Aruba Fantasy
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Posted:Jan 30, 2009 1:12 am
Last Updated:May 21, 2024 5:46 am
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Setting: Aruba Ocean Club at night. A rock grotto up a flight of stairs from the pool deck conceals an irregularly shaped hot tub sunk into the stone with secluded alcoves screened by plants and flowering vines. Murmurs of conversation drift up from the pool below area below.
I lounge back against the smooth side of the hot tub, eyes closed. Clasped loosely in one hand is a frosty glass, fruit on a spear sticking to one side. Only half full, the rest of a rare alcoholic drink has already gone to my head, combining with the hot swirling water to fog my mind and relax my body.
Very faintly, I hear the rustle of the plants around me. A soft breeze has been periodically stirring them, caressing my wet shoulders and neck and causing little shivers from the contrast before the breeze subsides. Contributing the noise to the breeze again, I sink deeper into the water and take a slow sip from my drink.
The water gently laps at my body. I feel what seems to be water plants drift against me and move away. At first, I enjoy the sensation. Then, realizing that there are no water plants in the hot tub, I open my eyes.
I don’t know him. I know no one here in Aruba.
He stands before me, just an outline in the low lighting. His features are indistinguishable but his shape is strong, arms and chest well-muscled. The water of the hot tub only caresses his lower stomach as he stands there. His swim suit, if he is wearing one, is not visible.
I sense his smile, more than see it. It’s only a quick flash of white teeth as he leans forward and once again runs a hand lightly, ever-so-softly over the spot where my bathing suit dips down to expose the cleavage of my chest.
For a long moment we just stare at each other. If I’m going to protest, now is the time; now is the only time. No words leave my mouth. I know what I’m doing. Not enough alcohol has passed my lips that I can explain this as a drunken encounter. While it eases my decision, this is what I want.
Setting down the drink carefully on the lip of the hot tub, I stand and move forward. The breeze picks just then to blow a gust across me and my nipples bead against the fabric of my swimsuit.
The slight tilt of his head lets me know he has noticed. Once again his hand rises, but this time his fingers hook under the strap of my bathing suit and pull it slowly down my shoulder. My hardened nipple is revealed, puckering even more, though this time temperature is not affecting it.
Maintaining the silence, he flicks his thumb over it. His skin is slightly calloused. Not so hard that it hurts me, but enough to create rough friction. Then, bending at the waist, he replaces his thumb with his mouth.
I bite my lip and bury my face in his shoulder. I can not let any sound escape. I know there are others in the hot tub, in their own secluded alcoves. Deluded by the sound of the waterfall that cascades from the hot tub to the pool below, I can hear the hum of the people enjoying the cool pool with the swim-up bar and the Calypso band.
Bringing up my arms, I twine one around his back while the other goes higher and my fingers tangle in his hair. Angling my lower body forward, I feel him already hot and hard against my belly. No material separates him from the world and I find myself eager to join him in his nudity.
Moving backward deeper into the shadows of our little alcove, I lower the other strap of my suit and then push it down and away. I don’t know what has drawn him here. I certainly was not dressed at all provocatively in my simple one-piece, but no questions will come from my lips.
The warm water is soft against my bare skin and as he nears, I realize the top of my head barely reaches his chin. This doesn’t bother me as it makes me the perfect height to worship him. My mouth slowly traces down his throat and over his shoulder. The skin is smooth and warm here, slightly salty with a touch of the chlorine from the treated water of the hot tub.
His own hands move down my back and lower. There is deliciousness in this forbidden encounter. I don’t know if it is the public setting or the coming together of two strangers in silence, but my skin is ultra-sensitive to each touch, each caress. When one of his fingers trails down the crack of my ass, I can’t keep hard tremors from racing through me. When the other hand circles around my body and moves to stroke the skin just below my breasts, goose bumps rise all over my body.
For the first time, our mouths meet. His lips are full and soft, his tongue smooth and long. I know I taste of my tropical drink and the coconut rum that makes it potent. His breath is scented of coffee and I can taste the addition of Bailey’s Irish Cream, a sweet combination.
I don’t know how long we stand there, doing little more than kissing and caressing. Our hands avoid the most sensitive areas of each other’s anatomy. For now, our explorations are more innocent even though their intent is not. The slow approach is as heady as any drinks we could have imbibed.
A stronger gust of wind ripples the water around us and the plants move more aggressively in their planters. Feeling me shiver, he turns us and sinks down onto the bench, pulling me down to his lap. Now we are mostly under water and I can’t ignore his excitement as it rises against my hip.
