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#261 Vaughan_Rarius

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Posted 04 July 2018 - 02:43 PM

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#262 SusanLouisa

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Posted 10 July 2018 - 03:58 PM


 

 

This morning I found myself at the beach just before sunrise. It is my favorite place to be to find a bit of peace before the rest of the world rises with what sometimes seems the intent to cause me grief and drama of some kind.

There were a few people scattered here and there along the dunes but they all kept their distance as all had come in search of their own version of solitude.

 

 

The moon was high with few clouds so the stars were still seen clearly with only the moon to light the beach.

 

 

I sat at the surfs edge not wanting even the most trivial of conversation with those on the dunes. It truly was one of those beautiful and rare mornings and I was happy to have taken the opportunity to take advantage of it. 

Even in the quest for time to still my thoughts I could feel him. He has never had to be near to feel his eyes upon me. In a room of 100 with my back turned I would be able to tell him at any given moment where he is in the room.

 

 

I have often wondered if he could feel my hunger as I feel his. As I tried to still my thoughts of him and focus on the roar of the surf the ocean breeze brought him to me.

 

I could feel his breath on my neck as I leaned by head back to see the sky so much so that my own breath caught in my throat. I closed my eyes and imagined his mouth, blowing his passion across the sea to me. The thought alone filled me with need and want only he could bring for he is my Master. 

I hesitated only for a moment to look around me, knowing anyone interested enough in the lone woman at the surf would see.

 

 

Seeing no one I reached under my skirt and removed my panties. The surf had already made my skin damp and this was no easy feat. I had to rise to accomplish my task but I knew I no longer cared who saw. The breeze had increased and become demanding.

 

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I felt his need and it fed mine as it never fails to do. I felt no shame in my actions, only desire to please him. I conquered the barrier between him and I and I gleefully threw my panties in to the surf like an offering to him.

Kneeling in the surf with the tide flowing gently between my knees I felt him come to me on the now insistent breeze. My head fell back, my hair blowing in the wind as I reached beneath my blouse and cupped both my breasts imagining his hands on me.

 

 

Circling a nipple with a finger, I moaned and felt my fingers act as if my pinching was his teeth. Feeling my nipple drag through his teeth with the breeze bringing his breath. My ears could hear his guttural growl.

 

 

A man walked by and although aware of his presence I did not pause. Nothing comes between me and my Master’s need of me and this moment was no different. My need matched his on levels only someone familiar can relate to. 

I felt his hand push mine down and as the other continued on my breast the other drifted down over my hip with my finger tracing circles on that spot just inside the hip bone.

 

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The wet dripping down my thighs belongs to him and I am aware of it's mixing with the surf at my knees.

I imagine him sitting on the other shore cupping his hands in the water and bringing it to his lips as my fingers find and separate my folds spreading the wetness to my clit.

 

 

As my finger swirls around it thoughts of him fill my mind and I find myself whispering "Vaughan…Master" over and over sending it out over the breeze to him.

 

 

As the hand from my breast moves and finds its way to my core I am convinced he can hear me in all ways that matter.

 

 

Slipping a finger in I grind against his hand hard and add another...groaning as I feel him slip into me.

 

 

Arching my back up towards the moon offering myself to him my fingers are his. My hips move in time to his tempo rocking hard and I find it difficult to breath in the mist of the sea.

I can no longer tell where the wetness of the sea and me begin and end. The breeze is now swift and loud in my ears engulfing my senses.

 

 

The spasms start deep and hard and I slip a 3rd finger in and as I hear 'Good girl' I fall back against the sand as the impact of the orgasm he demanded hits hard.

 

 

Again I picture him at the surf drinking me as the tremors continue and I become one with the sea...and with him.

 

 

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#263 Vaughan_Rarius

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Posted 11 July 2018 - 12:06 AM

Amazing piece Susan,  thank you for sharing the intimacy of your work. Please write more, its captivating. 

 

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Posted 15 July 2018 - 06:42 AM

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