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IT'S KIMMIE WEDNESDAY: The Perfect Storm, Part Ten

If you have missed any episodes of this running serial, go to KIMMIE in the category list on the right hand side.  (I need to number them--and I just did that now.)  This story is SO hot!

I know you are panting for it, so here is Kimmie:

She followed obediently, the tails of her shirt dancing against her skin as she walked behind him, her nipples stretched impossibly long, leading the way. She watched his ass in front of her, the two little dimples just on either side of the top of his ass winking back and forth with each step. His thighs were long and lean, with just a light covering of hair that let her see his muscles move under his skin. This was an uncommon treat. She so rarely got to enjoy this particular view of him.

 

He led her down the hall and around the corner to his bedroom, pulling her behind him on the chain. He tugged her inside the doorway and stopped, turning to face her. He was smiling now, humming to himself as he flicked each clamp. He pinched each one open, making her gasp as the blood returned swiftly and painfully. He grabbed her shoulder and spun her onto to bed. She landed sideways, her head and one shoulder off the side, her feet against the wall.

 

He landed on top of her in almost the same instant, bouncing her head even further off the bed, hanging upside down. He went for her neck, scraping his teeth from behind her ear down to her jugular, ending right on her collarbone. Her fingers dig into his back, trying to hold on, trying not to scratch him bloody as she melted into the shivers from his teeth. He sat up and yanked her hips back so both shoulders were back on the bed, her head was still hanging over.

 

She wiggled to get her head back on as well when he dove into her crotch again. God, he was merciless. She forgot about her head as his hot wet tongue stoked the fire that had cooled only slightly since he abandoned her in the bathroom. She could feel every inch of her clit, hard now like a little penis, sticking out of her body, demanding satisfaction. She knew this man, though, and any duel between her clit and his tongue would end with him victorious, which thankfully meant she’d win as well.

 

She wound her fingers into his hair, loving the feel of his head moving between her legs. He was still humming, sending the loveliest little vibrations through her center to her spine. She felt her orgasm gathering again, coming faster this time, already alert to the touch of his fingers and tongue. She pulled her breath deeper into her chest, slowing it down, pushing it in and out in time to his sucking. She was falling now, falling and spinning into deliciously dizzy depths filled with pulsing heat, speeding toward release.

 

Suddenly she was on her stomach, his hands under hips, lifting her high. He shoved pillows under her, raising her ass to a level where he could come into her from behind on his knees. Her head was still over the side of the bed, her hands pushing into the floor. She felt his face between her thighs again, this time from behind, pressing into her private parts that were now jacked high enough to be on display, had there been anyone else in the room to see. She pushed back into the heat of his face and the slow, delicious movement of his talented tongue.

 

And then he was inside her, shoving every inch of himself into her as far as he could go. She pushed back against his every thrust, taking him as deep inside her as she could. He reached forward and dug his fingers into the cheeks of her ass, holding them apart, knocking her knees open, spreading her wider than she had ever felt before. Her knuckles turned white, pressing hard into the floor to keep him banging into her at just the right angle to slam every responsive spot inside of her. She was close, so close, so amazingly close. Every breath came in an identical cadence to the slamming of his cock into her. She felt the fire in her belly now. With every bit of strength she could manage, she took one hand off the floor and moved it between her legs. She needed to let go so badly, so incredibly badly. Her shoulders screamed as they braced against the weight of their two bodies and the constant drive forward and back as they thrust together and apart, over and over, and now the lightest touch of her own fingers against her whore of a clit drove her harder forward and back than she ever imagined she could go and he was inside her, inside her, over and over he was filling her and rubbing her and filling and rubbing and she was spinning again, spinning and falling, spinning and falling and everything went faster and faster like water through a teeny hole, spinning and twirling faster and faster and then she screamed as he thrust one more time, the deepest ever, so deep so deep so deep so perfectly deep… 

IT'S KIMMIE WEDNESDAY: The Perfect Storm, Part Nine

I apologize profusely for Kimmie's post being late today.  Internet problems followed by a long, long lunch.  And The Perfect Storm continues.......

 

She headed to the bathroom at the top of the stairs to freshen up. She flipped the light on and turned to close the door. As she grabbed the knob, the weight of his body hit her full force, spinning her back into the wall with him slammed up against her. She had no idea he had been that close behind. He gripped the doorway with one hand, the other against the wall, his knee up between her legs, pressing hard. He rubbed up and down, watching her face. He’d startled her badly. Her heart was pounding.

 

She leaned forward to kiss him. He stood, stoic, no expression on his face. She gave him big doe eyes, looking up at him in between each sweet kiss laid softly on his unresponsive lips. She pressed her hands into his naked chest, gently scratching her nails over his skin, catching them lightly on his nipples as she continued to ply him with sweet kisses. She let a small smile play around her lips as she looked up into his eyes. She reached her tongue out and licked his lips, staring straight into his bright blue eyes as she wrapped one hand around his cock.

 

The next thing she knew, she was folded over the sink, head shoved against the mirror. “What do you think you’re doing?” he demanded quietly. “You do not get the cock until I give it to you. Do you understand me?” As he spoke, he was ripping her shirt open and undoing her jeans with one hand, yanking them down over her ass, the other hand still holding her head to the cold glass. He slapped her lightly, a short stinging smack and told her to spread her legs. He put each of her hands on either side of the smooth porcelain, indicating that she was to leave them where he put them.

