Finally, she is mine.1
I was on my feet, disrobing, but at every chance I got I stole a glance at her form. It was something I had waited quite literally a number of years for, and as such I was more than determined to enjoy the hell out of it.2
Rachel Ashton, a cute little brunette – MY cute little brunette – lay nude on my bed, her arms and legs tight tied to the bedposts. Her flesh was pale, but glowed with the warmth of the candlelight. Her fingers and toes flexed every now and again. It was exactly how I had always imagined it would be.3
I had been fantasizing about this moment for such a long time. My nerves were going out of control, and I began to shake. “Don’t lose your cool,” I thought desperately. It would have helped considerably had I been able to control my libido to the point of at least diverting my eyes. But by that time, as our culture has chosen to word it, I was no longer thinking with my head.4
I took a deep breath, and climbed onto the bed above her. She bit her lip, staring at me with puppy dog eyes. It took all my willpower to take it slowly.5
“I’ve never been bound before, –” she started to say. I quickly clamped my hand on her mouth. I knew she was about to say my name.6
“No no, Rachel,” I said with a smile, “tonight, my name is not yours to speak. You address me as Master.” Unoriginal I know, but I had been dying to say it.7
“Really, I’m having second thoughts about it. I’m just not sure,” she said. Her fear only made her more desirable to me.8
“You need not worry about that, my dear,” I said, leaning down close to her. “I am making the decisions here. All you must do is lay back and let me do the work.”9
Before she could say another word, I pressed my lips against hers. Almost instantly, my entire body burned with the indescribable ecstasy of a fantasy in progress. It was all playing out like I had been imagining it.10
I ran my hands gently along the curves of her torso, one moving up to the chest, the other moving down across her hips. All the time our lips were together as we indulged the taste of one another. Our tongues danced in the whirlwind of inhaled and exhaled breaths.11
My hands were nearly autonomous. I had fantasized about every detail of this encounter to such a degree that I barely had to manage my own movements. All I needed was the passion to guide me.12
My right palm found itself upon her soft breast, and I caressed it eagerly. With each breath her chest rose higher. I could feel her heart beating in my hand.13
The left hand was rubbing up and down her leg. Without even thinking I brought it over to the inside of her thigh, and ran it, barely touching, further and further towards the excited core of her groin.14
Without even a moment’s hesitation, I was inside of her. Her mouth moved away from mine for a moment to gasp for breath. I moved my left hand swiftly up to the small of her back. The fingers of my right hand spread out as they moved to a spot between her shoulder blades.15
Resistance was beyond comprehension. I kissed every inch of her neck and chest, my tongue lapping at her breasts. I had left the fantasy far behind now. The primal urges that draw man and woman together overtook my psyche, enhanced by the fact that she was all mine; she had no escape if I did not allow it.16
On all sides, my hardness within her was pressed down upon. I found such close quarters with her, and far more pleasure than any fantasy could conjure. Oh what sweet wonders could come from the bond of two humans, giving into one another so fully!17
Loudly she moaned, and I could tell the threshold was near for the both of us. Only seconds away, I felt it building up within me. This was it, the culmination of my fantasy, the climax of the strongest desire I had ever known.18
Rachel’s limbs pulled at the straps that bound her, her back arched and stiffened. Her mouth was agape and eyes closed. The fact that I had pleased her only egged me on.19
At long last I felt the rush shoot through me and into her. The pulsating ecstasy caught my breath, and I remained still as could be. I became aware of the candles lit around the room. The shadows and the squeaking bed and the smell of sweat registered and attached themselves to this memory forever.20
“Thank you so much, Master.”21
I smiled, and kissed her deeply once more.22
“Call me Victor.”23
Author notes
My first attempt at erotica. Sorry if it sucks, but what the hell...practice makes perfect 
A contest entry
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Oh, come on. I think you could imagine something better now.
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I never noticed this one before. I would like to read any other erotic stories you have written.
Oh, and I am working on a new one. Based off of a dream I had just last night. -
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Are you shitting me? This is a terrible, terrible story filled with cliches that make me want to inflict bodily harm upon myself just thinking about them. Needless to say, I haven't written any others, and don't have any plans to.
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"But by that time, as our culture has chosen to word it, I was no longer thinking with my head."
nicely written
Wow, that was nice. I didn't see any grammatical errors or typos, which is a nice change from the norm (thank you so much!).
The one confusing part was when you transition from describing his hands to describing his self inside her. For a few sentences I thought you were still talking about his hands, and I was confused.
But hey, that's the only critique that I have. I think the best part about this (by far) is the glimpse into his mind as he forgets about his fantasies and instead focuses on her. Thanks for making him a good guy
Hey, thanks so much for entering, and good luck!!
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"“No no, Rachel,” I said with a smile, “tonight, my name is not yours to speak. You address me as Master.” Unoriginal I know, but I had been dying to say it."
Oh that would be such a dorky thing to say. If a guy ever told me that I would burst out laughing. The end of it "Call me Victor" was quite cute though. I like the way you wrote this without making it sleezey. I'm always impressed to read erotica that doesn't use trashy words. Nicely done. I'm new to erotica myself. No stories, stories are not really my thing, but I do have a few erotic poems. Thanks for sharing. -
Well thanks. I've sort of drifted away from Moonrage lately...it always happens when I try to write a long story. I've got some different ideas for short stories though...a friend of mine convinced me to try out this one.
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that was really good ... the story, i mean - heh. but seriously, a great erotic piece. you put enough relaity into it so that it's not another one of those cliched master/slave bdsm things, and the way you wrote had a lot of sensory appeal and great imagery, too. a very, very good story.
(sorry i haven't been keeping up with moonrage - issues to clear up, depression stifling my urge to read and write and whatnot. i'll try to get back to it as soon as i can) -
Great writing- this is your first try? Seriously, this is great! I'm not really into whips and chains and the kinky stuff, so when I write erotica, I try to keep it original, but still very sexy. When I started this, I was a lil iffy, but in the end, a great write. And a cute little ending never hurts either.
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for having never written erotica, it sure turned me on. but besides the fact, very well paced and well-written with special attention to all senses (your line about suddenly becoming aware of candles and the smell of sweat afterwards is quite interesting, suggesting the "out of this world" disassociated feeling of a really great climax)
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