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Thursday, May 27, 2010

FFF: Aztec Ritual


"I get to be the warrior queen this time. I was the slave girl last time!"

"You were not!"

It was time for me to step in and stop the bickering. I enjoyed my job as chief curator of the Mexico City Antiquities Museum, and after-hours with my young assistants was the best part of the job.

I said firmly, "Carmina, you’re the slave girl tonight. Now go, both of you, get ready."

Ten minutes later we were in the Aztec Hall. Carmina knelt at my feet and looked up expectantly, while Maria lounged on the animal skin rug. All three of us were naked except for the ceremonial jewelry.

She reached for me, but I nodded "No."

"Serve the queen first. Get her ready for me."

The challenge this week was: 122-128 words.
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Wednesday, May 26, 2010

A Taste of Honey

You lift your hips, helping me take your pajama bottoms off as you lay on the bed. Kneeling at your feet, I toss them to the floor, then I spread your legs and move in between them. I get close...my hands on your calves, then behind your knees, then on your thighs. Your skin is warm and soft, and I guide your legs further apart.

The sight of your pussy always makes my heart skip a beat. The trimmed reddish bush...the outer lips slightly parted, showing me how wet you are with anticipation...the lustful smile on your face as you look down at me. You know I'm going to pleasure you until you beg me for mercy. Settle back and enjoy, there's all the time in the world.

My hands move up your thighs, stroking gently...almost touching your pussy, but not quite. You squirm in frustration, and I finally stroke you as lightly as possible...just barely touching you...spreading your lips and touching your clit for the first time. I gently trace small circles around it, then give your whole pubic area a light circular massage. You spread wider, giving me free access, and I watch your reactions for a minute...and then decide I have to taste you.

You look down when I stop the massage, and watch my face moving closer...closer...so close you can feel my breath on your pussy. I hear your intake of breath as my tongue finally flicks out and slides between your pussy lips. I lick slowly up and down, tasting your sweet juices. I work my way up to your clit...licking it slowly and teasingly. Then I slide my tongue down, pushing it as deep as I can get into you.

You're writhing under me...hands on my head to hold me in place. But I won't be rushed. I vary the pressure from the slowest, lightest touches of my tongue to full-scale assault...then I back off again to slow gentle licks.

You're moaning and gasping...letting me know that you're on your way to a climax...so I slow down...backing off...teasing you. I bring you back toward the edge of climax, but I back off again...not letting you go over. You groan, "Noooo...." when I back off one more time, but you know we'll get there eventually.

I bring you back up...ever so slowly...increasing the pressure of my tongue...licking up and down, then side to side...circling your clit with my tongue...finally sucking your sensitive bud into my mouth as I slide my middle finger into your soaking wet snatch.

That pushes you over the edge, as I knew it would, and you scream out in pleasure as your orgasm hits you. You gush more sweetness onto my tongue, and I feel your muscles squeezing my finger relentlessly. Still sucking your clit, I lighten the pressure as your orgasm continues, then starts to subside. I lighten the pressure more as you come down, until my tongue is just touching your spread pussy...not moving, but you can still feel the wet contact.

You give a deep sigh, and finally muster the energy to tell me that I've slain you...that you're completely used up. But you see me come to my knees, my cock rock hard and throbbing, and you know that's not true...that we've just begun.

Tuesday, May 25, 2010

e[lust] #14


photo courtesy of Lila


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Answers with an Agenda 1- Fisting - Once you’ve gotten started using two fingers for a bit, then it is time to build until four fingers are sliding in and out of the person, and you are on your way.

Gagged - I think it’s got to be a combination… fingers sliding into your cunt, a merciless tease of your clit, and yes, it’s going to have to be, lining my cock up with your ass.

Mine - I feel you stir beneath me as I create a rhythm, your breathing changing growing more shallow as you slip from sleep into arousal. My eyes lift to yours as you smile and try to move your arms and then freeze.

