Softest Touch

Shredding his clothes off, like a wild beast straining to break free from captivity, she looked in awe wondering what was going to be unleashed. He pinned her down, took possession of her. The slowly, gently, softly, lowered himself very close to her and listened to hear heart her thumping a welcoming song. He kissed her softly. Inhaled her deeply.

She drew him in. With a light bite of his lips, she signaled her desire. His body responded like a finely tuned seasoned fighter and ravaged her exactly as she needed. They both expanded an intense amount of sexual tension as their bodies twisted and pretzel into many artful positions.

Never had he been so glad for having argued with his boss to leave an hour early. She was glad for the early surprise, for she had made arrangements to start her shift a half hour later, giving them time to explore more ways to softly touch one another while unleashing torrents of pleasure.

She had one final request, before heading to the shower. He was more than happy to provide, and when she picked up his belt with her toes and slowly bit her pointer finger with the naughtiest head nod, he knew her nylon had to be sacrificed. Securing her wrists with one of the pair and using the other to link her knees together, his belt left welts that were matched by yelps as he relieved her soul as she wiggled her tush between giggles.

A massage or two later, making sure her skin was fine, he stepped back to admire the marks he created. Her body calling to him to take her once again. Not to deny his lady, he plunged in deeply. Her voice confirming he had read her accurately.

Both thoroughly spent, the phone rang. It was a “low-census” and her boss was giving her the chance to stay home for the night. Sleep would have to wait, for now she had a chance to touch him back the way he had touched her. She wanted to let him know, through her softest of touches, that she needed him more than ever while very grateful he was present in her hour of greatest needs.

Sleep would eventually come, as she gently caressed his head on her laps, whispering sweet nothings that gave him everything he needed to recover from the day and face tomorrow.

Breakfast

The alarm clock was given a pass as she woke her man in the sweetest way she knew. She took his member fully and let her tongue swirl playfully, standing him up artfully. He could scarce believe his fortune, as she moaned on his fullness, as he grabbed a handful of her hair, thanking the heavens for the blessings.

Once recovered, he made his way to the kitchen and was delighted to see his breakfast was ready… her legs swinging playfully off the edge of the table. He remembered how she had caressed her heel. It was not long before his appetite had taken in the syrup shaped in the form of an arrow… pointing to the most nutritional part of his balanced breakfast.

Her voice lost from calling his name, he made sure she was completely used before he carried her to the couch and laid on her his rejuvenating feed. They bounced about, rolled about, and gyrated such that time stood still. They both were refreshed and empowered… at the same time… completely wiped out.

For the first time in a long time, he made the call. The right call. He needed a personal day. His lady had some needs he had not yet met. She smiled wickedly. He nodded. She ran to the back to get the toys. What a good girl she was. She would be rewarded, he noted. He ran to the back and surprised her by pinning her against the wall and having his way with her.

Such ravenous appetite. Such delicious breakfast multi-course meal. And to think, it was not even nine o’clock yet.

This new day was going to be long in a good way. The kind of long that, meets the longings of the wanting who, are needing of an oasis, in the middle of a never ending week.

That day, she found out just how great a student he was. His extra credit research had taught him a new set of knots that had left her suspended and secured. New creative ways to wield a crop, paddle, and belt made for extra tenderness to remind her of his ever watchful presence. For good measure, there were several photos to help him remember the gift of her tenderness, the softness that made him feel healed, the drive that made the grind worth it.

They both looked at each other and wondered what other mischief they could get into after brunch. It wasn’t until lunch that they decided to take a nap in each others arm, softly, gently, closely, safely, wonderfully together as it should have always been.

Batteries, of the emotional variety, were recharged. This mini break was the perfect medicine. The softest touch that bound their souls ever tighter to one another. That evening, before she got ready to go to work, he playfully applied the lotion, that set things in motion, almost made her late to the locomotion, that would take her away from his potion.

The routine returned. The devotion, however, had other plans. He needed her to get off the night shift sooner than planned. So, without hesitation, he asked for his promotion. They needed the extra option… if their bed was to be worn out from passionate action… filled with vigorous notions of heavenly portions.

With a smile, he looked at his phone. She had sent a photo of her hand rubbing her heel the very way he had seen when he had initially walked through the door. The softest touch. The start of a new twist of love. He made a note, one filled with hope, to celebrate this sweetest of softest touches as soon as she was back in his arms.

the above photo inspired this post… full credit to this lovely couple…of Instagram… MaturePantyhose…. any resemblance to their personal lives is purely coincidental/accidental… and highly unlikely the kindness they share was lifted into the inspiration of this story