Wake me up with coffee, sin and badness. Drop your scruples on the floor and hang your doubts up behind the door on the hook with the web of deceit and the cloak of lies. Put your mouth to mine and feel the flicker of my serpents tongue and let yourself be seduced. Peel off discretion and regret like the wrappings on a prize, and let judgment rot in its cradle. Under the covers here the dark is soft and warmly scented, and this is where your trespasses are forgiven and your transgression my delight. There are whispers of secrets to keep and places to hide the darkest corners of your mind, and there’s a kind of turbulent peace in having everything to lose.

When temptation is your master then taste how sweet your mistress is; forbidden fruit lingers on the tongue with its thirst quenching juices and its hunger slaking flesh. The wages of sin are slick with desire and sealed with a sticky kiss, and the bonus is bliss. Slide into me, and leaves the milksops to their milk and honey and the sound of harps: there are earthier pleasures to feed your senses as well as your ruined soul.

Come to bad with me, and I’ll lull you so with a siren song that you’ll hardly notice the tune is off-key and the lyrics off-colour: everyone knows the devil has all the best tunes, if you want to hear them badly enough.

from six elaborates…

I watched the sweatshirt being pulled up and over her head.  The room glowed bluish white, the laptop on her desk casting the glow inward, illuminating the bed and dresser.  The bottom hem of the sweatshirt caught the white t-shirt she wore underneath, pulling it up her stomach as she yanked the heavy cotton upward.  It was finally off her head, her arms now shedding it and dispensing of the sweatshirt off to the side, flung into the darkness.

I forgot that we’d hurriedly gone up the two flights to her apartment.  That she grabbed my tie and led me in through the door.  That the silk tie crinkled and crushed in her hand but I didn’t care as we stumbled over the shoes in the narrow hallway before slipping past the living room, finally arriving at her bedroom.

She’d placed her hands on my chest, palms flat, sweeping up to knock the jacket off my shoulders; pushing me down and onto the bed.  I sat up and watched her, the sweatshirt gone, the white shirt stretched taut over her breasts.  Bra-less, they poked out in the artificial glow of the laptop screen.  Her nipples stood out straight.

Pulling her closer to me, my mouth opened and closed around the pointy brown tip, my tongue wet and hot against the tasteless white cotton.  I licked and sucked, feeling the grainy woven fabric, the sound of the air passing through it.  She moaned and threw her head back, her chest further toward me.  My hand slipped under the shirt and slid up her body, pushing her other breast up as my fingers spread and closed around her other nipple.  With a squeeze.

Her fingers slithered through my hair and grabbed it, pulling back.  I relinquished her nipple back to the air, feeling it cool immediately as it left my mouth, the darkened circle of my saliva clinging to her.  She undid her jeans, button and zipper undone, wiggling her hips out of them.  I pulled the tie up and over my head, the buttons of my shirt almost pulled off as I raced to shed my clothing.

Her boyshort panties looked black and white in the glow of the laptop’s screen, my boxers an odd shade of blue.  The shirt came off her body, the hair last to leave, splashing from above her head and onto her shoulders.  I had stood to kick off my pants, and I pulled her to me with a kiss.  Bodies touching and pressing, her nipples poking into me, I nudged her onto the bed and climbed over her, lips back on her lips, her legs parting with our legs interlocked.

Her arms reached back and over her head, snaking into the sheets and crumpled blanket.  She reached back again, producing my tie, slipping it over her head with a smirk.  “Looks better on me,” she said, giggling as I licked and kissed her chest.

“Keep it,” I said. “Happy Birthday,” I joked.

“Shut up, you’re five months late!”  And with a roll she was on top of me, her legs straddling my thighs, hip threatening to slam into my erection.  The pressure, the friction, the heat – suddenly we became very serious.  The kisses became breathless.  The look in her eyes wild, the urgency in her movements labored, restless, and they wanted immediacy.  My body pressing against hers, the rocking of our hips, everything said now, now, now.

My thumbs hooked into the waistband of her panties as she tore at my boxers, the two of us now struggling with each others’ undergarments, legs tangled and pulling in opposite ways.  She pitched her body forward, tie slapping against my face, her breasts heaving in front of me, the panties worked down off her thighs and lower to her knees, her legs kicking them off, dangerously close to rendering all of it futile.  I too, wiggled and struggled, my hips bobbing up and down as the boxers were dragged off me.

The contact, incidental, accidental, me brushing against her clit, her thighs against the head of my cock, the wetness spread over the head and on her skin.  We both heaved and pushed, our hands invading the space between us.

It was no slip, no accident, the contact, her body sinking into mine with a sigh, the silk tie in my face, the sweat beading on my forehead, when yes, finally, my cock finding the space between her legs, slippery and wet up up up and inside, her pussy stretching and accepting me.  Moving in time with each other, her back curving away from me with her arms holding her body up, my hands on her hips and half-holding-her-half-pulling-her-to-me, the wait so long and so strained, we both reveled in the satisfaction of this – this fuck.

