Inhale

Rishi lay on his bed with his hands folded behind his head. Staring up at the ceiling, he let his mind wander. He was so stressed at work that even his weekends were consumed with catching-up on tasks and projects from weeks before. This was his first Sunday of freedom in a long time and he was eager to luxuriate in the fleeting thoughts that normally accompanied an unburdened mind.

His apartment had large windows that looked out onto the lake. The sun was brilliant and bathed the room in warm light. He had a window cracked open and a slight breeze circulated through his apartment. Rishi took deep breaths and felt his muscles relax. He lay in his bed completely nude, enjoying the feel of his high thread count sheets against his freshly showered body. He was tall and muscular, with thick body hair covering a significant portion of his chest and belly. He normally kept his pubic hair well trimmed, but he’d allowed it to grow out until he could barely make out his penis in the mess of black hair between his legs.

Rishi was extremely fit and played a number of sports through his high school and college years. For the decade-and-a-half after graduating from university, he continued to workout regularly and play any sport he could.

Despite the breeze, beads of sweat trailed down Rishi’s temples. He woke up early to work out, but his body was still running hot despite the cool shower he took minutes ago. He wiped some sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand and seriously contemplated taking another shower already.

He was brought back to the present when he heard the door to his apartment open.

The voice of his girlfriend Sejal filled the apartment as she burst in and said, “It is so fucking hot out there!”

Rishi heard her stomping around the apartment, mumbling to herself. She just got back from her run and she was always more energetic aftwerwards which always confused Rishi. She’d often drag him into the bedroom and demand he have his way with her the second she returned, which in reality was her having her way with him, riding him with such intensity he was usually the one telling her to slow down. From what Rishi could tell from the way Sejal seemed to be angrily moving about, he suspected she would just take a shower and collapse into the couch.

Sejal burst into the bedroom, still muttering to herself. She was a petite woman who had a presence that often dwarfed Rishi’s when they were out in public. Though Rishi was a foot taller than her, Sejal commanded the attention of any room they entered and he would slip into the background. As a shy person, it was one of the many reasons he loved going out with her.

Sejal Stripped out of her pink leggings and sports bra and tossed them into the laundry hamper. Her sweat-slicked body glistened as she stood naked in the room, feeling the light breeze on her skin. She took a deep breath and finally took notice of her naked boyfriend on the bed.

“Hi,” she said, smiling down at Rishi. Her hazel eyes sparkled and her smile warmed his heart.

Rishi patted the bed next to him and Sejal lightly jumped on and nuzzled herself into the crook of his neck. Rishi smelled the mix of lavender soap and sweat radiating off her skin. He inhaled her scent, her essence, and let it take over. He felt her heartbeat against his chest, slowing as she settled against him. He rubbed her back, her skin sticky with sweat. Sejal let out a quiet moan as she ran her hand through the tangle of hair on his chest, gripping small handfuls as she explored the expanse of his torso.

Rishi was surprised Sejal was as not her usual ravenous self, but, as if reading his mind, Sejal swiftly threw her leg over his body and straddled him. She look down at him and smiled before leaning forward and kissing him. Their tongues danced and their hands squeezed and scratched. Sejal released her lips and let a single strand of saliva drip from her lip down onto Rishi’s chest.

She then spun around and slid back, planting her tight, round ass down on Rishi’s face. Rishi gripped her cheeks with his large hands and spread her open. Her prominent lips spread and her pink warmth glistened with desire. Rishi pressed his face between her cheeks and breathed her in. He relished in the mixture of aromas that were the woman he loved. The spike of the sweat from a long, hard run cut by the sweetness of the nectar he hungrily lapped with her tongue. Her asshole winked with every delicate twirl of his tongue along the rim, eliciting thrusts from Sejal’s hips.

He listened to her moans as she swallowed his cock. As competitive people, they often subconsciously competed in this position to see who could make the other come first. Rishi was undefeated, yet Sejal always gave it her best shot. She squeezed his balls as she twirled her tongue around his tip, struggling to concentrate as Rishi expertly worked his magic over her clit. Sejal eventually gave up and sat back up, smothering Rishi completely.

With the help of gravity, Rishi sucked and flicked with more vigour. Sejal’s desperate curses echoed as she ground her hips aggressively against Rishi’s face. Rishi pushed himself to bring her to orgasm, her desire coating his lips and chin, the smell of her pleasure overwhelming his senses. With a final scream she squeezed her thighs around Rishi’s head, spasming with the crash of every orgasmic wave.

