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.
Thursday, August 23, 2007
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.
Monday, January 08, 2007
A return to romance
She laid next to him. Her breathing was rapid, but quiet as she listened for him. His chest moved rapidly, but there was no sound. He faced away from her so she couldn't see his face.
She lifted her head and then lay back down. Her hair fell over her face, obscuring her view even more.
She sighed a little. "I may be the stupidest girl who ever lived."
"Why?" he asked, his voice a bit of a groan, "do you say that?"
Neither of them moved, a breath passing between them.
"I love you." She held her breath, listening for a subtle change in him. "I've tried to let go. But no matter who I love, the feelings can't compare."
She didn't wait for a reply. She didn't hold her breath. She didn't sit up and look at him waiting for answer.
She rolled out of bed and walked to the bathroom. She turned the shower on pushed her head under the warm flow of the water, drowning out any sound he might make.
She lifted her head and then lay back down. Her hair fell over her face, obscuring her view even more.
She sighed a little. "I may be the stupidest girl who ever lived."
"Why?" he asked, his voice a bit of a groan, "do you say that?"
Neither of them moved, a breath passing between them.
"I love you." She held her breath, listening for a subtle change in him. "I've tried to let go. But no matter who I love, the feelings can't compare."
She didn't wait for a reply. She didn't hold her breath. She didn't sit up and look at him waiting for answer.
She rolled out of bed and walked to the bathroom. She turned the shower on pushed her head under the warm flow of the water, drowning out any sound he might make.
Wednesday, January 03, 2007
Do you know ...
Do you know how beauitful you are?
My fingers long to feel your skin-
My mouth longs to taste yours-
Your heat on my body-in my body
Leaving your mark on me.
I kneel before you- bow my head
I offer myself to you.
Would you take it?
My fingers long to feel your skin-
My mouth longs to taste yours-
Your heat on my body-in my body
Leaving your mark on me.
I kneel before you- bow my head
I offer myself to you.
Would you take it?
Wednesday, December 20, 2006
Just can't get clean.
"Go start the shower."
I stand and go to the bathroom. Leaning in, turning on the shower. Holding one hand under the pouring water, the other adjusting the temperature until it's just the way you like it. I stick my head out the door and call that it's ready.
You come in, undress, dropping your clothes on the floor. I sigh and stand to the side, watching your naked body. My body responds and I shift.
I stay watching as you get under the warm spray and wash yourself. I get the towel ready thinking you will turn the water off and step out. Instead you beckon me into the shower. I start to undress but you shake your head. "Just get in here now."
I closes my eyes and breath. "Oh."
I step under the spray, feeling it cover my shirt and pants, a muttered prayer of thanks that I'm not wearing jeans. I brush my hair back from my face, wiping the water away.
Your hand on the top of my head pushes me down. I lower myself to my knees, squaring my body in front of yours, my head at your crotch.
I glance up at you briefly, but you aren't looking at me. I take your half hard cock into my mouth, sucking a little. Your hand pets the side of my hair, moving me so you can stand under the warm water.
I shiver, the warmth of the water taken off of me. I feel your cock growing hard in my mouth, on my tongue. I start to bob my head, your cock moving in and out of my mouth. Your hands tighten on the sides of my heads, and I take a deep breath, relaxing my whole body.
You just hold me, your hands moving with my head. I hold you in my mouth, deep, relaxing. Your cock threatening to push against my reflex. I use my tongue to press your cock to the roof of my mouth. Once I am relaxed, I continue, pulling you deeper into my mouth.
Your hands stroke my hair again. I smile to myself, pleased with the reaction.
I am getting tired, my mouth is sore. You notice I am becoming lax. You grab the sides of my hair and start pulling and pushing my head in and out. Then, you are thrusting your hips into my face. Your cock deep in my mouth, pressing deeper.
I focus on my hands on your hips. Suppressing the need to sputter as you thrust, hitting the back of my mouth.
Your body shudders, becoming stiff. You come into my mouth. I gulp, with a shudder. You turn the water off and then pull your cock out of my mouth. You look down at me, smiling and shaking your head. "Dirty even in the shower."
I stand and go to the bathroom. Leaning in, turning on the shower. Holding one hand under the pouring water, the other adjusting the temperature until it's just the way you like it. I stick my head out the door and call that it's ready.
You come in, undress, dropping your clothes on the floor. I sigh and stand to the side, watching your naked body. My body responds and I shift.
I stay watching as you get under the warm spray and wash yourself. I get the towel ready thinking you will turn the water off and step out. Instead you beckon me into the shower. I start to undress but you shake your head. "Just get in here now."
I closes my eyes and breath. "Oh."
I step under the spray, feeling it cover my shirt and pants, a muttered prayer of thanks that I'm not wearing jeans. I brush my hair back from my face, wiping the water away.
Your hand on the top of my head pushes me down. I lower myself to my knees, squaring my body in front of yours, my head at your crotch.
I glance up at you briefly, but you aren't looking at me. I take your half hard cock into my mouth, sucking a little. Your hand pets the side of my hair, moving me so you can stand under the warm water.
I shiver, the warmth of the water taken off of me. I feel your cock growing hard in my mouth, on my tongue. I start to bob my head, your cock moving in and out of my mouth. Your hands tighten on the sides of my heads, and I take a deep breath, relaxing my whole body.
