"A TASTE OF SUBMISSION"
Co-Written by Snowy_Secret & Uhl B. Wett
(Guest Appearance by veryearlyriser)
The holidays are over, and life is starting to get back to normal. Snowy and Ashley have grown much closer at work, and life is good. Snowy and I spent a quiet New Year's Eve at home watching the ball drop at Time's Square on the television. We spent most of New Year's Day talking about our upcoming Cruise Getaway to the Caribbean and making plans. We looked over the brochures and talked about the exotic places in the Caribbean we will be going. Snowy was excited, I was too. She talked on and on about wanting to buy something special to wear.
"Baby, it's a cruise, all you need is Sunscreen," I chuckled softly, knowing that I really needed to tell her at some point this was a Nudist / Swinger's Lifestyle Cruise. "It says here that Dinner with the Captain is considered a formal event. and that proper attire is required, I told her, leaving out the part in the brochure where it said lingerie and / or erotic apparel is considered formal attire aboard ship," I read selectively from the brochure, keeping it discretely from her. "I guess that let's everyone else know they had a special invite to dine with the captain," I told her with a wink.
"Hmmmm," Said Snowy. I could see the wheels turning already.
"Maybe I will get you something very special to wear," I told her; with something very special and very specific in mind.
"Ooooh! Sexy lingerie?" she queried with a naughty giggle.
I started going through a stack of unopened mail, most of it was junk, and ran across a plain white envelope with my name and address handwritten on the front. The writing looked familiar, but I could not place it. I opened it with my pocketknife and unfolded the single neon pink sheet inside. "WE MISS YOU!" it read at the top. I started to read what it said and realized it was from a sex club called "The Pleasure Palace" that I like to visit occasionally. I hadn't been there in several months, since well before I met Snowy. Attached was an invitation to a mid-January party at the club. Snowy moved behind me and wrapped her arms softly around my neck.
"What is it baby?" she asked softly rubbing my chest, kissing the top of my head, as our conversation turned away just in time, from the cruise.
"It's an invite sexy," I told her softly caressing her left forearm. "To a place I had almost forgotten about."
"Have you ever been there before?" she asked, reading it over my shoulder.
"I have many times, usually alone, but sometimes with a guest," I told her.
"MMMMM, who did you take?" she asked curiously.
"I've taken a couple different women actually," I replied. "I took Sally twice and Ingrid once. Sally was unshockable while Ingrid was like a kid in a candy store," I told her smiling.
Snowy nodded quietly, then kept reading over my shoulder. I handed her the flyer that had the email address to RSVP for the special "Erotic Journeys in January" event. The club was over fifty miles away, and the event was on a Friday night. So, it really did not interest me much, although it would be a valuable experience for Snowy, I was not particularly drawn in by the hand-written invitation. It was still two weeks out anyway, and the deadline to RSVP was more than a week away. I handed it to Snowy so she could finish reading it and continued opening the endless stack of bills and junk mail, not thinking any more about it.
It was the Sunday morning following New Year's Day and we had to pick up Ashley at the bus station as we had promised that afternoon. Snowy settled in front of the TV after breakfast and I went out to the woodshop to make a private call. I contacted a good friend of mine in Colorado, a journeyman Silversmith and Artisan, to check on a project he had been working his magic on for me since just after Thanksgiving. He said it was almost finished and he assured me that I would have it well before Valentine's Day. He said it looked spectacular and was some of his best work ever.
Things were going as planned, my challenge now turned to when I would give it to Snowy. The timing and the mood both had to be perfect. I thought about it as I cleaned up the shop and swept the floor. Just before the cruise would be a terrific opportunity, but I decided to wait until we were on board the ship and the cruise was underway. More than a week went by as the two of us eased back into our work routines, me back at the office and her back in the studio anchoring the local news.
I was sitting in my office Wednesday morning when Ms. Early came in to ask if she could take Friday off as she was heading out of town for the weekend. We were first of the year slow and I told her it would not be a problem, I only had a couple of appointments in the book that day, both in the morning. As she walked away, I began contemplating whether I wanted to leave at noon that day and take half a day off myself. I watched as Early left the room, her sexy round ass swaying softly back and forth, she looked over her shoulder acknowledging my glance, smiling seductively at me as she walked away.
That evening after we both got home, I told Snowy that I was closing the office early on Friday. I said that I had given Ms. Early the day off and that I only had a couple meetings scheduled in the morning, so I decided to shut things down after lunch. After dinner, I snuck into the bedroom and pulled two 7-inch vibrators, one pastel pink, the other powder blue in color, from the drawer of the nightstand and hid them beneath her pillow, since she always steals my pillow, she would never find them there. They had fresh batteries and soon they would be glistening with here sweet wet juices.
I led Snowy into the master bath, turned on the shower, then slowly and seductively stripped her naked as steam began to build in the big glass stall. I led her by the hand slowly beneath the water spray, my eyes laser fixed on hers as the water began to pelt us and bead up on our naked flesh. Gently and lovingly, we lathered each other up and softly scrubbed. I lathered her beautiful breasts and her supple behind, softly scrubbing up and down her back as she gently scrubbed up and down mine. She lathered my thick, growing cock and pumped it slowly.
"I love you baby," Snowy whispered, her perfect pink nipples hardening as a river of hot steamy water rushed between her amazing breasts.
"I love you too baby," I told her gently cupping her sex, my fingers exploring her smooth wet folds, seeking out her growing clit.
Snowy pushed her fingers through my wet hair and kissed me passionately, pulling back, she stared at me with hungry, needy eyes.
"Make love to me baby. Carry me to bed and make love to me like it's our first time, then again like it's our last time. Fuck me like I am the only woman on earth, fuck me like there is no tomorrow," moaned Snowy in my ear as I licked her neck and sucked softly at her collarbone.
"Baby, you are the only woman on earth," I whispered back. "No one else exists when you are in my arms. You are always in my head, and the only woman worthy of sleeping in my bed. You are the one woman beautiful enough, loyal enough, and erotic enough, to call mine, and the only woman I want for eternity," I said softly, lifting her into my arms, pressing her to the cold tile wall, pushing my hard cock gently into her warm dripping cunt.
"Oh Fuck!" she moaned loudly, shuddering softly, as a long, slow, single thrust of my powerful hips pushed me balls deep inside her. "Jesus Baby, she moaned, tilting her had back, wrapping her legs around my waist, locking her ankles below my dimpled ass cheeks.
It was hard for me to understand how a woman I had never met until a higher power sent a cute little, red-headed, eight-year-old to tug on my sleeve, could have such an impact on my life. In four short months the beautiful vixen in my arms has filled a void in my life, that I never even knew existed. She has gone from meaning nothing to me to becoming my everything. She has given me everything she has; she has made me the luckiest man alive. It may look differently to outsiders, but I need this sexy little bitch more than my next breath, more than a cold drink after a week in the desert, and more than a lost hiker needs the northern star and a full moon to find his way home.
"Baby, your cock feels amazing," she muttered with her lower lip aflutter. "You fucking drive me crazy," she moaned, raking her long, painted fingernails down my back, flashing me that needy look as I arched into her.