Fiction from the Fertile Imagination of Bunny

This is fiction, drawn, as is all my fiction, from a combination of imagination and experience. This is has been floating in my brain for a while and just needed to be released.


As I stand before him, he tells me in a gently confident voice to undress. It isn't a request. It isn't a barked command either; just a simple direction I am nonetheless compelled to obey. I remove my clothes one piece at a time. This is so different than the usual tearing at one another's clothes to which I am accustomed. I feel much more naked, raw, this way. On display.

He looks me all over, his eyes touching me as surely as if they were fingers, drawing goosebumps wherever they go. The cold hotel room air doesn't help. I would not be doing this if I did not trust him, but this level of exposure leaves me feeling a bit helpless, at his mercy. Through my nervousness, I feel myself dampening in anticipation of his touch.

But he does not touch me. Not yet. He directs me to lay back on the king-size bed, upon which he has already turned down the bed covers. “Show me” is his hushed command as he lowers himself into the chair he has placed at the edge of the bed.

I open my legs. He draws breath in sharply as one manicured finger disappears into the clean-shaved folds, palm resting on the tuft of hair that remains above. While the hidden finger of my right hand circles my enclosed hard nub, a finger of my left hand dips into the flowing moisture below. I use this moisture to lubricate my nipples and stroke and pinch them, the right hand never wavering from its task lower down. I can't look at him while I do this, so my eyes are closed, my head back against the downy pillow. It turns me on more than I expected, demonstrating this most personal undertaking without him joining me.

After a time, my pleasure building, I've nearly forgotten he is there. As I approach the edge, my back arched, hips thrusting, he says “Stop.” I whimper my displeasure, but do as I am told. At some point he has removed his clothing, save the boxer briefs struggling to restrain the volume within. He reaches into the ice bucket and removes one cube. I anticipate the cold on my skin, but am caught off guard when he inserts it in my already dripping vagina. I stiffen at the chilling invasion, but relax when the cold is matched by his warm tongue on my swollen clit. He inserts a couple more ice cubes, then slips a lube-covered thumb in my ass. The cold ice, hot tongue, and thrusting thumb provide an intensity of sensation I've never before experienced. Within minutes my legs begin quivering, then stiffen as the orgasm courses through my entire body.

“That's my girl . . . God, I love how your ass clenches my thumb when you cum, baby.” My labored breathing prevents a verbal reply, so I just tear at his briefs, eager to claim their contents. I want him in my mouth, but he denies me with a smile. “I want your ass today, sweetheart.” I start to roll over onto my stomach, but he again stops me, “No, I want to look into your eyes.”

Laying on my back, he places a pillow under my hips and I pull my legs up. As he kisses me, I feel the tip of his cock pressing gently against my ass. “Harder,” I moan into his ear and he obliges. Entering my ass slowly, but firmly, a lusty, guttural moan escapes his lips. I love how this angle gives me the dual pleasure of fullness in my ass and still allows his cock to hit all the right places in my vagina through the thin membrane separating them. We look deeply into one another's eyes as we move together in this intimate dance of pleasure. I wrap my legs around his waist, holding him as though I will never let go.

“I want you to cum again, babe. Will this help?” he asks, handing me a small, but powerful vibrator. “Yes,” I reply, kissing him deeply. We move closer to the edge of the bed, repositioning the pillow, and he re-enters my ass while standing so he can see our joining and watch the vibrator work its magic. In this we have morphed from lovemaking to fucking and it is just what I need.

His hard thrusting in my ass, our bodies slamming together, and the unrelenting stimulation of the vibrator combine to bring me very close to orgasm. He pinches my nipples in a way that would be excruciatingly painful were I not so incredibly aroused. My legs quiver and my brain starts turning to mush. I look at his lust-filled face and he says the words that push me beyond the brink “I love fucking you, baby.” I gasp as the contractions overtake me, the pleasure so intense I can't breathe. I can feel my muscles gripping and undulating around his cock and this is apparently too much for him as well. He nearly screams as he fills me with his pent-up orgasm, his cock pulsing repeatedly until he is spent.

He collapses on top of me as we both try to catch our breath. After a minute or so he kisses me tenderly. “I don't want this night to ever end, baby, he says, brushing my hair from my eyes. “Me neither,” I reply.

Not-So-Mute Monday: A Submission on Submission

He had responded to my call same as always. He was in the suite, waiting for me, with my drink in his hand and only his boxer briefs on. The red ones. He had undressed me slowly, folding each of my garments lovingly, as always, leaving the thigh-high stockings on. My living sex toy spent extra time on my feet, he always loved my feet. He had licked and teased me through a couple average orgasms, following my every direction without complaint, when I finally agreed that he could remove the briefs and get the attention to his cock that he so desperately wanted.

