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Wednesday, February 22, 2017

Ever Note (Chapter 6, Willpower Vs. Neediness)

“Goddamn!”

This shouts into the circular room with walls and flooring of solid Palo Santo, better known as Holy Wood. Upon the floor, there is etched an accurate representation of all the constellations surrounding the Earth. The entire space is scented with the sweetness of Myrrh, Frankincense, and Palo Santo oil. The room itself is dark, with the exception of eight handmade beeswax candles in the colors of two dark blue, two intense yellow, two shimmering silver, and two lavender ones. These are held within eight Holy Wood candelabrums adorning the walls to mark the points of the compass. Then at these exact points of the compass, there is upon the floor eight spherical metal half basins that are no bigger than a soup bowl. The Eight basins are a simplistic design crafted from one of the eight noble metals, the metals of ruthenium, rhodium, palladium, silver, osmium, iridium, platinum, and gold. It is whispered by some learned scholars that such metals possess properties useful to Neo Alchemistic science. And on this night the bowls are filled to the brim with purified spring water. Holy water; water that reflects the glowing of the full moon that shines through the glass domed ceiling that allows the sky to be a vision to feast upon when in the room. A spectacle indeed, a manifestation of a sacred place for it reeks of the power of mysticism and the surreal.

“Goddamn! Goddamn! Goddamn!” Is repeatedly shouted with it bouncing off the walls until it somehow brings a calming effect. But then just as suddenly there comes more anger with a screaming of, “Knocking, knocking on that door when I am making love to my wife. I will rip your heart out, whoever you are!” Arrives as unholy announce as a nude adult female completely drops from meditative trance to then raise her body off the floor before she is pacing toward the gothic style doorway. Upon doing so she thrust her left hand forward to unlatch the locks before swinging the door open to face whoever has the nerve to interrupt the lovemaking session.

“Pardon me, Mistress, pardon Sari.” Begs a kneeling young East Indian female dressed in a white t-shirt dress of cotton while humbly existing a few feet from the threshold of the open door.

“You worthless imp, you dare interfere in my pleasure. You deserve..” comes as the blond of five foot ten stares down at a trembling submissive woman who is often very childlike.

“I deserve punishment, Mistress. But I beg that you not for you requested to know if Master Mc Knyght sends anything.” Is a wrong response for interruption is not ever permitted but it seems allowed this time, so it continues, “You said all hours and under every circumstance, for he is sending you important books.”

“Uhm” is heard in an irritated ponderous tone after a long silence. In that silence, the blond woman realizes that no one is having a heart ripped out. Thus, the frustration of losing connection with Beauty is even more infuriating now that she cannot release the pent up anger or her sexual arousal that should be dealt with in the sacred room.

“Uhm!” Comes in another growl from the woman of gray eyes as she reaches for the door before walking into the hallway that leads to a stairwell. She grips the latch in closing the door to the sacred sanctuary to then stride past the kneeling submissive. With doing so the beautiful platinum blond declares to the kneeling woman. “Take the books to the study-office. Set them on my desk. Bring green tea with a meal of passion fruit, a banana and the almonds that you shelled today. I require energy for reading for the casting of soul trance leaves me tired.”

During the following twenty minutes, the woman of gray eyes walks from the east wing tower of the house to make way for the bedroom on the second floor. It exists as a luxurious master bedroom within a modern mansion that seems built of ancient gray stone. Yet, it is not truly ancient but she is truthfully visibly tired striding down the steps to the second floor. Then coming to the landing she journeys to the west wing of the main house. Thus, a sigh slips from within as she nonchalantly enters her master bedroom before then unceremoniously wrapping her nude body in a black silk robe of oriental design. This brings another sigh that sounds disheartened. In doing that she turns to gaze out one of the two windows in the room while whispering. “One day, one day, I will know who you are. I will know in this lifetime, Beauty. I seek. I have done so all my life.”