 

She could see her breath steaming the mirror in the small space between her mouth and the glass. She wanted to look up and see his gorgeous nude body but didn’t yet dare. She knew better when he was like this. She kept her eyes down, all of her other senses zinging and fully aware. She could smell herself, her sex, finally set free of her jeans. She could smell him as well, the sexy mix of his cock, his armpits, his body and his breath. She felt him behind her, so close that her body moved with his. She heard the sharp slaps as he punished her ass, smacking one cheek, then the other, back and forth. She knew he liked to see her flesh quiver and bounce under his hand. It drove her crazy to know he was looking at her naked ass and playing with it like she wasn’t even there, like it wasn’t even a part of her, just a toy for him to with as he liked. Just the thought of it got her even hotter.

 

He turned on the cold tap and ran his free hand under the icy water. She went dizzy as her breath sucked up into her chest from the shock of his freezing fingers suddenly jammed up inside of her. He stretched and pushed, pressing hard into her deepest spots, causing her to open her legs wider, her ass to push up against his fingers, trying to fuck them. She moaned, gripping the sides of the sink, trying not to fall over. He dug in and let go, dug and let go, sending wave after wave of electricity from her center to the rest of her body.

 

He released her head, knowing that she wouldn’t dare move it until her told her she could, and dropped between her legs. He rotated his hand, never removing his touch, and faced her backward, shoving his face between her thighs. She dropped to her elbows, letting the sink take her weight so she could open herself as wide as possible to the expertise of his lips and tongue. She wanted to ride his face, to rub and grind until she exploded, but she knew better. He had withdrawn his amazingly capable mouth in the past, so she had learned to stay still and let him do what he was so incredibly good at doing. He thrust and licked and sucked and teased until she was right there, she was right on the edge, insane with the feel of him, of his talented fingers moving in and out of her, his gifted tongue flicking and building phenomenal sensations and his lips tasting and nibbling and savoring her, teetering on the brink of a huge orgasm –

 

He pulled away. Just as suddenly as he had shoved into her, he pulled out. He was gone. She opened her eyes, still not moving her head. Her pussy was throbbing, swollen like some female animal in heat. She could feel the cool air assault her burning parts now that the touch of his face and mouth were gone. Tears burned her eyes, tears and sweat, as frustration and anticipation and confusion swirled and dripped over her mind and body. He had abandoned her, left her draped over the sink with her jeans around her ankles, her panties at her knees, her ass in the air and her whore of a pussy begging and gulping for his touch.

 

She waited, willing herself to take deep breaths, to calm down and get her wits back. She closed her eyes and moved her head slightly on the mirror, finding a cool place again. Her fingers were trying to dig into the porcelain, fighting to not reach down and finish what he started. She wondered dazedly if she could fuck the sink, if she could rub against it hard enough to release. He couldn’t be far away, could he? He wouldn’t leave her like this for long, would he? As she started to cool down and her brain began to engage again, she smiled. Damn, he was good. He knew how to drive her crazy, and then take crazy one step further. She wondered where he was, what he was doing, what was going to happen next.

 

I apologize profusely for getting this post up late today....internet issues and a long, long lunch.  But Kimmie is definitely worth the wait.  More of The Perfect Storm:

And then he was back. She could hear him in the hall outside the bathroom, humming to himself as he got closer. Her body tensed up, reacting to her confusion, still unsure of what was going on. She opened her eyes again and saw something glitter briefly as his arms went under her from each side. He slid something cold up her belly and around her breasts, teasing as he traced circles on her skin. She breathed deeply, happy to have him touching her again, totally engaged in his gentle, teasing strokes.

 

And then he tweaked her nipples hard. The pinch made her gasp. He pulled her backward so she was standing straight up again, facing the mirror. There was now a chain across her chest, linking two clamps that were attached to her nipples, pinching meanly. He smiled and plucked the chain, making her gasp again. He squatted down and took her jeans and panties the rest of the way off. He stepped in front of her, kissed her lightly and hooked the chain with one finger, pulling her behind him.

IT'S KIMMIE WEDNESDAY: And The Perfect Storm, Part Seven

I LOVE The Perfect Storm....it just keeps getting better and better.  So once again I say with delight, here's Kimmie:

The first spank was louder than it was harsh. Even though she was half-expecting it, she still jumped. He cracked her a few more times in quick succession, chasing her ass back and forth across the bed as she tried to get away. To no avail, of course. Each smack landed where he aimed it. He lunged forward and hissed into her ear, “Your ass is mine.” He scraped his teeth along her earlobe then bit her neck. Quickly, he sat back and went for it again. He was right. Her ass was his, and if it hadn’t been before now, it was tonight. She was in pain and ecstasy, moaning and squealing into the bed with each stinging blow.

 

Then it stopped. She felt his cool cheek against her hot skin as he lay down beside her and rested his face on her ass. He tickled his fingers in lazy circles, making her flinch and quiver. He worked her pants a little further down, just far enough to be able to get his two longest fingers in, down past the crack of her ass into the hot, moist, deepest parts of her. She groaned as he slid those two fingers inside. He was good, exploring slowly, responding to each noise that he forced out of her involuntarily to see if she would make it again, or find a new one. It’s like I’m not even here, she thought to herself, amazed at how arousing that was. It’s like he’s using me, using my body. This is fucking hot as… and before she could finish the thought, he made he groan again, lost in the world of his fingers.

