My dearest J_J

My heart skipped a few beats. I held my breath and read...a tingle between my thighs.

The rest I shall write on my profile in response to this post of yours.

To read and see through your lense...the moment shall live forever.

RB.

She asked me what's on my bucket list, and I could not think of anything in the moment. Then she ticks off two I forgotten about in one night. The first one I'll keep between us, the second one described below.

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The fresh air from a bush lodge created a pleasant environment for an outdoor adventure, on an open balcony. Dark, but still sufficient light for him to admire her beauty.

Inside, the air was still thick with the warmth of their lengthy, whispered foreplay. Laughter and the faint clink of glasses from a dozen other rooms in corridor served as a constant, thrilling reminder of the risk. Surrounded by work colleagues. The noises eventually faded as the hours of the night passed.

She stood up and walked towards the balcony. He was stretched out on bed, his heart still beating a rapid rhythm from their explorations. She stood by the glass door, a playful, daring look in her eyes.

"Come outside with me," she whispered, her voice a soft challenge.

His eyes widened slightly. The balcony was open, exposed, wooden ledge in row of similar balconies, where any one of his colleagues could be standing, looking out. The thought sent a jolt of pure adrenaline through him. But the exhilaration in her gaze was infectious. He followed.

The night air was cool on his skin. That's when he saw what she had brought with her. It was large, an instrument of pure audacity. His first thought, a silent, breathless prayer, was no way. It seemed impossible. But then he looked at her, at the confident curve of her smile, the knowing look that promised both care and conquest. He had trusted her skill before, and the memory of those times made him surrender with a slow, deliberate nod. She mounted her strap on.

She was a master of the tease, her movements agonizingly slow, building a tension that was as much about the public space as it was about their private act. Finally, with a gentle pressure, she guided him to his hands and knees on the balcony couch. The plush material was a stark contrast to the vulnerability he felt.

He felt a gentle pressure, just the very tip, a promise of what was to come. He tensed, certain he could take no more. But she was patient, her movements a study in gradual acceptance. She eased forward, millimeter by millimeter, until the initial resistance gave way to a shocking, full sensation. Deeper and deeper she went, until a smooth, rocking rhythm began to flow between them. The pleasure was immense, a rising tide that drowned out the distant sounds of nature and the fear of being seen. It was just them, the rhythm, and the dizzying height.

Then, she withdrew, leaving him feeling strangely empty. She moved to a balcony chair and sat, patting her lap with a soft, encouraging smile. Understanding dawned. He moved to her, his body now pliant and eager. He positioned himself over her, and this time, the connection was seamless. It slid into place with an easy familiarity that made him gasp.

He began to move, setting his own pace, riding the wave of sensation. He took her deeper into himself than he thought possible until eventually riding the full lenght of her shaft. Each movement a full, complete acceptance. The pleasure built, a coil tightening deep within him, until it suddenly, wonderfully, released. A shudder wracked his body, a powerful, internal climax that left him breathless. He paused for a moment, trembling, only for another, softer wave to ripple through him, and then another. He rode through them, each one a sweet, surrendering release, until he was spent, collapsing against her in the open air, hidden in plain sight.

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Lisa, thank you, you know me so well.

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This one is slightly different. Happened a while ago. Definitely need to circle back to it again.

The union between pain and pleasure, not in an extreme sense, but a perfect blending of the two to keep you on the edge.

Booked an 'extreme edging' session with a BDSM mistress. An hour of total orgasmic bliss.

As I stepped out of the shower she led me to her cross. A crucifixion of pleasure anticipated. No tease needed, she dropped my towel, my erection revealing my eagerness. She walked over to her tool table and came back with lube. A few quick vigorous strokes bring me to a heighten point, stopping just before crossing that threshold of no return.

As she tied me to the cross I knew I was surrendering control. I was in her hands, vulnerable to her will. Once strapped in she continued her quick vigorous strokes followed by short intervals. Each time taking me closer to release, but not crossing that threshold. She kept going, on and on as I squirmed on the cross. Pleasurable torture.

Eventually she release the chains and invited me to lay on her table. She positioned herself comfortably between my legs and we resumed the same treatment, but this time a bit more free to squirm, limited only to the confines of her plinth.

And then things got interesting. With all the vigorous stroking my member got worn out, but still the pleasure of her strokes kept me hard. It took longer to reach the threshold until it became impossible to reach the threshold, but at the same time the pleasure from her strokes got me orgasmic, body convulsing, orgasmic laugher flowing, rolling from edge to edge on her table, convulsions, contortions, no need to stop the stimulation as bridging the threshold no longer possible ... just a continous flow of orgasmic waves convulsing through my body.

Eventually I had to ask her to stop. Neither by body or my member could take any more. I was exhausted, completely satiated. Even though there was no ejaculatuon, I never felt so satisfied before, and such remained with me for weeks after (I also needed a lengthy period for recovery).
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Thank you Mistress Zelda

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