This is my first time ever posting one of my stories on the forums. Let me know what you all think. Critique away! 
(F/M with some bondage, whipping, and intercourse)
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(F/M with some bondage, whipping, and intercourse)
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He never dreamed he could find someone like her; someone so much like himself yet so vastly different. He never realized that she would be involved in the same underground world of which he had secretly been a member for so many unspoken years. He thought he was alone, save for those few like-minded individuals he found comfort with in the online forums. When his eyes met hers however, all of that dread lifted off of him and he finally felt understood. It was an immediate connection, driven by passion and mutual understanding.
She had a fiery aura about her, with just enough mystery to keep him guessing for years to come. He was attracted to every aspect of her; from her long-flowing auburn hair, to the curve of her porcelain hips, to her piercing green eyes. He loved it all. She was the perfect size; just enough to grab on to, but she was still dainty in her own way. With all that attracted him, nothing had drawn him in as fast as her lips; the slight smirk she wore when she was day dreaming. He could never figure out what exactly she had on her mind, but he knew it was always something interesting.
She felt the same about him. He was this mysterious and intriguing man, olive skinned with pitch black hair that he wore in a messy, straight-out-of-bed style. She didn’t normally go for men, but he was an exception. He was immensely different from the other guys she’d known; tender but strong, kind but powerful. There was so much life behind those mahogany eyes; she could just fall into them and escape reality for little while. His hands were in a league of their own; caressing her and knowing just the right way to touch. There was strength in them, but he knew just how to skim across her skin in a way that would leave her breathless, begging for more. He was so sweet, but had the edge she craved.
After revealing their lifestyles to each other, the attraction only grew. It was like a magnetic pull, drawing them toward one another without hesitation. It wasn’t long before the sexual tension became too much to bear. They were lying down together, lips moving in time and bodies intertwined. She made the first move, reaching for his belt buckle, quickly unfastening it and sliding it out from around his waist. Slowly, she slid off his t-shirt and threw it aside, letting her hands find their way to his pants. She could already feel him growing, throbbing to be released from his denim cage.
Once down to his briefs, she took his hands, binding each one by the wrist to the top of her four-post bed. He was surprised at first, not knowing that they were jumping right into play their first time. He became nervous and she saw this, but she knew just how to ease his worry. It was her first time playing too, but she knew exactly what to do. He took comfort in her knowing glance, trusting himself to her completely and giving himself over willingly. Once eased, she proceeded to strap his ankles to the lower bed posts and tighten them so that he was laying spread eagle before her, unable to move more than a wriggle—which is just what she wanted to make him do.
Although they had talked about wanting to switch every now and again, in her heart she was a domme. She was a sadist and she wanted the chance to experience that part of her with him. Now that he was restrained before her, she almost was at a loss of what to do first. He was still throbbing, just at the simple notion of being tied up by her, his dark angel. She looked down upon him, helpless and vulnerable, and decided she wanted to make his skin even more sensitive than she knew it already was. She pulled out her flogger and slowly dragged it across his abdomen. His eyes widened in shock and pleasure as he felt the smooth leather make his skin crawl. When she first struck him, it was light, just enough to ease him into it while allowing her to find her rhythm. She started whipping harder, gaining speed as she found her aim on his bare chest. He moaned in exquisite agony as he felt his skin become raw and warm.
She brought the whip to a halt as she felt him start to wince from the pain. She sensually whispered in his ear, “Don’t quit on me now. I’m just getting warmed up” before she laid her whip down and brought out the feather duster.
“Now’s where the fun really begins”, she said before lightly dragging the feathers across his lower stomach.
He was so sensitive. The whipping, though painful, had left his skin completely vulnerable and responsive. She had already known him for being extremely ticklish, but this set him off. He had never felt so much torturous pleasure in his life. The way she feathered his body made him want to cry out in laughter.
Just when he thought he would explode with pleasure, she quietly set down the feather duster and straddled him. Concerned he hadn’t been what she expected, he tried to ask what was wrong. Before he could open his mouth however, she had placed her hand over his lips, making him swallow his words. That familiar smirk ran across her lips as he stared into her eyes. He finally realized what she was thinking and he was instantly throbbing harder than ever before. Slowly she let her hand slide off his mouth and down his body while her other hand was already resting on his side. With one last menacing look, she started tickling him with her bare hands. She started playfully at first, but built up into more intense, sadistic tickles that covered his entire abdomen. He couldn’t contain himself. He instantly burst out into loud, uncontrollable laughter that seemed to echo off the walls. He felt so lost in the ticklish sensation, escaping to a fantastic place where he felt nothing but his skin crawling at her every touch and tickle. He never wanted to feel anything but her fingers on his sensitive skin. It was ecstasy.
