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November 28, 2006

She Wears Bells In Bed

She quit the belly-dancing class once the novelty wore off, but she kept the jewelry—big ethnic bracelets and anklets that were covered with little brass bells and coins that shook and jangled when she moved. They were supposed to accompany her dance, but she said she just liked them as jewelry. To tell the truth, so did I.

They were too big and noisy for wearing outside, but she wore them around the apartment for fun, and when she got up to answer the phone or get a book I'd hear their little metallic swish and jangle. It was nice, kind of like a perfume for the ears. It was like having a little harem girl.

I liked them so much that one night as we were getting into bed I asked her to put them on. She looked at me funny, then smiled. "Okay," she said. She got out of bed and turned off the lights and I could hear her slipping them on.

I could hear them jungle as she climbed into bed, and the way the sound was muffled when she covered herself. When I pushed up her tee shirt and kissed her tits, the bells on her wrists jangled softly as she ran her fingers through my hair. I pulled the blankets off her and slid down her body and she grabbed onto the headboard, the bells swishing nervously. I started to lick her and she raised her legs. The bells on her ankles were deeper and more musical, more serious.

But it was when I went into her that it was best of all. She wrapped her arms and legs around me and I drove into her like a bull, nailing her to the mattress again and again—and with each thrust she rang, jingled, chimed, and clanged like a bag of treasure or a slave in chains. I could hear the nervous, frenzied shaking above her moans as she got closer and closer, then grabbed my hair and thrust her hips up at me suddenly went still—that trembling, excruciating stillness as ever muscle in her body went tight and she came, one bell on her chiming softly as I speared her deep and stabbed her with pleasure.

And then hysteria, an explosion of sound—the moaning and gasping, jingling and clinking, the banging and creaking of the bed as I rode her hard, riding her like a caparisoned horse, a jewel-bedecked steed, slamming into her with all my strength and exploding into the chiming cacophony of the bells.

Posted by rabbit at November 28, 2006 2:33 AM

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