Erotic Raine

Tonight seemed a worthy plaything. Young and full of life, she had found the young woman on the street begging for change. The offer of a hot meal and a place to spend the night was quickly accepted. And the offer was honored, the playmate being permitted to relax after the meal, being made as comfortable as possible. There was only the two of them in the cabin and she was put more at ease.

She was a master of breaking down inhibitions easily with her casual conversation and occasional stray touch. Then letting the touches linger long enough for the playmate to know where they might lead, allowing the playmate to determine the speed of the intimacy. And when the first kiss finally evolved, the playmate was hers to do with as she pleased.

A suggestion to move downstairs, leaving a trail of clothes behind, was never refused. If her playmate tried to move quickly, to get satisfaction, she was always able to subdue them. Her playmate had to earn any pleasure she chose to give.

On this night, she guided her female playmate down the stairs then over to the raised padded platform, the only lighted area of the basement. If light had reached further into the darkness, her playmate might have realized the precarious situation in which she found herself. The dungeon had all the necessary accoutrements and the sight of much of it would change lust to fear. So the remainder of the space stayed dark, allowing the focus needed for the two to fully enjoy each other.

She invited her toy to lie down, trailing her fingers over her soft, supple body to keep her aroused. Lips followed fingertips, as she kissed along the warm flesh, feeling the anticipation and arousal rise. She took long, lingering licks, tasting the tang of hesitation mixed with desire. Raising arms above head, she bound her playmate's wrists together then secured them to the platform. She kept her eyes locked on the girl's gaze, noting her rising fear and calming it with soft whispers and kisses, promises of pleasure to come. Moving back down the body, touching, stimulating, she attached cuffs to each ankle, securing each to the side of the platform.

With the girl now prone before her, she smiled as she maneuvered herself on top of her. She took a couple of long, slow laps at the wetness between her thighs then moved up the torso, licking, kissing and nibbling her flesh along the way. She kept one hand below to massage her toy’s mound, keeping it wet and pliable. She moved her mouth closer to the neck, locking her lips on the collarbone, sucking gently at the sensitive spot. The combined pleasure of having her pussy stroked with the increased vigor of sucking at her neck had her nice and juicy.

She kissed and sucked her way down to one pert, full breast. At first she was gentle, sensual, flicking a nipple with her tongue, teasing it, rolling it between her lips. But just as her playmate was enjoying it most, even moaning from the pleasure, she bit down. There was a yelp and the beginnings of a struggle, but she clamped her hand over the mouth and pushed her weight down on the body as her teeth dug into the tender flesh of the breast. After another moment she released and, looking her toy directly in the eyes, moved her full weight on top and smiled as she removed her hand. Tears in its eyes, the girl understood that enduring any pain would bring pleasure.

Sliding down the body she grabbed the other breast and squeezed, watching her reaction. No more tears and little more than a whimper this time. She nibbled her way down the body, along ribs, belly and further. Teeth pinched skin between them as the breathing of both women quickened from a mix of excitement and fear, pleasure and pain.

He was sitting on the sofa, naked, slowly stroking his hard cock, when she walked into the room. She didn’t say a word and went through to the bedroom. His balls tightened at the sight of her in a snug fitting dress and black pumps, and he had to briefly loosen his grip. He continued stroking and a couple minutes later she returned. This time she acknowledged his presence.

“How long has it been?”

He glanced at the clock on the end table. “Forty minutes, ma’am.”

“Good boy. Keep going.”

He loved edging for her, loved to see how long she would force him to go before allowing release. He would not cum until she told him to, no matter how long she made him stroke, how long he had to last. He adored her and it was his duty to please her.

He watched her walk down the hall to the bathroom. It was almost five minutes before she returned, and when he saw her walking toward him he had to fight to keep himself from exploding. She had removed her dress and was now in a black lace bra and panties, thigh-high black stockings and her pumps. She knew exactly the effect her outfit would have on him and watched him as she slowly, so slowly sauntered into the room.

His breath was labored and beads of sweat broke out on his forehead. But he could not release the grip on his cock as she watched him. He stroked slowly, groaning as he fought the urge to release. He knew if he let even a drop out, she would turn away and leave him to suffer in guilty silence.

She stopped in front of him, barely two feet away. If he dared he could reach out and touch her. But he would never do that without permission.

“Do you like what you see, boy?” she asked, running her hands down her torso, from breasts to hips.

“Yes… yes, ma’am, I do. Very much,” he stammered in reply, his brain barely working.

She lifted her right foot and put the tip on the sofa between his legs, directly under where he stroked. As much as he wanted to cum, he now wanted to put his hands on her leg, caress her calf, lift her foot carefully to kiss her shoe. But he kept stroking.

Her foot remained until she was satisfied he had passed her test. When she placed it back on the floor he knew she was not through with him. She bent over in front of him, providing a full view of her ample cleavage, and removed first one pump and then the other. He was momentarily saddened that she had not permitted him to remove her shoes. But that would have required he stop stroking.

Rising from her position, she put her hands on the back of the sofa, on either side of him, and leaned in close enough to kiss him.

“You will not cum until I tell you to, will you?”

He felt the sweet breath of every word escaping her lips.

“No, of course not, ma’am.”

“That’s my good boy.” And, with her hands still on the sofa, she put her feet on either side of his hips and stood up. With her now standing on the sofa, her barely covered mound was directly in his face, only an inch away. He inhaled deeply and his mouth started to water at her scent. He loved the smell of her, the taste of her and he desperately wanted her to use his tongue for her pleasure.

As if reading his mind, she said “Tongue,” and he stuck his tongue out.

“Lick my panties, boy.” And he did. She pushed into him and his firm tongue delved between her thighs as he buried his nose in her scent. She was already wet, as he knew she would be, and he could taste her through the thin fabric. As he licked, she put one hand on his head, curling her fingers in his hair. She began grinding herself in his face and he had to slow his stroking for fear he would cum without permission. But he never stopped.

She pulled back from him briefly.

“Remove my panties, boy. But do not stop stroking.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He used his teeth and one hand to slide her panties partway down her legs. She gingerly lifted one foot so he could slip them off. When she was free of them, she put her well-trimmed pussy back in his face.

“Make me cum, boy. Use that tongue and put some fingers inside me. And don’t you dare release.”

