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?? It's Buffalo. you know, the animal that can be seen at Yellowstone National Park
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Chillaxin by the pool 
Or making dinner..hmmm
Watchin de sunset
Watchin de sunset
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Relaxing. Wishing someone else would make dinner tonight.
The usual, writing.
The following is the latest bit of erotica
The woman is a cyborg..
It is starting to feel like a distant memory or even a dream but I had always had plans to offer Vincent something I thought would be special on the first night of a honeymoon. By old traditions, a bride was virgin when she first encountered her new husband’s loving desires and although I am no virgin, I am feeling like one at present. With my ablutions complete and the outfit I had in mind on, I’m standing in front of the full-length mirror trying to see myself through his eyes. My lingerie set is pure white with no other colours featured anywhere. The bra is sheer to the point of almost being see-through and is delicately embossed with fine lace and tiny white satin bows. The kickers match perfectly with the same sheer material and bows featured and with my hair loose and over one shoulder, I like the picture already. Adding the garter belt gives a very sultry feel to the outfit and the sheer white stockings suspended from the belt’s silken straps enhance it even more. Then when I added an open-toed pair of white heels, it’s absolutely the image I desired and really creates the effect I so wanted to achieve. Lachlan is very perceptive and I am sure he will understand the symbolism here. Minutes pass and I’m finding nervousness is warring with excitement even more now than earlier and when there’s a soft knock on the door, it actually startles me.
“Come in,” I reply, turning to face the door and standing appropriately contrite as befitting the nervous virgin and as that is so close to the truth, it takes very little imagination to do so. The door wafts open and there he is, dressed in a dark loose-fitting blue robe. For a moment, nothing happens until his mouth slowly sags open and his eyes go wide, his obvious surprise even causing him to take half an involuntary step to the rear. “Do you approve,” I ask from beneath lowered eyes as his gaze traverses every part of me.
“Approve,” he manages to say after a few moments. “Dayna, you mentioned earlier that your idea of rustic and mine were worlds apart. Your idea of a surprise and mine are most likely equally far apart. I have never had a surprise go so close to being fatal before. You look absolutely breathtaking.”
He walks right up to me and stands so close I can feel his body-heat radiating then gently takes both my hands in his. No words are spoken and just our breathing breaks the silence for how long, I am not sure, so lost in his eyes am I. Slowly, he starts to back away, encouraging me to follow with his soft hold on my hands and I do. Pausing at the timber doors, he pulls them open, steps up close and ever so slowly, Lachlan reaches down, puts and arm behind my back and the other behind my legs and lifts me into his strong arms, holding me to his chest. With my arms entwined about his neck, his lips descend on mine, pausing briefly before applying a feather kiss, so light, I could barely feel it. Another feather-light kiss follows then one a little firmer, lips pressing lips and I’m being swept away in a flood of desire. A partition blocks the view into most of the master bedroom, and he slowly walks past one end, holding me close. I feel completely at ease with the feel of him now and I realise, that is what he is doing, giving me the time to become comfortable with being so close. He really does understand and a lone tear caresses my right cheek as the only sign of the happiness I am feeling.
Though the lighting is soft, there is sufficient for me to see the room in detail without resorting to any of my sensors. Standing on a raised platform in the middle of this immense room stood a bed, the likes of which I have only ever seen in movies, Dark heavy timbers, solid and ornate legs, head and foot-boards that almost defy description with ornately carved figures, and detailed scroll-work. The ceiling is glass and the stars are shining in as I guess the moon would too at the right time of night. Matching the timbers of the bed, one entire wall has doors of similar craftsmanship and various pieces of furniture about, a table and two chairs, a couple of sofas, recliners in front of another of the many big screens that this house contains. Beneath our feet is a mix of plush carpeted runners traversing a polished timber floor, a couple of ceramic areas, a big one in front of a fireplace and a smaller near the front behind glass wall. I have never seen anything so magnificent in my life. Looking over his shoulder as he carries me towards the bed platform, the view, the whole situation and even the sheer magnificence of it all, it almost feels like a dream.
“Stand still,” he whispers breathlessly in my ear and placing me back on my feet next to the bed. “Close your eyes.”
I could use anyone of a myriad of sensors to know exactly what he was doing but I deliberately make sure I don’t. This experience is to be a sensation of the mind and the flesh only. He’s so close, I can feel his warmth but he’s moving, slowly to one side and the warmth is appearing in other places, hips, thighs, mid-riff and it’s becoming increasingly hard to stay still. He’s found a place on my back where, when the heat moves slowly up my left side, a wave of gooseflesh and a shiver shake me. I know he’s in front of me now and the warmth traverses my breasts, up my neck to my cheeks and back. Occasionally, Lachlan would just get a bit too close and I feel him touch me and it’s like a mini-jolt of electricity. This has to be the most exciting, yet frustrating thing I have ever experienced in my not-very-experienced past.
The following is the latest bit of erotica
The woman is a cyborg..
It is starting to feel like a distant memory or even a dream but I had always had plans to offer Vincent something I thought would be special on the first night of a honeymoon. By old traditions, a bride was virgin when she first encountered her new husband’s loving desires and although I am no virgin, I am feeling like one at present. With my ablutions complete and the outfit I had in mind on, I’m standing in front of the full-length mirror trying to see myself through his eyes. My lingerie set is pure white with no other colours featured anywhere. The bra is sheer to the point of almost being see-through and is delicately embossed with fine lace and tiny white satin bows. The kickers match perfectly with the same sheer material and bows featured and with my hair loose and over one shoulder, I like the picture already. Adding the garter belt gives a very sultry feel to the outfit and the sheer white stockings suspended from the belt’s silken straps enhance it even more. Then when I added an open-toed pair of white heels, it’s absolutely the image I desired and really creates the effect I so wanted to achieve. Lachlan is very perceptive and I am sure he will understand the symbolism here. Minutes pass and I’m finding nervousness is warring with excitement even more now than earlier and when there’s a soft knock on the door, it actually startles me.
