Miniature Cosmos
Sefera told her husband that she needed a break from domestic life. She was ready to get back on track with her project, and he had already accomplished what she wanted. They agreed to work together at a bed and breakfast that advertised itself as an artist's retreat.
Friendship allowed them to listen to each other with the best intentions. Sefera took constructive criticism without getting upset, and Yadim provided feedback without trying to take control.
Their first meeting in the studio lasted for four hours, which was the agreed-upon limit.
"A drink?" Yadim suggested.
"I think I'll nap first," Sefera replied.
Sefera took off her painting clothes, revealing fresh paint on her cotton shirt. After changing into her underwear, she checked herself out in the full-length mirror. The bruises and chafing from the 300-mile ride were present, as well as the annual spring freckles.
Sleeping always helped calm Sefera's mind. She decided to stay in this peaceful place instead of dealing with a tense and unpleasant phone conversation at home. She curled up in the easy chair and dozed off. As she drifted deeper into sleep, her mind filled with mixed memories and imagination.
A man undressed her. Initially, his identity changed from moment to moment. Emotions, rather than images, gave her partners their names. One was for guilt, another for anxiety, and the last one was for desire.
Harr was now naked. His erect penis practically filled her hands. Despite the urging of his instructions, Sefera longed for him to be between her legs.
Harr led her head by the back, setting the pace for their encounter. She began to worry when Harr neared climax. Could she swallow what he insisted she swallow? Her heartbeat sped up as the first drops of semen reached her tongue—
Sefera woke up. A surge of adrenaline coursed through her body.
Harr, she thought.
They had first met at her condo. Sefera had just closed on it and everything she owned was either in boxes or leaned against the walls. She still held hopes of a relationship with Harr and hoped showing him where she lived would impress him. They ended up getting intimate on a sheet thrown on top of the bare mattress.
Harr asked Sefera to undress him. He wanted her to unveil him. He was a giant of a man, similar to a linebacker.
Over the years, Harr came to mind frequently, especially during her self-pleasure sessions. She often recalled their first wild, uninhibited encounter, which gave her the loudest and most protracted pleasure of her life.
Harr was talented at giving oral sex, which made her orgasm as he ejaculated into and around her mouth.
After a short break, Harr invited her onto his erect member. Sefera offered him her backside. Harr thrust into her from various positions, behind her, beside her, on top of her, until she was hoarse from crying out.
The encounter continued, much longer than anything Sefera had experienced before. She even considered quitting, but Harr's confident control made her push beyond her limits. They reached their climaxes in a final climactic moment.
Harr's thrusts hammered her ass into the wall. She watched her image in the full-length mirror across the room as his buttocks and arms flexed. His body slapped her clit at the ideal angle and force, causing her to orgasm from all parts of her body. Exhausted, Sefera leaned against the wall, her hands gripping his chest as she came. Harr seemed unstoppable. Jet after jet of come reached depths no other man had reached before.
Their best sexual encounter began with powerful thrusts that moved Sefera's ass against the wall. Her eyes followed the shaking hips and defined muscles of his arms and upper back. Exhausted, Sefera came in unspeakable, all-consuming pleasure—her fingers digging into his chest, sweat appearing on her face, and her vagina spasming around his ejaculations.
One night in Sefera's bedroom, the orgasm didn't quite reach the heights of her previous experiences. However, the vibrator still brought her pleasure. She kicked back in her comfortable chair and thought about her past relationship with Harr. Upon meeting him a few more times, Sefera noticed he expected her to drop everything and comply with his sexual desires as soon as he reached out to her. Harr assured her that, at this moment, he needed four women for sexual gratification. Sefera lacked the experience to understand why his demands made her feel insecure, but she also had enough sense to realise that Harr could take a hike.
"I'll never forget that afternoon," she sighed, "and thank goodness for all the enjoyable memories that have come after that."
Sefera went out for a drink and dinner with Yadim. They shared a gummy candy for dessert. Convinced that relaxing before work would make things easier the next day, Sefera agreed. As they walked past a curio shop, they admired a group of salt-and-pepper shakers in a Toby jug style in the display window.
"What's a Toby jug?" she asked.
"It refers to a style of ceramic pitcher popular in the UK," explained Yadim. "People collect these things."
"They look like the faces drawn on shrunken apples," Sefera replied.
With a weedy buzz from the gummy in his system, Yadim sat down on his sofa. Sefera rested her head against his waist. Their seemingly nonsensical chatter would have mystified a third, heterosexual person. But it resonated with Sefera and Yadim, causing bouts of laughter.
Eventually, the conversation petered out as the THC haze rolled in. Sefera's fingers grazed her nipples, making them stand at attention.
Yadim revealed that she had been fidgeting with her nipples that day.
"Because my back hurts," she stated.
"From the bike? Or from too much computer time?" he questioned.
"Just overdoing it," she answered.
"How about a massage tonight to help you unwind before tomorrow's work?" Yadim suggested.
The idea appealed to Sefera, but she felt hesitant. The last sexual encounter she had with her husband had been less than satisfactory. "Married" shouldn't mean "too married", Sefera said to herself.
"Will they sell massage oil in this town?" she inquired.
"In a little town like this?" Yadim marveled. "You can find at least eight shops specialising in wellness. Any particular scent you wouldn't like? You really can't stand coconut, remember?"
"Lavender would remind me of the scented candles in my bedroom," Sefera commented. "Rose? Vanilla?"
When she nodded, Yadim disappeared to buy the oil.
The following afternoon, Sefera shed her work shirt and stretched out on her stomach. After some small talk about the different massage oils available, Yadim gently massaged her with a mixture of rose and vanilla. Although he admitted he lacked formal training as a masseuse, Sefera enjoyed the effort he was putting in. He began by focusing on her neck and shoulders, and then traced the freckles on her back, heading downwards. Sefera let out a satisfied sigh as he massaged her lower back.
