Miss K and I have always shared a love of music. Often during our time apart we shared songs with each other to convey how we felt. She has broadened my horizons,a nd I'd like to think I've done the same for her.
**Even if I do give her endless shit for her love of whiny lesbian music.**
Our playlist accumulated over the years has become priceless to me. Here I share it with you in hopes you might find some real gems for yourself:
40 Dogs - Bob Schneider
Overwhelmed - Tim McMorris
The Only Exception - Paramore
Free - Zac Brown Band
Teardrop Windows - Benjamin Gibbard
That Was a Crazy Game of Poker - O.A.R.
Holiday in Spain (Live) - Counting Crows
Could it be Another Change? - The Samples
Asleep - The Smiths
Charlie's Last Letter - Michael Brook
Forever Young - Alphaville
Power Windows - Billy Falcon
No Souvenirs - Melissa Etheridge <-- whiny lesbian music alert
Stereo Hearts - Gym Class Heroes
Someone Like You - ADELE
Rolling in the Deep - ADELE
Lazy Eye - Silversun Pickups
Just the Way You Are - Bruno Mars
Somebody That I Used to Know - Gotye
Drive By - Train
Good Life - One Republic
Toes - Zac Brown Band
I Can't Make You Love Me (Live) - ADELE
The Man Who Can't Be Moved - Script
Breakeven - Script
I'll Be - Edwin McCain
You and I Both - Jason Mraz
Just a Feeling - Maroon 5
Something Good Can Work - Two Door Cinema Club
Love the Way You Lie - Eminem
Gold Guns Girls - Metric
Pumped Up Kicks - Foster the People
It's What I Want - Royksopp
The Scientist - Coldplay
Hotel Paper - Michelle Branch
Midnight City - M83
Gravity - Sara Bareilles
Hallelujah - Jeff Buckley
Never Say Never - The Fray
Desperado - The Eagles
Jar of Hearts - Christina Perri
The Woman I Love - Jason Mraz
I Won't Give Up - Jason Mraz
She's Always a Woman - Billy Joel
Wide Awake - Katy Perry
People Are Crazy - Billy Currington
Simple Song - The Shins
Still - Matt Nathanson
Come on Get Higher - Matt Nathanson
Your Body is a Wonderland - John Mayer
Foolish Games - Jewel
Magic - Colbie Callait
Never Gonna Leave This Bed - Maroon 5
Lover Lay Down - Dave Matthews Band
Crash Into Me - Dave Matthews Band
Say Goodbye - Dave Matthews Band
Better - K'naan
With or Without You - U2
That's all I can think of for now... I'm sure Miss K could point out many more (in her sweet look of disgust) I've missed. I'll return to this post and update as I recall more.
-- King IV
Sunday, August 18, 2013
The Cabin
I thought I might never see her again...
It was a moment of decision like I hadn't felt in a long time. Miss K had made the decision to move to Boston on a temporary assignment. I was so proud of her. I knew it was going to take her even farther away from me. She was giving me another chance. It was now or... I was on the ferry headed home... I told myself, "If there is still a ticket available, it's destiny. Buy it. Catch the next boat back, and get on the plane." So I did. I texted her to let her know. She was stunned. So, too, was I. But, I had done it and it felt so right. I literally had nothing but the clothes on my back. Dutifully, Miss K went out and bought me the bare essentials and made plans to use her parent's cabin.
I landed having rarely felt so good. I walked out of the terminal to see her standing next to her car (just exactly how I knew she would be). We collapsed into each other's arms. She wept uncontrollably for a long while... and then we kissed. A long, wet, passionate kiss. Her smell penetrated every fiber of me. It felt so good. I was so happy. And, she was, too.
I made to walk around the car, and she asked, "Are you sure you want to drive? You've had such a long day". Keep in mind I landed at midnight, and we still had a three hour drive ahead of us. I just gave her that look... and my precious pet knew. I drive. I am her chauffeur.
We headed out on the road. I slid my hand down between her thighs like I always do, and how she always insists that I do. In fact, she gets rather upset when I don't. I think we could drive the whole way around the world with me holding onto her thigh... never moving once. Not sexual. Just tender affection.
Once her disbelief that I was actually there wore, my chatty little Miss K came back to life. Bubbly banter ensued and her voice was music to my ears... even though I was so smitten I probably didn't hear more than 1 in 10 words she said.
I had become accustomed to lots of road head with Miss K, yet she never made the move to serve me. For once I didn't mind (although I was curious). I was just happy to be with her.
The drive was amazing. We just talked. Reminiscing all along the way.
We arrived at the cabin very late. She gave me the nickel tour, and I finally couldn't take it anymore. I grabbed her and backed her into a corner. What transpired was probably one of the most passionate kisses we ever shared. We were still fully clothed, and it was all the better. We ran our hands all over each other, and the sensation was indescribable. Finally, she'd had enough. She grabbed my hand and led me to our bedroom. It was time. I watched her strip down in front of me. There is no sight in this world than seeing Miss K undress. So elegant. So cute. Revealing God's gift to this world.
She climbed into bed after showing me the clothes she had purchased for me. I took a few minutes to examine my bag of toys... but on this night, I didn't want any toys. I just wanted to feel her next to me. I stripped down and slid into bed next to her. She was so soft and warm... and ready to be taken by her King. I rolled on top of her. Perfect fit beneath me... as always. We rubbed on each other for a while, and it wasn't long before her hips told me it was time to take her. She was the most amazing hips. By this time my cock was completely engorged... but, I was also an emotional mess. I knew I had missed her terribly, but for once I was unprepared for the emotional dam to break like it did. I rocked back and made ready to slide into her boiling pussy... her hands already curled under my arms... her legs pulled up just the way I like... the way I taught her.
I could feel the tears starting to well in my eyes as I slid into her perfect flower. I fought them back. She's not allowed to see her King out of control. We made love for well over an hour. Not rough. Not gymnastic. Just slow, sweet passionate love. We both came twice, leaving our usual incredible puddle. I rolled off and she immediately cuddled in close to me as she always does. The smell of her hair was pure bliss.
We slept well into the next morning. It was a lovely clear morning. She mounted me for a good morning fuck as she knows (and loves) to do. Afterward she made me a cup of coffee and after a quick trip to the store, she made a lovely breakfast as we chatted and watched our favorite show, SportsCenter.
A little while later, we packed a cooler and headed to the pool. I'm rather fairly complected (understatement), so it was so amazing the way she dutifully applied sunscreen over my body... We hung out at the pool for several hours sun-bathing and playing in the water together. I love the way she wrapped herself around me... even if I heard, "Honey, let's be mindful of the kids" a few too many times for my liking. I'm sorry, but Miss K in a bikini is simply too much to take!
After the pool, we got cleaned up and headed back to the cabin. I sat down on the couch and told her come over. I told her it was time. She knew what I meant. She knew she had it coming. She obediently laid across my lap... her perfect ass across my thighs. I started to massage her butt cheeks and then commenced her spanking. I started soft eventually increasing my force until she was writhing in pain... and dripping wet. Another couch of her mother's desecrated... Finally, it was time to head out to the club for a very nice dinner. She looked so beautiful. We held hands. I felt so good. I was so happy. We had a nice bottle of wine at dinner after which Miss K noted, "I'm feeling kinda tipsy, Love". Music to my ears. I got her home, and then it was play time. I stripped her down and grabbed her collar and leash... we went to the living room and I watched the late night SportsCenter while she worshiped my cock. Then, I led her back down the hall by her leash and found my crop. I proceeded to give her quite the beating... at least so I thought... until the next morning when she confided in me that she wanted more. I privately told myself that would never happen again. After her beating, we fucked like teenagers until we were so exhausted we fell asleep. I was so happy.
The next morning Miss K woke me up with her usual morning ride. Then she bounced out of bed and had my coffee ready before I got to the kitchen. I don't know how she does it. After she served us another lovely breakfast, we tidied the cabin for departure. But, as we were making our final pack, I found her in the bathroom. The sight of Miss K from behind is something to behold. The young lion conjured the primal growl, and I knew I had to take her. I came up behind her and placed my hands on her hips and then moved them up her sides and onto her amazingly perky breasts. After I knew she knew what was about to happen, I slid my hands down and dropped her shorts and thong. I felt her position her hips for me, and soon I was insider her boiling cunt. I filled my hand with her thick mane... my other hand on her hip just next to her tattoo. Several powerful thrusts later she was full of my seed. Just the way I like. I pulled out and watched my cum drip down her leg. Beautiful.
I gave her a towel and a nice pat on the ass. It was time to go.
We enjoyed another completely platonic and totally entertaining drive back to the city, and after a nice lunch, I drove us back to the airport. We hugged and kissed knowing things were coming back together.
Now, I may never see her again... I am so sad.
It was a moment of decision like I hadn't felt in a long time. Miss K had made the decision to move to Boston on a temporary assignment. I was so proud of her. I knew it was going to take her even farther away from me. She was giving me another chance. It was now or... I was on the ferry headed home... I told myself, "If there is still a ticket available, it's destiny. Buy it. Catch the next boat back, and get on the plane." So I did. I texted her to let her know. She was stunned. So, too, was I. But, I had done it and it felt so right. I literally had nothing but the clothes on my back. Dutifully, Miss K went out and bought me the bare essentials and made plans to use her parent's cabin.
