Crush

We found ourselves standing in front of a painting I insisted Simone look at. She had gotten invited to a gallery opening and I was her plus one. I loved being her plus one because my only responsibility was to stay by her side, and as she liked to say, ”look pretty”.

The painting was the partial face of a woman with short red hair and alabaster skin; her lips were painted red, and her mouth was forced open by a red ball gag — a black leather strap crossed her cheek and disappeared under her hair. A long strand of drool fell from her lower lip and was lost in the luminescence of her skin at the bottom of the painting.

Simone nudged into me, “I really like it. I can feel her desire.”

“It’s simply mesmerizing. I can almost hear her pleasure and desire for more”, was my response as I continued to stare.

People would join us as we contemplated the painting but would rarely spend much time as it wasn’t to their taste or they were simply in a hurry as they made their way through the gallery. Our trance was broken when we heard a soft voice off to the side.

“This is my favorite”

A casually dressed woman of average height with shoulder length red hair had joined us; her skin was alabaster which made her green eyes even more dramatic, and as she looked at us, bright red lips parted in a lovely smile.

“It is beautiful”, I agreed.

“I just love the artist. I have quite the crush on him “, she replied and then a moment later added, “He’s hiding around here somewhere — he just hates these things”.

We went back to looking at the painting when Simone looked at the woman and with a smile of acknowledgement said, “You are the woman in the painting”.

“Yes, that’s me. As I said, I have a crush on the artist. Even after he told me what he wanted to paint, I said yes”

“Well, he captured your beauty and what I can only describe as your raw desire”, Simone replied.

She looked at Simone for a moment as if reflecting on what she said and then stepped in slightly. “I would say it is more raw pleasure. Along with the ball gag, I was wearing leather cuffs that held me between a doorway and my legs were held wide by a leg spreader. I was spread wide as he sat behind his canvas.”

She was quiet for a moment as she looked at the painting and then began to whisper almost as if we weren’t there.

“He stared at me from behind the canvas for a long while and then asked me if I was ready; getting up from his chair he came to me and softly began caressing my pussy. He didn’t go back to his canvas until I came for the first time.”

She paused briefly and her eyes sparked.

“It took him six hours to finish the painting and I don’t know how many times he made be cum; sometimes he fingered me gently, sometimes so hard I would be on my toes, and sometimes he would get down on his knees and fuck me with his tongue. Each time, after he made me cum, he would go back to the canvas to paint.”

“Muffled moans of pleasure, and of pain, would fill the room followed only by the sound of his brush strokes. My pussy was beyond sensitive, and my body was exhausted, and I wanted it to be over — although I also wanted more. He would stare intensely each time I came and even smiled once as juices flowed down my legs.”

“The last time he got up from the canvas he came over and kissed me on the cheek and began to release me from my restrains and caught me up as I collapsed into him. He held me for a long time before I asked if I could see the painting.”   

When she finished, she pensively looked at the both of us for a moment. “I should go find that crush of mine. Enjoy the rest of your evening”.

She winked and turned away. Simone and I watched her walk away and we then turned back to the painting.

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Delicious

My cock was still in Simone’s mouth when I asked if I could taste her pussy — shifting, she released my cock grudgingly and I moved to legs that were spread wide.

Simone moaned slightly as my tongue gently circled her clit and traced her folds. My tongue entered her and I pretended to fuck her as if it was my cock. She was quiet as I enjoyed her taste.

The silence was broken when she shifted slightly and said, “Delicious”.

My tongue was gentle and soft with her clit and folds, but as she ultimately began to cum, I kissed her cunt deeply until she protested.

She was right… delicious.

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Sensation

We always play by candlelight and find our desires hiding in the shadows — and for it, my desire is rewarded.

I never dress-up when we play but Simone does. She is enthusiastic about her leather corset, stiletto heels and black lipstick. Before I surrender to her, she lets me fuck her — I ask her to dig her nails deep into my back and she’s very accommodating. Tonight she wants to watch me cum by candlelight.

I roll onto my back and the sheets caress my sensitive flesh and I smile. She plays with my cock casually and asks me if I can behave myself and I say I will try. She laughs and then reaches into the bed side table and proceeds to tie my hands to the headboard with red cord. Her knots are always tight.

There is no blindfold tonight because she wants me to watch but warns me to be quiet.

Reaching for the nearest candle she positions it with expert hands and coos as a single drop of wax hits my chest — I let out a breath of pleasure. Wax kisses my skin at her leisure, and she tells me how beautiful my hard cock is.

I let out a cry when wax kisses my cock. She tells me to stay hard, and I do.

She then asks if I am ready.

I am.

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Red Lips…

We search out quite places to whisper dirty thoughts and kiss. I watch as she raises the wine glass to red lips and find the imprint she leaves, erotic.

She asks me if I like the colour and smiles knowingly when I say I do. She says it is from a make-up artist to the stars, and she likes this particular shade — she then asks if she can mark me and kisses my cheek. In response, I raise my glass and make a toast to her new colour. We laugh to the sound of crystal.

She carries a lipstick case and mirror she picked up at a vintage store and is always quick to check that her lips are perfect— that is, until she kisses me on the cheek.

I shift closer and move to taste her lips. As I pull back, her taste is on my lips and I ask how I look — she laughs, says something about sexy, and we passionately come together. Our tongues explore each other’s mouths and she playfully shares her lipstick which I hungrily accept. She pulls away slightly and looks at me and shifts to kiss my neck; her kisses are soft and gentle, and I can feel the red.

I whisper, “More”.

She breaks away and reaches for her vintage case. As I sip my wine, I watch her apply lipstick without any care. She takes a sip of her wine and moves to kiss me hard. I place my hands on each side of her head and hold her in place as we lose ourselves in the kiss.

When our lips part, she says she wants to look; after a moment, she whispers how it’s perfect — like a work of art. She tells me she has no panties on and wants me to make her lips red.

In this quiet place, she moves to the next able, sits on it, and while shifting her skirt, spreads her legs.

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Deep…

As I stood at the side of the bed stroking myself for her entertainment, she asked if she could suck my cock deep. Without waiting for an answer, she repositioned herself on the bed with her head hanging over the edge, and after looking at me, opened her mouth and let her head fall back — she exposed a long slender throat for me to fuck, and then she waited.

Moving towards her, I directed my cock into her mouth and slowly pushed until she had taken it all. As she waited for me to start fucking her throat, her hand moved to her pussy and she began to play with her folds. As I watched, I found myself slowly fucking her mouth as if it was the pussy she was playing with. Occasionally, I would pull out completely and ask if she could breathe and she would nod and open her mouth inviting me back in.

Her moans were muffled and occasionally her free hand would move to my ass to pull me in and hold me there. Her fingers would circle her clit with urgency when she did this — eventually I pull out concerned that she couldn’t breathe. Inevitably she whispered, “more”, and I fucked her lovely throat with abandon.

Suddenly she stopped playing with her pussy and I knew to pull my cock free. She always said the same thing — “Now I want you deep”.

I cradled her head to help lift her back up onto the bed and she quickly repositioned herself so her pussy was where her mouth had been. She was open and wet and let out a long groan as I filled her.

We fucked hard and deep, and she came just before I did.

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