 

He peeled her pants the rest of the way down, kissing the backs of her legs as he moved down her body. He crawled back up to her face and kissed her hard, turning her head up to him, holding her jaw, fingers digging into her cheek. She flipped over, happy to have him in front of her once more. She reached for his jeans, popping the button and pulling the zipper down. Before she could do anything else, he jerked out of her hands, shifting himself back down the bed between her thighs. He paused, looking at down at her, breathing on her, tickling her skin with each breath in and out. She realized that she was holding her own breath. As the thought hit her and she exhaled, he dove in.

 

Oh god, her head was going to explode. The heat of his wet tongue finally meeting her wet center that had been forced to wait so long for the attention that it had been demanding like a worst of divas caused an eruption of pleasure so intense that it bordered on painful. Her back arched, trying to pull her hips away from that new, unknown and possibly dangerous sensation. He reached up under her ass and yanked her back down again, wrapping his arms up around each leg to keep her pinned in one place as he plastered his mouth to her pussy. She covered her face with a pillow and screamed, holding her legs open as wide as she could get them to give this man as much access as he needed to keep doing what he was doing.

 

And keep going he did. Long, short, deep, shallow, gentle, hard – he used every tool in the box, taking her high and bringing her back down, only to take her right back up again, higher than before. She was floating now, floating in a universe where her clit was the sun. The rest of her had become merely a small planet, orbiting on a long ellipse, heading out in space like it was about to break free, then suddenly being pulled back in, racing closer and closer to the heat, and each time it went out and came rushing back, it seemed to speed up, getting hotter and hotter and faster and faster and so much closer and she felt the heat building higher and bigger and higher and bigger and she had to warn him, had to breathe her warning to him, and she grabbed the pillow once again and as she grabbed, her sun went supernova and she screamed and screamed and the world went white, it was white, the world was gone.

IT'S KIMMIE WEDNESDAY!: The Perfect Storm, Part Six...

I apologize profusely for putting this up so late in the day.  It's been One of Those Days.  Running late all day.  When I realized that I had three appointments scheduled with three different people at three different places--and that I had left my phone in the Boy Toy's bed--I decided to re-read each episode of The Perfect Storm with my little turquoise slant-headed vibe from Candida's collection.  I promise to look up vibe's name and share that info tomorrow....

Lesson of the day:  Break-ups are so much more effective if you leave nothing behind that must be retrieved--and Kimmie Rocks.

THE PERFECT STORM...

He stopped, still holding her head, and stared straight into her eyes, his forehead touching hers. His eyes were as intense as his kisses. She could feel a thin line of sweat between them where their heads were touching. He brought his lips forward and kissed her so gently and sweetly, foreheads still together. She brought her hands up to his on either side of her face, feeling his big strong knuckles, so much larger than her own, and the light hair on the backsof his hands, the opposite of her own soft ones. Oh god he was so handsome, so masculine. There wasn’t another man in the world who was made for her like this. She kissed him back, willing her attraction through her lips into his.

 

He pulled away abruptly. She took an awkward side-step to catch her balance. Faster than she realized, he whipped his hand around and smacked her ass. She smiled at him wickedly, head down, looking up at him like a bull about to attack. He grabbed her shoulders and turned her around, shoving her toward his bedroom. She giggled, turning to walk down the hall. Whack! He spanked her again. And again. She squealed and laughed, trying to protect herself as he herded her down the hall with his hand.

 

Her ass was beginning to smart, but he hadn’t slowed down. He tossed her onto the bed and smacked her again, this time diving into her neck for another bite as well.  She squirmed under him, laughing as she tried to keep him out of her neck, squealing each time he either made it through and bit her or gave up and smacked her ass again. She was twisted up inside, completely turned on, scared and excited all at the same time. He totally had her on a roller coaster, flipping and turning, never knowing what to expect next.

 

And then he stopped. He pinned her to the bed, stretching over her entire body, twining his fingers into hers. This time when he kissed her, she felt it to her toes. It was exactly right. His lips on hers, his erection digging into her hip, his chest pressing down into hers, his heat spreading over her like a blanket. She lifted her head, kissing him back, taking in the moment, this perfect moment of being with this incredibly sexy man, the anticipation of their history together built up behind them, between them and all over them. She was floating and grounded at the same time, her head lost in dizzy waves of lust, yet still watching them together from outside herself, their beautiful bodies creating living art on the satin comforter. She ran her hands up over his ass, picturing her long fingers sliding over his jeans, her fingernails lightly dragging over the skin of his back as she slipped them under his shirt and up to his shoulders. She knew that ass was a fine thing to look at, and his skin felt so good against hers.

 

He lifted off of her to pull her shirt up over her head. She went for his buttons, wanting him to be just as naked as she was. She slid her hands up his arms to slip his shirt over his shoulders, then back down his chest. She loved the rough feel of his sparse chest hair under her fingers. He laid back on top of her, the bare skin of his stomach against her now, bare arms sliding back and forth across each other. She felt her kisses getting more insistent. Her body was done messing around now, done playing and teasing. Her body wanted more.

 

He ignored her impatience, kissing her long and slow and deliciously. He was so good, making her wait, making her lie there and take more teasing, more tension, more lovely tantalizing anticipation. He put his head down to her cleavage, kissing and licking right to the edges of her bra. God, she wanted out of that thing. His tongue flicked and tickled, raising goose bumps on her arms. She ran her fingers up the back of his head through his hair, scraping her nails lightly down the back of his neck and across his shoulders. He pulled up onto his elbows, bringing his hands forward to cup her breasts into his face, squeezing them as he lifted the skin just enough to make her nipples pop out the top of her bra. He looked up at her, smiling, and used his teeth to grab one, biting down gently. She sucked in a breath and closed her eyes as he twisted the small bit of skin back and forth, flicking it with the tip of his tongue.

