Czech Public

I nearly jump out of skin, however stand still, obeying the voice that has appeared behind me. Personally i think the pounding of my frantic heart and I fear she can hear it too. I recognize that I've dropped my grocery bags, and they've spilled their contents onto the floor. My entire body is alert and my senses more receptive than ever, and I know I heard something break. Perhaps the bottle of white wine I'd bought for lunch, or the jar of sundried tomatoes. Whatever it had been, it's not important.
The feminine voice ceases to be just a speech: I feel her hands coming down my waist. It stops at my bottom, squeezing it. A slight tremor sets in my body and that's when I start to feel fear.
Ocean; the letters can be found in a strong swell within my mind.
"Open the door. And hurry up," she says, with a tranquility that would puzzle me if I weren't so nervous.
I put a submit my purse and rummaged through cellular phone, charger, lipstick, pens and old tickets, looking for the keys. Het hands continue to traverse my body in a none-too-gentle way, causing me to shiver. I find my keys and fumble, making several attempts to place it in the lock, until she rips them out of my hands and opens the doorway in just a couple of seconds. She pushes me inside and slammed the door.
I want to scream, very strong, but I feel a knot in the throat that prevents me. Ocean, I hear in my own head. I can only just think of the fucking "ocean."
She pushes me contrary to the wall, pulling down my thin dress.
I close my eyes tightly and when I open them again, my dress is on to the floor, ripped. Czech Public It was certainly one of my favorites. She's in black and I can't see her face. It's covered by a leather mask. What I actually do see clearly are her penetrating gray eyes.
Ocean.
She steps backward to look closely at my naked body. I'm shame. My panties are on another end of the hall, almost in the living room. I try to cover my most intimate areas with my hands, but steps forward to push them away. She grabs my neck, causing me to show my head to one side, and begins to bite it hard. I Czech Public gasp, I don't know whether Czech Public by shame, by anguish, by fear or…by a nearly imperceptible excitement that I begin to feel.
Ocean.
I attempt to shake her off when I've the possibility, but she grabs my wrists and grabs them firmly. She puts them over my head and then begins to lick and nibble on my breasts.
Right after, she fixes my wrists with one hand and, with her free hand, enters me with two fingers at once. A tide appears to flood my brain, and then oscillates and spreads through my nerves, under my skin. Two fingers, strong, only two, many, form a tsunami of pleasure. I close my eyes at the shock and the hardness of her movements. I hear a low giggle.

Ocean.
"I'm going to release you and you're not planning to move. Should you," she pauses and stares into my eyes, "you will receive and extraordinary punishment and I assure you that you'll regret it.
Ocean. Ocean, ocean.
I swallow and try to remain as still as possible. With no need to hold my limbs, she crouches, separates my legs and opens her mouth to reveal her tongue. A moan escapes me and I don't realize until I hear it.
Her tongue traverses my vulva having an unexpected ability, exploring the folds I didn't know I had. It makes me twist and spread my legs almost inadvertently.
She'll think I want it, I repeat, letting my voice ring in my own head. Ocean.
But the stark reality is that yes, I love it, although I can't express it aloud. I loved letting myself be subjected to the orders of my stranger, I loved lowering my guard.
I let her a couple of seconds later, take me by the arm and take me to the kitchen. Let her seat me on the counter and put her fingers back, this time around three…Her tongue renews its onslaught.
I now can't help but let my body release the gasps and groans which can be born deep within my being with each charge. I let her expert hands move faster and penetrate deeper. I let her tongue make more daring movements, twisting and unscrewing, making its way. I allow it, with another hand, clench my nails into my ass and tighten it tightly nearer to me.
Slowly, I let my hands come down slowly, with some fear. I grasp the hair on the trunk of her head and push with eager force, fusing her tongue with body in an almost impossible proximity.
I'm no further conscious of where my body begins and where her body ends, so I ignore it completely to the licks, the scratches, the thrusts.
My body runs. I have allowed it.
The orgasm is indeed intense that when I reach it, I am barely conscious of what's happening. I do believe she's taking me to bed, I don't know… She keeps touching me under the sheets and I'm back to the ridge of another wave of wet passion. I'm ecstatic and calm, exhausted and fearful, excited and pleased. Dizzy, I do not find myself, but I enjoy this pinch of peace that I feel for the very first time in minutes, hours, eons, what do I am aware!
I believe it's raining outside.
I open my eyelids little by little, as if the light of the room would blind me. Before I can easily see anything, I remember everything. I remember her. I start and see her standing, staring at me with her ash-colored eyes, which appear to interrogate me. She's wrapped in a bright towel, just out from the shower.
It wasn't rain.
"There was a minute when I was about to use our safeword," she murmurs before pausing, in a speech different from before. Now it conveys calmness and warmth if you ask me, and love. I've notice you've already brought in the paper for me.
My beautiful wife.
I shiver with the delight at the memory. I, too, was about to state it. It absolutely was as easy as saying "ocean," but neither my mind nor my body wanted to.