Friday, December 28, 2007
Thursday, December 20, 2007
Lunch Date
You appeared as if from thin air in the door way. "How-what are you doing here?" I stammer as I stand.
You smile. I am wary of the mischievous look in your eyes. I vow not to let my guard down, to stay alert. "I told Marie," my boss, "we are going for lunch."
I look at the clock, noon, I can make no excuses. I hear the door click shut as I stare the numbers. I lift my gaze, mouth open to protest. You shake your head., a warning in your eyes as you comes around the desk.
You wrap your arms around my body, pulling me to yours. My belly pressed to your hips, my soft breasts squeezed into your hard chest, the flat of your stomach. Your mouth equally unyielding to my mouth. I mould myself around you, giving to your demands. My mouth opening for your tongue, then changing temperature to match yours.
Strong hands open over my body. You drag roughly over cloth, pulling the underlying skin, my breasts. My nipples come to attention under the scratch of clothes against them. And, then they are left cold, without satisfaction of skin-to-skin or mouth or tongue.
Your hands move down my sides not feeling the curves under, but searching for a goal. I can feel the crinkle of clothes as you curl your fingers around the hem of my skirt. You pull it upward, slowly waiting for me to register the shock of impropriety.
It comes to my attention that we are in my office and my door is merely closed. I break the kiss, pushing at your hands with mine. "Not here," I hiss.
There is a knowing look on your face. "I won't grope you here if you take off your panties now."
I sigh impatiently. I want to argue ground rules. I slide into my chair and wiggle a hot pink thong off. You takes them and stuff them in your pocket with a grin. "Let's go."
I stand once more beside you. You puts a hand on the small of my back, warming me there, and propel me forward. Out the door into the elevator. Thankfully there are others in the elevator or I know I would withstand more languid kisses and hot hands on my body. And your kisses are difficult to say no too. I look at you, almost expressionless standing beside me, hand still on my back. Possessive. I can't say no anyway to you, even without the hot kisses. I want so much to see you happy.
"Where are we going for lunch?" I ask as you move me across the parking lot.
"You'll see." You take the keys from my hand and unlock my car. You press me into the passenger seat and then get into the driver's door and start the car. I frown a little, watching you behind the wheel, as if for the first time. It's not the first, but it's rare. And it's hot. I reach over and put my hand on your thigh, slowly sliding it up. My fingers soft, I caress the bulge between your legs.
"I like when you take command. I like watching you drive." My voice is a husky purr.
No reply, no expression change. I sigh and let my hand remain in place, looking out the window as you weave through traffic, trying to gain a clue as to where we are headed.
Your place. You park the car and before I can move are around the car, opening my door. I get out one leg at a time, your hand is on my back again, as if you are worried I'm going to run. Even if I wanted to I have no purse, and no keys. I'm your willing prisoner. I look at you again, with a smile, a warm feeling spreading through my chest.
Inside you press me to the wall, kissing me hard. Your tongue pressing inside of me, moving in long hard strokes. I moan, holding my hands up in acquiescence. Take me, take me, my heart beats. My body arches against yours, trying to get more attention. You're concentration is on impaling my mouth.
I find my hands shaking as I work the buttons on my blouse. Shrugging it off my shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. Contorting my arms so I can unsnap my bra. You pull me away from the wall, your lips on my neck and shoulders, moving me backwards. I stumble unsure of myself into your bedroom, you push me down onto the bed.
I flail, fear rushing through my body as I fall. And then a whoosh of relief as I land softly. I pull my loose bra off my arms and toss it off the bed, my eyes on you. You're watching my chest as it heaves, while you strip your shirt and pants off quickly. It looks like one quick motion. I let my eyes roam your naked body, your cock standing at ready.
I start to turn to pull my skirt off but you startle me by speaking. "No! Just pull your skirt up." I know you were planning that, by the look in your eyes, tone of your voice. I edge up on the bed first, laying my head on one of your pillows. It smells of you and I want to rub my face in it. But, your looming body over the bed is more pressing. I pull my skirt up, exposing my pussy for you, spreading my legs wider, inviting you in.
Your body joins me on the bed, your hand sliding between my legs. Your mouth bends to take a nipple into your mouth, sucking hard until I whimper and arch. Through damp curls your hand crawls searching for the heat buried within. Fingers part the tender outer lips, pressing against the nub of my clit. My muscles tense even more, as your calculated touches tease. Just enough to get me going, not enough to get me off. You know exactly how to tease or how to make me come quickly.
I am caught up in the desire, my body twisting and arching wanting to come. But, you don't take me there. I beg, but you deny me the pleasure.
Then suddenly your body is over mine, your cock driving into me. My pussy hugs you, pulling you in tighter. My body screams with joy as you drive into me. I met each thrust with my body, begging for more.
I shiver, your breath on my ear. "Come for me my little slut." Your hand snakes between our bodies, your finger rubbing my clit. My body out of control as it bows to the orgasm. I am shuddering uncontrollably inside and out as you continue to push deeper. And then I feel your body matching mine, trembling, the hardness of your body melting as you come.
You recover quickly, pushing away from me. You disappear, reappearing with my shirt. I sit up ready to take it from you. You wrap it around me, buttoning the front.
"That was a nice lunch. We'll stop and get you something to eat on the way back. I'm afraid there's not much time left on your break."
I smile and shrug. "It was nice anyway. I just need to go clean up."
You shake your head and then the full scope of your plan comes into view. You get me a sandwich at a drive through and then drop me back at the office. You walk me in and sit me at my desk. Pulling my skirt up so I am bare assed against the chair, dripping come onto it.
You kiss my cheek and say in a low voice, "You can get your panties and bra back after work. I'll be waiting for you." And then before I can recover you are gone.
Marie is walking by as you leave. She smiles and says hi and then peeks into my office. I pray I'm not blushing. "Wow, good lunch?"
I squirm in my chair, the material rough on my bare skin. "It was a great lunch." My inner thighs feel sticky and damp. Really great lunch.
You smile. I am wary of the mischievous look in your eyes. I vow not to let my guard down, to stay alert. "I told Marie," my boss, "we are going for lunch."
I look at the clock, noon, I can make no excuses. I hear the door click shut as I stare the numbers. I lift my gaze, mouth open to protest. You shake your head., a warning in your eyes as you comes around the desk.
You wrap your arms around my body, pulling me to yours. My belly pressed to your hips, my soft breasts squeezed into your hard chest, the flat of your stomach. Your mouth equally unyielding to my mouth. I mould myself around you, giving to your demands. My mouth opening for your tongue, then changing temperature to match yours.
Strong hands open over my body. You drag roughly over cloth, pulling the underlying skin, my breasts. My nipples come to attention under the scratch of clothes against them. And, then they are left cold, without satisfaction of skin-to-skin or mouth or tongue.
Your hands move down my sides not feeling the curves under, but searching for a goal. I can feel the crinkle of clothes as you curl your fingers around the hem of my skirt. You pull it upward, slowly waiting for me to register the shock of impropriety.
It comes to my attention that we are in my office and my door is merely closed. I break the kiss, pushing at your hands with mine. "Not here," I hiss.
There is a knowing look on your face. "I won't grope you here if you take off your panties now."
I sigh impatiently. I want to argue ground rules. I slide into my chair and wiggle a hot pink thong off. You takes them and stuff them in your pocket with a grin. "Let's go."
I stand once more beside you. You puts a hand on the small of my back, warming me there, and propel me forward. Out the door into the elevator. Thankfully there are others in the elevator or I know I would withstand more languid kisses and hot hands on my body. And your kisses are difficult to say no too. I look at you, almost expressionless standing beside me, hand still on my back. Possessive. I can't say no anyway to you, even without the hot kisses. I want so much to see you happy.
"Where are we going for lunch?" I ask as you move me across the parking lot.
"You'll see." You take the keys from my hand and unlock my car. You press me into the passenger seat and then get into the driver's door and start the car. I frown a little, watching you behind the wheel, as if for the first time. It's not the first, but it's rare. And it's hot. I reach over and put my hand on your thigh, slowly sliding it up. My fingers soft, I caress the bulge between your legs.
"I like when you take command. I like watching you drive." My voice is a husky purr.
No reply, no expression change. I sigh and let my hand remain in place, looking out the window as you weave through traffic, trying to gain a clue as to where we are headed.
Your place. You park the car and before I can move are around the car, opening my door. I get out one leg at a time, your hand is on my back again, as if you are worried I'm going to run. Even if I wanted to I have no purse, and no keys. I'm your willing prisoner. I look at you again, with a smile, a warm feeling spreading through my chest.
Inside you press me to the wall, kissing me hard. Your tongue pressing inside of me, moving in long hard strokes. I moan, holding my hands up in acquiescence. Take me, take me, my heart beats. My body arches against yours, trying to get more attention. You're concentration is on impaling my mouth.
I find my hands shaking as I work the buttons on my blouse. Shrugging it off my shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. Contorting my arms so I can unsnap my bra. You pull me away from the wall, your lips on my neck and shoulders, moving me backwards. I stumble unsure of myself into your bedroom, you push me down onto the bed.
I flail, fear rushing through my body as I fall. And then a whoosh of relief as I land softly. I pull my loose bra off my arms and toss it off the bed, my eyes on you. You're watching my chest as it heaves, while you strip your shirt and pants off quickly. It looks like one quick motion. I let my eyes roam your naked body, your cock standing at ready.
I start to turn to pull my skirt off but you startle me by speaking. "No! Just pull your skirt up." I know you were planning that, by the look in your eyes, tone of your voice. I edge up on the bed first, laying my head on one of your pillows. It smells of you and I want to rub my face in it. But, your looming body over the bed is more pressing. I pull my skirt up, exposing my pussy for you, spreading my legs wider, inviting you in.
Your body joins me on the bed, your hand sliding between my legs. Your mouth bends to take a nipple into your mouth, sucking hard until I whimper and arch. Through damp curls your hand crawls searching for the heat buried within. Fingers part the tender outer lips, pressing against the nub of my clit. My muscles tense even more, as your calculated touches tease. Just enough to get me going, not enough to get me off. You know exactly how to tease or how to make me come quickly.
I am caught up in the desire, my body twisting and arching wanting to come. But, you don't take me there. I beg, but you deny me the pleasure.
Then suddenly your body is over mine, your cock driving into me. My pussy hugs you, pulling you in tighter. My body screams with joy as you drive into me. I met each thrust with my body, begging for more.
