Posted by Vesperae on July 7, 2009, 3:02 am, in reply to "Text"
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Originally posted to the main forum July 15, 2006. "Lovers" By Marcus & M G F (Marcus' Girlfriend) I have two lovers. One, my body accepted gladly, eagerly, with desire. The other, it tried to reject; but I forced its advances upon myself. Now, my body demands that I bed this dark mistress. Working together to satisfy my needs, they are demanding lovers who make their desires known. Sometimes it is subtle. Sometimes it is as the crack of a whip. Always, I comply. The leather one wears matches the color of her lungs. The strap she uses is as strong as the grip of the lover we share. I will let two men take my body. One I forced my body to accept. Now my body forces me to let him take me as often as he wishes. I don’t mind. He is my lover. The other my body takes whenever I wish. His needs are great, but he knows I can satisfy them in ways his dark mistress cannot. He knows his strength and uses it, but I welcome it. He can take my pleasures as very few can. When she fills his lungs, I will have my due. Our bodies are intertwined. I fill my lungs with smoke and let it linger as I push him away from me. I am with my other man, letting him fill me and leave his signature deep within my body; and the man between my legs must watch his lovers as they play. He reaches for his mistress, but I won’t let him have her. Not yet. If he wants the lover we share, he will have to take it from me. I feel him rise a little more as I let my other man escape from my chest before filling my lungs again. I watch as she takes him into her. Watch as they make love before me. Our lover is deep within her where I ought to be. I force her into my arms and her mouth upon mine. His arms wrapped around me, I push our lover into his lungs, and I feel his chest expand against my breast. He does not release me as I draw his mistress and my dark lover into me again. His arms are tight and I struggle to fill my lungs, but I do fill them and force him to release me as my chest expands with the lover we share. He is mine, now, and as I hold my man under me, I know that I am ready. Her mouth closes on mine and I feel her release my mistress, forcing her into my lungs. I rise with his chest as I fill his lungs and slowly slide down to his waist. I will let him take me, but only on my terms, just as we take the lover we share on its terms. I forced that lover upon me, made my body let it take control. I will let my man take me now, but he will not have control. Both my lovers fill me now. We delight in each other’s presence. We sit together in bed, our chests rising and falling rapidly, holding each other, our legs overlapping, and again welcome the lover we share.