Here's my first piece. Just a little piece but I had fun with it and I hope you do too.
Liquid
It had been a long day and he was tired, somehow even the hot shower didn't seem ease the aches in his muscles. With a sigh he turned off the water then hesitated. Maybe a soak would help. He settled into the tub and reached for the faucet when suddenly something brushed his hand. Startled he looked up to see a strange woman standing beside the tub in nothing but a robe. Her fingers closed firmly around his wrist, pulling it back from the faucet. Her eyes locked on his and she shook her head slightly free hand on his chest pressing him against the back of the tub.
He leaned back, half surprised with his own compliance, mesmerized by the green eyes that held his gaze. She stood eyes never leaving his and let the robe slide to a puddle on the floor leaving him staring at pale white skin and soft curves.
He was still unable to move as she stepped into the the tub between his legs. Then before his eyes her body became transparent starting at her feet and working up until finally her eyes were the last to vanish, leaving her shape there like a shimmering liquid. Then like a liquid she crashed down around him splashing over him, war, wet. Like water, but so infinitely controlled as it rushed over him like a thousand tongues licking at his skin.
Frightened he tried to move, but she crashed down on his chest knocking the breath out of him. He tried to scream but she rushed into his mouth. He lay back again, eyes wide as she flowed over him, one giant tongue now, licking, teasing every nerve, making him him moan as the fluid ebbed from his mouth.
Looking down he could see himself harden as she (it?) swirled around his cock like a tight warm vice, pulsing. He moaned louder pushing up against nothing as the liquid cloak moved with him, shocked at his own reaction and the more shocked when his piss slit was pushed open and the liquid flowed, no, pushed inside him, somehow stiff yet still so soft and warm. sliding all the way down to his bladder.
He screamed as the liquid pulsed inside him, thrashing mindlessly at the pleasure/pain/sensation. Wanting it to end. Wanting it to never stop. The liquid still stroking over his skin. His every nerve still so alive as it floated around his face, pressing his eyelids closed, leaving only his nose and mouth free.
Slowly his cries softened to little whimpers. His hips rocking at this strange new sensation, starting to relax, to give in, to enjoy. Still this woman, this thing, was not done with him. Sliding slowly down pressing down hard on his tight balls until he screamed out again then slipping down between the cheeks of his ass, teasing against that tight little pucker and making the screams turn to moans again.
Relentlessly the liquid pushed, flowing into him a little at first but stretching him wider and wider, firm but pliable, warm, wet, opening him and sliding in deep pressing into this virgin orifice. He gasped and moaned and the liquid pulsed in time seeming to grow more, excited?
He jerked and tried to thrust his hip, doubly penetrated. The liquid wrapped around his legs, his arms, holding him, so mobile, yet so strong. He whimpered again and again the liquid shimmered with the sound. Surrendering further he lay back, no longer fighting giving voice to his pleasure as the liquid invaded him, slid in and out of him and (dare he even think it) fucked him.
The liquid seemed to respond to every sound, shivering, pulsing, pounding into him again and again. All the while it suckled at every inch of his skin, keeping every nerve teased and on edge. His cries turning to frustration as the rod inside him blocked his cum and he was pressed into the tub unable to thrust, pounded again and again forced into this new role as he lay, loving and hating it in the same thought until suddenly the liquid withdrew from his shaft still teasing around his cock and balls still pounding and pulsing into his gut, lapping around his nipples until he screamed once more, this time adding his own cloudy liquid to the clear.
He collapsed back into the tub consciousness slowly ebbing away, his last impression of a soft soothing voice and vivid green eyes.
Liquid
It had been a long day and he was tired, somehow even the hot shower didn't seem ease the aches in his muscles. With a sigh he turned off the water then hesitated. Maybe a soak would help. He settled into the tub and reached for the faucet when suddenly something brushed his hand. Startled he looked up to see a strange woman standing beside the tub in nothing but a robe. Her fingers closed firmly around his wrist, pulling it back from the faucet. Her eyes locked on his and she shook her head slightly free hand on his chest pressing him against the back of the tub.
He leaned back, half surprised with his own compliance, mesmerized by the green eyes that held his gaze. She stood eyes never leaving his and let the robe slide to a puddle on the floor leaving him staring at pale white skin and soft curves.
He was still unable to move as she stepped into the the tub between his legs. Then before his eyes her body became transparent starting at her feet and working up until finally her eyes were the last to vanish, leaving her shape there like a shimmering liquid. Then like a liquid she crashed down around him splashing over him, war, wet. Like water, but so infinitely controlled as it rushed over him like a thousand tongues licking at his skin.
Frightened he tried to move, but she crashed down on his chest knocking the breath out of him. He tried to scream but she rushed into his mouth. He lay back again, eyes wide as she flowed over him, one giant tongue now, licking, teasing every nerve, making him him moan as the fluid ebbed from his mouth.
Looking down he could see himself harden as she (it?) swirled around his cock like a tight warm vice, pulsing. He moaned louder pushing up against nothing as the liquid cloak moved with him, shocked at his own reaction and the more shocked when his piss slit was pushed open and the liquid flowed, no, pushed inside him, somehow stiff yet still so soft and warm. sliding all the way down to his bladder.
He screamed as the liquid pulsed inside him, thrashing mindlessly at the pleasure/pain/sensation. Wanting it to end. Wanting it to never stop. The liquid still stroking over his skin. His every nerve still so alive as it floated around his face, pressing his eyelids closed, leaving only his nose and mouth free.
Slowly his cries softened to little whimpers. His hips rocking at this strange new sensation, starting to relax, to give in, to enjoy. Still this woman, this thing, was not done with him. Sliding slowly down pressing down hard on his tight balls until he screamed out again then slipping down between the cheeks of his ass, teasing against that tight little pucker and making the screams turn to moans again.
Relentlessly the liquid pushed, flowing into him a little at first but stretching him wider and wider, firm but pliable, warm, wet, opening him and sliding in deep pressing into this virgin orifice. He gasped and moaned and the liquid pulsed in time seeming to grow more, excited?
He jerked and tried to thrust his hip, doubly penetrated. The liquid wrapped around his legs, his arms, holding him, so mobile, yet so strong. He whimpered again and again the liquid shimmered with the sound. Surrendering further he lay back, no longer fighting giving voice to his pleasure as the liquid invaded him, slid in and out of him and (dare he even think it) fucked him.
The liquid seemed to respond to every sound, shivering, pulsing, pounding into him again and again. All the while it suckled at every inch of his skin, keeping every nerve teased and on edge. His cries turning to frustration as the rod inside him blocked his cum and he was pressed into the tub unable to thrust, pounded again and again forced into this new role as he lay, loving and hating it in the same thought until suddenly the liquid withdrew from his shaft still teasing around his cock and balls still pounding and pulsing into his gut, lapping around his nipples until he screamed once more, this time adding his own cloudy liquid to the clear.
He collapsed back into the tub consciousness slowly ebbing away, his last impression of a soft soothing voice and vivid green eyes.
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3 comments:
Oh my. I so love the way you have dragged out the agony of the things that scare him,that he fears, that he doesn't understand, that hurt... and turned them into that delicious need and desire and hunger for them. Despite himself. Making him want what she wants to do.
Lovely.
You know... after almost a month, this still makes my toes curl.
That was cool! Wow!
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