Wednesday, June 30, 2010


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

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Monday, June 21, 2010


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

Sunday, June 20, 2010

S: "I MUST see you tomorrow"




"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


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.