"Could you please focus on my hips?" she requested.
"I'm trying to do my best," he admitted. "But I don't have much experience in this area."
"If it feels good to me, then it's therapeutic," Sefera reassured him. "As long as I'm happy, you're doing a great job."
Sefera lifted the fabric of her leggings to let him touch her legs unobstructed.
"I assumed you'd wear more practical underwear," he teased.
Sefera grinned. After a moment of deliberation, she switched into a pair of lacy underwear while he went off to buy the massage oil.
Yadim's large hands wrapped around her thick thigh, providing her with delightful relief. It was no surprise that after a gruelling bike ride, Sefera felt sore in her legs - the last leg of her journey involved nine difficult climbs over seventy-seven miles.
She asked for more pressure and a deeper massage. A tingle circulated through her body as Yadim approached her backside.
"Would you like to lie on your back?" Yadim suggested.
"If that's more enjoyable for you," Sefera asked.
During a visit to a wellness store, he picked up some rose and vanilla-scented stress-relieving oil. When he returned, he lit a few candles and prepared to give Sefera a proper massage. His hands worked against the tense muscles on her back, making her loosen up naturally.
Sefera's cravings for physical touch grew stronger with every moment, yet she knew that she didn't have a partner to meet those needs. She couldn't ignore her desires any longer. "I need more excitement in my life," she thought. "And I'm so starved for touch...".
"Would you like more pressure on your hips?" Yadim asked.
"Yes, please," Sefera replied.
Sefera smiled as Yadim worked his hands around her thighs, kneading the tight muscles and increasing the tension.
"Sefera enjoyed watching Yadim inspect the freckles on her chest. She loosened her bra, which allowed the cups to sit loosely on her breasts. Yadim focused on her abdominal area. Sefera noticed that he paid attention to the prominent hair around her belly button and lower abdomen, as well as the bushiness within and even beyond her underwear. She spread her legs apart in an attempt to accommodate her full crotch."
"Want to hear about the human potential center I attended a few years ago?" Yadim said, his tone filled with nerves. He carried on without waiting for a response. "A woman and I conversed at breakfast. Zohra. She taught a class she referred to as a guide to intimacy. Picture a woman with dreadlocks, sun-kissed skin, bracelets, and anklets on her wrists, a necklace made of leather, and a lengthy dress crafted from sustainable, eco-friendly materials like hemp. Based on her appearance, she appeared to be approximately twenty to twenty-five years older than Yadim, with a body sculpted by years of yoga practice and daily meditation sessions. She mentioned that merely adhering to a straightforward three-day routine could significantly benefit anyone. Zohra inquired if Yadim was interested in delving into her theories during his downtime. She cautioned that the process was arduous. That's why I'm here, he responded."
Yadim's eyes lingered on the areas males are prone to linger, but he also scanned her tattoos, scars, and legs.
"Do you have any desires?" Sefera asked.
"Just admiring," Yadim replied.
"Declining the invitation?"
"Morality isn't a factor," Yadim stated. "I dislike drama. Any activity we participate in will result in a husband and marriage demands, as well as an overwhelming amount of emotional turmoil."
"Would you consider not disclosing it?"
"That's not in your nature. Your straightforward personality lends you honesty."
They looked at one another.
"Do you want me to leave?" Yadim questioned.
"This is your room, after all," but in a gentle way.
"Do you want to leave?"
"I'll leave when I decide to," Sefera responded.
Yadim continued sharing the details of Zohra's teachings.
Zohra's first lesson took place before sunrise. "She insisted that her students establish initial physical contact with their partner in a natural setting," he explained. "The wilder, the better. Attempt to return to the time you first noticed the other person. Consider the current emotions you experienced during those moments. Share these memories with your partner, creating a shared narrative that spans the early days of your relationship. Disclose the precise moment you recognized your desire for them, the reasons that kept you together in the short term, and the cherished small moments you recalled as you progressed. Offer a heartfelt and genuine account of your inner sentiments. Express your aspirations, needs, fears, dislikes, anxieties, pleasures, and fantasies--without any restrictions. To free yourself from the negative energy stemming from feelings of shame, uncertainty, or lack of self-love surrounding your real, untested self."
Sefera inquired softly, "Did it matter that you and this woman had no relationship history?"
"Yes, I acknowledged that," Yadim responded. "However, Zohra reasoned that we would be learning to bond rather than reinforcing. She acknowledged the process would be different, but believed in the program's potential to make it less difficult for a couple to establish solid habits from the outset. That's how she described it, more poetically."
Sefera remained attentive as Yadim relayed the details of the lessons. The tropical climate provided a welcome respite from the cold weather.
"You were not allowed to hold hands on the first day," he said. "We traveled to a secluded beach, dominated by natural beauty, located along the coast. Dusk persisted well into the night. We walked along the shore, barefoot and conversing, then ventured into the shallow waves. Our aim was to arrive in complete darkness, a condition we achieved. We wandered the area, attempting to lose our way back to the vehicle. The program claimed this ordeal would foster trust and connection. However, my primary concern was the thorny plants, which consumed my focus."
Yadim recounted the remaining aspects of the program.
"On the final night, Zohra led Yadim through a thick forest. The air carried the fragrance of recently felled trees. Workers had essentially cleared out an area that had been effaced by a wildfire.
"Here," Zohra said."
She spread out a sleeping bag on the floor and, while lifting up her dress, her only piece of clothing above her shoes, asked Yadim to undress. He returned with the long kisses Zorah adores, their mouths searching and feeling, but the tempo was slow. Each allowed the other to lead as they tilted their heads and explored with their tongues and nibbled lips and took breaks for breath. Zorah moved the hand caressing her face to one of her small breasts. His soft pinch of her nipple caused a moan.