“Come in,” I reply, turning to face the door and standing appropriately contrite as befitting the nervous virgin and as that is so close to the truth, it takes very little imagination to do so. The door wafts open and there he is, dressed in a dark loose-fitting blue robe. For a moment, nothing happens until his mouth slowly sags open and his eyes go wide, his obvious surprise even causing him to take half an involuntary step to the rear. “Do you approve,” I ask from beneath lowered eyes as his gaze traverses every part of me.
“Approve,” he manages to say after a few moments. “Dayna, you mentioned earlier that your idea of rustic and mine were worlds apart. Your idea of a surprise and mine are most likely equally far apart. I have never had a surprise go so close to being fatal before. You look absolutely breathtaking.”
He walks right up to me and stands so close I can feel his body-heat radiating then gently takes both my hands in his. No words are spoken and just our breathing breaks the silence for how long, I am not sure, so lost in his eyes am I. Slowly, he starts to back away, encouraging me to follow with his soft hold on my hands and I do. Pausing at the timber doors, he pulls them open, steps up close and ever so slowly, Lachlan reaches down, puts and arm behind my back and the other behind my legs and lifts me into his strong arms, holding me to his chest. With my arms entwined about his neck, his lips descend on mine, pausing briefly before applying a feather kiss, so light, I could barely feel it. Another feather-light kiss follows then one a little firmer, lips pressing lips and I’m being swept away in a flood of desire. A partition blocks the view into most of the master bedroom, and he slowly walks past one end, holding me close. I feel completely at ease with the feel of him now and I realise, that is what he is doing, giving me the time to become comfortable with being so close. He really does understand and a lone tear caresses my right cheek as the only sign of the happiness I am feeling.
Though the lighting is soft, there is sufficient for me to see the room in detail without resorting to any of my sensors. Standing on a raised platform in the middle of this immense room stood a bed, the likes of which I have only ever seen in movies, Dark heavy timbers, solid and ornate legs, head and foot-boards that almost defy description with ornately carved figures, and detailed scroll-work. The ceiling is glass and the stars are shining in as I guess the moon would too at the right time of night. Matching the timbers of the bed, one entire wall has doors of similar craftsmanship and various pieces of furniture about, a table and two chairs, a couple of sofas, recliners in front of another of the many big screens that this house contains. Beneath our feet is a mix of plush carpeted runners traversing a polished timber floor, a couple of ceramic areas, a big one in front of a fireplace and a smaller near the front behind glass wall. I have never seen anything so magnificent in my life. Looking over his shoulder as he carries me towards the bed platform, the view, the whole situation and even the sheer magnificence of it all, it almost feels like a dream.
“Stand still,” he whispers breathlessly in my ear and placing me back on my feet next to the bed. “Close your eyes.”
I could use anyone of a myriad of sensors to know exactly what he was doing but I deliberately make sure I don’t. This experience is to be a sensation of the mind and the flesh only. He’s so close, I can feel his warmth but he’s moving, slowly to one side and the warmth is appearing in other places, hips, thighs, mid-riff and it’s becoming increasingly hard to stay still. He’s found a place on my back where, when the heat moves slowly up my left side, a wave of gooseflesh and a shiver shake me. I know he’s in front of me now and the warmth traverses my breasts, up my neck to my cheeks and back. Occasionally, Lachlan would just get a bit too close and I feel him touch me and it’s like a mini-jolt of electricity. This has to be the most exciting, yet frustrating thing I have ever experienced in my not-very-experienced past.
“Open your eyes – but stay still.” No spoken words, but his warm breath pursing between his lips are all I need to obey.
He hasn’t stopped what he was doing and I can now see what I suspected, his hands are traversing all over me as close as he can but without touching me. I also notice the robe is gone and he’s in long dark blue pyjama pants and nothing else.
“See,” he whispers up close to my ear. “It’s your turn, I’ll close my eyes.”
Hesitatingly at first, I edge closer until the bumps on my bra where my highly erect nipples are pressing are almost touching then I try to duplicate what I saw, moving my hands all over him without actually touching him while slowly walking a full circle around him. I wonder what he’s feeling because everywhere I seem to direct my body-heat, even more seems to be returned. I quickly have to lick my lips as I was starting to drool. When I am back standing in front of him again, he slowly opens his eyes and the smile almost brings another tear to my eye. He nods gently then reaches for my hips and firmly pulls me against him, then he kisses me again, the kiss of desire, of a hungry man and the kiss is perfect. When he stops for a breath, his hands glide up to my shoulders and my now un-fasted bra slides down my arms and falls to the floor then my breasts are pressed against his broad chest in a powerful embrace. The embrace I return would be equally strong and in that exact moment, the ultimate connection was made between us and commitment given and accepted. When he undoes my garter, I kick first one shoe off and then the other because as much as I liked the look of my white-clad legs, I want bare skin for this.
Soft hands begin a scant millimetre from my loins, slowly sliding down each leg in turn and removing the stocking. Those same hands slide back up my calves, my thighs at to my hips, seeking hold on the sides of my knickers while my hands and fingers trace paths through his hair. He has lovely hair. Then his hot breath is right there at my folds, his warmth sending goose-bumps surging up my spine and without realising it, I have grasped his hair tightly in both hands. A soft moan of despair escapes my lips when the very lightest touch of a tongue’s exploring tip is felt. My knees almost buckle. With that, he stands back up, pulls me into another fierce embrace then after once more scooping me into his arms, lays be on my back on the bed then after dropping his pyjama bottoms, slowly eases his way forward until he’s on his hands and knees over me and looking right into my eyes. Slowly I reach up and put my arms around his neck, pulling him into the kiss I so desperately need.
“Please, now. I need to feel like a woman again,” I gasp as the last shred of doubt vanishes as if it never existed at all.
“Patience, Dayna.” He whispers in my ear, the tip of his erection caressing my soft blonde curls. “This is your night.”
“I – I want you, Lachlan. I need you,” explodes breathlessly from my quivering mouth.
“Patience,” he whispers before moving down to envelop one of my now painfully erect nipples with his hungry lips. I know I’m whimpering. My back is arching into every touch and I can’t keep my legs still until he gets between them and I can cross my ankles behind his thighs. He’s moved to the other breast now and I am about a hair’s breadth from screaming when the suction on my nipple ceases and my mouth is devoured in a kiss. Then he is there, his erection first pressing on my moist folds then slowing after demanding entrance, gaining it and pushing inside me. The kiss – I’m so aroused – he’s in me – it’s so good, I can’t think straight and it becomes a blur of driving rhythm, questing hands, fiery kisses and insatiable appetites.