My hand sinks below the water for a more intimate exploration. He is thick and my fingers have trouble circling his girth completely. I shiver in anticipation, both positive and negative. To feel that inside me, to be stretched full by that. What exquisite pleasure it will bring, but only after great discomfort from the initial entry.
He must know how his size can affect a woman. His own hand has moved between my legs and his fingers are light probes. They seem to measure me, test me. Then, he touches that most sensitive spot. Oh the contrast! Warm silky water, hard calloused finger gently stroking, and my own soft skin coming together all at once.
I use my own fingers to stroke up and down him. My thumb circles the head of his cock, finding the precum that is leaking it out and smoothing it over him. Circling the base with my fingers, I lightly squeeze as I trail my hand upward.
Against my lips, his breath comes out in faster puffs of air. My own heart is racing and the tingling along my spine and over my head tells me how ready I am for what is to come. When one of his fingers enters me, I can’t keep a small whimper trapped inside anymore. But his mouth is there to capture and swallow the sound, keeping it from going no farther.
Turning more on his lap, I press my breasts to his chest. He helps me to straddle him and then he just rocks against me.
I’ve let go of him so that I can brace my hands on his shoulders. There has been no entry; we just let our most intimate skin rub together. The teasing caress is both too little and too much and I want so much more.
But now is not the time to hurry. This moment is magical and does not exist in normal time. It will not come again, so it needs to be drawn out and savored.
I feel it all, am aware of it all. The warm bubbling water, the tropical breeze with just enough coolness to chill wet flesh, our hard nipples brushing against each other, his supple tongue sliding against my own, my hands stroking over firm muscles and down to downy hair on his arms, the firm stroke of one of his hands up and down my back, the other hand caressing my hip and thigh, and, most of all, his velvet-covered hardness moving between my lower lips and brushing again and again along my opening. My mind is on overload from all the sensations.
As he rocks forward, just the head slips inside of me. His entry has begun. It is slow and controlled. Measured. A fraction of an inch at a time. Our bodies slowly connect, interlock.
Time passes. The water undulates against us as we move together. Delicate movements and then we are one, completely. He is seated deep inside me, stretching me tight. The stinging sensation that I had anticipated has come and passed. Now it is fullness that I feel.
The fit is so snug that I am aware of every centimeter of him, the ridge of the vein that pulses along his cock pushes against my inner walls. For a moment, we rest together. Our heads lean against each other and our breath mingles. We savor each other.
Then it is time. The intensity is unmatched from anything in my experience. It is not hard strokes, not speed, but something else that drives us. It is pure feeling as me move together.
My fingernails dig deep into his shoulders and my throat locks up. Unable to breathe, I feel myself explode, implode, combust. I’ve become the ultimate weapon and I’ve just detonated.
His own explosion quickly follows. His hands, clenched in my ass, pull me down hard onto him as he gives himself up to pleasure.
For a long moment we simply breathe. Our recovery is long and slow and we hold each other as little aftershocks quake through us.
Once again it is time. I kiss him slowly, then slip away. Still, there are no words. Farewells are not needed. Snagging my suit with one hand, I fade among the plants and into another alcove.
Sound returns. The calypso band, the laughter, the whir of the blender at the bar, once again come into being. But nothing will ever be more real than that one moment out of time that has come and passed between two strangers.
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Hammock Contract
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Posted:May 26, 2007 6:04 pm
Last Updated:Nov 7, 2016 6:26 pm
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This being a contractual agreement between 1Nosferatu, heretofore called Nosf, and Madrachadevvi, heretofore called Devvi, regarding the usage and care of the Hammock in the Polyamory Room, heretofore called Poly, on Hookup.Date Naughty Affair Dating, heretofore called Hookup.Date Naughty Affair Dating.
All ownership and rights will remain in the hands of Devvi since she purchased and installed said Hammock in Poly on Hookup.Date Naughty Affair Dating. Devvi will have complete right to engage in use of said Hammock at any hour and in any situation.
Nosf agrees to lease from Devvi said Hammock in Poly on Hookup.Date Naughty Affair Dating under the following conditions and terms.
1. Upon arrival in Poly, if Devvi is already occupying the aforementioned Hammock and Nosf desires to join her there, he will first ensure she lacks nothing needed for her comfort (i.e. water, grapes, orgasms) prior to entering said Hammock. Upon entering, he will then issue payment in the form of one mind-blowing, curl your toes kiss.
