Part One of Three.
Slave stumbled again. She was blindfolded, her hands were tied together, her skirt was forcing her to keep her legs tight together and she was wearing boots with a four inch heel. She muttered a curse as her leash was tugged.
She could smell candles burning, and unfamiliar after shave. "Stop," Lila commanded. Slave stopped short. She threaded her fingers together and lowered her head.
"Lift your head," a thick voice commanded from across the room. Slave tried to figure out if she'd heard it before, it sounded a little familiar. She lifted her head, looking toward the voice. She wanted to scoff, but obviously Master had told this man the rules.
"Yes Sir," she said, if he knew the rules she'd best follow them.
"Good girl," he said. She could smell him near her. She could hear the soft rattle of chain as Lila handed it over. She heard them share a kiss. "Go sit, Lila," he said, experimentally tugging the chain. Slave stepped forward with one foot, staggering them so she wouldn't fall over.
She felt a gloved hand on her face, stroking her cheek. "Do you know why you are here?"
"Master wished it so." She drew her shoulders back, trying to breath.
"Why do you think you are here?" His gloved hand stroked down her neck and bare shoulder.
Her breath caught. Honest answers were still a little scary. "I think it's a test. I don't know if it's to see if I can please someone else, or if he doesn't think I can handle it."
"Mmm. I see." Slave could hear rustle of clothing, his hand withdrew from her skin. She longed to know what was going on beyond her. "Lila come help undress the slut. And then help her kneel." He dropped the chain and the cool strap brushed her body. She shivered.
Lila murmured to her while she undressed. "Shall I remove her boots?" Lila asked.
"Leave the boots. And the chain. And the ties around the hands." Slave felt better having been released from the tight bounds of the skirt. Her breasts swung free in front of her as Lila helped her to a kneeling position.
"Lila, go get me a glass of water." She heard Lila leave the room. His gloved hands caressed her breasts, she felt her desire quicken immediately. "Slut, before we are done you will beg for mercy and for pleasure. And I will enjoy watching it all."
Slave didn't know if she was supposed to answer or not. Between his covered fingers he twisted her nipples. A shiver of desire went through her. She dropped her head, feeling even more like a slut, for wanting this man she hadn't even seen, because her Master wished it so. And because of the anticipation of what was to come both pleasure and pain.
"What am I to call you?" Slave asked, her throat hoarse.
He paused his nipple twirling. He cleared his throat and then began pulling on her again, "Sir, is fine."
"Very good, Sir," she replied, stretching up on her knees.
She heard the door and squelched the urge to turn and look, reminding herself that she couldn't see anyway. "Thank you," the dark voice murmured. "Get me the cane."
Slave shuddered involuntarily. Her muscles twitched knowing the pain that was to come. Anticipation was always so much worse than the act. She forced her lungs to slow and take in air fully.
She bent her head and listened for the sound around her, trying to figure out just what was going on. Her mind raced as she felt frustration of the blindfold, her still tied hands, at being helpless in general set in. She set herself to take slow breathes again, imagining Master's voice reminding her to do so.
"Good girl," the stranger said, his hand brushing her head as he walked by. "Keep breathing. And relax."
Slave lifted her head, but kept it straight ahead, although he was now behind her. "It's the anticipation Sir."
He cleared his throat. She felt the tip of the cane brush her thighs. She swallowed hard. "Concentrate on your breathing." Slave's body twitched at the familiar words, but before she could react the cane tapped against her ass. Over and over, light taps, her head started nodding with the rhythm of the warm up.
The more she relaxed, the harder the blows came. Then they stopped. "Slave?" the voice came deeper than before and she cocked her head.
"Green," she said, taking a deep breath. "I'm good. Relaxed."
There was a pause, silence filled the room. Then the blows of the cane came hard. Slave concentrated on the beat of five between each blow at first, ignoring the sting at first. Then embracing the pain, until it overwhelmed her senses, all but consuming her.
She heard herself crying out as the pause between shortened. She felt hot all over as she tried to keep from falling forward. Tears pressed her eyelids as she screamed with each stinging blow.
Finally she felt too tense to continue on. As the tears spilled over she gave in. "Please, I can't stay up any longer. I need to rest. Please." Her voice was strained and high pitched. "I'm going to fall over."
He stopped swinging. A long moment came and Slave's hands tensed with need to rub the sting on her ass and thighs away. "Bend forward, there's a chair," Lila said.
Slave lifted her hands, seeking it's refuge. Placing her forearms on the seat, she leaned her weight on them.
She jumped as she felt the cane caress her still stinging skin. "Is that all you beg for?" the mysterious voice asked.
She took a deep breath, considering. "I can stand more of the caning if you wish."
He slapped against her lightly a few times, as if he were contemplating the offer. He slapped her with one last stinging blow and then Slave pushed herself up as she hard the cane drop to the floor behind her.
Lila's heels clicked across the floor. Slave controlled her breathing to try to figure out what was going to happen next.
"Do you want a drink before we go on?"
Monday, February 04, 2008
Monday, January 28, 2008
Smurfs
This was way too great not to share with people. So via Fleshbot I bring you smurfporn.
Hehe. Link to NSFW, or your childhood smurf watching memories. But, we were missing this from the world. And it needed to be shared.
Hehe. Link to NSFW, or your childhood smurf watching memories. But, we were missing this from the world. And it needed to be shared.
Friday, January 25, 2008
Making Her Beg
An excerpt, from something I hope to release in it's entirety someday. For free
He went and leaned against the wall just outside the bathroom, waiting to reassert his dominance, that he could control her. And himself. That it was just about sex.
When the bathroom door opened she was wrapped in a towel, her hair dripping and her face composed. She looked around the room, confusion in her eyes when she didn't see him. He grabbed her shoulders, making her cry out, and pushed her against the wall. He kissed her hard, punishing, bodies pressed together.
First she got stiff, moving into the wall, but as the kiss went on she softened, kissing him back, running her hands over his body. He unwound the towel from her body, dragging his hands rough over her breasts, tugging the nipples with his fingers.
He tore his mouth away from hers, and lowered it to her breast. Her fingers dug into his shoulders as he sucked a nipple hard into his mouth. And then he nipped with his teeth, making her cry out. He wanted to mark her as he moved to her other breast, biting into the skin, sucking licking.
She was very still as he abused her body. Her nails pressed into his skin through his shirt, he didn't care. He lifted his head and kissed again, one hand moving her legs apart. He rubbed against her hard, grinding into her soft mound. Looking into her eyes he growled, "I want you to beg me, Lucy. I'm not going to fuck you until you beg me. Don't come until I tell you too."
Separating the soft lips he rubbed her clitoris, pulling, tugging with the same violent motions he'd done to her breasts. "Do you understand?" he demanded.
Her eyes were glazed and she was moaning and squirming. "Yes." Her voice went higher as he pulled on her clit, "Yes. I understand. Please."
He shook his head and lowered himself before her. He bent his head between her legs and spread her pussy lips with his thumbs. Her knees went soft, expecting his soft tongue, but instead she gained his teeth. He bit into her clit, and she jerked away. He moved one hand to her back and pressed her forward into his mouth, tugging on her most sensitive area.
Her protests quickly turned to moans as he continued his misuse of her body. Once she fell into pleasure from the pain, he turned to licking between the lips, sucking her juices. Until she suddenly cried out, "Mac, please, I need you to fuck me. I need to come. I can't take anymore of this. Of your mouth. Fuck Mac."
He moved back to look up at her. He slipped a finger between her legs, not wanting to stop his torture. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "Mac, please shove your hard cock into wherever you want, just let me come."
He nodded, feeling her desperation seep into him. "Come for me then slut," he said, before he pressed his mouth to her pussy again, once more using his teeth on her.
Her entire body went aquiver as she came, down around his mouth. Her knees went week and
she nearly fell onto him, he lifted his body and grabbed her around the waist. "Good?" he asked, with a grin. He stood and picked her up and carried her to the bed.
He deposited her on the bed and then went to find the lube again. "On your hands and knees," he said, "ass toward the edge of the bed for me." He judged it would be the perfect height.
Once he was properly lubricated, he pulled her ass cheeks apart. With infinite control he eased into her tight ass. She shivered as he did, but didn't move otherwise. He didn't inquire to her enjoyment, it was no longer about her. His finger on her clit, rubbing in circles he thrust into her, knowing after teasing her for so long, and now being hugged tight by her body he wouldn't last long.
He groaned as desire took him and grabbed her hips, pulling her body back onto his cock as he came hard into her. His body shuddering, he managed to withdrawn before he fell onto her, pressing her to bed.
