Sunday, January 3, 2010

What He Desired

She leaned in. He could feel her breath. Warm. Moist. A chill crept up his neck. He could feel the hairs on his neck starting to stand on end. It had been so long.

Her breath. His arousal. He was becoming aroused. He swelled – in his cage. His cage was limiting his growth. Squeezing him firmly.

His cage was preventing her mouth from touching him. She was so close to him. He could feel her breath but he would not be feeling her mouth envelop him.

She continued breathing right in front of the cage. Her tongue reached forward. The tip of her tongue flicked in and out of the hole at the end of the cage. Teasing him. Taunting him. God, he wanted her.

Her hand. Her soft hand with her slender fingers. Her hand stretched forward. Her fingers traced the ring that secured the cage in position, brushing him ever so gently. She cupped him in her palm and drew him toward her mouth.

Her mouth. Her moist lips. Her velvety tongue. Her lips. Her lips stretched forward and enveloped the cage. She peered upward at him. Her loving eyes locked with his. She maintained her gaze as she slowly moved her lips back and forth along the cage, periodically flicking the hole at the end with the pointed tip of her tongue.

A tear trickled down his cheek. This was heaven. This was hell. This was what he desired - he couldn't have what he desired.


  1. Glad to see you taking a crack at the creative side. I think it was your panties on the back step story that first caught my eye.