First diaper in quite sometime....
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Posted:Jul 31, 2012 5:09 am
Last Updated:Nov 2, 2012 2:37 am 20150 Views
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I am wearing my first diaper in ages... I have been so busy and focused on my university degree. Well I have to say that a wave of feelings rushed over me as I taped it up. Excitement, secure, naughty to name but a few. What really surprised me though was that comfortable snug feeling - like a hug that leaves you feeling happy yet also provides that feeling of being safely held in someones arms.
I know that wanting to wear a nappy is rationally weird and illogical and yet I guess this is why they call it a fetish. It is an irrational need or desire that cannot fully be explained in mere words for the emotions involved are complex. I wont lie, there is a sexual thrill that I get from wearing them, but then it is more than just that. The desire itself predates my own sexual awakening. When my sexual awareness became apparent I had already become fixated upon the idea of wearing a diaper and I guess the two aspects merged.
Of course this was not helped in any way shape or form by my own bedwetting until the age of 13-14. I was never punished for my bedwetting nor made to wear diapers and yet I was still strangely attracted to them. Probably a logical response I suppose.
anyway...
Cheers
LT
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She has been haunting me...
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Posted:Apr 20, 2008 10:54 pm
Last Updated:May 3, 2024 5:54 am 18878 Views
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Her sultry voice slices through the night.
Tuneless lullabies of darkness.
A dagger that delivers songs of despair.
She has been haunting me.
A fearful figure.
An unearthly vision.
A queenly sight.
She has been haunting me.
She summons from a far.
She beckons with grace.
She welcomes with her cold embrace.
She has been haunting me.
Her touch is icy.
It chills my soul.
It freezes my heart.
She has been haunting me.
She haunts my dreams.
A ghost of my past.
A spectre of my future.
She has been haunting me.
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The Final Lover
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Posted:Apr 9, 2008 5:50 pm
Last Updated:Apr 9, 2008 5:51 pm 19014 Views
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The bright sunshine is eroded,
By gloomy shadows lengthening,
Creeping across the ground,
Swallowing the warmth.
Their cool fingers reach out to me,
Beckoning me to them,
Seeking to feed upon the fragile warmth,
Created by the flickering flame of my soul.
Their touch at first send chills of alarm,
My skin erupting in goose bumps at first,
My body valiantly offers a shiver,
Refusing to go without a fight.
Numbness spreads over me,
Embracing me like a lost lover.
Whispering sweet lullabies
As my lids drift shut.
Relentlessly the cold caresses continue,
Reaching deeper within me.
The shadow hands tenderly cup my soul,
A gentle sigh and the flame is extinguished.
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'Prince of Dreams'
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Posted:Mar 29, 2008 12:37 am
Last Updated:May 3, 2024 5:54 am 19165 Views
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I have lots of dreams when I sleep at night, and sometimes I have those dreams that you never want to wake from. The best dream that I ever had was a very detailed one, where for weeks later, I always hoped I would go back to that dream each time I curled up to go to sleep. It was one of those dreams where it felt so real you could have sworn it was reality.
In the dream I was a prince. My parents were very strict and frowned upon mixing with the "common people," yet somehow I met a gypsy girl and she stole my heart. As the dream progressed my parents found out about my love for the gypsy girl and forbid me from seeing her.
I spent long hours locked in a tower unable to go see her, but was allowed out when it was the festival of the full moon. The festival of the full moon was a celebration of life with dancing and fireworks within the grounds of the castle where I lived. During the celebrations I was approached by a young urchin who asked me to follow her for she was sent by her mistress the gypsy girl. To escape the castle became an adventure in itself for somehow my parents became aware of what was happening and tried to prevent it but eventually I escaped through the sewer tunnels beneath the castle.
Once out of the tunnels I found my love waiting for me under the moonlight. We embraced quickly and then she said we must hurry before we are followed. She said some words of magic and I felt a tingle up my spine and without any fear realised she had transformed me into a wolf. She said follow me for tonight is the night our moon aligns with the moon of your world and we can cross the barriers between our worlds for I am not a gypsy but actually a fairy princess.
