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He hurt her. He may not of intended to, but he had. Thomas was just preoccupied with other things. He didn’t think that it would matter that much. When Teresa, his wife, suggested a nice hot shower, he made some excuse not to partake of the offer. In doing so, he upset her. If he had of thought what it meant to her, he would never have said he didn’t want to.

She had said it was fine, and went off to bed. When Thomas followed her to bed a few hours later, he knew she was still awake, but when she feigned sleep, he let it pass, thinking that she was just tired. Teresa was forming a plan. She knew that she wanted to make him think about what it meant to her. As memories of passed showers that they had shared filtered through her mind her smiled… it was at that moment, that the plan she was tossing about formed completely. Having decided on a course of action, she gave a deep sigh and settled down to sleep.

The next day proved to be a usual day. Nothing out of the ordinary occurred. Thomas went on about his plans for the day while Teresa made her plans for the evening to come. With a satisfied grin, she made sure everything she’d need was well hidden, but within easy reach.

When Thomas returned that evening, Teresa had a nice hot bath ready for him. Helping him out of his clothes, she washed his back for him and left him to his own devices. They had a light dinner after which, Thomas said he was going to bed. A quick peck on the cheek and he was off to bed. Teresa made sure he was asleep before going into the bedroom herself. Two hours later, when she entered the bedroom, he was snoring peacefully, the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest a giveaway to deep sleep. A sly smile crossed Teresa’s face as she quickly implemented her plan.

Thomas never moved. He knew that something was holding him down though, when he tried to move, he couldn’t. When he looked around him, he could see nothing. How in the world could this have happened to him?

Panic filled him. “Wh-what is happening? What are you doing?”

“Shhhh… don’t think… feel. ” she whispered as her lips continued to play on his neck.

At 33, Thomas never thought he’d ever end up like this. Tied to his own bed, stripped naked, and blindfolded. Tugging at the ties that bound him, he discovered that he wasn’t tied as tightly as he’d first thought. If he wanted to, he could release himself, but something told him to stay right where he was… to see where she would take this.

The softness of Teresa’s lips were intoxicating to him. His heartbeat was strong and fast and he just knew that she could feel it pulsing beneath her lips. When she bit his neck lightly, he was lost to her.

She knew that he could get loose if he chose to, but was glad to see that he stayed as she’d tied him. She wanted to experiment a little with him, in hopes that he might like it. From her vantage point, poised directly above him as she was, he seemed to enjoy it a lot already. A smile played across her lips as they followed a torturous path down his body. His chest, heaving with each breath, was adorned with several small kisses as she pendikkadin.com slid over to his nipple. Once her teeth grazed it, she knew she had him. His nipples are sensitive enough, more ticklish if truth be known, but he enjoyed it just the same. Letting her tongue slip from her mouth, she led a trail down to his stomach… as her tongue slipped into his belly button to swirl around, HE knew she had him.

Thomas was content to lay as relaxed as possible, until she got to his stomach. A slow moan escaped him as she pressed her tongue into his belly button. It was one of his weaknesses that she loved to play on. After 10 years of marriage and a “usual” sex life, this was definitely something different. Having never been tied, or even THOUGHT of being tied, well, this was certainly turning out to be interesting.

She moved slowly down his body, leaving little bites on his hip as she moved on an slow inward trek. To avoid direct contact with his cock, she slipped along the side of it letting her cheek brush against it occasionally. The jump of his cock surprised her a little, but she knew he was highly aroused. To further demonstrate her “control” she leaned over directly above his cock and let her warm breath waft over him. Her hands slid up along his thighs, the heat of him almost burned her hands as she touched him. She let her hands come to a rest just below his balls, she leaned up to kiss him fully on the mouth. With the first touch of her tongue to his, he tensed up, he wanted to touch her, needed to feel her body close to his.

As she teased his body she realized it had turned her on more than she expected. She sat on the bed close to his head, spread her legs and let her fingers tease across her thighs. Her soft moans gave her away to her husband. He knew she had touched herself, had given herself pleasure, and he wanted to watch her.