She worked her way all over his body, moving from his ribs and abdomen, trailing down his side and over his stomach, moving down toward his hips. He was so ticklish there in that flat spot right above his penis. She pressed her thumbs into the pressure points on his hips, making him squeak and thrust away, trying to escape her grasp, but to no avail. She smiled to herself and let him settle back down before moving down his legs to his bare feet, teasing him behind the knees as she repositioned herself. He mumbled “no, not my feet!” before she grabbed him by the ankles and started slowly dragging her fingers in and out of the spaces between his ticklish toes. He tried to squirm and he cried out in laughter, but she had a hold of him too tightly. The bonds she had put him in were too strong and he struggled uselessly. She moved between each and every toe before scraping her nails down the soles of both his feet, making him giggle uncontrollably. Just when he thought he might pass out from laughing so hard, she eased off, repositioning herself next to him.
She started to strip for him, slowly removing each piece of clothing, letting him see her naked body and gaze longingly at her form. She had all the right curves in all the right places. He loved every inch of it. He wanted to reach out and pull her in close, but he was still restrained. She just teased him, coming so close, but never touching. It made his skin ache to be touched again. He wanted more tickles.
After teasing him for a while, she pulled down his briefs the rest of the way and mounted him, sliding on top of him with little effort. He didn’t expect this, but he was ready for it. She let out a short giggle as he slid inside her, saying that it was tickling her from the inside. He was amused by this chance at retribution, so he made himself throb while she squirmed on top of him giggling. She didn’t let this go easily, however. She scratched painfully down his chest to get him to obey and he quickly obliged, becoming more turned on with everything she did to him. She started tickling his stomach again, making him laugh and squirm while she rode him harder. It was bliss, him being tickled while she rode him; he would throb inside of her and she would contract around him, escalating the pleasure until they were both moaning and giggling together.
As he came, she continued riding him until he was completely spent and begging for mercy. While she was still on top of him, she stopped riding and instead turned her full attention on tickling his body. After the earlier pain and the recent orgasm, he was entirely too defenseless and sensitive not to take advantage of it while she could. She continued tickling his abdomen, all up and down his ribs and arm pits, across his stomach and around his neck, occasionally hitting his hip bones as she worked him over, making him shudder and spasm with ticklish pleasure long after he had been finished. When she had finally had enough of torturing him, she let him free of his restraints and they held each other, lightly tickle-teasing each other long into the night, intertwining their bodies, kissing, and laughing with one another for hours.
She had a fiery aura about her, with just enough mystery to keep him guessing for years to come. He was attracted to every aspect of her; from her long-flowing auburn hair, to the curve of her porcelain hips, to her piercing green eyes. He loved it all. She was the perfect size; just enough to grab on to, but she was still dainty in her own way. With all that attracted him, nothing had drawn him in as fast as her lips; the slight smirk she wore when she was day dreaming. He could never figure out what exactly she had on her mind, but he knew it was always something interesting.
She felt the same about him. He was this mysterious and intriguing man, olive skinned with pitch black hair that he wore in a messy, straight-out-of-bed style. She didn’t normally go for men, but he was an exception. He was immensely different from the other guys she’d known; tender but strong, kind but powerful. There was so much life behind those mahogany eyes; she could just fall into them and escape reality for little while. His hands were in a league of their own; caressing her and knowing just the right way to touch. There was strength in them, but he knew just how to skim across her skin in a way that would leave her breathless, begging for more. He was so sweet, but had the edge she craved.
After revealing their lifestyles to each other, the attraction only grew. It was like a magnetic pull, drawing them toward one another without hesitation. It wasn’t long before the sexual tension became too much to bear. They were lying down together, lips moving in time and bodies intertwined. She made the first move, reaching for his belt buckle, quickly unfastening it and sliding it out from around his waist. Slowly, she slid off his t-shirt and threw it aside, letting her hands find their way to his pants. She could already feel him growing, throbbing to be released from his denim cage.
Once down to his briefs, she took his hands, binding each one by the wrist to the top of her four-post bed. He was surprised at first, not knowing that they were jumping right into play their first time. He became nervous and she saw this, but she knew just how to ease his worry. It was her first time playing too, but she knew exactly what to do. He took comfort in her knowing glance, trusting himself to her completely and giving himself over willingly. Once eased, she proceeded to strap his ankles to the lower bed posts and tighten them so that he was laying spread eagle before her, unable to move more than a wriggle—which is just what she wanted to make him do.