My first climax explodes out of nowhere, dragging nails up his strong back, toes curled and all I can think of is him, “oh Lachlan.” Suddenly, he withdraws, eases his way down and the next moment, my clitoris explodes at his delicate touch. I am sure I can feel it throbbing as he teases and torments, soft licks and firm, licks going up, than licks going down and starting as a ripple, a clitoral orgasm builds then it too sends my hands grasping, one in his hair, the other grasping the bedcovers and the scream is beyond my ability to prevent. Then he’s gliding back up me again, pausing only to worry each breast in turn with lips and hands before again delivering a kiss to distract me as he pushes his full and not insubstantial length deep inside me once again – and again. It feels so good. I can’t believe how good it feels. I’m holding onto him with all I’ve got, absorbing his powerful strokes and feeling him approaching his climax. I can’t help it. I’m crying, weeping almost but still aware enough to drive up with my pelvis to meet every powerful stroke as he fills me with his warm ejaculate. One final time, my climax rocks me to quivering stillness before I respond with a hug, a desperate hug, holding onto Lachlan with all I have as his pace slows to finally stop.
“You’re crying, did I hurt you,” Lachlan immediately looks worried and I almost laugh.
“They are tears of joy, Lachlan. Thank you, I don’t know what else to say, thank you. It was all I hoped for and more than I think you could ever comprehend.” I bury my face into his shoulder, arms wrapped around him and legs locked behind and cry myself to recovery. I can feel Lachlan slowly reducing inside so I relax the grip I have on him with my legs and he gently moves to a position alongside me and starts caressing my forehead and wiping away my tears.
“I had no real idea. This was really important to you, wasn’t it?” He mentions, pulling me closer against his chest.
“It was just perfect,” I lean over and kiss his lips tenderly, my left hand caressing his face and composing myself.
“You asked me to be honest,” Lachlan reminds me. “Dayna, I can’t recall ever having enjoyed myself so much. Put your fears to rest; you are most definitely a real woman, more real than many I could name. I was so aroused, I could barely restrain myself.”
Again, my tears flow and my happiness is complete. “You’ve given me back my life, Lachlan. You’ve turned a freak of science into a woman with dreams for a fulfilling life.”
“I’m overwhelmed, Dayna. I knew this was important to you, but I had no idea how deep your fears were.”
“Just hold me, please. Keep the magic alive a little longer,” and he does, pulling me hard against his chest and kissing me again.
Long into the night, I just lay in Lachlan’s arms, watching the slow rise and fall of his chest as he slept. The warmth of his body on my breasts has to be just about the best feeling ever and I have never before experienced a feeling of such, relief I guess is the best word to describe it. All my fears evaporated last night in his powerful embrace, washed away in a flood of tears of joy. I will be able to just be normal, have a normal life and suddenly, I am looking forwards to every challenge life and love can throw at me rather than dreading finding out that I couldn’t. Dawn is a line of pale light tracing the distant horizon and the stars overhead through the glass ceiling are starting to fade when I notice his breathing start to deepen as he begins to wake. Vincent may have given me life but Lachlan has given me a reason to live. The future now holds no doubts or fears and I can stride forth with a new-found confidence and with my head held high. Although his eyes aren’t yet open, his hand find the centre of my back and the embrace that faded last night as sleep enveloped him returns to remind me that everything that was wrong in my world he has made right.
Lachlan’s head turns to face me and his eyes creep slowly open. “Good morning, Dayna.” He softly says.
“Good morning, Lachlan.” I am hoping my smile conveys the warmth and gratitude I am feeling and I drape my arm across his chest then prop myself up onto one elbow, to better see his smiling face.
He hasn’t stopped what he was doing and I can now see what I suspected, his hands are traversing all over me as close as he can but without touching me. I also notice the robe is gone and he’s in long dark blue pyjama pants and nothing else.
“See,” he whispers up close to my ear. “It’s your turn, I’ll close my eyes.”
Hesitatingly at first, I edge closer until the bumps on my bra where my highly erect nipples are pressing are almost touching then I try to duplicate what I saw, moving my hands all over him without actually touching him while slowly walking a full circle around him. I wonder what he’s feeling because everywhere I seem to direct my body-heat, even more seems to be returned. I quickly have to lick my lips as I was starting to drool. When I am back standing in front of him again, he slowly opens his eyes and the smile almost brings another tear to my eye. He nods gently then reaches for my hips and firmly pulls me against him, then he kisses me again, the kiss of desire, of a hungry man and the kiss is perfect. When he stops for a breath, his hands glide up to my shoulders and my now un-fasted bra slides down my arms and falls to the floor then my breasts are pressed against his broad chest in a powerful embrace. The embrace I return would be equally strong and in that exact moment, the ultimate connection was made between us and commitment given and accepted. When he undoes my garter, I kick first one shoe off and then the other because as much as I liked the look of my white-clad legs, I want bare skin for this.
Soft hands begin a scant millimetre from my loins, slowly sliding down each leg in turn and removing the stocking. Those same hands slide back up my calves, my thighs at to my hips, seeking hold on the sides of my knickers while my hands and fingers trace paths through his hair. He has lovely hair. Then his hot breath is right there at my folds, his warmth sending goose-bumps surging up my spine and without realising it, I have grasped his hair tightly in both hands. A soft moan of despair escapes my lips when the very lightest touch of a tongue’s exploring tip is felt. My knees almost buckle. With that, he stands back up, pulls me into another fierce embrace then after once more scooping me into his arms, lays be on my back on the bed then after dropping his pyjama bottoms, slowly eases his way forward until he’s on his hands and knees over me and looking right into my eyes. Slowly I reach up and put my arms around his neck, pulling him into the kiss I so desperately need.
“Please, now. I need to feel like a woman again,” I gasp as the last shred of doubt vanishes as if it never existed at all.
“Patience, Dayna.” He whispers in my ear, the tip of his erection caressing my soft blonde curls. “This is your night.”
“I – I want you, Lachlan. I need you,” explodes breathlessly from my quivering mouth.
