You look me up and down as I stand in the door way and wonder if ive followed your instructions. Silently you lead me down the hall. At the bedroom door you shove me against the door frame, kiss me deeply and remove my clothes, leaving me standing in the lingerie you told me to be wearing. You nod your approval with a smirk on your face and push me on to the bed and straight away bling fold me. You straddle me and I can feel your hard cock through your pants as you lean forward and restrain my hands above my head. You get off me and go to the foot of the bed where you grab me by the ankles and slide me down the bed so my arms are stretched straight and restrain my ankles. I cant move, even if I wanted to. I hear you walk away and I wonder what your doing. The longer I wait with anticipation the wetter I get. I feel you put something on the bed and my brain wonders what you go planned for me when before I can think anything I feel your body weight on the bed. You lean forward and start kissing up my inner thigh, tasting, teasing, licking while your other hand runs up my other leg. Both your mouth and hand reach my pussy, a thin piece of material containing my wetness. You place your mouth over my clit and I can feel you breathing through my panties and you can smell how wet I am already. I rock my hips around for a second before you tell not to move or I will be punished. I try my hardest not to move but cant help it when you move my panties to the side and take my clit in your mouth where I gasp with pleasure. You stop immediately and say you warned me not to move. You get off the bed and move around to the side. By this time im wanting to beg you to touch me but know I cant, good girls don’t do that. Im laying there for what feels like forever. Im so wet and wanting you to fuck me and you know this, you know making me wait drives me insane and is one of my ultimate punishments. I can hear you at the other side of the room where all your toys and equipment is kept. I imagine you standing there looking over the tools of the trade appreciating the gags, floggers, clamps, dildos and vibratos of all different shapes and sizes. The anticipation is killing me as to what you will use first or will you leave them all and instead fuck me with your beautiful erection. You return to the bed and I feel you lean over me from the side of the bed till your mouth is just about mine. You tell me sternly, with your firm grip on my jaw, that I am not to move or say a word until told to and if I do you will leave me where and how I am, alone and all night and then to my surprise you kiss me deeply and passionately. By this stage my pussy is throbbing and begging to be fucked. With your lips on my mouth you start slowly twisting and pulling my nipples, gradually getting harder. I moan into your mouth, my nipples burning and my whole body shaking with the need to orgasm. I feel so close that I only need a little more to send me over the edge. Sensing this you step back and I want to beg you not to stop, you know this and I know you have that sly grin on your face. Its unexpected when I feel cold metal slide down and across my breasts and over my nipples. Its then that I realise you have the clamps. You pull hard on one nipple, making me arch my back and groan with desire. You flick that nipple as a reminder to keep quiet. You pull the nipple again and attach the clamp and repeat the process with the other nipple. The pleasurable pain is almost unbearable and with the clamps on its not going to stop any time soon. I feel your fingers run down my abdomen, lower and lower. Im trying my hardest not to squirm and its taking all my strength. Im fighting the battle with myself to not beg you to fuck me. I can feel my wetness dripping from me, my pussy yearning for you to touch me . The feeling as your finger tips run over my clit is explosive, my heart rate and breathing race and my body starts shaking. You immediately pull your fingers away and again sternly tell me Not Yet. You continue by saying ‘You nearly came just then, im going to leave you here for a little while till you’ve ing as I hear you walk away, I want to beg you to stay, beg you to touch me. I try to relax whilst you leave me here but I know you haven’t left the room. The clamps are leaving me in a state of constant arousal and it doesn’t help that I imagining all the things that you could do to me. I hear you move in the room and feel you close to me as you run your hand down my cheek. You kiss me again and at the same time lift the chain that attaches all three clamps to each other which digs the clamps in bringing more pleasure and pain. Your other hand travels down the top of my thighs, teasing me as you drag your fingers across my now over sensitive skin. You twist the clamp on my clit making me gasp and squirm more and glide a finger down my dripping wet pussy. You kiss and bite along my neck and shoulder as you slide a finger inside me, making me gasp. You quickly add another finger which slides in easily and you quickly find my g-spot makes my body start to shudder, my head spin and body writhe. I’m so close to coming and you stop. The words please don’t stop come out of my mouth before I can stop them and I know I’ve disobeyed you. Its not my place to question you. I am here for your pleasure, I agreed to give myself over to you, to do as you please, to make you happy. You unshackle me but leave me blindfolded and tell me to get on my hands and knees which I’m quick to obey. I feel you pick something up off the bed and I’m unsure what it is. You tell me to spread my legs and run you hand over my ass and its then I realise what your going to do and I know I’ve really disappointed you. You only spank me when I have really annoyed you. While it’s something I’m not a huge fan of I know I deserve it. I brace myself for the first impact and you tell me to count them out loud. You hand connects with my skin and I jump. I immediately feel the sting and start counting. You rub the area of impact and the second one comes shortly after and this one hurts that little more. My skin is starting to burn and I know there is more to come. I know you aren’t trying to cause me serious pain but just trying to torment me some more. By the time I have counted to 10 my ass feel like it is on fire, is swollen and sore and I’m on the verge of tears. You come around to my face and kiss me deeply. Now that you’ve stopped I realise how much the spanking has aroused me. There’s wetness down my thighs and my clit is throbbing. It’s like you can read my mind and your hand travels down to my pussy, you try to supress a groan when you realise just how wet you’ve made me. You start to rub my pussy, revelling in the moisture you’ve created and without warning you plunge 2 fingers back inside me. My pussy muscles contract around your fingers as slide them in and out, faster and faster until my breathing is ragged and my body is shaking. You slide your fingers out and begin to rub my wetness over my asshole. My body starts to tingle in response and I let out a moan. You grab to lube and the butt plug you got earlier and coat it well. This is something you haven’t explored with me before but your keen to see how I respond. You rub the lube over my asshole and I start feeling like I’m going to lose control. You pull sharply down on the chain attached to the clamps which jolts me out of coming too soon. Your fingers leave my ass and you replace them with the butt plug. You slowly but firmly slide it inside me and its almost too much. Then suddenly its on and you allow me to get used to the sensations. I feel incredible but there’s still something missing from my pussy. I can hear your clothes hitting the floor and your immediately behind me, your hands roaming across my body stroking and pinching, bringing me to fever pitch. Finally, I feel you push my shoulders down so my chest is flat on the bed and the clamps dig further into my nipples. Then I feel you guiding yourself into me, slowly filling me. I try to push back onto you but you hold be still around my hips. You’re the one in control. I feel so full and I love it. I can feel the butt plug shift as you push hard against me and the sensation is incredible. After a few moments of sliding in and out, bit by bit, you give in to your desires. You tighten your grip on my hips and begin to fuck me hard and fast, over and over. I can’t take it anymore and I beg you for permission to orgasm. You reach around and free my clit from its clamp and that’s the final straw. I fall into my orgasm, flat on the bed, my body shaking, fluid gushing from me and soaking the bed. You don’t let up though and your thrusts just push me higher and higher making my orgasm more powerful. If I weren’t already lying down I would have collapsed. You reach underneath me and pull the chains still attached to my nipples which send another orgasm ripping through my body. I begin to cry out again as emotions and orgasms overtake me. I keep riding this most incredible of highs as I feel your thrusts become more and more urgent. With one final thrust you slam into me and I feel you cum deep inside me. As you fall on top of me you roll us both onto our side with your arms around me. With a smirk on your face you say to me See what happens when you behave.

21 April 2018

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After a copious amounts of champagne in the lounge we head towards the lift at the Marriot, there is another person in the lift and we move to the back and teasingly stare at each other. The lift stops and the passenger gets out so I walk across to you and gently start kissing your ear and sliding my tongue along your goose bump covered neck. My right hand softly slips down to your waiting breast to firmly caress you as we begin a long passionate kiss. The lift opens at our floor and we spill out into the hallway stumbling towards the room as I squeeze you from behind and kiss your neck. We head into the room and you turn to beckon me towards the desk. You throw everything to the ground and sit on the desk, spreading your legs so your skirt rides up revealing your black lingerie. We again kiss deeply and slowly and you feel the bulge in my jeans pressing against your longing pussy. I work my way down kissing between your flushed breasts until I kneel before you and start to kiss your inner thigh as you guide my hand up to tease you through the lingerie. Once I feel your wetness build through the delicate fabric I let my mouth wander to get just a taste of your sweet juices. Your taste only gets me hotter and I slip your lingerie to one side revealing your moist wet slit which I immediately devour. As I suck your sensitive clit two fingers slip inside you and you lift your feet on to my shoulders to let me go deeper. You grab the back of my head and force my eager tongue against your pulsating clit. I slowly stand before you and you hurriedly undo my belt and jeans to release my rock hard shaft engorged with excitement. You lift your knees up and grab my ass driving me inside you to pause for a moment as we savour that overwhelming sensation of the first thrust…

18 April 2018

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You emerge from the bathroom and you take my breath away. You are dressed in a strapless tight red dress. You slowly walk towards me and say “How do I look?” I respond by grabbing your hand and guiding it to my hardened cock and say “Absolutely gorgeous.” You give my cock a squeeze through my pants and say “There is plenty of time for that later.” We quickly finish getting ready and leave our hotel room arm in arm. As we walk towards the lift I can’t help but feel that we are in for a good night. We make our way down to the lobby and as we walk through I notice that everyone can not help but stare and admire your beauty. I feel lucky to have you beside me. We make our way to our car that is waiting for us. The driver opens the door and lets you in. I watch him as he can’t take his eyes off you. As we make our way to the restaurant we chit chat about a number of things. Whilst we chat we keep gently caressing each other. I notice the driver constantly looking at you in his rear view mirror and I grin with delight because tonight you are mine. We arrive to our restaurant and we are shown to our table. It is the best one in the house with an amazing view. Again as we walk through the restaurant I notice that staff and patrons can’t help but admire your beauty. All the women in the restaurant wish they looked like you and all the men are wishing they were with you. We sit down and promptly order a couple of cocktails. As we drink them we chat and laugh about a number of things. We caress each other at every opportunity we have. As the night progresses we order our food and more drinks. The alcohol starts to take effect and our caresses become more intimate and erotic. I place my hand on your exposed leg and gently feel your soft skin. You instinctively spread your legs and grab my hand. You guide my hand higher up your thigh as I lean in and kiss you gently on your lips. I can feel the heat from your pussy as one finger brushes against your pussy. You moan in delight and for the first time I realise that you are not wearing any underwear. I keep my hand on your thigh as we continue to kiss. We are then interrupted by our waiter asking if we’d like dessert. I grin at him and say “Yes most definitely.” just as I stroke your pussy. You blush as you contain a moan. We order our dessert as you order yours I slide a finger into your wet pussy. As the waiter leaves I remove my finger from you and lick my wet finger. I taste you and savor your sweetness. You lean in and kiss me and you can taste yourself on my tongue. Our kiss intensifies and you place your hand on my crotch and squeeze my cock. You whisper in my ear “I can’t wait to suck your cock.” As you say that you feel my cock twitch. Shortly after our desserts arrive. We quickly finish our dessert and settle the bill as we both can’t wait to consume each other. We leave the restaurant and get back into our car. As soon as the door is closed we are all over each other. We grope and caress each other without any care that the driver is in the car. My hand slides up your thigh and into your pussy. You moan as two fingers enter your wet pussy. Although the driver can’t see anything he suspects that we are having lots of fun in the back. As I finger you we embrace in a kiss you hold my hand on your groin as I rub your g spot. Before we know it we are back at the hotel. We adjust ourselves and I lick my fingers clean. The driver lets us out and says with a grin “Have a great night.” You turn to him and say with a smile “We certainly plan to.” We quickly make our way to the lift. As we get in another couple enter as well. You stand in front of me and rub your gorgeous ass against my crotch. You feel my hardness and smile. We reach our floor and get out of the lift the other couple smile as they know exactly what we are about to get up to. As soon as we get to our room we embrace in a passionate kiss before we can even close the door. As we make our way into the room you take my jacket off and undo my belt. I unzip your dress and you let it slide off your body. I step back to admire you. You stand there completely naked with just your high heels on and say “How do I look honey?” I simply start to unbutton my shirt. You step forward and pull my shirt down. You then grab my pants and undo them and slide them down to my ankles. You lower your self and admire my hard cock straining against my underwear. You then push me onto the bed as you nibble on my cock through my underwear. You remove my shoes and my pants. You look up at me and say “Just lay back and let me take care of you.” You grin as you look at me and you start to pull my underwear down. I feel your hot breath on my cock and moan in pleasure. You start to kiss around my thighs gently brushing my cock and balls with your hair. I keep moaning as you tease me. I grab your head and try to guide you to my cock. You break free and say “No lover, let me control the pace.” I move my hands away and let you take control. You gently give my cock a small lick. I squirm in pleasure. You lick again and again each time longer and longer. I feel your tongue lick around my cock head as you grab the base. You look up at me and see I have my eyes closed. Suddenly you take my cock into your mouth as you cup my smooth balls with one hand and stroke my shaft with the other. I grunt and moan in pleasure. Your tongue feels like silk sliding around my cock. My breathing becomes deeper and deeper as you take me in your mouth. You have complete control of me and that excites you. You reach down and start to play with your pussy as you suck my cock. You moan as you finger your wet pussy and suck my cock. I ask to taste you and you take your fingers out of your pussy and place them on my mouth. I take your fingers into my mouth and taste your sweetness. You feel my cock twitch as I taste you. I beg to taste you and you quickly position your self into a 69. Your pussy is glistening with your sweet nectar. I start to lick the length of your pussy lips, tasting your sweetness as you take my cock in your mouth. We continue tasting each other and I start to finger your pussy as you play with my balls. I feel your body start to quiver and I know that you are soon to orgasm. I start to finger you faster and deeper. You moan around my cock as I lick your clit. Your breathing becomes deeper and deeper and the suddenly you scream in pleasure as your orgasm takes over your body. You sit up as you keep orgasming you grind into my mouth and fingers. I drive my tongue deep into you as your juices cover my face. As your orgasm subsides you go back down to sucking my cock. You pick up your pace as I gently lick you. Your mouth and hand work perfectly with each other and I can feel my orgasm building up. You feel my body begin to tense up and you keep sucking my cock then suddenly I start to shudder as I erupt into your mouth. You try and swallow all of my cum as I moan into your pussy. You feel my final eruption and gently release my cock from your mouth as you lick me clean. We lay in position getting our breath back. Suddenly you jump up and say “I’m going for a shower.” I lay there regathering my breath as I hear the water running, then suddenly you yell out “Are you going to join me lover?” I smile and know that it is going to be a long night.

