In the mood...

for a fast and furious fuck.

i want to be pushed into a wall. his palm open, pressing against my back while he undoes his belt buckle and pushes his pants down around his knees. i want to feel his stiff, think fingers roughly searching my pussy to feel how wet i am. knowing that i'm almost dripping wet, i reach behind me and grab his dick. i raise my leg allowing him entrance. i feel him push inside of me fully, not waiting for me to adjust to his breadth and length. without warning, he begins to thrust inside of me, hard and quick. i shout at him to fuck me, precariously jutting my ass out, keeping my leg up, and thrusting back against his hard dick. in a matter of seconds, i come hard. i'm yelling, panting, telling him not to stop. i feel him snake his hand up the front of my body to grip my breast. squeezing and cruelly pinching first one nipple then the other, i come again. the pleasure is so intense it brings tears to my eyes. i come again as his belt buckle jingles around his ankles--his jeans and shoes wet from my orgasm.

i look over my shoulder to observe his still erect dick, kiss him with firm lips, arrange my skirt, and walk away.

You ain't ready....

You wanted to fuck me. I could see it in your eyes, the way you ate my pussy. You wouldn't let go of my eyes. With my pleasure in your mouth, you begged for your own. So, I conceded. I could have come at least twice more with you dipping your tongue in and out of my steaming honeypot. So I let you enter me. I wanted you to see what you did to me, how much more I had left to give. You let me lick my gift to you from your lips. I was so aroused. Taking advantage of my inattention, you grasped my ass and lifting my hip you chose to enter me. I was well aware of the time, but I wanted to give you a little something to keep me on your mind as your trudged through a day at the office. Something to remember me by as you remembered the chair just outside your cube.

I let you slide inside of me because I wanted you there. I love the feeling of your dick inside me. It's what I live for, it brings me to life. I began to move my hips to your rhythm. I wanted you to remember that you aren't the only that has skills. I felt you lengthen as dug my fingers into the cheeks of your ass. I wanted it faster and harder, I mean, afterall, you did have to go to work.

I flipped you onto your back, because the time was on my mind. I turned my back to you as you lie on your back and began to ride you slowly because I knew you were in a time crunch to get your hustle on. I looked over my shoulder as I began to ride you roughly because I knew it was past the time for you to be in shower, dressed, and ready to go.

I stopped. I heard you moan. Looking over my shoulder, I waited for you to open your eyes. Giving you the same smirk you gave only minutes ago, I cupped you in my hand and led you to the bathroom. I didn't want you to leave me just yet. You were so deep, so snug. Little did you know, I was so close. It was you who pressed me up against the wall near the bathroom mirror. I was you that began to grind in my pussy and against my ass. It was you who didn't seem to remember that you had to be at work. I wanted to see your face as you talked shit to me. I wanted to see if you had the desire and stamina to give as good as you got. I wanted to know if you could back it up. I stuck my hand out to the sink to steady myself at first. Then, slowly, with my ass in your crotch, I stood in front of the mirror. I wanted to see, first hand, just what you thought you could do. I obviously wasn't ready. As you slammed into my hot dripping pussy, I met your eyes in the mirror. In that instant, it didn't matter that intensity of the grip from your hands was bruising my hips. It didn't matter that my elbows kept popping with each powerful thrust. It didn't matter that the balls of my bare feet hurt from scraping the floor tiling. It didn't matter that you had to be at work.

I felt the vein at the base of your dick grow. Paying particular attention to detail, I saw your pupils dialate. I was conscious of your thumb rubbing my left ass cheek raw. You eyelids became heavy--I wondered if your were trying to hide your pleasure and determination. I felt your legs begin to tremble, your breath coming ragged gasps. I pleaded with you to come. I knew you wanted to, I could feel you giving in.

It was my pleasure to kneel before you and take you in my mouth. I felt you spasm in my throat as you came, filling my mouth, giving me my own morning delicacy. With your orgasm came my own. As I reached behind you to turn on the shower, I bid you a good day, grabbing a towel to mop up my free-flowing nectar.

....or so I thought.

caught off guard, but not for long...

soumynona wrote...

Déjà vu is often described as a pre-experienced illusion of a phenomenon occurring within your realm of understanding for the first time – but I was almost confident that I woke up with such an intense desire to submerse my face between the softest of petal shaped pussy lips that I drooled as the thought continued to thicken my already dense male member. I was almost sure that (today) as I tried to resist this urge, because I would be late for work, by hopping out of bed before my partner awakened, I hastily returned to her side of the bed and immediately tasted the warmth of her energy without lifting a finger. I thought, I calmly yet so intently brooded over this sexy ass silhouette until her eyes could not resist opening because they expected I would be right there. From that point on, I thought, I immediately pulled down her sexy sleepwear and nestled my face right between her soft thighs. I moaned in excitement as her clit stood at attention and waited for me – jumped up and hugged her best friend – flowers saluting the sun. I thought I greeted her with a soft kiss and visited her neighbors. Her smooth pelvis that takes my hand and runs me over to the house of honey, I greeted with a warm kiss. High on her right thigh I kissed deeply and sucked with every intention to move slightly left but I smoothly ignored her clit, firmly lifted her legs onto my broad shoulders and softly kissed her perineum on my way to her upper left thigh. I thought I heard her moan each time I made the trip around this region, each time paying more attention then the last to my tongue’s best friend. I could have sworn that I had light scratches on my shoulders and neck as she attempted to coerce me to kiss her face so that she too could taste my morning treat. I obviously declined and vigilantly proceeded to softly lick and kiss and rapidly kiss and lick andddd…..wait and rapidly lick softly lightly and slowly kiss intensely then lightly….and wait and look and lightly and look and smile…
I thought I felt her muscles clinch several times as my two thick fingers filled her tight wet pussy as I licked … and waited…… and sucked and……. I feel you want to…to…but I can’t let you. You are getting wetter by the second and I just take a second to bury my tongue in your hot ass pussy. And I thought I heard you say “Do you want to stick something else in there” but I ignore you so that I can complete my joy. I’m like I’m already late so fuck it!! I prolong the process, I thought I felt your scratches in my shoulder get deeper and I’m like hmmmmmmmm all on your clit. You can’t wait any longer so I bob up and down on your clit sucking soft and letting go, sucking soft and letting go, sucking soft and letting go. I speed up the pace to your liking and you warn me about the rain!! I thought I used your juice to lube up my cock just enough to bury it in your pussy for a second because I really have to go and I can’t erupt as fast as you can. But I appease your 3rd orgasm with incessant pounding that leads from the bedroom to the bathroom as you bend over the sink and look at my eyes through the mirror - closely watching me as I purposefully pummel your pussy with powerfully pleasing pulsations until, Damn!! I have to go to work babe! Plus I’m already late for work…I’ll see you tonight => Then midway through the day, I check out my messages, IM some friends, check in to your blog and realize that perhaps I wasn’t late for work...

Good Head

I don't think there's anything sexier than making eye contact with a man who's head is nestled between your legs...especially if he knows what he's doing. Even sexier is a man who's head is nestled between my thighs and is taking his time. I mean really going out of his way to get the job done. Imagine his name is Marcus and he wants the damn gold star.

A man with great oral skills is hard to come by, however (not entirely literally, of course). There's a lot involved. Eating my honeypot requires a sincere, dedicated effort. It's more than licking my clitoris. It's timing, licking, sucking, waiting, depth of interest, longevity of the "visit."

