Saturday, December 18, 2010

Christmas Present

While S was away, I sent him a package which, among other things, contained a pair of my underwear sprayed with my perfume.  He sent me this photo:

It made me ache.  I told him he looked like a present, all wrapped up with bows.  I asked him if that was my Christmas present.  He chuckled and said, "One of them."

He arrived home 2 days ago, just in time for the holidays.  I definitely opened one of my presents early.

Tuesday, November 16, 2010

A month of no sex and no S

Moving farther and farther away from being “a teenage couple.” S turns 21 very soon, and my 20th birthday will arrive early next year. What a strange feeling.

It's a very fortunate opportunity, though a little sad, that S's work will be taking him to another state for the next month. He'll be gone for his birthday. He leaves very soon and will be spending his last night in town with me.

Therein lies a great dilemma – he must depart at 5am in the morning. I should encourage him to get as much rest as possible before embarking on such a journey, but how can I resist tearing him to pieces all night long when it's my last chance before 4 weeks of no sex and no S?

I think my body knows I'll be deprived of him for a while. The past few days, the sex has been so amazing. He's always out-of-this-world, but my body responds differently at different times, and my body just can't seem to get enough. After a couple orgasms – even after the first – it tends to get progressively harder to work each one out of me. Since the start of the weekend, however, each orgasm is so explosive but never seems to be enough. Each time I come, I feel like it's pouring out of me, and my brain and the world feel like they're on pause for a moment, and my head is so clear... and then I'm consumed again, and all I can think about is how soon I'm going to come.

My pussy can't seem to get enough of S. I usually take a little working up for him to enter me comfortably – but I swear, no matter what's going on lately, he can bend me over and I'm already slick for his sweet cock to ram into me. I've been surprising myself.


Upside of all this: I expect to receive lots of delicious naked/nearly-naked pictures over the next few weeks, so hopefully I'll be sharing a few here...

Thursday, October 21, 2010

Brief recap of the last two days.

Do you ever come so hard that you start writhing uncontrollably and your body literally expels his cock from your pussy, but you keep coming, and then he slides back into you, and you keep riding that wave at its peak as he starts fucking you again?

Yeah.  That's all.

Sunday, October 10, 2010

Over dose.

Productive.

Not exactly the word I should use to describe my absence from this blog.

Busy.

A more applicable word, however it's not quite right.

Overwhelmed.

Ah, that's it. The perfect word to describe my absence indeed.

When you have too many thoughts, when your brain is pulled in different directions, it's hard to focus on just one thing. Especially when while you're trying to think of that one thing, you're currently doing another. This applies to my relationship with Z as of late.

Let me explain...

We do not live together. In fact we live about 30 miles from one another, sometimes this is a serious inconvenience but usually it's a blessing. We see each other once, twice, occasionally three times in a week, however nothing more. This absence creates a longing, a deep desire to be close to each other. This desire boils over to a need.

Lately, this "need" is all we have been satisfying. Every time we see each other, I feel as if it's been years. Every time we kiss, I feel as if it's our first and last kiss we will share. Every time I'm inside of her,  I feel as if life couldn't get any better.

I could tell her about the countless times I have bent her over, shoving her head into the floor, the table, the bed. I could talk about the gallons of cum she has eagerly downed. I could talk about the time on the couch, in her room, in the car, on the roof. I could even describe her amazing nipples, her breasts as they shake up and down as my cock slams into her.

However, I plan to tell you what she is to me. Not just my toy, my friend, my muse.

She is a drug. A drug. A drug I need. Her pussy calls my name. Her pussy opens for me. Her pussy knows I need her.

I'm surprised I haven't over dosed yet.

How could I though? I love her more than I love myself. I'm easy to sacrifice.

Maybe I over dosed a long time ago.

Was it when we met? Was it when we kissed? Was it when we broke things off? Was it when we were with each other for the first time?

Or is it every time? Every time I see her? I think so.

After three years, at 20 years old, my love only grows for this girl. This amazing, beautiful, quirky, hilarious, sexual girl.

My girl. Yes. My lovely girl.

Saturday, September 4, 2010

Gasping for breath

He makes me gasp for breath...