You just hold me, your hands moving with my head. I hold you in my mouth, deep, relaxing. Your cock threatening to push against my reflex. I use my tongue to press your cock to the roof of my mouth. Once I am relaxed, I continue, pulling you deeper into my mouth.
Your hands stroke my hair again. I smile to myself, pleased with the reaction.
I am getting tired, my mouth is sore. You notice I am becoming lax. You grab the sides of my hair and start pulling and pushing my head in and out. Then, you are thrusting your hips into my face. Your cock deep in my mouth, pressing deeper.
I focus on my hands on your hips. Suppressing the need to sputter as you thrust, hitting the back of my mouth.
Your body shudders, becoming stiff. You come into my mouth. I gulp, with a shudder. You turn the water off and then pull your cock out of my mouth. You look down at me, smiling and shaking your head. "Dirty even in the shower."
Friday, December 15, 2006
Task complete, Master.
She kneeled before him, her forehead on his knees. She focused on his feet as his hand stroked her hair. They were both bare, clothing having been discarded much earlier. "What can I do to please you?" She lifted her head looking at him.
"That is something you need to think of." He tugged her hair, affectionately.
She sighed and leaned down again. Did he make it difficult on purpose? She tried to think of what he would like. She kissed his knee, trailing kisses up his leg. She pushed her way into his crotch
with her head. He leaned back, keeping one hand on the back of her head. She kissed and licked at his soft cock, making him jump.
With one hand she stroked his cock, watching it harden. With her other, she pulled his hand to touch her breast, begging him to touch her silently. He let her use his hand to fondle her, not actively
participating.
"Lay down," his voice soft. She jumps still, and then removes her hands from his body. She moves away from any furniture and lays herself on the rug. She spreads her legs slightly, her arms out to
the sides, waiting for him. "Be still now. And quiet. Eyes open."
She started to close her eyes and then opened them again. She looked at him, attention focused as his hands started at her neck, caressing lightly. He tickled down her chest, over her stomach, making her
jump. Giggles threatening. Then harder , caressing her breasts, tenderly feeling her. Molding her flesh to his hands, rolling her nipples between his fingers.
She started to moan, the gentle touch assaulting her senses. He moved a hand between her legs, rub lightly at her lips. He watched her face as he slid a finger between the slick lips, pressing his finger
lightly against her clit. She moaned loudly, spreading her legs wider.
He pushed them back together. "Still and quiet."
She nodded, biting her bottom lip. "Okay," it was a whisper.
He smiled and leaned over kissing her. She reached up, clinging to his lips, while his finger, the only part of him touching her, assaulted her clit gently. Soon she was rocking her hips, and moaning again.
"I don't want you to come. Wait until I tell you."
She nodded, grasping at the floor. He continued making slow circles on her clit. She was gasping, her breath catching in her throat each time she thought about begging to come.
Suddenly he pulled his finger away. She felt her body go jelly as she melted into the floor, relaxing.
"Make me come first. Then you may come. Without your mouth."
She gaped at him. She couldn't use her mouth and she couldn't fuck him, because she would come the instant he was buried inside of her pussy. She put one hand on her ass. It wouldn't be the most pleasant part of the day.
"Lay down please."
He stretched out on the floor, smiling at her. "Hold on," she said, retrieving the lube, from where it was discarded earlier. She used her hands to coat his cock thickly with the lube.
Using her hands she eased his cock into her ass. She bit her lip, going slowly, trying to give her body time to adjust. He grabbed her hips and moved her steadily down until there was no further to go.
She fought the urge to resist his guidance. Then, not letting herself take a moment to get used to the feeling she lifted her body off of him and then slowly back in. He nodded his approval and she kept
going. Soon she was feeling more relaxed, opening to him.
"Faster," he urged. She thrust faster, concentrating on his face. If she lost focus she would get tense again and the discomfort would return.
She watched him carefully, waiting for signs that he was going to come. She thrust harder, faster, caressing his chest with her fingers. He groaned and matched her thrusts, lifting his hips.
She clenched around him a little. She felt him thrust slower, moving stiffly. His face contorted into a grimace as he came into her.
When he had stopped shuddering, she lifted her body off his. Feeling stretched, she sank down on the floor next to him. "Use your fingers."
She panted, spreading her knees to expose her pussy. She stayed on her knees, bending over a little to push three fingers into herself. She thrust them into herself. He murmured encouragement to her, while
she used her fingers to get herself off. With her other hand she pinched her clit, pulling it. She trembled a little.
"May i?" she asked, lifting her eyes to meet his.
He waited a few beats before nodding. She twisted her clit lightly, spreading her fingers inside her pussy, thrusting them, spreading herself.
She gasped loudly, arching her back and removing her fingers
Tuesday, November 28, 2006
Friday, November 03, 2006
This is totally unedited
But people appear to be reading this page so I wanted to put some new material up, while I'm busy with NaNoWriMo. Althought most aren't staying on the page long ...
So, here is the first sex scene from my NaNo. I will spell check it but otherwise it is completely unedited.
They were both more than little drunk. Their respective dates had made sure they got home safely, after they declined to go for breakfast. They both stood outside their apartment, fumbling with the keys.
Finally they stumbled inside, both shushing the other. “We should go to bed,” Amy said.
“Yes. I’m not a little bit sleepy.”
“Me neither. I’m wired from dancing. I haven’t had that much fun in ages.”
“Me neither. I think the guys were a little upset that we were more interested in dancing with each other then them.”
