Monthly Archives: February 2011
It had been a couple of days since Tyler had informed me that he only wanted to be friends. I was a mixture of upset, disappointed, and severely pissed off. We had spent weeks getting to know each other, and it just so happened I knew his biggest fantasy. Schoolgirl. He especially loved knee high socks. I craved a lot more from him that just friends. I knew the way to get it. My hands were shaking as I slid my baby blue pleated plaid skirt onto my hips. Trembling with each button of my white button down shirt. Thin navy blue socks hit just below my knee. White mary-janes buckled over my ankles. My dark hair hinted with red was in a full bun on top of my head, a white ribbon tied around, making a little bow at the base. Although nervous, I was smiling the whole way to his house.
I knocked at the front door, as I had done many times before, but this time was different. I was getting exactly what I wanted. The main door opened, followed by the screen. He looked directly at my face.
“Hey.” I replied just as his eyes noticed my attire. They trailed the whole length of my body as a little smile started on his face. He seemed a little confused, and at the same time knew what I was about.
“What are you doing?”
“Just came over to hang out. You?”
“Just finishing a movie, come on in.”
He had no couches, only two chairs with a table in between. We each took one. He preceded to watch the movie, glancing at me every so often. Only acknowledged by a slight shake of his head. I had sat my purse on the ground a little ways away. I stood, and bent over to grab my chapstick. He had a full view of my ass.
“Really, what are you doing?”
“Just getting my chapstick.” I turned and looked at his bemused face. I knew it was time. I stepped directly in front of him, then sat on his lap. The movie was coming to an end. He appeared to not have any idea what to do with me. His hand wrapped around the back of my neck, pulling me down for a kiss. His lips crushed mine in a heated twist of open mouths and silky tongues. Once I broke the kiss, his hands found my hips, pushing gently.
I nodded my consent. He led the way to his room, hand in mine. Before we reached the door, he turned to me. He pushed me against the doorframe, hands grabbing my ass as he kissed me again. We made our way into the bedroom mouths connected still. I pulled his shirt off, and undid his pants. They fell to the floor and he kicked them away. My fingertips pushed lightly on his chest, urging him onto the bed. He laid flat, and I crouched between his legs. My ass high in the air, I took him into my mouth. The smoothness of my socks rubbing his sensitive thighs. He fit all the way through my mouth, my eyes flicking up to meet his as I worked him over.
“Turn around.” He barely said.
I turned so that my face was looking at the door, my ass in his line of vision. His hands scaled my legs, fingers slipping under my stretchy boy shorts. He lowered them down my legs, as I lifted one leg at a time to for him to remove them. I shoved my ass towards him at bit to let him know I was ready. One hand gripped my hip as the other guided him in. He moved in me with fury and a grace for what felt like hours. The whole time I moaned, screamed and clutched the sheet on the bed.
“Hit me, hit me!” I gasped loudly.
He did, slapping the side of my ass over my skirt, then lifting to mark my skin red with his palm. I had no thoughts other than the beautiful rhythm of him gliding in and out of me. Hands grabbing and slapping. Without control I moved backwards further onto him, sobbing as my body convulsed.
“I don’t know if I can take anymore.” I sighed sadly.
“It’s okay, get on your back.”
I laid flat and he straddled my stomach. He finished himself off while looking into my eyes, my mouth parted. He spent all over my neck and shirt, a little finding my hair. Always the gentleman, he removed himself to grab me a towel, cleaning me off gently. I smiled at him as he handed me a lit cigarette. I knew I had won.
I had mentioned in a previous post, that a former boyfriend and I did slightly crazy things together. Here’s what started it all:
We worked together and I had a little crush. He had shown interest but never came right out and hit on me. I also knew that he had been seeing someone else we worked with, but as far as I knew it was a “friends with benefits” situation. One night outside of work, I saw him downtown. He came to the window of my car and was chatting with me and a friend. The boldness of my nature appeared, me blurting out, “Kiss me.” Which he did of course, and it was great from what I recall. Always cool and collected he told us bye and left.
A few days later, he called and invited me to come over to his place. I got there and he had a male friend there. Which was no problem in my eyes as I’ve always liked male attention. He had moved into the apartment recently and had no couch. The three of us sat on the floor, me between them, listening to music and just talking.
Next thing I know, the girl he was “friends” with showed up. She appeared a tad put off by my being there, especially sitting next to him. Almost as a dog marking territory, she shoved herself between he and I. I found the situation pretty amusing because I obviously didn’t feel as strongly about it as she did. I have a vague memory of the night, so I can’t say exactly how it happened, but…
I ended up flat on the floor, on my back. I exchanged kisses with both guys on either side of me. The girl, pulled my pants off and ate me out. Fingering me all the while. *Other than kissing this is my only girl experience.* The guys were on each of my breasts, licking, sucking and squeezing. I won’t lie, being the center of attention was incredible! Three people lusting over me, it was a completely new experience.
