A little slice of Heaven
Heaven is…
…when we lie together on the couch, spooned, your arm is my pillow and you tuck my butt firmly against your crotch. I nestle it in, pressing, so I can feel the twitches of your cock as it involuntarily responds to the familiar feel of pelvis against pelvis.
Your free hand begins to roam, light, gentle, feathery fingertips, your arm able to reach me from head to knee and back up, flowing over my breast. And in this way you stroke slowly, petting me. I smile lazily as gooseflesh follows your fingers explorations on my skin. I begin to drift, closing out noises and surroundings, losing myself in your touch, my eyelids droop, my body relaxes, until it lays limp in your arms. Every nerve subdued, quiet, and still you caress, skimming over me, and I am melted.
Without warning or hint, your fingertips pause at my nipple and with sudden fierceness you capture it and squeeze, hard, fingers seeking to meet each other in spite of the nipple-flesh trapped between them. The unexpected shift in sensation startles my sleepy nerves awake, my eyes fly open and the air is whooshed from my lungs on a soft, uncontrollable moan. I start to curl inward and just as suddenly as you struck, you relent. And the electric arc of pain shoots from my nipple to my clit and stops there, hammering a heartbeat of arousal.
I twitch, and groan, arching my back, baring my breast, silently pleading for more and your only response a deep, throaty chuckle and once again, your hands begin that slow, lazy journey across my body. For a time, I’m wary, hitching a breath when your hands near my nipple, waiting, anticipating. But you fool me with sweet fingertips, lulling me back into drifting and melting and my eyelids droop, my body relaxes, until it lays limp in your arms. And without warning or hint, your fingertips pause at my nipple…
And in this way, we dance.
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Uncategorized | kaya | 
Wednesday January 18th, 2006 12:22pm
Damnit woman, I think I just came!
I really didn’t need to read that right now!
magdala~
My master: I do that to you too. Is that a little slice of heaven for you?
Me: Mmmmm, it’s a *big* little slice of heaven, sir.
My master: So when we go to Heaven, will those be God’s fingers pinching your nipples?
Me: If there’s a God in Heaven, sir, those will still be *your* fingers on my nipples.
My master: You’re right, let God get his own girl, you’re mine forever.
Me: Yes, Master. Excursion bus to Heaven now boarding, sir, here’s your ticket, two nipples, no waiting…
My master: *letting his fingers do the talking*
Me: Ooooh, Master, that’s Heaven…
(Beautiful dance, darling, thanks for letting us take a turn on the dance floor.)
ok, dammit, I am finally going to break down and ask – where do you get your wonderful images??
Where?
Hi pure blue, I ‘m not sure if you meant me or kaya, but for me, I just write what I know. (I think kaya does too…?)
Re: Where?
yes, babes I did mean you, but oops, I didn’t make myself clear … i was referring to the wonderful pictures you use …
Re: Where?
Oh, *those* images! My adorable slavesisters Angel and Bella found most of them for me, in various dark corners of the web, not even sure where they all came from. I think there are LJ folks who just make ‘em and post ‘em for all to use; maybe an LJ interest search on icons would find ‘em? My master found me the first couple of icons I started the journal with. Bella sent me today’s white dress, beating-heart icon. My friend feral rabbit made me the two black-and-white icons of the bound and gagged girl, from a John Willie photo. It’s nice to change ‘em up to suit my mood, a sort of mood-icon thing, though most of my moods seem to be *pink* these days…
Re: Where?
Thank you sugar … I seem to be doing the same thing, finding different ones to suit my moods …
lol and I promise, I won’t use any of yours here
Doing that must be in the “Masters Handbook”
Master does it all the time.(He loves to do this in the middle of a conversation) i am driving or just sitting and He reaches over, real sweet like, rubs lightly over my nipple. They, of course, JUMP to attention, (mental note to start training nipples to stay down) and then, out of nowhere, BAM!! He starts squeezing, pinching, twisting. Like you, this goes straight to my clit (another mental note to start training clit to stay down also).
He also does this squeeze/release/squeeze thing that drives me wild. i can, and have, cum just from that. THEN, right when He knows that i am wet and right there, on the edge, ready to explode…………..
HE STOPS!!!! And then picks the conversation, while i am trying to breath normally again, and acts like nothing has happened.
Damn His sweet, sexy, sadistic ass!!!
…when we lie together on the couch, spooned, your arm is my pillow and you tuck my butt firmly against your crotch. I nestle it in, pressing, so I can feel the twitches of your cock as it involuntarily responds to the familiar feel of pelvis against pelvis.
you worded it much more beautifully than I, but that is my most favorite too.
kaya!! stop watching that webcam you have turned on in our bedroom!!
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you didn’t? ……. you haven’t got a webcam set up in our bedroom? ……. oh.
um. well. um. okay. still described us to a T, last night.. *grins*.. gorgeous, isn’t it? although last night, was so bittersweet; cuddling like that, tinged with sadness on both our parts.. *smiles*.. often, my butt cheeks will be twitching, for every twitch his cock makes, my buttcheeks squeeze in reply, his cock getting stiffer and harder all the while, while i smile into the darkness.
a little slice of heaven, indeed.. *smiles and hugggggggggsss tight*
keth
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