The World of Hitotsuboshi

HAVE YOUR CAKE...AND EAT HER TOO.

2020-06-12T07:18:29Z

I think this one came out much better. I hope you enjoy! Leave me a comment if you like, here or on my Facebook page!

She hears the key rattle in the front door. She smiles but does not stop what she is doing. Biting her lower lip, she concentrates on squeezing just the right amount of her homemade buttercream frosting out of the piping bag, The cake is to be tonight's special dessert.

She was hoping to be done before he got home but had spent a little extra time in the bath and then doing her hair and makeup. She hadn't seen him in nearly a week and wanted everything to be perfect.

She hears the sound of luggage being rolled in through the door onto the tiled entryway. He's so close now that her breath nearly catches in her throat. She feels him standing in the doorway behind her. Even though she tries to keep concentrating on the cake, she can feel his eyes caress her body and knows that if she turned around right now, she'd see a slow smile spread across his face. Just a few more squeezes and the cake will be done.

She nearly gasps as she feels the heat from his body press against her back. A sigh escapes from between her lips as his mouth finds that perfect spot on the side of her neck. He has always known exactly where to plant his kisses to make her melt. Her hand shaking, she places the piping bag on the counter and closes her eyes, trying to still her breathing.

Before she can get back to work, she feels his strong arms turn her around and lift her up, placing her firmly on the counter top. She smells his cologne and beneath that, the unmistakable scent, the same one that lingers on his pillow in their bed. The smell she knows as HIM.

His whisper rumbles in her ear, "I've missed you little one." He cuts short her answer by pressing his lips to hers. His lips part and she allows his tongue entrance, meeting it with hers. As their kiss deepens and her arms wrap around his neck, she gets a nagging thought that she is forgetting something.

Breaking the kiss and dropping her hands, she pushes him back a little, Laughing, she reaches between her spread thighs and pulls out the piping bag from underneath herself, She looks up at him and sees that twinkling in his eyes that tells her that he has had a sudden wicked thought.

As she looks for somewhere to put the piping bag down, she lets out a loud gasp as he yanks her legs froward and pushes her back onto the counter. She feels her elbow land in the cake she spent so long decorating. About to protest, she feels the flat of his tongue lick the frosting off the inside of her thigh. His lips continue up, leaving warm wet kisses until the tip of his tongue parts her to taste of her sweetness. Her protest dies on her lips and the last thing she thinks before the pleasure overtakes her is..."who needs cake?"

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IT'S IN THERE...SOMEWHERE

2020-06-10T05:33:31Z

Wanting to get back into writing again. It has been so long but I can feel the words wanting to come out. They are not easily removed from where they have been hiding though. Please bear with me.

A little something written while trying to quiet my mind.

A commanding presence felt across a room
A murmur from the crowd
A face...a voice
The sound of footsteps approaching
Head raises to see...
A sparkle in kind eyes
Hot breath like a desert wind on a cheek
Warm moist lips on the curve of a neck
A shiver
Yes, right there...
A sweet smile
A grin returned
A hand extended
And met
And so the dance begins.

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THOUGHTS OF AN INSOMNIAC

2012-12-16T04:24:22Z

I wrote this one on my cell phone one late night/early morning when I couldn't sleep. I was deep in thought about someone. Some of you can probably guess who.

Cool air caresses my body as I lie here in the dark. Waiting. For what? I do not know.

Perhaps the warmth of skin pressed to mine. Hot breath in my ear. Moist lips on my neck.

No words, just sounds. The melody of the music. The whoosh of the fan. The soft moans.

Hand on my hip. Fingers tugging and rubbing. A hardness making itself known.

The saltiness of skin. The milkiness of a pearl lifted on the tip of the tongue. The tanginess of sweet nectar flowing.

Lips grazing across sensitive skin. Nails claw down my back. Teeth sharp on inner thigh.

The smell of skin, floral and soap. The whiff of after shave. The scent of arousal strong.

Emptiness filled, again and again. Soft enveloping warmth clinging. Strong legs pulling you in, more and more.

The slow ascent to the precipice. The driving need, faster and faster. The long screaming descent.

Only now does one word ring in the night...

MINE

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A NEW STORY, SORT OF

2012-10-18T21:21:06Z

I have to confess this wasn't written totally by me. We did a kind of pass around thing among a group of friends. I wrote the beginning paragraph and the ending one. When it was done, I read it at one of my shows. Thank you to some of the residents of Inworldz. I love you guys!

GAMES PEOPLE PLAY

Her eyelids flutter, lashes sweeping her cheek. He watches her in the diffused light that the dawn brings. As she stirs, his eyes sweep the curves of her body. They stop at the marks on her and he smiles to himself remembering what happened last night. (Ichie)

It started when she grabbed the remote and hid it behind her back. Annoyed, he reached to pull it away from her, only to meet her eyes and feel her hunger wash over him, drenching him in heat. Television forgotten, he pursued her as she rose from the couch, his eyes locked to hers until she lowered her head and she stepped back, pushing the remote further behind her back. (M)

A huge smirk spreads across his face and he says with his most forceful and demanding voice, "Oh , so you think this is all fun and games? We discussed all of our likes and dislikes when we were talking of your submission.. You, my dear agreed to never interrupt my football games and here we are nary two days in and you are getting playful."

