The Smell of Making Love

 

The Smell of Making Love

I could smell him on me all day today at work...which worked out to be a very nice distraction from the monotony of work and the smell of the guy who stands next to me at work who smells like rotting raw chicken and body odor. At work, they call me the bloodhound nose, cuz I can smell all the things nobody else can smell. But that's another story.

But having his smell on me that day was delicious, distracting, delightful and thankfully, nobody else could smell him on me, cuz they're not “primal” like me, nor a bloodhound (apparently)...LOL! And I was glad for the distraction, wishing I could tell “somebody” about it, but having no one to tell who would understand or care...I just went on about my day, smelling him in wafts as I moved about my workplace.

Sometimes when you fuck somebody and you know it's just fucking...yeah that happens. But sometimes you think it's just fucking and it turns out to be making love...well, that's what this was. This smell that lingered on me all day...it was the smell of love.

I'd known him for years and it had never come to this before. We both knew that we wanted to do it, in the years and evenings leading up to it, but both had hesitations...that we discussed at length—this part comes later.

Now, for back story...we've been snuggling together for years on the couch and watching tv, or listening to music or just talking. He's actually the thing/person that helped me get through one of the worst things that ever happened to me (rape. I'm talking about full on rape...when I couldn't trust any male person for a very long while, but still could trust him...and just like he always was, he was there for me after that happened to me, and was the one MALE I knew wouldn't take advantage of the situation at all, and could just let me trust a male again, by showing me, with his actions, though gentle, at my pace, cuddles, that didn't lead to anything more). But that's, of course, another story too...and almost makes this story harder to tell at all, cuz I have all the fear of losing him, of telling the story poorly, of how much it may hurt my heart, if I share this story with him. But it needs to be said, cuz I had reminded him of this fact recently, and he once again felt bad for me, but still just gave me that all-encompassing hug that he's capable of, that makes everything feel right as rain.

Further, but more recent, back story: the night before we went further than we probably should have and I woke up the next day with his smell all over me, we had snuggled on the couch a lot. And on that night, we had been very close to “sealing the deal”, maybe we talked about it directly, maybe it was just implied by our subtle conversations about it, but we were both buzzy-headed and I didn't want to make the wrong choice. I'm poly, he's not. In fact, in my recollection, he's never been even close to being poly—always tending to prefer serious relationships, while he watched me go through person after person without a care for any of them. But, for me, being finally “poly” felt like a gods-send, finally having a label to put on what I was already doing was like a blessing from the millennial/gen Z gods, cuz finally I could be what I always was and now, there's a “societally appropriate” word for it.

So, trying to let my-so-called “level” (buzzy) head prevail, I stopped it once again. But he wanted to kiss me, I could tell cuz he kept looking me in the eyes and moving his face close to my face...and also kissing me on the head while we were snuggling together. But, kissing was something we had never done before. However, I REALLY WANTED to kiss him too that night...but I tried to be level-headed even through the potential bad judgment of alcohol, so I kept saying that I didn't care about if we took it further than cuddling cuz I was poly, but was worried about his relationship since he wasn't. So we called it a night. And both went to separate beds. But then I laid down, and realized something.....

So I got out of bed, snuck into his room, not really sneaking, if we're being honest, if he's staying in the extra room in my house and knows he didn't lock the door, and is ex-military like me, so he probably hears every sound that happens around a house during the quiet hours, but whatever. I “snuck”. And I climbed on top of him...his naked hairy chest exposed to me...(cuz apparently all guys sleep shirtless or whatever...tee hee).

I leaned over to kiss him, just a breath away.

“I just wanna see what it's like before I talk myself outta it in the morning”, I said.

And I then I leaned in to kiss him. And kept kissing him...a lot! I could feel his naked chest against my shirt, his hot breath coursing through me. He tried to pull me in further...wanting it to be more...but I stopped it at kissing, went to bed with the memory of that kiss, and the knowing that he wanted more, but still respected me enough to not try to convince me otherwise. Has there ever in the history of stories been anything as 100% sexy as that kind of respect? Sooo...yeah.... It was hard to sleep. I kept having to talk myself out of going back in there, believing that we could “think” about it more clearly in the morning...but then morning came...and there were other complications that prevented anything from happening in the morning, even talking about it.

Now, on the previous few nights he'd been over to visit, we had talked and snuggled and generally been the friends “only” that we had previously been in our “past” lives, but on those nights, he kept finding my “spots” like the back of my head caressed gently, or the curve of my hips when he'd hug me tightly to say goodbye, or the gentle kisses he kept placing on the side of my face and near, but not directly ON, my ears. And even through all that, my brain kept saying, “NO, don't do this!!!” and my heart kept saying, “what is the real reason NOT to do this?” And every night prior, I had talked myself out of it...talked myself out of the thing I REALLY WANTED to do, cuz my brain almost always wins in these situations. Except that darn night before last night, when I had sneaked into his room to kiss him, cuz I knew I'd talk myself out of that by morning, and I was tired of wondering what it would feel like.

