The Bullet, The Rabbit And The Moon
By Lady Cheeky (Originally published 6/10)
After the latest short tease of time we had today on IM I was turned on beyond measure. Hot from the words, the feelings, the sexual tension and arousal. My pussy throbbed – whining to be pleased. I escaped into the bedroom and stripped naked, leaving my jeans and panties on the floor – sopping with my juices and a few shades darker for the wetness.
I had received my “bullet” today, the perfect toy to tease and taunt my clit in preparation for your mouth … your hands … your cock. I fell on the bed, legs hanging over the side. Before I began I explored my body … imagining it was you discovering me for the first time. Kissing and appreciating every curve, every lush square inch of my perfect skin … my body was an surreal frontier for your wandering hands and though they had been on many of these explorations, there had never been one quite like this. Even my imperfections were cared for and proclaimed perfect for they were a part of me and here you were communing with my very nature. Blending into me like oil on the skin.
My feet rose and rested on the wall next to the bed – spread wide so you could see your handiwork and my hand could mimic your own. I started the bullet and felt its powerful vibration through my fingers. Touching first my nipples with the humming point, they immediately arose to attention … aroused and sexy … licking my lips as they had become dry from heavy breathing.
I guided the bullet down my torso, past my stomach and let it hover delicately on my mons. I could feel the vibration almost as an insect flapping its wings and no more … but that was enough. My lips started to fill with blood, and I could feel my clit apart from all other parts of my pussy … making it known as the leader, the one who should be courted. My bullet grazed the sides of my lips making my body flinch with possibility. It then made itself known to the back of my slit where it would begin its slow and slick journey up toward the tip of my cunt where my pearl sat waiting. Incrementally almost in perceptively it made its way toward the front of my slit, searching the left side of my lips for solace and reprieve. There was none, but when it had almost reached its destination, the pearl of my pussy throbbed in expectation wanting, begging, needing to explode.
Down went the bullet mockingly. Back toward my backside and starting up the right side to continue this treatment again from another direction. Again my clit grew even more swollen and was sorely disappointed.
I continued this a couple of more times until it was clear that should I do it once again my clit would lose its patience and come without my consent … without my touch … without my Martin.
Tortured and frustrated and now in quite a bad mood I got up. Slipped on a summer dress sans panties and ran out to do errands. The cool fall air would feel good on my hot pussy.
My main errand was to go to the aptly named “HUSTLER” store which, as the name implies, is a sex shop. I had to get something different for Martin to explore me with … something even more enticing.
I decided to get the infamous “Rabbit” that I’d heard tell about. I had not believed it was everything my girlfriends said but I didn’t believe a lot of things a couple of weeks ago and had been proven wrong. All different shapes and sizes, bells and whistles, all adorned with rhinestones and glitter, awash in hot pink silicone and pearl gears. This must’ve been what the executives at the adult toy company must’ve imagined all woman would want their vibrators to look like. Not me. Too tacky. Where would I find a simple and classic “rabbit” to call my own. There I found it. Sans the trappings of flashy adverts and flashier housing. The simple … the original … THE ICONIC RABBIT
And so here I sit, staring at the new moon that you just sent over to keep me company… waiting to use it for the first time with my venerated lover … my swain – Martin Guerre.
Lady Cheeky: DomiDollz TRUE TALES OF EROTICA
I’ve entered the TRUE TALES OF EROTICA competition held by the famous DOMI DOLLZ (www.domidollz.com)! If you feel so moved, I would love it if you voted for my story! xoxo LC
The Rapture: Another Real-Life Encounter With Lady Cheeky and Mr. Guerre
By Lady Cheeky (originally written 8/10)
I find you naked on the bed as I enter the room in my pink slip. No covers. Sitting up. Waiting with a devilish smile on your face.
“Looks like you have something on your mind” I say with a smirk, swaying over to your side of the bed.
“I do.” you answer, mirroring my taunting smile. Climbing on top of you, balancing myself with my hands on your shoulders, ”Do you? And what would that be Mr. Guerre?”. Now straddling you we can speak face-to-face. I can feel your excitement now and certainly you can feel mine as both our sexes come in contact.
“Well … ” you say, “first I begin with discovering the best route from each side of your jaw …” Your fingers find each mandible and begin to trace back and forth. “… to that little well you keep at the bottom of your neck …” your fingers begin to fall away, slowly moving along the ridge of my mental foramen descending to each Submaxillary Triangle and then meet at the hyoid bone. Together again, your other fingers join the fray. Your hands, so encompassing around my little neck, begin their exploration of the rest of the journey to your destination. Your thumbs now joined side by side at my Thyroid Cartilage, the rest of your fingers holding my teetering head in place. You could end my life if you chose. Your hands are in perfect position, my body relaxed, limp and guileless. Somehow the deep-rooted instinct to tense in preparation for such an attack has clenched my buttocks much but not much else.
Your thumbs slow and loosen to a graze instead of a drag as you approach your destination “Ah, and right here my Lady … right here would be your Jugular Notch, that little well above your clavicle. So exposed … so sexy …” your head moves forward and your lips just beat your thumbs to the target. A light kiss signals that the expedition has reached it’s zenith. My head has thrown itself slightly back and off-center during this trek and the skin on my neck, already tingling with arousal is made even more sensitive by the stretching of the skin. Your kisses are causing my skin to shiver in slight trembling shudders. Your mouth follows the path your fingers took earlier and makes it’s way up my neck to my jaw. My head back on my shoulders in it’s proper place I can now tilt it expertly so you have clear access to my ear should you decide …. ” Oh!” (you decided) you nip my ear. I smile.
My body is undulating on it’s own on your lap. I have no control over the oscillation of my hips, nor the molten juices depositing on your member. The right strap of my slip has fallen exposing my breast and my taut and rosy nipple. I can sense you notice and begin to attack another area of my body.