He tosses her slender body over his shoulder and spanks that bubble butt repeatedly as he marches to the dungeon. His face changes from smirk to desire and arousal and he knows what awaits them. Her hunger and desire and her seemingly willingness to please are what caught his attention to begin with.
(Q)

Yes, she had been here before. How many times he carried her down the stairs over his shoulder? She knew however, that as he was slapping her ass that her pungent sexual musk was already permeating the air and his hand was already feeling the parting of her legs flailing in the air . . . within moments he would . . . again . . put her down and pull her into him. Much like a rag doll she would flop against his chest and his mouth would find hers parted and waiting.
(F)

The dungeon was dark and musty, as a dungeon should be. It wasn't naturally this way, they had worked tireless evenings to convert their basement and produce the desired effect. And now that it was complete, they seemed to end up here frequently, more so than either of them had originally envisioned. Last night was especially memorable, and they were finding it increasingly difficult to keep the love marks on her body from view in their daily lives. But it was worth it, and again tonight, the stage was set for what promised to be another unforgettable encounter.
(W)

Smiling to himself, he notices the sun has risen higher in the sky. As he shifts, she rolls over toward him on the bed. He brushes the hair from her forehead and and his fingers stroke the indentations that his teeth left on her neck. As leans over to kiss it. He sees something black under the corner of her pillow. As he reaches over her, she snuggles closer to him drawn by his heat. He waits for her to settle in again then lifts the pillow. Peering under it, he sees the TV remote and grins. (Ichie)

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NOW

2011-08-12T06:42:25Z

Things have been so hectic here after our trip. I'm still trying to get back into the swing of things. Here is a little story to keep your mind...and hands...busy. ENJOY!

NOW

She hungers for his touch. Every waking moment is spent with him on her mind. He invades her dreams. Even in the dreams not about him, he is there in the periphery, watching.

Her body tingles and aches at the thought of him, but is kept at the precipice, waiting. At the sound of his voice, it awakens, wet.

He calls and she answers. He commands and she goes to him. When they meet, she is still tentative. His desire for her is almost palpable but she is afraid of overstepping.

He pulls her to him and she snuggles into his lap. His breath is warm on her face as he speaks to her. His lips are soft and gentle when he kisses her. His voice is quiet yet compelling, as he whispers to her.

She has had other men. She has loved others and in turn been loved. None have affected her as he has.

She watches him intently as his hands wander, stroking her legs and hips. She wonders why he has chosen her but is happy that he has. His palms slide across her belly until finally settling on her breasts. He seemingly weighs them in his hands, then his thumbs stroke the nipples softly, barely perceptible. For her sensitive nipples, it is like rubbing sandpaper across them. She inhales sharply letting the wave of electricity and longing wash over her. Her back arches and as she is pushing her breasts harder into his grip, she feels him twitch and harden beneath her.

He lowers his face to her left breast and his tongue snakes out from between his lips to take a quick taste. The point of it circles around her tiny nipples thoroughly wetting her dark areolas. They pucker at first then fill as her nipples grow harder. His mouth opens wider and both the nipple and areola disappear into it. As he starts to suckle, she feels his tongue rubbing along the underside of her nipple pressing it against his hard palate.

She reaches out, cradling his head in her left hand while stroking his temple with her right. Her heart is pounding so hard that she is sure he must both feel and hear it. Her head tips forward to plant a kiss on his forehead. She realizes how very much she loves him and how different her life is now with him in it.

He pulls his mouth away from her left breast to kiss her slow and gentle before moving to the other side. When his breath touches her right breast, the more sensitive one, her whole body jerks. His eyes are watching her as he pulls that nipple between his lips and resumes nursing. Her eyes close and she shudders. She could explode now in deep wrenching spasms, but it is not time yet. He does not permit it yet. Teetering on the brink, she wills her heart to slow down while taking deep breaths to relax herself.

She is wet, so wet that she can feel a single drop slowly sliding down her nether lips into the crack of her ass. She can smell herself, the heat building up in her core pushing the scent upward toward her nostrils. She feels the let down reflex in her breast and a gush of new warmth between her legs in response.

He reaches down and massages her mons with the heel of his hand, while his fingers dip in to the slick pool below it. Shifting, he lays her on her back, his mouth never leaving her breast. His fingers explore deeper into her. Sighing, she stretches out then reaches down between his legs. Her fingers deftly undo his pants and release the hardness residing inside.

Her soft hands grip its shaft and her fingers trace the veins running up its length. Her thumb extends out to brush against the soft sponginess of its crown and she strokes the ridge running along the underside. She hears him groan and smiles.

He inserts a digit in to her, then two, gently stretching her. She spreads her legs wider to allow him deeper access. When his thumb hits her clit, she tenses and her opening clenches around his fingers. She looks at him questioning…pleading. In his eyes she sees his answer. “Not yet”

She closes her eyes again and wills the storm to back down again.

His ministrations don’t stop and soon she is writhing under him. She is lost in the complete need she has for him to take her. A low growl starts at the back of her throat, her breath coming in heaving gasps.

His cock, the head wet with precum, is still in her hand and he extricates it and places himself over her. She cries out at the loss of contact but starts to purr again when she feels him at her entrance.

Her eyes fly open when he penetrates her fully. She sees him shake his head and her body shudders with the effort of holding the waves back. She moans and clutches at him as he rides her, his cock pulling nearly out then sinking back into her molten depths over and over again. She feels her walls twitch around him. He whispers words of encouragement, words of love, words of desire into her ears.

His voice gets deeper, huskier and she feels his body start to tense. Tears are forming in her eyes at her efforts, her breathing ragged. As she opens her eyes to look at him, he smiles and she hears the word she is looking for. “Now”

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Testing

2011-08-12T01:07:50Z

This is a test. I'm trying out a new site. Want to see if it still auto updates Twitter and FB. So you can continue to reach me at LiveJournal or follow me over to DreamWidth. I will be cross posting to both until further notification.

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Knock Knock...No One Out There But Me

2011-08-11T18:17:20Z

So here I am at another site. I think I've set up everything just where I want to. So essentially this is a test posting I suppose. Which is okay since I have no readers yet. Just rambling a bit to get a lot of words down and then we'll see what happens.

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