So much so that when she trembled and shook (hand clutching at her clit as it mashed against my pelvis, the tie crumpling further as she fell forward and onto my chest, the grip of my hands on her hips creating ten dimples on her ass and with a grunt and a sharp intake of air, cumming as her pussy clenched and pulsed around my cock), I could think of nothing at all.

I felt, and that was more than enough.

I open my eyes and look up at you, there, above me. Your eyes smile at me. I see the love, lust and desire in them. My heart aches and I reach my hands up around your neck and pull you to me. Lips brush softly over lips. My tongue darts out and licks you. A soft groan escapes from deep inside you. So sensual. I pull you closer and kiss deeper. My tongue pushing past your lips, touching yours. I feel your body melt into mine. Suddenly your grab my head and kiss me deeper, lust overwhelming you. My body reacts instantly, I feel the warm tingle of arousal flush through my body. I want you. My hands roam down your back, pulling you tighter to me. I let them tuck under your shirt, feeling your warm skin. You’re kissing me greedily now, hungrily as I kiss you back. Your breathing is quicker and I can feel your growing erection pressing hard against me. You want me too.

You move your body over mine. My thighs part willingly for you. My fingers deftly unbutton your shirt, I need to taste you. My thighs wrap around your body as my mouth finds your chest. Your warm skin ignites my senses. My tongue flicks over your nipple and you gasp. I take it into my mouth and suck on you. Your hand wraps itself in my hair and pulls me closer, wanting me so much. My tongue flicks at your nipple, making it harder, rolling it between my teeth and making your gasp again. I need to fuck you.

Sensing this, your hands push up my negligé, exposing my naked pussy. You moan and trail your fingers through my already wet sex. My teeth bite into your skin as I feel your fingers sink slowly into me. Yes. They stroke me slowly, fighting the rhythm my body needs. You pull back from me onto your knees. You smile. Pure desire is naked on your face. I watch as you quickly shed your clothes. I look at you, there, kneeling between my thighs. You are what I want, what I need, what I desire, who I love.

Your fingers move back to stroke me again and I close my eyes, giving in to the feelings. Your fingers know just how to touch me. I am so wet for you. They, once again, enter me slowly, taking their time with my lust. I let my head fall back as your fingers find my clit. Oh god. I moan as you touch me, your fingers circling slowly, building me up. My desire burns inside me. I let my thighs fall completely open. I’m yours. I hear you whisper to me. Your thoughts, your desires. Suck me, I hear you say.

I sit up and lean down between our open thighs and pull you into my mouth. Your taste. Oh god. I pull you deeper, not bothering to tease you. I hear you say my name as your hand moves to the back of my head. Your cock pulses in my mouth, growing harder and I roll my tongue over you. My head bobs between your thighs, fucking you with my mouth. I pause and suck hard on the head of your cock and you cry out with pleasure. My cunt aches at the sound. I pull you deeper, sliding my tongue over you, letting you feel every part of my hot wet mouth. I pause again, sucking on your head again. You cry out again. No more, you say and push me back on the bed. There’s a fire in your eyes, pure lust. Your fingers find me again and you spread my lips for you. You need to fuck me.

Your cock slides easily inside my slick cunt. We both groan at the feelings. You fill me completely. I wrap my thighs around your back as you begin to fuck me. Every stroke brings heightened pleasure to my aching body. Every groan increases my desire. I let my own fingers slip between us, finding my clit. You sit back and thrust hard into me. Yes….just like that! My fingers rub faster, needing the release. Your cock rubs me inside, that place that that turns me on most. God. I can feel my orgasm building.

God… your cock is so hard, your rhythm unrelenting. My hand claws at your thigh, trying to draw you in deeper. Your head moves down to my breast and you pull my nipple into your mouth. Sparks ignite in me. Yes. I feel your tongue dancing over it, sucking on it, flicking it. Your mouth moves to my other breast and lingers over my other nipple. I can’t take much more. Just watching you suck on me has me so incredibly aroused. I need you. Fuck me, please. Just like that. I can feel it burning in me. I look into your eyes, I know you can feel it too. My control is gone, my energy is raw and pure. Yes. My fingers circle my clit, around and around. You can feel my cunt start to pulse.

You groan, you know I’m going to come. Come on me, you moan, come all over my cock. I feel my juices flooding over you. Oh yes. My body convulses, my cunt clenches hard and I come on you, on your cock buried deep inside me. The heat shoots through me as I cry out from the intense pleasure. You groan again, feeling me pulsing around you. I press my hands against the headboard, holding on as I ride it out. You thrust harder, your cock pushing deep into my cunt. You want to come. I want you to come. Don’t stop. You groan again, your own climax drawing nearer. My wetness coats the length of your cock.

