An excerpt, from something I hope to release in it's entirety someday. For free
He went and leaned against the wall just outside the bathroom, waiting to reassert his dominance, that he could control her. And himself. That it was just about sex.
When the bathroom door opened she was wrapped in a towel, her hair dripping and her face composed. She looked around the room, confusion in her eyes when she didn't see him. He grabbed her shoulders, making her cry out, and pushed her against the wall. He kissed her hard, punishing, bodies pressed together.
First she got stiff, moving into the wall, but as the kiss went on she softened, kissing him back, running her hands over his body. He unwound the towel from her body, dragging his hands rough over her breasts, tugging the nipples with his fingers.
He tore his mouth away from hers, and lowered it to her breast. Her fingers dug into his shoulders as he sucked a nipple hard into his mouth. And then he nipped with his teeth, making her cry out. He wanted to mark her as he moved to her other breast, biting into the skin, sucking licking.
She was very still as he abused her body. Her nails pressed into his skin through his shirt, he didn't care. He lifted his head and kissed again, one hand moving her legs apart. He rubbed against her hard, grinding into her soft mound. Looking into her eyes he growled, "I want you to beg me, Lucy. I'm not going to fuck you until you beg me. Don't come until I tell you too."
Separating the soft lips he rubbed her clitoris, pulling, tugging with the same violent motions he'd done to her breasts. "Do you understand?" he demanded.
Her eyes were glazed and she was moaning and squirming. "Yes." Her voice went higher as he pulled on her clit, "Yes. I understand. Please."
He shook his head and lowered himself before her. He bent his head between her legs and spread her pussy lips with his thumbs. Her knees went soft, expecting his soft tongue, but instead she gained his teeth. He bit into her clit, and she jerked away. He moved one hand to her back and pressed her forward into his mouth, tugging on her most sensitive area.
Her protests quickly turned to moans as he continued his misuse of her body. Once she fell into pleasure from the pain, he turned to licking between the lips, sucking her juices. Until she suddenly cried out, "Mac, please, I need you to fuck me. I need to come. I can't take anymore of this. Of your mouth. Fuck Mac."
He moved back to look up at her. He slipped a finger between her legs, not wanting to stop his torture. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "Mac, please shove your hard cock into wherever you want, just let me come."
He nodded, feeling her desperation seep into him. "Come for me then slut," he said, before he pressed his mouth to her pussy again, once more using his teeth on her.
Her entire body went aquiver as she came, down around his mouth. Her knees went week and
she nearly fell onto him, he lifted his body and grabbed her around the waist. "Good?" he asked, with a grin. He stood and picked her up and carried her to the bed.
He deposited her on the bed and then went to find the lube again. "On your hands and knees," he said, "ass toward the edge of the bed for me." He judged it would be the perfect height.
Once he was properly lubricated, he pulled her ass cheeks apart. With infinite control he eased into her tight ass. She shivered as he did, but didn't move otherwise. He didn't inquire to her enjoyment, it was no longer about her. His finger on her clit, rubbing in circles he thrust into her, knowing after teasing her for so long, and now being hugged tight by her body he wouldn't last long.
He groaned as desire took him and grabbed her hips, pulling her body back onto his cock as he came hard into her. His body shuddering, he managed to withdrawn before he fell onto her, pressing her to bed.
He was still panting as he made himself stand to retreat. He went into the bathroom and turned on the shower, trying to regain his composure. Not wanting to see Lucy until he had.
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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."
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, May 23, 2007
A preview
It had been a long week, an exciting week, but a long week nonetheless. Rough play, hot sex and showing herself off. When they hadn't been in bed, he'd wanted her in front of the camera. At least it seemed that way to her as she replayed the events in her mind. There was only one thing they hadn't done.
She rolled over onto her side, leaning over him. He smiled at her and stretched up for a kiss.
She lowered her head and kissed him. "Can I make a request?"
"Of course."
"I want you. I want you slow and soft and sweet."