 

He moved to the other, setting that side on fire as well. She wanted him in her mouth so badly, but she was held captive by her nipples. Just then, he sat up. But just as she was about to dive toward his crotch, he flipped her onto her stomach, sitting on her ass. He snapped open her bra, sliding it off so she was finally free of it. He ran his fingers up and down her back, giving her shivers. His fingers tickled and played over her skin, digging into the back of her neck, sliding down her spine, rubbing her lower back. Then she felt him tracing the edge of her waistband, running his fingers around to the front. She lifted her hips slightly, happy to help rid herself of more clothing. He pulled down, but not all the way off, stopping just past her ass, leaving it bare and exposed with her legs still trapped.

 

Her heart skipped a beat and started pounding. Oh god, what was this? She could still feel the heat of his previous punishment, now cooling in the air. Her fingers wrapped into the bedding, prepared for anything, having no idea what was coming next. He was humming, his fingers still trailing around on her back. Oh god, oh god, she thought. This could be bad.

 

She smiled into the pillow.

KIMMIE WEDNESDAY! The Perfect Storm, Part Five...

The Perfect Storm just gets hotter and hotter! Here is Kimmie as she continues the turbulent adventure.

 

Goosebumps raced down her arms and legs. She willed herself to look at him calmly, but the quick rise and fall of her chest and red cheeks betrayed her. He moved to the inside of her elbow and bit her there as well. Her head fell back against the seat of the cab as the pleasure from that tiny point of contact between them spread through her entire body. He moved back to her wrist, kissing softly now, then up into her palm once more. He gently returned her hand to his leg, patting it nicely, like a dear friend might.

 

She turned to look out the window. The city swept by, a swirl of noise and color just as turbulent and chaotic as the storm brewing in her head. She barely knew him. He barely knew her. It was stupid, it didn’t make sense. This is what drugs must be like, she thought to herself. It must feel like this, with your head telling you not to do things, but doing them anyway because your body wants it so bad. Her head was telling her a million things that were wrong with this picture, but she could barely hear it over the sound of her body screaming at the top of its lungs. It wasn’t even a choice. She was arguing with herself just to cover her bases, but her body already knew what the deal was. Her body was calling the shots here, and it was taking her brain along for ride whether it was on board or not. She was pretty sure it was.

 

The cab stopped outside of his building. He got out and offered her his hand like he had the first time when she’d rejected him. This time she was more than happy to take it. He paid the cabbie then wrapped his arm around her waist to walk her up the few stairs to the door. The doorman smiled and wished them a good evening. She smiled politely and wished him the same, thinking damn right, it’s going to be a good evening. They walked to the elevators, looking for all the world like a proper couple coming in from the end of a elegant evening on the town. Which they were, she smiled to herself. But the proper and elegant parts were probably going to end quite soon.

 

She glanced up as they stepped into the elevator. The walls were gorgeous dark polished marble and the ceiling was mirrored. He followed her gaze and smiled, pulling her blouse open a little as they looked up together, showing off her cleavage in the reflection. It was silly and she giggled. He smiled and kissed her just as the door opened for his floor. He nodded hello to a man getting on as they got off, and then they were on their way down the hall to his place.

 

She was a strange combination of excited and nervous, standing in the tiny foyer looking around. He offered her his arm and led her to the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of red on his way. He pointed in the direction of the stemware, so she grabbed two glasses, setting them on the counter. He pointed out the bathroom – such a gentleman – and she excused herself to make use of it. She stared into her reflection. Her cheeks were still hot pink and her eye makeup was smudgy. She fixed her eyes and wiped off the dark lipstick. No need for that now. Her lips were no longer just for show, she thought naughtily to herself. She put on a small touch of gloss for shine and decided that was better. Oh god, was this really going to happen? Finally? For real? She said a small prayer to the goddess of good sex. Please let this be everything I’ve thought it would be. Please let my body be right, and let this fine sexy man turn my world inside out tonight.

 

She stepped back out to the kitchen. He had the wine poured and handed her a glass. They toasted – “To new friends,” he said. “To good friends,” she added, and he smiled. The wine hit her stomach like a small hot ember. She felt its delicious heat spread into her muscles. Her thighs and shoulders relaxed and her mind calmed as the languor of the good red settled over her.

 

He watched her closely as she shook her head back, stretching her neck and letting her hair dance around her décolletage for his benefit. He set his glass down, stepping up to her to grab her by the nape of the neck. He pulled back slightly, tipping her face up to him. He turned her head to one side. She watched his face as his eyes ran from her ear to her shoulder, down to her cleavage and back up the other side. He traced a finger from her brow down her cheek, pushing her hair back behind her ear before continuing down her neck. She smiled and closed her eyes, enjoying the tickly trail of his finger.

 

Pain hit her again, making her cry out as her shoulder flew up to try to protect her neck. He’d bitten her, and like the bite on her palm in the cab earlier, it was painful, painful and perfect all at the same time. Thank goodness he’d wrapped his arms around her as he’d pulled her in for that bite, because her legs suddenly didn’t feel like they could hold her up anymore. He moved from her neck to her mouth, kissing her viciously, squeezing her tightly so she could barely move her body except to kiss him back. He shoved her into the wall and kissed her more, pinning her with his body, holding her head with both hands, biting and kissing all over her lips and neck. She could barely breathe, he was holding her so tight, and it seemed that every time she tried to take a breath his mouth was on hers, sucking and licking and biting.

