Hello again. This is the second chapter to a story submitted over a year ago. The second chapter was complete before I even submitted the first chapter. However, after reading the second chapter, it just didn't seem right. The facts were there, the experiences were true to fact. It just didn't ring true to me somehow. I felt it didn't do any justice to the first chapter. I put the second chapter on the metaphorical shelf and there it has sat until tonight. The story itself is about the power of memories. It also gives light to one of the defining sexual experiences in my adult life.  The darkeyeddemon is absent in this little work. He's ranting about something very graphic and disturbing he wants to commit to paper. Guess I had better let him. He's a real manic bastard, he is. As always, thanks for taking the time to read. 

The Trigger Ch. 02

She returned and sat next to me on the couch, then to my satisfaction she nestled close to me. I could smell her skin and feel the soft warmth of her hair. Something about her touch spoke her need to me. I put my arm around her shoulder and shared in her warmth as the movie started.

"You'll like this movie. It's one of my favorites." She told me. 

The movie opened and we were soon absorbed by it. Nine And A Half Weeks has indeed since become one of my favorite movies. As the sultry nature of the movie progressed, I began to rub my feet against hers. She responded by emitting a light sigh. The submissive grace of her breathing made me very eager to kiss her. I turned to her and we shared a long kiss. 

Her lips met mine with a feeble shyness, and as we kissed I could feel her defenses diminishing. I traced a path up her leg with my toe, and she giggled in response. From this moment forth the movie seemed to last a million years, intriguing as it was. While Joe Cocker sang 'You can leave your hat on', I half-heartedly watched Kim Basinger's enticing strip scene as I slowly moved the fingers of my right hand down her shoulder to the smooth freckled skin of her chest. One delicate inch at a time my hand traced down to the swell of her breasts. 

The anticipation of seeing her bare breasts was becoming barely tolerable. I couldn't wait to feel one of her pert nipples under my tongue. My left hand found the flat of her stomach. I tickled her navel and teased the small ring there as we exchanged a long kiss. As we parted from her kiss, she pulled my mouth back against hers and began to suck my tongue. I palmed one firm breast and squeezed. I could feel her nipples come to life under the thin fabric of her shirt.  

As the movie drew to a close and static overtook the television screen, I was hungrily pulling her t shirt off of her. With her shirt removed, her beautiful firm breasts were given to me to enjoy. I slid off of the couch and came to rest between her legs on the floor. Her hands grappled mine as I kissed and licked her belly button. I lapped at the skin of her stomach, leaving a sticky trail. I licked up to her chest, lapped at the underside of each perfectly curved breast. I palmed her right breast, squeezing the nipple between my fingers as I sucked greedily at the slope of her left. Her breath was a slow heavy rush with each touch of my tongue. Sitting on my knees at her feet, I was gifted with a view of just how beautiful this woman was to me. Her eyes were aglow with a  crystalline quality in the low light of the room. Our hands parted. I placed my left palm on her crotch and let it lie there as I drank in the delicious skin skin of her breasts. I teased her nipple with my tongue, resting it gently against my lips and sucking at it sweetly. I bit the nipple gently, relishing in her response. She inhaled suddenly, held it, and exhaled slowly as she ran her hand through her hair. Her mouth was half open, exposing perfect even white teeth. Her lips had a natural pout to them. 

Every time I saw her like this I wanted to spray that irresistible mouth with cum. The anticipation was growing insanely between us. I removed my palm from her crotch and grabbed both sides of her shorts. She lifted her ass for me, and I painstakingly peeled her shorts away from her. I lingered in the moment, memorizing each inch of skin revealed as I pulled them away. She was wearing sheer black cotton panties. The cut was very narrow, barely covering her sex. Her pubic hair was a dim bulge under her panties. I reached around her waist and pulled her up to her feet. 

She stood over me, not quite knowing what to expect. I bit the seam of her panties and placed both hands on her hips. With a slow solid motion I gingerly tugged at her panties with teeth, pulled them down from the sides. I could smell her sex as I peeled her panties away.  I rubbed my cheek against her soft pubic hair. It had the same warm soft quality as the hair on her head. I relished the sight of her long legs, kissed them as I pulled her panties down past her knees. She lifted one foot, then the other. Her panties landed unceremoniously in a corner of her living room.

Kneeling there before her, my face was just inches from her sex. Old blue eyes was blessed in many ways. One of her many blessings was undeniable to me from here. She had a beautiful pussy. The skin just below her pubic hair was a shade lighter than the rest of her skin. Below there the pale pink skin divided into a preciously formed crease. In the center of the crease was a tiny rise of flesh and the small pink mound of her clitoris. The smell of her sex made me feel distantly drunk. It almost seemed to scream to me. I touched her clitoris with the tip of my right index finger, and slid sown her labia to her sticky candy spot.  I teased her labia for a moment, then slid my finger inside her. 