He did as he was told. As she pulled his head in, he began lapping at the full length of her. He brought up the hand that wasn’t stroking and slipped two fingers easily into her slickness. She gasped and leaned into him more, resting her knees next to his arms. His tongue swirled around her swelling clit and, as he began pumping his fingers, he took the nub between his lips and sucked.

“Oh fuck, yes!” she moaned, as her hips began pumping. He knew what it took to get her to cum and after a few more pumps he inserted a third finger. She yelped, grabbed his head tight against herself and came hard. He sucked her clit firmly to make it last, removing his fingers as she tightened up so he could put his hand on her lower back to steady her. He released his mouth as her fingers uncurled.

“Good boy. Very good boy.” She let herself sink down his chest. “Now release your hand. Stop stroking.”

He did as instructed, his cock throbbing even without his hand on it. Her scent, her taste, the pleasure he had given her - it all had him on the verge of release.

She moved down to straddle him, her knees on either side of his thighs. His cock stood straight up between them. He thought he was to resume stroking that way. Or because he had been so good for her, perhaps he had earned her hand on him. But she had something else in mind.

Slowly, she began moving up and in then back, using the wetness from her pussy to glide his cock back and forth. She was stroking him without her hands, making him yearn for the tight, hot wetness inside. But she kept going, back and forth, back and forth, not once letting him slip inside her.

“Put your hands on my ass, boy,” she told him as she rested her hands on his shoulders. Supporting her ass that way allowed her to stroke him more firmly with her pussy. She locked eyes with him as she moved, knowing how badly he wanted release. When he began to groan with every movement, she slowed then sat back, his rigid cock twitching between them.

“Stroke for me again, boy. With both hands.” She sat back on his knees as he obeyed. She watched him, watched his hands moving slowly up and down his cock. And he watched her, biting his lip to keep himself from going over the edge.

“Faster,” she demanded. And as his hands did as commanded, she began stroking her clit with two fingers. His breath quickened and he moaned, not knowing how much longer he could hold out.

She stroked herself faster and harder, obviously close to making herself cum again.

“Stroke faster and cum for me. Cum on your chest. Show me that you deserve me.”

And that was all it took to put him over. Two more quick strokes and he exploded all over himself. Seeing the hot, thick cum shoot all over his chest, she came hard, bucking on his legs as she rode out the orgasm. He shot a second time, watching her writhe in ecstasy. Both were covered in sweat and he was drenched in cum as they slowly came down.

“Mmmmm,” she moaned, as the pleasure subsided. “Now be a very good boy and clean yourself up the way I like.”

“Yes, ma’am. Of course.” And he scooped his cum off his chest with his fingers and licked them clean.

She stroked his head. “Such a good boy. Now clean me up too.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He shifted her off his knees, laying her gently on the sofa. He kneeled between her legs and licked her juices from her thighs and between her legs. As much as he wanted to continue licking and bring her to orgasm again, he did only as instructed.

She continued stroking his head. “You’ve been a very good boy for me today. You’ve made me very happy.”

I always look forward to reading a collection put together by RKB. She has quite the knack for finding well-written pieces covering a variety of possibilities for whatever the particular focus may be. Best Bondage Erotica 2014 is no exception. This is another enjoyable collection of stories covering every angle of the kink, from the obvious to the surprising. Some of the stories are very blunt, almost in your face while others are subtle, lyrical, almost romantic. All of them tell their tales well in barely a few pages, managing to draw the reader in to the sensations and atmosphere of the scene. There were a couple of stories that fell a little short (for me, anyway), but overall this is a collection I would recommend to anyone interested in erotica, even those who may not think they are interested in this particular kink.

Note: I was provided a complimentary copy of this book in exchange for an honest review.

He sat in the chair, waiting. Then came the knock. He walked over and opened the door to see her standing there in a black wraparound dress, fishnet stockings and black heels. She smiled and he took her hand, leading her into the room. Closing the door behind her, he leaned her against it and gave her a deep, passionate kiss. Their tongues chased each other in their mouths and their hands started to roam. They broke apart momentarily as he guided her over to the bed. They sat down and wrapped their arms around each other, the kiss getting more passionate with every passing second. Easing down to lie on the bed, she climbed on top of him, never breaking the kiss. His hands moved down her body, lifting her dress, squeezing her bare ass and giving it a light smack. She kissed him harder, deeper, urging him on with gyrating hips.

He gently turned her over and slid down the bed, looking into her eyes the entire time, his hand trailing down the length of her body. He pushed up the bottom of her dress and caressed her thighs, gently spreading her legs apart. He lowered his head and lightly kissed each thigh, working from the outside in. She watched as he raised his head to look at her, licked his lips and once again lowered his head, this time right between her thighs. A gasp escaped her as she felt his warm tongue flick her most sensitive spot. Then he slowly, gently licked along her lips, taking his time as she started to moan softly. He explored every area before returning to the most sensitive, most delicious nub. He licked around it slowly, teasing it and her moans grew louder. Her hips began moving in time to the rhythm of his licks. She reached down and tangled her fingers into his hair, guiding his head. His licks became more determined, his tongue flicking more firmly on just the right spot. Her moans and gasps grew louder, her fingers more insistent as she ground her pussy into his face. He knew it was time. He wrapped his lips around her swollen clit and sucked hard. Immediately she gasped and arched her back, wanting more, wanting it all. He kept sucking as she rode out the orgasm. When she felt it ebbing, he stopped sucking and returned to slowly licking, delving his tongue inside to taste her juices.

This story was good for a free read and is well written. The main characters are pretty typical for erotic fiction at this point - slightly rebellious, independent woman looking for a big break and a pompous, “good looking” millionaire wanting someone to control. (Good looking is in quotes because the man is a red head which, for me, immediately removes any possibility of hotness.) The secondary characters are not exactly likable, so I did not care much about the subplots. But it was nice that an effort was made to create a fuller plot than just boy meets girl and they fall into bed. Though I do have to say that for a book described as containing “hot sex”, it took awhile to get there and there was not much of it. I also think the publisher should not be making comparisons to 50 Shades, as that book is so badly written that it insults any true writer. As a serialized novella, there is no real ending to this volume, but there is not enough to make me want to continue reading the series.