“Not so fast Mr. Guerre” my hands remove yours from my shoulders as I fix them behind you. A scarf, furtively placed under your pillow earlier has now been put into play and in no time at all has fixed your wrists together, unable to move … but more frustratingly, unable to touch.
“Arrrgh!” you moan as you flop your back to the headboard. Your game is over now and you know it.
Hopping off you with a little laugh I grab another, longer scarf from the nightstand. “uhhh … ” you say as you curiously watch me grab your muscular legs, spreading them apart and then bending your knees so that the soles of your feet touch each other. “Yes? Have a question Mr. Guerre?” I bind your ankles and your feet together, exposing your jewels to any number of dangers … or pleasures. Rendered speechless and knowing you have little currency with which to win your freedom, you succumb. The control you carry with you day in and day out has been forcibly constrained and is under my command. There is nothing to do but comply and hope that I will be merciful in anything I plan to assail.
Sauntering back over to your side, my breast still exposed and swaying when I move, your eyes pinned on the pointy and tight nipple you so desperately want to toy with. I can see your tumescent manhood waving – glistening with a combination of both our fluids. Staring straight into your eyes I tease, “Looks like you’ve made a bit of a mess here”. My hands now appearing instantly, fondling your balls, you groan in obvious delight. “Hmmmm …” I mockingly toy with how to take care of the shiny spillage. “Shall I get a towel?”
“No” you grumble
“a tissue?”
“No!” you moan
“Oh! Shall I leave it? is that what you want?”
“NO! Nooooo!” you cry
“Hmmm. Then there’s really no other way …” as soon as I finish my sentence my tongue is at the juncture of your balls and your shaft. My hands holding you in place, pointed and determined it wraps itself all the way around the base of your cock leaving the rest untouched. You shiver and wriggle, “Control yourself Mr. Guerre, I won’t tolerate insolence”, you seem to calm a bit, but under much constraint. My tongue has descended now and made her way to your balls. Encompassing them with my full lips and sucking them into the warm confines of my mouth I can feel the delicate skin and the structure underneath as I flip and dart the flat of my tongue about them, forcing them to gently hit against the lining of my mouth while sucking the air out and pressurizing this personalized cavern for your enjoyment. My fingers are grazing and exploring your ass, probing your star and tickling your taint. Your body is in spasm now and not under your control. I can feel the juice from my slit starting to fall down my thighs, “Mmmmmmmmm” I moan as I suck on those gorgeous balls. The vibration of my moans makes the pleasure almost unbearable. Your legs are thrashing as I continue to moan. My hands now dipping into that sweet nectar between my thighs and bringing their fragrant and sweet taste to your lips. You devour this manna like a starving animal, sucking every last drop from each of my fingers.
I release your balls “good boy, Mr. Guerre” a coy smile and I begin anew on your shaft. Taking the flat of my tongue and again circling around the shaft. My hands again dipping into the well of elixir between my legs and now placing it on your shaft, following the trail left by my occupied mouth. Up and up I work, my hands following suit with steady and firm strokes to compliment my moves. Your body is trembling in expectation of my tongue on your crown … I’m …. just …. about …. there …. and then I stop.
You cry out in defiance and frustration. I lick my fingers giving me a chance to take in my own taste.
“Mmmmmm. Excellent” the flavor and scent seems to send me into a semi-hypnotized sway. My right hand disappears again under my slip and appears again shimmering with my extract, except this time, instead of your lips or mine, I paint it on my still exposed breast. Letting out an unexpected whimper of randiness I begin to slip off the other strap and we both watch as my slip falls to the floor. For the first time you can see my sex. The tuft of hair matted down with my cum, the surrounding bare flesh of my mons and thighs saturated with my broth … and now, the same sweet sight reflecting off my abundant breasts. You have no words and the sounds emanating from your mouth are guttural.
Beyond aroused, my movements determined, I clutch your cock in my hands, you watch breathless as my lips meet your crown and as I flick your frenulum with the tip of my tongue your body jerks and your back arches. “Don’t cum yet my love …” my voice sweet but firm “…I have other plans for you”. With that I plunge your cock past my lip wrapped teeth, your cock head now fully ensconced in my snug, warm, wet mouth. My cheeks sucked in so they hug your shaft as your head softly hits the roof of my mouth and plummets fully down my throat. I have tucked you in entirely and you can feel my lips at your balls, my hands at once cradling them and teasing your taint as I begin again. My head rises and your tip pops out of my firm opening and then just as quickly pops back in. In and out. With each successive movement your head thrashes, your body jerks, the timbre of your groans becomes more throaty and gruff. In … out … tease … fondle. I can tell your close as your balls begin to tense. “Not yet, Mr. Guerre …” My movements stop suddenly and I can swear I hear you begin to cry. “… not until you’re inside me and I’m riding you. I want to feel your rigid dick gliding through my tight slit and into my sopping wet, narrow pussy …” with that I hop on top of you. Straddling your hips I take your cock in my hands and rake your head back and forth on my dripping slit “how does that feel Mr. Guerre? Does that feel good? Shall I let you in? Shall I let you lay there while I ride you fast and feverishly?” I taunt
“Yesssssss” you whimper “please, please”
“I see …” I stop dragging your cock between my legs and instead slide down so it now rests between my ample breasts. “Not here?” I move and writhe making a perfect valley for your cock to pillage, a journey made easy by the copius amount of cum from my cunt.
“Arrrggghhhhhh!!!!!!!” You wail
“Oh. I’m sorry. Is this not enjoyable?” I drop your cock immediately and sit up. “ohhhhh I know … of course! How silly of me!” Straddling you once more, but this time just above your cock (making certain you can rest in between my ass cheeks) I cup my breasts and hold them in front of your mouth, just out of reach. “It’s these you want? Do you want to taste my juice on my tits before I fuck you?”
