AdamSterling
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A Night of Sensory Overload - by Adam Sterling
written during the 1990s
It's a beautiful summer night. The sun set about an hour ago, and we are alone. I promised you a night to remember, and I decided to get started on fulfilling that promise. We slowly undress each other, and hop into the shower for a long, relaxing, cleansing session with the shower massager. We dry each other off, I put on some socks and underwear, but you decide not to wear anything. You say it's because you want to feel everything I do, with none of my actions being retarded by any fabric.
Not soon after, you are found on my large king-size bed, face up. Two colorful scarves have fastened your arms to the corners of the bed near the pillows. A larger, longer scarf has fastened your two beautiful feet to the center of the bed. Your feet aren't touching each other -- they're about six inches apart. Your rear end is sitting on a pillow.
I enter the room, carrying a small bag. I say nothing, you say nothing. I look at you, and you nod in approval. We discussed beforehand that there is a safeword -- "aardvark." I empty the bag, one item at a time, and bring each item up close to your eyes. I show you, in order, an old toothbrush, a large, flowing feather, a shaving brush, and a cup of ice cubes. You brace yourself, anticipating the worst and best of what's to come.
But first, to heighten your awareness to all the senses that will be eventually explored, I tell you that I want to kiss and lick your body all over, from head to toe. I undress completely, leaving only my socks and underwear on. You glance at my crotch area and I catch you doing that -- I smile and say, "Not yet... but soon."
I get on the bed, and give you a mouth-watering, slow, seductive kiss. It's wonderful. I leave your mouth, gliding my tongue towards your forehead, then around your eyes, kissing and licking, first one cheek, then across your nose, then to the other cheek, all the while my lips and tongue never leave your face. I lick and caress your chin, your neck, your left shoulder, across your chest, to the other shoulder, and I'm climbing over you to get to your arm. I lick slowly, lovingly, down your arm, across your elbow, towards your wrist, to your fingers.
I lick and suck on every one of your fingers, and you delight in every sensation it makes. I go back up your arm, across your chest again, pausing briefly to kiss you lightly on the mouth, while you are sighing with incredible pleasure -- and I haven't even gotten to the good stuff yet.
I go down your other arm, performing those same sucks and licks on your other hand, and then back up towards your shoulder. Then I slowly, teasingly, caress your breasts with my tongue. In several swirling circles, I smoothly go around each breast with my tongue, then around each areola, then sucking each nipple. From there I go to your tummy, covering each square inch of it with my saliva. I approach your hips, and to do so I scoot a bit off the bed such that my hips are lined up with your feet. You take advantage of this and begin to flex your peds to arouse me -- it works. My cock begins to grow, and I smile. "Thank you, but we're just getting started."
My salivating mouth approaches your nether region, and I begin to gently, lightly caress it with my tongue. After about a minute you are remarkably turned on, but I tell you that I'm done with licking you head to toe, and I -- regrettably -- move away. You plead with me to stay there, but I say, "Absence makes the heart grow fonder. The longer I'm away from there, the better it will be when I return." You agree with some reluctance, but I ensure you -- this will be a night to remember.
I tongue your legs, up and down, from your thighs to your knees to your ankles. Then, I get off the bed, get on my knees and begin to lick and caress your absolutely perfect feet. I suck on each toe, in between each toe, and lay my tongue across your soles, from the balls of your feet to your heels.
You sigh in contentment, fully awake and aware to every lick and caress my tongue has done. But finally, the time has come.
I get up, get the large, flowing feather, and slowly, teasingly, touch it to your breasts. You start to giggle. I move it up and down your torso, and you laugh loudly. I move the feather oh-so-slowly along your legs, towards your feet, and you go berserk. Now I know you are completely aroused, so I drop the feather, and bring a toothbrush to your feet. You thrash on the bed, but you can't move. It's all you can do to flex your feet, spread and contract your toes, and wiggle to escape the harshness of the toothbrush.
Now I get on the bed, still tickling you with the toothbrush with one hand, but I start to stroke your clit gently with the other. I move the toothbrush into the other hand, and tickle your feet with my hands while using the toothbrush on your clit. You're still laughing, but you're also moaning a bit. I decide at this point to stop tickling your feet, remove my underwear, and stroke my cock with one hand and your clit with the other.
