Oh my fucking god---just when you think life has shit all over you, you meet a guy who makes you feel like Wonder Woman and Heidi Klum all rolled up into one.....I think I met the virtual man of my dreams! This guy had me cumming like a fire hose putting out a nine alarm fire! This guy had me doing things that I never thought I would do in "public" and the shocking thing is that I didn't feel guilty or bad or naughty about any of it. If anything I wanted more, I didn't want it to stop, I wanted it to last forever.....I wanted this man to do anything he wanted to me....anytime, anywhere.....if he had wanted me to crawl across hot coals just so I could suck his cock, I would be scarred and burned but his dick would be in my mouth and I would be swallowing his cum while he put burn ointment all over my body.
So, I guess I should begin at the beginning.......flashback.....Wednesday, Nov. 5th....
I was having a terrible day.....I mean terrible....the kind of day that makes you want to end it all....or at least get so drunk that you don't care what happens to you next. I had to go to work and see HIM. I was dreading it and desiring it at the same time. He basically ended it via e-mail on Monday and I was reeling from my emotions. I know this is where people would say, barely anything happened, some flirting, some online chat, some e-mails, a web cam episode....girl get over it....what did you think was going on?? But honestly, HONESTLY, I really thought that I could have my cake and eat it too. I thought we were on the same page....but we weren't.
I was so happy to have this guy who I have liked/thought was nice for 10 years show an interest in me. He's such a nice guy, funny, cute and I guess maybe I've had a crush on him for a long time. At one point I was so tempted to tell him I liked him (this was years ago) but I was married so where could it go? Then he got married and it was like....okay...we're both married...he's just a nice guy let's leave it at that.
Fast forward several years and I am still married, he is married with 3 kids and I only see him through work maybe once or twice a year. But we got thrown together for a project and it was so much fun hanging out with him and we seemed to click and we laughed and chatted and then he made a few flirty comments/probing questions and I couldn't help myself I opened up to him. I showed him a secret part of myself that I've keep hidden under lock and key for so long. He flirted, I couldn't help it, I admit, I flirted back, we exchanged "secret" e-mails and I didn't think anything would come of it....but it did.
The next day, I e-mailed him a thank you for working on the project, he e-mailed me back, I e-mailed him back, he e-mailed me and that's when the real flirting began and I made a choice....I did. I told him to e-mail me on the personal account....a green light to see where it might go and that night I got home and checked e-mail and there he was.....he e-mailed me. So, I admit I was culpable....I said it was okay for him to e-mail me, but HE was the one to do it, to take it to the next level and so I thought we were on the same page.
I thought he wanted to flirt and chat and the way he talked and the questions he asked about monogamy made me think he wanted something real, something physical, not just something virtual. And so, we began e-mailing and it was fun and exciting and it made me feel pretty and sexxy and desirable again after such a long time of feeling unattractive to the male species. Then it escalated and he asked for more....he wanted to IM with me. I hadn't done it in years and certainly not with any men, just girl friends, but it would make it easier he said and so I was game and the next day I loaded yahoo IM to my computer and we were off and running and it was fun and flirty and I felt good.
And then....he almost got caught. We'd set up rules...good ones I thought, ones that I designed and he agreed upon. He said we needed to be careful, didn't want to hurt our spouses, and then "he bent the rules". He went away with his wife and took his laptop and late one night we IMed and he knew he should keep the chatting with me short so as not to make his wife suspicious, but he kept chatting. Maybe I should have insisted, but I was flattered and 20 minutes later it was too late. The next day she questioned him on why he'd been on the computer so long, what was he doing? Oops-now he was nervous, guilty, jumpy with me. I wasn't to blame, he should know better, but I should have realized that for all his talk he was an amateur or maybe he wanted to get caught, I don't know....but we proceeded cautiously. The daily chats became every few day chats, he was nervous...understandably. But I should have known the writing was on the wall, that it couldn't last, that I was getting hooked on wanting him and he was too nervous, I should have backed away slowly, but I didn't, I couldn't and in the end the heartbreak would be all mine....leading me on a dark and dangerous path....could I survive and "break on through to the other side"? Could I try something foreign, enter a land of liars and cheats and sex starved souls and survive? Only time would tell....and what led me to this path? This land of sexual suggestions and innuendos? One very bad cam episode, but more on that later.....and what of that mysterious man.....let's call him Mr. Colorado for now....my sexual saviour, my beacon through the darkness called "yahoo chat"....who is he and just how did he come to my rescue? So much to say, so much to catch you up on.....future fun and excruciating installments to cum!
Saturday, November 8, 2008
Thursday, November 6, 2008
Kicked to the Curb
When did something so fun and nice turn into heart break? Got my walking papers and then when I saw him today....he basically ignored me for an hour and a half. Tried so hard to be cool with it, but the whole time I could feel him ignoring me or if he wasn't he certainly put up a good show.....more some other time, right now feeling very undesirable.
Rejection is a bitch.
Rejection is a bitch.
Sunday, November 2, 2008
Naughty Girl
Last night my husband and I went out of town on a "date". It was fun to get out of the house and go some place different, do something different. Dinner, drinks, a little shopping-all fun. Yet, I couldn't stop myself from pushing the envelope and being a bit naughty in front of him.
We stopped in an independent record/CD shop that we both like and of course I went a little crazy buying CDs, but as I was browsing the bins, I couldn't help myself....an opportunity for naughty arose and I decided to go with it.
At this point I will mention that I was dressed to kill in a sexy little black dress, cute lace panties, a garter and stockings and I was feeling pretty invincible.
I walked up to the "K" bins I was searching for a group that I'd heard a bit about but didn't really know their music, "The Kings of Leon". My husband had walked around the other side of the bins and was facing me in full view as he too pawed through the Cd's searching for something to interest him.
As I began flipping through the Cd's, I realized that standing next to me was this younger guy (in his 20's, he had to be at least 5 or 10 years younger than me) totally not my type! He had on a ball cap and sleeveless shirt and his arms were covered, I mean covered, in tattoos. TOTALLY not my type! And yet, I was slightly attracted to him or at least attracted to the thought of being naughty.
So, as I slowly looked through the Kings of Leon Cd's I leaned towards him so that my arm was brushing against his tattooed arm. He didn't move. I looked up and my husband was busy looking at Cd's and didn't seem to notice. I leaned into his tattooed arm again willing him not to pull away, willing him to lean back into me. This continued for a good 3 or 4 minutes, and each time he moved slightly, I made a point to brush my naked upper arm against his naked tattooed bicep.
Finally, I looked up and held up a CD that had an erotic image on the cover and pointed it out to my husband. My husband who had been standing in front of me the whole time oblivious to my little naughty overture. At that point tattoo boy pulled away from me and then quickly walked up to the front of the store with his Cd's, paid and left.
I don't know why I did it, like I said he was not my type, but he intrigued me, and I was high on sexuality and wanted to see if this young thing would immediately pull away or go with the sensuality of the experience.
And damn it felt so good to touch some anonymous flesh....even for only a few minutes.....and not to have it pull away was so erotic and empowering!
We stopped in an independent record/CD shop that we both like and of course I went a little crazy buying CDs, but as I was browsing the bins, I couldn't help myself....an opportunity for naughty arose and I decided to go with it.
At this point I will mention that I was dressed to kill in a sexy little black dress, cute lace panties, a garter and stockings and I was feeling pretty invincible.
I walked up to the "K" bins I was searching for a group that I'd heard a bit about but didn't really know their music, "The Kings of Leon". My husband had walked around the other side of the bins and was facing me in full view as he too pawed through the Cd's searching for something to interest him.
As I began flipping through the Cd's, I realized that standing next to me was this younger guy (in his 20's, he had to be at least 5 or 10 years younger than me) totally not my type! He had on a ball cap and sleeveless shirt and his arms were covered, I mean covered, in tattoos. TOTALLY not my type! And yet, I was slightly attracted to him or at least attracted to the thought of being naughty.
So, as I slowly looked through the Kings of Leon Cd's I leaned towards him so that my arm was brushing against his tattooed arm. He didn't move. I looked up and my husband was busy looking at Cd's and didn't seem to notice. I leaned into his tattooed arm again willing him not to pull away, willing him to lean back into me. This continued for a good 3 or 4 minutes, and each time he moved slightly, I made a point to brush my naked upper arm against his naked tattooed bicep.
Finally, I looked up and held up a CD that had an erotic image on the cover and pointed it out to my husband. My husband who had been standing in front of me the whole time oblivious to my little naughty overture. At that point tattoo boy pulled away from me and then quickly walked up to the front of the store with his Cd's, paid and left.
I don't know why I did it, like I said he was not my type, but he intrigued me, and I was high on sexuality and wanted to see if this young thing would immediately pull away or go with the sensuality of the experience.
And damn it felt so good to touch some anonymous flesh....even for only a few minutes.....and not to have it pull away was so erotic and empowering!
Thursday, October 30, 2008
"Flying High"-stories to make him cum
She had been traveling all day...she was hot and sweaty and tired of being on a plane: humid, stale air, and airlines that no longer knew how to really service people. Gone were the days when a girl didn't have to pay $5 for a bloody mary and a packet of peanuts just to get her through a long day of flying.
Then there was the inevitable impatient bustling and jostling to get off the plane. Worries of reaching for an overhead bag and having it fall on top of another unsuspecting passenger's head. Hoping that some tall guy standing next to you will notice how short you are and will actually offer to get the bag down for you. Invariable as you try to get off the plane, arms full of luggage, book, purse, laptop you bump into someone, luggage catching on some one's outstretched foot or knee, knowing at some point that someone will touch your ass as you walk by; if you're lucky it will be someone cute, but most of the time it is some lecherous guy you wouldn't even deign to give a hand job to in order to make your monthly student loan payment.
As she edged her way down the aisle and off the plane, a man put his foot out and she tripped, her laptop swinging from her shoulder; it just missed hitting a tattooed kid in a basketball jersey and trucker cap who had leaned out in the aisle, oblivious, all the while yapping into his cell phone. As her bag wrenched her shoulder and she began to fall forward, the man in the aisle seat of the next row quickly stepped out, caught her by the shoulder and grabbed for the laptop bag. Carefully righting her, he gingerly placed the strap of the laptop bag back on her shoulder, gave her a quick up and down to check for any damage, then smiled broadly and stepped back into his seat so that she could get by.
She turned as she slid by the man's seat, flashing him a grateful smile taking in the short blond hair, the crinkly blue eyes that matched the small blue flowers on his tie. Crisp white shirt, tailored pants that accented a slight bulge just beneath the zipper, hints of coppery blond hair rising up from the back of his hand that rested on the seat back.
He quickly grinned back down at her, his hand rising to adjust the tie at his neck and in the next instant she was through the crush of people. Reaching the cockpit she thanked the crew and attendants for a safe flight and then carefully stepped off the plane into the warm air of the gang plank that led away from the stuffy, crowded plane into the bustle of the airport.
Making her way to the baggage carousel, she stood in line for what seamed like hours until her black bag with its lime colored tag finally made its way along the conveyor belt to a spot in front of her. Glancing at her watch she realized she was running slightly late and opted to get cab rather than wait for the airport shuttle.
Throwing her bags into a yellow cab waiting at the curbside, she breathed a sigh of relief, settled back into the cracked vinyl upholstery and told the driver to take her to the Doubletree Inn at 4th and Connolly. She would just have time to check in, drop her bags, splash some cold water on her face and race back out to her all day conference. She had a long day ahead of her and couldn't wait till her session was over so she could get back to her hotel room, take a long, steamy bubbly bath, drink some wine, and then sink naked onto her bed and just.....be.
At 6pm, her meetings finally finished, she headed back to the hotel, stopping by the concierge's desk to request a fruit and cheese plate and a bottle of Prosecco be sent to her room. Dropping her laptop and purse on the bed, she undid the zip on her dress and dropped it to the floor, padding across the room in a black lace bra and panty set, she carefully undid the straps of her garter belt, slowly shucking off the thin black stockings they had held, leaving them trailing behind her like the skins of a freshly molted snake. Turning the tap on full blast, she adjusted the temperature of the water to just slightly less than molten, added some lavender bubble bath, and grabbed the terry robe from it's hook. Just then there was a knock on the door.