Rating: 3/5

This is a hefty book full of succinct scenarios all resulting in getting off. Some are individuals pleasuring themselves and some involve two or more people. All of the stories are very well written and there are some pretty imaginative situations presented. I was impressed by how differently the authors managed to express essentially the same thing over and over. It's not easy coming up with original ways to describe sexual contact and orgasms, but these stories manage to do it. You really can't read more than a few stories at a time though - these are scenes to ponder after you've made it through the four or five pages of description. I commend RKB for another enjoyable collection and presenting such a fantastic variety of tales.

Rating: 5/5

She unlocked the door and walked into the apartment. Keys were dropped on the table in the hall and, removing her coat, she draped it over the chaise as she entered the living room. Along with the chaise there was a sofa, two side tables, a large rug and a chair in the corner. There was no coffee table in the middle of the rub. Instead, as instructed, he knelt, head lowered, collar around his neck, hands on his thighs, waiting. She ignored him for the moment, though she loved seeing him like this every day when she arrived. His taut, muscled body ready to move at her will, his dark skin glistening in the dim light of the room.

Moving around the room, she knew he was paying close attention to where she was. He desperately wanted her to take notice of him. There were days when she indulged him as soon as she walked through the door, talking with him, giving him the first tasks of the evening. But tonight she was torturing him mentally, making him wait. He would not move nor make a sound until given permission.

She approached the center of the room and circled around him. She knew his excitement level was rising from the way his breath quickened as she moved closer. That was one thing he always had difficulty controlling. He could deal with most of what she did to him without flinching or making a sound, but his breathing always gave him away. She liked knowing there was something his strong willpower could not control.

Stopping in front of him, the tip of her leather boots barely an inch from his knees, she waited. The anticipation was overwhelming, but he knew she would do nothing until he was completely calm. It took effort, but his breathing slowed to a normal pace. He hoped it was time, that she would finally grant him the privilege of a touch or a word of instruction. But he saw her feet turn and she walked away, in the direction of the bedroom. He heard a drawer open and close, then the tap of her heels as she returned. Sensual music filled the air as she pressed a button on the stereo as she passed it.

She stood behind him, knife in hand. It was not a large knife, but the blade was kept sharp and served its purpose. She had bought it expressly for cutting flesh, his flesh. He had felt the sting of the blade more than once and it still impressed her how little he reacted when she used it on him. The thrill she felt slicing into his dark skin and seeing that first trickle of blood was undeniable.

But not yet. She enjoyed the delayed gratification as much as she knew he did. She also enjoyed teasing her pet before indulging to their mutual satisfaction. She touched the top of his head, his signal that he had permission to stand. Watching him rise from the floor was always a pleasure, his body unfolding with fluid movement. In a moment, he stood before her in the exact spot he had knelt, her standing behind him still. She didn’t need him to turn or to walk around in front of him to know that his cock was rock hard in anticipation. And it would remain that way until she permitted him to cum, if she permitted it.

She ran the dull side of the blade across his shoulders, then down the center of his back. He didn’t flinch or gasp or make even the slightest movement. The trust between them was undeniable. She moved around in front of him, noting that his head was still lowered, as it should be. She again ran the knife down his body, across his chest, abs and down to his hardness. Again, not a flinch or even a twitch from his cock.

She put the point of the knife under his chin to raise his head. Like a good slave, his eyes remained downcast. She lowered the blade, grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him in for a kiss. Her passion was returned as he desperately wanted to show her how he yearned for every bit of attention she would give him. She bit his lip hard enough to draw blood and the taste of copper only served to increase their ardor. Removing her hand from his neck she gave his arm a squeeze, permission for him to embrace her. His dark, muscular arms wrapped around her body as hers wrapped around him. He was careful to not let them stray, lest he be punished for taking liberties.

Sucking on his lip, she broke the kiss and his arms immediately dropped to his sides. She grabbed one of the rings on his collar and guided him to the straight backed chair in the corner. She turned him around, tapped his shoulder and he sat. His cock stood rigid at an almost forty-five degree angle from his body. She raised her skirt and even with his eyes lowered he saw that she wore nothing underneath. She straddled the chair and slowly lowered herself on his length. It was always a struggle for him to not thrust up into her as she impaled herself.

His full length inside of her, she could feel him throbbing, which only served to make her even more wet. With one hand she undid the buttons on her blouse and unclasped her bra, letting her ample breasts fall free. She tugged one of the outside rings on his collar and he put one arm around her waist. She then tugged the middle ring and he lowered his head to one breast, supporting it with his other hand, and took the nipple between his lips. She felt him throbbing even deeper inside her as he suckled.

With his head angled as it was and his neck exposed, she couldn’t resist. She lowered her mouth and trailed her tongue along his collarbone, feeling heat emanate from his skin. Licking led to kissing and as she put her hand on the back of his head to keep him at her breast, she bit down, hard. Her teeth dug into the thin, sensitive skin where neck meets shoulder. His only reaction was a quick intake of breath, but he did not dare stop sucking on her nipple. She moaned into the bite and began moving her hips. He knew this permitted him license to move independently, all to make the experience more enjoyable for her.

His thrusts were slow and deep. She released her bite and threw her head back in pleasure. His mouth still on her nipple, he moved both hands to her hips, holding her steady as she rode him. She put a hand on each of his shoulders to more easily raise herself up so she could slam down harder. He matched her faster rhythm, willing her to cum for him. It didn’t take long before she began to shake and dig her nails into his shoulders. As he felt her pussy clench, one hand grabbed the back of his head, pulling him tighter and he bit her nipple, knowing it would take her completely over the edge. She screamed as she came, bucking uncontrollably as he held her down, buried deep inside her.

She remained on his lap, feeling how tight he fit inside her now. Putting a finger under his chin, she raised his head away from her breast and tilted it towards hers, finally allowing him to look into her eyes. Once their gazes locked he was not permitted to look away until she did. And he didn’t, even when he felt the knife slowly slice into his chest just above his left nipple. When she lowered her head to lick at the blood, he closed his eyes to enjoy the intimacy. She began moving her hips again as she sucked at the wound and he rocked with her rhythm.

Raising her lips to his, he tasted the copper of his own blood as they kissed. She dropped the knife to the floor and tugged on two rings of his collar, never breaking the kiss. As instructed, he put his hands under her ass to lift her with him as he rose from the chair and moved to the sofa. Now he was permitted to be on top. What was not permitted was stopping until instructed to do so. And once she was situated comfortably, he began thrusting into her hot, wet tightness with his full length. She bit his lip then let him raise up so he could lift her legs, rest them on his shoulders and thrust even deeper into her.