“Patience,” he whispers before moving down to envelop one of my now painfully erect nipples with his hungry lips. I know I’m whimpering. My back is arching into every touch and I can’t keep my legs still until he gets between them and I can cross my ankles behind his thighs. He’s moved to the other breast now and I am about a hair’s breadth from screaming when the suction on my nipple ceases and my mouth is devoured in a kiss. Then he is there, his erection first pressing on my moist folds then slowing after demanding entrance, gaining it and pushing inside me. The kiss – I’m so aroused – he’s in me – it’s so good, I can’t think straight and it becomes a blur of driving rhythm, questing hands, fiery kisses and insatiable appetites.
My first climax explodes out of nowhere, dragging nails up his strong back, toes curled and all I can think of is him, “oh Lachlan.” Suddenly, he withdraws, eases his way down and the next moment, my clitoris explodes at his delicate touch. I am sure I can feel it throbbing as he teases and torments, soft licks and firm, licks going up, than licks going down and starting as a ripple, a clitoral orgasm builds then it too sends my hands grasping, one in his hair, the other grasping the bedcovers and the scream is beyond my ability to prevent. Then he’s gliding back up me again, pausing only to worry each breast in turn with lips and hands before again delivering a kiss to distract me as he pushes his full and not insubstantial length deep inside me once again – and again. It feels so good. I can’t believe how good it feels. I’m holding onto him with all I’ve got, absorbing his powerful strokes and feeling him approaching his climax. I can’t help it. I’m crying, weeping almost but still aware enough to drive up with my pelvis to meet every powerful stroke as he fills me with his warm ejaculate. One final time, my climax rocks me to quivering stillness before I respond with a hug, a desperate hug, holding onto Lachlan with all I have as his pace slows to finally stop.
“You’re crying, did I hurt you,” Lachlan immediately looks worried and I almost laugh.
“They are tears of joy, Lachlan. Thank you, I don’t know what else to say, thank you. It was all I hoped for and more than I think you could ever comprehend.” I bury my face into his shoulder, arms wrapped around him and legs locked behind and cry myself to recovery. I can feel Lachlan slowly reducing inside so I relax the grip I have on him with my legs and he gently moves to a position alongside me and starts caressing my forehead and wiping away my tears.
“I had no real idea. This was really important to you, wasn’t it?” He mentions, pulling me closer against his chest.
“It was just perfect,” I lean over and kiss his lips tenderly, my left hand caressing his face and composing myself.
“You asked me to be honest,” Lachlan reminds me. “Dayna, I can’t recall ever having enjoyed myself so much. Put your fears to rest; you are most definitely a real woman, more real than many I could name. I was so aroused, I could barely restrain myself.”
Again, my tears flow and my happiness is complete. “You’ve given me back my life, Lachlan. You’ve turned a freak of science into a woman with dreams for a fulfilling life.”
“I’m overwhelmed, Dayna. I knew this was important to you, but I had no idea how deep your fears were.”
“Just hold me, please. Keep the magic alive a little longer,” and he does, pulling me hard against his chest and kissing me again.
Long into the night, I just lay in Lachlan’s arms, watching the slow rise and fall of his chest as he slept. The warmth of his body on my breasts has to be just about the best feeling ever and I have never before experienced a feeling of such, relief I guess is the best word to describe it. All my fears evaporated last night in his powerful embrace, washed away in a flood of tears of joy. I will be able to just be normal, have a normal life and suddenly, I am looking forwards to every challenge life and love can throw at me rather than dreading finding out that I couldn’t. Dawn is a line of pale light tracing the distant horizon and the stars overhead through the glass ceiling are starting to fade when I notice his breathing start to deepen as he begins to wake. Vincent may have given me life but Lachlan has given me a reason to live. The future now holds no doubts or fears and I can stride forth with a new-found confidence and with my head held high. Although his eyes aren’t yet open, his hand find the centre of my back and the embrace that faded last night as sleep enveloped him returns to remind me that everything that was wrong in my world he has made right.
Lachlan’s head turns to face me and his eyes creep slowly open. “Good morning, Dayna.” He softly says.
“Good morning, Lachlan.” I am hoping my smile conveys the warmth and gratitude I am feeling and I drape my arm across his chest then prop myself up onto one elbow, to better see his smiling face.
He reaches up, his hand on my head and gently pulls me into his good-morning kiss. “How are you feeling?” He asks tenderly.
“I don’t recall ever feeling more like a woman than I do right now, lying here in your arms.”
“You are an amazing woman, Dayna but,” he begins to edge his arm out from beneath me. “Nature calls, I’ll be right back.”
I can only smile when I notice his impressive erection as he climbs out of bed then the sight of his naked buttocks walking to the bathroom brings a deep sigh to my lips. In that exact moment, I know what I want to do so I climb out of bed, walk around to his side and kneel demurely on the floor beside the bed facing the bathroom door. A few minutes later, the door opens and he takes two steps then hesitates, before continuing his return to me. I pat the bed beside me with my left hand.
“Come sit beside me,” I smile, wondering if licking my lips would be too un-subtle but his knowing smile tells me it wouldn’t be so I do. Once he’s seated, I edge myself forward and get between his knees, my eyes never leaving his and is that a sparkle of anticipation I see reflected back? “You were all a woman could ever desire for me last night and I don’t think anyone could ever really understand how grateful I am.’ With that, I wrap soft fingers around his manhood then ever so slowly, I lean forward and apply the gentlest of kisses to the very tip. His fingers comb their way through my hair, caressing my cheek and teasing an ear. Open-mouthed, I take the tip inside, gently tracing its circumference with my tongue, first one way and then the other and relish feeling his legs tense slightly. A little suction draws more of him into my mouth and I can taste a faint hit of me on its soft skin, a heady reminder of the night just passed. I smile inwardly at the thought that not having to breathe as all people have to breathe is something I can really use to my advantage now. With no gag reflex to stop me, I suck almost his full length into my mouth and deep into my throat, tormenting his throbbing erection with firm licks and twirling motions with my tongue. Increasing my suction and slowly pulling back drags a soft moan from his mouth.
“Dayna,” he gasps.
