Simon is my instructor.
He is teaching me .....restraint.
Discipline.

He hasn't mastered it...
yet.
but he has the concept in his head and he is working on it diligently.
I tend to interrupt that and I think it annoys him .....at times....

So keeping in mind
that this is his goal....
restraint.
control.
discipline.....
I'm going to help Simon possibly ....overcome his ......obstacles.
mmmm.....
yes.


I'm home first, and I am lounging on the chaise, my feet up, my heels on, my skirt up my legs, and I have been genuinely enjoying a light snack of a book.....nothing too heavy or philosphical because then we will just get off on an intellectual tangent.....what I adore about Simon? Is that he matches me MOVE FOR MOVE....we are like...a reflection...or players on opposite teams who are perfectly matched...... I can't start the intellectual thing because then we will delve into that and I don't
want
to
go there
right now.
I have a
concept...
and I want to
try to keep us focused on that.

so he walks in to seeing my legs oh so slightly spread and I have my reading glassed on and I look very much ......innocuous. I think. I'm fairly certain this has registered with him...but no reaction...yet. He takes his suit jacket off......I'm watching over my glasses. which are really for effect....and he pulls his shirt tails out of his pants. He looks tired. sigh. what is a girl to do....
I sigh and put my book down on my lap. He looks at me with his warm eyes, says hello, and just kind of ...sags.....he is SO tired..... Oh. I'm sore from the gym...but I have not been mentally beat up like him....it is clear. I stand up and walk past him....into the bath...and i regulate the water to fairly hot.......He is wandering about the kitchen and pours a glass of reisling....and I take him by the hand and lead him to his bath....salts...bubbles...mmm. He is in a mood to be ....treated.....so I slowly undress him as he sips his wine...the water is filling the tub....and I finally take the last of his clothes off, slowly, with care. then I gesture for him to try the water. It is hot. But surely not hotter than him...there are salts and bubbles in this concoction....and I enjoy watching him sink into it......
I do not join him. in the water. I take my clothes off as he watches...drop them to my feet.
and I am his slave for the moment.... I move towards his back and massage his muscles...mmm. then I allow myself to slide my hands down his belly over his beautiful abdominal muscles...ah.................erotic in their own right.....
and I sloooooowwwwlllllly start to touch him in his most sensitive areas.....
just running my hand all over, but not really ....really doing anything but teasing....

ah

to be
continued.....

I did have a few drinks. A few more than ...mmm...I probably should have...but my girlfriend Rose was with me and we had some things to talk about......so...I guess we might have ordered more than usual......and then afterwards...we went to the bar and some gent sent over a round in hopes that one of us might stay. He got very lucky! The young and beautiful Rose found him rather charming and waggled her fingers over her shoulder as she weaved and swayed her way over to him, while I downed my vodka tonic . Fortunately the meeting had only been held a few dozen blocks from where Simon and I were living, and I decided, given my condition, that I would take off my heels and walk. I had the energy. Oh...and the problem with energy....is it feeds on energy......so after an invigorating, cool walk home, I put my shoes on at the door, and stepped in....looking the professional woman that Simon so loves to see....I was in all black that day....tight skirt and jacket, the only suggestion of sensuality was that my hair was loose and brushed over one shoulder. Oh that, and the short necklace I wore around my neck...almost a choker......a call back to him from other moments....only he would notice, only he would care......

He was watching an old film....I like that about him.....he exposes me to some good stuff I might not otherwise watch.....and I chatted just a bit, then went back to get changed. I slipped my suit off, hung it up, and left my white slip on, even took my thong off.......I took off my heels...too many hours....and my nylons....

I sat on the edge of the bed for a moment....I WAS tipsy....mmm. even the walk hadn' t burned it all off.......And as Simon well knows, my excess energy and alcohol can sometimes turn into jet fuel....and after that brisk walk, braving the demons of the dark...I was just feeling ...feisty. Full of myself.
I was probably a little sweaty but I know that is not only NOT a turnoff for Simon, but he likes
me that way at times......
I felt like causing a minor disruption.
I wanted some attention, dammit.
Rose was no doubt getting some serious attention!!!
I was going to get some attention from the only man I cared to have attention from - did anyone else exist?
Now how best to proceed......

LOL!!! oh god....the TV!!!! That would be tooooo funny...he'd be so irritated......

