I move in my bed as my dream overtakes me, squirming from one side to the other, moans escaping me. My hands move above my head as my knees come up, my hips lifting slightly, back arched. Had anyone been watching me, they would know the contents of my mind at that moment.
Within my mind, your hands tie mine, above my head to the metal bedstead, green verdigris paint, detailed in gold, curls and waves in its intricate pattern, perfect for tying me in one place. My hips still move, you give me that freedom, as you sit almost naked, watching me in my bare state, my body shaved of all hair except on my head, your fingers run down me from top to bottom, from my lips to my toes. Cross legged at my side, you bend forward and kiss my large stomach, moaning gently as you do, your mind enthralled and taken over by the sight of me, larger than life, tied, almost helpless but not quite, all the parts of my body that I hate, you love, you watch, in rapture as they move about. My squirming making all parts of me move, my large breasts like soft dough rolls, my stomach rippling as I move in time and against your fingers. You run your fingers over my thighs, one by one, taking in the fleshy feel, so soft and smooth it makes your cock twitch. Your fingers move swiftly over me, drinking me in, mapping me by fingertip, over my large stomach, dipping into my belly button, to move up over me once more until you touch my breasts once again. Taking my nipples one by one between your thumb and fingers, you roll them, making me moan, as I offer them to you.
You continue to play with me, taking pleasure in pleasuring, your erect cock ignored for now. Your tongue takes over from your fingers as you take one nipple gently between your teeth, biting it, teasing it, pulling on it, until my round hips rise from the bed in pleasure at the feel of you, moving in time with your tongue playing with me, as I moan my need for you. Your hands continue to tease, one on my free nipple, the other moving down my body, teasing fingernails on my large, bald mound, gently dipping between my lips, just above the hood of my clit, feeling your short nail as you enter me. I move on your fingers as my hips alternate between grinding deeply and lifting to you, almost begging, the words not quite leaving my lips, formed but not used.
I don't have to use them, as your fingers slide into me slowly, so slowly its almost painful and I hold my breath as you run one finger pad over the most sensitive part of me. My clit reacts immediately, closely followed by my hips as I rise to meet you, pushing myself up to you, your finger continuing to rub gently, circling alternating with pushing deeply onto my clit, sending shivers down my spine, unable to do anything more than moan and move with you, no escape, but in truth no escape wanted or needed. I moan deeply as you slide two fingers into me, twisting them slowly, pumping as you do, your thumb now taking over from your finger as you move your hand into a more comfortable and accessable position, swapping your fingers over, still keeping two within me, a third playing with my tight puckered ring.
Your fingers pinch my large deep rose pink nipples one by one, as you now sit upright to watch my reaction to your work. My large hips move, caught between bearing down on your finger playing with my ass and pushing up against your thumb. I grind in both directions, both movements equally arousing, neither of them playing a bigger part but both bringing me closer to my orgasm. Your hands working ceaselessly, in all areas, every nerve ending on fire as my body moves, until finally, my orgasm hits, my magnificent round arse rising from the bed, my large thighs clamping onto you as my cunt milks your fingers, my whole orgasm shuddering through my body.
As my sleeping orgasm hits, my moans wake me slowly, my body on fire, in need, wanton, waiting for more. I open my eyes slowly and look around, my eyes finally resting on you sitting at the side of the bed, watching me from an arm chair, your cock still erect, your eyes giving you away. I see in your eyes what I feel, the need, the ache to feel you against me, in me, touching me. I smile at you, a lazy smile.
"Hello" I say, watching you.
A sigh as you murmur "Hello." back at me.
I turn on my side and look at you, my eyes inviting, my mouth not yet issuing that invitation, wanting to find out if you see your own needs mirrored in my eyes. Unable to continue simply sitting and watching, you rise, after all the show is over, for now. Leaning over me you run your nails down my stomach and back up again, watching the rolls ripple, quivering as my breath leaves me in a long hiss. You put one knee on the bed and move your hand over me, over my large stomach, from side to side, over my hips, watching them rise to your touch, my eyes closing in pleasure, my round backside lifting slightly as I wriggle, rotating my hips towards you. Lithe despite my size, dancing always a secret pleasure of mine, my wide hips able to capture looks of appreciation as they move from side to side on a dancefloor, always a promise of things to come. You sigh as you watch me move, sitting crossed legged at my side, your chin resting on your free hand as you simply watch, drinking in my movements, my size, my shape. To you, I am beauty personified.
My teeth capture my bottom lip as you continue to move over me, you tease me, moving over my thighs, making my flesh quiver, automatically parting for you, my body crying out for you, my need evident, my want as I surrender myself to you, a plaything, to use at your leisure, to pleasure, to get pleasure from. I jump slightly as you duck your head down and place a kiss on my stomach, the one place that causes me the most angst, the place that you would happily lay down your head and die, such is your level of feeling for women of size. I smile as your fingers move again, this time around my thighs once more before ducking between them briefly, bringing an automatic "Ohhhhh" of pleasure from me, even though your fingers do not intrude, they go no futher than running gently over my lips, the anticipation of you is enough. I feel my wetness increase as I lie, eyes shut, waiting. Just the thought of you is enough, will this need ever cease? I wonder to myself as you play, the beast within, wanting to come out, rattling her cage, catching the scent of your own.
I open my eyes and look at you once more, your eyes have never left my face, watching my every move, anticipating, teasing, wanting to take me to the edge. As I look at you, I see your beast awakening, the flash of lust appearing in them, as I hear my own roar in frustration, unable to rise until I let her, straining against her leash. I smile, feeling the power I have over her. You move onto your side next to me, never losing eye contact as I feel you against me, your hard cock pressing against my hip in anticipation. I move my hip against you, rotating slowly as you bend your head to kiss me, my leg over yours, my body giving itself unconditionally, bequesting myself to you. As your tongue slides slowly into my mouth I feel your fingers moving in too, slowly sliding deep within me, already hearing my wetness. You moan as we kiss, feeling the warmth of my wetness over your fingers, twisting them, pushing them in and pulling them out, slowly at first, then speeding up as my moans become deeper and more urgent, my hand sliding down to join your own, assisting with the movement, pushing hard, deep, wantonly as my hips buck against you. My thumb rubs my clit urgently as your fingers punish my cunt, ramming hard, our kiss now broken as you watch me, my eyes boring into your own, begging without words, my hips lifting in abandonment.
You ram your fingers deeply, once, twice and as you kiss me on the third punishing, brutal push I cum. My whole body convulses under you, my beast let loose now, I arch my back and bear down on your fingers, a primal growl leaving me, filled with lust and need, as my hands find purchase where they can, my fingernails digging deeply into your shoulder, hearing the hiss of pain as I push them deep enough to break the skin. My orgasm washes over me, as I pull you into me. You kiss me deep and hard once more, I feel your lust within it, your beast awake and curling himself around mine. Your teeth nip me, enough to make me jump but not enough to break the skin, tiny marks left behind in their wake, down my neck and shoulder, moving down me until you reach my nipples once more. Your other hand continues to play with my cunt, your fingers sliding in and out of me, your teeth clamp onto my nipple, my body reacts in kind as I offer them to you. Moans leave me as my fingernails move over your back, tracing patterns, leaving marks, brands of me on you, your tongue playing, flicking and rolling as you suckle on me, my nipple hardening under your care, alternating between toying and hurting, knowing I love both.
