Friday, February 8, 2013

Without further delay, I’ll continue on with my latest story, Learning Lea.

Learning Lea (entry 13)

They remained like that for a few moments, Carl buried deep within Lea’s throat, him going soft, Lea remaining still, aware that to do anything more—to further stimulate Carl—would be too much. Lea took pride in how Carl experienced his strongest orgasms when she went down on him. How, when he did finally lose control, his pleasure rippled through his body, overtaking every inch of him, making each nerve ending hyper sensitive, almost to the point of being painful. So, lips held delicately, yet securely, around the base of Carl’s shaft, Lea waited, basking in the taste of him, the effects of her own orgasm still warming her body.        

Thursday, February 7, 2013

Back to my latest story, Learning Lea….

Learning Lea (entry 12)

Lea relaxed into the restrictive hold, intent to not gag. Her body reacted. Her pleasure soared. Lea felt her orgasm build. Carl unwrapped his legs from around her head, allowing Lea to stroke the full length of him with her mouth. Each time the head of him pressed and then slipped past the back of her throat, Lea’s orgasm built until one final swallow caused her to cry out her orgasm, her body quivering in response.

Carl’s breathing became harder. He was losing control. His orgasm built until in one mighty jerk, he thrust himself further down Lea’s throat. As his orgasm overtook his body, he made guttural sounds. Indistinguishable, they mimicked no known language. What spilled from Carl’s mouth were animalistic sounds cast by one overcome with sheer pleasure. There were grunts and moans interspersed with what, to the unaware, might have sounded like anguished cries, as Carl fought to regain control, freezing mid-motion.

Stay tuned to see what happens next….

Tuesday, February 5, 2013

Without further delay….

Learning Lea (entry 11)

It was easy for Lea to fit all of Carl into her mouth while he was still partially soft. She liked that—the sensation of all of him in her mouth yet not filling it. Lea caressed him, using her lips, tongue and the slightest pressure with her teeth. Carl’s body reacted. He grew to fill Lea’s mouth, his head pressing the back of Lea’s throat. She began to gag and pull back, but his grip on her hair held her in place.

Lea could sense rather than see the smile on Carl’s face as he pressed her down further on him. To some, it might appear that what Carl was doing was solely to please himself. But Lea knew better. This is what she liked best. It’s what she craved—Carl taking charge and using her. Lea’s excitement grew, allowing her to relax. She swallowed and felt Carl slip past the back of her throat. The sensation was almost hypnotic, causing her to relax further. Carl moaned and then wrapped his legs around Lea’s head, holding it in place, him buried deep within her throat.

I hope you’ll tune in tomorrow to see what happens next.

Wednesday, January 30, 2013

Learning Lea (entry 9)

Carl pulled back, his face growing serious, his hand suddenly around her throat, not in threatening way—not yet, but enough to get her attention. Lea smiled. She liked it when Carl took charge. “Ah, ah, ah,” he said. “None of that. I want to grow hard in your mouth.”

Feeling playful and a tad deviant, Lea tried to stroke him with her free hand. Carl clasped her wrist with an iron hold. “I see you’re feeling full of yourself tonight,” he said, as he slipped his other hand from around her throat to grab a handful of her hair at the base of her scalp. He rolled onto his back and directed Lea’s head over his partial erection. Once he had her in position, he said, “Put me in your mouth.”

Lea looked down at her prize and could tell Carl was using great control to keep himself partially soft. It made her happy to realize she’d have Carl in her mouth longer, him fighting to remain partially soft. Urgings stirred deep within her, as she slid him into her mouth.

Tune in tomorrow to see what happens next….

Friday, January 25, 2013

Lea didn’t get it.  Try as she might, she couldn’t seem to grasp how others flowed so effortlessly through life.  She wanted their key. Their understanding. Their ability to make sense of what, to her, seemed like a foreign language or worse, as if she’d been plucked from the face of one planet and plunked down on another where nothing made sense.

So Lea was an observer. She studied the mannerisms of others as if she had a master’s degree in people watching. Nothing they did, said or gestured missed Lea’s scrutiny. Yet, though she absorbed it all, making sense of what she saw and heard…that was the hard part, requiring a PhD that Lea just didn’t possess.

But Lea was bright.  Being gifted with higher intelligence than most didn’t always help her translate what she’d observed into something she could understand, but it did allow her to seem to fit in—most of the time. And that was okay. Though Lea would have preferred gaining that PhD in people watching, she was more than content with her master’s degree ability to mimic what she heard and saw so she could muddle her way through life without raising too much suspicion. After all, Lea needed to stay off the radar.