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Puppet Master - When I was right next to them and they still did not notice, I put my lips to his ear (loud music, you know) and whispered “Touch her boobs, I bet she’d like that” and I backed up a foot.

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Shaping Some Limits - “If you ever did that to me, I promise you would never see me again”.Those words were spoken to me this past weekend by my pet during one of our overnight dates. The subject was face slapping.

See also: Pleasurists #77 for all your sex toy review needs.


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Kink & Fetish

12 Licks of the Tawse
A Canvas for Pain
Best Friends
Fetish: What's Yours?
Needles and Cock Choking
One Couple's Journey into Kink, part 2
Pieces of Skin and Bone
Please hurt me unbearably, you fucking fucker!
Ssssh…
The Taskmaster's Whip

Thoughts & Advice on Sex & Relationships

A (Short) Ode to Uncut Cocks
Compersive Vanillas?
How Fear can Lead to Understanding and Trust
I am not a rapist...
Mother's Day Gift
On threesomes
On Friendship
Playing Nice On The Swingset
Tyler and Holly Give Swing Clubs Another Chance
The Virgin in the Family/Do Not Enter
third person
Whacking For America

Erotic Writing

26 minutes
A Request For Help
Are you willing, Are You?
A Squirting Experience
All Dressed Up - The Party ....part 2
Beginning
Book Orgasm
Dhanurasana
Flesh for Fantasy
Filled
Getting Lost in the Forest
Guest Post: Truck
Go Habs Go Domme Style
hotel window
How Do I Find You Sexy?
I'll Be Waiting
Jim and Lisa
Keeping It In The Family
Mind the Gap
My Sluttiest Moment
My First Blowjob
Me, Myself & My Clit
Not Tonight Dear, I've Got A Headache (Part 2)
Pure, Unadulterated Desire
Predatory
rhythm
Something Different
slumber interruptis
therapy session #1
Wanton Wednesday- Fuck-toy
Wednesday Night Blues

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A Wolf in Sheep's Clothing
Eden Fantasys Newbie Help Guide
What the fuck, EdenFantasys?
Workshops and More at the ALCC

Thursday, May 20, 2010

Toxic

I'm feeling pent-up, to the point of being toxic. It's been too long...way too long....

I'm dangerous to be around in this state...all carnal energy, desperate for an outlet, desperate for relief from this building pressure. I feel electric, unstoppable...and I'm going to find an outlet.

If a girl wasn't careful, she could get taken - hard. There's a time for sweet sensual love-making, but this isn't it. This is the time for raw, urgent, animalistic fucking...putting you in the position I want you...taking you without mercy.

Don't say I didn't warn you.

Tuesday, May 18, 2010

Windows to the Soul

The eyes are truly the windows to the soul, and never so much as in intimate moments. Deep eye contact locks me to you, and makes the connection so much more intense. I want to look into your eyes and read your feelings. The erotic sensations are almost overwhelming..our bodies pressed tightly together...hips grinding...my cock spreading your pussy open as I thrust into you. And as good as that feels, to move back a few inches and look into your eyes makes it so much better. Show me with your eyes how good it feels....

Of course, this requires that at least some lights be left on, which is always my preference. All of the senses are delicious in their own way, but I definitely feel that something major is lost when I can't see what's going on. I'm a visual glutton in general...I want to watch everything. I want to look into your eyes, but I also want to watch your breasts bounce as I slam into you, and I want to glance down and watch my hard cock spreading your pussy lips and sliding inch-by-inch into you. And I may close my eyes to better focus on the other sensations...the feel of you, or the sounds we make. But my gaze will always come back to your eyes and lock there.

There's only one rival to the face-to-face eye contact, and that's when you look up to meet my eye while you're sucking my cock. You look up questioningly, wanting to know if you're doing a good job, and if I'm enjoying it. There's so much you can tell me with that glance...how much you love giving me head, how good my cock feels in your mouth.... The sight of you closing your eyes as you try to relax your throat to take me deeper...then coming up to lick and suck my head...then going down again, bobbing your head up and down on my hard shaft...then looking up at me with a smile to see the pleasure on my face. Mmmmm, that's sooooo good....