He was still panting as he made himself stand to retreat. He went into the bathroom and turned on the shower, trying to regain his composure. Not wanting to see Lucy until he had.
He went and leaned against the wall just outside the bathroom, waiting to reassert his dominance, that he could control her. And himself. That it was just about sex.
When the bathroom door opened she was wrapped in a towel, her hair dripping and her face composed. She looked around the room, confusion in her eyes when she didn't see him. He grabbed her shoulders, making her cry out, and pushed her against the wall. He kissed her hard, punishing, bodies pressed together.
First she got stiff, moving into the wall, but as the kiss went on she softened, kissing him back, running her hands over his body. He unwound the towel from her body, dragging his hands rough over her breasts, tugging the nipples with his fingers.
He tore his mouth away from hers, and lowered it to her breast. Her fingers dug into his shoulders as he sucked a nipple hard into his mouth. And then he nipped with his teeth, making her cry out. He wanted to mark her as he moved to her other breast, biting into the skin, sucking licking.
She was very still as he abused her body. Her nails pressed into his skin through his shirt, he didn't care. He lifted his head and kissed again, one hand moving her legs apart. He rubbed against her hard, grinding into her soft mound. Looking into her eyes he growled, "I want you to beg me, Lucy. I'm not going to fuck you until you beg me. Don't come until I tell you too."
Separating the soft lips he rubbed her clitoris, pulling, tugging with the same violent motions he'd done to her breasts. "Do you understand?" he demanded.
Her eyes were glazed and she was moaning and squirming. "Yes." Her voice went higher as he pulled on her clit, "Yes. I understand. Please."
He shook his head and lowered himself before her. He bent his head between her legs and spread her pussy lips with his thumbs. Her knees went soft, expecting his soft tongue, but instead she gained his teeth. He bit into her clit, and she jerked away. He moved one hand to her back and pressed her forward into his mouth, tugging on her most sensitive area.
Her protests quickly turned to moans as he continued his misuse of her body. Once she fell into pleasure from the pain, he turned to licking between the lips, sucking her juices. Until she suddenly cried out, "Mac, please, I need you to fuck me. I need to come. I can't take anymore of this. Of your mouth. Fuck Mac."
He moved back to look up at her. He slipped a finger between her legs, not wanting to stop his torture. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "Mac, please shove your hard cock into wherever you want, just let me come."
He nodded, feeling her desperation seep into him. "Come for me then slut," he said, before he pressed his mouth to her pussy again, once more using his teeth on her.
Her entire body went aquiver as she came, down around his mouth. Her knees went week and
she nearly fell onto him, he lifted his body and grabbed her around the waist. "Good?" he asked, with a grin. He stood and picked her up and carried her to the bed.
He deposited her on the bed and then went to find the lube again. "On your hands and knees," he said, "ass toward the edge of the bed for me." He judged it would be the perfect height.
Once he was properly lubricated, he pulled her ass cheeks apart. With infinite control he eased into her tight ass. She shivered as he did, but didn't move otherwise. He didn't inquire to her enjoyment, it was no longer about her. His finger on her clit, rubbing in circles he thrust into her, knowing after teasing her for so long, and now being hugged tight by her body he wouldn't last long.
He groaned as desire took him and grabbed her hips, pulling her body back onto his cock as he came hard into her. His body shuddering, he managed to withdrawn before he fell onto her, pressing her to bed.
He was still panting as he made himself stand to retreat. He went into the bathroom and turned on the shower, trying to regain his composure. Not wanting to see Lucy until he had.
Monday, January 14, 2008
Sex is ....
That feeling in my pussy, I gotta get off feeling it is:
~ the swap of my hips
~ dark, deep red
~ voluptuous, dressed in curve hugging gown with outrageous feather boas and pearls and diamonds
~hot tongues curled around each other
~ legs wrapped around waists
~ long, deep, slow & hard, fast
~ insatiable, urgent
~ sexy, beautiful, scared
~ pain& pleasure, fear&excitement, hurt&healing
~ craving, desired
~ sacred, holy, divine
Sugasm #113
Late edition, I forgot I submitted last week. SORRY!
The best of this week’s blogs by the bloggers who blog them. Highlighting the top 3 posts as chosen by Sugasm participants. Want in Sugasm #114? Submit a link to your best post of the week using this form. Participants, repost the link list within a week and you’re all set.
This Week’s Picks
A Different Kind Of Authority For Sex Bloggers
“As we sex workers, sex bloggers, and adult business folks swim in our ponds or spin in our micro universes & connect with others, we continue to build authority.”
Of sex and strippers
“At one point she was straddling Girlfriend’s right leg, grinding her thigh against Girlfriend’s clit through her jeans.”
Wink Wink, Nudge Nudge
Her comments were something to the effect of, “No one wanted to see me twirl with tassels ~ on fire or not ~ when some girl was going to sit on stage and insert things into herself.”
Mr. Sugasm Himself
Kofola
Editor’s Choice
Interview with Paul Festa about circumcision
See also: Fleshbot’s Sex Blog Roundup each Tuesday and Friday.
(Sugasm participants should re-post all the links above within a week. The following links may be excluded as long as you include all the above links.)
Erotic Writing and Experiences
Aural Sex. - The Husband
Cock Whore
Decibels
Dreams are funny things
The Erotic Review
I Love A Rainy Night
The night I was initiated on Frat Row
Opera Glasses
Score
Skin, breath, desire, rhythm
Uninvited
Yesterday’s Sweet Blowjob
Sex Work
Catalina loves Giving Spankings
NSFW Pics & Videos
Mizuki Horii
Andie Valentino (Twistys)
Half-Nekkid Thursday: View from MY Back Row
Mindy Main Sexy and Topless
A Very Shibari New Year From Marky D. Sade
Sex Advice
13 Ways To Use What You Have To Build Intimacy
Celebrate 2008: The Year of the Pussy!
Just Seeing My Girlfriend Turns Me On! Is This Normal?!
Resolve to Improve Your Sex Life in 2008
Thoughts on Sex and Relationships
2007 Wanking Totals
Discovering the Art of Masturbation
Hair-B-Gone
I fucked this guy once …without dirty talk!?!
Taking One For the Team
Sex News, Reviews & Interviews
The Hello Kitty Vibrator - Battery-Powered Evil!!!
Panties Second Only To Auto Industry
Real Doll Rentals
Working Sex: Sex Workers Write About a Changing Industry
BDSM & Fetish
All Tied Up and No Where To Go
Am I A Masochist?
Daddy Play
The Descent Begins
More piss slut practice
Rough Fuck
A Seven Orgasm Day
Two-thirds
Who knew Uncle Sam was kinky?
Friday, December 28, 2007
Thursday, December 20, 2007
Lunch Date
You appeared as if from thin air in the door way. "How-what are you doing here?" I stammer as I stand.
You smile. I am wary of the mischievous look in your eyes. I vow not to let my guard down, to stay alert. "I told Marie," my boss, "we are going for lunch."
I look at the clock, noon, I can make no excuses. I hear the door click shut as I stare the numbers. I lift my gaze, mouth open to protest. You shake your head., a warning in your eyes as you comes around the desk.
You wrap your arms around my body, pulling me to yours. My belly pressed to your hips, my soft breasts squeezed into your hard chest, the flat of your stomach. Your mouth equally unyielding to my mouth. I mould myself around you, giving to your demands. My mouth opening for your tongue, then changing temperature to match yours.
Strong hands open over my body. You drag roughly over cloth, pulling the underlying skin, my breasts. My nipples come to attention under the scratch of clothes against them. And, then they are left cold, without satisfaction of skin-to-skin or mouth or tongue.
Your hands move down my sides not feeling the curves under, but searching for a goal. I can feel the crinkle of clothes as you curl your fingers around the hem of my skirt. You pull it upward, slowly waiting for me to register the shock of impropriety.
It comes to my attention that we are in my office and my door is merely closed. I break the kiss, pushing at your hands with mine. "Not here," I hiss.
There is a knowing look on your face. "I won't grope you here if you take off your panties now."
I sigh impatiently. I want to argue ground rules. I slide into my chair and wiggle a hot pink thong off. You takes them and stuff them in your pocket with a grin. "Let's go."
I stand once more beside you. You puts a hand on the small of my back, warming me there, and propel me forward. Out the door into the elevator. Thankfully there are others in the elevator or I know I would withstand more languid kisses and hot hands on my body. And your kisses are difficult to say no too. I look at you, almost expressionless standing beside me, hand still on my back. Possessive. I can't say no anyway to you, even without the hot kisses. I want so much to see you happy.
"Where are we going for lunch?" I ask as you move me across the parking lot.