Then with turning away from the window, a window that possesses a sight of a gleaming silver moon dying in the sky, there is assertively spoken, “The universe won’t allow us to tell each other in the soul trance dreams but I will find a way. I will have you as a mortal in this lifetime!”

This being said may be received as a ‘love note’ spoken, spoken to a woman who cannot hear it. Spoke to a woman that the platinum blond female has had dreams of during all of her life. It might be considered a loving notation to mark a need too. Yet, the truth is those ideas but it is more. In fact, in ways, it is a forewarning to the universe. It is a declaration that no power is stronger than this woman`s willpower. It is saying that bond that is part of this thirty-seven-year-old American woman of deep Jewish and Nordic history outweighs all things. So, with making these statements, to the energy that binds the universe, those gray eyes closes to then mentally beseech the universe to be allowed to hold her soulmate in this lifetime.
Opening those eyes has the proceeding moments of her walking the flight of spiral stairs to the first floor of her mansion. Once there she strolls onward to her study-office in the lower east wing that is the bottom portion of the massive stone tower. Entering the room she leaves the already unlocked double doors open. Striding inside has her eyes gaze upon the large glass desk with its black leather swivel chair and the glass table that set the east side of the room, this is the heart side of this elegantly decorated enormous space.

It is a room walled with bookshelves filled with countless books, endless bookshelves made of gray stone. It has scarlet colored velvet draperies that position at the junction of the each new shelving unit that circles the room. These pull across to have the shelving clandestine when needed but most days these are parted to be tied with sashes of scarlet velvet ropes. Such is lovely and it notes her need of acquiring boundless varieties of knowledge that are ancient and modern, while she also collects music in various forms too.

Quite a room indeed, oh yes. Especially with its vaulted mirrored ceiling and twelve small modern crystal chandeliers. These illuminate everywhere to beam down before easily bouncing off the polished gray stone floor. A basic floor covered by three extra large handcrafted India rugs. These three multi-colored rugs, made of all shades of reds, do note that the room is a Scorpio`s space. Oh yes, our lady has the astrological sign of Scorpio. Indeed she is that. Thus, it’s a place of fiery passion with a small stone fireplace that comes adored by a Holy Wood mantel. This beautiful piece of stoneworking is surrounded by five well placed replicated Louis the XV furnishings that include three Bergere Provincial Fauteuil armchairs located in line on the east side of the hearth. To the west side of the ornate stone fireplace exists a similarly styled loveseat and in between these seats is a marquetry-bronze style coffee table. All of which rests upon one those India rugs. Hence a beautifully elegant tower room and it provides a hominess within luxurious comfort too.

Now, if that all is a bit wow, then the black Steinway Spirio, Model M Studio Grand piano to the soul side of the room, the west side is most certainly a welcome sight. Because it is merely a piano, a big ole piano; a pretty instrument of the musical soul with its lovely bench and the audio system that links to the recording studio in the basement. Next to this is a collection of modern and unusual concert violins that are perched on freestanding metal pedestals. A musicians room indeed, a room of intimate concerts and of her work, but a place where the soul soars above the heavens.

It shows that this woman exists here, that she loves this room and it`s sanctuary just as is the above secret room is too. All of it displays that she is a lady of intellectual pursuits, of intense soulful life and a woman birthed into a family of great wealth with its unassuming power. Hence this lady is a female of the music industry, an accomplished musician and a person who believes in dedicated work twenty-four hours of any day. Additionally, it must be noted that she is single with no progeny for her lifestyle wishes to hold no bonds to anything requiring care. At least no responsibly of children until she has her soul`s mate in her arms. Then when she has found that woman then this feminine lesbian of open life and BDSM may finally wish for a family. Maybe then her lifestyle may change.

But then again she has a family; it exists even outside her extended family of aunts, uncles, and cousins. No, she has no siblings for she is an only child but there are Sari, Samson, Isa, and Anu. These are her submissives that additionally serve as household staff. They serve whatever she requires whenever it is needed. However, Samson and Anu do not participate in sex with her for they are males. True, Sari and Isa do for they are specially selected females that are primarily housekeepers and sex slaves.