I can feel your cock swelling inside me. You pound your cock hard into me. You breath quickens again, your body tenses. You’re going to come. You’re going to shoot your hot sperm deep inside my cunt. I need it. I need you. Yes. Oh. That’s it. You growl and push your cock in hard and deep, releasing your cum inside me. Thrusting hard, you spurt again and again, filling me.

You lean down and kiss me hard. Our tongues entwined while we ride each other out. Breathless, we kiss until our spent bodies give out on us. Smiling, you slowly sit up between my thighs and pull your cock from my cunt. I can see our juices glistening on you. Your eyes wander down to my wet slit. You sexily comment on how much you love seeing your cum dribbling from me. Your fingers trail through it and you bring them up to my mouth, smearing it over my lips. Your lips find mine again and we kiss, deeply, hungrily, fulfilled.

continued from Pleasuring You…

I can sense you standing behind me. I release his cock from my mouth and turn my head back to look at you. You look absolutely beautiful today. I turn back to look at him and smirk at the confused look on his face. He didn’t know we were also lovers. You walk across the floor to me, dropping your clothes as you go. I kneel back on my heels and pull him upright. I take his wrists and lead him off the bed. He willingly follows, unsure of what to do. I place him in a chair facing the bed. I push him back into it and whisper, “Don’t move, stay right here.”  He looks at me questioningly and nods his head. “You know what will happen if you disobey me.” I gently say. He nods again. Good.

I turn my focus back to you. You’ve crawled up onto the bed now. Your clothes have left a trail all the way there. Your skin looks so radiant in this light. I walk toward the bed and you come to me and kneel on the edge. My hands reach out and cup your face. My lips brush against yours, feeling their softness. I feel your hands rest gently on my hips, such delicate hands. My lips press against yours harder, my tongue probing yours, wanting entrance to your soft wetness inside. You part your lips for me and our tongues slide over each other. You kiss me back passionately, the feeling rising through both of us. It arouses you more tasting him in my mouth. My hands move back through your hair, pulling you closer to me.

I feel your hands working their way up my back, unhooking my bra. I let it fall, exposing my breasts to you. I feel your fingertips brushing over my back. I love your touch. I let my hands drift down your naked back, sliding lower to cup your ass. I feel you moan softly into my mouth. I want you. I push you back gently on the bed. Reaching behind me, I unhook my garter belt and slowly slide the stockings down my legs, bending at the waist as I do. I sneak a glance back at him and see that he is fully erect again, masturbating. I smile to myself.  He’s not what matters now, only you do.

I stand back up and hook my fingers into the waistband of my panties. You look me in the eyes, willing me to remove them. I inch them down slowly, teasing you. I ease them over my thighs and let them fall to the floor. Stepping out of them, I kneel on the bed between your open thighs. I crawl up toward you, straddling one of your thighs as I do. I lower myself down on you, letting you feel the weight of my body on yours. Your skin is so hot, so sensual, so soft. My hands need to touch you. I let them slide over your body, feeling your curves. My hands move back up to your breasts, cupping them gently. You have such beautiful breasts. My mouth finds your neck. I let my tongue trail up its length and gently nibble your earlobe. I can feel you surrendering to me.

My fingers find your nipple. I gently roll it between my fingers. I can feel your hips move up against me. You’ll have that soon enough. Your hands have found their way to me, running over my body. You want me. You need me. I let my mouth wander back down your neck to your collarbone, licking over it. You always taste so good. I shift my body down and continue moving my mouth down your body. My mouth finds your nipple and I flick my tongue over it. I hear the air hiss out of you as you arch your back up to me. Knowing what you want, I take your nipple into my mouth, sucking on it, rolling it between my teeth. I hear you whimper as I suck harder. I feel you dig your nails into my back. Such pleasurable pain.

My other hand moves down across your belly and through your soft hair. Your hips rise again, but I hold them down. My hand slowly slides down your slit, feeling your heat, your wetness. You are so slick, my fingers easily slide inside you. I hear you moan. God. I love bringing you here, bringing you pleasure, longing, desire. My fingers push in deeper, stroking you. I let my mouth move over to your other breast and pull that nipple into my mouth. I feel you writhing under me, needing more. I know what you need. I let my body slide further down over you until you feel my warm breath on your cunt.

My tongue snakes over your clit, seducing it. I slowly move in circles over it, feeling you take it in. My fingers move up, hooking forward to find your spot. I feel you move into me, helping me give you pleasure. Your hands are moving through my hair, enjoying the sensations. My tongue moves over your clit faster, I know how you like it. My tongue moves over your hard little bud, pressing in just the right way. Your hips buck up. I feel you cunt clenching around my fingers. I push a third finger in, filling you. Your breath is more ragged, moaning rhythmically to my fingers. I feel you getting close. I can feel your cunt starting to pulse. I move my tongue over you faster. God. Your fingers are tightening in my hair, pressing my face down to you, willing me to make you cum. I let my tongue move with you, letting you control me. Letting you make yourself cum with me. I stroke my fingers harder, slowly pushing a fourth finger inside. That’s what you needed. Your cunt pulses hard as I feel your wetness flood my hand. You groan loudly as the pleasure washes over you. I know how it feels, the heat pushing through your body. My tongue laps at you, tasting your cum, your sweet cum. God you taste like heaven. I gently remove my fingers, stroking you softly, letting you come down. I move my body up along yours again, bringing my face to yours, kissing you softly.