17 April 2018

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I'm lying on my stomach with you straddling my back as you drip massage oil over me and rub it in. It feels great, you're really going well, loosening the muscles in my neck and back. You move so you're sitting on my thighs and pour more oil over me. You lean forward and rub your breasts against my back, your hands moving all over me. You get off me to rub my thighs, your hands dig in hard. You move higher, your fingers just touching my balls. You keep going, reaching under me to hold them and stroke my cock as it gets harder. I raise my arse to give you easier access. You grab a small vibrator and press it against my hole, I push back, you drip a little oil so it runs down my crack and push the vibrator all the way in. You leave it there as you quickly move to tie my hands to the bed and blindfold me. You quickly put on a strap on as you fuck me with the vibrator. You pull me up to my knees and take the vibrator out, you get behind me and hold my hips as you push the strap on into me. It's bigger than the vibrator and stretches my arse wide You fuck me hard and scratch my back, making me moan. You get off and untie me and make me lie on my back. You get on top of me and fuck my arse again, my hard cock is rubbing between us and I cum, shooting it over my stomach and chest, with you on top it gets over you as well. You get off and kiss your way down my body, licking my salty cum off as you go. You get to my cock and suck the last of my load out then come up to kiss me and you play with my cock as I put my arm around you

27 March 2018

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(written for me by an exGF) I want you to kiss me all over, starting with my lips, then moving down my neck collarbone and down my back. You pick me up and carry me into the bathroom where you slowly take my lingerie off, still kissing my neck, ears and back. As the water runs over my naked body you massage me with soap. I run my fingers down your stomach and down your thighs. As I'm bending down you slap my ass making me jump. With that you grab both of my arms and force them against the wall above my head. You hold them there with one hand while the other starts to rub my clit I try to move but you hold me down, pleasuring me and making me squirm. The more I move around the harder you hold me against the wall and just before I cum you force your huge and throbbing cock inside of me, picking me up and slamming me against the shower wall You continue to fuck me against the wall as I orgasm. You put me back on the ground and then as I'm still orgasming, you take me from behind I scream with pleasure. You are right on my g-spot. Every time you penetrate me I feel your cock against my g-spot, it's so intense and I can't help but moan and giggle because it is so intense I don't know what to do I can feel the pressure building and building I'm starting to orgasm, with that you start to cum with me. It is so intense like nothing I have ever felt before You kiss my back, pull out and then leave me in the shower.

16 March 2018

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(This is written like a fantasy but is true down to every detail, it happened !) The night was cool, the stars are hidden beneath a layer of cloud even the rays of light from the moon were but a shimmering glow in the sky. As I lent over the balcony overlooking my street my thoughts wandering vaguely through the day's events, skipping and hopping about like a leaf on the wind, my head was starting to ache so I closed my eyes. So peaceful breathing deep letting my thoughts go as I slowly released my breath. Goosebumps rippling up my arms as a shiver runs down my spine the night air seeping through my nightie. As I wrap my arms around myself my thoughts drift you, your strong warm arms surrounding me keeping me safe and warm within their embrace. A soft sigh escapes my lips as the image grows taking on a life of its own...turning me in your arms your lips finding mine in the dark, almost brutally claiming them seeking to devour my soul through your lips. Softly whimpering against your lips,you move ravishing my tender neck, my pulse so strong..rapid I swear you can feel it through your lips, taste it on your tongue. Panting struggling to breathe, to hold myself upright I reach for the railing holding on to it for dear life as your hands begin to traverse my body swiftly shifting from place to place, leaving a trail of heat behind you. My skin tingling with excitement even as your hand moves to another spot, utterly hopeless I throw my head back softly whimpering as I lean against the railing for support shadowing the onslaught of your hands and lips. I go to reach for you only to have my own hand placed upon my tit, forcing me to squeeze my already hardening nipple through my nightie, moaning I do as you ask twisting and tormenting my breasts even as a river begins to trickle down the inside of my thigh. I bite my lower lips hard almost drawing blood as my body threatens to be engulfed by the fire burning deep inside me., whimpering as your fingers brush lightly over my wet pussy wriggling pushing, trying to press my heated pussy against your hand again, not caring if we fall to the ground in a heap only concerned with your touch..with you. My breathing heavy and coming in short rasps, your fingers slide between my lips with ease, drawing a moan from deep within my throat as they lightly flick across my clit, more I need more. As if hearing my thoughts your fingers begin to move vigorously rubbing my clit, my fingers pinching and pulling at my nipple. Turning my head I pull my lips between my teeth muffling the scream as I cum, my body trembles and I struggle to stay standing, my juices like silken heat running over my fingers. As I realize my fingers are sticky with my juices the thought pushes the fading tremors of my orgasm to the back of my mind, opening my eyes I look around and see I am alone on the veranda and you where just a fantasy waiting to be filled. With a smile, I suck my fingers clean and go back inside waiting for you to come home so that you can fulfill this girls fantasy every single one of them.

11 March 2018

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The sun filtering through the window gently wakes me from my dreams, trying to peer through slits rather than open my eyes to the blinding light of day. Experimentally I stretch my naked body beneath the covers, arching my back as I reach for the heavens. Parts of me feel tender and sore and I lay there for a moment trying to remember why like an old movie the night before plays in my head. It Saturday night and as usual I had music playing, swaying my hips and slowly stepping about the kitchen floor wearing a short black nightie that barely covers my ass and cut so low if I bent over my ample breasts would surely fight for freedom. My movements sensual in rhythm with the tune I was listening to, you had disappeared to bed a few hours before claiming tiredness so I could dance as I wanted without fear of you watching. I hated when people watched me dance. Lost in the music playing in my ears I don't notice you watching me..bending over sliding my hands up my legs slowly as I gently wiggle my ass, slapping my inner thighs my whole body swaying. I loved to dance like this my inner goddess emerging showing her sensual carefree side. The song changed and the tempo picked up my hips and pelvis bouncing and swaying to the beat as my hands slowly slide down my body grasping my heated mound gently squeezing it before sliding back up, lost in my own world I bent over slowly wiggling my ass and as I stood up I felt ur hard erection pressed firmly against my ass ur hands gripping my hips tightly. Both making me freeze briefly before standing up smiling 'Baby didn't hear you get up ' I can't see you but I know your horny and nothing I could say will persuade you from taking me right here, what I didn't know is how badly you wanted me at the time. Without saying a word you slide your hand up the middle of my back pushing me forward again until I was forced to use my hands for support, your voice hoarse laced with primal need ' You're a fucking tease baby, I try to stand up straight again and swiftly you smack my naked ass cheek the sound reverberating through me even as I whimper with sheer delight, you torment me with hard cock rubbing it over the same spot you just hit with your hand. You push against me harder causing me to take a step forward and another until we reach the dining room table. My body humming with excitement I feel you wrap my hair around your hand pulling to back to stand up straight, my breaths ragged as I struggle not to tremble as the fire within surges to almost exploding point, your hot breath against my ear I close my eyes hearing your whispered words ' Cum for me baby ' before I even have a chance to collect myself I feel my juices run down my thighs as I cum moaning deeply as it ripples through my body making my knees weak as I savour this blissful feeling you grab my leg pushing it up onto the edge of the table spreading my legs. Roughly you pull my nightie down my shoulders so it sits around my middle leaving my hard nipples exposed. Whimpering softly as the cool air clings to my dampness almost soothing it 'Baby please ' my words are lost as you speak over me ' you're my toy tonight baby ' without warning your hard cock drives into me forcing a moan from my lips it fills my silkens walls so perfectly. I push against you needing more hearing you growl and a firm tug on my hair tells me it's not my show tonight. Licking my lips I wait my body quivering with anticipation you pull out and drive into me again harder this time whimpering my silken walls convulse around your shaft hugging it, You pull my head back so I feel your soft lips brush my ear ' You're not going to cum until I tell you or I'll make it so you don't sit for a week ' I can tell by your voice your threat isn't hollow so I do my best to obey as your cock ravishes my soaked pussy over and over, biting my lower lip as hard as I can to distract from this growing feeling deep in my belly. I can't take it any longer moaning I cry out ' Baby please' You smack my ass cheek hard the sting a slight relief to this endless heavenly torment. I hear your deep moan as you dig your fingers into my hips I know you're soaring high and that single thought is my undoing. I cum moaning as I slump against the table my pussy quivering, spasming around your cock my juices flowing down my thighs as they fight to be free. Hazily I hear you growl at me pulling my leg off the table you leave me bent over the table lost in an intoxicating haze of desire. I feel the sharp sting whimpering, again a little harder curling my toes I try I moan deep in my throat you can tell I'm going to surrender Leaning down you whisper ' Cum for me baby ' I'm flying again the sharp sting of your smack lifting me higher I cry out ' Ooooh God! ' my body trembling so bad I can't stand any longer, collapsing to my knees I close my eyes lost in the land of bliss for what feels like a lifetime. I wake up feeling the cool sheets against my deliciously sore ass and smile.