Slipping the robe on over her bra and panties, she quickly undid the clasp of the black garter and threw it carelessly on the bed as she headed for the entrance. Opening the door, she stood aside to let the waiter in with her food and wine. Setting the tray down, he carefully unfoiled the bottle, and oh so gently "popped" the cork in the proper fashion-no loud noises, no rush of bubbles, just the elegant hiss of air escaping as the scent of lemons and honey filling the room. He poured her a glass of wine, unwrapped her cheese and fruit, surveyed the room then headed out the door as she handed him a generous tip.
Dropping the robe, she slipped out of her lacy bottoms, unhooked her bra and let it drop to the floor. She snatched up a piece of apple and cheese, popped it in her mouth, swallowed some of the wine, feeling it bubble over her teeth melting the cheese over the apple, then quickly headed into the bathroom to turn off the tap.
Gingerly placing her glass of wine on the edge of the tub, she reached over to turn the radio to a smooth jazz station (nothing like Coltrane to put you in the mood for a little self love), then carefully stepped into the steaming tub. The shock of hot water against her skin made her stop for a second, then carefully she added her other foot to the mix standing for another second, feeling the steam rise up to fluff the hair of her cunt...instantly frizzing it. Slowly, slowly she edged down into the water, feeling the hot water race over her cool bits, bubbles rocking back and forth like the wake from a speedboat as it angled along a coastline. Once settled into the steaming bath, feeling her skin prickly and flush with blood from the warmth she leaned back and reached for her glass of wine. Taking a sip of wine, she closed her eyes, rolling the sweet liquid over her tongue, the soft melody of saxophone playing in her ear, and then slowly her other hand glided through the water to rest upon her mound, seeking out her clitoris, she slowly began to stroke back and forth keeping in time with the gentle melody.
As she stroked herself, she arched her back, her nipples peaking up out of the water and bubbles, the suddenness of the chill air instantly hardening them into points, rigid with the desire to be teased and sucked on, causing a mini orgasm to ripple through her body. Taking another gulp of wine, the bubbles rising against the glass, she arched her back even more, bending her legs up, knees peeking out of the water, her cunt reaching for the water's surface a tangle of bush floating to the top. Slowly she pulled her finger away from her clit and with her other hand she reached forward with the glass of Prosecco and gently tipped it. The wine cascaded down over her clit, bubbles splashing up over her hot, wet pleasure spot, down into the crevasses of her vagina....the gentle stimulation causing her clit to harden, an orgasm rushing through her as the ring finger of her other hand slowly pushed back and forth under the flow of wine and a warm jet of cum shot out from her clit, arcing into the air and the trickling down after the wine into her hot moist vagina.
Leaning back, feeling the afterglow of such a powerful orgasm, she raised her glass to her lips and quickly finished off the rest of the wine. Setting the glass down, she pushed herself up out of the water and stood to get out of the tub. Water and wine raced down her legs from her moist, hot cunt as she reached for a towel, wrapped it around herself and then pulling the drain on the tub, walked out into the other room, laid across her bed and let the towel fall open, the cool air once again hardening her nipples and slowly beginning to air dry her bush into a fluffy tangle.
Reaching up with her hand she cupped her breasts rubbing her thumbs and forefingers back and forth over her nipples as tingles of pleasure raced down her body towards her clit. Bending slightly forward she did a contortionist move and slowly slid her mouth over her right breast she used her lips and tongue to lick and suck on her nipple, nibbling and biting it till it engorged and filled her mouth as her left hand slid down seeking out her clit once more, stroking it back and forth, back and forth until she could stand it no longer and another long, shivering orgasm raced through her cunt and down into her thighs, her legs instantly tightening on her hand as she slid one finger into her cunt stroking it back and forth as her thumb continued to play against her clit. Releasing her breast from her teeth, she slid her other hand down between her legs and as she slid another finger into her cunt, filling the space now with two fingers, her other hand took over and began furiously stoking away at her clit. The dual action of fingers against clit and inside her vagina furiously stroking and fucking away reached frenzied proportions and with a long moan she felt the cum rush from her clit and makes its way down into her cunt. Slowly she pulled her hand out of her vagina, lifted it to her face and slid each cum drenched finger into her mouth, licking and sucking on her own juices as for a third time her other hand furiously rubbed her clit until one last orgasm rocketed through her body. Finally spent, her hands fell back on the bed as she laid there, enjoying her pleasure...her mind wandering back through her long day to that nice stranger on the plane.
After a bit she rose and headed back into the bathroom to wash her hands, she thought about rinsing off again, but the scent of her own juices lingering on her body aroused her and she decided against it. Instead she stood before the mirror carefully applying mascara and black eyeliner, some purple/silver shadow, and a deep purple lipstick to her face. Flipping her head over she shook out her long hair, teasing it with her fingers till it left a sexxy, messy tangle of curls about her head. Gliding back to the other room she reached into a drawer and pulled out a thin, black lace thong with little rhinestones lined up all along the thin strip of cloth that nestled tightly between the cheeks of her ass, each step causing the hard stones to rub against her clit and send a ripple of pleasure through her cunt. Carefully she slid a different matching thin lace bra over her huge breasts, adjusting them so that they just peeked out over the demi cups of the bra. She reached into the closet and pulled out a flimsy, short black sleeveless dress and slipped it on over her head, it cascaded down hugging her curves. Grabbing a pair of 4 inch fuck me black velvet pumps she quickly buckled them on, grabbed her little clutch and headed out the door, hotel key in hand. Bypassing the elevator she skipped down the few short flights to the lobby and headed into the hotel bar to grab a drink and possibly find some comfort in the arms of a willing stranger. Self love had it's benefits, but the feel of a hot, hard willing cock inside her was what she really craved.
Scanning the dimly lit room, she headed for the far side of the bar, slid into a seat and ordered a glass of champagne. The bartender handed her her drink and slid a bowl of pretzels her way. The sweet amber liquid mixed with the salty pretzels was a welcoming sensation and after her long day and busy bath time, she settled back into her seat willing to allow herself to become the hunted rather than the huntress.
As she slowly sipped her champagne and reached for another pretzel she began to wonder whether she should call it a night and head back to her room for an early bedtime. The thought of the cool sheets on her warm skin made her realize how spent she was from the long day, the travel, the meetings, even her own sexual gratification earlier. She was definitely feeling mellow and the thought of hanging around the bar hoping some kindred spirit would drift her way and make a move on her suddenly became unappealing. She had already had a pleasant evening on her own and why spoil it wishing and hoping for something that might not happen as much as she wanted it to? She pushed aside the pretzels, took a final gulp of her drink and as she set the glass down and began to swivel away from the bar, she felt a hand firmly rest itself on her shoulder and push her gently back in her chair.
Looking up, she caught a glimpse of a wickedly handsome smile and a flash of blue eyes. It was him....the man from the plane only this time he was dressed quite casually. Gone was the suit and tie, replaced with a pair of tight jeans and a black cashmere sweater. The man's hand slowly slid from her shoulder and flicked back her long, red hair. Slowly he leaned forward and gently brushed his lips against her earlobe. The hair at the nape of her neck stood on ends, as she drew in a breathe and turned ever so slightly towards him. As she locked eyes with him, she realized how exquisitely handsome he was, all lean and tall and nicely defined. He leaned towards her and carefully brushed his lips against hers then carefully pulled back to assess the situation.
Careful not to lean into him to much and expose her hand, she gave him a look of slight indifference and then waited to see what he would do next. She hadn't seemed very proactive, but then again she hadn't seemed shocked or appalled by his kiss. Leaning towards her again, he reached out a hand and slowly slid it along her thigh underneath the filmy black layers of her dress, his hand creeping closer and closer to her warm, moist cunt as his lips once again caressed her own. This time as he pulled back though, she leaned slightly forward and carefully bit into his lower lip, refusing to release him from her mouth. She pulled slightly, feeling a tug of resistance and as she looked deep into his eyes she slowly let go at the same time gently grasping his wrist and pulling his hand out from underneath her dress.
Clasping his hand in hers, she turned and slipped off the bar stool, heading towards the elevator-pulling him gently along. As they entered the elevator and the doors closed, she pressed the button for her floor then firmly pushed the helpful stranger back against the wall and slowly slid her hand beneath the band of his jeans, feeling his cock harden to her touch.
As the elevator stopped, she careful slid her hand away from his throbbing member and turned to lead him out into the hallway. His hand in hers, she carefully pulled him along to her door and then unlocking it, she swung the door open and they both stepped into her room. At this point, the stranger looked down at her with a wicked grin then turning her to face him, he reached for her dress and pulled it over her head leaving her standing there in bra and thong and her fuck me heels. Firmly but carefully grabbing her forearm, he leaned in and once again kissed her, this time pressing his advantage and sliding his tongue deep down her throat. As she pulled away, he spun her, gently flinging her against the bed so that she was now leaning over the edge, her legs spread wide, her arms outstretched grasping at the bedspread.
She heard the soft whisper of metal against cloth as he undid his jeans and stepped out of them. As she glanced back, she saw his cock stiff with desire and she felt her cunt moisten with anticipation. Leaning over her, his hand firmly tugged the g-string of her panties aside and she felt his cock thrust into her as he slowly began to push and pull in and out of her wet pussy. She leaned into him willing his cock to push deeper and deeper within her cunt, feeling the tip hit against her cervix, wanting him to fuck her as hard as he could. Harder and harder he thrust into her, leaning over her body, his hand reaching around to stroke and fondle her breast as she began to moan, her orgasm building with each push of his cock into her willing cunt. When she thought she could take no more, he slowly pulled out his cock and she felt tears spring to her eyes at the thought of his cock no longer inside her, her orgasm not quite reached.
It was then that he gently turned her and lifting one leg so that her ankle rested on his shoulder, he placed his other hand on the edge of the bed and then slowly, inch by inch he leaned into her, kissing her full on the mouth as his cock slid an agonizingly slow slide deep into her cunt once more. When it had finally halted against her cervix, he slowly began to thrust deeply back and forth, all the while his lips locking onto hers, his tongue seeking hers out, his body pressed firmly against hers. Each thrust drove her deeper into her climax and as a long moan escaped her lips, she felt him jerk once then twice within her as he filled her with his cum.
With one last long kiss, he slowly pulled out of her dripping cunt and pushed her back onto the bed, reaching down he pulled on his jeans, gave her an impish grin and then headed towards the door, turning one last time to smile at her with a look of self satisfaction.
As the door clicked shut, she stretched out along the bed, pulling her legs up to her chest, picturing in her mind's eye each thrust of his cock within her. Letting out one long, slow sigh of utter pleasure, it was then that she realized that her thong was gone. As he slowly pulled his cock out of her that final time, he had quietly pulled her panties off, stuffing them into the pocket of his jeans...a trophy for his future personal pleasure.
Then there was the inevitable impatient bustling and jostling to get off the plane. Worries of reaching for an overhead bag and having it fall on top of another unsuspecting passenger's head. Hoping that some tall guy standing next to you will notice how short you are and will actually offer to get the bag down for you. Invariable as you try to get off the plane, arms full of luggage, book, purse, laptop you bump into someone, luggage catching on some one's outstretched foot or knee, knowing at some point that someone will touch your ass as you walk by; if you're lucky it will be someone cute, but most of the time it is some lecherous guy you wouldn't even deign to give a hand job to in order to make your monthly student loan payment.
As she edged her way down the aisle and off the plane, a man put his foot out and she tripped, her laptop swinging from her shoulder; it just missed hitting a tattooed kid in a basketball jersey and trucker cap who had leaned out in the aisle, oblivious, all the while yapping into his cell phone. As her bag wrenched her shoulder and she began to fall forward, the man in the aisle seat of the next row quickly stepped out, caught her by the shoulder and grabbed for the laptop bag. Carefully righting her, he gingerly placed the strap of the laptop bag back on her shoulder, gave her a quick up and down to check for any damage, then smiled broadly and stepped back into his seat so that she could get by.
She turned as she slid by the man's seat, flashing him a grateful smile taking in the short blond hair, the crinkly blue eyes that matched the small blue flowers on his tie. Crisp white shirt, tailored pants that accented a slight bulge just beneath the zipper, hints of coppery blond hair rising up from the back of his hand that rested on the seat back.
He quickly grinned back down at her, his hand rising to adjust the tie at his neck and in the next instant she was through the crush of people. Reaching the cockpit she thanked the crew and attendants for a safe flight and then carefully stepped off the plane into the warm air of the gang plank that led away from the stuffy, crowded plane into the bustle of the airport.