I drop the toothbrush and bring in the shaving brush on your clit. You start bucking wildly like a bronco, and still laughing a bit from the tickling sensations, but still sighing and moaning at the same time. We both know how remarkably close you are to orgasm, and so I briefly stop with the shaving brush, and show you the coup de gras -- an ice cube.
"No!" you say. "You'll drive me nuts! I won't be able to take it!" I say, "Yes you will!" and you react immediately when I put the ice cube on your clit. "Oh GOD!" you cry out, almost as if you're in pain. But you're in pleasure, more so than you've ever felt before. I rub the ice cube on your clit, back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, and you reach another plane of ecstasy -- one you've never been to before. Your eyes have rolled back into your head, your mouth is wide open, you are slowly bucking back and forth in a rhythm that is slowly but surely speeding up with every rub of the ice cube on your clit. You're bucking stronger now, adding an "unngh" every time your clit hits the middle of the ice cube. The ice cube is slowly melting, and there's cold water all over your crotch, my hand, and the pillow you're sitting on, but we don't care. It's all we can think of to get you across the other side.
The bucking gets even faster now, about once per half-second, and then you realize: you're almost there. You can feel it. You strive for it. No longer do you call out "unngh", but now you begin to softly babble incoherently -- you've never been here before, and you're not sure how to respond. I see this new behavior as a sign, and I stop masturbating with one hand and rubbing you with the other. I get two new, fresh, cold ice cubes, bring one to your clit and the other to your beautiful bare soles, and begin to furiously rub both up and down at a remarkable pace. You don't thank me -- you can't. You do acknowledge this, by laughing, moaning, and sighing all at the same time. I press the ice cubes harder and faster into your clit and feet, the sensations build more and more and more and then: it happens.
"AaaaaaaaaaaHahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! Ah! Ah! A-Hahaha! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!"
Your mind goes blank, your eyes are closed tight, your mouth is wide open and your tongue is hanging out, you are bucking more so now than you have been all night. Ecstasy. You revel in it, bask in it, enjoy it.
Finally, after a few minutes, you calm down, I untie you, and you climb on top of me. There are tears in your eyes -- from the nearly heart-stopping action of just moments ago, and from the joy you felt in what was a dream come true.
You ask me for the time. I say that it's close to midnight, and I remind you that we started about an hour after the sun went down. You kiss me, and then you begin to thank me the only way you know how.
written during the 1990s
It's a beautiful summer night. The sun set about an hour ago, and we are alone. I promised you a night to remember, and I decided to get started on fulfilling that promise. We slowly undress each other, and hop into the shower for a long, relaxing, cleansing session with the shower massager. We dry each other off, I put on some socks and underwear, but you decide not to wear anything. You say it's because you want to feel everything I do, with none of my actions being retarded by any fabric.
Not soon after, you are found on my large king-size bed, face up. Two colorful scarves have fastened your arms to the corners of the bed near the pillows. A larger, longer scarf has fastened your two beautiful feet to the center of the bed. Your feet aren't touching each other -- they're about six inches apart. Your rear end is sitting on a pillow.
I enter the room, carrying a small bag. I say nothing, you say nothing. I look at you, and you nod in approval. We discussed beforehand that there is a safeword -- "aardvark." I empty the bag, one item at a time, and bring each item up close to your eyes. I show you, in order, an old toothbrush, a large, flowing feather, a shaving brush, and a cup of ice cubes. You brace yourself, anticipating the worst and best of what's to come.
But first, to heighten your awareness to all the senses that will be eventually explored, I tell you that I want to kiss and lick your body all over, from head to toe. I undress completely, leaving only my socks and underwear on. You glance at my crotch area and I catch you doing that -- I smile and say, "Not yet... but soon."
I get on the bed, and give you a mouth-watering, slow, seductive kiss. It's wonderful. I leave your mouth, gliding my tongue towards your forehead, then around your eyes, kissing and licking, first one cheek, then across your nose, then to the other cheek, all the while my lips and tongue never leave your face. I lick and caress your chin, your neck, your left shoulder, across your chest, to the other shoulder, and I'm climbing over you to get to your arm. I lick slowly, lovingly, down your arm, across your elbow, towards your wrist, to your fingers.
I lick and suck on every one of your fingers, and you delight in every sensation it makes. I go back up your arm, across your chest again, pausing briefly to kiss you lightly on the mouth, while you are sighing with incredible pleasure -- and I haven't even gotten to the good stuff yet.