9 March 2018

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I wake with a start my eyes flicking around the room as I sit up, my heart racing I notice the bedside lamp is still on I look next to me and sigh with relief as I see your still laying there, sliding out from under the covers I try to think about what woke me suddenly but my mind comes up blank. I rub my hands over my face and decide to have a cup of tea to settle my nerves The house is eerily quite I look at the clock on the microwave it reads 2 am mentally I smack myself for even being out of bed, knowing my day will be long if I don't return to bed soon sighing I put the kettle on and make a cup of tea choosing to sit in the lounge room hoping the hum of the tv will help ease me, I lay back on the chase closing my eyes as I let the heat of my cup soak through my palms ' Mmmm...' opening my eyes again I begin to feel normal my heart steady and nerves no longer on edge but I still cant remember what woke me so suddenly. Shaking my head I stare at the tv and allow my mind to drift , I hear a creak as if someone is walking around the house I look at the doorway expecting you to be standing there but nope nothing... my thoughts shift to you laying in bed warm deep in slumber..a smile plays upon my lips as I think of all things you would allow me to do with body as you sleep..my smile growing as I know all too well how responsive you are to me in your slumber. I lay back my thoughts grow turning into vivid images of us driving along a dark road no light to be seen except that of the stars, my hand stroking your inner thigh brushing against your cock slightly, your talking to me about something I don't hear because my thoughts are fixed on how hard your cock is becoming with my touches. I ask you to release your cock for me, shyly you smile but do as I ask..licking my lips as I watch him burst free already throbbing..aching for my touch.. wrapping my hand around your hard shaft I rub my thumb over the head back and forth lightly tormenting you...we've not traveled for long when you see an outline of a picnic area on the side of the road, without saying a word you pull over right next to table and chairs stopping the engine.. Its so quiet I can your heavy breathing..becoming shallower as I begin to stroke your cock..my eyes glued to your face The exquisite look of pleasure shifting and changing your features in the dim light... softly moaning you ask ' can we go outside baby' at that moment I lean over wrapping my hot wet mouth around the head of your cock just holding it there...I hear a sharp intake of air another moan and words ' please baby ' oh how I love the sound of your voice when its laced with lust and desire.. I sit back up and smile at you before hopping out of the car and going to sit on table..there's no shelter..no lights and no noise all around us..just twinkling stars above us Before you can reach me I slip my panties and bra off hiding them behind my back so you don't see them...a lusty smile upon your lips you step between my legs your hands sliding up my thighs slipping under my skirt..your eyes pop widen for a moment as you realize there's nothing stopping you..a wicked smile crosses your lips and before I can say anything you roughly push my legs apart and ram your hard cock into me... the sheer force and sudden feeling of fullness as you stretch my silken walls ripples through me making me cum instantly...moaning I tilt my head back allowing you access to all of me.. I hear your voice restrained saturated with need as you pull back ' you shouldn't tease me so much baby ' just as you finish talking you ram hard and deep back into me...nearly making me cum again... before I can answer or utter a word I feel empty you've removed your cock from me and stepped back...smiling you beckon me with a single finger ' come here baby ' I slip from the table just about to take a step when you grab my hand and turn me around lightly sensually clasping your hand over my throat as you breathe into my ear ' I will show you why you shouldn't tease me my love' I can feeling my pussy flooding with excitement as my body awakes like a flower seeking the sun humming with anticipation of your every touch....whimpering softly you push me forward so my hands fly forward landing on the seat to stop myself from falling forward and hitting my head. you roughly push my legs apart with your knee as you grip my hips... almost trembling I close my eyes my body craving all you have to give. You push up my skirt so it rests on my hips..spanking my ass cheek hard making me arch my back even as I push against you ...the sound echoing into the night you smack the other ass cheek... softly moaning I feel dazed as excitement..pleasure..lust and passion all course through my veins clogging them to near bursting point ..before I can even recover you enter my soaked wet pussy.. not caring if you hurt me..as your strokes become almost possessed...harder and harder you ravage my silken walls with your rock hard cock...quivering I throw my head back scream with ecstasy into the night cumming so hard I'm floating on an ocean that has no ending ..my juices like a river running around your cock saturating your balls now I hear your strokes the slap of wet flesh pounding against each other...moaning as you keep me in blissful heaven....finally I feel you still inside me...breathing heavily... struggling I open my eyes your holding me up as my legs tremble so much.... helping me to sit down I lean against you trying to ground myself fighting off the need to sleep and recoup ....I smile up at you happily...your lips are moving I focus on your voice ' baby...baby its time to get up ' My eyes fly open and I'm laying on the couch your standing over me. A huge smile forms on my face as I realize it was a dream and say to you as I get up ' wanna go for a drive this weekend baby?

9 March 2018

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It would be hot to find you broken down in your car on an isolated road. I would find you with the bonnet up and bending over to look at the engine, your dress riding high to expose your pussy and arse. I would come up beside you and ask if I could help. While you were bending over to show me I would move my hand between your butt cheeks and circle your arsehole with my finger, you try to move but I hold you there. then moving fingers to your pussy I open your hole and push two inside. You are wet, dripping, you are breathing hard as I thrust them into your open pussy, working them around and finding your gspot I start to massage it. Your legs involuntarily move further apart, giving me more access to your holes. With my other hand I work on your hardening nipples, pinching and pulling on them.  Your legs are shaking now as I tear your dress from your body leaving you totally naked. I turn you around and continue to work two fingers in your cunt and my thumb rubs hard across your clit. Your juices are running down your thighs now and your nipples are standing hard and erect. I lower my mouth to suck first one then the other, taking time to roll my tongue around them then suck as much of your tit into my mouth as I can. 
 You are moaning and talking dirty, wanting, begging to be fucked now. 
I work your clit and gspot harder, faster while sucking your nipples, you are so turned on now, you dirty mouth continues to call me names and beg for your cunt to be fucked. Then you are there, over the edge, cumming like a river your juices gush out of your hole covering my hand and your legs. I continue to work on your cunt and then you cum again, harder than the first time. Your legs are shaking uncontrollably and you squirt and moan loudly. 
I push you to your hands and knees and take my hard cock out. You are begging me to give you cock and you call me a dirty fucking cunt as I thrust it into your hole and pound slow and hard, building you to yet another orgasm. When it comes you buck your hips and your pussy convulses, trying to get more cock into it. I pump harder now and work towards my own release. My his pound my throbbing cock into you and at last I feel my balls tighten and I shoot jet after jet of hot thick cum into your dripping hole. 
When at last my orgasm finishes I pull my cock out and watch my cum mixed with yours gush out of you and run down your thighs. I stand and pull up my shorts. Without saying a word I leave you still on all fours, fucked and satisfied 

6 March 2018

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“What a sexy image I have in my mind now of you sitting there, your cock dripping tasty pre cum oozing down your leg. Are you thinking of licking me out, of me writhing under your tongue whimpering with each orgasm. I would love to be there with my face in your lap and hands on your balls and your shaft, your dirty whore sucking your knob. Running my tongue under the rim of your head....sticking the tip of my tongue down your sweet little piss hole....mmmmmm I miss your cock so bad, your big thick dick fucking my tight arse, my wet cunt, my hungry mouth. Your little call has driven me wild...you must be so in need of a welcoming cunt to risk calling me like that and that has made me so hot. Knowing Im here just waiting to spread my legs for you must be like torture. I can't stop thinking about having you fuck my pussy with another mans cock in my arse....to have four hands exploring my body, watching you with him, his cock in your mouth, my mouth so close we can feel each others warm breathe before we share his throbbing dick, kissing each other and his knob at the same time. ..fuck I'm actually moaning out loud at the thought. Maybe you would like to suck my clit while he fucks me...I'm such a dirty fucking slut that I want to do it all and have it all done to me, get off on watching the two of you.... Oh god I want to suck your cock while he fucks your arse....would you like that babe....to cum deep in my throat while he shoots his hot load deep in your nice tight arse..Jesus, I have to go do something for this crazy lust going on in my whole body right now and dream of our next fuck.”

6 March 2018

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The sun was low and simmering by the time Evie returned home. She had swum for a little longer than she had realised, but it felt good, her muscles aching nicely. She set her bag and keys down on the kitchen table, walked over to the living room windows and threw the curtains open. Bryan obviously wasn't home, but she half-heartedly called his name anyway, more out of habit than anything else. A relic from a bygone era, she casually thought to herself. Bryan was never home on the weekends any more. She stood at the window for a moment, looking out to the courtyard, fallen leaves smattering the pavers like splashes of brown paint. Bryan had planted an elm tree there years ago, in what had been an empty soily patch, which they had subsequently transformed into their 'outside space'. Now the tree was large and looming, casting puppeteer shadows over the faded red hue of the pavers. The memories of those early years were happy, but brought the more recent ones into a stark, suffocating contrast. Every time she looked at that fucking tree.. She could cut it down, she thought, and half-giggled to herself at the idea. Wouldn't Bryan just lose it at that. A delightful fantasy. Evie stood for a moment more, her hair still wet and dripping slowly onto the carpet beneath her bare feet. She dug her toes in a little. Hmm. Felt good. Eventually she turned, and made her way to the bathroom down the hall. She removed the wet towel from around her waist, hoisting it onto the edge of the bath. She hooked her thumbs under the straps of her swimming costume and began to slide them off her shoulders. Evie caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror and paused, mid action. Despite being in her early forties - or later thirties as she had begun telling new acquaintances - her figure had still retained the sculpted curves that had won her so much attention in her younger days. The blue swimsuit, still wet from the pool, clung to her body tightly, protesting again the firm mounds of her breasts, her nipples prominent beneath the stretched material. Her tummy was still flat, perfect curves leading outward to her hips, untouched by any maternal trauma. Evie had experienced an event as a child, which she tried hard to forget, the consequences of which were scarring, emotionally and physically. She was told at that young age that she would forever be a 'barren woman', which back then had only conjured up images of deserts and abandoned ghost towns. However as she grew older her understanding changed, and the label seemed unremovable. It didn't stop her from having sex, in fact she was one of the first of her friends to do so. But it was a blight on herself that she couldn't erase or ignore, no matter how hard she scrubbed at it. Her inability to have children, she mused, had probably impacted the marriage which she would describe as herself 'enduring'. By that token, despite all the wrongdoings thrust upon her, the increasing coldness of her husband's gaze, the withdrawal of intimate interaction, she still could not avoid the steady and unflinching feelings of guilt. What kind of woman was unable to provide a child for her husband? If she had lived back in the reign of medieval kings and queens, she most likely would have been beheaded. As she stared at herself, a familiar feeling of longing began to stir inside her. To be looked at with intrigue, to be wanted, to be touched. To be kissed with passion, with desire. To be fucked. How deeply she wanted that. She resumed sliding the straps down her shoulders, but slowly now, relishing both the gradual reveal of skin, and the touch of her own fingertips. Her came out of the straps, first the left, then the right, her hazel eyes steady within her own gaze, as if seducing her own self. She hooked both thumbs at her sides and slowly, slowly began to slide the swimming costume down, over her breasts, her nipples pink and, she was intrigued to notice, perfectly erect. With the costume now around her tummy, Evie stared at herself, a light sheen of moisture gleaming on her bare skin. What man wouldn't want this, she thought. To touch me... She took a hand and gently pressed it against her left breast, still fixed in her own gaze, a slightly deeper breath coming as she felt the warmth of her palm against the sensitive nipple and areola. She did the same with her other hand and the other breast, both in handfuls, her breath quickening, she hands beginning to squeeze and massage the warm skin beneath her fingers. She closed her eyes and tried to take her mind back to those early days, when she would be explored in the back of her boyfriend's old car, one side mirror missing, a tongue on her neck and fingers finding the wetness between her thighs. Her lips parted slightly as she played with herself, squeezing slowly, the nerve endings at the tip of her nipples electric, pool water still dripping down the back of her legs and lightly splashing on the bathroom tiles below. The boy in the car had found the wetness between her legs, a finger slipping inside deeply and bending at the knuckle, pushing against the magic spot just below her tummy. Evie found her own hand sliding down from her left breast, slipping beneath the border of her swimming costume, feeling the warmth, the soft folds of her pussy lips wet against her trailing fingers, sliding along the border of her opening, teasing... Then, Evie heard something, something that took her away from the back of that car and back into the bathroom, her eyes snapping open, her fingers suddenly frozen. The front door, slamming shut. A sound she recognised, a sound she had come to despise. Her husband was home.