Amy shrugged with a short laugh. “I think they enjoyed watching us move together. We were on fire.”
They stopped talking and found themselves standing close again. Amy touched Gabi’s hand. “Will you sleep with me?”
Gabi didn’t stop to think about how strange that request was. She nodded. Amy grasped her hand and pulled her to her room. Gabi stood in the doorway and surveyed the room. Previously she had only peeked her head in the room. She and Amy weren’t that close. They had only been living together for 6 months.
The room was done in black and red. The walls were covered with material in those colours, alternating lengths about four feet wide. The bed was covered in a blanket made of the same material. There was a vanity with lights on it in the corner, which was covered in various things, makeup, clothing, shoes and books. The floor was free from clutter. Gabi wondered where Amy kept her clothing. There must be a closet behind the fabric somewhere she decided.
Gabi kicked off her shoes and sighed with the delicious feeling of having her feet on the soft carpet and out of the high heels she had been wearing for far too long. And had done far too much dancing in.
Gabi looked up and realized that Amy was stripping out of the clothes she had wore to the club. She stood in her bra and panties before pulling a long t-shirt over her head.
Gabi didn’t know what to do. Should she sleep in her dress or go to her room and get some night clothes? She was partial to sleeping in her tank top and shorts. Gabi looked at the door and started toward it.
Amy stopped her by crossing the room and touching her Gabi’s waist. Gabi looked at Amy, her heart suddenly pounding. She saw the look of lust in Amy’s eyes and wanted to flee from it. She always thought Amy was beautiful, but she had no sexual interest in women. Did she?
Gabi didn’t have time to ponder the question. Amy had put her arms around Gabi and was pulling at the zipper of her dress. It gave under the gentle tugging of Amy’s slender fingers. Amy smiled and slid the dress off Gabi’s shoulders and let it fall to the floor.
Amy was chewing on her bottom lip as she stepped back and looked at Gabi. Gabi wondered what in the world Amy could be thinking about, while she stood shivering a little under the gaze.
“Cold?” Amy asked.
Gabi shook her head.
“Fear?”
Gabi nodded a little. Amy smoothed Gabi’s hair down. “I’ll go slow.”
Gabi nodded again. She wanted to tell Amy she didn’t like women, that she didn’t know what to do, that she wanted to go to her own bed. But she knew that none of those thoughts were true. She wanted Amy to touch her and she wanted to feel Amy’s softness. She wanted to move into and drink it in.
Amy put her body against Gabi’s, lightly touching from chest to hip. Gabi’s lips parted a little and she half closed her eyes.
Gabi closed her eyes when she felt Amy’s lips brush against hers. When the warmth and softness of them was removed she opened them wide and leaned closer to Amy.
Amy smiled across at Gabi, then pressed their lips together again. Gabi wasn’t sure if the sigh was hers or Amy’s but it was nice anyway. Their bodies melded together as their arms went around each other. Their mouths opened and the kiss deepened. Then it waned a little, Amy giving Gabi time to adjust. Then, when Gabi opened her mouth again Amy delved her tongue inside.
Gabi gasped and tensed. Amy’s soft insist tongue against hers coaxed her into responding. Gabi rubbed her tongue against Amy’s and chasing it into Amy’s mouth when it retreated.
It was Gabi’s hands that made the first move. First, along Amy’s sides, tickling, until Amy was squirming and trying to grab Gabi’s hands. They pulled apart a little, giggling.
Amy interlaced her fingers with Gabi’s. “No tickling. Try a caress.” Amy turned their hands and put Gabi’s hand on her breast. She forced it to close a little, squeezing. Gabi felt the nipple respond to the little touch.
Amy removed her hand and kissed Gabi again. Gabi kept gently squeezing Amy’s breast. Then she rubbed her palm against the hard center. She felt the nipple respond again, through the fabric of Amy’s bra and shirt.
Gabi put her arms around Amy and slide her hands down her back. When she reached Amy’s buttocks she squeezed a little and then lifted the hem of the shirt. Moving her hands up she found the clasp of Amy’s bra and undid it.
Amy sighed a little into Gabi’s mouth as she felt her breasts freed.
Gabi ran her hands back up Amy’s bare back, lifting the shirt as she moved. Amy took a half step back and pulled her shirt off over her head and let it drop to the floor. Then she pushed the straps of her bra down her arms. Gabi wanted the black satin contrast against Amy’s pale skin. Then Amy moved into Gabi again.
“Maybe we should move to the bed,” Gabi panted, as Amy’s mouth hovered over it.
Amy grinned. “You sure you’re nervous about this? I could swear you’ve done this sort of thing before.”
“I’ve done sex and make out before. Just never with a girl. Never with someone so beautiful.” Gabi let her eyes roam Amy’s body. She started blushing as Amy took her hand and pulled her down onto the bed.
“Don’t tell me you are suddenly going to get shy?” Amy said, putting a hand on Gabi’s shoulder.
Gabi laid her head down and watched Amy. Amy shook her head and kissed Gabi. That made Gabi forget to be shy and she let her hands roam lightly around Amy’s back.
Amy undid Gabi’s bra and pulled it off. She tossed it to the floor. With one hand she caressed Gabi’s breast, flicking her thumb over the nipple, listening to the sharp inhale of breath turn to panting. Gabi tentatively caressed Amy’s breast, one in each hand. She was watching her hands closely as she let a finger trail across a nipple. The motion caused Amy to stop moving, to stop playing with Amy. Gabi circled the finger around the nipple.
