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Shooting the Ocean 

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She stood on the boardwalk at Jones Beach State Park. She couldn’t believe her luck. A single week ago, she had graduated college and now her feet were standing on a beach. She watched the sunset with the Atlantic rising majestically to pummel the sand as waves crashed down with the rush and sound of fulfillment. It’s something akin to a sadistic mating dance, she thought.

 

Jasper began shooting the ocean and wondering how much these two elements must love one another. She watched dark, powerful ocean slap the sand sadistically, chasing earth inland in wild pursuit, only to pull a fraction of earth back to sea in enticing, seductive retreat. Its intimate give and take, and an eternal exchange of energy. Nothing can ever end this, she mused excitedly.

Standing alone in the moonlight, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment as she realized that shooting the ocean made her nothing shy of an intrusive voyeur. Jasper rolled her eyes at herself, ugh, the worst kind.

 

She’d caught many shots that were much more than just the wildness of Mother Nature. These are unique, one-of-a- kind photos with an intense, sensual point of view, she told herself, not like the repetitive National Geographic Magazine, she grinned lost in thought. Then Jasper hugged her camera and did a small, celebratory jump-twist.

 

It was as if the wide-angle lens of innocent curiosity lead her to stumble upon lecherous lovers thought hidden. Jasper knew she should leave but froze in fascination. She knew these photos would be rewarded handsomely, as certainly as she knew that cashing her paycheck would feel too similar to walking away from a John and tucking his money into her thigh-high boot.

 

Nonetheless, she couldn’t let it dampen her spirits. She was ecstatic knowing these shots would ‘make her’. These photos would be the beginning of a stellar reputation and career. She ran for the boardwalk anxious to tuck her equipment safely into a photography bag.

 

Jasper returned to the stairs below the boardwalk, bent down to retrieve her shoes and found herself looking into piercing, ice blue eyes as a scream welled up in her throat.

 

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You’re Mine (The Original)

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Standing in the shower, soapy hands in my hair, absentmindedly working the lather as I think of all that we have shared and your words echo through my mind as I lean back against the wall.

 

“You’re mine,”

 

Reaching to finger my clit as I remember your face, only inches from mine and your breath against my skin as you hissed,

 

“You’re mine. Only mine,” and I know that I am… that it is all I ever want to be.   I press one finger into my tight, hot pussy, already longing for you in ways that I have never desired another and I wonder about tonight, about the future, about how and where you will touch me, about what will become of me.

 

Closing my eyes, I run my fingers from shoulder to breast, imagining your hands on me, your fingers grazing my nipples and sliding down my abdomen, always with your voice in my head,

 

“You’re mine. You’re only mine.”

 

And I know that I am, but will never admit it.  

 

I wonder how long I’ll crave you as I slip two fingers into my aching wetness, imagining your long, hard cock slamming into me as my breath comes harder and faster. Stroking my clit harder and letting the hot water pummel me while I picture you driving your tongue into me, licking and laving me there, driving me into white-hot desperation as whimpers escape and I give in to this passionate assault.  

 

I am trembling with desire, tears are stinging my eyes, threatening to give way to the ocean behind my eyelids knowing that my soul is not my own anymore, that this heat and desire is all about you, always you, “You’re mineMineOnly mine,” and I cannot protest.

 

I cannot, will not refuse you anything, knowing that you possess me now; that you own my secretive thoughts and traitorous body. I am painfully aware there is nothing I can deny you.

 

“You’re mine,”

 

And I whisper the only reply that I have, “Yes, love. Yes. I’m yours, all yours, only yours.”  

 

Feeling you penetrate me, your cock driving into me flaming-hot and so, so hard as my tight little pussy explodes and I let the tears fall, finally admitting it, if only to myself, while fervently praying that you never test me, never find out just how much power you have.

 

I let my breathing slow picturing your strong arms pinning me to your chest, locking me into your embrace and I know… and I know… I am yours.  

 

I rinse the soap from my body with the last of the hot water. Wrapping a towel around me. I make my way into the bedroom and open the closet to pull all my work clothes aside, working my way to the back where I stashed all my “sexy clothes.” Your voice is still ringing in my ears, “You’re mine, my love. Only mine.”  

 

I pull back the dresses meant for office parties to find the short, skimpy dress that I bought just to wear for you, the one that remained hidden until now.  With trembling fingers, I pull the dress from the hanger and hold it up to me in the mirror, rolling my eyes at the slit that is almost all the way up to there, and wondering why I dared to buy such a skimpy outfit. Then taking a seat on the bed, I lay the dress beside me to lay out stockings, garters and five-inch stilettos, and then quickly pull the blankets over me.

