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She started to protest but I pressed my finger to her lips. “You are doing this for me. These photos are for me alone to see. I don’t want you go through the motions - I want your soul, your spirit, your energy and your sensuality captured. Those things I love most about you are the things I want on film.”
True Story Book Blog
March, 31st.
Leticia asking Jonah for advice on how to give a good blow job. His office.
“Open your mouth.”
Leticia opened her mouth wide, into the shape of an ‘O’.
I traced the tip of my finger around her lips, and then cupped her chin in my hand. She closed her mouth.
“Pleasing a man with your mouth is an essential trait that every submissive must learn, Leticia. It is a fundamental skill – but more than that – understanding how to give such pleasure is intrinsic to your success as a submissive.”
Leticia looked confused – bewildered. I took her hand in mine. “You will never please a man with your mouth by simply going through the motions,” I explained. “That’s not giving pleasure. Merely bobbing your head back and forth is impersonal – mechanical. If that is how you try to please a man, then you cannot hope to succeed. Giving pleasure needs to be instinctive. You need to be aware and alert. You need to understand the messages of the man’s body, the subtle sounds he makes, and the way he responds. Oral sex should never be mechanical, and nor should love-making. Each time you decide to pleasure a man, you need to make that moment unique – because the man will respond differently each time. It is an art, and a skill, Leticia. Not a routine.”
Leticia nodded slow understanding. I kissed her tenderly on the forehead. “Good girl,” I said warmly. “Now, kneel down before me.”
True Story Book Blog
March, 31st.
Jonah finds Leticia pleasuring herself in the shower.
Soft billowing clouds of steam filled the bathroom. I pushed the door quietly closed behind me, and stared for long silent moments at the silhouette behind the smoky glass walls of the shower.
It was Leticia. I could see the fragmented shape of her body. She had her back pressed against the glass, so that I could see the brown skin of her back, and the way her hips flared beneath her narrow waist. I could see the shape of her firm rounded bottom pressed hard against the glass.
I stepped closer to the shower, hypnotized, entranced by the shape of her as the spraying water beat down on her body and silenced the sound of my steps.
I heard her moan.
It was a soft, sensual sound – a sound from somewhere deep in the back of her throat. I paused, stood frozen. The sound came again, this time huskier, more urgent.
Leticia turned her head to the side, threw her head back, and I saw the sudden frantic move of her shoulders.
She was pleasuring herself.
True Story Book Blog
March, 31st.
Jonah tells Leticia to watch them in a mirror.
Leticia wiped her hand across the vanity mirror, sweeping away the mist of steam – and saw me standing behind her.
She flinched, and then gasped. She was naked, and there was still the flush of color across her chest from the orgasm she had given herself in the shower.
“I was watching you,” I said hungrily. “Now I’m going to take you.”
I came up behind Leticia and gripped her shoulders. Her skin was glistening wet. She folded forward across the vanity and I felt the hard urgent need of my own body press at the fabric of my pants.
“Spread your legs,” I said. My voice was raw and insistent.
Leticia obeyed. She shuffled her feet apart and my hand slid down across the cleft of her bottom and then went lower – until I cupped her warm sex within the palm of my hand. Leticia’s legs seemed to buckle at the knees. She gasped. I saw a glimpse of her face reflected in the mirror. Her eyes were closed.
With my free hand I entangled my fingers in the damp tresses of her hair and tugged gently. “No, don’t close your eyes,” I commanded. “Open them and watch. I want you to see your face at the moment I make you come – I want to see how beautiful you look at the instant of rapture.”
True Story Book Blog
March, 31st.
Leticia alone in her office.
“Are you at your desk?”
“Yes,” Leticia said. She was suddenly breathless. I could hear the hectic sound of her ragged panting clearly in the receiver.
“Good,” I crooned soothingly. “Are there many people around?”
“Lots!” Leticia said. “Jonah, it’s a newspaper office. There are always lots of people around.”
“Even better,” I said. There was a smile in my voice that I hope she heard down the end of the line. I was smiling because I was pleased.
I held the phone close to my ear and thrust my other hand deep into the pocket of my pants. I began to pace the room as I instructed Leticia in simple, short sentences. “Sit back in your chair and spread your legs.”
“What?” Leticia’s horror made her voice unnaturally loud.
“Do it,” I said. “And when you have, I want you to take off your panties and then slide your hand down until you can feel the warmth of your sex. I want to know if you are wet.”
There was a sudden loud clatter, and I flinched my head. A moment later I heard Leticia’s apologetic voice. “Sorry,” she whispered. “I dropped the phone.”
I smiled. “That’s okay,” I said “…now drop your panties.”
A Literary Perusal
April, 2nd.
Jonah & Leticia in a hotel bar acting like they don't know each other.
I watched the barman lean close to Leticia and whisper in her ear, then his eyes flicked across the room to me and he smiled mockingly.
I knew the guy. He was a jerk. His game was to hit on all the pretty girls who came for a drink. He figured he was a modern-day Romeo. I set my drink down on the table, and stood slowly.
The barman raised his eyebrows. He gave Leticia a long, smoldering look and then made the kind of gesture that said ‘be my guest’.
I nodded, my expression blank, showing no emotion, but knowing that a silent challenge had been made… and that I had accepted it.
I walked up to the bar, and stood close to Leticia. She glanced at me, turned away, then turned her head back as though taking a second look. I smiled.
“You look amazing,” I said to Leticia. “I know we have never met before, but I have decided that you will come home with me. I want to make love to you. I want to leave you exhausted and satisfied in a tangle of love-twisted sheets. Understand?”
Leticia flinched. Her eyes grew wide. She glanced at the barman, then back at me. “God, yes!” she said softly, and her voice was a sensual sexy purr. “Take me, I’m all yours!”
She held out her hand, and I helped her from the bar stool. We walked arm in arm towards the door. I could hear Leticia giggling softly. At the door I stopped, turned back to the barman and shrugged. The man’s shocked face was pale and blank. I cupped my hand possessively over one of Leticia’s breasts and lead her from the bar. We laughed all the way to the car.
A Literary Perusal
April, 2nd.
A fan's husband asks for advice from Jonah in a coffee shop.
The man’s brow was furrowed with deep concern. He looked haunted. He looked fearful. “I just can’t please my wife in the bedroom,” he confessed. “Can you help me?”
I nodded slowly. The man took a seat at my table, and the expression of relief that spread across his face was almost comical. He leaned forward, rested his elbows on the table and stared at me with expectation. “Do you want to know the background…?” he asked uncertainly.
I shook my head. “No need,” I said. “I know you… because you’re like most men. You don’t understand the basic sexual difference between a man and a woman... and that’s why you are failing your wife.”
Maybe the man was offended. Maybe he felt I was insulting him, but
his face remained impassive, his ego suppressed. He stared at me.
“For men, an orgasm is ‘relief’ I explained. The sexual urge in a man is like a pain that comes, is relieved, and eventually returns. Understand?”
The guy nodded.
“But for women, an orgasm is a ‘release’. And there is a big difference,” I said. “A woman’s desire starts from further away, and it takes longer to be brought to the surface. For many women the urge for sex is a mood that is created. For us men, it is an urge that never quite goes away – it is always there, somewhere in the back of our minds. You’re not doing anything to ‘create’ arousal in your wife, and you’re not working hard enough to inspire that desire. You’re too interested in your own ‘relief’ to concentrate on creating her desire and building it up until it can be released – passionately.”
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