blackmagicjack1
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This is really my attempt at writing for public consumption. Just felt like writing. So tell me what you think. I am aware that there are some grammatical errors, but I'm hoping I captured a certain feeling. Oh yes, the disclaimer: No animals were harmed, no real people are part of this story, simply the imaginings of someone who should sleep more
An Early Christmas Surprise
She walked down the hallway coming to apartment 22C, her home. Trying the doorknob, while searching her purse for keys with the other hand, she realized the door was unlocked. Her brows furrowed and her breath quickened with anxiety. Deciding to enter the apartment, she pushed the door open. She walked into the entryway, dropping her purse on the floor beside the door. Pushing the door closed behind her, she listened intently but heard nothing but street noises from the window. Her only source of light was the lights from outside the apartment windows and the flashing reds and greens from the Christmas tree. She hesitated for a moment, and then smiled to herself, striding into the living room. She looked about while casually taking her jacket off and tossed it onto the couch. Seeing nothing out of the ordinary beside the Christmas lights that she swore had been off when she left, she sighed disappointedly. Maybe tonight was not the night. But wait it was to be a surprise; just maybe. She twirled around and headed for the bedroom, flinging the door open as if she was child looking for presents. Nothing was there. She walked into the room, sitting herself on the end of the bed and undoing the straps to her high-heeled shoes. A slight chill ran up her spine, was she being watched? Casting her eyes about, the closet doors began to look ominous to her. She took a steadying breath, a light flutter of excitement in her stomach beginning. Kicking her shoes off, so that they hit against the closet door, she waited. Nothing happened. She went to the closet door and slowly opened it. All she was greeted with was some very stylish skirts and dresses. Letting out a slow breath and trying not to become depressed with her let down she headed for the kitchen. In the kitchen she poured herself a glass of wine, and slowly sipped the ruby liquid while periodically licking her lips. Well maybe tomorrow she thought heading towards the living room to watch television. Just as she entered the living room, she noticed the Christmas lights were off. What was that about? Taking a few more steps towards the tree to investigate, she was suddenly grabbed from behind by thick hairy arms. She gasped in surprise, her wine glass slipping from her fingers, the ludicrous thought of what a stain the contents of the glass would make upon the floor. How could she have been so careless, unlocked door did not necessarily mean that her expected guest was in attendance. Panic welled up inside her, as she was quickly carried to the couch and pushed harshly into its deep plush cushions. The man simply growled into her ear, sitting upon her buttocks and holding her arms outstretched with one hand, the other controlling her head so she could not face him. She struggled in vain, her breathing becoming difficult with the inescapable feeling of helplessness. No, no she thought, not this. Her arms were then pulled back, so that her hands were against her head, freeing the man’s right hand, which he casually ran up her leg, under her skirt, and then to her thigh. A whimper escaped her. Then with a shock that transcended her terror in fact transferring it to relief, a sensation ran through her whole body starting where her hip and thigh met. She squealed in surprise, then the beginning of the sensation wave started in her belly, slowly building until a giggle escaped her lips, then full laughter erupted. Not being able to move her body where the wicked sensation was coming from she squirmed and kicked her feet in violent protest. Growling again, the man repositioned himself so that he was straddling the round globes of her derrière and release her arms, mercilessly shoving his hands her ribs just in line with her breasts. Allowed to move her head, she twisted it so she could breathe; yet she began to laugh harder. She realized though her situation had changed, she was just as helpless as before. But this time instead of feeling fear, she felt excitement. Her pulse quickened, breathing was erratic, and a warm flush began to spread about her body. Still squirming with the sensations that coursed through her body, she barely noticed when her blouse was yanked from her body, and thrown into the Christmas tree hanging there as some kind of testament, or maybe just an odd pirate flag. Hands then moved to just beneath her breasts, and quickly kneaded the flesh beneath them. At this point her breathing was difficult yet she could not stop herself from producing a few squeals before silent laughter overtook her. She was so excited, but out of breath, she did not know what she wanted more; for the maddening sensations to cease or for her bra to be removed as it had become quite uncomfortable. Then she felt a new sensation as little waves of pleasure swept her body. A very large hand was slowly teasingly massaging her left breast, and she felt the release of pressure from her chest as her bra was released, freeing her. The man’s right hand then slowly inched it way back to her other breast, causing her to giggle until it reached its destination. Then it slid under the cup, caressing the ample flesh that revealed itself. She barely heard a thick voice mutter just couldn’t help myself. She grinned for just a moment, felt the bra pulled from beneath her, and then suddenly hands dug into her armpits sending her back into the delirium that robbed her of all self-control, but she so loved. Laughter with intermittent squeals filled the room with sweet music, as she flailed about trying to free herself. But the man was as stone, and continued his attack to her lovely armpits. Once again the feeling of excitement filled her, as well as certain building tension. She continued to writhe against the couch, fueling the building frustration within. She started to beg, without even realizing the words were escaping her lips. Not for the ruthless torment to stop, but for satisfaction of a different nature. The man laughed, jumped off of her in one fluid move, and picked her up in his arms. Cradling her, he bent his head to her ear and whispered something into her ear. A quiet moan escaped her at his words, and she licked her lips as he carried her into the bedroom.
