DEMON OF THE WATER
White water rushed down to caress her body with soft
hands. The torrents eased each of
her tired muscles as they splashed against the firmness of her skin.
The minute she had arrived home, she needed, yearned to be held by the
demon of the water. The water was
almost an entity to her, always welcomed her into his kingdom.
She had created a temple to his honor.
700 square feet of her 6,700 square foot home was one huge bathroom.
It was her bathroom. Ever
since she was small, she had loved water falls.
She had many dreams of bathing under a water fall and enjoying the erotic
pleasures of the water. She had
designed her bathroom herself. In
the dead center of the room was a large Greek sunken in tub, the size of a small
pool. Along with her love of water
she loved nature. Above the pool
was a display of quartz and granite rocks, tucked into the wall near the
ceiling. From the cluster of rocks,
torrents of water fell into the pool. The
water re-circulated and purified its self as it traveled the maze of the complex
purification system. All the soaps
and shampoos used were specially designed to be biodegradable and easily erased
from the water through the purification system.
Around the pool was an Amazon of trees and exotic flowers.
There were sheltered areas near the pool were she could comfortably
lounge and relax. Her favorite
place was directly under the torrents of water that seemingly fell from the
heavens. The water fall also played
the roll of a shower, though she could never remember a time she had a
“quick” shower after designing her water kingdom.
Very few were ever admitted in her water kingdom or her home.
After
the whooping success of her first series of short stories, she had decided it
was time to buy a home in a relaxing area.
Someplace that enabled her to work freely and release her creative
juices. She had been writing soft
porno for nearly a decade now. Her
stories were becoming increasingly more popular and the demand was extremely
hard to fill. Due to the proximity
of the varies editors which demanded her work, she had decided on a plot of land
which currently stood a huge rambling home in the South Hamptons.
When she had originally looked at the property, she had fallen in love
with the inspiring view. The South
Hamptons had encaptured the fall as if mother nature herself had chosen it as
her throne. The beauty of the trees
in their elegant colorful gowns of reds, bronzes and oranges, draping over their
seemingly fragile arms as they reached to the sky.
She had also fallen deeply for the atmosphere. She could imagine herself sitting by the sea side and
imagining her many far away places. Each
new story she wrote took her to a new far away place. New men she mentally explored with her hands and her mind.
She loved exploring men’s bodies.
In her stories she could do everything she had always wanted to do but
society always frowned on. Also,
and most of all, there was no fear of rejections.
In one of her most popular stories, she had created a scene where se made
love to two men and one women simultaneously..
She had always dreamed of being made love to by two men, one in each
hole. She had never known another women, other than herself, who
enjoyed being fucked in the ass. She
loved when a man took her from behind and grabbed on to her firm breasts while
he placed his firm hard cock in her ass. She
never seemed to find the voice to tell her past lovers that this is what she
really wanted. She had only one
experience, and it was purely accidental. She
had been invited to a party with some friends.
They were passing around a lot of different substances during that time.
She remembers having a drink and feeling very weird. All the colors seemed more vibrant, more real.
It was as if an artist decided to give the world a refreshing look.
The artist using his creative skill, combined the most beautiful colors
together and changed the world’s grays to beautiful bright reds, greens, deep
violets, magentas, and yellows. Colors
so full of life and light. Colors
of the havens. A room opened and
she walked in. There were soft
billowy folds of favorite hanging from the ceiling and the softest pillows
beneath her feet. She was propelled
by an energy, a force - if you will- that was above her or beyond her.
She found herself stripping until she was naked.
She walked across the room toward the orgy that was already in progress.
As she walked, her hands traveled across her body.
They started at her breasts, as she stroked each nipple into a hard tight
knob. Her hands moved lovingly
across her abdominal muscles, playing with the silky flesh.
She felt the heat rise between her legs as her pussy became hot.
She longed to have one of the many stiff cocks placed between her hot
thighs. As if her thoughts had been
read, a toll light skinned black man stood up and approached her. He rose from the swathering sweaty mound of lovers as a
beacon answering her desperate call. His
big penis rose past his firm belly. She
was in sweet anticipation wanting to ride his massive cock.
He seemed to listening to her inner thoughts, as he pulled her close to
him. He cupped each of her breasts
and nibbled at the nipple making it hard. He
ground his penis into her as he grabbed her soft buttocks.
He slid his penis between her wet hungry lips, making it slick with her
hot wet juices. Then he quickly
inserted his penis into her tight ass hole.
The initial pain was almost overwhelming, bringing her close to
unconsciousness. And then just as
she was about to pass out from the pain, the pleasure, the sweet sweet pleasure
encaptured her body. She matched
each one of his thrusts with one of her own.
