Post Number: 26
|Posted on Wednesday, August 15, 2007 - 09:00 pm: ||
Ladies of the world, eat your Heart Out...
Because they don’t have anything on you sweet baby… Everything about you turns me on; every inch of your body arouses me... Every image of you is priceless, every pose you strike is sexy. Every time I look at you, or imagine you across my lap, I can feel my heart pounding, my breath quickening and my mouth drying... I can’t wait to begin… You say you need it, but… I need it more… You act as though you fear it, but we both know it’s a lie…you have to have it. It’s time…It’s in the air… It’s gonna happen, and it will take a while for our hunger to be sated…
“You want this, don’t’cha baby…”
“Come over here….you know what to do…”
I can feel myself swell…stretch out and get rock hard as you lay there…waiting for the intensity to begin… Before I give the attention your ass craves, and desires…
My hands begin to tingle as I slowly caress each cheek, with memories of times past… I can feel the blood rushing to my fingers waiting to cool the heat that’s about to be created… My hand touching your shoulder, following down your back, as I reaching across your hips…getting a firm hold, because it’s been a while, and this one’s gonna sting…
“It’s been to long…”
Your shorts…this thin layer of cloth…even though they will be gone soon, exposing your most intimate parts, will protect you…but just a little… You know this, and prepare for what’s about to come.
The first swats come slow and steady…just a few… Then faster, with more of what you want…. The sting… That bittersweet feeling that prepares you, to begin our intense indulgence… You begin to squirm…and I know you are warm…you can’t wait to have that thin veil removed… You want skin to skin contact….the ultimate personal contact… So the shorts are removed…the protection is gone, although slight, makes a big difference in what is felt…both physically, and emotionally….
“Now we get to what’s needed…”
It happens easier now, for me…and the hunger begins to grow….all I can think of is making love to you so deeply, slowly, purposefully and endlessly...as your skin deepens with color. Every swat delivered intensely and purposefully…every swing, delivering passion and powerful emotion… Making you build up, and barely hold back…. I take you to the edge… But you resist… You push me to my limit…but I can’t stop…. Your skin, so beautiful…so red… The smile leaves your face as the temperature climbs… Your hands clench as the swats come again, again, and again… You completely submit…giving your body and soul to me…..
“More you say??”
Of course more… Taunting me to go further…… We both need it…….. Giving to each other; taking from each other……feeling each other…….in ways that most people can’t imagine…only dream about… Our bodies change…. Our minds go to another place……
“Owww….oww…oh my god…..owwww……”
There is no one else, only us…. Taking away everything in the world, except for the intensity we feel right now……. Our skin…both yours and mine, blaze with our total involvement in our journey… We go different ways, but we end up in the same place…together…..... The swats rain down…faster and harder…..with breaks, allowing us to only catch our breath….and to put you in position….something different, allowing me to see you… You are so turned on…the intensity is showing……you are so wet…. Your legs are shaking….my arms are swollen… I dip my fingers, just to cool the heat….and to taste the nectar of your release……..and my work…..
The sounds of the leather and the wood against your skin, fill the air… Muffled only by the words we exchange, and the sounds that are made…. You are so strong….this is so intense, and we become covered in sweat….. Lust fills the air…. You haven’t used our safe word, but now the time has come…. We go to the extreme, preparing us for the ultimate pleasure….. The intense pleasure of making love….feeling our bodies…drunk on body chemistry, getting closer and closer…. Leading to the ultimate explosion of our lust and love for each other…. We lay there, exhausted…..relishing in what just happened, fantasizing about what tomorrow, and the next time, will bring……
Behold, the girl with the deep red bottom…a priceless piece of art, created by us….
Dreams are born in the heart,
Limits are only there because of your mind...
Post Number: 528
|Posted on Wednesday, August 15, 2007 - 10:43 pm: ||
Oh my G-d Cherry! For a newbie you sure can write!
And! I love your signature!
Post Number: 761
|Posted on Thursday, August 16, 2007 - 08:32 am: ||
Help!!!We,ve created a monster.Right on Cherry!Well written indeed.
Post Number: 50
|Posted on Thursday, August 16, 2007 - 08:38 pm: ||
Ok, so I was going to check with you and ask how things were going since it's been a while... But you have obviously been busy - writing as least but from the accuracy of the feelings portrayed maybe a little more than writing!!! So how IS it going?
I would really love to hear this story should be in "Real Life" stories, but it is obvious it soon will be if not already! Greart story BTW
Sincerely hope things are working out well for the two of you,
Post Number: 27
|Posted on Friday, August 17, 2007 - 09:50 am: ||
Hey guys, and gals…
Thanks so much for your kind words…they really help. As you know, where I have come from is a lonely place, being an “outsider…” A “vanilla…” Thank you all for not closing your minds and turning your backs, giving me a chance…I will not disappoint… And I must say, this has created, maybe not a monster BV, but a “MANSTER…”
Does that make sense??
To answer your query Peter…I have been making great efforts and progress, I feel; she does as well. As I have learned, and she knows, this has a great deal to do with trust… She has hesitation…understandably so…feels like she may still be judged, in my eyes, when she is OTK. Of course there is judgment, not of her, but of myself…why I felt and reacted the way I did in the first place. All of that has changed… I can wait…for as long as it takes her to feel comfortable with me…and I am so looking forward to that first “real” experience… This story/scenario just hit me out of the blue, in the middle of the day… I just sat down and started writing… Creativity hits me from time to time, and once this whole thing “clicks” I will be able to go on and on…
I’m livin’ the dream, and the lifestyle, brotha’s…and sista’s… Although it’s just in my mind and heart right now, someday….it WILL be…for real…
Dreams are born in the heart,
Limits are only there because of your mind...
Post Number: 3
|Posted on Monday, September 03, 2007 - 04:59 pm: ||
whew......your writing took me on that journey with you........maybe someday I'll find a man who spanks and thinks and feels like you. gives me the shivers just to imagine that.........
what a long strange trip it's been
Post Number: 37
|Posted on Wednesday, September 05, 2007 - 06:31 am: ||
oh good Lord! i need to call mrR home from work. my goodness that is fabulous! wonderful! artful! terrific! my goodness that was powerful! please please please keep writing stories.
i think youve summed up the spanko lifestyle perfectly! keep up the good work, please.
Post Number: 31
|Posted on Monday, September 10, 2007 - 10:05 am: ||
Hey Cherry, You articulate perfectly. I think you hit so many feelings for those of us whom desire a spanking or desire to give a spanking. You absolutely breed hope for us all with your insight.
Post Number: 30
|Posted on Monday, September 17, 2007 - 11:13 pm: ||
This story is also true artwork. Thank you Cherrybrewer. I look forward to your next ones.