*** To Be Continued ***
With a shrug of his arms he tossed her upon the bed. She stretched herself out on the bed, then with an impish grin she tried to scramble to her feet. But he was upon her in a flash, grabbing her arms pushing her back on the bed. He gave her a fierce kiss on the lips, and laughed while straddling her across the hips. Giving her a sly wink he transferred his hands to her belly and began to viciously knead the flesh there. She bit her lips trying to resist the giggles that were threatening to come forth, but this made only matters worse. She felt like she was going to burst forth in laughter, but held on determinedly. Then he started to gently nibble on her right nipple, and all was lost. She gasped, and then laughed as she never had laughed before. No neighbors were sleeping tonight if they were home. She bucked wildly, causing him to desist in tasting her sweet teat. Continuing the onslaught on her belly, he moved left hand up to tickle just beneath her breast. This continued for what seemed hours, until she was gasping for breath and her voice was mute from hoarseness. Nodding in satisfaction, the man stopped his attack upon her flushed body. He got up off her and stat on the edge of the bed beside her, beginning to stroke her hair. Using the interim to catch her breath, she realized how aroused she was. She glanced up into his dark eyes looking for a sign that the night’s activities were about to make a change. Smiling down at her, he shook his head no. Blinking in surprise, she wondered how he could have read her mind. Gently taking her wrist in his hand, he pulled for a black velvet cord from beneath the bed. With a deft move he looped it around her wrist. He then leaned across her, pinning her to the bed and grabbed another cord, with which he secured her other hand. She walked him intently as he got off the bed and went to her feet. Shaking her head no as he sat down at the base of the bed. Flashing a grin at her, he took her ankle in a firm grip. She felt his finger draw smooth stroke up her arch. A yip escaped her in surprise at the sensation this caused. She knew she was in trouble and then began. His fingers danced across the sole of her foot, causing her once again to burst forth in her sweet music of giggles and squeals. She twisted and pulled trying to fear herself from his merciless grasp to no avail. He began to run his fingers between her toes sending her into another set of hysterics. Still struggling hiccups began to issue forth from her between laughter. Slowly easing up and then stop all together, he then began to run his tongue along her foot. Her laughter was replaced with what could only be called sniggers. He then began to suck her toes and slowly massaged her foot. Sighing with pleasure she started to wiggle her bottom against the bed. She gasped as his hand ran up her thigh, firmly squeezing the inside of it. As he continued pleasuring her foot, he lightly tickled the inner part of her thigh. It was like a flame ignited within her, and she demanded that he take her then and there. Chuckling, he nibbled on her foot, eliciting a few giggles from her, and then dropped her foot on the bed. She looked up pleadingly into his eyes. He growled at her, and then leaned over her letting his finger rest on the top of her panties. Her lips broke into a wide grin. Then he slowly withdrew, running his hands first down hips, then her thighs, and finally to her ankles. Then suddenly she felt to pieces of cloth pull snug around her ankles. She was now spread eagled upon the bed. No, not more she thought. Watching him move to the dresser, she saw him open the draw and pull out a small object from within. He came back over to the bed and sat down. Displaying the object to her, her eyes widened partially in fear partially in lust. What he held was small stiff feather of about three inches in length. With a questioning raise of his eyebrows, he ran the feather down her left ear and neck. Giggling she scrunched her head up against her neck, trying to fend off the insidious attack. He smiled, and shrugged, moving the feather down to her soft luscious breasts. Running the feather along the outside of her breasts, she felt her nipples grow stiffer