She looked up at Amy who was staring at Gabi with an open mouth. Then, with a burst of self-confidence, Gabi bent her head and flicked her tongue on the nipple. Amy put her hands on Gabi’s head, worming her fingers into the hair, holding Gabi close to her body.
Gabi sucked the nipple into her mouth. She suckled it sweetly, while swirling her tongue. Her hand on the other nipple, twisting it between her thumb and forefinger. Amy was moaning and moving restlessly. Her hands were pulling Gabi’s hair.
Gabi lifted her head with a grin up toward Amy. Then she put her mouth on the other nipple, lavishing the same attention there. When she was done with that she slid further down and kissed Amy’s bare stomach. She planted little kisses along the waist of Amy’s panties.
Amy tried to pull Gabi back up but Gabi shook her head. Instead, Gabi put her hands on Amy’s thighs and pushed them gently apart. Gabi kissed Amy’s crotch through the panties, feeling the wet that had soaked through. Gabi licked at it, tasting her new lover for the first time.
When Gabi lifted her gaze Amy was staring at her. Between pants Amy said, “I thought I’d have to coax you or convince you into my bed. If I had known you were this easy I would have jumped on you the moment you moved in.”
Gabi giggled while she worked her hands into Amy’s panties. She pulled them down slowly. “This is all a little surprising for me. But I’m doing what I feel.”
Gabi was a little surprised to find that Amy’s pussy was completely free of hair. “Brazilian wax,” Amy replied to the look on Gabi’s face.
Gabi nodded slowly. She let her fingers touch the mound. It felt velvety and soft. Nothing like her own pussy which she kept trimmed, but never had dared to go bare herself. With the observation of a scientist, Gabi used her fingers to pull the lips apart.
Amy’s juices coated the lower inner lips. The inner lips were dark and begging. Gabi slid a finger inside, lubricating it with Amy’s juice. She moved her finger slowly up and down the slit, making Amy move impatiently. She touched Amy’s clit with her wet finger, making Amy jump.
Gabi removed her finger. “No, don’t stop,” Amy panted.
Gabi touched Amy’s clit again. It felt big, much bigger then Gabi’s. Gabi rubbed the clit in little circles, stopping frequently to gather more liquid on her finger.
Amy was moaning and lifting her hips. Suddenly she cried out loudly and shuddered several times. Then Amy lay still on the bed, gulping in air.
“Wow,” Gabi said.
“Wow indeed,” Amy replied.
Gabi blushed.
“I want to taste you,” Amy said.
“I want another taste of you as well.”
Amy told Gabi to lay on the bed. She then put her head between Gabi’s legs. She put her feet on either side of Gabi’s head. Gabi lifted her head into Amy’s crotch and inhaled the smell of sex lingering there.
Amy’s tongue was pressed against Gabi’s mound. Gabi sighed, which quickly turned into a moan when Amy’s tongue touched her clit. “You taste good,” Amy announced, lifting her mouth away for a brief moment.
Using her fingers, Gabi spread Amy’s labia. Then she opened her mouth and suckled onto Amy’s clit.
The two women sucked and licked at each other until they were both shaking.
Amy lay down next to Gabi and looked at her. “Have you had one?”
Gabi shook her head. “It’s okay.”
Amy wormed her hand between Gabi’s legs. Gabi closed her eyes with a sigh when Amy pushed two fingers inside of her cunt. Amy thrust them in and out, while she panted in Gabi’s ear. Gabi groaned and arched her hips upward.
As the pressure inside her pussy built Gabi started to thrust her hips up and down. “More, more,” she panted out to Amy.
Amy kissed her softly and slid a third finger into Gabi’s throbbing pussy. Gabi tensed her pussy muscles around Amy’s fingers, at the same time moving her hand down between her legs, touching a finger to her clit.
Gabi was clinging to Amy as she felt herself explode from the inside. Her cunt clenching in waves around Amy’s still thrusting fingers. A final flood of liquid seeping out of her and onto Amy’s fingers.
Smiling at Gabi, Amy pulled her fingers out. She put her fingers to Gabi’s mouth. Gabi opened and sucked the fingers clean.
So, here is the first sex scene from my NaNo. I will spell check it but otherwise it is completely unedited.
They were both more than little drunk. Their respective dates had made sure they got home safely, after they declined to go for breakfast. They both stood outside their apartment, fumbling with the keys.
Finally they stumbled inside, both shushing the other. “We should go to bed,” Amy said.
“Yes. I’m not a little bit sleepy.”
“Me neither. I’m wired from dancing. I haven’t had that much fun in ages.”
“Me neither. I think the guys were a little upset that we were more interested in dancing with each other then them.”
Amy shrugged with a short laugh. “I think they enjoyed watching us move together. We were on fire.”
They stopped talking and found themselves standing close again. Amy touched Gabi’s hand. “Will you sleep with me?”
Gabi didn’t stop to think about how strange that request was. She nodded. Amy grasped her hand and pulled her to her room. Gabi stood in the doorway and surveyed the room. Previously she had only peeked her head in the room. She and Amy weren’t that close. They had only been living together for 6 months.
The room was done in black and red. The walls were covered with material in those colours, alternating lengths about four feet wide. The bed was covered in a blanket made of the same material. There was a vanity with lights on it in the corner, which was covered in various things, makeup, clothing, shoes and books. The floor was free from clutter. Gabi wondered where Amy kept her clothing. There must be a closet behind the fabric somewhere she decided.