 

Now the storm was building in her body. The tension from every time they’d seen each other, from the weeks of thinking about him when he wasn’t there, and flirting so shamelessly with him when he was, had grown monstrously and was about to overwhelm her. She had been obsessing for so long, having so much fun imagining what might happen between them that the reality of being backed up against a wall, being held and kissed in a manner that could only be described as aggressive and perhaps even possessive, brought her teetering to the edge of reason. Her mind shut down as her senses took over and words failed her, save those that she managed to whisper just before he held her face up with one hand so he could ravage her throat – “Fuck me. Please fuck me!” 

KIMMIE WEDNESDAY: The Perfect Storm, Part Four...

I LOVE this story!  Isn't Kimmie the hottest erotica writer?  If you are new to "The Perfect Storm", go back to the beginning of the series before reading this one.  And if you haven't read all of Kimmie's stories, do so!  She's under KIMMIE in the category listings to your right.

Once again with great pride, I say:  Here's SexyPrime's own Kimmie.

THE PERFECT STORM, Part Four

There had been men who had made her heart beat faster here and there, but not since high school had she felt so off-balance and unsure. She wasn’t just interested in this man. She had a crush on him. She knew that part of it was her self-denial. Not letting him have her resulted in her not getting him either, and she wasn’t accustomed to not getting what she wanted. Making them wait for each other was making her teeth grit and her hands ball into fists at the same time her heart skipped beats and butterflies filled her gut.  

 

And part of it was that he was simply one of the most attractive men she’d ever met. There was no doubt that she was supposed to mate with this man, because her entire mind and body were pushing her so hard in that direction. They were made for each other, at least evolutionarily speaking, she giggled to herself. Her genes wanted his genes. And she wanted IN his jeans!

 

She made her way over toward the door so she could slip away without fanfare. She turned to leave and saw him at the next door down, looking directly at her. She glanced quickly around the room and then back at him. He jerked his head toward the street. She smiled. She couldn’t help it. She nodded almost imperceptibly and slipped out the door.

 

The cool night air made her realize just how hot she had been inside. She walked to the curb to get a taxi, biting her lip against the goofy grin that was doing its best to take over her face. Good grief, this man made her so silly! She crossed one arm over herself as she raised the other to hail a cab. Her brain was on memory fast-forward now, spinning through every moment she could remember since they’d met. Being introduced, flirting in the cab, his kisses. His teeth on her neck. His lips on her skin. The heat of her body whenever he was near.

 

On cue, arms clamped about her from behind, wrapping around her body like a perfectly fitted suit. She felt that stupid grin break loose and flood her face. She dropped her arm over his, hugging him into her, loving the feel of his body against her own. He slipped one hand into hers and spun her around, pulling her back in so they were face to face this time, his arms wrapped low around her back, bringing them also hip to hip.

 

She studied his face as he looked at her. His eyes were so clear and bright, and she loved how he was looking at her now, like he’d just won a great prize that he knew from the beginning would be his eventually. She probably had the same look herself. Staring straight at her, he leaned in and closed the tiny distance between them. He touched his lips to hers for a brief, delicious moment, then raised one arm, the other still holding her close. An instant later, a big yellow cab pulled up to the curb.

 

He gave the driver an address and they were off. Her skin was reaching out to him again, willing him to touch her, somewhere, anywhere, but she sat tall and proper in the seat of the cab, only her hand on his leg revealing her desire. She wanted her touch to be light and gentle. However, light and gentle was not what she was feeling at all, and her grip into his thigh betrayed the heat inside her. She could feel her pulse in the palm of her hand, pressing into his leg, beating her need into him with every breath. Her fingers clamped down for a half-second, digging her nails into his jeans.

 

She felt him glance down at her. He slid his fingers under her hand and raised it to his face, turning her palm up to drop a kiss into it. Soft lips tickled briefly then pressed into the tender skin and made her catch her breath. He didn’t look at her, just at her hand, holding it now with both of his, running his thumbs up and down her fingers. He pulled them back gently, stretching them until the skin across her palm pulled taut, and raised it to his lips again.

 

Pain flew up her arm as he suddenly dug his teeth into her flesh, dragging them down across the pad of her thumb and into her wrist. Shock and fear stopped her cold. Shock, fear – and excitement. The sensation was unnervingly exciting. She’d expected another sweet, delicious kiss. But this – this was something else entirely.

KIMMIE WEDNESDAY!: And The Perfect Storm, Part Three.....

I love this story!  Part three is all I hoped it would be; and I know you will find satisfaction too.  Once again, here's Kimmie:

THE PERFECT STORM, PART THREE

 
He flipped her over and pulled her jeans the rest of the way off, grabbing her panties right along with them, roughly yanking both over her feet and tossing them behind him on the floor. Faster than she could register, he was back up on the bed, shoving his hands into her thighs and pushing her legs apart. He slapped her pussy hard with his hand spread flat, the smacking sound making her start. He slapped her again, the contact setting a thousand little fires in an area that was already hot and steamy. Her mind blanked out for a moment as the sensations of her body overwhelmed rational thought. She was so hot for this man. Somehow, even after all this time, he owned her all over again.
 