I shiver, your breath on my ear. "Come for me my little slut." Your hand snakes between our bodies, your finger rubbing my clit. My body out of control as it bows to the orgasm. I am shuddering uncontrollably inside and out as you continue to push deeper. And then I feel your body matching mine, trembling, the hardness of your body melting as you come.
You recover quickly, pushing away from me. You disappear, reappearing with my shirt. I sit up ready to take it from you. You wrap it around me, buttoning the front.
"That was a nice lunch. We'll stop and get you something to eat on the way back. I'm afraid there's not much time left on your break."
I smile and shrug. "It was nice anyway. I just need to go clean up."
You shake your head and then the full scope of your plan comes into view. You get me a sandwich at a drive through and then drop me back at the office. You walk me in and sit me at my desk. Pulling my skirt up so I am bare assed against the chair, dripping come onto it.
You kiss my cheek and say in a low voice, "You can get your panties and bra back after work. I'll be waiting for you." And then before I can recover you are gone.
Marie is walking by as you leave. She smiles and says hi and then peeks into my office. I pray I'm not blushing. "Wow, good lunch?"
I squirm in my chair, the material rough on my bare skin. "It was a great lunch." My inner thighs feel sticky and damp. Really great lunch.
Tuesday, December 11, 2007
Holiday Cheer
I have at least two stories planned for this blog. But I haven't even started them.
Reasons why I haven't been writing smut:
1) I'm not getting any. My SO someone screwed up his neck which has led to spasming back. So, he hasn't really been in the mood.
2) Schoolwork. I took a lot of time off in Nov for NaNoWriMo and I'm nearly done my last course, so that's taken priority.
3) It's winter. Winter here in the frozen tundra of Canada means layers, flannel and shivering. None of these things is particularly sexy and sitting at the computer freezing doesn't really turn me on.
4) Wory. My practicum starts in January and there's a lot to do.
5) Christmas. I have barely started my shopping for this year. And I have presents to send yet. BAD DIRTY GIRl.
So, please send your spankings to dirtywritinggirl@gmail.com
Reasons why I haven't been writing smut:
1) I'm not getting any. My SO someone screwed up his neck which has led to spasming back. So, he hasn't really been in the mood.
2) Schoolwork. I took a lot of time off in Nov for NaNoWriMo and I'm nearly done my last course, so that's taken priority.
3) It's winter. Winter here in the frozen tundra of Canada means layers, flannel and shivering. None of these things is particularly sexy and sitting at the computer freezing doesn't really turn me on.
4) Wory. My practicum starts in January and there's a lot to do.
5) Christmas. I have barely started my shopping for this year. And I have presents to send yet. BAD DIRTY GIRl.
So, please send your spankings to dirtywritinggirl@gmail.com
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
Sugasm #107
The best of this week’s blogs by the bloggers who blog them. Highlighting the top 3 posts as chosen by Sugasm participants. Want in Sugasm #108? Submit a link to your best post of the week using this form. Participants, repost the link list within a week and you’re all set.
This Week’s Picks
Half-Nekkid Blow Job
” We could hear people walking past and talking so they’d be able to hear us as well.”
Masturbation on a Memory
“I let the first time I had sex with your flash back though my mind.”
Reality Check: Handling Long Calls
“While I get my share of quick cummer calls I have several clients that like to talk for hours.”
Mr. Sugasm Himself
Christian Friis
Editor’s Choice
A Non-Monogamy Lexicon
See also: Fleshbot’s Sex Blog Roundup each Tuesday and Friday.
Erotic Writing and Experiences Bad Girl
The Driving Lesson
The First Date part one
Flirt
Late Meeting
Night Call
Over the tub
Saturday night special
Sweet Dreams
Sex Advice
Bringing It Up Gracefully
I Don’t Need Porn, I Get Real Sex!
Prince Albert for thanksgiving
NSFW Pics & Videos
Aria Giovanni sexy video
Catalina loves her New Black Silk Corset and Boots
Pornsaint Popwhore
WebMistress Feature Gallery: Flirting with the Camera
BDSM & Fetish
Big Fun in a Small Space
Double Dip Part 2
I don’t chase
Ideas of my own.
My Reformatory Birching
The Perfect Implement of Pain
Rope as a tool for Intimacy
She Came In Wearing A Corset, Stockings, And A Smile
YouPorn, MePorn
Sex News & Reviews
Fetish Film - Julie Simone’s Diary Of A Submissive (Bondage, Spanking, Femdom)
Five Sips of Darkness
Special Discount for Our Naughty Friends!
Sex Poetry
Tulips… His lips… Her lips…
Thoughts on Sex and Relationships
Me and My Vagina
Oh..oh…oh! My orgasm- A User’s Guide.
On Self Image and Confidence
An orgasm faker wannabe
Relationship Rules
Retail Therapy
Monday, November 19, 2007
Over the tub
I forgot what I had been doing on my knees in the bathroom. The shadow looming over me made me forget. I arched my back and looked upward.
"Take off your panties and put your hands on the side of the tub."
Frowning, I started pulling my skirt up and removing my thong from under my skirt. My body reacting to the tone of voice with desire, wetness.
I put my hands on the tub spread apart, ready to brace myself.
Warm body bent down behind me. Fingers sliding along my inner thigh, upward, probing the damp folds. Rubbing, testing.
Then they withdrew. Replaced by a hard cock. Suddenly, pushed inside me. I gasp.
Thrusting, slowly at first. My moans and restless movements filling the small room.
Hands moving around my body. Grabbing my chest, pinching my nipples lightly through the thin material of my shirt.
I put my weight to one hand, unsnapping my bra quickly and pulling my shirt up, revealing my breasts.
Harder, faster thrusts. I spread my hands further apart, my body bending closer to the tub.
Hands grip my breasts, pulling hard on the nipples.
A sudden moan from behind, body stiffening and slowing thrusts.
An even more sudden retreat.
I'm left holding the tub, panting and dripping.
"Take off your panties and put your hands on the side of the tub."
Frowning, I started pulling my skirt up and removing my thong from under my skirt. My body reacting to the tone of voice with desire, wetness.
I put my hands on the tub spread apart, ready to brace myself.
Warm body bent down behind me. Fingers sliding along my inner thigh, upward, probing the damp folds. Rubbing, testing.
Then they withdrew. Replaced by a hard cock. Suddenly, pushed inside me. I gasp.
Thrusting, slowly at first. My moans and restless movements filling the small room.
Hands moving around my body. Grabbing my chest, pinching my nipples lightly through the thin material of my shirt.
I put my weight to one hand, unsnapping my bra quickly and pulling my shirt up, revealing my breasts.
Harder, faster thrusts. I spread my hands further apart, my body bending closer to the tub.
Hands grip my breasts, pulling hard on the nipples.
A sudden moan from behind, body stiffening and slowing thrusts.
An even more sudden retreat.
I'm left holding the tub, panting and dripping.
Sunday, November 18, 2007
NaNoWriMo Exerpt #2
"And you're going to shave me down there?"
"Your pussy. Say it Lucy."
She shook her head. He went to the bathroom and got a towel. He laid it out on the bed and then pulled her over to him. He took off her shirt and then her jeans. He left her wearing her bra, but her panties went. He laid her back on the bed, with pillows propped up under her head.
"Say the word Lucy," he demanded again, as he sprayed some shaving cream into his hand.
She blushed and laid back as he laid his hand against her pubic hair. He rubbed the cream around and then added some more. "I can't."
"You can. This is pretty erotic isn't it?"
"Very," she said as a moan, his hands rubbing around her sensitive areas. He looked at her face and found her biting her bottom lip.
He unwrapped a razor from the packaging and stood over her. "You need to be very still, I don't want to nick you."
She nodded, looking very worried.
"Do you trust me to do this?"
"Mac, would I be laying here if I didn't trust you."
He smiled and wanted to kiss her right then. But instead he knelt at the end of the bed and carefully put the razor to her lips.
He did a few strokes, rinsing in a bowl of water he sat on the floor next to him. He lifted his head. "Lucy?"
"yeah?"
"Say the word Lucy."
He could see her make a face. "Pussy."
He grinned and bent his head again. 30 or so minutes later, he wasn't watching the clock, Miss Lucy had a hair free pubic area. He stroked it, feeling the velvety skin. Once had rinsed the area he bent and kissed it. "How do you feel?" he asked, standing up getting ready to clean up his tools.
"Bare. And I don't just mean bare skin. It's incredibly personal experience to watch someone with their face between your legs for that long. Touching you intimately."
"Their face in your pussy you mean." He thought about licking that velvet skin, he thought about sliding his cock against the bare lips, inside her. That velvet caress him. God, he was getting weak with wanting her. And hard.
"Yes, face in my pussy."
"You know what I'd like in your pussy now?" They were standing in the bathroom now. Cleaning up the room a little.
She pressed her hand to his crotch, dragging it slowly up the length of his manhood. "I can guess."
"Your pussy. Say it Lucy."
She shook her head. He went to the bathroom and got a towel. He laid it out on the bed and then pulled her over to him. He took off her shirt and then her jeans. He left her wearing her bra, but her panties went. He laid her back on the bed, with pillows propped up under her head.
"Say the word Lucy," he demanded again, as he sprayed some shaving cream into his hand.
She blushed and laid back as he laid his hand against her pubic hair. He rubbed the cream around and then added some more. "I can't."
"You can. This is pretty erotic isn't it?"
"Very," she said as a moan, his hands rubbing around her sensitive areas. He looked at her face and found her biting her bottom lip.
He unwrapped a razor from the packaging and stood over her. "You need to be very still, I don't want to nick you."
She nodded, looking very worried.
"Do you trust me to do this?"
"Mac, would I be laying here if I didn't trust you."
He smiled and wanted to kiss her right then. But instead he knelt at the end of the bed and carefully put the razor to her lips.
He did a few strokes, rinsing in a bowl of water he sat on the floor next to him. He lifted his head. "Lucy?"
"yeah?"
"Say the word Lucy."
He could see her make a face. "Pussy."
He grinned and bent his head again. 30 or so minutes later, he wasn't watching the clock, Miss Lucy had a hair free pubic area. He stroked it, feeling the velvety skin. Once had rinsed the area he bent and kissed it. "How do you feel?" he asked, standing up getting ready to clean up his tools.
"Bare. And I don't just mean bare skin. It's incredibly personal experience to watch someone with their face between your legs for that long. Touching you intimately."
"Their face in your pussy you mean." He thought about licking that velvet skin, he thought about sliding his cock against the bare lips, inside her. That velvet caress him. God, he was getting weak with wanting her. And hard.
"Yes, face in my pussy."
"You know what I'd like in your pussy now?" They were standing in the bathroom now. Cleaning up the room a little.