When he presses his lips hard against mine, his tongue pushing its way into my mouth.

When his hand rests on my ass, sliding up under my dress.

When his pushes me up against the wall, his hand closing in around my throat, choking me.

When he rips my top down, my breasts bouncing slightly from the force, and he takes one in his mouth.

When he spins me around so my chest is against the wall, my ass sticking out for his enjoyment.

When he slides down to his knees, kissing and biting at my ass, moaning softly.

When he tells me, "Don't move," and I stay as still as I can, back arched, while he snaps a photo of me.

When his fingers slip between my legs, barely grazing the fabric covering my pussy, feeling my wetness seeping through.

When he spins me back around once more, spreading my legs as I stand, pulling my underwear to the side.

When he stares so adoringly at my pussy, with this look of longing.

When I feel his breath on my flesh, as he leans in closer, his eyes never leaving mine.

When his tongue finally makes contact, sliding down over my clit, spreading my pussy lips, lapping up my juices.

When he picks me up and carries me over to the bed, laying me down, legs spread.

When he drops back down to his knees, burying his face in my pussy, devouring me.

When he dangles his cock in my face, teasing me, showing me what I could have.

When he shoves it down my throat, fucking my face, choking me with his cock.

When he finally climbs on top of me and rams his cock into me, pounding me over and over again.

When I come, his body slamming against me, my fingers playing with my clit, and I scream.

When his cum pumps into my hungry mouth, and I can hear him moaning, his fingers laced through my hair.


Such a panic-associated feeling, gasping for breath, has never been so welcome...

Thursday, August 12, 2010

She smiles

Even her body knows what she wants.

After biting my cock for quite some time she certainly left a mark.



Thursday, July 29, 2010

It's almost like he was never here at all.

Are you ever so bombarded by beautiful images that you can't focus on just one to write about?

There was some lack of communication.  He didn't get my message that I was rushing from work over to yoga class, he didn't tell me that his late-night meeting was canceled, and as a result, he got to my house over an hour before I did, unbeknownst to me.  It was nearly 10:30pm when I got back and could let him inside.  This is when I found out that he had work at 6:30am the next morning.  He'd have to be up at 5:30am to leave.  So much for our night together.

I took off my makeup and he took off his pants, we chatted, I tried to hide my disappointment.  I knew he was barely going to get any sleep as it was.  I wasn't going to try anything.

We crawled in bed at 11:04pm.  I can't remember the last time I went to bed that early.  We kissed goodnight and rolled our separate ways.

There was a faint glow cast across his body from the moonlight shining through the sheer layers of my curtains.  He was lying on his side, his back towards me, and his skin was highlighted so beautifully.  I could see the sheet draping over his ass, the definition of his muscles in his shoulder, and back, and arm.  I was transfixed, and watched him silently for longer than I care to admit.

I stretched my hand out very deliberately across the bed, as though I was just changing my sleeping position, and stopped when I felt my fingers brush against his ass.  Only the thin fabric of his underwear was separating me from his skin.  I wanted so badly to grab his ass.  He probably doesn't have any idea that that was even going through my mind.  I was trying to somehow, subtly wrangle him into my arms.  I knew he'd stop me if I did anything too forthright.  And I also knew that he needed his sleep.  I was very torn.  I kept thinking, "I care about him, and I care about him getting enough rest and doing well at work tomorrow, so it would be very selfish of me to try to seduce him now."  I can't tell you how many times I inched my hand up to his ass only to quickly retract it, hoping I'd be able to fall asleep without disturbing him.

Suddenly, he rolled over to face me.  I kept watching him, trying to tell in the darkness if his eyes were open or not.  "I can't sleep," he said.  I was silent for a few moments.

"Is it something I'm doing?" I asked.  I was a little nervous that he was going to tell me to stop with the games.

"You're not doing anything," he said.  Funny, because I felt like I was doing so much.  "Unless you were staring at me and I could feel you watching through the back of my head," he joked.  I was churning inside.  I wanted him so badly.

"I only opened my eyes because you rolled over," I said.  I think he believed me.