She let out a gasp as he drove his cock further into her. She pushed her hips into him, forcing him as deep as possible. He thrust into her hard and fast, taking her back to the edge. His grunts were met with her groans as they ferociously fucked on the sofa. She grabbed the sides of his thighs, digging her nails in hard and thus giving him permission to cum as he brought her to another shaking orgasm. As her pussy tightened around his pumping cock, she screamed into the orgasm and he let out a guttural yell as he released inside her at the same time. Slowing down, he continued to thrust so she could get every moment of pleasure as the high she was riding out coursed through her body.

It began innocently enough as a boudoir photo shoot. The young woman had called his studio for a late night session; a little out of the ordinary but he wasn’t going to turn down business just because it was after hours. And when she showed up he was very happy he’d made the appointment - she was positively gorgeous. A good 25 years or so younger than him, the statuesque brunette had all the right curves, something that was easy to tell in the snug dress she was wearing. He was momentarily speechless as he unlocked the studio door for her.

“Hello. I believe we have a session scheduled. My name is Clara.”

“Yes we do, my dear. Pleased to meet you. I’m Peter. Do come in.”

“Thank you.” Clara had a bag with her, presumably with the outfits she wanted to wear for the photos. Peter was quite looking forward to what she would be revealing for him. As he showed her the studio space, they discussed the basics of the session and what she was looking for.

“These photos are for personal use. I want a selection of very provocative, intimate poses and situations. I do hope that’s something you’re comfortable with.”

“My dear, I have all manner of people in all manner of situations. What’s most important is that you feel comfortable and everything progress as naturally as possible. Now, should we get started? That door in the corner is the changing room, if you want to get into one of your outfits.”

Clara went to the room, leaving the door slightly ajar. As tempting as it was, Peter was trying his best to remain professional and busied himself with the set and camera to avoid peeking. He was rewarded barely a couple of minutes later when she emerged clad in a lacey, sheer red negligee, matching thong panties and four-inch red pumps. Instantly hard, Peter was glad to be behind the camera as she walked over to the set.

“You look beautiful, Clara. These photos are going to be perfect. Please, take a seat however you wish on the cushions and we’ll get started.”

“Thank you, Peter. You’ve made this all very comfortable.” As she spoke, Clara lowered herself onto the mound of pillows he had arranged for her. Peter began snapping away immediately and Clara grew increasingly comfortable. She closed her eyes and let her mind wander, with her hands following suit. She trailed her hands down her arms, across her stomach, down her legs. Seeming to forget where she was, she let her hands linger on her breasts, fondling and squeezing.

Behind the camera, Peter was getting more turned on by the minute. He had done plenty of boudoir sessions before but never had one become so intimate and arousing. He was getting such great shots he didn’t want to disturb her and break the spell. 

Clara continued to turn herself on, lowering the straps of her negligee to let her breasts free. She took each nipple between two fingers and began pinching and twisting. She began to moan and gyrate as her pleasure slowly intensified. She released one nipple and moved her hand down to her panties, rubbing outside them, raising her hips slightly.

At this point, Peter took his handheld so he could get different angles and close-ups. As aroused as he was, with his hard cock straining against his pants, he enjoyed the fact that he was a voyeur in this instance. Clara was going to get herself off right in front of him and, as he hadn’t been invited to join in, he was going to capture every moment of it on film.

Unable to resist any longer, she slipped her hand inside her panties. Her hips began moving in rhythm with the stroking of her fingers. Clara moaned and tugged at her nipple harder. Then she stopped and opened her eyes, looking right at Peter. He stopped snapping photos, concerned that the situation had taken a turn and she was going to stop everything. But before he could say anything, she hooked her thumbs under the edge of her panties and pulled them down, bending her knees to get them off more quickly. Still looking at him, she licked her lips as she inserted a finger into her glistening pussy and slowly began pumping. It took Peter a minute to realize he should start taking photos again.

Clara slipped a second finger into herself and continued pumping. She sat up a little and with her other hand went back to stroking her engorged clit. Her hips were moving faster as she brought herself closer  and closer to orgasm. Juices were dripping from her soaked pussy, pooling on the pillow beneath her. And she kept pumping and stroking, moaning loudly. She was still looking at Peter as he watched her and caught her rising climax with every shutter click. He was completely entranced with her ecstasy. 

Her breathing became ragged and her hips jerked as she stroked her clit faster. She slipped a third finger inside and brought herself to the edge, purposely slowing for a moment to let it linger. Then she pushed down firmly on her clit, rubbing hard as she forced her fingers as deep as they would go. Clara screamed as the orgasm took her, her entire body shaking for more than a minute before she finally rested.

“Excuse me, ma’am?”

She looked up from her coffee and next to her table stood a tall, somewhat burly man. She knew grabbing something to eat at a truck stop was always an iffy proposition, especially since she travelled on her own.

“Yes?”

“I’m sorry to bother you, but I was wondering if I could ask you about something. If you’d rather be left alone, I understand.”

“Umm, no that’s ok. Have a seat,” and she motioned to the empty chair across from her.

“Oh, thank you.” The man sat down, looking rather nervous.

She took a sip of her coffee. “So, what is it you wanted to ask me about?”

“Well, umm, this is going to seem kind of forward. But you see it’s been a long time since I’ve been with a woman and, well, you look really nice. I like the shape of your body.”

She gulped her coffee and started coughing. She hadn’t exactly been expecting such a direct proposition like that. Her gaze scanned the small restaurant space to see who might help her out of this situation.

“Oh man, I blew it already didn’t I? I’m so sorry. It sounds like I’m asking for something I’m not. I’m not looking for sex, honest.”

Her brief coughing fit over, she sat and looked at him, trying to figure out what this man really wanted of her considering how he’d begun the conversation. He was having a hard time looking her in the eye.

“You don’t want sex, but you’re talking about my body and how long it’s been since you had sex. How am I supposed to take that?”

“I’m sorry, I really am. I just didn’t know how to start so I kind of blurted out what was in my head. I’ll leave you alone now.” The man put his hands on the table and started to rise from his chair.

She put her hand on one of his and he stopped immediately. She could have sworn she saw an almost imperceptible shiver go through him. There was no question of her curiosity at this point.