Their hands explored at the same relaxed speed. When Zorah put a hand between her legs, she said, "On your back."
She stretched her body on top of him and leaned in to speak in his ear. "I intend to enjoy this," she said. They both sighed as she inserted Yadim inside her. When she had taken his entire penis, Zorah rested her body on his. She remained still apart from contracting her vaginal muscles around his throbbing penis. The first stars made an appearance as they lay there.
"I assure you that it will be better if we wait until morning," Zorah whispered in his chest. "But I will join you tonight."
"What do you want?"
"To stay this way for a long time. For you to bathe me in the hot springs back at the center. For us to sleep entangled."
Her plan worked out, but Zorah bathed him, too. Their actions made several guests uncomfortable and they found themselves in a large tub across from an extremely tall woman with an accent. The woman alternated between soaking up the heat and openly watching them touch one another. From the sway of her hips, Yadim guessed she also found pleasure in it.
A random desire about Zorah and the woman together flashed through Zorah's mind as her hand teased his cock. According to her, "The Valkyrie can't join us tomorrow morning, but after lunch--"
Zorah's eyes met the woman's. With a knowing nod at Yadim, Zorah pretended to continue bathing him, but in fact included bobbing up to expose her breasts and rubbing her ass on his groin. The Valkyrie's gaze shifted to Yadim. At Zorah's encouragement, he stood to expose himself. The woman nodded alongside Zorah's strokes of Yadim's erection. A minute later, the Valkyrie let out a sharp gasp and an expression of ecstasy. Yadim and Zorah watched the woman until she, breathless, left, exchanging a few German words with Zorah. She threw them a kiss and headed towards the edge of the tub.
"She thought we might want a third," Zorah told Yadim when the woman was gone. "I responded that on most evenings, yes, but tonight is our first time together."
A few hours of sleep and Zorah and Yadim reenacted their time in the forest in an abbreviated manner before giving in to the intense shared arousal. Zorah kissed her way down Yadim's body. She licked his nipples while stroking him to maximum hardness. Moving downward, she rubbed his penis all over her face and breasts. Yadim gasped as she entered his mouth. Zorah paused after each inch to cover his penis with her tongue or suck him with such force her lips formed around it.
In the stops, Zorah murmured feelings and promises and details of his body that he had never considered appealing or even considered. Yadim, during that time, had no reservations regarding pillow talk. When Zorah said, "I can't wait to drop my femininity on your ravenous mouth," he replied with an Ahh. He also had little to say to "I saved a new position to show you" or "I should inform you, my orgasms can..."
Zorah stood up again, but kept her feet on the floor this time, and her wet pussy settled onto his face. Yadim licked her pussy from bottom to top and then back down again. His tongue darted inside her--eliciting a happy laugh from Zorah--and he explored her labia while holding one of her buttocks in his hand. When she emitted little high-pitched screams, Yadim surrounded her clitoris with his mouth, sucking and licking and sucking, pulling at it, and then ever-more quickly fucking it with his tongue. She breathed yes. She uttered "eat my pussy, darling" and "I'm yours I'm yours," and started begging him to slow down.
"Not quite yet," Zorah said.
Once again, they kissed--her nails digging into his chest, Yadim tugging on her dreadlocks.
"I can taste myself," she said. "How do you think I taste?"
"I want more."
With a smile, she replied, "I am going to give you a compliment that doesn't sound like a compliment. Your oral sex is, let's say, sixty percent as good as a woman's."
Zohra's laughter still echoed as she accepted him back into her mouth. Within seconds, the tip of his penis pressed against her throat's entrance, an unusual experience. She eagerly took him even deeper, eliciting an "Oh my God" from him.
Her innermost desires were aroused by his existence, prompting Zohra to pull her mouth away with a loud slurping sound. "I'll stop," she said, as she leaned in to nibble gently on his neck. "But you're going to come. And I'm going to come. And come and come and come."
Zohra requested that he detail his emotions. Noticing his lack of enthusiasm, she insisted that he reveal what had transpired in the woods and at the beach, just as they had done. She utilized her hands and lips to arouse him more intensely than he had with any other woman. He described the experience as "sexual empathy" – a mutual expression of instinct and interconnection that couldn't be learned but, rather, was inspired by the spiritual connectedness Zohra shared with her students.
"Real closeness enables us to accomplish extraordinary feats," she remarked. "The intimate conversations we had removed our fears, anxieties, and guilt. In this state of complete vulnerability and eagerness, our spirits and bodies are ready to embrace the other. Is our lovemaking a novel experience in any way?"
"Nearly in every way," he responded.
Zohra expressed her affection through tender kisses surrounding his mouth. "We cleared the pathway for this, my love," she said. "Baring ourselves, offering small gifts, sharing lengthy emotional bonds preceded by physical ones – our practice brought us here. Do you want anyone except me?"
"No."
"The woman in the bathtub?"
"No."
"Let us make love now, in its truest sense. When the moment arrives, allow your senses to awaken. I will prepare you for your ecstasy once more."
Zohra lowered her body onto Yadim, crossing her legs on his abdomen. She initiated their intercourse, moving in several subtly different ways. She beamed with delight.
"So gentle," Zohra acknowledged. "I'm opening myself to you. Completely. Energy strands intertwining. Total connection. Here. Grab my hands. Absorb my energy. Perceive your pleasure as I do. Feminist scholar, be my partner as I bestow my entire self."
Zohra redirected her movements. Her initial gentle strokes heightened to frantic action. The bed creaked under Zohra's substantial movements, and she groaned loudly. Yadim clutched the sheets tightly as he attempted to contain his excitement.
"Thank you," she panted between heavy breaths. "Thank you for this."
Zohra then threw her head back as the pleasure overcame her, culminating in a powerful release of her juices over his legs, pelvis, and stomach. Even her gasps diminished before being replaced by coherent words. Yadim had never seen a woman's response to pleasure quite like Zohra's.
