Characters Jondalar and Ayla taken from Jean M Auel's Earth's Children books.
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Ayla’s moist skin glistened as she strode confidently up the banks of the river. She bent down to pick up a towel, her golden hair clinging to the soft skin of her back and chest. He found himself mesmerised by her erect nipples she gently dried her torso. She stretched up her arms, revealing perfectly smooth armpits as she continued to dry herself. Glancing over to Jondalar she smiled then walked, still naked, seductively over to him. With a sudden movement he skilfully grasped her wrists and whipped her around so that she was unable to escape. A bubbly laugh escaped her lips as he breathed against her neck and ear. Jondalar smiled, lifted her up and carried her towards the nearby trees where he had everything prepared. He placed her down on the furs and deftly tied her wrists and ankles to the restraints he had attached to the surrounding tree trunks. Looking down at her fantastic taut, spread-eagled body he could barely contain himself, but he knew that the more he teased her the better it would be for them both. He bent down beside her fragranced body and took a few moments to stare at her beautiful face. She had her eyes closed and her soft lips were smiling; hinting at her anticipation. He reached down and picked up the blindfold and lent over her to place it over her eyes, gently tickling her neck and face with the ties. Ayla gasped out in surprise, then giggled as she realised where the sensations had originated. Then she closed her eyes once more, taking a last look at Jondalar before he placed the blindfold over her finely featured face. He sat just away from her on the soft furs and gazed long at her perfectly shaped body, knowing soon that it would be writhing under his touch. She jerked occasionally in expectation, feeling herself become more aware of every nerve in her body. Finally Jondalar reached out for her exposed neck and touched it gently with his finger tips. She cried out in a mixture of delight and protest as he continued to softly tickle her. Not wanting to take her beyond self control just yet he removed his finger tips once more and waited. Her breath swiftly became more erratic as she began to feel more and more vulnerable. Then he quickly brushed one erect nipple with his finger tips, and then swiftly moved on to the other. Ayla’s body rushed upwards as far as the restraints would allow, desperate to feel those sensations again which had sent a tingling sensation all over her body. She discovered that the area between her thighs was awakened and throbbing excitedly. She arched her back further, stretching her torso as Jondalar continued to tease her nipples several times over. Ayla’s expression was of ecstasy as he continued. She occasionally released a moan between her heavy breathing. Finally, partially exhausted, she collapsed back into the furs. Seeing that she was now entirely at his mercy he skilfully tickled her belly, sides and ribs. Ayla writhed constantly beneath his touch, begging him to stop in between gasps. She was experiencing a curious mix of bliss and torture that she had never known before. Jondalar then rushed his tickling fingers up and down her torso and across her chest in several sweeping motions. Her body followed his path; rising up to meet his excited finger tips. By now her face was contorted in a mixture of extreme pleasure and pain, with occasional begging words escaping from her soft, full lips. She squirmed, now desperate to escape his touch, but Jondalar had only just begun. He furiously tickled her smooth stomach, watching it ripple under his touch. Ayla cried out repeatedly in excitement as he circled her navel, and then moaned as he lightly tickled it. By now she was experiencing so many sensations at once that her body was overcome. She repeatedly begged him to put an end to her torment, but he just smiled and tickled her with more abandon. Then he swiftly attacked one of her flawless armpits with one hand and her silky pale neck with the other. She squirmed beneath him whilst intermittently giggling and moaning with delight. The sensations where so fantastic that she thought she might pass out under the strain of his frantic tickling. Jondalar’s other hand then dived into her other smooth armpit and he proceeded to recklessly tickle them both, occasionally sweeping his hands up towards her inner elbows and wrists. Ayla jerked constantly below him as he continued to tickle her harder and harder. By now he was panting with the thrill of her reactions to him, it was all he could do to stop himself from taking her there and then. To calm himself he took a momentary break and watched Ayla’s body heaving up and down as she struggled to take her breath. He let her calm down for a few minutes, marvelling at the beauty of her figure which was indeed perfect in everyway. At last he let himself go once more and moved down to her thighs. He began by lightly tickling them, smiling at Ayla as she gasped out loud when she felt the flow of warmth run all through her. He began to tease her by running his fingers towards her inner thighs and then rapidly away again as he heard her moans increase with longing. Then he reached for her knees, knowing how sensitive they were, and roughly tickled them