"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."
Sunday, November 18, 2007
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 ...
Tuesday, May 29, 2007
Quickie
She looked up at him from her knees.
"Tell me what you are."
She licked her lips, her mouth very dry. "A slut."
He tapped her shoulder wogger.coith the cane still in his hand. The cane whose bite she had come to know very well. Her legs still stung slightly. "Try again."
"Your whore?"
A smile crossed his lips. He quickly pushed it aside. "What do you want?"
She waited a few beats, searching for the best answer. "To please you."
"What do you want right now?"
"Your cock," she said, dropping her shoulders.
He nodded slightly. He walked away from her without a word. She watched with her eyes while he put the cane down and removed his clothes.
She shivered, clenching her hands.
He stood in front of her again. His cock hard. Her fingers itched to reach out and touch it, but she didn't dare move. The sting on her skin reminded her of that.
"Open your mouth."
She opened her mouth. He stepped forward, guiding his cock into her. She closed her mouth around it, applying light pressure with her mouth.
He wrapped her hair around his hands lightly. He watched her, letting her take the lead. She bobbed her head in and out, from his body. He let his head roll back, moaning a little.
His control snapped without warning. He pulled her by the hair, tight on his cock. She gagged and fought against the pressure, despite the pain.
Finally she resigned herself to trying to breath deeply, while he thrust into her mouth.
He shuddered suddenly. She gulped quickly.
He pulled out of her.
She smiled up at him, wiping her chin. She wished silently for a glass of water. "Well, wanna fuck me now? I'm really turned on."
"You are here for my pleasure. Not the other way around."
She sighed. "Clothes?" she said hopefully.
"Tell me what you are."
She licked her lips, her mouth very dry. "A slut."
He tapped her shoulder wogger.coith the cane still in his hand. The cane whose bite she had come to know very well. Her legs still stung slightly. "Try again."
"Your whore?"
A smile crossed his lips. He quickly pushed it aside. "What do you want?"
She waited a few beats, searching for the best answer. "To please you."
"What do you want right now?"
"Your cock," she said, dropping her shoulders.
He nodded slightly. He walked away from her without a word. She watched with her eyes while he put the cane down and removed his clothes.
She shivered, clenching her hands.
He stood in front of her again. His cock hard. Her fingers itched to reach out and touch it, but she didn't dare move. The sting on her skin reminded her of that.
"Open your mouth."
She opened her mouth. He stepped forward, guiding his cock into her. She closed her mouth around it, applying light pressure with her mouth.
He wrapped her hair around his hands lightly. He watched her, letting her take the lead. She bobbed her head in and out, from his body. He let his head roll back, moaning a little.
His control snapped without warning. He pulled her by the hair, tight on his cock. She gagged and fought against the pressure, despite the pain.
Finally she resigned herself to trying to breath deeply, while he thrust into her mouth.
He shuddered suddenly. She gulped quickly.
He pulled out of her.
She smiled up at him, wiping her chin. She wished silently for a glass of water. "Well, wanna fuck me now? I'm really turned on."
"You are here for my pleasure. Not the other way around."
She sighed. "Clothes?" she said hopefully.
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.
Tuesday, May 01, 2007
Thoughts
I think you know who you are. If you don't, look again.
I do think of you a lot. I wonder how it would feel to kiss you. Warm, hot, wet. What would your tongue taste like in my mouth, my tongue in yours. What your skin would feel like under my fingers. What it would taste like under my tongue. What would you feel like over me, beside me, in me.
Wondering, dreaming, fantasizing of you. It's one of my guilty pleasures.
I hope that answers the question.
I do think of you a lot. I wonder how it would feel to kiss you. Warm, hot, wet. What would your tongue taste like in my mouth, my tongue in yours. What your skin would feel like under my fingers. What it would taste like under my tongue. What would you feel like over me, beside me, in me.
Wondering, dreaming, fantasizing of you. It's one of my guilty pleasures.
I hope that answers the question.
Thursday, April 26, 2007
Tired ramblings and confessions of love.
The day's stres seeps from my bones. I am tired. I am overemotional.
I long to melt into you. To take in your heat. Bodies meld together. As if they are one - no beginning, no end. Just us.
I want to hear you speak. Your voice a soothing balm on my frayed nerves.
Your hands-warm on my skin- melting me. I feel like I may crack if you leave me here alone.
I wish it were enough. That I were enough. That I could love you as you love me- as I long for you-me-us to love.
I love you. Anyhow.
But we are not enough. I must fill myself up before I can truely let you in.
This has been my confession (abridged version).
