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They make for a far-ranging mind. So I was inspired to write a little something. I hope you enjoy, and would love to have any feedback you would care to leave.
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I had just finished my time on the treadmill; thirty-five minutes, varying speeds and inclines. My legs had that tired, warm and somewhat rubbery feeling from the workout and now it was on to the weights to complete the night.
I tended to stay away from the workout room during the day. There always seemed to be oo many people with the radio or tv way too loud - and I didn't like having to change my routine because someone else was using a particular machine when it was my turn. Later on in the night, once the office was closed and most people were slouched in their easy chairs watching the latest round of caterwalling on American Idol - that's when I liked to get my workout in. Sometimes, like this night, I turned out the lights, using the flickering glow of the lights on the machines or the muted tv tuned to the NASA cable channel to guide me through the routine. My own soundtrack played on my iPod, set to randomly shuffle through a seemingly never-ending variety of my favorite music - music that inspired me or moved me and eased me through the movements of whatever set I was on.
I stepped off the treadmill and took a long, slow pull from the bottle of cold, cold water that I always kept with me, then moved over to the machine that would torture my shoulders and chest for the next few minutes. I set the weight and reclined on the seat, spreading my arms to reach for the handles.
The first set was easy, it almost always was. The second started getting difficult, but I worked steadily, concentrating on the rhythm - push, hold, slowly ease the weight back down. I increased the weight and started into the third set, closing my eyes to concentrate and feeling the burn spread down my shoulders and into my chest.
I never heard you enter the room. How could I with the pulse of my heart and the music in my ears? My first indication that there was someone else in the room was the cold metal of the handcuffs as they slipped around my wrists, securing my arms, spread wide, to the arms of the machine. My heart skipped a beat and I surged forward, but the last set on the weights had sapped any strength I may have had left to pull my arms free. My eyes snapped open, but the room was now totally dark - the tv had been turned off, and the other machines unplugged.
I opened my mouth to speak, but your hand descended over it, gently silencing me, dragging first your finger and then your finger nail across my lips. As my eyes adjusted to the darkness, the shadow of your body, black on black, slowly revealed itself.
You sat down, straddling me, and lowered your body to mine. I could feel your breasts pushing against my chest - your nipples hard nubs pressing into me through the fabric of our shirts. One hand still on my lips, you reached up with the other, pulling the earphones from my ears and letting them drop to the floor.
Your lips found their way to my neck, and slowly nibbled their way up to my ear.
"Shh. Just relax and enjoy. I've been watching you and wanting this for so long now."
You continued to kiss and lick and nibble at my ear and neck, working your way back down to the hollow between my collar bones. My mind still reeled, racing frantically to find a way to escape - but my body wanted none of it, and responded - raising gooseflesh along my arms and legs and my face tilted back, baring the rest of my neck to you, which you hungrily devoured - caressing it with your lips and tongue.
You pulled yourself up and sat back, and I felt a slight tug at my shirt and heard the quick snip of scissors. The cold steel of the blades raised more gooseflesh, and my nipples contracted into tiny points of feeling, sending little shocks through my body as you pulled my shirt open.
Your hands were warm against my body and they expertly moved across my chest and over my shoulders. You knew what you were doing. You ran them back down my chest, carefully avoiding my nipples, gently massaging and exploring your way down my sides and across my stomach. I relaxed into the bench, lost in the sensations of your touch.
A soft moan escaped my lips as you leaned back into me - your shirt gone - and pressed your breasts into my flesh. Your mouth nibbled and kissed at the middle of my chest, then lazily wandered to my nipple. Drawing it in with your lips, you sucked at it with increasing force, then gently bit down sending another shock straight down. I could feel myself growing hard beneath your weight, pushing up into you, but restrained by my shorts. I moaned quietly again.
You slowly slid off of me, kissing and licking your way down my chest and sliding your body between my legs. Your hand reached down and lightly grasped my hardness and I felt your smile against my stomach.
You chuckled softly, "That's better."
