He Takes Me

Mr. D and I had an amazing date on Friday night.  He took me out for a lovely dinner at a really nice Fish House then we went walking on the beach and to a couple art galleries and a Chocolatier.  It was relaxing and so lovely to be pampered by him.  Afterwards, on the drive home, we stopped at what I thought would be a secluded beach area near a place I used to live.  Turns out it was quite busy with people.  Ah well, sometimes plans are made to be broken.  The following are Mr. D’s words of what happened… 


We park in a seemingly desolate lot
The moon is a slight crescent casting little light
The ocean is behind us
The war memorial is before us
We move near the lit memorial
I take your blonde locks in my hand
Force you to me and willingly you kiss me
You sense my need and passion
I kiss you madly and deeply
My hand lifts your dress and moves aside the red lace
I run my fingers roughly over your mound
Capturing your gasp with my mouth
I burrow into you tracing circles on your clit
Your hands pull me into you
Gripping my sides, arms, neck and head
You want this
You want me to take you
I bury my finger in you
I kiss your neck and bite your shoulder
Exulting in the sounds you emit
My cock is rock hard and I take it out
Moving your hand to it
I continue to kiss and finger you
Voices nearing…
Damn, we pause and collect ourselves

They pass and I spin you around
Commanding you to place your hands on the low cement wall
I raise your skirt and shift the panties aside
I impale you with my shaft
Your gasp speaks volumes
In the spotlight of the memorial
For any to see
I take your hips in my hands
Pulling and thrusting I lose myself in you
Long minutes of daring bliss
Again voices near
Damn, damn, damn the luck

But again we go unnoticed
I remove my belt and bend you over
The sound of the thick leather on your skin is euphoric
The black belt on your pristine white ass
I am entranced
I strike you again and again
Relishing the sound and sight of it
Then voices, a gaggle of teens
In physical pain I break the moment
They approach and we depart

We collect ourselves and move to the waiting car
You kiss me and tell me you want more
I am beside myself with lust and ardor
I crave your body and soul
I need to make you cry out from untamed feelings
The pain, the pleasure, the connection
I am tormented and yet content
I bide my time and remember….
For now – we head home.



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