Sabine Esmeray

“Boggle Part II”

Added 2024-03-07 03:36:45 +0000 UTC

(Please see trigger warning from part 1)

I arrive at your place, sliding lithely off my bike and recovering the key from beneath your cheeky doormat. I slide it quietly into the deadbolt and the anticipated effortless turn eludes me. The boldness I built up on the ride over is taken down at the knees, when my expectation of slipping into your domain with graceful ease, is thwarted by a stupid lock. I worry the jostling will wake you. I’m grateful you don’t have dogs because mine would be going nuts at the disturbance. It’s late and I pray to the primordial void that you’re sleeping, otherwise this will all be in vain and highly embarrassing. Relief melts over my heart when I finally locate the sweet spot and feel the satisfying turn that permits me entrance.

I slide in like a shadow and carefully close the door while suspending the knob to prevent the click that would rattle my bones. My chest is pounding with anticipation. There isn’t a sound in the darkness. I quietly peel off my flats and glide through the kitchen toward your bedroom. My heart jumps into my throat as a creak in the ancient floorboards jostles my insides. This is a bad idea, I shouldn’t be here. What if you don’t want this? What if you throw me out? The prospect of rejection and humiliation cause my stomach to tighten in the wake of a tidal wave of nausea. I should just continue within the safe confines of normal courting procedures. What the hell am I thinking? My brain flips through all the messages you’ve sent over the past weeks that have left my panties soaked and my nipples pebbled. You knew exactly what you were doing when you sent those. There’s no way to know for sure but I feel the odds are in my favor.

I arrive at your door and turn my lustful gaze to your sleeping form.

Beautiful.

The proximity to you bolsters my pain tolerance and ebbs the ache of fear. The din of our combined breath looms in the space between us. The otherwise deafening silence is soon to be cracked by the pitched resonance of moving fabric and snapping of hot, decadent moisture between skin. I take a step closer, and then another. The crush of polyester fibers beneath the pad of my foot is a racket. I wonder if you can feel my heartbeat even over the meter between us. Your body is splayed supine with the sheets and blankets already out of the way, leaving your underwear as my only obstacle. I stand over you and brace myself for contact. I know the second my fingers curl into your waistband, There will be no turning back. It’s all or nothing. I steel myself and trace a deft finger along your lower belly. I brace my other hand on the mattress beside your head. My lower hand gently brushes you over the cotton garment. You wiggle your hips sleepily but, remain unaware of my presence. I wonder how long I can tease you in this state before the signals of pleasure from your lower half become too much to ignore.

(Cock)

I trace the outline of your unassuming cock. After a beat, it begins to reach for the soft friction and movement. I swirl my hand, exploring your abdomen and thighs, alternating between the pressure of my finger pads to the tickling firmness of the backs of my nails. Lust begins to weigh on my eyelashes. I’m lulled into tracing the folds of your boxers like I revel in pulling the soft bristles of a watercolor brush over the texture of luxurious paper. I watch as my touch delivers pleasure like pigment to the thirsty canvas, the color seeping in and dispersing to be built upon, to create something beautiful.

You toss and turn a bit but, I continue to calmly stroke your body. Heat begins to build between my legs as I witness your body’s response to my touch. Your cock grows harder and harder with each pass. I see wetness pooling at your tip and soaking through your underwear. I lean down and wrap my lips around you and apply pressure with my tongue. My nipples harden and a wave of delight rolls through my core.

My hand works its way to the skin on your lower belly and frolics in your soft hair for a moment. I dip it into the elastic and peel it down over you in one swift movement. Your eyelids fly open in alarm and my hot, wet mouth has already reinstated its place on your bare cock. My tongue roves over the veins now throbbing with the jolt of fear that rushed through your body and found that arousal was already awake and on duty. My tongue swirls, savoring each unique undulation of you. I grab your base between my thumb and forefinger, dipping the former down below your balls and applying pressure to your taint. My other hand splays and smooths over your belly like a spring breeze, that carries flower petals to the warm flesh below your sternum. I deliver small, dynamic movements with both hands to overwhelm your brain, and prevent it from settling into a rhythm of expectation.

I take you to the threshold of my throat. The depth coaxing more wetness to descend around you like a veil of slick, moist bliss. I pump my mouth and swirl my tongue, giving you everything I have. I’m nervous that you will throw me off of you and tell me to leave. I’m determined to give you the most incredible blowjob of your life, because I fear that otherwise, I won’t be enough. I told myself I came here to gain the upper hand in our game; but, if I’m being really honest with myself, you’ve already won. I need you and I came here because I can’t be without you any longer. I feel you lean back on your forearms and watch me work. I look up at you with pleading eyes as I suck, as if asking your permission to let me stay. The way I’m licking you, I might as well be begging. Please, please let me stay.

Please give me that tiny kernel of praise that lets me know I make you feel good. Even if you don’t want to keep me, I’ll be glad to know I was the source of your joy, even for a moment.

