Message-ID: <19446eli$9901290445@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Suki Subject: (Suki) Repost: Images 21-30 Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii X-Accept-Language: en Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <36AFC1DF.E847C0FA@fish.com> Image 21 by Suki She stares at him as he talks, his warm, rich voice going on about his interests and hobbies. Scarcely does she hear him, she is so enraptured with his face. She concentrates as he speaks, feeling the heat of his body from across the table. She wishes so much that he would touch her. He continues talking. The vibrations of his voice can almost be felt through the table, as they lean toward each other with intimacy. Suddenly he halts, and takes her hand in his, giving it a warm squeeze. She smiles. The world disappears, leaving only the two of them, alone. Image 22 by Suki This image is dedicated to a friend who I think needs it. ################################ She entered the apartment, noticing that the shades were all pulled, and the place was kind of messy. Carefully, she stepped around the objects on the floor, tools, parts, magazines, this silly robot cat thing. She turned the corner and saw him. Sitting in the far corner of his bed--knees up to his chest, fingers intertwined around his legs. He was staring off into space, knowing she was there, but not saying a word. She sat down beside him on the bed and held out her hand. He ignored it. Undaunted, she reached over and ran her hand over his back, awkwardly rubbing his tense muscles. "It still hurts," she stated. No reply. "Anything I can do?" Still no reply. "I wish I could make it all better for you." She leaned into him, wrapping her other arm around his chest. With a muffled moan he wrapped his arms around her. Fiercely hugging her as if he was afraid she would slide away. She hugged him back, holding him long after he dropped his arms, his head resting on her shoulders. Image 23 by Suki Materials: 5 bottles of Tempra paint (powder form) 1 wide painters brush 1 soft fan brush 1 bristle fan brush 1 soft 1" brush 1 small detail brush (#6) Water for mixing and cleaning temperatures ranging from warm to icy cold. 1 naked body, arms tied above the head, feet touching the floor. Make your own image. :) Hint: This one is especially fun if the bottom is ticklish. Bonus: Painting with a variety of other materials. examples: feathers, sponges, pallet knives, etc. Warning: Put some sort of protection down for the floor! Newspaper is probably best. Image 24 by Suki "I have a surprise for you tonight, dearest," she stated, a hint of excitement glistening in her eye. Her face was carefully masked so as not to tell him too much. "Yes mistress?" he questioned. "A new slave, a female will be joining us for tonight. She will devote herself to me, of course, but if you are really good I might let her amuse you too. Would you like that?" "Yes mistress!" he responded enthusiastically, his pants suddenly becoming uncomfortably tight. She laughed, seeing his reaction. She had forbidden him to touch himself, but he looked so uncomfortable and the outline in his pants was clearly sideways.... "Oh, all right slave," she gave him permission "re-adjust yourself." His faced turned mildly red, and he reached down and repositioned himself. Image 25 by Suki It is a cloudless, sunny day. There is no breeze and the sun feels warm and comfortable. She stands alone, in a field of grass and poppies. Her long hair streams over her back and shoulders. She is naked. She is also blindfolded. The times of her nipples are erect in the warm sunshine. No one else is visible in this wide, seemingly endless field. She has been left there... told to stay. Her hands behind her back, clasping each other. She is bound by nothing, save her masters command, and she will not move again until she is told. Image 26 by Suki It's raining here, in the bay area. Eucalyptus trees are dropping pods all over the street, and the wind outside sounds like it's going to blow the windows in. The trees outside my room swing against the building all night long, creating a slight swishing sound which can be scary unless you know what it is. I love it! Even though it makes the roads slippery. Even though the Acasia-Bailiana trees dump yellow pollen all over my car. Even though it makes getting anywhere looking nice difficult. I still love it. The rain does funny things to me. This afternoon it made me want to dawn my blue silk skirt and shirt and walk along the beach in the rain, jumping though the waves, until my hair and clothes were plastered to my body. I could just imagine the difference between the cool rain and my body heat, and the silk sticking like a thin boundary between the two temperatures. I don't know what it is, about the rain and wind that makes my thoughts so wild and my imagination soar. I love to lay in bed, under six layers of blankets, just listening to beat down on the roof. Sometimes I awaken in the middle of the night and shiver as it howls outside. It exhilarates me. Maybe it is because we don't get too much rain around here, unlike you Midwest and back east folks. It is rare and special around here. So this is my mind frame as I share with you the latest images that float though my mind. Enjoy! Image 27 by Suki He watches her, as she runs down the beach, kicking up sand and chasing the tide. Her hair and clothes are plastered to her body