Gabi kicked off her shoes and sighed with the delicious feeling of having her feet on the soft carpet and out of the high heels she had been wearing for far too long. And had done far too much dancing in.
Gabi looked up and realized that Amy was stripping out of the clothes she had wore to the club. She stood in her bra and panties before pulling a long t-shirt over her head.
Gabi didn’t know what to do. Should she sleep in her dress or go to her room and get some night clothes? She was partial to sleeping in her tank top and shorts. Gabi looked at the door and started toward it.
Amy stopped her by crossing the room and touching her Gabi’s waist. Gabi looked at Amy, her heart suddenly pounding. She saw the look of lust in Amy’s eyes and wanted to flee from it. She always thought Amy was beautiful, but she had no sexual interest in women. Did she?
Gabi didn’t have time to ponder the question. Amy had put her arms around Gabi and was pulling at the zipper of her dress. It gave under the gentle tugging of Amy’s slender fingers. Amy smiled and slid the dress off Gabi’s shoulders and let it fall to the floor.
Amy was chewing on her bottom lip as she stepped back and looked at Gabi. Gabi wondered what in the world Amy could be thinking about, while she stood shivering a little under the gaze.
“Cold?” Amy asked.
Gabi shook her head.
“Fear?”
Gabi nodded a little. Amy smoothed Gabi’s hair down. “I’ll go slow.”
Gabi nodded again. She wanted to tell Amy she didn’t like women, that she didn’t know what to do, that she wanted to go to her own bed. But she knew that none of those thoughts were true. She wanted Amy to touch her and she wanted to feel Amy’s softness. She wanted to move into and drink it in.
Amy put her body against Gabi’s, lightly touching from chest to hip. Gabi’s lips parted a little and she half closed her eyes.
Gabi closed her eyes when she felt Amy’s lips brush against hers. When the warmth and softness of them was removed she opened them wide and leaned closer to Amy.
Amy smiled across at Gabi, then pressed their lips together again. Gabi wasn’t sure if the sigh was hers or Amy’s but it was nice anyway. Their bodies melded together as their arms went around each other. Their mouths opened and the kiss deepened. Then it waned a little, Amy giving Gabi time to adjust. Then, when Gabi opened her mouth again Amy delved her tongue inside.
Gabi gasped and tensed. Amy’s soft insist tongue against hers coaxed her into responding. Gabi rubbed her tongue against Amy’s and chasing it into Amy’s mouth when it retreated.
It was Gabi’s hands that made the first move. First, along Amy’s sides, tickling, until Amy was squirming and trying to grab Gabi’s hands. They pulled apart a little, giggling.
Amy interlaced her fingers with Gabi’s. “No tickling. Try a caress.” Amy turned their hands and put Gabi’s hand on her breast. She forced it to close a little, squeezing. Gabi felt the nipple respond to the little touch.
Amy removed her hand and kissed Gabi again. Gabi kept gently squeezing Amy’s breast. Then she rubbed her palm against the hard center. She felt the nipple respond again, through the fabric of Amy’s bra and shirt.
Gabi put her arms around Amy and slide her hands down her back. When she reached Amy’s buttocks she squeezed a little and then lifted the hem of the shirt. Moving her hands up she found the clasp of Amy’s bra and undid it.
Amy sighed a little into Gabi’s mouth as she felt her breasts freed.
Gabi ran her hands back up Amy’s bare back, lifting the shirt as she moved. Amy took a half step back and pulled her shirt off over her head and let it drop to the floor. Then she pushed the straps of her bra down her arms. Gabi wanted the black satin contrast against Amy’s pale skin. Then Amy moved into Gabi again.
“Maybe we should move to the bed,” Gabi panted, as Amy’s mouth hovered over it.
Amy grinned. “You sure you’re nervous about this? I could swear you’ve done this sort of thing before.”
“I’ve done sex and make out before. Just never with a girl. Never with someone so beautiful.” Gabi let her eyes roam Amy’s body. She started blushing as Amy took her hand and pulled her down onto the bed.
“Don’t tell me you are suddenly going to get shy?” Amy said, putting a hand on Gabi’s shoulder.
Gabi laid her head down and watched Amy. Amy shook her head and kissed Gabi. That made Gabi forget to be shy and she let her hands roam lightly around Amy’s back.
Amy undid Gabi’s bra and pulled it off. She tossed it to the floor. With one hand she caressed Gabi’s breast, flicking her thumb over the nipple, listening to the sharp inhale of breath turn to panting. Gabi tentatively caressed Amy’s breast, one in each hand. She was watching her hands closely as she let a finger trail across a nipple. The motion caused Amy to stop moving, to stop playing with Amy. Gabi circled the finger around the nipple.
She looked up at Amy who was staring at Gabi with an open mouth. Then, with a burst of self-confidence, Gabi bent her head and flicked her tongue on the nipple. Amy put her hands on Gabi’s head, worming her fingers into the hair, holding Gabi close to her body.
Gabi sucked the nipple into her mouth. She suckled it sweetly, while swirling her tongue. Her hand on the other nipple, twisting it between her thumb and forefinger. Amy was moaning and moving restlessly. Her hands were pulling Gabi’s hair.
Gabi lifted her head with a grin up toward Amy. Then she put her mouth on the other nipple, lavishing the same attention there. When she was done with that she slid further down and kissed Amy’s bare stomach. She planted little kisses along the waist of Amy’s panties.
