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fringeofdarkness: On Spontaneous Spankings. They were finally dressing to depart the hotel for breakfast.  She was very hungry, and he smiled, knowing it was food she craved at this particular moment.  He appreciated her hunger, for he had worked her hard throughout the evening, feeding his own Dominant hunger.  He had also waked her with a particularly sensual ravishing, keeping her pinned against the bed on her belly as he sated himself once more.   She pulled on her bra and a cute little cotton top, layering over it with a long-sleeved top.  And then she did the wiggle dance, getting on her jeans (which framed her beautiful ass perfectly).  He watched her, once again captivated by the moment, taking in her beauty and feeling so very proud she was his. She was soon ready to go.  She smiled at him and moved to take the hand he offered.  His soft voice broke the silence of the moment. “Pull your jeans down, and bend over the bed.  I am going to spank you before we go.” There were no more words, just his look.  That look.  The look that made her wet instantly and draw her breath in.  The look that moved her, captured her heart, inspired her, and compelled her.  She did not hesitate.  She turned towards the bed, lowered her jeans to her knees, and bent over, supporting herself on her forearms, with her cheek pressed to the sheets. And he did not hesitate either.  It was a loving spanking, brought on by an intimate need to have her ass scarlet and warm as they ventured out into the vanilla world.  It was his way of showing her that she was his, no matter where they went, and no matter what they did.  His.  In the most intimate, loving way possible. Her spanking did not last long.  She was scarlet and warm to the touch in no time.  Yet over those scant minutes, she was brought to the peak of arousal, her face flushed, her breath coming in gasps, and whimpers and moans heralding the flow from her soaking wet pussy.  She undulated ever so slightly, enveloping herself in the intimacy of his hold over her.   He gave her a reward when he finished.  While he always probed for wetness while he spanked, this time he wanted to complete his preparation of her before they departed.  He took his middle finger and slowly sank it deep into her pussy, with the pad oriented down, towards the floor.  She gasped and whimpered as he took her, coming up on the balls of her feet, only to settle down as he paused, his finger impaled as deep as it could possibly go. And then - he began to crook his finger down - ever so slowly.  She drew her breath in with a soft gasp as she sensed where he was going.  She felt rooted to the bed, rising up again to the balls of her feet, her legs and thighs taut, and her ass cheeks clenching and then relaxing gently as he made his way. He continued to bend his finger, drawing it back a bit, and angling it down the front wall of her pussy.  He approached her g-spot, and she gushed in anticipation.  He lingered just above, in the place that others had mistakenly taken for her pleasure center.  He waited, allowing her to tremble and build in anticipation. And then - ecstasy.  He curled his finger to a perfect position and probed downward and inward, bringing it firmly against her g-spot.  And this time - he did not rub.  He simply laid the pad of his finger on her most erogenous region and slowly increased pressure, bringing her up and up as he went.   She gasped, whimpered and moaned at the sensation, feeling his finger on her most intimate pleasure throttle as he increased the intensity of his grip and opened her up wide.  Her hips undulated involuntarily, and her ass clutched and released, over and over again.  She begged with the kind of need only a submissive could appreciate…. “Oh PLEASE Sir, PLEASE may I cum for you Sir?  PLEASSSEEE, PLEEEASSSEEE, UNNNGGHHH, PLEASSSSSE may I cum for you Sir?” He smiled warmly as he watched her undulate and whimper, feeling her drenched pussy clamp and grab at his finger.  He increased his pressure slowly, and then he whispered the words she needed so desperately to hear…. “Cum for me, girl.” She released, giving up her entire body to the bed-shaking orgasm he had built inside her.  Over and over again, she moaned, spasmed, and screamed her pronouncement…. “Cummmming for YOU, Sir!  OH GODDD I’m CUMMMMING FOR YOU, SIR!  I AM CUMMING FOR YOU SIRRRRRRR!!!!!” Minutes later, as she lay panting - her face embedded in the bedclothes, he nuzzled up against her and gently whispered…. “So girl, are you coming to breakfast?” Treasure the spontaneity of moments stolen from the vanilla world - and never hesitate to dance on the fringe of darkness with the girl you adore. © Fringe of Darkness, 2012 

fringeofdarkness:

On Spontaneous Spankings.