“Don’t go. I want to know what you’re looking for.”

He gulped. “You do? Really? I’ve never had a woman willing to give me a chance to explain myself.”

“Well you have one now. So tell me.”

“You see ma’am, I really just want to be with a woman. Be next to her, touch her, kiss her, explore her body. But only to the extent she wants. And I would do nothing very sexual unless she asked me to. I don’t even want to get off. I just want to be with someone, have real contact, share the warmth of our bodies.”

Looking at him she considered the fact that she had no particular place to rush off to. And he seemed sincere enough.

“Where would this happen? And do you expect us both to be naked?”

“Ma’am, my truck has an extended cab with sleeper. It’s pretty comfortable. But I would want you to wear whatever works for you. I would like some skin to skin contact but I will keep my boxers on at all times.”

“If you give me your keys once you unlock the cab and respect my wishes in every regard, even if I tell you to stop, I will do this.”

“Yes, oh yes, absolutely. I have no intention of taking advantage of you ma’am.”

* * * * *

The cab was more comfortable than she expected it to be. The mattress felt good and he had plenty of pillows. Plus he’d made sure she had a blanket in case she got cold.

She laid there as he looked at her. That’s all he had done since she removed her clothes and he had stripped down, keeping his boxers on as promised. She was glad she had decided to wear a matching set today of red lace bra and panties. His gaze was taking in every inch of her. He looked like a man who hadn’t eaten in days and wasn’t sure where to begin when presented with a feast.

He wasn’t exactly difficult to look at. Under those baggy trucker clothes he was quite fit. He had broad shoulders and a tighter body than she expected of someone who drove all day for a living. She was beginning to get impatient about him touching her; she wanted those strong hands on her now.

As if sensing her thoughts he finally made a move, caressing her shoulder. His hand felt rough but he was gentle with her. Moving down her arm, massaging as he did. He brushed both hands across her torso then swept them down her thighs, her calves. He briefly massaged her feet before rubbing back up her legs. As he did, he finally looked her solidly in the eyes.

“You feel so good. Thank you for this.”

“You’re welcome. I like the way your hands feel on me.”

He smiled. “Ma’am, may I kiss you?”

“Yes, you may.”

She thought it would be a kiss on the lips. But he started with her belly, kissing lightly, moving up. He kissed between her breasts, where her bra wasn’t covering. Then her collarbone, sending shivers through her, and around her neck. Then he finally reached her lips, with a slow, deep, passionate kiss. She wrapped her arms around him as he gingerly settled his body on hers. He didn’t grind into her, though she could feel how hard he was. They just kissed, lips working, tongues winding around each other.

Hands began to wander, but neither of them wanted to break the kiss. He reached under and squeezed her ass, careful to stay outside the lace panties. She dug her fingers into his shoulders and raked her nails across his back.

She wanted him, needed him. But he said specifically he did not want sex. Was that for her benefit or was he really not into it? Only one way to find out.

As they continued to kiss she moved one of her hands between them. She took hold of his hardness through his boxers and squeezed. He pulled away from her, surprised, and she sat up.

“No, you don’t need to do that, I meant what I said. I just need to feel the touch of a woman.”

“But this is what I want to touch. I want to do more than touch. And you said we would do as much as I wanted to. And I want you.”

He hesitated. It had been so long. Just the closeness, the contact, was supposed to be enough. But he couldn’t deny how turned on he was. And how badly he wanted her too.

Knowing he needed a bit of encouragement, she slipped her hand into his boxers and grabbed his cock. When he didn’t pull away, she began stroking him. He worked his boxers off, making sure she did not have to remove her hand. Then he reached around her and undid her bra, letting her large, firm breasts loose. He had to admit he’d been wanting to see them since she first removed her shirt.

They adjusted their positioning slightly so she could continue to stroke as he sucked on one rosy nipple and then the other. She moaned and curled her fingers into his hair, pulling his head tighter against her.

He pushed her down again and took her hand away from his cock. Sliding down her body, he pulled off her panties. Kissing the insides of her thighs, then across the top of her well-trimmed mound, purposely avoiding her moist lips. The scent of her was overwhelming and when she started moving her hips, he could resist no longer.

Spreading her lips he began licking the length of her. She was so wet, but tasted so good it was intoxicating. His tongue delved inside her to lap up as much as he could. Her hips gyrated as she moaned loudly. She grabbed his head and pulled hi up slightly, wanting him to suck her.

He got the message and focused on her clit. He licked at it, teasing her. and she ground herself into his face, wanting him to do more.

“Please, oh god, please!” And he obliged, taking her swollen clit into his mouth and sucking, flicking it with his tongue. She arched her back, pumping her hips and moaning. He sucked harder, putting two fingers into her wetness at the same time, pumping in and out. She matched the rhythm of his pumping with thrusting hips. He felt her pussy clench tightly around his fingers as she reached her climax. He sucked her clit hard as she came, screaming as she rode it out.

Releasing her, removing his fingers and licking her juices from them, he resumed kissing and touching her body. She was so much more sensitive now, shivering at his touch. His mouth once again met hers and they kissed passionately. He was lying fully on top of her again, only this time they were both naked. She could feel his hard cock over her mound, throbbing. And he felt the heat from between her legs. He tried to resist but couldn’t help grinding into her as they kissed.

She broke away from the kiss, moved to his ear and whispered, “Fuck me now. I want to feel you inside me.” He wasn’t all that surprised and had been hoping it was what she wanted. Without a word he raised himself up and lifted her legs. Positioning them on his shoulders, he drove into her slow and deep until his full throbbing length was buried inside her.

As soon as he started slowly pumping in and out of her, he felt her pussy tighten around him. She was cumming again, moaning. He thought maybe he should stop or pull out, but she was matching his thrusts even as she writhed in ecstasy. So he kept going, and when he felt her grip on him loosen, he increased the pace and drove himself into her harder and faster. She responded with thrusts that ensured every inch of his hard cock was inside her.

She raked her nails down his back and dug them into his ass cheeks. He felt his balls tighten and pulled out in time to shoot over her belly, onto her breasts. She reached down and grabbed his cock as the last drops came out. Feeling he was still hard, she raised up, pushing him onto his back at the same time. She climbed on top, burying his cock once again into her dripping pussy. Hands on his chest and his hands on her hips, she rode him hard until she came yet again. With him still inside her, she collapsed on top of him.

