She Wrote / He Wrote

She Wrote / He Wrote

An

Emily Miller

/ DJMAC1031 collaboration.

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Part 1 - Him

He had slept restlessly. No particular reason, certainly not excitement for his birthday, never that. Sometimes sleep was just a challenge, maybe too many thoughts milling around in his head. He lay, eyes closed, some sixth sense telling him that the alarm was imminent.

"Wake up, sleepyhead."

The whisper had been so close to his ear that the speaker's exhalations had tickled him. His heart pounded with the shock, yet something also told him that it was OK, not to panic. Rather than startling, he slowly opened his eyes, adjusting to the low winter sun filtering through the blinds. Bringing things into focus.

Bringing HER into focus.

There she was, kneeling on the end of his bed, a silly smirk on her freckled face. "Happy birthday, cowboy!"

Of course this wasn't happening. It couldn't be happening. Could it?

Her deep voice - so incongruous with her slight frame - broke through his reverie. "Don't be silly. You're overthinking again, aren't you? Go with the flow for once."

With that, she lifted herself up. Despite the low light, her lacy white lingerie was clearly visible: A diaphanous bra encasing the most modest of breasts. Matching panties, pulled tight, the lines of her vulva all too evident. White hold-ups clinging to her lean legs.

Her dirty blonde hair was pulled back from her moon-shaped face, held in place by a claw clip, dark brown he thought. A thin black choker wrapped around her neck.

"Pleased to see me?" She looked pointedly at the sheet, which was quickly rising to form a mini-tipi.

He sat up and settled back into rearranged pillows. Half-shrugging, he pointed to his chest. They knew each other well enough that the

'Who, me?'

was superfluous. Both dissolved in giggles.

"Yeah, you. No good trying to hide," she grinned.

With that, she gripped the sheet and pulled hard. His instinctive reaction was to cover himself with his hands. But then he remembered,

"Go with the flow,"

and made himself relaxed, knees slightly bent, legs parted, now unashamed of his nudity or of the obvious evidence of his arousal.

Grinning back at her, he winked. "Hey, kid. Know what? I've got a really good feeling about this!"

She advanced up the bed, cat-like on all fours. When level with his face, she placed a playful finger on his lips. "Enough. Just lie back."

He wriggled down, lying supine, head on a pillow. She clambered further up along him to then carefully place a knee either side of his face.

Looking up past her belly and breasts, a pair of blue-gray eyes regarded him with a hint of mischief. "Birthday treat. I know you love the aroma stuff."

His gaze moved back down to her tight panties. Was that a slightly darker patch on the white material? He thought he could smell her already.

Slowly, she lowered her crotch toward his expectant face, stopping close enough that he could feel her warmth on his lips. Closing his eyes, he inhaled deeply. The odor of her sweat and more intimate secretions commingled in his flaring nostrils, making his pulse race.

Just breathing was all he seemed capable of for some time. But it was enough. He luxuriated in her all-consuming scent, the olfactory intensity sweeping through his consciousness, thrilling every nerve.

Part of him could have stayed happily in this paradise of blended fragrance and musk for hours, but her commanding voice interrupted him. "Well it's not going to lick itself, hun!"

It was certainly no hardship for him to obey her request. Carefully he found the edge of her panties and eased them to one side. Her delicate lips flared open, moisture slowly drizzling out.

He reached out with his tongue and touched her inner wetness, collecting a tincture of her earthy essence. Taste now joined smell in a fevered dance of the senses. Along with desire, quickly building desire.

He grabbed her hips and pulled her tiny body to him. His tongue rose to meet, then invade, her welcoming flesh. Sound now joined the dance, her moans and yelps encouraging him to probe deeper, to bury himself in her treasure.

Again her voice penetrated his self-contained world of sensory stimulation. "That's lovely, but it is YOUR birthday. Time for your present!"

With that she reversed position; the loss of her closeness to his face as she reoriented made him ache. Happily, she quickly settled back down so that he could renew his oral adoration of her dripping vagina; his nose now brushing against the even tighter hole just above with each inward lingual thrust.