So on that “darn” night before last, my brain finally got on board a little, probably inspired by drinking, but then, as I was laying in bed, my brain said “...when has alcohol ever STOPPED me from doing what I want to do? um... basically never.” So after we had both “gone” to bed, I got up, opened his door (in my house, mind you) and just climbed on top of him in the bed, and started kissing him...light kissing, the kind that could not let it go too far...knowing that I could stop myself, cuz I had already talked myself out of going further than that, so I knew I could hold that boundary. But I'm pretty bad at holding boundaries to be honest. And, on that night, when he'd tried to pull me in further, keep me there longer, I got up and went back to bed, now knowing exactly what it was like to kiss him...and also knowing that kissing him hadn't helped talk me out of anything further at all. In fact, it basically did the opposite.

Back story over.

He came back the next night though—this is the night I ended up smelling like him and taking it with me to work today—and we had once again begun snuggling on the couch, but I went outside for a cigarette, and of course it was raining, it started light but before we could get to the “safety” of the carport, it had started dumping buckets, so we were soaked to the skin. And side note, I say of course it was raining, because the rain almost always follows any magical encounter of mine...and this night, though I didn't (quite) know it at the time, was most definitely a night for magic to happen.

Then he starting asking about what we had done the prior night (the kissing...you know the thing we'd literally NEVER done before in 18 years or so of being friends).

“So what other things did you talk yourself out of?” he asked

“I'm not so sure I talked myself out of any of them,” I replied. “I just didn't want my decisions to be based on alcohol.”

“But I'm still poly, and I'm not sure you are...” I continued.

“Well, we've talked about it...”

“And you said you and your wife never really made a decision about it”

And then, he kissed ME! In the rain, both of us fully clothed and drenched with rain, cuz the rain wasn't the light drizzly rain of those beautiful Summer nights, it was the super intense but fleetingly quick bursts of rain of early Spring in the South.

He kissed me cuz he wanted to, cuz he couldn't stop himself from trying again to capture the kiss from the previous night. And I didn't stop him. Kissing isn't really cheating for “normies” right? *I lied to myself * Cuz it's certainly not cheating for me.

“What would your wife think of this?” I asked after I had stopped us kissing, and we were walking back into the house.

“Well she knows I came to visit you?” He said with a slight question in his tone.

“Well, but I'm poly, adding a new person doesn't affect my other relationships, what will it do to yours?”

“Do you think I'll just abandon everything after this?” he asked, knowing we both meant 'if this leads to sex'.

“No,” I said, “but SHE might if she learns about it”.

“Why would she do that?”

“Does she know that I'm the woman you were in love with before you married her?”

The interior lights reflecting off his wet skin, driving me half-wild...*I want to devour him* I thought...but kept my distance.

“She knows all about you. You've met her, she knows who you are, and what we were before.”

*Yes, I've met her, I know she's a good woman who just wanted to recapture what she had had with him in their prior tries at a relationship, and who wanted what HE wanted in those days...a marriage. A solid foundation...stability * I thought to myself. *I mean, who doesn't want those things really? I certainly wanted them for a long time too, but I was looking in all the wrong places. *

But what I said was....

“DOES SHE KNOW I'M THE WOMAN YOU WERE IN LOVE WITH BEFORE YOU MARRIED HER? Like, for real, you told her, directly, that you were in love with me back in those days?” I asked again, quite loudly.

Then I see a look in his eyes that says so much, and I realize something....so I asked, far more gently... “Do YOU know I was the woman you were in love with before you married her?”

“I'm starting to realize that,” he said while staring into my eyes, right through to my soul.

*Humm...he really didn't know it then? * I thought to myself. *Does he know that he was the person I was kinda in love with too back in those days? * I wondered.

We kiss some more after that, and he runs his hand down the back of my head through my hair, sending another shiver through my whole body. He pulls me closer.

“I've already told you how I feel about it,” he said...

Previously he had told me that he and his wife had had some conversations about possibly being with others...but it wasn't exactly a ringing endorsement of his/their ability to be poly. And I hesitated, again. But his wet skin was driving me wild...no more half about it.

Then, we moved closer to the couch, and had stopped kissing, cuz I had reached a point where I wouldn't be able to stop if we continued kissing THAT way...the couch, where we had been sitting previously and cuddling and talking and pushing the boundaries of good behavior, pushing the boundaries of friends vs lovers... that damn couch!

...and then he said, “I'm just tired of us always finding reasons why 'it's not tonight'

a long pause ensued

...we always find some reason why not to.”

And he was right...there were a whole lotta “almosts” in our past. A whole lot of good, legitimate reasons why we didn't or shouldn't...and a whole lot of times when there weren't really any great reasons why not to, but it just didn't happen anyhow. Does that mean it wasn't supposed to have ever happened? Does that mean that it's just never good timing or does it mean that the universe was telling us “this isn't for you”, or maybe it was telling us something else? Maybe the universe kept us apart in those days for other reasons...reasons like: I wouldn't have my child if it had been “us” in those days, he wouldn't have his children if it had been “us” then. But now???? Now what? What is MY (just my own) good reason NOW to not do this? He probably has quite a few, but my only “reason” not to now is that I don't want to hurt him, damage his life. But it won't damage my life.......right?