She met my touch with a loud cry of pleasure. Her eager noises enticed me. I pursed my lips around her clitoris and began to suck. My tongue would slide up and down her sex at random, as if I were kissing her mouth. My free hand gripped the firm skin of her ass. She spread her legs wider and pressed down against me. I pulled her closer as she stood splay legged above me. With each moan from her lips I sucked and kissed at her clitoris more furiously. I began to finger fuck her, timing each penetration with sucking her clitoris. 

She grasped the back of my head with both hands and began to grind her crotch against my face brutally. I was hypnotized by her sex, her hot pussy grinding against my face filming it with musky sex. Her groans grew, interspersed with random yelps and girlish screams. With each thrust of her hips she fucked my face harder. Slowly she was bending at the knees, lack of breath taking the better of her.

 I stood and pushed her back onto the couch. She fell with her legs spread, and her hands found the back of my head once more as I buried my tongue back into her delirious pink slit. I felt her grow tense, then her muscles seem to turn to stone under her skin. Her feet kicked and pushed at the floor, and she pushed my face into her crotch so forcefully I thought I was about to be smothered in the nicest way imaginable. Her movement stopped with a sudden shudder. She yelled a long low cry into the dim room, the cry grew into a long deep exhalation. She started trembling under my touch and finally lie perfectly still. A warm flood of sticky fuck trickled onto my mouth and chin as her orgasm rolled over her and slowly ebbed away.

My knees were aching by now. Her hardwood floor was unforgiving to them. I slowly stood, wincing as my knees protested and popped. I leaned in close to hug her, and she surprised me by nailing me with a deep tongue kiss. She sucked and licked at my chin, kissing my cheeks and smearing her sex between us. Her hand was on my crotch. My cock was throbbing painfully. The feel of her touch there was welcome relief. 

She un buckled my belt and opened the buttons of my faded button fly blues. Moments later my pants and underwear were around my feet as she inhaled my cock like a woman possessed. She drove down on my cock and sucked with great pressure as she pulled my cock from her mouth. With each rapid slide down the length of my cock she grunted and moaned in pleasure. Each time she would pull my cock out she would suck with even greater force. One of her hands cupped my balls and squeezed gently as she consumed my cock. 

The buildup was soon more than I could withstand. I pulled away from her and kicked my pants and underwear away.  She stood and turned her back to me, bending over and presenting her perfect pink sex flower to me. I reveled in the view for a brief moment. Her pussy was a slick pink crease, aching to be touched again. I ground the head of my cock against her pussy, and with a thrust of my hips pushed forward, slightly upward, and slid inside her. She met my cock with an immediate feminine wail. She gripped the back of the couch and spread her legs a bit wider. I grasped both cheeks of her ass and began ramming her pussy ruthlessly. Our height benefited both of us. I was standing almost perfectly upright. I could see my cock parting her swollen pussy, see a sticky sheen of sex clinging to my cock as I withdrew. Her head was down, pushed hard against the cushions. Each time my cock slid inside her she would wail and cry in pleasure.

 I felt a warm stinging heat in the head of my cock as I fucked her. The sensation grew, building to a sensory hum I felt through every inch of my skin. It was like a small warhead had detonated in the head of my cock, and the radiation was filtering its way through the rest of my body. With each thrust the sensation grew stronger. There was a low dull ache deep in my balls. Each push inside her became an exercise in agony as my orgasm mounted and grew. Finally the sensation became whole, my knees locked and my legs began to shiver uncontrollably. She pushed hard back against me, her pussy devouring my cock entirely as I came in an explosive rush of breath. It felt as if I were draining every drop of my blood through my cock. The force of the ejaculation was nearly enough to bring me to the floor. A thin rivulet of cum crept around the shaft of my cock and dripped down on to the hardwood floor. 

I stood there stunned, trying to catch my breath. My vision blurred before my eyes. She was speaking lost words to me, my senses overran and my heart racing. With an immense effort, I tensed my legs and slowly withdrew my cock from her. Pulling out of her warm slippery sex was like dragging fish hooks through my skin. I stepped forward and fell onto my side into the soft comfort of her couch. She stood, turned around and sat next to me. Her hand lay on my chest. I could see her fingers dance on my skin as my heart pounded. I rested my head on her shoulder. We both lie there breathing heavily, slowly recovering our strength. 

When we felt we could stand we made our way to her bedroom without speaking a word. Moments later we were lying holding one another under a layer of thick blankets. The last thing I remembered as we slid off into slow deep oblivion was the faint scent of her perfume clinging in her hair. Not only had she blessed me with a moment of closeness I will always remember, she blessed me with a means to remember our night together in vivid detail. 

Kind of makes you wonder, what else lies there in my memory, waiting to be triggered? 

Fade To Black