It begins with tentative licks with a pointed tongue to separate the lips of my pussy. Then he takes a moment to look at it. He knows that I'm watching him, waiting for him to put his skills on the table. But he's unhurried, not rushing my bliss. While looking at my pussy, he may lick his lips. He refuses to look at me. He's serious about his task, contemplating the best mode of attack. He doesn't zero in for the kill, instead soft lips meet my clit. A gentle tongue laps at her, asks her if she wants such attention. You better believe she does! One lick down the center of my pussy. Two licks...then with just a slight point in his tongue, he lifts the hood of my clitoris back to reveal my pink bud. With tender fingers he holds the hood back to continue with his task. He wears a smirk as he slowly brings his head back to my honeybutton, he makes eye contact--he's enjoying this method of torture. His tongue is hard and flat as he licks at me, he brings his thumb to my center to check my level of arousal. Usually, he mutters Damn. or some other expletive that tells of his surprise at the nectar that is flowing freely. He uses his tongue to trace the origins of my pleasure, my wetness nearly dripping from his tongue. I begin to squirm. His timing is perfect as he languidly pulls his face away, watching my pussy as he inserts his index and middle finger inside of me. This is usually when I lay back on the pillow with my eyes closed. He begins to stimulate my g-spot with sure fingers curling toward the front of my pelvis. I am only feeling at this point. My eyes are closed. They roll back in my head as I feel first his breath, then the tip of his tongue teasing my clit. Usually my thighs shake and I get to moaning. His fingers are still in my pussy, picking up the pace just slightly. I moan again as he withdraws his tongue from my clit. I pick my head up from the pillow to look to see why his tongue isn't connecting with my clit. I can hear his fingers moving, moving in my pussy. I am pretty turned on at the sound. With his eyes trained on mine, he moves his mouth to the swolled head of my clitoris. Without taking his eyes from mine, he begins to suck. Gently at first. I'm moaning much louder by now. This is usually where I bring my hands to my nipples and begin to pull. As the suction increases, so does the tug at my nipples. I can barely stand it as his fingers continue to pump my pussy, back and forth over my g-spot. And, all the while, his eyes haven't left mine. I feel it. I know it's coming. I feel the fluid pressing behind my g-spot. With a mind of their own, my hips begin to undulate from the bed. I'm trying to get away from his mouth. He stays with me. I throw my hands from my tits to the bed grabbing fistfuls of the sheet trying to escape his relentless mouth. He moves his fingers from my twitching honeypot. He places one hand on each hip. His mouth is glued to my clit, his eyes watching me try to escape the intense pleasure that he knows he's giving me. I can see the sparkle in his eye. It's pride. He knows exactly what he's doing to me. I begin to pant. The pressure is mounting and becoming too much to bear. I'm watching him watch me. He beckons my orgasm with his eyes. I'm coming. He senses that I'm holding back. He doesn't change the pressure of the suction on my clit. Instead, he holds my hips tighter and pulls them even closer to his mouth. I can't go anywhere. I know I'm coming. My thighs become warm. I close my eyes. I put my hand on his forehead to push him away. He stays. I look at him one last time as he somehow shuns my hand without breaking contact with my clit. My heels begin to dig into the bed. I begin to whimper, nearly hyperventilating. My back arches. I throw my head back. My eyes snap closed. I come all over his chin. I know he's been watching me the whole time.

As I come to, I look at him. I'm disturbed by the power of my orgasm. I feel the wet spot beneath my buttocks. With a huge smile and my orgasm dripping from his chin, he asks me

Did you get it?

Cocky bastard.

Suomynona

Who are you??!?!?! I must admit that I am rather turned on by your comments on my blog. I think what did it for me was

One of my top sexual experiences occurred when a woman squirted on me as I was poundin that shit from behind.

It's the "poundin that shit from behind" that got me. Not only is it a lovely visual, but I LOVE to get my shit pounded from behind. What a coinkie-dink...

You must reveal yourself. I am horribly impatient and infinitely intrigued... Notice your place on the "Get It List." I anxiously await your exposure...

Sorry Generalist...

The Naughty List (Tame)

1) I've had sex in a public restroom and broke the handicapped railing.
2) I give myself brazillian waxes.
3) I masturbate about 4 times per week.
4) I must have an electric device to orgasm while masturbating.
5) I can orgasm from being kissed or stroked on my bare back.
6) I've had people in my apartment complex complain due to my moaning during sex.
7) I don't like (almost despise) the missionary position.
8) I like to get it from behind! Enthusiastically....a lot.
9) I've worked as a phone sex operator.
10) I like to give head after a man has worked out...the smell turns me on.
11) I like to give head after a man has penetrated me.
12) I love the way I taste on my partner's tongue
13) I gave a co-worker head in his boss's office.
14) I have my clit pierced.
15) I love having my ass slapped during sex.
16) I don't consider it sex if I don't orgasm.
17) I have used a mirror to watch myself masturbate.
18) I love to give head.
19) I love the feeling of a dick in my throat.
20) I've had 100 orgasms+ in a 3 hour period (honestly).
21) I've been interrupted during sex by my partner's parents.
22) I've had sex on a co-worker's desk...I left the cum on the desk calendar.
23) I eat pineapple or drink the juice often to make my honeypot taste like honey.
24) I enjoy giving head while my partner drives.
25) I can climax by performing oral sex.

REPOST: The Get It List

1. Samuel L. Jackson
2. Sean Connery
3. TI
4. Trey Songz
5. Common
6. Morris Chestnut

HOLD THE PRESS! Prince has a new video out and Salma Hayek is the director. Lord knows I have seen it all! That's what I get for watching BET After Dark. And I get it now, this shit has to be played after hours to actually get any kind of respect. People are fucking not worried about who's singing or who directed the video. Damn, how boring is my life... Won't be for long (wink). It's always good for a girl to have options. Looks like option #2 is closer than I could have possibly expected (not Sean Connery option #2). Looks like the end of an era children and the beginning of a new one...

7. Sound engineer that I just met...what a possibility...
8. The Reflexologist...that's post for a later day.
9. Suomynona/Anonymous
10. The Generalist

To be amended later...

Hijinx and Mayhem

I have a list of top sexual experiences. It would be a shame not to share them. And, yes, they are ranked...

1. I had a man lick the arch of my foot between licking my pussy and...licking my pussy. Now, for those of you that don't have a foot fetish, don't get turned off. This man wasn't into feet but rather reflexology. The arch of the foot is directly related to a woman's reproductive system. So, he didn't suck or bite the arch. He simply paid it a little attention. Then, he set off on his merry way to eat the hell out of my pussy. Each, alone would have been okay. Well, not really. The oral sex yes, but if he had just licked my arch he would have had to get out of de bed. But the combination of the two was extremely sexy. He wasn't even really my type...he was only 5'11" and pretty fair complected. Not my cup of tea. He also had teeny-weeny muscles...no smacking it up, no flipping it, and just a little rubbing down. Oh no!

2. RIMMING (performed on me not by me--by the reflexologist). For those not quite sure of what I'm talking about...Rimming is oral sex -- licking, tonguing, sucking, kissing someone's anus. FYI: the partner with the active tongue is at risk for contracting intestinal parasites that can cause serious health problems. Nuff said! Hope he didn't suffer from any of the intestinal parasites. And if he did it doesn't stop me from laughing about it right now. Oh, and FYI, I am never putting my mouth on someone else's ass...but I am not going to stop you if that is your proclivity...