"Not every lover provokes this response," she gasped. "Would you like me to clean you?"
"No," Yadim begged, prompting Zohra's face to brighten again.
Zohra's fluids pooled on various parts of Yadim's body. Had any of her students fallen in love with her? she asked. "I inform them that I can't maintain a relationship with a pupil," she explained. "To alleviate their pain, I tell them their feelings toward me are misdirected. I designed the course intended for married couples. It's rare for me to conduct solo lessons, like I'm doing with you. I inform the individual that I've shown them one method to revitalize their partnership with their partner. The yearning they project onto me is the yearning they yearn for with the person they possess, or if that's infeasible, with another spirit."
Yadim's fingers caressed the tender flesh of her inner thigh. With a smile and a subtle head nod, Zohra moved to her back. She placed a pillow under her rear end and extended her legs until her hips were fully spread. There was no need for Yadim to insert himself – his penis naturally gravitated towards her moist vulva.
"Maintain a consistent pace," Zorah whispered. "Yes. Yes. Put in a little more effort. Try again. Go deep, right until the end. Aah. Yes. That's the way. Um. Um. Allow yourself to experience me--don't worry, no self-doubt. I'm yours. Completely yours. For as long as you desire my body. When you're with your loved ones at home--ah, ah, ah--praise their efforts during intimacy, share memories, whisper that you need them and cherish them. Keep sharing--oh! yes, again, in that manner, in that direction, upward like that--keep repeating the kinds of confidences you and I shared on our strolls. There. Oh, oh. Exactly that way. Very gently stroke my clitoris with your thumb. There. Higher. Um, um, perfect, aah--you've achieved perfect synchronization with you thrusting into me, it's incredible, so beautiful."
Zorah laughed as she experienced her peak experience. Yadim's breathing became more rapid. "Keep gazing at me," she requested. Zorah made Yadim endeavour to pass through her muscles. Nearly a minute after she let him in, Yadim unloaded once, twice, and a third time-enormous amounts of semen-before the orgasm crashed over him. Zorah embraced him with laughter. "You're extraordinary," she said as he called her name. "Irritate me, yes, irrigate my sex, share everything you have with me."
Yadim dropped onto the mattress when he had finished. Zorah reached for his hand. "We'll start anew in the shower," she announced.
Sefira smoothed out her blouse to conceal her engorged nipples and pulled the shirt end down to conceal her crotch's response. Sefira said, "Did this truly occur?"
"That's the strange thing," Yadim mentioned. "I have the most precise recollection of the entire affair. I paraphrased her words, but I'm certain of the sequence of events."
Sefira begged off from their afternoon work session and went back to her room. The receding tension of her homelife, while positive, left her with a level of fatigue that was uncommon for her during the daytime. The orgasm, with her hand this time, guided her into sleep.
Sefira worked into the evening. Two big glasses of wine with the carry-out and the noise of rain against the window failed to bring sleep. Through the wall, she heard Yadim's doorway open and close. His steps on the old wooden floor enabled Sefira to trace his movements around the room. She heard the usual sounds associated with getting ready for bed--the jingle of a belt, running water, the click of a lamp. Would Yadim masturbate? Had her physical reaction to the narrative stimulated him? Did it arouse him to talk that way to her? Sefira wove a chain of fantasies around these questions.
She surrendered to the absence of sleep. After slipping into her nightwear, she went to his room. Yadim had once weathered a house fire and never closed a door completely if he could. Sefira's eyes readjusted to the darkness.
When Yadim stirred awake, she whispered her name softly.
"Why can't I fall asleep?" Sefira inquired. "May I join you in the bed?"
A short pause. "I don't wear clothes to bed. Give me a while to--"
Sefira removed her underwear. She removed her T-shirt, and her chest bounced to a halt. She slipped back into the area he had left. Mumbling about his slightly soggy dinner, Yadim fell back to sleep. Sefira embraced him with one of his arms.
They met in the morning to continue their work. The lack of progress frustrated Sefira, until she acceded to the explanation.
Yadim scribbled notes at his desk across the studio. She observed, "Do you want to comment on last night's sleeping arrangements?"
"No comments appear," he replied, still writing.
"I awoke to your sizable erection pressing into my back."
"That occurs whenever I share a bed with an attractive naked woman."
"I wish to converse."
"Regarding my erection?"
Sefira made a face conveying disapproval. "What should I concern myself with? There's something going on. The question is, do we continue or not?" Sefira waited out a longer version of his essay about avoiding drama. "My home life is my problem," she fumed. "Have you changed your mind about married women being off limits?" Before Yadim could respond to the jab, she added, "You don't get to stress about how I acquire what I need or want. I won't tolerate this sexual tension for the next three days. If we're only discussing work, I'm packing everything up."
"What specifically do you expect me to do?"
"Fuck me."
Yadim put down his pen. He devoured Sefira more than he studied her, to the extent she regretted calling him out. But she relaxed when she read him as weighing the implications rather than grading her figure or appearance or messy hair.
Quit second-guessing yourself, she thought. Your frame never lets you down. Give it a boost with optimistic feedback.
I'm preparing myself for the possibility that what might happen could lead to me spending a few days or even weeks in uncertainty, wondering if I'm the one who's wrong in a messy situation. I've had my fair share of troubling times, but lately, I've stopped actively seeking them out. Infidelity situations always top the list of things to avoid.
"You would be having the sex that my husband doesn't have," you tell me.
"There's no romantic or sexual history between us," I reply.
"How were you and Zohra different?" you ask me.
"You point to me," Yadim gazes upwards, just like he does when he's pondering something. "Would you consider trying Zohra's program?"
"I find it complicated," I say.
"There are many people out there for a casual encounter," you suggest.
"I don't want anyone," I say.