"You'll see." You take the keys from my hand and unlock my car. You press me into the passenger seat and then get into the driver's door and start the car. I frown a little, watching you behind the wheel, as if for the first time. It's not the first, but it's rare. And it's hot. I reach over and put my hand on your thigh, slowly sliding it up. My fingers soft, I caress the bulge between your legs.
"I like when you take command. I like watching you drive." My voice is a husky purr.
No reply, no expression change. I sigh and let my hand remain in place, looking out the window as you weave through traffic, trying to gain a clue as to where we are headed.
Your place. You park the car and before I can move are around the car, opening my door. I get out one leg at a time, your hand is on my back again, as if you are worried I'm going to run. Even if I wanted to I have no purse, and no keys. I'm your willing prisoner. I look at you again, with a smile, a warm feeling spreading through my chest.
Inside you press me to the wall, kissing me hard. Your tongue pressing inside of me, moving in long hard strokes. I moan, holding my hands up in acquiescence. Take me, take me, my heart beats. My body arches against yours, trying to get more attention. You're concentration is on impaling my mouth.
I find my hands shaking as I work the buttons on my blouse. Shrugging it off my shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. Contorting my arms so I can unsnap my bra. You pull me away from the wall, your lips on my neck and shoulders, moving me backwards. I stumble unsure of myself into your bedroom, you push me down onto the bed.
I flail, fear rushing through my body as I fall. And then a whoosh of relief as I land softly. I pull my loose bra off my arms and toss it off the bed, my eyes on you. You're watching my chest as it heaves, while you strip your shirt and pants off quickly. It looks like one quick motion. I let my eyes roam your naked body, your cock standing at ready.
I start to turn to pull my skirt off but you startle me by speaking. "No! Just pull your skirt up." I know you were planning that, by the look in your eyes, tone of your voice. I edge up on the bed first, laying my head on one of your pillows. It smells of you and I want to rub my face in it. But, your looming body over the bed is more pressing. I pull my skirt up, exposing my pussy for you, spreading my legs wider, inviting you in.
Your body joins me on the bed, your hand sliding between my legs. Your mouth bends to take a nipple into your mouth, sucking hard until I whimper and arch. Through damp curls your hand crawls searching for the heat buried within. Fingers part the tender outer lips, pressing against the nub of my clit. My muscles tense even more, as your calculated touches tease. Just enough to get me going, not enough to get me off. You know exactly how to tease or how to make me come quickly.
I am caught up in the desire, my body twisting and arching wanting to come. But, you don't take me there. I beg, but you deny me the pleasure.
Then suddenly your body is over mine, your cock driving into me. My pussy hugs you, pulling you in tighter. My body screams with joy as you drive into me. I met each thrust with my body, begging for more.
I shiver, your breath on my ear. "Come for me my little slut." Your hand snakes between our bodies, your finger rubbing my clit. My body out of control as it bows to the orgasm. I am shuddering uncontrollably inside and out as you continue to push deeper. And then I feel your body matching mine, trembling, the hardness of your body melting as you come.
You recover quickly, pushing away from me. You disappear, reappearing with my shirt. I sit up ready to take it from you. You wrap it around me, buttoning the front.
"That was a nice lunch. We'll stop and get you something to eat on the way back. I'm afraid there's not much time left on your break."
I smile and shrug. "It was nice anyway. I just need to go clean up."
You shake your head and then the full scope of your plan comes into view. You get me a sandwich at a drive through and then drop me back at the office. You walk me in and sit me at my desk. Pulling my skirt up so I am bare assed against the chair, dripping come onto it.
You kiss my cheek and say in a low voice, "You can get your panties and bra back after work. I'll be waiting for you." And then before I can recover you are gone.
Marie is walking by as you leave. She smiles and says hi and then peeks into my office. I pray I'm not blushing. "Wow, good lunch?"
I squirm in my chair, the material rough on my bare skin. "It was a great lunch." My inner thighs feel sticky and damp. Really great lunch.
You smile. I am wary of the mischievous look in your eyes. I vow not to let my guard down, to stay alert. "I told Marie," my boss, "we are going for lunch."
I look at the clock, noon, I can make no excuses. I hear the door click shut as I stare the numbers. I lift my gaze, mouth open to protest. You shake your head., a warning in your eyes as you comes around the desk.
You wrap your arms around my body, pulling me to yours. My belly pressed to your hips, my soft breasts squeezed into your hard chest, the flat of your stomach. Your mouth equally unyielding to my mouth. I mould myself around you, giving to your demands. My mouth opening for your tongue, then changing temperature to match yours.
Strong hands open over my body. You drag roughly over cloth, pulling the underlying skin, my breasts. My nipples come to attention under the scratch of clothes against them. And, then they are left cold, without satisfaction of skin-to-skin or mouth or tongue.
Your hands move down my sides not feeling the curves under, but searching for a goal. I can feel the crinkle of clothes as you curl your fingers around the hem of my skirt. You pull it upward, slowly waiting for me to register the shock of impropriety.
It comes to my attention that we are in my office and my door is merely closed. I break the kiss, pushing at your hands with mine. "Not here," I hiss.
There is a knowing look on your face. "I won't grope you here if you take off your panties now."
I sigh impatiently. I want to argue ground rules. I slide into my chair and wiggle a hot pink thong off. You takes them and stuff them in your pocket with a grin. "Let's go."
I stand once more beside you. You puts a hand on the small of my back, warming me there, and propel me forward. Out the door into the elevator. Thankfully there are others in the elevator or I know I would withstand more languid kisses and hot hands on my body. And your kisses are difficult to say no too. I look at you, almost expressionless standing beside me, hand still on my back. Possessive. I can't say no anyway to you, even without the hot kisses. I want so much to see you happy.
"Where are we going for lunch?" I ask as you move me across the parking lot.
"You'll see." You take the keys from my hand and unlock my car. You press me into the passenger seat and then get into the driver's door and start the car. I frown a little, watching you behind the wheel, as if for the first time. It's not the first, but it's rare. And it's hot. I reach over and put my hand on your thigh, slowly sliding it up. My fingers soft, I caress the bulge between your legs.
"I like when you take command. I like watching you drive." My voice is a husky purr.
No reply, no expression change. I sigh and let my hand remain in place, looking out the window as you weave through traffic, trying to gain a clue as to where we are headed.
Your place. You park the car and before I can move are around the car, opening my door. I get out one leg at a time, your hand is on my back again, as if you are worried I'm going to run. Even if I wanted to I have no purse, and no keys. I'm your willing prisoner. I look at you again, with a smile, a warm feeling spreading through my chest.
Inside you press me to the wall, kissing me hard. Your tongue pressing inside of me, moving in long hard strokes. I moan, holding my hands up in acquiescence. Take me, take me, my heart beats. My body arches against yours, trying to get more attention. You're concentration is on impaling my mouth.
I find my hands shaking as I work the buttons on my blouse. Shrugging it off my shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. Contorting my arms so I can unsnap my bra. You pull me away from the wall, your lips on my neck and shoulders, moving me backwards. I stumble unsure of myself into your bedroom, you push me down onto the bed.
I flail, fear rushing through my body as I fall. And then a whoosh of relief as I land softly. I pull my loose bra off my arms and toss it off the bed, my eyes on you. You're watching my chest as it heaves, while you strip your shirt and pants off quickly. It looks like one quick motion. I let my eyes roam your naked body, your cock standing at ready.
I start to turn to pull my skirt off but you startle me by speaking. "No! Just pull your skirt up." I know you were planning that, by the look in your eyes, tone of your voice. I edge up on the bed first, laying my head on one of your pillows. It smells of you and I want to rub my face in it. But, your looming body over the bed is more pressing. I pull my skirt up, exposing my pussy for you, spreading my legs wider, inviting you in.
Your body joins me on the bed, your hand sliding between my legs. Your mouth bends to take a nipple into your mouth, sucking hard until I whimper and arch. Through damp curls your hand crawls searching for the heat buried within. Fingers part the tender outer lips, pressing against the nub of my clit. My muscles tense even more, as your calculated touches tease. Just enough to get me going, not enough to get me off. You know exactly how to tease or how to make me come quickly.
I am caught up in the desire, my body twisting and arching wanting to come. But, you don't take me there. I beg, but you deny me the pleasure.
Then suddenly your body is over mine, your cock driving into me. My pussy hugs you, pulling you in tighter. My body screams with joy as you drive into me. I met each thrust with my body, begging for more.
I shiver, your breath on my ear. "Come for me my little slut." Your hand snakes between our bodies, your finger rubbing my clit. My body out of control as it bows to the orgasm. I am shuddering uncontrollably inside and out as you continue to push deeper. And then I feel your body matching mine, trembling, the hardness of your body melting as you come.