Taking my shorts in hand, you slid them off to the floor. I felt your lips at the inside of my knee as your ran your hands up my calves and over my thighs. You stopped at the crease of my hips and then lightly pulled your nails down the inside of my thighs. Your kisses moved up the inside of my legs, tracing the path your nails had made, growing more urgent and more toothy as you got closer to where my legs met.
Your hand grasped me firmly and I felt the hotness of your breath against me. Then I felt your tounge, its softness first against the base of my shaft, then slowly rising up my length, cupping and caressing in one long, elecrtic stroke.
I moaned again and strained against the bonds that held my wrists - not to escape, but to reach down and touch you and pull you closer. You took me into your mouth and slowly began to sink back down my length. I couldn't get free of the cuffs and sank back against the bench, the sensation of your mouth, tongue and hands on me sending waves of warmth and pleasure coursing through my body.
You reached up and rolled my nipples through your fingers - first one, then the other - tweaking them with just the right force to make me squirm. I grew harder in your mouth and raised my hips to meet you as your mouth descended again.
You stood quickly, then straddled me again, pushing yourself higher on my stomach, where I could feel your moistness as you pressed against me. I felt your breast touch my cheek and I turned my face toward it, seeking your nipple with my lips and tounge. As I sucked and nipped at it, you began slowly rubbing yourself against me, dragging your moistness across the hair on my belly. I turned my head to find the other nipple, repeating my eager attentions to it, feeling it grow fuller and harder in my mouth.
You pulled back, and stand astride me, slowly ran your finger across the moistness between your legs. Bringing your finger to my lips, you slowly pushed it into my mouth so I could taste your excitement. I sucked at your finger, running my tongue along it as you had with me, savoring the smell and taste of you.
You grasped my shoulders, and slowly lowered yourself toward me. You rocked your hips back so that the length of me was pressed against your warmth. Slowly you began moving back and forth, caressing me within your folds and grinding your clit against me. A soft moan escaped your lips as you pressed yourself against me with more and more pressure. I pressed back with my hips, eager to be inside you.
You chuckled again seductively, then raised yourself up until the tip of me just barely grazed you. With one long, slow motion, you lowered yourself onto me, and I felt your warmth and moistness slide over me. We gasped in unison.
Slowly you began to rock your hips back and forth, grinding your clit against me. I could feel myself moving within you and began to rock my hips in time with you. You shifted your weight and rose off me, then lowered yourself back down, starting a new rhythm. With each dip, as I thrust to meet you, you let loose a small, breathy cry, feeling me deep inside you.
You leaned forward, moaning against my chest and increasing the pace. Your lips sought my nipples, giving them quick nips and then sucking at them - again sending streaks of electricity straight down to where our bodies met, urging me to thrust into you harder and harder.
You reached up and wrapped your hands around the back of my head. You pulled me toward you and our lips met, each trying to devour the other. You bit at my lips, I sucked at your tongue and nipped back. I felt your body tense as our rhythm grew even faster. You pressed your mouth hard against mine and moaned loudly into it as I felt you begin to shudder. I could feel your warmth clench and release me in time with your climax, and I could feel my own building within me. You sensed it coming, and returned your attention to my nipples, rolling them in your teeth and tweaking them with your lips.
My body tensed, and I thrust up into you with all my strength. You pushed back and clenched me tightly within you as I came and moaned with the intensity.
You laughed out loud, then pressed your mouth to mine for a long, deep kiss. Wiggling your hips, you slid off me. I gasped at the feeling. You laughed again.
I felt your hands on either side of my face, and then you draped a towel across my eyes, securing it tightly behind my head. It had already been dark enough to limit sight to shadow upon shadow, but now I could see nothing at all.
I heard you pull on your clothes, then felt your lips against my cheek. After one final, passionate kiss, you stepped away.
You purred into my ear, "See you around sometime."
I heard the door to the workout room close. I panicked, and pulled at the cuffs. They came away from the arms of the machine with a clink, and I was free.