wondering if that was possible. Seeing that this was only exciting her and not causing laughter, he moved the instrument down to her navel. Her eyes began to twitch as she felt little waves move along her belly, with suddenly erupting into full guffaws as the feather entered her belly button. Smiling in satisfaction as she laughed merrily, he bent his mouth down to the inside of her throat. Her face grew flush with this new attention. After awhile he moved his mouth to her left armpit and began to stroke the inside of it with his tongue. Her laughter rose in pitch and became even wilder. She thought she was in heaven and hell. Wanting it to last forever but fearing she might go insane if it continued. She was dimly aware of the fire building between her legs. Realizing that her voice was growing hoarse again, the man stopped tickling her with the feather, and began kissing his way to navel, stopping for a while to savor her erect nipples. Once he got down to her navel, he lavished gentle attention to this area with his tongue, producing giggles from his prey. Stopping he looked up to meet her eyes, champed his teeth at her, and then began using the feather to stroke the inside of her thighs. He would slowly move the feather up along her panties, and stroke along them, and then move it away. She giggled lightly and squirmed uncontrollably as the feather moved along her panties. Licking her lips, she was about to ask for mercy, when all reason left her. Continuing his tickling of her thighs, he had placed the palm of his hand between her legs and with firm gentle pressure was stroking her. She could no longer giggle, and after a short whimper began to moan in ecstasy. Just after minutes of this attention, she arched her back, squealing in delight. Wave after wave of delicious pleasure assaulted her body, soon leaving her limp and quite satisfied. Withdrawing his hand from her, he unbound her feet. He then went and unbound her arms, kissing her on the forehead in passing. Looking down at her, she returned his gaze, then with an impish grin leaped into arms wrapping her legs around his waist. “That was beautiful lover”, she said. “Tomorrow night I get to have my fun,” he replied. Nibbling on his ear, she whispered, “Why wait till tomorrow”.
An Early Christmas Surprise
She walked down the hallway coming to apartment 22C, her home. Trying the doorknob, while searching her purse for keys with the other hand, she realized the door was unlocked. Her brows furrowed and her breath quickened with anxiety. Deciding to enter the apartment, she pushed the door open. She walked into the entryway, dropping her purse on the floor beside the door. Pushing the door closed behind her, she listened intently but heard nothing but street noises from the window. Her only source of light was the lights from outside the apartment windows and the flashing reds and greens from the Christmas tree. She hesitated for a moment, and then smiled to herself, striding into the living room. She looked about while casually taking her jacket off and tossed it onto the couch. Seeing nothing out of the ordinary beside the Christmas lights that she swore had been off when she left, she sighed disappointedly. Maybe tonight was not the night. But wait it was to be a surprise; just maybe. She twirled around and headed for the bedroom, flinging the door open as if she was child looking for presents. Nothing was there. She walked into the room, sitting herself on the end of the bed and undoing the straps to her high-heeled shoes. A slight chill ran up her spine, was she being watched? Casting her eyes about, the closet doors began to look ominous to her. She took a steadying breath, a light flutter of excitement in her stomach beginning. Kicking her shoes off, so that they hit against the closet door, she waited. Nothing happened. She went to the closet door and slowly opened it. All she was greeted with was some very stylish skirts and dresses. Letting out a slow breath and trying not to become depressed with her let down she headed for the kitchen. In the kitchen she poured herself a glass of wine, and slowly sipped the ruby liquid while periodically licking her lips. Well maybe tomorrow she thought heading towards the living