And it is that thought of needing one of them that this woman`s barely restrained horniness comes flowing stronger in her body. Oh yes, aroused, deeply so. She didn’t get to enjoy Beauty, at least not in the ways that she craved to do. Usually, during the soul trance dream, she does have at least one orgasm but most often it is more. Even then she always spends the following hour masturbating in the room while being surrounded by the sensations that are the connection with Beauty. Thus, one of the two female submissives must serve her growing sexual need, and they need do it soon too.

With a deep breath, the blond woman hears the footfalls of Sari. The twenty-something East Indian holds a humble stance within her walking into the room. She is lovely to watch for the younger woman exists as a perfect submissive that comes well trained but she is still so young in her soul and her actions. Yet, as Sari stands beside her Dominant she reverently voices, “Mistress, your meal is served. The book package is upon the desk`s top. I am placing your food tray there as well.”

Then the young one waits while the lady of gray eyes walks toward the desk. Then with this woman coming to stand behind the glass desk, she sits upon the black leather swivel chair. As she does so Sari follows for she is holding the serving tray of fruit and tea that exist in white porcelain dishware. All of which is soon placed on an open space on the desk. This next allows Sari to meekly ask permission for what she knows is a sheer pleasure. Why is sexually serving a pleasure? Well, because for the past seven years Sari has slowly fallen in love with this woman who literally owns her. Hence, Sari is very aware of what is to be done. Therefore, she softly queries, ”May I please taste you? ”

Sari then continues her request by proofing that she understands what she did by interrupting the soul trance dream. “It is a sin to take you from Beauty. Please use me, use me to fill the needs. I am inadequate but I swear that I will give my best to you, my Mistress.”

Without a word or a need for a command, Sari falls to her knees before crawling under the desk to find a place in front of the legs of her Dominant. Then she waits as the woman of gray eyes opens the parcel. In doing so she finds a letter and begins reading aloud.

“To Quinn Asher. You requested these. You said that if I ever found them during my travels then you want them. I did find. They were in the company of a mutual spiritualist friend. As you know he passed away two weeks ago. I attended his funeral as did you but you didn’t wait for the estate settlement. These are the bequests that he demands that you keep until your death. He apologizes for not revealing that he was the one owning the things that you do so prize as a part of your book collection. But he thinks that you do understand why he had to. And the accompanying letter does explain.” Then the note ends with, “Delivered by your fellow Ascended Mystic, W. McKynght. Blessings to you, Beautiful.”

As it is read there is a reaching for the other document that is part of the parcel of a bequest. She reads it aloud after placing the other letter on the desk and as she does so Sari brushes against her legs in wanting to please her Mistress, yet Quinn only takes to reading. “Dearest Quinlan. The power that you desire is dangerous. Treat these as the most destructive element in existence. Opening either book will make your soul bound to them until your death. Do not open if you are not ready for a life of true spiritual service. Do not open if you can`t relent your very soul to love only the book and the Creator. Sincerely, Abe Hashanah, Chef Cleric of the Ascended Mystic.”

“Uhm!” is said in pondering the notes as Quinn`s ankles begin feeling Sari touching them. Once more Quinn is aware of how aroused her body is. Sexual need is within and her nudity waits under a mere silk robe. The fire is lessening but the craving has not. It grows more as she hears Sari breathing heavily within chanting, “Love is you, love is you. Love. Service is to only you. Service to you, service is you. Serving you.”

