One For the Ladies...

Ok ladies, this story is for you. Please try to visualize while reading, it is so much more fun. The Beast From Within We stood there, the lights dim....face to face...fully dressed. His hands ran over my shoulders, down my arms. He smelled good. He smelled like a man should. His lips were soft on mine but hot...still sending electricity through me and waking up butterflies in my stomach...as soon as his tongue started dancing with mine....the electricity, the butterflies, the goosebumps....it was all there. I wanted him right then and there but I didn't move. He was taking me all in, touching me. He lifted my sweater up above my head, revealing a blue and black lace shelf bra top of the piece of lingerie I was wearing....I heard a small but sharp intake of breathe. His eyes wandered. They stopped directly in front of mine. I saw inside him...the animal was coming alive...slowly. His eyes wandered and his hands followed. He looked, he admired, he felt. He helped me out of my skirt, showing the rest of the lingerie, the garter, the high high stockings. He approved. His hands wandered everywhere. Over my breasts, my shoulders, my stomach, my ass, he wanted to touch every inch of me and I let him. My nerves were screaming. I wanted to feel him too. I helped him out of his shirt and tossed it on the floor like it never existed. Time to help him out of his pants. I liked to help him out of his jeans...I followed his jeans down and squatted in front of him, welcoming his hard throbbing cock into my mouth while removing his jeans from around his ankles. He had onto me, I kissed and licked...only for a minute. I came back up to face him and the look was much different in his eyes this time. It was not the same person as a few minutes ago looking back at me. The person inside....in those eyes...was an animal. There was a beast staring back at me. I stared just as hard and just and anxious, wanting him even more. He sat on the bed as I hiked a leg up with a thigh in front of his face. His hands ran down over my legs, feeling my stockings, feeling my shiver as he touched me. He unhooked my garters from my stockings with ease. The lingerie was next and we both stood there. Naked except the thigh highs, those had to stay on. Now I don't know if you know the power of touch. Just what it can do to you, how intense it can be, spellbinding. We kissed, our hands searching for every naked inch of skin we could find, just to touch and feel each other. Our mouths explored each other, our tongues dancing a soft tango together...or maybe a hot salsa. As I laid down, he brought a scarf to the bed and gently tied my wrists to the bed posts. Ooh. This was different. And fun. Well, the fun was just beginning. He looked at me one more time before disappearing in between those thigh high stockings. I tried to prepare myself for that moment, the moment when his tongue first touches me. There is no preparation. None. I gasp. My hips rise in reaction. His tongue....it became an expert navigator...feeling out every single nerve ending in my pussy. My lips...I shiver just thinking about it....my thighs, my inner lips, my clit....he knew how to treat every part differently. He knew how to suckle, how to lick, how to taste...how to enjoy it all. My breathing was very eratic. I was not sure whether to scream or moan or cry. The intensity was driving me crazy. I looked down and watched him. His eyes were ablaze with desire and hunger..His tongue went in deeper and deeper. I could feel him inside me going in circles, moving side to side and all around, tasting all of me. I had already lost my senses. I was going delirious. I could not grab his head and pull his hair and that was frustrating. I don't know how many times I came. More than once. Who the fuck was counting! When he stopped, I thought I would have a minute to recooperate, and boy was I wrong. He replaced his tongue with his hard cock. My legs went up in the air, stockings still intact for now, and the beast came so alive...he growled, he thrusted.....he yelled, I moaned and damn near cried..he fucked me and he fucked me hard. I had a very tight grasp on the scarf that had my wrists bound...I was holding on for dear life. I can't say that much for the headboard. He thrusted hard and deep...he moved...he pounded. And he came with a vengeance right along with me. My wrists were gently untied as I wrapped my arms around him. My body shook...shivered....quivered.... twitched.....my legs jello, my head light and dizzy....my body tantalizing and on fire. We kissed, we hugged, we cuddled. The power of touch. Be careful...or it can do things to you that you never knew existed before. It looks like I will be investing in more stockings....