I landed having rarely felt so good. I walked out of the terminal to see her standing next to her car (just exactly how I knew she would be). We collapsed into each other's arms. She wept uncontrollably for a long while... and then we kissed. A long, wet, passionate kiss. Her smell penetrated every fiber of me. It felt so good. I was so happy. And, she was, too.
I made to walk around the car, and she asked, "Are you sure you want to drive? You've had such a long day". Keep in mind I landed at midnight, and we still had a three hour drive ahead of us. I just gave her that look... and my precious pet knew. I drive. I am her chauffeur.
We headed out on the road. I slid my hand down between her thighs like I always do, and how she always insists that I do. In fact, she gets rather upset when I don't. I think we could drive the whole way around the world with me holding onto her thigh... never moving once. Not sexual. Just tender affection.
Once her disbelief that I was actually there wore, my chatty little Miss K came back to life. Bubbly banter ensued and her voice was music to my ears... even though I was so smitten I probably didn't hear more than 1 in 10 words she said.
I had become accustomed to lots of road head with Miss K, yet she never made the move to serve me. For once I didn't mind (although I was curious). I was just happy to be with her.
The drive was amazing. We just talked. Reminiscing all along the way.
We arrived at the cabin very late. She gave me the nickel tour, and I finally couldn't take it anymore. I grabbed her and backed her into a corner. What transpired was probably one of the most passionate kisses we ever shared. We were still fully clothed, and it was all the better. We ran our hands all over each other, and the sensation was indescribable. Finally, she'd had enough. She grabbed my hand and led me to our bedroom. It was time. I watched her strip down in front of me. There is no sight in this world than seeing Miss K undress. So elegant. So cute. Revealing God's gift to this world.
She climbed into bed after showing me the clothes she had purchased for me. I took a few minutes to examine my bag of toys... but on this night, I didn't want any toys. I just wanted to feel her next to me. I stripped down and slid into bed next to her. She was so soft and warm... and ready to be taken by her King. I rolled on top of her. Perfect fit beneath me... as always. We rubbed on each other for a while, and it wasn't long before her hips told me it was time to take her. She was the most amazing hips. By this time my cock was completely engorged... but, I was also an emotional mess. I knew I had missed her terribly, but for once I was unprepared for the emotional dam to break like it did. I rocked back and made ready to slide into her boiling pussy... her hands already curled under my arms... her legs pulled up just the way I like... the way I taught her.
I could feel the tears starting to well in my eyes as I slid into her perfect flower. I fought them back. She's not allowed to see her King out of control. We made love for well over an hour. Not rough. Not gymnastic. Just slow, sweet passionate love. We both came twice, leaving our usual incredible puddle. I rolled off and she immediately cuddled in close to me as she always does. The smell of her hair was pure bliss.
We slept well into the next morning. It was a lovely clear morning. She mounted me for a good morning fuck as she knows (and loves) to do. Afterward she made me a cup of coffee and after a quick trip to the store, she made a lovely breakfast as we chatted and watched our favorite show, SportsCenter.
A little while later, we packed a cooler and headed to the pool. I'm rather fairly complected (understatement), so it was so amazing the way she dutifully applied sunscreen over my body... We hung out at the pool for several hours sun-bathing and playing in the water together. I love the way she wrapped herself around me... even if I heard, "Honey, let's be mindful of the kids" a few too many times for my liking. I'm sorry, but Miss K in a bikini is simply too much to take!
After the pool, we got cleaned up and headed back to the cabin. I sat down on the couch and told her come over. I told her it was time. She knew what I meant. She knew she had it coming. She obediently laid across my lap... her perfect ass across my thighs. I started to massage her butt cheeks and then commenced her spanking. I started soft eventually increasing my force until she was writhing in pain... and dripping wet. Another couch of her mother's desecrated... Finally, it was time to head out to the club for a very nice dinner. She looked so beautiful. We held hands. I felt so good. I was so happy. We had a nice bottle of wine at dinner after which Miss K noted, "I'm feeling kinda tipsy, Love". Music to my ears. I got her home, and then it was play time. I stripped her down and grabbed her collar and leash... we went to the living room and I watched the late night SportsCenter while she worshiped my cock. Then, I led her back down the hall by her leash and found my crop. I proceeded to give her quite the beating... at least so I thought... until the next morning when she confided in me that she wanted more. I privately told myself that would never happen again. After her beating, we fucked like teenagers until we were so exhausted we fell asleep. I was so happy.
The next morning Miss K woke me up with her usual morning ride. Then she bounced out of bed and had my coffee ready before I got to the kitchen. I don't know how she does it. After she served us another lovely breakfast, we tidied the cabin for departure. But, as we were making our final pack, I found her in the bathroom. The sight of Miss K from behind is something to behold. The young lion conjured the primal growl, and I knew I had to take her. I came up behind her and placed my hands on her hips and then moved them up her sides and onto her amazingly perky breasts. After I knew she knew what was about to happen, I slid my hands down and dropped her shorts and thong. I felt her position her hips for me, and soon I was insider her boiling cunt. I filled my hand with her thick mane... my other hand on her hip just next to her tattoo. Several powerful thrusts later she was full of my seed. Just the way I like. I pulled out and watched my cum drip down her leg. Beautiful.
I gave her a towel and a nice pat on the ass. It was time to go.
We enjoyed another completely platonic and totally entertaining drive back to the city, and after a nice lunch, I drove us back to the airport. We hugged and kissed knowing things were coming back together.
Now, I may never see her again... I am so sad.
18 years later 36 hours of bliss...
I have mentioned how Miss K and I fell in love as young teenagers, and how we found each other again after 18 years, but I've never written about our reunion. I'm not sure I can conjure the words to accurately describe the experience, but I will try...
We had been talking for three months, and I was preparing to head out on a 10 day hunting trip with my father. Things had come to a bit of a climax between us. We desperately wanted to see each other, so I asked Miss K to come see me after I returned. After some trepidation, she agreed and booked a ticket. I was completely beside myself. Scared. Excited.
I left on my trip, but about half-way through it I found myself missing her so much, I needed to hear her voice. So, I left camp and walked into the nearest dinky little town to by a phone card. I called her. Her voice was the sweetest thing you ever heard. We talked until my card was almost done. It was such a great feeling.
I returned from my trip, but there were still 3 agonizing weeks until her visit. We chatted via social media and text quite liberally. Eventually, she relented and purchased a camera for her laptop so we could Skype. I'll never forget the first time her live image came over the camera. I literally wept. We proceeded to Skype during the final days leading up to her visit... most memorably watching a Stanley Cup Finals game together, which much to my chagrin my team lost (and her team won). But, it's still an experience I'll never forget.
Finally, it was the day of her arrival. I was in knots. I finished up my work for the day and headed down to the ferry terminal to meet her. I knew exactly what she looked like, but I was still afraid to miss her. I stood there on the entrance to the platform waiting for my precious princess. After what seemed like an eternity, I saw this brunette goddess round the corner... hips swinging so naturally and perfectly. She wore aviator shades, a white top, blue jeans, UGGS (which I still give her shit for to this day), and her bag slung over her shoulder. We locked eyes at the same moment and both broke out into our notoriously over-large smiles. If we'd ever had kids together, I think our kids could have won Guinness Book of World Record smiles. She ran into my arms and hugged me with such ferocity it caught me a little off guard. I was so emotional I was shaking. Blissfully happy we headed to the car and home.
When we arrived home, we quickly settled her belongings and embraced in a huge hug. I wanted to kiss her so badly. It had been so long. Our hug lasted forever. It was awesome. Eventually, I mustered the courage to kiss her. To my great astonishment, dismay, and fear, she avoided my kiss... briefly. Then, we fell into one of our patented long, wet, deep, slow, physical kisses. It was long overdue, and far more amazing than I anticipated. After a good old fashioned teenage make-out session, we broke it off... being sweaty from work I told her I was going to hop in the shower. I don't know why this next part surprises me, but it still does. Miss K followed me into the bathroom and watched me undress. Then she watched as I let the water heat up and stepped in. A few seconds later I stood there watching her undress through the glass. Before I knew it she was in the shower with me. Never once, not even after 18 years, did we feel any hint of modesty or shyness around each other. It's like we'd never been apart. I didn't want the first time we fucked after 18 years to be in the shower, so I made her settle for some soapy groping and making out.
Miss K had said previously that we were not allowed to have sex until after dinner. At first this didn't seem like a big deal... that is until we stepped out of the shower. As we dried each other off, I knew I couldn't wait any longer. I hung up our towels and walked her over to the bed. I could tell she wanted to struggle... after all she made the rule... but, couldn't make herself put up the fight to stop me. I laid her down on the bed and did something I had done MANY times before, but not once in nearly two decades. I climbed on top of her. When we were younger Miss K preferred to be on top... she's kind of a control freak... plus since I really had no idea what I was doing, it just worked better. Not this time. I spread her legs nice and wide kneeling above her and then laid down on her chest. Her clit was hot and swollen. I knew it was time. I gently positioned myself, felt her shift her hips like she always does and slid into her. It was like Homecoming. I had those "guy nerves" going, which means I was in a particularly high-stamina state. We fucked like teenagers for two straight hours. Non-stop. Taking turns between missionary and cowgirl. She literally had 4 orgasms during that first session. Our bed was soaked. She could barely walk. It was time to get something to eat. It was going to be a long night.