Look at you lying there. You have no idea I’m watching you. Your eyes closed, fantasizing about something… or someone. I watch your hand moving up and down along your cock. You, giving yourself pleasure. Had I known you were going to be this bad, I would have brought my restraints.

I quietly slide my coat off and walk into the room. Your eyes fly open and look at me, hand frozen around your cock. My hand on my hip, I tease you with my smile. “Keep going,” I encourage and you let out a breath of relief. Your eyes meet mine as I slowly unbutton my blouse. You’ll get what you need, don’t worry. I let it drop to the floor. I turn around and let my fingers find the zipper to my skirt. I inch it down gradually until it reveals my black lace panties underneath. I tug my skirt down over my hips, letting it fall. I step out of it and turn back around to face you. You gasp as you realize my black stockings are attached to garters. I walk forward to the bed, grinning wickedly at you. I notice your hand has begun to move faster, trying to anticipate what I’m going to do. I take your ankles and push your legs apart as I kneel up on the end of the bed.

I crawl up the bed between your thighs, dragging my nails over your skin gently as I do. You moan softly at my touch. I lean down and lick up the length of your thigh, nipping it. Your thighs spread more for me. I move to your other thigh, alternating licking and biting it. Your hand tries to touch me, but I’m just out of reach. I look up and smile at you again as I crawl forward a bit more. I place my hand over yours and stroke your cock with you. My other hand moves up and gently cups your balls. I slow your hand down until we’re holding your cock just at its base. Looking in your eyes, I flick the tip of my tongue out and lick the head of your cock. You gasp. I can feel my cunt aching with desire the second your taste invades me. I let my tongue flick out again, this time moving around the head of your cock, licking you. I let my lips touch you as I run the tip of my tongue along the underside of your ridge. Your hips move up to me, willing me to take you deeper.

Not yet.

I let my tongue and lips drift down along the outside of your shaft, sucking around you, getting you wet, getting you harder. I move your hand away now, placing it on the bed beside you. It’s only my hand, my lips, my tongue on you now. My mouth drifts around you and back up toward the head of your cock. My lips hesitate over your swollen head for just a second, just long enough to meet your eyes.  Then I pull your full length into my mouth in one movement. I hear you groan as your hips thrust up into me. I stroke you in and out of my mouth. I know you love the feel of it, hot and wet. I know you love when I suck you.
 

I love it too. Your cock is so hard now, so erect. I tighten my lips just a bit to add a touch more pressure to you. Then I suddenly stop, pulling your cock almost all the way out of my mouth. You gasp again. I smile around you as I tease the head of your cock in and out of my mouth. I feel your hands weave their way into my hair. I know you want more. I let my tongue swirl around your head and I suck gently on it. Just when you think you can’t take it anymore, I push you all the way back into my mouth. Your fingers tighten in my hair, pushing my head down.

Fuck my mouth. Use me.

I let you guide my head faster, faster on your cock. God… you’re fucking me now, fucking my mouth like it was my cunt. I let my hand drift down to my panties. Tucking my fingers inside, I push them into my cunt. Fucking myself in the same rhythm your cock is fucking my mouth. My panties are soaked from my juices.

I let you take over my mouth, you’re in ecstasy now, fucking me blindly. I can feel your cock swelling, the cum wanting to pulse through you. You’re so close now. My other hand drifts back toward your ass, through the wetness left by my mouth. You whimper. I let my finger massage your asshole as you open your thighs wider for me. I know that when you feel my finger enter you, you’re going to explode in my mouth. I slowly push it in, as you groan loudly. Your cock swells more and I can feel the cum surging through you. I suddenly push my finger deep into your ass and the cum rushes out of you, spilling into my mouth, pulsing with each stroke. You cry out and thrust deep into my throat, your hands pushing my head down hard. Your hot spunk fills my mouth and shoots down my throat over and over. I drink you, loving your taste, your essence. I suck you, milking you with my mouth, licking up every last drop. I slow my mouth on you, letting you come down. Your hands loosen in my hair, you’re breathing hard, then you freeze, holding my head still, panicking.