5 March 2018

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The room was quiet when she entered, she had expected him to be awake, he never slept or that was what she knew of him to be true. Instead she found a quiet room, and the soft breaths that only the fast asleep produced. Creeping further into the room, she moved until she stood beside his bed, she had been in her own and had wanted to see just how he slept when she was not next to him. When he slept curled around her body, her own nestled into his body warmth. It was hard not to get lost in that feeling, in the warmth of his body, the heat of his touch. She moved forward, her knees touching the edge of his bed before she moved until she crawled onto the bed. She watched his every movement hoping he didn't wake until she wished him to. Her hand curled around the duvet and pulled slowly downwards, revealing his body as she did. He was a work of art, one she wanted to just glance on, but that wasn't what was on the cards; no she had something else in mind. She pulled until the duvet was down around his ankles, his body bared to her gaze. She slid her hands up his thighs, creating a space between them so that she could sit comfortably. She looked up the line of his body, enjoying the view for that single moment before she lowered her body and licked the skin just below his belly button. He tasted salty, having sweated in his sleep, he was like a delicious salt treat and she continued down as she nibbled and sucked. Stopping every few moments to make sure he was still sleeping. He slept on and she grinned, her lips grazing over his skin as she nibbled her way to his hip, pausing when she felt him move but he soon settled. She didn't know why he slept better when she was near him and yet he had no idea she was there and so should have woken by now, but on he slept. She suckled his skin, sucking until she knew she drew the blood to the surface, could feel the throb against her lips that signalled that he would carry her mark, at least for a few days. From his hip she traveled back towards the middle of his body, her tongue dipping into his belly button before her tongue swirled down to the start of his pelvis. He had developed v lines in the time she knew him, she had watched them develop and drooled over the possibility of touching them, but here she was getting to do more then touch, she was getting to taste them, enjoying the hard ridged feel against her tongue. Licking her way down she moved her body to widen his legs, her hands massaging the firm muscles as she explored his body while he slumbered. With each luck she drifted closer and closer to his cock. Wanting to get there before he grew hard, before he became the monster she knew him to be. With one last lick, her mouth opened and closed around his soft cock, feeling it against her tongue as she rolled it around her mouth. It was a completely different texture, sometimes that softly deceptive. She sucked and pulled at his shaft, knowing that before long he would grow and change, he would become silk covered steel and fill her mouth to stretching. With each suck she expected him to wake and yet he did nothing more then move slightly, was she doing it right? She took him deeply, knowing she could with him being soft as he was, she swallowed her throat contracting around his tip, the action awakening his body that she felt as he began to grow. He grew against her tongue, one minute soft the next stretching her mouth to bursting. She pulled back until the tip of her tongue caressed the head of his cock, his body moving as his hands slid into her hair of their own design. His hands tightened in her hair, fisting the strands tightly as his hips rose. Slowly at first and then faster and faster, he started to fuck her mouth, they both moaned at the same time. Her hand fondled his balls, rolling them with just the right pressure of squeezes that had him groaning in pleasure. His cock slid over her tongue and deep into the heat of her throat. With each thrust his breathing increased, his hands flexing in her hair, she hollowed out her cheeks the pressure increasing as he took her mouth in his sleep. Was he dreaming of this or was he thinking of what else he would take of hers. She had thought to take advantage of him, but she was no longer sure who was taking advantage of whom. Listening as his breathing deepened, feeling his body seize as he climaxed. He flowed over her tongue, flooding her mouth and throat with his hot seed. It coated the inside of her mouth with a sweet and salty flavour, she drunk down all that he gave, but he gave to much to be contained and it drizzled down her chin. Pulling from his hold, she sat up between his legs and her eyes met his open and awake ones. She grinned as she licked her lips... "Good Morning...

3 March 2018

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It was agreed. Not a word would be spoken. You knew the time and the place. You would leave your door unlocked. At the agreed time I would arrive and approach the door hungry for what was about to occur. The door opens and all that can be seen is the flicker of candle light. Nothing can be heard except the hammering of my heart. I know I'm not alone. I know somewhere, in another room your heart is hammering too. Anticipation is building. I slowly make my way through the house. You are becoming more and more excited. You don't know what will happen, but you can't wait for whatever it is. As I find the room where the flickering light is stronger, I remain outside listening. I can hear your breathing is quicker and deeper than it would be normally. As I enter, you have done as I asked. You stand with your back to the door, your hands resting against the foot of the bed, naked, the light illuminating your beauty. Your legs are apart and I notice a slight shake in your body. Nervous excitement is driving you wild. I approach you and place a blindfold around your head. You tremble at my touch. My fingers brush your hair away from your face and you take a sharp intake of air. I step back and admire your beautiful female body. My fingers reach for you and lightly caress your cheek and down your neck. They spread to your shoulders and move across your upper back. Slowly the trace light touches down your spine and I move closer. My mouth is close to your ear and I know you can feel my breath. My fingers move across to your hands and slowly travel up and back to your shoulders. As i continue to caress you gently I know you want more. My hands pause on your shoulders before slowly moving around to your breasts. Circling, teasing. Light touches, light nails. Gentle caresses before I find your nipples. I roll them gently and give a gentle squeeze. My hands continue to explore covering every inch of you. They move up and down your legs, over your stomach and all over your back. Kisses are placed on your neck, between your shoulder blades and behind your ears. Slowly, I turn you around and keep your legs apart. I can you are excited. You glisten in the candle light. My hands continue to explore as do my kisses. My fingers hover below your stomach and mm by mm travel south. They skirt around your lips and down your thighs. They return and repeat. I feel your hips push towards me, but I'm not ready...yet. Just when you think you can't handle it any more, my fingers part your lips and slide over that sweet spot of pleasure. You gasp as they pass over and down to your yearning entrance before returning again. This happens more with varied pressure. Up and down, circling, gentle, firmly. Ever so slowly my fingers work their magic on you building your desire. Then i withdraw them. I know you can hear me undress and another tremble escapes you. I approach you and turn you around again. I guide your legs apart and move your hands to the bed rail. My cock is positioned , ready. All i have to do is push. I hold steady as my fingers reach around and tease your clit more. Finally I enter you slowly inch by inch. My fingers travel across you. Your clit, your breasts, stomach, back shoulders, neck. I find my rhythm moving in and out slowly. All the way in and all the way out to my tip. My hands don't stop. I can feel you won't take long. Your hips match my movements and it's building. You can't keep quiet any longer. Moans escape you lips. Gasps. This excites me further. Finally neither of us can hold back and we erupt in a huge release of sexual fulfillment. Your legs shake as you give yourself to the moment. We hold steady in the moment, heavy breaths shaking bodies. Then slowly I withdraw. I turn you around and kiss you deeply. I then gather my belongings and leave, as agreed.

28 February 2018

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Hmmm where will I start?  Maybe with you coming into the store late one afternoon about half an hour before closing.  There aren't many people around and only a few walking by.  You walk right into the store and up the back to where I am standing behind the counter checking something on the computer.  After what we have done in the past you can start to feel yourself getting aroused just walking up to me. You are wearing a skirt and a blouse that buttons up.  I look up from the computer and smile at you.  I look you up and down and start to feel my penis growing as I imagine you naked.  You start to blush a little and I know you are thinking of the same thing.  You stand at the side of the counter just around the corner from where I am standing.  I give you a quick kiss then go back to my work. Or at least it looks like I do. Instead of work visions of what we could be doing start running through my head.  I reach around the corner of the counter and place my hand on your ars, lightly squeezing it.  I pull you around the corner a little so we are both looking out the front door.  You move your hand down to my crotch and can feel my cock throbbing through my trousers.  I reach down and pull your skirt up at the back and slide my hand across your ars over your panties. I slide my hand under your ars and between your legs where I can feel your body is hot and wet. You can feel your nipples getting hard and rubbing against the fabric of your bra, making them even more sensitive.  You part your legs a little, letting me rub my hand all the way between your legs. I push the fabric of your panties to one side and run the tip of my finger all the way along your pussy lips, making you bite your lip a little as it runs over your clit.  I do it a few more times then take my finger away and putting it to my lips, suck your juices off it. You watch as I do and can feel the arousal building more and more in yourself.  I tell you to move to the other side, which you do and you turn to face me. You are on my right side now and you lean forward on the counter.  Again I lift your skirt at the back and this time it's my stronger right hand, this time however I pull your panties down a little so that they are at the top of your thighs leaving your ars and pussy naked underneath your skirt.  I rub my hand across your left ars cheek then slide my hand between them, running my fingers along your body, over your tight little arshole, sending a shiver through your body, then between your pussy lips like before.  Then I rub over your hot mound with my whole hand, feeling how hot and wet you are.  I fold my middle finger back into the palm of my hand, making a hard little nub that rubs between your lips and over your clit as the two fingers either side rub over your pussy.  I can tell by your face that you are very aroused and approaching orgasm as I slide my middle finger inside your body slowly.  You grip the counter a little as I do, trying not to give away too much with your face as we watch the people walk by.  I slide my finger out of you and instead slide my thumb inside you, allowing me to use my middle finger to stimulate your clit.  Your juices are flowing down onto my hand and I can start to feel your body move against me, your thighs shaking a little.  All of a sudden you grip the counter hard with one hand and put your other on mine through your skirt, saying "Don't stop" through gritted teeth as you orgasm there in the store, your body thrusting against the counter as you cum hard.   You stand there for a little while, your breathing slowing down.  Then you turn around to face me and put your hand firmly on the bulge in my trousers.  Squeezing it a little you say to me "Well are you going to give me what I came here for?" and lick your lips a little.  Then you unzip my trousers and slide your hand inside my jocks, taking a firm grip on the hard cock you find there.  You push my underwear down, letting my cock spring free from it's confinement.  It's hard and throbbing in your hand as you stroke it from base to tip, a little drop of precum wetting the tip.  You touch it with your finger then lick it off, a smile playing on your lips.  You push your panties off underneath your skirt then lift your leg and wrap it around my waist, pushing your heel into my ars making me come closer to you.  You reach down with one hand while your other is on my shoulder steadying you.  You take my throbbing rod in your hand and slide it up and down your wet slit before digging your heel into my ars once again and guiding the head into you.  You gasp as you feel it part your lips and I can feel the warm wetness of your body against my flesh.  I grab you by the ars and pull us closer, pushing my cock into you a little more before slowly sliding out a little again.  Each time I push in a little further before sliding my cock back out, but it's slow, very slow so as to not arouse suspicion of what we are doing.  You can feel every inch of me sliding in and out of you until finally my entire length is inside you.  We continue this way for only a little while before the sensation of your warm wetness wrapped around my cock, along with the vivid memory of you cumming in my hand, push me to the edge of orgasm.  I pull almost all the way out of you before thrusting my length all the way in again and you feel the pressure inside you as I orgasm, shooting my hot white semen deep inside your body.  We stay like that for a time as the last of my cum spurts from the head of my cock filling your pussy.  Then I pull out of you, warm cum dripping from your pussy and coating my cock.  You put your fingertips in it then put it to your lips as we kiss, tasting our combined cum.  I slip my cock back inside my pants and zip up as you pull your panties back up.  We kiss one more time then you walk out of the store, feeling our cum leaking from your body into your drenched panties.