Making her way to the baggage carousel, she stood in line for what seamed like hours until her black bag with its lime colored tag finally made its way along the conveyor belt to a spot in front of her. Glancing at her watch she realized she was running slightly late and opted to get cab rather than wait for the airport shuttle.
Throwing her bags into a yellow cab waiting at the curbside, she breathed a sigh of relief, settled back into the cracked vinyl upholstery and told the driver to take her to the Doubletree Inn at 4th and Connolly. She would just have time to check in, drop her bags, splash some cold water on her face and race back out to her all day conference. She had a long day ahead of her and couldn't wait till her session was over so she could get back to her hotel room, take a long, steamy bubbly bath, drink some wine, and then sink naked onto her bed and just.....be.
At 6pm, her meetings finally finished, she headed back to the hotel, stopping by the concierge's desk to request a fruit and cheese plate and a bottle of Prosecco be sent to her room. Dropping her laptop and purse on the bed, she undid the zip on her dress and dropped it to the floor, padding across the room in a black lace bra and panty set, she carefully undid the straps of her garter belt, slowly shucking off the thin black stockings they had held, leaving them trailing behind her like the skins of a freshly molted snake. Turning the tap on full blast, she adjusted the temperature of the water to just slightly less than molten, added some lavender bubble bath, and grabbed the terry robe from it's hook. Just then there was a knock on the door.
Slipping the robe on over her bra and panties, she quickly undid the clasp of the black garter and threw it carelessly on the bed as she headed for the entrance. Opening the door, she stood aside to let the waiter in with her food and wine. Setting the tray down, he carefully unfoiled the bottle, and oh so gently "popped" the cork in the proper fashion-no loud noises, no rush of bubbles, just the elegant hiss of air escaping as the scent of lemons and honey filling the room. He poured her a glass of wine, unwrapped her cheese and fruit, surveyed the room then headed out the door as she handed him a generous tip.
Dropping the robe, she slipped out of her lacy bottoms, unhooked her bra and let it drop to the floor. She snatched up a piece of apple and cheese, popped it in her mouth, swallowed some of the wine, feeling it bubble over her teeth melting the cheese over the apple, then quickly headed into the bathroom to turn off the tap.
Gingerly placing her glass of wine on the edge of the tub, she reached over to turn the radio to a smooth jazz station (nothing like Coltrane to put you in the mood for a little self love), then carefully stepped into the steaming tub. The shock of hot water against her skin made her stop for a second, then carefully she added her other foot to the mix standing for another second, feeling the steam rise up to fluff the hair of her cunt...instantly frizzing it. Slowly, slowly she edged down into the water, feeling the hot water race over her cool bits, bubbles rocking back and forth like the wake from a speedboat as it angled along a coastline. Once settled into the steaming bath, feeling her skin prickly and flush with blood from the warmth she leaned back and reached for her glass of wine. Taking a sip of wine, she closed her eyes, rolling the sweet liquid over her tongue, the soft melody of saxophone playing in her ear, and then slowly her other hand glided through the water to rest upon her mound, seeking out her clitoris, she slowly began to stroke back and forth keeping in time with the gentle melody.
As she stroked herself, she arched her back, her nipples peaking up out of the water and bubbles, the suddenness of the chill air instantly hardening them into points, rigid with the desire to be teased and sucked on, causing a mini orgasm to ripple through her body. Taking another gulp of wine, the bubbles rising against the glass, she arched her back even more, bending her legs up, knees peeking out of the water, her cunt reaching for the water's surface a tangle of bush floating to the top. Slowly she pulled her finger away from her clit and with her other hand she reached forward with the glass of Prosecco and gently tipped it. The wine cascaded down over her clit, bubbles splashing up over her hot, wet pleasure spot, down into the crevasses of her vagina....the gentle stimulation causing her clit to harden, an orgasm rushing through her as the ring finger of her other hand slowly pushed back and forth under the flow of wine and a warm jet of cum shot out from her clit, arcing into the air and the trickling down after the wine into her hot moist vagina.
Leaning back, feeling the afterglow of such a powerful orgasm, she raised her glass to her lips and quickly finished off the rest of the wine. Setting the glass down, she pushed herself up out of the water and stood to get out of the tub. Water and wine raced down her legs from her moist, hot cunt as she reached for a towel, wrapped it around herself and then pulling the drain on the tub, walked out into the other room, laid across her bed and let the towel fall open, the cool air once again hardening her nipples and slowly beginning to air dry her bush into a fluffy tangle.
Reaching up with her hand she cupped her breasts rubbing her thumbs and forefingers back and forth over her nipples as tingles of pleasure raced down her body towards her clit. Bending slightly forward she did a contortionist move and slowly slid her mouth over her right breast she used her lips and tongue to lick and suck on her nipple, nibbling and biting it till it engorged and filled her mouth as her left hand slid down seeking out her clit once more, stroking it back and forth, back and forth until she could stand it no longer and another long, shivering orgasm raced through her cunt and down into her thighs, her legs instantly tightening on her hand as she slid one finger into her cunt stroking it back and forth as her thumb continued to play against her clit. Releasing her breast from her teeth, she slid her other hand down between her legs and as she slid another finger into her cunt, filling the space now with two fingers, her other hand took over and began furiously stoking away at her clit. The dual action of fingers against clit and inside her vagina furiously stroking and fucking away reached frenzied proportions and with a long moan she felt the cum rush from her clit and makes its way down into her cunt. Slowly she pulled her hand out of her vagina, lifted it to her face and slid each cum drenched finger into her mouth, licking and sucking on her own juices as for a third time her other hand furiously rubbed her clit until one last orgasm rocketed through her body. Finally spent, her hands fell back on the bed as she laid there, enjoying her pleasure...her mind wandering back through her long day to that nice stranger on the plane.
After a bit she rose and headed back into the bathroom to wash her hands, she thought about rinsing off again, but the scent of her own juices lingering on her body aroused her and she decided against it. Instead she stood before the mirror carefully applying mascara and black eyeliner, some purple/silver shadow, and a deep purple lipstick to her face. Flipping her head over she shook out her long hair, teasing it with her fingers till it left a sexxy, messy tangle of curls about her head. Gliding back to the other room she reached into a drawer and pulled out a thin, black lace thong with little rhinestones lined up all along the thin strip of cloth that nestled tightly between the cheeks of her ass, each step causing the hard stones to rub against her clit and send a ripple of pleasure through her cunt. Carefully she slid a different matching thin lace bra over her huge breasts, adjusting them so that they just peeked out over the demi cups of the bra. She reached into the closet and pulled out a flimsy, short black sleeveless dress and slipped it on over her head, it cascaded down hugging her curves. Grabbing a pair of 4 inch fuck me black velvet pumps she quickly buckled them on, grabbed her little clutch and headed out the door, hotel key in hand. Bypassing the elevator she skipped down the few short flights to the lobby and headed into the hotel bar to grab a drink and possibly find some comfort in the arms of a willing stranger. Self love had it's benefits, but the feel of a hot, hard willing cock inside her was what she really craved.
Scanning the dimly lit room, she headed for the far side of the bar, slid into a seat and ordered a glass of champagne. The bartender handed her her drink and slid a bowl of pretzels her way. The sweet amber liquid mixed with the salty pretzels was a welcoming sensation and after her long day and busy bath time, she settled back into her seat willing to allow herself to become the hunted rather than the huntress.
As she slowly sipped her champagne and reached for another pretzel she began to wonder whether she should call it a night and head back to her room for an early bedtime. The thought of the cool sheets on her warm skin made her realize how spent she was from the long day, the travel, the meetings, even her own sexual gratification earlier. She was definitely feeling mellow and the thought of hanging around the bar hoping some kindred spirit would drift her way and make a move on her suddenly became unappealing. She had already had a pleasant evening on her own and why spoil it wishing and hoping for something that might not happen as much as she wanted it to? She pushed aside the pretzels, took a final gulp of her drink and as she set the glass down and began to swivel away from the bar, she felt a hand firmly rest itself on her shoulder and push her gently back in her chair.
Looking up, she caught a glimpse of a wickedly handsome smile and a flash of blue eyes. It was him....the man from the plane only this time he was dressed quite casually. Gone was the suit and tie, replaced with a pair of tight jeans and a black cashmere sweater. The man's hand slowly slid from her shoulder and flicked back her long, red hair. Slowly he leaned forward and gently brushed his lips against her earlobe. The hair at the nape of her neck stood on ends, as she drew in a breathe and turned ever so slightly towards him. As she locked eyes with him, she realized how exquisitely handsome he was, all lean and tall and nicely defined. He leaned towards her and carefully brushed his lips against hers then carefully pulled back to assess the situation.
Careful not to lean into him to much and expose her hand, she gave him a look of slight indifference and then waited to see what he would do next. She hadn't seemed very proactive, but then again she hadn't seemed shocked or appalled by his kiss. Leaning towards her again, he reached out a hand and slowly slid it along her thigh underneath the filmy black layers of her dress, his hand creeping closer and closer to her warm, moist cunt as his lips once again caressed her own. This time as he pulled back though, she leaned slightly forward and carefully bit into his lower lip, refusing to release him from her mouth. She pulled slightly, feeling a tug of resistance and as she looked deep into his eyes she slowly let go at the same time gently grasping his wrist and pulling his hand out from underneath her dress.
Clasping his hand in hers, she turned and slipped off the bar stool, heading towards the elevator-pulling him gently along. As they entered the elevator and the doors closed, she pressed the button for her floor then firmly pushed the helpful stranger back against the wall and slowly slid her hand beneath the band of his jeans, feeling his cock harden to her touch.
As the elevator stopped, she careful slid her hand away from his throbbing member and turned to lead him out into the hallway. His hand in hers, she carefully pulled him along to her door and then unlocking it, she swung the door open and they both stepped into her room. At this point, the stranger looked down at her with a wicked grin then turning her to face him, he reached for her dress and pulled it over her head leaving her standing there in bra and thong and her fuck me heels. Firmly but carefully grabbing her forearm, he leaned in and once again kissed her, this time pressing his advantage and sliding his tongue deep down her throat. As she pulled away, he spun her, gently flinging her against the bed so that she was now leaning over the edge, her legs spread wide, her arms outstretched grasping at the bedspread.
She heard the soft whisper of metal against cloth as he undid his jeans and stepped out of them. As she glanced back, she saw his cock stiff with desire and she felt her cunt moisten with anticipation. Leaning over her, his hand firmly tugged the g-string of her panties aside and she felt his cock thrust into her as he slowly began to push and pull in and out of her wet pussy. She leaned into him willing his cock to push deeper and deeper within her cunt, feeling the tip hit against her cervix, wanting him to fuck her as hard as he could. Harder and harder he thrust into her, leaning over her body, his hand reaching around to stroke and fondle her breast as she began to moan, her orgasm building with each push of his cock into her willing cunt. When she thought she could take no more, he slowly pulled out his cock and she felt tears spring to her eyes at the thought of his cock no longer inside her, her orgasm not quite reached.
It was then that he gently turned her and lifting one leg so that her ankle rested on his shoulder, he placed his other hand on the edge of the bed and then slowly, inch by inch he leaned into her, kissing her full on the mouth as his cock slid an agonizingly slow slide deep into her cunt once more. When it had finally halted against her cervix, he slowly began to thrust deeply back and forth, all the while his lips locking onto hers, his tongue seeking hers out, his body pressed firmly against hers. Each thrust drove her deeper into her climax and as a long moan escaped her lips, she felt him jerk once then twice within her as he filled her with his cum.
With one last long kiss, he slowly pulled out of her dripping cunt and pushed her back onto the bed, reaching down he pulled on his jeans, gave her an impish grin and then headed towards the door, turning one last time to smile at her with a look of self satisfaction.
As the door clicked shut, she stretched out along the bed, pulling her legs up to her chest, picturing in her mind's eye each thrust of his cock within her. Letting out one long, slow sigh of utter pleasure, it was then that she realized that her thong was gone. As he slowly pulled his cock out of her that final time, he had quietly pulled her panties off, stuffing them into the pocket of his jeans...a trophy for his future personal pleasure.