Surprised yet still totally in love with the girl before me I followed. We ran for what seemed like eternity but was most likely a brief moment under the light of the moon. We arrived at a moonlit glade with a ring of Stones around it. I was transformed back to my normal human self and asked to step into the circle of Stones. My love stepped into the circle as well and then began to chant. Suddenly the very air rippled before me and I found my self in a beautiful glade that was vibrant with the rich colours of Nature. I could hear music being played nearby. My love took my hand and gently guided me towards the music. It was then I noticed that my love was indeed a fairy, for she had wings. The wings looked to be spun of a fragile fine glass like material or gossamer for they reflected the light much like a mirror.
We emerge from the trees that she had been guiding me through, to be welcomed by a scene out of a fairy book. In front of me was a very large moonlit glen that had a bonfire at it centre. Around the bonfire danced many fairies and other animals and creatures of mythology. As we moved towards the circle a hush settled over the creatures and the music slowly stopped. From within the circle a beautiful woman was carried forth and I instantly recognised this woman as my loves mother. For this was the fairy queen. I lowered myself to one knee and paid homage to the woman before me who seemed to embody the very exuberance of nature. The queen seemed to see right through my very being and then nodded and said welcome. As quickly as that the music began again and I was swept up by the dancing creatures and eventually found myself dancing around the bonfire in the arms of my love.
It was then that a feeling of contentment came over me. One I could not hope to describe but to give it a shot, it was a feeling of peace, happiness and rightness.
Then I woke up. I still hope to one day enter back into that dream. It is said that once a person glances upon the world of the fairies that reality becomes a pale thing. In some ways I think that might be just so.
I have written a poem about this dream. Nothing special but it summed up my feelings.
Prince of Dreams
I dream of the dream that one should never wake from.
The dream where my fairytales are true.
Where I am a Prince,
Who finds his Fairy Princess.
Where love is eternal,
and happiness is forever.
Oh sweet slumber, claim me now.
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A Mother's Needs Part 2
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Posted:Mar 19, 2008 1:58 pm
Last Updated:May 3, 2024 5:54 am 20041 Views
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*part 2 to my bedtime story... enjoy*
I awoke the next morning to find John asleep in my arms. He was curled up in a ball with his hand resting against his mouth. It almost looked as if he was sucking on his thumb. For some reason the thought of that sent shivers down my spine. His face looked so sweet and innocent while asleep, that I couldn’t help myself; I reached out and stroked a piece of hair out of his eyes. Once I had started I couldn’t stop, I found myself stroking his hair like he was my baby. Again the thought sent a shiver down my spine. While staring down at his face I began to realise what my life had been missing. Something that hadn’t bothered me much before but in recent months had begun to make me feel a need and desire so strong. I was missing a baby in my life. A few years ago I had found out that I was barren. I was unable to have . At the time it didn’t mean much to me because I didn’t think I ever wanted to have . The funny thing is, that I guess what they say about the female biological clock is true. I turned 30 and suddenly there was that hole in my life. Looking down at John’s peaceful face made me feel like I had found that missing piece.
I realised that John was beginning to stir. As he eyes opened and he remembered where his was and why he was there, a smile formed on his face. It lit it up beautifully, as he gazed up into my eyes. He let out a half groan, half sigh… and mumbled about having an amazing hangover. I couldn’t help but smile. It sounded very much like an infant mewling when it first awakes. I leant down and kiss John on the forehead and hugged him to my chest. He instantly melded with my shape and held onto me in a gentle yet strong embrace.
Tentatively he began to speak, “Aaahh… um… last night was amazing. I don’t think any one has ever made me feel like that. It was magical.”
I couldn’t help but agree and hold him that much closer. Eventually he began to squirm and say that he had to go pee pee. His phrasing made me giggle. They were so sweet, yet so innocent. So I reluctantly let him go. He got up and out of bed and stretched standing in all his glory before me. I swear if I had a pencil and paper I would have began to sketch him right there and then. His muscles rippled on his slim frame and the way the light that was shinning in the window created shadows, he looked more like the boyish figure of Michelangelo’s David.
Enrapt as I was, I followed him to the toilet, dressed in nothing but the skin I was born in.