21 February 2018

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I think I might start with me coming to your house and you opening the door to me. You invite me in and I follow you down the hall to the kitchen, watching your ars as you walk. I'm extremely horny and my pants are hiding my erection. We get to the kitchen and you turn around and I kiss you, our tongues playing with each other as we wrap our arms around the other. I can feel your boobs pressed against my chest as we kiss and my hands start to move down your back to your ars, pulling you to me. Your legs go to each side of mine and you can feel my erection pressing against your leg. Feeling my hard cock pressing into you, you start to grind yourself up and down against my leg, slowly with my hands on your ars. I press my leg into you and push my hands harder onto your ars, pulling you into me further and making you feel the pressure as my leg presses against your pussy. It's making you hornier and you rub my crotch with your hand, feeling my throbbing cock under the fabric. I break our kiss and push you against your kitchen table, making you lean against it. I start to kiss your neck, working my way from side to side across your throat before telling you turn around. You turn around so you are up against the table with my body pressing against your ars. I keep kissing your neck from behind as my arms wrap around you so my hands are on your boobs. You are moving your ars against me so that it rubs against my stiff cock through my trousers. My hands rub your boobs, feeling the nipples grow hard against my palms. One of my hands slides down between your legs and starts to rub at your pussy. You are moving your body against mine and you can start to feel the wetness build between your thighs. My hand slides inside your pants and rubs your pussy through your panties, the moisture getting them all wet. I undo your top and pull it off you, turning you around again. I kiss my way from your throat down to your boobs then undo your bra and slip it off you, leaving your breasts naked. I kiss them, taking first one nipple then the other into my mouth and sucking on them, feeling them grow hard in my mouth as my tongue flicks the tip of your nipples. I push your legs apart with mine and stand between them, rubbing my crotch into yours as my hands are on your ars again. My mouth is on your boobs, sucking and licking your nipples as we grind into each other. I undo my shirt and take it off then start to kiss you again, your boobs pressing into my bare chest. You sit on the table and wrap your legs around my waist, pulling me harder into you. You can feel my hard cock rubbing against your pussy through our clothes which only gets you wetter. My hand slides down your pants and I can feel how wet you are. I undo your pants and you stand up, letting them drop to the floor then sit back on the table. I bend and suck and kiss your boobs again, rolling your nipples in my mouth and pulling them with my teeth as I rub your soaking panties with one hand. I grab the waistband of your panties in my hands and pull them down and off you, leaving you naked sitting on your table. I push your legs apart and kneel between them with your thighs resting on my shoulders. I start to kiss your inner thighs, working my way closer and closer towards your body until I'm kissing the wetness off your pussy. I put my tongue out and in one smooth motion lick all the way from your bottom to the top of your gorgeous slit, tasting you. Next time my tongue parts your lips, sliding between them and over your clit, making you moan. I use my hands to part your lips so that I can lick and suck your clit, taking it into my mouth and sucking on it softly. You lie back on the table as I continue, one hand on your boobs teasing your nipples and the other on the back of my head. I keep going, licking and sucking your pussy lips and clit, tasting your beautiful juices as they come from your body as you move closer and closer to orgasm. I slide one of my fingers into your pussy and press on your g spot, making you gasp. I keep going slowly sliding a second finger into you, penetrating you as you start to move beneath me. Your movements start to take on a steady involuntary rhythm as you get close to cumming with you moving your legs so your heels dig into my shoulders and both hands on my head, pushing my face into you. You start to moan louder and louder as you grind into my face until finally you start to cum, telling me "don't stop babe" as you thrust your pussy into my face. The orgasm rips bolts of pleasure through your body. Your thrusts die down and you lie there as I stand up. I lean over you and kiss you on the mouth. You can taste yourself on my lips as I kiss you. You sit up and can see I've taken my trousers off, leaving me naked with my erect cock standing out from my body. You slip off the table and grasp my erection in your hands, feeling it throb in your fingers. You smile at me and then bend down with my cock at the level of your face. YOu stroke it a couple of times then lightly kiss the tip before you poke your tongue out and lick the pre-cum that's on the tip. You part your lips and slide your mouth down the length, tasting it. You then proceed to blow me like I've never been blown before, ending with my cum spurting from the tip of my cock. You stand up and grab me by the cock, pulling me and leading me into your bedroom. You lie down on the bed and I follow you, lying with our arms wrapped around each other. We begin to kiss again, tenderly at first then more passionately as our hands explore each others naked body. You can feel my dick getting hard again as your already wet pussy starts to get wetter. Finally we are lying together fully aroused doing all but fuck each other when I move away and tell you to get on your hands and knees. You kneel on the bed and I kneel behind you, sliding the tip of my hard, throbbing cock up and down your slit to get it nice and wet before you reach between your legs and grab it, guiding the head into your pussy. I grab you by the hips and slide it in a little further before pulling almost all the way back out, teasing you with my cock. I push in a little further each time before pulling almost all the way back out each time, letting you feel every little bit of my hard cock sliding into you until my cock is all the way into your pussy. Then I start slowly sliding in and out of you, getting a little faster each time, until we are fucking fast, my balls slapping against your wet pussy lips. You reach down to play with your clit as we fuck, making yourself cum in no time at all. The sensation of your pussy muscles clamping around my hard cock and you thrusting your body against me brings on my own orgasm and I blow my load of thick white cum deep inside you. We lie side by side on your bed, our bodies coated in sweat and each others cum, a pleased smile on both our faces.

21 February 2018

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Filling your ass with my cock, I tighten my jaw in pleasurable resistance. As I steadily plunge deeper, you hold in all sound, along with your breath. Struggling and failing not to rush, I push all the way inside you, and a single scream eludes your grasp. As soon as I feel able to do so without cumming, I retract, then thrust again. Gentle play has quickly given way to fucking your ass so hard that the bed shakes beneath us. Not hard enough, though. You're still quiet. Taking firm hold of your ass, I pull it toward me as I force my cock into it as hard as I can. It's not going to take long, I can tell. You are so tight around me. As I fuck you, I collapse a little with pleasure. I'm leaning over you a little, pulling your hair as I regain my balance. Thrusting faster against me, you obviously know what I know. In moments, I'm going to cum. I can't hold back against this. Starting to retract, I feel your feet behind me. Continuing to thrust for a moment, the pleasure is mounting. My skin is tingling. My vision is beginning to sparkle. I'm going to cum. I tell you so, and you moan with delight. I ask you where, and you tell me anywhere I want. This feels amazing. You feel amazing. I pull back urgently. I'm going to cum on your ass. Fuck. Almost out, I collide with your legs again, and they push back against me. You are so tight. Both of us are quivering, shaking, partway over the edge. One more attempt, but your legs are crossed, holding me down, pressing me further into you. I tell you that I'm cumming, but you still don't let me go. I know what you want, but I want you to say it. Tell me to cum in your ass. Do it fast though, since I can't last much longer, no matter how hard I try. Maintaining my focus as long as I can… Say it. Just say it, please. One more second… And you finally say it. Here it comes. Here I go. Thrusting viciously into you now, unable discern through the clouds of my own sensation if the sounds you're making are of pleasure, pain, or the perfect mix. Unable to care, for the moment as well. I can feel how like a steel spike I am as I drive into you, pierce you and fuck you with every minuscule remainder of my power. Now. The first stream of hot fluid discharges deep inside you, at the pinnacle of a violent thrust. The second erupts within you in much greater volume. I can feel a pocket of my hot cum forming, caressing the head of my cock in a slippery mess. You make me feel so dirty, so thrilled, so alive. I'm cumming in your ass… Fuck. I need every second of us, every second with you. Each is an eternity, until it's over. The third blast of thick, hot cum pushes the last one a little deeper, and starts spreading the hot liquid further around me. Holding your hips and regaining some of my vision, I start hammering you uncontrollably. You feel several more spurts jet into you as my cock slams into you, jumping and twitching all the way down. When it's finally over, I collapse – all my weight atop you, my cock still buried in you. Now, all we can do is lay here, gasping great gulps of postcoital pleasure, and shaking with shear, devilish delight...

18 February 2018

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She waits inside their secret place, hair up, suit neatly pressed. He bursts in, bringing the vigour of his exertions with him and slams his foot onto the bench. As he bends to remove his runners, she lunges from behind, grabs his singlet and peels it off with an urgency that both suprises and excites her. His lean, lightly moistened body is now fully exposed to her ravenous hands which turn him and push his shoulders back against the wall. She plants a firm kiss, breaks, then latches on to his chest, running her tongue down until it reaches the tight polyester garment nestling his manhood. She teases out the contours with her busy, persistent fingers, soon triggering the desired response. Abruptly the shorts are ripped away and without warning she has consumed his hard rod whole with a mouth so soft and delicate that his knees buckle under the weight of pleasure. Her lips suck and slide, her toungue serpentine in its wicked delight. All he can do is unravel her glistening hair and fondle it tenderly...until he can take no more. In one movement he rises, cradles her body against his own and brings them down gently onto the carefully laid mat. They roll and heave with wild athleticism. Before long he has removed her suit and freed her exquisite breasts. They find each other's groins and grind feverishly, his hot flesh pressed against her fine lace panties. She pauses to slip them off and in that moment melts his eyes with a look of final abandonment. He draws a deep breath and plunges in...

