Ambient Storm


Indigo, Baby…

Last time I complained I came too fast.

In retrospect, maybe that wasn't the best idea.

Now, writhing in pre-orgasmic tension, I'm hissing at him through my teeth.

He takes my ankles in his hands and leans back down, flicking his tongue quickly over my swollen flesh.

In between suckling on tender lips and savoring my trigger-ready clit, he brings my earlier comments up for debate.

I don't care. I just want to cum.

He's waiting for me to beg but he knows better.

Pulling myself up and grabbing at him, he dodges like a prize fighter and laughs.

I'm not as amused as I look at his hard cock, poised perfectly between my open legs.

"Fuck me" I scream at him as I catch a chunk of his hair.

That's not begging, that's demanding.


(Finn was in town a few weeks ago and we had quick, hot, hotel sex in between our respective meetings... )

I Have to do it…

I need to go away for a while.

Not forever, but for the next few months.

I may post occasionally, but for the foreseeable future, my focus will be on some other projects of a less erotic nature.

Life sometimes gets in the way, and while these events are all happy, I feel I can no longer divide my time.

Lately, I post here so infrequently that is seems unfair to not give it my all when I DO post.

My daughter's wedding is coming up in late August, and hopefully the other projects I am working on will take off and bear fruit, so to speak.

In the meantime, if you want to get in touch with me, email me!

I'm never very far away, and I WILL be back!

Initiation, Part Two

This is part two... Part one is right under this entry.

“Yes, that’s right, Peter. Please. Good, say please….” she urged him with her kisses across his lips, down his neck, across his nipples, her teeth playfully nipping them. Over and over he said please, he lost count of how many times he said it, hoping it would change things until abruptly she stopped him. Taking his face in her hands, she held his jaw and Peter felt something smooth against his lips. He felt the satin of her panties, smelled her scent and opened his mouth. She stopped. He whimpered again. He wondered if she wanted him to protest the gag. He didn’t want to. He wanted the gag, he had silently prayed for it. Now he was worried she wouldn’t do it. He frowned and quieted down. He could still move his hips and he was unhappy and frustrated over this prospect. Suddenly, Peter felt a collar go around his neck. Soft supple leather but he heard the rings make a tinkling sound as she fastened it around his neck. Then two clicks, as she attached snaps to the rings on the side of the collar. She worked quickly and quietly, attaching more leather strips through the rings and securing his neck to each side of the headboard. “This” she said, “will keep you a little more still for me”. Peter frowned, although he was on an adrenaline rush like no other he had ever experienced.

“Oh, trust me, sweetheart” she said, as if sensing his displeasure. “Relax, and enjoy the ride.” Peter smiled and she grabbed his jaw again, forcing her panties into his mouth as she did. He took them, tasting her, smelling her, feeling the material and he moaned again. “Tsk tsk, you need to be quiet,” she said disapprovingly. And with that comment she was off him again, he felt her pull away, as she grabbed his thighs and began attaching straps to them. Thick straps tightly wrapped around each thigh. Again he felt a click on each side as the snaps closed the restraints. Peter was trying to figure out how she was going to keep him down when he heard her click again and pull. First on his left side, waist and thigh, then at his right side, waist and thigh. His legs were forced apart further as she did this, and she unsnapped his ankles from the spreader bar just in time. His legs were pulled apart and she then attached his ankles to the bottom corners of the bed. Effectively, he would have been spread eagle, had his hands not been attached to his sides, at his waist. Peter whimpered through his gag, tried to buck his hips, just for good measure, but to no avail. He heard her laugh at his attempts and he struggled for real now. He loved the way struggling made him feel, the leather pulling against his wrists and neck.

He felt her straddle him, her bare legs wrapped around him and he quieted down, anticipating what was next. Feather light touches with her fingers down his chest, over his nipples, caused him to shiver. Tender little kisses on his neck, tiny bites on his ear, and then he felt her. The warmth against his hard cock, just above him, almost out of reach. She grabbed his shaft and slid it in between her lips, rubbing his head against her clit. Instinctively Peter tried to move his hips and couldn’t. “Poor baby” she cooed sweetly and he knew she was smiling, quite proud of her accomplishment. He worked hard at his gag, trying to push it from his mouth, but it didn’t work the way he had thought it would. He wasn’t sure if he was concentrating hard enough or not. He liked the way it felt.