Forcing him in deeper. He
reached in front and caressed her breasts, molding them in his large hands.
She screamed as she orgasmed causing his own jungle growl when he
released his load into her. What a
sweet memory...
What a sweet memory. Her friends
never realized she was missing from the party.
She never did find out his name. After
their initial encounter the rest was a blur.
Sweaty bodies around, each grabbing and caressing.
Many lips kissing her and she returning the gesture.
She woke in the morning with a nasty headache, and the sweet memory....
She had purchased the property for its land.
Having no interest in the existing old rambling home, she had it torn
down. Within the days to follow she
had hired a crew to help her build and design her dream home and her water
kingdom. She had chosen the
Architect for his skill and creativity. Additionally,
as a bonus, he was also very handsome. He
had a tall slender body with narrow hips. His
ass would perfectly fit into the palms of her hands.
He was delighted and perhaps a little inspired with her concept of a
bathroom. He worked hard for
several months to perfect each of her ideas, spending long pleasurable evenings
sharing and expanding on each other’s ideas.
As per his suggestion, she had marble flown in from Italy and laid by
workman who had worked with marble all of their lives, receiving the skill from
generations of Italian craftsman. As
her domain was gradually created from marble, wood, steel and concrete, she
observed each phase of her new sanctuary. As
her dream became more and more a reality, she found a growing need for her
handsome Architect. She found
herself watching him for hours as he worked, giving directions to the Forman and
consulting the plans that had taken months to develop.
She watched the movements of his hands on the blueprints holding them
tenderly as if he held a child. Each
time he rolled out the plans and smoothed them down, she felt his hands not on
the paper but stroking the soft skin that covered her frame.
As if knowing what she was imagining, he looked up from the plans.
Their eyes met as a single shiver passed between them.
The expression on his face told her that he was just as interested as
she. He excused himself from the
workers and walked casually toward her. She
took in his smooth gate and the soft movement of his hips.
With each step she was the rippling of his leg muscles.
His tight jeans accented his very large love muscle.
As he came closer her eyes traveled down his firm body and laid to rest
at his crotch. As he neared her, it
started to twitch and grow into a hard pulsing....
“Beg your pardon”, she said. “Are
you available for dinner tonight?” he inquired again.
“Yes, dinner, that would be fine.”
More than fine, but she didn’t verbalized what she was thinking.
He was suggesting a small restaurant he knew and would pick her up
promptly at 8pm. The evening came
about so slowly. She had taken a
long “stimulating” bath. Wanting
the scented water to seep into her skin. Lilac
and Jasmine, two of her favorites. Dressing
was another arduous task. She
wanted to accent her natural curves, but yet seem coy - lady like.
If she had her way, she would have wore nothing.
She wasn’t interested in him as a person, although he was charming and
intelligent. She was interested in
his physique and how well he could make her cum....
While she was dressing, her mind kept wondering to the growing bulge she had
seen earlier in the day. Her hand
slowly followed a trail down her tight tummy, caressing the soft folds of skin.
She worked hard to keep her body firm.
She loved caressing her own body, her hands following the soft lines of
muscle as a artist would his sculpture. Holding
and fondling her breasts, she imagined his firm rough hands molding her flesh
into two erect nipples. Taking each
hardened nipple into his mouth and further caressing it with his tongue -
holding it tough with his teeth. His
hands, following the curves of her lean body, cupping her buttocks and pulling
her closer to hip - as their bodies joined as one.
Feeling his penis come to life as a hard lance growing harder than
diamonds against her pelvic bone. Yearning
to have his penis deep inside her, she opened her legs, exploring the soft hot
folds of flesh between her legs, dripping with anticipation....
Her own fingers acted as his penis, caressing the folds and finally when
should stand no more teasing, inserted themselves into her welcoming hole.
The inner folds of her pussy holding her fingers tight as she
rhythmically moved them in and out, causing her body to shutter in throws of
passion...
She laid on her bed exhausted, savoring each
ripple that moved across her flesh. Needing more. She
smiled to herself, that perhaps tonight, if all goes well, she would get an
opportunity for more. Although her
fingers pleased her more often than a man’s penis, they were no substitute for
the “real” thing. When a man
knew the right moves and knew how to please a women, there was no substitute.
The pleasure being shared by two always won over the pleasure shared by
one.
She had finally chosen a simple black sheath.
She decided to be daring and only wore the thinnest silk G-string she
owned, under the graceful black fabric. Her
breasts were firm enough that they didn’t require assistance in standing up.
She felt that her erect hard nipples would be an added incentive for her
handsome Architect.