“Let me watch you pleasure yourself, baby”, he begged

“No, not yet, let me play with myself a bit longer, maybe I’ll let you watch” she giggled in response.

She watched his body strain to get some sort of touch from her, she let her knee fall over to touch his cheek. Grateful for any touch, he kissed the outside of her knee. The sharp gasp that burst forth from his wife and he knew that she had just penetrated herself with her fingers. He could hear her wetness against her fingers. The scent of her, called to him, God he wanted her then. He wanted her NOW.

Her body responded to her touch with each gentle caress of her hands and she’d gotten herself all worked up with her fingers and his responses to her, Teresa moved once more. This time to straddle Thomas’ face, as her thighs settled on either side of his face, he needed no further encouragement. As his tongue pushed deep inside her, a deep satisfied groan burst from her. Her hips rocked gently against his face, the pressure on her clit built quickly and she moved slightly, not willing to cum yet. His tongue buried in her cunt had driven her mad with passion. She rocked harder against him, they both knew her cum would not be staved off for long. She was to aroused, to hot for her husband. Thomas’ tongue found that little pleasure bud and sucked it into his mouth to send his wife over the edge. The pleasure of it rocked her against him, her hips ground onto his face her orgasm approached her quickly. The soft keen of exploding pleasure echoed through the room.

Her fingers uncurled as she slipped from her husbands face to collapse beside him on the bed. Her head rested on his chest, the soft rumble of his breath brought her gently back to earth. Her eyes opened to see Thomas’ cock, beaded with precum, and a small pool of it on his abdomen.

The scent of her juices permeated the room. They glistened on Thomas’ face, he cared little that his grin was that of a giddy schoolboy.. he had just pleasured his wife to the core of her being, and hoped to feel her hot breath caressing his body soon.
“I want to touch you Teresa, please, untie me”

“No, I am not quite finished with you Thomas. You hurt me yesterday when you declined my offer of a shower. It’s rare that we have an evening alone together, and you know that I enjoy our time together, but you denied me that pleasure. I am now, denying you your pleasure of touching me. “

She knew how to get to him, she knew that he loved to thread his fingers through her long auburn hair while she made love to his cock with her mouth. She would deny him that now.

Slowly she edged her way down his stomach. At that particular moment, Thomas knew what she was about to do. It niggled him that he had hurt her, he hated to hurt her, but knew that she would have her way with him no matter what he begged, pleaded, or demanded she do. He also knew that he would not release himself from the bonds that held him as it would lessen HER pleasure of dominance over him. So he laid there, waiting for her to do as she would

It was her hot breath that touched him first. The heat wafting over his exposed and ever hardening cock intoxicating him with erotic images of what Teresa MUST look like hovering over his bound form. In his minds eye, he could picture her long hair, cascading over her shoulder onto the bed, her lips forming a perfect “O” as she exhaled onto him, her eyes, closed to the torture that she gave him, the passion etched so finely on her beautiful face. Yes, Thomas had just discovered that he was enjoying this “bondage” as much as Teresa was.

Her gentle hand on his balls startled him. So lost in his own images that he had almost forgotten that Teresa was there. Her soft words of pending pleasure the only sounds he could hear. Thomas moaned loudly as her tongue slide the length of him. Her tongue bathed him up one side and down the other, not yet touching the head of his cock. His whispered whimper begging her to do so. She denied him. Lower she slid her tongue until they caressed his balls. Teresa toyed with them, lifting first one then the other with her tongue only to let them fall and rest again as she moved on.

Her hair splayed across his right leg as her mouth found the spot just to the side of his cock. Between his cock and his thigh, she placed her lips and bit softly into the flesh there. When she heard Thomas’ quick intake of breath, she knew he was lost to her. Having gotten his complete surrender to her, he moved quickly to take the head of his cock into her mouth, letting her tongue swirl over the tip, tasting him for the first time. With a deep thrust downward, she took him completely into her mouth. When he hit the back of her throat, she forced her muscles to relax to allow her to take him as deep as she could. His hips pushed forward off the bed as her mouth claimed him. A small smile played over her stretched mouth as she worked her throat muscles against the tip of him.

“God Teresa, where did you learn to do that?”