but in her enjoyment she appears not to notice. She is wearing no undergarments, he notes, and her breasts are quite apparent underneath the thin shirt. She frolics, not seeing him watching, and then stops near a large boulder, and leans against the side. She smoothes the hair back from her forehead and lifts both arms up stretching toward the sky as if in silent thanks. Then her hands move under her clothes, and she spreads her legs into the sand. She brings herself to orgasm, quickly, feeling the rain beat down upon her body. Then, taking a quick check around for other people, throws off her wet garments and dashes into the surf. She still has not seen him, and he ducks down when she looks his way. For a moment, she disappears under water and then clearly shivering, reemerges from the water. She struggles with her wet skirt and shirt, trying to straighten them out, and then shrugs, as if giving up. Slowly she walks back to her car. He waits, until she is out of sight, and then leaves his hiding place to seek shelter in his car. Another day, he thinks, she will come again. He knows he will remember her image and the feeling of freedom she had for a long time. Image 28 by Suki They cuddled together, like spoons under the covers, listening to the rain and the wind beat down outside. The candles flickered in corners of the room, and the windows rattled at each gust of wind. She shivered, pressing closer to him, drawing warmth from his heat. She could feel him begin to grow hard as she pressed against him. He moved his arms around her body, covering her breasts with his hands. Gently, he pinched her nipples, starting lightly and getting harder. She moaned, audibly. Keeping one hand at her breast, he moved the other down her body onto her soft fur. She sighed as he began stroking her clit with his fingers. She wiggled against him now, and tried to move her arm between them to return the favor. "No." he said quietly. She returned her arm to its original place, and tried to open herself for her lover. Image 29 by Suki Her body glistened with oil in the firelight; flames casting dancing shadows off the rocks and walls behind her. Wide golden bands around her wrists and ankles attached to thick golden chains faceted to the rocks on either side of her. Nothing actually touches her, and those nearby ignore her for the present. Her time will come later. The feels vulnerable, unprotected. She is accessible from every angle. The way her master wanted it. Image 30 by Suki It's blistering hot outside. A dry heat, the kind that makes you want to spend the day in your bathtub. She stands on the porch, spraying herself with a mist bottle. Dressed in only shorts and a tank top, she still cannot believe the intensity of the heat. She sprays the mist bottle over her body, feeling the water run down her chest, and over her legs. It feels good. She contemplates, deciding whether to walk down to the lake near the cabin, or just lay in the hammock in the shade of the trees. The hammock wins. It's their new toy. A large cloth hammock tied perfectly to four large trees. It is even big enough to fit two, if they wish. Settling herself in, she falls a sleep. ~*~ He saw her decide on the hammock,, and then fall asleep. 'Perfect' he thinks, grinning to himself. He's been meaning to treat her to some outdoor fun for a while. Quietly, he gathers up a few ties, and a glass of ice water, then stalks up behind the hammock. She sleeps heavily, even in this heat, so it is not difficult to tie her arms and legs to the four corners of the hammock. She awakens, and sleepily looks at her arms and legs, and then gives him that 'not fully awake smile' of hers. He will awaken her quickly enough. Gently, he tugs her shirt over her head, leaving it tangled in her arms. He similarly removes the shorts, sliding them down as far as possible without having to untie her. The hammock swings gently with his movements. She is almost awake now. From behind her line of vision, he reaches for an ice cube out of the glass of water. Her scream of shock, as he applies it to her skin makes him smile. Thank goodness they do not have any close neighbors. He moves the ice cube down and around her body, making sure to hit all of the sensitive spots. He enjoys her squirming, as she tries unsuccessfully to move away. Her nipples are rock hard now, from the ice and cold. He moves his mouth over one, then the other, nipping at them until she is moaning softly. She still hasn't seen his other toy. A paddle, wooden, covered with leather appears in his other hand. He is not sure how it will work, but her bottom is the lowest to the ground in the hammock. She sees it, and looks puzzled, wondering how he is going to use it with her tied stomach up. She doesn't wonder long. Standing back, he swings the hammock, rocking her back and forth, until she is making a satisfactory arc to the ground. Then he aims, and *WACK* He strikes her bottom though the cloth of the hammock.. The force of the paddle adds strength to the swing, so she swings back to almost the same spot. *WACK* swing *WACK* swing He gathers rhythm now, using the momentum of the hammock to even out his swing. She is moaning, and then crying out, as the sting becomes stronger and stronger on her backside. --------------------------------------------------- suki@fish.com Bi, switch, tease, but mostly uppity bottom. -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----