I picked up this book on the recommendations of people who hated 50 Shades for the same reasons I did, primarily the lack of a realistic relationship within a particular lifestyle (in addition to the horrid writing, obviously). Reisz is most definitely a good writer and established a believable atmosphere in this novel. It was a relatively compelling read too. And though the character development was good, I found it difficult to actually like the people in this book. Zach is fairly drab and constantly pines for his estranged wife; Nora is over-the-top, indecisive and ultimately weak; and Soren is just an asshole. The only character I actually liked was Wesley the virgin, and you end up mostly pitying him throughout because he's so misguided. That being said, the relationships are far more realistic here than in other similar books. And there is actual plot - for an "erotic" novel, there is nowhere near as much of the naughty stuff as you would expect (the average Anita Blake novel has more sex scenes!). But what is there is well-plotted and written, and very "natural" considering the scenarios.

Rating: 4/5

This is not a work of fiction. I have had many people ask for details of the slave contract I use. Instead of having to explain it or send copies, I decided to just post it here. It is based on similar contracts that can easily be found online, but tweaked for personal preference. There is also an appendix of rules, but it's far too long to post. I may consider posting portions of it in the future.

Feel free to send me questions if there's anything about which you'd like further details.

Slave Contract

This contract is provided as a secure and binding agreement which defines in specific terms the relationship and interaction between two individuals, hereafter termed slave and Mistress.

Forward

This contract is meant to show that ______________has offered himself voluntarily as slave to _________________, and that She has accepted him and has thus become Mistress. This contract, and the Rules of Slavery in Appendix A, will remain binding and enforceable as long as both parties wish it, and neither party breach it, pursuant to the conditions herein detailed. From this point forward, __________________ shall be referred to as Mistress, and _____________ shall be referred to as slave.

slave's Role

The slave agrees to submit to Mistress in all ways. There are no bounds of place, time or situation in which the slave may willfully refuse to obey the directive of Mistress without risk of punishment, except in situations where the slave's veto applies. The slave also agrees that upon entering into the slave Contract, his body, mind and spirit belongs to Mistress, to be used as She sees fit, within the guidelines defined herein. The slave agrees to please Mistress to the best of his abilities, in that he now exists solely for the pleasure of Mistress.

The slave agrees to derive his pleasures from accepting his part in the relationship described and that slave will gladly accept the pleasures Mistress provides. Slave further agrees to confess his desires for Mistress’ consideration. Failing to do so, Mistress takes no responsibility in the consequences of slave's failure to disclose desires, even if slave is unable to communicate his desires.

slave's Veto

The slave, where appropriate, holds veto power over any command given by Mistress, at which time he may willfully refuse to obey said command. This power may only be invoked under the following circumstances or where agreed upon by both Mistress and slave:

Where said command conflicts with any existing laws and may lead to fines, arrest or prosecution of slave.

Where said command may cause extreme damage to slave's life, such as causing family stress, etc.

Where said command may cause permanent bodily harm to slave.

Mistress's Role

Mistress accepts the responsibility of the slave's body, mind and spirit, to do with as She sees fit, under the provisions determined in this contract. Mistress agrees to care for slave, and to arrange for the safety and wellbeing of slave. Mistress accepts the commitment to treat slave properly, to train slave, to help slave grow within the D/s lifestyle, to punish slave, and to love slave.

Relationship

Slave will seek, during the enslavement term, to learn how to please Mistress better, and will gracefully accept any criticism in whatever form Mistress chooses. Subject to terms of this Contract and the appended Rules of Slavery, slave unconditionally accepts anything Mistress may choose to do with him, whether as punishment, for Mistress's amusement or for whatever purpose. No matter how painful, unpleasant, or uncomfortable to slave.

Punishment

The slave agrees to accept any punishment Mistress decides is required. That such punishment shall be explained as to infraction committed, the timetable for punishment, and the lesson that said punishment will hopefully teach. Any refusal of slave to comply will be a breach of contract, except where the slave's veto power applies.

Rules of Punishment

Punishment of slave is subject to certain rules designed to protect slave from intentional abuse or bodily harm. Punishment must not cause permanent bodily harm, or the following forms of abuse. Punishment must stop immediately if:

The body is burned

There is drastic loss of circulation

Internal bleeding occurs

There is loss of consciousness

The withholding of necessities including, but not limited to, food, water, bathroom privileges and sunlight for a period that endangers health in any way, shall be considered an abuse of slave and shall be grounds for breach of contract on slave's behalf.

Permanent Bodily Harm

Because the body of slave now belongs to Mistress, it is Mistress's responsibility to protect that body from permanent harm. Should slave ever come to permanent bodily harm during the course of punishment or any other D/s related activity, whether by intent or accident, it will be grounds for immediate termination of this contract, should slave so desire. Permanent harm shall be determined as:

Any damage that involves loss of mobility or function, including broken bones.

Any permanent marks on the skin, including scars, burns, tattoos, unless accepted in advance by slave.

Any piercing of the flesh, unless accepted in advance by slave.

Any attempt at sexual intercourse, without the use of a condom, except by prior agreement of both Mistress and slave.

Any diseases that could result in any of the above, including sexually transmitted disease.

Others

With the exception of a spouse, slave may not seek any other Mistress or lover, or relate to others in any sexual or submissive way without Mistress's permission, acceptance and approval. To do so, will be considered a breach of contract, and will result in extreme punishment. Mistress may accept other submissives' or lovers, with slave's acceptance, while keeping in mind slave's emotional state. Under no circumstances should Mistress allow such action to result in ignoring slave. Mistress will always show slave preferential treatment with regard to other submissives' and slaves, keeping him always as "first slave." Mistress may give slave to other Dominants, providing the situation has been discussed and the terms of this contract understood and observed. Any breach of this contract by the Dominant, will be seen as a breach by Mistress, and will be subject to all rules and conditions of this contract.

Rewards/Play

Rewards and play will be awarded when slave has been good and deserving, provided it does not unreasonable tax Mistress's time or energy. If play is desired by the slave, but not offered by Mistress, slave may request play in a respectful form according to his training. It is to be assumed that regular and consistent play is conducive to slave's health and wellbeing, and as such shall not be withheld without good reason. The introduction of new styles and instruments into play will be discussed at length. This discussion is to be completed prior to play so as to be most comfortably accepted by slave. Mistress's play with other submissives or slaves shall be discussed with slave prior to commencement according to "Others" paragraph.