3. The funniest of all time--not particularly sexy, but it is funny as hell in retrospect, which is why I have to include it. My first one-night stand of the millenium (Summer 2005)...So as I have made abundantly clear, I am a squirter, big-time heavy gusher. So we were fucking and I came on his nice rose-colored antique settee that his grandmother gave him. He was pissed. So we moved from fucking on the settee to fucking beside the settee and I came again--on the front of the settee. This time he started to curse. In my orgasmic haze, I asked him what was wrong. He was mad and told me that I needed to stop pissing everywhere. This brings a tear to my eye even now. He kept his dick inside me and moved me to the other side of the room, where I came again. His response,

"Damn. I've seen squirters in flicks before but I've never had one up close. I didn't know it was so messy."

IT'S FUCKING FLUID (I mean both "fucking fluid" as entity and FUCKING (adj.) fluid), JACKASS!!! Needless to say, he never called again. ROTFLMBFBAO!!!

4. When I was in high school, I invited a young man over for good times after school. Now, this was before I began to actually fuck. So I offered him some blue Kool-Aid that I made especially for the occasion. We were downstairs kissing and fondling and whatnot (which wasn't much more than dry humping. I was a total prude and didn't even allow boys to put their hands down my pants...my how things have changed. Anyway...). This went on for about forty-five minutes to an hour. Suddenly, he heard a noise upstairs. Here's our conversation:

Him: [Breaking kiss and removing hands from my breasts] What was that?!?
Me: [Nonchalantly] Oh, that was my dad (my father was moving away from the kitchen table).

It took him less than a minute to get dressed and leave my house. Anyone who knows my dad would know that he wouldn't care less who I brought in the house or whether I had a baby at fifteen or fifty--he's especially lenient. But that was just hil-the fucking-larious. As he was going out the front door, he asked me why I didn't tell him my father was upstairs. My reply, and I kid you not, "You didn't ask."

4. A friend of mine from middle, high school, and college (in a very weird way) came over to my apartment for a massage. While I was getting the lotion I told him to take his clothes off except for his boxer. This so-and-so had the audacity to come over to my house with hole in his draw'rs. So I told him he had a hole in his boxer at his ass crack. He stuck his finger in the hole and proceeded to rip them off of his body. He was obviously aroused (I give the best massages). He wrapped the boxers he'd torn from his body around his dick and began to prance around in front of the TV with his dick bobbing up and down. What the fuck?!?!?!!??
He seems to think I massaged a hole in his boxers and wants me to buy him a new pair. Oh no, commando, not my problem. His mother obviously never told him that when you go to someone's house of the opposite sex you wear clean underwear (or none at all), just in case you may get some or come close to getting some. Well, my mother never told me that either, but I know better.

More to come...

The Casual Chronicles, Part III: His perspective

As she lie sprawled across the bed and he couldn't resist her. Her bronze body was tangled among a stark white sheet. Placing one knee on the bed between her legs, he brushed her lips with his own. She seemed to awaken but her eyes remained closed. She moaned into his mouth as she eagerly sought his tongue. He outlined her lips with his tongue hoping to rouse her from her deep slumber. She began to gyrate her hips into the bed against his thigh. With her hands in fists at her side, she broke his kiss. He felt her, moist, on his thigh. He gave her his finger to suck as he placed these words softly in her ear,

Do you like that baby?

He knew she would be the death of him, carry him to hell. But he was lost in the moment, unable to care.

Taking his finger from her mouth, he drew it over her puckered nipple. He lie next to her on the bed, absorbing her warmth. His other hand found her breast and he rolled her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Her hips undulated to an unknown rhythm. He felt as though he was taking advantage of her. She lie prone on the bed seemingly awaiting his touch but unaware of his aching need to possess her. Unable to resist, he slid past his hand down her stomach beneath the sheet. Fuck, you're wet. She bucked her hips and began to rotate her clitoris against the heel of his hand.

Ummm. Her moan reasonated deep within her throat and bounced off the room's walls; and yet she was oblivious to her obvious pleasure. He slid his fingers between her slit. He followed the stream of her arousal to where it dripped to the bed. Slowly his fingers found her clitoris. Using her own honey, he pulled back the hood of her clitoris and used his thumb to stroke her pleasure button. When she began to writhe against the bedsheet, with a deliberate amount of pressure he rolled her clit between his thumb and index finger. Kissing her passionately, her body began to tremble. Her thrashing exposed more of her body to him. With the sheet tangled between her legs, she came--the proof of her orgasm soaked the bedsheets and the mattress below her. Carefully, he removed the sheet from her still-sleeping body. He couldn't help but appreciate her body as she lie still on the bed in her own pleasure.

The sound of the jackhammer from the street below vibrated throughout the small room. Again, she broke his kiss to expose her slender neck, her mouth rounded. He pressed his face into the pillow just above her shoulder willing himself to withstand his own arousal. He was clueless as to what part of her dream prompted her to lift her head from her pillow and stare in the direction of her honeypot through closed eyes. He closed his mouth around her breast tonguing her nipple as his hand continued to finger her pussy. Her head collapsed back onto the pillow as her horse cry cacaphonously blended with the loud off-key pulsing percussion of the jackhammer below.

His lips desperately found hers as he swirled his tongue in and out of her mouth. His hands moved across her heated body. He positioned her body so that she was most ready for the most intimate of kisses. Without rousing, she murmurred

I've...I've...never...umm.

Increduously, he asked, What never had your pussy licked? She pressed her thighs together as his hands and fingernails trailed lightly over her the tops of her thighs. Placing his hands on the inside of her knees, he placed a light kiss on her mons.

Open for me, baby.

Magically, her legs opened wide to receive his mouth. The hard point of his tongue started at her clitoris and, opening her feminine folds to his oral ministrations, he slid his tongue to her asshole. Slowly, he made his way back to her clitoris. As he pulled away from her to admire her lovely honeypot, she dug her nails into his shoulders. Looking up at her over her bare mound, he found her still sound asleep. Slightly amused and with a chuckle, he admonished her. You're going to have to tell me, baby. He didn't wait for her to awaken before he again used his tongue along her slit to find her clitoris. With soft lips he sucked her pleasure center. He felt her begin to tremble again. This time he followed the trail of her wetness to the opening at her derriere. He tongued her forbidden spot. Her fingernails found his shoulders anew. With her scream, he stated his assumption. Oh, I guess you liked that. She used one hand to guide his mouth to her pussy while the other scratched at his shoulder. To avoid drawing blood, he pinned her wrists to her side. Un-Unh. You want me to lick your pussy? You have to ask me. With obvious trepidation, she told him to...

Eat me... Letting go of her wrists, he tried to wake her with a request. If you can't ask for what you want, then you get nothing. Finally after what seemed to be a torpid internal chastising, Angel told him exactly what she wanted. I want you to put your face in my pussy and suck my clit until I come. He took Angel's leg and placed it over his shoulder. He separated the lips of her pussy with gentle fingers. With a hard tongue, he lazily ran the length of her pussy to her asshole. When she lifted her hips to his mouth for more contact, he pulled her pink button in his mouth and began to sup. In the moment he felt her smooth leg hook behind his head, Angel's hips jerked. Intuiting her climax, he fingered her g-spot until she screamed.