After a couple glasses of wine, we settled in downstairs on the couch to watch a movie. A big puffy, soft couch. I told her to lie down and then I grabbed her feet and started massaging them. Cracking her toes. She has the cutest little feet and toes you have ever seen. I thought she was going to orgasm again right there. She didn't, but her moaning and whimpering reaction to the massage really turned me on. Soon my hands were undressing her... signaling to her it was time to fuck. As we stood up, I pushed her gently onto her knees on the couch making her present her ass to me. I had never fucked Miss K from behind, but that was about to change. By nowI was really starting to feel aggressive, and I could sense her response... She was hot already again. I slid into her effortlessly. Grabbing her hips in both hands, I gently started my long, deep thrusts. She groaned with every repetition. I reached around to check her clit. Swollen. Hot. I played with it for a bit re-familiarizing myself with her little responses. Then, it was time. I grabbed both hips, put one leg up on the couch for leverage, and starting POUNDING her. And, I mean POUNDING her. The force was so great she was gripping the back of the couch with all her might, and I was still knocking her off balance. She started screaming, and I started grunting loudly. Sweat pouring down my body... down her legs. At the last moment without so much as the slightest communication we both came. I was yelling. She was screaming. Body juices everywhere. We both collapsed, and shortly thereafter decided it was time for bed.
I don't know why I remember this, but I do. At precisely 3:34am I awoke. I was startled. Was she really here? I reached over. Yes, it was her. My heart jumped, and my cock instantly stood tall. I gently rolled over and started kissing my sleeping beauty softly all over her body. She awoke after a minute and rolled over onto her back. I removed the pesky pillow she always sleeps with between her legs, and asked her if I could mount her again. Even in the dark, I could see her puzzled expression. "Again?" she said, "You can go again already?" I just smiled. "I told you I've never been able to get enough of you." And, then she said, "But, of course." Now despite the fact that we'd only been together for 12 hours, already fucked for somewhere between 2-3 hours of that time, little did we know the best was yet to come. I mounted her in my customary way. She was still very wet, and I could smell our sex and taste the sweat from our previous sessions. It was like an aphrodisiac. She started moaning as I pumped on her, and then we started developing what would become our signature and almost infallible set of positions.
Miss K is a petite girl. She doesn't like it when I say that, but compared to me she's petite, and I told her she would just have to learn to live with that. What that really means is her body proportions fit perfectly, and I mean perfectly, with mine. She tucks under my chest perfectly, she fits my hips perfectly, her legs bring her up to the perfect height and are just long enough to wrap around me, and my cock fits the size of her vagina perfectly. Seriously, it's the most amazing match. Her width matches my girth. Her depth matches my length; just perfectly such that when I roll my hips into her the head of my cock rubs against her cervix.
So... sometime shortly after 3:34am I felt her slide her arms under mine as we lay in missionary position. She hooked under my armpits and placed her hands on my shoulders, her nails digging in slightly as she made to get a firmer hold on me to accommodate my thrusts and rolls. I told her to raise her knees so I could feel them high up on my sides. Instantly, she gasped as I took another inch of penetration. By now we were both sweaty messes again and our juices were making that magical sound as our bodies moved together. Then, I wanted more. I did something nobody had ever done to her before. I hooked my arms under her knees and spread her open as far as she would go. Another half-inch of penetration. Another gasp. Now I was perfectly against her clit with the base of my cock, and bumping against her cervix with the head. She started howling and convulsing as orgasm took control of her body. My thrusts and rolls kept her in orgasm for longer than I can remember. She arched her back to achieve the trifecta of placing my shaft against her g-spot, and then I finally exploded with several very loud primal growls. And, with that mind-blowing middle-of-the-night session of mad passionate love-making, our position was born.
We slept long into the morning that day. It was the first time Miss K and I had ever slept the whole night together in the same bed. It was the happiest day of my life. Even though I could see her with my own eyes, feel her with my own hands, I was still in disbelief.
We spent the rest of that day puttering about the house. Both of us in a surreal state of contentedness. It was weird. It was good. I was happy. We made love a few times when my primal urge would strike... usually triggered by watching her hips swish across the room. **Swish, Swish** **Crouch...Sneak, Sneak...Pounce** Got ya!
We had a lovely dinner and lots of great discussion and music still not believing this was my Miss K here with me in the flesh. We spent an equally passionate second night together, but you could feel our sadness sinking in as we both knew our time was winding down. Miss K had a plane to catch in the early morning, and I had a long stretch of work to start.
As I watched my beautiful princess walk into the airport terminal I was sad. I was so grateful. She really came... and came again and again... so did I.
We had been talking for three months, and I was preparing to head out on a 10 day hunting trip with my father. Things had come to a bit of a climax between us. We desperately wanted to see each other, so I asked Miss K to come see me after I returned. After some trepidation, she agreed and booked a ticket. I was completely beside myself. Scared. Excited.
I left on my trip, but about half-way through it I found myself missing her so much, I needed to hear her voice. So, I left camp and walked into the nearest dinky little town to by a phone card. I called her. Her voice was the sweetest thing you ever heard. We talked until my card was almost done. It was such a great feeling.
I returned from my trip, but there were still 3 agonizing weeks until her visit. We chatted via social media and text quite liberally. Eventually, she relented and purchased a camera for her laptop so we could Skype. I'll never forget the first time her live image came over the camera. I literally wept. We proceeded to Skype during the final days leading up to her visit... most memorably watching a Stanley Cup Finals game together, which much to my chagrin my team lost (and her team won). But, it's still an experience I'll never forget.
Finally, it was the day of her arrival. I was in knots. I finished up my work for the day and headed down to the ferry terminal to meet her. I knew exactly what she looked like, but I was still afraid to miss her. I stood there on the entrance to the platform waiting for my precious princess. After what seemed like an eternity, I saw this brunette goddess round the corner... hips swinging so naturally and perfectly. She wore aviator shades, a white top, blue jeans, UGGS (which I still give her shit for to this day), and her bag slung over her shoulder. We locked eyes at the same moment and both broke out into our notoriously over-large smiles. If we'd ever had kids together, I think our kids could have won Guinness Book of World Record smiles. She ran into my arms and hugged me with such ferocity it caught me a little off guard. I was so emotional I was shaking. Blissfully happy we headed to the car and home.
When we arrived home, we quickly settled her belongings and embraced in a huge hug. I wanted to kiss her so badly. It had been so long. Our hug lasted forever. It was awesome. Eventually, I mustered the courage to kiss her. To my great astonishment, dismay, and fear, she avoided my kiss... briefly. Then, we fell into one of our patented long, wet, deep, slow, physical kisses. It was long overdue, and far more amazing than I anticipated. After a good old fashioned teenage make-out session, we broke it off... being sweaty from work I told her I was going to hop in the shower. I don't know why this next part surprises me, but it still does. Miss K followed me into the bathroom and watched me undress. Then she watched as I let the water heat up and stepped in. A few seconds later I stood there watching her undress through the glass. Before I knew it she was in the shower with me. Never once, not even after 18 years, did we feel any hint of modesty or shyness around each other. It's like we'd never been apart. I didn't want the first time we fucked after 18 years to be in the shower, so I made her settle for some soapy groping and making out.
Miss K had said previously that we were not allowed to have sex until after dinner. At first this didn't seem like a big deal... that is until we stepped out of the shower. As we dried each other off, I knew I couldn't wait any longer. I hung up our towels and walked her over to the bed. I could tell she wanted to struggle... after all she made the rule... but, couldn't make herself put up the fight to stop me. I laid her down on the bed and did something I had done MANY times before, but not once in nearly two decades. I climbed on top of her. When we were younger Miss K preferred to be on top... she's kind of a control freak... plus since I really had no idea what I was doing, it just worked better. Not this time. I spread her legs nice and wide kneeling above her and then laid down on her chest. Her clit was hot and swollen. I knew it was time. I gently positioned myself, felt her shift her hips like she always does and slid into her. It was like Homecoming. I had those "guy nerves" going, which means I was in a particularly high-stamina state. We fucked like teenagers for two straight hours. Non-stop. Taking turns between missionary and cowgirl. She literally had 4 orgasms during that first session. Our bed was soaked. She could barely walk. It was time to get something to eat. It was going to be a long night.
After a couple glasses of wine, we settled in downstairs on the couch to watch a movie. A big puffy, soft couch. I told her to lie down and then I grabbed her feet and started massaging them. Cracking her toes. She has the cutest little feet and toes you have ever seen. I thought she was going to orgasm again right there. She didn't, but her moaning and whimpering reaction to the massage really turned me on. Soon my hands were undressing her... signaling to her it was time to fuck. As we stood up, I pushed her gently onto her knees on the couch making her present her ass to me. I had never fucked Miss K from behind, but that was about to change. By nowI was really starting to feel aggressive, and I could sense her response... She was hot already again. I slid into her effortlessly. Grabbing her hips in both hands, I gently started my long, deep thrusts. She groaned with every repetition. I reached around to check her clit. Swollen. Hot. I played with it for a bit re-familiarizing myself with her little responses. Then, it was time. I grabbed both hips, put one leg up on the couch for leverage, and starting POUNDING her. And, I mean POUNDING her. The force was so great she was gripping the back of the couch with all her might, and I was still knocking her off balance. She started screaming, and I started grunting loudly. Sweat pouring down my body... down her legs. At the last moment without so much as the slightest communication we both came. I was yelling. She was screaming. Body juices everywhere. We both collapsed, and shortly thereafter decided it was time for bed.