both with each skilful hand. She repeatedly protested loudly as he continued and attempted to escape his stimulating fingers. Jondalar just laughed at her struggles and tickled her knees even more ferociously. Before she became so tortured that her soft lips would only emit screams he glided his fingers down towards her ankles. She tried to lurch away from him as he approached them, but to no avail. Jondalar proceeded to fiercely tickle her ankles and hinted that it would be her feet next when she begged him to stop. By now Ayla had lost all self control. Her body felt like it was no longer her own for it was pulsating violently. She was struggling to keep silent, and she definitely had no control over her body’s movements which had been jerking and wriggling of its own accord. She dreaded the moment that Jondalar would lower his expert fingers to her feet, for she knew that she would become so excited by it that she was likely to pass out. She shouted out begging words as Jondalar lowered his animated fingers to her soft, delicate soles, but he was too overcome with anticipation to hear. He began by lightly tickling her toes, and then slid his finger tips along her arch and up to the ball of her perfect foot. Ayla was on the edge of screaming and was writhing in desperation. After a few moments of light tickling, Jondalar increased the pace and concentrated on certain parts of her beautiful foot. He could hardly hear the shrieks that escaped Ayla’s lips as he threw his head back and let his fingers take control. As he could no longer contain himself he took his other hand and proceeded to fiercely tickle both of her feet at once. This was almost too much for poor Ayla who was on the verge of losing consciousness. Jondalar glanced over to her and noticed that she was practically exhausted so he paused and moved his hands to the ties on her ankles. He quickly untied them, not wanting the excitement of the moment to die away, and then slid his hands up her flawless legs and sides to her wrists. Ayla’s body moved in anticipation as he undid the last restraints and removed the blindfold. She gazed up into his eyes, her pupils dilating in expectation of the next pleasures she was to experience. Jondalar moved his muscled body over hers and she cried out in delight as he entered her easily. He pushed himself all the way inside her as she rose up to meet him. They both cried out as they experienced a rush of overpowering sensations as they continued. Finally they both came and he threw himself down upon her soft body panting from the exertion.
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Hope you enjoyed that.
This is my first story so please tell me what you thought!
Ayesha.
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Ayla’s moist skin glistened as she strode confidently up the banks of the river. She bent down to pick up a towel, her golden hair clinging to the soft skin of her back and chest. He found himself mesmerised by her erect nipples she gently dried her torso. She stretched up her arms, revealing perfectly smooth armpits as she continued to dry herself. Glancing over to Jondalar she smiled then walked, still naked, seductively over to him. With a sudden movement he skilfully grasped her wrists and whipped her around so that she was unable to escape. A bubbly laugh escaped her lips as he breathed against her neck and ear. Jondalar smiled, lifted her up and carried her towards the nearby trees where he had everything prepared. He placed her down on the furs and deftly tied her wrists and ankles to the restraints he had attached to the surrounding tree trunks. Looking down at her fantastic taut, spread-eagled body he could barely contain himself, but he knew that the more he teased her the better it would be for them both. He bent down beside her fragranced body and took a few moments to stare at her beautiful face. She had her eyes closed and her soft lips were smiling; hinting at her anticipation. He reached down and picked up the blindfold and lent over her to place it over her eyes, gently tickling her neck and face with the ties. Ayla gasped out in surprise, then giggled as she realised where the sensations had originated. Then she closed her eyes once more, taking a last look at Jondalar before he placed the blindfold over her finely featured face. He sat just away from her on the soft furs and gazed long at her perfectly shaped body, knowing soon that it would be writhing under his touch. She jerked occasionally in expectation, feeling herself become more aware of every nerve in her body. Finally Jondalar reached out for her exposed neck and touched it gently with his finger tips. She cried out in a mixture of delight and protest as he continued to softly tickle her. Not wanting to take her beyond self control just yet he removed his finger tips once more and waited. Her breath swiftly became more erratic as she began to feel more and more vulnerable. Then he quickly brushed one erect nipple with his finger tips, and then swiftly moved on to the other. Ayla’s body rushed upwards as far as the restraints would allow, desperate to feel those sensations again which had sent a tingling sensation all over her body. She discovered that the area between her thighs was awakened and throbbing excitedly. She arched her back further, stretching her torso as