“Oh yes” you’re eyes wild and darting like a starving man before a feast. “Ok then Mr. Guerre, just a quick taste …” lifting my right breast to your mouth you take me in. hermetically sealed to my nipple, devouring it any way you can, wriggling against your constraints, wanting to grab, pinch, knead and squeeze but my knots are tight ad you cannot break free. Pulling away the sound of pressurized air makes a ‘pop’ sound and your face is contorted -slack-jawed, eyes like a wolf – feral and hungry. As I feed you the left breast your mouth attaches to it like a magnet, sucking and biting and swirling your tongue. My back is arching as my sex throbs and gets even hotter by the second. I can feel myself dripping around your sides and know I cannot wait much longer myself. My hips grinding into yours as my need to have you fill me grows exponentially. My hands on your head guiding your face on my tits. letting you feast on this appetizer before the final course. “Mr. Guerre?” I whisper close to your ear. You are way too busy to answer as my hands glide slowly down your muscular arms to your back, feeling your smooth skin on their way down to meet your bound wrists. You feel me there and know what comes next. Your mouth leaves my breasts and attacks mine. Lips slightly parted, tongue darting, head moving in concert with mine. My hands begin to loosen the knot – your mouth opens taking my lips in your mouth and then moving to my jaw, my neck, my ear. Now it is I that am uncontrollable – writhing and moaning and grinding as if my sheer will could make us join together. You feel the bonds on your wrists slack, and faster than a rabbit you are free, your hands now on either side of my head furiously pressing into me, devouring my mouth, my face. My hands on your chest, I break away “Fuck me now Mr. Guerre”. With that, you pounce and suddenly I am on my back, my own hands pinned above my head “Oh I’ll fuck you my Lady…” one hand holding my wrists and the other now kneading my breasts as you grind your cock against my clit “I’ll fuck you when I’m good and ready”.
My breath escapes me. My craving at it’s pinnacle. All this teasing has been torture for me as well but you’re not seeing it that way right now, “Can you feel my cock on your clit my Lady? You grind into me again “Can you feel my dick on your wet, swollen, lips?” You mean business.
“Yes, Mr. Guerre”
“Good. Now how about this?” You’re right hand leaves my breast and appears thrusting into my pussy. I jerk in surprise and cant my hips in pleasure. Three fingers plunging in and out “You feel so good my Lady. So soft and wet” taking out your hand to suck on the liquid your eyes close in sweet enjoyment. When they open they are poring into my own and with a quick flash your hands are off my wrists and throwing my legs on your shoulders and then exploring my engorged nether region.
Your fingers trace the outer lips from the bottom of my slit, slowly up to the top. This is too much to take. Fingers then back down the outer lips then press softly inward and begin to trace the inner lips – ever so lightly back up toward the mons stopping just short of my throbbing swollen clit. My hands on my head now in sheer ecstasy I can no longer speak. I feel your finger now spreading me wide. the cool air of your breath blowing on my nub is a sensation that drives me wild. the sounds I’m making actually sound like chirping … begging you to take me in your mouth. I look down and catch you staring at me smiling. you’re enjoying this torment. My head flips back. I know I deserve it after the taunting I gave you earlier.
Suddenly I feel the tip of your nose on my button gently nudging it. Just that simple movement sends a pulsing through my pussy. Nudge, nudge … and then … your lips descend. Sucking and licking. Taking my jewel in your mouth and swirling it … flicking it. Then you release and blow more cool air. “Oh my Mr. Guerre!” I whisper. With that, the point of your tongue begins to probe my clit, wagging quickly, pressure firm, my hips off the bed, your hands holding my ass up to your mouth, your tongue motorized, focused, un wavering, tossing my clit back and forth, faster, harder, faster, harder, the way you know I like it. My body begins it’s ascent – first the tensing of all the muscles, back arching even higher, breath staggered and heavy, moaning, writhing … and then … “Oh! Oh! Oh! Mr. Guerre!!!!” The spasms hit. My corporeal being taken away and replaced with something other-worldly, thrashing, screaming, shuddering … You stop your assault, grab my legs above my head and plunge your cock full force into my tumid cunt. I scream in pleasure. Feeling you enter me as my pussy is still in the throes of orgasm is nirvana. Watching you drive yourself into me, grunting, pounding, until you cannot go any deeper. Grinding into me at the perfect angle. With each thrust crashing against my sweet spot making me thrash my arms and hold my body in expectant anxiety. With each sortie of your cock I get closer and closer. With each shriek and bellow your focus intensifies. Both of us close. Words of urging “Come on Babe” and “Fuck it. That’s right fuck it harder!” make it known that any second … any moment both of us will fly away and release ourselves to the other self that lives in the ether.
“That’s it babe … come on! Oh please God! God you feel so good keep fucking me HARDER!”
Until that moment, both our eyes locked and focused on each other when your hips, rigid in expulsion of your juice, screams of relief, joy and euphoria. Both of us clinging to each other to make sure we make the journey together, shaking, tingling and finally collapsing in exultation and pure delirium. Overcome with the phantasmagorical bliss that is our chemistry and has become our nutrition. A sustenance we are no longer able to survive without. A comestible of rare and potent elements, unreproducible, one without a nadir and without a boundary. A viand that has become essential to life, yet impossible to keep up with or maintain. A hunger of irascible impatience that cannot be quelled … until the next time.
… make it happen … make it soon … make it urgent
xox Your Lady Cheeky
For You On A Blue Day
*the sun will rise tomorrow as usual, but it will glow more brightly because you love me.
when I feel its warmth – it is your breath, not the sun, that surrounds envelopes my shoulders.
the tan it leaves is you’re claiming of me.
when this sun sets and the moon takes it’s place … our moon,
it will shine with more brilliance than ever before because I love you.
when it’s light leads your way to me, it is I that will claim you when you arrive at my door.
when we join at the changing of theses celestial bodies, from day to night and night to day, we will make
the brisk dawn and
the sultry twilight.
and in those misty hours
we will finally and forever
claim each other.
i love you
- Lady Cheeky, 2011
*(It’s awful and precious I know, but I wrote it in one sitting and I meant it … what are ya gonna do?)
Admission
I’m embarrassed to say I miss Mr. Guerre.