He closed his eyes again, this time facing me, and I wrapped my arm around him, running my fingers from the nape of his neck up his scalp.  He loves when I do this.  I repeated the motion once, twice, three times...

"Z..." he started, a bit of a tone in his voice.

"I know, I know you have to sleep," I said, rolling over.  "I'm restraining myself.  You don't have to reprimand me."

There was a moment of silence.  I felt like I could hear him thinking.

"What do you mean, you're restraining yourself?"

"I mean," I responded, "you're lying next to me very nearly-naked and I'm trying very hard not to touch you."

More silence.  More thinking.

"What do you want, Z?"

"Nothing."

"No, I'm really asking.  What do you want?"

I paused.  "I want to touch you."  I really did.  I wanted nothing more than to run my hands all over him, wrap him up in my arms, squeeze him and feel him, his skin, his flesh...  Ughh...

"What do you mean, touch me?"

I was feeling sheepish.  "I want to play with you."

"That sounds very nice, Z, but unless you have plans of making me come quickly and awesomely (his exact words), I can't play with you tonight."

A few more moments passed (it felt like he was waiting to see if I'd make a move) and he turned so his back was facing me once again.

I was thinking.  I was weighing my options.  I was wondering if he'd blame me for lack of sleep the next day.  But he had given me the green light.  Sort of.

I reached out and wrapped my hand around his hip, tugging at him.  "Roll back over."

I urged him onto his back and leaned in to kiss him, my hand wandering beneath the sheets.  I gave him a deep kiss.  It's so good kissing that boy.  Then I pulled away, ripping the sheet from his body and tugging his underwear down.  I moved down so my face was hovering directly above his cock.  It was visibly hard for me.  I could smell his warm skin, I could practically taste him already.

I looked up at him.  "Don't say things you don't mean."

I ran my lips, parted slightly, up and down the length of his cock, letting my breath tease him.  "If you want me to stop, just say so.  I'll respect that."

I kept my eyes locked with his.  He just stared right back, not saying a word.  I looked down and took his cock in my mouth.  He gasped.  I slowly slid my mouth down his cock, savoring the feeling of his smooth skin, his hard flesh.  I began gaining speed, grinding my face into his crotch, taking him into my throat, and sliding back up again.  I love the feeling of opening my throat up, relaxing it, and just letting him fuck it.  I love seeing how many times I can thrust him down into my throat in a row before I start gagging on his hard cock.

The slurping sounds were getting louder.  I wrapped my thumb and index finger around the base of his cock and started moving them in time with my mouth.  I twisted my hand around as I went, each time rewarded by a small gasp from his mouth.  I let him out of my mouth and continued working him with my hand, a steady rhythm.  He reached out and yanked my shirt down, exposing my breasts.  He was struggling to get at them, trying to pinch my nipples.  I moved next to his body and lowered my left breast to his mouth while I continued jacking him off.  He eagerly latched on and started sucking and biting on my nipple, whimpering, his cock growing even harder in my hand.

I pulled away from his mouth and moved down his body.  I shoved his legs together and straddled his thighs.  I folded in half over his body and squeezed my breasts together around his cock, sliding up and down, fucking him with them to the best of my ability.

He reached for me, told me to "Come here."  I resumed jacking him off with my hand and leaned in, kissing him.  His hand started frantically feeling for my ass.  I brought it around to the side so he could reach it better, and he quickly shoved my underwear aside, slipping two fingers into my pussy.

We continued like this for a while--me jacking him off with my hand, him alternately slipping his fingers into my pussy, fingering me, and pulling them out to rub my clit.  I tightened my grip on his cock, sliding my hand down slowly, deliberately, and then going faster, and faster, faster than I think I ever had before.  His eyes rolled back in his head and he mouthed, "Oh.  My.  God."  I slowed down again for a few strokes, then sped up again, working his cock furiously... slow, then fast...

He used his hands to urge me up so I was sitting on his stomach.  I knew what he wanted.  I pushed my underwear to the side, and we both slid his cock into me as fast as we could.

I groaned.

I fucked him fast.  There was no build-up period--we both wanted this so badly.  I brought my ass up, slamming it back down on his body, over and over and over again.  "I love you," he said.  "I love you, too, baby," I panted.