He had always thrown her off balance, right from the moment they’d met. She would never forget the first time she laid eyes on him. She saw his handsome face, his gorgeous body and his cocky-ass grin and she knew she had to have him. She couldn’t let him know, though. She wouldn’t be easy on him. She had to know that he wanted her just as much as she wanted him before the game could begin. In the beginning, it was always a tousle between them, as each stayed on guard, wary, always measuring the other. She wasn’t used to this game. In the past, even the most interesting and strong-minded men fell easily, begging for her attention, leaving her in charge.
 
This man was different.
 
She’d just sat down in her cab when he came flying in behind her, falling on top of her and telling the cabbie to go. He had been quite charming the few times they’d stopped to chat that evening, but she could tell he was used to getting what he wanted with women, and she was determined that he’d not succeed with her until she was ready. She knew how to keep a man’s interest, how to reel him in and then push him slightly away, keeping him off-balance until he was mad with desire. This one she had to quite literally push away, shoving him off of her, back onto his own side of the seat.
 
He grinned and kissed her. She couldn’t help but grin, too. He was so adorable! But she turned away to look out the window and didn’t kiss him back. That was when he bit her the first time. He just sunk his teeth into the soft tendons between her neck and shoulder like she was the most delicious treat. When she cried out, “What the hell?” and turned toward him, he kissed her again, biting her lips this time, too.
 
Precocious, she thought to herself that night. He was precocious, like a mischievous child. Unfortunately, his kisses were alluring enough to cause her body to overrule her brain for a while, and she found herself involuntarily kissing him back. He held her head hard, grabbing her hair just at the nape, giving her sharp tingles in naughty places as he kissed her, taking little bites of her here and there. She felt like he wanted to consume her more then make love to her, and the thought made her dizzy. When the cab slowed to pull over, he spread his fingers over her face and pushed her away, grinning again. He got out of the cab, stood up, and then reached his hand back in, telling her to get out. They were nowhere near her car, so she just grinned and shook her head. Nope. He’d gotten the best of her for a moment, but the game was on now. She’d not be that easy. He stuck his tongue out at her and walked away.
 
The next time they saw each other socially, her body continued to betray the control of her mind. He was so hot, so unbearably attractive to her, that she just couldn’t stop flirting. She couldn’t keep herself from letting her body accidentally rub up against his, and she found her hands trailing along her own collarbone and up her neck as she talked to him. She stared at his lips when he spoke, falling into his smiles as her eyelashes lowered and raised slowly. Even the hairs on her arms seemed to want to reach out and touch him.
 
It appeared to be the same for him, because in spite of all the other women around, he kept finding his way back to her. He was just as cocky as ever, but it seemed that he couldn’t stay away. He teased her and turned his back to her and said all sorts of insulting things in the most charming way, but every time he left, he was back minutes later. With lowered eyes, she watched him flirt with other women as he worked the room, but it was all drive-bys – a word here, a hip bump there and then he was off again. Off to make sure she was still there waiting for him.
 
The heat between them was affecting the entire room. The energy radiating off of them would have affected even the most hardened spirit. They were floating in a bubble of attraction so strong that it was pushing against other people, nudging and caressing everyone as it spread around the room. They were all blurry to her, part of the backdrop. Her focus was that man, the man who made her blood pound as it circled through her, who made her heartbeat slam against her chest each time he got close to her.

IT'S KIMMIE WEDNESDAY!: The Perfect Storm, part two

One of the great lines in this story:  "She was stupid with lust."  Isn't that the most delicious way to be stupid?  Actually, it's the only way.  I don't want to be stupid if sex isn't involved.

Once again, here is Kimmie with another hot read.

THE PERFECT STORM, part two

She put her head down and went to work. Sliding him into her mouth was like living a memory. She couldn’t help but sigh as her lips and tongue joyfully remembered how wonderful it was to have his cock where it belonged. He fit perfectly, just like always, and she sucked away happily, her face buried in his crotch. One of her favorite writers once wrote that sucking cock was the big girl’s pacifier, and that was definitely true with this tasty man. She could feel her soul settle and relax even as her body started to react with increasing desire.

 

He laid still at the beginning, like he always did, moaning and chuckling every once in a while when she did one of those things that made his cock particularly happy. Soon enough, though, she noticed that he was moving his head from side to side against the couch cushion, and she smiled around her full mouth. She knew what that meant. She had taken him to the edge and he wasn’t ready to come yet. Sure enough, a moment later he sat up and pulled her off of him. She grinned and reached around his waist to pull his jeans off. He lifted up to assist her, groaning as she leaned forward to take him into her mouth again while she slid his pants down to his ankles. He stepped out of them and grabbed her hair gently, lifting, signaling that he wanted her to stand.

 

She tossed her hair back and looked up at him from her knees, one hand on his thigh. She stuck her tongue out and licked his balls, sucking the skin into her mouth, nipping with her lips, her eyes never leaving his. Suddenly, he leaned down and grabbed her under the arms and lifted her up, turning her and smacking her ass in one smooth move. “Bedroom!” he demanded, and this time she obeyed.

 

He was right behind her, trying to pull her shirt over her head as they stumbled to his room. He shoved her onto the bed and she fell, giggling, with him still right behind her. He bit her shoulder as he landed on her, then smacked her ass again. It was sharp, quick pain that made her heart jump and adrenalin spike into the palms of her hands. Even when they were together before, she was never quite sure if he was going to stop. She was never quite sure if he was going to bite through her skin, whether by accident or on purpose. She was also never quite sure if it was the pain or the fear that pushed her desire into a realm she had never experienced with anyone else in her life.