Next Quinn senses Sari`s warm palms tenderly holding her ankles while moving upward in worshipful motions as the chanting continues. Then as those hands come to the kneecaps Quinn looks down through the top of the glass desk to see a humble submissive beginning the ritual of orally pleasing her Dominant. This allows a solid purring hum to slip Quinn`s enticing red lips as she parts her own legs wide to allow full access. Then leaning back, against the chair, has her sexual energy fired higher with Quinn feeling the silk robe slipping from her legs to expose the hot well-shaven pussy that pulses in neediness. This brings the release of the notepaper in her hand as her arms spread wide in accepting that this is a spiritual moment. It is a sacred sexual moment between her and the servant at her feet. Therefore, it is respected and deeply felt.

“Love is you, love is you. Love. Service is to only you. Service to you, service is you. Serving you.”

And Sari`s hot breaths come to intensely play the smooth supple skin of Quinn’s pussy mound. It is followed by Sari`s lips tenderly kissing in devotion to allow her nose to take in the scent of her Domme`s arousal. It is breathing that has nostrils flare wide and breaths panting while Sari`s heart nearly pounds from her chest. Aroused, oh yes, Sari is and the wetness between her own thighs is wild in its heat. Hot, hellish heat that rips through her body bringing whimpers and this is accompanied by similar swimming from Quinn for the anticipation is intensely immense. Immense as she receives the service that she so needs.

“Slow, go slow.” Demand Quinn in near breathlessness as she continues to command, “Tease me nicely, Pet, do go slow. Please me with teasing until..”

The words catch in Quinn`s throat for Sari is more than happy to bring the play. Thus, her eager lips move to kiss tiny pieces of lust into Quinn`s skin. These kisses go down, down over the smooth flesh with worshipful pleasing. Pleasuring while playing on the outer rim of Quinn`s vaginal folds while ‘love’ is chanted.

Love it might be for Sari but with each new teasing kiss, the intensity grows to create Quinn to go wild with arousal. The building upon the already powerful sexual craving causes a seductive growling as her hands grip the edge of the glass desk. But then in midst of bliss Sari suddenly hesitates to then have the submissive breathing hot air over the entire beauty of Quinn`s pussy. This sends Quinn into overload with eyes rolling in closing and her teeth clenching in holding back an intense scream of orgasmic neediness.

She is on the borderline of being out of control but still, all is controlled and must be for she is a woman of control. This has to be for there is the requirement to push lust even higher. Hence, Quinn`s thighs tremble of the sensations that pour into her. This encourages Sari to continue due to her need to please. Even within that Sari secretly wishes to outdo her last session with her Mistress. Consequently, Sari plays a passionate succulent kiss to the very center of her Mistress`s moist fleshy folds. This spurs an impassioned lioness moan to erupt from Quinn that is followed by rumbling purring. Then in steamy breaths, Quinn makes an attempt to cool off from the growing fire. A fiery horny heat that is slowly consuming her but it can't be that until Quinn somehow can block out that Sari is pleasing her. There must be a mental blocking of it for Quinn wants it to be Beauty and not be a submissive Pet that sexually pleases her. But Quinn`s mind struggles in the bouncing between the reality of life and her true wishes, but in ways, her yearnings win. They do for she is a woman of high sexual appetite thus carnal pleasure must exist no matter of her heart’s wishes.

So as Sari’s tongue penetrates the depth of the moist canal the heat splashes out with the two sets of lips being drenched in the pleasure. Eating, devouring, sucking, and simply getting lost in the pursuit of pleasing has Sari gripping the arms the swivel chair. Her knuckles of white are seen and the fury of a submissive`s love possesses Sari. Her tongue joins the fray to mix with hot breaths and the scent of creaminess as her lips lay plunder in pushing out what is hoped to be an orgasm from her Mistress.

The next twenty or more minutes is intense with this. Quinn struggles to not want but she knows that her high sex drive demands pleasure. Hence, she must have it or it affects her music, her work in the family business, and her daily life. Yes indeed, a very sexual woman with the kinkiest needs and the lifestyle to prove it. And proving is what she is currently doing as the first orgasm screams from with her as she longs to be feeling that woman from soul trance dreams. But it isn`t Beauty and that is a sadness. Yet, she no longer can control the release or the feelings that fills her body. So, it`s creamy cum squirting into Sari`s eager mouth.