He looked at her. She tapped her fingers on his chest, counting off the beats to keep her anxiety at bay. One, two, three, four ...
"Sweet?" He hummed as he brushed her hair back from her face.
She nodded, and looked away from him. Her face flushed red and hot. She wanted to crawl off the bed and retreat to the bathroom.
His slid his hand from her hair down her body, cupping her breast. He rubbed his thumb over her nipple. His eyes intent on her face, watching her eyes get wider and darker. He bent his head and kissed her nipple, sucking it into his mouth. His tongue moved in slow circles around it, until she had tipped her head back and let out a low moan. Then he let go and moved to her right breast and gave it the same attention.
"How am I doing?" he asked. His voice was hoarse.
She brought her attention back to him, focusing her eyes on his. A sharp intake of breath and then she managed to squeak out, "Good."
He smiled, putting his arm around her. He eased her onto her back, lifting his body over hers. He kissed her softly, his tongue sweeping her mouth.
She arched her body up to his, wanting to feel him inside. Her pussy was throbbing as she rubbed against him.
Reaching a hand between them, he pushed her hips down. "Not yet."
She whimpered and pushing up harder. He pulled back from her and looked at her sharply. Then she withdrew. "You always were too impatient," he muttered. He moved his body down and kissed between her breasts. Then down further, tracing his path with hot kisses.
He stopped and kissed both of her hips. His warm hands pressed on her inner thighs and moved them apart. He kissed each thigh in turn.
She trembled with anticipation, raising her head so she could look at him. He met her eyes and shook his head. "Lay back and relax. Enjoy."
She thought about arguing. She wanted to watch. But she gave in, laying down, she tried to reach out and touch his hair to have a connection with him, but she couldn't reach him.
He leaned his face in and kissed her heated center. Her desire was evident in the aroma wafting from her pussy. He couldn't believe he'd spent a whole week fucking her raw and hadn't once stopped to smell her, to taste her. He licked his lips in anticipation.
With soft fingers, he spread her pussy lips.
When his hot tongue hit her body she lifted her hips. She thought she was going to fly off the bed and he had barely touched her.
Without removing his mouth from her, he reached up with one hand and pressed her hips back down. He lapped at her between the folds of her labia.
He moaned softly into her, as he felt more fluid seep out of her body.
He held her down with one hand, the other spreading her pussy lips further. He licked at her clit, making her twist and cry out.
His hot tongue continued it's gentle lapping at her. She felt the heat rising in her body, from her toes to the tip of her head and out her fingers. She thought she might be on fire. She felt a deep pressure starting in her belly. Something more intense then she had felt all week.
She squeezed her muscles together, hoping to stave off the inevitable, hoping to slow down. But, his tongue knew just where to touch her and moments later her body was tensing and relaxing. She twisted her body, crying out his name over and over.
He held her hips down on the bed, continuing to suck on her pussy, until the waves of her orgasm stopped coming.
He moved up her body and kissed her deeply. "Sweet enough?"
"Oh god, I need to fuck you," she murmured.
He smiled at her, but didn't move.
"Please, I need to feel you inside me."
"Slow, remember?" he said, moving his body over hers.
He eased his cock into her. The entire time he had spent with her, she hadn't ever felt this wet and open. He moved his hips slowly. He tried to prolong the experience as she had asked. But, her reaction and how good her pussy felt, pulling him deeper inside, he couldn't go slowly. He was soon thrusting hard into her, almost pounding against her. He strained to go deeper, so he could find release.
He arched his back and gave a cry as he came inside of her. A few more thrusts and he was spent. He released his arms and let his body fall onto of hers.
"That was perfect," she said softly. She wrapped her arms around him, closing her eyes, wishing she could stay like this forever.
This is likely a preview to my Nanowrimo 07, Mack and Lucy. It hasn't been decided yet. But it was inspired by completly different events rather than NaNoWriMo.
She rolled over onto her side, leaning over him. He smiled at her and stretched up for a kiss.
She lowered her head and kissed him. "Can I make a request?"