"And I don't want a casual encounter. I enjoy the experience."
"Wait three days before having sex?" you ask.
"Haven't you and your husband discussed your sexual desires in great detail? Really delved into them?" When I give you a confused look, you go on, "By understanding what you like, I can make it better for you."
"We're already dealing with things like a couple," I joke.
Despite his cheerful demeanor, Yadim laughed out loud. I squint at him, initially wondering why. Then I realize it's because I'm usually the one poking fun. "It might take a while before we can try Zohra's program," I say.
We make our way to the town's riverwalk, known for its scenic charm. You volunteer to break the ice, speaking about a recent reunion with an ex-. Your frank dialogue about past and recent events, mostly your part, takes me by surprise. Not once did you mention the prospect of reconciliation, and I somehow knew this was the reason for your confession, prompting me to interrupt you. You've barely spoken of your personal life before, let alone in detail or with such intensity. The tears in your eyes touched me, and the fact that no one else could ever share such a humbling experience solidified your sincerity. As we venture back into the main street, you caution me not to be insecure about our conversation.
"I won't judge you," you assure me.
"I understand," I say. "The purpose of these conversations is to bring us closer together. Right?"
"Exactly."
"I feel closer to you now. Thank you for listening and being honest."
"Thank you for doing the same. I actually feel closer to you than I did with Zohra at this point."
"Are you serious about today?" I inquire.
"Separate baths and no chastity from dusk until dawn. I'm not qualified to teach the program, and if I accidentally breach it, I can live with it. However, if I do it on purpose, Zohra will reappear in a flash and be disappointed in me."
We agree to combine the following day's work sessions into one meeting. I wake up feeling something I've missed: anticipation. Our morning walk conversation includes affectionate remarks but remains casual. I tell you, in a roundabout way, that I need to let the previous day's revelations settle inside me.
Upon arriving at the studio, I find a box of candies on my table. "Small gestures, Zohra calls them," you explain. I make a phone call, delaying our afternoon walk. The drizzle that started in the morning continues all day. But my cycling routine has long since made me unbothered by bad weather. You pull on a wool sweater. Aside from a few dog walkers, we have the riverwalk to ourselves.
I ask you for a moment to collect my thoughts. You know how to stay quiet and let me process things, which I'm grateful for. Generally, though, I prefer to share my thoughts rather than dwell on the unspoken, and having shared so much during our phone conversation, my mood lifts quickly. Why trade a pleasant now for negativity from an hour ago? For negativity from the last two years?
"I'm sorry if my head's all over the place. My entire life is a mess," I say.
"No need to apologize," you respond. "Would you like to pass on the touching exercise when we get back?"
"No, I decline," I state firmly. "Could you somehow counteract the negativity I face?"
Yadim's speech about Sefera's virtues went on till they reached a vantage point two miles downriver. What threw Sefera off guard was that Yadim didn't start with her physical features - a common approach from husbands and most men - but instead conveyed the traits and achievements that captivated people towards her. Yadim's laid-back tone dispelled any suspicions Sefera had about being led on but more significantly, it made her feel like he had a well-established view of her qualities, something like a scientific fact from ancient times, comparable to the phases of the moon or reasons why bees adored red roses.
Yadim nested his appreciation for her physical attributes in his words, which hit home. Sefera pulled a face, feigning disbelief about her husband's dwindling interest. Yadim joked about her all-over freckles, while admitting certain fetishes. In the beginning, she laughed or brushed off his compliments. But as the session progressed, his honesty permeated through her. Sefera accepted that Yadim coveted what he called her substantial breasts, her compact athlete's body, and her curvaceous posterior. Sefera reasoned that she wanted genuine sexual desire from a trusted male.
When Yadim finished, he turned towards Sefera. She managed to retain a look that portrayed disbelief - a facial expression with a set jaw and facing eyebrows - and appreciative - with a sweet smile and a fragile stance. It seemed like her defenses were wobbling but they still stood firm.
"Do I need to praise you now?" she quipped.
"No need. I'm confident. Can you disclose a fantasy of yours? I'm trying to understand you more. To omit the experiment phase."
The sound of drops pattering on the early leaves filled the quiet. Sefera rejected the idea of sharing her recurring choices involving being bound head to toe, fulfilling orders to execute a day filled with grueling chores while a partner watched, or a man carrying her into a crowded club and then dancing her into a clammy mess before forcibly engaging in intercourse.
"I'm nothing but meat and potatoes - that's how I see myself," Sefera said.
"Do you wish to be or is it your lifestyle?"
"More the latter. It's my mistake. I comply."
"What might you specify?" Yadim inquired.
Sefera took a deep breath, hoping the action would encourage bravery. "I've had one-night stands. Engaging in sex outside, in a tent included. No women. No group encounters. Not been restricted." She glanced at him. "Never symbolically tied up either."
Sefera was relieved - and disheartened - when Yadim let the comment pass.
They arrived back, drenched to the skin and cold. Sefera suggested discrete showers to prepare for the bonding experience. When she finished, she slipped into Yadim's room and discarded her riding pants and T-shirt as soon as the door closed behind her.
Standing naked before him, Sefera informed, "Now you know up close about my freckles."
They uncovered the blankets and sat cross-legged in front of each other.
"I'll command you to touch," Yadim instructed as he rubbed her knees. "Stroke. Smooth. Massage. Keep your focus on the distinction between your fingers and my body while you familiarize yourself with me. The opportunity for intercourse would entice us towards the future while touching would hold us present. Allow me to bring the contents."
Yadim extracted two thick sheets of black cloth.
"You desire for me to blindfold myself?" Sefera pondered.
"In case you're more comfortable that way."
Sefera settled the cloth over her eyelids. Yadim traced the fringes of Sefera's breasts while she investigated the intricacies of his chest and upper arms. They shifted their focus to his stomach, and Sefera synchronized her breath with the rise and fall of his diaphragm.