The natural high of the sensations brings peace, and euphoria mixed with a constant craving for more. So, it is not shocking to hear, “Don’t dare stop, slut. Don’t dare stop! More, more, serve me! My slut serves my needs. Feast on my pussy. Fuck me! More, tongue fuck me, use your teeth to bite me!” is growled in harsh demand and as Sari sinks her teeth into the softness of the pussy folds Quinn screams like a horny banshee.

And onward it goes for three more orgasms until Quinn is satiated by Sari. This makes a tired submissive but there is not a happier one, not ever. She has served, she has pleased and she cares not about anything more than doing that for Quinn at any moment in life. So within a warmth of caring Quinn reaches down between her thighs to stroke Sari`s long black hair in saying, “I care for you. You are my most treasured pleasure, a need and my prime submissive. Prized above all. Thank you, now go bathe and sleep. You have served and adored.”




Wednesday, February 1, 2017

Ever Note (Chapter 5, Lullabies Of Lust)

Within an hour Angelina is toweling off before then slipping beneath the Egyptian cotton bed sheets of her poster bed. It is a cradling in finery as she nestles snug under the sheets, as there is a reaching for the remote control device that controls the audio system across the room. With a click the sounds comes, the sound of Quinn Asher playing piano and singing songs from the CD titled, ‘Seeking My One.’

"Ah you, yum, that voice of peace and heavenly feelings. Rock me to sleep, Quinn. Rock me gently and take me to my Ever.” Comes the purring as Angelina closes her tired eyes.

The room is encompassed by blissfulness for the songs on the CD are melodies meant to call forth love and desire, romantic and powerfully seductive. Each one different with some being Asian tones, others are American Jazz, while others are western European, one is French and then there is her favorite that is Italian. But the last that she hears, as she drifts into sleep, is a very American English and modern Jazz tune.

‘My One.
My forever.
Ever to be mine for we are entwined throughout all of Time.
I come for you; I come because I am less without you.
Forever my one, forever my bleeding need is you.
You!
My One; you are my only truth for I must be one, one with you.

One with you, you feel me too.
You are one with me, and I seek you.
One with you, you need me too.
I am your One, are you seeking me too?

My One.
My forever.
I lay the gates open to you.
Open for you to pass through.
I have learned the ways of mystic truths and the knowledge to call only you.
Calling you into the realms where we now exist as love ever true.
Calling you with my soul that is filled with you.

One with you, you feel me too.
You are one with me, and I seek you.
One with you, you need me too.
I am your One, are you seeking me too?

Seeking me, me seeking you.
Needing us with our love ever true.

One with you, you feel me too.
You are one with me, and I seek you.
One with you, you need me too.
I am your One, are you seeking me too?

I seek you.
I am a seeker seeking my lover ever true.

One with you, you feel me too.
You are one with me, and I seek you.
One with you, you need me too.
I am your One, are you seeking me too?’

Sleep comes just as she hears the last verse of ‘Seek Her’. It is the course verse of the sensual romantic Jazz song. It is an invitation, a note to someone lucky enough to have the musician’s affections. This lulls Angelina into the realms of sleep. Pulling her into the peacefulness with soft seductive tones that carry her into reenergizing that mind that seems to never stop when awake. With such happening the body`s tension and its exhaustion play out into total relaxation as the comforts of the lovely quilt top mattress of the king sized poster bed provides a cradle. Along with this is a paradise amongst no less than eight pillows of feather sweet dreaminess. Lastly, to finish off the ensemble there lay a handmade quilt over her that comes embroidered with her favorite flowers, glorious velvety red tulips on a background of stunning ivory white. Red tulips that represent perfect love and her secret wish of finding the dream lover that she only knows as 'Ever'.