Amy tried to pull Gabi back up but Gabi shook her head. Instead, Gabi put her hands on Amy’s thighs and pushed them gently apart. Gabi kissed Amy’s crotch through the panties, feeling the wet that had soaked through. Gabi licked at it, tasting her new lover for the first time.
When Gabi lifted her gaze Amy was staring at her. Between pants Amy said, “I thought I’d have to coax you or convince you into my bed. If I had known you were this easy I would have jumped on you the moment you moved in.”
Gabi giggled while she worked her hands into Amy’s panties. She pulled them down slowly. “This is all a little surprising for me. But I’m doing what I feel.”
Gabi was a little surprised to find that Amy’s pussy was completely free of hair. “Brazilian wax,” Amy replied to the look on Gabi’s face.
Gabi nodded slowly. She let her fingers touch the mound. It felt velvety and soft. Nothing like her own pussy which she kept trimmed, but never had dared to go bare herself. With the observation of a scientist, Gabi used her fingers to pull the lips apart.
Amy’s juices coated the lower inner lips. The inner lips were dark and begging. Gabi slid a finger inside, lubricating it with Amy’s juice. She moved her finger slowly up and down the slit, making Amy move impatiently. She touched Amy’s clit with her wet finger, making Amy jump.
Gabi removed her finger. “No, don’t stop,” Amy panted.
Gabi touched Amy’s clit again. It felt big, much bigger then Gabi’s. Gabi rubbed the clit in little circles, stopping frequently to gather more liquid on her finger.
Amy was moaning and lifting her hips. Suddenly she cried out loudly and shuddered several times. Then Amy lay still on the bed, gulping in air.
“Wow,” Gabi said.
“Wow indeed,” Amy replied.
Gabi blushed.
“I want to taste you,” Amy said.
“I want another taste of you as well.”
Amy told Gabi to lay on the bed. She then put her head between Gabi’s legs. She put her feet on either side of Gabi’s head. Gabi lifted her head into Amy’s crotch and inhaled the smell of sex lingering there.
Amy’s tongue was pressed against Gabi’s mound. Gabi sighed, which quickly turned into a moan when Amy’s tongue touched her clit. “You taste good,” Amy announced, lifting her mouth away for a brief moment.
Using her fingers, Gabi spread Amy’s labia. Then she opened her mouth and suckled onto Amy’s clit.
The two women sucked and licked at each other until they were both shaking.
Amy lay down next to Gabi and looked at her. “Have you had one?”
Gabi shook her head. “It’s okay.”
Amy wormed her hand between Gabi’s legs. Gabi closed her eyes with a sigh when Amy pushed two fingers inside of her cunt. Amy thrust them in and out, while she panted in Gabi’s ear. Gabi groaned and arched her hips upward.
As the pressure inside her pussy built Gabi started to thrust her hips up and down. “More, more,” she panted out to Amy.
Amy kissed her softly and slid a third finger into Gabi’s throbbing pussy. Gabi tensed her pussy muscles around Amy’s fingers, at the same time moving her hand down between her legs, touching a finger to her clit.
Gabi was clinging to Amy as she felt herself explode from the inside. Her cunt clenching in waves around Amy’s still thrusting fingers. A final flood of liquid seeping out of her and onto Amy’s fingers.
Smiling at Gabi, Amy pulled her fingers out. She put her fingers to Gabi’s mouth. Gabi opened and sucked the fingers clean.
Friday, October 27, 2006
Not quite a dark corner ...
Your hand on my knee makes me uncross them. The skirt of my dress edges up and my bare thigh brushes against the table cloth. I feel a little exposed, even knowing that I'm hidden by the table. I pull my dress back down trying to cover myself. I look at our companions across the table. They are talking casually, not noticing my reaction. I cannot remember the topic so I just smile and try to listen.
Your fingers ease under my skirt, pulling it upward again. Your fingers run lightly along my inner thigh and I giggle. I put my hand on your arm in a plea for you to stop. Your hand touches my back and I get a look. It is a reminder to behave. I straighten my back, still watching you.
You smile. It is a worrying smile, the smile of a plan. I turn my attention back to the female on my right, who is talking about a movie she saw last week. Your fingers grab my inner thigh and pinch tight. I nearly jump out of my seat. My head whips around and I give you a sharp look. I want to growl at you, but resist the urge. When I look back around the table there are confused looks. I smile brightly.
I am relieved when the music comes back on and the others leave to dance. You move closer to me. I can smell the alcohol on your breath. It is a light smell because you've only been drinking to be sociable. I can also smell you, and it immediately turns me on. I want to push my lips against yours and taste you.
Your hand pushes my legs further apart. I lean back to watch your face. Your fingers brush against the thin material of my panties. I tilt my hips upward and spread my legs further, letting me have better access to my body.
I take a long drink from my glass. "This is supposed to be a challenge," You say in my ear.
I shiver, staring at the liquid in my glass. "I still have to act like a good girl."
Your answers is to slide a finger under the crotch of my panties. "I love how wet you get in public."
I close my eyes and let the music guide my body's movements.
You wet your fingertip just inside of me. I feel you drag it up my slit and then worm it's way inside my hood to press on my clit.
"Your nipples are showing. You are rocking your hips. I don't think you are being a good girl at all."
I open my eyes and look downward at my chest. I shrug a little, reminding myself not to forgo a bra next time.
