house the school had provided for me. I thought of him all the time and hoped he was happy wherever he was. I had loved him unconditionally back then but I knew eventually he would find someone to marry that could bear him children. I had been honest from the beginning and he knew I could never be that person for him. I knew in my heart though no one would love him and understand him as I did. Fast forward a few years and here we were working at the same school. I wanted to believe it was fate and that the stars had aligned to put him in my path once again.

I had been devastated when he simply stopped talking to me and went on with his life. Strangely enough back then we worked for the same company also but rarely saw each other because we worked in different divisions. The guys who worked in his division always came down to my floor and visited often. They were a nice bunch, very friendly and outgoing. On many occasions my female co-workers and I joined them at the bar after work for drinks. Most of the men were married already back then with kids so we were all just friends. Even back then all I wanted was to be in his arms and please him as best I could. He rarely visited my floor. When he did the women would swoon over him like they were all dogs and he was their next snack. I felt like a spoiled girl because he always came to speak only to me. I was so in love with him. Never admitted to how much because I didn’t want to lose whatever small hold I felt I had on him.

I understood him even back then. He lived as a conflicted man but I knew how to make him happy. At least I thought I did. I never bothered him. I tried my best to never call or text and if I did I kept it short and sweet. He was a complex man and I didn’t want to be something complex for him. I saw him only on his terms and when he wanted and could make time. I did whatever I could to make him happy. I swear in the few years when we were lovers we were only together a handful of times. If I check my calendar I probably have all the dates of when we were intimate. He brought the inner child in me out like that; writing silly things down like dates. Not in a bad way either, he just made me feel young and vibrant again. Somewhere on my old laptop I think I stored all our conversations. We were together for a few years before he went radio silent on me. Our relationship back then was not a ‘normal’ one by anyone’s standard but it worked for us.

I missed him everyday after he left. I never could find someone that measured up to him. He was the one for me. I was too scared to lose him so I played it cool. I was open with him about so many of my feelings but I never really confessed how deep my love was. I knew eventually he would walk away because like all men he would need to find a woman to give him children and I had already prepared myself mentally for his departure. Not sure i was ready though. I suffered immensely for a bit but my life went on. Everyone I met just wasn’t him and I never truly gave myself entirely to another man. Somehow in my heart I knew or wished he would return.

I had finally pushed myself to return to school after my retirement from the company. I went back and earned my masters degree which I was so very proud of. My brain was never one for books but I did my best and pushed so hard for it. Here at the school I found a way to somehow work and enjoy retirement at the same time. This small campus though riddled with noise and kids throughout the day, at night was my sanctuary for reading and relaxing. The school had told me eventually another employee would have to move in but I had been here for 3 years already and most people had chosen to live off the campus. My parents were retired to their native land. My sister and brother were both married with their respective families so it was just me. The campus seemed like a perfect fit and it was rent free while I was employed with the school.

The day he moved in I felt like I was going to have a panic attack. I hadn’t had one in years. I saw him coming up the stairs via the window and our eyes locked. He still looked like a god, my Adonis. I looked away and went to my room. I was lost and confused in my thoughts. Why was he here? Had his marriage failed? Was he running away as he always did? I didn’t understand. That night I lay in my bed and couldn’t sleep. He must have heard me moving about and came knocking at my door. I was not decent back then either. I was accustomed to being alone. After I opened the door I sat back down and covered myself with my comforter. He asked if he could come in. I directed him to sit at the foot of my bed. It was the same bed we had had so many sexual encounters on. I smiled as the thought crossed my mind and looked down. He told me his marriage had failed because of him. He said his wife didn’t understand him, or rather she never bothered to like I had. He said simply that with her he never removed his masks. I understood exactly what he meant. It was an old secret only he and I shared. Well at least in my mind it was our secret. They had a beautiful boy and they lived not too far from the school. The job opening had been a perfect fit for him while allowing him to spend time with his son. We talked a bit but I didn’t offer much because I was still in shock. All I kept thinking was that we were going to live together under the same roof and I didn’t know if I could. I was still very much in love with him and even back then like right now, I never truly knew what he felt for me.

I went to the kitchen nervous and I knew why. We had been living under the same roof for two weeks now and I was doing my damndest to avoid him. I hadn’t seen him at all until now. I opened the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water. I bent down and grabbed another one for him and he leaned right into my bent ass. When I had been with him a few years back I wasn’t in the best shape. I started almost a year after sleeping with him, trying to really get into shape but he never got to see the final product. It took me another solid year to look remotely close to who I was now. The water bottles fell to the floor. I bent down to retrieve them but he forced me to stand up and then he grabbed my breasts. He was never a breast man but he knew how sensitive my nipples were. I tried to turn around but he just pushed me against the wall while closing the refrigerator door all at the same time.