Shit. Her screams were lost as the the street crew began to shatter the concrete on the the road below. Fuck. She screamed again. He refused to let go of her clitoris, sucking it and drawing his tongue over it, back and forth, back and forth. He slowly shook his head from side to side as she came on his fingers and chin. He smacked his lips trying to catch all of her liquid climax. As he removed his face from her pussy, he felt her nectar dripping from his chin.

Amazed at her still-slumbering form, he knelt between her legs. He balanced his body weight on his forearms as he entered her tight, wet pussy.

Casual Chronicles Part II: Heaven

Blue Eyes led Angel and her dance partner into a secluded corner of the club. Before Angel could catch her breath, Blue Eyes lips were on hers. Blues Eyes' kiss was aggressive, moving skillfully over Angel's tentative lips. Afraid but strangely excited and a hell of a lot turned on, Angel welcomed her kiss. Blue Eyes outlined her lips with her tongue. Angel stood sandwiched between Blue Eyes and her dance partner who obviously turned on by scene playing out in front of him. As Blue Eyes' tongue her mouth, Angel's dance partner whispered in her ear,

Do you like that baby?

Angel knew she was going to hell. But she didn't care.

Blue Eyes hands were on her nipples rubbing and flicking them with precision. She felt another hand slid past her bare stomach into her jeans. Fuck, you're wet. Angel didn't have any words for the bliss she was feeling.

Ummm. She moaned her approval to the sources of her arousal. She felt a hand dip between the lips of her honeypot. With wet fingers, the hood of her clit was pressed back and another finger began to rub, stroke, press, roll, twist, and twine her clit. Angel felt just how wet the crotch of her jeans was. She was sure it was obvious to anyone looking just how aroused she was.

She felt the bass from the speaker vibrating, adding to her pleasure. She closed her eyes, breaking the kiss with Blue Eyes, throwing her head back in pure pleasure. She felt Blue Eyes and The Dancing Dick, as she nicknamed him, exchange a kiss over her shoulder. She felt the air swirl around her recently bared breasts. She bowed her head and opened her eyes to see a pair of blue eyes staring intensely back at her. Those blue eyes were attached to the mouth that hung at her nipple. Angel closed her eyes and thrust her head back again flinging a cry of mercy to whatever god was listening.

To continue the ravishing, Angel was quickly moved to an office off the back of the club. She knew the office well, her ex used to manage the club. Quickly, Blue Eyes pulled Angel's shirt over her head. She kissed her wildly, her hands all over Angel's body, her tongue wild and voracious in Angel's mouth. Pressed against the wall, Angel could barely give a thought as to where her dance partner disappeared to as Blue Eyes unzipped her jeans and began to pull them down Angel's thighs. Alarmed, Angel stared at Blue Eyes.

I've...I've...never...umm.

With a poker face, Blue Eyes stopped her task and asked What never had your pussy licked? Angel could only stare back at her as Blue Eyes began to once again drag her jeans over her legs. Angel stood against the wall naked with the exception of a strappy pair of black heels. She closed her eyes as Blue Eyes looked her over like prey. The next sensation Angel felt was a soft kiss on the front of her pussy.

Open for me, baby.

She did as she was told. Angel felt her tongue slide over her slit. Slowly and lightly. Wanting, no needing more contact, she bent her legs to indicate what she wanted. You're going to have to tell, baby. Angel was too scared to open her eyes let alone talk. Blue Eyes resumed her tantalizing licking. Angel cried out when she felt the tongue slide to her ass. With a soft chuckle Blue Eyes asked Oh, I guess you liked that. Angel guided her hands to Blue Eyes' head as she felt her draw back from her pussy. Quickly, Angel's wrists were pinned to her side. Un-Unh. You want me to lick your pussy? You have to ask me. With her eyes tightly closed, Angel breathed...

Eat me... Unimpressed, Blue Eyes let go of Angel's wrists. If you can't ask for what you want, then you get nothing. Angel could feel Blue Eyes unfolding to a standing position. As they stood face to face, Angel opened her eyes and said, I want you to put your face in my pussy and suck my clit until I come. With a smile Blue Eyes sank to her knees. She took Angel's leg and placed it over her shoulder. With her fingers, she separated Angel's most intimate lips. Angel could feel her breath on her pussy. With a hard tongue, Blue Eyes ran the length of Angel's pussy to her asshole. She did this once, twice, three times. Angel began to lift her hips from the wall and whine for more. Blue Eyes giggled as she brought her mouth to Angel's clitoris. Angel's hips bucked. She used her leg to hook Blue Eye's head closer to her pussy. Blue Eyes slid two finger inside of Angel's wet, wet pussy. She made quick work of finding Angel's g-spot. She began to finger her wildly, stroking her g-spot while applying more and more suction to Angel's tiny pink button.

Shit. Angel screamed. Her screams were lost as the music thumped loudly but at a distance. Fuck. She screamed as she came. Blue Eyes refused to let go of her clit. She kept sucking it and drawing her tongue back and forth over Angel's sensitive protuberance. Angel's knees buckled. She screamed once more as she came all over Blue Eyes' fingers and chin.

She felt her stand. She couldn't open her eyes. She felt the liquid in her shoes slosh about and finally out of the sandal as she was led to a table, maybe the desk. Our Angel was spent. She felt Blue Eyes retreat. She could barely open her eyes. As she heard the door close behind Blue Eyes, Angel felt herself being pulled to the end of the desk. In one fell swoop, she felt a very hard and wide penis enter her...

The Casual Chronicles, Part I: Meet Angel

in the twinkling of an eye, i turn to catch his come in my mouth. i want it so badly. he moans loudly. his cum fills my mouth. there's so much. a few drips escape the corner of my mouth. i moan deep in my throat as i swallow it all using my tongue to catch that at the corner of my mouth. it heats my throat as it makes its way to my stomach. i lick his penis clean as he's still kneeling on the bed, eyes closed and twitching. once i'm finished, he opens his eyes and looks down at me.

g-d, he murmurs. he slowly unfolded his body onto the bed. as he's holding me, i close my eyes. just before sleep can claim me, i think

mission accomplished.

Bullshit, she thought. She knew her girlfriend was prone to embellishment as she sat on the phone listening to her latest exploit.

Do you think I should publish this? Maybe send to the Penthouse Letters or the Playgirl Forum?

Hmmm...oh, shit. There's my call waiting. Let me call you back. She hung up without waiting for her friend's enjoiner to end the conversation. Frankly, she was happy to end the call. She loved her friend dearly but, at times, she was a too much. She sat back from her vanity to admire her makeup. She looked good and she knew it. Standing she turned and walked to her bed, her sating robe trailing behind her lithe body like the train of a wedding gown. Letting the gown fall from her shoulders, she looked at her outfit for the evening. She drew the jeans over her smooth legs. She watched herself, with her head slightly cocked to the right. As she pulled the zipper up her freshly waxed pussy disappeared. These were her favorite jeans. They were her "if all else fails" jeans. They were a snug fit. If she gained just a few pounds, she wouldn't be able to get into them. They looked like they were made for her. She donned a white t-shirt. No bra. In the right light, hell in any light, the shirt was sheer and she liked that.