She and I eventually took turns sucking both of the guys off. The rest is history. The main guy and I continued seeing each other. Pretty much until both of our restless natures got the better of us, and I left him…
This is one of my favorite sexy songs. Currently listening, hoping for inspiration..
I pulled the window screen out of the backseat of my car and headed into the store. It was the end of summer, still so warm I kept the windows open at night. The little heels on my pointy boots clicked along the tile floor of the store, alerting him of my presence. Steven managed the store, and was there almost every time I went in. He was dressed in tight jeans that his ass filled out perfectly. His cell phone bulged against the front pocket. A plain heather gray shirt and black boots completed the look. His gray blue eyes connected with mine immediately. A small smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.
“What did you tear up now trouble?”
“One of my screens has a little rip in it. I either need a new one or this one fixed.”
“Let’s see it Quinn, can‘t trust ya with anything.”
He took it from me, looked at the rip, and let out a laugh.
“I can fix it. Come on over here with me.”
I trailed behind him to a room in the back, trying to stop myself from smiling. There were no other customers in the store and the workers were busy putting away some new product. He started working on it, as I leaned in next to him to watch. My hip was very close to his and I could feel the heat radiating off of his body.
“Is it a pretty easy fix?” I asked.
“Oh yeah, it will just take me a few minutes.”
Pent up frustration was seeping out of my nails thrumming on the table. I wanted him so badly. I wanted to feel his lips against mine. His mouth hungry for all I could give. I had been keeping in it so long.
“Are you okay?”
“Yes, just a little awkward.”
“Awkward? Why would that be?” His head tilted in confusion.
I couldn’t hold it in any longer. Next I knew, my fingers wrapped around his bicep. His eyes moved to my hand, realization dawning.
I could barely make out a “yes”, so I added a nod just in case.
“I knew I had a reason for calling you ‘trouble’.” Eyes sparkling.
He turned his body to face me the rest of the way. Hesitantly his strong hand slid beneath my hair to rest on my neck. I pressed into him and lips touched lips. It started almost chastely, but as his mouth opened to mine I grabbed onto his waist. The small of my back hit the table. I leaned a little and he followed, not allowing my body to leave his. His hands found my breasts, pulling them out of my bra, nipples burning for his touch. His teeth scraped along my shoulder. Tip of tongue making circles on my pale skin. He pulled back for a moment, looking me directly in the eyes.
“I’ve been thinking about this for months.”
“Me too. Ever since May.”
“Exactly the same. That day, at the park.”
“Yes. I couldn’t keep myself from looking at you. Then and anytime after.”
“I had to stop myself.”
In a mass of urgency I undid his pants, pulling him out. Wrapped in my palm, thumbing the tip. He let out a little groan against my neck and found the end of my skirt. His hands slipped underneath, rough against smooth thigh. Pushing my skirt up from the inside. He lifted me by the hips barely onto the table. My thighs straddled him, squeezing him closer. He pushed my black mesh and lace panties to the side, giving him access. He swirled my clit until he had to put his other hand over my mouth to catch the sounds.
I lifted up for a heated kiss, as tongues caressed one another, he found me. I hooked my hands around his neck. Back arching as he moved in me. My thighs found the rhythm of his hips, urging him on. I stifled a cry, his hands pulling me closer still. I pressed a kiss on his lightly rough jaw. Fingertips stilled on my back, pressure from each as he came. We stayed in that intimate hug, each face in the others neck as we tried to catch our breath.
“Steven??” An employee from out front. All that had needed done was complete.
*This is only the second story I wrote.*
We were pale skin against matching skin
My pink lips pressing a small kiss
to the tip of his strong freckled nose
I raise my body above his
His scratchy chin resting atop my breasts
Knees hug ribcage
Firm yet pliant
His hands roam my backside
Sliding in gentle motion
From shoulder blades
Creeping down to thighs
I held myself barely still
Aching for more
Running fingertips through cropped hair
My body holding no longer
Gliding my hips to meet his
Connecting sweet bliss
My mouth pulled to his
Quick and demanding
Breasts tickled in his light chest hair
Holding onto me still
He pulled us both sitting erect
My legs wrapped around him
Heels ground into bed covers
His hand found my hair
Twisting and gripping
So hard my neck
Eyes met just a moment
Before he ravaged my neck
His teeth making their way
From the base
To ear lobe
My gasps roughing his hair
Against my lips
Fingernails finding biceps
The waves crashing inside
My eyes fluttered
To find his
Slightly crinkle at the edges
While his lips slowly upturned
Relief in the release…