The very best, of course, is watching you cum. I can tell when you're getting close, and you know I love bringing you close to the edge, but not letting you go over. Finally I drive you past the point of no return, and I tell you sharply to open your eyes and look at me. My eyes bore into you, and the connection is almost overpowering. I can see the pleasure I'm giving you, and the loss of control as you go over the edge. I growl, "stay with me, baby" as waves of pleasure wash over you. I can see the struggle in your eyes, as you try your best to stay with me. Such a deep and intimate connection. So good...so very good.

Thursday, May 13, 2010

FFF: Elementary


Holmes never missed a thing. "Watson, I believe you're fucking the evidence clerk at Scotland Yard."

I was amazed. "Holmes, how can you tell?"

"Elementary," she said. "That faint ring of red at the base of your cock matches her lipstick. I know I can't swallow that much of your length. Plus, your beard smells of her pussy."

I pondered this. "But Holmes, how do *you* know the smell of her pussy?"

She blushed and gave me self-satisfied grin. I laughed out loud. "What do you say I bring the little slut back here, and we can both have our way with her?"

The challenge this week was: 60-120 words.
Go see Panser's Lair to see who else is participating!

Jim and Lisa (Finale)

God it felt fantastic. I had her bent over the arm of the loveseat, my hands firmly grasped her hips, and my cock was buried balls-deep in her silky wet snatch. My hips ground into her, trying to get a fraction of an inch deeper. A continuous low moan of pleasure was coming from her.

I slowly withdrew, watching my cock slide out of her, wet and coated with her juices. When I saw the head of my cock appear, I thrust slowly in again. Her pussy was like butter...hot, warm, wet, welcoming.... I started fucking her with a slow rhythm...long slow strokes...giving her every inch of my cock with every thrust. I felt her pushing back into me...meeting my thrusts with thrusts of her own. Her moans quickly became faster and higher-pitched, and I knew she was building to a big orgasm.

I firmly grasped her pony-tail in my right hand and lifted her to a more vertical position. My lips went to her neck and my hands wrapped around and cupped her tits. I fucked her harder while twisting and pinching her nipples. I felt her build to a climax, and she went over the top intensely and noisily...her whole body clenching, her pussy squeezing my cock.

I knew I couldn't last too much longer, and I needed to really pound her. I bent her fully over the loveseat and really started to plow her. My hands held her hips in place as I savagely thrust into her. She was so wet that my balls and thighs were soaked with her juices, and each thrust made a loud squishy slurping sound. Each hard thrust made her tits bounce wildly. I was aware that I was grunting like a bull...our hips slamming together again and again.

I felt the tingle in my balls, and knew I couldn't hold off any longer. I thrust into her violently one last time, then held her there, grinding into her, my cock completely buried, as my orgasm started. I cried out as my cock started spurting, and she screamed in another orgasm as she felt my load shooting into her. My balls were full, and I knew I was shooting ropes of hot cum deep into her hot pussy.

We stayed frozen in place as I finally stopped spurting. I stay hard and only go down slowly after I cum, and I just stayed there inside her, reveling in the feel of her hot pussy massaging me. I pulled her upright again, my cock still buried in her, and wrapped my arms around her. I turned her head to me and kissed her deeply. Breaking the kiss, I looked over at Jim, who looked like a man oddly satisfied.

Making eye contact, I said to him, "She's a fantastic fuck."

Jim and Lisa (Part 4)

The look on her face was a mix of shock and arousal. The ice water made the tank-top deliciously transparent, and her nipples looked, if possible, even thicker and harder than before. Jim was grinning and looking like he hadn't expected that.

I turned her to face him and moved behind her again. Speaking to Jim, "I think I should get her out of these wet clothes." I grabbed the bottom of her tank-top and peeled it over her head, then slid her panties down her legs and off. She started to turn toward me, but I held her in place, facing away from me at the side of the loveseat and toward Jim. I took off my shirt and used it to blot some of the cold water from her body. I tossed my shirt aside, then quickly stepped out of the rest of my clothes, and moved in behind her and held her close.