I go down your other arm, performing those same sucks and licks on your other hand, and then back up towards your shoulder. Then I slowly, teasingly, caress your breasts with my tongue. In several swirling circles, I smoothly go around each breast with my tongue, then around each areola, then sucking each nipple. From there I go to your tummy, covering each square inch of it with my saliva. I approach your hips, and to do so I scoot a bit off the bed such that my hips are lined up with your feet. You take advantage of this and begin to flex your peds to arouse me -- it works. My cock begins to grow, and I smile. "Thank you, but we're just getting started."
My salivating mouth approaches your nether region, and I begin to gently, lightly caress it with my tongue. After about a minute you are remarkably turned on, but I tell you that I'm done with licking you head to toe, and I -- regrettably -- move away. You plead with me to stay there, but I say, "Absence makes the heart grow fonder. The longer I'm away from there, the better it will be when I return." You agree with some reluctance, but I ensure you -- this will be a night to remember.
I tongue your legs, up and down, from your thighs to your knees to your ankles. Then, I get off the bed, get on my knees and begin to lick and caress your absolutely perfect feet. I suck on each toe, in between each toe, and lay my tongue across your soles, from the balls of your feet to your heels.
You sigh in contentment, fully awake and aware to every lick and caress my tongue has done. But finally, the time has come.
I get up, get the large, flowing feather, and slowly, teasingly, touch it to your breasts. You start to giggle. I move it up and down your torso, and you laugh loudly. I move the feather oh-so-slowly along your legs, towards your feet, and you go berserk. Now I know you are completely aroused, so I drop the feather, and bring a toothbrush to your feet. You thrash on the bed, but you can't move. It's all you can do to flex your feet, spread and contract your toes, and wiggle to escape the harshness of the toothbrush.
Now I get on the bed, still tickling you with the toothbrush with one hand, but I start to stroke your clit gently with the other. I move the toothbrush into the other hand, and tickle your feet with my hands while using the toothbrush on your clit. You're still laughing, but you're also moaning a bit. I decide at this point to stop tickling your feet, remove my underwear, and stroke my cock with one hand and your clit with the other.
I drop the toothbrush and bring in the shaving brush on your clit. You start bucking wildly like a bronco, and still laughing a bit from the tickling sensations, but still sighing and moaning at the same time. We both know how remarkably close you are to orgasm, and so I briefly stop with the shaving brush, and show you the coup de gras -- an ice cube.
"No!" you say. "You'll drive me nuts! I won't be able to take it!" I say, "Yes you will!" and you react immediately when I put the ice cube on your clit. "Oh GOD!" you cry out, almost as if you're in pain. But you're in pleasure, more so than you've ever felt before. I rub the ice cube on your clit, back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, and you reach another plane of ecstasy -- one you've never been to before. Your eyes have rolled back into your head, your mouth is wide open, you are slowly bucking back and forth in a rhythm that is slowly but surely speeding up with every rub of the ice cube on your clit. You're bucking stronger now, adding an "unngh" every time your clit hits the middle of the ice cube. The ice cube is slowly melting, and there's cold water all over your crotch, my hand, and the pillow you're sitting on, but we don't care. It's all we can think of to get you across the other side.
The bucking gets even faster now, about once per half-second, and then you realize: you're almost there. You can feel it. You strive for it. No longer do you call out "unngh", but now you begin to softly babble incoherently -- you've never been here before, and you're not sure how to respond. I see this new behavior as a sign, and I stop masturbating with one hand and rubbing you with the other. I get two new, fresh, cold ice cubes, bring one to your clit and the other to your beautiful bare soles, and begin to furiously rub both up and down at a remarkable pace. You don't thank me -- you can't. You do acknowledge this, by laughing, moaning, and sighing all at the same time. I press the ice cubes harder and faster into your clit and feet, the sensations build more and more and more and then: it happens.
"AaaaaaaaaaaHahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! Ah! Ah! A-Hahaha! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!"
Your mind goes blank, your eyes are closed tight, your mouth is wide open and your tongue is hanging out, you are bucking more so now than you have been all night. Ecstasy. You revel in it, bask in it, enjoy it.
Finally, after a few minutes, you calm down, I untie you, and you climb on top of me. There are tears in your eyes -- from the nearly heart-stopping action of just moments ago, and from the joy you felt in what was a dream come true.
You ask me for the time. I say that it's close to midnight, and I remind you that we started about an hour after the sun went down. You kiss me, and then you begin to thank me the only way you know how.