“Very nice, Peter” she said. “Doesn’t it feel nice, your head sliding against my clit?” Peter nodded as best he could, the ties on his collar restricting his movement a fair amount. “I’d ask you to say please again, but obviously you can’t” she laughed and slid his cock deep inside her. Peter tossed his head from side to side, his movements slight but violent as she rode him for about 10 deep thrusts and then stopped and moved back to his thighs. This had been Peter’s own fantasy, this part. And he had never imagined it would be this frustrating. Sweat formed on his brow in spite of the fact that the room was cool enough.

When she got up again Peter thought he would scream, had it not been for the gag. Amused, he thought about why he was gagged in the first place. Right -- so he couldn’t protest. He now knew he would if he had been able to.

And then she untied his ankles. She didn’t uncuff him, she just removed them from their tie-downs. She loosened his thigh restraints also. Peter felt a strange fear come over him. Not of what she might do but rather of what she might not do. He had this horrifying fear that she was finished, although the whole thing made no sense. In a flash he recalled all the events to see if there was any reason she could be mad at him or want to stop and he couldn’t think of any. He felt her hands on his ankles, as she bent his knees and spread his legs wide, making him very vulnerable to her. She bent over and kissed his thighs and licked his balls with just the tip of her tongue and he shivered and tried to moan again. He felt her lubed finger slide inside him and he thought in an instant he was going to cum. She praised him for being still and she spoke soothingly to him, as he felt the tip of the plug replace her finger. Pushing against it, the small plug slid into his ass and she pushed it deep, leaving nothing but the flat end on the outside. He liked how it felt. She brought his legs back down and re-secured everything exactly as it had been, not saying another word to him while she worked.

When she was finished, she spoke. “Now” she began, “we will play a little game. You would like to play a game wouldn’t you, Peter?” He nodded. “Good. The game is played like this. Make me cum, and you get to cum. It’s all very simple. I know you can do it.” And with that she turned the plug inside him on, sending waves of vibration through his body. It vibrated against the base of his cock and balls and his neck muscles tightened in place of the moaning that would have taken place, if the panties in his mouth hadn’t muffled it. It felt fabulous. He didn’t want her to turn it off, he knew he could cum from it if she left it on, which of course she didn’t. He frowned again and she laughed. “But” she began again, “If I am not satisfied with how you make me cum, or how fast or how well, you may not get to cum at all. I reserve the right to stop, get up, and order you to dress and we will continue this another time. Is that clear?” Oh, crystal clear Peter thought, but nodded his agreement.

“Very well” she said and with one movement removed his gag. Leaning over and kissing him, she poured water into his waiting mouth, which he took thankfully. Then, straddling his head, she lowered her pussy down onto his waiting mouth. “Suck it” she commanded as she grabbed his hair. Peter sucked eagerly, his tongue darting in and out and up and down frantically between her lips. She stroked his hair and steadied him, slowing his pace, telling him not to rush and he began licking her gently at first until her breathing changed and she moaned lightly, then he flicked his tongue against her clit which was swollen by then. She tasted sweet and it was warm and his cock ached so badly as he did it, wanting so badly to do the best job he could, not just so he could cum, but also to please her. She teased him repeatedly, pulling away, making him reach as best he could, lifting his head and straining against the collar. He would settle into a rhythm and she would pull away, so that just the tip of his tongue touched her. She was having a great time, Peter thought she just wanted to torment him and not cum at all. His nose rubbed against her clit as his tongue, like a cock, entered her. She grabbed his hair, she directed him, and she rode his mouth and he loved it. Then, holding her lips open with her fingers she moved his mouth onto her swollen clit and Peter sucked and licked and played with it and he felt her shaking start, small at first and then uncontrollably as she came, her juices flowing onto his face.

“Mmmm, good boy, Peter” she said as she moved down his body, and his cock entered her with one movement. He tried in vain to buck his hips, an involuntary reaction to being plunged deeply into her pussy. She leaned over and removed his blindfold, kissed his eyelids as he adjusted to the light, and licked her juices off his face, before kissing his mouth, her taste on his lips.

The vibration started slowly at first and it took him by surprise. He had been so wrapped up in what he was doing that he had almost forgotten about the butt plug. Now, of course, the vibrations sent waves through his lower body and her rocking motion on his cock made it hard to think of anything other than wanting to cum so badly. As if sensing this she stopped her movements and smiled at him wickedly. Leaning forward again she lengthened the lead on his collar and pulled him to her nipple. As she leaned forward, Peter sucked her nipples but the forward motion brought his cock almost out of her pussy as she did. He couldn’t decide which he wanted more; to cum or to suck her nipples or to feel the vibration.