room to watch television. Just as she entered the living room, she noticed the Christmas lights were off. What was that about? Taking a few more steps towards the tree to investigate, she was suddenly grabbed from behind by thick hairy arms. She gasped in surprise, her wine glass slipping from her fingers, the ludicrous thought of what a stain the contents of the glass would make upon the floor. How could she have been so careless, unlocked door did not necessarily mean that her expected guest was in attendance. Panic welled up inside her, as she was quickly carried to the couch and pushed harshly into its deep plush cushions. The man simply growled into her ear, sitting upon her buttocks and holding her arms outstretched with one hand, the other controlling her head so she could not face him. She struggled in vain, her breathing becoming difficult with the inescapable feeling of helplessness. No, no she thought, not this. Her arms were then pulled back, so that her hands were against her head, freeing the man’s right hand, which he casually ran up her leg, under her skirt, and then to her thigh. A whimper escaped her. Then with a shock that transcended her terror in fact transferring it to relief, a sensation ran through her whole body starting where her hip and thigh met. She squealed in surprise, then the beginning of the sensation wave started in her belly, slowly building until a giggle escaped her lips, then full laughter erupted. Not being able to move her body where the wicked sensation was coming from she squirmed and kicked her feet in violent protest. Growling again, the man repositioned himself so that he was straddling the round globes of her derrière and release her arms, mercilessly shoving his hands her ribs just in line with her breasts. Allowed to move her head, she twisted it so she could breathe; yet she began to laugh harder. She realized though her situation had changed, she was just as helpless as before. But this time instead of feeling fear, she felt excitement. Her pulse quickened, breathing was erratic, and a warm flush began to spread about her body. Still squirming with the sensations that coursed through her body, she barely noticed when her blouse was yanked from her body, and thrown into the Christmas tree hanging there as some kind of testament, or maybe just an odd pirate flag. Hands then moved to just beneath her breasts, and quickly kneaded the flesh beneath them. At this point her breathing was difficult yet she could not stop herself from producing a few squeals before silent laughter overtook her. She was so excited, but out of breath, she did not know what she wanted more; for the maddening sensations to cease or for her bra to be removed as it had become quite uncomfortable. Then she felt a new sensation as little waves of pleasure swept her body. A very large hand was slowly teasingly massaging her left breast, and she felt the release of pressure from her chest as her bra was released, freeing her. The man’s right hand then slowly inched it way back to her other breast, causing her to giggle until it reached its destination. Then it slid under the cup, caressing the ample flesh that revealed itself. She barely heard a thick voice mutter just couldn’t help myself. She grinned for just a moment, felt the bra pulled from beneath her, and then suddenly hands dug into her armpits sending her back into the delirium that robbed her of all self-control, but she so loved. Laughter with intermittent squeals filled the room with sweet music, as she flailed about trying to free herself. But the man was as stone, and continued his attack to her lovely armpits. Once again the feeling of excitement filled her, as well as certain building tension. She continued to writhe against the couch, fueling the building frustration within. She started to beg, without even realizing the words were escaping her lips. Not for the ruthless torment to stop, but for satisfaction of a different nature. The man laughed, jumped off of her in one fluid move, and picked her up in his arms. Cradling her, he bent his head to her ear and whispered something into her ear. A quiet moan escaped her at his words, and she licked her lips as he carried her into the bedroom.