I don't know why I remember this, but I do. At precisely 3:34am I awoke. I was startled. Was she really here? I reached over. Yes, it was her. My heart jumped, and my cock instantly stood tall. I gently rolled over and started kissing my sleeping beauty softly all over her body. She awoke after a minute and rolled over onto her back. I removed the pesky pillow she always sleeps with between her legs, and asked her if I could mount her again. Even in the dark, I could see her puzzled expression. "Again?" she said, "You can go again already?" I just smiled. "I told you I've never been able to get enough of you." And, then she said, "But, of course." Now despite the fact that we'd only been together for 12 hours, already fucked for somewhere between 2-3 hours of that time, little did we know the best was yet to come. I mounted her in my customary way. She was still very wet, and I could smell our sex and taste the sweat from our previous sessions. It was like an aphrodisiac. She started moaning as I pumped on her, and then we started developing what would become our signature and almost infallible set of positions.
Miss K is a petite girl. She doesn't like it when I say that, but compared to me she's petite, and I told her she would just have to learn to live with that. What that really means is her body proportions fit perfectly, and I mean perfectly, with mine. She tucks under my chest perfectly, she fits my hips perfectly, her legs bring her up to the perfect height and are just long enough to wrap around me, and my cock fits the size of her vagina perfectly. Seriously, it's the most amazing match. Her width matches my girth. Her depth matches my length; just perfectly such that when I roll my hips into her the head of my cock rubs against her cervix.
So... sometime shortly after 3:34am I felt her slide her arms under mine as we lay in missionary position. She hooked under my armpits and placed her hands on my shoulders, her nails digging in slightly as she made to get a firmer hold on me to accommodate my thrusts and rolls. I told her to raise her knees so I could feel them high up on my sides. Instantly, she gasped as I took another inch of penetration. By now we were both sweaty messes again and our juices were making that magical sound as our bodies moved together. Then, I wanted more. I did something nobody had ever done to her before. I hooked my arms under her knees and spread her open as far as she would go. Another half-inch of penetration. Another gasp. Now I was perfectly against her clit with the base of my cock, and bumping against her cervix with the head. She started howling and convulsing as orgasm took control of her body. My thrusts and rolls kept her in orgasm for longer than I can remember. She arched her back to achieve the trifecta of placing my shaft against her g-spot, and then I finally exploded with several very loud primal growls. And, with that mind-blowing middle-of-the-night session of mad passionate love-making, our position was born.
We slept long into the morning that day. It was the first time Miss K and I had ever slept the whole night together in the same bed. It was the happiest day of my life. Even though I could see her with my own eyes, feel her with my own hands, I was still in disbelief.
We spent the rest of that day puttering about the house. Both of us in a surreal state of contentedness. It was weird. It was good. I was happy. We made love a few times when my primal urge would strike... usually triggered by watching her hips swish across the room. **Swish, Swish** **Crouch...Sneak, Sneak...Pounce** Got ya!
We had a lovely dinner and lots of great discussion and music still not believing this was my Miss K here with me in the flesh. We spent an equally passionate second night together, but you could feel our sadness sinking in as we both knew our time was winding down. Miss K had a plane to catch in the early morning, and I had a long stretch of work to start.
As I watched my beautiful princess walk into the airport terminal I was sad. I was so grateful. She really came... and came again and again... so did I.
The office...
I get very territorial around Miss K. She is my property, and I like to make sure she and everyone else around her knows it. One day during one of my business trips I had arranged to see her, I was feeling particularly possessive. I wanted to make sure she understood how seriously I took our D/s roles... and how much I loved her.
I made my way over to her office, which although was private, it was in a very congested area of her company. I don't visit her office much, so when I walked through the door she knew what was coming... a hint of disbelief in her eyes that I would finally fuck her in her office. I had always told her I would do it one day... and that day was finally here.
I wasn't messing around either, and she knew it.
I closed the door making sure it was locked. Then, I walked over to her. She was standing beside her desk. I spun her around so her back was to me, and grabbed her by the hips as a leaned in and started kissing the back of her neck. I whispered, "You know what I'm going to do, right?" I felt her melt in my hands as she nodded.
I made her wait as she listened to me undressing behind her... nervously shuddering as my pants hit the floor. You see, Miss K and I aren't very quiet love makers, in fact we're both quite vocal. It was going to be interesting.
Soon I slid up behind her and I was already rock hard. I reached around and unbuttoned her pants and slid them down to her ankles. Next I slid down her panties... gently kissing her perfect ass. I stood up and pressed my cock against her. She whimpered with anticipation, bent her knees, and presented her hips to me for the taking.
I've fucked Miss K so many times, I know right where she is. My cock naturally found her boiling cunt and slid in perfectly. She nearly collapsed over her desk as I slowly and deeply penetrated her with a quiet, stern force. "You are my property," I said, "and, I will do with you as I please." I kept thrusting into her. "Yes, sir, I am. I'll let you do anything to me." She was grabbing onto things now because I was really letting her have it.
Finally, my loins erupted in a blaze of fire and I exploded into her. Thrust after thrust resulting in copious ropes of cum filling her pussy. I kept pumping until I was satisfied... and spent. My legs were shaking. I had broken into a sweat. I could feel Miss K snap back to the moment reading her mind as if to say, "did this just happen?" I enjoyed a few last seconds of her inferno-like pussy and pulled out. As I did my cum started dripping down both her legs and a teaspoon-sized portion fell perfectly onto her panties.
I told her she wasn't allowed to clean up for the rest of the day. I wanted my scent on her as strong as possible. She smiled and said, "Of course. I love smelling like you." Then, she pulled up her pants, gave me a kiss, and strode out of the office.
Love, I'm feeling kinda naughty...
This is one of my favorite memories. It occurs before we found D/s, but that doesn't make it any less special.
Miss K and I had traveled to New England to visit her family. One of my dreams since I was a boy was to travel there with her. She always spoke so fondly of it, and being of English decent, I was always enamored with the area. Further, if it was part of Miss K's life, I wanted more than anything to experience it with her.
We spent the first day in Boston, and she treated me to my first (and to this point only) game at Fenway Park. It was an amazing experience. I'm a self-proclaimed semi-history buff, so the whole episode was surreal. It was a special game, too, as Red Sox Nation that day also said good-bye to Youk. Very cool. After the game, we hopped in the car and headed to her small hometown in Maine. Beautiful drive. Lot's of playtime in the car. Lovely.
We spent the next 8 days visiting with family and fixing up her grandmother's house. I love house projects like that... and there were plenty. I was also treated to a famed, traditional Maine lobster fest.
On one particular night we scheduled a dinner for ourselves at the nicest restaurant in her little home town, which I must say, for a dinky little northeastern burg, was quite nice. As we sat there with a nice bottle of wine and amazing food, the waitress serving us stopped and looked at us. After a second she smiled and simply said, "Look at you two. You guys just look like you are so in love." It was a special moment. After dinner we met up with her cousin and headed out for a few drinks.
After a funny little adventure there, which I will not elaborate on here, we poured her cousin into his house, and returned to our little half-bedroom at grandma's. By this time, I wasn't feeling much pain either... and, Miss K was her classic, adorable "tipsy" self. I crawled into bed thinking for once we both might be too drunk to shake the rafters. But, to my surprise, after Miss K finished in the bathroom, she slid into bed and mounted me. Her breath, kisses, and grinding soon had "her buddy" raring to go (even in our inebriated state). I thought she was preparing for her typical ride, but she sat up, put her hands on my chest and softly said a phrase I will never forget, "Love, I'm feeling kind of naughty..." Now, I wasn't sure how to take that, but when we get to that point, I've learned to just shut-up and go with it. I felt her reach for my cock, which she hardly ever needs to do, and begin probing with the head. Before I realized it, she was sliding my cock into her deliciously tight ass. It was AMAZING!
We had discussed interest in anal sex prior, but it was something I was not going to push. Turns out Miss K was far more curious and interested than I realized. She rode my cock in her ass for what seemed like a long time and made herself cum. I was stunned, and by then clarity of mind broke through my drunken fog. I wanted more. Lot's more. In one motion, I picked her up and rolled her onto her back, and then I let her have it. I pounded her. Hammering away at that delicious ass as she failed in her attempt to stay quiet (her parents were asleep just a few feet away across paper thin walls). I could feel her reaching climax, and timed my explosion perfectly, filling her virgin ass with far more seed than I thought I could manage in that state. She was spent. We both fell asleep for a short bit with me still in her ass. I rolled off and smiled, wondering if she would remember in the morning.
I happened to wake up before her the next morning. I slipped downstairs and took a lovely hot shower. I came back up stairs and slid into bed next to her ready to pounce again. She said I couldn't because I was "dirty down there". I told her I was already showered, and then forced her legs open and thrashed my tasty cunt in the wee dawn hours of a beautiful Maine morning. She rolled out of bed that morning with both a cunt and ass full of my seed. I was happy.