I pray it gives me peace.
I long to melt into you. To take in your heat. Bodies meld together. As if they are one - no beginning, no end. Just us.
I want to hear you speak. Your voice a soothing balm on my frayed nerves.
Your hands-warm on my skin- melting me. I feel like I may crack if you leave me here alone.
I wish it were enough. That I were enough. That I could love you as you love me- as I long for you-me-us to love.
I love you. Anyhow.
But we are not enough. I must fill myself up before I can truely let you in.
This has been my confession (abridged version).
I pray it gives me peace.
Friday, April 06, 2007
A dream
He was laying in bed when she entered the room. His eyes were open, looking at the door. He smiled when he saw her. She closed the door behind her and turned off the overhead light. The lamp on the night stand shone an orange glow through out the lower half of the room.
She leaned over him and smoothed the blankets covering him. She pressed her lips gently to his forehead. "Sweet dreams."
He grabbed her upper arm and held her. She almost lost her balance as she tried to free herself. "I don't want just dreams."
"What?"
He raised his head and kissed her. "Stay."
She returned his kiss. Her lips parted, her tongue slipping out, lapping at him. Suddenly she pulled away. "I shouldn't."
He released his grip on her arms, letting her move to standing. "But you want to."
They shared a smile and she leaned over him again. She kissed him deeply, moving her body over his.
He peeled off her clothes. Caressing and tasting her naked skin.
She shivered under his touch. Her hands roaming the expanse of his body.
His hands tentatively caressed between her legs. His fingers sliding along the outer lips, dipping into the inner wetness within the folds.
He moved his body over hers.
She spread her legs, opening to him easily. He slipped into her as she waited.
Her body arched to meet his with each thrust. Tempo and friction building between them.
Suddenly he leaned over and gave a short, sharp cry, into her ear. His body stiffened then relaxed into her. Then he slumped over her, still breathing in her ear.
"I'm sorry," he said. "You didn't ..."
"Don't be sorry."
"but .."
"No. It's my gift to you."
What do you think dear readers: is this piece better titled: 'Stay' or 'The Gift'? Let me know please. This one came from a dream. A short daydream. There may be a longer version.
She leaned over him and smoothed the blankets covering him. She pressed her lips gently to his forehead. "Sweet dreams."
He grabbed her upper arm and held her. She almost lost her balance as she tried to free herself. "I don't want just dreams."
"What?"
He raised his head and kissed her. "Stay."
She returned his kiss. Her lips parted, her tongue slipping out, lapping at him. Suddenly she pulled away. "I shouldn't."
He released his grip on her arms, letting her move to standing. "But you want to."
They shared a smile and she leaned over him again. She kissed him deeply, moving her body over his.
He peeled off her clothes. Caressing and tasting her naked skin.
She shivered under his touch. Her hands roaming the expanse of his body.
His hands tentatively caressed between her legs. His fingers sliding along the outer lips, dipping into the inner wetness within the folds.
He moved his body over hers.
She spread her legs, opening to him easily. He slipped into her as she waited.
Her body arched to meet his with each thrust. Tempo and friction building between them.
Suddenly he leaned over and gave a short, sharp cry, into her ear. His body stiffened then relaxed into her. Then he slumped over her, still breathing in her ear.
"I'm sorry," he said. "You didn't ..."
"Don't be sorry."
"but .."
"No. It's my gift to you."
What do you think dear readers: is this piece better titled: 'Stay' or 'The Gift'? Let me know please. This one came from a dream. A short daydream. There may be a longer version.
Thursday, March 22, 2007
I have a thing for violet blue
I ducked into the nearest open office. My headphones were on loud. Violet Blue's voice poured into my ears as I listened to her podcast, "Open Source Sex." I thought about taking a break. I thought about sliding my hands into my pants and easing some of frustration building between my legs.
Outside of the office I saw a light turn on, so I stepped out. I brushed my hair back from my face, hoping I didn't look too flushed. Too late for anyone to be around, I thought. But, I was wrong.
I walked quickly, on my way out. I needed to be alone. I looked into the offices as I walked by, trying to find out who it was. Someone stepped out of their office as I made my way by. A familiar body -face - smile. I opened my mouth to speak a passing greeting, expecting the same in reply.
He stepped in front of me. A foot or two between our bodies. I could smell his cologne for the first time. I wanted to revel in the warm sensation. But, my mind jumped forward with confusion over this sudden presence.
I'm not sure if my byes closed or I just blinked. But, he had grabbed my arms, pulling my body to his warmth. I became rigid in his tense embrace. His face moving over mine, like the moon eclipsing the face of the sun. His lips pressed firmly against mine. There was no question in the kiss; it was a statement, a claim.