She dropped her lipgloss, next to her cell, some cash, her ID, and three condoms. It was going to be a good night, she knew it, could feel it. She took the stairs to the main floor loving the feel of the soft cotton draw against her nipples as she bounced down the stairs. She wondered when gravity would come to claim her breasts--"the twins" she called them. She let the thought escape her mind. She knew it wouldn't be tonight. She felt the crotch of her jeans press against her most intimate opening. She was wet and the night had just begun.

She made it to the lobby. Let me get the door for you, Miss... She smiled demurely, looking him in his eyes as she passed through the door. She placed her hand on his chest and murmured, Thank you. The man's wife blatantly cleared her throat. No matter. Angel was out the door with his eyes still on her. She could feel him watching her hips sway, the way her jeans sat at her hips just under her tattoo.

She was going to hell.

And...she didn't care. She walked down the street to one of her favorite nightclubs. Hey Angel. Save a dance for me later? She laughed. He was always trying to pick her up. It didn't matter the number of men she left the club with. And, she was always leaving the club with a man or two. Maybe. She walked inside the club laughing as he told her she would be the death of him.

The bass from the music vibrated the club. She knew that if she sat at the bar close enough to the speaker, she could feel a little tingle in her pussy. But that wouldn't be enough tonight. She made her way to the dancefloor. She was never one to wait. She watched as the spotlight swept the floor. Bodies entwined. Hands groping. Tongues dancing with other tongues. She raised her hands and pushed her way into the middle of the throng.

She began to wind her hips. In no time, she felt a pair of hands on each hip. She felt his dick on her ass before his pelvis solidly met her behind. She began to grind slowly. She put her hands in her hair and moved slowly. Another man came in front of her, trying to dance in front of her. She shooed him with a look. She closed her eyes and let her body get used to dancing. She felt his hands roaming her body, sometimes under her shirt, over her breasts. She didn't stop him. It was a nice beginning to what was going to be a long night. She twined a hand behind his head and let him lead. As she let the music take over, she felt another pair of hands on her breasts.

She opened her eyes to see the stark blue eyes of a very beautiful woman. Before she could speak. The woman pressed her cool face to Angel's flushed cheek and breathed in her ear.

Relax.

the little black dress, Part XII: The End

i grab a pillow and put it under my hips to cushion the ride. i stack the rest of the pillows behind my back. i'm so close to him i can smell his sweat. a sweet musky scent mixed with my pussy's unique bouquet exudes from his body. i watch his lithe muslces move under the thin sheen of perspiration covering his beautifully smooth skin. i reach between my thighs to grab his ass, feel the energy move from his loins to my honeypot. i close my eyes and arch my back. his dick feels so good, too good. he's trying to contain his impending release. i feel his mouth on my nipple. i jump. his dick almost misses my pussy. i bring my hand down groping at his cock to ensure that he hits my target.

opening my eyes, i bring my hand to my clit. this is going to be the best orgasm yet. i feel the delicious fullness in my pussy. she is twitching, never really recovering from the last coming of the orgasm. i'm in no hurry. i am transported to a different place, a place i've never been before. with each wonderful thrust, i am climbing the mythic beanstalk expecting to meet jack, his mother, and anyone else gathered at the mystic mountaintop.

i moan, not loud. i'm past the urgent orgasm. i am having multiple orgasms, they are strong but it's impossible for me to tell where one ends and the other begins. i'm still playing with my pussy. my pussy is exquistely juicy. his dick is sloshing around inside of me. i feel my own nectar slowly slide between my ass cheeks, past my asshole. i am so turned on by the sight, taste, and sounds of my pussy...especially on him. i feel myself giving in to another orgasm, unlike any i've ever had. i arc my back. immediately one hand travels to my nipple. the other travels past my clit to feel his dick thrust in and out of my steaming honeypot. he slides between my middle and fourth fingers as i grind my clit into my palm. i open my eyes. i see him watching me. he is torn between watching the action at my pussy and looking in my eyes.

play with your tit... his voice catches. i know he's close. i slowly drag my hand up to my mouth. my fingers are coated with the juices from my pussy. training my eyes on his, i lick my essence from my fingers.

mmmm...g-ddam it. i lean forward and strain upward slightly, offering my lips to him. i smell my pussy on his lips and chin before his lips actually meet mine. shit, i exhale. i taste me on his lips, on his tongue. i yank at my nipple. my mouth forms an O. i can't take my eyes from his as I hear just how much he excites me. instead of lessening his stroke. he places his hands on my thighs pressing them wide open. i can barely feel the discomfort and he pushes his cock deep inside of my pussy. that's number two. i'm starting to see stars. he straightens my legs. holding them together, he throws them both to the left. he's deep inside my pussy; his pelvis rubbing up against my clit. fuck. i'm moaning loudly now, i can't stop. his strokes aren't quick, instead they're deep and unhurried. he keeps a consistent pace. i can't stop moaning now. i begin to shake. convulse, really. fuuuuuuck meeeeeeeeeee. it's not a command, but rather a blessing, a slight indication of his prowess, an offer of gratitude. his eyes are flutter shut. damn, you have some good pussy. he's not telling me. he's expressing his wonder, his disbelief. suddenly i can't take anymore. i begin to shake uncontrollably, fighting him, trying to get him off me. i've never been this out of control. never felt these feelings. instead of losing the connection, he turns me onto my right hip. the rest of my body can only go with it. i scream. i can't help it. i claw at his torso. my vaginal muscles contract and he can no longer enter me. i gush, soaking through the layers of sheets on the bed to the mattress. i can't stop moaning. unable to control my orgasm, a stream of my honey shoots from my pussy singeing his thigh and cock, extending to the end of the bed.

oh my g-d, he whispers. he rubs my back and side until my convulsions lessen. using his arm to move the pillows from the head of the bed, he turns me onto my stomach. he straddles my legs. i feel the head of his dick find my soaking pussy. he pushes inside. stars erupt in my head. i begin to loudly purr. on my stomach, i raise up to my elbows. he's wonderfully heavy. his weight pins my hips to the bed. the feel of his dick inside me and his heavy weight on my g-spot torments me. shit, he whispers again. i can feel his shaft grow inside of me. the vein running the length of his dick swells. he's grinding against my ass. i look over my shoulder. eyes closed, face drawn, i could feel his impending orgasm. moaning loudly, he grinds harder on my ass and slightly increases his pace in and out of my pussy. a number of high-pitched moans escaped. quickly, he pulls out of my pussy, and begins to quickly jerk his hand up and down his dick.

in the twinkling of an eye, i turn to catch his come in my mouth. i want it so badly. he moans loudly. his cum fills my mouth. there's so much. a few drips escape the corner of my mouth. i moan deep in my throat as i swallow it all using my tongue to catch that at the corner of my mouth. it heats my throat as it makes its way to my stomach. i lick his penis clean as he's still kneeling on the bed, eyes closed and twitching. once i'm finished, he opens his eyes and looks down at me.

g-d, he murmurs. he slowly unfolded his body onto the bed. as he's holding me, i close my eyes. just before sleep can claim me, i think

mission accomplished.