You slide your free hand across my chest. Your fingers pinch and twist a nipple, making it stand out more. I cry out in pain and pleasure. My arm lifts towards you.
Your finger is rubbing a small tight circle on my clit. "How much more can you take before you lose it?" Your voice is deep in my ear.
I lean over and look at your growing crotch. I read my hand toward it. "How much can you take?"
You grab my hand before it can touch you, pushing it away. "That is against the rules."
I pout a little and think to reply. Before I can you shove three fingers inside of me. I gasp and grip my glass tightly.
You thrust your fingers a few times into me. I am left limp and panting against the chair.
Just as suddenly as you entered me, you exit. Your fingers, wet, wrap around my upper arm.
"What?" I pant, as you stand up, pulling me to my feet.
I grab my drink, gulping the rest down. I decide that you are taking me home to finish this.
We pass our tablemates as they return from the dance floor. "Going for a dance?" the girl asks. I wish I could remember her name. I wish I knew where we were going.
"We'll be right back," you say.
I turn to you. "Where are we going?"
There is no reply. You are half-dragging me, your long legs able to cover much more distance then mine. I'm in heels, stumbling after you.
We enter a darkened corner of the bar. My pussy starts to throb thinking of the possibilities. I've never had sex in such a public place. The threat of being caught imminent. The threat of being watched much more likely. There is a mixture of fear and excitement in my belly. I press my free hand to my middle, trying to calm myself.
A light looms in front of me and we enter a bathroom. There is no line, but there are men using urinals. They glance at us, and I smile a little. Then you push me into a stall and lock the door behind me.
I am shaking a little. But my nerves cannot stop my pussy from soaking through my panties.
Your hands cover my breast, squeezing and pushing them roughly together. Your fingers pinch my nipples through my dress. I decide maybe not wearing a bra was a good idea, after all.
While you work on my breasts, I raise my skirt and remove my panties. I lean my back against the door.
Your eyes are dark as they meet mine. I feel a surge of fear. I distract myself with grappling with your belt, trying to free your cock. My hands are shaking too much and I just bump in knuckles against you.
You push my hands away and put a hand on my shoulders. I sink to the ground on my knees, under pressure of your hand. Your other hand swiftly undoes your belt and pants, and they drop to the floor.
I look up at you with a smile, having all but forgotten where I am. The desire to please you outweighs my modesty, or what little is left of it. I glance around the stall. I fold my hands in my lap and wait patiently.
I am not left waiting long. Your underwear quickly falls around your ankles.
I waste no time moving into you. I open my mouth wide and engulf your hard cock with my mouth. Your hands grip the sides of my head as I take you deep into my mouth. I swirl my tongue around the head of your cock.
You groan and stiffen. I smile at the reaction, and bob my head faster.
My pussy is throbbing. And I hope that you are planning on fucking me, not just getting off in my mouth. The thought is a little satisfying, but my body would still be throbbing. A mixture of frustration and pleasure courses through my body. Stuck in the club, throbbing and unsatisfied. Until we go home and I beg you to fuck me. If I make it home. I might beg you to fuck me in the car, or outside the club.
I sigh and bring my thoughts back to the erection in my mouth.
Your hands have wrapped into my hair and you pull me away. I frown up at you. My frown turns to a whimper when you lift me by my hair. I quickly get my feet under me and stand up in front of you.
You light the skirt around my waist. I breath a sigh of relief, you're going to fuck me.
You put your hands under my butt and lift me a little. Once in position, your cock slides inside of me. I relax more as you fill me up.
I am moaning and panting as you start to thrust into me. I try to bit my bottom lip. I grip your shoulders tightly, a shout announcing my orgasm. I fight to keep my body tense as you start pounding into me. The stall is shaking and I hope it is sturdy.
Your fingers are pinching my butt, your moans in my ear, just for me to hear.
I feel your mouth on my shoulder. A light kiss at first and then I feel teeth. Your body stiffens and the thrusts are shorter. You are no longer holding me up. I drop to the floor and try to get my feet under me. But you collapse against and I am pinned to the door. The cold metal makes me squeal again and I try to push you away.
You stand, pulling your pants back up. I grab my panties and think about getting them back on. But you have already opened the stall door. I stare at the pink material in my hands.
I look at your back which is leaving the bathroom. I drop the panties on the floor and stumble to follow you out.
There is a group of men who are staring at us. They have gathered to listen to me. I am blushing deep red and hurrying toward the darkened club.
Your fingers ease under my skirt, pulling it upward again. Your fingers run lightly along my inner thigh and I giggle. I put my hand on your arm in a plea for you to stop. Your hand touches my back and I get a look. It is a reminder to behave. I straighten my back, still watching you.
You smile. It is a worrying smile, the smile of a plan. I turn my attention back to the female on my right, who is talking about a movie she saw last week. Your fingers grab my inner thigh and pinch tight. I nearly jump out of my seat. My head whips around and I give you a sharp look. I want to growl at you, but resist the urge. When I look back around the table there are confused looks. I smile brightly.
I am relieved when the music comes back on and the others leave to dance. You move closer to me. I can smell the alcohol on your breath. It is a light smell because you've only been drinking to be sociable. I can also smell you, and it immediately turns me on. I want to push my lips against yours and taste you.
Your hand pushes my legs further apart. I lean back to watch your face. Your fingers brush against the thin material of my panties. I tilt my hips upward and spread my legs further, letting me have better access to my body.
