I haven’t been writing much lately, I just got back from a trip. I was crazy busy the whole time, although I did get to check in on my fellow bloggers, sorry if I didn’t comment much..
Hopefully I’ll get to writing this week sometime when things get a little back to normal.
I got home late last night, I was exhausted from the trip, the hubs exhausted from cleaning before I got back. We woke up fairly early this morning and wanted each other badly. We had both slept nude, so we immediately went for it. We couldn’t seem to stay apart all day, even while I was in the kitchen making breakfast, sticky dough on my hands. He came in, lifted my dress, and took me from behind, my hands braced on the counter. Every time I felt him hard against me, stabs of desire racked my body. Both feeling insatiable, we finally tired out, and are now just relaxing after dinner. Who knows, I could go for more before the night is over..
Damn, why does he keep walking into my line of vision? Someone is going to see me looking. He’s going to see me looking. Shit, shit, shit he just looked right at me. I told everyone under the veranda I’d be right back. I was at a festival with some friends. I made my way past the food venders onto the lush green grass. The barely there jeweled sandals I was wearing allowed the grass to tickle my toes. I had on a pale green sleeveless cotton dress that matched my eyes. Large black sunglasses framed my face, while my dark brown hair spread across my shoulders in loose waves. I took some deep breaths trying to shake him out of my head. He was a total stranger, I did not even know his name. I had seen him a couple of times, but he was everywhere at the festival. I approached the large public bathrooms, happy to get a little air conditioning. I walked to the mirror and looked in. I need to quit thinking about this. It’s ridiculous. A woman came up beside me to wash her hands, I smiled briefly at her as she left. Still standing with my hands on the sink, I heard the sound of the door again. Then the click of the lock. I glanced into the mirror and there he was, behind me.
He had on somewhat baggy cargo shorts, a t-shirt showcasing his lean muscled arms. And the requisite baseball cap. Short hair peaked out of the bottom of the hat, making a little flip. My mouth opened to speak, but he spoke first as I whirled around.
“I saw you.”
“You couldn’t quit staring. You like what you saw?”
I paused. “Yes.”
“Are we alone?” He looked around.
“I think so.”
“I liked what I saw too. Turn around.”
I put my back to him, and could feel him come close to me. I could barely see his face in the mirror, as he was directly behind me and I am somewhat tall. He reached around and felt my breast through the thin dress. My nipple hardening under the touch .
“Bend down.” He said with a light shove to my upper back.
I complied, leaning down, with my hands bracing myself on the edge of the sink. He bent over me and touched a small kiss to my neck. His hands moved under my dress, and slid under the strings on the sides of my panties. He pulled them down and they fell satiny on my feet. He touched me to see if I was ready. I was. Throbbing and wet as his fingers slid inside of me then rubbed my clit. His hips were pushing at my ass, tight against him. I pulled my dress up to my stomach with one hand and felt that he had undone his shorts. He was ready for me. Hot and hard. I leaned over the sink a little more, pushing my ass further into him. He slid inside me then, rock hard and smooth. We both moaned as he made his way the full length. He went slowly at first, savoring the moment. Building up the speed until he was completely pounding into me. He had his hands on my ass, riding me with abandon. My breasts were bouncing back and forth until I grabbed one with my hand massaging it roughly. I looked into the mirror at him staring back at me.
“You like that? You like your tits?”
“Yes I love it. I love my tits.”
“Do you like my dick all the way in you?”
“Your dick feels so good in me. I love the way you’re hitting my ass.”
As if to punish me, he slowed. He leaned forward onto me, still in me. He took hold of my chin and a little roughly twisted my head towards the side. His face was in mine, and he enveloped my mouth in an aggressive wet kiss. I bit his lip and slid my tongue along the inside of his mouth. He sucked on it, then released it back to me. His hands moved around to my front and pinched my hard nipples tightly. He then ravaged my shoulder, his teeth sinking in while his mouth pulled. I couldn’t stop from moaning loudly.
“Do you want me to pound you again?”
He moved in me with renewed vigor, hips hitting so hard I was sure to have bruises the next day. He took my hair and twisted in his hand, pulling my head back a little. The pain was so exquisite, and he so perfectly filled me to the core. I came with a scream, clutching the sink, trying to keep balance as my ass pushed back against his rhythm.
“Good girl. Now it’s my turn.”
He slammed into me again, and again, until I felt a shudder rack his body. His grip loosened my hair, it cascading towards my face. After a moment, he pulled out. I was shaky and a little unsure. He grabbed a paper towel for me to clean myself. I quickly adjusted my dress and headed for the door. I glanced back at him one last time, “This didn’t happen, okay?” I said. I didn’t wait for an answer as I opened the door, it slamming shut behind me. Stepping into the warm summer air.
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 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…
Last night, I suppose I was feeling pretty randy. While the dinner was in the oven, I went to our bedroom and changed into my black corset and hot pink lace boy shorts. We played a game, and ate dinner. All while I wore lingerie. After dinner I pulled out my whip, and gave it to the Hubs. He proceeded to slap me all over with it.
I got on my knees, towards one end. He tugged my corset up, and whipped my bare back. My panties were pulled off, and he slid into my wetness. He fucked me, while continuously whipping me. It hurt, but it was a thrill. I wanted to growl, and do all kinds of primal things. He told me to get onto my back. I spread my legs to greet him. My corset has hook and eye closures all down the front, I undid a few so he could push my breasts out. He then whipped my breasts, particularly the nipples, over and over as he drove into me. I’ve never felt such exquisite pain and pleasure at the same time. My nipples were stinging, and felt like they were on fire. But, it only spurred me on further.
