of the glass gift in my ass, I shake. The tips of your fingers forage beneath the ridge. The press of your flesh against my slick bottom renews the arousal in my veins. My breath quickens and I whimper.
Slowly you slide the bulb-shaped plug out. My anal ring stretches over the wide part of the egg and sensation spirals hot and cold through my ass, cunt and gut. I hear a ting as the glass hits the ground.
My muscles are liquid and you place your cock at my pucker. Your hips rock forward. A tiny single push in, and my body gives way to you, yielding over your large width without hesitation.
I groan at the sensation of being filled with you, being joined in this primitive dance of us.
You moan and pull your cock back out to the tip.
Your fingers grasp my hips and you fuck me. You thrust hard; my body shakes and sways against you. My ass jiggles with each slap of your groin against my plush bottom. Each slip of you into me, you groan.
Sensations like no other overload me as your thick cock stretches me. I shake and gasp for breath. You press deep and my pussy squirts gush after gush from my core. The slick fluid slides down my legs and they tremble. My god, I want your dick in my cunt…your cunt.
You grab my hair and arch my head back. Your hips slow the rapturous pounding I so adore. Slipping from my ass, I feel you wipe your cock on something. You slide down my crack and directly spear my pussy. I suck in a pleasurable whimper. Aggressively you renew the onslaught of my cunt hole. “Oh yes. Yes, Master. Fuck me.”
“Um-hum. Is this what my cunt wants?”
“Oh! Oh yes, Master.”
I gush and shake violently against you in pleasure. I love the way you fuck me, the way your thick prick glides effortlessly in and out of me, joining more than our bodies. Our souls intertwine and fly.
Wanting to feel every inch of your glorious cock, I clench the muscles of my pussy about your invasion. You groan and your dick twitches within me. A telltale sign you will come soon. I grin, wanting that. To hear you cry out as you seek and find bliss.
You pull out and I gasp at the loss of you. I feel the tug of the straps on the cuffs and my arms lower. You step in front of me.
Your hand rises to my shoulder and your loving gaze caresses my face. I know what you want and I instantly drop to my knees. Your cock is glistening with my juices and steely hard. I want to taste you, your essence mixed with mine as I swallow you up.
I spit into my palms and place them on the shaft of your cock with a tight grip. Licking the tip, I slide the crown into my mouth. My body and mind are calm and languid from my flogging and thorough fucking; my muscles loose. The only thought in my mind is you; my love for you and pleasuring you so that you are in the same state of contentedness.
My lips part further and skim all the way down your cock to my hands. I slide back to the tip, my hands squeezing tight up your length in my mouth’s wake. I want nothing more than to make you come, to feel you spurt deep in my mouth and drink the essence of you.
I suck your cock with vigor, pouring all my love, all my passion into the act. Your legs shake against me. Your hand snags into my hair and you begin fucking my mouth in tune with my motions.
Your cock goes deep, touching my throat again and again. You groan and the hand in my hair clenches. “I’m going to come.”
I continue sucking and sucking you. I want this—I want to hear you cry out and know I was the one that caused your greatest pleasure. The smooth hot skin of your cock glides effortlessly in and out of me as saliva drizzles down my chin.
You groan, “Uh-un-uh-uh.” Spurt after delicious spurt of custard slides down my throat. I swallow the tart stingy taste of you and greedily continue to suck you for more. Your hand grasps my hair and you hold me still as you slide your cock from my mouth.
You stand absolutely motionless, breathing hard. I lick my lips and swallow, then place my hands on your thighs. I gaze up at you.
Your eyes widen and you smile. “Amazing, my love.” Your hand rubs my head.
A smile turns my lips, too. I have thoroughly pleased you.
“Stay right there.” You turn and walk to my bag. Pulling the warm blanket out of the pack, you come back to me and hold out your hand. “Stand, my love.”
I grasp your hand and you help me to stand, then wrap the blanket about me. I stare, unable to take my eyes from you. My master. I love you so intensely, more deeply than anyone before in my life. The connection we have woven together is nonesuch.
“So how was your day? Did you finish all the paperwork for your patients?” You undo the cuffs and rope from the tree. My gaze never leaves you—your fluid, strong movements as you do even the most mundane of tasks. You are beautiful.
“Yes, I came home and then saw your gift sitting on the table.” Exhaustion hits me and I start to shake once more.
“Indeed, a delicious gift, was it not?” You gather up the toys and put them in the backpack, then with it over your shoulder you walk to me.
“How did you get the words in the glass, Eric?”
“Silly. I had it specially made for you.” You lean in and kiss the tip of my nose. “You are mine. Owned by E.” Pride and possession flashes in your eyes.
“Indeed, you own my heart, Eric. I love you.”
“I love you. You are mine. You did very, very well. Let’s go home, get some food and cuddle.” You wiggle your eyebrows and chuckle. “And of course make love again.”
I giggle, and tears well in my eyes and my lower lip trembles.
You lean down, wrap your arms about me, and pick me up. “Shh.”
I slump against you, content to my bones. Your strong arms about me as you carry me out of the woods stop my trembling. I feel safe. Safe to be me, who I am deep in my soul. To be vulnerable and yours.
“I will take care of you always.” You kiss the top of my head.
I nuzzle into the scent of you. Your warmth surrounds me and your heart beats full of love beneath my ear. You squeeze me close and kiss my cheek. I sigh, knowing that your love for me will be forever a constant in my life.
YOU MUST INVITE ME IN.
I awoke from my dreams, emerging through the dark strata to find my heart pounding against my chest, soft cotton sheets tangled around my limbs. I noted the hour on my digital clock—midnight. Listened to rain pinging on the tiles of my balcony. Yes, I was awake.
Invite me in.
The voice wasn’t a part of any sensual dream. I felt it like a physical caress. The rasp of his words and insistent tone slithered sinuously along my hip, wrapped around my spine, crept upward like the glide of a warm palm to lift goose bumps on my naked skin—until, at last, he whispered in my ear.
Open to me.
I recognized the deep tones and slight inflections of his indiscernible