My heart knew otherwise, but I didn't listen to that brat! She's wrong so often about things...and this could just be another thing she's wrong about.

Yeah, I didn't really believe that lie either.........even then.

So instead of listening to my 'brat' of a heart, I reached out and pulled him into me...kissing him with far more passion than any of our prior kisses. Soul mingling kiss...that's what that was...I didn't say anything. Or maybe I did...i don't know...maybe I said, “yeah, you're right” or some equally boring thing before I pulled him in for the kiss that told him that tonight was going to be THE night...finally!

Were we always in love? And just denying it?

Was he denying it?

Yes.

Was I denying it? Maybe...

probably?...

ok, fine, yes...I was denying it too, but...in my defense, I was denying it sooo hard I never knew till that night. That's some hard core denial right there, whereas I believe HE DID IN FACT KNOW then, but just pushed it away because there was always “some reason for us not to” and he clearly didn't want to lose me in his life. He denied or lied to himself because my friendship was valuable to him, him having my respect and trust was valuable to him...and he had those things in those days, he just didn't have more with me.

But that night...the night I finally gave in...he was holding me like he had always done, and touching me like he'd always done...but it didn't feel that “old” way that night. That night especially...after the prior night of sneaking into his room to kiss him...it. FELT. VERY. DIFFERENT.

On this occasion...we started with just talking and snuggling and him trying to run his hands all over me, and sometimes blaming me for them...

“You put my hands on your breasts again,” he had said...when I had snuggled into him further, while we were just listening to music and talking and snuggling, and his hands happened to get moved.

“Well, actually I didn't mean to do that, but I see that they are there...”

“Welllll.......do you want me to move them?” he asked, with that mischievous tone in his voice.

“Have I moved them?” I asked.

“No,” he said.

“Ok, well, there's AN answer.”

“But you know that no answer is sometimes also an answer,” he responded.

“Yes, indeed I do know that...I say it to people often, in fact,” I smugly replied.

But that had happened earlier that night...before the rain, before the wet kissing...before he had said the thing that had tipped me over the edge...

So we had just come back in from outside, both soaked to the skin from the Spring rain, and he was caressing me like he had on prior nights, but that night, wet from the Spring rain, both of us panting in desperation for each other almost, I was feeling things I'd not felt in a very, very long time, possibly had never felt...him rubbing his strong hands over my shoulders, neck, down my spine, making me tingle with every single touch.. His hot breath gently coursing over my neck and ears, making me move in a way that any person, idiot or not (cuz he kept trying to tell me how clueless he was when people were flirting with him in our past) would know is my sexual arousal way, and moan slightly in a way I've not felt in so long it feels like it never has happened...in that moment, we both knew there was nothing stopping this tonight.

I kept hearing his words replay in my head (those words that tipped the scales, finally).... “I'm tired of it always being 'not tonight'” and after hearing them repeat endlessly in a loop in my brain, I knew I just couldn't overcome my brain anymore.

So...I let him in. Maybe it wasn't my best decision ever, but I did.

But I did it because, my brain and my heart both had literally no other choice...they were both tired of saying “no” too.

So I kissed him again, and he kissed me back with a passion I'd been longing for for so long...the soul melding kissing that can only be done in this situation, where our passions had been driving us to this moment for so long that neither of us could remember just HOW long. And he started rubbing me again...his wet hands moving over my wet skin, down my arms, around to my lower back, pulling me in closer to him.

“Are you sure?” he asked as he pulled away from our embrace and kiss.

I pulled him back into me, and kissed him some more.

Nothing was stopping this train tonight I knew. My brain already gave in, and that's the brat that had stopped us so many times in the past. Even though my heart is quite the brat too! LOL!

As if right on cue, the background music starts playing Usher's “Nice and Slow”...a perfect interlude for where this was going because we both did want to savor this moment, to take it nice and slow and remember it forever. The beat and the harmony melding with our kissing and rubbing of each other...I may remember that song forever...and it will forever be linked with this moment.

I keep kissing him and begin to pull him back towards the couch, as he runs his hands along my sides down to my waist. Then he puts his hands under my shirt, and gently wiggles the soaking wet thing off over my head. He drops it onto the floor and moves his hands down to my waist again and is holding me tight, pulling me into him. My breasts smash against his wet shirt and he lets out a slight moan of pleasure.

*Is this really what I want or what is best? * I wonder to myself for about the 300^th time as he lays me down on the couch.

Then he sits on the couch near me and begins rubbing his hands up from my belly to my breasts where he lingered for awhile. I pull him closer to me for more kisses, then he kisses his way down over my breasts lingering awhile at my nipples and then I reach for him, rubbing my hands over his wet shirt...then I moved my hands to his waist and began taking off his shirt. He laid down on top of me after I took his shirt off, our wet chests pressing together and we began kissing again.

Little moans escaping from both our lips, we laid like that awhile, feeling the pressure of time and life, but not wanting the moment to end either...kissing so intensely it felt like the first time I'd ever been kissed. Then he began kissing down my chest again, lingering on my belly, wanting to do so much more, I could almost see it in his eyes...that thing he wanted to do next, but he hesitated, still not believing that we had gotten this far.