He clenched and unclenched his hands as she made the decision for him.

Initiation, Part One

Peter had no idea how long he had been there, laying in the darkness. An hour, two hours, 15 minutes…. Time had become a blur. Certain senses were heightened by the deprivation of others and he was very, very excited. The blindfold made it absolutely impossible to tell what time of day it was, and the smell of leather filled his nostrils and he inhaled deeply. He pulled against the leather restraints attached to his wrists and his fingers fumbled around, looking for the knot, which, of course, was on the opposite side of his palm. He was impressed by the fact that she remembered little details.

She had met him at the door and escorted him to her bedroom, removing article after article of clothing along the way, slowly and sensually, until at the threshold of her room, he stood there naked.

“Beautiful” she had breathed into his ear, her breath against his neck sending a shiver across his nipples and down his spine. He remembered the feel of her hands down his back; recalled how she had pulled his wrists behind his waist and fastened them with metal cuffs. Not at all what he had wanted, although the symbolic ‘click’ had made him smile in spite of the fact they were a bit uncomfortable. She had laughed and made comment about that very fact, saying how long she had waited to hear the click, and to feel the cold steel in her hands as she ran her fingers lightly across his warm palms. He had squeezed his fingers in response to her touch but she pulled away from him. Commanding him to stand still, she ran her hands down his belly, stroking his hardening cock slowly and lovingly. He felt her breath close to him as her tongue darted out, encircling his nipple, and Peter moaned. Deftly she removed the cuffs from his wrists and brought his hands up to her mouth, kissing them and smiling at him wickedly.

Leading him to the bed, she had pushed him down and straddled his thighs. Peter remembered the strength in her hands against his biceps as she pushed his arms down and kissed him before stopping and telling him very quietly he was hers. Maybe it was the tone of her voice, maybe it was the feel of her body against his naked flesh, but the way she had said it had made him nervous and excited at the same time. As she blindfolded him, he succumbed to total darkness, which only intensified his apprehension. She tied his wrists with long leather strips; the ones Peter had dreamt about for so long. First one wrist tied to the headboard, then the other. Moving the leather under his nose as she did this, he had breathed deeply and smelled that wonderful heady scent and the longing moved through his limbs as he patterned the scent in his memory. She tied the other wrist and moved her hands under him, massaging his muscles down his back and to his waist, as she moved off his body. He started to ask a question of her, secretly hoping she would gag him, but she only hushed him and moved to his ankles. This time cuffs had gone around them, and Peter felt a metal bar being placed between them, keeping them a measurable distance apart. The cold of the bar had made him jump slightly, a sharp contrast to her warm hands. He heard her movements, sensed her somehow and listened intently for what was coming next.

Then nothing. Total silence. He heard jagged breathing but realized it was his own. The pounding in his head matched the pounding in his chest and he felt dizzy. It was fabulous. He wondered how long she would keep him like this and what was next. Which brought him full circle to where he was now. Laying on the bed, in total darkness waiting for her.

Suddenly Peter felt a shiver as her nail brushed the bottom of his foot and he jumped again. He had thought he was paying close attention but had not heard her come in. Now he wondered if she had been there the entire time.

“Just making sure you are still awake and paying attention” she said.

“Oh, yes” Peter answered. She had to be kidding. Every nerve ending in his body was on fire, which, he assumed was exactly how she wanted it to be.

“Good boy Peter” she said as he heard the clinking of chains and rings. Then silence again, but he felt her move in between his legs and he raised his hips in anticipation. Laughing, she grabbed his hips and slid the belt under him, pushing him back down onto the bed. The weight of the thick piece of leather, coupled with the sound of the hardware attached to it, made Peter gasp and whimper slightly. He had waited to feel this and the smooth skin of the leather encircled his waist, as she cinched the belts just tight enough to leave no doubt of whom was in control. Reaching up, she untied his wrists from the bedposts, keeping the leather strips tightly around them, and secured each wrist to one of the side rings on the belt.