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
Wishing and Hoping and Wondering
Sometime next week, I am supposed to see "HIM", Mr. Lickable, Mr. Pie a la Mode. He is supposed to be passing through town and has said he will stop by my work on the way/at some point that day.
Part of me is totally excited and part of me is TOTALLY FREAKING OUT! I feel like doomsday is arriving, any second now, the sun will go supernova and the earth will explode.
I know only one thing, I must look smokin' for him....if he is going to end this, I want to look so hot that he questions his motivations and wonders if he is doing the right thing. So, I spent the weekend clothes shopping (ugh) for a really nice short black skirt. Short enough to show off my legs, make me look sexy, but long enough that it will pass muster at work.
On the one hand, I am totally excited that I might see him, but on the other, I am worried that he is going to use this meeting as an excuse to finally break it off with me. Not that much is going on at this point. Since the whole "web cam" fiasco (jeepers it was just a question, not the Spanish inquisition) and me going from feeling like a cyber mistress to a $10 ho that got gypped out of her $10 in the space of a few minutes, I have been waiting around like a bitch in heat for his next sex related e-mail, but to no avail. I was told that he needed time, that he doesn't like feeling good about it one minute, then guilty the next, but that was a month ago and no more "sex talk" from him. Now, I may have an advanced degree, but why am I so stupid not to realize that a month is a long time not to want to flirt/have cyber sex with a girl and that if I were not so desperate for this guy's attentions I would realize that that probably means he's not interested in me anymore.
Either way, I am totally frustrated that while he isn't sending me flirty e-mails anymore or even e-mailing my "alter ego" account anymore, he is still e-mailing me stuff at my work e-mail. It has me totally confused! Of course, he can't say that much in my work e-mails and the frustration is that neither can I, especially since I have to be REALLY careful what I send in my work e-mail, but again....if he just wanted to totally break it off, why even bother replying or sending me an e-mail with a question in it that he knows I'll answer to my work e-mail. Why not just not e-mail at all??? Then I would definitely take the hint.
And all this just makes me feel stupid. Makes me feel like I trusted too much, that I opened myself up to much, that he has all the power. It makes me feel angry with myself that I let him know how much I like him and desire him (which was fine when he was fully engaged, but now makes me upset with myself because I don't know if he just wants to dump me and doesn't know how and I feel so stupid).
Part of me holds out hope that he really does like me and is just struggling or really too afraid to e-mail from home anymore for fear that the wife will find out, but the other part of me feels used, like he got what he wanted and just doesn't know how to extricate himself because we do occassionally work together.
It makes me feel less and less desirable every day. It makes me feel like a used tissue still stuck to someone's shoe after they've left the lavatory. I hate myself for liking him so much, for wanting him so much, for trusting him so much, for revealing too much of myself to him.
Part of me just wants to crawl in a hole and part of me wants to figure out where to go to safely find some anonymous cyber buddy (who I never met/knew in person) and just have a casual cyber fling with just to make me feel better about myself again.
I know not many people read this, but if you have any advice out there I'll take it.
In the meantime, I want to see him, I want him to tell me what's going on (even if I don't want to hear anything like "I don't want this anymore", even if I don't want to be the person getting dumped or rejected) and at the same time I am so afraid of what will happen....I want him to want me.....why doesn't he want me?
I feel like Meg Ryan in "When Harry Met Sally" when she finds out her ex is marrying the transitional girl. "What's wrong with me?, Why doesn't he want me?"
Part of me is totally excited and part of me is TOTALLY FREAKING OUT! I feel like doomsday is arriving, any second now, the sun will go supernova and the earth will explode.
I know only one thing, I must look smokin' for him....if he is going to end this, I want to look so hot that he questions his motivations and wonders if he is doing the right thing. So, I spent the weekend clothes shopping (ugh) for a really nice short black skirt. Short enough to show off my legs, make me look sexy, but long enough that it will pass muster at work.
On the one hand, I am totally excited that I might see him, but on the other, I am worried that he is going to use this meeting as an excuse to finally break it off with me. Not that much is going on at this point. Since the whole "web cam" fiasco (jeepers it was just a question, not the Spanish inquisition) and me going from feeling like a cyber mistress to a $10 ho that got gypped out of her $10 in the space of a few minutes, I have been waiting around like a bitch in heat for his next sex related e-mail, but to no avail. I was told that he needed time, that he doesn't like feeling good about it one minute, then guilty the next, but that was a month ago and no more "sex talk" from him. Now, I may have an advanced degree, but why am I so stupid not to realize that a month is a long time not to want to flirt/have cyber sex with a girl and that if I were not so desperate for this guy's attentions I would realize that that probably means he's not interested in me anymore.
Either way, I am totally frustrated that while he isn't sending me flirty e-mails anymore or even e-mailing my "alter ego" account anymore, he is still e-mailing me stuff at my work e-mail. It has me totally confused! Of course, he can't say that much in my work e-mails and the frustration is that neither can I, especially since I have to be REALLY careful what I send in my work e-mail, but again....if he just wanted to totally break it off, why even bother replying or sending me an e-mail with a question in it that he knows I'll answer to my work e-mail. Why not just not e-mail at all??? Then I would definitely take the hint.
And all this just makes me feel stupid. Makes me feel like I trusted too much, that I opened myself up to much, that he has all the power. It makes me feel angry with myself that I let him know how much I like him and desire him (which was fine when he was fully engaged, but now makes me upset with myself because I don't know if he just wants to dump me and doesn't know how and I feel so stupid).
Part of me holds out hope that he really does like me and is just struggling or really too afraid to e-mail from home anymore for fear that the wife will find out, but the other part of me feels used, like he got what he wanted and just doesn't know how to extricate himself because we do occassionally work together.
It makes me feel less and less desirable every day. It makes me feel like a used tissue still stuck to someone's shoe after they've left the lavatory. I hate myself for liking him so much, for wanting him so much, for trusting him so much, for revealing too much of myself to him.
Part of me just wants to crawl in a hole and part of me wants to figure out where to go to safely find some anonymous cyber buddy (who I never met/knew in person) and just have a casual cyber fling with just to make me feel better about myself again.
I know not many people read this, but if you have any advice out there I'll take it.
In the meantime, I want to see him, I want him to tell me what's going on (even if I don't want to hear anything like "I don't want this anymore", even if I don't want to be the person getting dumped or rejected) and at the same time I am so afraid of what will happen....I want him to want me.....why doesn't he want me?
I feel like Meg Ryan in "When Harry Met Sally" when she finds out her ex is marrying the transitional girl. "What's wrong with me?, Why doesn't he want me?"
Saturday, October 25, 2008
Tagged...I'm It (I Guess)
So, I got tagged by Sierra
The Rules-
* Link to your tagger and list these rules on your blog.
* Share 7 facts about yourself on your blog - some random, some weird.
* Tag 7 people at the end of your post by leaving their names as well as links to their blog.
* Let them know they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their blog
1) I am part native-american, but do not have any "official" tribal affiliation.
2) I hate it when I catch my husband secretly masturbating to porn online because it makes me jealous that he is not trying to have sex with me, yet at the same time I secretly love to watch girl on girl porn because it makes me super horny and I like to masturbate to it.
3) I like to eat cottage cheese with pineapple, but I don't do it very often. (The texture is yummy!)
4) I LOVE to be finger fucked/fisted while being eaten out at the same time!
5) I occasionally like to watch episodes of "Buffy the Vampire Slayer" dubbed in French (even though I don't speak French) with English subtitles.
6) At one time or another I have used the following items to masturbate: a toothbrush (both electric and manual), a clothes pin, a carrot, an ice cube, a wooden spoon.
7) The first time I ever had anal sex was while being fucked in a cemetery.
Okay tag, you're it. I'm a newbie to this kind of blogging though so I don't think I can come up with seven and those I do come up with don't "kill the messenger" (play if you want to and if you don't want to just use your "safe" word.)
The Glow Inside
Honey's Hive
Uncommon Curiosity
Okay, so three isn't 7, but it's more than 2 and since I'm new to this, I really don't know enough bloggers out there who wouldn't mind being tagged, so I leave it at this...if you read this and you would "want" to play then just go ahead and join the fun
The Rules-
* Link to your tagger and list these rules on your blog.
* Share 7 facts about yourself on your blog - some random, some weird.
* Tag 7 people at the end of your post by leaving their names as well as links to their blog.
* Let them know they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their blog
1) I am part native-american, but do not have any "official" tribal affiliation.
2) I hate it when I catch my husband secretly masturbating to porn online because it makes me jealous that he is not trying to have sex with me, yet at the same time I secretly love to watch girl on girl porn because it makes me super horny and I like to masturbate to it.
3) I like to eat cottage cheese with pineapple, but I don't do it very often. (The texture is yummy!)
4) I LOVE to be finger fucked/fisted while being eaten out at the same time!
5) I occasionally like to watch episodes of "Buffy the Vampire Slayer" dubbed in French (even though I don't speak French) with English subtitles.
6) At one time or another I have used the following items to masturbate: a toothbrush (both electric and manual), a clothes pin, a carrot, an ice cube, a wooden spoon.
7) The first time I ever had anal sex was while being fucked in a cemetery.
Okay tag, you're it. I'm a newbie to this kind of blogging though so I don't think I can come up with seven and those I do come up with don't "kill the messenger" (play if you want to and if you don't want to just use your "safe" word.)
The Glow Inside
Honey's Hive
Uncommon Curiosity
Okay, so three isn't 7, but it's more than 2 and since I'm new to this, I really don't know enough bloggers out there who wouldn't mind being tagged, so I leave it at this...if you read this and you would "want" to play then just go ahead and join the fun
Saturday, October 11, 2008
Who doesn't like a blow job?
Okay, everyone out there....how can you not like a blow job or even giving a blow job???????
I am amazed and appalled to find that not every one likes cunnilingus!!! What the fuck!
How can you be opposed to it? It is a basic human right!
And yet.....a girl asks her man if he wants a blow job and instead of jumping up and saying YES PLEASE! he claims a headache and heads to bed early! Again WHAT THE FUCK!
Now, I might like to give head, but I'm not going to beg to do it.....so where does all that sexual tension and energy go????
It goes down to the fitness room of the hotel, where said gal runs her way to release!
Pounding on the treadmill, picturing Mr. Lickable going down on me and giving me the best head of my life is what gets a girl through the night....so while he may be unattainable, he certainly has his uses!
And so I sit here in the lobby of my hotel at almost 1am, fucking hot and horny and all I want is to give some guy a blow job and yet......I have a feeling it's going to be a long, lonely, unfulfilled night.....
FUCK ME PLEASE! Or at least step up and let me give you a blow job!
I am amazed and appalled to find that not every one likes cunnilingus!!! What the fuck!
How can you be opposed to it? It is a basic human right!
And yet.....a girl asks her man if he wants a blow job and instead of jumping up and saying YES PLEASE! he claims a headache and heads to bed early! Again WHAT THE FUCK!
Now, I might like to give head, but I'm not going to beg to do it.....so where does all that sexual tension and energy go????
It goes down to the fitness room of the hotel, where said gal runs her way to release!
Pounding on the treadmill, picturing Mr. Lickable going down on me and giving me the best head of my life is what gets a girl through the night....so while he may be unattainable, he certainly has his uses!
And so I sit here in the lobby of my hotel at almost 1am, fucking hot and horny and all I want is to give some guy a blow job and yet......I have a feeling it's going to be a long, lonely, unfulfilled night.....
FUCK ME PLEASE! Or at least step up and let me give you a blow job!
Friday, October 10, 2008
Limber and Stacked!
So, a funny thing happened on the way to my yoga class....I was grabbing something that I could change into for yoga after work and I made the bold fashionista choice of wearing a spaghetti strap white tank top (oooohhhh how daring-wearing white after Labor Day) to match a pair of gray cropped sweats with turquoise and white piping. Yes, only a girl (or a gay man) would worry so much about matching an outfit that she is going to sweat her brains out in after an hour of twisting her body into a pretzel just so she can be super limber while having sex! I think it's built into our genetic code-the obsession to match bras and panties with socks and purses.