© 2006, AkaashB'en.
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I had just finished my time on the treadmill; thirty-five minutes, varying speeds and inclines. My legs had that tired, warm and somewhat rubbery feeling from the workout and now it was on to the weights to complete the night.
I tended to stay away from the workout room during the day. There always seemed to be oo many people with the radio or tv way too loud - and I didn't like having to change my routine because someone else was using a particular machine when it was my turn. Later on in the night, once the office was closed and most people were slouched in their easy chairs watching the latest round of caterwalling on American Idol - that's when I liked to get my workout in. Sometimes, like this night, I turned out the lights, using the flickering glow of the lights on the machines or the muted tv tuned to the NASA cable channel to guide me through the routine. My own soundtrack played on my iPod, set to randomly shuffle through a seemingly never-ending variety of my favorite music - music that inspired me or moved me and eased me through the movements of whatever set I was on.
I stepped off the treadmill and took a long, slow pull from the bottle of cold, cold water that I always kept with me, then moved over to the machine that would torture my shoulders and chest for the next few minutes. I set the weight and reclined on the seat, spreading my arms to reach for the handles.
The first set was easy, it almost always was. The second started getting difficult, but I worked steadily, concentrating on the rhythm - push, hold, slowly ease the weight back down. I increased the weight and started into the third set, closing my eyes to concentrate and feeling the burn spread down my shoulders and into my chest.
I never heard you enter the room. How could I with the pulse of my heart and the music in my ears? My first indication that there was someone else in the room was the cold metal of the handcuffs as they slipped around my wrists, securing my arms, spread wide, to the arms of the machine. My heart skipped a beat and I surged forward, but the last set on the weights had sapped any strength I may have had left to pull my arms free. My eyes snapped open, but the room was now totally dark - the tv had been turned off, and the other machines unplugged.
I opened my mouth to speak, but your hand descended over it, gently silencing me, dragging first your finger and then your finger nail across my lips. As my eyes adjusted to the darkness, the shadow of your body, black on black, slowly revealed itself.
You sat down, straddling me, and lowered your body to mine. I could feel your breasts pushing against my chest - your nipples hard nubs pressing into me through the fabric of our shirts. One hand still on my lips, you reached up with the other, pulling the earphones from my ears and letting them drop to the floor.
Your lips found their way to my neck, and slowly nibbled their way up to my ear.
"Shh. Just relax and enjoy. I've been watching you and wanting this for so long now."
You continued to kiss and lick and nibble at my ear and neck, working your way back down to the hollow between my collar bones. My mind still reeled, racing frantically to find a way to escape - but my body wanted none of it, and responded - raising gooseflesh along my arms and legs and my face tilted back, baring the rest of my neck to you, which you hungrily devoured - caressing it with your lips and tongue.
You pulled yourself up and sat back, and I felt a slight tug at my shirt and heard the quick snip of scissors. The cold steel of the blades raised more gooseflesh, and my nipples contracted into tiny points of feeling, sending little shocks through my body as you pulled my shirt open.
Your hands were warm against my body and they expertly moved across my chest and over my shoulders. You knew what you were doing. You ran them back down my chest, carefully avoiding my nipples, gently massaging and exploring your way down my sides and across my stomach. I relaxed into the bench, lost in the sensations of your touch.
A soft moan escaped my lips as you leaned back into me - your shirt gone - and pressed your breasts into my flesh. Your mouth nibbled and kissed at the middle of my chest, then lazily wandered to my nipple. Drawing it in with your lips, you sucked at it with increasing force, then gently bit down sending another shock straight down. I could feel myself growing hard beneath your weight, pushing up into you, but restrained by my shorts. I moaned quietly again.
You slowly slid off of me, kissing and licking your way down my chest and sliding your body between my legs. Your hand reached down and lightly grasped my hardness and I felt your smile against my stomach.
You chuckled softly, "That's better."