the little black dress, Part XI: Sidetracked

i put my ass as far in the air as i can. my cheek and chest to the bed, my legs spread about two feet. i feel a trickle of my own arousal slide to my clit. i want him to see how turned on i am, what he does do me. i want him to fuck me like this. the feel of his dick slamming deep inside me makes me want to come forever. there are times when he has to go slowly because i have to get used to the size of his dick so deep inside of me, but not this time. i'm ready. ready to give him what he wants. ready to take what i need. with my cheek to the bed i see him thrusting in and out of my steaming pussy. the long , thick length of his cock disappearing and reappearing from my pussy. his dick is glistening, showing him, telling him in no uncertain terms that i am in need of a good fuck. as he picks up speed, his balls begin to flap against my clit. i start to move against his dick, ramming my ass into his pelvis. i abandon all of my good girl sensibilities and begin to fuck him like a randy slut. i feel that i am about to come. the arch in my back becomes deeper. fuck me....harder...shit i'm going to come. i yell it at him. fuck the people in the rooms around us. all that matters is this--the feel of him inside me and me getting off. he smacks my ass. i feel the sting of his hand on my ass and i like it, want more of it. harder, i command.

he places both of his hands on each of my ass cheeks, with his thumbs dangerously close to my asshole. i brace my hands on the bed and began to ride him...hard...to another orgasm. shit, ______! i can't stop repeating his name. it is the only thing i take with me when i come. my pussy is so wet. i hear him sloshing around in her, fucking her, and i want to come. i bring my hand to my nipple and pull...hard. the bottom of my stomach drops and i get hot and cold at once. i focus on him fucking me. the feel of his dick inside of my dripping pussy. he smacks my asscheek again and i feel myself come. a lot. my body begins to shake. my back deeply arches. i grip his legs and force him to stay in my pussy as i grind my orgasm out against his hips. my clit is grinding against his sac. i want him to feel me come on his dick. it's too much for me. i feel so full. i have to let it go. i feel him caress my ass, telling me it's okay. come for me, baby. i know what he wants. i can't contain it anymore, so i let go. with a deep thrust of my own, the muscles in my pussy contract and expel his dick and i squirt all over the bed, gush really. before i know it, he's quickly turned me over onto my back. i feel myself trembling and shaking. before he plunges his dick inside of me, i see my pussy juices dripping from the tip of his shaft. if he wasn't moving so fast, i would have tasted it...

but, i let him thrust once...twice... five times. again, i jerk my pussy up so that he cannot enter me again. stand up. i want him to fuck me from behind while we're both standing. i want to come twice more before i allow him any relief. he comes to stand behind me. fuck, i'm too short or he's too tall. whatever. it doesn't matter. what i know is, it's taking time away from us fucking and me having another delicious orgasm. i quickly don the black boots with an almost three-inch heel that i discarded near the bed when i first got to the room. perfect. at the right level, i feel him slip into my dripping pussy.

i hear how wet i am. g-d, it is a turn on. he has both of his hands on my hips and he's banging into my pussy. he's getting deeper and deeper with each thrust. fuck it. i'm going to come again. with my hands on the bed in front of me, i put my face within inches of the bed and offer more of my ass to him. i feel him touch the bottom of my pussy. he stretches one hand from my ass to my tit. he begins to twist the nipple. i reach a hand to my other nipple and do the same. he's banging me so hard, i have to turn my face from the bed as i begin to knock into it. his balls are slamming so hard against my clit. and i come. fuck, i come. i come hard and keep coming. i feel myself shaking uncontrollably as my cum streams down my legs and into my boots.

never quick to let me come down, he's inside me again quick. he smacks my ass as he applies his fingers to my clit. fuck me, the next one's going to be swift and quick. i'm panting. i can't take much more. i rise to my tiptoes to give him complete access to my pussy. i feel him play with the ring in my clit and i come again. my knees buckle and his dick comes out. fine. all i can do is ride this wave. i feel like i'm going to die--like i'm in heaven. i come all over the hotel floor. the puke pink carpet is now a deep rose, covered with a wet spot about a foot in diameter. but that's irrelevant, i'm still coming. my pussy is still twitching. i quickly crawl to the dry bed, between the covers. i barely ask hear him ask me where i was going.

i was going to rest. i curl into a fetal position awaiting the spasms to leave my body. i can't fucking think. if my body wasn't programmed to do it, i wouldn't be able to breathe. he reaches for me. again he turns me onto my back. before i know it, he's between my legs on his knees, pushing his swollen head inside of me. i can't, i tell him. yes, you can. he tells me this as he quickly pumps his swollen member in and out of my juicy, twitching pussy.

no longer sidetracked from my goal, i realize that in order to fulfill my initial plan, i will.

you do know how to whistle, don't you?

i have a number of favorite sexual positions. hell, having sex is my favorite position. but i have two absolute favorite positions.

the first is anything from the back. on the bed, standing, lying on my stomach, on my hands and knees. i love the feel of penetration. it's deep and i feel, like the taco bell commercials, full. i guess i love to have all of something. there isn't deeper penetration or a way to fit the entirety of a penis (a particularly large penis) in my honeypot. i like to have my ass swatted during sex. i guess the other wonderful thing about rear penetration is my ability to control just how deep it is. and, there is nothing better than the feel of the dick hitting the bottom of my vagina.

my second favorite position is the newest one i've added to my repertoire. i've always liked the forbidden feeling associated with giving head, slobbing a knob, sucking a dick. i don't, however, do it for every man. i don't think i've ever given head outside of a "relationship" however loose the association is. in other words, i have to know the man before i will put his dick in my mouth (i've only relaxed this rule once). so to the favorite position. i love to have a man stand at my head to give him head. i absolutely looooooove this position. (love it!) ultimately...

i like the feel of a dick deep in my throat. (love it!)

there, i said it.

the little black dress, Part X

slowly he slid into her. damn. you're so wet. she loved him this way, the feel of him inside of her. she pressed her back and butt into the bed, lifting her hips to meet his preliminary thrusts. she peered into his face. she allowed herself a small victory smile as she stared at his closed eyes and the way he bit his bottom lip.

you like that? she asked him.

mmmm. was his only response. he was thrusting slowly into her. he was holding his torso away from hers, resting his body weight on his hands. precisely, he ground his hips into hers. she widened her legs and brought her hands to his buttocks. it felt good--really good. she allowed her eyes to slip closed as she ground her fingernails into his ass. she responded with her own mmmm, as he lowered his chest to hover just above hers.

she felt another orgasm creeping up her spine. her back arched as her mouth gently gaped open. her last rational thought was a song lyric she heard on the way to their rendezvous:

some say the sex is overrated, but they just ain't doin it right.

once more, her hips lifted from the bed. she was loud as she told him what he did to her, how he made her feel. she gripped his broad shoulders as she beared down in her pelvis. she barely registered his grunt as her body sought push him out as her orgasm mounted. rather than withdrawing, he waited the initial force with which her body threatened to cast his out. he continued to thrust making her comments louder and more salacious.

she felt her pleasure fluid surround his dick. she felt him slide in and out of her. she heard the sound of him thrust in and out of her. it made her heady. she knew he liked it to as he said g-ddam. she clawed his back, raised her legs higher so that he could fill her completely. fuck me, she commanded. to comply, he plunged his cock inside her.

let me get on top.

with one more thrust, he rolled off of her to allow her to mount him. slowly, she straddled his hips. she shimmied down his shaft, moaning. she rocked her pelvis back and forth, relishing the feel of him solidly inside of her. she heard how wet she was. to be sure, she lifted her hips glancing back at his glistening rod. it turned her on. she began to rock again, this time pulling at her nipples. she closed her eyes and threw her head back, quickly tilting her pussy back and forth. shit, she breathed.