You recover quickly, pushing away from me. You disappear, reappearing with my shirt. I sit up ready to take it from you. You wrap it around me, buttoning the front.
"That was a nice lunch. We'll stop and get you something to eat on the way back. I'm afraid there's not much time left on your break."
I smile and shrug. "It was nice anyway. I just need to go clean up."
You shake your head and then the full scope of your plan comes into view. You get me a sandwich at a drive through and then drop me back at the office. You walk me in and sit me at my desk. Pulling my skirt up so I am bare assed against the chair, dripping come onto it.
You kiss my cheek and say in a low voice, "You can get your panties and bra back after work. I'll be waiting for you." And then before I can recover you are gone.
Marie is walking by as you leave. She smiles and says hi and then peeks into my office. I pray I'm not blushing. "Wow, good lunch?"
I squirm in my chair, the material rough on my bare skin. "It was a great lunch." My inner thighs feel sticky and damp. Really great lunch.
Tuesday, December 11, 2007
Holiday Cheer
I have at least two stories planned for this blog. But I haven't even started them.
Reasons why I haven't been writing smut:
1) I'm not getting any. My SO someone screwed up his neck which has led to spasming back. So, he hasn't really been in the mood.
2) Schoolwork. I took a lot of time off in Nov for NaNoWriMo and I'm nearly done my last course, so that's taken priority.
3) It's winter. Winter here in the frozen tundra of Canada means layers, flannel and shivering. None of these things is particularly sexy and sitting at the computer freezing doesn't really turn me on.
4) Wory. My practicum starts in January and there's a lot to do.
5) Christmas. I have barely started my shopping for this year. And I have presents to send yet. BAD DIRTY GIRl.
So, please send your spankings to dirtywritinggirl@gmail.com
Reasons why I haven't been writing smut:
1) I'm not getting any. My SO someone screwed up his neck which has led to spasming back. So, he hasn't really been in the mood.
2) Schoolwork. I took a lot of time off in Nov for NaNoWriMo and I'm nearly done my last course, so that's taken priority.
3) It's winter. Winter here in the frozen tundra of Canada means layers, flannel and shivering. None of these things is particularly sexy and sitting at the computer freezing doesn't really turn me on.
4) Wory. My practicum starts in January and there's a lot to do.
5) Christmas. I have barely started my shopping for this year. And I have presents to send yet. BAD DIRTY GIRl.
So, please send your spankings to dirtywritinggirl@gmail.com
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
Sugasm #107
The best of this week’s blogs by the bloggers who blog them. Highlighting the top 3 posts as chosen by Sugasm participants. Want in Sugasm #108? Submit a link to your best post of the week using this form. Participants, repost the link list within a week and you’re all set.
This Week’s Picks
Half-Nekkid Blow Job
” We could hear people walking past and talking so they’d be able to hear us as well.”
Masturbation on a Memory
“I let the first time I had sex with your flash back though my mind.”
Reality Check: Handling Long Calls
“While I get my share of quick cummer calls I have several clients that like to talk for hours.”
Mr. Sugasm Himself
Christian Friis
Editor’s Choice
A Non-Monogamy Lexicon
See also: Fleshbot’s Sex Blog Roundup each Tuesday and Friday.
Erotic Writing and Experiences Bad Girl
The Driving Lesson
The First Date part one
Flirt
Late Meeting
Night Call
Over the tub
Saturday night special
Sweet Dreams
Sex Advice
Bringing It Up Gracefully
I Don’t Need Porn, I Get Real Sex!
Prince Albert for thanksgiving
NSFW Pics & Videos
Aria Giovanni sexy video
Catalina loves her New Black Silk Corset and Boots
Pornsaint Popwhore
WebMistress Feature Gallery: Flirting with the Camera
BDSM & Fetish
Big Fun in a Small Space
Double Dip Part 2
I don’t chase
Ideas of my own.
My Reformatory Birching
The Perfect Implement of Pain
Rope as a tool for Intimacy
She Came In Wearing A Corset, Stockings, And A Smile
YouPorn, MePorn
Sex News & Reviews
Fetish Film - Julie Simone’s Diary Of A Submissive (Bondage, Spanking, Femdom)
Five Sips of Darkness
Special Discount for Our Naughty Friends!
Sex Poetry
Tulips… His lips… Her lips…
Thoughts on Sex and Relationships
Me and My Vagina
Oh..oh…oh! My orgasm- A User’s Guide.
On Self Image and Confidence
An orgasm faker wannabe
Relationship Rules
Retail Therapy
Monday, November 19, 2007
Over the tub
I forgot what I had been doing on my knees in the bathroom. The shadow looming over me made me forget. I arched my back and looked upward.
"Take off your panties and put your hands on the side of the tub."
Frowning, I started pulling my skirt up and removing my thong from under my skirt. My body reacting to the tone of voice with desire, wetness.
I put my hands on the tub spread apart, ready to brace myself.
Warm body bent down behind me. Fingers sliding along my inner thigh, upward, probing the damp folds. Rubbing, testing.
Then they withdrew. Replaced by a hard cock. Suddenly, pushed inside me. I gasp.
Thrusting, slowly at first. My moans and restless movements filling the small room.
Hands moving around my body. Grabbing my chest, pinching my nipples lightly through the thin material of my shirt.
I put my weight to one hand, unsnapping my bra quickly and pulling my shirt up, revealing my breasts.
Harder, faster thrusts. I spread my hands further apart, my body bending closer to the tub.
Hands grip my breasts, pulling hard on the nipples.
A sudden moan from behind, body stiffening and slowing thrusts.
An even more sudden retreat.
I'm left holding the tub, panting and dripping.
"Take off your panties and put your hands on the side of the tub."
Frowning, I started pulling my skirt up and removing my thong from under my skirt. My body reacting to the tone of voice with desire, wetness.
I put my hands on the tub spread apart, ready to brace myself.
Warm body bent down behind me. Fingers sliding along my inner thigh, upward, probing the damp folds. Rubbing, testing.
Then they withdrew. Replaced by a hard cock. Suddenly, pushed inside me. I gasp.
Thrusting, slowly at first. My moans and restless movements filling the small room.
Hands moving around my body. Grabbing my chest, pinching my nipples lightly through the thin material of my shirt.
I put my weight to one hand, unsnapping my bra quickly and pulling my shirt up, revealing my breasts.
Harder, faster thrusts. I spread my hands further apart, my body bending closer to the tub.
Hands grip my breasts, pulling hard on the nipples.
A sudden moan from behind, body stiffening and slowing thrusts.
An even more sudden retreat.
I'm left holding the tub, panting and dripping.
Sunday, November 18, 2007
NaNoWriMo Exerpt #2
"And you're going to shave me down there?"
"Your pussy. Say it Lucy."
She shook her head. He went to the bathroom and got a towel. He laid it out on the bed and then pulled her over to him. He took off her shirt and then her jeans. He left her wearing her bra, but her panties went. He laid her back on the bed, with pillows propped up under her head.
"Say the word Lucy," he demanded again, as he sprayed some shaving cream into his hand.
She blushed and laid back as he laid his hand against her pubic hair. He rubbed the cream around and then added some more. "I can't."
"You can. This is pretty erotic isn't it?"
"Very," she said as a moan, his hands rubbing around her sensitive areas. He looked at her face and found her biting her bottom lip.
He unwrapped a razor from the packaging and stood over her. "You need to be very still, I don't want to nick you."
She nodded, looking very worried.
"Do you trust me to do this?"
"Mac, would I be laying here if I didn't trust you."
He smiled and wanted to kiss her right then. But instead he knelt at the end of the bed and carefully put the razor to her lips.
He did a few strokes, rinsing in a bowl of water he sat on the floor next to him. He lifted his head. "Lucy?"
"yeah?"
"Say the word Lucy."
He could see her make a face. "Pussy."
He grinned and bent his head again. 30 or so minutes later, he wasn't watching the clock, Miss Lucy had a hair free pubic area. He stroked it, feeling the velvety skin. Once had rinsed the area he bent and kissed it. "How do you feel?" he asked, standing up getting ready to clean up his tools.
"Bare. And I don't just mean bare skin. It's incredibly personal experience to watch someone with their face between your legs for that long. Touching you intimately."
"Their face in your pussy you mean." He thought about licking that velvet skin, he thought about sliding his cock against the bare lips, inside her. That velvet caress him. God, he was getting weak with wanting her. And hard.
"Yes, face in my pussy."