Okay, so where's the bold move??? Well first...the white top is definitely see thru and I decided to dust off the bra I bought to wear for you and haven't gotten a chance to show you yet....hot pink and super conforming....but definitely shows through the white tank top but gives me a nice layered sexxy look....come on-the innocent white top with a bit of hot pink showing through and pink straps definitely highlighting the thinness of the white spaghetti straps-it's got definite fuck me appeal going for it. Plus the white top and the pink bra are made out of a show off every curve, stretch tightly across each swell of breast material. One breeze and there will definitely be nipple action. The top and bra definitely are made for each other with their accent the breasts ability.
So, I toss them in my bag and go off to a long day at work filled with meetings and lack of sleep. Two nights in a row of getting only 3 hours sleep each night, sucked into watching online episodes of "True Blood"-lots of sex, nudity, and good old fashioned girl wants guy/guy wants girl but of course there are complications which make the sexual tension something you can cut with a hacksaw-but that's HBO for you. But, by afternoon, I've gotten my second wind and am ready for some sweaty, centering exercise, so I change and head off to the yoga studio....ready to make myself oh so bendable.
Entering the studio, I roll out my mat, grab a blanket and a block and begin the warm up sequence that will eventually lead to several sun salutations, hip openers, and some wild balancing positions that can definitely make sex interesting. As I'm sliding from my first "upward facing dog" into "downward dog" I realize that my white oh so stretched across my breasts top has gotten looser at the bottom, causing my top to pull away from my breasts as I assume the position that will easily allow a man to slide up from behind and stick his hard cock into a most pleasurable spot.
Distracted I glance down from my upside down position, trying to keep my form, but at the same time realizing that the person posing directly across from me is going to get a straight shot down my top at my huge breasts straining against the silky smooth hot pink fabric of my bra. Every mound, every bit of delectable flesh, the tiny key hole cutout between each breast topped with a cute little ribbon rose can be seen by one and all if they just look in my direction.
Not wanting to break form and lose the burn of my thigh muscles stretching my ass higher and higher into the air, I do the only thing I can think of, I dip my head down, blocking the view with the top of my head as I stare straight down my top at those luscious, perfectly melon shaped mounds of biteable flesh.
It is at this moment that I realize....that this bra definitely needs a work out from you. The feel of your hands across my breasts, squeezing them, dipping your thumbs over the material underneath to stroke and tease my nipples till they strain; hard and pointed against the silky material, your lips wet on my hot sweaty skin, licking and teasing, biting on the soft flesh, sucking my nipples till I want to scream with ecstasy then feeling your hard cock slide it's way into my wet cunt as you slip my bottoms off and I slide on top of you and ride you till the cum pores out of me and then you flip me over and slide into me for another round of fucking and sucking every inch of my hot, sweaty sexxy body.
These thoughts continue for the next 15 minutes of yoga class as I transition back and forth from chair to plank to upward facing dog into downward facing dog, each time trying to "modestly" block the view of my breasts from the yoga student across from me, all the while wishing it were you staring at my breasts feeling your cock grow hard with the desire to fuck me over and over again.
Finally, the sun salutations are done, I tug down my top, smoothing it against my body as I assume the camel pose---a perfect exercise to strengthen the knees and back for prolonged sessions of kneeling in front of your sweet, hard cock as I take it into my mouth, anticipating the warm taste of your cum rolling over my tongue as I blow you over and over and over again....
Okay, so where's the bold move??? Well first...the white top is definitely see thru and I decided to dust off the bra I bought to wear for you and haven't gotten a chance to show you yet....hot pink and super conforming....but definitely shows through the white tank top but gives me a nice layered sexxy look....come on-the innocent white top with a bit of hot pink showing through and pink straps definitely highlighting the thinness of the white spaghetti straps-it's got definite fuck me appeal going for it. Plus the white top and the pink bra are made out of a show off every curve, stretch tightly across each swell of breast material. One breeze and there will definitely be nipple action. The top and bra definitely are made for each other with their accent the breasts ability.
So, I toss them in my bag and go off to a long day at work filled with meetings and lack of sleep. Two nights in a row of getting only 3 hours sleep each night, sucked into watching online episodes of "True Blood"-lots of sex, nudity, and good old fashioned girl wants guy/guy wants girl but of course there are complications which make the sexual tension something you can cut with a hacksaw-but that's HBO for you. But, by afternoon, I've gotten my second wind and am ready for some sweaty, centering exercise, so I change and head off to the yoga studio....ready to make myself oh so bendable.
Entering the studio, I roll out my mat, grab a blanket and a block and begin the warm up sequence that will eventually lead to several sun salutations, hip openers, and some wild balancing positions that can definitely make sex interesting. As I'm sliding from my first "upward facing dog" into "downward dog" I realize that my white oh so stretched across my breasts top has gotten looser at the bottom, causing my top to pull away from my breasts as I assume the position that will easily allow a man to slide up from behind and stick his hard cock into a most pleasurable spot.
Distracted I glance down from my upside down position, trying to keep my form, but at the same time realizing that the person posing directly across from me is going to get a straight shot down my top at my huge breasts straining against the silky smooth hot pink fabric of my bra. Every mound, every bit of delectable flesh, the tiny key hole cutout between each breast topped with a cute little ribbon rose can be seen by one and all if they just look in my direction.
Not wanting to break form and lose the burn of my thigh muscles stretching my ass higher and higher into the air, I do the only thing I can think of, I dip my head down, blocking the view with the top of my head as I stare straight down my top at those luscious, perfectly melon shaped mounds of biteable flesh.
It is at this moment that I realize....that this bra definitely needs a work out from you. The feel of your hands across my breasts, squeezing them, dipping your thumbs over the material underneath to stroke and tease my nipples till they strain; hard and pointed against the silky material, your lips wet on my hot sweaty skin, licking and teasing, biting on the soft flesh, sucking my nipples till I want to scream with ecstasy then feeling your hard cock slide it's way into my wet cunt as you slip my bottoms off and I slide on top of you and ride you till the cum pores out of me and then you flip me over and slide into me for another round of fucking and sucking every inch of my hot, sweaty sexxy body.
These thoughts continue for the next 15 minutes of yoga class as I transition back and forth from chair to plank to upward facing dog into downward facing dog, each time trying to "modestly" block the view of my breasts from the yoga student across from me, all the while wishing it were you staring at my breasts feeling your cock grow hard with the desire to fuck me over and over again.
Finally, the sun salutations are done, I tug down my top, smoothing it against my body as I assume the camel pose---a perfect exercise to strengthen the knees and back for prolonged sessions of kneeling in front of your sweet, hard cock as I take it into my mouth, anticipating the warm taste of your cum rolling over my tongue as I blow you over and over and over again....
Saturday, October 4, 2008
Room Serviced
And so, having recovered from a night of good times, followed by too much beer (note to self-if you don't want to hurl, don't drink that FOURTH Guiness Stout), I am at last fully upright and functioning.
Picture girl sitting in hometown Irish pub versus swanky all dressed in black yuppie club across the street, but feeling lonely and out of place. Kicking herself, she is still thinking of Mr. Pie a la Mode (her new/other nickname for Mr. Lickable-as wholesome as mom's apple pie with a little something on the side). She wants to be with him so bad-she'd like to pull his shorts down and suck his cock and have him cum in her face then turn her over and fuck her over and over and yet.....knowing it's not going to happen, she surveys her surroundings.
The bar is nice enough, not too crowded, but not an empty dive. One of the bartenders walks up and asks for her order, so she decides-it's an Irish pub-Guiness please. Sitting there she slowly sips her drink, there's a baseball game on TV and while she's not a big fan, she starts to watch a little of it. A guy comes in-a cute guy and she's hoping he'll sit next the her and strike up a conversation, but he just gets his drinks and heads toward the back of the bar. Surprisingly though, she has finished her drink and the male bartender comes up to see if she wants a refill. What the hey, let's live dangerously, so she agrees and notices that the bartender is kind of cute.
So, she sips her beer, continues to watch the game, and this is where she makes her big mistake! She's kind of hungry and she doesn't want to get totally wasted so as the bartender walks by again, she asks if he has any "crisps"-hmmm, "crisps" he looks at her like she's from Mars. "You know crisps/chips"-oh chips, sure, sure the food parts closed but I'll get you some. She assures him he doesn't have to take the trouble, but he does and in her book, his rating goes up another notch.
At this point, the bartender comes back with a basket of potato chips and she thanks him. As he walks away she has the uncontrollable urge to call him back, to lean over the bar and kiss him, to ask him if he'll take her in the back and make out with her. He's cute enough and anything to take her mind off Mr. Pie a la Mode sounds good just about now. But as she surreptitiously watches the guy, she notices he has a ring on his finger and is probably married. Not that she cares, but it would be way too embarrassing and a real ego crusher if she propositioned him right now and he turned her down because he was married. Somewhere in Clinical Psych 101 didn't they teach you about needing to break your patterns if you want to evolve?
She is eating the crisps-a bit strange tasting (garlic maybe...) not great, but she is hungry and wants something other than a chocolate chip cookie for dinner in her stomach. As she finishes her second drink, she has a nice buzz and thinks-what the hell, one more and motions to the bartender for a refill.
At this point the guy sitting next to her, a tall, dark gentleman asks her if she will watch his drink while he goes outside to make a cell call. She nods and he pushes his drink towards her. A few minutes later he comes back and she passes his drink back to him. Moments later a guy walks into the bar and starts talking to him....the guy he called possibly? Just as she is about to wrap things up, the guy turns to her and starts asking her questions. He's kind of cute and seems nice and someone is finally paying attention to her, so she decides to order one more drink and stay awhile longer-even though she knows she is definitely over the hill tipsy, the buzz has gone from a the sound of a bumblebee to a lawn mower in her head.
So, choking down her fourth Guiness, she listens to the guy chat her up. His is ignoring his friend who is getting a bit impatient, but proceeds to ask her what she does and where she's from and why she's here. She thinks it's nice to chat, but he's not Mr. Pie a la Mode, and the fact that he waited till she was wasted off her ass makes her suspicious of his attentions...does he like her or does he just like drunk her?
His friend wants to go and he makes a point of telling her that he will be back tomorrow night-she gets the hint, but already knows in her mind that tomorrow night she plans on checking out a different bar. This one was nice, but the other one sounds more her type even if it is further away and frankly if the guy had wanted to bag her tonight, she would have let him, but he's not worth that much effort sober. She bids him ado and turns back to finish her $6 beer--she will finish it if it kills her, she hasn't drunk like this in years and feels liberated if anything.
Finishing the beer, she knows she is wasted, but determined to get back to her hotel room. She gets a bit turned around and lost, but eventually she finds it and enters her room. She wants to e-mail him, she wants to tell him how much she would like him to violate her in a way that will make her scream like a scalded cat, but as wasted as she is, she knows not to do that. And almost immediately it hits her....the nausea.
She makes it to the bathroom, but nothing rises as much as she tries. Sitting on the toilet feeling both mellow and morose at the same time, she reaches for the waste basket and 1...2...3 times ralphs into the basket. Up comes beer, crisps, and cookie, but oh.....she feels much better.
Back in the bedroom, she realizes that somewhere along the way she has lost pants and panties and is walking around in just her top and bra....suddenly the room starts spinning again and she is back in the bathroom, this time hitting the bowl...1...2...3 more times, flush, she slides back on the floor and embraces the caress of the cold tile against her body...waking a couple hours later, she crawls from the bathroom and into the bed....
A few hours later she awakens to realize it is way to early to be up with a hangover...her mouth tastes like puke and her brain is fuzzy, but she's up....it's almost 7am and she rises to straighten the room, use the bathroom, and curse the fact that she forgot her toothpaste....luckily she has some gum and that takes care of the taste in her mouth. Vowing to never drink four Guinesses again on an almost empty stomach (or mix them with garlic flavor crisps) she feels a bit more refreshed....comfy finally in her pajamas, she puts the "Do Not Disturb" on the door and slides back into bed, hoping for a few more hours of blissful sleep...and that it is!
