by Charlotte Léon
(03/17/10)

what a hot day it is. my favorite kind. muggy, sticky, your white tank top clings to your fuck-me muscles. finally, finally my love, i have made you aware of just how sexy you are. you own this newfound knowledge boldly, walking prouder, a bit more of a swagger, more aware of your cock between your legs at all times. you are more chiseled than you have ever been. we've eaten no meat or dairy, just perfect veganism for a while now. lots of sleep, yoga, pilates, fucking a few times a day.

we've worked in the garden today, our beautiful asian/california/québec garden. we smell like earth and i'm a bit sunburned, my black crochet bikini top digging into my neck where it's tied halter style, my cut-off jeans hanging loose on my hips that have grown bony as of late. my tits are a little bigger, they've been upgraded recently. the silicone has yet to settle and they're hard right now, firm to the touch like some blow-up doll or a slut in a raunchy porn.

my pussy is so tender. all the hair lasered away, my lips always ready to be tugged on. it's almost 8 o'clock. the sky is still pink and purple, there is no breeze at all, but we can smell the water close by, and the weeds we've pulled smell like salad in the heavy air. we're on our porch, side by side on the top step, proud of our work and drinking some ice cold beers with lime and salt. i rest my head on your shoulder, i love the way you make me feel so petite sometimes, so tucked into your massive muscles. i have known you more than half my life, my first and last love.

we begin to kiss like teenagers, lots of tongues and excitement and just tremendous awe to be so enthralled with one another after all these years. i love the way the skin around your eyes is just starting to crinkle. i love the way you look at your desk, writing, drawing, creating. you watch me in my workshop, as i carve gorgeous surfboards out of fallen logs, as i work on the house, always tweaking little things here and there; laying tile, plastering walls, mosaic masterpieces for the kids.

you untie my bikini and suck on my breasts. you have sucked milk from them, fondled my piercings, shot your come on them hundreds and hundreds of times. you take them and place your head between the ridiculous cleavage. i drag my nails delicately over your scalp. i love to shave your head for you, you have shaved mine too, but it's grown back and these days is all the way down my back again, very blonde with chocolate streaks painted in. your wife who looks like a stripper and is a mother like the madonna and brilliant too.

lay me back onto the porch and take my shorts off. i have no panties on and you dive right in. i'm salty and sweaty and smell luscious. i took a nice long shower this morning but there is always a trace of your come inside me. the deeper your tongue goes, the more you can taste our mingled sex. fucking me with your tongue, reaching inside with your hand. you reach up and stroke the quotes tattooed in red that run all the way down my left ribs. on my right thigh and ass there is a gigantic tattoo of our chinese animals, twisted together, growling ferociously with claws outstretched. my back between my shoulder blades is also filled up, something you made special for your catholic mermaid goddess.

you too are covered. i have learned how to fill in an artists' drawing and drag the gun with the needle across and into your flesh. some of your most beautiful work has been done by me. you are such a vision. i love you with force and respect and pride. i am so, so proud to be yours. you pull me up and press my head, letting me know it's time to get on my knees. you don't place a pillow under me, you like me to get a little bruised up and then take such gentle care of my black & blues. you know i like it rough. i adore how you fuck my face, my mouth nearly tearing apart as you drive your shaft into me. i am perfect when it comes to sucking your cock...

you continue to do so, your T-shirt on, only your zipper undone on your jeans. your feet bare like mine, fertile dirt between your toes. you know we will take a long bath after, when all is said and done. you have only a little longer to be in charge of this evening's activities. you let go of my hair, signaling to me that you're ready.

you take my hand and walk us into the house, through our gorgeous kitchen. the appliances are all copper. i won't lie, we have done well for ourselves, very, very well. the floors, as the rest of the house are walnut and have radiant heating below. in the winter we are never cold, as the coils heat up below us and rise through the rooms. our cabinets are all open shelving, ebony stained slabs of plywood that i've crafted for us. our counters are white carerra marble with veins of pebbly gray.

through the hall we walk, white walls and burgundy persian rugs. up the stairs lined with photos, your parents, my parents, our friends and family and children from all around the world. into our bedroom. my favorite place on the planet.

just the bed. the bed we've had for a long, long time. white egyptian cotton sheets, white duvet, white orchids on the bedside table. the floor covered with a giant wool rug, nubby and thick. onto the bed you lay yourself, watching me as i go into our gigantic closet, actually one of the bedrooms with the wall knocked down. i go to the drawer that makes you shiver. i get what i want and then flick the switch that fills the room with the right kind of music. old portishead, bjork, massive attack. i light the candles and pour you a glass of water from the adjoining bathroom, encouraging you to drink it down and lubricate your throat for what is to come.

i instruct you to remove your clothes. be a good boy and fold them nicely. i'm naked but have stepped into the white leather harness. my skin is so golden. my waist almost emaciated, especially in comparison to my outrageous breasts. i ask you to lay on your stomach. i pull the straps from under the bed for just this reason, strapping your wrists first and then your ankles. i tell you again what a good boy you're being. then i take my favorite toy out, your gag. i will not blindfold you, but i will stifle your screams.

your mouth opens and you close your lips around the rubber ball, knowing you can bite in when you need. i begin to lube your ass with mint scented gel. it tingles and numbs you a bit too, although you are very obedient and a good little slut and can handle quite a large cock in your ass by now. i've gotten the largest you have ever taken. actually i've changed my mind about wearing this harness and step out of it, happy the dildo is two-sided. i stand to the side of the bed and turn your head to me. i kiss your eyelids and let you watch as i fuck myself with the rubber cock, black and shiny. i press it as far as it will go and then pull it out. i want to put the end into you that now has my juices on it.

i straddle you, on my knees, dildo back inside me. you feel first a finger in your ass, loving the way my fake french-tip nails glide in. one finger, two fingers, three fingers your ass spreads easily, you have taken so much in your ass from me. i love to fuck you in the ass, i will whenever you let me.

i press the dildo tip into your ass and with a shove fill you halfway into your cavity. i fuck hard and then stop, watching your body flex and twitch and writhe in pain. you're screaming, i can hear you through the gag. but, you are screaming for me to go on, begging to be filled, i pull out though. i want to spank you with the wooden paddle and whip you with a leather switch. i want to make your cheeks turn pink.

after disciplining you, i turn tender for a bit. i untie you and you're instructed to remain on your stomach. only now i reach under and begin to stroke your throbbing cock. i know you want to shove it into my pussy but you will not be doing that right now. i take some more lube and give you a nice long hand job. you aren't able to come, you're pleading with me through the gag to fuck your ass some more.

i make you beg, i make you ask me over and over again to fuck you in your ass. the music has turned eerie and ominous. it's pitch black outside the window. alright, i say. this time i do not fuck myself with the dildo.

i tell you to kneel on the floor, on the rug in front of the mirror and i take off your gag. i take the dildo in one hand and begin to pound your hole, with the other hand i jack you off. tugging, pulling, stroking, such tenderness and such brute force working in tandem.

it doesn't take you long at all. you can no longer handle this mass inside you and shoot your come out with a scream that shakes the walls.

i rub the come all over your tummy and thighs and lick it off of my fingers as you take me in your arms, crushing me into you, telling me you love me so very much in dozens of languages.

je t'aime mon ange.

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