"You know what I'd like in your pussy now?" They were standing in the bathroom now. Cleaning up the room a little.
She pressed her hand to his crotch, dragging it slowly up the length of his manhood. "I can guess."
"Your pussy. Say it Lucy."
She shook her head. He went to the bathroom and got a towel. He laid it out on the bed and then pulled her over to him. He took off her shirt and then her jeans. He left her wearing her bra, but her panties went. He laid her back on the bed, with pillows propped up under her head.
"Say the word Lucy," he demanded again, as he sprayed some shaving cream into his hand.
She blushed and laid back as he laid his hand against her pubic hair. He rubbed the cream around and then added some more. "I can't."
"You can. This is pretty erotic isn't it?"
"Very," she said as a moan, his hands rubbing around her sensitive areas. He looked at her face and found her biting her bottom lip.
He unwrapped a razor from the packaging and stood over her. "You need to be very still, I don't want to nick you."
She nodded, looking very worried.
"Do you trust me to do this?"
"Mac, would I be laying here if I didn't trust you."
He smiled and wanted to kiss her right then. But instead he knelt at the end of the bed and carefully put the razor to her lips.
He did a few strokes, rinsing in a bowl of water he sat on the floor next to him. He lifted his head. "Lucy?"
"yeah?"
"Say the word Lucy."
He could see her make a face. "Pussy."
He grinned and bent his head again. 30 or so minutes later, he wasn't watching the clock, Miss Lucy had a hair free pubic area. He stroked it, feeling the velvety skin. Once had rinsed the area he bent and kissed it. "How do you feel?" he asked, standing up getting ready to clean up his tools.
"Bare. And I don't just mean bare skin. It's incredibly personal experience to watch someone with their face between your legs for that long. Touching you intimately."
"Their face in your pussy you mean." He thought about licking that velvet skin, he thought about sliding his cock against the bare lips, inside her. That velvet caress him. God, he was getting weak with wanting her. And hard.
"Yes, face in my pussy."
"You know what I'd like in your pussy now?" They were standing in the bathroom now. Cleaning up the room a little.
She pressed her hand to his crotch, dragging it slowly up the length of his manhood. "I can guess."
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
Sugasm #105
The best of this week’s blogs by the bloggers who blog them. Highlighting the top 3 posts as chosen by Sugasm participants. Want in Sugasm #106? Submit a link to your best post of the week using this form. Participants, repost the link list within a week and you’re all set.
This Week’s Picks
Bonbon
“I feel him start; then he groans into my mouth, a deep helpless sound, and I know I’ve got him.”
Domme virginity lost
I’m not asking you. I’m telling you. You know that, don’t you, sweet boy?”
Reality Check: Lessons Learned From Clients
“From my conversations I’ve learned a number of things that have helped me, educated me and surprised me.”
Mr. Sugasm Himself
Belladonna Likes Heroin
Editor’s Choice
Each Mirror has two sides
See also: Fleshbot’s Sex Blog Roundup each Tuesday and Friday.
(Sugasm participants should re-post all the links above within a week. The following links may be excluded as long as you include all the above links.)
NSFW Pics & Videos
Anetta Keys - Mischief In Mind
Carmella Bing - Keeping It Hardcore
Erica Campbell nude by Andrew Blake
The Hottest Babes… Right Here, Right Now
How to behave after sex
Jade | Mirage
Sex News, Reviews & Advice
At least he’s not going blind!
Lust, Caution review
NEW Gender Bending Designs
Orgasm - Do You Fake It?
Pierced for Play
Pjur Eros BodyGlide Original Silicone Lubricant Review
Top 7 Horror Porns
Erotic Writing and Experiences
At Your Service
Boy
Catalina loves (Polyamorous) Fantasies - Part II
Confessions: Babysitter
Encounter 2, Part II: All About Jane
Having her cake
How zep got me my first feel of tit
“I’m not having sex with you in here.”
A Letter…
Sexual Initiation
Splick
Symplexity Presents: The Friendly Skies
An Unexpected Opportunity
Sex Work
In the Heart of Real America: How Porn Made Me a Patriot
BDSM & Fetish
About last night…
Beat Me Baby: A Step in Submission!
Bitch in heat
Dirty, Filthy, Nasty Instructions
Feeling a Twitch
Goofiness
I Will So Whip Your Ass
A Little Fantasy I Wrote For The Mrs.
Masturbation Fantasies
Men are dogs: a fantasy
On Hands and Knees
Re-Education Part 2: A Fantasy
Revisiting the piss slit
Shame, Shame, Shame; Shame of Fools
Whippings in the eighteenth century
Sex Poetry & Recipes
Cooking With Mandy: Get Your Ass In the Kitchen Slut and Spend Some Quality Time With Your Husband Pasta with Shrimp
Friday Poem: Hot Boobs and Spam
Then
Thoughts on Sex and Relationships
“As Long As Your Vagina Looks Good…”
Ethical Adultery
Femme vs. Feminine
The Full Body Project, or Fat Can be Sexy, Part 2
Need, Want, Love
Return to sender
Sleepy HNT
Today is “Mom the Minx(’s)” Birthday
You Are So Sexy
Monday, November 05, 2007
Sugasm #104
Breaking my sugasm Cherry with #104!
The best of this week’s blogs by the bloggers who blog them. Highlighting the top 3 posts as chosen by Sugasm participants. Want in Sugasm #105? Submit a link to your best post of the week using this form. Participants, repost the link list within a week and you’re all set.
Editor’s Note: I thought it was Monday all day today. By the time I realized it wasn’t the new Sugasm had been up for a few hours. I’m just leaving it. The #105 post request will go up on Tuesday like normal.
This Week’s Picks
Awkward Sex Attempts (and Other Common Experiences)
“This put a slight damper on the “sexy” feelings I was trying to work up.”
houghts on Sex and Relationships
Go Ahead. Label Me
Oldie But Goodie - Altoids And Blow Jobs
Short and Sexy?
Why Doesn’t My Wife Want to Have Sex with Me Anymore?
Why I HATE the Term “Cuckold”
BDSM & Fetish
Always Your Slut Part 2
Angela-la Cake - Bloggers getting sweaty
Different
Fucking machines
Story: The Perils of Drink
Straight Boy Gets Fucked in the Ass
Unmasking
Who Doesn’t Dream About She Males?
Sex News & Reviews
Kumi Is A Yummy Fetish Model
NEW Bold & Sassy Designs!
NSFW Pics & Videos
Angelina Crow - Peep Show
Annette Schwarz (updated)
Catalina loves HNT (Bondage Tape)
Exotic Bloom
If I had a clone…
Merry Samhain!
More Naked Lazer Bunny Hotties
Erotic Writing and Experiences
All About the Tricks
Ancient and Debauched
Backdoor Love
Cream for my Coffee?
The dangers of blogging
First Encounter
The first time: Having sex with my wife.
I dreamed of Margene
New Beginning
Sex Report: Poolside Follies
The six days of halloween
“Smokin Ass” or Halloween Remembered
Touching
Do You Want Me To Call You A Whore?
“Who doesn’t like having their hair pulled during sex?”
Two Fer
“Neither of us heard the front door open when Jason’s roommate came home.”
Mr. Sugasm Himself
Girls and Guns
Editor’s Choice
Being a Feminist in the sex industry
See also: Fleshbot’s Sex Blog Roundup each Tuesday and Friday.
Sunday, November 04, 2007
NaNo Exerpt
Lucy had her face between a set of soft, white thighs. Her tongue and mouth were busy doing things she'd never done before. She shivered at the new tastes and scents.
She heard the man behind her unzipping his pants. She felt him kneel on the bed behind her and ease his cock into her dripping wet pussy. She put her hands on the bed to brace herself as he began to thrust into her. She didn't want to fall face first into the girl's pussy.
Death by drowning in a pussy. She nearly had to shake her head so as not to laugh at herself. How had she gotten herself into such a situation? She knew exactly how actually, upon reflection, but she'd think about that later.
****
His heart leaped into his throat as she came over. So, this was Lucy. As she came close, he could see her breasts were pushed high and the shirt was cut low. Giving him and anyone else a nice bit of cleavage to study. He frowned, not wanting anyone else to look down her shirt.
That was silly. He had only said he was in town for the night. But, for tonight, she would be his. He smiled up at her as she approached the table.
"You meeting someone here?" she asked, fiddling with the neck of her beer bottle.
"I'm meeting someone of corrupt mind. She's a purveyor of dirty stories."
"Well, then I've found the right person." She offered her hand. "Hi Mac."
"Lucy." He shook her hand. She had a strong shake. He didn't want to let go. So instead he slipped his hand over hers. She sat down across from him. "You should have waited for me to buy you a drink."