As luck would have it, Miss K thoroughly enjoyed our anal experience such that she requested it often thereafter... and, as you know from previous blog entries, asked permission to purchase a plug. She now has two plugs. And, LOVES me to cum in her ass.
My precious little anal whore... my personal creation.
Miss K and I had traveled to New England to visit her family. One of my dreams since I was a boy was to travel there with her. She always spoke so fondly of it, and being of English decent, I was always enamored with the area. Further, if it was part of Miss K's life, I wanted more than anything to experience it with her.
We spent the first day in Boston, and she treated me to my first (and to this point only) game at Fenway Park. It was an amazing experience. I'm a self-proclaimed semi-history buff, so the whole episode was surreal. It was a special game, too, as Red Sox Nation that day also said good-bye to Youk. Very cool. After the game, we hopped in the car and headed to her small hometown in Maine. Beautiful drive. Lot's of playtime in the car. Lovely.
We spent the next 8 days visiting with family and fixing up her grandmother's house. I love house projects like that... and there were plenty. I was also treated to a famed, traditional Maine lobster fest.
On one particular night we scheduled a dinner for ourselves at the nicest restaurant in her little home town, which I must say, for a dinky little northeastern burg, was quite nice. As we sat there with a nice bottle of wine and amazing food, the waitress serving us stopped and looked at us. After a second she smiled and simply said, "Look at you two. You guys just look like you are so in love." It was a special moment. After dinner we met up with her cousin and headed out for a few drinks.
After a funny little adventure there, which I will not elaborate on here, we poured her cousin into his house, and returned to our little half-bedroom at grandma's. By this time, I wasn't feeling much pain either... and, Miss K was her classic, adorable "tipsy" self. I crawled into bed thinking for once we both might be too drunk to shake the rafters. But, to my surprise, after Miss K finished in the bathroom, she slid into bed and mounted me. Her breath, kisses, and grinding soon had "her buddy" raring to go (even in our inebriated state). I thought she was preparing for her typical ride, but she sat up, put her hands on my chest and softly said a phrase I will never forget, "Love, I'm feeling kind of naughty..." Now, I wasn't sure how to take that, but when we get to that point, I've learned to just shut-up and go with it. I felt her reach for my cock, which she hardly ever needs to do, and begin probing with the head. Before I realized it, she was sliding my cock into her deliciously tight ass. It was AMAZING!
We had discussed interest in anal sex prior, but it was something I was not going to push. Turns out Miss K was far more curious and interested than I realized. She rode my cock in her ass for what seemed like a long time and made herself cum. I was stunned, and by then clarity of mind broke through my drunken fog. I wanted more. Lot's more. In one motion, I picked her up and rolled her onto her back, and then I let her have it. I pounded her. Hammering away at that delicious ass as she failed in her attempt to stay quiet (her parents were asleep just a few feet away across paper thin walls). I could feel her reaching climax, and timed my explosion perfectly, filling her virgin ass with far more seed than I thought I could manage in that state. She was spent. We both fell asleep for a short bit with me still in her ass. I rolled off and smiled, wondering if she would remember in the morning.
I happened to wake up before her the next morning. I slipped downstairs and took a lovely hot shower. I came back up stairs and slid into bed next to her ready to pounce again. She said I couldn't because I was "dirty down there". I told her I was already showered, and then forced her legs open and thrashed my tasty cunt in the wee dawn hours of a beautiful Maine morning. She rolled out of bed that morning with both a cunt and ass full of my seed. I was happy.
As luck would have it, Miss K thoroughly enjoyed our anal experience such that she requested it often thereafter... and, as you know from previous blog entries, asked permission to purchase a plug. She now has two plugs. And, LOVES me to cum in her ass.
My precious little anal whore... my personal creation.
I miss her...
It's been quite some time since my last post. Partly because I've spent quite some time halfway around the world... alone. Partly because I've been healing some old, deep emotional wounds. Partly because I've been a complete ass at times; it happens... even to the best of us.
Despite the progress we had made, and the strength of our personal bond which has lasted these so many years, Miss K was (rightfully) forced to sever our contract. I don't blame her one bit. In fact, I only respect her more for it. She's a strong woman. The strongest I know. I've used these six months to heal and resolve many, many issues. I've never felt stronger. And, as I stand now on the dock of life, I'm so dreadfully sorry to see her boat sailing away... I miss her.
2. I miss her long, flowing dark hair.
3. I miss the shape of her mouth.
4. I miss her little "Alaska" smirk.
5. I miss her beautiful hips.
6. I miss her unwavering devotion.
7. I miss her beautiful hands.
8. I miss her grooming me.
9. I miss her garrulous laugh.
10. I miss her sharp wit.
11. I miss her patience with me.
12. I miss punishing her.
13. I miss her meals.
14. I miss watching her from a distance.
15. I miss arguing with her.
16. I miss guiding her.
17. I miss her sense of duty.
18. I miss her cute feet and toes.
19. I miss watching "the game" with her.
20. I miss her requests for counsel.
21. I miss her lovely brown eyes with slightly off-set pupils.
22. I miss her puppy dog eyes.
23. I miss her incessant questions.
24. I miss her sharp tongue.
25. I miss her fiery temper.
26. I miss her brutal honesty.
27. I miss that she gets cold in 80 degree weather.
28. I miss how the humidity curls her hair.
29. I miss watching her walk.
30. I miss the way we hold hands.
31. I miss feeling her scoot across the bed to spoon with me.
32. I miss hearing her wake up in the night to go pee.
33. I miss being woken up by her.
34. I miss making plans with her.
35. I miss her family.
36. I miss hearing her beautiful voice.
37. I miss seeing her in my robe.
38. I miss having her deliver my morning coffee.
39. I miss tying her up.
40. I miss caressing her body.
41. I miss rubbing her feet and cracking her toes.
42. I miss her curiosity.
43. I miss being her King.
44. I miss "Yes, sir."
45. I miss thinking of her next assignment.
46. I miss her smell on my hoody.
47. I miss her fingers running through my hair.
48. I miss her rubbing my ears when I'm stressed.
49. I miss her subtle gasps of passion.
50. I miss the way she looks at me.
51. I miss making love to her.
52. I miss spanking and cropping her.
53. I miss cumming in her.
54. I miss knowing she's full of my seed.
55. I miss fucking her ass.
56. I miss biting her.
57. I miss pinching her nipples.
58. I miss the sight of her beautiful cunt.
59. I miss getting pictures of her.
60. I miss the anticipation of reading her next text message.
61. I miss being her lobster.
62. I miss hiking with her.
63. I miss showering with her.
64. I miss cleaning up the kitchen after her.
65. I miss planning our life together.
66. I miss fixing things around the house for her.
67. I miss having sex in public with her.
68. I miss groping her however I want, wherever I want.
69. I miss sliding into bed next to her.
70. I miss waking up with her.
71. I miss her collar and leash.
72. I miss showing her new things.
73. I miss her tattoos.
74. I miss her widow's peak.
75. I miss the way she worships my cock.
76. I miss driving for her.
77. I miss opening doors for her.
78. I miss coming home to see her.
79. I miss smack-talking with her about our favorite sports teams.
80. I miss arguing about music with her.
81. I miss the way she curls her fingers.
82. I miss how she gets mad at me for not taking care of myself.
83. I miss the smell of her kiss.
84. I miss how she bites my tongue.
85. I miss how she melts in my arms.
86. I miss the way she flops into bed, onto the couch, or into a seat next to me.
87. I miss her sense of fashion.
88. I miss watching other men and women look at her with envy.
89. I miss sending her into sub-space.
90. I miss bringing her back from sub-space.
91. I miss seeing her get all dressed-up for me.
92. I miss having her buy my clothes.
93. I miss saying her name.
94. I miss her penmanship.
95. I miss dining with her.
96. I miss that she insists I sit next to her, not across from her.
97. I miss hearing her say "I'm tipsy."
98. I miss her telling me it's time to take her home.
99. I miss the way she wraps herself around me when we hug.
100. I miss sharing our darkest secrets with each other.
101. I miss my Sam.
102. I miss her belief in us.
I could go on and on... but, it would do no good.
I miss you, Miss K. I'm sorry.
Before she left, she asked me to start writing again. She's always loved my writings. At the time I was still under a "block", so I had nothing to offer. But, as the skies have cleared, I feel the energy flowing again. I think I will continue to post for a while... cathartic memoirs... and, maybe one day she will choose to sail back into this port.
--King IV
Wednesday, March 6, 2013
Mom's Couch
This post recounts the first time Miss K and I had sex. Keep in mind that by this time we both already knew every inch of each other... blind-folded. However, for whatever reason we had not yet pushed to that next level... possibly because we both knew our promiscuity far exceeded our age...
Somewhat befuddled... I can assure you this young lion had NO intentions of stopping ANYTHING! I started kissing and sucking on her neck and she writhed with the pleasure from my hand, grabbing it harder with every pulse of pleasure I gave her. She tipped her head back and we started kissing again... now her legs were willingly spread, inviting my play... I got up from the couch and she met me, locked in a beautiful fit of passion... before I knew what had happened she was naked except for her T-shirt, and my shorts had just fallen to my ankles (her doing)... she laid down on the couch and pulled me down onto her... I spent the next few minutes grinding my granite against her... she was by now a complete hot mess... I was a giddy young lion knowing what to do, but not a fucking clue how to do it...