Carl pulled Lea from her thoughts by placing a gentle kiss on the back of her neck. He began at her hairline and traced his way down her spine. In response, Lea’s body covered with a blanket of gooseflesh. Her nipples grew hard. Her breathing increased. Carl’s lips strayed from Lea’s spine. There was a moment of nothing and then…Carl bit Lea’s side. Not hard enough to break the skin, but hard enough for her to gasp. Lea’s mind became a blur of pain and pleasure, the delicious cocktail of which stirred urgings down low, making her wet. Carl’s hands circled round her, each finding an erect nipple to pinch. Lea cried out, no longer concerned about voicing her pleasure.

Stay tuned to see what happens next….

Thursday, January 24, 2013

Well, since I didn’t get any responses—good or bad—to my blog yesterday, inquiring how folks felt about my latest story, Learning Lea, I suppose I’ll carry on with it. So without further ado….

Learning Lea

Growing up, Lea had anything but the sheltered life, yet the perceptions she held and beliefs she clung to were seasoned with an irresistible innocence rare in someone who’d gone through all she had…. One of those perceptions was that nice women weren’t loud during sex. Only tramps and whores cried out their pleasure. Carl had taught her otherwise. And for that, Lea had been grateful.

To finally be able to express her pleasure…. Lea shook her head at how liberating that had felt…continued to feel.  And yet, there were times, as with tonight, when Carl had to gently remind her that it was okay to make noise. To let him hear how much she enjoyed what she was feeling.

It was as if whenever Lea’s change had her slip between realities, her re-emersion to being just her was an awkward one.  As if with the transformation, old habits and misperceptions clung to her like a protective cloak, masking how she really felt. Shielding her from the indelible marks society and its mystery left on her.

That’s how Lea felt much of the time—that life was a mystery.  Those around her had the key of how to act and proceed through life with grace while she stumbled and faltered her way along, each step taken a struggle to maintain her balance. It seemed—had always appeared—that Lea saw the world through eyes different than those around her. Many times she trusted, only to find out later that trust had been misplaced. Other occasions found her acting in good faith, her gestures being misconstrued by others as…wrong. They weren’t wrong, just…naïve.

Check back tomorrow to see what happens next…. 

Wednesday, January 23, 2013

Thus for, I’ve made five entries from my latest story, Learning Lea. I’m having fun writing and sharing excerpts from the story but am unsure how it’s being received. From my blog stats, I know that folks are tuning in and, I assume, reading my posts.  But I’m not sure of their reactions.

Are readers are bored with my latest story? Intrigued? Put off by it? Like it? Would like me to stop and move onto something else? Or are folks interested in finding out more about Learning Lea?

Since I write this blog for the readers who tune in daily, I’d like to know which direction they would prefer I go. Once I get some feedback, I will make the appropriate adjustments, if needed, and carry on.

Tuesday, January 22, 2013

Continuing on with my latest story, Learning Lea....

Learning Lea

Lea tried to roll over, to face him, but Carl wrapped his arm around her and held her in place with ease. Lea gave in, knowing what this meant. Tonight was to be her night—a night devoted to pleasing her. Yes, Carl would be satisfied as well, but that wasn’t his goal—not tonight. The way his hands traced her body, cupped first one breast and then the other, giving each nipple a slight pinch, caused Lea to let loose a slight growl. She couldn’t help it. The sound vibrated deep in the back of her throat. 

“Open your mouth,” Carl urged.

Lea smiled. Once a quiet lover who resisted making the smallest sounds of pleasure, she’d been resistant to making any noise. But Carl was patient. A good teacher. Whenever Lea clenched her jaw shut and growled, her way of withholding sounds of pleasure, Carl would coax her to open her mouth. Lea was surprised by how much Carl enjoyed hearing her pleasure. How much it excited him. Spurred him on to…to.... 

Tune in tomorrow to find out more about Lea.

Monday, January 21, 2013

Since today begins a new week, I thought I’d kick off the week with a new entry from my latest story, Learning Lea.  Without further ado.

Learning Lea

Carl stroked her hair.  The sensation of his hand pressing against the side of her head comforted Lea, causing her to snuggle into his touch. A soft moan escaped her throat. But as much as she enjoyed Carl’s touch, another part, one that dwelled deep within her, cried out, “No. Please. Don’t touch me with kindness. I’m not worthy. You don’t understand. The things I’ve done.... Want to do…. Think about—all the time….

Lea felt Carl scotch his body closer to hers. He pressed against her, making her aware of his arousal. “You asleep?” he asked, his voice no longer tinged with sleep. His need for her rolled off his tongue, each spoken word dripping with his desire.

No matter what Lea was feeling at the time, it all faded to a blurred oblivion whenever she heard the lust in Carl’s voice. His desire called to her like a perfect symphony, each note being played to perfection, lulling her with its precision.

Lea shivered. Not from the cold but from anticipation. “No,” she said, as she pressed her hips back, nestling their bodies closer together.