Jondalar continued to tease her nipples several times over. Ayla’s expression was of ecstasy as he continued. She occasionally released a moan between her heavy breathing. Finally, partially exhausted, she collapsed back into the furs. Seeing that she was now entirely at his mercy he skilfully tickled her belly, sides and ribs. Ayla writhed constantly beneath his touch, begging him to stop in between gasps. She was experiencing a curious mix of bliss and torture that she had never known before. Jondalar then rushed his tickling fingers up and down her torso and across her chest in several sweeping motions. Her body followed his path; rising up to meet his excited finger tips. By now her face was contorted in a mixture of extreme pleasure and pain, with occasional begging words escaping from her soft, full lips. She squirmed, now desperate to escape his touch, but Jondalar had only just begun. He furiously tickled her smooth stomach, watching it ripple under his touch. Ayla cried out repeatedly in excitement as he circled her navel, and then moaned as he lightly tickled it. By now she was experiencing so many sensations at once that her body was overcome. She repeatedly begged him to put an end to her torment, but he just smiled and tickled her with more abandon. Then he swiftly attacked one of her flawless armpits with one hand and her silky pale neck with the other. She squirmed beneath him whilst intermittently giggling and moaning with delight. The sensations where so fantastic that she thought she might pass out under the strain of his frantic tickling. Jondalar’s other hand then dived into her other smooth armpit and he proceeded to recklessly tickle them both, occasionally sweeping his hands up towards her inner elbows and wrists. Ayla jerked constantly below him as he continued to tickle her harder and harder. By now he was panting with the thrill of her reactions to him, it was all he could do to stop himself from taking her there and then. To calm himself he took a momentary break and watched Ayla’s body heaving up and down as she struggled to take her breath. He let her calm down for a few minutes, marvelling at the beauty of her figure which was indeed perfect in everyway. At last he let himself go once more and moved down to her thighs. He began by lightly tickling them, smiling at Ayla as she gasped out loud when she felt the flow of warmth run all through her. He began to tease her by running his fingers towards her inner thighs and then rapidly away again as he heard her moans increase with longing. Then he reached for her knees, knowing how sensitive they were, and roughly tickled them both with each skilful hand. She repeatedly protested loudly as he continued and attempted to escape his stimulating fingers. Jondalar just laughed at her struggles and tickled her knees even more ferociously. Before she became so tortured that her soft lips would only emit screams he glided his fingers down towards her ankles. She tried to lurch away from him as he approached them, but to no avail. Jondalar proceeded to fiercely tickle her ankles and hinted that it would be her feet next when she begged him to stop. By now Ayla had lost all self control. Her body felt like it was no longer her own for it was pulsating violently. She was struggling to keep silent, and she definitely had no control over her body’s movements which had been jerking and wriggling of its own accord. She dreaded the moment that Jondalar would lower his expert fingers to her feet, for she knew that she would become so excited by it that she was likely to pass out. She shouted out begging words as Jondalar lowered his animated fingers to her soft, delicate soles, but he was too overcome with anticipation to hear. He began by lightly tickling her toes, and then slid his finger tips along her arch and up to the ball of her perfect foot. Ayla was on the edge of screaming and was writhing in desperation. After a few moments of light tickling, Jondalar increased the pace and concentrated on certain parts of her beautiful foot. He could hardly hear the shrieks that escaped Ayla’s lips as he threw his head back and let his fingers take control. As he could no longer contain himself he took his other hand and proceeded to fiercely tickle both of her feet at once. This was almost too much for poor Ayla who was on the verge of losing consciousness. Jondalar glanced over to her and noticed that she was practically exhausted so he paused and moved his hands to the ties on her ankles. He quickly untied them, not wanting the excitement of the moment to die away, and then slid his hands up her flawless legs and sides to her wrists. Ayla’s body moved in anticipation as he undid the last restraints and removed the blindfold. She gazed up into his eyes, her pupils dilating in expectation of the next pleasures she was to experience. Jondalar moved his muscled body over hers and she cried out in delight as he entered her easily. He pushed himself all the way inside her as she rose up to meet him. They both cried out as they experienced a rush of overpowering sensations as they continued. Finally they both came and he threw himself down upon her soft body panting from the exertion.
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Hope you enjoyed that.
This is my first story so please tell me what you thought!Ayesha.