I was breathing hard and he leaned down to my ear and whispered ‘how long did you think you were going to avoid me’? I swear my underwear was soaked from just hearing his voice. He turned me around and pushed me down to my knees. He didn’t even have to say anything else. I belonged to this man. This man was my everything and I was his in body, soul and mind even when he was playing house with his ex-wife. I came to find out later he was now divorced. I looked up at him and he looked lovingly down at me. ‘I fucking missed you’ he said to me and I was done for. I reached up and slid down his sweats knowing he was commando under them. Old habits die hard with this one. He placed a finger under my chin and forced me to look up. I know he wanted to see my eyes. My eyes were his weakness. I looked up at him the only way I knew how. I opened my soul through my eyes for him.

I grab his cock and inhale it’s scent at the base. I lick the soft skin that’s between his balls and his shaft. I can tug on the skin easily and I know there’s a soft tingling sensation for him there. I slide my mouth down to his balls and suck them with force. I hear him sucking his teeth and I look up at him intently. He pulls my head back and away from his penis and proceeds to grab me in one swift motion up to him. He kisses my chin and then sucks on my neck. He moves to my shoulder and bites with such force I groan loudly. I never forgot his intense bites that left the most loving bruises. He stares at my eyes for a moment before dragging me to the living room and bending me over on the couch. In a swift move he slides into my wet pussy from behind. He groans so loud. I’m soaked with the juices that flow from my pussy but I am tight. I haven’t had a man in a very long time and I know that groan is because he can feel the tight pussy gripping his cock. He pulls all the way out and slams into me with brute force. Again and again he repeats this motion as if to feel again and again how tight she clamps on to him. I’m moaning so loud I’m afraid to be heard by anyone walking outside.

He pulls my head up by my hair near his chest but he is still fucking me raw like an animal. I have nothing to grab in front of me for leverage so I try and hold on to his thighs. Jesus and Mary his thighs are rock solid. He is still a knight in shining rock hard armor and it’s all him. He pushes my hands off his thighs and pulls out of my pussy while turning me around. He kisses me ferociously and just looks at my eyes. He has my hair gripped in his hand and we are both just panting while staring at one another. He releases my hair and I drop to my knees once again. I need to eat him. I want to taste my juices mixed with his sweat and pre-cum. My lips wrap around his thickness and start gliding up and down with such suction that my lips become swollen almost immediately. I don’t stop though. I continue consuming his cock like it’s my last meal. He pulls my face slightly back and looks at me while my lips increase their movement. Then he pulls my head all the way back and his cock slips out of my mouth. He tells me to slide my tongue out and he slaps my tongue with his cock. It’s so hard that the pressure from my tongue presses down on my teeth and it’s hurts. I welcome the pain.

For the past few years my lovers have been few and quite fastidious. I didn’t even want half of them but a woman has needs. In the end most of them were not even worth my time. Always I compared them to him. Always my mind reverted back to him. Always I just wanted it to be him. No one ever measured up. They were always too soft or talked too much or texted dumb ass words that never held my attention. Whatever I asked I got. I know it’s every woman’s dream to have a man just comply but that wasn’t my dream. My dream man was this man right here before me. He always held my mind, my thoughts and my attention because he always gave so much while giving so little of himself. It wasn’t manipulative or wrong in any way, it simply was just his way and I understood that about him. I understood and accepted him for who and how he was and I still loved him with no bounds.

He walked away towards my room. I simply got up and followed him. When I walked in to my bedroom he was already laying in the bed. His forefinger signaled me to come to him. I was still fucking nervous inside but I knew all that would cease in a moment. I climbed on to the bed and straddled him. He sat up as I grabbed his cock and slid it slowly inside me. I threw my head back from the pleasure in my body but most importantly the one in my mind. The level of pure bliss was simply indescribable. He grabbed my ass and while I rode him he slammed my ass back down with every stroke. I couldn’t take the pleasure because the buildup was immediate. I leaned towards him and our foreheads touched as a small deep groan escaped my lips and my first orgasm ripped through my body. I locked my eyes on his and I know he felt it. I slowed down a bit before I started to build the momentum back up. I’m not sure what got into me but I started bucking him so hard and fast. I wanted to consume him. I wanted to swallow his whole body. I wanted to take him in me with such force. It was like I couldn’t hold back. I saw his head roll back as he lost his grip on my ass and begin breathing so hard it turned into a groan. He mumbled the word fuck and my second orgasm came rolling out right away. He moaned so loud as his orgasm took over, it was like the entire room vibrated from the intensity. I followed suit and screamed at the top of my lungs his name. I hadn’t said his name out loud in years and my body yearned to do so now.

We both slowed down and just stared at each other. He sat up and kissed me so gently. We just kept looking at each other and still rocking ever so slightly. He was still inside of me and even though I knew he would lose it soon, his cock was still very fucking hard. He pulled my hair back and slipped out from under me. He laid me down on the bed and just started biting my ass. This was his after care. He was very much so marking his territory and I didn’t care. I never stopped being his. I was his even when I knew he was living his life next to someone else. I turned to my side after my ass was all bruised and full of possibly half a dozen bite marks. He cradled me in a spooning position. I turned my head and looked at him and he simply kissed my forehead. He slipped his cock in between my legs and just held me and for the first time ever in our lives, we fell asleep together……