26 January 2018

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The Tulip After meeting informally at a conference and a few conversations which seemed to spark a mutual curiosity about one another, Gideon’s invitation to meet for a drink seemed innocuous enough. After all, they made each other smile, and occasionally laugh; their inclinations in music and art and public matters were similar, and there was a physical frission between them that wasn’t conventional attraction, but created a dull, interior warmth in them both. It was like the knowing of a hidden thing, that few others could sense. Both were a part of a couple, but unknown to each other, had started to outgrow their partners sexually, and so shared the same longing for release and a new stage on which to perform and to stretch . Both were inherently loners, although active socially; both absorbed in their work and their daytime lives, so neither were remotely interested in romantic entanglements, but extremely interested in a whole variety of other entanglements. Life, they figured, was short, and so was their tolerance for the ordinary. They both wanted to use, and to be used. They wanted to cloak themselves in a new persona while stripping the clothes and the public inhibitions from their collaborator; to sate their appetites, but then to walk away into their daylights with a secret energy radiating from their loins and a smile curling at their lips. It was inevitable, with so many threads in their individual lives drawing together, that a rope of some kind would be formed. They had exchanged numbers quickly and their occasional phone but more frequent text exchanges had pushed their conversations flirtatiously into those other preoccupations that dealt solely with play and pleasure, and those things which occupied their secret spaces ­ what aroused them, what fascinated them, the stimulations they hungered for. Almost from the beginning, there was an apparent simpatico evident between them. It doesn’t take long to recognise one of your own. Despite the fact that he seemed a newcomer to some of the physical explorations she was already making, she had a sense that his instincts showed some promise, and so meeting for a drink was a normal next step to test her hunch. He was lean and physical, with an intense gaze and a creative bent, coiled somehow, and more on the interesting side of attractive than the handsome. She was never short on attention, and drawing men to her was easy, but ­ we’ll call her Valerie - was not a common girl. Perhaps it was the measure of Spanish blood in her lineage that led her to expect that attraction and lust needed to be laced with a little mystery. She needed some shadowy element of the unknowable in her partner (or her prey) to make her pulse quicken beyond her lawyer’s normal, stable professional coolness. She wondered whether she might be able to slot him into the fantasies that woke her in the half-dreamt, pre-dawn dark each morning long before her husband stirred, and which drew her hand ever so slowly across her breasts, sparking her nipples quickly to life, and inexorably continuing down her belly, to the peak of her mound, and then down, and further down. She wondered whether those instincts she felt he may have might lead him to take hold of her fantasy, and to quietly assert his control over her anticipation; to bind her body and to travel over and through it, with his hands and his words and his silences. They agreed to continue their conversation in person at a bar in the lobby of The Ansonia - a chic new boutique hotel in the city. The bar had an opulent Oriental theme and they had arranged to meet after work on a Thursday night. Valerie had a full day of meetings as part of her annual client review cycle. She would try to reinforce her firm’s value to them and present a picture of legal victories claimed or commercial defeats and embarrassments averted, while coolly deflecting the overly attentive gaze of her mostly male clients. She’d been torn between the fear of being distracted during her meetings by the anticipation of her rendezvous with Gideon that night and the desire to put an edge on her day so that when the night came, she would be in costume physically and mentally. She decided that at this point in her life, “edge “easily trumped “distraction”, and that she would go for it. Along with her tailored black jacket and skirt, she wore a fitted white blouse of heavy, quite masculine Egyptian cotton. While the weight of fabric leant toward the masculine, it was cut to her every contour and this, in concert with its opacity implied a definite, but inaccessible femininity. It was collarless, buttoned high, elongating her neck and providing a palette against which her deep chestnut hair fell and played artfully with a jade and amber beaded necklace which sat and fell just over the ridge of her breasts. Christian Louboutin black patent leather pumps and seamed black silk stocking completed the conservative but calculated ensemble, designed to impress and to intimidate, while taunting the observant with a perfect run of cloth over the curves of her body. The part that the intimidated and impressed couldn’t see, and which fuelled not only the suggestion but also the physical element of distraction were the very modern lines of blood-red satin Aubade lingerie that Valerie had rebelliously decided should bridge the narrow space between her naked skin and the tailored professional package on the outside. Each item, from the thin satin bows that tied the sides of her knickers to the sheerness of her bra which ended just over her nipples and barely had enough cup to contain her breasts, to the narrow waistcincher whose red suspenders met the black of her stockings, was its own rebellion. A symbol of control to those she held at bay, but of submission to someone, when she chose the moment. The sheen and delicacy of the French delights seemed to take on a life of their own under her starched and structured outer clothing, and slid and caressed her most sensitive skin each time she moved. Rising from her chair, crossing her legs, reaching for her coffee or stretching to point to a line on a chart each produced a tiny rewarding touch of friction upon her, and a constant reminder of what she had assembled underneath, and why. They were, however, very, very distracting, and it was with relief that Valerie shook her last client’s hand at the lift lobby and was able to turn her mind to her rendezvous with Gideon in half an hour. The lift doors closed and her property developer client descended; she turned on her significant heels and, drawing a slow breath, walked slowly back to her office to touch up her lipstick before leaving. As she walked in to her office, lost in her thoughts, her mobile vibrated suddenly and noisily on her desk startling her. She felt the thrum of her heart beat against the tight fitting blouse and a pulse across her abdomen as she reached to pick up the phone and read the text that had flashed onto the screen. “On time?” She fumbled at the keys, uncharacteristically nervous now. “Yes ­ on my way. How are you travelling?” Valerie waited for Gideon’s reply, but the phone sat still in her hand. She was just about to leave, thinking he may be driving and not able to respond, when the screen lit up again. “What do you like to drink? She felt her heart start to speed it’s rhythm again but recognised the distinction between nervousness and the beginning of excitement. On the threshold of blurting out that she didn’t know what she felt like drinking, she managed to key instead; “I like Cointreau on ice to start with, but perhaps this first time, the gentleman should choose?” Looking at the text for a moment, she wondered how he would take the suggestion, but as this was a step into some unknown, in any case, it seemed to be in the spirit of the night to hit “Send”, without really knowing. Throwing on her coat and a sheer silk scarf around her neck, she gathered up her handbag and became lost in the percussive echo of her heels on the hard stone floor. As the lift doors slid shut and the floor imperceptibly fell away, her phone vibrated Gideon’s reply. “Yes” Though she had wondered a dozen times in the short cab ride from her office to the Ansonia, Valerie hadn't worked out whether Gideon's "Yes" was yes to her normal libation or to choosing one for her. Since acknowledging their draw towards one another, the pull, and agreeing to meet, a subtle change had come over their exchanges. When they were just loosely connected professional peers, he was open and loose, an easy companion to like and pass the time with. Now that the match had been struck, he began to withdraw into the shadows, perhaps, she thought, so that she would follow him, with the match, to throw a brush of light onto the deeper place they were entering. She sensed Gideon to be holding back half of what was there, half of what he might or might not give her; half of what she wished to see and to know, but couldn't. The Ansonia was, as always plush, warm and casually ostentatious. Just a little too dimly lit to properly identify its clientele to the slightly disorientated newcomer fresh from the street. One felt that that's exactly how its clientele liked it. It was more subdued in volume than most city bars, probably because of the hotel above, but possibly also because of the secrets most likely shared there nightly over their perfectly mixed cocktails. Valerie walked slowly into the bar peering through the soft dark for Gideon and praying her nerves wouldn't betray her intended veneer of assured charm once he saw her. As much as she might be able to disguise her nervousness through sheer bluff, the sudden tension of her arrival and the anticipation of locking eyes with Gideon had conspired to make her painfully aroused. Realising her nipples had involuntarily risen to acknowledge her desire, they strained and abraded against the mesh of her bra and Valerie subtly drew her coat lapels together to cover her breasts, thankful now, for the room's apprehended light. She stopped and slowly pirouetted on the ball of her foot, scanning the room. A man looked her up and down and tried to catch her eye, then another as she continued to turn, but there was no discernible sight of Gideon. Spying a free booth just a few feet away, Valerie made for it, her heels and skirt forcing her to slide in awkwardly but gratefully. The rising of her skirt and parting of her legs as she sat and slid across the fabric presented a brief contact point between her sheathed pussy and the surface of the booth and she welcomed the brief relief to her arousal of that friction. She would track Gideon down and direct him to the black velvet booth and set about seducing him, she thought, but no sooner had she fished her phone from her bag than it vibrated in her hand - a text from Gideon - "Ready for your drink?. Valerie blinked then sat up and looked around over the top of the booth's cushions. Was he nearby somewhere, watching her? She saw nothing so turned her attention to the screen again. "More than ready", she tapped in quickly, "but where are you?" The reply came so quickly he must have known exactly what her question would be and she started to feel like she was being played a little. "There's been a little change of plan - your drink is waiting but there's something I need you to do first." The next half hour blurred like the landscape in the window of a train. Later, Valerie would remember little of how she got from the bar to the room. More texts came from Gideon; she was asked to collect a hotel room entry card from the reception desk upstairs; she was told to let herself in to the corresponding room five further floors up; She was told to strip; she was told to now deposit the entry card underneath a planter on the same floor, but she could only put back on one item of clothing. She obeyed each instruction without question, drunk now on the adventure, disorientated but still unable not to give herself over to it. She had arrived wearing a coat, so she put that on over her nakedness, propped the door open and rushed to the planter location praying that no-one would see her, shoeless, possibly noticing her nakedness under her coat, and that the door wouldn't close before she could dash back to the room. But she made it back. Leaning back against the door once it had shut with her safely on the right side of it, Valerie closed her eyes and fought to regain her breath as the next instruction came. It told her to go into the bathroom and to shower, but again, a condition. She had to close the door and leave the light off. Shaking her head, Valerie moved the half dozen steps to the bathroom door, dropping the coat from her shoulders onto the carpet before stepping inside. "Is this it?", she wondered, whatever "it “might be. Depositing her phone onto the vanity, she closed the door behind her and banished the light. In pitch darkness, Valerie fumbled her way to the shower, reaching for surfaces to guide her until she was inside the shower recess. She found the taps and, adjusting the water, stepped under, feeling every drop of water roll down her body as the darkness eliminated her sense of sight and heightened her sense of touch. After a while, Valerie heard the bathroom door open, close again then nothing. In the stillness, she could hear her heart. An endless minute later, as she strained to hear or see anything, the shower door opened and she felt hands find her. Valerie turned slowly to face him, but he turned her back to face the wall. Gideon’s body pressed against her, pushing her against the wall, his rising cock resting on the small of her back ­ and she felt his left hand slide with the falling water around to cup her hanging breast, rolling her erect nipple between his fingers and pulling on it gently. His right hand ran down her spine, from the top of her neck, down the ridges of her vertebrae, slipping between her cheeks and then cupping her cunt. Still, Valerie saw nothing, only feeling him and the water, and her heartbeat vibrating from within. She moved against Gideon’s hand and it opened, fingers splaying, her your cunt lips falling between his fingers, riding the backwards and forwards motion. Valerie’s’ head probed back against him, turning, her mouth, seeking out his and finding it. Her breath was shallow and drew sharply inwards as his fingers slid inside of her, moving, caressing. As she moved in a circle onto his fingers, Valerie pressed back against his cock, and brought it into the same motion. His left hand slipped down her torso, from her breast and found the nub of her clitoris. It moved in a tiny circle, pressing around it but in the opposite direction to his right hand and his fingers. The dance continued until... His hands were suddenly gone, and from the crest of her arousal, before she knew what had happened, she was alone in the shower, suddenly louder than it seemed before, echoing harshly through the marble bathroom. She swept one hand through her hair, moving it from her face where it had fallen in damp branches, covering your eyes in the minutes before. The other ran across your stomach soothing the deep ache within and down to grip her cunt, hard, trying forlornly to clench away its sudden denial. It fell from her lips with her breath, the word, slowly, "fuuuckk". What was she to do? The rules, unannounced but seemingly explicit from the start were that instructions would come and that she would comply. What to think now? Valerie tentatively closed off the taps and stood for a minute in the dark and the descending cadence of drops. She wondered if he’s just left her like that. She wondered if she was supposed to have understood some inferred next step. She wondered how an assured woman such as she was, could suddenly be so equivocal, so exposed by indecision. As Valerie stepped lightly out of the shower and onto the cold stone, her hand somehow found a towel which she absently draped around her body. She became aware of sound in the room outside, music, spare and soft falling notes from a piano. She grasped the door knob as she moved towards the sound, but then stopped, resting her weight against her hand, her other hand holding the towel tightly then brushing it over her nipple. She turned the door knob and stepped through. The notes of piano now rang more roundly. There was also light; so little as to barely be there but still enough to throw a glow and shadow after the pitch of the bathroom. Before she had adjusted to the light, Valerie stepped onto something which rustled quietly on the carpet beneath her feet. The carpet was warm and giving in contrast to the cold stone floor of the bathroom and she bent her knees and dropped to pick up what had been under her foot. Paper,textured. Her eyes were adjusting further to the half-light and she saw something written on the paper. It was still too dark to quite make out the words but she could see the letters were generous, possibly written with a fountain pen, idiosyncratic, somehow loose and abstract, but contained carefully within their own form. More light. As Valerie looked up from the page, she saw into the large room. Though she'd seen it