Friday, June 17, 2005

Cumming in technicolor.

Ever since our impromptu adventure in "amateur" porn, we've teased and flirted with the idea of a repeat performance but I didn't really think we'd ever cross that line again. Boy, was I wrong...

Your hands... Oh God, your rough, callused hands are cruising over my skin... everywhere -- my face, my neck, my breasts, my belly, my thighs -- you pause at the crease between my thigh and my pelvis and trace your finger tauntingly back and forth. Oh, your touch -- your light, naughty, playful touch is driving me crazy. You know it. You love it.

You trail your finger up, lightly skimming through the moist folds of my pussy and I arch my hips but that's not what you want. You want to taunt, to tease, to dominate, to destroy. You drag your finger back down to softly stroke the flesh of my inner thigh, the very tips of your fingers swirling and twirling playfully, teasingly.

I'm on the brink, my body is a tightly balled fist of sensations. I need...

"Please, I need to cum."

Your fingers still, "Do you?"

"Yes. God, yes. Please."

The hand on my thigh slides off. You scoot back, away from me, moving off the bed and my body screams from the loss of your touch.

"Baby..."

"Hush love. You'll get to cum."

You walk back toward the bed and I see it now. The camcorder. Visions of our last video session flash through my mind in technicolor, one mind-blowing moment after another until they overlap and blend together into one erotically intense image. I snap my thighs together, clenching them tight and moan helplessly.

"You like that don't you?" You growl and climb back on the bed, inching toward me, the camcorder held snuggly in your hand, "You like knowing that when we're done you can watch... watch me fucking you, fingering you, licking you, making you cum?"

"Yes."

You stop in front of my clenched thighs and your cock brushes against me. You're hard as iron, hot as fire and my walls flex in anticipation. You spread my thighs... opening me, exposing me... and slide down, your tongue flicking wildly across my skin on your way down. You stop, your face suspended over the glistening pink lips of my pussy and I can feel your breath beat in unsteady waves against the over sensitized flesh. You dip your head down, burrowing your tongue in between the pouty lips and drag your tongue up... down...

Oh fuck. It feels good. Too good. I arch my back and spread my arms wide, curling my fingers into the bed sheets, fisting them tightly in my palms.

Your tongue moves up to circle my clit and I whimper brokenly.

"Please baby... please, I..."

You nip my clit lightly with your teeth and pull your face back, away from my aching pussy.

"No... please... don't... don't stop."

"Hold the camera baby."

My mind feels like it's packed with cobwebs, my eyes are glazed over with lust, my body feels like a quivering puddle of melted wax. I can't think... can't fucking think...

"What?"

"The camera baby, hold the camera."

Oh Fuck. "I can't... I..."

I shake my head, trying to clear the cobwebs and you lean down and flick your tongue teasingly over my clit, " Yes, you can."

"Please..."

You sit up and tug one of the hands fisted in the bed sheets loose, "Hold the camera baby."

You pull me up a bit and place the camera in my hand, maneuvering both until my pussy fills the view screen.

My hands are shaking, my thighs are quivering, my pussy is pulsing....

"I can't do this. My hands..."

"Shhh. Just watch. I want you to watch me while I make you cum."

Oh God.

Oh Fuck.

You drop back down and bury your face in my pussy, your tongue a wild, wicked, sinful flurry of motion.

Oh...

Fuck...

I can see you... licking... sucking... nibbling... biting...

My hands are unsteady, the camera is shaking but I can't tear my eyes away. I can see you... pleasuring me... and...

"Oh Fuck, Oh Fuck, Oh Fuck... OH FUCK..."

It's too fucking much. My walls clench tight and I burst in a blinding flash of white light... coating your tongue, filling your mouth.


There's a deep well of trust between A and I, that's the only reason I would ever allow myself to be filmed in such a personal manner. Not everyone shares that same trust and unless you do, I wouldn't advise taping your sexual exploits. But ladies and gentlemen, if you'd like to watch you and your partner pleasuring each other there's a way that doesn't involve incriminating footage. The next time someone is performing oral on you, fingering you, fucking you (the list goes on) and you want to watch - take a mirror and get into a position where you can aim the mirror at the action and still be able to see the image reflected in the mirror.

It's a delicious sight. Trust me.

Enjoy.

Posted by SD at 9:21 PM

5 Comments

  1. Blogger O posted at 2:23 AM, June 18, 2005  
    jesus mary and joseph, woman, how can i read such things whilst P is away?
    Damn!!!!---(sigh) Lovely. Truly SD you are a Witch. No doubt.
    I'm breathless, and speechless too.

    And yet (ok, trying desperately to get body under contol....mind slowly returning)---you are also so right in how you end this post. Mirrors are cheap, and will reflect anything, retaining nothing. Very safe, and smart.
  2. Blogger W. S. Cross posted at 9:59 AM, June 19, 2005  
    Photographic evidence is always incriminating, though sometimes in a delicious way. The photos at Beyond You & Me are that kind of vestigial evidence from the scene of the crime.
  3. Blogger Minerva posted at 1:43 PM, June 19, 2005  
    First time I have ventured over here, and so glad I have..
    Wonderful, powerful erotic writing...
    *shiver*

    Minerva
  4. Blogger SD posted at 11:39 AM, June 20, 2005  
    O... I'm sorry darling, I wasn't thinking...

    ... Absence is to love what wind is to fire; it extinguishes the small, it enkindles the great ...

    Mmm, thank you for the lovely comments. You are forever leaving me breathless, I am honored to return the favor.

    Yes, mirrors are a miraculous thing, aren't they?


    w.s. cross...Yes, I absolutely agree with you.


    minerva... Thank you. I ventured your way too... lovely.


    [jx]... And you were missed equally as much, my sweet.

    ... When you miss me just look up to the night sky and remember, I'm like a star; sometimes you can't see me, but I'm always there ...


    81 v's... Coming from you, someone who I find absolutely brilliant, that is the loveliest of compliments. Thank you.

    SD
  5. Blogger SD posted at 6:54 AM, June 21, 2005  
    Rod... Yes, I agree with you. Watching in a mirror is lovely when you're in the moment but it doesn't bring the excitement of knowing that when the moment has passed and the excitement has been sated, you can sit back, hit rewind and relive the intensity of the moment over and over again.

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