He arrived promptly at 8 pm dressed in casual black slacks and a matching
blazer. The neckline of his silk
T-shirt showed off his ample masculine chest as dark curly hairs peaked out of
the opening. He had a bouquets of
flowers as a bequest offering. She
invited him in for a moment, he looked around the ramblings of the house,
stating that the final touches would be completed with in less than a week.
The remainder of his sentence was incoherent as he spoke it under his
breath. She moved into the kitchen
as if in a dream, how could he possibly have known that roses were her favorite.
She chuckled to her self. Of
course, berating herself, he was her Architect!
She had discussed to some length the rose garden out back that held over
400 varieties of the treasured bloom. Throughout
the year, the garden would bring forth beautiful blossoms of varying shades and
sizes.
He came behind her and caressed her shoulders with his hands.
He asked whether she’d prefer to stay home tonight.
She agreed that she would prefer staying home in front of the open
fireplace, enjoying his “company” instead.
He lead her to her living room, with a mischievous smile playing on his
lips. The fireplace was already lit with a accompaniment of candles
surrounding the soft folds of thick fabric laid out across the floor.
He led her to the center and motioned her to sit.
As she sat down, she realized that she was sitting on a feather bed that
was covered in silk. Upon the bed
of silk he had spread thousands of red rose petals.
The scent of the roses mingled with the candles creating a heady fragrance that
relaxed her nervously excited body. She
was surprised. She had never known
how romantic this man was. He
promptly uncorked a bottle of champagne. It
must have cost him a small fortune. He
poured the champagne in what he said was a gift - a house warming....
The glasses came from the 1920’s, blown glass for their stems and cobalt blue
for the cup. As she sipped the
champagne he settled down besides her with his own glass, offering her a vine
ripe strawberry. She watched as he
inserted the strawberry between his lips and took a minuscule bite.
His lips licked away the run away juices.
He spoke about the first time they had met.
How his heart started to quickly flutter by the mere sight of her,
wanting only to hold and caress her.
Setting her champagne to the side, she reached out and caressed his face,
bringing her lips close to his, kissing and tasting the flavor of the lingering
strawberry. He returned her
affection, by pulling her close to him, caressing her body with his hands.
They both felt the passion enveloping their bodies.
The burning passion that was held deep with in the recesses of their
soles. He deftly removed her little
black sheath exposing her perfect naked form.
Her own hands fumbled with buttons and
a zipper, desperately trying to release him from their bounds.
She ran her fingers through the thick black ringlets of matted chest
hairs. They were so soft and thick.
She desperately sucked and caressed each of his nipples as she rolled on
top of him, straddling her legs across his hips.
She felt his penis pulse and grow tighter and harder between her firm
thighs. He squeezed her buttocks
and nuzzled her closer. He pulled
her again closer to him, caressing her breasts with his tongue.
Holding her breasts tight between his lips. He rolled her gently over and removed her G-string, exposing
her wet hot flesh between her legs. She
was begging him to enter her as she spread her legs welcoming his love lance.
He inserted his dick deep inside, moving to a rhythm that matched her
own. Each time he pushed in deeper
and deeper. The heated passion
grew, she arched her body so that his prick could enter her deeper yet.
She felt his shudders as her own body orgasmed in synchronicity as he
released his seed into her. They
both laid in front of the fire, enjoying the after glow of their love making.
That was 4 months ago. Since then,
her domain had been completed and her relationship had deepened into more.
He was the most adventurous sexual man she had ever known.
She had opened her world and domain to him, allowing him freedom to enter
at a whim. Each had their own
special lives and she respected his need for his own space.
As she reflected about their relationship under the torrents of water,
she discovered she had fallen in love with her handsome Architect.
She realized that he had recently left a marriage of 7 years and would
not be ready for a serious relationship for sometime.
He had adventures he needed to play out, new places to travel and new
people to meet. She was open to his
needs, for they closely matched her own. But,
yet she wanted to share just a tiny piece of his world, and in turn opening more
of hers to him.
She closed her eyes with these last lingering thoughts, unaware that he had
entered her water domain. She felt
the turbulent water against her body and yet there was more.
She opened her eyes in pleasurable surprise to see him, there beside her.
His hands were caressing her firm breasts as he described in recent trip
to Las Vegas. As if reading her
mind, he passionately embraced her firm body, emphasizing how much they missed
each other.
A re-newment of their mutual passions was expressed under the torrents of water.
Her last thought as he thrust himself deeply with in her was the demon of
the water came a live...
By Ambrosia Vynne
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This story is a work of
fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either products of the
author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual
events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
Copyright 2000 Ambrosia Vynne