I strolled out in my bare feet, fully intending to make a run for it after irritating him, and planted myself between him and his movie. Perfection. He was gradually getting irked with me. Ah, but strategically...he'd made a miscalculation....the remote was closer to ME than to HIM......
I grabbed it just as he lunged for it, and gave him a look that dared him to do anything about it!
In fact, I demanded that he strip...so we were about equally unclothed.....
Back and forth we went, neither giving ground......and I was going to make him take it from me......the hell with the fact that he towers me by a good 9 inches in height and i don't know how many pounds...I was feeling quite like I wanted him to ...make me give it to him. Whatever he ended up wanting.........I wanted a good struggle and I had him irritated enough to give me one....

We darted around each other for a while, and then I ALMOST got away from him, oh GOD that would have been so great...he would have just caught me someplace else, but I would have loved the escape....but it didn't quite work because he anticipated my moves too well.....and finally wrapped his strong big arms around my waist and that was just about all I could do other than wriggle around and try to find some kind of leverage to try to break his hold but he had me in a place that I could not break his hold .....and I was
oh
starting not to want to...
god
oh what I was feeling pushing against my ass was big, and hard...mmmmm......
I still was feeling ....spirited (probably in more ways than one) so i wasn't just going to let him have me like I always do...he was going to have to TAKE me, and I was going to make him take me.....
He tried to push my legs open...no no no, not so easily Simon....i'm going to fight you on this one...damn..he is so strong...his quads are no match for my inner thighs ..he has me pried open like a juicy oyster in a few seconds. OH!!! that irritates me and excites me....I struggle seriously...I'm sweating....I use my arms hard to push away...and he PINS MY ARMS!!!! Now I'm totally trapped, face down, I can't even BITE him which I am getting to the point that I was thinking about it.... I would if I could!!!!....
ah....god...I feel his mouth against my neck...........like the bite of a lion but more gentle.........I'm getting very wet........I can feel how hard he is.......I want his cum....damn me.......why do I want him so badly....is it his scent? ah......damn....why does he have this control over me.....I want to fight....but I open... he pushes my legs open, one at a time...holds them there...my pussy exposed I can't even close my legs dammit.....oh damn I betray myself...I'm dripping wet.. he sees that- ah my betrayal of my fight .he just slides that thick cock in me.....and I can not do a thing about it except....push myself further open so I can take him the whole way in........ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh. fuuuck. He sounds like an animal- he is making noises against my neck as he fucks me...he puts his hand on my throat....i'm pinned by his weight against me...I can't do anything but open up to him........ah god ah ah ah ah ah Im so fucking vulnerable...his hand .....on my throat...just gently holding it...feeling my sounds, his mouth against my neck..his hot breath..his incoherent sounds....he is a total animal with me at times....god this is exactly what I wanted, needed .....he is taking me like his bitch in heat......
pumping that beautiful hard cock into my pussy that he has pinned totally open.....i ah ah ah hitching I can't breahte i am oh fuck shaking...ah his cockhead is ah he is going to cum i feel his cum rising...oh I tripohhhhhhhhhhhhfuckkoh oh oh oh oh short hard breaths ah push back ah just ah yeah....mmmm I never want to stop god how can anything feel sooooooooooooooo gooooooood
mmm. mmm. mmm. mmmmmm.
I'm delirious...that was JUST what I needed....I feel him heft me up......and take me back to our disheveled bed..who cares...there are better things to do than make beds....um...he pulls up a sheet....neither of us need much cover, especially together.....the window lets a nice breeze in....we fall asleep our lips caressing each others' faces, mouths, necks....I have one hand touching his heart and another tangled in his arms wrapped around me......
sleep...
mmm.

Perspective

So how far does heat travel?
How far does
aching
lust
go?
How long does it take?
Or does it get there immediately?
Can you feel someone
you love
LICK behind your ear?
As soon as they think about it?
Can you really have an orgasm with with with

someone

at the same

time as that

someone that you are wild about....even if there is distance....does all of life take place at one time?
mmm
I'm mixing up erotica and physics....but
suppose.
I have an earth shattering orgasm
in response to the words or images of my lover
but not at the same clock time
but in the
consideration of how short our little lives are
how insignificant in the whole big picture....
objectively...it would take place at the same time. Yes?
subjectively we have been trained to look at the fucking clock...which I hate, dread loathe.....
time means
NOTHING...ok...I won't get started.....
life is so fucking short
and we just make it shorter my measuring it......in such minute......tiny......increments..........ugh.
I get measuring it in years, maybe months....but minutes???What the is wrong with this world? we are OH so IMPORTANT that we have to measure...minutes?? in a world where mountains that were as high as the Himalayas have been eroded to mere hills that can be climbed without even breathing very heavily......over millenia.......
Ah
We just
do
not
have the
perspective right.
I guess it is the fault of our short lives.
All a matter of perspective