I played with myself while he continued his onslaught, coming fairly fast. Wrapped up in the endorphin rush through my brain. I felt almost dizzy, and incoherent for a while.
The only limit I reached, was when he tried to put the crop across my mouth. It hurt. I had to tell him no on that one. I was surprised how far he took it, really reveling in fucking me hard, and showing his dominance. After, I had quite a few red marks, and today, I still feel a little sore in some spots. But— it was well worth it. I hope for a repeat performance soon.
**Sorry the Zeppelin Lounger pic sucks, it was the only one I could find…**
You know how in movies they have those ten second flashback scenes? Normally with some sort of dramatic sound/music happening. Well- this is kindof what happens to me when I see a man I’m attracted to. Yesterday, I saw two. Both men that I have written my fantasies with them out in story form. Instead of past though, it’s a flash of scenes, of what is possible.
*Backstory: I live in a very small town, around 3,000 people. Therefore, I tend to see these men often or occasionally.
The first one I saw yesterday, I noticed a while back. Probably in early summer last year. He’s very tall, lean, with sharp features. The second I see him, my heart beats super fast and I can’t stop myself from staring. Yesterday, to make matters worse, he had on eyeglasses. Which, on the right guy, are one of my kryptonites. The scenes start flashing:
He turns to look at me, I’m close. He grabs me and lifts my legs around his waist…. My hands start to knock off the hat on his head. He clothes are torn away in urgency…
The other guy, I have entertained fantasies about for around the same amount of time. But I know this man, fairly well. He’s very charming, has a great smile, and one of the best asses I’ve ever seen on a man. Similar things happen to me with him, I may not get as excited, but tend to revert into my own mind. I wonder what he looks like with no clothes. What his fingers would feel like brushing my nipples. I normally see these scenes:
He kisses me, lips swollen, face red from his rough face… Lifts me onto the counter, no time to remove clothes, only necessities. My hands wrapped around his shoulders, inviting him further and further in…
This song always makes me think about it:
She awoke to find him
Bare body against hers
His chest pressed to her face
Smelled of soap and man
The glow of city lights
Invading the gaps between curtains
Set a golden feel about the room
Otherwise encased in shadows
He set his lips to her forehead
As her hands roamed his lean back
And pert bottom
His long body slid over hers
Her legs eased up to welcome
The invasion not aptly named
Deliberate slow strokes
He held himself above her
Muscles straining in arms
So near her face
Her hips rose and fell
In time with his
Nails into his lower back
Reveling in the soothing voice
Beckoning her to the edge
As he filled her
The void was complete
Burning and clenching
Her back arched to meet him
Hip to hip
Chest to breasts
Her fingers clutched
His ruffled hair dark as night
His mouth branding her
With a searing kiss
His hand gripped her bottom
Her cries barely audible
Against his mouth
In the calm dark night…
This story is at the request of http://woodynyou.wordpress.com/.
When I was 20 years old I dated a crazy guy. He was 27 I think, and very different than what I was used to. He had fair good looks, freckled skin, blonde hair, angular face, green eyes. We were ‘together’ for around 7 months. Depending on your definition of ‘together’. 😉 Aka, there were other men in my life, as I am sure there were other women in his. Around the time he and I got ‘together’, I also became very close to a woman I had worked with briefly. She was the same age as he was. It turned out, they had slept together before I had known either. She and I actually lived together briefly, but we spent a lot of time at his place.
One night, I was going to head to his house, and she wanted to go. The three of us got into his bed and put a movie on. One thing led to another of course, and he and I went at it. Clothes were discarded, mouths devoured. I got on my knees, and he proceeded to fuck me. She seemed pretty ambivalent to the situation, right next to us, watching the movie. I can’t remember exactly how it came about, but…
I was on my back, legs wrapped around his waist, the heels of my feet pressing into his lower back, urging him further and faster into me. He glanced at her, mid-thrust, and told her to suck on my tits.
**Back story: She had always loved my breasts, they were bigger and much fuller than hers.**
She immediately obliged. Licking my nipples and squeezing my tits with her whole hands. She kissed my mouth a few times. I’m pretty sure I reached out and grabbed hers also a couple of times.
This went on until the finish. She and I had a tendency to kiss while intoxicated on occasion, but that was as far as it ever went between us. And I will say, that was not the first time he and I had a sexual experience with another person. That story will be told another time. .. 😉
She could barely tell of his body
Hidden under the wintry layers
But the slight looseness of his jeans
Showcased a full perfect roundness
His eyes smiled to her
Under old fashioned eye glasses
While lips moved to do the same
Something hidden but yet revealed
Beneath sooty lashes stark against
His hand reaching out
The side of his finger running the length
Elbow to wrist
Her tongue moistening lips in reply
She tentatively found the zip of his coat
Sliding it down,
Hands grazing stomach to pecs
To shoulders and off his arms
Her hands upon him
He could wait no longer
Desperate for the feel of her against him
He pulled her close
One hand on the small of her back
The other cups her cheek
Finger caressing her jaw
Her head tipped back
To hold his steady gaze
His full and heated
Hers berry tasted of mint
Tongues slow dance
She pulsed for him
As he finally reached inside
Filling to the brim
Discovering every hidden crevice
Moving in tandem to the kiss
Releasing them both
While never losing grip.