I take a long drink from my glass. "This is supposed to be a challenge," You say in my ear.
I shiver, staring at the liquid in my glass. "I still have to act like a good girl."
Your answers is to slide a finger under the crotch of my panties. "I love how wet you get in public."
I close my eyes and let the music guide my body's movements.
You wet your fingertip just inside of me. I feel you drag it up my slit and then worm it's way inside my hood to press on my clit.
"Your nipples are showing. You are rocking your hips. I don't think you are being a good girl at all."
I open my eyes and look downward at my chest. I shrug a little, reminding myself not to forgo a bra next time.
You slide your free hand across my chest. Your fingers pinch and twist a nipple, making it stand out more. I cry out in pain and pleasure. My arm lifts towards you.
Your finger is rubbing a small tight circle on my clit. "How much more can you take before you lose it?" Your voice is deep in my ear.
I lean over and look at your growing crotch. I read my hand toward it. "How much can you take?"
You grab my hand before it can touch you, pushing it away. "That is against the rules."
I pout a little and think to reply. Before I can you shove three fingers inside of me. I gasp and grip my glass tightly.
You thrust your fingers a few times into me. I am left limp and panting against the chair.
Just as suddenly as you entered me, you exit. Your fingers, wet, wrap around my upper arm.
"What?" I pant, as you stand up, pulling me to my feet.
I grab my drink, gulping the rest down. I decide that you are taking me home to finish this.
We pass our tablemates as they return from the dance floor. "Going for a dance?" the girl asks. I wish I could remember her name. I wish I knew where we were going.
"We'll be right back," you say.
I turn to you. "Where are we going?"
There is no reply. You are half-dragging me, your long legs able to cover much more distance then mine. I'm in heels, stumbling after you.
We enter a darkened corner of the bar. My pussy starts to throb thinking of the possibilities. I've never had sex in such a public place. The threat of being caught imminent. The threat of being watched much more likely. There is a mixture of fear and excitement in my belly. I press my free hand to my middle, trying to calm myself.
A light looms in front of me and we enter a bathroom. There is no line, but there are men using urinals. They glance at us, and I smile a little. Then you push me into a stall and lock the door behind me.
I am shaking a little. But my nerves cannot stop my pussy from soaking through my panties.
Your hands cover my breast, squeezing and pushing them roughly together. Your fingers pinch my nipples through my dress. I decide maybe not wearing a bra was a good idea, after all.
While you work on my breasts, I raise my skirt and remove my panties. I lean my back against the door.
Your eyes are dark as they meet mine. I feel a surge of fear. I distract myself with grappling with your belt, trying to free your cock. My hands are shaking too much and I just bump in knuckles against you.
You push my hands away and put a hand on my shoulders. I sink to the ground on my knees, under pressure of your hand. Your other hand swiftly undoes your belt and pants, and they drop to the floor.
I look up at you with a smile, having all but forgotten where I am. The desire to please you outweighs my modesty, or what little is left of it. I glance around the stall. I fold my hands in my lap and wait patiently.
I am not left waiting long. Your underwear quickly falls around your ankles.
I waste no time moving into you. I open my mouth wide and engulf your hard cock with my mouth. Your hands grip the sides of my head as I take you deep into my mouth. I swirl my tongue around the head of your cock.
You groan and stiffen. I smile at the reaction, and bob my head faster.
My pussy is throbbing. And I hope that you are planning on fucking me, not just getting off in my mouth. The thought is a little satisfying, but my body would still be throbbing. A mixture of frustration and pleasure courses through my body. Stuck in the club, throbbing and unsatisfied. Until we go home and I beg you to fuck me. If I make it home. I might beg you to fuck me in the car, or outside the club.
I sigh and bring my thoughts back to the erection in my mouth.
Your hands have wrapped into my hair and you pull me away. I frown up at you. My frown turns to a whimper when you lift me by my hair. I quickly get my feet under me and stand up in front of you.
You light the skirt around my waist. I breath a sigh of relief, you're going to fuck me.
You put your hands under my butt and lift me a little. Once in position, your cock slides inside of me. I relax more as you fill me up.
I am moaning and panting as you start to thrust into me. I try to bit my bottom lip. I grip your shoulders tightly, a shout announcing my orgasm. I fight to keep my body tense as you start pounding into me. The stall is shaking and I hope it is sturdy.
Your fingers are pinching my butt, your moans in my ear, just for me to hear.
I feel your mouth on my shoulder. A light kiss at first and then I feel teeth. Your body stiffens and the thrusts are shorter. You are no longer holding me up. I drop to the floor and try to get my feet under me. But you collapse against and I am pinned to the door. The cold metal makes me squeal again and I try to push you away.
You stand, pulling your pants back up. I grab my panties and think about getting them back on. But you have already opened the stall door. I stare at the pink material in my hands.
I look at your back which is leaving the bathroom. I drop the panties on the floor and stumble to follow you out.
There is a group of men who are staring at us. They have gathered to listen to me. I am blushing deep red and hurrying toward the darkened club.
Apologies
I apolgize to anyone reading this for not having more up. I've been busy planning my NaNo novel. Which I will likely post bits and pieces of here from time to time. And I've a good deal of other things going on. I almost have my second story ready to go up.
I also apologize for not spell checking the first story. I'll do better in the future. Somehow I do manage to get through the day.
I also apologize for not spell checking the first story. I'll do better in the future. Somehow I do manage to get through the day.
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