 

I lay back on my pillows holding one against me, imagining your hard frame on top of me, feeling the weight of you holding me down. You are kissing me deeply, passionately and I am arching to press my body to yours, needing you with a fierce intensity. I slide my fingers between my thighs imagining you holding me down, pinning me hard against the mattress as you press the head of your thick, steely cock into my fiery, tight, little cunt.

 

Your hands, so much larger than mine, cup my breasts as I drive my fingers into your hair. You take my hard nipples between your lips while I close my heavy eyelids and surrender to this sweet agony. Always hearing you tell me, over and over again,

 

“You’re mine. You belong to me.”  

 

I push two fingers into my steaming-hot cunt fast and hard, thinking of your granite girth filling me, and stealing my breath as your demanding lips claim mine.

 

I remember how I fought you; fought for my very sanity and fought my own desires, squirming and writhing beneath you, fighting and pushing against you. Then both your hands were at each side of my face not letting me turn away, even as I  cursed your strength you kissed away the last of my fight.  

 

You were stroking my hard, sensitized clit and I was grinding against you, letting you claim me in ways that no one ever has. I let you bruise my lips, my neck, branding me your own, and I know… and I know… I am yours… only yours.  

 

I ache for you, my skin burning for your touch and I already feel my soaking wet pussy clinging to your rock-hard erection, driving into my hot center, forcing me open to you. You are pushing me past all of my limits, shoving me straight into the teeth of elicit, white-hot desire and making me burn for you as I stroke my clit faster and harder.  

 

I picture how you rubbed your cock against me there, grinding against me until I couldn’t take it anymore. I had to have you inside me. Remembering how I reached between our bodies, finding just enough space to take you with both hands and plunge you into my fiery tightness. Recalling the feeling of you, your unrelenting, steely need and letting the tension build into unbearable, electric-lust.  

 

I’m longing for your delicious completion as I force my fingers into my aching pussy again and again, harder and faster, arching to feel your broad, firm frame crushed to me, your lips on mine kissing me long and hard.

 

Your fingers stroke faster and harder until my pussy erupts, throbbing hard around my fingers and I can almost feel your full, hard length pulsing inside of me… almost… and I know… and I know… and I know… and I whisper it aloud, as if to dispel this demon, “I’m yours, love. Do with me what you will,”  

 

The words echo in my mind as my breathing finally slows. Always, always hearing you, over and again, “You are mine. All mine, only mine. Always,” until I come down from my all-consuming climax, where can I open my eyes into the darkness and still imagine you here.  

 

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Only Us

Only Us

 

Only Us

 
 
It was New Year’s morning and you were badly hung-over, after celebrating well into the early morning hours, but I could not help teasing you.
 
 
“HOW’S YOUR HEAD THIS MORNING, HONEY? FEELIN’ REEEAAALLL GOOD?”
 
 
I giggled at you as you cringed and pulled a pillow over your head. I tugged at the pillow just to tease and the tug-of-war was on! We both gripped an end, wrestling, pulling, and yanking with all of our might, until the pillow split open.
 
 
Thousands of feathers littered the air and you shot me a glare as you reached for my hairbrush. I made a hasty exit from the room and prayed you would remember none of it.
 
 
Later that morning I crashed on the couch for a few extra hours of sleep, until your touch summoned me into a waking dream. You cupped and stroked my bare bottom, kissed by the crisp air. My cunt was moist and available to you, with need growing in my body and soul.
 
 
“Yes,” I whispered softly, again and again.
 
 
I had not yet opened my eyes and was unready to let go of the sensations you were causing in me, but then you stopped stroking. I pleaded with you, even in my exhaustion from our New Year’s activities.
 
 
“Nooo. Don’t stop. Not yet. Okay? Please?”
 
 
Your hand caressing my cheeks was suddenly replaced; hard, cool ivory, stiff bristles! Realization!
 
 
It is the unmistakable feel of my antique, ivory hairbrush, moving, raking over my exposed ass. My entire being tensed with the thought of your retribution. Then you spoke for the first time, as you raised the brush high into the air,
 
 
“Lil Bit, I think we need to talk about the way you woke me this morning!” Swooosh! CRACK! You brought the brush down hard on my ass, ordering,
 
 
“Now go stand beside the couch and bend over. March,” you ground out through clenched teeth.
 
 
I dragged my weary body from the sofa, grudgingly. You waited in tense anticipation until I gripped the back of the sofa. I fought the urge to rub my stinging cheeks but nonetheless, a smart-ass remark tumbled from my lips before I could stop it,
 
 
“Ouuuccchhh! Fuck! Fuckin’ can’t take a joke!”
 