I’d smile if I was capable but my mouth is almost as wide-open as it can get, relishing his firm throbbing thickness and savouring the faint lingering after-taste of last night’s love-making. Every returning memory reminds me of my gratitude and that powerful emotion alone is all the motivation I need to want to say thank you, my way. I can’t believe how aroused I am becoming or how fast. The urge to take a hand from nestling and cupping his scrotum or the one guiding his erection in and out of my mouth and touch myself is becoming more and more difficult to resist. I’m learning his levels of excitement too. I want him to anticipate the ending for a while yet rather than over-do it and have him peak and finish too fast. Sliding my tongue firmly along one side of his penis as I slowly suck it deeper seems to work best with Lachlan. I confirm this by doing it again but with my tongue pressing and moving its way along his length on the opposite achieving the same reaction, another gasp of pleasure. Doing this sees his hips start to rise then his eyes half-close, his back arches and I know he must be getting close. I feel him start to tense, but not for the reason I imminently expecting, that of his powerful climax, my head buried in his groin and his warm salty ejaculate coursing down my throat.
His strong hands come to rest on the side of my head and gently ease me away and then tilting my head back to look me in the eyes. No words are spoken, but he takes hold of me under the arms and with a heave, throws me onto my back on the bed. Before he can turn around, I’ve rolled onto my hands and knees, presenting him with my up-raised backside and smiling back over one shoulder, tempting him to do what we both want. After applying a little smack that stings/tingles for a second or two, he takes hold of my hips and advances on his knees gliding his manhood deep into my hungry folds.
“You don’t have to be gentle unless that’s your way, Lachlan.” I cheekily glance back and wink. “I’m tough but I’m yours; do what you want. I’ll love whatever it is you do.”
Slowly, he twists my hair around one of his hands, getting a good firm grip and I start trembling with anticipation. Then he slowly pulls my head back until just my barest finger-tips are still touching the bed. His free hand reaches to caress my throat, pressing a little and adding to the thrill before sliding down to cup and fondle one of my sensitive breasts. From here, rough fingers begin traversing my stomach then tickling my curls to finish dragging muffled squeals from my mouth and he torments my clitoris with strong fast fingers. Trying to resist just drives him deeper inside, further than he can when I’m on my back so I resist some more, twisting and arching my back, dragging gasps of exquisite agony from my red lips. Lachlan has amazing control too. I learned when he was close to climax when I was using my mouth but he seems to be holding off now, giving me his all and my pleasure knows no bounds. Whether its fate or just good timing on his part, we climax together, his orgasm beginning just a second before his driving thrusts explode my peak across my consciousness. Slowly, he releases the grip on my hair, and the tension of the orgasm slowly recedes, I ease myself down to lying on my stomach with him just holding me as we roll onto our sides, like two spoons nestled together.
“You’re killing me, woman,” he mumbles in my ear.
“You say the sweetest things, Lachlan.” He laughs softly as I snuggle back even closer.
“Dayna, you are an amazing contrast, from being an absolute delight to be with or an absolute vixen in bed.”
“I’ve always liked making love but now, it’s hard to explain. It feels even better to me, more feeling, more intense.” I shrug as best as I can with his arms around me. “My desire gets the better of me sometimes.”
“I adore your frank honesty, Dayna. You honestly mean everything you say. It’s so refreshing. Too many are prone to saying what they hope the other person wants to hear rather than what they truly feel. You are very unique that way.”
“I’ll admit, my motives were a little selfish. I had to know the truth, Lachlan. I’m not sure you can really fathom how much it means to me. The fact is, I am a cyborg and every part of me except my mind was manufactured on a work-bench or grown in a laboratory. I was human once and as far as I am concerned, you just removed the last doubt I ever held that I am still a human, in every way any woman is. I can now face all my life with that confidence of absolute belief. Confidence is the greatest gift you can give anyone except love, and you have given me my confidence back. I will forever be grateful.”
“Let me get this straight, you were concerned you would not feel real to me?”
“Yes, I had no way to really know. The only man I knew loved me both before and after I ended up in here. Reverse the situation, love would have you say what you hoped would please most. Let’s just say, I wanted an unbiased opinion and we’ll call it square. You can kiss me again if you like. I’ve never enjoyed receiving an – opinion so much before.”
Lachlan laughs softly. “You’re the sweetest, most exasperating, sensual, annoying, exciting women I have ever met, Dayna. Don’t you dare ever change who you are, for anyone.” Then he leaned down and delivered the kiss I hoped for with some questing hands fondling my breasts and caressing my body as an unanticipated extra – and my body responds – the pulse quickens.
With a little wriggling within his arms, I am able to turn around to face him then on placing one hand on his shoulder, ease him down until he’s lying on his back then quickly climb on top to kneel astride him, all the while keeping my face close to his. From beneath half-closed lashes, a smile then start easing myself down, finding the semi-erect bulge of his manhood and attempt to tease its soft length with my warm wet flower, open and in full bloom and awaiting his arousal to grow. Pressing both his hands to my breasts with my own hands, I sit up, manoeuvre my hips a little and, finding the exact position above him then as his erection swells and begins to grow and throb, he is growing inside me. It’s an absolutely exquisite feeling, my vagina being slowly stretched open. Slowly, ever so slowly, I start rocking my hips, feeling his manhood withdraw a little then rocking the other way until at full depth, the tip taps my cervix. By leaning forward, I can make each stroke rub my clitoris and on three consecutive strokes, a wave of goose-bumps courses up my spine eliciting a giant shiver, then another and another.
“I don’t recall ever feeling more like a woman than I do right now, lying here in your arms.”
“You are an amazing woman, Dayna but,” he begins to edge his arm out from beneath me. “Nature calls, I’ll be right back.”
I can only smile when I notice his impressive erection as he climbs out of bed then the sight of his naked buttocks walking to the bathroom brings a deep sigh to my lips. In that exact moment, I know what I want to do so I climb out of bed, walk around to his side and kneel demurely on the floor beside the bed facing the bathroom door. A few minutes later, the door opens and he takes two steps then hesitates, before continuing his return to me. I pat the bed beside me with my left hand.