The contrast of my warm hands and body against her cold skin felt great. My body pressed into hers, and I could feel her pressing back into me. My cock was raging hard, and pressed into the small of her back. She scooted up on her tip-toes to feel my length with her ass cheeks, and I bent my knees slightly and pressed my cock between her cool cheeks. But I held her there, wanting to explore her body more...prolonging the tease.

My hands wrapped around her, moving to her tits again. They were heavy in my hands, and I kneaded them firmly. She moaned out loud when I touched her nipples, and I pinched, stretched, and twisted them with increasing roughness. I badly wanted to suck them, but I liked this position behind her, and wanted to put on a show for Jim.

I continued caressing her body, trying to feel every inch of her soft skin. My hands wandered down her belly...lower...lower...until I finally felt her soft bush. My lips moved again to the side of her neck...kissing and sucking, as my fingers moved down to her pussy. She moaned out loud again as I spread her lips and slid a finger up and down her slit. She was soaked, and I easily slid up and down. When I moved up to her clit and circled it slowly, her whole body clenched in orgasm, and a gush of juice coated my fingers.

I continued to finger her slowly. Her moans were non-stop now, and her ass wouldn't stop wiggling against my cock. I talked to Jim again. "She really is a hot little number."

I got two fingers good and slick with her pussy juice, then brought them to her mouth. She opened, but instead of sliding my fingers in, I traced her lips with her juice. Then I pushed my fingers into her pussy for the first time. She moaned as if another orgasm was imminent, but I pulled my fingers out and moved them back to her mouth. She opened again, and this time I slid them in. She sucked hungrily, tasting herself...licking and sucking my fingers, trying to get every drop of her honey.

I wanted a taste too, but I wanted it from her lips. I coated my fingers again, and smeared it on her lips. Then I turned her head and kissed her hard from behind. I thrust my tongue into her mouth, tasting pussy on her lips. I licked her lips, then thrust my tongue into her open mouth again.

She was frantic with need, and I couldn't wait much longer either. I bent her over the arm of the loveseat. She braced herslf with her hands as I spread her legs. I teased her...sliding my cock up and down slowly between her ass cheeks. She was making desperate whimpering sounds, and arched her back further, spreading herself open and presenting herself to me.

My cock was as hard as steel, and I moved my head to her slick pussy. She groaned with pleasure as she felt my cock-head nestle in between her pussy lips. She tried to thrust back into me, but I held her firmly in place. I spoke again to Jim, who had a kind of dazed smile on his face. "She really has a hot little pussy."

She was moaning in frustration, and the air was thick with anticipation. I could feel my cock-head between her slippery lips, and one little thrust of my hips would push my shaft inside her. I held her hips firmly and spoke to her. "I'm going to fuck you."

Desperately, "God, yes."

Waiting...almost....just one more second....

"Please, please...please fuck me."

I pushed forward with my hips, watching giddily as the head of my cock stretched her pussy lips wide and slid inside her...inch after inch of my shaft pushing in. We both moaned loud and long as I penetrated her slick pussy....thrusting...thusting...until I was balls deep inside her....

(Continued here.)

Wednesday, May 12, 2010

Jim and Lisa (Part 3)

She reached behind her and unsnapped it, then brought out a white lacy bra through the arm-hole of her white tank-top. She dropped it behind her onto the loveseat and faced me expectantly. The only thing I could think was, "Wow!" Her breasts were big and full, low on her chest, pressing against the tank-top. Her nipples were poking obscenely through the thin material. I was breathless and speechless and stood there admiring her for a few moments. Then I regained my composure, turned her back to face Jim, and moved behind her.

