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Melissa's Return Melissa had a shiny new key to try in Ed's door. The flight from Pittsburgh had been pleasant. She felt the itch of five day shadow as she inserted the key. She found the note taped to the door. It said 'Welcome home.' She was pulled inside almost as quickly as she could stick her key in the lock. Ed was home early, his job required that he travel, and this was an unexpected surprise. His hands relieved her of her purse and her briefcase. They hit the floor just as the door closed behind them. Ed pressed her body hard against the door as his tongue probed beyond her lips. His hands rose upward sliding her skirt well beyond her thighs. His muffled words were heard between the smacking sounds. "I missed you," he said, as he covered her lips and face and eyes and neck with passionate kisses. The buttons of her blouse were opened. His hands felt their way across her breasts. Fingers, warm and soft, stroked her belly as Melissa was held tightly in Ed's grasp. She collapsed on top of him as his rigid body slowly lay upon the stairs. Long grinding kisses drained away the stress of her week. Passionate feelings moistened her body. The scent of hot steam rolled down the stairs from the open bathroom. Warm water filled with fragrant bubbles had been prepared to help launch her into a better evening mood. The music on the radio was her favorite. The soft scent of incense flavored the air with vanilla and sandalwood. Ed was easing Lissa out of her skirt from behind. She felt his hard form against her legs. His hands deftly worked down her hose, removing her panties. Her blouse was opened. His warm, soft lips sucked hard at her neck. The aroma of baked salmon with coconut rice and vinaigrette dressing rose from the kitchen. Ed repeated the words "missed you, missed you, missed you." As he showered her with attention. The movements of their entwined limbs offered up an eerie sensuality. Their feelings of desire were getting ever stronger. Ed promised to just devour her alive for dessert. He spoke of a special meal he'd been preparing for her. He described his after dinner plans. "One hundred kisses across her belly, side to side." He said. "Two hundred licks!" He continued, "Slow and stirring like a spoon blending sweetness and cream in a steeping cup of coffee." Melissa reacted to the promise. She rose to her feet as her breasts poured out of her loosened bra. Ed kissed her hard pressing her body against the wall. His fingers probed for reactions from her now almost naked body. His tongue again circled the inside of her mouth. He held her hands in his, placing them beneath his navel. Through his pants she felt him hard and ready for her touch. He smiled, again and said ,"missed you, Lissa, welcome home." He slid her blouse down off her shoulders. Her knees weakened in the stairwell as she was swept beyond the limits of arousal. Her mind careened through a series of passionate responses. Ed seemed absorbed in her pleasure as his lips press hard against her neck. He released her allowing her to gently slide down to rest on a step. "It is time for me to check the meal." He said, as he heads off toward the kitchen. Melissa was nearly breathless as she slowly walked upstairs glancing back. Her shoes were closest to the door. One was turned over on its side, the other, upright on its heel. Her hose were twisted in a surreal form, a leg, across the foyer floor, another hung askew along the lower stairs. The silk skirt now was crumpled in the center of the stairwell. She did not care that it was there. Her blouse hung from her right arm, the left dangled across her calf. The buttons at the right wrist were still secure. Melissa heard Ed's voice again, "I want you more than anything tonight," he said. She smiled and her body spasmed deep inside. She turned into the bedroom. Her bra was opened, exposing hard nipples surrounded by swollen rings. She glanced at her body in the mirror. A passion mark on her neck was a lonely preview of the sensuous feast now simmering deep within her mind. | ||||||||||||||||
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Bathing "Make your body better, baby," Ed's words sent a chill up Melissa's spine as he helped her remove the remainder of her clothes. The day had been long, and he wanted most to pamper her. She stood in the mirror the tension from her flight now half drained from her face. She was still aroused from the warm greeting she received at the front door. Ed stopped her before she could head off for her waiting bath. he held a soft bristled brush in his hand as he lightly touched her shoulder, The soft bristles running over her naked skin. Ed used long, soft strokes, massaging her muscles. The friction scintillated her skin. He took his time to slowly brush each inch of her naked body. Melissa's skin pulsed with delicious electricity, warm