He told me he loved me. He stroked my head. He begged me. He made love to me. He fucked me. He held my hand. He held my face in his hands. He told me I was the best he ever had. He told me I was the love of his life. He wrote me love letters. He marked how many times during the day he thought about me on his hand. He sent me pictures of the moon. He told me he loved me everyday. He told me we were destined to be together. I believed him.
He also lied to me, led me on, used me, manipulated me, dis-respected me and took advantage of me.
And in the end … when push came to shove … he chose her.
And it hurts.
Because, if you love someone you fight for them, you sacrifice, you make difficult decisions, you chase fear away and jump. When you love someone, you are brave and respectful and compassionate. When you love someone you see truth in their eyes and decide that’s how you want to see the world. He didn’t love me.
At least I know I loved honestly and unexpurgated. I loved wholly and vulnerably. I loved him despite his failings and because of his flaws. I loved his scars and his other imperfections because that’s what made him beautiful to me. I loved what I thought was his soul. But it turns out it was only what he wanted me to see. I was duped. I was dumped. I was devastated … but I’m moving on.
- Lady Cheeky 8/11
Solace
From Lady Cheeky to Mr. Guerre – Excerpt from a past email:“Didn’t have much time to write this for you … so please forgive mistakes and a little less detail than I would’ve liked. xoxo”
You come home from a frustrating and chaotic day at work. Everything seems to have gone wrong today; little league cancelled, iPad not working, bus stop 50 people deep … in the rain. All you want to do is crawl under the sheets and hide from the world.
No such luck. You are met at the door by your lover who, before you can say anything, simultaneously kisses you softly on the lips and takes your briefcase from you. I am dressed only in a simple pink silk slip and a grey cashmere wrap. My wavy, red hair messily framing my face, ”You’re soaking wet” I say “Come with me …”
You take your shoes off and take my hand as I lead you to the laundry room where I immediately turn around to kiss you again … this time cradling your right cheek in my soft warm hand. “We need to get you dry.” With that, I begin undressing you. First your tie, then your shirt … I unbutton your pants and pull them down along with your boxers until you can kick them off. There you stand. Naked as the day you were born. Gorgeous. Wrapping you in a just-out-of-the-dryer towel … warm and soft, I dry you off and begin kissing you all the way up your body … lips followed by a towel, until I reach your neck where I wrap the towel around both of us, nuzzle your ear and kiss the soft skin between your jaw and lobe. Pulling away I hand you your robe and slippers. “Follow me” I say.
In the living room, a roaring fire awaits – crackling and cozy. In front of the fireplace, a lavish scattering of pillows and blankets, candles and a beautiful spread of grilled salmon, spring greens and of course … Guinness. “Come. Sit, my love … lets eat”. My face beams with adoration and love as I can see this could be the perfect antidote for your crazy day. Together, we share a well-made dinner while you unload your day. I make you laugh about it in certain parts of your re-telling … but mainly just listen as you express your frustrations. By the time you have finished your dinner, you are definitely feeling better. Laying on our sides now, facing each other, holding hands, gently kissing, staring into each others eyes, enjoying the moment of just being. ”I have one more surprise for you … Will you follow me, again?”
Ah the bath. Candles already alight, I run the water. As the tub begins to fill, I begin to untie your robe all the while looking up at you, eyes asking for a kiss. You happily oblige. There we stand, rain falling outside, warm bathroom lit only by candles … kissing tenderly. The kind of kisses that merge with the soul, communicate with each others hearts. Gently guide you to the bath where you gingerly step in (I knows you like it hot). Whatever tension you had left in your body is now dissipated by the hot water and light bath oil. “ok now soak … close your eyes, lay back and let the water envelope you, babe”. As you do, you can feel the soft and soapy wash cloth guided by my hands, stroking up and down your thighs, your arms your stomach … then … opening your eyes, you can see I am kneeling between your legs in the bath, my naked body wet and shiny from the combination of the water and oil.Placing my hands on your knees “Just relax, babe” I say with a saucy smile. My hands wander southward and slowly, using your thighs as a path, find your already erect sex. My hands encompass the shaft, stroking gently and then a little firmer … but purposely not touching the head. Not thinking it was possible you get even harder I’m pleased with what I see. You are squirming now and the water splashes a bit from your excitement. “Hmmm, don’t want to get the floor wet babe …” With that, I stand and lower myself gently onto your rock hard cock. I am dripping wet from excitement. Your cock, can feel my warmth … my juices … the tight, velvety soft confines of my cunt as it passes inch by inch inside me. My breath is heavy now as you begin to pump into my pussy. “Mmmm babe … let me do the work … you’ve had a … hard … day” I say with a smile.My hands then find the rim of the tub behind your head where I rest them. Lifting myself up and down, on and off your cock, my ample breasts swinging in your face. You can feel me bearing down on you, clasping your cock with my strong and tight pussy. Clearly no one cares about a wet floor now … because of our rhythm, the bathroom floor is soaked. I begin to ride you faster as I sees you are close. Mercilessly, I surge downward and then pull upward … the friction almost too much for you to bear … the sound of my ass slapping against the little water left in the tub … your body tenses and you succumb to release … emptying out your prodigious load inside … letting out a deep but soft bellow. I release you and rest my body against your chest … letting you relax and bask in the post-orgasmic blissful fuzz.
Soon you begin to shiver a bit. I rise and grab another fluffy, warm towel and wrap you in it … drying you off. Dry now, I lead you slowly to the bedroom, where fresh sheets and a warm bed await us. We fall asleep cuddled up together, hearts beating in tandem … listening to the rain.
Come Back to Me
10/19/09 (from emails sent 10 days after we met when I was “Princess Polysemy”)
Dear Princess:
In light of your efforts today, I felt it necessary to take a coffee break and detail my situation last night. Hopefully, it will only spur on further messages, flirtation and sexts. Thanks for the inspiration.