You heard it, the sound of her heels on the wood floor. She’s not supposed to be home yet. I heard her long before this. I heard her car pull up. I heard her come into the the house. Her footsteps have made it to the door now. I know she’s looking in at us. And I know she’s smiling. I’ve been waiting for her.

to be continued …

Her hair drifted across my body. Thick black curly hair slowly slid down my body following her as she traced over my legs.  I could only see her hair until she dipped down.  Her head dropped lower and the curve of her back revealed her luscious ass accented by the thin fabric of her thong.  Her hands ran up the outside of my legs as she pushed her body back up.  A smile spread across her face as she looked up to me.

“Enjoying yourself?” she asked and I nodded.

Her grin increased.  She dipped her head back down and pressed her lips against my clit.  The fabric of my panties warmed as she breathed against them.  Flipping her hair, she eased up my body rubbing in time of the music playing behind us.  Her breasts brushed against mine as her hands ran up my sides.  Just as her face and lips got close she turned over in my lap.  Her ass ground down against me and she leaned her body back against me.  Her back arched, her body swayed back and forth.  Taking my hand in hers, she ran it over her breast, allowing me to caress her for just a moment before putting it back on the sofa.

Her body writhed over me, her back pressed against my breasts.  Her thick curls trickled down over me and I inhaled her scent.  It was a musky scent, pleasant and sexy.  I closed my eyes and breathed deeply again.  Her body shifted and she sat up and gazed at me over her shoulder.  I paused, unsure, before running my fingertips down her back. She smiled into it and moved on me again.  Her body undulated, her ass rubbing my lap, her hands reaching down between my thighs.

With a gentle, yet forceful motion, she pushed my thighs apart and turned over to face me again.  She crawled up my body, her hands propping her body up as she slid back up over me. The heat between her thighs warmed mine.  Her panties rubbed against mine, her whole body touching me, caressing me, sensuously moving against me.  Her face so close to mine.  Her lips touched mine ever so briefly before she let her body slide back.

She stood smiling between my thighs before she reached down to the floor and stepped into her dress.

“Did you enjoy it as well?” she asked as she turned toward him sitting on the sofa next to mine.

“Very much,” he said as he slid the twenties into her hand.

“Good,” she said softly, “I hope to have the pleasure again tonight.”

“I’m sure you will,” we both answered before walking back out into the smoky room to watch the next girl slink across the stage.

I am facing the headboard, knees on either side of Jefferson’s head as his tongue and lips pull and pet my pussy.

“He asked for this,” I think, as I grind my hips down and around, “earlier, when he asked me to sit on his face.”

I am holding the bedpost for balance as my body shakes and my back arches and my ass juts out and I come.  I know he tastes my juice, hot on his mouth, my pussy closing around his tongue.  His arms wrap around my thighs and his fingers pull my labia apart.

I can feel my clit exposed, wanting warmth and cover. His tongue swirls it gently.

My body moves slightly forward and back against him, my cheek against the wooden wall hanging.  I can smell the lacquer as my breath warms its surface.

My mind flashes to another smell, earlier in the evening.

I was on the floor between his legs.  He was stretched out on his back.  We had been talking about our new books and plans for the evening.  His cock was semi-hard and as I moved to take it into my mouth my nose caught his scent.

I inhaled, drunk on the smell.  I didn’t put my mouth on his dick.  I buried my face in his hair instead and traced his scent across every inch of his groin.

Sweet. Salty. Musky.

I nuzzled.

My hair fell onto his thighs and slid over his cock, which was growing harder by the second.

He grabbed my head and pushed it down onto his shaft.

I am pushing myself down onto his face, his eyes closed as my body shudders through another wave.

I know this feeling in the pit of my stomach.

My pussy is poised for greatness.

I lift up from his mouth, still panting, and kiss him as I dismount.

I am going for a condom; he has other plans.

The fingers slide up to my g-spot, the other thumb to my clit.  He is still on his back, I am beside him on my knees, legs spread, bracing myself with a hand on his leg.

He starts slowly, moving his fingers and wrist with steady pressure and gradually builds to a fucking rhythm I can get behind.  I envision my pelvis totally relaxed.

My hips circle and I feel it: the cold tingle spreading from my clit throughout my body.  I let myself be open.  There is a low hum in my throat.

I don’t want to stop this.

It’s coming, and I can’t speak, can’t warn him that this is big- bigger than anything he’s felt.

My hips press forward and up as his three fingers massage my insides.

The hum becomes louder and he’s thrusting from his elbow and I’m ecstatic with the pulsing warmth and wetness.

I’m raining cum down his arm.

“Oh, Jesus…” he murmers.

I manage to ride through the first torrent only to cry out as the next wave crashes.

Again I’m flooded.  He’s flooded.  The sheets are flooded with my juice.

I open my eyes.

He is looking at me in awe.

I swallow and manage a smile.

He slowly withdraws his hand from my cunt.

The sheets beneath me are soaking wet.

I jump off the bed and start to tear them off.

I can’t believe I’m doing this after what just happened.

But I don’t have one of those plastic mattress covers.

We strip the bed.  Or rather, I strip the bed and toss the sheets and mattress pad onto the hallway floor.  Jefferson is strangely quiet.