My mind was numb with shock. So, my body took over, responding in kind. My mouth opened to his tongue. It delved into, tasting, exploring. I thought I would go into sensory overload as I smelled, tasted and touched him all at once.
His teeth scraped over my bottom lip. His breath suddenly hissed. And he withdrew his warmth- his mouth, his hands, his body. He was standing away from me again- arms length away. I could hear him breathing rapidly. I lifted my hand to wipe the corner of my mouth.
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have come here. I shouldn't have done that."
My heart sank in disappointment. I turned, leaning against the wall, hoping to hide my expression. A thousand words were on my lips, but my mouth was too dry to speak. I shook my head. "It wasn't," I finally got out in a whisper.
I didn't think he heard, because I saw no visible reaction. But, then he moved in front of me again. His hand lifted to my face, his fingers stroking my cheek. "Sure?"
I lifted my hand to cover his. Our eyes met. I saw the concern in his eyes, I also saw the desire. I smiled. "yes."
The second kiss was more intoxicating. He buried his hands into my hair, holding my head, guiding me where he desired. I leaned my back against the wall, my body opening to him. My hands removed my ear phones, I unhooked the player from my waistband. I placed it blindly on a desk beside us.
He had firmly claimed my mouth. My body was pressing to his, my hands gripping at his neck trying to get closer to him. His hands moved from my hair, down my body. His warm fingers pulled my shirt from the waistband of my pants. His hands were a little rough against my bare skin as they crawled up my body, pulling my shirt with them.
He pulled his hands out from my shirt. They settled on my hips.
First his tongue retreated from teasing mine. Then his mouth.
Here came rejection, I thought. It was a nice kiss while it lasted. I didn't meet his eyes.
His thumb rubbed against my bottom lip. He raised my head until our eyes met. "I'm sorry I have to go."
I forced a smile onto my face. "It's okay," I said hoarsely.
He let go of and me and turned away, heading for the door. I followed slowly. I forced myself to feel numb as I watched his retreating back.
He pushed the door to the outside world open and then stopped. He turned and looked at me with a small smile on his lips.
"I'll see you tomorrow."
I tried to go further with this story, but the sex turned out to be very forced sounding. So I thought ending it here was more appropriate. It goes better with my fantasy world as well.
Outside of the office I saw a light turn on, so I stepped out. I brushed my hair back from my face, hoping I didn't look too flushed. Too late for anyone to be around, I thought. But, I was wrong.
I walked quickly, on my way out. I needed to be alone. I looked into the offices as I walked by, trying to find out who it was. Someone stepped out of their office as I made my way by. A familiar body -face - smile. I opened my mouth to speak a passing greeting, expecting the same in reply.
He stepped in front of me. A foot or two between our bodies. I could smell his cologne for the first time. I wanted to revel in the warm sensation. But, my mind jumped forward with confusion over this sudden presence.
I'm not sure if my byes closed or I just blinked. But, he had grabbed my arms, pulling my body to his warmth. I became rigid in his tense embrace. His face moving over mine, like the moon eclipsing the face of the sun. His lips pressed firmly against mine. There was no question in the kiss; it was a statement, a claim.
My mind was numb with shock. So, my body took over, responding in kind. My mouth opened to his tongue. It delved into, tasting, exploring. I thought I would go into sensory overload as I smelled, tasted and touched him all at once.
His teeth scraped over my bottom lip. His breath suddenly hissed. And he withdrew his warmth- his mouth, his hands, his body. He was standing away from me again- arms length away. I could hear him breathing rapidly. I lifted my hand to wipe the corner of my mouth.
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have come here. I shouldn't have done that."
My heart sank in disappointment. I turned, leaning against the wall, hoping to hide my expression. A thousand words were on my lips, but my mouth was too dry to speak. I shook my head. "It wasn't," I finally got out in a whisper.
I didn't think he heard, because I saw no visible reaction. But, then he moved in front of me again. His hand lifted to my face, his fingers stroking my cheek. "Sure?"
I lifted my hand to cover his. Our eyes met. I saw the concern in his eyes, I also saw the desire. I smiled. "yes."
The second kiss was more intoxicating. He buried his hands into my hair, holding my head, guiding me where he desired. I leaned my back against the wall, my body opening to him. My hands removed my ear phones, I unhooked the player from my waistband. I placed it blindly on a desk beside us.