and burning to the touch. She was almost hypnotized by the softness of his voice. "I'm only here to please you." His lips and tongue occasionally stroked or sucked her tingling skin. Her sensitivity was awakened like never before. He kept brushing as he dropped down on his knees. The fine teak disc of the handle contrasted against her skin. He swept it across her thighs, and hips. Long, slow strokes descended her calves as she leaned back against the dresser. She gazed into the mirror. Melissa slowly relaxed allowing Ed's attention to take her to another place. Soft music filled her ears, as she heard Ed's voice below. "It's so good to be your body servant, I am blessed just knowing you enjoy my touch." He worked the brush across her shins. His lips now kissed her right thigh as he massaged the tension from your limbs. The bristles reached her mound brushing across the still-sensitive stubble. "I see you need another shave." Ed's words were followed by a wicked chuckle. The sensations moving through Melissa's body seemed to reach her soul. He turned her body to let the bristles stroke across her belly, and up her ribs. He gently lifted her breasts. He gently raised each one at its turn. Her skin was warm and tingling from toe to shoulder. Her eyes slowly showed signs of leaving her daily stresses far behind. Ed took Melissa's hands and glided her toward the steamy tub. The scent of roses wafted from the mounds of bubbles hiding the steamy brew below. He raised her leg, and inserted her toes. The warmth of the water sucked her in. He helped her immerse her body, cradling her head on a bath pillow. The scented candle burning on the vanity cast a dim glow. The music setting the mood was slow and sensual. "I have to see to dinner, Lissa." Ed walked out as she relaxed in the tub. The coolness of a gelled eye mask covered her eyes. Her skin, so sensitive from the brushing massage, absorbed the warmth of the bath. Melissa's senses slowly turned to mush, as she drifted in mindless delight. Pampered Moments Melissa drifted into mindless rest, in the steamy, fragrant soup. The rose essence filled her lungs. The scent of succulent herbs and spices flavored the air making her hunger for Ed's culinary delights. Warm water trickled over her hair, and down her neck. Ed softly caressed her scalp producing a torrent of cascading suds. His deft fingertips worked across her temples. They massaged her brow then moved on to rub her skin and further relax the muscles of her face, her neck, and shoulders. Melissa slowly bent to his will, as she began to yield and surrender totally to his eagerness to please. Water from a small plastic pail infused the tepid bath with more warmth, as she sprawled in the steaming wetness of the tub. The softness of a bath sponge, processed across her back was the luxury that helped her lose herself in the real feelings of being kept and captive to his sensual touch. The sponge glided down to cross her belly under the waterline, slowly stroking her limbs. Ed's hands moved up and down her thighs, gripping softly as the sponge floated to the surface. She heard the small explosions of collapsing bubbles caught in a dissipating chain reaction. Ed's finger found her slit, well before she was ready. The juices clinging to her body were enough to draw him inside. The slow pace of his movements made her shift her body. It increased her openness. A deep sigh escaped Melissa's lips. "Open to me baby, you know you want me there." Ed smiled in the candlelight, and watched his love respond. The contrast of Melissa's against the porcelain whiteness of the tub was striking. Her red fingernails clutched tightly against her palms as she moaned and shuddered softly. Ed's hand was beneath the water playing against the folds of her innerpeace. One single digit moved in and out. His voice urged her to cum. It sounded so poetic echoing against the ceramic walls. "Free yourself of any bonds, Lissa. Oh baby, I want to watch your passion just explode." Ed's finger moved in larger circles stirring deep within her woman's secret spot. His thumb pressed down, and then flicked the darkened hood beneath the surface. He moved it left and right, as his wrist pivoted up and down. Melissa's eyes caught the total focus on his face. His eyes seemed lost in her desire. He stared longingly at her face. He watched her lick her lips. Then he smiled as she responded to the pressing thumb against her flaming button. His probing finger softly stroked her insides. Ed had a look of approval as Melissa bit her bottom lip, and quivered softly. He could see her passions building even more. Up and down his one hand moved, as the other drenched her breasts with warm and soapy water from the sponge. He varied his pace letting her relax before moving deeper and faster. Each combination seemed to take her closer to the edge. The water slowly drained away, her hair was wet, and