I look at him and, using the sheet in my hands, dry myself from his forearm.  I am exhilarated.

And the mattress topper is dry.

He kisses me, “I really need to fuck you.”

I sit on the edge of the bed as he readies himself next to it.

My pussy is juiced and hot and swollen so tight we both gasp when he pushes into me.

We are staring at each other as he holds my hips and fucks me slowly.  My head is tilted to one side, watching him and smiling.  He kisses my ankle, resting on his shoulder.

I am rocked by his movements, his speed increasing now.

“mmmmnnnn, ahmunna cum…”

He pulls out and shoots on my belly.

You say you want me.

But it’s not me you want.

You say you need me.

But it’s not me you need.

I am no one.  And anyone.  It’s why you come here, isn’t it.  It’s so you can have me be anyone you want me to be.  You don’t need to see me or know what color my hair is.  You don’t need to look into my eyes and see yourself reflecting there.  It’s not what I’m here for.  I’m here so I can become her.  She’s  the one in your fantasies, the one I become as you read the words.  I’m her, your wife, lover, girlfriend, mistress, sexual fantasy, the girl next door, the one you noticed walking by, the one you admire from afar.

It’s her voice you hear when I tell you to fuck me.  Hers which makes your body tremble.  When my hand slides over your body it’s her you feel.  Her scent fills your nostrils and her taste lingers with you long after we’re done.  She’s the one you want and desire.  That’s who I am.

I want you to think about her now.  Close your eyes and think about her, all of her.  Think about her soft skin, her beautiful smile, the curve of her hip, the swell of her breasts.  Think about how much you desire her, how much you want to touch and feel her.

Keep her there in your mind as you feel her run her hands over your body.  Her hands are soft over your skin.  They lightly caress you as they trace over you.  Her breath is hot against your neck as she presses up against your back.  You can feel her hard nipples brushing against you and you feel yourself sigh.  Relax into her as her hands reach around and slide up your chest, her fingernails lightly scratching you sensually.  Her lips kiss across your shoulders, wanting you, needing you.   Her body rubs against you, swaying to an unheard song.  Her warm skin envelopes you.   Her hair gently tickles as she rubs her body against you.  Her legs connect with yours, molding herself to you as her hands explore.

They touch your neck and her fingers slide up through your hair.  Her hands run down over your shoulders, down your arms and briefly intertwine her fingers in yours.  They slide down your back, cupping your ass and slip back up across your ribs to your chest.  Her fingers touch you everywhere.  Her hands drift back down over your stomach, down over your hips and caress your thighs.  They run back over your ass, pausing before moving down to tease your inner thighs causing you to part them for her.  You can feel her smile against your back.  She knows how much you enjoy being touched like this.

Your head falls back a little as her hands continue to arouse you.  Your sensitivity increases as her touch intensifies.  Her hands feels like they are everywhere; touching, teasing, caressing.  As they slide over you, the drift down again, down over your stomach once more, slowing down between your thighs.  You ache for her to touch you.  And she does.  The heat of your body meets the cool touch of her hands and you moan.  She slides her hands over you, touching lightly at first, feeling you, before deliberately moving over you.  She knows what you like.  Her fingers move over purposefully.  She wants to bring you pleasure.  She wants you to cum for her.  Her hands stroke and fondle you.  Moving over you, teasing you, heightening your pleasure.

Her teeth gently nip your back as her tongue tastes your skin.  Her breasts are pressed hard against you as you feel your body surrendering to her soft grazes.  Her breath quickens as she feels your body reacting to her.  She’s slick with the excitement of pleasuring you.  It’s what she wants.  It’s what arouses her, the noises you make, the reaction of your body to her touch, the pleasure she knows she’s giving you.  You can feel her heat from between her thighs.  You feel her slide her fingers through her wetness, getting her fingers slick so she can spread her juices over you.  She wants you to know just how much she wants you.

Her wet fingers tease you more, aching to have you show her how good this feels.  Aching to know how much she arouses you.  Her touches increase, stroking, touching and caressing you, wanting to feel every part of you. Speeding up when you want her to, slowing down to keep control.  Her breath is so hot against your back and you know she needs to feel your cum over her fingers.  She doesn’t want you to hold it back from her.  She wants to feel your release.  She wants to share in it.

Her hands take control, not stopping.  Moving over you just how you need.  The rhythm increases, touching, caressing, bringing you to the point of no holding back and then she asks you.  She asks you to cum for her.  She needs to feel it.  She needs to know she was the one you did this for.  She needs to know she’s the one you desire.  She needs to feel how much she aroused you.  She needs you to cum for her.

And so I ask you as my hands leave your satisfied body, a soft smile on my lips as I whisper in your ear, “Who is she?”

