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| Crystal_Eyes |
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He said before he allowed me to submit to him he had needed to know how I really felt about completing the promise tonight - was it too soon? - and as I'd confessed to the disappointment he said I deserved instant honesty in response. I smile. He thanks me for stepping perfectly with him at every turn, then tells me to turn on the camera and give him what is his. I do so, and he relaxes to watch. I look into the camera and blush crimson, knowing he is scrutinising every movement, every expression. And I am so aroused I know this will not take me long.
I'm suddenly very, very shy.
"Good."
I babble away on the keyboard, filling time and delaying, until he smiles and instructs me to 'fuck myself for him'. He sees my face and chest redden and I can feel the heat coarse through me; I'm suddenly unsure whether it is shame or arousal. Hindsight tells me it is equal measures of both. I lie down and bite my lower lip. In as much as I can't bear to look at 'him' directly, my eyes are drawn to the lens of the camera. I want him to see right into my soul. I want him to see what he does to it.
My hand moves down my stomach and inside my trousers - I have already been instructed to remain clothed throughout this which somehow makes me feel a whole lot more vulnerable. I know he knows this. I know that's why he's insisted upon it. My hips instinctively tilt upwards to meet my descending fingers as my thoughts race. My eyes close as the first touch confirms the wetness I already knew was there and I let out a soft moan. Oh god I need this, it's been a long time.
And suddenly I am aware of the camera once more. Wondering if he's watching, paranoia that he's not, fear that I'm looking ugly and stupid... versus hips thrusting upwards to envelop my fingers as I allow the libidinous hunger to overwhelm the moment. I look into the lens again as I fuck my soaked cunt, breathing now having given up any pretence of being anything other than the raspy, urgent gasps of a wanton whore utterly consumed by her own lust. Shame floods over me as I repeatedly stain my fingers with my arousal, and the blush does nothing to dissuade this; in fact it fuels the fervour and I find myself jabbing harder and harder at my swollen cunt, pausing only to aim a little higher and tease the sensitive nerve cluster aching for attention. Oh god, I am so wet I momentarily panic about making my clothes wet... I can feel the moisture - my moisture - settling on my thighs. I can smell my arousal, and I want more, I need more...
My head throws itself backwards as I whimper inaudibly, the intensity magnifying with every second. My eyes flicker back to the camera lens; I'm so close now and I want him to see my very soul as I do. This is his doing, all his. He's typing but I can barely focus... oh god hurry up and type, oh wait FUCK! No! Please don't tell me to stop, please GOD don't tell me to stop, I might just die... and still I can't stop, so close, so fucking close, just TYPE, what are you saying? FUCK, another whimper, I'm going to come; the pre-orgasmic flush of fluid coats my fingers as I fuck harder, harder...
"You beautiful twisted whore. Come for me. Now."
And I do, by fuck I do; I give him his orgasm and fulfil my pledge - the one I didn't even realise I'd made until after I'd made it - as I come in beautifully desperate waves of primal instinct. My cunt spasms hard around my fingers, gripping and grasping them tightly as my entire body convulses and a drawn out heartfelt 'FUUUUUUUUCK' tumbles out of my dry, parched throat. Oh god, it's still going - hand and body totally motionless now as my core spasms its ownership through me, and I open my eyes and turn to the camera so that he might see me, I mean REALLY see me. Oh fuck, yes, still needing, still glowing, gradually coming back down to rejoin the rest of the earth...
I suddenly realise I am not breathing - somehow in amongst all of this I seem to have forgotten about that most basic of functions. I draw breath and my entire body relaxes. I remember the last part of the promise; to combine my senses. I smile, look directly at him, raise my fingers from their warm, wet resting place up to my eager mouth, and begin to clean them. I am not surprised to find them drenched. Without shame or embarrassment, I maintain the eye contact and taste myself for him. Taste what he has done for me. Taste it and savour the entire evening. He types as I clean my arousal from myself. Tells me that another time he would demand that I strip, expose myself, show him what he has done to me. He sees the flicker of panic in my eyes, and allows me the reassurance of it not being tonight. Tonight he is content to sit back and smile, and watch my face tell him this.
I smile, finish cleaning myself, and thank him. Not because it feels appropriate to do so, but because it's absolutely and completely true. Relaxed, aroused, insatiable, and content. It is late, and we must both sleep... he makes sure that I am utterly blissful and totally comfortable before he sends me off to bed. It doesn't take long for me to fall into the deep post-climactic sleep, but in the morning my very first thought makes me grin.
Edited Thu 18 Jun 09, 4:05 AM by Crystal_Eyes
| 1 Dec 08, 11:27 AM penwiggle UK(CB), 5 yrs  |
WOW! Fantastic writing. Thanks for sharing someting so personal. xx You say Ouch like it's a bad word. |
| 1 Dec 08, 2:22 PM Miss_Hardy UK(E), 5 yrs  |
Hussy!  Never underestimate the stupidity of other people. |
| 2 Dec 08, 12:18 PM Island_man UK(GY), 5 yrs  |
You do know that you have been posted on redtube don't you?
*laughs* How did THAT make you feel? Sounds like the start of a beautiful relationship! ask for your own limitations and, sure enough, they're yours |
| 2 Dec 08, 8:47 PM Crystal_Eyes UK, 5 yrs  |
It was only my face - not really RedTube material! And it's fiction, dontcha know... ------------------------------------------ |