Oh yes, it`s ‘Sleeping Beauty’ amongst the serenade while upon an enchantment bed. A lovely haven of rest that in all truth is the second of the two demands that Angelina makes when there is moving into the house. Oh yes, it is a must of a new bed when she and the ex-hubby moved in prior to the divorce. It has to be for it is found that Jake Wayne is a boy of dirty treasonous deeds by fucking several women in their prior bed of marriage. That existed as discovery when she arrived home early from visiting family in Italy. Upon quietly entering the house she finds Jake with three prostitutes in their bed in the other house that they owned. Yes indeed, a very dirty bad boy and she felt it necessary that the bed is burned. Then again, he is lucky enough that her wild fury over finding his infidelity didn’t burn the house down with him in it.

A person now may wonder if our ‘Sleeping Beauty’ is a sexual woman. It may be a wishing to know if she has lost her sexual drive in her late thirties. It might come as a thought when noting that her ex-hubby regularly took to enjoying sex with others. That tends to be a misguided whispering in society when men cheat. Yet, such an assumption is clarified with an understanding that four orgasms easily flowed from Angelina during the bathing prior to sleeping. Hence, without reservation, it is fact that Angelina Ana Bombieri is a sexual woman. She definitely is. And such truths come when knowing that she maintains no less than three sessions of sexual self-pleasure every day. Add to it she is kinkier than most women, kinky in the ways of BDSM truths and a love of bondage with pain for pleasure. And that is sexiness when knowing that she is a dominant-submissive woman that does know her personal power. Indeed ‘Sleeping Beauty’ is yummy; she is delicious in endless ways if her chosen lover is game for it.

“Kneel, Beauty!” is the command as Angelina drifts into dreams after several hours of peaceful sleeping. “Come unto me, my beloved. Your Ever needs the pleasure of your soul entwined within mine. In mine, in here, in our realms.”

“Yes, my love, I serve thee.” Is worshipfully spoken by Angelina in the dream.

A dream consisting of a world of brilliant crystalline buildings, pristine nature and this house of love, an entire world of her and this female phantom is known as Ever. Dreaminess in many measures and pleasures. It is a place mythically built to please the senses and to entice into wishing to always exist within it. Thus, the nights that Angelina dreams about Ever brings the truths of a morning of wishing for just that.

“You are nude making you a very good girl. You always follow requests and maintain them. You have kept this one for over seven years. In July it will be seven years since you came to this realm, a world built for us.”

With this conveyance of noting an anniversary for them Ever extends her left hand that holds a black riding crop. She then taps both of Angelina’s delicate bare shoulders. “Let us see how strong and determined Beauty is. Let us see that." Comes solidly commanded to further demand, "You are going to hold me and tongue fuck me into two orgasms as you remain kneeling right there. But first, you will remove my leather panties by untying the strings with your teeth. Then I will straddle my left leg over your right shoulder while you hold me to please me.”

With this seductively instructed another tapping of the riding crop has the platinum blond female coldly declaring a forewarning. “Letting me fall brings no orgasm during your day tomorrow. Faltering in pleasing me gives you no orgasms for a week.”

As it`s spoken Angelina feels the soft leather tipped end of the riding crop under her chin as it begins forcing her to look upward in Ever`s sparkling gray eyes. “Do you understand, Beauty? Do you promise to serve this need?” She grimly queries as she furthers such with a sharp, “Answer me, and answer me now!”

“Yes.” Is humbly spoken. Only that for that is all that is permitted when such things are afoot betwixt them. Therefore, Angelina is a worthy submissive for her Dominant lover.

“Good girl, very good. Now show me your naughty tongue. Stick it out to lick the back of this hand!” Comes growled while staring down at this beautiful brunette that is a dominant submissive. That brings Ever to hold out her right hand in front of Angelina`s lips. The sight of it brings Angelina`s heart beats stronger as their eyes hold stare into each other`s. They watch the soul while they know that the power of this act of submission is engaging every part of who they are. Hence, it easily is a truth that Ever knows that her own heart is filling with that seductive beating energy that is a fire between them.