She pressed her hand to his crotch, dragging it slowly up the length of his manhood. "I can guess."
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
Sugasm #105
The best of this week’s blogs by the bloggers who blog them. Highlighting the top 3 posts as chosen by Sugasm participants. Want in Sugasm #106? Submit a link to your best post of the week using this form. Participants, repost the link list within a week and you’re all set.
This Week’s Picks
Bonbon
“I feel him start; then he groans into my mouth, a deep helpless sound, and I know I’ve got him.”
Domme virginity lost
I’m not asking you. I’m telling you. You know that, don’t you, sweet boy?”
Reality Check: Lessons Learned From Clients
“From my conversations I’ve learned a number of things that have helped me, educated me and surprised me.”
Mr. Sugasm Himself
Belladonna Likes Heroin
Editor’s Choice
Each Mirror has two sides
See also: Fleshbot’s Sex Blog Roundup each Tuesday and Friday.
(Sugasm participants should re-post all the links above within a week. The following links may be excluded as long as you include all the above links.)
NSFW Pics & Videos
Anetta Keys - Mischief In Mind
Carmella Bing - Keeping It Hardcore
Erica Campbell nude by Andrew Blake
The Hottest Babes… Right Here, Right Now
How to behave after sex
Jade | Mirage
Sex News, Reviews & Advice
At least he’s not going blind!
Lust, Caution review
NEW Gender Bending Designs
Orgasm - Do You Fake It?
Pierced for Play
Pjur Eros BodyGlide Original Silicone Lubricant Review
Top 7 Horror Porns
Erotic Writing and Experiences
At Your Service
Boy
Catalina loves (Polyamorous) Fantasies - Part II
Confessions: Babysitter
Encounter 2, Part II: All About Jane
Having her cake
How zep got me my first feel of tit
“I’m not having sex with you in here.”
A Letter…
Sexual Initiation
Splick
Symplexity Presents: The Friendly Skies
An Unexpected Opportunity
Sex Work
In the Heart of Real America: How Porn Made Me a Patriot
BDSM & Fetish
About last night…
Beat Me Baby: A Step in Submission!
Bitch in heat
Dirty, Filthy, Nasty Instructions
Feeling a Twitch
Goofiness
I Will So Whip Your Ass
A Little Fantasy I Wrote For The Mrs.
Masturbation Fantasies
Men are dogs: a fantasy
On Hands and Knees
Re-Education Part 2: A Fantasy
Revisiting the piss slit
Shame, Shame, Shame; Shame of Fools
Whippings in the eighteenth century
Sex Poetry & Recipes
Cooking With Mandy: Get Your Ass In the Kitchen Slut and Spend Some Quality Time With Your Husband Pasta with Shrimp
Friday Poem: Hot Boobs and Spam
Then
Thoughts on Sex and Relationships
“As Long As Your Vagina Looks Good…”
Ethical Adultery
Femme vs. Feminine
The Full Body Project, or Fat Can be Sexy, Part 2
Need, Want, Love
Return to sender
Sleepy HNT
Today is “Mom the Minx(’s)” Birthday
You Are So Sexy
Monday, November 05, 2007
Sugasm #104
Breaking my sugasm Cherry with #104!
The best of this week’s blogs by the bloggers who blog them. Highlighting the top 3 posts as chosen by Sugasm participants. Want in Sugasm #105? Submit a link to your best post of the week using this form. Participants, repost the link list within a week and you’re all set.
Editor’s Note: I thought it was Monday all day today. By the time I realized it wasn’t the new Sugasm had been up for a few hours. I’m just leaving it. The #105 post request will go up on Tuesday like normal.
This Week’s Picks
Awkward Sex Attempts (and Other Common Experiences)
“This put a slight damper on the “sexy” feelings I was trying to work up.”
houghts on Sex and Relationships
Go Ahead. Label Me
Oldie But Goodie - Altoids And Blow Jobs
Short and Sexy?
Why Doesn’t My Wife Want to Have Sex with Me Anymore?
Why I HATE the Term “Cuckold”
BDSM & Fetish
Always Your Slut Part 2
Angela-la Cake - Bloggers getting sweaty
Different
Fucking machines
Story: The Perils of Drink
Straight Boy Gets Fucked in the Ass
Unmasking
Who Doesn’t Dream About She Males?
Sex News & Reviews
Kumi Is A Yummy Fetish Model
NEW Bold & Sassy Designs!
NSFW Pics & Videos
Angelina Crow - Peep Show
Annette Schwarz (updated)
Catalina loves HNT (Bondage Tape)
Exotic Bloom
If I had a clone…
Merry Samhain!
More Naked Lazer Bunny Hotties
Erotic Writing and Experiences
All About the Tricks
Ancient and Debauched
Backdoor Love
Cream for my Coffee?
The dangers of blogging
First Encounter
The first time: Having sex with my wife.
I dreamed of Margene
New Beginning
Sex Report: Poolside Follies
The six days of halloween
“Smokin Ass” or Halloween Remembered
Touching
Do You Want Me To Call You A Whore?
“Who doesn’t like having their hair pulled during sex?”
Two Fer
“Neither of us heard the front door open when Jason’s roommate came home.”
Mr. Sugasm Himself
Girls and Guns
Editor’s Choice
Being a Feminist in the sex industry
See also: Fleshbot’s Sex Blog Roundup each Tuesday and Friday.
Sunday, November 04, 2007
NaNo Exerpt
Lucy had her face between a set of soft, white thighs. Her tongue and mouth were busy doing things she'd never done before. She shivered at the new tastes and scents.
She heard the man behind her unzipping his pants. She felt him kneel on the bed behind her and ease his cock into her dripping wet pussy. She put her hands on the bed to brace herself as he began to thrust into her. She didn't want to fall face first into the girl's pussy.
Death by drowning in a pussy. She nearly had to shake her head so as not to laugh at herself. How had she gotten herself into such a situation? She knew exactly how actually, upon reflection, but she'd think about that later.
****
His heart leaped into his throat as she came over. So, this was Lucy. As she came close, he could see her breasts were pushed high and the shirt was cut low. Giving him and anyone else a nice bit of cleavage to study. He frowned, not wanting anyone else to look down her shirt.
That was silly. He had only said he was in town for the night. But, for tonight, she would be his. He smiled up at her as she approached the table.
"You meeting someone here?" she asked, fiddling with the neck of her beer bottle.
"I'm meeting someone of corrupt mind. She's a purveyor of dirty stories."
"Well, then I've found the right person." She offered her hand. "Hi Mac."
"Lucy." He shook her hand. She had a strong shake. He didn't want to let go. So instead he slipped his hand over hers. She sat down across from him. "You should have waited for me to buy you a drink."
"Maybe. You can buy the next one."
"Deal." He set their hands on the table between them. He took a drink of his beer. "So, what do you think?"
She ran her eyes over him. "I think we need to have more than a drink." Then she looked away quickly. "I don't say things like that. Not outloud. Darn it."
Darn? Oh god, she was more innocent than she played. He wondered how many of her stories were real. He rubbed his thumb over her hand. "You've said worse to me."
"Not outloud. That was .. something else."
"Lucy, I'm not going to attack you or maul you. Or do anything you don't want to do." He let go of her hand abruptly. He saw disappoint flash across her face. With one hand he pulled his chair around the table to sit beside her. He put an arm around her. He put his mouth near her ear, as they both looked at her friends across the bar. "But, dear Lucy, you do play the part of a Dirty Slut. And I want to play with it."
She shivered and tried to pull away. He wouldn't let her so she drank her beer instead.
When she didn't reply he decided to push further. "All I've been thinking about today is how you taste. And how you feel. Don't you want to know what I feel." He picked up her hand and ran it along the inside of his thigh. Her hand brushed against his cock, which was somehow growing by the second. He swore lightly, he was too far gone to stop teasing her now. "I've been thinking about how you would feel wrapped around me."
Lucy pulled her hand away. She was blushing visibly, clearly shaken. And turned on, he noted. That was in her eyes. He put his hand on her knee and squeezed. "Remember that story. The couple in the bar and how he teases her under the table, while everyone looks on. How she tries not to squirm while he touched her pussy," he voice was low in her ear. "Are you wearing panties, Lucy?"
She heard the man behind her unzipping his pants. She felt him kneel on the bed behind her and ease his cock into her dripping wet pussy. She put her hands on the bed to brace herself as he began to thrust into her. She didn't want to fall face first into the girl's pussy.
Death by drowning in a pussy. She nearly had to shake her head so as not to laugh at herself. How had she gotten herself into such a situation? She knew exactly how actually, upon reflection, but she'd think about that later.
****
His heart leaped into his throat as she came over. So, this was Lucy. As she came close, he could see her breasts were pushed high and the shirt was cut low. Giving him and anyone else a nice bit of cleavage to study. He frowned, not wanting anyone else to look down her shirt.
That was silly. He had only said he was in town for the night. But, for tonight, she would be his. He smiled up at her as she approached the table.
"You meeting someone here?" she asked, fiddling with the neck of her beer bottle.
"I'm meeting someone of corrupt mind. She's a purveyor of dirty stories."
"Well, then I've found the right person." She offered her hand. "Hi Mac."
"Lucy." He shook her hand. She had a strong shake. He didn't want to let go. So instead he slipped his hand over hers. She sat down across from him. "You should have waited for me to buy you a drink."
"Maybe. You can buy the next one."
"Deal." He set their hands on the table between them. He took a drink of his beer. "So, what do you think?"
She ran her eyes over him. "I think we need to have more than a drink." Then she looked away quickly. "I don't say things like that. Not outloud. Darn it."
Darn? Oh god, she was more innocent than she played. He wondered how many of her stories were real. He rubbed his thumb over her hand. "You've said worse to me."
"Not outloud. That was .. something else."
"Lucy, I'm not going to attack you or maul you. Or do anything you don't want to do." He let go of her hand abruptly. He saw disappoint flash across her face. With one hand he pulled his chair around the table to sit beside her. He put an arm around her. He put his mouth near her ear, as they both looked at her friends across the bar. "But, dear Lucy, you do play the part of a Dirty Slut. And I want to play with it."
She shivered and tried to pull away. He wouldn't let her so she drank her beer instead.
When she didn't reply he decided to push further. "All I've been thinking about today is how you taste. And how you feel. Don't you want to know what I feel." He picked up her hand and ran it along the inside of his thigh. Her hand brushed against his cock, which was somehow growing by the second. He swore lightly, he was too far gone to stop teasing her now. "I've been thinking about how you would feel wrapped around me."