Then, glory, her hand on his root. Squeezing. Creating the perfect angle. And now soft, wet warmness surrounding him. Her tongue, twisting. A slight suction, pulling the insides of her cheeks onto his hardness.

The perfection of this first envelopment had him motionless, every muscle tensed, as waves of undulating excitation ran through his body.

She set up a rhythm and he did likewise. Her nectar bathed his chin. His tongue penetrated her, matching her fervor as she oscillated on him. Her lips were in constant motion, coming closer and closer to his loins as she devoured him.

His hands felt the first tremors ripple through her body, an unmistakable signal of the earthquake to come. Despite the fullness of her mouth, muffled moans reached his ears. In response to her own arcing enjoyment, she increased her frequency, swallowing most of him with each downward stroke, keeping his tip captive at the end of each upward one.

He began to writhe, hot tingles escalating into dull aches, rushing towards release. He gripped her tighter and his tongue - now held rigid - strained ever harder to please her, ever deeper to penetrate her. She was now moaning and gulping, her head moving quickly. He felt a warmth beginning to surge through his body. Just a little longer.

He made room for his thumb and found the right spot unerringly, his accuracy confirmed by the tightening of her body. As he pressed and rubbed, he tongued her still harder. In a matter of seconds she threw her head back, her now unencumbered throat bellowing a primal roar to the ceiling as her body clenched and released, even as her juices flowed freely over his face.

Two breaths to collect herself and she plunged back down, her oral attack on him almost animalistic. Her mind and body laser-focused on one goal.

Soon the intensity was too much, much too much. He bucked and tensed and gritted his teeth as his muscles spasmed, driving spurts of his life giving essence into her eager mouth.

She slid down his length and held there, motionless. Her lips pushed firmly against his body, his throbbing phallus deep inside her throat. And there she stayed, sucking softly, until the last twitch abated and the last precious drop had been collected.

He closed his eyes, chest heaving, blood thumping in his veins. The explosion had been revelatory, like nothing before. He hadn't known that he could experience such pinnacles of ecstasy and emotion.

"Best... birthday gift... ever," he sighed.

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As he slowly returned from the sensory realm to the everyday, a strident beeping filled his ears. Opening his eyes, he scrambled for his phone. He pressed 'Stop' on the alarm with some annoyance.

Realizing he was alone, he blurily unlocked his phone. A message. A message from her. He touched the screen and it displayed her words:

"Hi, sweetie. Happy birthday. I wrote you a story. I hope you like it! 😘"

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Part 2 - Her

With a frustrated sigh, she checked her inbox again. She'd sent the story over three hours ago, surely he must have read it by now.

Perhaps he was still sleeping. It was, after all, his birthday. Or perhaps, more fun to imagine, he was taking his time reading it while pleasuring himself. She couldn't help but giggle at the mental image of him, cell phone in one hand, hard cock in the other.

And yet she'd thought he'd have at least acknowledged receiving it by now. She was just about to send another message to ask if he was okay when a knock at the door startled her.

She approached the door tentatively, not expecting company. "Hello? Who's there?"

Silence answered her. Pulling up her phone, she checked the security camera. No one there. Instead, just a box, strategically placed within the camera's view.

Indecision gripped her. She wasn't expecting a delivery. She worried it might be a trick, a lure to draw her out.

She was considering whether dialing 911 would be an overreaction when her phone pinged. A message from him:

"It's okay. Go get the package."

"What the hell is he up to?" she muttered to herself as she opened the door.

Attached to the box was a note, just four words:

"Do you trust me?"

Beneath, he'd signed his name. A sly smile crossed her face as she started to piece together what he might be planning.

Her suspicions were confirmed after bringing the box in the house and opening it. Inside were several familiar looking items, along with another note:

"I take that as a yes. Below is a detailed list of instructions. Follow them explicitly, then wait."

Her grin grew wider as she lay out the contents of the box on the table: A pair of high heeled black leather boots, a black leather collar, an eye mask, a leather flogger, several pairs of wrist cuffs, and, strangely enough, a feather duster.

"You devilish boy. I've trained you too well, haven't I?"

