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.
Thursday, October 30, 2008
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...
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)