her hands left her breasts as she shifted her weight to her hands. with either palm on the side of his head, she lowered her chest to him and began to thrust wildly. she whimpered loudly as another orgasm threatened to overtake her. he placed his hands on each of her buttocks. she came as he captured one of her nipples in his mouth. unable to contain her pleasure, she raised her pelvis from his shaft, her love juices scalding his chest. he rubbed her ass as her juice puddled on his chest. she lowered herself onto his dick again, nearly bathing in her own love juice. again, she rode him hard, wanting recreate the same orgasm. she found that she couldn't. she rode to a higher peak. she threw her head back exposing her neck. he again mouthed her tit as one hand found her clitoris. with the other hand, he rested his thumb at her ass opening. she came again. she raised her hips of of him, as she came. she gushed onto his chest. he rested his hands on her buttocks as if to encourage her punishing climax. unable to escape, she walked up his chest so enthralled, so uncontrolled in pleasure's pursuit.

she rolled off of his, sticking her ass in the air, offering it to him. he chuckled as he rose to his knees. making quick work of it, he pressed his head into her pussy. she lowered her breasts to the bed as he slid his length inside of her.

she had just one more seduction technique planned...

a mighty fine new year

it's an old -ism that whatever it is that you are doing on new year's day will portend those things to come in new year. i spent 48 hours holed up in a hotel, having blissfully wonderful sex. not that i am complaining. in fact, i have no regrets or complaints--which is rare, right? typically, i have something to share about my sexual exploits, but, for some reason, i cannot do it this time. some things--especially the really great things, i guess, deserve to stay private. i want to hold onto and harness the wonderfully delicious experiences i had this weekend for a while longer.

i will say that i have never felt more sexually liberated than i did at the turn of the new year. i did some things i've never done, will probably never do with another man, and some really uncoordinated things. example? having sex (reverse cowgirl) and nearly falling off the dick and bed. while i don't think he found it terribly uncoordinated, it was terribly embarrassing for me even if he didn't take notice.

i met mc when i was particulary pissed off and completely finished with my current romantic interest (my choice--no really--my choice) and i wasn't looking to immediately enter into another romantic relationship. so ours was purely sexual and, after the first time, i kept calling. the sex must be beyond my wildest dreams because i can't let go of it and fear never having it again. what's more, i'm curious about the man who makes me so uninhibited, desiring to please him and me.

people who have had really good sex understand that when you've had great sex, you cannot allow yourself to go back to alright, mediocre, or just plain old good sex. you want the supernatural shit all the time. if you're wondering whether or not you've had good sex, then you haven't. once you have it, you know that it doesn't get any better. during our pre-/post-coital rest (pre- becuase were going to do it again, and post- because we had just finished), i told him that he had spoiled me. i have a distinct feeling that we will end up like the couple in the old movie "the same time next year" or something.

the little black dress, Part IX

she felt his fingers against her folds and she was in heaven. she was wet and ready for him. mmmmm.she turned her head to the left as her back arched slightly. she slid her hand from her side to her nipple. she opened her legs wide to allow him easy access. as his fingers found her clit, he softly kissed her neck. she felt a tremor rack through her body. she lifted her hips to meet his hand as his fingers found her most intimate opening. she grabbed for his throbbing shaft wanting to show him that she was ready for him to penetrate her.

now, she whispered.

he pulled his face from her neck and chuckled, chortled really. he fastened his mouth to her free nipple and she knew it wouldn't be long before she was bucking and coming all over the bed. slowly, he moved his body until he was between her thighs. he meticulously placed each of her thighs over his shoulders.

that's so pretty. he spoke of her freshly waxed honeypot.

softly, he kissed her clitoris. she hummed her approval of his oral ministrations. then he began to swirl his tongue about the pink button. she closed her eyes and brought her hands to her nipples. she twirled the delicate buds as he began to suck her clit. shit, she murmured. she could feel the cold heat of her orgasm radiating from her her groin, up her spine. she began to writhe in her pleasure. before she was aware, he slid his tongue from her pleasure button to the sensitive area between her vagina and her anus. she cried out just as his thumb came to rest on her anus. he flicked his tongue over and against her perineum. she came--hard. she put her hands on his bald head to escape his relentless mouth.

she became more and more vocal, whining and moaning her approval. it didn't take long for her to realize that he wasn't going anywhere. on the heels of her first orgasm, she had another and another. she was riding the wave of pleasure. she began to shake uncontrollably. fuck...oh, fuck....fuck again she moaned loudly. over and over again, she screamed his name. he allowed his tongue to penetrate her as he manipulated her clitoris with his thumb and index finger. her hips violently jerked up from the bed as she screamed and she came apart in his mouth. she felt the wetness creep up the sheet underneath her buttocks. eyes closed, she felt the bed shift as he moved from between her legs to her side. he placed her own essence on her lips with a kiss. with a sated smile, she looked into his face. gently he touched her honeypot. ready? he asked. before she could answer, she felt him settle between her legs. she could feel the head of his shaft seeking her entrance.

she thought her seduction was going well, excited for the next phase...

the little black dress, Part VIII

(please read the installment below for context)

she allowed him sleep. in fact, she was a bit sleepy herself. she hadn't slept the night before and knew she needed her rest to continue with her seduction. she drifted to sleep with the wide, toothy smile of a Cheshire cat.

nearly an hour later she stretched her body languorously. it was time for part two. she softly padded to the bathroom to regroup. she knew her plan of attack, she was, quite simply, nervous. she loved the feel of his skin on the pads of her fingers. she loved his smell. she loved the way he fit inside of her mouth, her throat, her pussy. she loved the way he held her. but this wasn't the time for sentimentality. she had a job to do.

quietly, she made her way from the bathroom to her suitcase just beside the bed. she pulled her vibrator from her bag. quite content with herself, she tossed the vibrator on the bed and made quick work of waking him. trying twice to nudge him out of a deep slumber to no avail, she finally settled on sucking him awake. his sleep filled eyes bleary focused on her. he offered her a sexy promise disguised as a smile.

hi there, he said. are you coming up here to play now?

in a second. she felt him begin to stir in her mouth. mmmm. she was in heaven. she flicked her tongue over the head of his dick. she was noisy, slurping, swallowing, and sucking. with every sound he moaned. with his head back on a pillow, she began her assault. as before, she lapped on the head of his dick. she sat between his thighs, each of her legs resting on each of his thighs.

you got tricks?

she laughed thinking about what she had in store for him. he snapped his head from the pillow to watch her as she took him into the back of her throat again.

g-d, he whispered.

watching him watch her, she slowly allowed his dick to reappear centimeter by delicious centimeter. knowing what he liked, she let a small trail linger from her lips to the tip of his shaft. she quickly swallowed him, but only half his shaft this time. she wanted to make it good for him. wanted him to remember her...always all ways. in no time, his head again dropped back to the pillow behind him. recognizing that he wasn't watching what she was doing, but rather feeling it, she snaked her arm under the cover to recover her vibrator. using her left hand to pump his shaft, she tongued his head. her mouth followed her hand halfway down his shaft when she turned the vibrator on low speed. he snapped his head to as he yelled number of expletives. she knew he was okay. in fact, he loved it.

he began to twitch. not as small as the trembling before and not violent enough to shake--he twitched. she pulled back from him, turning the vibrator off.