 

She didn’t care which one it was.

 

He flipped her over in the bed and gnawed on the back of her neck like some predatory animal tasting its kill. Chills went flying down her arms and legs and she cried out. He was on top of her now, kneeling on her arms, holding her immobile. He bit into the soft flesh between her neck and shoulder and her head curled that way, attempting to defend the attack. He pulled back just slightly, but she could hear him still breathing into her ear, his breath hot on her skin. He released one arm and kissed her lightly starting at her shoulder, sucking the sweet spot inside her elbow. She was melting, dissolving, turning liquid from the inside out. He was so good with those sensitive little areas that so many men missed. He moved down to her wrist and did the same. She turned her head to watch him love on her. His lips were so soft, his teeth so gently scraping the thin layer of skin across her veins.

 

Her head was swimming from the wine and the sex and the palpable lust that thickened the air between them. She was in love in this moment. She was stupid with lust and longing and admiration and appreciation, drunk not only on wine but on every chemical in her body that was whispering to her how amazing this man was, how he knew her so well, how he wanted to make her happy and serve the wants and needs of her body. He was perfect for her, her body told her, as he sucked her littlest finger into his mouth and she felt the length of his warm, wet tongue. He drew it out slowly, sucking hard on the tip before he released it, only to take the next finger in and suck on it as well. Oh yes, she was in love. She was spinning and swirling and silly for this man, this wonderful attentive man who made her feel like deep, rich chocolate melting.

 

A sharp crack on her ass brought her back to the moment. He was straddling her again, one leg on each side of her back. He laid down on top of her, his arms spread over hers, grabbing each wrist as he bit into her neck again. She grunted into the pillow, the shallow pain spreading as he kept hold of her skin with his teeth. He released and bit, released and bit, over and over across the back of her neck, driving her crazy. She bucked and writhed against the attack, but she couldn’t get him off her. She didn’t want to, really. The pain was intense, but so was the warmth that was pulsing down to other areas. The picture of a male lion pinning a female down in the same fashion, biting the back of her neck as she tried to get him off her flashed through her mind. That’s what we must look like, she thought. The lioness probably feels the same way.

 

He pushed her hands forward over her head, then sat back to peel her jeans off. He shoved his hands under her to unzip, then jerked them over her ass. He slapped it as he stripped it nude, making her jump again. Her neck was smarting and burning along the path his teeth had made, and now her ass was burning as well. He cracked her again and she felt herself pushing up off the bed, pushing up toward his hand. She was a dirty, dirty girl to want this fine pain, to want more of the heat of his hand right at the spot where her jeans were no longer covering her skin, right at the spot where what was left of her clothes made her feel more nude, more exposed than if she’d been entirely naked.

IT'S KIMMIE WEDNESDAY: The Perfect Storm, Part One

Have you ever come together with a past lover and let the sparks fly once more? This week, Kimmie shares the beginnings of a passionate reunion.

The Perfect Storm: Part I

It was one of the fiercest nights of sex in her life.

Violent would be another word, she thought, as she rubbed some lumps that she knew would be bruises by morning. Well, by the afternoon, she corrected herself as she glanced at the clock on her nightstand that glowed with a blue 6:00am. He was passed out on the bed next to her, sprawled naked and tangled in the one part of the sheet that wasn’t on the floor somewhere. She felt the bare mattress under her fingers as she rubbed a sore spot. Apparently even the fitted sheet hadn’t survived the perfect storm of their passion.

She’d had to leave town several months before. Work called, and she had bills to pay. Their relationship was new and they had both lived long enough to know that the distance would likely be a killer, so they decided to just let it go. They’d had a few months of great fun together, but neither of them was thinking about the future just yet. Parting was sweet, with no real sorrow.

Then she got the call. She was to spend a week right back where she came from. A week in his back yard, in his neighborhood, on a flight paid for by her company. Of course there would be work to do, but that was incidental. She called him immediately to feel him out. He seemed hesitant at first, and she regretted calling. She’d let her excitement cloud her judgment. Perhaps he was over her. Perhaps he had moved on. Perhaps he had another girl. She hadn’t even considered that when she picked up the phone. After all, they said no strings, no regrets.

After a bit, though, his voice warmed and she relaxed. They talked for an hour before she let him know that she would be on the way back to him shortly. He couldn’t believe it. He said it over and over – he just couldn’t believe it. She giggled later as she got ready for bed. He’d been so excited, even more that she could have hoped for. She was excited, too.

The taxi ride to his place seemed endless. Her stomach flipped over and over. She knew she had a grin plastered to her face that she just couldn’t erase. She didn’t care. She was excited to see him and if the cabbie thought she was nuts, well, good for him. She hoped he had a woman who would do to him the things she was planning on doing to her man once they got there. She hoped that for the entire world.

She got to his building and said hello to the doorman. He was a good guy and remembered her. He let her right in, buzzing upstairs to announce her arrival. She tried not to run to the elevator. She pushed the button and waited, wanting to dance, wanting to jump up and down. Her body was buzzing. She was beyond excited. Soon she’d be up on the twenty-fifth floor, knocking on the door of a very attractive man with whom sparks had flown months ago and with whom she had every reason to believe sparks would be flying again very soon.