earlier bathed in full light, it has taken on a different character now. The bed, behind an ornate timber screen, decorated randomly with her dress and lingerie and stockings. On the other side, the contemporary Chesterfield, a matching leather ottoman almost as long as the sofa in front of it and an antique hardwood writing desk along the wall next to the sofa, upon it, 3 thick candles, the source of the warm, honey light touching the edges of everything in the room. Valerie saw him by the large window in the space between the bed and the ottoman, the soft light carving an exaggerated cleft between the lean muscles of his back as he looked out at the lights of the city below, a towel identical to the one she was still gripping to her damp skin wrapped around his waist. Valerie took a few steps into the room, stopping next to the bed almost tiptoeing because for some reason her throat had tightened and she had a vague feeling that she shouldn’t disturb Gideon. “The bed is where we should be - reigniting our lust of a few minutes ago.” She felt suddenly warmer; a familiar, viscous warmth, in her belly, along her neck. Unconsciously she brushed the towel in a tiny motion over her breast. She remembered the paper in her hand, and looked down. The indigo flourishes spelled out, “Say nothing, but “tulip”... Valerie read it twice, not understanding. "Tulip"? What the fuck did that mean? As she looked up, the question on her lips, Gideon started to walk slowly towards her. "Yes" she thought, what she really wanted was to continue the dance from the shower, to be wrapped up in each other's arms, skin all over skin, breathing from each other's mouths and leaving these word games behind. Gideon reached Valerie but Instead of wrapping her up, he took the note from her hand and dropped it onto the bed, taking the free hand into both of his. He pulled her backwards, never taking his eyes off hers until they were at the edge of the ottoman. Valerie could feel the warmth coming off the candles now, touching the skin not covered by the towel, merging with the warmth coming from within and she had an impulse to throw the towel off and feel the candle's heat bathe her whole body, to rip the towel from his waist, take his cock into her hand and bring it to life. "Please", she breathed internally, remembering she was not to speak. Gideon, however, did not indulge her wish, instead turning her to face the ottoman and gently pushing her to it. Valerie felt she might lose her balance with nowhere to go, her shins already against the leather of the ottoman, and did the only thing she could from that position, climbing onto it on all fours. Valerie had to let go of the towel as she climbed onto the ottoman and it opened up as she settled into her canine resting position, but stayed on, draping her back and bottom and thighs. She saw Gideon walk slowly around the ottoman, taking in her shape, his eyes on her gently swinging breasts and felt the fingers of his hand trail across her neck, through her hair, her bare shoulders and down her spine before lifting the towel off. His hands brushed back along her neck and briefly held her head still at her temples, holding her gaze straight ahead, and then releasing her. Valerie heard him move at the writing desk behind her, and the heard a sound of glass lightly touching glass. “I have your drink for you now Valerie. Cointreau wasn’t it – on ice?” She was about to say “Yes”, before catching herself. Damn! She nodded instead. “I’ll just need to replace your towel with a blindfold though” he said casually, as if it were the most normal thing in the world to be naked and blindfolded, on your hands and knees in a dark room with a man you’ve only known previously in a suit and in public. “Will that be OK?” Valerie wished the clanging noises in her ears could be communicated to him without saying anything, but failing to find a way to do that, simply nodded again. She didn’t feel him touch her but felt the towel sliding slowly down her shoulders, across her back and over her bottom before dropping off completely and leaving her now fully exposed to the air and to Gideon. She breathed in deeply, and though he hadn’t touched her at all yet, felt the swell deep in her belly, quickly extending down her core to her thighs and her sex. She shifted slightly on the leather of the ottoman and then felt a soft fabric slip over her eyes as Gideon moved close to her from the side and placed a silk scarf around her eyes. He had to make contact now, and his hands brushed her ears and her hair as he tied the scarf in place and what little light there was for Valerie to work with was then gone. As he finished tying the knot at the back of her head, she felt Gideon’s finger touch her spine at the base of her skull and drag lightly down its ridges, making her tremble involuntarily, all the way down to the indentation at the top of her derriere and then unexpectedly continuing on and dragging onto and across her rose petal, the touch on her sensitive, untouched spot there making her quietly shiver with a thrill of surprise and pleasure. Though she now expected the trail to continue, his finger lifted off just before reaching the ridge of her cunt. “I’m so sorry – I was distracted – I find you very, very distracting Valerie. Let me get your drink” A moment's pause and then the soft sound of glass on glass again. She heard the rustle of him moving from the desk behind her, passing close by her side around the ottoman and stopping in front of her. "Here you go - just a little to begin with...." Valerie wondered what he meant - was she to reach up to take a glass he was holding out for her? She felt a drop on her lip then, the unmistakeable sharp orange zest of Cointreau. It ran down her lip into her slightly open mouth and her tongue caught it in a reflex action. It was an achingly small taste when she felt like gulping down a mouthful to counter the mounting tension she felt with each twist in Gideon's unravelling theatre. "Nice?" She nodded "More" She nodded three times, making him laugh quietly. "OK tiger," he said lightly, the humour in his voice instantly quelling some of the tension she felt and changing it to excitement. Valerie heard the glass on glass sound once more, this time with a swirling tone; it stopped and a moment later she felt a cold, smooth, rounded surface on both her lips, wet with Cointreau. She parted her lips and it moved beyond them, smooth, bulbous, the end of it thicker than the similarly smooth stalk it was attached to. As she closed her mouth around it and sucked gently, the surface filled her mouth now with the taste of the Cointreau. God, that was good! Gideon withdrew the thing slowly and glass on glass followed before it was back on her lips and he spread the dripping liquid over her whole mouth. As her tongue darted out to taste it again it encountered slightly rough skin then softer, firm lips as his mouth met hers and locked it in a deep, orange tinged kiss. A sound welled from her with no hope of being dampened, part sigh, part moan, and on hearing it Gideon pressed his tongue against hers intensifying the kiss they had both imagined many times in their personal daydreams, before breaking away, leaving her open-mouthed. "That Cointreau really is good isn't it?" She only breathed, waiting. "I think I need some more", and Valerie waited, yet again, for the clink of glass on glass, and opened her lips, a smile playing on them. Her sightless, wordless role in the startling encounter made it all the more dreamlike, leaving only smell and sound and touch and taste - a pure concentration of the senses - unravelling her grasp of what was real, what was normal and what was imagining. The clink and the swirl came but a moment later she felt not the cool, wet hardness of the bulb object but of the ottoman shifting and depressing beneath her and the displacement caused her to have to re-adjust and spread her hands and knees a little further apart to keep her balance. This lowering brought her into contact with a faint, warm movement of air, in the area of the front of her neck and shoulders, and she realised the warm sensation she was feeling was Gideon’s breath – that he had slid onto the front of the buttoned leather platform and was now directly underneath her. Valerie felt drunk with desire now, knowing he was only inches away, but that for this performance, he was still pulling the strings and that she needed to give herself to it. Her musings became quickly re-connected to the moment when she felt the wet, cool sphere touch her nipple and spread around it onto her hanging breast. She smelled the citrus activated by the heat of her skin and felt the exhilarating sting of the alcohol on the nerve-filled pink of her nipple. The glassy bulb lifted off and a then touched her other nipple, causing her to shiver again, possibly from the cold on her sensitive skin, possibly from the charge of heat the touch fired from within her. As Gideon connected the object to her second nipple, her first briefly felt cold as he blew gently onto it from underneath but was then suddenly warm as he lifted his mouth to take her nipple fully into it, transforming the cold to hot. Gideon pulled hungrily on her nipple with his lips and swirled his lounge aggressively around it and over her breast where the sweet spirit had been spread. The cold hardness lifted off her second nipple and it too, was then consumed by his breath and mouth, as he supped the drink from her silken skin, driving her further into heady, agonising arousal. Valerie became aware of a cool feeling between her spread legs at the other end of the ottoman and realised her cunt, pointing upwards, was starting to moisten noticeably and she felt the air upon her slickness. She dropped her chest lower, pressing her breast into Gideon’s mouth, not wanting his sweet assault to stop. It did stop though, but she felt his weight shift under her as he slid along its leather, further under her and it was now his breath hitting her oily cleft from underneath. She wanted to scream “Yes…” but held it somehow and controlled it as increasingly shallow breaths pushed from her open mouth. The weight beneath her shifted again, twisting slightly rather than sliding this time, and she heard the clink and swirl that now had the effect of instantly raising her anticipation. The weight shifted back and Valerie felt the warmth of Gideon's breath between her legs, also more urgent now, and she felt the wetness escaping her folds bathed in the warmth of his breath momentarily before being lost in the touch of the unbending and wet glassy bulb onto the ridge of her cunt. Pressing slightly and moved by Gideon upwards and over her swelling clit, it slid back down her pursing lips, stopping just at the edge of the gap between her lips and her rose petal and then back the other way, again, then again. Valerie feared her knees may give way as the alcohol spread a luxurious heat over her cunt . The glassy bulb slid the entire length of her folds, back and forth, quicker and quicker until Gideon's pressure increase slightly which was enough, with her spreading wetness, to break the seal of her outer folds, and the bulb plunged into her. Valerie gasped, her head thrown back impulsively, her long hair arcing in the air above her. "Say it...." His voice was hoarse but firm. Though she felt a desperate need to call out - to give voice to her pleasure, the natural defiance within her told her to resist him, at least for now and to withhold full satisfaction, full control from him. Instead, she dropped her head to find some surface below her to muffle her cry and fell onto the ridged texture of Gideon's towel. Panting into it she felt, alongside her cheek, the elongation of his cock under the overlapped towel and moved her mouth into it, tracing it's rigid length through the towel, from its tip to where it fell away between his parted legs. Gideon drew the bulb out and Valerie felt it pull on her inside skin and then a new rush of friction as he thrust it back in again. She felt its composition fully now, the bulb, the stalk, its length, and realised its shape perfectly matched her internal curvature, pressing, stretching then releasing again. She exhaled with each thrust - "ahh, ahh, ahh...". Her teeth caught at the loops in the towel covering Gideon's hardness and her control evaporated. Opening her mouth, she closed her teeth onto his shape and gripped, causing him to gasp now and his head lifted and pressed against his hand, pushing the bulb deeper into her. Valerie tore at the towel underneath, thrusting her head to one side to throw it off. She felt his cock, wildly hard, spring out of its confinement and up to touch her chin and moving back down, her lips found his shaft. Valerie sank her teeth lightly into it, punishing him for the protracted torture he had put her through, and Gideon cried out in protest. She spared him for now though, opening her mouth wider and pressing the tip of her tongue along his length before finding another bulb, this one also firm but warm and so, so perfectly sized for the mouth which she closed completely around it, swirling her tongue over it and sucking gently. Gideon shifted his hips in response, pushing his cock deeper into Valerie's mouth; she loved the fullness of it, the fullness of Gideon's pleasure as she returned to him what he had so deftly drawn from her. She tightened the grip of her lips and tongue and the tips of her teeth around his pulsing hardness, holding it and drawing up from its base, to its luscious bulb and down the shaft again. Gideon instantly fell into the same rhythm at the other end of the ottoman, with the glassy bulb dancing into and out of her sodden cunt easily now, the motion like the dancing bow of a violin. Valerie felt the wave well within her, breath and the sounds from the back of her throat rising in pitch and frequency. "Say it!" he repeated, but still she resisted, against her instincts and against the building wave. She felt Gideon's hips bucking urgently in a synchronous dance with her mouth, pulling back his cock as she rose, pressing it forward as she fell, and she knew he too was careering towards the precipice of release. She felt his free hand reach around her hips and pull her closer to him from below, his fingers pressing into her rose petal just above the thrusting bulb and pushing her down until she was on his mouth. He released the glassy instrument and let it fall out of her, to grasp her bottom with his other hand also and press her harder onto his mouth. She felt liquid and soft now, the wave spreading further, his lips and tongue, giving and warm in contrast to the bulb's solidity, consuming her cunt. As his tongue found her distended clit and pressed into it, she was lost and the orgasm crashed through her, shuddering with her cry through the room. With the rise of her head to release the sweet agony of that sound, her mouth lavished a final, powerful upward stroke on Gideon’s taut cock, tripping his ecstatic release also, his cry joining hers. She felt his eruptive liquor shoot onto her neck and the tops of her hanging breasts, slipping down and coating them as he convulsed again and again, wordlessly singing too, her song, "ahh, ahh, ahhhhhh...". After all sound had flowed, and all physical impulse had ebbed from them, Gideon slipped quietly along the ottoman and when his face was in line with hers, reached up and slipped off her blindfold. Valerie's shuttered eyes took a few moments to sense the enclosed light within the room but then recognised his face, exhausted and joyous, raindrops of sweat shining upon it in the candlelight, smiling that "we knew it all along, didn't we" smile up at her. Though it was only inches to travel, she bent her fallen shoulders and released elbows and surrendered hips and her whole yielded body to him in a sacrificial kiss that pushed them both deeply into the night's silence. It took longer than they could gauge to drift slowly from the kiss and into the present again. Gideon slid fully off the leather and onto the carpet below, half seated, half slumped against the ottoman. Valerie stretched out all residual tension from her limbs, climbed down and poured herself into his embrace, resting her head into the crook of his shoulder. With her eyes tilted towards the floor she saw a crystal glass, studded with condensation and half full. Beside it, also still glistening, a beautifully honed crescent of glass, pink and violet swathes at its oval, slightly tapered bulbous tip, giving way to flashes of gold and jade and clear glass down its long, curved stalk. It caught the flickering light of the candle on the desk above so perfectly it looked as if the flame was burning within the bulb itself. The shaped it mimicked and evoked was unmistakeable. Valerie picked it up and held it closer up to the light and the flame inside burned even brighter. "Though you've already met," said Gideon, reaching across her for the glass, raising it to her lips, and inundating her mouth finally with the zest of Cointreau, "I should introduce you formally to The...." "Yes...," Valerie said, placing it onto his lips, quietly interrupting him, "Yes....The Tulip".

