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WRITING - I discover so much more about myself with him...
🕑 Added 2020-12-17 22:34:52 +0000 UTCHey girls, wanted to share one of the first little shorts I wrote a couple of years ago. X
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Just as the tension reaches a high point, he lets the tea towel he was holding drop onto the island worktop, before looking outside to the swimming pool. The air is still warm but a gentle wind spreads over the ground as the evening softly speaks her opening words. He walks over to the tall windows, deliberately taking his time and eases them open, propping them apart with a couple of loafers. The air fills the vacuum and brushes its way past me inside, seeking out the new territory.
I haven’t really paid attention to the pool yet. He presses a switch on the wall and all of a sudden a symphony of lights start to dance in the sky, the tiling comes into view and the beautifully azure water beckons to me with a hypnotic quality. It feels like an out-of-body experience seeing it for the first time underneath the lights, it is one of the most luxurious pools I have ever seen in my life, not big per se, but with an aesthetic and design that shows how much attention to detail he has put into it. Overhead, in the background of the dazzling lights are some palm trees, they move in a synchronous motion with the wind and seem to take on a life of their own. Breaking the silence, he chimes in.
“I’m going for a quick dip. You can admire me or join me, your choice. You brought your bikini right?”
Of course I hadn’t brought my bikini. And I was really regretting it right about now. I give him a bemused look and laugh slightly, his joke was a needed respite to the intense shouting of just a few minutes ago. He smiles back and strolls outside beginning to unbutton his shirt. My ears prick up as I hear the top button undone and then the second to top, then more buttons. Moving in the direction of the open windows I stay just slightly inside to watch, mesmerised by his actions and I dig the heels he had given me into the hardwood floor.
Unfurling the shirt, he reveals his arms first, they were sharply chiselled, acute angles bouncing the light off them, with symmetrical definition, like a Roman god. I don’t blink. His chest bulges out, with a solid appearance, his pecs taut and hard, they could have been carved from granite. But then he reveals his stomach. His abs are as I had remembered in my dreams, with a smooth-cut V running down to the line of his underwear, an immaculate trail leading to his...private parts, teasing me with its shape and size.
The shirt goes onto a sundeck chair and he unbuckles his belt to gradually remove his tight jeans. His legs are muscular too, with some thick lines showing his quads and thighs. Trying hard not to look directly, I can make out the tempting outline in his boxer shorts. It hangs magnificently from his tight body and his whole presence and physique are powerfully, deliciously erotic to me. Clasping my neck, I shuffle my heels and wait for his next move. In an unexpected change of momentum he takes a running start and jumps into the pool with his shorts on, the splashes nearly reaching me but thankfully I moved my body in time.
“Hey give me some warning.” I yell, giggling like a schoolgirl.
Ignoring me he starts to do some basic strokes and front crawl. His body shifting in a fluid way through the water, in a clear rhythm as I hear his breaths for air between strokes. When he reaches one end he front rolls and resurfaces with his blonde hair washed over his face. The chlorine doesn’t seem to affect his eyes and he looks like he can swim all night long. The jagged lines of his body cut against the soft surface of the water as he glides almost effortlessly through the length of the pool.
I moisten my dry lips and carefully take the heels he had given me off, my feet reacting well to the cool breeze. I remove my necklace, with my favourite pendant on and place it on the kitchen counter before untying the bun in my hair and allowing it to flow downwards, covering part of my face and dropping to below my breasts. Noticing my actions, he looks up and stops halfway through his length, not saying a word, he watches me from the centre of the pool, intent to make me heed his attention. He breathe lightly as I teased him with a strip of my own.
Walking out into the evening, I untangle the top of the red cocktail dress and slip it past my shoulders, the soft fabric falling effortlessly off me. Keeping my head turned towards him, I let the dress fall to my feet revealing my black lingerie, my thong grabbing tightly at my inner thighs and my bra propping my breasts up for him to admire. In the pool he doesn’t move, the water toppling off his chest and broad shoulders as he slicks his blonde hair back out of his eyelashes to get a better look at me. The ground stays still beneath me as I’m glued to the spot and I run my hands ever so deliberately over my arms and neck.