He made no move to prevent me from following him into the bathroom. I curiously noted that he sat down on the toilet looking aver so sleepy yet his gaze was fixed upon me as if he was memorising every curve and crease of my body. And then he began to pee. I have never been into watersport, don’t get me wrong I have experimented and found it ok, but it wasn’t really my thing. But having him watch me with such a lustful half awake look, nearly a leer one could say, and hear the cascade of his urine falling into the toilet was definitely making me aroused. It was also making me need to pee rather badly myself. Slowly the tinkling sound began to fade and he went to move to shake the final drops away. It was at that moment I stopped him from doing so and reached out and gave the final couple of shakes for him. I nearly broke out laughing for as I did so his penis twitched within my hand and began to grow firm.
Eventually I could hold off no longer, and took his hand and lifted him from the toilet. I then sat in his place and relaxed my muscles and a hissing sound soon followed. John stood there transfixed, his penis raising and twitching in front of me. He then began to kneel and slowly reached out his hand and placed it between my legs under my pussy cupping it with the heel of his palm. This took my breath away. I never expected him to do so but the way he did it, felt so natural and right. The effect it had on my pussy was instantaneous. A warm spread throughout my body and I felt my neck and upper chest begin to have the tell tale flush creep across it. I felt like my bladder would continue for eternity and the feel of the palm of his hand massaging my clit while I released the torrent was definitely having a mighty effect on me. But alas the torrent faded to a slow drip and then stopped all together. John the reached for a piece of toilet paper with his other hand and began to softly dab at my pussy with it. It was so cute. I could tell he had never done it before. It was as if he wasn’t sure how to go about it and was so tenderly making sure I was looked after. I also took some toilet paper and grabbed his other hand and began to dry it. All the time we said nothing but stared into each others eyes. The air felt as if it was charged with electric between us; maybe we had absorbed some of the energy from the previous night’s thunderstorm! From the corner of my vision I could see the head of John’s penis glistening and bobbing around as if dancing to the same beat as the frantic rhythm of my heart.
Once done, I stood up and took John’s hand and pulled him back towards the bedroom. I was consumed by lust. Once there he wasted no time and took me in a doggy style position. One hand roamed my back caressing and every so often reaching under to tweak my nipples, the other he either used to guide my hips or tickle my clit. His thrusting was fast and furious. I could tell that he too was consumed by the lust that had taken me over. Suddenly I tensed for he did something unexpected; he placed his thumb from the roaming hand at the entrance to my anus and began to tap a rhythm upon it. It was strangely exciting. He wasn’t entering it, but the steady, firm tapping nearly made me wish he was. It was driving me crazy!
All too soon I could feel him starting to twitch violently within me and his breathing was becoming very erratic and punctuated with groans. Suddenly he let out a gigantic moan and slumped forward. I was a little disappointed thinking it would be the end of our fun, and I found my pussy was screaming out for more. It felt so wet, and where his seed had pumped with in me made it feel burning hot with lust for more.
John took a couple of moment to compose himself and catch his breath while clinging to me tightly. I could feel his penis still twitching violently within me, yet I could also tell it was slowly deflating. Once he caught his breath, he surprised me by instead of rolling off to the side and onto his back like most guys generally would, he lowered him self down between my legs and began to give long generous licks at my pussy. I found myself instead of going to roll over like I had planned pushing myself back into his face and mashing myself up against his nose. I started to wonder why John was single; this man was amazing! The things he could do with his fingers and tongue left me breathless and the fact he always considered my needs so far was a pleasant delight. Eventually he stopped for a moment and I thought, ‘ok, this must be the end,’ but again he surprised me for he turned himself around on to his back and then firmly guided me over the top of him so I was sitting upon his face! I was speechless. Suddenly his tongue was back inside of me and licking at me furiously, and his nose was rubbing up and down against my clit. It was too much for me and I exploded into orgasm. This time I know I surprised John, for my juices squirted out of me expelling not only my own cum but also globs of the cum that he had recently placed within me. But he continued to lick and hold on. Eventually after a multi-orgasmic experience I had to cry out for him to stop. I was breathless and didn’t think my heart could bare another orgasm without exploding! Never had a man left me feeling such levels of arousals yet fulfilment. I rolled off him and nearly broke out in laughter. His face was covered with cum and even his hair was slicked back in it, yet the smile on his face told me how much he had enjoyed it.