“Oh, yes.” Sizzles from within the tall platinum blond as Angelina`s moist tongue plays one long stroke upon the skin of Ever`s hand. This creates shivers to strip purring from within Ever as she snarls, “More. More. More. Three more. Show me that you love me. Make me believe that your tongue loves my flesh. Love me, my Beauty. I know you love me but show me.”

The cold instruction is a total turn on for Angelina. Those femininely muscular curves tremble with arousal. Sexual excitement while her vagina pulses with contractions and such triggers her dime shaped nipples to grow diamond hard. Therefore those protrude outward like spires of seduction. These sensations consume the senses as the nude brunette pants, panting with her lips quaking. Full supple lips that are mere millimeters from Ever`s hand. A hand that feels heated breathing. Angelina`s hot breaths that splash back upon her face. It forms dizziness as she gazes mystified up into her phantasm`s eyes. Then in a neediness, Angelina’s eager tongue barely touches Ever`s hand. Next, the very tip of it leaves a dot of wetness where the hand and wrist meet. In the following second, Angelina maneuvers her wet tongue to create tiny circles before lovingly gliding up the very center of the back of her Dominant`s long hand. So, it is up, up over skin and straight to the tip of the fingernail on of the center finger. Then without hesitation, she plays a soft worshipping kiss to the fingernail.

As Ever watches the kiss her heart pound hard in her left breast. The sound of it with the rhythms forces her athletic curves to stiffen in an attempt to control the arousal excitement. Nonetheless, her eyes betray her with glowing of limitless sexual desire as her pussy aches even more than it already does. The kissing of finger`s nail spurs out a rumbling seductive growl that has her sound like a lioness on the prowl. But she controls herself with not moving while holding breaths to be smooth in evenness. She evenly carries out breathing as she next sternly states, “Good, but the kiss means that you will give me three orgasms while kneeling.”

The inspiration for a smile, oh yes it is the effect. An enormous smile for Angelina knows that it’s punishment but it`s heavenly discipline. A most satisfying penalty with an eventual blissful elixir as a seal that has her thoughts singing musical notes of ‘I love you, love, love every inch of you.’

This lyrical spell of ‘love thoughts’ is broken with Ever nudging her own hand’s backside upon Angelina`s quivering upper lips. Such truth stimulates ideas for the third licking. Indeed, Angelina does have a few notions but she requires this lick to explode with love. It must have true love and the power of her need to serve this beautiful feminine phantom of her dreams.
So, the kneeling dreamer once more undertakes a seduction, a seducing using her tongue. But firstly, she places a loving kiss upon the pinky finger`s major knuckle to then slip her moist tongue between her lips to mark it with a teasing. This creates purring before meandering over to the ring finger`s major knuckle. Once more a similar tease plays out while she controls her eyes to hold stare into those gray ones of her lover. This comes followed by the middle finger served with teasing pleasure before moving onto the index finger. Thoughts are of ‘yummy’ that she tastes ladyfingers with Ever`s thumb remaining to be served. Hence, a breath accompanied by a concentrated stare into Ever`s eyes exists so to be sure that there is no displeasure of the trivial rebellion.

“You are naughty with teasing me, Beauty. Oh yes, you are but I like it. Keep going.” Seductively shares this woman in heavier breathing with her stare glued to surveying every movement of her kneeling lover. This has her heart racing in a rhythm of feeling a true connection. But encouragement is needed, thus she swings the riding crop in readying to swat. Then in mid-air, the effort changes to merely a sweet tapping of Angelina’s nearest ass cheek. “Be good because I plan to make your ass red with this crop. Red, kissed and loved until you squirt cum all over your tight sexy thighs.”