 
I quickly shut my mouth but the words were out, hanging in the air between us. The room went suddenly still.
 
 
After an interminable moment, you took a step. I winced as I pictured what that remark would cost me. You walked swiftly around the couch and put your face to mine, so close that our noses almost touched. I could feel your hot breath on my cheek but I kept my eyelids lowered. Then you spoke, haltingly,
 
 
“WHAT – WAS – THAT,” Your voice was barely controlled anger and I bit my lower lip.
 
 
“N… nothing… honest,” I blurted, while I stared hard at the couch cushion, trying to pretend I had said nothing.
 
 
You turned away and sat down. I could not look at you but I knew you were shaking your head in disbelief. I held my breath and waited while you slapped my ivory brush against your palm rhythmically. Then you laid your head back on the couch and locked your eyes with mine.
 
 
“Care to tell me another lie, my Lil Bit? I’ll be happy to take it out of your ass.”
 
 
Though your voice dripped with disdain, I thought I had detected some small degree of amusement and clung to that hope, which proved to be short-lived. Then you moved to sit at the edge of the couch again, spread your legs, and issued your command,
 
 
“Come.”
 
 
Though I was aching from holding my position, being free to move was small comfort. I walked slowly, taking tiny steps, to approach with as much dignity as I could muster.
 
 
I stood before you with my eyes riveted to the floor. You tapped your thigh, motioning me to take my position over your lap. I chanced a glance at the brush, which you held in your palm next to your thigh, and I cringed. Swallowing around the lump in my throat and bent to take my position. You dropped the brush on the end table and picked up a heavy, plastic jar opener, to drag it over the backs of my thighs.
 
 
“Do you have anything to tell me, Lil Bit?”
 
 
I slammed my eyes shut tight and swallowed the words that leapt to my lips.
 
 
“Well?” you pushed.
 
 
I squirmed in staunch defiance and remained stubbornly silent. You raised your hand and brought the opener down hard. Swoosh! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
 
 
I let go a small scream, as much from being startled as from pain.
 
 
Instantly, I clamped one hand over my mouth as the other went to protect my burning ass. Without a word, you wrestled my arm behind me as you brought the jar opener down over my cheeks in rapid succession.
 
 
My mind was screaming when you paused to run your hand over my ass and admire the bright red hue. Then your voice sliced the air in its barely controlled calm and cut through the pain to reach me on a level I‘d never known.
 
 
“You could apologize and save yourself some pain,” You taunted.
 
 
I lifted my head slightly, blood still rushing through my ears, and momentarily considered the option. I knew there were times when my stubborn pride didn’t serve me well, but I collapsed into my righteous indignation anyways. Again, your voice interrupted my thoughts,
 
 
“Is there something you would like to say to me?”
 
 
 
Your superior tone set me off and I spit the words out acidly,
 
 
Not sorry!” I stated emphatically.
 
 
I didn’t get the words out before you cracked the hard plastic across my ass repeatedly, landing it faster and harder against my bare cheeks. I squirmed and kicked vehemently, fighting for control, but was rapidly losing the battle. Then you paused to still my legs and brought the opener up between my thighs, raking it lightly over my hot pussy lips while you spoke,
 
 
“I know that you think you’re ‘tough girl’ but you’re really just my Lil Bit.”
 
 
It wasn’t a question. It was a statement that was filled with affection. Your voice gripped my heart and twisted.
 
 
“You know better than to behave like that. Don’t you?”
 
 
Emotions assailed and I went to war with myself. You dropped the opener and rubbed my fiery ass cheeks, running your fingers over me teasingly, while you watched me do battle with my internal dilemma. After a long moment, I finally began to let go of my stubbornness and tried to speak.
 
 
“Y… ye…s,” I stammered.”
 
 
You moved your fingers lower to run them up and down the insides of my thighs. The searing heat of your touch scorched me and I was suddenly filled with white-hot need. Then one finger grazed my womanhood, exposing my innermost secrets. You parted me with two fingers while a third searched out my aching clit, knowing just how to unlock all of my darkest, wanton desires.
 
 
I wasn’t prepared for the fire you started in me and I went up on toes to squirm away, but you would have none of it. Your strong arm encircled me, as two fingers found the entrance to my every pleasure, pulling me back down as you drove them into me.
 
 
I was overcome; too filled with my renewed love for you, too lost in letting go of the cause I had been hell-bent on, too far gone to fight you, or me, anymore. Then you stopped abruptly and a small, strangled cry escaped me,
 
 
“Nooo!”
 