My hands started at her waist and moved up, staying on the outside of her shirt...slowly up...until I was cupping those big round tits in my hands. She moaned softly when I squeezed them, and again when I took her nipples between my thumb and finger. They were long, thick, and hard, and she went crazy when I started to play with them. She ground her ass back into my cock, which was erect and throbbing, but I held her firmly in place - it was going to be a while before she was getting that.

My hands moved under the tank-top, squeezing her tits hard and playing with her hard nipples. I rolled them between my fingers, and pinched them...first gently, then harder. She moaned out loud, so I pinched them harder still.

I brought my attention back to Jim, who gave me a nod of encouragement. I spoke to him again, prolonging the tease, as I continued tweaking her nipples. "She really loves nipple play, doesn't she?" He smiled and nodded.

I continued stroking her from behind, and moved my lips to the side of her neck. She moaned, "Oh god, yes..." as I kissed and sucked on her neck, rolling and pinching her nipples all the while. Her breathing was getting heavier, and I think I could have made her cum from nipple play alone, but I didn't want to take her over the edge yet.

I released her and whispered in her ear, "Take your shorts off." She unbuttoned and unzipped her khaki shorts and they fell to the floor. She kicked them away, and turned to face me. She was wearing white lace bikini panties, and that and the tank-top were all she had on. I stood there and drank her in...a smile coming to my face as I saw what a state of sexual need she was in. She could hardly contain her anticipation as to what would be next, and I let her squirm there for another long moment.

I finally broke the silence. "A glass of ice water, please."

She walked over to the bar, put some ice cubes in a glass, then filled it with water. She came back and handed it to me, fairly trembling with excitement. I took the glass, and she stood there, wondering what I was going to do. I couldn't take my eyes off her hard nipples poking through her tank-top. She blushed and looked down. I put my hand under her chin and lifted it, saying firmly, "Look at me."

She gasped out loud as I deliberately emptied the glass of ice water on her tank-top.

(Continued here.)

Tuesday, May 11, 2010

Jim and Lisa (Part 2)

Oh yes, I was definitely going to proceed...but how? The thought also struck me that while I now knew their plan, Jim didn't know that I knew. Also, I hadn't responded to Lisa one way or the other, so she didn't know what I was thinking. But I certainly didn't know the entire background, and felt the need to tread very gingerly and make sure everyone was okay at every point.

I was sitting at one end of a loveseat, Jim was sitting back in a comfy chair opposite me, and Lisa was getting beers from the bar fridge. She handed Jim a beer, then walked over to me. As she was about to hand me a beer, my phone buzzed with a message. I fumbled with my phone, looked up at her and said, "Wait a second." Meaning that I couldn't take the beer bottle from her until I put my phone down. But she flinched slightly and stood frozen right there, standing at the side of the love seat.

My mind reeled again, still half-disbelieving, even after our short exchange while Jim was in the bathroom. She was literally doing what I told her to do. I looked at Jim, but he was expressionless. More than anything, I wanted to know what was going through my friend's head. If I had picked up the slightest air of resistance, discomfort, or jealousy from either of them, I would have stopped it cold. But all I could pick up was anticipation, and it was a huge rush to know that she was waiting for my requests, so I continued.

"You have a beautiful wife." This was addressed to Jim...talking to him as if it was just the two of us...as if she wasn't standing next to me, waiting for my next word or action.

He smiled and nodded his agreement, but not speaking. I understood I was to continue. I turned my head to look at her, appraising her like I would if Jim asked me what I thought of his new car or new golf clubs. I nodded appreciatively. "Damn sexy too."

She was looking down, but I could see her blush. I reached over to touch her leg...my hand touching just above her ankle, and stroking upwards to her calf. Her skin was soft and warm to the touch. There was nothing overtly sexual in my touch, but we all knew that a boundary had been crossed. I heard her breathing quicken slightly, and I could feel her quivering. She knew she hadn't been given permission to move.

I was still speaking to Jim. "You're a lucky man...." Another nod of agreement and smile of encouragement. I was still seated...caressing both her legs from the ankle to above the knee. A few more moments passed in silence. I was ready to take things further, but I wanted to tease them both...and myself as well.