He reached to start removing my pants.

“I'm on my period,” I said to him “probably should have mentioned that earlier.”

Because if the thought he had had, that I could “almost” see in the moment before had happened, I wanted him to be fully aware of what was going on down there...

“Ok, do we need to get a towel or something?”

He doesn't care! Ok. Great. So then...let's see where he takes it.

“No, it's not that bad today, just wanted you to know before it goes any further.”

Undeterred, he removes my pants and adds them to the wet pile of clothes next to the couch.

“See? Granny panties,” I say to him, “now you really know I didn't plan this...cuz if you get laid when a girl is wearing these you know she REALLY DIDN'T think sex was on the table.”

We both laughed.

Then he starts to remove my panties, and I help him, feeling an urge to get to whatever's coming next.

“Are you sure we don't need a towel? I wouldn't want to ruin your couch.”

“No, we're good,” I said, while helping him remove his pants.

His erect cock now exposed, a beacon pulling me further in, he laid back on top of me, the full weight of his naked glistening body pressing against me. Still damp from the rain, he begins kissing me again, the smell of his skin mingling with the smell of rain on him was intoxicating to my brain.

We giggle a bit as he tries to get his cock inside me, eventually, I reach down and grab onto his cock and guide it in.

He looks into my eyes then and I wonder what exactly he's thinking...

Then he kisses me passionately and our bodies begin to find a rhythm.

I wrap my legs around his waist and pull him deeper into me, feeling as though I could explode at any second. My back arching, moans of delight escaping from me, and our rhythm gets faster, more intense, more desperate for each other.

My mouth finding his ears and neck, biting him just a little as I run my hands up and down his back. He begins exploring my neck and shoulders with his tongue, but the couch is small and the position was awkward...and his cock slipped out of me.

“I can't get a good angle,” he said then.

“Here,” I said as I got up from the couch and pulled him up off of it and pushed him down onto it on his back. Then I climbed on top of him. His breath caught in his throat and he smiled at me.

I reach down and grab onto his cock, moving my hand up and down, feeling his cock grow in my hand, knowing I really want to put it in my mouth, but I don't, instead I just guide him back inside me. *Maybe I can do that later * I thought... My legs now draped over the sides of his hips, my fingers running through his hair, I gaze into his beautiful blue eyes.

*Did I ever know his eyes were this blue? * I thought to myself.

His lips lock onto my nipple and all thought washed away...just a sea of pleasure then. The rhythm intensified between our bodies and it's tough to recall all that happened after that, except for moans of pleasure from me and him...our breath mingling as we alternate between kissing and staring into each other's eyes.

As I reached climax, his body had melded with mine in a way I'd never known before, our energies mixing together in a gorgeous tableau before my eyes. Then I started riding him faster, harder, willing him to come too.

And then, like a German train (just on time), he said, “I think I'm really close...”

“Oh yeah! Come for me...” I whisper-purred into his ear.

Then I feel his surge inside me so intensely that it brought me near to climax again, and he finishes his orgasm with each moan from me pulling him further into my energy.

I fall back onto him, our chests pressed together, and begin licking the sweat off his neck and ear, needing to remember the taste of him, the smell of him. We laid there still plugged into one another for a long time, neither wanting to end the connection, our sweat mingling together on our naked bodies, my soaking wet hair falling onto his chest and face.

My thoughts were swirling around the experience and I realized that I had had to actively stop myself from telling him that I loved him multiple times during our encounter...and I'm not a person who says that very often, and certainly am not one of those people who always feels the need to say it during intercourse. But there it was, I was in love with him, and couldn't tell him because he was leaving the next day to go back home to his wife and children. *Damn was this gonna break my heart in a way I never thought possible...but I suppose that's tomorrow's problem, * I thought to myself.

So instead I just looked deeply into his bright blue eyes again and tried to savor the moment I had with him, hoping to remember every detail about one of the only times I ever “made love” instead of just “had sex”. Soaking in his smell, and the taste of his skin, and trying desperately to hold onto the look in his eyes when we had both climaxed and were just laying on top of one another.

sexy fox chase revised and revamped

 

            He comes up behind her and grabs her roughly by her hips, pulls her backwards into him…she feels his thick cock begin to harden through his pants.  The smell of him is intoxicating already, a mix of his hard day at work and desire for her; she knows he’s ready for play.  She tries to turn towards him, but he holds her firmly in place, so she reaches her hand behind his head and runs her fingers through his curls, then draws her fingers around to his cheeks—she can feel the sweat on his face, those delicious salty drops that she loves so well to lick.  Bringing her fingers back to her mouth, she licks his sweat off them…he growls, and his cock hardens even more behind her ass.  Then he reaches into his pocket and pulls something out, a blindfold, she discovers, as he places it over her eyes. 