Lucy pulled her hand away. She was blushing visibly, clearly shaken. And turned on, he noted. That was in her eyes. He put his hand on her knee and squeezed. "Remember that story. The couple in the bar and how he teases her under the table, while everyone looks on. How she tries not to squirm while he touched her pussy," he voice was low in her ear. "Are you wearing panties, Lucy?"
Wednesday, October 31, 2007
Dirty Thought for the Week
While out on a walk, I passed a chainlink fence. And I was pondering the possibilities of being tied there. Naked on display. Just for a short while, since it's hella cold out these days.
Happy Halloween all! And Happy NaNoWriMo (tomorrow). My plot looks good for this year.
Happy Halloween all! And Happy NaNoWriMo (tomorrow). My plot looks good for this year.
Friday, October 26, 2007
The dangers of blogging
It was a little creepy when he first asked me where I lived in an email. I started vague and finally ended with the city, after all I wasn't using my REAL name online. Then I was freaked out when he said he lived about an hour away and could we meet for a drink. I was concerned for days, unable to write.
Finally, I agreed one drink, I named the bar- one across town, far from my apartment.
On the night, I dressed with shaking hands. Was this a good idea after all? I decided to dress casual- a skirt that was just above my knees, the boots came just below. Not too much skin showing, I thought as I looked in the full length mirror, twisting my hips so I could watch the material swish. A cream coloured shirt that hugged my curves. A little make up- highlighting my eyes and lips. A little on my cheeks.
The door bell rang as I fixed a red flower into my hair, the way he would be able to pick me out. My friends, who were coming with me, following really, to make sure he wasn't a total creep. They would keep their distance and watch to make sure I was safe.
They were dressed up- like me, ready for a girls night out. I shared a hug and kiss with each of them. We decided to take seperate cars, they would follow me there and home. But, I wanted to have my own in case something really would come of the flirting I had been doing in email with my mystery date.
At the bar, they went in first, ten minutes before I was due to arrive. I sat in my car, looking at my cell phone. It beeped "No creeps so far" the screen flashed. I laughed and touched up my lipstick. I tucked my purse under my arm and entered the bar.
I sat down at the bar and ordered a beer. While I waited for it to come, I turned around and searched the bar. "Meeting someone?" the bartender asked, as she slide the beer to me. "Five."
"Yeah. Mystery date." I smiled and pulled some cash out of my wallet.
"Over there in the corner. Guy said he was looking for a girl with a red flower."
"Thank you." I got my change and took my beer to where the bartender pointed.
"Waiting for me?" I asked, him with a slow smile. I had been hoping he wouldn't be too geeky, too young or too hairy. He was neither. He looked to be near 30, clean shaven and fine as hell. He was wearing a simple black tshirt. He filled it out nicely with all his pectoral muscles, and bulging biceps. Well, y'know, not a hulk look-alike.
I shook my head to try to clear it, as a red lust haze took over me momentarily. "Sorry what was that?" Fuck I missed his reply. My face felt hot. Oh this was not going well.
"If you are purveyor of erotic stories that I enjoy then yes, I believe I am." He smiled, crinkling the corners of his brown eyes, which had been scrutinizing me.
His smile was welcoming and I sat down. "I believe I've written a story by that description once or twice." I held out my hand and introduced myself, my real name. I was shocked as I said it, but there it was.
He replied his name, shaking my hand. "Thank you for meeting me, I know it was a little weird. I hesitated asking. And I never thought you'd show up, or be quite so ... " his eyes ran up and down me, "hot." He didn't let go of my hand, just rested them on the table.
I laughed, nervously. "Thank you. And uh, well, honestly, likewise. I thought you'd be some geeky fanboy."
He laughed. "Oh, well I am a geeky fanboy. I'm a programmer, y'know."
"I didn't. Tell me about your job then, hot geek boy."
He smiled. We continued making small talk while we drank our first drink. I played with my beer bottle when I finished. I knew I was supposed to meet my friend's in the bathroom and let them know how it was going, but I kept getting lost in his eyes. And he was still holding my hand, only he'd moved to sit next to me.
I shivered as I looked up at him, his scent wafting around me. This was dangerous ground already. He knew my every fantasy, only did he know they were fantasies only? I frowned.
"Don't frown. I think, however, your friends are trying to get your attention. I think you missed meeting time."
I laughed. "How did you know?"
"I didn't think you would come here by yourself. And when I saw you come in after them, all dressed up, I knew you were together." He smiled and stood. He pulled me to my feet. "Go talk to your friends. Invite them over, do you want another beer?"
"Are you sure I should invite them?"
"Well, if they are going to check me out they should do so properly. See if I'm suitable."
His fingers brushed my chin and I leaned into him, wanting to run my hands over his chest and see if it felt as hard as it looked. I lowered my eyes to look at his beautiful mouth, suddenly wanting to kiss him. Hands on my shoulders, he turned me around. "Beer?"
"Sure, please," I said, absently, thinking more about rubbing my ass into his crotch.
He watched me approach my friends before he went to the bar. "That's him?" they all gasped.
"Yeah, and it's like ohmygod amazing. I just want to take him home. Is that bad? Anyway, come over and join us." I glanced to him at the bar. "He insisted."
Scrapping chairs followed and we all moved to the big booth in the corner. I sat at the edge, perched waiting for him to return. Oh, it was bad alright.
He bumped my shoulder with his hips. I moved over and he put my beer infront of me, unopened, and then his arm around me, pulling me against him.
An hour and a half later and three drinks later, my friends were antsy to go dancing. I had promised that it wouldn't take long. He had spent the last hour charming me and my friends, and teasing my ear and neck and lower body with carresses of his hand and lips. My nerves felt raw with desire.
Fuck it. "Where are you staying tonight?" I asked. My freinds were gathering there things up and he wasn't moving anywhere.
"A hotel." Our eyes met. Ask me, I said, demanded, my legs nudging against his.
"Come on, let's go," my friend said. He stood and hauled me out of the booth. I had to lean against him to keep from my knees going weak on me. Damn it. Ask me.
We went out the parking lot and my friends piled into their car. "We'll call you later," they said. "Go home."
"Right. I'll try." I nodded as they drove away. He had been standing away from me and suddenly he was beside me, his hands on my lower back. "I should go home."
"You should. Do you want to?"
I shook my head and turned to face him. "What are you doing?"
"Well, my plan was to watch a porn because ... never mind. Come to my hotel for another drink?" He wrapped his arm around me and pressed his hard crotch into my belly. Okay good, that was just as arousing for him as it was for me.
"Yes. I'll follow you, right. Or which hotel?"
"Yeah, I better follow you. You know where you are going." He gave me the hotel name and address. "Wait before we go." He pulled me up and kissed me. My lips parted instantly, my head tilting to give him full access.
He let me as suddenly as he pulled me up and I was shaking as I got in my car. The drive took far too long for my taste. I parked in visitor parking and nearly ran to the front entrance. Except I could run in the boots becuase of the heels.
Once we were together again, he pulled me over for a second kiss. My body was pressed to his from shoulder to thigh. His tongue swept into my mouth, driving me crazy and making me senseless. I pressed against him, my fingers pressed into his back, trying to get closer.
His hands ran down my back and grabbed my ass. He dug his fingers in, massaging it lightly, keeping me close. Not that I had any intention of getting away. I dragged my mouth away from his. "I think we should go upstairs. I don't want to get you kicked out."
"Right," he said, looking longingly at my lips. He brushed them again and then released me. He put his hands into his pockets and smiled sheepishly. "Who knew a beautiful mind could be packaged so nicely also."
I turn to walk into the hotel, so he doesn't see me roll my eyes. Enough with the lines. He takes my hand and we go the elevator. Tenth floor. I pull him infront of me and he pushes me against the wall. Pining me with his mouth, while his hips ground against mine. A slow torture. Which makes us nearly miss our floor.
I stand impatiently behind him, while he opens the door. Once in the room we are attached again. I start pulling his shirt up, trying to decide if I should touch him first or undress him. My hands decide to run over the ridges of his stomach and up to his chest, feeling the hardness that I first admired. My first and second fingers circled his nipples.
He stopped groping my ass and back long enough to remove his shirt. Then he started on mine. I stopped exploring to give him assistance, untangling my shirt from my body. I tugged at the fastener of his jeans as he pulled down the zipper of my skirt. I let the skirt fall to the floor, and stepped out, while he shoved down his jeans.
He ran his hands over my body from shoulders to thighs. Then he cupped my breasts inside my padded lace bra. "I have to ask you something." His voice was husky. His eyes searched mine.
"What?" Nervousness crept into my voice.
"Your writing. Have you really done those things you wrote about?" He reached around me and unclasped the bra. His hands ran down my shoulders pulling the straps off.
I shook my head. "I have done very few things that I've written about. But I have masturbated about them all."
He dropped the bra on the floor. His hands covered my breasts, the palms rubbing the already distended nubs. I moaned and shifted impatiently, rubbing my legs together where the heat was gathering. "You have quite the imagination," he muttered, lowering his head to flick his tongue over each nipple. He drew one into his mouth, making me arch and forget what we had been discussing.
I let my hands drift from my his shoulders, feeling his warm skin. I pressed one hand to the front of his boxers and felt his erection flex against me. I cupped my fingers over his penis and rubbed up and down, lightly, teasing him like he was teasing me.
He bit into my nipple lightly, making me cry out and drop my hand. He kept the pressure until I stilled and then bit harder still. My breath hissed through my teeth as he increased the pressure slowly. Then he released and soothed the skin with small flicks of his tongue. Oh, he was good. And he'd been reading closely. "Fuck," I muttered, arching my chest toward him. "More."
He looked up at me. "God, I'd love to feel your mouth around my cock. But, I really don't think I'll last that long." He stood over me again, his hands, worked their way under the elastic panties, his fingers rubbed the soft mound covered within. "The way you write, I bet your mouth is amazing."
His fingers slipped between the folds, finding me wet and hot. He propelled me back onto the bed. One hand still caressing me between my legs, the other pulling my panties down my legs. I spread my legs wide for him, laying back and closing my eyes. He pressed a finger to my clit, making little circles until I cried out and tried to sit up. He moved closer to me and put his free hand on my shoulder. "Stay down. And try to enjoy this." His eyes met mine with such insistence that I acquiesced.
He sank one finger into me, keeping his thumb pressed to my clitoris. I bit my bottom lip to keep myself from jumping off the bed, or closing my legs. I squeezed my eyes shut but he opposed that as well. "Open your eyes," he kissed each one softly. "I want to watch you come for me."
