If I Build It, She Will Come
I’m not used to being tamed.
I’ve been renovating my new house for weeks now. It’s on a gorgeous piece of land, far away from the Covid-infested city. I took a gamble in a foreclosure auction and came out with more room than I knew what to do with. After seeing what I’ve accomplished so far, I suddenly felt like this house was a real life creation of a place I’ve dreamed up before.
I don’t know why, but many pieces I write have a way of coming true. It’s like my fiction stories are a premonition of things to come. Since I started writing for Berlinable, I’ve created this fantastic house of pleasure that’s expanded into a series of sexy adventures. I never knew where those ideas came from, but I had a feeling this was a place where such magic could become reality.
This house reminds me of that series of stories. I saw it clear as day. I even mentioned horses in it and this property came with a stable and a new four-legged friend that roams free in the land out back. I haven’t come up with a name for her yet, but I was immediately in love. She’s a gorgeous country mare. Strong and sweet, but leaves me fun presents in the yard that I have to shovel up daily.
When I wrote those stories, I poured my heart and soul into them. And it was dedicated to a beautiful girl that I’ve never met before. All I could see was her silhouette in every room and I wanted so badly for that fantasy to come true. Maybe this place could be my real life field of dreams. That’s when my renovation frenzy started. In every addition, I saw her there with me, happy and free. I got this crazy notion that maybe if I build it, she will come.
Today, I can finally relax in my new home. Everything is just the way I like from wall to wall. It’s so peaceful today, my mind is flourishing with wondrous ideas. I finally get the chance to daydream uninterrupted and it’s one of the most beautiful feelings in the world.
Suddenly, I hear a knock at the door…
“Hello, is anyone home?”
I hear a woman’s voice faintly through the wall. I walk to the door and open it. There before me stands one of the most gorgeous creatures I’ve ever seen. Sparkling green eyes glinting above a blue mask. Jet black hair done up neatly in a bun. She looked very similar to a character I created in my book, Memoirs of a Madam. Zora…my right hand.
“Hi miss. I’m sorry to bother you. It looks like Bailey got out of her post.”
“That’s your horse?” I ask, a little disheartened. I was kind of planning to keep her.
“Yes, ma’am. I apologize, I’ll keep a closer eye on her from now on.”
“It’s no trouble at all,” I reply, pouting little.
I walk with her to find Bailey and she comes to me before going to the stranger. It startles us both.
“Bailey… come on girl. Let’s leave this nice lady alone. I’m taking you home now.”
Still, the mare resists. She trots in a circle and playfully tries to hide behind me, as if we no longer see her. It’s so adorable and I don’t quite know what to say. I just give the lady a grin and try my best to help.
I whistle to get Bailey’s attention and softly pet her mane. She calms down enough for me to grip her hair so the woman can put a harness on her.
“She took a liking to you,” she laughs.
“Yeah, seems so,” I reply nonchalantly, but inside I’m gleaming.
Bailey is such a playful horse. I don’t know what she is doing at first but she trots in a circle again, winding the rope around me and the woman. We both burst into laughter when we almost knock each other’s heads. The binding gets a little tighter as she keeps moving.
“Well this isn’t awkward at all,” I chuckle.
It takes a moment to wriggle out of the rope. But I won’t lie and say I don’t enjoy it. Our breasts squashed together in the scurry and her hands gripping my waist. The grip kind of turns me on. This time, we both hold the rope so her horse will cooperate.
“There we go,” I say as I finally get a grip on the rope to hand it to her. “I’m all yours…I mean she’s all yours.” I blush at my mistake and she laughs again.
“My name is Valencia,” she says, holding out her hand. “People call me Val for short.”
“I’m Kat, nice to meet you.” I smile, taking her hand while the other holds tight to the rope.
“Hey listen, if you wanna go riding some time…let me know.” Her eyes sparkle like emeralds as she speaks.
“I’d like that, but I don’t have a horse. I just moved here, too. I don’t know where anything is.”
“Bailey seems to like you. She doesn’t ever let anyone ride her but I think she’ll let you.”
I blush again at her comment. Her tone is slightly flirtatious.
“Maybe she’ll let me ride her too,” Val continues. “I could saddle up behind you or something.”
“You’d share her with me?” I ask with a grin, my tone becoming flirtatious.
“Anytime,” she replies.
Our eyes meet and stare for a good long while. Like we’re studying each other. Then, Val takes off her mask to let me see her face. She truly is gorgeous. Cute little pointy nose with lush pink lips. Not a trace of make-up to cover her radiant skin.
“Do you wanna come inside? Maybe have some coffee?”
She nods. After all that trouble getting Bailey, we both let go of the rope and she runs happily back to her playground.
“Can I get mine with a little whiskey?” she smiles. The suggestion almost melts my heart.
“Is Jack okay?”
We go inside and have a drink, immediately lost in conversation. I share some things with her that I don’t usually say to strangers and I feel she does the same. One thing leads to another as the whiskey starts to sink in us both. A light touch of a hand turns into a soft glance. I lean in slowly to kiss her. The coffee and liquor give a sprinkle of country flavor to her sweet wet lips.
