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Free Fetish Sex Stories - Inner Desire
Together, Ray and I are the perfect couple, and every time we are near each other, we find ourselves wanting more than just a casual visit. We are like two hot, aching teenagers that have just discovered sex even though, admittedly, I am far from the sweet and innocent girl I portray to be. I am always telling him that he makes me feel like a teenager.
“How’s my sweet 16 year old today?” Ray teased, as he held me so close in his arms that I felt completely covered in him. His taller frame stood over me by a near foot, making me feel small, yet protected.
“I’m perfect when I’m in your arms,” I said, smiling so brightly that even I could feel the glow he brought to my cheeks.
“I love you being in my arms,” he said, a smile spreading over the width of his face. I loved seeing that smile and knowing that I could make him so happy. Rising up on my tippy-toes, I kissed him peck-style on the lips, and he kissed me back the same way, teasingly, all over my face. Giggles filled the room as he tickled my neck with his kisses.
“You are so fun,” I said, through my laughter. I was filled with happiness as he looked down at me, his baby blue eyes sparkling contently. He had this way of looking at me and making me feel so beautiful. When I was with Ray, I no longer felt average; he made me feel like a Goddess.
“You are the Goddess of my heart,” he had told me one day, and by the look in his eyes, I knew he meant it.
“Come in the living room,” I said, grabbing his hand and pulling him in like a child leading a parent to a surprise.
Soft, romantic music filtered from the computer speakers with kaleidoscope type pictures dancing on the screen. I had picked the music I most wanted to make love to before he arrived. The TV was off, and candles flickered bright light from the tips all around the room. The floral fragrance of the candles filled the air gently playing with our senses.
“This is lovely,” he said, looking around before bringing his gaze back to me. “But you are even more beautiful.” He brought his lips down to meet mine, pressing them firmly against me. Just one kiss took my breath away. He was a master at controlling my feeling and sensuality even without trying. Things just happen when we are together, feelings running wild and inner desires needing to be fulfilled. The music soothed my soul, but Ray’s kisses and body warmth kept me excited and hot. Even after turning the heat down ten degrees, I still grew intensely warm with him near. I knew with him, I could go out on a wintry day and still be warm.
As I fumbled at the buttons on his shirt and the zipper on his pants, I swore he wore clothes to make me work for my ultimate desires, and I knew that one day if I continued to practice, I would master the act of taking his clothes off.
“Help! Help!” I said, child-like as if it were a toy that I couldn’t unwrap.
He laughed as he heard the frustration in my voice and saw it on my face, and he helped release all the fasteners that kept me from seeing his tall, sleek body. “You do that on purpose,” I insisted, as I quickly put my mouth on his nipple, gently nibbling on one then the other. I took deep breaths not only out of excitement, but a need to smell his manly scent. I treasured touching him, licking him, breathing him in. The heat of his body and our passion for each other burned through me, creating a wet need between my thighs. I stood back, drinking it all in, his strong arms, large hands, kissable abs, curve of his hips, strength of his legs, and hardness of his passion. I was almost taken aback by how beautiful he was. There was a trail of goose bumps that followed the path of my fingertips over the heat of his body.
“You’re so beautiful,” I said, as my gaze started at his handsome face and lowered over each inch of perfection. I went to him, smothering myself in his arms, closing my eyes, and kissing him so hard it almost startled him, yet he kissed me back. His quick hands expertly took my clothes off. Before he could touch me, I kissed in tiny, slow, soft pecks down his body as my hands felt each curve, muscle, and separate part of his warmth. Everything invaded my senses, the smell of his masculinity and the candles, the heat of his body, softness of his skin, and feeling of his lips on me. I ached more to touch and please him than I did to have him please me.
In front of him, I kneeled, guiding his strong hardness into my mouth, letting my tongue circle around the head. His moans turned me on more than anything. Pleasing him was totally awesome. His fingers played in my long hair, pulling it back from my face and out of my mouth. The only thing I wanted in my mouth was his hard passion. His excitement built, as my hands touched him, my mouth devouring his rapidly growing desire. He thrust forward and his balls tightened close to his body. It turned me on so much to make him feel that way. I was happy and ready to swallow the special liquid that he was about to bestow in me.
As I listened to him moan as he came in my mouth, I squeezed my thighs together feeling my own ache.
Ray pulled me to him and as he kissed me, I reached under the couch cushion for my vibrator. “Here’s a surprise. Use this on me,” I said, with a huge smile. The grin on my face must have said it all. I knew how wet I was from getting him off and now it was my turn for smiles, squirms and orgasm. He pushed me back on the floor and with great strength, lifted and spread my legs wide. He grinned from ear to ear as he turned the plastic, white vibrator on and put it up to my inner wetness. As it touched me, I almost lurched forward, nearly surprised at how good it felt, how much I needed to be pleased, too. The tip went to the opening of the deep ache inside. He pushed it into me, just a little at a time, driving me wild. I pushed my hips forward trying to get inside me further, but he wouldn’t let it go in.
“Please, Ray!” I begged. “Please me before I go insane.” He pushed it in deep, then back out, and in again. He held it inside for a moment, moving it around, almost making it dance. My hips moved without thought, just desire, ache, and need. I wanted this like never before. After awhile, he began thrusting it inside, then completely out, then back in again, almost as hard as he could. And then he pulled it from me and out onto the little bulb inside that made me squirm and cry out. It moved over it first in circles, and then he held the vibrator against it. I almost screamed in pleasure. It was wonderful. I reached to him, running my fingers through his hair, trying to touch him, showing him I still acknowledged his presence, even when I was so aroused. My body started to sweat, quiver. My mind went blank. I nearly stopped breathing, and then I felt the surge of orgasm taking over all my senses. It was so incredible.
After a few moments, I pushed the vibrator away from me. I was so sensitive that I started to giggle. He let go of the machine and came to me, holding me tight in his arms like he never wanted to let me go. I was so safe, so protected, so excited. He was everything to me. As I ran my fingers through his hair, he kissed my soft lips. I felt covered in security, ecstasy and love.
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