"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....

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

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!

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.

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!)

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.

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.