Peter shivered as her nails lightly tickled the hair on the top of his thighs and he felt her hair on his belly as her mouth took him in. The warmth of her tongue under his cock head caused him to buck his hips again, in spite of trying to remain still, as she had instructed him. He wanted to run his hands through her hair, guide her down on his shaft but he couldn’t and it frustrated him more than he had expected. His hands clenched into fists and he pulled against his restraints, getting his hands slightly around to the front, his fingers lightly brushing her hair but not able to grasp. He moaned in protest and shook his head as she pulled away from him and moved up his belly, lightly kissing her way to his nipples, which were so hard they ached.

“Control, Peter. Remember who has control here.” she said in his ear, as her tongue licked his neck and he nodded and swallowed, his throat suddenly very dry. “Do you understand?” she raked her nails lightly over his nipples as she asked the question and Peter nodded again and moaned, begging quietly for her to do something, what he was not certain at that moment.

"Please" was all that came out of his mouth.

To be continued...

And so it goes :)

I am leaving Saturday for Toronto, for a gig that may mean me moving there permanently.

It's a great opportunity and one I really can't pass up.

I will miss being in Chicago, and my friends and most of all, I will miss Storm.

We agreed to visit each other, especially since I still have family here and with everything she has going on over the next 6 months, she will need a break!

So for the last few months we have been busy getting some playmates lined up for her. Since she has a hard time finding a real "switch" to play with, it looks like she'll have to have two playmates, at least.

Poor her!

Take care of each other. I'll be keeping tabs on her from the 'comments' side of the page.

Mercy…

He pins me down on the floor; I struggle for control but it's not going to be easy this time.

He's much bigger than me and as I grab his biceps I feel the steel underneath my nails, unyielding.

My breath is coming in shattered waves as he pushes against me.

Pushing... me to yield.

I can feel the sweat on my neck as I muster the strength to fight, smiling through gritted teeth.

He flashes a smile, and in the red light coming off the stage, the white of his teeth takes on an eerie hue.

His hands reach under me, grabbing my ass and squeezing the flesh, unrelenting, gripping.

The music from the stage beats against the floor, reverbs through my chest.

I can see the guitarist and hear the low growl of blues to my left.

Reaching my hands up, I grab his long hair and snap his head to one side looking at him, before bringing his mouth to mine, crushing him with my kisses. My legs finally break free and I wrap them around his waist as he lifts me off the floor and dry fucks me.

I can feel his cock through his jeans, against the thin fabric of my panties since my skirt is all but gone, up around my waist.

The muscles in my neck are tight and I seethe with both contempt and desire for this man.

It's mock contempt of course. The desire is real.

He grinds and thrusts and as he breaks loose from my mouth he sinks his teeth into my neck.

The blind fury rushes through me and in an instant I cum, bucking and kicking him with my heels.

Moments later I am laughing, drained for a breath, then ready for more...

Fate, part one…

He follows her into the hotel room and as she closes the door she pulls a satin sash out of her pocket, wraps it across his eyes and he succumbs to darkness. He stands quietly as she rummages through her bag and as he begins to speak she silences him with a leather gag. The smell invades his senses and he breathes deeply, enjoying the scent. He has worn the old t-shirt she told him to wear, and the jeans that button. She wraps a collar around his neck and grabs the ring with her finger. Pulling him toward her she whispers to him….

“Bad boy. I must make you understand. You haven’t been paying nearly enough attention to me lately and I believe the only way to get through to you is to insist you listen to me and do as I say. Is this clear?”

He nods and tries to answer but his nod suffices. He wonders why he is still dressed but dares not ask. He feels her circle him, running her hands over his body, grabbing his crotch. He hears sounds behind him that excite him but he cannot tell exactly what they are. He smells leather and his breathing quickens but she doesn’t touch him. He cocks his head to hear more but is greeted only with silence.

She chastises him again, telling him what a bad boy he has been and how he must be punished. He nods as she grabs his chin and asks him if he understands. He can tell by the tone of her voice that this pleases and excites her, which in turn excites him. He nods again and muffles a response through his gag. She tells him not to protest as she takes his body and makes it hers. He knows that if he were not blindfolded he would see that wicked glint in her eye as she says it.

Pulling his collar she leads him to the bed. She pushes him down and attaches his wrists to a chain, bringing his arms out to his sides. She slowly unbuttons his jeans, and pulls them down his legs, and finally off. His cock starts to harden at the anticipation of what is to come.

She grabs his cock and slips the head into her warm mouth, sucking gently as her hand moves over his leg. Slipping a finger in his ass as his cock slides deeper into his throat, her other hand tightens around his balls and tugs. Sliding up his body, close to his ear, she tells him he is hers to do with as she pleases. He nods and tries to speak again.