I look up at you again and that mask of sleepy confusion begins to succumb to lust.

A moan escapes your lips and I feel all my apprehension wash away.

I know, at least, I have you for tonight and thats more than enough to show you what you’ve been missing. I’ll worry about the future later. Right now, in this moment, I’m going to unleash all of my magic onto you, so that you that you feel wanted and loved and taken care of. I’m going to douse you in golden pleasure until there is only warm sunshine left inside of you. I’m going to and stop time and make you forget all the shit you have to do. I’m going to carve out a little pocket of the spirit world where your existential fears cannot survive, and your stress can’t see or smell you. Your moans of ecstasy build the wards of our little paradise and I’ll reach into your depths and pull more and more, until this place that exists between us, becomes your salvation.

We will fall asleep in each others arms and in the morning, I’ll fill your belly with homemade pancakes, while we dance to music that lifts our hearts. I’ll kiss you and give you your very own pair of bewitched rose colored glasses to wear out into the world.

(Pussy)

My fingertips brush over your cotton clad pussy like a breeze. I use the backs of my nails to deliver the tickling sensation I know conjures the heat I seek. Lust begins to weigh on my eyelashes. The trance is similar to when I get lost in pulling the soft bristles of a watercolor brush over the texture of luxurious paper. I watch as the energy of our contact ripples like pigment on a thirsty canvas, the color seeping in and dispersing, laying the foundation to build a beautiful masterpiece.

You toss and turn a bit; tiny, insensible mews form in your chest and fall out of your lips like the sweetest spring water. I continue to calmly explore your body and heat begins to build between my legs, as I witness your response to my touch. I lean down and sweep my lips across your mound and breathe you in. My nipples harden and a wave of delight rolls through my core.

My hands work their way back to the skin on your lower belly and frolic in your softness. I hook the elastic of your panties on both sides of your hips and pull down in one swift movement. Your eyelids fly open in alarm and my hot, wet mouth makes delicious contact with your soft lips. My tongue roves over and between your folds. The connection pulls a moan from the depths of my core, and I offer it to yours. My hands resume their needy exploration of your perfect body.

I feel you seize up beneath me and I know you’re finally awake. You post up propelled by a jolt of fear, but relax when your mind finally captures recognition. I flatten my tongue and savor the play between our lips. There’s so much heat between us. I slide one hand down and tease the lower part of your pussy where I have not yet unleashed your arousal. I make room for my tongue to do the honor of parting you and on the upstroke, my finger swiftly takes its place inside of you. My other hand burrows under your t-shirt and brushes the underside of your breast, winding closer and closer to its peak. I deliver small, dynamic movements with both hands to overwhelm your brain, and prevent it from settling into a rhythm of expectation. When my top hand finds your nipple reaching for me, another moan escapes me and falls right into you.

I dip my tongue into you, sharing the space with my finger as I prepare you for a second. Both fingers curl up into you, beckoning more of you to me. I will my tongue to spell out what is in my heart. I’m nervous that you will throw me off of you and tell me to leave. I’m determined to give you the most incredible orgasm of your life because I fear that otherwise, I won’t be enough. I told myself I came here to gain the upper hand in our game; but, if I’m being really honest with myself, you’ve already won. I need you and I came here because I can’t be without you any longer.

I feel you watching me work. Gods your beautiful eyes could turn me to stone but, conjure my bravery and look up at you, a disciple pleading at the altar of her goddess’ temple.

Please give me that tiny kernel of praise that lets me know I make you feel good. Even if you don’t want to keep me, I’ll be glad to know I was the source of your joy, even for a moment.

I hold your gaze and witness that mask of sleepy confusion crumbling into to the tempestuous waters of lust.

A moan escapes your lips and I feel all my apprehension wash away.

I know, at least, I have you for tonight and thats more than enough to show you what you’ve been missing. I’ll worry about the future later. Right now, in this moment, I’m going to unleash all of my magic onto you, so that you that you feel wanted and loved and taken care of. I’m going to douse you in golden pleasure until there is only warm sunshine left inside of you. Im going to stop time and make you forget all the shit you have to do. I’m going to carve out a little pocket of the spirit world where your existential fears cannot survive, and your stress can’t see or smell you. Your moans of ecstasy build the wards of our little paradise and I’ll reach into your depths and pull more and more until, this place that exists between us, becomes your salvation.

*Story mixtape for both part I and II*

“Boggle” Mega Mango

“Dancing In The Dark” Lucy Dacus

“Off To The Side” by L’Impératrice

“Blurt” Mega Mango

“Tiramisu Fraise” La Fine Equipe, Blanka

“We Belong” by RAC, Katie Herzig

“Derniére Dance” by Indila

“Feels Right” Big Piig

“Clue” Mega Mango

“CUFF IT” by Beyoncé

“Down” Marian Hill