"Maybe. You can buy the next one."
"Deal." He set their hands on the table between them. He took a drink of his beer. "So, what do you think?"
She ran her eyes over him. "I think we need to have more than a drink." Then she looked away quickly. "I don't say things like that. Not outloud. Darn it."
Darn? Oh god, she was more innocent than she played. He wondered how many of her stories were real. He rubbed his thumb over her hand. "You've said worse to me."
"Not outloud. That was .. something else."
"Lucy, I'm not going to attack you or maul you. Or do anything you don't want to do." He let go of her hand abruptly. He saw disappoint flash across her face. With one hand he pulled his chair around the table to sit beside her. He put an arm around her. He put his mouth near her ear, as they both looked at her friends across the bar. "But, dear Lucy, you do play the part of a Dirty Slut. And I want to play with it."
She shivered and tried to pull away. He wouldn't let her so she drank her beer instead.
When she didn't reply he decided to push further. "All I've been thinking about today is how you taste. And how you feel. Don't you want to know what I feel." He picked up her hand and ran it along the inside of his thigh. Her hand brushed against his cock, which was somehow growing by the second. He swore lightly, he was too far gone to stop teasing her now. "I've been thinking about how you would feel wrapped around me."
Lucy pulled her hand away. She was blushing visibly, clearly shaken. And turned on, he noted. That was in her eyes. He put his hand on her knee and squeezed. "Remember that story. The couple in the bar and how he teases her under the table, while everyone looks on. How she tries not to squirm while he touched her pussy," he voice was low in her ear. "Are you wearing panties, Lucy?"
She heard the man behind her unzipping his pants. She felt him kneel on the bed behind her and ease his cock into her dripping wet pussy. She put her hands on the bed to brace herself as he began to thrust into her. She didn't want to fall face first into the girl's pussy.
Death by drowning in a pussy. She nearly had to shake her head so as not to laugh at herself. How had she gotten herself into such a situation? She knew exactly how actually, upon reflection, but she'd think about that later.
****
His heart leaped into his throat as she came over. So, this was Lucy. As she came close, he could see her breasts were pushed high and the shirt was cut low. Giving him and anyone else a nice bit of cleavage to study. He frowned, not wanting anyone else to look down her shirt.
That was silly. He had only said he was in town for the night. But, for tonight, she would be his. He smiled up at her as she approached the table.
"You meeting someone here?" she asked, fiddling with the neck of her beer bottle.
"I'm meeting someone of corrupt mind. She's a purveyor of dirty stories."
"Well, then I've found the right person." She offered her hand. "Hi Mac."
"Lucy." He shook her hand. She had a strong shake. He didn't want to let go. So instead he slipped his hand over hers. She sat down across from him. "You should have waited for me to buy you a drink."
"Maybe. You can buy the next one."
"Deal." He set their hands on the table between them. He took a drink of his beer. "So, what do you think?"
She ran her eyes over him. "I think we need to have more than a drink." Then she looked away quickly. "I don't say things like that. Not outloud. Darn it."
Darn? Oh god, she was more innocent than she played. He wondered how many of her stories were real. He rubbed his thumb over her hand. "You've said worse to me."
"Not outloud. That was .. something else."
"Lucy, I'm not going to attack you or maul you. Or do anything you don't want to do." He let go of her hand abruptly. He saw disappoint flash across her face. With one hand he pulled his chair around the table to sit beside her. He put an arm around her. He put his mouth near her ear, as they both looked at her friends across the bar. "But, dear Lucy, you do play the part of a Dirty Slut. And I want to play with it."
She shivered and tried to pull away. He wouldn't let her so she drank her beer instead.
When she didn't reply he decided to push further. "All I've been thinking about today is how you taste. And how you feel. Don't you want to know what I feel." He picked up her hand and ran it along the inside of his thigh. Her hand brushed against his cock, which was somehow growing by the second. He swore lightly, he was too far gone to stop teasing her now. "I've been thinking about how you would feel wrapped around me."
Lucy pulled her hand away. She was blushing visibly, clearly shaken. And turned on, he noted. That was in her eyes. He put his hand on her knee and squeezed. "Remember that story. The couple in the bar and how he teases her under the table, while everyone looks on. How she tries not to squirm while he touched her pussy," he voice was low in her ear. "Are you wearing panties, Lucy?"
Wednesday, October 31, 2007
Dirty Thought for the Week
While out on a walk, I passed a chainlink fence. And I was pondering the possibilities of being tied there. Naked on display. Just for a short while, since it's hella cold out these days.
Happy Halloween all! And Happy NaNoWriMo (tomorrow). My plot looks good for this year.
Happy Halloween all! And Happy NaNoWriMo (tomorrow). My plot looks good for this year.
Friday, October 26, 2007
The dangers of blogging
It was a little creepy when he first asked me where I lived in an email. I started vague and finally ended with the city, after all I wasn't using my REAL name online. Then I was freaked out when he said he lived about an hour away and could we meet for a drink. I was concerned for days, unable to write.
Finally, I agreed one drink, I named the bar- one across town, far from my apartment.
On the night, I dressed with shaking hands. Was this a good idea after all? I decided to dress casual- a skirt that was just above my knees, the boots came just below. Not too much skin showing, I thought as I looked in the full length mirror, twisting my hips so I could watch the material swish. A cream coloured shirt that hugged my curves. A little make up- highlighting my eyes and lips. A little on my cheeks.
The door bell rang as I fixed a red flower into my hair, the way he would be able to pick me out. My friends, who were coming with me, following really, to make sure he wasn't a total creep. They would keep their distance and watch to make sure I was safe.
They were dressed up- like me, ready for a girls night out. I shared a hug and kiss with each of them. We decided to take seperate cars, they would follow me there and home. But, I wanted to have my own in case something really would come of the flirting I had been doing in email with my mystery date.
At the bar, they went in first, ten minutes before I was due to arrive. I sat in my car, looking at my cell phone. It beeped "No creeps so far" the screen flashed. I laughed and touched up my lipstick. I tucked my purse under my arm and entered the bar.
I sat down at the bar and ordered a beer. While I waited for it to come, I turned around and searched the bar. "Meeting someone?" the bartender asked, as she slide the beer to me. "Five."
"Yeah. Mystery date." I smiled and pulled some cash out of my wallet.
"Over there in the corner. Guy said he was looking for a girl with a red flower."
"Thank you." I got my change and took my beer to where the bartender pointed.
"Waiting for me?" I asked, him with a slow smile. I had been hoping he wouldn't be too geeky, too young or too hairy. He was neither. He looked to be near 30, clean shaven and fine as hell. He was wearing a simple black tshirt. He filled it out nicely with all his pectoral muscles, and bulging biceps. Well, y'know, not a hulk look-alike.
I shook my head to try to clear it, as a red lust haze took over me momentarily. "Sorry what was that?" Fuck I missed his reply. My face felt hot. Oh this was not going well.
"If you are purveyor of erotic stories that I enjoy then yes, I believe I am." He smiled, crinkling the corners of his brown eyes, which had been scrutinizing me.
His smile was welcoming and I sat down. "I believe I've written a story by that description once or twice." I held out my hand and introduced myself, my real name. I was shocked as I said it, but there it was.
He replied his name, shaking my hand. "Thank you for meeting me, I know it was a little weird. I hesitated asking. And I never thought you'd show up, or be quite so ... " his eyes ran up and down me, "hot." He didn't let go of my hand, just rested them on the table.
I laughed, nervously. "Thank you. And uh, well, honestly, likewise. I thought you'd be some geeky fanboy."
He laughed. "Oh, well I am a geeky fanboy. I'm a programmer, y'know."
"I didn't. Tell me about your job then, hot geek boy."
He smiled. We continued making small talk while we drank our first drink. I played with my beer bottle when I finished. I knew I was supposed to meet my friend's in the bathroom and let them know how it was going, but I kept getting lost in his eyes. And he was still holding my hand, only he'd moved to sit next to me.
I shivered as I looked up at him, his scent wafting around me. This was dangerous ground already. He knew my every fantasy, only did he know they were fantasies only? I frowned.
"Don't frown. I think, however, your friends are trying to get your attention. I think you missed meeting time."
I laughed. "How did you know?"
"I didn't think you would come here by yourself. And when I saw you come in after them, all dressed up, I knew you were together." He smiled and stood. He pulled me to my feet. "Go talk to your friends. Invite them over, do you want another beer?"
"Are you sure I should invite them?"
"Well, if they are going to check me out they should do so properly. See if I'm suitable."