25 January 2018

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The sheet slips exposing my breast. My eyes close slowly. I can feel my nipples begin to rise as my fingers brush past. In my mind I can see you sitting by the end of the bed, watching, admiring me. A smile plays on my lips. My fingers run slowly along my jaw, down my neck and across my collar bone. The cool air sends goose bumps across my exposed skin, as my hand pushes the sheet back further. You smile. The sheet comes to rest below my navel. My hands run smoothly across my stomach and over my breasts. My nipples ache to be tugged and twisted. In my mind I still see you sitting at the end of the bed watching, urging me to please myself, wanting me to put on a show for you. While my right hand pinches my nipple, tugging and twisting, my other hand reaches down below the sheet. Two fingers touch my thigh, then up further, exploring. My legs part instinctively, allowing better access for my wandering fingers. I kick the sheets off, now on the bed lying exposed before you. My breathing starts to get faster, my breasts raising and falling. Licking my lips, they part slightly allowing me to pant softly, as my fingers run along my pussy, getting coated in my wetness. My nipples are being tantalised by my other hand, pulling and twisting them until they ache. Pushing a finger inside my pussy, I can smell my scent now, it makes me hotter. Another finger is circling my clit slowly, teasing me towards an orgasm. A gasp escapes my lips as I push a second finger into myself, the finger playing with my clit still circles slowly. Tantalisingly slow. You are smiling now, enjoying my show, watching me tease myself. The hand playing with my nipples, slides down my body and starts to play with my clit faster as I push in a third finger. By this time I am panting, getting wrapped up in the feelings of pleasure. The familiar feeling of pressure is growing between my legs causing me to arch my back more and tilt my head back. I bring myself right to the edge of orgasm then stop. Panting heavily I do not move until the feeling has subsided. I start again, faster this time, allowing myself to get lost in the pleasure a second time. My soft panting soon becomes louder groans as I get closer to orgasm again, wanting to push myself over the edge, yet enjoying the exquisite pleasure of denying myself. I stop a second time, waiting longer before starting this time. But when I start again, the pressure builds rapidly as my fingers push in and out. The finger teasing my clit works furiously, causing my hips to start to lift, bucking ever so slightly into my hand. This time I am unable to stop myself, my hips buck more, until the pressure builds to exploding point. With a final thrust of my hips, my muscles cramp and I bite down on my lip to stop myself from crying out. I can feel the waves of pleasure run through my muscles, then my whole body relaxes and I let out a contented sigh as I remove my fingers. I bring them up to my mouth and lick them, then suck on them like they were a cock, tasting and enjoying myself. You are at the end of the bed, ready for my next show, still with a smile on your face.

25 January 2018

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This could be true, or could be fantasy .. Either way, only I know .. Its a warm lazy afternoon, the suns rays run fingers of light down the deep verandah ... Hidden at the far end of the verandah, I stretch and curl on my daybed .. My effort to read a book lays abandoned, its pages rustling in the breeze ... A large and very old Frangipani tree shades the roof, its heavily scented flowers dropping, spiraling down and forming a carpet of yellow ... Memories tickle to open windows in my mind ... I smile ... Nando and I grew up as neighbors .. His father was Nordic, hence Nando stood tall, tanned from the sun, blond and green eyed .. Always active and me being a tomboy, we played in creeks, climbing trees, building tree houses .. And then he was gone .. It was sudden .. I had lost my best friend .. I wandered through the rainforest that bordered our plantation .. Climbed into our tree house .. Everything was silent .. Eight years had flown .. At 21, life was fun, energetic and busy .. Career, travel, social life, a boyfriend or two .. And a pale gray horse .. Dad called General .. I secretly called him Mist .. Early dawn rides with Mist were magic .. Getting home from one of those days, where work had been challenging ... I decided to take Mist for a ride ... Changing quickly, I headed towards the barn ... I could hear dad talking with someone ... I walked in saying hello to both ... I stopped still ... Looking at Nando.. He had grown taller, voice was deeper .. Hi DaisyCB ... Anger flooded my being .. How could he just stand there and say hello, after leaving without a word .. I turned, headed straight to Mist, saddled up and rode out .. Needing fresh air to settle my nerves .. Mist instinctively knew where to go ... The Treehouse .. Leaving Mist to slay his thirst .. I climbed up into the treehouse .. Cool, secluded, full of memories and a friendship .. I lay down ....... From far off, something is touching my nose .. I brush it off, but it keeps coming back .. I can hear someone whispering my name .. Hey DaisyChain, wake up sleepyhead .. Opening my eyes, Nando smiles and says, hey you, long time no see .. His kiss is soft, hesitant .. My response is sleepy, warm .. Tasting behind my ear and down my neck, blowing his breath on the moist areas ... Biting my shoulder gently ... Growling deep and low, he whispers "I've thought of doing this, many times" ... Kissing across my shoulder and raising my arm above my head, holding my wrist down .. He tickles my under arm then around my areola .. My nipples becoming erect, I arch my back wanting more .. Caressing and stroking up my arm, in my elbow .. Kissing my wrist and licking my palm .. I close my eyes in ecstasy .. Returning to my breasts, he suckles a nipple, flicking his tongue firmly against it .. Drawing circles .... Moving between the two ... I moan softly .. Caressing down my stomach, his fingers light, firm and searching .. He reaches the rise of my warm womanhood .. touches the smooth soft skin, then the crease of my thighs .. I raise my hips, wanting .. He reaches back, kissing me, our lips feel right.. Our tongues probe and mingle .. Tasting, feeling, I nibble his lower lip .. Holding his face, I kiss his eyes, his nose, breathing in his male scent .. He moves back and kneeling he starts kissing, tickling, stroking down my thighs, the back of my knees, my calves ... Reaching my feet, stroking my arch he gently bites my heel .. Returning to my inner thighs, he runs a finger down my thigh crease .. I raise my hips wanting more ... He leans back, holds my legs in the air by the ankles, grabs the coconut suntan oil and pours it over my pussy lips, it runs down further .. Very, very slowly he strokes her lips, then down between my cheeks .. Drawing little circles, tickling, whispering what he wanted to do to me .. I wanted to open my legs, however he kept hold of my ankles .. Continuing to touch and caress ... Licking my outer lips until I trembled with desire.. Holding his thick cock and rubbing it's head up and down my lips ... I was flushed warm and moist.. My pussy lips swollen and ready .. I wanted him bad .. I moved my feet and he released my ankles .. I asked him to lay on his stomach .. Using the coconut oil, I poured it down his back and into his buns... Spreading it slowly across His back and further down .. Straddling his buns, I leaned forward and moved slowly up his back, my breasts and nipples sliding against his skin ... Followed by my pussy, warm moist .. Sucking onto his back .. I kiss the back of his neck and hear His low growl .. Biting into his back, pressing my pussy and breasts .. I rub myself against him ... Mmmmm... Running my nails up his sides .. Telling him quietly of my lust and want .. Draping my long hair over his back .. I slide back down over him .. Leaving a trail of my scent .. I hear him sigh .. Kneeling behind I ask him to raise himself onto his knees .. Pouring oil into my hands, I hold his cock and balls .. Damn he's thick .. I begin to masturbate him .. Holding firmly near his swollen head, I move my grip back and forward .. My other hand tickling and tugging his balls .. His cock reacts and jerks, swelling harder .. I bite his cheek .. Run my tongue over them .. Then to his anus .. Circling with my tongue, round and round ... Then a little pressure with the tip ... Then round and round ... A little more pressure with the tip of my tongue ... And he opens ... I move my tongue .. Slide a little in, out and in ..... Releasing his balls I touch his anus lightly, tickle the inside of his cheeks .. Slowly, carefully, I insert my finger until I feel his P.spot .. I start to rub gently .. Nando moans as his body reacts to my rubbing of his cock and Prostate .. I keep the momentum going, yet not allowing him to climax .. After a few minutes Nando groans " I want you now" ... Rolls to his side and reaches for me .. I slip out of his hold and avoid him .. Teasing and flirting .. He reaches for me again and again I slip out of his hold .. Standing up he holds me around my waist .. Flips me around onto my knees .. Spreads my legs and slides his cock in ... I cry out " easy, easy please, she needs to adjust to you" .. He gently withdraws and slides back slowly .. My pussy grips and aches with need, as he gently moves ... "Deeper" I moan ... And Nando thrusts all the way in ... It hurts a little, but its a filling hurt and I want more .. " Harder" and Nando holds my shoulders, thrusting and slapping onto my cheeks .. I scream in passion and beg for more .. Nando slaps my cheeks and thrusts harder, faster ... Then withdraws and lays down near me, kissing and caressing .. I climb onto him facing his feet ... Slowly slide onto him, then lean forward, giving him full view ... He thrusts up into me as I bear down on him .. His cock spreads and opens me .. My juices run down the sides ... He tickles and probes my anus and slides a finger in ... I lean forward further and suck his toe ... "Suck my cock" , Nando groans ... "Suck my cock and bite the shaft" ... I move and spread his legs, burying my head and mouth over him ... My tongue finds his slit and flicks it .. Then moves under it, flicking back and forth .. I'm pleased to find he's uncut, so his sensitivity level is much keener .. Tracing my tongue down his shaft, I suckle on one ball and then the other ... Biting the skin, I tug gently .. Lift his legs up and tickle his anus ... Run my tongue from his anus, over his balls, up halfway of his shaft, I bite and hold (not hard) ... I feel his cock react and swell in my mouth ... Nando growls ... I slap his inner thigh and continue up his shaft .. Holding firm around his head, I masturbate and suck .. Then insert a finger into his anus and rub .. Nando thrusts up into my mouth ... Harder and faster .. I taste the sweetness of precum and lick it all .. " I want to fuck you " Nando urges ... Pulling me down into his arms, kissing and nuzzling .. Turning me to my side, raising one leg up forward, he thrusts into me doggy style, but sideways between my legs ... The feeling is intense and tight ... I start to tremble .. "Fuck me harder, Nando, deeper, open me" ... Grabbing my hair and holding a shoulder Nando slams into me, thrusting deep and hard ... "I'm cumming ", I scream as I climax .. My pussy spasms and grips ... Nando growls as he thrusts and pumps spurt after spurt of warm heavy cum .. Flooding and filling me with heat ... Collapsing behind me .. Kissing my shoulders .. We cuddle and drift off .. ............... The Treehouse Remained ..............

13 December 2017

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