As much as I wanted to lie down and fall asleep, I found after seeing his face I couldn’t do so and went and grabbed a wash cloth with warm water. I returned to find him sitting there holding one of my stuffed toys staring at it lovingly. Again a tingle went down my spine and I had an urge to mother him. I took the toy out of his hands and sat it next to him with out saying a word. He turned and ran his eyes over my body once gain with an eager look, but eventually choosing to stare into my eyes. I took his hands and began to wipe them, ignoring the mixed juices of our pleasures that were still running down my legs. Once done with his hands I wet the cloth again and began to wipe his face clean. He never said a word but the expression on his face was gorgeous. He looked like a lost little boy who was happy that his mother had found him. Once he was all cleaned up I put the stuffed toy back in his hands and began to clean myself up. He settled himself back against the head board of the bed and cuddled the toy and watched me. The sight made me want to run over and hug him; he was so cute.
After a bit of cuddling up to each other, I found my energy had returned and I felt somewhat more composed, so I decided to question John on our earlier somewhat kinky episode in the bathroom and tried to find out if he had any other fetishes or surprises for me. His reply wasn’t what I expected.
“I do have a fetish but I don’t think you would ever guess what it is in a million years for it is rather unusual and unique,” he replied.
At this my brain went into over drive with the possibilities of what it could be. My initial thought being to do with his somewhat innocent and childish appearance but I discarded that not wanting to offend his manly sensibilities. I listed many fetishes from the mundane to the outright unusual and somewhat perverted and found out that many of the fetishes I mentioned he had some interests in or was curious about. I filed this information away for later use! Eventually though I started to run short of possibilities and decided to go with my earlier hunch. I decided to ask if he liked wearing diapers kind of hoping yet not expecting him to say yes. Suddenly his eyes shot up and looked at me intensely. At first I thought I had offended him and was about to apologise, but then he got a very sheepish embarrassed look and I realised that I had found his fetish. I waited for his reply and could see the conflict play across his face on how to answer me.
“Well… um… err… Yes… kind of.” he stuttered.
“But before you jump to any conclusions I just want you to know it has nothing to do with ; I am not a pedophile or anything!” he continued quickly.
He said it so fast I nearly laughed at his fear. I could see he was worried I would jump to the wrong conclusion but I reassured him that I knew him and after spending time with him knew that such a thing was not in his nature. Him being the type of guy that worried about offending everyone and always trying to make others happy before himself would obviously find such a thing offensive. His face softened with the reassurance.
“So it doesn’t bother you that I like diapers?” he questioned with an amazed look on his face.
“Not at all,” I replied, “In fact the whole idea excites me no end.”
And that was the truth, for my brain had already absorbed the information and began to think about the possibilities. The thoughts were already arousing my pussy even though it had just enjoyed some orgasmic sex. At my admission to being excited by the idea, a huge smile broke across his face and he visibly relaxed. I suddenly realised how tense and fearful he had been. It occurred that I might be the first person he had ever told about his fetish.
Thousand of thoughts began flitting across my mind that I wanted answers to in regards to such an interesting subject, but I decided to begin at the start.
“So how did you become interested in diapers?” I asked.
His face blushed and at hearing the word diapers. His eyes suddenly couldn’t look me in the eye. I gently reached out and lifted his chin and told him,
“Don’t be embarrassed little boy, Mummy Angel will look after you and you never need to fear Mummy for she will always love you.”
I don’t know what possessed me to say those words, but they felt right and the difference they made to John was amazing. I suddenly saw a tear escape his eye and a look of joy spread across his face and he lent forward and embraced me in a loving hug. Strangely the sight made my eyes also damp for in John I suddenly felt I had found the missing piece in my life. Someone who needed me and the care I could provide, as well as my love. In mere moments I felt the world shift and everything fall into place. John was the baby I couldn’t have. Eventually I pulled back from John and lent him against my shoulder and repeated my question. This time he replied without hesitation.