Sejal fell forward, her face nestled in Rishi’s crotch. She took deep inhales of his musk, finding comfort in the heavy smell of her lover. Rishi eventually eased her off of him and easily shifted her body to once again nestle against his.

Sejal buried her face in his armpit and continued to take deep inhales. The smell of sweat began to dominate the small room but the two lovers were already sleeping, entangled in one another’s arms.

Invisible Restraints

Aurelia and Armond threw the medicine ball back and forth between them. They were drenched in sweat as they pushed through the soreness in their arms and shoulders.

They were on the final circuit of their intense workout in their basement workout space. Aurelia tossed the last rep and immediately collapsed to the floor, followed closely by Armond.

“That shit kills me every time,” she said between heaving breaths.

“That’s why it’s so good,” Armond replied, rubbing his sleek, defined arms.

Aurelia wore her multicoloured Lululemon yoga pants, a blue sports bra, and had her hair up in a high ponytail. Armond wore just his black running shorts, opting to remove his shirt halfway through the circuit.

They both collected themselves and went up to the kitchen to make smoothies and rest. After throwing together two strawberry banana smoothies, they sat at the kitchen table.

“I definitely feel like my will to power through the last few reps with each circuit it getting stronger,” Armond said, looking thoughtful as he sipped his drink.

“I feel you,” Aurelia responded, “Like, before I felt like I would need someone to whip me to push through. Now, I’m my own whip.”

The two of them laughed at Aurelia’s comment, and Armond said, “We haven’t brought out the whip in a hot minute. You got me thinking.”

Aurelia gave him a wink, “Maybe we should.”

An inquisitive look then passed over her face, and she continued, “We actually haven’t brought any of the toys out for a while. The rope, the whip, the nipple clamps. You want to tonight?”

Armond was about to answer when another thought crossed his mind. “Actually, I have an idea for something new we can try instead.”

Aurelia raised an eyebrow. “I’m all ears,” she said, resting her chin on her hand as she leaned forward.

“You know how we were just talking about our growing ‘power of will’,” Armond said, “What if we bound ourselves in the bedroom with nothing but that. No rope. No cuffs. Nothing.”

Aurelia looked interested. Armond continued, “And we each do our best to push the other and make it really, really difficult to stay bound.”

“I love it,” Aurelia said, leaning over and kissing Armond deeply. “I can’t wait for tonight, my love. You’re gonna regret this little challenge,” she said, giving Armond a wink as she stripped out of her clothes on her way to the shower.

Armond felt a twitch in his shorts, the countdown to the evening had begun.

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Aurelia lay on her back spread-eagle on the plush queen size bed. She was completely naked, her body covered in goosebumps from the anticipation she felt for the night ahead.

Her normally pale skin was now suntanned from the hours she’d spent that summer in her garden. She had flowing locks that curled down past her shoulders and were splayed around her head like a glistening auburn halo. Her large, pink nipples sat atop her generous breasts, swaying gently with each heaving breath. Her supple belly gave way to soft thighs that did little to hide a small patch of brown hair nestled between them.

Aurelia kept her arms and legs in position as Armond stood at the foot of the bed, taking in every inch of her, his deep hazel eyes probing her body. He stood just over 6’1 and was slim with broad shoulder. His naked body towered over her, a thin layer of hair covering his chest, stomach, and thighs, but his privates were clean shaven.

Armond spoke in a hushed tone, “Remember, you’re not to move your arms or legs, no matter what.”

Aurelia bit her lip and nodded, craning her neck to take in the sight of the man she’d entrusted her body to utterly completely.

Armond sat on the bed next to Aurelia and placed his large hand on her stomach and began a slow caress from her pubis to just below her breasts. He watched the goosebumps spread across her skin and her nipples begged for more.

Armond climbed further onto the bed and lay next to Aurelia, then wrapped his lips around her erect nipple. Aurelia let out a gasp and clenched her fists as Armond swirled his tongue around her pink towers, alternating back and forth between her left and right breasts.

When Armond took her nipples between his teeth and slowly pulled, she held her breath, curling her toes and flexing her legs until he released her, at which point she let out a guttural moan and soaked in the heat pulsing through her body. Armond continued until Aurelia’s body was slick with sweat and her breathing grew heavy.