Although they had talked about wanting to switch every now and again, in her heart she was a domme. She was a sadist and she wanted the chance to experience that part of her with him. Now that he was restrained before her, she almost was at a loss of what to do first. He was still throbbing, just at the simple notion of being tied up by her, his dark angel. She looked down upon him, helpless and vulnerable, and decided she wanted to make his skin even more sensitive than she knew it already was. She pulled out her flogger and slowly dragged it across his abdomen. His eyes widened in shock and pleasure as he felt the smooth leather make his skin crawl. When she first struck him, it was light, just enough to ease him into it while allowing her to find her rhythm. She started whipping harder, gaining speed as she found her aim on his bare chest. He moaned in exquisite agony as he felt his skin become raw and warm.
She brought the whip to a halt as she felt him start to wince from the pain. She sensually whispered in his ear, “Don’t quit on me now. I’m just getting warmed up” before she laid her whip down and brought out the feather duster.
“Now’s where the fun really begins”, she said before lightly dragging the feathers across his lower stomach.
He was so sensitive. The whipping, though painful, had left his skin completely vulnerable and responsive. She had already known him for being extremely ticklish, but this set him off. He had never felt so much torturous pleasure in his life. The way she feathered his body made him want to cry out in laughter.
Just when he thought he would explode with pleasure, she quietly set down the feather duster and straddled him. Concerned he hadn’t been what she expected, he tried to ask what was wrong. Before he could open his mouth however, she had placed her hand over his lips, making him swallow his words. That familiar smirk ran across her lips as he stared into her eyes. He finally realized what she was thinking and he was instantly throbbing harder than ever before. Slowly she let her hand slide off his mouth and down his body while her other hand was already resting on his side. With one last menacing look, she started tickling him with her bare hands. She started playfully at first, but built up into more intense, sadistic tickles that covered his entire abdomen. He couldn’t contain himself. He instantly burst out into loud, uncontrollable laughter that seemed to echo off the walls. He felt so lost in the ticklish sensation, escaping to a fantastic place where he felt nothing but his skin crawling at her every touch and tickle. He never wanted to feel anything but her fingers on his sensitive skin. It was ecstasy.
She worked her way all over his body, moving from his ribs and abdomen, trailing down his side and over his stomach, moving down toward his hips. He was so ticklish there in that flat spot right above his penis. She pressed her thumbs into the pressure points on his hips, making him squeak and thrust away, trying to escape her grasp, but to no avail. She smiled to herself and let him settle back down before moving down his legs to his bare feet, teasing him behind the knees as she repositioned herself. He mumbled “no, not my feet!” before she grabbed him by the ankles and started slowly dragging her fingers in and out of the spaces between his ticklish toes. He tried to squirm and he cried out in laughter, but she had a hold of him too tightly. The bonds she had put him in were too strong and he struggled uselessly. She moved between each and every toe before scraping her nails down the soles of both his feet, making him giggle uncontrollably. Just when he thought he might pass out from laughing so hard, she eased off, repositioning herself next to him.
She started to strip for him, slowly removing each piece of clothing, letting him see her naked body and gaze longingly at her form. She had all the right curves in all the right places. He loved every inch of it. He wanted to reach out and pull her in close, but he was still restrained. She just teased him, coming so close, but never touching. It made his skin ache to be touched again. He wanted more tickles.
After teasing him for a while, she pulled down his briefs the rest of the way and mounted him, sliding on top of him with little effort. He didn’t expect this, but he was ready for it. She let out a short giggle as he slid inside her, saying that it was tickling her from the inside. He was amused by this chance at retribution, so he made himself throb while she squirmed on top of him giggling. She didn’t let this go easily, however. She scratched painfully down his chest to get him to obey and he quickly obliged, becoming more turned on with everything she did to him. She started tickling his stomach again, making him laugh and squirm while she rode him harder. It was bliss, him being tickled while she rode him; he would throb inside of her and she would contract around him, escalating the pleasure until they were both moaning and giggling together.
As he came, she continued riding him until he was completely spent and begging for mercy. While she was still on top of him, she stopped riding and instead turned her full attention on tickling his body. After the earlier pain and the recent orgasm, he was entirely too defenseless and sensitive not to take advantage of it while she could. She continued tickling his abdomen, all up and down his ribs and arm pits, across his stomach and around his neck, occasionally hitting his hip bones as she worked him over, making him shudder and spasm with ticklish pleasure long after he had been finished. When she had finally had enough of torturing him, she let him free of his restraints and they held each other, lightly tickle-teasing each other long into the night, intertwining their bodies, kissing, and laughing with one another for hours.