They kiss on the large bed in the center of the room as his hands wander over her familiar curves and secret places.  Watching them move, looking at their mannerisms, you could tell they had been married for quite some time.  They were synced, and I was spellbound as I watched each pleasure the other in the dimly lit room.  I sat in the shadows, still, a voyeur, ready for everything to be burned into my brain.  She removed his clothing quickly, stealthily, his thick cock bobbing as she took him into her mouth.

Bliss spread over his face as she travelled up and down his length slowly over and over again.  He moaned as he withdrew his cock from her mouth and simultaneously pushed her back on the bed, plunging his tongue into her, eagerly sucking at her clitoris and sodden cunt.  She writhed with pleasure under him as he licked her into a frenzy, his tongue buried inside her, thrusting into her, fucking her into a quivering mess while his thumb brushed at her clitoris.  It wasn’t long before she was coming hard, her legs wrapped around his face with her head thrown back in ecstasy.

It was no surprise that watching another couple fuck had lit the fire to my own arousal.  My pussy ached for attention; it was full and wet, waiting to be used.  My nipples were as hard as bullets, and the hair on the back of my neck stood on end as I watched them both look my way.  Their eyes sparkled with mischief as their outstretched arms beckoned me closer.  I hesitated only a moment before standing and walking to them, both still naked and tangled on the bed.  My heart felt like it was going to burst out of my chest.

“We think you should join us.”  With no invitation, she went about unbuttoning my shirt as his hand slid up my skirt to caress my naked thighs and ass.

“That may not be such a good idea,” I protested softly as she continued to work at my front while kissing my neck.  My words soon stopped as her lips felt gloriously soft grazing over my skin.  He had managed to deftly slip off my thong, and was working at taking off my heels.  I felt dizzy with lust as my senses careened into overdrive.  I sat down on the bed as he picked up my legs, swinging them onto the comforter.  She removed my shirt completely and gently eased me back against the plush of the pillows.  

In an instant both of their mouths were on me while their hands caressed over every inch of my skin.  I moaned loudly, my back arching as he slipped my skirt off completely.  Her hands unhooked my bra and it joined my skirt on the floor.  Before I had a chance to think, I was naked on the bed with them.  Brimming with bewilderment, I considered the fact that I was about to fuck a married couple.

He buried his head between my legs, and licking my clitoris, slid two fingers into me, coaxing a louder moan than my first.  She circled my nipples with her mouth, her tongue flickering over each sensitive peak.  I kissed her passionately as her husband continued to lick and suckle at my cunt.  I also longed to taste her delectable pussy.  I whispered in her ear, and within seconds she had mounted me and was wriggling and moaning, sitting on my face as I buried my tongue deeply inside her silken folds.  I found her clitoris as she found mine, an overload of electric sensation pulsing through my pussy and rolling into every part of me. 

Together, they fed off me as I continued to pleasure her with my mouth, my tongue slipping into her tight, soft cunt and then dragging over her clitoris repetitiously.  Their mutual pleasuring finally became too much, and writhing under her, my climax quickly washed over me.  That was enough to send her spiraling into her second climax, her delicious pussy mashing fully against my mouth. Finally, she sunk into the mattress beside me, a smile of satisfaction glowing on her face.  I rolled over to face her, my head in my hand, elbow resting beside her.

“That was rather wicked of you, just taking what you wanted like that,” I stated and smiled.

“I know.”  Her directness was punctuated by the gleam in her eyes.  I heard her husband grunt and laugh behind me.

“She can be like that.”  His voice was smooth and low, his accent unmistakable.  It sounded exactly as it had on the phone.

“Yes, I can be like that.  For instance, I think I’ve been rather greedy having two orgasms.  And I think now it’s time for me to watch my husband fuck you.”  As soon as the words leave her mouth, I feel his large hands on my ass, his cock nuzzling between each cheek.  In one fluid stroke, he pushes his thickness into me, forcing a gasp from my lips.  I open my eyes to see the familiar look of desire painted all over her face once again.  She watches my every move as he fucks me from behind, back and forth, back and forth, her smile broadening with each one of his slow and deliberate strokes. 

His hands grip onto my hips while her hands are on my breasts, rubbing and pinching at my nipples.  She kisses me on my neck and mouth, our tongues meeting, lips nibbling the other as we press our bodies together, breast to breast.  I’m so turned on I can feel the ache in my throat, and every part of me feels like it’s on fire.  I moan into her mouth as I rub my mound against hers.  She’s soaking wet.

“I think it’s time for me to watch.”  I raise her leg slightly, exposing her beautiful pouting lips, and her husband takes the visual cue.  He withdraws from me, and slides his cock into her pussy while I’m half laying on top of her, kissing her bountiful breasts.  Her facial expression immediately changes when she’s full of cock, she’s someplace else as her eyes flutter shut.  I kiss her face and neck while he takes her, her sighs filling my ears to the beat of their rhythmic motion.  He fucks her with long strokes as he grabs at my ass and kneads my flesh.  He withdraws once again and slips back into me, and with a long grunt he continues to pound into my eager pussy, his cock slippery from her.  With a dozen strokes or so, he enters her, then me, her, then me, until the sensation is too much for any of us to bear, the three of us grabbing at flesh, moaning and panting in heated unison.