He sank a second finger into me, stretching me wider. His fingers slid in and out and I started to rock my hips to the rhythm. The pressure was about to kill me, when it exploded. My body shivered with orgasm, seemingly more intense by his gaze on my face. Finally, the waves stopped and I became still. He pulled his fingers out and fed them to me. I sucked greedily on his fingers covered in my scent.
He got up off the bed and I heard zippers and foil rustling. I moved up the bed to rest on the pillows, my legs spread open, waiting. He moved over me and sank into me without pretense.
I squeezed my inner muscles around him as he sank into me again and again. I arched up toward him, meeting his hips in the middle. My fingers on his shoulders. Our eyes locked.
I felt him stiffen as he came, buried deep inside me. He muttered a curse and thrust once more. He fell on top of me. His weight crushing me, I wrapped my arms around him. "Oh god, that was fucking hot."
Finally, I agreed one drink, I named the bar- one across town, far from my apartment.
On the night, I dressed with shaking hands. Was this a good idea after all? I decided to dress casual- a skirt that was just above my knees, the boots came just below. Not too much skin showing, I thought as I looked in the full length mirror, twisting my hips so I could watch the material swish. A cream coloured shirt that hugged my curves. A little make up- highlighting my eyes and lips. A little on my cheeks.
The door bell rang as I fixed a red flower into my hair, the way he would be able to pick me out. My friends, who were coming with me, following really, to make sure he wasn't a total creep. They would keep their distance and watch to make sure I was safe.
They were dressed up- like me, ready for a girls night out. I shared a hug and kiss with each of them. We decided to take seperate cars, they would follow me there and home. But, I wanted to have my own in case something really would come of the flirting I had been doing in email with my mystery date.
At the bar, they went in first, ten minutes before I was due to arrive. I sat in my car, looking at my cell phone. It beeped "No creeps so far" the screen flashed. I laughed and touched up my lipstick. I tucked my purse under my arm and entered the bar.
I sat down at the bar and ordered a beer. While I waited for it to come, I turned around and searched the bar. "Meeting someone?" the bartender asked, as she slide the beer to me. "Five."
"Yeah. Mystery date." I smiled and pulled some cash out of my wallet.
"Over there in the corner. Guy said he was looking for a girl with a red flower."
"Thank you." I got my change and took my beer to where the bartender pointed.
"Waiting for me?" I asked, him with a slow smile. I had been hoping he wouldn't be too geeky, too young or too hairy. He was neither. He looked to be near 30, clean shaven and fine as hell. He was wearing a simple black tshirt. He filled it out nicely with all his pectoral muscles, and bulging biceps. Well, y'know, not a hulk look-alike.
I shook my head to try to clear it, as a red lust haze took over me momentarily. "Sorry what was that?" Fuck I missed his reply. My face felt hot. Oh this was not going well.
"If you are purveyor of erotic stories that I enjoy then yes, I believe I am." He smiled, crinkling the corners of his brown eyes, which had been scrutinizing me.
His smile was welcoming and I sat down. "I believe I've written a story by that description once or twice." I held out my hand and introduced myself, my real name. I was shocked as I said it, but there it was.
He replied his name, shaking my hand. "Thank you for meeting me, I know it was a little weird. I hesitated asking. And I never thought you'd show up, or be quite so ... " his eyes ran up and down me, "hot." He didn't let go of my hand, just rested them on the table.
I laughed, nervously. "Thank you. And uh, well, honestly, likewise. I thought you'd be some geeky fanboy."
He laughed. "Oh, well I am a geeky fanboy. I'm a programmer, y'know."
"I didn't. Tell me about your job then, hot geek boy."
He smiled. We continued making small talk while we drank our first drink. I played with my beer bottle when I finished. I knew I was supposed to meet my friend's in the bathroom and let them know how it was going, but I kept getting lost in his eyes. And he was still holding my hand, only he'd moved to sit next to me.
I shivered as I looked up at him, his scent wafting around me. This was dangerous ground already. He knew my every fantasy, only did he know they were fantasies only? I frowned.
"Don't frown. I think, however, your friends are trying to get your attention. I think you missed meeting time."
I laughed. "How did you know?"
"I didn't think you would come here by yourself. And when I saw you come in after them, all dressed up, I knew you were together." He smiled and stood. He pulled me to my feet. "Go talk to your friends. Invite them over, do you want another beer?"
"Are you sure I should invite them?"
"Well, if they are going to check me out they should do so properly. See if I'm suitable."
His fingers brushed my chin and I leaned into him, wanting to run my hands over his chest and see if it felt as hard as it looked. I lowered my eyes to look at his beautiful mouth, suddenly wanting to kiss him. Hands on my shoulders, he turned me around. "Beer?"
"Sure, please," I said, absently, thinking more about rubbing my ass into his crotch.
He watched me approach my friends before he went to the bar. "That's him?" they all gasped.
"Yeah, and it's like ohmygod amazing. I just want to take him home. Is that bad? Anyway, come over and join us." I glanced to him at the bar. "He insisted."
Scrapping chairs followed and we all moved to the big booth in the corner. I sat at the edge, perched waiting for him to return. Oh, it was bad alright.
He bumped my shoulder with his hips. I moved over and he put my beer infront of me, unopened, and then his arm around me, pulling me against him.
An hour and a half later and three drinks later, my friends were antsy to go dancing. I had promised that it wouldn't take long. He had spent the last hour charming me and my friends, and teasing my ear and neck and lower body with carresses of his hand and lips. My nerves felt raw with desire.
Fuck it. "Where are you staying tonight?" I asked. My freinds were gathering there things up and he wasn't moving anywhere.
"A hotel." Our eyes met. Ask me, I said, demanded, my legs nudging against his.
"Come on, let's go," my friend said. He stood and hauled me out of the booth. I had to lean against him to keep from my knees going weak on me. Damn it. Ask me.
We went out the parking lot and my friends piled into their car. "We'll call you later," they said. "Go home."
"Right. I'll try." I nodded as they drove away. He had been standing away from me and suddenly he was beside me, his hands on my lower back. "I should go home."
"You should. Do you want to?"
I shook my head and turned to face him. "What are you doing?"
"Well, my plan was to watch a porn because ... never mind. Come to my hotel for another drink?" He wrapped his arm around me and pressed his hard crotch into my belly. Okay good, that was just as arousing for him as it was for me.
"Yes. I'll follow you, right. Or which hotel?"
"Yeah, I better follow you. You know where you are going." He gave me the hotel name and address. "Wait before we go." He pulled me up and kissed me. My lips parted instantly, my head tilting to give him full access.
He let me as suddenly as he pulled me up and I was shaking as I got in my car. The drive took far too long for my taste. I parked in visitor parking and nearly ran to the front entrance. Except I could run in the boots becuase of the heels.
Once we were together again, he pulled me over for a second kiss. My body was pressed to his from shoulder to thigh. His tongue swept into my mouth, driving me crazy and making me senseless. I pressed against him, my fingers pressed into his back, trying to get closer.
His hands ran down my back and grabbed my ass. He dug his fingers in, massaging it lightly, keeping me close. Not that I had any intention of getting away. I dragged my mouth away from his. "I think we should go upstairs. I don't want to get you kicked out."
"Right," he said, looking longingly at my lips. He brushed them again and then released me. He put his hands into his pockets and smiled sheepishly. "Who knew a beautiful mind could be packaged so nicely also."
I turn to walk into the hotel, so he doesn't see me roll my eyes. Enough with the lines. He takes my hand and we go the elevator. Tenth floor. I pull him infront of me and he pushes me against the wall. Pining me with his mouth, while his hips ground against mine. A slow torture. Which makes us nearly miss our floor.
I stand impatiently behind him, while he opens the door. Once in the room we are attached again. I start pulling his shirt up, trying to decide if I should touch him first or undress him. My hands decide to run over the ridges of his stomach and up to his chest, feeling the hardness that I first admired. My first and second fingers circled his nipples.
He stopped groping my ass and back long enough to remove his shirt. Then he started on mine. I stopped exploring to give him assistance, untangling my shirt from my body. I tugged at the fastener of his jeans as he pulled down the zipper of my skirt. I let the skirt fall to the floor, and stepped out, while he shoved down his jeans.
He ran his hands over my body from shoulders to thighs. Then he cupped my breasts inside my padded lace bra. "I have to ask you something." His voice was husky. His eyes searched mine.
"What?" Nervousness crept into my voice.
"Your writing. Have you really done those things you wrote about?" He reached around me and unclasped the bra. His hands ran down my shoulders pulling the straps off.
I shook my head. "I have done very few things that I've written about. But I have masturbated about them all."
He dropped the bra on the floor. His hands covered my breasts, the palms rubbing the already distended nubs. I moaned and shifted impatiently, rubbing my legs together where the heat was gathering. "You have quite the imagination," he muttered, lowering his head to flick his tongue over each nipple. He drew one into his mouth, making me arch and forget what we had been discussing.
I let my hands drift from my his shoulders, feeling his warm skin. I pressed one hand to the front of his boxers and felt his erection flex against me. I cupped my fingers over his penis and rubbed up and down, lightly, teasing him like he was teasing me.
He bit into my nipple lightly, making me cry out and drop my hand. He kept the pressure until I stilled and then bit harder still. My breath hissed through my teeth as he increased the pressure slowly. Then he released and soothed the skin with small flicks of his tongue. Oh, he was good. And he'd been reading closely. "Fuck," I muttered, arching my chest toward him. "More."
He looked up at me. "God, I'd love to feel your mouth around my cock. But, I really don't think I'll last that long." He stood over me again, his hands, worked their way under the elastic panties, his fingers rubbed the soft mound covered within. "The way you write, I bet your mouth is amazing."
His fingers slipped between the folds, finding me wet and hot. He propelled me back onto the bed. One hand still caressing me between my legs, the other pulling my panties down my legs. I spread my legs wide for him, laying back and closing my eyes. He pressed a finger to my clit, making little circles until I cried out and tried to sit up. He moved closer to me and put his free hand on my shoulder. "Stay down. And try to enjoy this." His eyes met mine with such insistence that I acquiesced.
He sank one finger into me, keeping his thumb pressed to my clitoris. I bit my bottom lip to keep myself from jumping off the bed, or closing my legs. I squeezed my eyes shut but he opposed that as well. "Open your eyes," he kissed each one softly. "I want to watch you come for me."
He sank a second finger into me, stretching me wider. His fingers slid in and out and I started to rock my hips to the rhythm. The pressure was about to kill me, when it exploded. My body shivered with orgasm, seemingly more intense by his gaze on my face. Finally, the waves stopped and I became still. He pulled his fingers out and fed them to me. I sucked greedily on his fingers covered in my scent.