“Don’t take too long, the paparazzi might see you.” A gasp leaves me as I cover up my almost naked figure and try to hide in some nearby shadow. For a second I thought he was serious and then my brain tells me off for being so stupid. Putting my hands on my hips I look at him with a bemused pose, he shrugs his shoulders and boulders towards the deep end, the strokes cracking the water one at a time.
Watching my steps I point my toes towards the shallow end and dip them in, testing the surface, before plunging. The water is crisp and light, protecting me and urging me forward, I run my hands through the long rows of hair as I surface and anchor myself against the wall of the shallow end.
The wind sweeps through the palms ushering in a new serenity to our settings. Flexing my limbs as the first droplets from the pool fall off my wired frame, I look to the deep end, imagining him there, muscular, controlling, locked into my body and mind. He finishes his breaststroke and rises out of the water where I thought he would, clinging to the sides and catching some of his breath. Turning around he sees me watching him and spreads his arms across the edge like he is relaxing in a jacuzzi, almost daring me to keep looking.
I do some lengths of my own, remembering my front crawl from high school. Chopping the waves around me, I feel him breeze past me in the opposite direction at an even faster rate. Onto my second length, I feel him go past with a few more seconds to spare and until I hit the tenth length and called it quits, he laps me twice. We’ve ended up on opposite sides of the pool, once again he was moored at the deep end, surveying everything like a lighthouse in a storm and I rest my back against the wall at the shallow end.
We don’t say a word. We don’t have to. Daniel swims towards me, taking his time until he can walk upright. And then he switches to walking. His arms billow out with the muscles bulging at right angles, his traps and back muscles like huge wings containing the rest of his body, his lean hulking shape blocking out some of the light and as he reaches the shallowest parts, his shorts begin to show. I could see it through the water, his sex was firmly erect, the full outline coming through for me to lavish. The moment suspends as he presses against me and lifts me rapidly in his lap, I can feel his rigid girth against my thigh and he begins to kiss me passionately.
His lips coarse quickly over my skin, their texture bringing my senses to unparalleled heights. I moan as he let his hands explore my body, ripping my bra off to reveal my exposed breasts, my nipples are rock hard and he laces his tongue across them sparing no part of me. Under the water his other hand moves across my torso and I flex, moaning again, falling under his will. I kiss him back just as passionately and bury my tongue inside his mouth as far as I can, my stomach fluttering with the tension pouring out of every nerve.
Without warning he pulls my thong off, leaving me naked under the water. It runs between my legs, adding to the wetness that is already there. Placing one hand on my throat, he runs his hand over and over, down my body and into the waters below, teasing me, I start calling louder and louder for him. Wrapping his hand entirely around my throat, he guides his finger up my leg, letting the moisture meet his tip first. Staring me into my eyes, he holds me for five seconds before inserting his fingers inside me as far as he pleases. A small shout of pleasure comes to me, as he keeps eye contact with me, working his fingers against the soft water, letting me beg for his stiff cock waiting just below. Maintaining a steady pace, my breaths grow shorter, my face reddens to a bloody shade and he squeezes his grip on my neck harder like a vice before slapping me.
His rooting fingers make a come hither motion inside me, he fills me up further and further as I felt myself beginning to cum. Holding his body closer to mine, he goes faster and faster and deeper and harder until I throb down there, my clitoris expands and a cascade of fluid leaves me. For about ten seconds, my vision goes black as he slaps me with more aggression than the first time and as the vibrations between my legs stop, he pushes my mouth together and addresses me firmly.
“You enjoyed that too much didn’t you?”
I nodded. “Yes sir. Have I been a bad girl today sir?”
“Punishment before pleasure. That’s the way it has to be.”
Lifting me up in one swift motion, he moves me to another side of the pool, I held onto his back firmly as he strides against the tide.
“Get on the edge, on all fours, now.”
I do as I am told. My body is distinctly colder after being in the pool. But the warmth between my legs spreads down to my ankles. I want to take him in my hand and stroke his enormous cock until he releases his essence all over me, all over my delicate flower, but I have to wait for his instruction. My breath shortens and my heartbeat races as I anticipate what he has planned for me.