Her muffled reply was all he got in return.

“Please, oh God, Please don’t stop… that feels sooo good baby… I’ll not ever deny you again. Not if I can help it. “

She continued working her muscles over him as he begged and praised her. Her mind spun at the possibilities of what she COULD do to him, now that she had him in such a prone position. She’d never hurt him, she loved him to much for that, but she did want to give him the ultimate in pleasure. Her next thought was of something she’d never done before.

Her mouth came up and off of him, only to kiss further down, lower and lower her mouth crept, when her tongue touched the tiny bud of his asshole, he almost came off the bed. He never expected that she would do something like that. Oh he knew that she enjoyed it when he played with her that way, but he never thought of it being done to him. When her tongue pressed against him, he pressed down against her. He WANTED her there, he wanted her to penetrate his ass, her fingers were small enough, her tongue felt wonderful as she worked it up inside him. He cried out in a mixture of pleasure and pain when her finger slid into him the first time… his cries turning to whimpers of lust as her mouth covered his cock once more. Her hand and her mouth working against the rhythm of the other, when her mouth went down on him, her finger receded from his anal cavity. He was ready, she knew he was, it was to much for him. The dual rhythm she had been working on him was too much for him to handle.

“Teresa, Oh God…. I’M GOING TO CUM!!! OHHH FUCK YESSSSSSSSSSS” he shouted as his body ground against her face and hand. The pressure and volume of his orgasm surprised her. She felt that it would be an explosive one, and she proved herself right. Swallowing several times as Thomas ejaculated into her soft mouth, she finally let him slip from her mouth as her finger slid from his ass. She nuzzled his spent cock softly as her body came to rest up along side of him. One hand reached up as she first untied his hands, and then removed his blindfold.

His soft hazel eyes looked lovingly into her vivid blue ones. The way he looked at her told her everything, and nothing at the same time. She knew he loved her, she knew, too, that he enjoyed what she just did. But she didn’t know if he wanted to ever experience it again. She hoped he would. When he kissed her, she had her answer.

As he raised his mouth from hers, he again looked into her eyes… “Teresa, I promise, I will never hurt you again. ”

In his mind he asked himself the question, ” Or will I?”

Chance Encounter

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A Chance Encounter

The annual work Christmas party was always an excuse to let one’s hair down and drink to excess without judgement. Of course, many from my workplace were not about to go overboard regardless of the unspoken tradition that ‘what happens at the party, stays at the party,’ but without question, the hardcore and the closeted hardcore were sure to take advantage of this guilt-free night of booze and loose lips.

In getting ready to meet my mostly conservative coworkers I had not decided what level of party objective I wanted to arrive at. My truly crazy partying days had been mostly left behind at university or at least, not long after. These days, my wild nights usually consisted of multiple glasses (bottle), of pinot grigio with the girls of my book club each Tuesday night.

So maybe tonight had all the good excuses to let loose and blow off some steam assuming I could find a wingman or two so that I didn’t stand out too much on my own. I knew there would be a handful of the men that would go all in at the bar but most of them fell into the category of politically dangerous and the rest of them were best to keep at arms-length both literally and figuratively. Considering the cast of characters in my mind I concluded that I would need one of the ladies to be into it if I was intent on really letting loose.

As the night evolved I was well on my way to making it memorable but had still managed to keep it looking mostly respectable. And to be sure, I was pretty confident I would have finished off the night that way but for a chance encounter in the women’s bathroom. I hadn’t seen anyone I knew on the way in but as I checked my look in the mirror I felt a pair of unfamiliar arms around me.

“Sarah, I can’t believe it!”

“I had no idea what happened to you after school.”

“What are you up to?”

A trip to the bar together brought us up to speed on each others’ lives post university. Breanna or Brea as everyone called her had never been a close friend. We weren’t in the same faculty and I couldn’t even remember when we first met. We always seemed to have a few good friends in common which meant that although we’d never really planned outings together, throughout the university years there were many parties and nights at the bars where we would hang together until the end of the night would lead us in opposite directions.