She wakes a few hours later, feeling refreshed and satisfied with memories of dream sex! A twenty-something tall, dark haired boy that she is riding on a subway with, she chats him up, and leans in to kiss him and stroke his cock through his jeans, the feel of a hard dick exciting her...suddenly she is following him off the train into a restaurant wanting him to chat with her then go back to his place for a quick fuck, but he is having non of that so she turns to the hostess, a friend of his, and starts flirting with her, the boy incensed walks off as she leans in to kiss and grope the girl.....flash forward, she is waking up in her bed to two chambermaids cleaning her room, music playing as they replace towels....she wonders why they came in when her door had a "do not disturb" sign on it. They notice she is awake and the blond one comes over and sits on her bed as she flips the covers off of it. The next thing she knows the blond is crawling across the bed, kissing her deeply, stroking her breasts, mouths open drinking it all in, the girl is startled but aroused. As the brunette stands and watches the whole scene the Blond proceeds to pull down the girl's panties and go down on her....licking her cunt, teasing her clit with the tip of her tongue, the girl wiggles with pleasure enjoying being eaten out by a girl, aroused by the fact that someone else is watching the whole thing. Hoping that when the one girl tires that the other will step in or join them for some fun.
Suddenly the girl awakens, a noise having whisked her from dreamland, but she can still see the erotic imagery in her head and feels a warm tingly sensation in her cunt, hot and wet from all that dream sex. Then she realizes something...not one dream included him....hmmm, but she is still hot and wet and ripe if he were here to take her and so she does what any sane and slightly hung over girl would do......she closes her eyes, picturing the pleasure of being eaten out by him and proceeds to masturbate until she cums a long, slow, sweet river of juice.
Picture girl sitting in hometown Irish pub versus swanky all dressed in black yuppie club across the street, but feeling lonely and out of place. Kicking herself, she is still thinking of Mr. Pie a la Mode (her new/other nickname for Mr. Lickable-as wholesome as mom's apple pie with a little something on the side). She wants to be with him so bad-she'd like to pull his shorts down and suck his cock and have him cum in her face then turn her over and fuck her over and over and yet.....knowing it's not going to happen, she surveys her surroundings.
The bar is nice enough, not too crowded, but not an empty dive. One of the bartenders walks up and asks for her order, so she decides-it's an Irish pub-Guiness please. Sitting there she slowly sips her drink, there's a baseball game on TV and while she's not a big fan, she starts to watch a little of it. A guy comes in-a cute guy and she's hoping he'll sit next the her and strike up a conversation, but he just gets his drinks and heads toward the back of the bar. Surprisingly though, she has finished her drink and the male bartender comes up to see if she wants a refill. What the hey, let's live dangerously, so she agrees and notices that the bartender is kind of cute.
So, she sips her beer, continues to watch the game, and this is where she makes her big mistake! She's kind of hungry and she doesn't want to get totally wasted so as the bartender walks by again, she asks if he has any "crisps"-hmmm, "crisps" he looks at her like she's from Mars. "You know crisps/chips"-oh chips, sure, sure the food parts closed but I'll get you some. She assures him he doesn't have to take the trouble, but he does and in her book, his rating goes up another notch.
At this point, the bartender comes back with a basket of potato chips and she thanks him. As he walks away she has the uncontrollable urge to call him back, to lean over the bar and kiss him, to ask him if he'll take her in the back and make out with her. He's cute enough and anything to take her mind off Mr. Pie a la Mode sounds good just about now. But as she surreptitiously watches the guy, she notices he has a ring on his finger and is probably married. Not that she cares, but it would be way too embarrassing and a real ego crusher if she propositioned him right now and he turned her down because he was married. Somewhere in Clinical Psych 101 didn't they teach you about needing to break your patterns if you want to evolve?
She is eating the crisps-a bit strange tasting (garlic maybe...) not great, but she is hungry and wants something other than a chocolate chip cookie for dinner in her stomach. As she finishes her second drink, she has a nice buzz and thinks-what the hell, one more and motions to the bartender for a refill.
At this point the guy sitting next to her, a tall, dark gentleman asks her if she will watch his drink while he goes outside to make a cell call. She nods and he pushes his drink towards her. A few minutes later he comes back and she passes his drink back to him. Moments later a guy walks into the bar and starts talking to him....the guy he called possibly? Just as she is about to wrap things up, the guy turns to her and starts asking her questions. He's kind of cute and seems nice and someone is finally paying attention to her, so she decides to order one more drink and stay awhile longer-even though she knows she is definitely over the hill tipsy, the buzz has gone from a the sound of a bumblebee to a lawn mower in her head.
So, choking down her fourth Guiness, she listens to the guy chat her up. His is ignoring his friend who is getting a bit impatient, but proceeds to ask her what she does and where she's from and why she's here. She thinks it's nice to chat, but he's not Mr. Pie a la Mode, and the fact that he waited till she was wasted off her ass makes her suspicious of his attentions...does he like her or does he just like drunk her?
His friend wants to go and he makes a point of telling her that he will be back tomorrow night-she gets the hint, but already knows in her mind that tomorrow night she plans on checking out a different bar. This one was nice, but the other one sounds more her type even if it is further away and frankly if the guy had wanted to bag her tonight, she would have let him, but he's not worth that much effort sober. She bids him ado and turns back to finish her $6 beer--she will finish it if it kills her, she hasn't drunk like this in years and feels liberated if anything.
Finishing the beer, she knows she is wasted, but determined to get back to her hotel room. She gets a bit turned around and lost, but eventually she finds it and enters her room. She wants to e-mail him, she wants to tell him how much she would like him to violate her in a way that will make her scream like a scalded cat, but as wasted as she is, she knows not to do that. And almost immediately it hits her....the nausea.
She makes it to the bathroom, but nothing rises as much as she tries. Sitting on the toilet feeling both mellow and morose at the same time, she reaches for the waste basket and 1...2...3 times ralphs into the basket. Up comes beer, crisps, and cookie, but oh.....she feels much better.
Back in the bedroom, she realizes that somewhere along the way she has lost pants and panties and is walking around in just her top and bra....suddenly the room starts spinning again and she is back in the bathroom, this time hitting the bowl...1...2...3 more times, flush, she slides back on the floor and embraces the caress of the cold tile against her body...waking a couple hours later, she crawls from the bathroom and into the bed....
A few hours later she awakens to realize it is way to early to be up with a hangover...her mouth tastes like puke and her brain is fuzzy, but she's up....it's almost 7am and she rises to straighten the room, use the bathroom, and curse the fact that she forgot her toothpaste....luckily she has some gum and that takes care of the taste in her mouth. Vowing to never drink four Guinesses again on an almost empty stomach (or mix them with garlic flavor crisps) she feels a bit more refreshed....comfy finally in her pajamas, she puts the "Do Not Disturb" on the door and slides back into bed, hoping for a few more hours of blissful sleep...and that it is!
She wakes a few hours later, feeling refreshed and satisfied with memories of dream sex! A twenty-something tall, dark haired boy that she is riding on a subway with, she chats him up, and leans in to kiss him and stroke his cock through his jeans, the feel of a hard dick exciting her...suddenly she is following him off the train into a restaurant wanting him to chat with her then go back to his place for a quick fuck, but he is having non of that so she turns to the hostess, a friend of his, and starts flirting with her, the boy incensed walks off as she leans in to kiss and grope the girl.....flash forward, she is waking up in her bed to two chambermaids cleaning her room, music playing as they replace towels....she wonders why they came in when her door had a "do not disturb" sign on it. They notice she is awake and the blond one comes over and sits on her bed as she flips the covers off of it. The next thing she knows the blond is crawling across the bed, kissing her deeply, stroking her breasts, mouths open drinking it all in, the girl is startled but aroused. As the brunette stands and watches the whole scene the Blond proceeds to pull down the girl's panties and go down on her....licking her cunt, teasing her clit with the tip of her tongue, the girl wiggles with pleasure enjoying being eaten out by a girl, aroused by the fact that someone else is watching the whole thing. Hoping that when the one girl tires that the other will step in or join them for some fun.
Suddenly the girl awakens, a noise having whisked her from dreamland, but she can still see the erotic imagery in her head and feels a warm tingly sensation in her cunt, hot and wet from all that dream sex. Then she realizes something...not one dream included him....hmmm, but she is still hot and wet and ripe if he were here to take her and so she does what any sane and slightly hung over girl would do......she closes her eyes, picturing the pleasure of being eaten out by him and proceeds to masturbate until she cums a long, slow, sweet river of juice.
Don't Drink and Dial
I am totally wasted and want him to fuck me up the ass right now, but I am good and while I have thrown up 3 times (make that 6-finally beat my college record of 4), I have not e-mailed him....don't drink and dial if you want to save face...
Friday, September 26, 2008
"Bar None"-stories to make him cum
.... She walked into the crowded bar and scanned the room.... There he was over by the pool table.... he didn't notice her and she was glad.... it gave her a few minutes to pull herself together, to know that she could do whatever came next and not regret it...
The bar was full of people, young and old, single and married, all crushing together in some frantic hope that the world would continue to spin faster and faster, their lives growing wild with the excitement of pressed flesh and hopes of hook ups. Everywhere you looked there were tight jeans, exposed skin, flashy jewelry and tattoos meant to draw the eye of potential sexual partners to a person's most desirable bits. Tramp stamps, belly rings, and body glitter were liberally sprinkled about the bar like fairy dust. She inhaled deeply, settling into the crowd and the noise, at home in this alternate universe of lustful possibilities.
Moving towards the bar, she pushed against the writhing bodies, feeling her loins twitch with desire. Just the feel of skin on skin as she fought towards the counter made the hairs stand up all over body, desire coursing through her veins.
Sliding onto a bar stool, she looked around at the crush of people, taking in the chatter, the laughter, the looks of hunger in the faces of the sexual aroused men and women all longing for a hookup, some brief encounter, greedy hands groping each other in the dim light wanting to experience something that would make life worth living even if only for one night, one stranger at a time.
Looking up, she was startled to see him, there before her, a bar towel in one hand, an impish grin plastered across his boyishly sexy face. God how he made her instantly cream herself, moist and sticky she rubbed her thighs together, adjusted her dress, and rubbed her thighs some more. A mini-orgasm rippled through her clitoris and she couldn't help but lick her lips as she inhaled slightly. Why oh why did the sight of him do this to her every time?
She had been so good about keeping her thoughts and desires to herself and then one long night, tired from work, tired of not knowing where her next fuck was coming from, she had stopped into the bar for a consolatory drink. She vaguely knew the bartender, she had been coming here for years and he had politely served her each time, served her drinks when she wanted him to really service her. Then, close to closing time, a few two many glasses of sangria, a little flirting and the next thing she knew she was on the floor behind the bar making out with the bartender, spilling the fact that for years she had thought him desirable, had dreamed of fucking him.
It had been enticing, the flirting, the kissing, the groping. They had laid behind the bar for what seemed like hours, clutching each other, tongues licking and sucking on delectable bits of flesh. Before she knew it she was stripped down to her bra and panties, his moist lips tracing a path of sizzling kisses from her neck down to her belly button.
She straddled him, pressing her moist cunt up against his jeans. Reaching up to her, he sucked on her nipples through the lacy material of her bra as she rubbed herself back and forth against the zipper of his jeans, feeling her labia engorge, her clit harden as her juices flowed turning her panties into a wet, moist film barely keeping his hard cock from penetrating her. Just as she thought every nerve in her body would explode from wanting him inside her, she couldn't help herself.... she begged him to fuck her, telling him how much she craved his rock hard cock riding back and forth inside her. And then the letdown...
He wanted her too, at least that's what he said, but he had commitments and it just wasn't going to happen that night.... a rain check possibly? He would make it up to her. Stung, she had stopped, quickly putting her skirt and blouse back on. "Sure, no problem, some other time." She gathered her purse, gave him a tentative smile and had fled the bar.... she felt like such a fool. How could she expose herself like that, letting him know how much she wanted him, thinking he wanted her too, but he was a bartender, she should have known better, he was probably like this with lots of women. She had gone home knowing that she could never forget that night, the passion, the disappointment, she had tried so hard to stay away, but finally her resolve had failed her.... after all, he was still cute, she was still hot for him, and he had offered up the possibility of a rain check, so here she was again...
She looked at him as he leaned into her, trying to be heard over the noise. "So, what's your pleasure? Sangria?"...She paused, shook her head, and then said instead, "How about a Mojito?" Nodding he turned to the bottles behind the bar, mixed one up and handed it to her. She took it and slowly sipped. A wash of sweet rum and mint tickled her throat as she swallowed. He had placed a piece of aloe vera in it and she paused to stir up the amber green liquid. He smiled seductively, then turned back to wait upon another customer. Nursing her drink, she slid from the bar and headed towards a booth in a dark corner. Part of her wanted to finish her drink and walk straight out the bar-she wanted to show him that he didn't have such power over her, she was tempted to hunt, to find some sexy guy in the bar to flirt with in front of him, someone she could walk out the door with for a night of no-strings fucking, but she could feel his eyes on her as she crossed the bar and she knew that as long as he might want her, she was his.