His fingers brushed my chin and I leaned into him, wanting to run my hands over his chest and see if it felt as hard as it looked. I lowered my eyes to look at his beautiful mouth, suddenly wanting to kiss him. Hands on my shoulders, he turned me around. "Beer?"
"Sure, please," I said, absently, thinking more about rubbing my ass into his crotch.
He watched me approach my friends before he went to the bar. "That's him?" they all gasped.
"Yeah, and it's like ohmygod amazing. I just want to take him home. Is that bad? Anyway, come over and join us." I glanced to him at the bar. "He insisted."
Scrapping chairs followed and we all moved to the big booth in the corner. I sat at the edge, perched waiting for him to return. Oh, it was bad alright.
He bumped my shoulder with his hips. I moved over and he put my beer infront of me, unopened, and then his arm around me, pulling me against him.
An hour and a half later and three drinks later, my friends were antsy to go dancing. I had promised that it wouldn't take long. He had spent the last hour charming me and my friends, and teasing my ear and neck and lower body with carresses of his hand and lips. My nerves felt raw with desire.
Fuck it. "Where are you staying tonight?" I asked. My freinds were gathering there things up and he wasn't moving anywhere.
"A hotel." Our eyes met. Ask me, I said, demanded, my legs nudging against his.
"Come on, let's go," my friend said. He stood and hauled me out of the booth. I had to lean against him to keep from my knees going weak on me. Damn it. Ask me.
We went out the parking lot and my friends piled into their car. "We'll call you later," they said. "Go home."
"Right. I'll try." I nodded as they drove away. He had been standing away from me and suddenly he was beside me, his hands on my lower back. "I should go home."
"You should. Do you want to?"
I shook my head and turned to face him. "What are you doing?"
"Well, my plan was to watch a porn because ... never mind. Come to my hotel for another drink?" He wrapped his arm around me and pressed his hard crotch into my belly. Okay good, that was just as arousing for him as it was for me.
"Yes. I'll follow you, right. Or which hotel?"
"Yeah, I better follow you. You know where you are going." He gave me the hotel name and address. "Wait before we go." He pulled me up and kissed me. My lips parted instantly, my head tilting to give him full access.
He let me as suddenly as he pulled me up and I was shaking as I got in my car. The drive took far too long for my taste. I parked in visitor parking and nearly ran to the front entrance. Except I could run in the boots becuase of the heels.
Once we were together again, he pulled me over for a second kiss. My body was pressed to his from shoulder to thigh. His tongue swept into my mouth, driving me crazy and making me senseless. I pressed against him, my fingers pressed into his back, trying to get closer.
His hands ran down my back and grabbed my ass. He dug his fingers in, massaging it lightly, keeping me close. Not that I had any intention of getting away. I dragged my mouth away from his. "I think we should go upstairs. I don't want to get you kicked out."
"Right," he said, looking longingly at my lips. He brushed them again and then released me. He put his hands into his pockets and smiled sheepishly. "Who knew a beautiful mind could be packaged so nicely also."
I turn to walk into the hotel, so he doesn't see me roll my eyes. Enough with the lines. He takes my hand and we go the elevator. Tenth floor. I pull him infront of me and he pushes me against the wall. Pining me with his mouth, while his hips ground against mine. A slow torture. Which makes us nearly miss our floor.
I stand impatiently behind him, while he opens the door. Once in the room we are attached again. I start pulling his shirt up, trying to decide if I should touch him first or undress him. My hands decide to run over the ridges of his stomach and up to his chest, feeling the hardness that I first admired. My first and second fingers circled his nipples.
He stopped groping my ass and back long enough to remove his shirt. Then he started on mine. I stopped exploring to give him assistance, untangling my shirt from my body. I tugged at the fastener of his jeans as he pulled down the zipper of my skirt. I let the skirt fall to the floor, and stepped out, while he shoved down his jeans.
He ran his hands over my body from shoulders to thighs. Then he cupped my breasts inside my padded lace bra. "I have to ask you something." His voice was husky. His eyes searched mine.
"What?" Nervousness crept into my voice.
"Your writing. Have you really done those things you wrote about?" He reached around me and unclasped the bra. His hands ran down my shoulders pulling the straps off.
I shook my head. "I have done very few things that I've written about. But I have masturbated about them all."
He dropped the bra on the floor. His hands covered my breasts, the palms rubbing the already distended nubs. I moaned and shifted impatiently, rubbing my legs together where the heat was gathering. "You have quite the imagination," he muttered, lowering his head to flick his tongue over each nipple. He drew one into his mouth, making me arch and forget what we had been discussing.
I let my hands drift from my his shoulders, feeling his warm skin. I pressed one hand to the front of his boxers and felt his erection flex against me. I cupped my fingers over his penis and rubbed up and down, lightly, teasing him like he was teasing me.
He bit into my nipple lightly, making me cry out and drop my hand. He kept the pressure until I stilled and then bit harder still. My breath hissed through my teeth as he increased the pressure slowly. Then he released and soothed the skin with small flicks of his tongue. Oh, he was good. And he'd been reading closely. "Fuck," I muttered, arching my chest toward him. "More."
He looked up at me. "God, I'd love to feel your mouth around my cock. But, I really don't think I'll last that long." He stood over me again, his hands, worked their way under the elastic panties, his fingers rubbed the soft mound covered within. "The way you write, I bet your mouth is amazing."
His fingers slipped between the folds, finding me wet and hot. He propelled me back onto the bed. One hand still caressing me between my legs, the other pulling my panties down my legs. I spread my legs wide for him, laying back and closing my eyes. He pressed a finger to my clit, making little circles until I cried out and tried to sit up. He moved closer to me and put his free hand on my shoulder. "Stay down. And try to enjoy this." His eyes met mine with such insistence that I acquiesced.
He sank one finger into me, keeping his thumb pressed to my clitoris. I bit my bottom lip to keep myself from jumping off the bed, or closing my legs. I squeezed my eyes shut but he opposed that as well. "Open your eyes," he kissed each one softly. "I want to watch you come for me."
He sank a second finger into me, stretching me wider. His fingers slid in and out and I started to rock my hips to the rhythm. The pressure was about to kill me, when it exploded. My body shivered with orgasm, seemingly more intense by his gaze on my face. Finally, the waves stopped and I became still. He pulled his fingers out and fed them to me. I sucked greedily on his fingers covered in my scent.
He got up off the bed and I heard zippers and foil rustling. I moved up the bed to rest on the pillows, my legs spread open, waiting. He moved over me and sank into me without pretense.
I squeezed my inner muscles around him as he sank into me again and again. I arched up toward him, meeting his hips in the middle. My fingers on his shoulders. Our eyes locked.
I felt him stiffen as he came, buried deep inside me. He muttered a curse and thrust once more. He fell on top of me. His weight crushing me, I wrapped my arms around him. "Oh god, that was fucking hot."
Finally, I agreed one drink, I named the bar- one across town, far from my apartment.
On the night, I dressed with shaking hands. Was this a good idea after all? I decided to dress casual- a skirt that was just above my knees, the boots came just below. Not too much skin showing, I thought as I looked in the full length mirror, twisting my hips so I could watch the material swish. A cream coloured shirt that hugged my curves. A little make up- highlighting my eyes and lips. A little on my cheeks.
The door bell rang as I fixed a red flower into my hair, the way he would be able to pick me out. My friends, who were coming with me, following really, to make sure he wasn't a total creep. They would keep their distance and watch to make sure I was safe.
They were dressed up- like me, ready for a girls night out. I shared a hug and kiss with each of them. We decided to take seperate cars, they would follow me there and home. But, I wanted to have my own in case something really would come of the flirting I had been doing in email with my mystery date.
At the bar, they went in first, ten minutes before I was due to arrive. I sat in my car, looking at my cell phone. It beeped "No creeps so far" the screen flashed. I laughed and touched up my lipstick. I tucked my purse under my arm and entered the bar.
I sat down at the bar and ordered a beer. While I waited for it to come, I turned around and searched the bar. "Meeting someone?" the bartender asked, as she slide the beer to me. "Five."
"Yeah. Mystery date." I smiled and pulled some cash out of my wallet.
"Over there in the corner. Guy said he was looking for a girl with a red flower."
"Thank you." I got my change and took my beer to where the bartender pointed.
"Waiting for me?" I asked, him with a slow smile. I had been hoping he wouldn't be too geeky, too young or too hairy. He was neither. He looked to be near 30, clean shaven and fine as hell. He was wearing a simple black tshirt. He filled it out nicely with all his pectoral muscles, and bulging biceps. Well, y'know, not a hulk look-alike.