The huge silver doors opened and there he was. He’d come down to her. She squealed like a teenager and jumped into his arms, sending them both slamming into the back wall of the elevator. He laughed and kissed her, then pushed her away just long enough to grab her bags before the door shut again. Thank god they were alone, she thought, as she wrapped her arms around him again and lost herself in his kisses. She was in another world, another galaxy, another universe.

A short ride later they were in his apartment. She managed to be calm enough to walk down the hallway in a ladylike fashion. He had a bottle of the red they’d always enjoyed already poured into two glasses. She was gratified to know that he’d been waiting for her to get there as much as she’d been waiting for him. They toasted – “To old friends!” – and drank. He led her to the couch and they continued their conversation from the phone a few days before. She couldn’t keep from touching him in some way, somewhere, at all times. She knew she was silly and she did not care. She wanted this man, and she was fine if he knew it. She watched every inch of his face as he talked and everything was funny. She watched every move of his hands as he talked and everything was meaningful. She had it bad for this man. He was going to be in some trouble tonight. So was she.

They finished the first bottle and started a new one. She was floating now, floating in a haze of excitement and desire so strong that she couldn’t think of a word for it. She wasn’t even listening to him now. She knew he was talking, but all she could concentrate on was his leg. She traced her fingers up and down his jeans, knowing what his strong handsome legs looked like inside them. She loved his legs. She let her fingers slide a little further up and lightly trail over his crotch, lightly and quickly so his body would notice before his mind. He was still talking.

She was done talking.

She slid down the couch to the floor between his knees. Now he was done talking, too. She reached for his belt buckle and slowly, slowly popped it open. Slowly, slowly, she slid his button through the hole and clicked his zipper down one link at a time. He leaned forward and kissed her, then flopped back to let her do what he knew she did so well. She pulled the flap of his jeans apart to reveal his erection in its full glory, as she had assumed she would. That man hadn’t worn underwear in the whole time she knew him, and she was pleased to know that hadn’t changed in the few months she’d been away.

She leaned in and breathed, remembering every nuance of his own personal aroma, the wonderful salty scent of his jean-covered cock. God, he smelled so good. She still didn’t know about their lives or their minds, but she damn well knew that that their bodies were made for each other. There wasn’t an inch of him that she didn’t adore, and she’d missed him something awful.

IT'S KIMMIE WEDNESDAY: And She's Reviving The Lost Art Of The Love Letter

A text or a tweet is like a dandelion compared to the rose that is a real love letter.  If you haven't written one in a while--or ever--let Kimmie inspire you.

As always, I am proud to say:  Here's Kimmie

THE LOVE LETTER

I miss you as I let my pants slide down to my ankles. I think about the time at that hotel in that warm, sunny state after we got back from a night on the town. I remember you slamming me up against the wall of the elevator, all the way up to the tenth floor, kissing me and biting my neck and shoulders just so you could watch the goose bumps rise up on my arms. As soon as we made it into the room, you were unbuttoning my jeans so insistently that I was relieved you hadn’t tried to get them off in the hallway.

I miss you as I pull my shirt over my head. I remember that same night when you started to take my shirt off, but stopped when my arms were caught over my head, my face covered. Slowly and carefully you backed me up into a wall, holding my arms so I couldn’t get loose. You bit my under each arm and down my sides, making me jump and flinch. I cried out and my body jerked each time your teeth pinched my skin, but we both knew that when I squealed for you to stop, I didn’t really mean it.

I miss you as I catch a glimpse of my half-naked self in the mirror. That night, when you finally released my head and arms, you threw me toward the vanity, my hips crashing into the counter in front of the mirror. The back of my neck was hot from your kisses. I remember looking into the hotel mirror, watching your hands come from behind me and slide around to my belly, digging into the flesh of my hips and then moving down.

I miss you as my panties join my pants on the floor. I was still watching in the mirror when your fingers dug into my panties, reaching down and sliding into a place where you were already welcome. I remember seeing the reflection of my own head falling back, my hair covering my face, my lips open, my body melting back into yours as your fingers showed me your thanks for such a warm welcome.

I miss you as I sit on the edge of the tub, my fingers trailing into the hot water. I remember dropping to my knees that night, right in the middle of the floor, so I could unbuckle your belt. I remember looking up at you from my knees as my fingers worked open the clasp and moved on to your zipper. Even now I can see your face as your eyes slammed shut the exact moment you felt the heat of my mouth and the wet of my tongue.

I miss you as I slip into the steamy hot water, every nerve in my skin screaming to remind me that I’m alive. I remember the cool hotel sheets under me as you threw me down on the bed, face first, so you could slap my ass. The next thing I felt was your hand at the nape of my neck, twisting into my hair as you pulled my head back. “Who do you belong to?” you hissed into my ear, in full control of my head. When I didn’t answer right away, another slap on the ass. “You! I belong to you,” was all I could whisper, and in that moment, it was true.

I miss you as I slide the silky soap over my skin. I remember our bodies, slick and sweaty, panting, gasping for air, begging for release. I can see your face in mine when you told me to open my eyes and look at you as you fucked me. I remember the first moment you brought me to the edge and then commanded me to come. I remember that I didn’t have a choice.

I miss you as I rinse with cold water, shocking my brain and my body. I was your whore that night, your own personal whore, completely and totally yours. My eyes were filled with you, my mind was filled with you and my mouth was filled with you. My body and soul were filled by you.

I miss you as I stare at myself, clean now and wrapped with a fluffy white towel, in the bathroom mirror.

I’m still yours.

Yours always.