“Come sit beside me,” I smile, wondering if licking my lips would be too un-subtle but his knowing smile tells me it wouldn’t be so I do. Once he’s seated, I edge myself forward and get between his knees, my eyes never leaving his and is that a sparkle of anticipation I see reflected back? “You were all a woman could ever desire for me last night and I don’t think anyone could ever really understand how grateful I am.’ With that, I wrap soft fingers around his manhood then ever so slowly, I lean forward and apply the gentlest of kisses to the very tip. His fingers comb their way through my hair, caressing my cheek and teasing an ear. Open-mouthed, I take the tip inside, gently tracing its circumference with my tongue, first one way and then the other and relish feeling his legs tense slightly. A little suction draws more of him into my mouth and I can taste a faint hit of me on its soft skin, a heady reminder of the night just passed. I smile inwardly at the thought that not having to breathe as all people have to breathe is something I can really use to my advantage now. With no gag reflex to stop me, I suck almost his full length into my mouth and deep into my throat, tormenting his throbbing erection with firm licks and twirling motions with my tongue. Increasing my suction and slowly pulling back drags a soft moan from his mouth.
“Dayna,” he gasps.
I’d smile if I was capable but my mouth is almost as wide-open as it can get, relishing his firm throbbing thickness and savouring the faint lingering after-taste of last night’s love-making. Every returning memory reminds me of my gratitude and that powerful emotion alone is all the motivation I need to want to say thank you, my way. I can’t believe how aroused I am becoming or how fast. The urge to take a hand from nestling and cupping his scrotum or the one guiding his erection in and out of my mouth and touch myself is becoming more and more difficult to resist. I’m learning his levels of excitement too. I want him to anticipate the ending for a while yet rather than over-do it and have him peak and finish too fast. Sliding my tongue firmly along one side of his penis as I slowly suck it deeper seems to work best with Lachlan. I confirm this by doing it again but with my tongue pressing and moving its way along his length on the opposite achieving the same reaction, another gasp of pleasure. Doing this sees his hips start to rise then his eyes half-close, his back arches and I know he must be getting close. I feel him start to tense, but not for the reason I imminently expecting, that of his powerful climax, my head buried in his groin and his warm salty ejaculate coursing down my throat.
His strong hands come to rest on the side of my head and gently ease me away and then tilting my head back to look me in the eyes. No words are spoken, but he takes hold of me under the arms and with a heave, throws me onto my back on the bed. Before he can turn around, I’ve rolled onto my hands and knees, presenting him with my up-raised backside and smiling back over one shoulder, tempting him to do what we both want. After applying a little smack that stings/tingles for a second or two, he takes hold of my hips and advances on his knees gliding his manhood deep into my hungry folds.
“You don’t have to be gentle unless that’s your way, Lachlan.” I cheekily glance back and wink. “I’m tough but I’m yours; do what you want. I’ll love whatever it is you do.”
Slowly, he twists my hair around one of his hands, getting a good firm grip and I start trembling with anticipation. Then he slowly pulls my head back until just my barest finger-tips are still touching the bed. His free hand reaches to caress my throat, pressing a little and adding to the thrill before sliding down to cup and fondle one of my sensitive breasts. From here, rough fingers begin traversing my stomach then tickling my curls to finish dragging muffled squeals from my mouth and he torments my clitoris with strong fast fingers. Trying to resist just drives him deeper inside, further than he can when I’m on my back so I resist some more, twisting and arching my back, dragging gasps of exquisite agony from my red lips. Lachlan has amazing control too. I learned when he was close to climax when I was using my mouth but he seems to be holding off now, giving me his all and my pleasure knows no bounds. Whether its fate or just good timing on his part, we climax together, his orgasm beginning just a second before his driving thrusts explode my peak across my consciousness. Slowly, he releases the grip on my hair, and the tension of the orgasm slowly recedes, I ease myself down to lying on my stomach with him just holding me as we roll onto our sides, like two spoons nestled together.
“You’re killing me, woman,” he mumbles in my ear.
“You say the sweetest things, Lachlan.” He laughs softly as I snuggle back even closer.
“Dayna, you are an amazing contrast, from being an absolute delight to be with or an absolute vixen in bed.”
“I’ve always liked making love but now, it’s hard to explain. It feels even better to me, more feeling, more intense.” I shrug as best as I can with his arms around me. “My desire gets the better of me sometimes.”
“I adore your frank honesty, Dayna. You honestly mean everything you say. It’s so refreshing. Too many are prone to saying what they hope the other person wants to hear rather than what they truly feel. You are very unique that way.”
“I’ll admit, my motives were a little selfish. I had to know the truth, Lachlan. I’m not sure you can really fathom how much it means to me. The fact is, I am a cyborg and every part of me except my mind was manufactured on a work-bench or grown in a laboratory. I was human once and as far as I am concerned, you just removed the last doubt I ever held that I am still a human, in every way any woman is. I can now face all my life with that confidence of absolute belief. Confidence is the greatest gift you can give anyone except love, and you have given me my confidence back. I will forever be grateful.”
“Let me get this straight, you were concerned you would not feel real to me?”
“Yes, I had no way to really know. The only man I knew loved me both before and after I ended up in here. Reverse the situation, love would have you say what you hoped would please most. Let’s just say, I wanted an unbiased opinion and we’ll call it square. You can kiss me again if you like. I’ve never enjoyed receiving an – opinion so much before.”
Lachlan laughs softly. “You’re the sweetest, most exasperating, sensual, annoying, exciting women I have ever met, Dayna. Don’t you dare ever change who you are, for anyone.” Then he leaned down and delivered the kiss I hoped for with some questing hands fondling my breasts and caressing my body as an unanticipated extra – and my body responds – the pulse quickens.
With a little wriggling within his arms, I am able to turn around to face him then on placing one hand on his shoulder, ease him down until he’s lying on his back then quickly climb on top to kneel astride him, all the while keeping my face close to his. From beneath half-closed lashes, a smile then start easing myself down, finding the semi-erect bulge of his manhood and attempt to tease its soft length with my warm wet flower, open and in full bloom and awaiting his arousal to grow. Pressing both his hands to my breasts with my own hands, I sit up, manoeuvre my hips a little and, finding the exact position above him then as his erection swells and begins to grow and throb, he is growing inside me. It’s an absolutely exquisite feeling, my vagina being slowly stretched open. Slowly, ever so slowly, I start rocking my hips, feeling his manhood withdraw a little then rocking the other way until at full depth, the tip taps my cervix. By leaning forward, I can make each stroke rub my clitoris and on three consecutive strokes, a wave of goose-bumps courses up my spine eliciting a giant shiver, then another and another.