I folded in half, my face buried in his neck, my arms wrapped around him, legs working to bring my ass down on him, faster and faster, and harder and harder.  "I'm close," he breathed in my ear.  I kept fucking him.  "I'm close.  I'm close," he said. He knew how I wanted him to come.

I slid off of him and quickly wrapped both my hand and mouth around his throbbing cock, pumping him into the back of my throat.  After a few seconds, I could feel his hot cum shooting into my mouth, onto my tongue.  I moaned, and so did he, and I kept going, eventually slowing a little, being a little gentler, as his orgasm kept going, and going.  Finally he placed his hand on my head, urging me to stop.  I slid my mouth to the tip of his cock, and let it slip out, resting on his stomach.  I swallowed.

He was panting.  Exhausted.

Once again, I give you his exact words.  "Now that... was an orgasm."

The next morning, the alarm woke us both when it was still dark out.  He wrapped his arms around me and kissed me, running his hands over my bare body.  He got up, got dressed and gathered his things.  He told me I didn't have to get up, but I wanted to.  I wanted to press myself against him.  I crawled over to the edge of the bed and spread my arms wide, wanting a hug.  He squeezed me tight.

"Leaving a naked girl in bed and slipping out while it's still dark out is not my perfect start to a day," he joked.  I smiled.  He kissed me and told me he loves me.  I followed him to the door, naked and chilly, and gave him one last kiss and "I love you" before locking the door behind him and crawling back under my covers.

There's a space in my bed where he was.  I can still smell his cologne and the scent of his body on his pillow and the sheets, and each time I catch a whiff, a smile creeps onto my face.  It's almost like he was never here at all.  Almost.

Monday, July 12, 2010

"It's too beautiful."

I'm certain that S's favorite position is reverse cowgirl.  No matter how long he's lasting, when I flip into this position and my ass starts pounding down on him, he always wants to come so quickly.  In turn, it turns me on so much that something I can do makes him want to come so fast.  It's too much for him, he doesn't want it to end, I pull off of him...  He mutters to himself that "it's too beautiful."  I melt.  After only a moment, he's whimpering, begging me to to get back on him.  I love him in this state.

Sucking Cock

I love sucking my boy's cock.  It's so smooth, and hard, and delicious.  It feels like velvet.  I love the way it drips precum when it wants me.  I love when it's resting on his stomach, and I lean in very close, my mouth an inch or so away, and it jerks up on its own, straining to meet me.  How could I possibly pick a favorite thing about sucking his cock?

Look at the way that his head mushrooms out so perfectly.  Look at the way the veins strain against his skin.  Look at the way he turns almost purple when he's so aroused.  These pictures were taken after he'd been fucking me for a long time.



He honestly has one of the most aesthetically pleasing cocks I've ever seen.  It's so fucking beautiful.  I want to know it backwards and forwards, but I also never want to stop learning new things about it, new things that make him tick, make him squirm, make him writhe in pleasure, and make him want to come.

I love the feeling of taking him in my mouth when he's completely soft (something which must be done swiftly, if at all, as he never stays soft long) and letting him harden in my mouth, feeling him grow, filling up my mouth, prodding at the back of my throat.

I love running my tongue up the length of his hard cock, from base to tip... his eyes glued to me, his expression begging me to stop teasing him.

I love working his shaft with my hand and taking his balls in my mouth, sucking on one ball at a time, and then taking them both in my mouth, spreading his thighs apart with my hands and slipping my face down further, my tongue stretching to reach for his asshole.

I love listening and feeling for his reactions as I suck his cock.  Sometimes they're very subtle: the tensing of his body, his breath becoming slightly more labored, his cock twitching in my mouth.  However, sometimes they're more obvious: his eyes will roll back, his face will contort suddenly, almost an expression of pain, he'll let out a deep groan...  I can feel the blood pumping through his cock.  It's utterly arousing.

I love sliding down farther, letting his cock slip into my throat, fucking it.  I love when he laces his fingers through my hair, speeding up my pace, forcing my face down for long periods of time, making me gag on him.