2. Upon arrival in Poly, if Devvi is not already occupying the aforementioned Hammock and Nosf desires to occupy it, he may do so.
a. If, during his tenure in the Hammock while in Poly, Devvi does not arrive, Nosf will remit payment at a future date no less than 72 hours from his time in the Hammock. Said payment will consist of one to be followed by activities both Nosf and Devvi deem appropriate to the conclusion of a .
b. If, during his tenure in the Hammock while in Poly, Devvi arrives and wishes to enter the hammock, she may do so. At this time, payment will be issued by Nosf in the form of one orgasm, provided in any manner which Nosf deems appropriate.
3. If Nosf and Devvi arrive in Poly together, payment terms will be dependent upon the first to enter aforementioned Hammock. If Nosf is the first to occupy it, payment will be issued as outlined in Article 2, Addendum b. If Devvi is the first to occupy it, payment will be issued as outlined in Article 1.
4. If at any times these terms and conditions become unacceptable to either party, they can be rewritten under the following stipulations.
a. If Devvi wishes to renegotiate the terms and conditions of this agreement at any time, she may do so as she wishes as long as she informs Nosf at least 48 hours prior to the new terms and conditions take effect.
b. If Nosf wishes to renegotiate the terms and conditions of this agreement at any time, he must first have his proposed amendments approved by Devvi. Once approval has been given, said amendments will immediately be put into effect.
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An Unexpected Delight
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Posted:May 23, 2007 6:45 pm
Last Updated:Jun 28, 2007 4:03 pm
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The phone rings
His voice answers my greeting
Sending shivers down my spine
Causing my body to moisten
Conversation flows
Until I can’t help myself
And I touch
First my breast
Circling my nipple softly with my fingertips
Causing it to tighten
Unable to resist I gently pinch
Fingernails lightly biting in
Twisting and pulling a bit
Biting back my moan
Struggling to keep up my side of the discussion
Then losing the battle
A moan falling from my lips
A startled silence from him
Before his voice deepens
And he tells me all that he would like to do
My hand slips down my body
Tickling my flesh on its journey south
Reaching to my center
Fingers just circling at first
Pressing my lower lips in
Onto my pleasure center
Then as he murmurs to me
I part myself
Find myself
Tease myself
Tempt myself
Torment myself
His voice always stimulating me
Driving me
And the stimulations combine
Causing explosions to rocket through me
My body to clench
Toes to point
Fingers to curl
Mouth to fall open
And a breathless whimper to escape
My head to fall back in pleasure
My world shimmering
An oasis of pleasure
His voice urging me on
Holding me to peak
Traveling from peak to peak
His breath quickening in time with mine
And I find him sharing my satisfaction
An unexpected delight to the day
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Balance
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Posted:May 18, 2007 7:04 pm
Last Updated:Nov 7, 2016 6:29 pm
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The heat is stifling
I revel in it
The stretch of muscles
The complete concentration necessary to maintain balance
My right leg straight and vertical
Foot high above my head
Back arched so that my hair, drawn into a ponytail, brushes my calf
Sweat rolling down my body
Beads of moisture trickling between my breasts
Down my belly
Until they reach my shaved and bare core
More sweat oozing down my back
Between my ass cheeks
Before continuing the journey down my thighs
My breath controlled
As my body is
I hold the position
Pushing the stretch
Keeping the count
Then slowly lowering my leg and returning to my standing savasana
A breeze touches my bare body
Causing my nipples to pucker
And goosebumps to rise on my flesh
The door has opened and closed
I feel his presence in the room
His eyes on me
Ignoring the temptation he represents I prepare for my second Dandayamana Dhanurasana
Cupping my left foot in my hand
And slowly moving into position
My left leg spearing up into the air
His eyes tracking down my body is almost a physical sensation
From my pointed foot
Down my straight leg
To where I am open and exposed
My body trembles as his movement causes a puff of air to hit me in that most private of places
And I know he now stands directly behind me
Hear his breathing quicken slightly
I continue to hold the pose
Keeping the count in my mind
Struggling to maintain the control needed for stability
Then I feel his work roughened fingers trail up my inner thigh
I moan
Involuntary rising up onto the ball of my foot
Only years of practice letting me maintain my balance
Even as my equilibrium and poise tip the scale
He whispers my name
His fingers have reached me
They touch me
And he moves to press to me
Naked flesh to naked flesh
His clothes discarded before he entered my private studio
He is hard against me
His arms move around me
And I am trapped
My legs split open
My torso pressed into the greatest arch I can maintain
His hands covering my breasts
His fingers pinching my nipples even as he enters me
I gasp
My eyes closing
My body wet for him
A combination of sweat and the moisture his presence always brings to me
For a time we hold the posture