“I want you to come, I want you to come all over his cock and then it’s my turn.”  Her voice is raspy and barely above a hiss when my orgasm breaks through me in waves, and I come screaming in between them.  He withdraws from me and enters her with urgency as my climax subsides, her arms wrapping around me as she shudders into her own burst of pleasure.  He grunts as he comes and withdraws from her, exploding over both of us in streams, his seed spilling hot onto my back.  After a few second she slumps down on the bed beside us, the three of us completely spent and in a heaping mass.  Minutes pass in recovery before the silence is broken.

“I always knew three was my favorite number.”  She winks at me and giggles, and I can’t help but laugh along with her sassiness.

Not fun. I mean. Sorta not fun. Or really fun. Depends.

While fucking today, X decided he would toy with me. Nothing new there. It’s X, that’s what he does. I was unbelievably horny today, like the kind of horny where your skin crawls and you just physically need a hard cock inside of you. (Maybe that’s just a me thing…..) I’m ashamed to admit it, but I was basically begging him to fuck me all day. He’s been in a meh sort of mood and just generally not interested in sex. Which is cool with me. Except for days like today. When it’s not just me being horny. It’s something I need, and if I don’t get I feel like I will go crazy. Pathetic. I know. But, oh well.

We went back to his apartment to hang out for a while. He turns on the TV and I go use the bathroom. I’m not expecting sex. I’ll beg but I’ll never pressure him into it. I just make it VERY known that I want him. I exit the bathroom and crawl under the covers with him, assuming it was time for a nap.

It wasn’t. He had stripped down to his boxers and once I was under the covers with him, he pushed his semi-hard cock into my hand and told me if I wanted him, I’d have to prove it to him.

No questions asked, I went down on him. If you read my blog I think you’ve got an inkling about how much I love the feel of his cock in my mouth…… but again, that’s a post for another day. After much teasing and licking and sucking he tells me I’ve still not proven I want him because I’d go down on any guy with a nice dick because I’m a cockslut. Honestly, at this point I’m turned on but feeling bratty. So I roll on my back and say meh. I’m done working.

And like a charm he rolls over and is on top of me in seconds. A few more and my legs are pressed to my chin and he’s inside me. I don’t know what it is, but once I learned to let go during sex? It takes me like 3 or 4 minutes to orgasm if he has me in the right position. Legs up? Yeah. That works. Really well.

So I’m getting closer and closer to cumming and just as I’m about to reach the peak of no return: HE STOPS. And grins. I pout. And he keeps fucking me. Closer. Closer. Closer. STOP. GAH. Closer. Closer. STOP. OMG. He just keeps laughing and he has this shit-eating grin on his face  as he tells me he needs a reason to let me orgasm. I just glare. And he fucks me again. But then stops.

I’m getting annoyed. I tell him because I want to cum. He fucks me then stops. Not good enough.

I tell him because he knows he loves to make me cum. He fucks me then stops. Nope.

I tell him because I’ll make him cum. He fucks me hard… then stops. Try again.

I tell him I’m going to kill him if he doesn’t. There’s a whine to my voice now. He fucks me then stops. Still not good enough.

I’m getting desperate at this point. I’m begging. I’m pleading. I just want release and he won’t give it to me. He takes pleasure out of my pain. Because that’s what it’s become. My nerves are so on edge that each thrust is a terrible, wonderful mixture of pain and pleasure. I’m full out begging now, pathetic. I’m telling him I’ll do anything, just please don’t stop. Please. He keeps stopping. Over and over again he lets me get close, then stops. I’ve begun to lose coherence. Words are spilling from my lips and I’m not really sure what I’m saying. It’s like a hostage pleading with her captor. I’ll say anything to have him let me go.

And finally, he does. With a feral glint in his eyes he fucks me hard. He doesn’t stop or slow when the first, powerful orgasm rips through my body. I can barely breath. It feels beyond amazing. But he doesn’t stop. He keeps going, growling when I move my legs, not realizing that it was involuntary on my part. When I raise my wrists to his thighs, he grabs them harshly and pins them to the bed.

I honestly don’t know how many times I came before he flipped me over. But I was flushed and sweating, but he wasn’t close to being done with me. Grabbing my hips and forcing my face into the mattress, he fucked me hard. No orgasm denial here because he was working towards his own.

When he finally got close, he pulled out and shot spurt after spurt of hot cum on my back.

And again, I just collapsed against the bed until he came back from the bathroom to clean me up.

My verdict on orgasm denial? Can I say I love it but if X ever does it again it might be bad? Not kidding when I say I almost went INSANE when he wouldn’t let me cum …