I love when his eyes meet mine as I'm sucking on him and he mouths to me, "I love you."  I love when he whispers to me that I'm his little slut, that he knows I want his cock, orders me to gag on him...  I love it when he tells me I'm a good girl.  I love, I love, I love it when he tells me I'm "such a good girl."  I always react, grabbing at his ass, speeding up my pace, pulling him as far into my mouth as I can take him, my moans muffled by the cock stuffing my face.  I want so badly to please him.  I feel this strong pang of love and devotion.

I want to make him come instantly, but I want to just keep him in this never ending state of pleasure at the same time...  I want to feel his cum pumping into my mouth right away, I want to taste it, but I also don't want it to end.

Monday, July 5, 2010

Pictures.

As with most couples, we send each other photos when we are away from each other. However, while most couples will send photos of one another, we send photos that turn us on. Not specifically of each other. 

Today, I woke up and checked my e-mail. I had a nice little surprise waiting for me: 








Words can't express how much I love this girl, only the force of my thick cock ramming into her exploding pussy.

Wednesday, June 30, 2010

Handprint



Lucky me.

Tuesday, June 29, 2010

Without Words.

I push the doorbell.

I hear a faint ring coming from inside, followed by the sharp steps of heels hitting the wooden floor of her apartment.

This sound makes me question myself, "We weren't planning to do anything, were we?"

The door unlocks and she stands there in front of me.

I start at her feet, sure enough, she's wearing black heels. The black heels she typically wears to formal events. My gaze lifts, I notice the black stockings and my eagerness starts to set in. I look higher to find only a tight gray shirt with lace under the neck line. Nothing else.

Not a skirt, nor a dress, not even underwear. Only her perfect little pussy, waiting to be pleased.

I walk in, take her body in my arms and immediately kiss her. Our tongues starting to dance as one hand grips the back of her head and the other tightens on her bare ass.

Without a word I lead her into the dining room and bend her over the table, sweeping her paperwork aside. I push her down on the cold hard wood as I slip into her warm soft pussy. She lets out a moan and gasps for air. Her pussy wasn't ready for my cock just yet, it's tight walls squeezed against my hard shaft as I forced myself into her. I slowly gain speed and force as I slip in and out. My balls slapping against her clit. Even in her heels I notice that she manages to stand on her tip-toes. She lets my cock inside of her with such ease as she arches her back. She's so good to me. She's so good to my cock.

Without a word I flipped her over on the table. Put her legs above my shoulders and slid inside of her.

Without a word she latched onto my neck and I carried her into the bedroom. Slamming her down on my cock as I walked with her.

Without a word we continued. Only her moans and the slapping of skin broke the silence.

Without a word we came.

Without a word her pussy rested inside of my mouth as she kicked and convulsed to a stop.

Without a word my hot cum flowed down her face and into her mouth.

Without a word we lay together, our sweaty bodies holding onto each other.

Without a word, we said, "I love you."

Wednesday, June 23, 2010

e[lust] #16

Pretty neat to be included in this blog feed, as we've only been blogging such a short time.  If you scroll down, "Gagging her..." is listed under Erotic Writing.  Yipee.

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Monday, June 21, 2010

Deserves.


Z is going to get the fucking she deserves today and she knows it.

Sunday, June 20, 2010

S: "I MUST see you tomorrow"


"Must"

"Want"

"Need"

"I'm going to fuck you so god damned hard. Im tying you up. I'm spanking you. I'm fucking your ass. I'm coming all over you. Drenching you with my hot come. Then I'm fucking you again while we take a shower. Ramming into your soft, swollen, sore pussy. Be prepared."

"And then we see toy story! Have frozen yogurt. Go home. And do it again."


These are the text messages that woke me up this morning. I'm lucky I'm in love with my best friend.

Wednesday, June 16, 2010

This pussy.

This pussy

belongs to S.

And he has more than earned it. Do you see how wet I am? That's not boy-cum, those are pussy juices. Just one of countless times that he has licked, and fingered, and fucked me into a quivering mess.

My boy is so good to me. He always gives my pussy lots of attention with his fingers and his mouth, often times dropping to his knees in the middle of sex to lick and finger my pussy for a bit before sliding his cock back into me. He frequently makes me come this way. But it's not every day that he really takes his time, and I mean a long time, slowly getting me worked up, teasing my clit and my pussy, speeding up, but slowing back down before I come, drawing it out... He gave me such a decadent treat today.