"Of course."
"I want you. I want you slow and soft and sweet."
He looked at her. She tapped her fingers on his chest, counting off the beats to keep her anxiety at bay. One, two, three, four ...
"Sweet?" He hummed as he brushed her hair back from her face.
She nodded, and looked away from him. Her face flushed red and hot. She wanted to crawl off the bed and retreat to the bathroom.
His slid his hand from her hair down her body, cupping her breast. He rubbed his thumb over her nipple. His eyes intent on her face, watching her eyes get wider and darker. He bent his head and kissed her nipple, sucking it into his mouth. His tongue moved in slow circles around it, until she had tipped her head back and let out a low moan. Then he let go and moved to her right breast and gave it the same attention.
"How am I doing?" he asked. His voice was hoarse.
She brought her attention back to him, focusing her eyes on his. A sharp intake of breath and then she managed to squeak out, "Good."
He smiled, putting his arm around her. He eased her onto her back, lifting his body over hers. He kissed her softly, his tongue sweeping her mouth.
She arched her body up to his, wanting to feel him inside. Her pussy was throbbing as she rubbed against him.
Reaching a hand between them, he pushed her hips down. "Not yet."
She whimpered and pushing up harder. He pulled back from her and looked at her sharply. Then she withdrew. "You always were too impatient," he muttered. He moved his body down and kissed between her breasts. Then down further, tracing his path with hot kisses.
He stopped and kissed both of her hips. His warm hands pressed on her inner thighs and moved them apart. He kissed each thigh in turn.
She trembled with anticipation, raising her head so she could look at him. He met her eyes and shook his head. "Lay back and relax. Enjoy."
She thought about arguing. She wanted to watch. But she gave in, laying down, she tried to reach out and touch his hair to have a connection with him, but she couldn't reach him.
He leaned his face in and kissed her heated center. Her desire was evident in the aroma wafting from her pussy. He couldn't believe he'd spent a whole week fucking her raw and hadn't once stopped to smell her, to taste her. He licked his lips in anticipation.
With soft fingers, he spread her pussy lips.
When his hot tongue hit her body she lifted her hips. She thought she was going to fly off the bed and he had barely touched her.
Without removing his mouth from her, he reached up with one hand and pressed her hips back down. He lapped at her between the folds of her labia.
He moaned softly into her, as he felt more fluid seep out of her body.
He held her down with one hand, the other spreading her pussy lips further. He licked at her clit, making her twist and cry out.
His hot tongue continued it's gentle lapping at her. She felt the heat rising in her body, from her toes to the tip of her head and out her fingers. She thought she might be on fire. She felt a deep pressure starting in her belly. Something more intense then she had felt all week.
She squeezed her muscles together, hoping to stave off the inevitable, hoping to slow down. But, his tongue knew just where to touch her and moments later her body was tensing and relaxing. She twisted her body, crying out his name over and over.
He held her hips down on the bed, continuing to suck on her pussy, until the waves of her orgasm stopped coming.
He moved up her body and kissed her deeply. "Sweet enough?"
"Oh god, I need to fuck you," she murmured.
He smiled at her, but didn't move.
"Please, I need to feel you inside me."
"Slow, remember?" he said, moving his body over hers.
He eased his cock into her. The entire time he had spent with her, she hadn't ever felt this wet and open. He moved his hips slowly. He tried to prolong the experience as she had asked. But, her reaction and how good her pussy felt, pulling him deeper inside, he couldn't go slowly. He was soon thrusting hard into her, almost pounding against her. He strained to go deeper, so he could find release.
He arched his back and gave a cry as he came inside of her. A few more thrusts and he was spent. He released his arms and let his body fall onto of hers.
"That was perfect," she said softly. She wrapped her arms around him, closing her eyes, wishing she could stay like this forever.
This is likely a preview to my Nanowrimo 07, Mack and Lucy. It hasn't been decided yet. But it was inspired by completly different events rather than NaNoWriMo.
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