With my eyes closed and my head rolling side to side, I just maintain a gentle rhythm, slowly lifting myself off his wonderful penis then slowly lowering myself back but pressing down hard so he goes in deep every time – slowly up – slowly down. His hips and hands will tell me when it becomes time to increase the pace and the intensity but until then, I’m just absorbing every exquisite feeling I can from his male intrusion surging within me. When his hips at first begin just moving a little in time with my movements, I lean forward a little more and increase my pace a little. He can now contribute and his pelvic thrusts become stronger, timing his up-thrust with my downwards one until our skin is slapping together like solo applause. My gaze is locked onto his eyes, watching his face, trying to read every tiny nuance of expression so I know best how to please this wonderful man. My breasts he really enjoys, from holding and cupping them, as if guessing the weight, then squeezing and pulling, tweaking a nipple now and then, to make sure I am paying attention I suppose, and smile at that thought. My absolute focus and concentration are right here and right now, doing my absolute best to thank the man who gave me the freedom to be me.
Lachlan’s grip on my waist begins to tighten and as his eyes close, I know he’s getting close to his peak. “Let it go my wonderful man,” I mouthe in his ear. “Give me all you have and make me even more thankful.”
“Oh Dayna,” and his climax erupts within me, so I sit up and ride his storm with equal force until the calm afterglow of lingering smiles, deep breathing and sweaty brows returns.
I can feel his sperm draining from me and there will be a dreadful wet-spot underneath him when we move but I lower myself down to his side and drape an arm over his wonderful chest, he’s asleep in a minute. Knowing this charming and wonderful man as I now know him, I quite sure that this will not be the first occurrence of sex-soiled linen the cleaners have encountered nor do I expect it will be the last. There is a certain attraction Lachlan has that makes him quite irresistible to my fellow members of the female sex. He’s a genuinely honest man, perceptive, sensitive and I like to think my intelligent company was a good part of the reason for his enjoyment. I think he has been hurt badly at some time in the past because although he tries hard to conceal it, I see faint glimpses of pain in his eyes in the aftermath of our most intense moments together. He’s a self-made man and has done very well for himself and enjoys the trappings of his success and I suspect achieving this success became his sole goal in life. If he is even half as inspirational to anyone else such as he has been for me, then he has every right to this life-style and to continue doing so for as long as he wishes.
Once his slow deep breathing tells me his sleep is sound, I ease my arm off his chest, he stirs a little but doesn’t wake so I edge slowly out from under the covers and head for the bathroom. There are two showers, one looks big enough to be a carwash and the other, a smaller glass cubicle with a hand-held shower-head. After poking about in a few cupboards, I find a half-full bottle of a shampoo brand I have used in the past and some thick washcloths. The towels turn out to be in the tall cupboard at the opposite end of the room and guests are obviously supposed to grab one on the way in to the bathroom. After a thorough douching, my hair washed and scrubbed clean with some no-name brand body wash that smelt faintly of strawberries, I rinsed off, turned the water off and started drying myself. I decided to be greedy and grabbed an extra towel to wrap my hair in as the bulk of the water soaked away. I checked on Lachlan on the way to the kitchen and after some browsing, found some bacon rashers and five eggs in the refrigerator. The coffee machine was easy to work once I figured out where to put the coffee in and that had begun heating up.
A skillet hanging from a hook over the island bench will suffice and I hope it’s a usable frypan rather than decorative ornament. How does he find anything in all these cupboards, I find myself wondering a couple of time. I just found the salt while looking for plates so that will come in handy if I ever find the plates; I’ll remember where it is. The sun is up by now and the reactive glass this house has is taking the glare and all but the light and a little heat out and as soon as I turn the grill on, I can hear the soft hum of an exhaust fan starting. After making sure I have the utensils I need and I’m not about to set a fire alarm off, I start cracking eggs into the pan the bacon rashers all the while being extra careful to not get the towel I’m wrapped in splattered with cooking fat.
“Dayna,” a groggy voice intrudes and I turn to he’s now wearing his pyjama pants again but is bleary-eyed and scratching his head.
“Good morning you wonderful man: How do you like your eggs?”
“What are you doing?”
“I’m actually about to launch the Queen Mary IV; would you like a glass of champagne?” I quip with a smile. “I’m cooking breakfast. Is that a problem?”
He staggers over and wraps his arms around me. “No, it’s not a problem. I’m just used to doing it.”
“You’ve done quite enough this weekend. Go find a nice seat somewhere and I’ll bring you breakfast; let me spoil you for a while. Don’t look at me like that, I’m not taking no for an answer.”
Lachlan wanders off shaking his head while I start filling plates, gathering condiments, cutlery and two cups of coffee on a silver serving-tray and set off to find him. He’s on a smaller balcony at a glass-topped outdoor setting that both faces and ends at the edge of the pool.
“Breakfast is served,” I laugh as I glide up to the table; kiss him on the cheek and start dispensing the meal before walking around and taking a seat opposite him. “Did I forget anything? I’ll go get it if so.”
“How on earth do you do it,” he asks, lifting a coffee to his lips and tentatively testing temperature and taste.
“Nuclear-powered sex drive,” I mention in a rather off-handed manner and he sprays coffee everywhere and starts gasping and coughing.
By the time I’m back with a cloth to clean up his mess, he’s stopped coughing and spluttering and started laughing so that’s a good sign. “You’re full of surprises, Dayna, and that’s no lie. I’ve never met anyone so, free I guess seems the best word. You just say what you think.”
“But I don’t do that, Lachlan. I’m doing it now because you are the man I chose to do these things for and to share my soul with. Tomorrow, I’ll be the complete and confident woman. I’ll be my normal Doctor Dayna Milton, department manager, back at work and all business once more but I will treasure our time together for as long as my memory lasts. I don’t need you to understand why I am grateful. I need you to accept the fact that I am and I chose to do what I did with you because I wanted to. I’m a woman so is it pride or vanity that hopes you’ll remember me too.”
