I’m not sure it’s clear in the first part– which you should read before you read this, otherwise you’re having sex without the foreplay. What fun is that?
Anyhow, I’m not sure it’s clear that J. and I had been friends for two years before this happened. During that time, J. had always pursued me, flirting with me and peppering our conversations with innuendo. I’d usually flirt back, but I never let him believe he had a chance with me, so it always remained comfortably awkward on a platonic level.
We pick up inside J.’s home.
* * *
I was 19, and J. was 18. He bedroom looked like any literary teen guy’s would. Bookshelves were littered with books. His desk was piled high with his computer, all his tapes, and his DJ-quality stereo. His messily-dressed bed was just a low twin-sized bed with a spindle headboard. The walls had posters of the Sex Pistols and A Clockwork Orange.
With his parents out of town for a month, the place was eerily quiet.
I’d been here before during our two-year friendship, but it’d always been strange. It’d been no secret J. wanted to fuck me. Finally, I was here on his terms.
As soon as we’d entered, J. wrapped his arms around me from behind and leaned hard against me, one hand pressed against my abdomen, sliding slowly down, as the other traced slowly up towards my breast. He nibbled softly on the back of my left shoulder, and slowly pressed harder against me. He was solid now, and I could feel his hard cock firmly against the small of my back.
With his left hand, he groped over the surface of the stereo. The button clicked and some Depeche Mode began to play.
Around the world and back
And you won’t have to move
You just sit stillNow let your mind do the walking
And let my body do the talking
Let me show you the world in my eyes
He stopped suddenly, lifted his head, let go of me, and gently turned me around to face him. “Is this okay?” he asked.
“Yeah,” I said. Then I whispered, “Yes, it is,” and I slid my hand around the back of his neck, lowered his mouth to mine, and kissed him intently. His inhibitions gone, he slid his hands up and over my lovehandles, my shirt entangled in his fingers, then pulled my shirt over my head, suspending my arms briefly as he voraciously attacked my nipples. I moaned and when released from the shirt, I began to suck hard on his earlobe, imagining the oral I’d give him later. He clutched my ass and pulled me hard into him. Wanting things to move along, I hooked my finger into the top of his jeans, tugging him over to the bed.
To the depths of the deepest sea
We won’t need a map, believe me
It worked. He lowered me down and then lowered himself slowly on top of me, stretching the moment out as we kissed intensely. His body smothered me now, and he slid his hand between us, rubbing hard down and over my crotch, before he lifted my leg up and over, pinning it flat to the bed. He pressed harder and harder against me, arching his back slightly, his cock so hard it was hurting my pubic bone. I groaned softly.
He shuddered and pulled away. “Oh, shit, we have to stop.”
I relaxed slightly, realizing how hot I’d been getting–too hot.
“God. Yeah, yeah. We do. For now…”
“I want to do this right,” he whispered before he kissed me again and looked me in the eye. “Stay,” he commanded.
I gazed submissively at him and dropped my chin, as I smirked mischeviously, wriggling my hips a little between the mattress and him.
As he gave me a reproachful look, he clicked his tongue. “Tsk, tsk.”
He pried himself away from me. I stretched out, crossed my legs, and put my arms casually behind my head so I could watch his cute ass while he crossed the room. After a beat, he turned around and looked at me.
“Perfect! Exactly…” he growled, “where I want you.” He stepped bedside. Then, “May I?”
He held up a black terrycloth waistband from his robe.
I took a breath, nodded, and consented. “You may.”
He knelt beside me and gently tied my hands to his headboard. “Tighter,” I said. He looked at me, tugged on my left arm and saw my hand was slipping easily out.
“Good plan,” he mumbled.
This time he made it tighter than we’d agreed, but asked if it was all right. Truth was, I had been getting wetter as the binds grew more snug. I nodded. He tugged again and now there was little or no give.
“You sure?”
I nodded with a grin, “Yeah, yeah, yeah. Come on. Hurry it up.”
He laughed softly and leaned in, biting my nipple, nibbling, then licking and sucking with abandon. I simply laid there, my arms tethered behind my head. My body shuddered with anticipation.
He felt it, too, and sighed, leaning back slightly. “And now,” he growled teasingly again, “for the element of surprise.” He pulled a blindfold out of his back pocket and, waiting for my nod of submission, he tied it around my head, putting me under a spell of darkness.
“Much better,” he said, tracing a finger down my abdomen until it bumped up against the top of my cutoff jeans. “Much… much better.”
And let my hands do the soothing
Let me show you the world in my eyes
His breath was hot against my still-damp nipple as his hand fumbled ever so slightly to pry the jeans’ top button open. I quietly cheered as the button popped open and he quickly unzipped them.
I heard his almost inaudible chuckle at my eagerness, and soon felt his tongue edging between my lips as he covered my mouth with his. I moaned softly, and felt nothing but his tongue, lips, and the weight of his body against the side of the mattress.