The night was long, the number of empty Mojito glasses began to increase as the bar slowly emptied, singles, couples, hopes and dreams and sex walked out the door, but she stayed. At last she was the last person in the bar except for him. Slowly she stood and walked over to the jukebox. Reaching into the pocket of her wraparound dress she pulled out some quarters, plunking them into the machine. Punching the buttons for F8, the disc dropped and Rilo Kiley's "Portions for Foxes" began to shout through the speakers.
Grinning at her choice of music, he stepped from the bar, walked over to her, took her hand and led her to the pool table. Kissing her deeply, tongue flicking over her own, his hands slowly tracing the curves of her body, resting briefly at her round, firm breasts. Reaching towards her, he pulled on the string of her wraparound dress. Her dress fell open exposing her pink, lacy matching bra and panties. Slowly she stepped out of her dress and walking towards him, pressed her body to his feeling his cock harden against her.
Turning her, so that she lent against the edge of the pool table, he kissed her then traced a long path down with his tongue down the length of her body stopping at the top of her panties, inhaling her warm, musky scent. With one hand, he peeled her panties slowly away and spreading her legs, bent down to slowly kiss and lick every inch of her hot, wet cunt. She gasped and leaned back against the pool table, widening her legs. Firmly taking hold of her thighs, he buried himself deeper into her scent, licking and sucking her clit, tenderly biting it, spreading her lips so that his tongue dove deeper into her inner most pleasure. Arching her back she pushed into him, willing his tongue deeper inside, she felt euphoric as her orgasm climaxed and a wet, stream of warm liquid burst forth as he drank her juices.
Moaning with pleasure, her cries of "fuck me, fuck me now" rushing from her lips, he stood, grinning, his face bathed in her sex, slowly undoing the fly of his jeans. Sliding out of his pants, his cock hard and straight, he moved towards her, as his penis entered her, she gasped, wanting him so badly she thought she would faint.
Feeling his firm shaft enter her, she shivered with pleasure. Slowly he began to stroke her, back and forth, back and forth, growing firmer with each movement. Just when she thought she could take it no more, he let out a moan of pleasure as she felt his hot, wet cum fill her to the core. Pulling him on top of her, she pushed against him, willing him to thrust one last time deeply into her before exhaustion and well-deserved pleasure sated him. He looked at her grinning, wrapping his arms around her, kissing her full on the lips, his eyes twinkled...he had wanted this too, it just had to be at the right time, a rain check waiting to be cashed in, a pleasure longed for all the more enticing. A moment to be savored for its ability to make two people feel so alive, so sensual, so right....
The bar was full of people, young and old, single and married, all crushing together in some frantic hope that the world would continue to spin faster and faster, their lives growing wild with the excitement of pressed flesh and hopes of hook ups. Everywhere you looked there were tight jeans, exposed skin, flashy jewelry and tattoos meant to draw the eye of potential sexual partners to a person's most desirable bits. Tramp stamps, belly rings, and body glitter were liberally sprinkled about the bar like fairy dust. She inhaled deeply, settling into the crowd and the noise, at home in this alternate universe of lustful possibilities.
Moving towards the bar, she pushed against the writhing bodies, feeling her loins twitch with desire. Just the feel of skin on skin as she fought towards the counter made the hairs stand up all over body, desire coursing through her veins.
Sliding onto a bar stool, she looked around at the crush of people, taking in the chatter, the laughter, the looks of hunger in the faces of the sexual aroused men and women all longing for a hookup, some brief encounter, greedy hands groping each other in the dim light wanting to experience something that would make life worth living even if only for one night, one stranger at a time.
Looking up, she was startled to see him, there before her, a bar towel in one hand, an impish grin plastered across his boyishly sexy face. God how he made her instantly cream herself, moist and sticky she rubbed her thighs together, adjusted her dress, and rubbed her thighs some more. A mini-orgasm rippled through her clitoris and she couldn't help but lick her lips as she inhaled slightly. Why oh why did the sight of him do this to her every time?
She had been so good about keeping her thoughts and desires to herself and then one long night, tired from work, tired of not knowing where her next fuck was coming from, she had stopped into the bar for a consolatory drink. She vaguely knew the bartender, she had been coming here for years and he had politely served her each time, served her drinks when she wanted him to really service her. Then, close to closing time, a few two many glasses of sangria, a little flirting and the next thing she knew she was on the floor behind the bar making out with the bartender, spilling the fact that for years she had thought him desirable, had dreamed of fucking him.
It had been enticing, the flirting, the kissing, the groping. They had laid behind the bar for what seemed like hours, clutching each other, tongues licking and sucking on delectable bits of flesh. Before she knew it she was stripped down to her bra and panties, his moist lips tracing a path of sizzling kisses from her neck down to her belly button.
She straddled him, pressing her moist cunt up against his jeans. Reaching up to her, he sucked on her nipples through the lacy material of her bra as she rubbed herself back and forth against the zipper of his jeans, feeling her labia engorge, her clit harden as her juices flowed turning her panties into a wet, moist film barely keeping his hard cock from penetrating her. Just as she thought every nerve in her body would explode from wanting him inside her, she couldn't help herself.... she begged him to fuck her, telling him how much she craved his rock hard cock riding back and forth inside her. And then the letdown...
He wanted her too, at least that's what he said, but he had commitments and it just wasn't going to happen that night.... a rain check possibly? He would make it up to her. Stung, she had stopped, quickly putting her skirt and blouse back on. "Sure, no problem, some other time." She gathered her purse, gave him a tentative smile and had fled the bar.... she felt like such a fool. How could she expose herself like that, letting him know how much she wanted him, thinking he wanted her too, but he was a bartender, she should have known better, he was probably like this with lots of women. She had gone home knowing that she could never forget that night, the passion, the disappointment, she had tried so hard to stay away, but finally her resolve had failed her.... after all, he was still cute, she was still hot for him, and he had offered up the possibility of a rain check, so here she was again...
She looked at him as he leaned into her, trying to be heard over the noise. "So, what's your pleasure? Sangria?"...She paused, shook her head, and then said instead, "How about a Mojito?" Nodding he turned to the bottles behind the bar, mixed one up and handed it to her. She took it and slowly sipped. A wash of sweet rum and mint tickled her throat as she swallowed. He had placed a piece of aloe vera in it and she paused to stir up the amber green liquid. He smiled seductively, then turned back to wait upon another customer. Nursing her drink, she slid from the bar and headed towards a booth in a dark corner. Part of her wanted to finish her drink and walk straight out the bar-she wanted to show him that he didn't have such power over her, she was tempted to hunt, to find some sexy guy in the bar to flirt with in front of him, someone she could walk out the door with for a night of no-strings fucking, but she could feel his eyes on her as she crossed the bar and she knew that as long as he might want her, she was his.
The night was long, the number of empty Mojito glasses began to increase as the bar slowly emptied, singles, couples, hopes and dreams and sex walked out the door, but she stayed. At last she was the last person in the bar except for him. Slowly she stood and walked over to the jukebox. Reaching into the pocket of her wraparound dress she pulled out some quarters, plunking them into the machine. Punching the buttons for F8, the disc dropped and Rilo Kiley's "Portions for Foxes" began to shout through the speakers.
Grinning at her choice of music, he stepped from the bar, walked over to her, took her hand and led her to the pool table. Kissing her deeply, tongue flicking over her own, his hands slowly tracing the curves of her body, resting briefly at her round, firm breasts. Reaching towards her, he pulled on the string of her wraparound dress. Her dress fell open exposing her pink, lacy matching bra and panties. Slowly she stepped out of her dress and walking towards him, pressed her body to his feeling his cock harden against her.
Turning her, so that she lent against the edge of the pool table, he kissed her then traced a long path down with his tongue down the length of her body stopping at the top of her panties, inhaling her warm, musky scent. With one hand, he peeled her panties slowly away and spreading her legs, bent down to slowly kiss and lick every inch of her hot, wet cunt. She gasped and leaned back against the pool table, widening her legs. Firmly taking hold of her thighs, he buried himself deeper into her scent, licking and sucking her clit, tenderly biting it, spreading her lips so that his tongue dove deeper into her inner most pleasure. Arching her back she pushed into him, willing his tongue deeper inside, she felt euphoric as her orgasm climaxed and a wet, stream of warm liquid burst forth as he drank her juices.
Moaning with pleasure, her cries of "fuck me, fuck me now" rushing from her lips, he stood, grinning, his face bathed in her sex, slowly undoing the fly of his jeans. Sliding out of his pants, his cock hard and straight, he moved towards her, as his penis entered her, she gasped, wanting him so badly she thought she would faint.
Feeling his firm shaft enter her, she shivered with pleasure. Slowly he began to stroke her, back and forth, back and forth, growing firmer with each movement. Just when she thought she could take it no more, he let out a moan of pleasure as she felt his hot, wet cum fill her to the core. Pulling him on top of her, she pushed against him, willing him to thrust one last time deeply into her before exhaustion and well-deserved pleasure sated him. He looked at her grinning, wrapping his arms around her, kissing her full on the lips, his eyes twinkled...he had wanted this too, it just had to be at the right time, a rain check waiting to be cashed in, a pleasure longed for all the more enticing. A moment to be savored for its ability to make two people feel so alive, so sensual, so right....
Thursday, September 25, 2008
Fucking Bliss with a Twist
So, my guy got in touch with me tonight and we chatted for about 2 1/2 hours and I was in shear Heaven the whole time. At first I was so excited my leg was shaking all over the place and I couldn't get it to stop. I could feel all the endorphins and serotonin rushing to my brain-I was so fucking high on just being with this guy and talking to him....fucking incredible.
Most of the conversation went great, but I'm still a little confused by him and how he says things or what he says. I wanted to try to see him in person but I don't think that will happen right now, but if I try not to push I hope this will last a long time and go to the next level.
There is more to say, but I'm exhausted and want to go masturbate while thinking about him fresh in my mind, then sleep. He is supposed to chat again tomorrow then I think it will be a long dry spell....sigh, but fucking sheer bliss....just happy to connect with him in any way. mm mm
Most of the conversation went great, but I'm still a little confused by him and how he says things or what he says. I wanted to try to see him in person but I don't think that will happen right now, but if I try not to push I hope this will last a long time and go to the next level.
There is more to say, but I'm exhausted and want to go masturbate while thinking about him fresh in my mind, then sleep. He is supposed to chat again tomorrow then I think it will be a long dry spell....sigh, but fucking sheer bliss....just happy to connect with him in any way. mm mm
Monday, September 22, 2008
Funny Thing Happened On the Way to the Web Cam!
So, I have a new computer and I'm really excited because it has a web cam! I can't wait to try it out. Hopefully this week I will be hooking up with this really sexxy guy that total gets my cunt all hot and juicy. I am hoping to try it out with him then!
In the meantime though.....the room I have it in is a total disaster and so I am frantically trying to straighten it up and get rid of some stuff, because nothing says....hot, sexxy woman I want to fuck then someone who's got a ton of shit behind her in the web cam photo.
Wish me luck!
In the meantime though.....the room I have it in is a total disaster and so I am frantically trying to straighten it up and get rid of some stuff, because nothing says....hot, sexxy woman I want to fuck then someone who's got a ton of shit behind her in the web cam photo.
Wish me luck!
Saturday, September 20, 2008
Friends w/Benefits
I was on the phone with a friend today, telling him that I would be in town soon and hopefully we could hook up and he seemed compliant. It will only be for a long weekend, but I'm hoping we can find some time to be alone for a little action. I have been really horny lately and I want some cock to suck and this might be my chance....I just want to feel desired by someone who doesn't judge me every day, someone safe, discrete, and disease free. Someone who is just as into sex as I am and isn't afraid to act on it. So stolen moments in a "friends w/benefits" scenario are definitely a plus in my book-especially if we can mutual benefit and keep it discrete.
Thursday, September 18, 2008
Why is it ALWAYS a Man?
I spent the better part of my work day dreaming about a certain someone who has gotten under my skin lately. The hard part is alternately picturing pleasuring him in "oh so many ways" and then trying to decipher all of his signals....it could make a gal go crazy both physically and mentally all at the same time.