Yadim eased forward, pressing her body between his knees. Sefera stretched her legs and swung them around his waist. She elevated her spine when he circled her back, and moaned when he brushed her bottom.
Yadim's penis expanded against her thigh. Sefera visualized him filling the neglected space inside her, causing a shiver to run through her body. Envisioning their sweat mingling stimulated her.
"I can detect your pheromones," Yadim acknowledged.
"Which pheromones?"
"That one."
But the mutual touch adhered to the stipulations outlined by Zohra. Boiling heat emanating from their bodies, higher breathing rates, more extensive response to touch - until Yadim called it quits.
The recommendation called for a continuation of this touching exercise for another fifteen minutes. Sefera clocked only five. "The female who initiated this concept demands too much willpower from me," she admitted.
Yadim said, "Can we conclude the program's timeline while remaining in this bed?"
"No, unless you're expecting a fireball to shoot out of my genitalia."
To get rid of the urge to ring your doorbell. And, as I must obey Zohra's demand for complete honesty, I'll disclose that after hours of contemplation, I took my final opportunity to leave this program.
"Hmm."
"The appeal of your breasts' softness for my hands was too difficult to ignore."
Embarrassed, Sefera said, "It's been a while since I heard such vulgar speech."
"Zohra insists upon complete honesty," he replied in a voice like the Wizard of Oz.
"Would you like a glass of wine at the eatery?"
"Wine gives life's events new meaning."
At their respective homes, they entered their respective rooms. Sefera eased into the bath ordinarily used by the program. The steaming bath softened her lips and nipples. As she glanced below, the pent-up sexual energy enticed her to reach down between her legs, but only for a moment, having been conditioned by early disappointments.
Sefera rejoined Yadim. Her long nightgown slipped off the floor. Yadim directed her towards the window using her butt. Afternoon sunlight tinted her hair with a red hue. Lifting her arms lent perkiness to her breasts. The tiny pink nipples had already become erect. Yadim admired the sun-touched expanse of her front.
"On the third day during the day," Yadim said, "we revisit the touching exercise. This time we're allowed to touch everywhere. Carefully with our hands and fingertips. If you guide me with your breathing and sounds, I'll do my best to infer the intensity of your enjoyment when being touched in certain ways and in certain locations."
"The same goes for you."
They promptly began wrapping their legs around one another's bodies.
"It's like a buffet, and I'm not sure where to start," Yadim panted.
Sefera rubbed her groin against his penis. "It's legal to touch you this way, right? It's gentle enough, right?" She plucked at her crotch. "Your infatuation with my pubic hair is genuine, isn't it? Await my revealing the secrets hidden beneath it."
Yadim stroked the length of the damp crease below it. Once more he explored lower and lower, circling her entryway, messing with the fur below it. Sefera chuckled and asked if liking pubic hair constitutes a kink for him. Yadim proposed she rub her pussy-a term only used sporadically in her experience-against his hand.
Sefera considered her nipples. Yadim played with her breasts gently, never rushing, occasionally rubbing when she asked, and occasionally squeezing. Sefera held his balls in her palm. She fondled his manhood.
As Sefera's restrictions lessened, she ran her teeth against his neck, his chest, the crook of his elbow. Yadim minded her soft breasts. She bent her torso to kiss his feet. Bending forward invited him to play and she groaned as he entertained her.
When Yadim slumped back, Sefera hovered over his pelvis. Once more, she rubbed her pubic hair against him. Closing her eyes, she focused on Yadim's erection as it traveled inside her. He didn't excel with regards to girth or length. Nevertheless, she appreciated the way it throbbed within her. Sefera guided Yadim to the base. Yadim's hands supported her hips. He raised her with his pelvis.
"We fit well together," Sefera murmured.
"You're extremely aroused."
"I was aroused when I arrived."
She laid on top of Yadim. He massaged her back as far as his reach allowed.
Yadim's dick eventually slid out of her. Over time, he assisted her to wear her nightgown. "Wait a few hours before we continue?" Sefera requested. "I'll let you know via text when I'm prepared."
She proposed they walk through the small streets of the village one final time. Sefera's unruly hair blew about. She donned casual attire-pants, boots, scarf, suede jacket-that she regarded as flattering. Here and there, they discussed the program. Sefera employed the conversations to postpone the moment. Frustration ultimately defied her best attempts, prompting Sefera to reveal what she needed to share.
"There's a secret I wish to divulge," she initiated. "I keep the words inside me, and retrieving them may render my message awkward. I'm also apprehensive about your response. I've never found someone deserving of my trust to share this, and I'm terrified."
Yadim sensed the revelation meant more to her than he could fathom. "I'll listen."
There's asexual activity I enjoy. A kink that doesn't work for me in any of my situations. In my marriage, it would be - Sefera waves her hand - submissiveness. I crave this. I think, I'm sure, it would make sex more pleasurable for me. Kissing someone's feet in the morning gave me a craving, a need. A friend once described a feeling to me. They reached a state outside of - outside of everything. A world with no decision-making, no negotiation. Completely giving up control. I want to share that experience with you. But you must be able to forget pretending or forcing it. Fear will make me cautious, and I'll be highly sensitive to insincerity. If what I'm asking is impossible, I'm okay with that.
"Are you considering this today?" Yadim asked.
"Yes. It's a matter of trust."
"Our B&B doesn't have much in the way of BDSM equipment."
"Let's start with baby steps," Sefera said.
"Can you tell me what you want?"
Sefera whispered random sentences into his ear, mimicking her submissive desires.
As she stepped back, looking exposed and sincere, Yadim nodded and handed her a ring. "Put this on your thumb to show you're mine," he said. "We'll go shopping for things needed when you visit me. While you're here, I'll give you chores and instructions."
"I appreciate being put to work."