finally. he assumed that her assault was over. he reached for her telling her that now it was her turn to experience what he had in store for her. she giggled like a schoolgirl, just narrowly escaping his arms. she, instead, grabbed her water on the nightstand. taking a hearty swig, she returned to his engorged cock. she allowed the cool water to swirl around his dick letting a few drops roll down its magnificent length. he moaned. he moaned a lot. but she was immune to his moans, oblivious to the ranting pleasure that made him entreat her to join him. once the twiching began, she again turned on the vibrator. his mouth opened wide as his body jack-knifed up. she placed the vibrator at the based of her lower lip against his head. had her mouth not been doubly full, she would have smiled. with the index finger of her left hand, she grabbed the base of his cock. his sac lay in the palm of her hand. she lightly squeezed them between her thumb and ring finger. she moved the vibrator in her right hand from her lip to her cheek. he was trembling and violently...twitching. she wasn't going to allow him to orgasm just yet, but she couldn't resist. she made quick work of swallowing, then thrusting his dick down her throat. with her nose buried in his pubic hair, she applied the vibrator to her throat. never knowing him to be rough with her, he cried out deep in his throat as he wildly thrust in her throat. he grabbed the vibrator, shut it off, and threw in the vicinity of the other bed. eyes closed, he bent at the waist forcefully dragging her the length of his body. he laid her flat on the mattress as his head found her breast. his twitching slowly subsided as he lay there with her hands caressing his baldhead. he missed the wide smile that played at her lips disappear as his hand slipped between the folds of her wet, wet pussy...

alas, another installment of the little black dress

she watched him retreat to the kitchen thinking how truly blessed she was. he was a good man. and she would get the inspiration she needed to continue her story tonight. she started to the kitchen after him knowing she would find bliss.

She closed the novel and nearly threw it across the room. She wasn't in the mood for the fairy tale ending. She had long since given up on such fantastic endings. She was no Cinderella, Sleeping Beauty, or Snow White. She was just a woman from a small Midwestern suburb and she wanted to be fucked. She lie back against the iron headboard. She couldn't rest, couldn't sleep. Her stomach was in knots. In just a few hours, she would meet him. The him that had filled her thoughts for the last three years. She remembered the last time that they were together so long ago like it was yesterday. In her memories, she was never far from his relentless mouth, from his searing touch. In just a few hours, he would be hers.

She had it planned well in advance of this meeting. She would seduce him. She drove the speed limit almost all the way to their meeting point halfway between the two of them. The butterflies in her stomach continued to flit and flitter heightening her anxiety. She didn't know if he would reject her advances, afraid of relinquishing control. To this point he had control over her, while preferring to remain elusive. Not this time. This time, she wanted him to remember her...always.

She made it to the hotel room an hour before he did. She was thankful for the time to compose herself. She looked around the room. It wasn't anything special. but the surroundings had little to do with what she had on her mind. She hurried to her cell phone seeking to stop its insistent ringing. It was him. He was lost? It would take another fifteen minutes? Shit. As she tried to hide the disappointment, there was a knock at the door.

Fuck. He's here.

She only hesitated a moment before throwing the door open. she was happy to see him. he was the same man she remembered--tall, beautiful smile, sexy as hell. he walked in with his bags hugged her and shut the door in one fell swoop. she looked up at him and coyly smiled. she led him to the bed. no words were necessary. she raised the right side of her mouth, smirking, as she unfastened his belt. she slid his jeans over his legs. kneeling before his feet, she took his boots off. he grasped at the air, telling her that she wore too many clothes. she smiled and continued with her task.

she knew what she wanted, what she wanted to give him. in compliance, she allowed him to take off her shirt as she took his off him. he sat at the edge of the bed, nude. she was most peaceful as she knelt between his legs taking his semi-flaccid member in her mouth.

hmmmm. she moaned. she loved the feel of him, the taste of him in her mouth. she didn't waste time licking at the head. she was determined. she took him fully into her mouth, sucking while swirling her tongue around his frenulum. she barely registered his moans as she became heady from the pleasure of having him like this. she went up and down his shaft at a rapid rate. she paid no attention to the sounds he made as she attempted to swallow his dick whole. he was so big. her mouth only covered the upper half of his penis. she put both of her hands around his length and proceeded to tongue his shaft.

oh g-d. he moaned. she smiled to herself. this was only the beginning. with her mouth halfway down his shaft, she began to use her right hand to jack him in her mouth. she applied more and more suction. she knew she was gaining the upper hand as his legs began to tremble. when it became too much, he laid down on the bed unable to watch her ministrations anymore, legs still shaking.

no fair, he said. you're having all the fun.

she pulled her mouth from his dick. she laughed as her hands twisted about his turgid head. with her hands she moved her palms, one after the other, over his member. he began to shake.

you okay? she asked.

his response was to tremble as she placed her mouth on him once again. he asked her once, twice, three times to come up to him, face-to-face.

dammit, ________. he pleaded with her.

slowly he came to a sitting position as she lapped at the head of his dick. mmmmmmm. nothing had ever tasted so good. nothing had ever felt so right. she had waited a lifetime for this moment and she wasn't going to waste it. she took him deep into her mouth. afraid of an adverse reaction, she pulled back before she could gag on his large shaft.

she let go of him completely, taking off her clothes. she lay back on the other bed and allowed him to penetrate her. she felt him slowly slide inside of her. a deep contentment hummed in her throat. she was full, she began to move on her own accord. the feel of him inside of her made her wet--extremely wet. she heard her reaction to him as his dick glided in and out of her, her love juices making his journey swift and snug. she snapped her hips up, not allowing him to penetrate her again.

come stand at my head. she commanded him. as he walked from one end of the bed to her head, she allowed her head to hang off of the bed. he bent his swollen shaft into her mouth. placing her hands on his buttocks, she guided him further into her mouth. he pulled back allowing her to breathe. once. twice. again cradling his ass, she held her breath and ushered him in, her nose nestled between his cock and his sac. she began to swallow. to her surprise, she wasn't gagging, but making it better for him.

applying pressure to his hips he withdrew from her mouth. pulling at his buttocks again, she felt him slide past the back of her tongue into her throat. she felt him grow and expand. she felt the rim of his glans travel past her a small ridge in her own throat. the clicking sound echoed in her head like fourth of july fireworks. she began to move her head, fucking him with her throat. he began to flail his arms. if her mouth and throat were free, she would have laughed. he looked as though he was caught in the matrix. and, although he was standing, his legs began to shake.

again, she guided him out of her mouth, only to pull his buttocks forcing his rigid member into her throat. she felt his vein on the bottom of his dick begin to press against her throat. she slapped his ass as he began to move inside of her throat. placing his fingers between her legs, he felt her love juice steaming, sliding down, down, down her butt cheeks to the bed.

damn, girl. oh, shit....

she felt it, knew it was coming. she wanted it. wanted to feel close to him. wanted more of him inside of her. she smacked his ass again as she placed her hands on her thighs. she jerked him into her throat as she felt the heat of his semen scald the back of her throat. he began to shake, spasming once, twice, three times, if a million, as his dick began to shrink. almost immediately he collapsed upon the bed beside her with his head on her thigh. she heard a distant gun shot. she smiled at the man lying, spent, on her thigh. rousing his still trembling body until his eyes were just barely open, she greeted him.

happy new year.