When possible, slave's inclusion will be considered, even if only as an implement or accompaniment. Said inclusion to best insure the continued harmony within the relationship, and the proper balance of slave's mental state.

Secrecy

All physical evidence of this slavery will be kept in total secrecy with regards to contacts outside of the D/s lifestyle, except where both Mistress and slave agree. Any violations of this clause shall be cause to terminate this contract, should the injured party wish. All sensitive materials and physical evidence shall be kept under lock and key in a place acceptable to both parties.

Details of this contract and relationship may only be shared by slave with others in the lifestyle at the express permission of Mistress. Mistress may share details within the lifestyle as she chooses, including the posting of photos online, but not to the detriment of slave’s life outside of the relationship. Details and photos will not include personally identifying information and/or features.

Alterations of Contract

This contract may not be altered, except when both parties agree. If the contract is altered, the new contract must be printed and signed, then the old contract destroyed to maintain the continuity of said relationship.

Termination of Contract

Mistress may terminate this contract at any time with cause. slave can petition Mistress for release with good cause after three (3) requests for redress of grievances have gone unanswered in a ten (10) day period. Upon termination, all physical evidence of the relationship shall be destroyed, except where mementos may be kept by agreement between Mistress and slave. Upon destruction of this document, slave resumes full possession of his body, mind and spirit.

slave's Signature

I have read and fully understand this contract in its entirety. I agree to give myself to Mistress, and fully accept Her claim of ownership over my body, mind and soul. I understand that I will be commanded, trained and punished as a slave, and I promise to be true and to fulfill the pleasures and desires of Mistress to the best of my ability. I understand that I cannot withdraw from this contract except as stated herein.

Signature:

Date:

Mistress's Signature

I have read and fully understand this contract in its entirety. I agree to accept this slave as my property; mind, body and spirit, and to care for him to the best of my ability. I shall provide for his security and wellbeing and command him and punish him as a slave. I accept the responsibility implicit in this arrangement, and agree that no harm shall come to him as long as he is mine. I further accept the responsibility of seeing to his training, to see to it he grows in the community and becomes a credit to the community. Said training to include an understanding of the "Old Guard" protocols, but with an eye to the current style of "safe, sane and consensual" D/s living. I further understand that I can withdraw from this contract at any time.

Signature:

Miranda was grateful to finally have some time to herself, even if it was pretty late. But that meant that she had the hotel pool all to herself. Sure the signs said it was closed after dark, but what were they going to do about it? She was, after all, just quietly swimming some laps.

Taking a break, Miranda closed her eyes and floated around on her back, letting her long, sun-streaked brown hair cascade around her. She thought she felt the water sway slightly, but it could have been a breeze or just her imagination as her mind wandered. When she felt a hand brush her ass, she knew it wasn’t her imagination.

She opened her eyes, rising from her reclining position and treading water as she looked for the culprit. There were two men now in the water with her at the other end of the pool. She made her way over to them, not caring that she was alone with two strangers.

“Which one of you touched me? And what the hell do you think you’re doing?”

One of the men, the blonde, grinned. “I couldn’t help myself, babe. You have such an amazing ass.”

“I could have you charged with assault, you know!”

“Oh baby, don’t be that way. That wouldn’t be fun for anyone. We’re just looking to be friendly.” It was the dark haired one who spoke this time.

“Friendly? I don’t even know who you guys are. You can’t go around randomly touching strangers!”

“I guess that means introductions are in order,” the blonde one said. “I’m Todd and this is Kevin. You are?”

“You think it’s that easy, do you? Thanks anyway, but I think I’ll just head back to my room.” Miranda, now in the shallow end, walked over to the pool’s stairs in the corner.

“Wait. Wouldn’t it be better to have a little company tonight?” It was Kevin, trying to get her to change her mind. “We’re obviously all from out of town and here for the conference. I’m sure we could all benefit from a little fun and stress relief.”

Miranda couldn’t help herself; she grinned as she turned to face the men. “And just what did you two have in mind?”

“Well I don’t know if we want to share that with a stranger. What do you think, Todd?”

“You’re right. Some things are just too personal unless you know someone.”

“You guys are quite the troublemakers, aren’t you? OK then, my name is Miranda. Now we’re not strangers anymore.”

“Pleasure to meet you, Miranda.” Kevin moved closer, though not quite close enough to invade her personal space. Todd followed suit, moving to the other side of her but not near enough to make her uncomfortable.

“So, what are you guys doing around the pool so late? I thought I was the only one here.”

“Yeah,” Todd replied, looking her up and down, appraising Miranda’s body in the bikini that covered just enough to stay decent. “We actually spotted you from our balcony and wanted a closer look. And you definitely don’t disappoint, babe.”

“Well I wasn’t expecting any company, but you two aren’t exactly entirely unwelcome.” As she spoke, Miranda made the first move, putting a hand on each of their bare, toned chests. Kevin put a hand on top of hers as Todd moved in and put an arm around her bare waist. Drawing her closer, he bent in for a kiss, parting her lips with his tongue. Miranda put her arm around his shoulder and returned the kiss, tangling her tongue with his.

Kevin began licking and kissing her neck. Her hand moved down and around to squeeze his taut ass in encouragement as she continued to probe Todd’s mouth. When Kevin slipped one of her luscious double Ds out of the bikini top and began sucking on the nipple, she moaned into the kiss. She moved her hands to the back of their heads, curling her fingers in their hair and tugging just a little.

Encouraged, Todd reached down and slipped his hand into her bikini bottom. A shiver ran through Miranda’s body as soon as his fingers brushed across her clit. It was not yet throbbing, but it was well on its way. At the same time, Kevin had managed to remove the top half of the bikini completely and was now kneading her other breast as he continued to suckle the nipple he had been teasing.

Her breathing began to get ragged as Todd’s fingers explored her pussy. Teasing her, he would stroke her clit one second then pump her with two fingers the next. The back and forth, plus Kevin’s sucking and fondling, was quickly taking Miranda to the edge.

“Oh yes. Oh you are good,” she mumbled, barely able to keep kissing. “Keep it up and you’ll have me cumming in this pool.”