"Maintain eye contact with the floor."
Sefera obeyed.
Months later, Yadim admitted that he stood in the B&B's foyer, lost on how to maneuver the next few hours. Though he had picked up tidbits of experience over the years, he had no idea how to plan a total encounter from beginning to end.
Yadim knew he had to succeed or at least not mess up. He held one of Sefera's deepest secrets. Her trust meant a lot to him. At the same time, their interaction could impact her sexual life for years. The burden weighed heavy, yet fueled his focus.
Yadim waited with crossed arms. With her eyes on the floor, Sefera stepped into the sunlight for scrutiny. As she slowly raised her head, he observed her legs and seamless traffic of public hair leading to her neck. Yadim found the gold choker she bought to his specifications. He pushed her chin from side to side and approved the untamed look of her hair.
"The dirt on your boots doesn't pass muster," Yadim remarked. "It's important to look presentable. Turn around to remove them."
Sefera unzipped her boots, relishing the sight of her crotch. Would she allow Yadim to touch her? She always blocked her husband's advances.
Yadim started offering directives and mincing poetry.
"Dance for me," he said.
She obeyed, performing little shows.
"Good enough," he said. "I'll let you serve."
Yadim commandeered the room for cleaning, prompting Sefera's immediate folding of his clothes. Next he requested the bed linen replaced. He then sent her to the bathroom to scrub it. Yadim asked her to place items from a bag on his night table. She also opened the wine bottle.
Once in the bathtub, Sefera knelt beside him. Yadim admired her obedience, then dismissed her. While she was gone, he prepared a belt and a strap.
Sefera knelt again, hands brushing the wall. Yadim struck her across her bottom, then across the area below her sex. He changed the tempo, making her anticipate each blow. Yadim then hit her in "strategic" places. Sefera braced herself against the wall in response.
The finale presented itself when the belt hit her vulva. The force made her jump, and she moaned. Swallowing tears, Sefera knelt again, knees wobbling.
"Look at me," Yadim ordered. He seemed displeased, but Sefera remained calm as he ran his fingers over her face. Behind her back, Yadim fastened a belt around her waist, tightening it.
During the touch exercise, Yadim instructed Sefera's actions on his body, as well as her own.
"Now take me into your mouth," Yadim instructed. Sefera followed his orders, filling her mouth with his length, rolling his testicles around in her mouth, and gently kissing his penis. Moving into the all-fours position, Sefera allowed Yadim to guide her vagina to his face while he resumed penetration in her mouth. Yadim grabbed her buttocks - the skin burned - and, holding her in place, used his tongue.
"Hope you remember my command to be explicit?" Yadim asked a short time later.
Sefera heard the threat. "No."
She relished the idea that anyone in the hallway could hear her begging. He instructed her to masturbate above his face. He fingered her anus. These things were not new to her, but the previous experiences of each had occurred long ago. Sefera longed to ask him to fulfill darker fantasies. But if she spoke out of turn, Yadim could inflict any punishment he deemed suitable. No, any punishment he deemed suitable or not. She longed for his disapproval while at the same time hesitated to completely give up control.
"On your knees again," Yadim commanded. "Cross your hands behind your back."
Sefera shivered as he blindfolded her and tied her wrists.
The following slap on her vulva sent a jolt through her. However, at the same time, Sefera felt his hands at a distance. She rested her forehead on the bed sheets. The initial stage of euphoria and elation washed over her.
Sefera moaned as he spread her folds. When his fingers withdrew, she observed him smear her wetness over her inner thighs, perineum, and the lower curve of her buttocks.
In response to his command, she raised her pelvis higher. Yadim's skilled touch and confident strokes brought her clitoris to life.
Sefera's moans announced her advance toward an orgasm. She focused on the energy, just as she'd done numerous times before, but even as she welcomed it, Yadim took away his hand.
"I see you want to rub your pussy against the mattress," he said angrily. "Ass in the air."
Again, Sefera complied with his masturbation of her. This time his touch made her giddy. Elation began to build within the cloud enveloping her. Her thoughts disappeared, replaced by unfiltered, unrestrained passion.
She groaned with disappointment when Yadim stopped again. A moment later, the restraint strap fell away. Her lifeless arms hung at her sides. She closed her eyes against the light as he removed the blindfold.
His command to turn onto her back took too long to register. He pushed her hips, flipping her over. The scent of wine and rose oil and her own body filled the air. Sefera couldn't tell how much time had passed.
"You deserve a treat for enjoying the pleasure I gave you," Yadim said. "Pour a glass of wine. Proceed cautiously. You might feel dizzy. And don't spill."
Yadim stood, remaining close in case she became unsteady. Sefera poured, offered him the glass. He directed her to the edge of the bed. "Rub wine on your lips." Yadim drank off Sefera's lips. "Rub wine on your breasts." Sefera held her breath as he roughly sucked her nipples. "Rub wine on your vagina." His mouth sought every drop, twice, a third time.
She cried out as he continued to eat her. The sensation of impending ecstasy rose once more. Sefera began to surrender herself to it when Yadim's teeth nibbled her thighs.
"Red," she gasped. Yadim stopped. Adopting a different tone, yet still dreamy yet more familiar, Sefera reminisced about potential issues if she returned home with bite marks on certain compromising regions of her body.
"Lie down," Yadim said. "Bring your knees to your chest and place your hands behind your head." A pillow was placed beneath her bottom. "Place your feet on my shoulders. Open yourself to me."
Yadim tapped her vulva. She arched her body, watching. A swollen patch of flesh glistened within her bushes. Sefera's increasing excited breaths encouraged him to increase the force of the slaps. He moved lower. His hand reached her opening. She let out a slurred "wow" that Yadim pretended not to hear, and writhed on the bed. No one had ever spanked her vagina to orgasm. Until confiding her desires to him in town, she had never admitted she wanted to experience pleasure that way.