Taking my shorts in hand, you slid them off to the floor. I felt your lips at the inside of my knee as your ran your hands up my calves and over my thighs. You stopped at the crease of my hips and then lightly pulled your nails down the inside of my thighs. Your kisses moved up the inside of my legs, tracing the path your nails had made, growing more urgent and more toothy as you got closer to where my legs met.
Your hand grasped me firmly and I felt the hotness of your breath against me. Then I felt your tounge, its softness first against the base of my shaft, then slowly rising up my length, cupping and caressing in one long, elecrtic stroke.
I moaned again and strained against the bonds that held my wrists - not to escape, but to reach down and touch you and pull you closer. You took me into your mouth and slowly began to sink back down my length. I couldn't get free of the cuffs and sank back against the bench, the sensation of your mouth, tongue and hands on me sending waves of warmth and pleasure coursing through my body.
You reached up and rolled my nipples through your fingers - first one, then the other - tweaking them with just the right force to make me squirm. I grew harder in your mouth and raised my hips to meet you as your mouth descended again.
You stood quickly, then straddled me again, pushing yourself higher on my stomach, where I could feel your moistness as you pressed against me. I felt your breast touch my cheek and I turned my face toward it, seeking your nipple with my lips and tounge. As I sucked and nipped at it, you began slowly rubbing yourself against me, dragging your moistness across the hair on my belly. I turned my head to find the other nipple, repeating my eager attentions to it, feeling it grow fuller and harder in my mouth.
You pulled back, and stand astride me, slowly ran your finger across the moistness between your legs. Bringing your finger to my lips, you slowly pushed it into my mouth so I could taste your excitement. I sucked at your finger, running my tongue along it as you had with me, savoring the smell and taste of you.
You grasped my shoulders, and slowly lowered yourself toward me. You rocked your hips back so that the length of me was pressed against your warmth. Slowly you began moving back and forth, caressing me within your folds and grinding your clit against me. A soft moan escaped your lips as you pressed yourself against me with more and more pressure. I pressed back with my hips, eager to be inside you.
You chuckled again seductively, then raised yourself up until the tip of me just barely grazed you. With one long, slow motion, you lowered yourself onto me, and I felt your warmth and moistness slide over me. We gasped in unison.
Slowly you began to rock your hips back and forth, grinding your clit against me. I could feel myself moving within you and began to rock my hips in time with you. You shifted your weight and rose off me, then lowered yourself back down, starting a new rhythm. With each dip, as I thrust to meet you, you let loose a small, breathy cry, feeling me deep inside you.
You leaned forward, moaning against my chest and increasing the pace. Your lips sought my nipples, giving them quick nips and then sucking at them - again sending streaks of electricity straight down to where our bodies met, urging me to thrust into you harder and harder.
You reached up and wrapped your hands around the back of my head. You pulled me toward you and our lips met, each trying to devour the other. You bit at my lips, I sucked at your tongue and nipped back. I felt your body tense as our rhythm grew even faster. You pressed your mouth hard against mine and moaned loudly into it as I felt you begin to shudder. I could feel your warmth clench and release me in time with your climax, and I could feel my own building within me. You sensed it coming, and returned your attention to my nipples, rolling them in your teeth and tweaking them with your lips.
My body tensed, and I thrust up into you with all my strength. You pushed back and clenched me tightly within you as I came and moaned with the intensity.
You laughed out loud, then pressed your mouth to mine for a long, deep kiss. Wiggling your hips, you slid off me. I gasped at the feeling. You laughed again.
I felt your hands on either side of my face, and then you draped a towel across my eyes, securing it tightly behind my head. It had already been dark enough to limit sight to shadow upon shadow, but now I could see nothing at all.
I heard you pull on your clothes, then felt your lips against my cheek. After one final, passionate kiss, you stepped away.
You purred into my ear, "See you around sometime."
I heard the door to the workout room close. I panicked, and pulled at the cuffs. They came away from the arms of the machine with a clink, and I was free.
© 2006, AkaashB'en.