Our IM ended so abruptly, it was as if I had just awoke from a pleasant dream to the harsh reality of another day. During the last few minutes of our time together, I was merely just sitting there enjoying looking at your words and our banter. It’s as if we were two boxers sparring in a ring except our gloved hands were replaced by quips and words that landed with love, passion, and torment.
I was left psychologically spirited and sexually charged – not to the point of no return, but I felt that if I could muster an orgasm in your honor, I might be able to sleep soundly with you in my dreams. I began by reviewing previous transcripts, but was quickly caught up in the task of trying to read for other meanings and inflection. Pausing to cease that effort, I tried to get more into the sexuality of it, but was left semi-erect and no clear path to success.
I realized the burr in my saddle may have been my contemplation of your request for a picture of my hands. As you know, I struggled with this, recalling the dissatisfaction of my first efforts in sharing my image. “But it’s a hand,” I told myself.
I googled “hands” for some time trying to find a likeness yet without the scars, the veins, the weathered skin. Finally, my conscience got the better of me. “She gave me a pass to not partake in this folly. Why throw something out there that is not you, when given such a gift?”
Finally, I took a photo of my hand. Using the chairside table and lamp, I aligned and lighted so it would be just so. First I contemplated the palm but demurred with the crazy thought that somehow you could determine more from me by reading my palm. It would have included the all too evident calluses from the day’s labor. Then to the back, I rolled my E.T. digits under, thereby not only covering my rugose digits, but also hiding signs of my oral fixation.
Satisfied with the results I sent it to you without further contemplation. Knowing once it was sent, I could not take it back and only have greater regret depending on your feedback (a side note, your feedback was gracious and worthy of my consternation).
It was now approaching midnight and my body yearned for release. I spent some time catching up on my reader, madly scanning for a picture or something to provide the needed spark. At this point, I actually adjusted my laptop from my lap to the footrest in front of me. In this position, without any underwear, I was free to grasp, grope and cajole arousal from my member. At one point, the arousal built to a high enough level, I felt it necessary to push my pants down to my ankles, thereby allowing for unfettered access. My tip exuded a small amount of pre-cum yet not enough to satisfactorily lube. It’s as if my body was yelling, “This isn’t what we’ve been getting! Who are you trying to fool?” I contemplated reaching for a bottle of lube to assist, but that seemed like almost too much work to complete.
In a hasty last attempt, I began searching for stories. Stories describing acts that we’ve yet to achieve with words as inspiring as those that we’ve streamed. There was enough inspiration to continue, but not enough to fully satisfy my needs. Finally, just before midnight I gave up.
Throughout the evening, I’d incessantly, almost compulsively switched to Twitter, AIM and Gtalk, hoping your RL (sic: real life) would allow for respite. I envisioned myself as an intruder, hiding in the shadows waiting for you to return to your room. I knew if you did, I’d spring upon you like a cougar on a quail. Unsuspecting you’d be mindless as I assaulted your senses. You’d be powerless as I grabbed you with strong hands and pushed you over the back of the chair. You’d be paralyzed as I’d yank the nightgown from your startled body, and there before me, your alabaster skin would provide a feast for my weary eyes.
My shoes would kick your legs wider, matching the feet of the chair. Only your thong would seemingly provide protection from my lecherous eyes. You’d feel my body slide by, fearful of my next action. Then suddenly I’d grab your auburn locks and pull your head back, as if correcting a spirited filly. A slight gasp would come from your mouth, unexpecting the onslaught. “Why did you keep me waiting so long?” I’d sneeringly whisper in your ear.
Your answer wouldn’t matter, for your fate had been prejudged. Shortly after your retort, my right hand would smack flatly against your ass. Your head would involuntarily jerk only to realize my left hand in your hair still held you in a contorted posture. “Do you know how much I longed for you to return?”
Perhaps realizing no words were appropriate, no sound wound come from your lips. My hand would gently descend and stroke at the reddening image of my palm. Barely touching your cheek, it’d gently trace the contrasting lines of broken blood vessels and unfettered skin. Only, when you’d emit that sigh, that peaceful accepting sigh, my rage would rise again.
“Are you enjoying this my Princess?” I’d scowl. While my left would jerk your head again, my right would push down my pants. There, the product of my hours of waiting would spring forth waiting to finish the attack. You’d remain glancing, unknowing the certainty of your situation.
My right hand would return to your rear and trace the line of your thong from back to front. There it would find purchase and frantically push it aside. Grabbing your hip, my erection would suddenly arise from between your legs shocking your senses and causing your head to flinch against the bonds of your hair yet again. “I know you’ll enjoy this,” I’d promise.
Suddenly, with nary a warning I’d push my throbbing member deep inside you. The wetness of your loins contradicts the plea of your surprise, as I’d slam my entire length deep inside. And at my hilt, I’d pause. My hips would roll and my right hand would push back against your mons, hoping to feel me buried deep inside. I’d adjust some more and probe some more, again hoping to feel the outline of my member buried deep within.
While remaining deep inside, my hand would slide down across your clit. Gently reminding you of a presence outside your cunt. Then two fingers would trace the slippery lips distended by my insertion. Gathering juice as if a bee gathering pollen. That same hand, those same fingers would then find your mouth and forcibly enter urging to be cleaned.
And upon the sound of a whimper, I’d awaken again realizing my need to gain control of your mind and body yet again. My right and left hands would join together on your shoulder blades pushing you further over the spine of our makeshift saddle. I’d push strongly against the center of your back while hardened cock would remain deeply buried. Only satisfied when the sweat began to roll up your back, would my devastating attack begin.
And in an animalistic fever, my passion would erupt. My guttural sounds accompanied by your moans and the sounds of our sexes sliding together. The moisture from our efforts would drip from our bodies while the juices of our groins began to wick up your thong. At times my force would so overcome our pose that the chair would slide forward causing us to adjust yet again.