Over the next couple of drinks I learned that Brea had just come out the dark side of the end of a relationship she had mistakenly thought would go the distance. Though Brea was unable to mask a very real sense of emotion about the circumstances that had led to her current single status, on this night it was fully apparent that she was intent on having all the fun that could be found.

Huddled around a standup table for two, Brea and I both fended off the advances of various guys that couldn’t compete with our mutual interest in catching up. The night wore on quicker than I had realized and before long I came to notice that most if not all of my coworkers had called it a night.

When the bartender announced last call, both of us wanted to keep it going. Brea was only in town for the next two days preparing for a job interview Casibom and was staying at the Holiday Inn but had no alcohol at her room. I had a couple of bottles of wine at home and so it was that we decided to move the late night party back to my place.

When the taxi dropped us off we had already decided that Brea would spend the night. As we uncorked the bottle of wine I suggested that we get out of our bar clothes and into some pyjamas. I grabbed two pairs of boy shorts and some light tops. As Brea used my room to change I headed to the bathroom to freshen up and put on my comfy jammies.

Half way through a chilled bottle of white and the two of us were well on our way. I can’t recall much detail of the conversation but it seemed to go on forever just effortlessly. When one of us finally happened to notice the time we both agreed it was time to hit the sack if we were going to salvage anything out of the coming day.

Though Brea offered to take the couch I assured her that there was more than enough room for both of us in my king sized bed. As we crawled under my cozy duvet after an unplanned drunken reunion, it seemed natural that our once distant relationship was one that was destined to grow closer.

If I’d stopped to think about my next move all that was about to happen would have been nothing more than another chapter of my most favorite go-to fantasy. Instead, I scooted over to Brea who was laying on her side and draped my arm around her body. Breathlessly, I waited for a reaction from Brea. My body was firmly nestled into her backside and my right arm hugged her breast with guarded anticipation. Though my own heart was racing a mile a minute there did not seem to be any reaction whatsoever from my bedmate.

Thoughts raced through my mind considering the possibilities. The worst case scenario was that she was totally blown away by my bold move and was frozen in place wondering how to respond. Equally possible, she was passively receptive to my advances but not knowing her mind left me with no way of knowing this to be true or for that matter, whether her seeming acquiescence was only to the narrow proposition of an innocent cuddle. Either way, if I was truly ready to finally explore my curiosity and desire to be with another woman it was time for me to leave no doubt as to my intentions.

As gently as I could manage despite the adrenaline coursing through my body I traced my hand over Brea’s frim tummy and allowed my hand to cup her right breast without applying any pressure. In the palm of my hand I could feel the protrusion of her nipple beneath the soft cotton fabric of her pyjamas. Having pushed to this next more obvious step I again paused to sense a reaction of any sort but still nothing. Brea’s breathing as best I could make out over my own excited state seemed calm and measured. Taking this as encouragement I applied the slightest of pressure to the breast that fit nicely in the palm of my hand.

Emboldened, I moved my hand to her other breast and cupped it in the same gentle fashion. The shared heat between our bodies was as obvious to me as the increasing wetness between my legs. This moment held all of the nervousness and excitement of my earliest experiences Casibom Giriş with boys. I wanted so very much to say something to Brea but couldn’t possibly think of the right words for the situation. Despite my cautious assumption that she was as interested as I in exploring the unknown universe of Sapphic love there remained a very real and growing sense that I had totally misread the situation. The night had felt like a wonderful encounter with a distant old friend who seemed equally interested in becoming much closer friends. The risk was that if I was wrong, at a minimum I would greatly embarrass myself and potentially lose any chance of any sort of relationship with my newfound old friend.

Despite these misgivings I did not retreat in any way. If Brea was not agreeable to my advances, surely by now she would have protested in some way but still she did not. My own enthusiasm wanted this conclusion to be the truth but as yet, it was certainly not definitive. Her body shifted back toward me and her left leg stretched out moving it partially between my own. Though no words had been spoken I eagerly accepted this subtle move as an indication of her desire.

