Trying my hand at fiction

Note: This story is based entirely on fictional events. So far >:-)

I am standing at the sink with my arms immersed in soapy water, humming to myself as I clean the dishes I used to make dinner this evening. He slips his arms around me from the back and nuzzles my neck. "Have you been good today?" he whispers, in that warning tone he uses that lets me know he wants to play. I feel a shiver race down my spine at his words. "Yes, sir" I answer softly, turning my head to meet his lips. "You're sure about that?" he asks, cupping my bottom gently. Whenever he does that I cannot help but feel that he's sending me a message. "You're mine" this message says, and it causes my skin to flush and heat to pool in my lower belly every time. To know that I belong to him is a beautiful gift. Knowing that he wants to play, I "accidentally" drop an old coffee mug on the floor and it shatters. There is a soft growl behind me as he squeezes my backside, just enough the make me yelp a little. "Tsk tsk," he says," haven't we discussed this clumsiness young lady?" The heat begins to grow and I can feel my breathing becoming more shallow. "Y-yes sir, I'm sorry, I'll clean it up," I stammer. He sighs and I resist the urge to beg him to make love to me right then. I know he wants to make this last and he will. "You'll clean it up when we're done, young lady," he informs me, his voice gravelly with a need I mirror in my body and soul.

With that proclamation, he leads me to the dining room table where he pulls out a chair and sits down. Gently, he guides me across his lap and rests his hand on my bottom. Lovingly, he begins to rub circles around my backside, building the anticipation of what is to come. He lifts my skirt and I can feel him chuckle slightly as he discovers I'm not wearing any panties. The blood is roaring through my head, creating a haze around my mind that is broken as soon as his hand connects sharply with my bare bottom. I gasp as I jerk slightly, the quick pain mixing deliciously with the pleasure he has already built. He rubs the spot he has just assaulted, enough to make the pain dull slightly and for me to let my guard down. As soon as I relax, the next blow lands. This erotic dance continues so long I lose all sense of time. Suddenly, the pace changes and his hand falls faster on my backside. Now there is no stopping to dull the pain and the warmth builds, both in my bottom and the place I so desperately want him to touch. When he stops, I can barely think through the need. He begins rubbing in circles again, each time dipping closer to where I'm dripping with need for him. "Are you going to behave little girl?" he asks, and his voice tells me that he wants me as much as I do him. "Yes, sir" I manage. "Good," he replies, and finally he dips his finger inside of me. On a sob, I push myself against his hand, seeking the release that has thus far eluded me. Slowly, he caresses me, building the fire to a roaring flame. As I writhe against his hand, he keeps his pace steady, just steady enough to keep on the edge of climax. I abandon any sense of dignity as I beg him for release. "Please make love to me, sir, I need to feel you inside of me," I sob. He hesitates for a moment before withdrawing his finger. Suddenly I'm in his arms as he strides to our bedroom. Carefully, he lays me on the bed and undresses quickly before coming to cover me. My bottom pushes into the bed, re-igniting the fire there as he presses himself into me. I gasp as I feel him inside of me, touching me, it seems, so deep he's touching my very soul. As I wrap my legs around him, he builds the pace, just enough to make us both frantic. I can tell when he loses his grip on his self control as he sinks his teeth into my neck and allows our dance to take on it's own rhythm. I scream as my body erupts in fiery pleasure and seconds later, I feel him climax inside of me. He collapses on top of me, breathing erratically. He gently kisses my lips and my heart turns slowly in my chest. After a few moments, he rolls off of me, onto the bed and gathers me to his side. Completely content, I curl into his side and we both drift off to sleep.

I met Someone

I have met the most amazing man. He makes me laugh more than any person I have ever met in my entire life. And we just clicked, instantly. By the end of the night on our first date, we were finishing each others' sentences. How weird is that? He has his dommie side, but I don't know how strong it is. And, the kicker is, I don't know if he's a spanko. It seems stupid, worrying so much about a "kink", but it's so much more than a kink to me. It's part of me, part of who I am. And I have no idea how to explain this to him. So, I guess we'll just have to wait and see.

~*sarah*~