“You keep your eyes closed for all of this, do you understand?”
I nod arching my back further. He climbs out of the pool and positions himself alongside me, kneeling up. Closing my eyes I await my punishment. His hands recline along my back and massage my cheeks, he gently slaps both sides and spreads his hands further, before moving one to my mouth to cover it.
Suddenly from nowhere, he lets an almighty thwack crash down onto my left cheek. I yelp a little. My inner leg glistening with what he makes me do. Another hit, this one harder on the other cheek followed by a soft kiss on my lower back. Waiting another agonising ten seconds, I clench my teeth and hold my hands together expecting the next one. Another one, I feel the soreness come on, he was doing whatever he wanted with me because I had been a bad girl. I don’t get fucked until I learn how to behave for him. He hits me harder and I squeal with his hand containing the worst of the noise, clamped against my mouth. The sweat drips off my body into the pool below, my vision starts blurring again as the hits merge into each other and I start screaming against his fist. The final blow leaves me bruised and I lose my breath as he makes me shudder again, my legs shaking and him stroking me tenderly down there, letting me catch some oxygen as I make his fingers sticky.
“Good girl. Just know there’s much worse I can do if you misbehave again.” I grin and run my tongue on my lips biting my teeth down, drawing a small amount of blood. He hoists me back down to the shallow end and straddles on top of me, his heavenly figure leans all the way onto me as we kiss hungrily and I feel his heart pounding against my chest.
He stands up and flings his boxers down over his giant shaft. Pinning my hands above my head he slides his majestic power inside of me and my eyes roll back inside my head as he starts gradually grinding his hips against me, his athletic frame providing the taunting visual. Pinning my legs onto his shoulders he builds up a furious intensity, pounding me ferociously as I let out more cries into the night, our slippy bodies colliding and squirming over each other. Smashing against me violently, he never lets up his energy as my arms are held prisoner under him and I start to arrive up to that peak again.
“Oh god. Please Daniel, please, I can’t stop…”
I cum again, my clitoris erupting in a thousand short bursts. My screams reverberate across the surrounding villas. I don’t care if people are watching and listening, let them. I was a complete mess, he owns me, he is my authority, he had loosened me of all my will, I was his. Stroking my face, he glides his cock over my torso, against my breasts and towards my eager mouth. I devour him whole, flicking my tongue against his sex, lapping up the first spurts of his energy.
Penetrating my throat, I felt him so big and far within me, I grab his hips and run my hands on his steel-like abs as he begins to exude his own satisfaction, gripping my hair harshly, instructing me to consume more of him. I can’t contain myself and taste every inch of him. Jumping back onto his lap, I steady myself and we both lean backwards watching our slick bodies mesh together. I hold on for dear life as I gyrate my hips, angling his sex further into me, I was completely full with him.
Suddenly, he carries me to the deep end of the pool, I feel his shaft inside me every step of the way, jolting my nerves and exploding my senses. As we entwine at the edge of the pool, I straddle him and begin to ride his pulsing erection, allowing the sensation to travel over every element in my body.
The momentum builds up, the water splashing around us, our sounds echoing out for miles around. My face grows red again as a thunderous orgasm starts to form within me. Daniel starts breathing harder as well, his chest flexing and his abs becoming more tense than they already were. I draw my words out.
“I love you Daniel. I’m yours.”
As I stare into his eyes, exchanging our breath, I buck my hips and we cum together in a sweet and prolonged spasm. He moans loudly and convulses several times as I try to bear my own climax, my legs stiffen uncontrollably in the water and my body is shaking. We both crawl onto the land and I collapse in his chest, holding him tightly as he wraps his arms around me and kisses my lips. The moonlight falls onto our faces and the air hums, but everything else was still for miles around as the palm trees looked down upon our exhausted bodies.
Comments
Marissa Dizon Myers
I plan on sharing my favorite audios with my hubby….he is an intellectual, and a quick learner. I just found out he read a book about being Dom and I am so turned on!
christine t
You should write a how to manual for men that just dont know. They think they know....but they just don’t lol. I’ve tried. I’ve been direct. But ultimately its intimidating or just frustrating. 🤷🏼♀️
