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...

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.****

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."

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.

The Hunter...

**GROWL**

**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.

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.