Thread: Girl, I reworked my entire request thread just for you.

sample post A VERY LARGE SAMPLE OPENING note this is long and detailed and I am fully capable of writing much briefer posts, but I'm trying to lure partners in, so... Also, if you want to play this exact thing, I'm convince-able. Another night, another dream. It wasn't enough that she saw him, felt him, wanted him. She needed to need him in the waking world for him to come over. And that meant making her need him in the dreams. She drifted off to sleep and then it seemed like she was awakening again, still in bed, but this time he was sitting beside her. His hand held her wrist, and he leaned over her, smiling as her eyes opened and found his. There you are. He said it with genuine pleasure in his deep voice, but there was a hint of more than greeting to it. She smiled to see him, but before she could lean up to kiss him, she paused. He was raising her wrist toward the headboard. His smile was widening playfully, and then she felt the soft, strong leather close over her wrist. He knew, of course, that she needed only to say the word and he would have no choice but to release her. Did she know? Perhaps she didn't care. He leaned down and kissed her cheek tenderly. I've been waiting, he said as his lips touched her warm cheek, and when her free hand was suddenly entangled in his dark, wavy hair he didn't mind. He let her turn his head, her lips find his, smiling to know she wanted him already. Their lips met, parted, pressed against one-another as her body started to reach for his, and he used the opportunity to take her other wrist and shackle it as well. He sucked her lower lip and nipped it gently as he pulled away, leaving her straining up toward him against the restraints. Oh, you're bad, she said with a smile. I am, he said with his own smile, and his index finger trailed down her neck, over her clavicle, and between her breasts, barely touching her flesh as it pulled her sheet away. She was naked, exposed to him, gorgeous. It wasn't fair, what happened next. He felt almost bad about it. He covered her eyes with a blindfold, making sure it was secure, distracting her with his lips and tongue on her neck as he did it. She was held immobile and couldn't see, but he needed more. He found in her mind the most perfect music and then carefully covered her ears with headphones. She could hear nothing but that music. And then he began. All was darkness for her, and he stood off the bed, so she couldn't guess where he was based on his weight on the mattress. She would feel lips on hers, then nothing. For a long several seconds... then his strong fingers holding her hip as his lips teased up her thigh, pushing her legs apart. He licked along her soft, warm skin, breath hot against her, teeth occasionally brushing over her as his hands gently urged her legs to spread. Closer and closer he got, and she arched up and he put a hand on her amazing ass and held her off the mattress. His finger dragged along her slit, lightly, teasingly, and his lips and tongue taunted her. She could feel his breath against her wetness, then He was gone. She couldn't hear the frustrated moan she made, but he could. He waited several seconds before she felt him again. This time he was tenderly licking her nipple as his fingers reached down between her legs. He sucked and teased as he stroked her, fingertip tracing circles around her clitoris to match the motions of his tongue on her hard nipple. His lips moved to the other nipple, and his finger pressed against her slit, finally pressing inside her. His lips moved to her neck, her stomach, the underside of her perfect breasts, but his fingers continued to thrust into her as she arched up toward him, eager to have as much control as was allowed her. She couldn't hear or see or move, but her hips dictated the pace of those long, strong fingers thrusting into her, and he let her until her breathing began to shallow and her moans became more fevered. She was close. He was gone again. It's not fair! She said, but she couldn't even hear herself. He stood by the bed and watched her, flushed and desperate, turning her body in a vain attempt to find him. After a moment he moved close to her, and let her feel him against her hand. He was thick, hard, and just out of reach. She moaned when she knew what was touching her fingers, but she could only stroke him with her fingertips. He wondered how it would feel to kneel beside her pillow and position himself so that her lips could find him, but that was, perhaps, for another night. He let her stroke his hard cock for a moment and then stepped back again. That she merely moaned and pouted very cute despite herself was lucky, because he knew even as he waited that her actual demand for release would be followed. He had read her right, though, what she really wanted was what she was getting. He was between her legs again before she knew it. They were spread wide already, but as his hands found her thighs she opened them more, knees bending to pull him in. She made a little satisfied noise as if she was getting exactly what she wanted and he leaned down to kiss her. It was desperate, hungry, that kiss - teeth and tongues and lips together, her sucking his tongue into her mouth as if telling him what to do with that cock. He moaned into her mouth as his head dragged along her slit and he reached down to spread her wet lips. Please, she said. And she woke up. In her bed, unbound, alone. She was naked, spread out, waiting and eager for him. If she gave him a name and called him now, he would come. Into the real world.