He got up off the bed and I heard zippers and foil rustling. I moved up the bed to rest on the pillows, my legs spread open, waiting. He moved over me and sank into me without pretense.
I squeezed my inner muscles around him as he sank into me again and again. I arched up toward him, meeting his hips in the middle. My fingers on his shoulders. Our eyes locked.
I felt him stiffen as he came, buried deep inside me. He muttered a curse and thrust once more. He fell on top of me. His weight crushing me, I wrapped my arms around him. "Oh god, that was fucking hot."
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
Stats have more fun
Number of Entries: 3
Visit Length: Multiple visits spread over more than one day
Most people it seems get off quick tho, since few people spend more than a few seconds on a page. And only enter once. Oh well, small amusements for me today.
Visit Length: Multiple visits spread over more than one day
Most people it seems get off quick tho, since few people spend more than a few seconds on a page. And only enter once. Oh well, small amusements for me today.
Tough Choices
Note: This was a rather difficult piece for me to write. I wanted to do the characters justice. The musical inspiration was "Me, I'm Not" by Nine Inch Nails from their latest album, which I highly recommend. I liked the set up a great deal and I think I will revisit this characters, after NaNoWriMo next month.
The slave was wearing knee high leather boots. They crinkled as she walked to the beat of the music. His eyes traced up her leather clad legs, to the skin between the boots and her tight leather skirt. He watched her hips hitch up to the music, the skirt pulling up with each movement, threatening to give him a better view. But it was so tight on her that it wasn't possible.
His eyes travelled up further, to the skin of her torso. Her shirt was nothing more than a leather bra, so tight it pushed her breasts up and out, an offering to him. He closed his eyes and let the beat of the music fill his senses. He lifted a hand silently and motioned.
When he opened his eyes, he watched the second woman lead the slave on a leash, tied to the collar around her neck. He smiled at Lila as she lead the girl to him. She was wearing red high heels, that made her legs stretch out under her knee length red flowing velvet skirt. He watched it swish around her legs and then moved up her body. Her red lace shirt was held around her front by two ties one over her navel and the other between her breasts, with two flicks he could have it off her.
Both their lips were bright red, he glanced from one mouth to the other. Which would he have around his cock tonight? His pants tightened at the thought.
Lila was wearing a collar as well, thinner than the slave's collar. It denoted her place in the hierarchy.
Slave had her dark hair pulled back into a pony tail. He considered telling her to let it down, but it was more useful to keep tied back to give her extra direction if she needed it. Lila left her blonde hair loose, hanging around her shoulders.
He smiled as Lila pressed her lips to his, her height nearly matching his own with her heels on. He kissed her back, sliding his tongue into her mouth and taking the leash from her hand. He twisted his wrist, wrapping it around his wrist and pulling the slave closer.
He let go of Lila's mouth and body. She stepped readily to the side, allowing him to pull the shorter girl up to him. He bent over slightly as even in heels she wasn't tall enough to reach him. He held her close, taking her mouth with his again and again.
He bit into her bottom lip and pulled back, stretching it between them. He heard a small moan come from her throat as her body shuddered against his in reaction to the discomfort. He let go and regarded both women with a smile.
"I want you two in bed and I will see who will please me best tonight." He spoke for the first time since arriving home from the club.
Lila brushed her lips across his cheek, before grabbing the dark haired beauty standing beside him. Lila pulled the Slave into a deep kiss, hands caressing Slave's stomach, breasts and shoulders. "Undress me," Lila said. The words were soft spoken, but the command was apparent.
Slave slipped her hands between the bodies and untied the simple strings holding Lila's shirt around her. Slave slipped it off Lila's shoulders and let it fall to the floor. She slipped her hands around Lila's body, and undid the button and zipper behind her.
Lila took the advantage of the position to kiss the slave deeper and pull her tighter. The skirt dropped to the floor. He watched as the slave moved down Lila's body to remove her red velvet panties. Slave kissed Lila's things and knees as she moved down and back up.
Lila grabbed Slave's hair before she was standing. "Pick up my clothes and put them where they belong." There was no menace in Lila's voice, only a hint of a threat. But Slave had long since learned to obey without questioning anyone.
"And get me a chair," he said. Slave turned to look at her Master for a moment. She hurried and pulled the easy chair from the corner to the middle of the room, to the side of the bed so he could watch the girls as they played. He watched with excitement as she struggled in the binding leather.
After he was seated, he dismissed the dark haired girl with the wave of his hand. She knelt on the floor and picked up Lila's clothes. She hung up the skirt and shirt in the closet. The panties she put in the clothes hamper for later washing. Master D., as he was known, put his elbow on the arm rest and leaned his head on it. His blonde ponytail fell to the side and he smiled as Slave returned to stand beside the bed, where Lila was laying.
Lila took her hand and pulled her. "Lie down next to me and kiss me. Do to me what you would feel is pleasurable. What you would want if you could have it." Lila smiled at Slave, who returned the smile. Slave slid down on the bed beside Lila and kissed her. She moved her head to Lila's breasts and suckled the nipples. He watched Slave's tongue slide around and around the sensitive center. Her hand slipped down between Lila's legs and rubbed the bare mound.
He watched their bodies move together as Slave rubbed, caressed and licked Lila into moaning and arching. It went on so long it almost got boring. It was only a matter of time before Lila impatiently shoved Slave's head between her legs. He smiled as Lila grabbed Slave's ponytail and ordered gave the orders, punctuating with, "Make me come."
Slave slid down the bed, kissing Lila's body a few times along the way. She looked as if she wanted to linger and play some more. Instead, she changed her face and stance into taking care of Lila. She nuzzled Lila's pussy.
He moved to the bed, so he could have the best view of the action. He idly stroked Lila's breast, stomach and thighs with one hand. With the other he stroked Slave's head, watching her as she tried to make her Mistress orgasm.
Slave was holding Lila's pussy lips open so she could lick and suck on her clit. She slide two fingers into Lila's open waiting pussy. And for a moment his cock strained to be in her.
He felt Lila's body shudder and convulse as she came hard on Slave's fingers, under her mouth. Lila let out soft moans as she arched her back. Slave didn't stop applying pressure to Lila's cunt until pushed away. Lila hoarsely commanded, "Stop. Enough."
Master stood up and started to undress. He watched Lila's body as it shook still. He took in Slave who was still crouched between Lila's legs, wiping her mouth. Both of them looked up at him expectantly. "Slave, off the bed. You may sit in my chair, but do not touch yourself."
He dropped his clothing by the bed. "Pick up my clothes first," he added, as she sat down in his chair. He paid no more attention to her as he eased onto the bed, by the still shaking Lila. Lila wasted no time, as she grabbed his cock in one hand, her other hand smoothed over his chest. "Was she good?" he asked.
"Very good, Sir."
He let Lila rub her hand along him for a while. He pinched her nipples, until she squealed and pulled back a little. She didn't dare move away from his attention.
Unable to contain himself anymore, he lifted himself over Lila and pushed his cock into her waiting pussy. She was wet and open, nearly pulling him into her body.
He started thrusting into her, slowly building up speed. She met him, her inner wall tensing around him.
He pushed himself up over her body and then sank back in deeply pushing him over the edge as he came inside her. He thrust shallowly a few more times, feeling the aftershocks of the orgasm reverberate. Then he let himself fall on top of her.
Easing away, he regarded Slave sitting primly on the chair, her hands folded on her lap. "Come here and clean us up. You've been a good girl tonight. You can join us in the bed for sleep." He kissed Lila's forehead. "You were very good too, my sweet. Very good indeed."
The slave was wearing knee high leather boots. They crinkled as she walked to the beat of the music. His eyes traced up her leather clad legs, to the skin between the boots and her tight leather skirt. He watched her hips hitch up to the music, the skirt pulling up with each movement, threatening to give him a better view. But it was so tight on her that it wasn't possible.
His eyes travelled up further, to the skin of her torso. Her shirt was nothing more than a leather bra, so tight it pushed her breasts up and out, an offering to him. He closed his eyes and let the beat of the music fill his senses. He lifted a hand silently and motioned.
When he opened his eyes, he watched the second woman lead the slave on a leash, tied to the collar around her neck. He smiled at Lila as she lead the girl to him. She was wearing red high heels, that made her legs stretch out under her knee length red flowing velvet skirt. He watched it swish around her legs and then moved up her body. Her red lace shirt was held around her front by two ties one over her navel and the other between her breasts, with two flicks he could have it off her.
Both their lips were bright red, he glanced from one mouth to the other. Which would he have around his cock tonight? His pants tightened at the thought.
Lila was wearing a collar as well, thinner than the slave's collar. It denoted her place in the hierarchy.
Slave had her dark hair pulled back into a pony tail. He considered telling her to let it down, but it was more useful to keep tied back to give her extra direction if she needed it. Lila left her blonde hair loose, hanging around her shoulders.
He smiled as Lila pressed her lips to his, her height nearly matching his own with her heels on. He kissed her back, sliding his tongue into her mouth and taking the leash from her hand. He twisted his wrist, wrapping it around his wrist and pulling the slave closer.
He let go of Lila's mouth and body. She stepped readily to the side, allowing him to pull the shorter girl up to him. He bent over slightly as even in heels she wasn't tall enough to reach him. He held her close, taking her mouth with his again and again.
He bit into her bottom lip and pulled back, stretching it between them. He heard a small moan come from her throat as her body shuddered against his in reaction to the discomfort. He let go and regarded both women with a smile.
"I want you two in bed and I will see who will please me best tonight." He spoke for the first time since arriving home from the club.
Lila brushed her lips across his cheek, before grabbing the dark haired beauty standing beside him. Lila pulled the Slave into a deep kiss, hands caressing Slave's stomach, breasts and shoulders. "Undress me," Lila said. The words were soft spoken, but the command was apparent.
Slave slipped her hands between the bodies and untied the simple strings holding Lila's shirt around her. Slave slipped it off Lila's shoulders and let it fall to the floor. She slipped her hands around Lila's body, and undid the button and zipper behind her.
Lila took the advantage of the position to kiss the slave deeper and pull her tighter. The skirt dropped to the floor. He watched as the slave moved down Lila's body to remove her red velvet panties. Slave kissed Lila's things and knees as she moved down and back up.
Lila grabbed Slave's hair before she was standing. "Pick up my clothes and put them where they belong." There was no menace in Lila's voice, only a hint of a threat. But Slave had long since learned to obey without questioning anyone.
