| The gift...
Posted: 8/7/2008 4:38:27 AM | Hi POF'ers...be gentle! It's not finished yet but a friend out here challenged me to post what I've written...
You're at your house, bored. You've been waiting on me for an hour and can't figure out where I could be. Every time you've called, I've said I'm coming and be patient. And that I have a gift for you.
You hear a light knock, and with an exasperated sigh, you open the door. As you begin to ask "what took so long", you stop and stare at the sight before you. You catch your breath, not able to register the "gift" standing in front of you.
It's me...but not the me you've expected. The woman before you is in a long blond wig, a stark contrast to her dark skin. The wig is almost platinum, with loose curls at the end that rest on my shoulders. I'm standing completely still, allowing you to take in everything at your leisure.
You gaze at my face, only to see yourself reflected back in the oversized sunglasses that are as dark as midnight. You frown, because you can't see my eyes to know what I'm thinking. You look a bit lower, and see that my lips are shiny, dark...glistening. You wish you could reach out and touch them, they look so juicy and plump. Your eyes go lower, and widen in surprise, and pleasure. I have a collar on--but not just any collar. It's a shockingly deep, rich shade of purple, my favorite color, and is lightly covered in crystals. You're surprised, because we've discussed me being submissive to you, and I've said no every time. You want to ask, but a slight shake of the blond woman's head makes you stop. You decide to keep looking, and realize that I have on a bustier. It's black, with crystals sprinkled throughout, much like the collar. The edges are lined with a dark purple ribbon, just like the color of the collar as well. My breasts are pushed up incredibly high, close to spilling over the flimsy fabric, and you can see the heart tattoo on my right breast...and notice that my heart is beating. Fast. That makes you smile, since you realize that I am excited...and that makes your****stir.
You realize that the collar has a leash attached to it, and can't remember why that didn't register at first. You allow your gaze to follow the leash, seeing that it ends in my hands. You take in my nails, and catch your breath again. They're longer than I normally wear them, and again, I've managed to find the same color for my nails that the collar and bustier have. That makes you smile even wider, and that smile sends a signal to your**** making it even harder than before. The blond me smiles--or is that a smirk?--as I notices the ever rising bulge in your pants.
You try to reach for me, and all you're thinking is sex--hard, rough, loud sex. I step back and again, shake my head no. You growl in frustration, and again, I smirk. This time there is no mistaking the fact that I KNOW I've pleased you thus far. I quietly tell you to continue looking...that there's more. You try to talk and I lean in close, putting my finger against your lips...and whisper "wait...".
You sigh, horny, frustrated, wondering what game am I playing...and realize that I'm wearing a shiny, shiny skirt. It's a plastic of some kind, and the sides are lace. It's short on top of everything else, and you can see the tops of my hose, not believing that I'm wearing hose that require a garter. I had always said that they were more trouble than they're worth, yet... Your eyes shoot back up to my face, and see that I am smiling even wider than I had been before. You give up trying to get me to say something, and continue unwrapping your "gift".
Your eyes continue downward, registering the fact that I have on the sheerest black hose you've ever seen. They have a silver sheen to them. You make a mental note to find out what's under that skirt, holding those hose up. As you look even further down, you see my shoes...and gasp. They're the same purple as the collar, the ribbon of my bustier, and my nails. They're velvet--they look soft to the touch and that's what you really want to do to them. With my feet in them, preferably around your neck. The shoes are 4 inches tall, which explains why you've been able to look at my face so directly. And they're open at the toe and at the heel. You sigh...because yes...my toes are that damn shade of purple..and you see that I've added toe rings to several more of my toes. But not just any kind...they're crystal rings. Clear, purple, and a black one. You shake your head because you can't believe all of the time and energy that I've put into this, and wonder what else is going to happen.
By now, your****has gotten incredibly huge...and it's straining against the fabric of your pants. You hear light laughter, and look up to see that I've finally taken off those glasses, and can see the laughter and lust in my eyes. You also notice that my eyelashes are darker than you remember...what did I do to them to get that effect? You look in my eyes...you don't want to laugh but do, realizing that you need some kind of release because I'm not going to do anything to you anytime soon. But we both stop laughing, and it suddenly grows quiet between the two of us. But it's not an awkward quiet--on the contrary, the tension has risen to an unthinkable level, and you can't understand how I'm still so in control.
I break the silence and tell you, in a soft, submissive voice... "take me". I give you the leash, and you see that I'm shaking. You wonder if it's fear or desire. And hope that it's both. As I slide the leash into your hand, you feel how soft my hand is, and catch a scent. It smells like sex--musky, dark, intense. Your nostrils flare as you feel the lust rising higher, almost as if it has a mind of its own. I can feel the lust in you and sigh in response. You gently take the leash, treating it like it's glass, and slowly turn to go inside, knowing that I'll follow you. | |
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