They were finally dressing to depart the hotel for breakfast.  She was very hungry, and he smiled, knowing it was food she craved at this particular moment.  He appreciated her hunger, for he had worked her hard throughout the evening, feeding his own Dominant hunger.  He had also waked her with a particularly sensual ravishing, keeping her pinned against the bed on her belly as he sated himself once more.  

She pulled on her bra and a cute little cotton top, layering over it with a long-sleeved top.  And then she did the wiggle dance, getting on her jeans (which framed her beautiful ass perfectly).  He watched her, once again captivated by the moment, taking in her beauty and feeling so very proud she was his.

She was soon ready to go.  She smiled at him and moved to take the hand he offered.  His soft voice broke the silence of the moment.

“Pull your jeans down, and bend over the bed.  I am going to spank you before we go.”

There were no more words, just his look.  That look.  The look that made her wet instantly and draw her breath in.  The look that moved her, captured her heart, inspired her, and compelled her.  She did not hesitate.  She turned towards the bed, lowered her jeans to her knees, and bent over, supporting herself on her forearms, with her cheek pressed to the sheets.

And he did not hesitate either.  It was a loving spanking, brought on by an intimate need to have her ass scarlet and warm as they ventured out into the vanilla world.  It was his way of showing her that she was his, no matter where they went, and no matter what they did.  His.  In the most intimate, loving way possible.

Her spanking did not last long.  She was scarlet and warm to the touch in no time.  Yet over those scant minutes, she was brought to the peak of arousal, her face flushed, her breath coming in gasps, and whimpers and moans heralding the flow from her soaking wet pussy.  She undulated ever so slightly, enveloping herself in the intimacy of his hold over her.  

He gave her a reward when he finished.  While he always probed for wetness while he spanked, this time he wanted to complete his preparation of her before they departed.  He took his middle finger and slowly sank it deep into her pussy, with the pad oriented down, towards the floor.  She gasped and whimpered as he took her, coming up on the balls of her feet, only to settle down as he paused, his finger impaled as deep as it could possibly go.

And then - he began to crook his finger down - ever so slowly.  She drew her breath in with a soft gasp as she sensed where he was going.  She felt rooted to the bed, rising up again to the balls of her feet, her legs and thighs taut, and her ass cheeks clenching and then relaxing gently as he made his way.

He continued to bend his finger, drawing it back a bit, and angling it down the front wall of her pussy.  He approached her g-spot, and she gushed in anticipation.  He lingered just above, in the place that others had mistakenly taken for her pleasure center.  He waited, allowing her to tremble and build in anticipation.

And then - ecstasy.  He curled his finger to a perfect position and probed downward and inward, bringing it firmly against her g-spot.  And this time - he did not rub.  He simply laid the pad of his finger on her most erogenous region and slowly increased pressure, bringing her up and up as he went.  

She gasped, whimpered and moaned at the sensation, feeling his finger on her most intimate pleasure throttle as he increased the intensity of his grip and opened her up wide.  Her hips undulated involuntarily, and her ass clutched and released, over and over again.  She begged with the kind of need only a submissive could appreciate….

“Oh PLEASE Sir, PLEASE may I cum for you Sir?  PLEASSSEEE, PLEEEASSSEEE, UNNNGGHHH, PLEASSSSSE may I cum for you Sir?”

He smiled warmly as he watched her undulate and whimper, feeling her drenched pussy clamp and grab at his finger.  He increased his pressure slowly, and then he whispered the words she needed so desperately to hear….

“Cum for me, girl.”

She released, giving up her entire body to the bed-shaking orgasm he had built inside her.  Over and over again, she moaned, spasmed, and screamed her pronouncement….

“Cummmming for YOU, Sir!  OH GODDD I’m CUMMMMING FOR YOU, SIR!  I AM CUMMING FOR YOU SIRRRRRRR!!!!!”

Minutes later, as she lay panting - her face embedded in the bedclothes, he nuzzled up against her and gently whispered….

“So girl, are you coming to breakfast?”

Treasure the spontaneity of moments stolen from the vanilla world - and never hesitate to dance on the fringe of darkness with the girl you adore.

© Fringe of Darkness, 2012 

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akadoe: way it feels to ‘own’ her, pull her in, closer-tighter, and feel the way she slips-in to fit…so right…hear her sighs and gentle touch.

akadoe:

way it feels to ‘own’ her, pull her in, closer-tighter, and feel the way she slips-in to fit…so right…hear her sighs and gentle touch.

(via cindersk)