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a_mused1 54F
363 posts
10/25/2016 3:49 pm
The Red Room...


Almost a week has passed and I haven't written my account of Our latest night together... I thought maybe I wouldn't and just leave it in the memory bank, but then I think back and I'm scared it will be lost, intensity forgotten.... and I don't want that, I want to be able to look back and remember and feel and know it existed, know it was real......

We hadn't communicated much over the week before, just set the date, freed the time... I had accepted what We have, what You give to me and what You give to others...... And knowing We had the time booked, lifted me, my days lighter, my mind excited, free....

I finished work at 3pm and awaited instruction.... You mailed me that we would be in Brighton... and then the hotel name.... and then that You would check in at 5.30ish... I replied I would park up and be waiting from 5pm and I was..... i sit in my car, I put on some made up, adjust my stockings and suspender belt, all slowly, calming my mind, becoming a ritual...... ( what was I wearing? I can't remember, it's all fading.... think, think.... a green/black skater dress short)

I'm parked across the road, opposite the Hotel, on the seafront.... I see You arrive and wait to hear from You.... at 5.45 I text You and You tell me to wait, enjoy the view for a while.... I do, I watch the sun setting... I feel anxious, at one point feeling pins and needles in my hands and arms, I idly wonder if it's a kind of panic attack and then wonder if I could push myself into a full blown one..... I wait, I get annoyed, I'm always early, always waiting.... calmly, anxiously, excitedly.... there is always a point, more than one, where I think. 'I could go, I could drive away, I could do that...' and I could but I never do..... I watch You leave the Hotel and walk down the road... meeting someone? Have You plans? My thighs tingle, dread spreading through me.... the. I watch You return and still I wait..... then You text... You're in the hotel lobby waiting for me....

I leave the car, breathing slowly, why are You in the lobby? Why not the room? Mind racing, stumbling slightly in higher heels than usual.... You're sitting down and take my hand, smiling, giving me the key and pointing to the corridor.... I turn and walk... the hotel is old, narrow hallways, twists and turns.... is there someone in the room waiting? Is that what took the time? Is that why You're waiting in the lobby? Panic rising, breathe quickening as I negotiate the stairways and corridors... my legs shaking... almost losing control, of my breathing.... slowing as I approach the door, steadying, hand trembling as the keycard slips in.....

The Red Room. The room is bathed in a soft red light, the walls are black and red... it's right and it's empty.... I inhale deeply... looking around.... a chair placed at the end of the bed in front of the full length mirror.... a blindfold hanging over the back on the chair... a collar on the chair.....I know what to do.... I sit down, my dress rising exposing stockings, my breasts pushed tight in my dress, spilling over... my hair loose, I look at myself, not critically, that would spoil the moment, but with Your eyes, amorist's eyes.... I like what I see, I spread my legs, my cheeks flush, I am happy.... I tie the blindfold tight and wait.... breathing slow, deep, sinking.....

I hear You enter.... my body is alive, aware, alert.... I feel You closer, I long for that first touch.... hand on my shoulder, neck, arm, thigh.... strong, firm, secure... I feel Your eyes on me as my own rest in darkness... Your hands reclaiming, manipulating.... You tip back the chair, I don't flinch, my trust absolute.... and if I fall, well, I fall......

You strip me, attach a lead to the collar.. push me to the bed, feast on tits, cunt, neck, mouth..... Your skin cool, so smooth... I just want, need, desire..... I cum, I shake, I want to fight, I want to strain against You, We kiss, bite, fuck.... You make me stand, leaning over the bed, legs together, You take the lead to my arse, my thighs, leather moving, strokes changing, intensity increasing, Hand caressing... harder... I'm gasping, trying to hold up, wanting more, not wanting more.. stubbornly holding back my cries and tears... until the strike that makes my whole leg flinch, knees give way.... You order 'get down' as I fall to the floor... You sit on the bed and guide my mouth to Your cock... the ground soothing my flesh, My mouth instinctively suckling, calming, head resting on a Your thigh.... pain absorbed... lost in sucking, soothing sucking.... then fucking..... and falling..... a short nap.....

Time for a beer.... dress, go to the bar, talking, together.... sharing thoughts.... then return to the Red Room.... tired now, thoughtful.... bodies tender, gentle, spiritual, breathing You in, feeling everything.... Cock in me, I hear myself pleading... I need to get on You.... straddling, cunt consuming, so fucking intense, every muscle pulsing, squeezing... edging on orgasm, cumming, not cumming, not thinking, not recognising just feeling.... cuntagasms...... fucking amazing....

I whisper.... words just for You.... I never want the feeling to end......

We sleep, in the night You grab and suck on my tits, hard, forceful, more leather on my arse as I lay flat on the bed... my cunt soaking, swimming...... hips jerking... wanting to cry, tears almost there, but I can't let them go....

Hands and knees... cock deep, fucking, cunt quivering........ then.............

We finally sleep...... I wake, aware of You moving about, I don't speak, I just listen, I don't want wake and 'small talk'..... eventually You're ready and place Your hand on my arm, a kiss on my head.... and You go....


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