            “Let’s see how good you REALLY are at finding me,” he teases. Then he unbuttons her shirt, sliding it off her shoulders and lets it drop to the floor, reaches back up and pulls her into him again, this time grabbing her soft breasts and pinching her nipples…a shiver runs up and down her body.  Back to her hips, he pulls her plaid skirt down off of her and lets it drop to the floor and puts his fingers inside her drawing them forward and back, her ass bumping into his cock, then brings his fingers to her lips, parts her lips gently with them and pushes them inside.  She licks his fingers slowly, flashing her tongue all around them, tasting a mix of both of them, his sweat and dirt, her fluids…drinking every savory drop…and her whole body freezes, goosebumps rising on her naked flesh.  Then he releases her from his grasp and vanishes. 

            She feels around blindly for a moment.  No longer able to smell him, she knows he’s moved, and then, knowing his penchant for exhibition, knows he must have gone outside to wooded area near the house—the one that’s in plain view of her neighbors should they choose to be looking, and she suspects he wants them to be.  Easily finding her way to the back door, she goes outside.  The cool breeze of a quickly approaching, late summer storm rushing over her naked body, making her whole body tingle in delight—she loves crisp breezes full of storm energy, they always get her excited!

            He grabs his camera, taking a video of her whole-body storm energy shiver that he’s seen so many times—that he knew would be coming today since he sensed the storm approaching also.  Taking pictures also as he sees her come out the door…loving the look of her fully naked, unable to resist looking, the way her red hair blows in the breeze, knowing she is hungering for him, it always gets him hot.  He thinks he’s far enough away for her not to smell him, but he knows full well that her sense of smell is keen…also, that she doesn’t need to smell him to find him, which is why he chose to hide his energy from her for this part of the play session. 

            She scans around her, sniffing the air like a fox looking for prey, also searching for his energy, the one she knows so well (the one that feels like danger, lust, chaos and order all mingled together), and can see even blindfolded (but that’s not entirely fair, since she can see anyone’s energy, usually, even blindfolded)…for a moment the breeze shifts towards her and she catches his scent, in full-on predator mode, but he’s not approaching.  She begins walking towards it and the wind shifts back the other way, sending her scent towards him, she knows. “Wonder if it’s driving him crazy too,” she muses.

She keeps heading in the direction from where his smell had been moments ago, knowing that he would move, but having not locked onto his energy yet, she needs to move, needs to try something…her hunger for him is very strong, and, not knowing yet where this game is headed, her predatory side is growing impatient. 

            Hiding his energy is one of his strong magical abilities, and he’s doing that deliberately to make her find him some other way.  “She can still find me without it,” he thinks to himself. 

            She gets to the spot where he just was.  She knows because she can smell traces of him there, but of course he has moved… “He wants to be chased today, eh?  Ok, I got this.”

            She calls out, “Hiding your energy from me, eh babe?  Ok. I gotcha.” And she sniffs the air again…finds what she’s looking for—deviant look crossing her face—and this time runs towards it, with panther-like speed and agility (a surprise tactic she’s decided to try), leaping onto him.  They both tumble to the ground, a heap of arms and legs one set naked, one set fully clothed.  She reaches out trying to grab at his pants to find what she wants…he grasps her hand and pulls it away, wrapping it behind her back, the force of it makes her wince.

            “That’s a record darling,” he whispers into her ear.

            “Well you didn’t move the second time…maybe you wanted to be caught?” she purrs back. 

            “That’s cuz I have this…” and he moves to grab another thing she cannot see.  He wraps a rope around her wrists and begins tying them together over her head, the soft ropes binding her, making her shiver from head to toe…she’s nervous, he notices.  “Don’t worry babe…you’re ok,” he soothes her, and her nervous smell dissipates—THAT scent is one he’s not as attracted to: her nervous aroma.  She calms almost immediately at his touch and gentle words.   

Finishing binding her wrists, he licks his way down across her breasts, loving the taste of her skin, bathing himself in her scent and her teal energy—his whole body tenses, savoring the absolute pleasure, as he feels her wash over him…and another growl escapes his lips.  He lingers awhile at her breasts biting her nipples—causing her to shiver again, and make that delicious moan-screech he likes so well, the one that sounds more little girl, than the strong woman he knows she is, the one she makes when she’s in pain, but still enjoying it—before moving down to her hips for a few hard bites, and a few more shivers and moan-screeches.  “Damn, I love that sound babe,” he growl-whispers.

“I can’t help it! It’s just my noise…” she giggles.

“I know…love those silly little girly giggles too,” he winks, but she can’t see, so he laughs instead. 

Then he licks his way down her legs, wanting to taste every part of her before his next task.  Grabbing more rope, he proceeds to tie the rope around her ankles, leaving a long length of rope between her legs slack.  Then he throws open her legs, bites his way back up the insides of her calves and thighs, stopping occasionally to enjoy her noises, pulls the rope behind him, placing her legs over his shoulders, and buries his tongue inside her, tasting her juices, letting them run all down his face, drinking her in…and she begins to move her hips around, and call out to the gods.  “Gods, I love it when she does that,” he thinks to himself. 