Digging deeper, she discovered several more items: Nipple clamps, a large, realistic looking silicone dildo with a suction cup base, a conical butt plug, and a tube of lubricant. Finally, there were several long strands of silken rope, along with a couple buckled leather straps.

Butterflies twisted her stomach as she considered what she was getting herself into. She hadn't done something like this in some time. And how well did she really know him, anyway? Oh sure, he'd been nothing but a perfect gentleman in the time since they'd first met, but still...

...still, deep down, she couldn't deny: she wanted this. Whatever this was. Her pulse quickened at the idea of it.

With a nervous titter, she again consulted the list:

"1: Strip. Everything but the panties."

"Of course he wants the panties on," she smirked as she kicked off her Keds and removed her jeans. Next went the tee-shirt, exposing her already braless breasts.

That left her nude save for the aforementioned panties. Looking down, she grimaced. They weren't exactly her sexiest pair, but then, she hadn't exactly planned on this. Still, she thought he'd be happy with them; simple and form fitting, hugging her vulva snug enough to form a provocative cameltoe.

She'd also been wearing them for several hours now, and she had no doubts he'd enjoy that. Especially as her juices were already flowing.

"2: Put on the boots and collar."

Picking up the boots, the smell of the leather was evocative, bringing up past memories to flood her already over-stimulated imagination. As she zipped them up around her calves, she found herself impressed at the fit, although they were a little big on her. Still, better than too small she supposed, considering how difficult she knew it was finding shoes to fit her tiny doll feet.

The collar was thick but not uncomfortable, and, unlike others she'd worn, still allowed some mobility of her head. She fingered the metal ring at the front of it curiously. She'd seen no chain to attach to it in the box, but perhaps he'd bring that himself. Or maybe it was just for show.

"3: Place one of your kitchen chairs in the middle of the floor, facing the entrance. Put a towel or a pillow on the seat if it will make it more comfortable."

The picture of what he had planned formed more clearly with each instruction. So the last few directions came as little surprise:

"4: Get your strongest vibrator, that big one you keep raving about in your stories, and place it on a nearby table, along with the other sex toys and lube."

"5: Make sure your front door is unlocked."

"6: Cuff your feet to the legs of the chair. Put on the eye mask, then cuff your hands behind the back of the chair. I've read your stories, so I know you're capable of this. When you're done, call out that you are ready.

"7: Once I enter, you will not speak unless spoken to. The exception to this would be to say the safeword, 'Fragile.' Speak this word to pause things at any time. But I truly hope you feel no need to.

As she busied herself carrying out the final instructions, she couldn't help smiling. Especially at his choice of safeword.

She also had to chuckle upon closer examination of the cuffs he had provided. These were toys compared to ones she'd used in the past. Soft padding lined plastic binders connected by plastic chains that could easily be broken with a strong enough tug. And she was much stronger than she looked.

She wondered if he just couldn't find more professional ones on short notice, or, more likely, he was sending her a message that she was never in any true danger, that she could easily break free any time she wished.

Putting on the ankle cuffs was easy. Restraining herself to the back of the chair was trickier, but she managed to do it in a way that wasn't entirely uncomfortable.

And so she found herself bound, shoulders bent back, legs agape, all but naked, and blindfolded.

With only the slightest shake in her voice, she called out, "I'm ready!"

She waited in anticipation for a response.

And waited. Then waited some more. Fearing he hadn't heard her, she called out again, loud as she could. "Hey! I'm ready whenever you are!"

Silence. Silence and time. Maybe he'd changed his mind, lost his nerve. But no, he'd at least think to let her know, right?

She was just about to pull at her bonds to see if they were truly that easy to escape from when she heard the door open.

"It's about damn time!" She bit her lip, immediately regretting her outburst. "Oops, sorry," she mumbled more softly.

She braced herself for some sort of punishment for her outburst, but it never came. Instead, all she could hear was his nervous breathing as he simply stood there immobile. Despite herself, she felt suddenly self-conscious about her nudity, knowing he must be staring at her.

Finally she heard him move, footsteps coming closer. She couldn't see, but felt his presence, very close now.

Then a hand, caressing her cheeks. And a whispered voice. "So... beautiful."