Suddenly, as if my magic, Miss K grabbed my ribs and ever so deftly raised her knees, shifted her hips, and pulled me into her (no hand-guided missile!)... My mind exploded... I'd never felt anything like her... I'll never forget the delicate skill she demonstrated that afternoon... Her hands moved to my ass as she pulled me in deeper... I closed my eyes and listened to her body... soon we were moving in perfect concert... two young teenagers experiencing love in its most primal form... unfortunately, this young lion hadn't built-up any stamina yet, and soon my cock was out of control... I asked her if I could cum... She hesitated and then said yes... I immediately exploded in her... She gasped and looked at me with surprise... "I felt you cum in me", she said, like it was unexpected. I was delirious and incoherent, and not wanting to appear ignorant or weak I just let the comment slide. I kept pumping on her until she politely said, "You can stop now." I felt a little foolish, but I don't regret it for a minute. I wanted to cherish every millisecond of her pussy wrapped around my cock...
I got up. It was time for me to go anyway. We sorted ourselves as best we could, trying desperately to comprehend what had just happened. I kissed her at the door, hugged her, and strode away feeling like a king, HER King, and at the same time knowing our future was cloudy... little did I know our journey had just begun.
It still bugs me how Miss K remembers so little of our lovely episode, yet still considers it one of her special moments. Some things, I guess, a Dom will simply never understand... On the contrary, I remember the whole scene like it was yesterday, and I can't remember it enough...
As was customary for us, we spent the summer apart. We both lived in the Southwest, but I would routinely head to the Northwest for the summer and she would head to the Northeast. Nothing special. Typical summer apart.
We both returned home around the same time in August. We had a couple weeks before school ramped-up, and our sleepy little town was hot, dusty, slow, and boring. We left for the summer during one of our "separation periods" but I had spent much of the summer dreaming about her. I was very much looking forward to seeing her again. I missed her greatly, even though she drove me fucking crazy. You see... with Miss K there is no in between... you get NOTHING or you get BOTH BARRELS full bore... As a rather shy, unsettled young man, this was a difficult adjustment.
****The irony here is that our social personalities are exactly the opposite of our relationship roles. She is the butterfly, gregarious, affable, out-going, with a domineering personality. Her tongue and intellect are razor sharp and she's not afraid to use them; many a poor soul have been lured-in by her Siren-like qualities only to leave in shreds. Yet, on the inside she's as docile as a doe on a warm summer day. I am the quiet one socially; unassuming, stoic, measured in action, reserved in speech, selective in my interactions. On the inside I am the proverbial court jester, a playful prankster, an outspoken individual... very direct, decisive, calculating, and controlling. I firmly believe now, this Ying & Yang of our various personalities is the adhesive of our relationship.****
****The irony here is that our social personalities are exactly the opposite of our relationship roles. She is the butterfly, gregarious, affable, out-going, with a domineering personality. Her tongue and intellect are razor sharp and she's not afraid to use them; many a poor soul have been lured-in by her Siren-like qualities only to leave in shreds. Yet, on the inside she's as docile as a doe on a warm summer day. I am the quiet one socially; unassuming, stoic, measured in action, reserved in speech, selective in my interactions. On the inside I am the proverbial court jester, a playful prankster, an outspoken individual... very direct, decisive, calculating, and controlling. I firmly believe now, this Ying & Yang of our various personalities is the adhesive of our relationship.****
After settling in at home for a couple days, which wasn't a particularly pleasant place to be for a variety of reasons, I chanced a call to Miss K. I was sure she had hooked-up again over the summer, and this would be another school year of me battling some clueless, dipshit several thousand miles away for something I already owned. Alas, I was to be pleasantly surprised. Miss K answered the phone in her usual delightfully dancing voice, and seemed at least somewhat pleased to hear from me. She invited me over for the afternoon to catch-up... SWEET!!!!
We only lived a mile or so apart, so I headed over on foot. She answered the door... HOLY FUCK, BATMAN!! My Miss K had really blossomed over the summer... Curves were taking shape... She was tanned... Long, dark hair everywhere (one of my kryptonites)... Sultry brown eyes (another kryptonite of mine)... She invited me in with a big hug... her perfume jamming all the coherent radio waves in my brain... Trying to refocus, I quickly ascertained that we were alone and would be for awhile... Hmmm...
**The young male lion felt something funny on his insides**
We settled down in the living room on the soon-to-be-famous couch... For a while we chatted from opposite ends, but soon our magnetism started to exert it's pull. Shortly, I was seated close to her and she was speaking softly whilst running her magical and always beautifully manicured hands through my hair (ANOTHER kryptonite of mine)... To this day I have VERY thick dark hair (one of HER kryptonites)... I leaned over for a kiss... she hesitated slightly, like she wanted to resist... but quickly gave in... our kisses are legendary... long, deep, wet, full bodied kisses... we made out for a while, my hands refamiliarizing my property... her hand slipping so deftly under my belt... soon the familiar squeeze as she milked the blood into my cock, transforming it into her personal granite monolith...
After a while we paused... she turned on the TV and we watched for a while... she was seated on the floor leaning back against the couch... I was laying on the couch behind her. I remember getting that mischievous feeling... my arm slid off the couch and started to caress her as she sat there... her toned belly, her breasts, her neck and shoulders... then, I found my way to her panties and slid my hand down between her legs... she was boiling and dripping... I started massaging her swollen clit when suddenly she grabbed my hand and said the words I will never forget, "Please don't start something you can't stop."
**The young male lion felt something funny on his insides**
We settled down in the living room on the soon-to-be-famous couch... For a while we chatted from opposite ends, but soon our magnetism started to exert it's pull. Shortly, I was seated close to her and she was speaking softly whilst running her magical and always beautifully manicured hands through my hair (ANOTHER kryptonite of mine)... To this day I have VERY thick dark hair (one of HER kryptonites)... I leaned over for a kiss... she hesitated slightly, like she wanted to resist... but quickly gave in... our kisses are legendary... long, deep, wet, full bodied kisses... we made out for a while, my hands refamiliarizing my property... her hand slipping so deftly under my belt... soon the familiar squeeze as she milked the blood into my cock, transforming it into her personal granite monolith...
After a while we paused... she turned on the TV and we watched for a while... she was seated on the floor leaning back against the couch... I was laying on the couch behind her. I remember getting that mischievous feeling... my arm slid off the couch and started to caress her as she sat there... her toned belly, her breasts, her neck and shoulders... then, I found my way to her panties and slid my hand down between her legs... she was boiling and dripping... I started massaging her swollen clit when suddenly she grabbed my hand and said the words I will never forget, "Please don't start something you can't stop."
Somewhat befuddled... I can assure you this young lion had NO intentions of stopping ANYTHING! I started kissing and sucking on her neck and she writhed with the pleasure from my hand, grabbing it harder with every pulse of pleasure I gave her. She tipped her head back and we started kissing again... now her legs were willingly spread, inviting my play... I got up from the couch and she met me, locked in a beautiful fit of passion... before I knew what had happened she was naked except for her T-shirt, and my shorts had just fallen to my ankles (her doing)... she laid down on the couch and pulled me down onto her... I spent the next few minutes grinding my granite against her... she was by now a complete hot mess... I was a giddy young lion knowing what to do, but not a fucking clue how to do it...
Suddenly, as if my magic, Miss K grabbed my ribs and ever so deftly raised her knees, shifted her hips, and pulled me into her (no hand-guided missile!)... My mind exploded... I'd never felt anything like her... I'll never forget the delicate skill she demonstrated that afternoon... Her hands moved to my ass as she pulled me in deeper... I closed my eyes and listened to her body... soon we were moving in perfect concert... two young teenagers experiencing love in its most primal form... unfortunately, this young lion hadn't built-up any stamina yet, and soon my cock was out of control... I asked her if I could cum... She hesitated and then said yes... I immediately exploded in her... She gasped and looked at me with surprise... "I felt you cum in me", she said, like it was unexpected. I was delirious and incoherent, and not wanting to appear ignorant or weak I just let the comment slide. I kept pumping on her until she politely said, "You can stop now." I felt a little foolish, but I don't regret it for a minute. I wanted to cherish every millisecond of her pussy wrapped around my cock...
I got up. It was time for me to go anyway. We sorted ourselves as best we could, trying desperately to comprehend what had just happened. I kissed her at the door, hugged her, and strode away feeling like a king, HER King, and at the same time knowing our future was cloudy... little did I know our journey had just begun.
Tuesday, March 5, 2013
The Hunter...
**GROWL**
If I sense a playful defiance in her look or if she seems just a little too comfortable fluttering about the house, I've been known to spring off the couch and chase her up the stairs; Miss K squealing the whole way. I usually catch her right at the top of the stairs and grab her in a tight bear hug... walk her down the hall, toss her on our bed and crawl up over her like a lion, biting and nipping at her body as I position myself for the kill.
If I see her diligently working away in the kitchen, I love silently gliding up behind her, and ever so gently placing my hands on her shoulders or hips, pressing my heavy cock against her delicious ass, forcing her against the counter. She's trapped. **ZIP** She hears my pants hit for floor and I can feel her melt in my hands. Pull up her skirt and ease her over the counter as I slide into her... her heels off the ground to meet me just the way I like.