I pulled him onto the bed. I was lying on my back and he settled in on top of me. I tried to bring him up higher so his face met mine, but he refused. Instead, he smiled and slid down further on my body. He unbuttoned my pants and peeled them back slightly, revealing the lace of my underwear. He pulled the top edge of those down as well and leaned down and kissed the spot he'd uncovered.

He motioned for me to raise my ass, and when I did, he pulled both my pants and my underwear down and off of me, tossing them aside. I was practically giddy, anticipating what was coming next. I needed him so bad.

He gently spread my legs and slid down further on the bed, positioning himself just right, his face inches away from my pussy. I could feel his breath on me. I was trembling. He looked at me, leaned in, and spat as the very top of my slit. I could feel his warm saliva dripping down over my clit, down to my asshole. He blew on my clit, the sensation heightened by the wetness.

Finally, he leaned in and licked me. It was a slow, soft lick with the flat of his tongue. He knows just how to get me started. That kind of a lick is irresistible. He licked me again, his tongue passing over my clit, sending shivers through my whole body. I melted.

I felt so relaxed, which is the nicest thing. Like it's a present. A gift to you, and you don't have to do anything but lie back and enjoy it. I can never tell exactly what he's doing the entire time he's eating my pussy—it's rather mystifying to me—but I could feel him sucking the flesh of my pussy into his mouth, flicking his tongue against my clit, circling it, letting me go again. Sucking me back into his mouth, releasing me. I could feel his teeth teasing around the skin surrounding my clit, gently grazing me, driving me wild.

My breathing was started to get heavier and more labored. I propped my head up, locking eyes with him, watching his tongue work so gently, lapping away at my pussy. I find that the softest licks get me the most frenzied. I'm not sure why this is. S has told me that when I fuck him slow, he wants to come sooner, and the reason is because, when we're going slow, he can feel every single ridge and detail inside of me, and everything is so heightened because of it. Maybe it's the same thing for me when he licks my pussy.

I always feel so overwhelmed with love when I stare into his eyes while he's eating my pussy. I can feel him pouring his heart into me. He wants so badly to please me, to make me happy, to make me come. He buries his face in my pussy, rubbing it all over his chin, his nose, his cheeks, sometimes as far up as his eyes, getting cream from my pussy all over. He'll reach his tongue inside of me, and bring it back up, showing me all the cream that my body's making, showing me what he does to me. He knows how much this turns me on. It makes me even wetter.

He swirls his tongue over my clit, back and forth, back and forth. He lifts my ass up, placing my legs over his shoulders, and slides his tongue down over my asshole, spreading my cheeks with his hands and forcing his tongue inside, tongue fucking me, then sliding his tongue back up over my clit. He sucks my pussy lips into his mouth, one at a time, then releases them, running his tongue down my thigh, leaving a trail of kisses as he works his way back up.

I honestly can't tell you how long this went on for. I was completely unaware of time. I was lost. It was overwhelming and so incredible. When he could tell I was getting close, he stopped, and sat up a bit, staring at my pussy. It was so swollen, my lips all plumped up, my clit protruding from between them. It was begging to be touched. I was aching. He pulled himself up a bit and kissed me on the mouth. I could taste myself on him.

I licked some of my juices off of his chin, and he lowered himself back down a bit and rubbed his face over my breasts, smearing what was left from my pussy on his face onto my body. He took my nipple in his mouth for a few moments, biting and sucking, before I gently laced my fingers through his hair, urging him back down.

He began lapping at my pussy again, speeding up, his licks becoming more urgent. He pulled back for a moment and brought his hand up to where I could see it. I watched him press three of his fingers together and lower them down between my legs. I held my breath. I needed this.