The hand traveled further, down her neck, over her shoulder. Goosebumps formed on her skin along the path of his light touch.

As his hand moved lower she thought he might be headed towards her breasts. And indeed he seemed to be contemplating it, his fingertips lingering over her upper chest. At the last moment he veered away, detouring along her collarbone to find, of all places, her armpit. She could not contain her laughter as he teased the sensitive nerve endings there.

"I knew it," he chuckled softly. "But don't worry your pretty blonde head, we'll work our way up to that."

She had a moment to wonder what he meant when she remembered the feather duster. Just the thought of it made her shiver in anticipation.

Or maybe it was just the sensation of his hands as they resumed their travels over her body. Slowly, oh so slowly, as if tracing her outline, moving in parallel down her sides, over her hips.

She sensed him bend and kneel before her as his hands continued down along her thighs and calves, ending at her booted feet. "These are definitely as sexy on you as I'd imagined."

His hands moved back up her calves, stopping at her knees. There they paused for several long moments. She could feel his eyes on her, hear the increased speed of his breathing.

And then they were again moving, up her inner thighs now, guiding her legs open even as they glided over her creamy skin, their target obvious, stopping only when his hands framed the crease of her inner thighs, where flesh met fabric.

Her heart raced in her chest as she awaited his next move. She'd been enjoying his touch and certainly appreciated his patience, taking his time, building the arousal. But she felt herself wanting more. NEEDING more. Hoping he'd give her something just enough to take it to the next level.

Her body jolted so suddenly she had no time to even fathom why. Then she felt it again; his thumbs, sliding upwards over her outer labia, meeting at the cleft they formed and brushing over the hood of her swollen clit. The delicate, unhurried nature of his touch was almost maddening.

Her legs trembled involuntarily as he repeated the maneuver several times before finally slipping a thumb past the elastic band to make contact with bare, wet flesh. He pushed gently at her entrance, just deep enough to part her inner lips before ascending, her juices giving him easy passage between the slick folds up to her throbbing button.

A low, breathy moan escaped her lips. She always found it amazing how being blindfolded heightened her other senses and increased her arousal. She could hear clearly the sound of her wetness as his digit wandered through her valley. A warm heat radiated from her loins, spreading simultaneously upwards to her belly and down towards her toes, causing them to curl in the oversized boots.

She'd always been fortunate enough to experience multiple orgasms during past sessions like this. And soon enough she felt the first of what she was sure would be many more building within her as his thumbs continued their steady rhythm over her most sensitive spots.

Apparently sensing how close she was, he increased his pace and pressure. Her panting breaths became short, hitching gasps as her climax hit; a small one to start, but she knew they would increase in intensity as things progressed.

His hands lingered for a few moments before pulling away, leaving her to ride out the aftershocks untouched. Then she sensed his weight shift, heard the floor creak as he bent to place his head between her thighs.

She couldn't help but smile as he took a long, deep breath. She knew he'd be unable to resist doing that for long.

His voice, unexpected as it was, made her jump. "Not bad. But I think we can do better."

Standing, he moved away from her. He was humming to himself as he rummaged through the box of items she'd left on the coffee table. She recognized the tune immediately as The Imperial March and wondered if he was just being his usual geeky self or if he was trying to hint at something.

And that's when he attached the nipple clamps.

"This is where the fun begins."

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He'd been at it for... well, she no longer had any real sense of time.

The punishments he'd dealt had been protracted, as she had once told him she enjoyed. Sharp cracks of the flogger alternated between her breast and thighs. While her position in the chair made it difficult, he even managed to find an angle to lash at her jutting clit by standing behind the chair and swinging from overhead.

Despite her cries of delicious agony, he knew enough not to stop, trusting that she had meant it when she'd told him she both craved and welcomed the inflicted pain.

Then came the long, torturously tickling teasing session with the feather duster, turning the pain into pleasure; making her sigh, moan and squeal as she squirmed in the chair. He couldn't resist involving his fingers as well, running them randomly over various areas of her highly sensitive skin.

And, just to keep her on edge, he'd give an occasional tug at the chain of her nipple clamps, causing sharp bursts of both pain AND pleasure in equal measure coursing through her.