Nothing more that you can feel now
That’s all there is
Suddenly, his hand pressed hard into my abdomen as he slid it down almost forcefully under my panties, and over my clit, and quickly, effortlessly entered me with his middle finger, flicked it hard twice against my vaginal wall, and immediately retreated again. I gasped. He softly bit my bottom lip, then playfully smacked me gently on my belly.
“Things to do, places to go,” he said, rising, the floor groaning under his weight.
“You bastard.”
He giggled. “Be right back.” I heard the hardwood floors creaking, then it was back to mostly silence, except the Depeche Mode playing quietly on his stereo. In a moment, I felt a yanking tug as my jeans began to descend. I felt the denim rubbing hard against me as they were slowly, assertively pulled down.
“Mm, kinda warm in here anyhow,” I commented.
“I don’t see that improving,” he replied, finally tugging the waistband past the round of my buttcheek.
I felt his hands grasping at the belt loops on the jeans while clutching my thighs, as he pulled them down past my knees, and finally, off. They dully crumpled to the floor.
Then the hardwood creaked twice. Suddenly, I felt his mouth gnawing softly on my mons, licking and sucking as he slipped lower and to the right.
On a long, long trip
Your lips close to my lips
All the islands in the ocean
All the heaven’s in the motion
Let me show you the world in my eyes
I shuddered. Both of his hands slid between my thighs, and he forced my legs into a wide spreadeagle. He nibbled his way back to my mid-thigh, lightly brushing his fingertip over my clit, slipping slightly between the lips. He began tickling the mounds as he almost imperceptibly bit my soft inner leg, dragging his teeth downward, all the while sucking gently. He moved up and began to lap my cunt. My hips were rocking with his motions when he began to suck and nibble my labia, driving me wild.
I gasped when felt his body weight shift backwards off the bed.
Instinctively, I let out a moan of protest as he lifted his lips from me and pushed himself up onto his feet.
“You fucking tease,” I groaned. “God.”
Then, his hand reached out and clasped my ankle. I felt a tickling, then a pinching, and I realized he was tying my leg to the footboard.
“You’re naughty,” I said. “We had rules.”
“You know the word,” he said, referring to our stop word: Achtung.
“Yeah, I do,” I replied.
“And?”
I let the silence hang. He was motionless until I responded in a whisper. “And nothing. Continue.”
Swallowing resolutely, I felt his knot close tighter on my skin, pinching the flesh.
His hand navigated the length of my leg, moving north from the knot, up to the heart of my clit. He tickled my lips with flickering fingers, then two meaty, thick fingers dove into my cunt, twisted sideways, and slid deeper into me, thrusting hard.
I gasped and groaned, stretching my free leg out and finding his thigh by feel. Fumbling, my foot found his groin. I pressed the pad of my foot into his rock-hard cock, rubbing up and down. He thrusted slightly against my foot as he began flexing his fingers inside me, as if motioning “come here.” As if you have to ask, I thought.
I was groaning softly when he pulled the fingers back out and traced them wetly down the inside of my free leg. Again, he grasped my ankle. He pinned my leg down, and let a bind of some sort dangle over it, tickling my skin.
“Shall I stop?” he asked.
I groaned slightly. “Oh…” I exhaled. “Mm, god, no.”
He wrapped the rope around my ankle and tightened the knot.
I was imprisoned.
Nothing more than you can touch now
That’s all there is
Let me show you the world in my eyes
TO BE CONTINUED.
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I don’t know whether hop in the bath and take a cold shower or grab the cocoa butter and re-read part two.
You were brave for 19. I wasn’t able to tie a chick up until I was 22. You are so saucy, babe!
After their long hiatus post “Music for the Masses” I would say their 1990 release “Violater” is still a defining album for a genre and the group’s best. I LOVE Depeche Mode and think Gahan has such a great voice to compliment Gore’s. After hearing Tora Tora Tora! back in (ahem) the day I was hooked!
I have had the pleasure of getting busy to Depeche and it sets a mood definitely. I also like Maxwell ALOT. That dude has soul and you should check him out if you haven’t already. ;)
Can’t wait for the next installment. I have an old book from my Uni days I have to dig up. Your writing reminds me of it a lot. It is a collection of contemporary erotica short stories and is quite good.
Keep up the great work and I apologize for being so long winded… lol!
Peace.
Steff, wow. You two really went for it, didn’t you! I can tell why it remains such a powerful memory. That you can recall it so vividly.
I love the way you interspersed the Depeche lyrics, it had a great effect.
And can I just say the 2nd picture in part 1 made me go a bit weak at the knees…
Really looking forward to the next instalments.
WALKING WOUNDED–
Heh. I was surprised I was able to describe it so well, actually. It was a bit of a writing exercise since I’ve been weak on description of late.
I don’t think it was bravery, just stupidity and trusting a good friend wouldn’t hurt me. I think it’s rare a person should attempt this the first time they fuck someone. It’s as vulnerable as it gets.
As it will turn out later, I couldn’t have been in better hands.