He had firmly claimed my mouth. My body was pressing to his, my hands gripping at his neck trying to get closer to him. His hands moved from my hair, down my body. His warm fingers pulled my shirt from the waistband of my pants. His hands were a little rough against my bare skin as they crawled up my body, pulling my shirt with them.
He pulled his hands out from my shirt. They settled on my hips.
First his tongue retreated from teasing mine. Then his mouth.
Here came rejection, I thought. It was a nice kiss while it lasted. I didn't meet his eyes.
His thumb rubbed against my bottom lip. He raised my head until our eyes met. "I'm sorry I have to go."
I forced a smile onto my face. "It's okay," I said hoarsely.
He let go of and me and turned away, heading for the door. I followed slowly. I forced myself to feel numb as I watched his retreating back.
He pushed the door to the outside world open and then stopped. He turned and looked at me with a small smile on his lips.
"I'll see you tomorrow."
I tried to go further with this story, but the sex turned out to be very forced sounding. So I thought ending it here was more appropriate. It goes better with my fantasy world as well.
Thursday, March 01, 2007
You've been Missed
The ringing phone tore me from sleep. I rolled over and grabbed it, wanting it to stop. Groggy, I mumbled. "Hello?"
"I'm coming." The voice was strong and awake on the other end. The unspoken message was get yourself together, a warning.
I hung up the phone and sat up fully. I yawned widely, my hands busy pulling my tangled hair straight.
It seemed like a moment later the was a precursory knock on the door. I didn't retrieve my glasses I as I stumbled to the doorway. I heard the keys in the door as I leaned against the wall in the hall. I pulled my pants straight, my heart fluttering nervously in my chest. The door swung open.
I heard the lock click into place. My eyes flew open, my heart jumped into my throat. He turned his gaze on me. I blushed like a teenage girl, caught staring at her crush in the hall. Actually, except for the teenage part, it was exactly like that. I giggled and stepped back, unable to take my eyes off him.
He closed the space between us. Grabbing my upper arms, he pushed me against the wall. His mouth covered mine, a burning kiss between us. His tongue seared my mouth. I was branded - His.
My body became paralyzed between him and the wall. His mouth impressed upon mine, making love to me.
I gripped his upper arms. My fingertips dug into his biceps. I was holding on for dear life, as his passion swept me away.
He tore his mouth from mine, taking his heat with him. I shivered, suddenly cold. His hand dug into my hair, pulling my head back. "I missed you," he murmured. His teeth scrapped against the tender flesh of my throat.
I let go of his arms and started to push his jacket off of his shoulders. "I missed you too." My voice was throaty and breathless.
He shrugged the jacket off, letting it fall to the floor. I dropped my hands, becoming passive again. I dropped my gaze to his chest.
He tugged on my hair, lifting my head again. He kissed me again. His hands dropped, grabbing my top and working it over my tummy, my breasts. I lifted my arms letting him remove it from my body. I tried to keep up, returning his kisses. But, through my sleepy haze and his sudden appearance, I could only let him use my body. And to enjoy the attention he lavished on it.
I watched him through my lashes as he bent his head to my breast. His lips and tongue still hot from the kiss, took one nipple in.
I moaned, gyrating my hips. His hands on my waist encouraged the movement.
"Have you been a good girl while I've been away?" His question was a brief reprise from the sweet torture his mouth was giving me.
Before I could answer, he latched onto the second nipple. All thought left for several moments. I grappled to remember the question. "Yes." The reply was ground out from my clenched teeth. "I've tried to be good."
"Tell me everything. Now." His mouth trailed hot kisses down my belly. His tongue stopped to swirl my belly button.
I nearly missed the command in his voice. Had he been away that long?
His tongue was tickling, while his hands worked on the tie of my pants. I had to think fast, to answer before he got my pants down and his mouth was kissing, licking, sucking the heat of me.
"I got off a couple of times a week. While you were gone." I swallowed hard, as he slid the pants down my legs.
"Only a couple?" He stopped, looking up at me. "I'm disappointed. Were you thinking of me? That I would do this?" He pressed his mouth into the crotch of my panties, blowing hot air against my pussy through the thin material. He pulled back, looking at my crotch. "Look how wet you are already."
I nodded, whimpering and shaking from the effort of keeping still. "Yes I thought of you all the time."
"Did you think of me kissing your wet pussy?" He slipped my panties down my ankles. I was trapped by my clothing. If I tried to move I would likely fall over.
"No, I thought of fucking you."
"Always the cock." He put his thumb against my clit and rubbed a slow circle.
I nodded and whimpered.
"Any cock?"
"Just yours."