lathered as he wiped the shampoo from her brow. Mounds of bubbles fizzed and popped as they collapsed from the loss of their nurturing moisture. Ed stroked Melissa's sex as if he knew her favorite ways to touch herself. The exquisite sensations held her body suspended in the past. She flashed to feelings of her best of times alone. She saw the faces of favorite lovers who one time got it right. She crossed over to the point where she would freely give up all her forbidden gifts. Her sighs became coos, and coos folded into moans. A rush of desire engulfed her. The sounds rushing toward her soul were wails. Her orgasm was intense and Ed enjoyed just watching her respond. The softness of his voice seemed to say it all. "The gift of your desire is enough make me smile." He pulled her up on weakened knees and drew her lips to his own. She was standing in the now almost empty tub. The last remaining suds sizzled as they faded to a barely warm liquid racing toward the drain. He pulled her to her feet on rubbery legs and then kissed once again. Ed called upon her trust once more as he turned the shower on. It was warm to the touch, like the first droplets of tropical mist striking at Melissa's nakedness. He watched the warm water wash over her for a few moments. "Lissa, I have to excuse myself to finish the meal. I'm sure you can rinse your hair, and get along without me for a few minutes, can't you?" Melissa's response was breathy. "Yes, I need a few minutes right now, you go." | It makes a person feel wanted | ||||||||||||||||
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Anticipation Melissa wandered into the bedroom. The comforter was turned down, the clean sheets, crisp and new, beckoned her. Two small packages wrapped in shiny silver paper graced the geometric print shams covering the pillows. The card depicted a woman's silhouette her form traced against the palette of the setting autumn sun. She read the words written in Ed's now-familiar script, 'Baby, ohhhh how I have waited for this time with you. I have planned it to the smallest detail. Indulge my whims and my desires, for they are pleasing you alone. I will see to your needs and you will think only of your own pleasure. You will know that it pleases me to know that you are pleased.' She unwrapped the gifts. The single cassette tape found inside was labeled 'por vu.' The larger gift was a hard cylindrical form. She opened it pulling out the contents found inside. The glistening black shape was modern and discreet. It fit her hand and its tip was tapered to ease into the soft crevices of her body. Melissa inserted the tape into the cassette holder of the clock radio beside Ed's bed. The soothing sounds of lilting jazz sprung forth. Keyboards, and clarinets, the wailing Spanish influence of acoustic guitar, and soft stroking melodies slowly lulled her into peace. Ed's voice was low and soft embedded in the music, "I saw this toy, and thought of you. It reminded me of how my tip finds perfection each time it feels the warmth of your soft flesh." She listened as she heard him sigh almost as if he was right beside her on the bed. "Oh baby pick it up, see how well it fits your hand?" She held it gently in her long, slim fingers, and felt its balance. "Touch it to your lips," Ed said. The music blended beneath his voice as the lengthening shadows of dusk peaked through pulled miniblinds. Melissa wet the tip with her tongue as she closed her eyes to think of Ed. She wished he'd sent it to her when she was back at home alone. The tape offered instructions she was glad t follow. "Let me know how good it feels, when you turn it on. Ohhhh, you know where the switch is don't you?" A sigh escaped her lips as she thought of Ed knowing your reactions so well. A low hum buzzed in her ears as she heard Ed's voice again. "Touch it to your collar bone, and slowly stroke it downward toward your belly." She shifted her body on the bed. Her gold silken robe was open, her skin contrasted in the darkened room against the sheets and the down comforter. "No baby, not to fast," Ed said, anticipating her eagerness. Melissa was inching her new toy to her most arousing spot. She giggled as she heard Ed voice again. "Would I hurry? I don't intend to hurry when I take my place beside you after dinner." She reigned in her impatience. "Slow strokes, and circles are what I know you like, Lissa!" After a pause, his words continued calm and soothing. "Yes, that's it just pleasure yourself now as though you needed this alone." Melissa christened the shining black plastic shape. She immersed it in a sinful baptismal well of passion. Her bad girl desires were awakened and wanting pleasure as Ed's voice urged her on."Now baby, I know it's good," Ed said. She closed her eyes tightly and felt his presence in each word. "In, out, twist it baby deep, deeper, more." Ed seemed to know just how she pleased herself in quiet