When Armond sat back up, Aurelia looked at him, small streaks of tears out of the corners of her eyes begged him to release her. Instead, he leaned down and kissed her deeply, and in that moment giving her the comfort and reassurance she needed to obey for just a little longer.

When Armond pulled back, Aurelia smiled and gave a tiny nod, and he smiled.

With renewed permission Armond placed his hand on Aurelia stomach and moved it down to her inner thigh. He could see the glistening dew coating her lips beneath the patch of hair as he continued to gently caress her thigh, bringing his fingers agonizingly close to her warmth.

After a few strokes of Aurelia’s soft skin, Armond moved his hand to between her legs. Aurelia gasped as his thumb found her throbbing clit and he rubbed slow, steady circles over it.

Aurelia’s breathing laboured as she flexed and struggled against her own will power, moaning and grunting as Armond circled her button.

When his long, slender finger plunged deep into her soaked warmth, her breath caught. He worked her clit and stroked her pleasure points rhythmically, methodically, sending Aurelia tumbling through a euphoric torrent.

When Armond picked up the pace, Aurelia knew she was getting swept away in the raging rapids of orgasmic bliss, heading straight over the climactic waterfall. Aurelia screamed out and bore down as she soared over the falls, her essence exploding from her warmth, staining the fresh bedsheets. Her vagina ached, pulsing through the aftershocks. Her arms ached like they did during her morning workout.

Armond slipped his fingers in Aurelia’s mouth and she revelled in the taste of her sweetness, then the taste of Armond’s lips as he bent down and gave her another deep, sensual kiss.

Aurelia opened her eyes and looked Armond in the eyes after she finally caught her breath and her body came down from the high. He gave her a nod and Aurelia immediately released her arms and legs and curled up in to a ball, laying on her side in the fetal position.

Armond immediately wrapped his body around her from behind, peppering her neck and shoulders in gentle kisses, comforting her through her recovery.

After a few minutes he left the room and returned with two glasses of their favourite tequila. They sat in their bed drinking, Aurelia leaning on Armond’s chest, snuggled under his shoulder.

As she sipped her drink, her left hand drifted to between Armond’s legs and she held his smooth, soft member. She felt it grow in her palm as she fondled it, stroking as it swelled to full mast. She admired it’s girth and watched it twitch and curve slightly upward.

She downed the last of her drink then took Armond’s glass from his hand and placed it on the nightstand.

“Hands behind your head,” she said, straddling his lap and staring him directly in his eyes.

Armond obeyed, his flexed arms fanning the flames deep in Aurelia’s core and reigniting the river from her warmth.

Aurelia kissed Armond across his neck and shoulders, tasting the salty sweat on his skin. She made her way down to his chest and found his nipples.

Aurelia worked Armond exactly as he’d worked her, biting, tonguing and sucking his soft, sensitive buttons. Aurelia relished in his hushed whimpers and flexing biceps with each agonizing tug. She glimpsed the precum building on the tip of his aching cock, craving more with every passing second. Satisfied that her man was sufficiently teased, She shuffled forward so her pussy hovered inches over Armond’s member.

Aurelia lowered herself down and felt him part her lips and fill her soaked vagina. She slowly rocked her hips, feeling his curve press against her pleasure points, reigniting the torrential euphoric maelstrom. She felt her self climb higher and higher, screaming as she reached the orgasmic apex, rocking faster until she climaxed. She let out a feral scream as her body spasmed, squeezing around the throbbing member lodged between her legs, pulsing waves or ecstasy washing over her.

Armond’s arms remains tightly behind his head, obedience overcoming desire, his cock nearly ready to explode. Aurelia recovered and started riding him again, this time lifting her hips and slamming them down on his lap, driving him deeper inside.

She rode quicker and more aggressively and began to feel Armond’s cock swell and twitch, ready to release. Aurelia’s already sensitive pussy reacted in kind and in an instant both lovers roared as they came together, Aurelia gripping Armond’s head tightly and bringing her forehead to his as he remained bound by conviction.

Aurelia finally moved from Armond’s lap and kissed him before releasing him. The two again sat in each other’s arms drinking tequila.

They looked at each other’s arms. Both their wrists were free of any marks, though they still felt phantom tightness around them. That night the strength of will forged bonds tighter than any rope could.