My personal favorite is cornering her on the couch, preferably in her night gown or bath robe all curled up in the corner like an innocent princess. She sees me round the corner and stop to size her up. I approach directly with that mischievous look she knows so well. She rolls onto her back instinctively... puppy-dog eyes in full effect... Her scent drifts to my nose as she opens her legs... Fire ignites in my loins... I unwrap her like a Christmas present and dive-in to take her. Using the floor and back of the couch for leverage, she loves the rough thrashing she gets. Our couch sex is downright surreal. Ironic that the first place we ever had sex? ...her mom's couch.
**GROWL**
Last night, my beloved Miss K posted how she's felt hunted for so many years. It was a truly beautiful post such that after reading it, I knew I had to respond in kind...
You cannot even begin to understand our connection unless you've felt a real, raw, primal connection to someone. I mean primal: fire in your eyes, unbridled passion in your heart, heat in your loins, prowling stalk in your actions. Miss K is never safe from me... she knows it... she loves it. Hell, I've thrashed her thoroughly for hours, let her clean up, and fucked her again only a few minutes later just to "tuck her into bed".
When Miss K walks across the room I notice... ALWAYS. The swing of her hips, the swish of her tail, the flip of her hair, the glancing catch of her eye... She knows. She knows I can strike at any time and she is helpless to defend herself. She quit trying a very long time ago. That's the kind of magnetism we've always had... when we are together, angels sing around bon-fires...
If I sense a playful defiance in her look or if she seems just a little too comfortable fluttering about the house, I've been known to spring off the couch and chase her up the stairs; Miss K squealing the whole way. I usually catch her right at the top of the stairs and grab her in a tight bear hug... walk her down the hall, toss her on our bed and crawl up over her like a lion, biting and nipping at her body as I position myself for the kill.
If I see her diligently working away in the kitchen, I love silently gliding up behind her, and ever so gently placing my hands on her shoulders or hips, pressing my heavy cock against her delicious ass, forcing her against the counter. She's trapped. **ZIP** She hears my pants hit for floor and I can feel her melt in my hands. Pull up her skirt and ease her over the counter as I slide into her... her heels off the ground to meet me just the way I like.
My personal favorite is cornering her on the couch, preferably in her night gown or bath robe all curled up in the corner like an innocent princess. She sees me round the corner and stop to size her up. I approach directly with that mischievous look she knows so well. She rolls onto her back instinctively... puppy-dog eyes in full effect... Her scent drifts to my nose as she opens her legs... Fire ignites in my loins... I unwrap her like a Christmas present and dive-in to take her. Using the floor and back of the couch for leverage, she loves the rough thrashing she gets. Our couch sex is downright surreal. Ironic that the first place we ever had sex? ...her mom's couch.
Our connection is so strong I have virtually no refractory period with her. In fact, we routinely have multiple orgasms together. Fucking amazing experience. We fit together so perfectly in the physical way, it seems like every move stimulates something...
I used to concern myself with feeling overly pursuant of her... was something wrong with me? It's not like I pursued every kitten in town. Sure I had other conquests, as did Miss K, but nothing compared to the primal drive I feel for her. It wasn't based on jealousy or the insecurity of not having a possession... Fact is, it's carnal. She's mine.
She is my prey. I am her predator.
Sunday, March 3, 2013
Shibari: Our erotic art form...
A few thoughts on the bondage aspect of my relationship with Miss K. I've always been intrigued by bondage, but not just any bondage. For whatever reason, simply tying my pet to the bed or wall or chair or what-have-you is fun, but it has its limits. We have the standard bondage implements of cuffs and spreaders, and don't get me wrong! They are fun! However, I find they require a lot more work in terms of "setting the scene" and imagination. I prefer a more artistic, sensual atmosphere to weave into our erotic play, which is why I have become a student of Shibari or Kinbaku, a.k.a. Japanese rope bondage.
I credit my fascination with ropes and knot-tying with my experiences as a child (none of which was erotic by the way). Whether it was helping my father and uncles tie a pair of pack boxes, using the famed diamond-hitch, on our mules for a hunting trip or lashing any number of items to a trailer for a long-haul or stringing up a tarp or tent securely between trees such that it could stand a very strong wind or rain, I was always intrigued with the art and skill involved with ropes.
So, when Miss K and I finally hooked up again, I knew a whole new arena of art was open to me. I'm by no means an expert yet, but my familiarity with ropes gave me the confidence to enter the field of Shibari with little trepidation and a healthy dose of respect.
The arm bind you can see in a previous post is a credit to this. Such a beautiful piece of art... it turns Miss K into my own personal erotic canvas, which has a very arousing effect on me. What's wonderful, too, is the effect it has on Miss K. The bind makes her feel like part of the artwork, which she obviously is, and makes her feel even more beautiful for me, but it also has a very calming and seductive effect on her. I've also found the added benefit that it prolongs the experience. You don't just whip the ropes around. For one it's difficult to do with the long sections you might use. Second, flying rope ends are unwieldy and an inflict unintended and unpredictable pain through burns or whips. Third, why hurry?!? You're creating erotic art! Take your time and enjoy it!
It's not rocket science, but I do caution folks interested in this art form to be careful. Done improperly you can injure your pet; however, a few simple concepts can keep you out of most trouble.
1. Never bind on a joint, always above or below
2. Bind on soft tissue, not on the bone.
3. Tight is a misconception. I prefer firm and snug. Just so such that slippage is not possible.
4. Master simplicity first.
5. Stay very keen of your subject's body language and physical status.
There are many sources of information out there. I particularly recommend the following resource: www.completeshibari.com. I found the books nicely done and easy to follow. Another great resource for quality supplies is www.twistedmonk.com.
Enjoy.
Thursday, February 28, 2013
Collared
Miss K and I just spent a wonderful weekend together. It had been some time since we were able to have a few days alone with no distractions. We made the most of it.
We both knew the time had come for her to receive her collar. I had spent no small amount of time researching and shopping, and finally found the perfect one. BUT, I made it very clear to Miss K this was no gimme. She had to earn it. She has been a very good student to this point, so I was hopeful.
I set the stage for her appropriately. I listed out a set of very clear requirements that included a very lengthy and thoughtful writing assignment to deliver, a specific outfit to wear, a set of domestic chores to complete, and a particular configuration of our bedroom and specific toys I had selected for the occasion to be laid out ready for me. But, here's the kicker. She didn't know when it would happen, and I informed her at the moment I was ready she would have exactly sixty minutes to prepare all of it. No more, no less, and with the exception of the writing assignment, no prep prior to the event was permitted. To be fair it was a very challenging request, but not impossible. I knew Miss K was concerned, but knowing Miss K, that's how you get the best from her, keep her sharp and focused.
We spent a lovely first two days together. Dining, visiting with friends, lots of great sex (as usual), and lounging about generally enjoying each other's company after so much time apart. Finally at 10pm sharp on our second night, Miss K was laying on my lap as we watched TV and I whispered into her ear, "You have 60 minutes." She immediately looked at me... a hint of disbelief in her eyes... and scampered upstairs to get started. I derived great satisfaction from hearing her scoot around hastily preparing for the experience that awaited...
I passed the time finishing up a movie we had started the night before. At precisely 11pm I headed upstairs. To my great satisfaction, I found my lovely pet kneeling beside our bed in her prescribed attire, arms stretched out in front of her with her chest and face against the floor. Perfect silence. I gently touched her naked back to let her know I was present, and then slowly undressed dropping my clothes around her tantalizingly. I then softly walked around the room checking on her chores and the configuration of the room. Passed with flying colors. I then slowly lit all of the candles she had set out (one for each year of our relationship) and played some nice music. I came back to her and knelt over her, so she could feel my body against her, my breath in her hair. I nibbled on her back and shoulders to start warming her up... then I grabbed my favorite toy.
Tap-tap. Tap-Tap. TAP-TAP. TAP! TAP! Smack. SMACK! The sound of the riding crop is lovely. She writhed at first, and then I could see her relaxation set in. I checked her. Wet. Very wet. Another session with the crop. Another check. Dripping. I did this playfully for a while as I walked around her reading her writing assignment. She has such beautiful penmanship... Pleased, I gave her two more firm swats and told her to stand.
She stood up to see me holding a very long piece of rope. "Your arms, please", I said softly. Then, she stood there and watched as I bonded her in a front arm bind. A lovely piece of work, if I do say so myself.
Then, I grabbed the spreader bar and bound her legs. An image of near perfection. I could see her starting to slip into her Zen-space. I used her vulnerability to have my ways. Kissing, licking, nibbling, biting, caressing, feeling every inch of her.
I picked her up and laid her on the bed. This is where the spreader bar came in VERY handy. Legs forced open... exposing my precious flower blossom. I tasted her sweet nectar until she was trembling. I slid into her... she was absolutely boiling. Bliss. I made her hold the bar while I thrusted into her... quiet little gasps is all she could muster... she was gone... Awesome.
Then, I pulled out one of her favorite toys. I also changed my point of attack. I lubed her delicious ass and slid my throbbing cock into her causing her to body to briefly convulse and arch and awaken slightly. I placed her toy against her clit with one hand and held the bar with the other giving myself an amazing view and the perfect angle to overwhelm her clit. She was REALLY a hot mess now... having been on the verge of orgasm already for over an hour... she started begging for permission to cum. I denied. With each denial the anguish on her face increased with the fear of knowing she was approaching the point of complete loss of control. Very swollen now. My cold, stoic stare as I worked her over had a completely seducing effect on her. I pressed her toy in harder...