"And get me a chair," he said. Slave turned to look at her Master for a moment. She hurried and pulled the easy chair from the corner to the middle of the room, to the side of the bed so he could watch the girls as they played. He watched with excitement as she struggled in the binding leather.
After he was seated, he dismissed the dark haired girl with the wave of his hand. She knelt on the floor and picked up Lila's clothes. She hung up the skirt and shirt in the closet. The panties she put in the clothes hamper for later washing. Master D., as he was known, put his elbow on the arm rest and leaned his head on it. His blonde ponytail fell to the side and he smiled as Slave returned to stand beside the bed, where Lila was laying.
Lila took her hand and pulled her. "Lie down next to me and kiss me. Do to me what you would feel is pleasurable. What you would want if you could have it." Lila smiled at Slave, who returned the smile. Slave slid down on the bed beside Lila and kissed her. She moved her head to Lila's breasts and suckled the nipples. He watched Slave's tongue slide around and around the sensitive center. Her hand slipped down between Lila's legs and rubbed the bare mound.
He watched their bodies move together as Slave rubbed, caressed and licked Lila into moaning and arching. It went on so long it almost got boring. It was only a matter of time before Lila impatiently shoved Slave's head between her legs. He smiled as Lila grabbed Slave's ponytail and ordered gave the orders, punctuating with, "Make me come."
Slave slid down the bed, kissing Lila's body a few times along the way. She looked as if she wanted to linger and play some more. Instead, she changed her face and stance into taking care of Lila. She nuzzled Lila's pussy.
He moved to the bed, so he could have the best view of the action. He idly stroked Lila's breast, stomach and thighs with one hand. With the other he stroked Slave's head, watching her as she tried to make her Mistress orgasm.
Slave was holding Lila's pussy lips open so she could lick and suck on her clit. She slide two fingers into Lila's open waiting pussy. And for a moment his cock strained to be in her.
He felt Lila's body shudder and convulse as she came hard on Slave's fingers, under her mouth. Lila let out soft moans as she arched her back. Slave didn't stop applying pressure to Lila's cunt until pushed away. Lila hoarsely commanded, "Stop. Enough."
Master stood up and started to undress. He watched Lila's body as it shook still. He took in Slave who was still crouched between Lila's legs, wiping her mouth. Both of them looked up at him expectantly. "Slave, off the bed. You may sit in my chair, but do not touch yourself."
He dropped his clothing by the bed. "Pick up my clothes first," he added, as she sat down in his chair. He paid no more attention to her as he eased onto the bed, by the still shaking Lila. Lila wasted no time, as she grabbed his cock in one hand, her other hand smoothed over his chest. "Was she good?" he asked.
"Very good, Sir."
He let Lila rub her hand along him for a while. He pinched her nipples, until she squealed and pulled back a little. She didn't dare move away from his attention.
Unable to contain himself anymore, he lifted himself over Lila and pushed his cock into her waiting pussy. She was wet and open, nearly pulling him into her body.
He started thrusting into her, slowly building up speed. She met him, her inner wall tensing around him.
He pushed himself up over her body and then sank back in deeply pushing him over the edge as he came inside her. He thrust shallowly a few more times, feeling the aftershocks of the orgasm reverberate. Then he let himself fall on top of her.
Easing away, he regarded Slave sitting primly on the chair, her hands folded on her lap. "Come here and clean us up. You've been a good girl tonight. You can join us in the bed for sleep." He kissed Lila's forehead. "You were very good too, my sweet. Very good indeed."
Thursday, August 23, 2007
Sorry The Ending
He pushed her onto the bed and kissed her deeply. While she was distracted kissing him, he worked her shirt up her body. He groped her breasts roughly pulling her nipples.
She moaned into his mouth and arched her hips into him. "More," she muttered.
He stopped playing with her and pushed her hips down. Then he pulled back from her. "Stay."
She looked at him, her hands raised, arms framing her head. The shirt at her elbows holding them captive.
He disappeared from view. She closed her eyes, biting her bruised lips. Her breasts ached for more of the rough pleasure he had tormented them with. moments before.
She felt him climb back on the bed. She didn't bother opening her eyes. She waited quietly to feel what he was going to do next to her. Stupid word that "sorry" business. She was always saying sorry for something and he was always telling her to stop. But she never listened. And only occasionally did she pay for it.
He kissed her again, one hand twisting her wrists until they were crossed. She opened her eyes slightly and looked at him. Super close up, as he was biting her bottom lip.
She winced and pulled back. He let go slightly and kissed her again. She felt the rope wrap around her wrists, around and around. He stopped kissing her and pulled back to tie the loops he had made.
Standing up, he surveyed his handiwork. She judged from his smile that he was pleased with himself. She smiled back, her body trembling as she waited for his next move.
He pulled off her skirt, running his hands down her leg. He rubbed her pussy between her legs until she moaned and moved her hips against him.
"Now, I think we are ready."
She didn't say anything. She watched him cross the room and open the closet. He put the small suede flogger, bamboo cane, and the cat. The last implement he laid on her made her tremble.
He sat down beside her and fingered each as he watched her. She was chewed her bottom lip, trying to judge what he had planned.
Finally, seemingly hours later, he put the cat and cane to the side. He held the flogger above her, twisting it in his hands.
She swallowed hard and tensed her body, waiting.
Finally he brought the lashes down against her thigh, enough to sting, enough to make her wince a little. He hit her again and again, a little harder each time, making her wince. Up and down her thighs, until she was reddened a little all over her thighs.
Warmed up, she noted, shifting her body position.
She closed her eyes momentarily to keep them from drying up. She was pretty sure she hadn't closed them through the whole process. While she had them closed he brought the whip down against her breasts, over her nipples. She cried out, as her body convulsed and her eyes flew open.
He was smiling. She met his eyes, they danced with hers, as he brought it down again over her, with similar result.
"Count," he instructed.
The first five were easy to get out. Seven through ten left her gasping between hits. And by the time he was at twenty she was shouting the numbers and panting.
He put the flogger down on the bed and sat beside her. He stroked her lashed breasts, and she winced and tried to turn away from him.
He pulled her back and stroked her hair.
"I am."
"You are?"
"Sorry. Mostly."
He shook his head. "I think it's better if you didn't talk. You'll just incriminate yourself again." He picked up the flogger and rolled it against her stomach.
She moaned into his mouth and arched her hips into him. "More," she muttered.
He stopped playing with her and pushed her hips down. Then he pulled back from her. "Stay."
She looked at him, her hands raised, arms framing her head. The shirt at her elbows holding them captive.
He disappeared from view. She closed her eyes, biting her bruised lips. Her breasts ached for more of the rough pleasure he had tormented them with. moments before.
She felt him climb back on the bed. She didn't bother opening her eyes. She waited quietly to feel what he was going to do next to her. Stupid word that "sorry" business. She was always saying sorry for something and he was always telling her to stop. But she never listened. And only occasionally did she pay for it.
He kissed her again, one hand twisting her wrists until they were crossed. She opened her eyes slightly and looked at him. Super close up, as he was biting her bottom lip.
She winced and pulled back. He let go slightly and kissed her again. She felt the rope wrap around her wrists, around and around. He stopped kissing her and pulled back to tie the loops he had made.
Standing up, he surveyed his handiwork. She judged from his smile that he was pleased with himself. She smiled back, her body trembling as she waited for his next move.
He pulled off her skirt, running his hands down her leg. He rubbed her pussy between her legs until she moaned and moved her hips against him.
"Now, I think we are ready."
She didn't say anything. She watched him cross the room and open the closet. He put the small suede flogger, bamboo cane, and the cat. The last implement he laid on her made her tremble.
He sat down beside her and fingered each as he watched her. She was chewed her bottom lip, trying to judge what he had planned.
Finally, seemingly hours later, he put the cat and cane to the side. He held the flogger above her, twisting it in his hands.
She swallowed hard and tensed her body, waiting.
Finally he brought the lashes down against her thigh, enough to sting, enough to make her wince a little. He hit her again and again, a little harder each time, making her wince. Up and down her thighs, until she was reddened a little all over her thighs.
Warmed up, she noted, shifting her body position.
She closed her eyes momentarily to keep them from drying up. She was pretty sure she hadn't closed them through the whole process. While she had them closed he brought the whip down against her breasts, over her nipples. She cried out, as her body convulsed and her eyes flew open.
He was smiling. She met his eyes, they danced with hers, as he brought it down again over her, with similar result.
"Count," he instructed.
The first five were easy to get out. Seven through ten left her gasping between hits. And by the time he was at twenty she was shouting the numbers and panting.
He put the flogger down on the bed and sat beside her. He stroked her lashed breasts, and she winced and tried to turn away from him.
He pulled her back and stroked her hair.
"I am."
"You are?"
"Sorry. Mostly."
He shook his head. "I think it's better if you didn't talk. You'll just incriminate yourself again." He picked up the flogger and rolled it against her stomach.
Wednesday, August 15, 2007
It Only Gets Better
This is from a longer piece I'm working on about a couple that has been together for 30 + years. Mainly told in flashback memories as they close on their 30 wedding anniversary.
Later that night when everyone was gone, they sat in silence for a while. He reached for the remote and turned the television on. "News time."
"I'll go to the bedroom and read for a bit."
When he came into the bedroom, she sat on her edge of the bed. She wore a strapless red nightgown. He knelt behind her on the bed and kissed her shoulder.
She reached behind her and touched his thighs. His chest and belly pressed into her back, strong all these years. His hands moved around her to cup her breasts.
Her body reacted to his hand, just like the first time. Her nipple came to attention under the gentle pull of his fingers.
They undressed, helping each other ease of their clothing. Then together they stretched out on the bed, skin to skin.
His fingers stroked the swell of her breasts. The swells had move lower with time. The skin was not as supple or smooth as it once was, but still stimulating.
She stretched up and kissed him, her mouth and tongue hot against him. She ran fingers down her back, grabbing his butt. Then up his chest, teasing his nipples.
He dipped his head to tongue her nipples. And his fingers dipped between her legs he found droplets of moisture gathering.
Her fingers stretched out, then closed around his sex. She stroked up and down his shaft. Her other hand stroked and squeezed his balls.
He moaned into her mouth, feeling the first stirrings of life between his legs.
He reached for the lube in the bedside table behind him, momentarily pulling from her.
She held her hand out. "Please?"
He squeezed some of the cool lubricant into her hand. She let it warm to her hand before lowering it to him again. His eyes closed with pleasure as she slicked it over him with her hand. His breath caught in his throat in a low moan.
