Earthquake Of Desire

There was supposed to be a hurricane yesterday. I felt like I was the only one in Southern California that was looking forward to it. Everyone else was stocking up at Costco, preparing for power outages and leaking roofs. I, though, craved the sound of the rain dancing on the windows and even the wind whooshing outside. The idea of hurricane Hilary didn’t scare me. I experienced one in Australia while studying abroad, and class was cancelled for 2 days. It excited me, but I clearly didn’t want anyone to get hurt. I thought a lot about the possibility of animals or critters getting caught up in a flood, or the detriment caused by the heavy winds expected. The more I thought about a day stuck indoors relaxing with only the slight anxiety of my white, fluffy, puppy princess needing to go out for potty breaks, the more I embraced the lazy, sexy day that inclement weather induced in me.

Rain makes me want to watch movies all day, but it also turns me on. I’m a romantic, and kissing in the rain is of course, wet and wild. I woke up knowing that I wanted to cum several times, but also yearned for some power play. It had to be known. I exclaimed to my partner before we went down to the gym and sauna, “Babe, I think I might want you to tie me up today. Take it slow, and make me beg for it.”

His face lit up and said, “Ooh, yes. As you wish.” One of my favorite movies as a young girl, and still is probably, is The Princess Bride. If you’ve seen it, you can imagine my legs begin to shake just hearing him say those three words, ‘As you wish.’ I kissed him sweetly, fantasizing about him edging me slowly as I lay bound to the bed frame.

When I took the princess for a walk, the warmth hit me and the humidity reminded me of growing up in Lombard. The rain was lightly sprinkling on my umbrella, and we only encountered a few puddles on our bricked path. It was nothing like expected. No crazy wind, no dark stormy clouds, just a beautiful, rainy day.

I was productive and worked on some creative stuff, while watching the water drip from the sky, feeding all my plant babies outside. It made me smile, and I could imagine their happiness bursting from their roots.

It was approaching early afternoon, and I knew I wanted a relaxing evening in front of the TV, drinking wine, so I announced to him from my desk, “Babe, it might be a good time for sexy time!”

He replied from the other room. “Ok, be in there soon.”

I finished my computer task, peed, then took off my clothes and lay on our bed, patiently waiting for his arrival. It had been a while since he tied me up. We’ve been so busy and I’ve been so overwhelmed with life these days. I haven’t felt myself, but this week, I felt a shift. Maybe it was the pressure I kept putting on my content creating work, perhaps it was the financial stress, maybe it was my emotions getting the best of me, but this week, I felt better, lighter, and happy. I wanted to be vulnerable. I wanted to heal. I wanted my orgasm to be long as fuck. I wanted all of it.

When he came in the room, he looked me up and down and smiled. “Your body looks incredible.” I appreciated his words of affirmation and my pussy danced with anticipation.

He shuffled around next to our bed, and returned with the ankle cuffs, putting them on one by one. I watched him take his time, gently placing my foot on his chest as he fastened them tight. Then, he spread my legs so my feet were near the corners of the bed. I felt a flood of warmth grow between them and knew I would be dripping soon. I peered towards the corner of the bedroom, watching the droplets flow slowly down the glass window, romanticizing of the beautiful connection between rain and pleasure. Before I knew it, he was in front of me, holding chains. My legs inched wider as he fastened me down. I felt spread eagle, open, exposed, and beyond horny.

I was elated to see him grab the handcuffs next, craving that relinquish of control, longing for what was to come. I was so hungry for his tongue on me. He placed my cuffed hands above my head, and glided to the space in between my legs, welcoming me in his mouth. His tongue felt cold against my warmth, and I loved it. I moved my legs towards him so the chains tightened, restraining me in a blissful state, arching my back with my hands squeezing the pillow above me. He licked me slow and deep at first with heavy pressure, and I reveled in his touch.

When he backed away, flicking me lightly with his tongue, I quivered and moaned with satisfaction. I knew I was already getting close, but I didn’t want to go just yet. I focused on deeply breathing and watched the rain fall outside in the bright, summer air.

My body was now convulsing with quivers, creating pressure around my ankles with each movement.

“Huntdaddy, may I please cum?” I didn’t want him to say yes. I hoped he read my mind.

“Not yet, baby.” I smiled with admiration as I felt his saliva and my sweetness dripping down onto the bed.

He inserted two fingers and began synchronizing his movements to perfection, leading me closer and closer to climax. He was devouring me and I couldn’t take it. I was yearning for that release, slowly building with each circle and flick of his tongue. His fingers firmly hitting my g spot made the chains rattle as my legs shook uncontrollably.

“May I please cum now, Huntdaddy?” The pleading sound of my voice was exactly how I wanted to feel today, begging for it.

“Not yet, love.” I moaned with discomfort, holding in my orgasm, wishing he said yes, but also enamored that he said no.

My body felt like it was absorbing the humidity outside as I felt my oozing wetness dripping between my legs, down my thighs. My moans grew louder and my breathe quickened. I felt like I was nearing a body explosion. I whimpered in pleasure, trying so hard to follow his command, to stay focused, to not let myself unravel, not yet.

It took everything in my being to hold it in. He looked up at me, and I could see this sparkle in his eyes. It was time.

“Now you may cum, baby.”

On cue, as if it was the beginning of an orchestra performance, my tempo intensified and the cadence between us hummed in unison. I breathed in deeply, and when I exhaled, my orgasm began coming out of me like a fierce melody.

The chains clattered again, and a tingling sensation flushed my entire body, leaving this light pressure dancing on my finger tips and toes. He kept licking me softly as I continued to unwind all the heaviness I’d felt the past few weeks. I tightened my core as the pleasure kept on coming. It was exactly as I wanted, an orgasm that kept going and going, lasting far longer than a minute.

I could feel myself reaching my final peak. I said ‘yes’ in between moans and vibrations, telling him yes, but also myself, even the rain, and everything around me was a resounding yes.

As our connection deepened, an unspoken rhythm emerged, resonating with the very earth beneath us. With every touch, every shared breath, the tension between us grew like a gathering storm. Suddenly, the whole space shook. The building swayed while the hanging decor in our bedroom swung. My sighs became tremors, matching the quakes that now pulsed through the room. The world around us quivered in response, mirroring the seismic intensity of our connection. As my climax surged, waves of pleasure collided with the earthquake's tremors, creating an electric fusion that left us both breathless and connected on a level beyond the physical. In that fleeting moment, we became one with the elements, entangled in a primal dance of pleasure and nature's forces.

My spasms slowed, but my pussy still pulsated. His tongue was taking his last lick, all the way from my bum to the top of my clit. He slurped my juices, kissed me softly, and then his eyes met mine again with that sparkle.

As the earthquake's reverberations faded, its raw power only added to the already magnetizing energy between us. It left an electric charge in the air and an insatiable hunger for the next chapter of our intertwined sexual afternoon.