Memories Returned by The Tree Writer

As the day began, she thought about the nights to come. He would be here in four days! She checked the bedroom and made sure things were ready for His arrival.

Bed sheets ready to change, toys all cleaned up, extra towels ready for cleanup, lingerie ready for use, and clean pads for pleasure as well.  Will that be enough for starters?   She plans out the meals for the week He will be here. There will not be much need for times for the meals as they will be busy in the bedroom for hours, so they must be easy and fast meals.

She smiles at her completion of things and dreamily thinks of their last meeting.

He came to her eagerly and entered the house.  Her youngest ran to him to pull him into his world of computer games and talk. She gloated over finding a man so true to his words. “Children are most important as is family needs coming first, “He said.  She was witness to this each time he came for another visit.  She waited the opportunity for them to reunite, patiently, though it pained her so much.

She got a hold on Him about two hours later. She held Him tightly and didn’t want to let go. She missed Him so much. She kissed His neck and nibbled slightly.  He jumped a little, not expecting it. They kissed and held it for what seemed like twenty minutes. She forced herself to pry away and allow Him to sit and tell her of His travels and work over the past few weeks.

She got Him a drink and offered Him food. He graciously refused. Their eyes kept locking. Knowing they both wanted to ravage each other, but knowing they must refrain until the child is resting. There were only 2 more hours until he would go to sleep.  They individually plotted; they watched TV and talked a lot about things going on with their friends and relatives.

The time had finally come.  The youngest was in bed and supposedly sleeping.  He took her hand in his hand, and led her to the bedroom. There, He proceeded to kiss her quickly and she returned the kiss with fever and hunger.  She stroked his head and fondled His member. They parted and eyed each other while they got undressed for the roller coaster ride of a lifetime.

She lay on the bed, dutifully. Legs parted, as promised for His pleasure and review. The chill air aroused her attention in all her nakedness. She had shaven that afternoon, so things were extremely sensitive to air and touch alike.  He looked at all of her body on the bed.  He worshiped her body. This confused her to no end, but she did relish it and felt much like a Goddess once they were alone in that room.


He approached her body, lightly caressing it from neck, slowly down her arms and then her torso and then her hips. He trailed off just above the pubic bone and returned with His tongue. He invaded her and parted her lips as he delved deeper into her and probed to find anything He might have missed upon earlier visits.

She felt the room spinning. Gleefully she embraced it knowing nothing about the running of her house or children for the rest of the evening. She squirmed and tried to stay put, as He demanded, just by being Him.  She yearned for His approval over all in that room.  That was their sacred room where He took control and she abided.  She loved releasing every time to Him, if just for a short time.

She scratched her nails into the headboard above and returned her hands to her side for a second, with clenched fists. She couldn’t take it.  She grabbed His head and tried to hold steady for Him.  She found this so difficult. He thrust His fingers into the void that was now coated in juices and throbbing from desire. He continued to lick all of her clit and lips. He would nibble on her clit and pull it. She moaned loudly and cried out to Him to not stop and please more. She gasped for air frequently as she felt the muscles contract and prepare for an explosion.  This was not allowed unless He said so. She dug her nails into the fabric on the bed.

She begged for approval, to be able to cum.  He looked up, astonished she would disrupt Him from His favorite activity. She had a wave of fear rush through her bare skin, from the look in His eyes.  “Not yet,“ He demanded, “I have only started to play here.”  She contorted her face and He resumed.  He stopped ten minutes later and she was going to explode. He said,” Now you may cum. Hard, Fast, and many times,”

Her lips were throbbing and her body was convulsing as she came on His face and He enjoyed His late night snack. He licked her clean, only to be covered again with her juices. Again and Again. He tried to count the numbers of times she came, but her convulsions didn’t break into single waves of pleasure. It was just so constant. He was still amazed He could do that to her.  She had so much trouble stopping her cumming.

As she tried to regroup, she felt it fair to take the rest of what she longed for.  She tried breathing first, upon His taking a break and they both laid there, resting.  After a few minutes, she crawled over to Him. She tantalized his thighs and massaged His member. She enjoyed watching His attention grow stronger as she made love to His penis with her tongue and hands. He moaned and writhed. (It was His turn to suffer.)

She stroked Him and hit every nerve He had exposed. She relished the cock and it was her favorite toy. She looked up occasionally to see He was being tortured with all the attention she was giving. She supplied several strokes and then teeth along the main nerve, up the shaft. Then more tongue and a firm grip.

Her memories of the last meeting were stopped abruptly as the car horn blew in the driveway. She found herself soaking wet in between her legs from her memories and having difficulties walking towards the door and…

He has arrived, finally….

The Tree Writer



Raw Screenshot from The Orphan Killer 2 Bound x Blood Photo by Matt Farnsworth, Creator Releasing 2015  ©™ Full Fathom 5 Productions LLC
Raw Screenshot from The Orphan Killer 2 Bound x Blood
Photo by Matt Farnsworth, Creator
Releasing 2015
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