Dm’s pretty hot when it comes to sex soundtracks, absolutely.
I’m actually totally new at the erotica gig so I’m really loving the positive feedback. It’s exciting. Thank you.
STEVE–
Well, if yer gonna do something, it’s worth doing right, n’est ce pas? ;)
Yeah, it’s been 12 years and I remember it like yesterday. Opened my eyes to a whole new world, but finding it so young made me not realize what a special gift it had been. I should have handled matters that are yet to come better than I had handled them. That, you’ll find out at the end.
Those cheeks! Oh, my god. What a fine piece of ass he is. What an effortless composition by the photog. Gorgeous. I have that in monster-size on Flickr. Have at ‘er! Just get the tissues first.
Part three will land on the weekend. I have a couple cards up my sleeve already. Nice to have some of these on file. :)
Next? Sex utterances. Stay tuned.
With his left hand, he groped over the surface of the stereo. The button clicked and some Depeche Mode began to play.
somehow this seems oddly familiar in my life with the guy I’m seeing. Only it isn’t depeche.
sounds adventrous, if only I could find a guy adventrous as that. seems I’m the one always doing all the thinking. heh.
I’m waiting for your next installment as well.
I like your blog, mind if I link? <3
Trust me, I’m awaiting someone who might stand half a chance of filling his shoes. Have yet to really encounter anyone who compares.
I do all the thinking in my flings. I kind of enjoy the role of teacher though. It can be a turn-on. But not every day. Then it becomes work. You have my empathy. Heh.
Linkage — I’d love it. Thank you. :)
Jaw… floor… drool…
Tsk. You can do better than that. ;)
ha ha! i can’t remember any sex i had previous to my present boyfriend…bar the lustful australian who picked me up and turned me upside down when I was 21. i shuld tell p (my bloke) to read this and try an get him in the adventurous mood. it’d probly embarrass him tho…he’s strangelyuptight when it comes to talking about sex
Great writing steff – I hope it is OK to say that the post err got me umm interested (if I blushed online I would be doing it now).
I got handcuffed, blindfolded and gagged – best. sex. of. my. LIFE. And I totally understand how music and sex get all mixed in together. If only I were brave enough to talk sex in my blog – cold day in hell territory of course for me :)
PIU PIU —
Yeah, but a lot of people are. I was. I was very, very uptight back in the day. When I first disocvered sex with my first lover, I felt a lot of shame over it. That gradually went away, and J. was the first person to make me really desire a lot without feeling the reservoirs of Catholic shame rising up in me.
Now, I don’t have those hangups. I’m sick of the moralizing about sex. I’m not a promiscuous person, but I’m an erotic person and I do love sex. When I have that person in my life, I have sex a lot. Daily. And I talk about it a lot, so when it happens, there’s that built-in anticipation. It’s a great addition to any sexual relationships — and doesn’t cost a fucking dime. Too bad more people didn’t get that through their heads.
Is your boyfriend cheap? Maybe you can say, “Hey, I heard of this FREE way to improve sex EVERY SINGLE TIME…” Heh.
BUT… that’s actually the topic tonight’s posting is on! Check back!
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CHUNUKBAIR–
I don’t know if I’d be down with the gagging. I suspect the purpose is to get you to shut up, but that’s unnecessary with me, as you’ll see with the posting I’ll be putting up this evening.
(Yes, it’s done, but I want the Saga of J to stew a bit more and get y’all hot and ready for the next installment on the weekend.)
Cold day in hell territory, huh? But that’s why I started a new blog that barely anyone in my life knows about. I didn’t want this to be seen.
Then again, I’d love to be a sex columnist professionally, and if that happens, everyone’s going to know how I blow. Sigh.
And Chunukbair — if I got you HARD, and that’s what you’re avoiding saying, then that’s great. Kind of the purpose.
All part of my cruel and evil scheme to inflict great grief on men everywhere — and the chicks that dig this, too. Nothing like getting strangers I’ll never meet all riled up and ready to go.
Makes me grin like a mad scientist, really.
I second wounded’s idea. I need a shower.
I could tell a story about bondage too. Unfortunately for me, it would be a comedy.
; )
bobbie mac,
Your .gif is totally bitchin’!!! Awesome!
Peace
Bobbie– You know what they say: Cleanliness is next to godliness. Go have that shower. :)
Too bad about the bondage fiasco. I can’t help you. Heh.
Very hot sex to a very hot song… I’m impressed.
Sorry, can’t think of anything clever to say all of my blood has suddenly left my brain.
Seems to be some of that going around. But thank you.
I’ve been listening to Depeche Mode for two days now. Funnily, I also keep getting aroused.
Fucking pain in the ass.
where on earth is part 3? i realize these are 4 1/2 year old posts, but as a submissive in a new Dom/sub relationship that’s very sensual in nature, i’m sooooo digging this story. so please? more?
I wrote part three and decided I didn’t want to share it. I’ll probably just remove all the stories at some point. Decided I’m not a fan of sharing much of my encounters, sorry.