The story he told me was fascinating. He was a bed wetter for most of his childhood and a good deal of his teenage life. In his mid-teens he eventually got frustrated with a wet bed every morning and decided to wear diapers to save the hassle of washing the sheets everyday. He never told anyone that he started to do this for he was much too embarrassed. The only person to know was a kindly old lady at the pharmacist who supplied him with his diapers. It didn’t always prevent a wet bed he told me, for there were the occasional leaks, but on the whole he found he slept better and didn’t worry as much. Eventually the doctor’s predictions, which he would grow out of it, came true. He woke up most mornings dry and only had an accident once a week, and then it became a thing of the past. During this time though, he had found he had developed a fixation on his diapers. The comfort and reassurance he felt while wearing them was difficult to let go. Not to mention that he felt somewhat naughty while wearing diapers and they excited him. The fact was, he may have stopped bed wetting, but he could not give up his diapers. Without them he slept terribly and would wake up tired and disgruntle.
I filed all this information away in my mind, making sure to capture every word. I asked him if wearing the diapers was all that he did for some sort of intuition told me that the diapers wasn’t the whole story. I felt him stiffen in my arms and then look up to my face. Finding only reassurance there he relaxed and began to tell me that he also like the more childish side of wearing them and to pretend he was a little boy while wearing them. He mentioned that he had even bought a pacifier and often would suck on it while going to sleep. Needless to say I felt another twinge of excitement within my loins. The image of John’s muscular body in diapers, curled up in a ball, sucking upon a pacifier instantly popped into my head. I had to see what he looked like. I asked if he had any diapers in his room right now. He blushed but said yes.
“Go get them now John,” I ordered, “I would like to see them if I may.”
He scuttled out of my lap and dashed from the room to his own. The image of his naked body doing so still sent naughty thoughts racing through my head. He returned with some cloth and disposable diapers, powder, plastic pants, a collection of pacifiers and a big worn old teddy bear bundled within his arms. He looked a strange mix of excitement and apprehension, all at once, that made me want to laugh.
I suddenly wished I had a camera, but then wondered if John would be too frightened by it. After a brief pause I decided I better not.
He reverently laid the items down before me on the bed. I noted he caressed the soft cloth diapers and patted the teddy bear on the head. The sight of the adult sized diapers fascinated me. I also found the plastic pants curiously erotic to look at. I looked up at John to find him watching me with a mix of emotions playing across his face; the most significant being hope. I picked up a disposable and felt the soft padded texture. I suppose I could understand why he felt the way he did about diapers. There was something naughty about the idea of wearing them yet also strangely reassuring. I sat the diaper down on the bed and opened it up. Then I looked up to John, and patted the diaper. It took a moment for my intent to register, but then quick as a flash he jumped up on the bed and placed himself neatly on the diaper. I couldn’t help but smile. My mind and body was being assaulted by waves of emotions that I never knew I had. I found I liked these new emotions, not to mention the effect they were having on my levels of arousal. John was very quiet but I could tell that the idea of me diapering him also was having an effect on him for his penis began to spring back to life. I reached for the baby powder and lifted his legs by the ankles and gave a quick puff of the powder on his behind. The smell was divine. While I had his legs up I adjusted the position of the diaper and then lowered his feet down either side of me. I slowly pulled the diaper up between his legs and over his now very erect member. With some difficulty I managed to get it taped into place over his erection. Once done I lent forward and blew a raspberry on his belly and chided that he was a very excited little boy. His reaction was to squirm, blush and smile at me with those big blue eyes.
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A Mother's Needs
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Posted:Mar 16, 2008 9:47 pm
Last Updated:May 19, 2012 5:47 am 20049 Views
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*a bedtime story by me.. hope you enjoy and forgive my lack of editing since i am such a slacker*
A Mother's Needs Part 1
John paused in front of the mirror. The image that faced him was not the image he had grown accustomed to seeing over the past 10 years as an adult. John was a tall, yet slim, 28 year old male. His hair was a shiny jet black and currently was long enough to be placed in pigtails. And that was exactly how they were right at that moment; in pigtails. One could think this was a strange thing, but knowing John’s story as I do and looking at what he is wearing right now, it comes as no shock to me at all. For you see, John is my baby. Albeit he was a rather large baby, but mine none the less. He wasn’t always dressed as he is now, in his lovely baby doll outfit and his large padded behind poking out from beneath it. Crawling around on all fours and sucking furiously on his pacifier is only a new part of John’s life. To fully explain John’s rather unusual behaviour I think I should tell you all a story, one which I assume, since you are reading this, you will enjoy. I know John loves his story time and I hope you do to.