I shook my head to try to clear it, as a red lust haze took over me momentarily. "Sorry what was that?" Fuck I missed his reply. My face felt hot. Oh this was not going well.
"If you are purveyor of erotic stories that I enjoy then yes, I believe I am." He smiled, crinkling the corners of his brown eyes, which had been scrutinizing me.
His smile was welcoming and I sat down. "I believe I've written a story by that description once or twice." I held out my hand and introduced myself, my real name. I was shocked as I said it, but there it was.
He replied his name, shaking my hand. "Thank you for meeting me, I know it was a little weird. I hesitated asking. And I never thought you'd show up, or be quite so ... " his eyes ran up and down me, "hot." He didn't let go of my hand, just rested them on the table.
I laughed, nervously. "Thank you. And uh, well, honestly, likewise. I thought you'd be some geeky fanboy."
He laughed. "Oh, well I am a geeky fanboy. I'm a programmer, y'know."
"I didn't. Tell me about your job then, hot geek boy."
He smiled. We continued making small talk while we drank our first drink. I played with my beer bottle when I finished. I knew I was supposed to meet my friend's in the bathroom and let them know how it was going, but I kept getting lost in his eyes. And he was still holding my hand, only he'd moved to sit next to me.
I shivered as I looked up at him, his scent wafting around me. This was dangerous ground already. He knew my every fantasy, only did he know they were fantasies only? I frowned.
"Don't frown. I think, however, your friends are trying to get your attention. I think you missed meeting time."
I laughed. "How did you know?"
"I didn't think you would come here by yourself. And when I saw you come in after them, all dressed up, I knew you were together." He smiled and stood. He pulled me to my feet. "Go talk to your friends. Invite them over, do you want another beer?"
"Are you sure I should invite them?"
"Well, if they are going to check me out they should do so properly. See if I'm suitable."
His fingers brushed my chin and I leaned into him, wanting to run my hands over his chest and see if it felt as hard as it looked. I lowered my eyes to look at his beautiful mouth, suddenly wanting to kiss him. Hands on my shoulders, he turned me around. "Beer?"
"Sure, please," I said, absently, thinking more about rubbing my ass into his crotch.
He watched me approach my friends before he went to the bar. "That's him?" they all gasped.
"Yeah, and it's like ohmygod amazing. I just want to take him home. Is that bad? Anyway, come over and join us." I glanced to him at the bar. "He insisted."
Scrapping chairs followed and we all moved to the big booth in the corner. I sat at the edge, perched waiting for him to return. Oh, it was bad alright.
He bumped my shoulder with his hips. I moved over and he put my beer infront of me, unopened, and then his arm around me, pulling me against him.
An hour and a half later and three drinks later, my friends were antsy to go dancing. I had promised that it wouldn't take long. He had spent the last hour charming me and my friends, and teasing my ear and neck and lower body with carresses of his hand and lips. My nerves felt raw with desire.
Fuck it. "Where are you staying tonight?" I asked. My freinds were gathering there things up and he wasn't moving anywhere.
"A hotel." Our eyes met. Ask me, I said, demanded, my legs nudging against his.
"Come on, let's go," my friend said. He stood and hauled me out of the booth. I had to lean against him to keep from my knees going weak on me. Damn it. Ask me.
We went out the parking lot and my friends piled into their car. "We'll call you later," they said. "Go home."
"Right. I'll try." I nodded as they drove away. He had been standing away from me and suddenly he was beside me, his hands on my lower back. "I should go home."
"You should. Do you want to?"
I shook my head and turned to face him. "What are you doing?"
"Well, my plan was to watch a porn because ... never mind. Come to my hotel for another drink?" He wrapped his arm around me and pressed his hard crotch into my belly. Okay good, that was just as arousing for him as it was for me.
"Yes. I'll follow you, right. Or which hotel?"
"Yeah, I better follow you. You know where you are going." He gave me the hotel name and address. "Wait before we go." He pulled me up and kissed me. My lips parted instantly, my head tilting to give him full access.
He let me as suddenly as he pulled me up and I was shaking as I got in my car. The drive took far too long for my taste. I parked in visitor parking and nearly ran to the front entrance. Except I could run in the boots becuase of the heels.
Once we were together again, he pulled me over for a second kiss. My body was pressed to his from shoulder to thigh. His tongue swept into my mouth, driving me crazy and making me senseless. I pressed against him, my fingers pressed into his back, trying to get closer.
His hands ran down my back and grabbed my ass. He dug his fingers in, massaging it lightly, keeping me close. Not that I had any intention of getting away. I dragged my mouth away from his. "I think we should go upstairs. I don't want to get you kicked out."
"Right," he said, looking longingly at my lips. He brushed them again and then released me. He put his hands into his pockets and smiled sheepishly. "Who knew a beautiful mind could be packaged so nicely also."
I turn to walk into the hotel, so he doesn't see me roll my eyes. Enough with the lines. He takes my hand and we go the elevator. Tenth floor. I pull him infront of me and he pushes me against the wall. Pining me with his mouth, while his hips ground against mine. A slow torture. Which makes us nearly miss our floor.
I stand impatiently behind him, while he opens the door. Once in the room we are attached again. I start pulling his shirt up, trying to decide if I should touch him first or undress him. My hands decide to run over the ridges of his stomach and up to his chest, feeling the hardness that I first admired. My first and second fingers circled his nipples.
He stopped groping my ass and back long enough to remove his shirt. Then he started on mine. I stopped exploring to give him assistance, untangling my shirt from my body. I tugged at the fastener of his jeans as he pulled down the zipper of my skirt. I let the skirt fall to the floor, and stepped out, while he shoved down his jeans.
He ran his hands over my body from shoulders to thighs. Then he cupped my breasts inside my padded lace bra. "I have to ask you something." His voice was husky. His eyes searched mine.
"What?" Nervousness crept into my voice.
"Your writing. Have you really done those things you wrote about?" He reached around me and unclasped the bra. His hands ran down my shoulders pulling the straps off.
I shook my head. "I have done very few things that I've written about. But I have masturbated about them all."
He dropped the bra on the floor. His hands covered my breasts, the palms rubbing the already distended nubs. I moaned and shifted impatiently, rubbing my legs together where the heat was gathering. "You have quite the imagination," he muttered, lowering his head to flick his tongue over each nipple. He drew one into his mouth, making me arch and forget what we had been discussing.
I let my hands drift from my his shoulders, feeling his warm skin. I pressed one hand to the front of his boxers and felt his erection flex against me. I cupped my fingers over his penis and rubbed up and down, lightly, teasing him like he was teasing me.
He bit into my nipple lightly, making me cry out and drop my hand. He kept the pressure until I stilled and then bit harder still. My breath hissed through my teeth as he increased the pressure slowly. Then he released and soothed the skin with small flicks of his tongue. Oh, he was good. And he'd been reading closely. "Fuck," I muttered, arching my chest toward him. "More."
He looked up at me. "God, I'd love to feel your mouth around my cock. But, I really don't think I'll last that long." He stood over me again, his hands, worked their way under the elastic panties, his fingers rubbed the soft mound covered within. "The way you write, I bet your mouth is amazing."
His fingers slipped between the folds, finding me wet and hot. He propelled me back onto the bed. One hand still caressing me between my legs, the other pulling my panties down my legs. I spread my legs wide for him, laying back and closing my eyes. He pressed a finger to my clit, making little circles until I cried out and tried to sit up. He moved closer to me and put his free hand on my shoulder. "Stay down. And try to enjoy this." His eyes met mine with such insistence that I acquiesced.
He sank one finger into me, keeping his thumb pressed to my clitoris. I bit my bottom lip to keep myself from jumping off the bed, or closing my legs. I squeezed my eyes shut but he opposed that as well. "Open your eyes," he kissed each one softly. "I want to watch you come for me."
He sank a second finger into me, stretching me wider. His fingers slid in and out and I started to rock my hips to the rhythm. The pressure was about to kill me, when it exploded. My body shivered with orgasm, seemingly more intense by his gaze on my face. Finally, the waves stopped and I became still. He pulled his fingers out and fed them to me. I sucked greedily on his fingers covered in my scent.
He got up off the bed and I heard zippers and foil rustling. I moved up the bed to rest on the pillows, my legs spread open, waiting. He moved over me and sank into me without pretense.
I squeezed my inner muscles around him as he sank into me again and again. I arched up toward him, meeting his hips in the middle. My fingers on his shoulders. Our eyes locked.
I felt him stiffen as he came, buried deep inside me. He muttered a curse and thrust once more. He fell on top of me. His weight crushing me, I wrapped my arms around him. "Oh god, that was fucking hot."
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