Indeed that is the encouragement of the best kind. It provokes Angelina into kissing the major knuckle of Ever`s thumb before whispering, “I love you.”
In return Ever gives a hard swat on Angelina`s exposed ass cheek. It is magical snapping sound that makes Angelina even dizzier having her body to continue to tremble of sexual desire. She wants to scream in a request for more but there is no need to since Ever supplies another swat to the soft supple skin of Angelina's heart shaped ass. “Yes, enjoy it, Beauty. Enjoy those shards of tingling. More are coming. More stinging pain to demand that you give me your sacred cream.”

Angelina knows that she may not get too excited but wetness is seeping between her thighs. It is maddening sensations as it has her wishing to squirm due to the heat is volcanic as it radiates from deep within her vaginal canal. Thus, body ablaze in arousal and it is similar with Ever but that swatting continues. Each one invokes stimulation but there is no permission for orgasm. Therefore, it must be controlled, held and felt until it is an agony that is a sheer utter pleasure. This has Angelina barely holding focus on her task of the third lick. Her breaths are wild panting in heaviness as her lips part to slip her tongue out with placing it upon the center finger before laying it flat enough to moistens the skin without too much wetness. Then in a slow sensual movement, she glides her firm tongue up until Ever`s wrist is touched. Then a kiss with Angelina prayerful saying, “Love is you, love is you.”

Snapping sounds are constant as the paced rhythm of drumming swats now number at thirteen. Yet, Ever listens to those words, those soul words, words that radiate from a heart of purity and fiery passion. Angelina`s heart that Ever claims to have known literally forever. She claims this just like she always has the dreaming brunette believing that they are eternal soul mates bound by a chain of soul-linked energy. However, currently, sexual desire is a scent that wafts strongly between them as Angelina prepares to supply the last lick to her Dominant’s hand.

Wrapped in dizzy desire, holding her aroused body humble but so proud to be kneeling as Angelina lovingly kisses the center of the part of the backside of Ever`s hand. She breathes upon it to then inhale the sweet scent of Lilac. Her mind chants, ‘So horny’ as her heart whispers, ‘love’ and everything is controlled with a soulful understanding that this is what her true need is. This here with Ever, and it doesn’t matter if its only dreams to vanish whenever she wakes.

It is beautiful. Both know that their bond is more than dreams but all they have is dreams. As Angelina watches Ever`s eyes there are smiles between them as Ever turns her hand over to display her palm. Without a breath of a second, the kneeling brunette worshipfully kisses the center of the warm pulsing palm. Then as hot vapors are pouring from her lips her tongue flicks out and Angelina licks from the tip of the center finger all the way up. Up, up, upward past the wrist until she begins to feel a need to have her body rise and in that second there is felt the pressure of Ever`s muscular left leg upon Angelina’s delicate right shoulder.

“Beg to untie my panties!” Is sharply directed as the tone warms with continuing, “Beg me, Beauty. Beg for the honor to release my pussy for tasting.”

Angelina swallows hard the wet lump of desire that sits strongly in her tight throat while she is lost in wild woozy sexy feelings. The dazed glow of lust mixed with soul love pours as her energy binds with Evers. Then she slowly rises to move her head with placing her teeth upon the first drawstring. The pulling is seductively teasing to provide the pleasure for both as Angelina body trembles of sexual energy. In the following moment, the drawstrings fall and as do the black leather panties partially do. This brings Angelina to once more move so that she may release the last string to reveal the treasure that she knows is unlike any other ever.

Breathing, deep uncontrolled breaths rumble between them. Their hearts thunder of this power exchange but suddenly Ever screams in frustration. Her gray eyes fill with horror and anger. Angelina fills with mix emotions for she feels that she may have displeased. But she knows she that all instructions are followed. Then the haze comes, the mists of waking to pull her but she fights it. Struggles to maintain the dreaming as she wars against waking. Angelina’s body takes to tossing with kicking off the quilt while maintaining sleep. Holding it in a death grip but she cannot seem to keep the dream world with its delights and so she screams too. Yet, she doesn’t truly wake. At least she doesn’t until an hour later when cool early morning air brings shivering to her nude uncovered body.


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