*** To Be Continued ***
With a shrug of his arms he tossed her upon the bed. She stretched herself out on the bed, then with an impish grin she tried to scramble to her feet. But he was upon her in a flash, grabbing her arms pushing her back on the bed. He gave her a fierce kiss on the lips, and laughed while straddling her across the hips. Giving her a sly wink he transferred his hands to her belly and began to viciously knead the flesh there. She bit her lips trying to resist the giggles that were threatening to come forth, but this made only matters worse. She felt like she was going to burst forth in laughter, but held on determinedly. Then he started to gently nibble on her right nipple, and all was lost. She gasped, and then laughed as she never had laughed before. No neighbors were sleeping tonight if they were home. She bucked wildly, causing him to desist in tasting her sweet teat. Continuing the onslaught on her belly, he moved left hand up to tickle just beneath her breast. This continued for what seemed hours, until she was gasping for breath and her voice was mute from hoarseness. Nodding in satisfaction, the man stopped his attack upon her flushed body. He got up off her and stat on the edge of the bed beside her, beginning to stroke her hair. Using the interim to catch her breath, she realized how aroused she was. She glanced up into his dark eyes looking for a sign that the night’s activities were about to make a change. Smiling down at her, he shook his head no. Blinking in surprise, she wondered how he could have read her mind. Gently taking her wrist in his hand, he pulled for a black velvet cord from beneath the bed. With a deft move he looped it around her wrist. He then leaned across her, pinning her to the bed and grabbed another cord, with which he secured her other hand. She walked him intently as he got off the bed and went to her feet. Shaking her head no as he sat down at the base of the bed. Flashing a grin at her, he took her ankle in a firm grip. She felt his finger draw smooth stroke up her arch. A yip escaped her in surprise at the sensation this caused. She knew she was in trouble and then began. His fingers danced across the sole of her foot, causing her once again to burst forth in her sweet music of giggles and squeals. She twisted and pulled trying to fear herself from his merciless grasp to no avail. He began to run his fingers between her toes sending her into another set of hysterics. Still struggling hiccups began to issue forth from her between laughter. Slowly easing up and then stop all together, he then began to run his tongue along her foot. Her laughter was replaced with what could only be called sniggers. He then began to suck her toes and slowly massaged her foot. Sighing with pleasure she started to wiggle her bottom against the bed. She gasped as his hand ran up her thigh, firmly squeezing the inside of it. As he continued pleasuring her foot, he lightly tickled the inner part of her thigh. It was like a flame ignited within her, and she demanded that he take her then and there. Chuckling, he nibbled on her foot, eliciting a few giggles from her, and then dropped her foot on the bed. She looked up pleadingly into his eyes. He growled at her, and then leaned over her letting his finger rest on the top of her panties. Her lips broke into a wide grin. Then he slowly withdrew, running his hands first down hips, then her thighs, and finally to her ankles. Then suddenly she felt to pieces of cloth pull snug around her ankles. She was now spread eagled upon the bed. No, not more she thought. Watching him move to the dresser, she saw him open the draw and pull out a small object from within. He came back over to the bed and sat down. Displaying the object to her, her eyes widened partially in fear partially in lust. What he held was small stiff feather of about three inches in length. With a questioning raise of his eyebrows, he ran the feather down her left ear and neck. Giggling she scrunched her head up against her neck, trying to fend off the insidious attack. He smiled, and shrugged, moving the feather down to her soft luscious breasts. Running the feather along the outside of her breasts, she felt her nipples grow stiffer wondering if that was possible. Seeing that this was only exciting her and not causing laughter, he moved the instrument down to her navel. Her eyes began to twitch as she felt little waves move along her belly, with suddenly erupting into full guffaws as the feather entered her belly button. Smiling in satisfaction as she laughed merrily, he bent his mouth down to the inside of her throat. Her face grew flush with this new attention. After awhile he moved his mouth to her left armpit and began to stroke the inside of it with his tongue. Her laughter rose in pitch and became even wilder. She thought she was in heaven and hell. Wanting it to last forever but fearing she might go insane if it continued. She was dimly aware of the fire building between her legs. Realizing that her voice was growing hoarse again, the man stopped tickling her with the feather, and began kissing his way to navel, stopping for a while to savor her erect nipples. Once he got down to her navel, he lavished gentle attention to this area with his tongue, producing giggles from his prey. Stopping he looked up to meet her eyes, champed his teeth at her, and then began using the feather to stroke the inside of her thighs. He would slowly move the feather up along her panties, and stroke along them, and then move it away. She giggled lightly and squirmed uncontrollably as the feather moved along her panties. Licking her lips, she was about to ask for mercy, when all reason left her. Continuing his tickling of her thighs, he had placed the palm of his hand between her legs and with firm gentle pressure was stroking her. She could no longer giggle, and after a short whimper began to moan in ecstasy. Just after minutes of this attention, she arched her back, squealing in delight. Wave after wave of delicious pleasure assaulted her body, soon leaving her limp and quite satisfied. Withdrawing his hand from her, he unbound her feet. He then went and unbound her arms, kissing her on the forehead in passing. Looking down at her, she returned his gaze, then with an impish grin leaped into arms wrapping her legs around his waist. “That was beautiful lover”, she said. “Tomorrow night I get to have my fun,” he replied. Nibbling on his ear, she whispered, “Why wait till tomorrow”.
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