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.

Monday, February 4, 2013

Today, I’ll catch readers up with where I left off with my latest story, Learning Lea. Here’s what’s happened thus far.

The story began with Lea, morphing from one form back to her human one. Her nails, once razor sharp enough to shred the sheets of the bed she lay upon, began to recede. Her flawless alabaster skin shredded all traces of the spots and fur that had appeared. She viewed her sleeping boyfriend, Carl, as he lay unaware beside her. Things began to stir deep within Lea.

It appeared as if Carl sensed her transformation, as he reached out to lovingly caress her, his mind still trapped between sleep and being awake. The moment Lea felt his gentle caress, something deep within her stirred. Images of the things she craved—and had done—filled her psyche, making her feel unworthy of Carl’s kindness.

But despite her feelings of unworthiness, Carl’s touch soothed Lea—the beast within her—the one she was trying to put to rest. She fought the urge to pull away and gave into her more primal urges.

Carl, now fully awake, made clear that tonight was to be her night. That her needs would be fulfilled—all of them. True to his word, Carl delivered just what Lea wanted. What she craved most—to have him take charge. Though to some, it may have appeared that Lea was being forced to serve Carl’s desires, it was, in fact, her own primal urgings that were being met, for to Lea, there was no greater satisfaction than to bring Carl while he was in her mouth.

Tune in tomorrow to see where the story leads 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….

Tuesday, January 29, 2013

Tuesday, January 29, 2013

So far, I’ve made seven entries to my latest story, Learning Lea. Today, I’ll continue where I last left off. If, prior to reading today’s entry—or after reading it—you’re interested in what’s happened up to this point, please feel free to read my previous entries.

            Without further delay…

Learning Lea (entry 8)

In a movement so swift it made her mind spin, Carl straddled her. One minute, he was behind Lea. The next, atop her, pinning her shoulders down with his powerful hands while his mouth continued to explore her front. Closing her eyes, Lea’s mind slid to nothingness. All she felt was what Carl did to her. How her body reacted.

Carl’s lips traced delicate kisses down the side of Lea’s neck, across her shoulders and then to the rise of her full breasts. He paused over one nipple. Lea opened her eyes and caught Carl gazing deep into hers…watching…teasing…building her anticipation. She watched his lips part ever so slightly, exposing the tip of his tongue. Even in the dim moonlight that filtered through the blinds, Lea could see Carl’s tongue glisten with moisture, his mouth literally watering over the thought of her.

When Carl pressed his groin against hers, Lea felt his excitement. Though hard, he still hadn’t grown to his full length. Carl flicked his tongue over the tip of her erect nipple. Lea’s breath caught. Her own body grew moist as she pressed herself against his hardness.

Stay tuned to find out 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…. 

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.