I stood up and moved behind her, putting my hands on her waist...still a slight distance between us. She was facing the arm of the loveseat, and Jim was sitting opposite. I was a full head taller than her and could smell the flowery scent of her hair.

Still talking to Jim, "She really has an amazing body...." Another nod of encouragement from him. My hands carressed her waist, and she leaned back into me, so my chest was now pressed into her back.

"Fantastic tits." She stifled a soft moan at hearing this, and pressed back harder into me. I was tempted to move my hands up from her waist and cup them, but I didn't want to feel them through her bra. I spun her around to face me, moved back a step, and finally addressed her.

"Take off your bra."

(Continued here.)

Jim and Lisa (Part 1)

Jim and I were friends from way back. Now that we were family men, we didn't see as much of each other as we used to "back in the day", but we still got together when we could, and sometimes with the wives, who got along well. I knew his wife, Lisa, almost as long as I'd known Jim. She was sweet and bubbly, very devoted to Jim and their kids, and still quite attractive in her early 40's.

The two of us were out golfing one hot Sunday afternoon, when he said, "You know, Lisa likes you." I wasn't sure what he meant, or how to respond, and I finally managed to get out that I liked her too. Which of course I did. He let it drop there, but I had the feeling there was something more he wanted to say.

We had never really discussed the intimate details of our marriages, and my mind was spinning with ideas of what he might have meant. I not only liked his wife, I admit to enjoying the occasional fantasy of what she might be like in bed. She was what we used to call "short and stacked" - short, curvy, and busty - and she had something of a sensual "Earth mother" aura about her that I found very appealing.

After our round, he invited me back to his house for a beer - which sounded great. I also wondered if he would follow up on his statement from the golf course. When we arrived, I was surprised by the silent house. He said the kids were out at a soccer tournament, and Lisa was probaby out back gardening. He shouted that we were home, and we went downstairs to his basement, which he has finished into a nice little bar and rec area.

We had just gotten downstairs we when heard footsteps at the top of the stairs. She called out a greeting and came down, greeting us each with a warm hug. She had obviously been gardening, and looked great in khaki shorts and a white tank-top, her shoulder-length dark hair pulled back in a pony-tail - and she looked all the better for being slightly mussed and sweaty. Jim asked if she would get him a beer, and then asked me what she could get me. I said a beer would be fine, and he made a joke to Lisa about treating me right, as their guest. She returned with the beers, and told me with a smile to please let her know if there was anything she could do for me.

Interesting choices of words from both of them...and something wasn't quite normal - she was nervous about something, and trying not to let it show. If Jim hadn't said what he said on the golf course, I wouldn't have thought twice about these exchanges in the basement. But now there seemed to be a subtext, and I was trying to figure out if something was actually going on, or if my active imagination was a bit overactive. I didn't want to be wrong, and say or do something inappropriate, but I was highly tuned to every word and motion.

She had a beer for herself, and sat talking with us. I became more certain that something was going on - she kept giving Jim subtle sideways glances, as if waiting for a cue from him. When Jim got up to use the bathroom, I decided I would ask her directly. As soon as he closed the bathroom door I turned to her and asked, "What's going on?"

If she had said "Nothing," or acted confused, I would have let it drop. But she caved. "We were hoping... Jim thought.... We thought...."

I talked low and quickly, wanting to figure out what was going on before Jim came back out of the bathroom. "You want me to join the two of you in bed?"

"No, just me. Jim wants to watch." My mind reeled. But then I thought that maybe he was putting her up to this. I wasn't interested unless she wanted it.

"You want this?"

"Yes, very much." And she averted her gaze and blushed a bright pink.

We heard the toilet flush. She hurriedly whispered, "Take, don't ask," as she got up to get another round of beers.

I was stunned and had a lot of questions, but the opening of the bathroom door brought me back to the present. A wave of adrenaline washed over me. I was very aroused, but still trying to make sense of it. I was going to proceed, but very slowly and carefully.