Carl nuzzled the back of her neck, tracing upward to behind her ear. Lea’s breath caught. She reached back and grabbed the outside of his thigh, its muscled definition giving way only slightly to her touch. She squeezed harder and sighed when she heard him suck in air all at once.

Tune in tomorrow to find out what happens next….

Thursday, January 17, 2013

When I left off last with my newest story, Learning Lea, Lea is in bed with Carl. But Lea isn’t at peace. How could she be when her body is going through a metamorphosis where her alabaster skin darkens and becomes covered in spots just as her nails lengthen to dangerous claws?

But then, something happens. Continue reading to se what becomes of Lea when Carl touches her.

Learning Lea

She had no idea how long she laid there, feeling her metamorphosis slip in and out like the dimmer on a light switch being turned first one way and then the next.  Each rotation of the knob either intensified Lea’s transformation or caused it to fade, morphing her china doll alabaster skin back to its flawless state.

The razor tips of her nails receded to smooth rounded edges. The spots faded, going…Lea knew not where. She didn’t need to know. Not really. Lea was content with the knowledge that the blemishes left—could leave—at all.

Each time she went through the change, Lea worried it might be the last.  That this time might be the one where the spots would remain—forever.  That her alabaster skin would be a mere memory, replaced by silky tan fur decorated with chocolate brown splotches that were outlined in black smudges.

Lea’s rapid-firing brain began to slow. With each breath she took, her body relaxed. The tension she’d been carrying slipped away. Each of her troubled memories lifted from her like layers of sheer fabric being pulled away, until all the remained was…her…Lea.  Not the spotted being she’d been mere moments before.

Wednesday, January 16, 2013

Prior to my taking a much-needed hiatus over the holiday, I’d begun posting bits of my latest story, Learning Lea. Today, I’ll repost all excerpts I’d previously posted. This will refresh folks’ memory of what’s happened in the story before I carry on with it.

Without further delay, here’s what I’d already posted.

Learning Lea

Lea rolled onto her side, the mattress creaking in the process. Her legs curled close to her body, her feet intertwined. A chill caught Lea, causing her muscles to flex. She was careful to prevent her razor sharp nails from slicing through the sheets and fought the urge to shiver, lest she wake Carl who spooned her from behind. She didn’t want to alert him to her distress…not again…. So she lay there, as her mind raced—an incessant cesspool of thoughts and images that consumed her, leaving her no escape. In the end, that’s all Lea wanted—to escape. 

For as long as she could recall, Lea sought peace…quiet…calm—a respite from the indelible mark society and its mystery left on her. Each day, she went out in the world, became a part of it, or so it appeared to those interested enough to take a second look. That was all Lea needed—to fool onlookers long enough to leave an impression that she was one of them.

Lea scooted apart from Carl. But, as she suspected, the effort was futile, for even in his slumber, Carl sought her out. His need to touch her usually comforted Lea. But not tonight. It was at times like these that Lea needed space. 

Knowing that if she remained in bed, she had no choice, Lea let Carl touch her, attempting to numb her body to the feel of him against her. She succeeded—mostly. Relaxing a bit, the edges of her reality began to shift in and out.  Similar to the focus being adjusted on a camera lens, what Lea saw, as she lay there in the dark, became fine-tuned and then…not.

She stared up at the skylight off to her side. Tried to focus on the moonlight that streamed through its bubbled dome. They cast bands of light, which illuminated half the room. Focusing was good.  Lea felt her hands and feet relax, their nails retracting, no longer on edge, ready to shred and tear.  

It was as if she stepped out of her body and stood alongside the bed. What Lea saw didn’t surprise her, though she wished it had. Too many times she’d been here. Experienced her…change.

Lea watched her alabaster skin morph. One second it was as pure and unmarked as a china doll’s. The next, the faintest outline of texture appeared. Then came the blemishes—spots. Just a few at first. But as Lea continued to glimpse herself, the spots increased, covering her exposed flesh with a blanket of evenly spaced dark chocolate splotches, each outlined in a smudge of black, that contrasted her now golden fur.

Carl stirred behind Lea. She froze. Slowed her breathing to barely at all, focusing all her energy on maintaining the illusion that everything was all right. No need to involve Carl this time in her struggle.

Carl’s sleep-filled voice cooed, “You okay, baby?”

“Mmmhmm,” Lea replied. Her response was rushed. She answered quickly in the hopes that Carl would buy her deceit. He could be unnervingly astute—Carl. Could detect the slightest change in Lea’s tone, body language or facial expressions. Well, he could when he wasn’t half asleep. Lea hoped Carl’s groggy mind wouldn’t be as perceptive as usual and would allow him to slip back into a deep slumber. It did. Satisfied that she’d fooled Carl into believing she was fine, Lea let out the breath she’d been holding with measured care.

Stay tuned to read what happens next in Learning Lea.