As soft as I could manage I began to trace my index finger around her breast in ever tighter circles toward her nipple. Was it my imagination or had her nipples hardened in response to my caress? How quickly do I move? What do I do next? Would she respond to the same caress that stimulated myself? I found myself in a vast exciting land of exploration and could not decide which direction to travel next. All the while, my own body had developed an insatiable need to be touched, to be kissed, to be taken absolutely.

A pinch with what I thought was the perfect pressure around Brea’s hardened nipple brought a reaction that was both sudden and dramatic. At first I felt her entire body tense and then her head turned back in my direction. There was a moment’s pause before Brea rolled over to face me. Our noses were only inches apart. Her breath was now noticeably ragged and what I could make of her expression in the darkness of my room made something obvious that I had failed to consider. Brea had been asleep the entire time! This revelation caused a growing sense of dread deep in my stomach. I began to stutter out some explanation that I had not rehearsed and likely would have made no sense even had I been able to find the right words.

I was all but certain that the worst of possible uncomfortable outcomes was about to play out. Now better adjusted to the light I could make out Brea’s expression but couldn’t decipher what it meant. When her lips met mine gently at first and then more urgently, all doubt was removed. Any sense of insecurity was lost to the realization that I was now in the midst of a moment I had dreamt of so often. Our bodies pressed together with urgency and our limbs became completely intertwined with one another.

Still no words were spoken as our bodies behaved as though they just knew what to do without thought. As Brea’s vulva came into contact with my own I rolled on top of her and started dry humping like a wanton teenager trying to get the most out of the physical sensation while fearful of going any further. Casibom Güncel Giriş But this was not the interaction of two inexperienced teens despite the newness of being with someone of the same sex. Almost simultaneously we began to pull of each other’s bottoms while also removing our tops.

For the very first time I found my own naked flesh pressed up against that of another woman. I curved my back as I thrust my vulva against my friend’s and felt her move in the same way. Our hands roamed over each other’s bodies as we continued to mash the wetness of our sex together. When Brea rolled us over so that she was on top I assumed it would be much of the same until she raised her head and peered down at me with a devilish look. When her kisses went from my lips, to my chin, to my neck, I knew what was about to happen. My breathing was now coming in short gasps to the degree that I worried I might hyperventilate.

Brea’s hands and lips moved down my body. In a way that so many men could never possibly intuit she touched, kissed, and caressed my body in a way that was nothing short of perfect. She was teasing with my breasts alternating between soft and more aggressive caresses. Many kisses and just the right pressure as she nibbled on each boob while mercilessly avoiding any direct contact with my overly sensitive nipples. When finally she took one in her mouth while fingering the other one, I couldn’t help but cry out.

My hips rose up to meet hers but she would only pull away. As my desires became more obvious, her seemingly mischievous intention to prolong the experience was clear. Even the suggestive pressure of my hands on her shoulders did not cause her to just get down there where she knew I wanted her. When I thought I could take it no longer Brea quickly rose up and flipped her body around opposite to mine. There was no hesitation or teasing now. As I felt her tongue slide between my folds I instinctively reached up to grab both cheeks of her ass and pull her sex down onto my face.

What an amazing moment of realization it was to feel another woman’s mouth between my legs while at the same time the lips of her sex were pressing down on my lips. It was for a few short moments a mutual sense of new found exploration that quickly moved into a rhythm that belied our mutual inexperience. Very soon I realized that Brea and I had begun to mimic one another’s technique. As her tongue flicked side to side or up and down, I would do the same. As I inserted first one finger and then another into my friend, she did the same to me.

My explorations were designed to learn what she liked but in realizing that Brea was copying my moves, I came to realize that I could prompt her to do what I wanted by first doing it to her. Though my own fingers had entered my vagina more often that I’d ever admit to, the sense of feeling inside another woman was almost other worldly. As I felt her muscles begin to convulse around my fingers I started licking her clitoris faster and with more force. I knew what was coming and so did she. Our bodies thrashed and humped against the pleasure that each other’s fingers and tongues were creating. There was no mistaking the onset of orgasm that had taken over Brea’s body completely and though I had been determined to draw out this first time for as long as possible, my friend’s reaction triggered something in my brain that sent me crashing down the waves right along with her.

TO BE CONTINUED……….

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