(Continued here.)

Sunday, May 9, 2010

Pinned

We both groan as I slide into your warm wetness. I love the feel of my body on top of yours, full skin-on-skin contact. My cock is rock hard, and slowly penetrates you as my hips push forward...inch by inch pushing further into your depths. Finally I'm completely in...balls deep...and the feel of your pussy squeezing the base of my cock is exquisite. I stay there motionless for some time, just feeling the sensations of our bodies locked together.

I slowly withdraw, then just as slowly push in again. You're so wet that my thickness slides easily in. Your legs spread even wider, and I lift your hands over your head as I thrust. I take your hands in mine, intertwining our fingers, and hold your arms firmly above your head. You're pinned now...wide open under me. My mouth finds yours, and I push my tongue into your open mouth as I start to fuck you with a little more urgency.

You're making small whimpering sounds as my cock makes each thrust into you...pinned to the bed underneath me. But even though I have your body pinned, your hips can move, and they're telling me you want everything I have. That's perfect - I feel like a beast...like I can last all night...fuck you until you beg me for mercy. And that's exactly what I'm going to do.

I take it up another gear, fucking you harder and faster. You respond instantly, meeting each thrust, still demanding more. I can tell by your sounds and movements that it won't be long until your first orgasm of the night, and I'm going to make it a good one. I stretch your arms out a little tighter over your head, reminding you that you're powerless underneath me. I kick it up one more gear...fucking you frantically...my cock pistoning in and out of your spasming pussy. I feel you go over the edge, your voice in my ear..."Oh god oh god oh god oh god...." That's music to my ears, and I don't relent until I feel you start to come down...then I slow down to the slowest, gentlest pace possible...giving you a moment to recover.

You finally recover your wits enough to say "You're wicked." I can only smile in agreement, because I know it's true...and because you know that I'm just getting started.

Thursday, May 6, 2010

FFF: Still Life with Fruit Basket


Life modeling was a good way to make some extra money, and I admit I enjoyed it. And the private sessions with her quickly turned into a “modeling with benefits” relationship.

During a rest break, I teased her that I’m not quite as long as this banana, but I’m just as thick. With a smirk, she slid the banana into her mouth, then withdrew it. My hand wrapped in her hair as I drew her to my cock, her mouth open and eager.

The challenge this week was: 63-83 words.
Go see Panser's Lair to see who else is participating!

Tuesday, May 4, 2010

Drinking from a Fire Hose

I laid back on the bed last night, head comfortably on the pillow, holding her closely as she snuggled into my wing. I was absent-mindedly stroking my cock, and she noticed, and then started stroking along with me. Her soft hand felt better than mine, and she took over, slowly and softly stroking. I was fully erect in no time, and she leaned down and took me in her mouth.

One of my hands wrapped in her hair, guiding her up and down as she bobbed on my cock. She licked up and down the underside, then took me back in her mouth, openng her throat and taking more of me in. Then back up towards the head, paying special attention to that sensitive spot on the underside. It felt phenomenal (as it always does!,) and I knew I wouldn't be able to last long.

I listened to her soft hums of pleasure as my cock slid in and out of her lips. I could feel the tell-tale tingle at the base of my balls that meant an orgasm was imminent, and groaned loudly to give her notice. And then I was past the point of no return, waves of exquisite pleasure washing over me, my body tensing, cock spurting...and spurting...and spurting some more. It had probably been close to a week since my last orgasm (which is way way *way* longer than my norm,) and my balls were full to bursting.

She tried to swallow...gulping...gulping...then gagging and coughing as my load kept coming. I held her in place until the last waves were done, then she went to the nightstand drawer for a towel, and laughingly asked me what the hell that was?! There was cum everywhere, including a significant amount in her freshly-washed hair. Cleanup didn't take too long, and we couldn't resist the obvious jokes about cream rinse.

I guess the lesson is, don't let me go a week, or things may become unmanageable.