I was so wet by this point, he had no difficulty sliding all three fingers into me. I groaned. “OhhmyGod...” When he tongue hit my clit again, I was gone. He pumped his fingers slowly out and back into me, his tongue flicking back and forth over my clit. I've always loved it when he fingers me fast and hard, and he knows this, but for some reason, the slow finger-fucking was really getting to me... It reminded me of why he says he likes fucking me slow. I could feel every detail of his fingers, I was so stimulated, it was overwhelming... He started to speed up, and I asked him to keep going slow. All of a sudden, I was right there. I took a deep breath... and I came, hard. I started screaming, and he kept right on finger-fucking me with a slow and steady rhythm, and licking me, and I kept coming and coming for what felt like such a long time...

Finally, at my prompting, he slowed down. I was spent, and shaking, and so filled with adoration for that boy. My boy. I brought him up to kiss me. I think I must have been smiling from ear to ear. I'm so damn lucky.

Tuesday, June 15, 2010

Breakfast


Whenever I stay over at her house, I know that the first thing she wants in the morning is a nice large sausage with a lot of gravy.

Sunday, June 13, 2010

I win.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and started slowly backing up, pulling him along with me. “What are you doing?” he asked.

“Inching you away from the door.”

He laughed. “Are you seriously?”

“I can see you moving closer to it.”

Upon his arrival (due to complications that arose with traffic), he informed me that he could only stay 5 minutes. I pouted for most of them, and somewhere along the line decided to try my luck and his temper.

I kissed him. He smiled, but kept trying to pull away. “Babe, I have to go.” We both knew that if he stayed much longer, he'd run the risk of hitting more bad traffic.

He escaped from my grasp, and I raced to the door, trying to beat him there. I jumped on him, or he grabbed me, and we both began grasping for the lock, struggling against each other. I kept pushing him away, kicking, and after a bit of wrestling, I finally found my footing. I gave him a big shove away from the door.

He smiled. “What are you doing?”

I bullied him over to the couch and forced him to sit. I straddled him and leaned down to kiss him. He couldn't stop laughing. “What's so funny?” I asked. I kissed him again, and this time he sank into it.

“This isn't fair...” he bemoaned.

“Why not?”

His hands floated up to my waist, gripping my body, tugging at the bottom edge of my shirt.

“Because I can't control what my hands do.”

With that, he lifted my shirt up over my head and tossed it aside. I smiled, and reached behind and unhooked my bra, tossing it aside as well.

“Stop it!”

“I'm not doing anything.” I blinked at him innocently.

“You're sitting there... with your boobs in my face.” His words were becoming disjointed. He looked at my face, looked down to my chest. I sat up tall and pressed them together in his face. He looked up at me once more before leaning in and very swiftly taking one of my breasts in his mouth, sucking and biting my nipple, eyes closed. I let out a small moan, grinding a bit on his lap, pressing my chest further into his face. He released my nipple and latched on to the other one, sucking furiously, looking up at my with adoring eyes.

He closed his eyes again, and it seems, in that moment, snapped back to reality. He pushed me off once again and attempted standing properly, but my legs were wrapped tightly around his waist. He tried to pull away, but I kept pulling him down toward me. With each of his attempts at escaping, I gave a hard pull with my legs and managed to reach up and undo one of the buttons on his shirt. With one swift motion, then, I was able to open his entire button-fly.

“I win.”

His pants fell to his knees, and I stood, shoving him out of the room, down the hallway, through my bedroom door. His pants now around his ankles, he couldn't walk properly, and there was nothing he could do. I pushed him down onto the bed so he lay on his back. I got up on the bed with him, one knee on each side of his body, straddling his stomach. I held his hands above his head and kissed him. After a few moments, I started working my way down his body, my kisses trailing a line down his stomach, reaching the top of his underwear.

“OhmyGod...” he muttered under his breath. I think at this point he knew he was a goner.

I tugged his underwear down past his ass, finally exposing his cock. For all the boy's resisting, his cock always gave him away. It was hard, and thick, and expectant, precum glistening on the tip. If I hadn't already been so set on having the boy, I'd have then reached the point of no return myself.

I dropped to my knees and took him in my mouth. His cock is always so warm and so smooth. I can feel the need exuding from his body, even if he refuses to admit it. I slid my mouth all the way down, my face grinding into his pubic bone, and slid back up again, relishing the feeling of his skin. Like velvet.

