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Hello,everybody!It's the first time I post in this part of the forum.I found this F/M extract in a "adult" JAG fanfiction and I thougt it would be interestin to share.This takes place during a date between Sarah Mackenzie,the heroine of the TV set and her fiance,CIA agent Clayton Webb.Infortunately,it's a little bit quick
He could feel her warm breath on him, and he was certain she was about to take him into her mouth and end his suspense. But to his surprise, she didn’t. Instead, she suddenly got to her feet, and said, “Stand up, please.”
When he’d done as she’d asked, she slid the robe from his shoulders and let it puddle on the floor. Taking his hand, she guided him over between the posts of the bed, and quickly and securely tied one of his wrists to the post with a soft silk cord. Sarah’s actions caught him by surprise, and he laughed, pleased by her unexpected willingness to do this sort of thing with him.
She just smiled beguilingly at him, quickly tethering his other wrist, as well as his ankles, then, when she was finished, she stood in front of him, just looking at him, as though observing her handiwork.
Now that Sarah had Clay completely at her mercy, she wasn’t completely sure just what she ought to do with him. This was virgin territory for her, so to speak. She thought for a moment, and then decided that she was just going to have to make it up as she went along. After all, going with the flow had worked so far this evening.
Her eyes darted rapidly around the room, assessing the contents and what might be done with them, and then came to rest on vase holding the peacock feathers. A wicked grin suddenly crossed her face. Carefully selecting one of the feathers, and making a big production of choosing just the right one, Sarah proceeded to run it over Clay’s body, determining as she went along which areas seemed to be the most sensitive to being tickled, and paying them more attention. It seemed to Clay that Sarah was purposely avoiding the very areas that he most wanted her to touch.
Sarah repeatedly fluttered the feather to and fro, up and down, around and back, making him squirm and twist at its touch, but being bound, Clay was unable to escape Sarah’s feathery attentions. The play with the feather was great fun for a while, with both of them occasionally reduced to nearly helpless laughter, mirthful tears springing to their eyes from the sheer hilarity of the game and the simple happiness of just being together with no outside world to worry about. But Sarah decided that she wanted to give Clay more ‘personal’ attention than the peacock feather could afford.
He could feel her warm breath on him, and he was certain she was about to take him into her mouth and end his suspense. But to his surprise, she didn’t. Instead, she suddenly got to her feet, and said, “Stand up, please.”
When he’d done as she’d asked, she slid the robe from his shoulders and let it puddle on the floor. Taking his hand, she guided him over between the posts of the bed, and quickly and securely tied one of his wrists to the post with a soft silk cord. Sarah’s actions caught him by surprise, and he laughed, pleased by her unexpected willingness to do this sort of thing with him.
She just smiled beguilingly at him, quickly tethering his other wrist, as well as his ankles, then, when she was finished, she stood in front of him, just looking at him, as though observing her handiwork.
Now that Sarah had Clay completely at her mercy, she wasn’t completely sure just what she ought to do with him. This was virgin territory for her, so to speak. She thought for a moment, and then decided that she was just going to have to make it up as she went along. After all, going with the flow had worked so far this evening.
Her eyes darted rapidly around the room, assessing the contents and what might be done with them, and then came to rest on vase holding the peacock feathers. A wicked grin suddenly crossed her face. Carefully selecting one of the feathers, and making a big production of choosing just the right one, Sarah proceeded to run it over Clay’s body, determining as she went along which areas seemed to be the most sensitive to being tickled, and paying them more attention. It seemed to Clay that Sarah was purposely avoiding the very areas that he most wanted her to touch.
Sarah repeatedly fluttered the feather to and fro, up and down, around and back, making him squirm and twist at its touch, but being bound, Clay was unable to escape Sarah’s feathery attentions. The play with the feather was great fun for a while, with both of them occasionally reduced to nearly helpless laughter, mirthful tears springing to their eyes from the sheer hilarity of the game and the simple happiness of just being together with no outside world to worry about. But Sarah decided that she wanted to give Clay more ‘personal’ attention than the peacock feather could afford.