Her eyes fluttered. It became increasingly challenging to think beyond the sensations along the length of her labia. As a test, she attempted to formulate a word to say. However, whatever word emerged vanished into thin air.
Sefera plunged into a state of consciousness and memory as pure emotion.
She cried out once more from a strong smack on her clitoris. However, her legs spread even further apart. Quiet breaths surrounded the faint moans that responded to each touch. The sexual excitement of hers spanning across her entire life swirled around her, passed over her and through her, making her feel like every sensation she had ever experienced from a lover was felt all at once.
A primal instinct surged out of Sefera’s most basic self. She waited helplessly for the intense wave to come.
Yadim took his hand away.
She sank into an unconscious state that resembled the pre-sleep limbo, but was most definitely different. Her mind desperately tried to understand Yadim's next command. A hand placed on her upper back and another on her butt pushed her to the center of the bed.
Her perception of the room slowly receded as she slid down and down into a weightless state. Liquid warmth caressed her skin and stimulated every nerve. Sefera was suspended in a silent world of green water. Time no longer mattered. Her distant conscious mind sensed a rhythm in the rising and falling intensity of the euphoria as waves in the water. For all she knew, days or weeks had passed.
A soft voice whispered to her. "Return to the surface," it said. "Slowly, slowly. Let your body relax. Rise to the light. You're doing great. Follow my voice."
Sefera's exhausted body lay on the mattress. She was covered in sweat and her damp hair stuck to her forehead. Tears covered her face. Before she could question anything, before she could form a thought, Yadim held her shaking hands.
"Can you hear me?" Yadim asked when she didn't respond to his first question.
"A bit."
He waited. Again, Sefera had no idea how long. The next thing she understood was Yadim covering her with the blanket.
Sefera slept for twenty minutes, or what Yadim informed her. Soothing words and his gentle touch awaited her in the present, a dazed present. Sefera resurfaced ever so slightly, allowing her to ask for water. drink water. More forgotten time. A halting return to thoughts and worldly sensations. Her expression begged him to continue.
"Remember when I mentioned how much I wanted to enjoy you with your ass between my hands?" Yadim said, "On the trail." Sefera rolled over before he could continue and got onto her hands and knees. Yadim ran his hands over the glowing red of her buttocks.
"You're a good girl. Hold onto the headboard."
Sefera gasped as he slid inside her. Yadim grabbed hold of her hips and propelled himself from high on his knees. A smack on her buttocks urged Sefera to beg for his dick, to grunt and moan--and to submit. Yadim hooked the belt around her waist like a bridle. Sefera clenched her elbows fearing Yadim would drill her through the headboard.
The feeling of weightlessness returned. She felt more than saw him inside her.
Yadim paused, not moving until she began to come back. "Turn," he panted. At his instructions, Sefera brought her knees to her chest and hugged them. Her rear rose off the mattress and, wider than she had ever been in her life, she gasped for breath as she anticipated Yadim entering her body. They had discussed the position on one of the walks. What's it called again, he said. "The Wife of Indra," Sefera whispered.
Sefera's body offered no resistance. On every level--conscious, subconscious, animal--she surrendered. Deep inside, Yadim's cock stroked an unexplored area. The angle of his cock brought about strange sensations until the force of his head hitting that area sent jolts of electricity through her.
"Tell me what you're feeling," he said.
"Do that--"
"What are you craving?"
"I want to show it aloud." He agreed. "You're using me like I want to be used, like no one will ever use me. Please, don't stop using me." Yadim's hips moved in a circle, then pounded her. "Uh-uh-uh. You're using me perfectly. I've longed for it so much. So much. Every time your cock slams into me--uh, oh, God--my entire body wants to let go. Please, yes, oh, oh, oh, oh--"
"Loudly," he said.
"I don't, I'm not--"
"Loudly."
The sounds Sefera had always held back shattered the air. Shame brought her hands towards her face. But her resolve won over. She cupped her breasts instead. Above her, Yadim played with his thrusts before going for softer, hitting the sweet spot. "Uh, ah, oh, yes, yes, yes!"
A gasp escaped her lips, "Ooh, I'm..." She paused, suddenly afraid. Nearly there, yet not quite. "Almost. Almost. Almost." The words came repeatedly, as if stuck in her mind. "Ooh."
"Cum."
Her body convulsed upon Yadim's first blast of semen. He emptied himself inside her, just as Harr did, without stopping. But this time, his spurts hit her most sensitive spot. This caused a series of eruptions to occur within her, gradually growing weaker, then intensifying again, continuing this cycle until she gave in to exhaustion.
"Thank you for your generous gift, mentor." Sefera uttered these final words for an extended period.
The next day, Sefera prepared her attire for her first day on the ride. As she checked out, the B&B owner appeared to smother her laughter by focusing intently on her computer screen. Through the window, Sefera witnessed her father loading her luggage and portfolio into his designated car once more. The thought of a mediocre sexual encounter at home loomed over her, causing her to ponder the duration of her trip.
"Return," the proprietor quipped, remaining indifferent.
Yadim emerged with his luggage. They embraced, appearing simply friends with no further connections. However, their true farewells happened earlier, when they made love as equals.
"May riding a bicycle seat be challenging?" Yadim inquired.
"Possibly. Then again, I might reach climax when I encounter bumps. I'm looking to exclude my family from this." Sefera rested her hand on his chest. "I've no guarantee how things will go when I return home."
"No anticipated outcomes."
And then, in a lower tone, "You'll dictate instructions to me?"
"I will. Reflect on discovering the wide range of sexual activities with somebody skilled?"
"Indeed."
Yadim presented her with a box. "A final token."
Sefera removed the lid, perceiving the male side of the world's ugliest salt-and-pepper shakers. "Keep it with you always. Perhaps one day, we'll reunite these."