SNAP! She had finally broken. Orgasm after orgasm after orgasm ensued (all without permission mind you). She was helpless. I was merciless. I kept her in this state of forced orgasm for a very long time... until I could see the exhaustion of her muscles and the glaze over her eyes.
Finally, it was time. With a series of very powerful thrusts I filled her with a copious amount of my seed. She lay there, my beautiful princess, utterly spent... barely capable of forming words... throughly thrashed physically. Slowly, I removed her bonds, and then cuddled in next to her to bring her back "home"; it took a good 30 minutes to settle her down, warm up her shivers, and invite her for a shower to clean up.
An amazing experience for both of us... one I will NEVER forget. Miss K had earned her collar.
Saturday, February 23, 2013
Thoughts on discipline...
Discipline.
Just look at the word. Say it. It has an edge to it. So easy to slide into a pejorative mindset about it... and, I hate it. Not discipline. I love discipline. I hate the misperceptions as it pertains to our world.
The definition put forth by Merriam-Webster doesn't help:
discipline (noun)
As a Dom I'm truly dismayed by and vehemently disagree with the presence of #1 on this list, and equally dismayed at the obsolescence of #2. Numbers 3 - 5 seem adequate.
Number 6 captures the essence of discipline as I feel relates to my role as her Dominant.
Just look at the word. Say it. It has an edge to it. So easy to slide into a pejorative mindset about it... and, I hate it. Not discipline. I love discipline. I hate the misperceptions as it pertains to our world.
The definition put forth by Merriam-Webster doesn't help:
discipline (noun)
1 : Punishment
2 obsolete : instruction
3 : a field of study
4 : training that corrects, molds, or perfects the mental faculties or moral character
5 a : control gained by enforcing obedience or order b : orderly or prescribed conduct or pattern of behavior c : self-control
(It also takes the form of a transitive verb, but the gist is just the same.)6 : a rule or system of rules governing conduct or activity
As a Dom I'm truly dismayed by and vehemently disagree with the presence of #1 on this list, and equally dismayed at the obsolescence of #2. Numbers 3 - 5 seem adequate.
Number 6 captures the essence of discipline as I feel relates to my role as her Dominant.
I'm continually surprised at the correlation between discipline as a negative influence in our lives. In my view discipline is anything but negative... it is a source of pride, the foundation of achievement, a worthy foe, a good friend on a bad day, the purest form of honesty.
So, then, why does it have such a negative connotation? Too many people associate discipline with punishment. They use the term interchangeably, and it makes my skin crawl. They are not interchangeable; they are interdependent. Discipline and punishment have a cause-and-effect relationship resulting from a negative outcome. The flip side is discipline and reward: the result being positive outcomes. Punishment is merely the manifestation resulting from a lack of discipline:
"I'll teach that bitch some discipline." **off slides his belt**No. At this moment, he's teaching her punishment. And, to be clear, that's just fine!! (Although, personally, I don't care for physical punishment.) Just don't call it discipline... please. In doing so you run the risk of fundamentally warping her sense of right and wrong. I coach high school football... I see it all the time; kids cringing at the "d" word; completely ignorant of how valuable it is as a life's tool, how pivotal it is to their ability to learn success and failure.
My role as Miss K's King is to teach her disciplined behavior and the consequences that result from her subsequent actions, both good and bad... to help her achieve her utmost potential as a person and keep her there. It's my job to establish the standard of behavior; the system of rules that establishes boundaries and guideposts for her to use as a barometer for her decision-making. I know how to make her flourish, and I can teach her, but ultimately it's up to her to make it happen. Discipline is the key.
If applied in your relationship with genuine, constructive, loving intention, you will actually find yourself administering very few punishments. That is my reward.
If applied in your relationship with genuine, constructive, loving intention, you will actually find yourself administering very few punishments. That is my reward.
--King IV
Friday, February 22, 2013
You Must Let Go, My Precious...
Oh, Princess, I love you, but you still have much to learn, if not more to unlearn...
The following is a writing assignment Miss K "earned" as a result of an interaction we had a few days ago. She has come so far in her growth, yet the impetus for this was a relatively calculated situation I knew she would struggle with. I posed her with a simple decision... a decision well within the boundaries I have set for her... yet, I could immediately sense the internal battle she was waging within herself. Unacceptable. Time for a mental challenge...
The following is a writing assignment Miss K "earned" as a result of an interaction we had a few days ago. She has come so far in her growth, yet the impetus for this was a relatively calculated situation I knew she would struggle with. I posed her with a simple decision... a decision well within the boundaries I have set for her... yet, I could immediately sense the internal battle she was waging within herself. Unacceptable. Time for a mental challenge...
"Earlier today, King asked for my opinion regarding 2 pictures... I stalled, mentally cataloging all of the reasons I liked one over another, weighing my options, looking at pros and cons... He could sense my reticence and finally said, 'It's my decision ultimately, regardless of what you prefer. I just want your opinion...' I gave him my answer immediately. It was a swift reminder that I no longer need to trouble myself with "decisions". That wasn't what he asked for. He didn't ask for a decision, he asked for an opinion. And, trust me, I have plenty of those...
That brief text exchange set up this particular writing assignment. It was obvious to my King that I still struggle with "letting go". He asked that I begin thinking about what are the different ways a commited sub needs to learn to let go, and by doing so, what they gain in exchange for their submission. Of course, I live in a very black-and-white world. It's all or nothing with me. So, when he asked what I should be giving up as a sub, my immediate mental response was "everything"... Ok, deep breath. Take a step back. Start parsing this apart, Miss K...
For starters, I've given up my wardrobe. My King now has control over all of my clothing purchases. When we can't shop together in person, I take photos of items I think he will like and send them to him, waiting for his approval. His taste is excellent as evidenced by the countless compliments I received on the new dress I wore to work on Monday, (sans panties, of course)! He has decreed that I need 'more color!' and 'more dresses!' to help mold me into the lady he knows is lurking inside of me. In exchange, I have gained a pleasure that is two-fold. I'm wearing a wardrobe that not only does he approve of, but that he finds sexually appealing. I ooze sex appeal all day, even dressed relatively conservatively for my job. The confidence I feel as his beautifully adorned piece of property makes me stand a little bit taller. Second, I don't stand in my closet in the morning wondering what I should put on. That decision has been made for me and I am free to pull my clothing off the hanger and get dressed without a thought...
Second, I have given up control over my whereabouts... I text him when I leave for work, when I arrive there, when I leave. I ask for permission to attend social functions with my friends. He knows when I go to bed every night and when I rise every morning. He has gained the knowledge and control over me he deserves as my Dom, and I have gained an amazing amount of peace knowing that he cares about me enough to know where I am at all times. In the short amount of time we have been exploring this D/s relationship, this has already become second nature. I don't go anywhere without letting him know where I am.
Third, and perhaps a more subtle release of control is the domestic part of our relationship... My King has outlined specific guidelines for how our house is to be kept. What are his pet-peeves regarding cleanliness, how he likes his laundry done, his coffee prepared in the morning, his tea prepared at night... This has been a revelation for me. I no longer guess what needs to be done to make him happy, I don't walk on eggshells hoping that our little love-nest will meet his approval. My chores and tasks are outlined and the expectations are clear. When he comes home, I know he won't give a second thought to his laundry or what I'm making for dinner. It will ALL meet with his approval and that makes me feel needed and valuable around our home.
Additionally, I've given up control of my finances. That doesn't mean we don't talk about purchases, or that my King has put me on a budget or given me an allowance. It just means that I can't balance my checkbook to save my life, he is phenomenal with our money and I feel at ease knowing he sees the "big picture" with regards to our spending and retirement. Trust me, I have TRIED to give him complete control of my finances and I even ASKED for an allowance... (I've never been able to figure out how I can make over 6 figures and STILL be broke.) With his guidance and counsel, I have gotten my finances on track and we have more than enough money to not really fret over every nickel and dime... I have complete faith in his decisions and if he tells me to buy something, I buy it. If he tells me to wait, I wait.
Finally, and perhaps the most obvious, is that I've given up control of my body. Now, for the last 3 weeks, my King and I have been separated by 1500 miles, which makes physical submission a little bit difficult. But, that doesn't mean he hasn't been exercising his control over HIS body. I send pictures when he tells me, I touch myself when he commands and I don't have an orgasm without his permission... This is no different than any other sub, really. Submission in it's most refined form. My body is His, to use in any way he desires, even if it's not "in-person" at the moment. My fulfillment comes in knowing that he will protect this body with his life."
Well done, Miss K.
She was true to her assignment, but I think she slightly missed the boat in her first argument. My desire is NOT for her to be untroubled in decision-making at all. In fact, she must make critical decisions everyday and learn how to make better decisions all the time. What I needed her to realize is I have created a safe, predictable environment (with my control) for her to learn that skill. Will she make mistakes? Yes. But, I have created a sanctuary where she may not fear failure. I have her back... ALWAYS.
Let go. Think freely, my pet, you have so much to offer.
-- King IV
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