Enjoy
Ls x
Lachlan’s grip on my waist begins to tighten and as his eyes close, I know he’s getting close to his peak. “Let it go my wonderful man,” I mouthe in his ear. “Give me all you have and make me even more thankful.”
“Oh Dayna,” and his climax erupts within me, so I sit up and ride his storm with equal force until the calm afterglow of lingering smiles, deep breathing and sweaty brows returns.
I can feel his sperm draining from me and there will be a dreadful wet-spot underneath him when we move but I lower myself down to his side and drape an arm over his wonderful chest, he’s asleep in a minute. Knowing this charming and wonderful man as I now know him, I quite sure that this will not be the first occurrence of sex-soiled linen the cleaners have encountered nor do I expect it will be the last. There is a certain attraction Lachlan has that makes him quite irresistible to my fellow members of the female sex. He’s a genuinely honest man, perceptive, sensitive and I like to think my intelligent company was a good part of the reason for his enjoyment. I think he has been hurt badly at some time in the past because although he tries hard to conceal it, I see faint glimpses of pain in his eyes in the aftermath of our most intense moments together. He’s a self-made man and has done very well for himself and enjoys the trappings of his success and I suspect achieving this success became his sole goal in life. If he is even half as inspirational to anyone else such as he has been for me, then he has every right to this life-style and to continue doing so for as long as he wishes.
Once his slow deep breathing tells me his sleep is sound, I ease my arm off his chest, he stirs a little but doesn’t wake so I edge slowly out from under the covers and head for the bathroom. There are two showers, one looks big enough to be a carwash and the other, a smaller glass cubicle with a hand-held shower-head. After poking about in a few cupboards, I find a half-full bottle of a shampoo brand I have used in the past and some thick washcloths. The towels turn out to be in the tall cupboard at the opposite end of the room and guests are obviously supposed to grab one on the way in to the bathroom. After a thorough douching, my hair washed and scrubbed clean with some no-name brand body wash that smelt faintly of strawberries, I rinsed off, turned the water off and started drying myself. I decided to be greedy and grabbed an extra towel to wrap my hair in as the bulk of the water soaked away. I checked on Lachlan on the way to the kitchen and after some browsing, found some bacon rashers and five eggs in the refrigerator. The coffee machine was easy to work once I figured out where to put the coffee in and that had begun heating up.
A skillet hanging from a hook over the island bench will suffice and I hope it’s a usable frypan rather than decorative ornament. How does he find anything in all these cupboards, I find myself wondering a couple of time. I just found the salt while looking for plates so that will come in handy if I ever find the plates; I’ll remember where it is. The sun is up by now and the reactive glass this house has is taking the glare and all but the light and a little heat out and as soon as I turn the grill on, I can hear the soft hum of an exhaust fan starting. After making sure I have the utensils I need and I’m not about to set a fire alarm off, I start cracking eggs into the pan the bacon rashers all the while being extra careful to not get the towel I’m wrapped in splattered with cooking fat.
“Dayna,” a groggy voice intrudes and I turn to he’s now wearing his pyjama pants again but is bleary-eyed and scratching his head.
“Good morning you wonderful man: How do you like your eggs?”
“What are you doing?”
“I’m actually about to launch the Queen Mary IV; would you like a glass of champagne?” I quip with a smile. “I’m cooking breakfast. Is that a problem?”
He staggers over and wraps his arms around me. “No, it’s not a problem. I’m just used to doing it.”
“You’ve done quite enough this weekend. Go find a nice seat somewhere and I’ll bring you breakfast; let me spoil you for a while. Don’t look at me like that, I’m not taking no for an answer.”
Lachlan wanders off shaking his head while I start filling plates, gathering condiments, cutlery and two cups of coffee on a silver serving-tray and set off to find him. He’s on a smaller balcony at a glass-topped outdoor setting that both faces and ends at the edge of the pool.
“Breakfast is served,” I laugh as I glide up to the table; kiss him on the cheek and start dispensing the meal before walking around and taking a seat opposite him. “Did I forget anything? I’ll go get it if so.”
“How on earth do you do it,” he asks, lifting a coffee to his lips and tentatively testing temperature and taste.
“Nuclear-powered sex drive,” I mention in a rather off-handed manner and he sprays coffee everywhere and starts gasping and coughing.
By the time I’m back with a cloth to clean up his mess, he’s stopped coughing and spluttering and started laughing so that’s a good sign. “You’re full of surprises, Dayna, and that’s no lie. I’ve never met anyone so, free I guess seems the best word. You just say what you think.”
“But I don’t do that, Lachlan. I’m doing it now because you are the man I chose to do these things for and to share my soul with. Tomorrow, I’ll be the complete and confident woman. I’ll be my normal Doctor Dayna Milton, department manager, back at work and all business once more but I will treasure our time together for as long as my memory lasts. I don’t need you to understand why I am grateful. I need you to accept the fact that I am and I chose to do what I did with you because I wanted to. I’m a woman so is it pride or vanity that hopes you’ll remember me too.”
Enjoy
Ls x
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Eating breakfast
Bravo
I've always enjoyed when ever you've given us a chance to read some of your work and this is without doubt, some of your very best.
The detail you put into it conjures a complete visual experience in the mind of the reader.
I've tried posting the action sequences from various novels but FCN being FCN, the erotica seems to garner the most interest.
Prior to that chapter, the women was heading home from work when she was ambushed by some terrorists.
By the time the police SWAT teams arrived on scene, it was all over and all they had to do was sweep up the mess.
They we're also able to fill 4 coroners vans with body bags and she was unarmed.
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I'd have enjoyed reading the previous chapter to be fair. I enjoy good action pieces and I'd have liked to see how you made the transition between them both.
I get what your saying about Fcn being as it is, and I'm sure what you've treat us to will certainly get a lot of attention lol. But I quite liked the fact that she knows she's different, but aspires to be seen and loved as ( for want of better words) a real woman. With all the wants, needs and desires that that entails.
I'd have enjoyed reading the previous chapter to be fair. I enjoy good action pieces and I'd have liked to see how you made the transition between them both.
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