The waterhole

In another incarnation:

The heat is indescribable...waves of heat rising from the dusty red soil, disorienting. My head swings from side to side as my front paws and powerful haunches propel me forward.....slowly though....slowly in this heat since there is nothing to interest me here...no prey.....
no mate....

I am alone.....

Mate...I am in heat.

I remember what it is that brings me out of the shade on a day like this
Mate

He is near.....I smell his trail.....
I throw my head back and roar.... a tuneless sound that strikes fear into all of the creatures that are hiding nearby, but will carry to the ears of the big male that lounges, waiting for me to announce that I am ready....he will hear it and it will be music to his ears.....

I roar again, swishing my tail...my haunches are carried a bit higher now......and I walk a bit differently......when I find him, or when he finds me.... all the flamingos will fly, all the chattering birds will scatter......

I lower my head to the waterhole, where the long legged delicious creatures drink....but they are of no interest to me today.....I glance their way and lower my head to lap the water once more....
bored with food
bored with the chase....
I call
I pace
I wait

Back and none too soon

i used to go on business trips.
a lot.
I never thought that much about it. I took a vibrator and a copy of penthouse letters and I was a happy camper.

4 days from Simon.....oh this is different.
There is nothing
nothing
nothing
I can do to myself that takes the place of this man
I ACHE for him when I am not with him.....
my mind wanders and I can
not
sleep or find contentment - ah, He'll be upset if he thinks that is true. I sleep. I take pleasure in life. I enjoy my surroundings, spotting a bird, conversation with strangers, taking photographs....
I am not pining away without him......so I don't mean to say that...and sometimes I sleep very well......what else is there to do? But I miss him.
But yes, my mind does occasionally wander to where he might be, what he might be doing ...where I can find him in that place that we meet..... I try to stay focused on the present, and know he is always there anyways. I try to see things through eyes that will be a treasure to him when I have the chance to share....I do sleep, eat, live without Simon.
But I miss him

How did I find him? Nooo....more .....how did he find me?
There was this mutual interest......
and there was an assurance and humor and intelligence and artistry about him that .....well............that I could not dismiss......AH here was my equal.......HERE was was my....mate.....
and then he disappeared....
I was distressed! where did this person go?
I reached out to him...like a beacon in the sea...and he came swimming back...to my welcome...
and our warmth together is like bonfire on the beach.
I can't bear to be away from him. Not like that again.
He is a furnace that fuels my life, stokes it to greater effort and enthusiasm...... I can only hope I do the same for him.
There is nothing to do abou this. .....but I can't bear more than a day or two away from him......and that barely.........he is my life raft in the sea- well, not precisely...I'm not drowning without him - it is more that, I live more fully because of him.....he makes love to me constantly... in every way possible.
Right now I just want his long arms wrapped around me, backed up against him......
ah but we know where that will lead! I will press against him....he will cup my breasts and find my nipples...and run his thumbs over them....he will smell me. Smell Me. Yes we are like that..I will smell him...all over, and he will smell me for a better understanding of where we have been....
Then he will pull my hair to the side and in smelling my neck will be unable to resist licking it, possibly sucking it...rubbing my nipples a little harder....and I will press back harder against him...my ass against his cock still tucked in his pants....swishing my ass sideways against him....
enjoying the feel of him getting harder, and feeling his urgency in every bit of his body, from his thumbs which now have met his forefingers on my nipples, slipped up inside my shirt, to his hardening (delicious) cock, to his breath.....I want him to make me his.....
all it takes is one small step
I kneel in front of him
my knees on a low bench,
I unbuckle my jeans
and drop them just below my pussy
so he can see how wet I am for him
How much I want him....
How much I missed him....
Take your woman Simon.
You don't have to make it fancy
I'll reach back and pull those lips open for you so that you can just
SLIDE
in there
and then
SLAM
in there
and I will brace against the wall
because your passion is going to be wild and fierce.....