She caught the moan in a deep kiss. He dropped the bottle and grabbed her breasts. She moved her hips into him, impatient as ever.
His hands slid down her body. He gripped her hips and pulled them back. "Wait," he said. She sighed, pulling away.
He was hard in her hand. She slowed her strokes, prolonging the pleasure.
He poured the lubrication into his fingers. He watched her eyes as he pushed one slick finger between her lips into her heat. He rubbed his slick thumb against her sensitive clit.
She dropped her hands away from him, as he thrust into her, rubbing her in the way he knew drove her crazy. She moaned and arched her back into him.
As he continued, she rocked her hips against his fingers. She murmured encouragement to him.
She closed her eyes and let out a squeal of enjoyment as she orgasmed on his fingers. Her body clenched tight around him. He nearly came himself at the sensation. But he longed to feel it squeezing him tighter, from the inside.
When she recovered she kissed him again. "Make love to me," she moaned against him. "I want to feel you inside me."
"Yes," he said, teeth gritted.
He moved over her. A hand fitted between them. He spread her, guiding himself into her welcoming body. It was a familiar and new feeling all at once. It was new every time he eased in. He let himself sink deeply into her, groaning with each inch he moved.
He thrust slowly. In and out. Not wanting to hurt her. Holding back was excruciating, as his body lurched wanting to find fulfillment inside of her.
She moved against him quickly, urging him forward. She opened her eyes, watching his face, as their hips met again and again. She put her hands on him, feeling his breath quicken with each movement.
It seemed like moments and forever later, when the world inside him exploded. He came inside her with a grunt and two last weak thrusts.
She sighed contentedly, rubbing his back, holding him tight to her. The love for him swelled in her chest.
His chest pounded into her as he heaved for air.
She worried sometimes about the heaving. But, she knew he kept in shape. And, they'd kept an active sex life all this time.
He moved his weight off her and laid next to her, almost caught his breath again. She felt her body expand into the space he'd left.
"Not bad for an old guy right?"
"You're not an old guy. You are as sexy as the day I met you."
He kissed her. "I love you, like the day I met you."
She smiled up at him. "I loved you before I met you."
"You did?"
She nodded.
Later that night when everyone was gone, they sat in silence for a while. He reached for the remote and turned the television on. "News time."
"I'll go to the bedroom and read for a bit."
When he came into the bedroom, she sat on her edge of the bed. She wore a strapless red nightgown. He knelt behind her on the bed and kissed her shoulder.
She reached behind her and touched his thighs. His chest and belly pressed into her back, strong all these years. His hands moved around her to cup her breasts.
Her body reacted to his hand, just like the first time. Her nipple came to attention under the gentle pull of his fingers.
They undressed, helping each other ease of their clothing. Then together they stretched out on the bed, skin to skin.
His fingers stroked the swell of her breasts. The swells had move lower with time. The skin was not as supple or smooth as it once was, but still stimulating.
She stretched up and kissed him, her mouth and tongue hot against him. She ran fingers down her back, grabbing his butt. Then up his chest, teasing his nipples.
He dipped his head to tongue her nipples. And his fingers dipped between her legs he found droplets of moisture gathering.
Her fingers stretched out, then closed around his sex. She stroked up and down his shaft. Her other hand stroked and squeezed his balls.
He moaned into her mouth, feeling the first stirrings of life between his legs.
He reached for the lube in the bedside table behind him, momentarily pulling from her.
She held her hand out. "Please?"
He squeezed some of the cool lubricant into her hand. She let it warm to her hand before lowering it to him again. His eyes closed with pleasure as she slicked it over him with her hand. His breath caught in his throat in a low moan.
She caught the moan in a deep kiss. He dropped the bottle and grabbed her breasts. She moved her hips into him, impatient as ever.
His hands slid down her body. He gripped her hips and pulled them back. "Wait," he said. She sighed, pulling away.
He was hard in her hand. She slowed her strokes, prolonging the pleasure.
He poured the lubrication into his fingers. He watched her eyes as he pushed one slick finger between her lips into her heat. He rubbed his slick thumb against her sensitive clit.
She dropped her hands away from him, as he thrust into her, rubbing her in the way he knew drove her crazy. She moaned and arched her back into him.
As he continued, she rocked her hips against his fingers. She murmured encouragement to him.
She closed her eyes and let out a squeal of enjoyment as she orgasmed on his fingers. Her body clenched tight around him. He nearly came himself at the sensation. But he longed to feel it squeezing him tighter, from the inside.
When she recovered she kissed him again. "Make love to me," she moaned against him. "I want to feel you inside me."
"Yes," he said, teeth gritted.
He moved over her. A hand fitted between them. He spread her, guiding himself into her welcoming body. It was a familiar and new feeling all at once. It was new every time he eased in. He let himself sink deeply into her, groaning with each inch he moved.
He thrust slowly. In and out. Not wanting to hurt her. Holding back was excruciating, as his body lurched wanting to find fulfillment inside of her.
She moved against him quickly, urging him forward. She opened her eyes, watching his face, as their hips met again and again. She put her hands on him, feeling his breath quicken with each movement.
It seemed like moments and forever later, when the world inside him exploded. He came inside her with a grunt and two last weak thrusts.
She sighed contentedly, rubbing his back, holding him tight to her. The love for him swelled in her chest.
His chest pounded into her as he heaved for air.
She worried sometimes about the heaving. But, she knew he kept in shape. And, they'd kept an active sex life all this time.
He moved his weight off her and laid next to her, almost caught his breath again. She felt her body expand into the space he'd left.
"Not bad for an old guy right?"
"You're not an old guy. You are as sexy as the day I met you."
He kissed her. "I love you, like the day I met you."
She smiled up at him. "I loved you before I met you."
"You did?"
She nodded.
Monday, June 25, 2007
I am sorry, for you
She lowered herself to her knees before him. She kept her eyes lowered, the same as her voice. "Pleace give me a chance to show you how sorry I am."
There was a hint of a smile in her voice. He wondered how sorry she was. He started to stand. "That won't be necessary pet." He sat back down and with a finger under her chin and raised her gaze to meet his. "It was a misunderstanding yes?"
"Well, yes. But I should - I want to ..." Flustered and red faces, she dropped her head again. "Please."
He grabbed her ponytail and pulled her face up to look up at him. All the softness had gone out of his face, his voice was firm as he spoke. "Who is in charge of your punishment?"
"You." She avoided his eyes.
"Look at me then."
She swallowed and tensed as he turned her eyes toward him. "Yes sir." Her body shook, wanting to cower. Mentally she repeated You are not in charge. Someday, she would remember this.
"Are you sorry you asked?"
"She looked at him. The right answer was yes. "No. I thought I was right."
"I didn't think you were. I appreciate your honesty. I am going to make you sorry."
She furrowed her brow. Was it a test? He was going to make her sorry for being sorry. She was confused. Again.
She realized that he was waiting for her. She hoped he hadn't asked her any questions. "Yes. Sir. Thank you."
There was a hint of a smile in her voice. He wondered how sorry she was. He started to stand. "That won't be necessary pet." He sat back down and with a finger under her chin and raised her gaze to meet his. "It was a misunderstanding yes?"
"Well, yes. But I should - I want to ..." Flustered and red faces, she dropped her head again. "Please."
He grabbed her ponytail and pulled her face up to look up at him. All the softness had gone out of his face, his voice was firm as he spoke. "Who is in charge of your punishment?"
"You." She avoided his eyes.
"Look at me then."
She swallowed and tensed as he turned her eyes toward him. "Yes sir." Her body shook, wanting to cower. Mentally she repeated You are not in charge. Someday, she would remember this.
"Are you sorry you asked?"
"She looked at him. The right answer was yes. "No. I thought I was right."
"I didn't think you were. I appreciate your honesty. I am going to make you sorry."
She furrowed her brow. Was it a test? He was going to make her sorry for being sorry. She was confused. Again.
She realized that he was waiting for her. She hoped he hadn't asked her any questions. "Yes. Sir. Thank you."
Tuesday, June 05, 2007
Part One
She came out in a short black shirt. She hardly ever wore a skirt. Her bare legs glowed in the soft light from the window. He smiled, looking her over with hungry eyes. In one moment he imagined several erotic scenes. Kissing her, sliding his hand up her inner thigh, finding her without panties and wet. Bending her over a chair, a desk, a table; pulling the skirt up and taking her hard and fast from behind. Against the wall, he'd lift her, his pants around his ankles.
He let his breath out. The hot air, leaving his lungs. Then he gasped a few breathes in. He'd been so wrapped up in his appreciation that he'd forgotten to breath.
Without a word, he moved his body into hers. His hand caressed her neck, while his mouth possessed hers. His tongue swirled around her mouth- tasting, taking, holding her. His hands came around her breasts, moulding them. he felt her nipples go hard against the fabric of her shirt, while she tried to pull away from his kiss.
The blood pounded in his ears. Reluctant, he let go of her.
"Slow down," she said. "It's early and we are late."
"That's not my fault," he said, kissing her bare shoulder. He took another step back and took in her shirt for the first time. It was white and thin, low in the front. The back was a scrap of fabric wrapped around her waist. It tied around her neck. But his main concern was that the shirt was transparent. And she wasn't wearing a bra.
"Go put the black on one," he said. "You are not going out like that." She opened her mouth to protest. He waved his hand. "We could stay in if you prefer." There was a glint in his eyes, as he played out several more scenes in his mind. This time involving her being bent over, the skirt around her waist and him holding a cane or a whip. He waited for her to move ...
He let his breath out. The hot air, leaving his lungs. Then he gasped a few breathes in. He'd been so wrapped up in his appreciation that he'd forgotten to breath.
Without a word, he moved his body into hers. His hand caressed her neck, while his mouth possessed hers. His tongue swirled around her mouth- tasting, taking, holding her. His hands came around her breasts, moulding them. he felt her nipples go hard against the fabric of her shirt, while she tried to pull away from his kiss.
The blood pounded in his ears. Reluctant, he let go of her.
"Slow down," she said. "It's early and we are late."
"That's not my fault," he said, kissing her bare shoulder. He took another step back and took in her shirt for the first time. It was white and thin, low in the front. The back was a scrap of fabric wrapped around her waist. It tied around her neck. But his main concern was that the shirt was transparent. And she wasn't wearing a bra.
"Go put the black on one," he said. "You are not going out like that." She opened her mouth to protest. He waved his hand. "We could stay in if you prefer." There was a glint in his eyes, as he played out several more scenes in his mind. This time involving her being bent over, the skirt around her waist and him holding a cane or a whip. He waited for her to move ...
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