Our passion was building, our bodies afire. I would sense that we’d be approaching this peak called orgasm momentarily. And yet I’d wanted to render one final punitory act. My hips would slide back – my dick just outside your dripping slit. I’d pause just long enough to make you hesitate, make you yearn, and make you turn your head in search of fulfillment. Only there you’d see a blur.
You’d momentarily realize it was the indistinguishable sight of my left hand racing to find your left ass cheek. And with a loud smack you’d cry. From pleasure to pain in a mere fraction of a second, your mind would become overwhelmed with the contrast and try to comprehend the significance. “You must always remain available,” I’d deeply scowl.
And then, before you could adjust, searing fire now smoldering in each cheek, I’d pile into you again, momentarily slamming the air from your body as your heaving chest crashed into the chair. My hands would be pawing at your hips attempting maintain the tempo. Our bodies would take over, the passion overwhelming.
And out of the corner of my eye, I’d notice the clock. 12:23.
There, in the haze of a sex depraved fantasy, you’d slipped into the realm of AIM. In a flash of a moment, you’d come and you’d gone. Not even a whisper. Not even a pause. Never even realizing who waited in the shadows.
Yours,
MG
Dear Mr. Guerre,
I’ve just read your story for the third time tonight and am still left breathless and stimulated beyond any hope of sensible relief. The fact that a very similar fantasy has played through my mind a 1000 times before without having the courage to speak it aloud was enticing enough … but to read on .. oh my …
The first time I read your story in full was in the restroom of an event at a posh hotel this evening at approximately 8:00pm. These restrooms had individual shuttered stalls that were more like individual closets in a East Hampton mansion than a hotel lavatory. I snuck in to read my piece from my lover and it did not disappoint. When I noticed the fresh wet feeling between my thighs, I knew I was sunk. I had already decided to take off my skirt, hang it on the hook and place my phone in my left hand … my right began to massage the inner folds of my slit. Already steaming and drenched my pussy was ready …. as it had been all day … to get fucked again … to cum again to your delicious description of how you would have your way with me.
When you described your shoes kicking my feet wider apart, I felt faint as I began to stroke my pussy even faster and deeper, grazing my clit every now and again to let it know that I would be back to sate her. Your hand slapping my ass, other hand grasping my hair as I sighed to release the feeling of deep relief your presence promised me. Scowling “Are you enjoying this, Princess?” had me panting even harder in that tiny space imagining your hot breath behind my ear as you whispered it, and working over my cunt in a furious fever for satisfaction. I could feel my face contorting, getting hot … I could hear my inner voice struggling and begging for myself to make me cum now. But the story wasn’t over and I know that my Martin would want it saved until the last possible moment.
When you slammed your cock into into me, resting it in my deepest crevice, feeling for an outline of your member, I could barely stand it. Imagining, your hot and sweaty body against mine. Feeling your skin connect with my back and knowing you were inside me was more than I could take. I shook and could feel the flutter of my orgasm coming with my fingers nowhere near my clit. I literally had to bang my head against the stall wall (not too hard, but enough to smart) to snap me out of it and put me on track for the rest of the story.
But then you shoved your fingers bathed in my cum into my mouth and it was nearly over. My arousal had begun again and at full force. Thankfully what came next would be my relief and and my refuge. Reading how you were fucking me hard and riding me like and animal. I rubbed and rubbed, my clit getting more aroused and engorged …. faster and faster. Both our bodies as one and rasping with moans from deep within. Feeling my body limp over the chair, your hands on my hips guiding your cock deeper within me and then out in just enough time for another ass slap to drive me over the edge. Faster, faster – harder! Rub harder! I’m almost there, my back against the wall, my head tilted to the left, my right hand moving so fast it’s almost shaking my clit free from my pussy. I had to make myself cum. As you piled into me again slamming the air from my body I came – hard, just as I was imagining your hands keeping time with my hips thrusting your cock deep into my cunt.
There, in the luxury hotel bathroom stall the world paused for a moment to focus itself on me. Everything slowed … sound, sight all turned down one notch to the rhythm of my beating heart and throbbing womanhood. I closed my eyes and licked my lips to savor one last second before I had to return to my obligation. When I opened the stall, I knew I would have to join the real world again and leave my Martin … my torturous, lovely, vigorous and sexy lover behind.
I thank you my love, for one of the best, sexually expressive and arousing experiences I could have.
I await your return from the caverns of whatever depths you must go to slay your dragon.
Come back to me …
xo PP
The Rapture: Another Real-Life Encounter with Lady Cheeky and Mr. Guerre
By Lady Cheeky August 13, 2010
I find you naked on the bed as I enter the room in my pink slip. No covers. Sitting up. Waiting with a devilish smile on your face.
“Looks like you have something on your mind” I say with a smirk, swaying over to your side of the bed.
“I do.” you answer, mirroring my taunting smile. Climbing on top of you, balancing myself with my hands on your shoulders, ”Do you? And what would that be Mr. Guerre?”. Now straddling you we can speak face-to-face. I can feel your excitement now and certainly you can feel mine as both our sexes come in contact.
“Well … ” you say, “first I begin with discovering the best route from each side of your jaw …” Your fingers find each mandible and begin to trace back and forth. “… to that little well you keep at the bottom of your neck …” your fingers begin to fall away, slowly moving along the ridge of my mental foramen descending to each Submaxillary Triangle and then meet at the hyoid bone. Together again, your other fingers join the fray. Your hands, so encompassing around my little neck, begin their exploration of the rest of the journey to your destination. Your thumbs now joined side by side at my Thyroid Cartilage, the rest of your fingers holding my teetering head in place. You could end my life if you chose. Your hands are in perfect position, my body relaxed, limp and guileless. Somehow the deep-rooted instinct to tense in preparation for such an attack has clenched my buttocks much but not much else.