He glances over for a moment and sees they do, in fact, have a watcher, some nosy “Karen” who lives near her…and his cock goes fully erect—sexy secrets on display, being watched, it arouses him deeply.  He keeps lapping at her womanly fluids until she begins to writhe and moan even harder, and louder, loudly enough, he hopes, for Karen to hear as well as watch.  When she’s almost about to cum, he stops, and disentangles himself from her ropes—he knows she can go multiple times, but he wants to make her wait a bit longer for the first one—the waiting to explode that drives her so wild, but is oh so satisfying to him when it finally releases.  She moans, sadly, and tries to throw her bound hands around his neck but misses.

            “You like that, Karen,” he whispers, “well, watch this!” He notices Nosy Karen now has a glass of wine in her hand… “Oooh, she’s in for the long haul, it seems, babe,” he growls in her ear. Hot delicious breath, mingled with his tantalizing smell, tingling in her ear, driving her almost to the edge of madness, yet filling her up in ways she hadn’t felt in years before him.  So mesmerized by him, she didn’t really notice what he had said, only that it felt amazing, tingles running all up and down her…his energy surrounding her, finally, and his smell paralyzing her. 

            He stands then, picks her up and throws her over his shoulder, she beats her bound hands against his back, not liking being carried anywhere, her fists land a few blows on his back, making his predator scent stronger, more dominating…he reaches up and slaps her ass, hard. “No more of that, babe!” he growls at her.  She stops, feeling sufficiently scolded. 

            “Well, where are we going?” she pleads

            “You’ll see…ooops. No. You won’t,” he says in his brusque tone, and then chuckles.

He was carrying her to the tree nearest to Nosy Karen’s window, so she could get a better view, and so he could harness all his exhibitionist energy.  Then he drops her roughly, the sweet mix of pain and pleasure courses through her as she hits the grass but is unable to move far due to be being bound, so she waits for his next move.   

            “His smell has moved,” she thinks to herself. “Interesting…wonder if he’s trying to get me to find him again…” She begins trying to crawl around to find him, but then in a blink, he’s back—"something deviant in his energy and smell now,” she thinks, wondering what it might be.

            He reaches down, grabbing her under her hips, and roughly pulls her onto her knees, ass in the air, and pushes something rubbery into her ass.  She winces a bit at the sensation.  A tail.  She can feel the fur brushing against her thighs, so delicate, so soft, so tantalizing…something she had never done with him before. 

            “Yes, darling, a fox tail for my little fox,” he breathes into her.  Then he wraps more rope around the tree and ties her hand ropes to it—the smell of fear begins to emanate from her, and he breathes it all in, feeling it fill him, feeding him—then forces her onto her knees facing him while pushing her against the tree, her hair blowing around both sides of the tree—an image of her he’s not seen before, and he stops to savor it.  He then removes his shirt, his sweaty, strong chest glistening in the bits of sun peeking through the dark clouds overhead (but only Karen can see it) and unzips his jeans, revealing his hard, thick cock, which he then shoves into her mouth.

            “Now how ‘bout a little of those amazing oral skills,” he says.  

            She takes him into her mouth hungrily, and sucks back and forth, licking up and down the sides of it, tickling the tip with a few flicks of her tongue…and then she hears him begin to moan, wishing she could she the look on his face:  that delicious lip bite he does that drives her wild, the changing color of his eyes when he’s turned on—from light hazel to almost yellow—she can picture it, but it’s so much better to see it! She struggles against the blindfold, trying to rub it off her face.  “No, no, little fox…you’re keeping that on!” and he reaches to reset the progress she had made in attempting to remove it. 

Faster and faster she moves up and down its length, her head banging into the tree with every satisfying suck, savoring every inch of him, moaning in pleasure at the taste of him on her lips, like sweet honey and salt, the smell of him fills her nostrils and she begins to cum again…this time he lets her. 

            “Yeah, cum for me baby,” he moans, “I wanna hear it…” but doesn’t remove his cock from her mouth to let her say anything in response…her juices flow out of her, dripping onto the grass, sliding down her legs, making the goosebumps rise again.  She’s moaning and sucking, lost in a trance, and just as he almost reaches his own climax, he backs away from her. 
            “No please babe,” she begs, “let me finish you off.”

            “But I’m not done with you yet,” he chuckles, and checks to see if Nosy Karen is still watching…she is.  “We gotta give her a show she won’t soon forget,” he laughs again. 

            “Who?  What are you talking about?  Which one of my neighbors spied us? Oh my, I’ll be so embarrassed to see them later…” she panics. More fear smell—he breathes that into himself too…

            “Oh, so much delicious fear in her today,” he thinks, feeding off it.

“Don’t worry babe, she must be enjoying it…been watching awhile now.”

“Shit,” she says and her whole body begins trembling.  More fear.  More feeding off it.  This time he drinks it in to calm her instead of merely fuel himself, in the way he already knows he can do with her. 

He rubs his fingers through her curly red hair, and traces around to her face, “Don’t worry babe, you’ll be ok…” he soothes.  “She got herself a glass of wine, she’s fine,” he chuckles.  “Maybe she might even want to join next time…”

She moans, wondering if she’ll ever be able to face her neighbors again, but surprisingly, feeling calmer.  “Fuck, he fed off me again…bastard!” she thinks…but isn’t actually mad.

