Keep the Fires Burning

C and I attended Dark Odyssey Spring Fire, and had an amazing time. I will write about my many adventures there soon. But tonight I feel like writing about my night alone with the glorious Selina Fire and her wonderful Martin.

The evening had been off to a lousy start. I was supposed to meet up with a friend while Selina and Martin had dinner with some of their friends. We were all going to meet up later to go dancing, and then see what happened next. My friend stood me up, so I wound up killing far too much time on a solo bar crawl through the East Village, getting drunker and more pissed off as I progressed. I was ready to cut my losses and go home, but somehow I knew that Selina and Martin would be worth the wait.

They swept me away in a cab, as I teetered on a street corner outside yet another bar—my heroes. They promised to make it all better. Inside the cozy apartment filled with books and art, Martin asked if he could massage my feet. My feet are very sensitive, and touching them is a privilege to be earned. Rescuing me that night was sufficient. I allowed him to slip off my girlish knee high socks, followed by black stockings. He rubbed my bare feet with slow but strong movements. I relaxed back onto Selina’s bed.

Selina ran her hand along my neckline and down over my breasts. She encountered my highly structured black camisole; designed to make my tits looks fabulous, but built like an Amazon’s breastplate. (Ok, for any classics buffs in my readership, don’t worry, it does allow for TWO breasts.) “This needs to come off,” she said. Martin agreed emphatically. They both helped me remove it, and my large breasts swung free. My skirt and underwear came off next, and I lay completely naked between them. Selina took one of my nipples in her mouth, and Martin took the other one. The last of my self-possession dissolved, and I gave myself over to them completely.

Martin had already talked to me about how much he wanted to eat my pussy. It was something that I’d had several days to contemplate and imagine. Just as he was poised to begin, Selina dove in, and got their first. She started hungrily, licking and sucking. She used tongue and mouth with fingers in a delicious combination that brought me quickly to my first orgasm of the night. Then she made way for Martin, and he began his approach as he had with my feet, slow but strong. Selina returned to my tits, sucking them, as Martin’s tongue explored deeper into my cunt. I reveled in that decadent, languorous feeling that comes over me when my pussy is expertly eaten. As I drifted dreamily through the waves of pleasure, Martin brought me back with rigorous, deep finger-fucking. I love that contrast, from the slow warmth of a tongue to the quick thrust of fingers, and quickly reached another orgasm.

Martin and I focused our attention on Selina. He turned her over and fucked her from behind while I watched and played with her tits. I love to watch a couple who know each other’s bodies really well fuck; to try to decode the short-hand signals, developed over time, with which they guide each other to greater pleasure. Ever generous, Martin released Selina and turned her over to me. I knelt on a pillow, making myself comfortable by the edge of the bed, and began to explore her clit, ever so delicately, with my tongue, while my fingers made their way into her slick pussy. I increased the pressure of my fingers inside her, and sat back a little to take in the image of Martin cradling her, surrounded by her glorious long hair. I felt her cunt muscles responding to my touch, pulling at my fingers longingly. With my thumb on her clit, I fucked her harder with two fingers. Martin stroked her face as she concentrated on the sensations and climaxed.

I crawled back into the middle, and chatted drowsily, slowly stroking Selina. Martin brought us orange juice. They wanted to me to stay the night, and it was very tempting, hopefully next time. I needed to be home to do things in the morning, so I pried myself up and back into my crumpled clothes. Martin walked me to the subway, accompanying me down to the platform and waiting with me for my train. He kissed me sweetly, and we murmured about what a wonderful time we’d had, and that we hoped it would happen again soon.

Don’t worry, it did.

Published in: on April 17, 2007 at 11:05 pm  Leave a Comment