The only good thing about going away....
is cumming back home

So The Rose gets her thorn....

Simon is driving me insane. He has his cock shoved so far down my throat that I feel like I'm eating him alive and I love it and I just wish I could make him cum right now...but I want to wait....because....I want Rose to have some of this very fresh meat.....
Simon is...well, he is, well he is just an animal at times...although...I will say that he balances that nicely with being very very considerate of his females when he has the leisure to do so....but when Simon needs to cum......ladies, either line up or get the fuck out of the way.
This is a man on a mission.....and ummmm he has his cock so far down my throat I can barely breathe and he knows he is inflaming me to the point of insanity and then he gets Rose to stick her fingers up my pussy while my throat is skewered on his cock...... I feel so fucking taken....and they are talking about me and I am dripping all over both of them and my breasts are hanging down just aching for one of them to kindly pull on my nipples but it sounds like they are having high tea....
enough.......
I wrench myself around and pull off of his cock and pull her fingers out of me and I stand up and I glare at both of them with my hands on my hips..........
"Simon - you lay down - on your back....NOW!!!"
and I push him by his delicious muscular torso onto the sofa....and I hold him there with one hand....which means he is cooperating because of course he'd have me with my ass up in the air if he wanted it that way......
he is laying on the couch , just the slightest smile curving his generous lips....his legs spread open , one on the floor, his enormous veiny erection pointing straight up his middle.
He folds his hands under his head.
OH... so he is comfortable.
He is ....relaxed.
I look at Rose, and I'm thinking....oh let us not let him be quite so comfortable.... lets do something that will ...take him to the edge..... I pull her by the hair, and I push her head against his cock....mmm thats' right, take my place, keep licking him, keep sucking him, I want to watch his hips pumping up into your mouth. OH and pump they do...god that is so hot to watch...that is crazy hot.... She has thick curly hair, I have a handful of it...and I'm pushing her mouth down over his cock.....quickly , this takes on a life of its' own which doesn't require me.... so I am free to move over to the table where I have stashed, not nylon this time, but burlap rope......his hands are up over his head.....and he is pumping his cock into her mouth....I make a lasso....and quickly slip it over his hands and tighten it and tie it to the end table. His eyes fly open but at the same time, Rose is sucking him sooooooo hard that he can't think too much about what I am doing.......
I then go to the other end of the couch....and I sit on his legs. I want to feel him shake when Rose fucks him......
I say...."Rose....dear...you have been sweet and patient, and I know you would like to feel that meat between your legs. Pay no attention to what he does or doesn't want right now....just slide up over him and I want you to fuck him."

She glances over her shoulder, eyebrows slightly raised...this is a powerful man...are we just really going to do what we want with him....?
I smile a very feral smile....Do it, i tell her.
Oh that sweet tasty Rose, ah, I am getting to watch the whole thing. She slips her leg on the other side of him.....and he is glaring at me, because he wasn't ready for this.......but then she hovers above his cock....oh, and his cock is saying something QUITE different from his mouth which sounds something like you cunt, you bitches you whores I am not ready to cum yet, and Rose glances back at me and I say....TAKE IT.....and her eyes darken....
and she faces him, and puts her hands on his tight belly, and she is so wet that she can slide down on him in one.....smoooth...motion...mmmm and I am at a vantage point where I can see the head of his cock go in and in and in....and when it is in the whole way..... Rose SCREAMS in pleasure and pain...oh, I know that feeling, but the pain will go away in a stroke or two just keep going girl, and it will be all pleasure...ah...I get to watch her ass working like a piston on his cock.....
I slide a little closer....a little closer...her weight and mine are holding him down and he is rolling his eyes and his hands are tied up so he can't do what he wants...poor baby...so I look over her shoulder, and I look at him and my gaze tells him I am going to play with her nipples for him....so I slide right up behind her, and I run my hands from Rose's belly to her breasts, and this beautiful young thing is fucking the hell out of him, and he sees my hands slide up from under her large breasts, up to the nipples and I puuuuullllll hard. She squeals and rotates on him and so I do it again...but this time, not so hard, I just pull the nipples UP and AWAY from each other and she moans louder and I watch Simon's face.....and he is just gone ...I mean I KNOW he is going to cum and there is no way for him to stop....watching me pull on her beautiful nipples while she is riding him.......and me watching the whole thing.... mmmm

oh!

to be
continued.........

not that tipsy

We did have a bit, a vodka and tonic each, just to loosen things up a bit, and then had a bit, mmm well...of each other before driving over to see Simon.