I leaned my head back against the wall, breathing a sigh of relief when he removed his thumb. Carefully, slowly, he used his fingers to open my pussy lips.
"Do you want this?" he asked.
My response was a tortured cry. "Yes I want you."
He didn't move. His thumb becoming still.
I sighed, gathering myself. "Yes, I want your mouth on my hot pussy."
I was open to him. I closed my eyes, anticipating, ready for him.
His tongue slid between the folds. Heat on heat, made me burst into flame.
"I'm coming." The voice was strong and awake on the other end. The unspoken message was get yourself together, a warning.
I hung up the phone and sat up fully. I yawned widely, my hands busy pulling my tangled hair straight.
It seemed like a moment later the was a precursory knock on the door. I didn't retrieve my glasses I as I stumbled to the doorway. I heard the keys in the door as I leaned against the wall in the hall. I pulled my pants straight, my heart fluttering nervously in my chest. The door swung open.
I heard the lock click into place. My eyes flew open, my heart jumped into my throat. He turned his gaze on me. I blushed like a teenage girl, caught staring at her crush in the hall. Actually, except for the teenage part, it was exactly like that. I giggled and stepped back, unable to take my eyes off him.
He closed the space between us. Grabbing my upper arms, he pushed me against the wall. His mouth covered mine, a burning kiss between us. His tongue seared my mouth. I was branded - His.
My body became paralyzed between him and the wall. His mouth impressed upon mine, making love to me.
I gripped his upper arms. My fingertips dug into his biceps. I was holding on for dear life, as his passion swept me away.
He tore his mouth from mine, taking his heat with him. I shivered, suddenly cold. His hand dug into my hair, pulling my head back. "I missed you," he murmured. His teeth scrapped against the tender flesh of my throat.
I let go of his arms and started to push his jacket off of his shoulders. "I missed you too." My voice was throaty and breathless.
He shrugged the jacket off, letting it fall to the floor. I dropped my hands, becoming passive again. I dropped my gaze to his chest.
He tugged on my hair, lifting my head again. He kissed me again. His hands dropped, grabbing my top and working it over my tummy, my breasts. I lifted my arms letting him remove it from my body. I tried to keep up, returning his kisses. But, through my sleepy haze and his sudden appearance, I could only let him use my body. And to enjoy the attention he lavished on it.
I watched him through my lashes as he bent his head to my breast. His lips and tongue still hot from the kiss, took one nipple in.
I moaned, gyrating my hips. His hands on my waist encouraged the movement.
"Have you been a good girl while I've been away?" His question was a brief reprise from the sweet torture his mouth was giving me.
Before I could answer, he latched onto the second nipple. All thought left for several moments. I grappled to remember the question. "Yes." The reply was ground out from my clenched teeth. "I've tried to be good."
"Tell me everything. Now." His mouth trailed hot kisses down my belly. His tongue stopped to swirl my belly button.
I nearly missed the command in his voice. Had he been away that long?
His tongue was tickling, while his hands worked on the tie of my pants. I had to think fast, to answer before he got my pants down and his mouth was kissing, licking, sucking the heat of me.
"I got off a couple of times a week. While you were gone." I swallowed hard, as he slid the pants down my legs.
"Only a couple?" He stopped, looking up at me. "I'm disappointed. Were you thinking of me? That I would do this?" He pressed his mouth into the crotch of my panties, blowing hot air against my pussy through the thin material. He pulled back, looking at my crotch. "Look how wet you are already."
I nodded, whimpering and shaking from the effort of keeping still. "Yes I thought of you all the time."
"Did you think of me kissing your wet pussy?" He slipped my panties down my ankles. I was trapped by my clothing. If I tried to move I would likely fall over.
"No, I thought of fucking you."
"Always the cock." He put his thumb against my clit and rubbed a slow circle.
I nodded and whimpered.
"Any cock?"
"Just yours."
I leaned my head back against the wall, breathing a sigh of relief when he removed his thumb. Carefully, slowly, he used his fingers to open my pussy lips.
"Do you want this?" he asked.
My response was a tortured cry. "Yes I want you."
He didn't move. His thumb becoming still.
I sighed, gathering myself. "Yes, I want your mouth on my hot pussy."
I was open to him. I closed my eyes, anticipating, ready for him.
His tongue slid between the folds. Heat on heat, made me burst into flame.
Thursday, February 08, 2007
Abandoned
I have not abandoned this blog. I'm just so insanely busy that writing for it is the at the very bottom of the to do list. I will return soon I hope. But it will be sporadic between now and April. Please be patient.
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