Your thumbs slow and loosen to a graze instead of a drag as you approach your destination “Ah, and right here my Lady … right here would be your Jugular Notch, that little well above your clavicle. So exposed … so sexy …” your head moves forward and your lips just beat your thumbs to the target. A light kiss signals that the expedition has reached it’s zenith. My head has thrown itself slightly back and off-center during this trek and the skin on my neck, already tingling with arousal is made even more sensitive by the stretching of the skin. Your kisses are causing my skin to shiver in slight trembling shudders. Your mouth follows the path your fingers took earlier and makes it’s way up my neck to my jaw. My head back on my shoulders in it’s proper place I can now tilt it expertly so you have clear access to my ear should you decide …. ” Oh!” (you decided) you nip my ear. I smile.
My body is undulating on it’s own on your lap. I have no control over the oscillation of my hips, nor the molten juices depositing on your member. The right strap of my slip has fallen exposing my breast and my taut and rosy nipple. I can sense you notice and begin to attack another area of my body.
“Not so fast Mr. Guerre” my hands remove yours from my shoulders as I fix them behind you. A scarf, furtively placed under your pillow earlier has now been put into play and in no time at all has fixed your wrists together, unable to move … but more frustratingly, unable to touch.
“Arrrgh!” you moan as you flop your back to the headboard. Your game is over now and you know it.
Hopping off you with a little laugh I grab another, longer scarf from the nightstand. “uhhh … ” you say as you curiously watch me grab your muscular legs, spreading them apart and then bending your knees so that the soles of your feet touch each other. “Yes? Have a question Mr. Guerre?” I bind your ankles and your feet together, exposing your jewels to any number of dangers … or pleasures. Rendered speechless and knowing you have little currency with which to win your freedom, you succumb. The control you carry with you day in and day out has been forcibly constrained and is under my command. There is nothing to do but comply and hope that I will be merciful in anything I plan to assail.
Sauntering back over to your side, my breast still exposed and swaying when I move, your eyes pinned on the pointy and tight nipple you so desperately want to toy with. I can see your tumescent manhood waving – glistening with a combination of both our fluids. Staring straight into your eyes I tease, “Looks like you’ve made a bit of a mess here”. My hands now appearing instantly, fondling your balls, you groan in obvious delight. “Hmmmm …” I mockingly toy with how to take care of the shiny spillage. “Shall I get a towel?”
“No” you grumble
“a tissue?”
“No!” you moan
“Oh! Shall I leave it? is that what you want?”
“NO! Nooooo!” you cry
“Hmmm. Then there’s really no other way …” as soon as I finish my sentence my tongue is at the juncture of your balls and your shaft. My hands holding you in place, pointed and determined it wraps itself all the way around the base of your cock leaving the rest untouched. You shiver and wriggle, “Control yourself Mr. Guerre, I won’t tolerate insolence”, you seem to calm a bit, but under much constraint. My tongue has descended now and made her way to your balls. Encompassing them with my full lips and sucking them into the warm confines of my mouth I can feel the delicate skin and the structure underneath as I flip and dart the flat of my tongue about them, forcing them to gently hit against the lining of my mouth while sucking the air out and pressurizing this personalized cavern for your enjoyment. My fingers are grazing and exploring your ass, probing your star and tickling your taint. Your body is in spasm now and not under your control. I can feel the juice from my slit starting to fall down my thighs, “Mmmmmmmmm” I moan as I suck on those gorgeous balls. The vibration of my moans makes the pleasure almost unbearable. Your legs are thrashing as I continue to moan. My hands now dipping into that sweet nectar between my thighs and bringing their fragrant and sweet taste to your lips. You devour this manna like a starving animal, sucking every last drop from each of my fingers.
I release your balls “good boy, Mr. Guerre” a coy smile and I begin anew on your shaft. Taking the flat of my tongue and again circling around the shaft. My hands again dipping into the well of elixir between my legs and now placing it on your shaft, following the trail left by my occupied mouth. Up and up I work, my hands following suit with steady and firm strokes to compliment my moves. Your body is trembling in expectation of my tongue on your crown … I’m …. just …. about …. there …. and then I stop.
You cry out in defiance and frustration. I lick my fingers giving me a chance to take in my own taste.
“Mmmmmm. Excellent” the flavor and scent seems to send me into a semi-hypnotized sway. My right hand disappears again under my slip and appears again shimmering with my extract, except this time, instead of your lips or mine, I paint it on my still exposed breast. Letting out an unexpected whimper of randiness I begin to slip off the other strap and we both watch as my slip falls to the floor. For the first time you can see my sex. The tuft of hair matted down with my cum, the surrounding bare flesh of my mons and thighs saturated with my broth … and now, the same sweet sight reflecting off my abundant breasts. You have no words and the sounds emanating from your mouth are guttural.
Beyond aroused, my movements determined, I clutch your cock in my hands, you watch breathless as my lips meet your crown and as I flick your frenulum with the tip of my tongue your body jerks and your back arches. “Don’t cum yet my love …” my voice sweet but firm “…I have other plans for you”. With that I plunge your cock past my lip wrapped teeth, your cock head now fully ensconced in my snug, warm, wet mouth. My cheeks sucked in so they hug your shaft as your head softly hits the roof of my mouth and plummets fully down my throat. I have tucked you in entirely and you can feel my lips at your balls, my hands at once cradling them and teasing your taint as I begin again. My head rises and your tip pops out of my firm opening and then just as quickly pops back in. In and out. With each successive movement your head thrashes, your body jerks, the timbre of your groans becomes more throaty and gruff. In … out … tease … fondle. I can tell your close as your balls begin to tense. “Not yet, Mr. Guerre …” My movements stop suddenly and I can swear I hear you begin to cry. “… not until you’re inside me and I’m riding you. I want to feel your rigid dick gliding through my tight slit and into my sopping wet, narrow pussy …” with that I hop on top of you. Straddling your hips I take your cock in my hands and rake your head back and forth on my dripping slit “how does that feel Mr. Guerre? Does that feel good? Shall I let you in? Shall I let you lay there while I ride you fast and feverishly?” I taunt
“Yesssssss” you whimper “please, please”
“I see …” I stop dragging your cock between my legs and instead slide down so it now rests between my ample breasts. “Not here?” I move and writhe making a perfect valley for your cock to pillage, a journey made easy by the copius amount of cum from my cunt.