To start with, my name is Angel Johnson, or as baby John now calls me, Mummy Angel. I have a curvy 5’8” frame that some would call a voluptuous figure. I am a brunette with long hair which I have cut the fringe to sit in a sharp line just above my eyebrows. I am 30 years of age yet I still have a youthful air to my appearance that makes many people think I am much younger than I am. Most people would consider me pretty or even cute and I have never had a problem with attracting men. In fact as an artist I would meet many gorgeous males and sometimes even females that I invited to my bed, but I always felt something was missing in those relationships yet couldn’t quite put my finger on what it was. That all changed when I met John.
John came into my life at a time when I found myself confused and searching for some answers about myself and life. At first he was just a new flatmate. Someone to fill the room of my friend who had met someone had recently left. I instantly liked John. He seemed a genuine friendly sort of person, somewhat unsure of himself but he possessed a like enthusiasm which instantly attracted me to him. Not to mention he was very handsome or should I say more beautiful, for he had a very feminine grace to him for a male. John seemed to like me too and we hit it off straight away. He loved art and enjoyed conversing on a wide range of topics which meant we got along famously. I often caught John staring down my cleavage with a far away look in his eyes during those conversations only to be startled back to reality by my clearing of my throat. The blush that would spread across his face when he realised he had been caught was so cute. It used to send instant sparks of arousal to my nether regions. I must admit I was ever so cruel to John. I began to wear lower cut tops that revealed more of my cleavage and also wear necklaces that would attract the eye right to them nestled within my cleavage.
I could tell John was attracted to me, but he was ever so shy about doing something about it, and knew I would have to take things into my own hands if I wanted something to happen. One night I decided I would take him out on the town with the intentions of moving things along. John had previously admitted to me that he didn’t drink much and easily became drunk after a couple of beers. The weather was warm and humid. It didn’t take much to get John to have more than one or two beers and he seemed to be really enjoying himself. He even got up to dance, something he said he hardly ever did. I still laugh picturing him dancing; I could understand why he hardly ever danced. He was somewhat ungainly yet his attempts just fuelled the desire I felt for him.
Eventually we both had enough and decided to make our way home. Outside the weather was still muggy and hot, but a warm breeze had picked up. We slowly walked back to our flat along the streets. By this time I had slipped my hand within Johns and we were walking along the empty streets in the early hours of the morning like to young lovers. In the distance we could hear thunder and the air felt electrified. Above the Stars were slowly being swallowed up by the dark billowing clouds that were sweeping across the sky.
As if some greater magic controlled us we both slowed to a stand still and looked into each others eyes. Ever so slowly rain began to fall; large droplets that were warm and tasted sweet upon the tongue. The earthy smell that comes from summer rain assaulted our sense of smell with its lush aromas. John and I just stood there taking it all in. The rain began to fall harder and our clothes began to soak through. It was at this moment I lifted my jaw slightly and went up onto my toes, leaning into John. John responded with at first a tentative kiss which eventually bloomed into a passionate embrace. His kiss took my breath away. I could feel his heart beating strongly beneath my hands and knew it had the same effect on him. Suddenly there was a flash of light and thunder boomed across the heavens above us. We both stepped back and laughed feeling so free. By this time we were absolutely soaked. No words had been spoken but we both moved on towards our flat with smiles on our face.