I slid up and down, gaining speed, swirling my tongue around the head, sliding back down again. I took him deep in my throat. All that could be heard was panting and slurping. He was totally lost.

I reached my hands down to my fly. “You are not taking off your pants,” he ordered. I let his cock slip out of my mouth. “Yes, I am.”

I took his cock back in my mouth, and raised my bottom, slipping my pants off, sucking on him all the while, not missing a beat. I let him go, and stood up in front of him, clad in nothing but a thong. I stared at him defiantly and reached down, slipping that off as well. I stood in front of him, naked, watching him. Lying there. Vulnerable.

“Well, are you going to fuck me, or aren't you?” Like he had to ask.

Saturday, June 12, 2010

In The Middle of Public


I get to see my girl today, at a public gathering. I ponder to myself, wondering what she will wear. It's a sunny day so I can only hope it's a dress. So that when I take her into more discrete area I can bend her over like the little slut that she is, pull down her thong, unbuckle my pants and stick my warm, hard cock into her juicy little cunt.

Wednesday, June 9, 2010

Gagging her...


After fucking her for so long I can see that her pale skin has a pinkish hue I’ve come to expect during encounters like these.

I take her body. Her warm, soft skin, gripping it under my hands. Flipping her about. Flipping her around like a rag doll on her white comforter. Her beautiful brown eyes widening with every turn of her body, a look of fear is in her eyes. She knows right not that she’s not my girl. She’s no one. Not the girl I’ve loved for three years but rather she knows she’s a toy. My toy. An object for me to do with as I please. She knows this; she knows there are many times I treat her as such and she enjoys it.

I flip her body so that she lay on her back. I walk over to the side of the bed and I drag her off, just enough that her head is dangling over the edge. She waits expectantly as I lean over her body and begin playing with her swollen, warm clit, already sore from the fucking that she’s endured.

My balls rest on her neck as I rub her. Her moans escalating from a soft whimper to a loud scream within seconds.

I grab my cock, begging for her mouth. I rub my cock, along her lips. The pre-cum flowing out, giving her a taste as she licks her lips. Her soft lips, her warm body, they beg for me.

She opens her mouth, her tongue reaching out, waiting like an impatient dog for her bone. I play with her, teasing her, making her want my cock inside of her warm and inviting mouth. She wants it because it’s her cock, her thick, hard cock.

After I feel that she’s suffered enough, I indulge her. Forcing my beating cock past her mouth and into the back of her throat.
I hold myself there and enjoy the feeling of making her body squirm. Gagging my girl. Her body starts to convulse as I bring myself back to her lips, she gasps for air as the saliva strings from my cock to her mouth, but before she has a moment to collect herself I ram into her throat again.

Pounding into it, fucking it, hitting the back of her throat like it’s her wet pussy.

I start flicking her clit whilst sliding in and out. Her hands gripping around my ass, clawing at my back.

Her moans get louder and louder with each flick and thrust. She screams. The scream of a muffled girl, crying for help. I can tell it’s painful but it doesn’t matter. I continue at her pussy, which is getting more and more swollen with each touch. Her juices flowing out of her, seeping onto the comforter below. I continue until her body tenses up and her moans disappear, she’s about to come.

Flick. Flick. Flick. Flick.

She screams. My cock still choking her. Her hands flailing. Her body moving up and down. Her muted moans dwindling away as she forces me out of her mouth. Coughing, gasping for air as I continue to softly rub on her pussy. I look down to see her head almost purple.

My beautiful little slut deserves a break, so I begin to move away, but before I can she starts kissing her cock, forcing it back into her mouth and starts moaning again.

That’s my girl.

Tuesday, June 8, 2010

S Calling

I woke up to my cell phone ringing. It said “S Calling.” I think I was pretty much asleep during the conversation, because I remember no details except for him asking if I was busy around noon, and saying that he'd like to come see me. I told him I was not busy and that I'd love to see him. He chuckled at how groggy I sounded and told me to go back to sleep, so I hung up the phone, and curled back up under my covers. About 30 minutes later, I received the following text: “Fuck it, I'm coming over within the hour. Deal with it. I want to fuck you. You better wear some lingerie.” Good boy. I promptly got out of bed.