 
“No what?” you whispered.
 
 
“N… No… pl….ease don’t st… stop. Please,” I was nearly sobbing.
 
 
Then you gathered me into your arms and pulled me into your lap. I took a deep breath and heaved a sigh of relief, as I rested my head on your shoulder and curled around you. I drank in the assurance that I never failed to find in you and finally whispered in your ear,
 
 
“I’m sorry, baby.”
 
 
Then you lifted my chin until our eyes met and softly said,
 
 
“I know you are, my Lil Bit.”
 
 
We searched each other’s eyes for the longest time. There was no trace of anger or unresolved feelings there, just a deeper love than I had ever felt before.
 
 
Neither one of us had realized how late it had gotten, so you placed me beside you to move. As you stood I reached for the lamp, but you stayed my hand and whispered,
 
 
“Wait.”
 
 
You went to the kitchen and I let myself reflect on the day. When you returned with candles, I was making every effort to stifle my laughter. You turned to ask me what was so funny, but I looked at your face and burst into hysterics while I tried to explain,
 
 
“You! You should have seen yourself!” I howled!
 
 
“Just what are you talking about, darling?” You were obviously perplexed but prepared, with your hand poised over the hairbrush.
 
 
“You! This morning! All pissed off and spitting out pillow feathers!”
 
 
 
 
 
I grabbed my sides, laughing uncontrollably, and toppled off the couch. Then you grabbed a couch pillow and swatted me with it until your laughter joined with mine. Finally, we released the day’s tension and you lay down next to me, right there on the carpet.
 
 
We made intense, primal, primitive love all night, rolling and writhing in each other’s arms, both of us completely lost in each other; in the give and take, in the reaffirmation of the deeply profound love that we have and share, together. Only you… Only me… Only us…
 
 
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Thursday Thrills, 3/14/2013: Half A World Away

Thursday Thrills 3/14/2013

Thursday ThrillsThis is a 100 – 1000 word challenge that you should accept as an opportunity to free write. No excerpts from published work or works-in-progress – Give your brain a workout.

Half A World Away

Piccadily Circus - the Times Square of London.

Ava knew that he was surrounded by photos he had enlarged to grace the elegant walls of his home. He had been to everyplace she could see in the paintings and pictures behind him. She also knew there were scads of women who would kill to be his girlfriend, his lover, or even just the recipient of his attention for a short while. Most of all, Ava knew she was one of the many… but, perhaps, a special one to Master Kane.

They used Skype almost every night. Though he was half a world away, she wanted to know everything about the personal world he lived in, and wished to re-experience Piccadilly and its shops with him. Once, he had lifted the camera to show her the view from his window. The neon signs and lights had her mesmerized, and longing to be there.

They met at Shaftesbury Monument Memorial Fountain. She was unaware that she was the subject of several photos he took that day, and had no clue about what he longed to do to her then and there. He had mailed her the photos just today; their one year anniversary of meeting.

They met when Ava was in Westminster on vacation. While she had always known that her’s was a submissive nature, she knew nothing of the BDSM world. Over the past year, Master Kane had shown, and taken Ava to, places she had never dreamed existed, but the place she liked best was in his arms. Still, she admitted to herself that subspace had been one worth revisiting over and over as well.

Though he had introduced himself as Dillon Kane, he was Master since their first night together. He had made it clear that theirs would be a Dominant/submissive relationship. She definitely hadn’t expected to be wearing his collar, but he had collared her in their first week together. Ava was fascinated by all of it, her surroundings, the sounds and smells, every emotion he awakened in her, until she had made the mistake of calling him Dillon.

He had arched one brow, ordered her over his knee, and hiked up her skirt without ceremony. Then he grabbed her red, plastic hairbrush and spanked her until her bottom nearly matched the hairbrush. Even as tears fell, Ava was filled with a heat that rushed from her cheeks to her center, making her beg for orgasm.

Master Kane had toyed with her then, dragging the flat side of the brush over her burning ass cheeks, making her wait and wonder while he asked,

“What do you call me, sub?”

“Master,” she whimpered, “Master Kane!”

Slowly he caressed the inside of her thighs until his fingers found her wetness. He drove his fingers into her with one hand, while the other smacked her red cheeks hard with the brush. Then he wound an arm around her waist to bring her down from tiptoes as he drove into her tightness more deeply. Finally, he scooped her up into his arms and carried her to the bed. They made passionate, incredible love all night long.

Ava sighed, picturing the disappointment she had seen in his eyes that night. She set up her camera and adjusted the Skype settings, knowing that she would give anything to even just have that single night back again.

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