He entered me slowly, kissing me all the while and sighing into my mouth as he moved slowly in and out. After a time his pace quickened and my own pleasure built. I bit down on his shoulder, but he pulled away. "No marks. She'll have a fit if she sees anything - you know that!" he hissed. "You will not talk to me like that and I will mark my property as I see fit," I replied before biting down hard into his shoulder. His eyes glazed over as they always did when I reprimanded him harshly and he returned to his thrusting with even more vigor, seemingly lost in subspace.

Then it happened -the moment I never expected. He stopped and pulled out. "No, not today sweetheart," he snapped. He roughly flipped me over onto my stomach, pulling my hips into the air. "Today is my turn." He dipped his fingers into my sopping wetness and drew them up to my ass, thoroughly wetting my puckered rosebud. "What are you --" my question trailed off as his intent became clear. He began pressing his cock against me. As I steeled myself for this most intimate invasion, I found my head swirling. He was taking me!

The pain was searing as he pushed himself into me without regard for my comfort or even consent. I was too stunned to say or even think anything, but soon realized my hips were matching his, stroke for stroke, as he pumped in and out, reaching around to massage my swollen, aching clit simultaneously. All I could hear was my blood rushing through my ears as the pleasure trumped any and all pain. His breathing became more ragged, as did mine. The combination of his cock in my ass and his fingers on my clit became too much as wave after wave pulsed through my exhausted body. He bent over me, biting hard into my shoulder as his climax followed on the heels of mine. He sneered into my ear "Who is whose fucktoy now?"

We collapsed onto the mattress, his body on top of mine, his weight almost preventing me from breathing. My mind still whirling, trying to grasp what just happened. And coming to terms with the fact that I liked it. A lot.

I never though he had it in him. He would still have to be punished for such insubordination. But it could wait.

Inspired by a friend . . .

TMI is down one post.

Trying my hand at fiction again, inspired by a friend. Important to keep the hands busy, after all.

I walk into the bathroom, surprising you as you emerge from the shower. Without a word I kneel in front of you, taking your flaccid penis into my warm, soft mouth. My hands stroking your inner thighs, my fingernails leaving light red marks in their wake, it doesn't take long before you're at full attention.

You put your hands in my hair as I continue working back and forth on your gorgeous cock; taking it in slowly, then quickly, shallow then deep, pausing only to give your balls the attention they deserve. Even as I lick and nuzzle your balls, my hand slides up and down your shaft, squeezing firmly, then lightly, and firmly again, wanting it to last. My hand moves back down to continue stroking your balls while my mouth returns to your engorged cock, taking just the head in my mouth, encircling it with my tongue, sucking gently; then, with my lips covering my teeth, I pull you into my mouth with more urgency. You place your hands on my shoulders as you begin thrusting in and out of my mouth, moaning softly. Your moan causes me to moan around your hard, pulsing shaft and soon you fill my mouth with your creamy, salty goodness.

I stand and kiss you, letting you taste yourself in my mouth. You may think we're done, but the morning's adventures have just begun.

Collecting on a Debt

Trying to get my naughty fiction-writing mojo working again. A short attempt:

I had barely walked through the door when he grabbed me. Kissing me forcefully, he pressed the full weight of his body against me, pinning me to the wall. One hand held both my wrists over my head, while the other explored me at will.

We made our way to the bedroom, where he proceeded to relieve me of my clothing, kissing and stroking my eager body in the process. I started to speak, but he shushed me: “No talking.” After removing his own clothes, he joined me on the bed, returning to his earlier aggressiveness. He sucked and lightly bit my breasts, his hand exploring and discovering just how wet he was making me. He moved between my legs, kissing and nuzzling my inner thighs, his hot breath driving me insane.

He fingers spread my lips apart and his tongue worked it's magic on my engorged clit, teasing and sucking it to full attention. He slipped in first one, then two, and finally three fingers, pumping them in and out of me in rhythm with his tongue's action just above. Just when I thought I could stand no more, he slid his slippery fingers down further and circled my smaller, puckered pink hole. I wanted it so bad, all I could do was moan “yes, yes;” he slid one finger in my eager bum and his thumb in my wet pussy. His hand worked in and out of both holes as his tongue continued its critical work. My hips rocked and bucked in time with his hand until I could hold back no more. The orgasm welled inside and teetered on the edge before overtaking my entire body. My muscles tightened around his hand as my whole body convulsed with pleasure.

As I came down from my high, he moved up and kissed me. I loved tasting myself in his kiss. “Thank you, baby, that was amazing,” I said. “You're welcome,” he replied with a smile. “After all, you said I owed you one.”