Then he pulls her by the hair, that he was just caressing so softly (forcing her back to him, breaking through her embarrassment with the full force of his energy and scent) and guides her head down towards the ground against the tree, she struggles against the ropes trying to move them down the tree again to be in the position she knows he’s aiming for.  Then he roughly grabs her by the waist and flips her around so her ass is now facing him again, high in the air—his favorite view:  full ass, wet cunt and thick thighs just waiting to be plowed by him.  He gets onto his own knees and pulls her ass towards his throbbing cock, shoving himself inside her, loving the feel of being inside her, the warmth of her cunt surrounding his cock so deliciously, so tightly.  Thrusting back and forth, her tail brushing against her legs, whipping him in the stomach, he arches his back and shoves himself deeper inside her.  The rough bark of the tree scraping against her cheek repeatedly, she cries out…half pleasure, half pain—the delicious sound he just can’t get enough of.  The rope between her ankles now taut, yet she tries to open her legs more, to feel him more fully, more closely, but is denied. 

“Yeah babe, just like that…” she purrs as he slaps her ass cheek, leaving a red handprint, pumping harder and faster. 

He grabs her by the hips and pulls her back and forth across his cock, and he begins to slow down a bit, leaving it fully inside for a few seconds each thrust before pushing her back away…he moans in his amazingly seductive I’m-almost-about-to-cum way that she knows so well, and pulls out of her.  Quickly, he pulls her up onto her knees again by her hair, facing towards the tree, shoving her head into the rough bark, and releases his semen all over her back.  It drips down her slowly, sending tingles and shivers up her spine, sensually, so much energy contained in it, she can’t hold back any longer…she cries out, he moans louder, both now fully climaxing.  He keeps squirting her until it’s all out, loving the look of the splatter he’s created across her shoulders, back and hips.  She lets out another girlish giggle. 

“The giggle-gasm,” he laughs to himself.  Then he looks over towards Nosy Karen’s window…. “Yep, she saw,” he thinks to himself, and chuckles out loud, the blood rising in his cock again. 

Hands still grabbing her by the hair, he turns her around to face him… “Now clean up your mess!” he growls and shoves his now, mostly, limp cock at her face.  She licks all around, loving the taste of his skin and semen, mixed with his sweat and begins moaning again while she licks him clean.  He finally removes her blindfold then so he can see that sweet look in her eyes she gets when she’s fully satisfied, in the way that, she claims, only he knows how to do.  Her whole body still twitching from orgasms, she melts into a pile on the grass.  He unties her slowly, lingering to admire the marks the ropes have left, kissing them as he unties her, and wraps her in his arms, caressing her back and ass, petting her tail, while she half falls asleep, “yep…completely satisfied…for today at least” she chuckles to herself.

Fox chase

 

            He comes up behind her and grabs her roughly by her hips, pulls her backwards into him…she feels his thick cock begin to harden through his pants.  The smell of him is intoxicating already, she knows he’s ready for play.  She tries to turn towards him, he holds her firmly in place.  Then he reaches into his pocket and pulls something out, a blindfold, she discovers, as he places it over her eyes. 

            “Let’s see how good you REALLY are at finding me,” he teases. Then he takes off all her clothes, releases her from his grasp and vanishes. 

            She feels around blindly for a moment, and then, knowing his penchant for exhibition knows he must have gone outside to wooded area near the house, the one that’s in plain view of her neighbors should they choose to be looking.  She easily finds her way to the back door and goes outside. 

            He grabs his camera and takes pictures of her as he sees her come out the door…loving the look of her fully naked, he is unable to resist.  He thinks he’s far enough away for her not to smell him, but he knows full well that her sense of smell is keen…also, that she doesn’t need to smell him to find him, which is why he chose to hide his energy from her for this part of the play session.  

            She scans around her, sniffing the air like a fox looking for prey, also searching for his energy, the one she knows so well, and can see even blindfolded…for a moment the breeze shifts towards her and she catches his scent.  She begins walking towards it and the wind shifts back the other way.  She keeps heading in the direction from where his smell had been moments ago, knowing that he would move, but having not locked onto his energy yet, she needs to move. 

            Hiding his energy is one of his strong magical abilities, and he’s doing that deliberately to make her find him some other way.  “She can still find me without it,” he thinks to himself. 

            She gets to the spot where he just was, she knows because she can smell traces of him there, but of course he has moved… “He wants to be chased today, eh?  Ok, I got this.”

            She calls out, “Hiding your energy from me, eh babe?  Ok. I gotcha.” And she sniffs the air again…finds what she’s looking for, and this time runs towards it, leaping onto him.  They both tumble to the ground. 

            “That’s a record darling,” he whispers into her ear.

            “Well you didn’t move the second time…maybe you wanted to be caught?” she purrs back. 