Todd broke the kiss and removed his hand while Kevin stepped back. He put his hands on her waist and effortlessly lifted her onto the edge of the pool, while Todd made sure her bottoms came off in the process. He then got out of the pool next to her and affixed his mouth to the nipple that hadn’t yet been sucked. Miranda leaned back onto the arm Todd curled behind her back as Kevin lowered his head and began slowly licking her well-trimmed pussy. Without missing a lick, he raised Miranda’s legs so they rested on his shoulders and he had full access.

She closed her eyes and moaned as she draped her arm across Todd’s shoulders. Slowly she began thrusting her hips and Kevin matched her rhythm with his tongue.

“Mmmm… that’s it baby, right there. Damn, you’ve got a talented mouth.” The low laugh from Kevin as her began sucking her clit created a buzz that made Miranda yelp. She grabbed the back of his head to hold him there. He got the message, concentrating on her engorged nub, making her thrust her hips faster, grinding her pussy into him.

Both men knew how close she had to be to cumming and they pulled their mouths away almost in unison. It took Miranda barely a second to register what happened.

“What?! Oh don’t you dare!”

“No worries, sweetheart,” Todd whispered in her ear. “We want it as bad as you do. But let’s do this the right way for all of us.”

“God, I don’t even care what you have in mind. I just want you guys to fuck me now!”

“Good.” Todd helped her stand to walk the few feet over to stairs in the corner. Kevin wade through the water in the same direction. When he got there, he took Miranda’s hand to help her down a couple steps as he walked up one. Before getting back into the water, Todd removed his trunks to reveal his throbbing seven inches. Miranda couldn’t resist reaching over to grab him, guiding him down the steps by his cock.

She released him as he settled on the top step. Turning to Kevin, she put her hands in his waistband and pulled down. She had already been anticipating what Todd would feel like inside her, but seeing Kevin’s cock made her pussy twitch. He was at least nine inches and almost as thick as a soda can. She grabbed him firmly and reached back for Todd again, making the men groan simultaneously.

“So baby,” Kevin managed to say, “where do you want us? How full do you want to be?”

Miranda grinned. “Oh that’s an easy one!”

She pulled Kevin forward as she backed toward Todd. She let go of both cocks and turned to bend down and kiss Todd hard. When she pulled back, she looked in his eyes and said, “I want you buried deep in my ass. And you,” she turned to Kevin, “I want that monster you’ve got filling my pussy.”

The men took charge. Todd grabbed Miranda by the hips and guided her ass slowly onto his hardness. It was a tight fit and she gasped when he first started pushing into her. Kevin moved closer, kissing her to get her mind off the initial discomfort. She put her arms around his neck as Todd pumped in and out gently to get her loosened up. It didn’t take long before he was fully inside her and she leaned back against his chest.

“C’mon big boy,” Miranda groaned at Kevin, “give me what I want.”

Wasting no time, Kevin maneuvered himself between her legs and started easing into her throbbing pussy. The effect on Miranda was almost instant. She gasped and her head fell back as she raised her hips slightly to accommodate his girth. Todd ran his tongue along her neck, started kissing her shoulder as her slowly pumped her ass. The sensation of being penetrated from both sides was already beginning to drive her wild.

Miranda opened her eyes, grabbed Kevin’s hip, digging her fingers in and looked him in the eye. “Fuck me hard, now!”

He drove his cock deep into her pussy in a single thrust. Before her scream started, Todd clamped his hand over her mouth. He synchronized the rhythm of fucking her ass with the pounding that Kevin was giving her pussy. They were using her holes hard and Miranda was loving every second of it.

She raised her hand to the one covering her mouth. Instead of pulling it away, she moved it down to her throat, giving it a light squeeze to let Todd know what she wanted. He obliged, tightening his grip, feeling the vibration beneath his hand as she groaned.

Kevin had her by the hips, relentlessly fucking her soaked pussy hard and fast. Todd was using the hand on her throat as leverage with his other hand on the stairs for balance as he thrust into her ass as deep as he could get. Miranda, sandwiched between them, was their total fuck toy and loving all of it.

The trio was fucking with such vigor that it was causing a bit of turbulence in the water. And despite the coolness of the night air, all three had a sheen of sweat covering them.

Miranda’s breathing was getting ragged and Kevin felt her pussy starting to constrict. He knew she was close, so he pounded home. Todd stopped thrusting and, keeping the hand on her throat, wrapped the other across her abs to hold her down on his cock as Kevin took her over the edge. She tried to buck as the orgasm hit, tried to scream, but could do neither and it took her even further. The pleasure rolled through her as Kevin slowed his pace, allowing Todd to begin thrusting again.

The slow stroking of cock against clit kept Miranda in ecstasy as her ass was invaded over and over. “Cum... cum in my ass. Oh god, please!” she managed to squeak out, between labored breaths.

“Oh baby,” Todd grunted, “I was waiting to hear that.” He gave a couple more hard thrusts then moved both arms around her waist to hold her as he came. She felt his cock twitching as the hot juice shot into her ass. She remained on top of him as he slipped out of her. He moved his hands to her breasts and started rolling her nipples between his fingers, resulting in louder moans.

She opened her eyes to watch Kevin, still slowly fucking her with his impressive endowment. “Give it to me,” she told him, “I want your cum on me.”

“Only after I get you off one more time, sweetheart.”

He kept pumping slowly and put his thumb on the top of her clit. He started rolling it around rhythmically as he withdrew almost his entire length then plunged back into her inch by inch. In and out, slowly, over and over as he rubbed, bring her back to the edge and then drawing it out. Combined with Todd fingering her nipples, it was almost too much to take.

“P... please. Just do it... make me... cum!”

Kevin pulled back one last time then slammed into Miranda’s pussy, rubbing her clit hard at the same time. It took barely a couple of pumps and she was thrown over the edge. This time Todd let her buck and scream as he twisted her nipples. Before her wave had ended, Kevin pulled out and shot, covering her breasts and even getting some on her lips.

He collapsed next to Todd on the steps. It took a minute or two for all three to catch their breaths and calm down, though Miranda still had an occasional twitch of pleasure shoot through her. She eased off of Todd and slowly stood up in the pool.

“Well boys, this was definitely a good stress reliever.” They watched her as she started walking up the stairs and out of the pool. She looked back at them.

“What are you waiting for? An escort back to my room would be appropriate. And I do have a very comfortable kink sized bed worth sharing.”

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