Cake

I want a servant, a love slave, a man drunk on love and passion on his knees. Kissing all up my strong white, creamy calves and thighs, talking to me and asking me questions, complementing me, telling me how beautiful my skin tone and eyes and hair are, how warm, sweet and pink I am inside, how I deserve him and his attentions surpassingly exceedingly so, primarily by virtue of my birth. I'd like to hear him offer endless providence of journeys, love, adoration, compliments, food, drink, drugs, jewelry, anything just so that he can spend more time at my feet. And I want it from a guy, blond and blue eyed like myself who is strong in himself and not into kink or SM or pain, although mixing it up is fine as long he clears it with me first. Someone who is intelligent and creative in the bedroom as well as every other room and who is demanding, whining and cajoling out need to be close to me, yet is also logical and can plan ways to please me for days on end, again and again and again.

Shekinah, 42

She knows that he loves to see her in an evening gown at a black tie event but even better is when they go out on the wrong side of the town. Tonight he is pulling out the black leather from the closet and her pulse begins to quicken. When in these clothes they can go past any boundaries and he is so hot. So she opens the lingerie draw for the lace to hide inside the leather. He turns and sees the corset in her hands and his eyes darken as he slowly moves behind her gently wrapping his arms around her to put on the corset. As he laces up the back his mind turns to unlacing it later this night. She feels his hardening and then his pulling away. “Later, my love,” he whispers in her ear and she sighs. So they allow themselves just the pleasure of watching each other dress. The Vincent 52 is in the driveway awaiting its passengers. She braids her long red hair and tucks it under the helmet. Her snug leather pants stretch as she mounts the bike behind her man and holds him close as they take off into the twilight. Trees on the side of the road are casting shadowy figures onto the pavement as they zoom past. Heading out of the city into the mountains the air blowing into their faces becomes warm and sweet with the scent of daffodils and the blossoms of spring. Her every cell is vibrating with the energy of the bike and the feel of the man in her arms. They are so alive and free in this moment. He loves to have her tucked up behind him like this fused together in speed. He begins to slow as they reach a small town and pulls up outside a rundown bar. A smile spreads across her lips and she begins to come into character for him as she swings her long booted leg over the bike to dismount. With a serious look he reaches over and unbraids her hair running his hands through it to release the waves, “just remember you are mine here and now.” With a pretty pout she leans over and gives him a long kiss, “you know that no one else can tame me but you, my love.” Standing tall he takes her arm and leads her into the dimly lit premises. Nonchalantly walking up to the bar he orders a beer for himself and a Scotch, single malt for her. As they wait for the bartender to fill their drinks they discreetly look around and spot the pool tables in the back. She glances as him with a laugh, takes the Scotch and heads to the tables. He follows at a slight distance letting the men that are playing get their full view of her as she approaches them. The noise of the bar softens as they stop and stare and each one prays she will ask them to play. As she is walking back she assesses the skill levels of the players and picks the best one to place a quarter on his table for next game. Her lover sits at a table by the side, intense but giving her space. She senses him and is excited about performing her best for him. The two men finish their game and the one she has targeted wins and motions for her to rack as he introduces himself. When he offers to buy her a drink she holds up her Scotch and says loud enough for her lover to hear, “No thanks, I have all I need.” Leaning over the table to rack she feels all of the eyes watching her firm round ass clad in the tight leather. They think she is just a beautiful woman but are they in for a surprise. Her opponent breaks and the game begins. She usually takes it easy on them in the beginning but this one is really good so she lets it roll straight out when he misses. Leaning over and stretching to take a long shot across the table her blouse opens enough to expose the top of her bound full breasts. The sharply indrawn breath she hears is not for the great shot she just made but for the sight of it going down. With a small smirk she turns to her opponent and says, “It must have been a lucky shot.” Hearing a distant laugh from her lover she gives him a sharp look that says to him let me have some fun. Missing the next shot she moves away from the table staying in view of her man and sips her drink playing with the stirrer with her tongue. The opponent makes a couple of shots and she congratulates him to feed his ego. He struts around the table for the next one and misses. Ah, how easy this is, she thinks and becomes bored so she glances over at her lover to find him staring at her intensely breathing deeply. Well, maybe not so boring she realizes as she maneuvers around the table looking for the shot that will show off her womanly curves to their best degree. Twisting and reaching she hits a hard shot into the corner then relaxing clears the rest of the table to win the game. With shock on his face her opponent asks her to play again but she declines. She is finished here for the night and turns away to find her man at her side. He wraps an arm around her possessively and escorts her out of the bar. Standing outside next to the bike he pulls her tightly against him and claims her lips hot and hard. When he raises his head from her mouth he says, "You have no idea how much watching you turns me on." Reaching down and grabbing his crotch she replies, "Yes, I think I might since you are as hard as I am wet right now. Take me somewhere and please me." Quickly climbing back onto the bike he starts thinking about where and what more to do to drive her crazy.