            “That’s cuz I have this…” and he moves to grab another thing she cannot see.  He wraps a rope around her wrists and begins tying them together.  Finishing that, he licks his way down across her breasts, biting her nipples, moves down to her hips for a few hard bites, then licks his way down her legs, and proceeds to tie the rope around her ankles, leaving a long length of rope between her legs slack.  He throws open her legs, bites his way back up the insides of her calves and thighs and buries his tongue inside her.  He glances over and sees they do have a watcher, some nosy “Karen” who lives near her…and his cock goes fully erect.  He keeps lapping at her womanly fluids until she begins to writhe and moan, loudly enough, he hopes, for Karen to hear as well as watch.  When she’s almost about to cum, he stops.  She moans, sadly, and tries to throw her bound hands around his neck, but misses.

            “You like that Karen,” he whispers, “well, watch this!” He notices Nosy Karen now has a glass of wine in her hand… “Oooh, she’s in for the long haul, it seems, babe,” he growls in her ear. Hot delicious breath, mingled with his tantalizing smell, filling her up in ways she hadn’t felt in years before him.  So mesmerized by him, she didn’t really notice what he had said, only that it felt amazing…his energy surrounding her, finally, and his smell paralyzing her. 

            He stands then, picks her up and throws her over his shoulder, carrying her to the tree nearest to Nosy Karen’s window.  Then he drops her roughly, the sweet mix of pain and pleasure courses through her as she hits the grass but is unable to move far due to be being bound, so she waits for his next move.   

            “His smell has moved,” she thinks to herself. “Interesting…”

            Then he pulls her onto her knees, ass in the air, and pushes something rubbery into her ass.  She winces a bit at the sensation.  A tail.  She can feel the fur brushing against her thighs. 

            “Yes, darling, a fox tail for my little fox,” he breathes into her.  Then he wraps more rope around the tree and ties her hand ropes to it, forces her onto her knees facing him while pushing her against the tree.  He then removes his shirt and unzips his jeans, revealing his hard thick cock, which he then shoves into her mouth.

            “Now how ‘bout a little of those amazing oral skills,” he says. 

            She takes it into her mouth hungrily, and sucks back and forth, licking up and down the sides of it, tickling the tip with a few flicks of her tongue…and then she hears him begin to moan.  Faster and faster she moves up and down its length, savoring every inch of him, moaning in pleasure at the taste of him on her lips, the smell of him fills her nostrils and she begins to cum again…this time he lets her. 

            “Yeah, cum for me baby,” he moans, “I wanna hear it…”. But doesn’t remove his cock from her mouth to let her say anything in response.  She’s moaning and sucking and just as he almost reaches his own climax, he backs away from her. 
            “No please babe,” she begs, “let me finish you off.”

            “But I’m not done with you yet,” he chuckles, and checks to see if Nosy Karen is still watching…she is.  “We gotta give her a show, she won’t soon forget,” he laughs again. 

            “Who?  What are you talking about?  Which one of my neighbors spied us? Oh my, I’ll be so embarrassed to see them later…”

“Don’t worry babe, she must be enjoying it…been watching awhile now.”

“Shit,” she says and her whole body begins trembling. 

He rubs his fingers through her curly red hair, and traces around to her face, “Don’t worry babe, you’ll be ok…” he soothes.  “She got herself a glass of wine, she’s fine,” he chuckles.  “Maybe she might even want to join next time…”

She moans, wondering if she’ll ever be able to face her neighbors again. 

Then he pulls her by the hair, (forcing her back to the sexy situation at hand, breaking her embarrassment with his sheer animal magnetism) that he was just caressing so softly and guides her head down towards the ground against the tree, she struggles against the ropes trying to move them down the tree again to be in the position she knows he’s aiming for.  Then he roughly grabs her by the waist and flips her around so her ass is now facing him, high in the air.  He gets onto his own knees and pulls her ass towards his throbbing cock, shoving himself inside her, loving the feel of being inside her, the warmth of her cunt surrounding his cock so deliciously.  Thrusting back and forth, her tail brushing against her legs, he arches his back and shoves himself deeper inside her.  The rough bark of the tree scraping against her cheek repeatedly, she cries out…half pleasure, half pain.  The rope between her ankles now taut and she tries to open up her legs more, but is denied. 

“Yeah babe, just like that…” she purrs as he slaps her ass cheek, pumping harder and faster. 

He grabs her by the hips and pulls her back and forth across his cock, and he begins to slow down a bit, leaving it fully inside for a few seconds each thrust before pushing her back away…he moans in his delicious I’m-almost-about-to-cum way that she knows so well, and pulls out of her.  Quickly, he pulls her up onto her knees again by her hair, facing towards the tree, and releases his semen all over her back.  It drips down her slowly, in the most sensual way…she cries out, now fully climaxing herself again.  He looks over towards Nosy Karen’s window…. “Yep, she saw,” he thinks to himself. 

Hands still grabbing her by the hair, he turns her around to face him… “Now clean up your mess!” he growls and shoves his now limp cock at her face.  She licks all around, loving the taste of his skin and semen, mixed with his sweat and begins moaning again while she licks him clean.  He finally removes her blindfold then so he can see that sweet look in her eyes she gets when she’s fully satisfied, in the way that, she claims, only he knows how to do.  Her whole body still twitching from orgasms, she melts into a pile.  He unties her and wraps her in his arms, caressing her back and ass, while she half falls asleep.