I thought she’d find a reason to leave by now, but it’s ongoing. Her kisses are like fire to my veins. Electric sparks of lust consume me as she kisses me deeper. The sweet scent of earth upon us both, meshed with a hint of fading perfume.
We both stand up and start taking off our clothes. I lead the way to the bedroom, leaving a happy trail of garments down the hallway. The house is much larger than my previous place and seems like it takes forever to get to the bed, but the anticipation building with every step is more than worth it.
I lay over the sheets as she crawls on top of me. Her skin feels like smooth marble on my supple form. I trace the length of her arms as we kiss, impressed by her stunning features. Maybe working with horses got her this strong. If I do take her up on going riding, I feel I’m in good hands.
Her grip is so firm. I love how her hands feel on me. Not so delicate or dainty. No long nails to worry about scratching me. Just soft skin with a firm handle.
“Hey, where are you?” she whispers softly while tracing my face.
I didn’t realize I trailed into tangents in my head, and just smile sweetly.
“I’m right here.”
I kiss her and grip her bottom tightly, making her moan in my mouth. The motion presses our pussies together.
“Fuck, your skin is so soft,” she whispers. “Is this what all Asian girls feel like?”
I laugh, not responding to her question. I try to roll her over on her back, but she pins me down with those strong sexy arms of hers.
“Uh uh…” she grins. “Stay down girl.”
Her words make my blood race. I expect it to be in anger, but something about being dominated by a cowgirl really makes me hot.
Her soft lips drag slowly down my neck. I moan softly as she grazes her teeth over my throat. I feel her tongue circle that sensitive dip between my collar bone and slide down my breasts. The sensation has me wriggling, almost like when we were bound together outside.
“You’re so beautiful,” she whispers sexily. “I just want to taste your… everything.”
She lets my arms free and pushes my legs up over my head. I’m pinned all over again, spread out and deliciously exposed. She kisses the backs of my thighs and slowly licks down my valley. I get one more glimpse of those beautiful eyes before they close in concentration.
My head hangs back heavily, feeling her delicate lips press my pussy. The soft pressure surprises me. It’s a contrast to her hard grip. Her tongue slithers up and down my slit, then circles wildly. Every lick is a different sensation.
I hold her hands over my thighs as I lay back. My mouth refuses to close and my eyes refuse to open. I’m lost in my head again, enjoying every wet suction, every firm slide.
I feel my walls tighten inside, my stomach fluttering wildly. My climax peaking around the corner, waiting to burst out of nowhere. Her soft lips press a tender spot on me, forcing sounds out of me that I haven’t heard in years.
“Come for me,” she moans as she licks me harder. “Give me that Kat cum!”
Her lustful words trigger my climax to explode on command. My hips thrust and shiver across her face. Deep pulsing throbs course through my body. I gasp hard as if I just emerged from deep water, fingers trembling.
Val licks slowly up my pussy again, making succulent noises like she just finished a hearty meal. She lets go of my thighs and massages them softly, making her way up my body.
I pull her in for a smoldering kiss, letting her tongue whirl in my mouth, feeding me my own juices. Her pussy feels fevered and soaked on my thigh. The soft hair on her mound, damp in lust.
I try to reach between her legs, but she holds me down again. It heightens my craving to taste her.
“Please, let me touch you.”
The words come out of my mouth with a slight whine. I even notice my feet jitter impatiently beneath me. I am in new territory with myself, as I’m usually on top. Usually the one doing the pinning and the licking.
“You’re not used to being tamed, are you?”
“Tamed?” I scoff. “Who even uses that word in bed?”
“Evidently, I do.”
She looks at me sternly and plays with my lips, pressing her body closer to let me feel her wetness. The teasing motion makes me writhe frantically beneath her.
“I’ll let you touch me if you’re a good girl and be still.”
Her words fill me with heat again, both in lust and vexation. As much as I want to whine and curse, I hold it in and nod demurely.
“Let me up and I’ll show you who’s taming who…”
“Oh really?”
“Really, really…”
She leans down and bites my lip before completely letting go. Instead of rolling her over, I cuff my arms under her thighs and pull her up to my face. I hear her gasp as my tongue slides inside her. I feel her hands scrape over the wall as I twist it from side to side.
“Fuck,” she moans. “What are you doing to me?”
I grip her thighs harder as I swivel my neck inward. I feel her walls tighten around my tongue, her juices flowing over my cheeks. Heat builds rapidly inside her.
Her pussy quivers on my face as her thighs flex. I feel her clit swell right under my nose. The sweet scent of her sex drowns my senses as I bury my tongue deeper, twisting my tongue faster. Clockwise, then counter clockwise.
Her moans stop and she falls silent. She grinds slowly up my face and lets out an aching sound. She screams just as her pussy throbs in sweet release. I hold her thighs even tighter as I lick a hot stripe up her thumping clit.
She’s just about to get up, but I make the same sound she did with me. A wet muffled Uh uh…
My lips clamp to her pulsing clit and I suck on it like a slippery nipple. I feel it swell drastically in my mouth again. I soften my suction as my tongue unleashes devastating whirls. I can feel her knees weaken to the motion as she groans achingly.
We’ll truly see now who’s taming who…
A special thanks to this beautiful girl, who now has two yards to play in.