When we arrived there the gutters where flooded with torrents of rain washing leaves along. The night felt somehow surreal. We stood on the doorstep kissing for a few moments enjoying the rain landing upon our faces. By this time we had grown somewhat cold so we entered our flat. I took Johns hand and dragged him towards the bathroom. He followed like a lost little puppy. When we arrived I turned the shower on and began to undress him. A look of happiness crossed his face. It was in that moment I glimpsed a look of pure innocence upon his face. I nearly wanted to stop what I was doing to draw and capture the look, but at this point my passion had taken over. John went to help me with my clothes but I pushed him into the shower and quickly discarded them and stepped in with him. The warmth washed over our skin, heightening our awareness, making every little caress feel magnified. John was already gazing lovingly at my body, his arousal evident in his erection that was poking at my belly. Eventually a primal urge over took us and we embraced passionately to the music of the rain on the roof and the exclamations of thunder mixed with our sighs and moans. John lifted me against the wall and entered me, sending off fire works all over my body. I don’t think either of us was fully aware of our actions. It was pure animal instinct. We were two animals in heat rutting and oh, was it good. Eventually John shuddered what must have been an energy sapping orgasm. His legs began to shake and his strength seemed to leave him for a moment. I had lost count how many times I had cum and the feeling of his seed busting into my pussy left me crying out as yet another orgasm racked my body. I must admit I could barely stand on my legs either by the time we were finished. John slumped against the wall breathing heavily as if he had just finished running a race.
I am not sure if was my imagination or something but it was at that moment I could see a looking out at me. I slowly found myself taking a wash cloth and washing down his body making sure I cleaned every nook and cranny. He didn’t even make a move to stop me; he just kept staring at me with his like, blue, innocent eyes. Eventually we stepped out of the shower and I wrapped him up in a big fluffy towel and dried myself off. I quickly rubbed him down and then took him to my room. Once in bed he seemed to recover something of himself and started to caress and massage body. His wonderful fine fingers continually managed to make me feel pleasures that I never knew were possible. Strangely enough when his mouth had found my breasts after kissing me across my stomach, his tongue slowly licked at my nipples and then he eventually began to suckle at them. I can’t describe the feeling I felt right then. A protectiveness came over me so strong, yet at the same time I orgasmed, something that I had never done before from just having someone suck and nibble at my breast. John continued to suckle for a little while on both breasts and then moved his way down my belly kissing and licking until he reached my ever so wet pussy. I was quickly finding that although John looked sweet and innocent, he was a master at making me feel good with his tongue and hands. I am not sure what happened next… All I know is that I felt like I came for eternity and was left feeling spent. Eventually we fell asleep in each others arms.
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Reflections of the Future
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Posted:Mar 12, 2008 4:24 pm
Last Updated:Apr 4, 2013 7:36 pm 19582 Views
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Reflections of the Future
I feel the fingers of time brushing against my cheek,
In a familiar gesture of compassion.
It's passing brings the fresh breeze of the unknown,
It's caress reminds me that it will inevitably march on,
Making all that was once so pressing and important,
Slowly fade from the present and into the past.
Never the less there are always moments that mark our passing.
Moments that can be consider as landmarks to the individual.
Landmarks that have shaped who we are,
And who we will be.
To know and to recognise these landmarks,
As they unfold can be a difficult task.
Which leads me to the questions I ask myself this very moment,
Are you one of my landmarks?
A symbol of change within my life?
Will you be the one who will shape the malleable clay of my soul?
Answer these question now, I can not.
Reflection and hindsight may be my only way to divine such an answer.
Instead, with trepidation and no small amount of fear,
All I can do is offer myself to you,
A sacrifice to your will.
A slave awaiting the touch of a Goddess.
Awaiting to see what imprint she might leave upon my being.
I lay crucified upon the crossroads of fate,
Making the choice to place my faith in your firm grip,
In the hope that you give me the things I need and want,
While taking from me that which I hoard through ignorance,
Yet have no need thereof.
In truth I am but a babe,
Suckling at your breast,
New to life and eager to learn,
Yet fearful of what it might hold.
And so I look to you as an infant would its mother,
To guide me and to protect me,
To teach me and train me,
In preparation of the possibilities life might hold,
If only I were to release my fears,
And fully embrace my true self.
As time passes I hope my service to you,
Will show me to be a worthy ,
Who will worship the very presence of his Mother & Goddess,
And hopefully in doing so will give,
A small measure of meaning to a tiny life,
Lost within the vast hourglass of Time.
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