times. The moans escaped her mouth, her body thrashed, and her back arched. The music and Ed's voice now fill her ears. "I want you baby, oh Lissa, be with me," His voice took her deeper into a preorgasmic state. Her knees were bent above widespread legs, as she whirled into a spinning climax. Melissa locked her thighs tightly against her wrist. The black plastic glistened. Its molded shaft was deep inside her as animal sounds escaped her lips. She eased onto her side and began to rock. Melissa moaned once more. She sucked in a breath of air, as her body shuddered in a long rolling peak of passion. She looked up and saw Ed in the doorway holding two trays of covered plates. A lighted candle sat atop one of the trays. He had a lust-filled smile on his face. Melissa calmed herself as her eyes began to focus. Her body was curled across he bed in a distorted 'S'. Ed set the trays on the bed, and the candle on the nightstand. "You move like an evil angel," he said. "I want you to move as well under, and beside, and yes, on top of me" Ed picked up the shining toy and turned it off. "I see you have found this small gift, Lissa, I hope you'll let me see how well it fits after dinner." Dinner Chewing and eating are the furthest thoughts from Melissa's mind as she devoured portions of the meal. The C-D changer offered up selections that set the mood for passion yet to come. They were background songs, matching the ambiance of filtered light. Ed looked into her eyes. He talked about how he'd thought about her coming back all day. His eyes flashed as he reviewed his plans and preparations. "Lissa, they were just small acts and unworthy efforts, baby." He stroked the side of her face and smiled. "They don't even compare to the joys your just being here offer me tonight." He wiped the corner of her mouth with a magenta napkin. He stared into her eyes with animal's desire etched across his face. Pittsburgh seemed so far away. She'd been back just two hours. She was with her man, and so relaxed. The food was good, she was warm and comfortable, and passionate pleasures gripped her soul. Melissa watched as Ed carried the plates away. He arranged them on the tray holding the meal. He came back to the bed with a smaller tray. A silken cloth covered its center. Its smoke gray color rose like a small pyramid on the enameled surface of its platform. The emerald iridescence of Midori sparkled in the orbs of the cordial stemware. A ring of anisette shimmered in the convex rim of the cones. Ed handed her the delicate crystal. "For sipping, but I must tell you that it is not as delicious as you." The light reflected from large brass burners. It flickered as the stubs of stout candles melted away. The wax gathered thickly on the bases of the candelabrum. Ed's fingers softly stroke her belly. "I want you to tell me all about your day," His words surprised her. She had not thought about it from the moment she reached the top of the stairs. "I don't want a single detail left out." Ed smiled and looked deeply into her eyes. "You understand I want to listen? I want to hear you speak." Melissa sighed deeply as she ran the day back through her mind. She started slowly. She spoke tentatively as she groped for the small details. She had not expected Ed to want to share her day at this point. She was pleased that Ed took such an interest in her life. He seemed to want to really understand the issues that she faced. Ed's empathy diffused each small challenge. His praise elevated every victory. He sat and listened absorbed in the details of her life. Sometimes he'd interject to help smooth away the rough spots. Melissa was energized as she briefly touched on challenges that loomed beyond her weekend. Ed listened, even as his mouth sucked softly at her breasts. She felt his tongue move slowly across her ribs. At first the movement was back and forth, but he slowly worked his way south. Periodically offering an "uhh-hum," or an "I see." Somehow she knew he still was hearing every word. Ed would parrot things she said exactly to assure her that he was not getting lost in passion. She enjoyed his total focus on body and her mind. Ed's lips, and tongue pursued their search. His head swung back and forth in a pendulous sweeping motion. He descended slowly down her body like a serpent as she fumbled through the details of her day. The pointed tip of Ed's tongue circled her navel. She responded with a rolling spasm. Melissa thighs shifted beneath her body. Still sweeping left to right, Ed paused. "Baby, you owe me for the dinner, the massage, and the bath." Melissa chuckled, "and exactly what did you have in mind. She sighed deeply before continuing. "It was all good! I'll pay any price for where I am right now." Her body responded to his tongue. "One thousand, now," Ed said. Melissa sounded puzzled "Dollars?" | ||||||||||||||||
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