Sitting up, she takes his shirt and rips it from his body…

A part of him shivers as he contemplates his fate...

Animal Instincts…

They crawl wordlessly toward each other. The winter sun beams the late afternoon in through the blinds and they each seek the glow in the center of the bed.

As she slides in toward him, he turns and slips his arm around her thigh. Smiling, she mimics his movement and bends over, nuzzling his hard cock against her cheek.

It is the scent that drives them, claiming them to one another. She buries her nose against his lower belly and breathes deeply; the heady musk makes her involuntarily moan.

He lifts his mouth from her hip and gently rolls her onto her back, spreading her velvet thighs as he does.

"Good girl, baby..." he whispers to her and the words move electrically from her ears to her clit, where they pool and pulse.

He leans over and breathes her in, her essence intoxicating him and his cock drips onto her right nipple. She whimpers and takes his long shaft in her fist, milking it to slake her thirst.

He resists the urge to thrust his cock deep into her throat, letting her lick and suck the head, all the while pumping a string of pearls onto her tongue.

Pulling her thighs wide, he watches as her glistening lips open, flushing deeply. Gently he pulls her lips apart and taking his tongue, licks straight down the shaft, letting the tip of his tongue curl over the tiny, eager bud. She bucks her hips as he sucks on her lips and slides his artistic fingers inside her.

He pushes and she bears down on his hand, riding it until she is shaking so hard he can no longer keep her still. He removes his tongue and replaces it with his fingers, barely touching but with lighting speed across her sensitive clitoris.

She bucks and moans as he fucks her with his hand and fingers and watches her pussy engulf him, his fingers glistening and fragrant with her essence.

As her next orgasm crashes through his hands, she grabs his ass with her nails and pulls him toward her.

It's then he thrusts.

And the tables turn...

The Idea of Him…

(This is NOT about Finn. And it is not supposed to be sad!)

I've managed to let go of the idea of him.

To quell the feeling inside me when he walks in the room, understanding he belongs to someone else, even if only occasionally. I have done a great job, barely thinking of him, except in those really late hours with only my thoughts and the moonlight streaming in.

I pride myself on being in a circle of his friends and not staring at him too long, or watching his movements, imagining his fingers as he moves them across the frets of his guitar or when he laughs and puts his hand over his face.

I've managed to stop the audible sighs when he looks across the room and winks at me.

But what do I do when he walks into a room and slides up to me to kiss or hug me hello and breathes warmly into my neck, caressing just a moment longer than he probably should, and his hands move down and cup my ass cheeks, almost lifting me up into his arms?

Where the next natural movement would be for me to wrap my legs around his waist...
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~Storm

Lately…

Lately there have been so many things going on in my life, from demo and reno of rooms in my current house, a book deal (non-erotic) and various business proposals, that getting time for sex is tough. Those of you who are dedicated patrons of this blog have no doubt noticed this.

So, even though it is hard to imagine, when I do get time, my body is not always in tune with my head. I break for a moment, and something comes up, and it's not what I WANT to come up, but it is just how it goes.

Contractors have been in and out of my house the past two weeks, and for a week I have a reprieve until I have to go out and buy marble for the bathroom and get that room ready to sand and paint walls and finish before moving to another room.

My daughter gets married this summer and in the midst of planning that, I'm building a house in the Carolinas. An exciting time, but one that is so busy I barely have time to think.

Finn is considering a job in Toronto, Evan is considering a job back in Chicago, and Jack is considering moving south with me. I will miss Finn something awful if he goes, welcome Evan back if he arrives and I have no idea what will happen with Jack. He is not moving to be with me per se' but has seized an opportunity to work there, and since he and I have been business partners on and off for 12 years, it makes sense. Couple that with Johnny's best friend, who is currently working on a project with me and will probably move south with me also.

We make our family from our friends as well as those related to us and I am happiest when surrounded by all of them, and with any luck we will all make the journey to a beautiful house nestled in the woods and 4 miles from the ocean sometime later this year.

I have so much to be thankful for, and so many wonderful and crazy things happening that I wanted you all to know.

I have not left, and I promise to still light a fire here and tell you about it.

After all, a secret is something you tell... right?


(And no, Finn will not be gone from my life, even if he moves to Toronto, will you Finn?)