I knew he would be almost painfully impatient if we made him wait a bit, and that just made me want to take a bit more time......he would be pacing by this time we arrived and that is just the condition I wanted him in....slightly angry, totally aroused and completely ready....

I had directions to Roses' house...and they were good, and I didn't have a bit of trouble.
I was delighted with the woman that opened the door. She took me by the hand and....pulled me inside! I was astounded....I am usually the aggressive one. Simon has been telling her tales, evidently....then to my delight, without even greeting each other properly or having tea or anything like that, she wrapped her hand around the back of my head and pulled my face close...
I took both of my hands and wrapped them around the back of her head...and we just gazed at each other for a moment, the knowledge of what we were going to be doing that night just passing back and forth between us.....and I'm not sure who initiated the kiss, but we were sucking on each others' mouths and tongues with with absolute ....abandon.
We eventually came up for air, looked at each other darkly, and then started LAUGHING of all things...my pussy was soaked, but we both knew...that Simon was in for the night of his life......
and that there was a delightful bit of bad behavior we were planning for him.

mmmm....Rose asked my preference in poisons, and I suggested vodka and diet tonic if she had it, and she did, poured herself one, and at that point I noticed the music in the background.....one of my favorites - Enigma - Love, Sensuality and Devotion.......
who told????? I wonder......
We didn't directly talk about Simon at that point, but kind of danced around it, and made sure we were really comfortable with each other.....and sat fairly close together, on the sofa, and I eventually draped my leg over her thigh......she reached over and slid her hand inside my lacy bra! I was delighted, but astounded....and a bit thoughtful.....this was going to be a very very hot night. She found my nipple and tugged on it for just a moment, without losing contact with my eyes......then reached for her drink.
Ah yes, then...this one was hot and cool......

At that point it was kind of unspoken....lets get to this....... we drank up and left.

On the way, I explained to her that Simon had expected us about an hour ago and should be in a state of near insanity by the time we arrived, and of course, when he opened the door for us, it was clear that he had NOT been waiting patiently.......at ALL. So we both collapsed in giggles and he was bemused and I think he thought we were drunk, but that was not the case. Perhaps, drunk on the idea of what we were going to do to this man. ( and possibly more than a little intrigued about where things might go between us.....)

I was hot...very hot, and I wanted Simon in every way and as soon as possible, so I stalked up to him and took a very passionate kiss from him, that seemed to drain most of his annoyance out of him, and started talking to him as much as Rose about my desire for him....no secret...I adore the man.....and started stroking him through his jeans right in front of Rose who was standing quite close - I had taken her by the hand, and the warmth and proximity of our three bodies was very very erotic. She was watching me stroke his cock through his PANTS. Actually WATCHING......ah I had to let her feel that...that was what we were here for anyways...... I wanted her to feel the ridge of his cock as it was so hard....that was such a turn on, feeling it before seeing it....
I placed her hands on my man.....and invited her to feel what he felt like. I wanted her to enjoy it, admire it, make him feel the passion of two women wanting him at the same time.....
I started whispering to Rose, coaxing her, teasing her, teasing him, reminding them both of what would soon be happening.....and then, moving behind her as she was rubbing Simons cock, I thrust my hands down her jeans to her pussy....and I started rubbing at her clitoris while I was pushing her from behind with my pelvis....I was pushing her against him and I could hear fast breathing all around....her hands were just seeing his cock through his pants but I know she wanted more......and she was starting to rock her hips all on her own....she liked what I was doing to her pussy.....I unzipped her black jeans....
and I gazed up into Simon's eyes.....and nodded
and he knew I wanted her to see....
oh....the reaction was fabulous...I had my hands on her pussy, a finger on her clit, just rubbing and rubbing, and I slipped the other into her pussy, and when she saw what he had
she soaked my hand..oh god, I almost came, I think SHE almost came and that was just from looking at him.
Oh my, he WAS looking fine, and I was strangely proud to see what he looked like and the reaction he elicited from a woman who had not seen him before.....ah yeah...he was a sight to behold.........
I pushed two fingers into Roses' pussy as I sucked on her neck......

mmm
I think it might be time to shed some clothes...I'm getting WAY too hot....I'm burning up.......

to
be

continued.........