“Arrrggghhhhhh!!!!!!!” You wail
“Oh. I’m sorry. Is this not enjoyable?” I drop your cock immediately and sit up. “ohhhhh I know … of course! How silly of me!” Straddling you once more, but this time just above your cock (making certain you can rest in between my ass cheeks) I cup my breasts and hold them in front of your mouth, just out of reach. “It’s these you want? Do you want to taste my juice on my tits before I fuck you?”
“Oh yes” you’re eyes wild and darting like a starving man before a feast. “Ok then Mr. Guerre, just a quick taste …” lifting my right breast to your mouth you take me in. hermetically sealed to my nipple, devouring it any way you can, wriggling against your constraints, wanting to grab, pinch, knead and squeeze but my knots are tight ad you cannot break free. Pulling away the sound of pressurized air makes a ‘pop’ sound and your face is contorted -slack-jawed, eyes like a wolf – feral and hungry. As I feed you the left breast your mouth attaches to it like a magnet, sucking and biting and swirling your tongue. My back is arching as my sex throbs and gets even hotter by the second. I can feel myself dripping around your sides and know I cannot wait much longer myself. My hips grinding into yours as my need to have you fill me grows exponentially. My hands on your head guiding your face on my tits. letting you feast on this appetizer before the final course. “Mr. Guerre?” I whisper close to your ear. You are way too busy to answer as my hands glide slowly down your muscular arms to your back, feeling your smooth skin on their way down to meet your bound wrists. You feel me there and know what comes next. Your mouth leaves my breasts and attacks mine. Lips slightly parted, tongue darting, head moving in concert with mine. My hands begin to loosen the knot – your mouth opens taking my lips in your mouth and then moving to my jaw, my neck, my ear. Now it is I that am uncontrollable – writhing and moaning and grinding as if my sheer will could make us join together. You feel the bonds on your wrists slack, and faster than a rabbit you are free, your hands now on either side of my head furiously pressing into me, devouring my mouth, my face. My hands on your chest, I break away “Fuck me now Mr. Guerre”. With that, you pounce and suddenly I am on my back, my own hands pinned above my head “Oh I’ll fuck you my Lady…” one hand holding my wrists and the other now kneading my breasts as you grind your cock against my clit “I’ll fuck you when I’m good and ready”.
My breath escapes me. My craving at it’s pinnacle. All this teasing has been torture for me as well but you’re not seeing it that way right now, “Can you feel my cock on your clit my Lady? You grind into me again “Can you feel my dick on your wet, swollen, lips?” You mean business.
“Yes, Mr. Guerre”
“Good. Now how about this?” You’re right hand leaves my breast and appears thrusting into my pussy. I jerk in surprise and cant my hips in pleasure. Three fingers plunging in and out “You feel so good my Lady. So soft and wet” taking out your hand to suck on the liquid your eyes close in sweet enjoyment. When they open they are poring into my own and with a quick flash your hands are off my wrists and throwing my legs on your shoulders and then exploring my engorged nether region.
Your fingers trace the outer lips from the bottom of my slit, slowly up to the top. This is too much to take. Fingers then back down the outer lips then press softly inward and begin to trace the inner lips – ever so lightly back up toward the mons stopping just short of my throbbing swollen clit. My hands on my head now in sheer ecstasy I can no longer speak. I feel your finger now spreading me wide. the cool air of your breath blowing on my nub is a sensation that drives me wild. the sounds I’m making actually sound like chirping … begging you to take me in your mouth. I look down and catch you staring at me smiling. you’re enjoying this torment. My head flips back. I know I deserve it after the taunting I gave you earlier.
Suddenly I feel the tip of your nose on my button gently nudging it. Just that simple movement sends a pulsing through my pussy. Nudge, nudge … and then … your lips descend. Sucking and licking. Taking my jewel in your mouth and swirling it … flicking it. Then you release and blow more cool air. “Oh my Mr. Guerre!” I whisper. With that, the point of your tongue begins to probe my clit, wagging quickly, pressure firm, my hips off the bed, your hands holding my ass up to your mouth, your tongue motorized, focused, un wavering, tossing my clit back and forth, faster, harder, faster, harder, the way you know I like it. My body begins it’s ascent – first the tensing of all the muscles, back arching even higher, breath staggered and heavy, moaning, writhing … and then … “Oh! Oh! Oh! Mr. Guerre!!!!” The spasms hit. My corporeal being taken away and replaced with something other-worldly, thrashing, screaming, shuddering … You stop your assault, grab my legs above my head and plunge your cock full force into my tumid cunt. I scream in pleasure. Feeling you enter me as my pussy is still in the throes of orgasm is nirvana. Watching you drive yourself into me, grunting, pounding, until you cannot go any deeper. Grinding into me at the perfect angle. With each thrust crashing against my sweet spot making me thrash my arms and hold my body in expectant anxiety. With each sortie of your cock I get closer and closer. With each shriek and bellow your focus intensifies. Both of us close. Words of urging “Come on Babe” and “Fuck it. That’s right fuck it harder!” make it known that any second … any moment both of us will fly away and release ourselves to the other self that lives in the ether.
“That’s it babe … come on! Oh please God! God you feel so good keep fucking me HARDER!”
Until that moment, both our eyes locked and focused on each other when your hips, rigid in expulsion of your juice, screams of relief, joy and euphoria. Both of us clinging to each other to make sure we make the journey together, shaking, tingling and finally collapsing in exultation and pure delirium. Overcome with the phantasmagorical bliss that is our chemistry and has become our nutrition. A sustenance we are no longer able to survive without. A comestible of rare and potent elements, unreproducible, one without a nadir and without a boundary. A viand that has become essential to life, yet impossible to keep up with or maintain. A hunger of irascible impatience that cannot be quelled … until the next time.
… make it happen … make it soon … make it urgent
xox Your Lady Cheeky