One minute I'm giving a presentation and the next I am thinking about licking his stiff penis with my tongue. I dream about going out to dinner with him, wearing a low cut blouse so that I can tease him with a bit of lacy bra, then ordering a drink with a piece of lime and a cherry, just so I can slide the cherry over my lips, onto my tongue, then biting it in half and sucking on it before I drop it back into my drink, just in the hopes that him seeing me do this will get his cock hard.
The hardest part is that I want him so bad and I know that ultimately he is not good for me....he has turned me into a raving sexpot instead of the meek little office gal that I usually am. A switch has been flipped and all I want to do is climb into his arms and fuck his brains out, but I can't and it is agony.
I love the fantasy, I want the fantasy, but I am beginning to think that it is all some crazy dream that I had and as time passes it is going from a reality to a hollow memory. I want to taste this man's cum so badly and yet the more I think I let him know I want him, the more I think he is slipping away....it makes me just want to pick up the phone and call him a cunt tease and then walk away....but instead I think of him more and more and the fact that he has such power over my thoughts makes me feel like begging him to release this bond that he has formed so casually.
I can't help it....I know that I still want to fuck this man so hard he begs me to stop and yet I'm going to say it.....
you are a cunt tease
(now get over here and fuck me pretty please-with Sugar on top!)
One minute I'm giving a presentation and the next I am thinking about licking his stiff penis with my tongue. I dream about going out to dinner with him, wearing a low cut blouse so that I can tease him with a bit of lacy bra, then ordering a drink with a piece of lime and a cherry, just so I can slide the cherry over my lips, onto my tongue, then biting it in half and sucking on it before I drop it back into my drink, just in the hopes that him seeing me do this will get his cock hard.
The hardest part is that I want him so bad and I know that ultimately he is not good for me....he has turned me into a raving sexpot instead of the meek little office gal that I usually am. A switch has been flipped and all I want to do is climb into his arms and fuck his brains out, but I can't and it is agony.
I love the fantasy, I want the fantasy, but I am beginning to think that it is all some crazy dream that I had and as time passes it is going from a reality to a hollow memory. I want to taste this man's cum so badly and yet the more I think I let him know I want him, the more I think he is slipping away....it makes me just want to pick up the phone and call him a cunt tease and then walk away....but instead I think of him more and more and the fact that he has such power over my thoughts makes me feel like begging him to release this bond that he has formed so casually.
I can't help it....I know that I still want to fuck this man so hard he begs me to stop and yet I'm going to say it.....
you are a cunt tease
(now get over here and fuck me pretty please-with Sugar on top!)
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
Indian Summer Flashback
For it only being a few days before autumn officially begins, today was a hot, dry, sunny day....Indian Summer has arrived! It was a day for blowing off work and going to an amusement park or hanging by the pool. Unfortunately, I did have to work, but looking out the window of my office, I couldn't help but experience a flashback to a summer long ago.....
A warm memory spread through me of my first big crush, the man who gave me my first French kiss....oh la la!
It was a long summer ago, but just like today it was a hot, dry day. I used to hang out at the lake every day in the summer and had a secret lust/crush for one of the lifeguards. He was tall, red-headed, with the cutest freckles on his face. Let's just say that I spent every day hanging out on my towel, jumping in and out of the water, but all the while I had my eye on him hoping for a smile, a wink, anything to let me know that he was interested too.
It was all too obvious that just the sight of him standing on the dock in his Speedo bikini briefs, a whistle around his neck, the sun glinting off the lake accenting the golden highlights in his shaggy red hair made me giddy with desire. His legs were covered in freckles and fur; his calves hard as rocks from all the swimming and standing around he did. Just picturing those legs wrapped around my waist, his arms around me made my body light on fire.
Now, I had a friend who knew I had a huge crush on him and one day she dared me to tell him that I wanted to have sex with him (and BOY DID I). Well, I don't know how I got up the courage, but I did tell him and the next thing I know he was saying "sure". What the hell? I didn't know how to respond to that. We ended up walking around the lake front and talking and basically I chickened out, but with good reason. I was deathly afraid of getting pregnant. It's not something my parents would have accepted and the fact that I was only 13 and he was 7 years older than me (do the math 13+7=20; I said a man not a boy) gave me pause. Not the age difference, I could have cared less. More the I don't want to be in a pregnant, junior high kid, who this guy probably wouldn't stick around to marry. So after talking about the fact that I wasn't on any birth control, somehow Hurricane Hottie simmered down and we settled on a kiss. Who knows maybe he was just humoring me, maybe he didn't want to get arrested for deflowering a minor, whatever the reason the issue was downgraded to something so simple yet still so enticing to a teenager.
The plan was to meet him in the guard shack (where the equipment was kept) on his break and so I waited. I waited and waited till I saw him get up to go on break and head towards the guard shack. It was a little concrete building, 1/2 for equipment, the other 1/2 the women's changing room. I crept up to the building, looked around, then knocked on the door. He let me in.
It was a little dark in the room (no light bulb). Sunlight filtered through the plastic roofing leaving slatted shadows across the concrete floor. Equipment was piled everywhere, sand under foot grinding into the bottoms of my feet. There he was grinning up a storm. We sat down on a wooden bench and I could feel it's cool, rough surface bite into the back of my legs where the top of my bathing suit met my thighs.
He turned to me and smiled broadly. Taking my shoulders in his hands, he asked if I was ready. I nodded, drawing in some breath. As he leaned towards me, I closed my eyes and felt his moist, rough lips meet mine. As I melted into him, I felt something rough brush against my lips.
The next thing I knew, his tongue was darting between my lips and touching my tongue, rolling up and down and around it. I was slightly shocked. No one had ever French kissed me before and this was exciting. I could feel my tongue tingling...all too soon it was over. He pulled back and smiled. I think I was still in shock and awe. A whistle blew and his break was over, the next thing I know he was out the door and I was left there in the shadows and light. My tongue continued to tingle and after a few delicious moments of reliving the memory of the kiss, I was slightly disappointed that it was over so quickly and I wanted more. After a few seconds though, I realized that I would have to leave the guard shack and go back out into the harsh reality, the light of day.
And yet for the next 48 hours all I could think of was him, the kiss, and the fact that my tongue would not stop tingling!
So, today looking out the window at this nice, sunshiny day my mind wandered back in time to that first French kiss and a warm feeling spread through me, I tingled not on my tongue, but in the core of my sex and I knew that if I could go back in time, not only would I do it all over again, but this time I would fuck that cute, Irish lifeguard on the rough, cold concrete floor of that guard shack....age differences and contraception worries be damned.
A warm memory spread through me of my first big crush, the man who gave me my first French kiss....oh la la!
It was a long summer ago, but just like today it was a hot, dry day. I used to hang out at the lake every day in the summer and had a secret lust/crush for one of the lifeguards. He was tall, red-headed, with the cutest freckles on his face. Let's just say that I spent every day hanging out on my towel, jumping in and out of the water, but all the while I had my eye on him hoping for a smile, a wink, anything to let me know that he was interested too.
It was all too obvious that just the sight of him standing on the dock in his Speedo bikini briefs, a whistle around his neck, the sun glinting off the lake accenting the golden highlights in his shaggy red hair made me giddy with desire. His legs were covered in freckles and fur; his calves hard as rocks from all the swimming and standing around he did. Just picturing those legs wrapped around my waist, his arms around me made my body light on fire.
Now, I had a friend who knew I had a huge crush on him and one day she dared me to tell him that I wanted to have sex with him (and BOY DID I). Well, I don't know how I got up the courage, but I did tell him and the next thing I know he was saying "sure". What the hell? I didn't know how to respond to that. We ended up walking around the lake front and talking and basically I chickened out, but with good reason. I was deathly afraid of getting pregnant. It's not something my parents would have accepted and the fact that I was only 13 and he was 7 years older than me (do the math 13+7=20; I said a man not a boy) gave me pause. Not the age difference, I could have cared less. More the I don't want to be in a pregnant, junior high kid, who this guy probably wouldn't stick around to marry. So after talking about the fact that I wasn't on any birth control, somehow Hurricane Hottie simmered down and we settled on a kiss. Who knows maybe he was just humoring me, maybe he didn't want to get arrested for deflowering a minor, whatever the reason the issue was downgraded to something so simple yet still so enticing to a teenager.
The plan was to meet him in the guard shack (where the equipment was kept) on his break and so I waited. I waited and waited till I saw him get up to go on break and head towards the guard shack. It was a little concrete building, 1/2 for equipment, the other 1/2 the women's changing room. I crept up to the building, looked around, then knocked on the door. He let me in.
It was a little dark in the room (no light bulb). Sunlight filtered through the plastic roofing leaving slatted shadows across the concrete floor. Equipment was piled everywhere, sand under foot grinding into the bottoms of my feet. There he was grinning up a storm. We sat down on a wooden bench and I could feel it's cool, rough surface bite into the back of my legs where the top of my bathing suit met my thighs.
He turned to me and smiled broadly. Taking my shoulders in his hands, he asked if I was ready. I nodded, drawing in some breath. As he leaned towards me, I closed my eyes and felt his moist, rough lips meet mine. As I melted into him, I felt something rough brush against my lips.
The next thing I knew, his tongue was darting between my lips and touching my tongue, rolling up and down and around it. I was slightly shocked. No one had ever French kissed me before and this was exciting. I could feel my tongue tingling...all too soon it was over. He pulled back and smiled. I think I was still in shock and awe. A whistle blew and his break was over, the next thing I know he was out the door and I was left there in the shadows and light. My tongue continued to tingle and after a few delicious moments of reliving the memory of the kiss, I was slightly disappointed that it was over so quickly and I wanted more. After a few seconds though, I realized that I would have to leave the guard shack and go back out into the harsh reality, the light of day.
And yet for the next 48 hours all I could think of was him, the kiss, and the fact that my tongue would not stop tingling!
So, today looking out the window at this nice, sunshiny day my mind wandered back in time to that first French kiss and a warm feeling spread through me, I tingled not on my tongue, but in the core of my sex and I knew that if I could go back in time, not only would I do it all over again, but this time I would fuck that cute, Irish lifeguard on the rough, cold concrete floor of that guard shack....age differences and contraception worries be damned.
Monday, September 15, 2008
Erato....
Erato is the Greek muse associated with erotic poetry. She is also my muse for this blog. What is life without poetry? Poetry is a way to express our thoughts, feelings, experiences, sensations. All too often we hide the erotic sides of our lives, pulling a cloak over our true selves in order to blend in with common society. Our thoughts and actions may co-exist, but that doesn't mean that our outward actions express our inner thoughts.
In my thinking, life is a shallow and empty pursuit if it does not allow for some form of poetry (be it spoken, thought, written down, or acted upon) to bring one closer to their true self, the self that is never fully revealed to the outside world for fear of rejection, retribution, or even regret. Situations vary, sometimes we can't open up to others, while other times we don't want to show our true selves to those around us. It is a fine line that must be walked with care. But, there is a point when one wants the world to know her thoughts, words, deeds and not be shunned for being oneself and so I turn to the anonymous world of the Internet to reveal my thoughts and desires without judgement by my peers.
It is here that I choose to reveal my inner most thoughts on love, life, and sexuality....if you want to know more about what makes me tick, what arouses my senses, then please open the book, turn the page, continue to read, but if you are afraid to know the real me, if that is too "intimate" for you, then by all means close this book and seek out another....there are plenty on the shelves.
In my thinking, life is a shallow and empty pursuit if it does not allow for some form of poetry (be it spoken, thought, written down, or acted upon) to bring one closer to their true self, the self that is never fully revealed to the outside world for fear of rejection, retribution, or even regret. Situations vary, sometimes we can't open up to others, while other times we don't want to show our true selves to those around us. It is a fine line that must be walked with care. But, there is a point when one wants the world to know her thoughts, words, deeds and not be shunned for being oneself and so I turn to the anonymous world of the Internet to reveal my thoughts and desires without judgement by my peers.
It is here that I choose to reveal my inner most thoughts on love, life, and sexuality....if you want to know more about what makes me tick, what arouses my senses, then please open the book, turn the page, continue to read, but if you are afraid to know the real me, if that is too "intimate" for you, then by all means close this book and seek out another....there are plenty on the shelves.
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