His hands taking liberties with all he can reach
My mind and body willingly surrendering to him
Then he begins to rotate his hips
Rubbing against my exposed flesh
And I tremble
My body quivers
His hands pleasuring me from the front
His body driving me toward completion
Until I cry out
Only the steel bands of his arms around me preventing me from falling to the mat
And hear his hoarse shout as he empties into me
Before he slowly pulls out
Allowing me to return to my savasana
But now my knees are weak
And my breathing no longer controlled
I feel his lips, curved into a smile, pressed against the back of my neck
Before he moves away
The soft breeze as he leaves
I prepare
And move into my next position
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The Beast Within
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Posted:May 16, 2007 6:31 pm
Last Updated:Nov 7, 2016 6:32 pm
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The animal in me waits
Ready to pounce
To devour
Scenting you as you near
Nostrils flaring as your aroma reaches me
Body quivering in anticipation
Then you appear
And the beast releases
I attack
Hands grasping
Teeth biting down on the spot where your neck and chin meet
Tugging at your skin
The claws of my hands tearing at your clothes
Ripping cloth in my quest to bare you to me
Tearing away garments
The warmth of your body emanating out to me
My mouth sucking
Leaving my mark
My nails moving down you
Red trails left in their wake
I wrestle you to the ground
Shredding the last of your garments
I fall on you
Mouth sucking in your hardness
Devouring it
Tasting your essence
Feeling you spear into my throat
Holding you tight
My mouth racing over you
Until you are rigid and ready
I straddle you
Take you in
Claiming you as you claim me
My hips moving fast
Frantic as my pulse pounds
Grinding against you
Fingers of one hand pinching and twisting my nipples
Fingers of the other doing the same to you
Then drawing your hand to me
Throwing my head back
As I ride you
The beast within having completely overtaken me
Growls falling from my lips
As I lose what little control I possess
Slamming down
Taking without thought
A primal cry leaving my lips
Matched by yours
Our mating frenzy crescendos
Leaving us spent
And curled together
The beast within sated
For now
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Reflections of Passion
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Posted:May 15, 2007 7:14 pm
Last Updated:Nov 7, 2016 6:34 pm
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Watches in the mirror as your hand trails down my front
Flicking button after button open
Slowly revealing my skin to our gazes
Until the inner curves of my breasts peak out from between folds of red silk
Then the other hand lowers the cloth away from my body
Completely exposing me
Even as you stand clothed behind me
My hard nipples tilted up
The soft curve of my belly flowing down
Hips flaring
The light from the fireplace casting flickering shadows over my skin
The spot at the junction of my thighs hidden from sight
As I watch, you slowly kneel behind me
Your hands riding down my sides and over my thighs
Watching you lean forward and trail your lips up my legs
Feeling your hands pushing me to widen my legs a bit
So that the light from the fire flickers over the spot previously hidden
Your hands trailing up my inner thighs
Your mouth touching the spot where my thigh and ass meet
Then your tongue flicking out and meeting that sensitive spot
I shiver
Goosebumps rising on my flesh
I let my head fall back
Pleasure causing my eyes to close
You glance up at me
Tell me to open my eyes
To watch as you pleasure me
My gaze lowers to the mirror
As you move around in front of me
Hands just skimming over the flesh of my legs
Your lips trailing over my inner thighs
Teeth lightly nipping
Sending electric shocks through me
Traveling from the nerve endings in my legs to my core
Leaving small red marks
Traveling up my thighs
Closer to the spot where firelight leaves flickering shadows
I watch as you turn your head
Your cheek lying against me
Your hand wrapped around one of my legs
Watch as you inhale deeply
Your eyes closing
The firelight sends shadows over your face
Where it rests close to the junction of my thighs
I see your smile reflected back at me
Your eyes meeting mine in the mirror
Just before you bring up one hand and spread me open
My moist tender flesh exposed to both of us
Then you turn your head back again
And nuzzle me in that tender spot
I bite my lip
A moan falling from my lips
A gasp quickly following as you use your tongue on me
More shocks
Now spreading from my core outward
My body trembling slightly
Feeling your mouth against me
Your slick tongue moving over me
My body rewarding you with a fall of dew
Then watching your head tilt back
Your mouth pressing firmly to my flesh
I moan your name
I feel your pleasure emanating from you
Your satisfaction in pleasing me
As the firelight highlights our images
Your hand moves
One finger pressing slowly into me
My muscles contract in response
As your finger swirls within me
And your tongue swirls without
Unable to prevent myself
My eyes close
My whole being centered on the sensations you create within me
Feeling them sweep through me
Take over my existence
I cry out
Pleasure followed by bliss
Joy then contentment
As I collapse in your arms
Spent from your loving
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