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Monday, August 30, 2010

Too Much....

Actual snippet of conversation from this past weekend.

"This isn't lovemaking. You're *taking* me." This in a tone of mock surprise, as if you've just realized what's happening.

I agree, laughing my evil laugh. I'm on top of you, holding your arms high above your head, pounding your tight little pussy hard and fast. I stretch your arms slightly higher, spreading you wider underneath me. You feel the weight of my body on you, and my tongue pushes deep in your mouth.

More mock outrage. "You are, you're taking me. I can't move."

Another evil laugh rumbles from my throat. Protest all you want, I know you wouldn't have it any other way.

I thrust hard, pushing my cock deep into you, and I hold myself there, balls deep in your tight wet snatch. I grind into you...drilling you to the bed...trying to get a fraction of an inch deeper.

You gasp. "That's too much cock!"

I laugh incredulously. "Too much cock?"

You gasp again. "Too much cock! What am I supposed to do with all that?!?"

I grin my evil grin. "You're already doing it. You're supposed to spread wide and take it."

As if you didn't know.

Monday, August 23, 2010

Head Game

I lay back on the bed and guide your head to my cock. You tease me that I'm still like a teenage boy - already fully erect from the anticipation. I laugh, knowing it's true...then groan softly as you take my cock into your mouth. You start sucking, slowly bobbing up and down on my thick shaft. But I have a game in mind tonight.

As you come up to the head, I wrap my thumb and forefinger around my shaft right below the head. This makes a ring, and limits how much you can take in. You groan in frustration and your lips push against my hand, but I'm not letting you take any more. You suck my cock-head hard, and I feel your tongue lashing around it.

I lower my hand an inch down my shaft, and you immediately take in all I'm giving you. You bob up and down on the first inch of my cock...your lips pressing against the ring of my fingers. I lower the ring another inch...and then another. Each time your lips immediately hit the limit of my fingers. My right hand moves to the back of your head and my fingers wrap in your hair. I guide you up and down...pushing you down...filling your mouth with my hard cock.

I lower the ring of my fingers another inch, and now the game becomes "how much can you take?" I feel you open your throat, and your lips easily push up against my fingers. I relax back into the bed and savor every sensation. This feels amazing, and I know you want more. I lower my fingers another inch, and I can feel you straining to take me in. Your lips barely touch my fingers, and I think we've reached the limit. Sure enough, when I lower my fingers another half inch, your lips can't reach.

I raise my fingers an inch, and now you can take me in comfortably, and I let you suck my cock...your lips gliding up and down my shaft. Then I release the ring of my thumb and finger, and release my hand from the back of your head. You continue sucking, knowing this game is over...but that I have lots more.

Thursday, August 19, 2010

FFF: French Decadence


The open hostility never failed to amuse me. Never from the Countess herself, of course – from the ladies-in-waiting. They couldn't accept that their lady had taken me, the gardener, as her lover. Such glares they gave me as I walked into the bed-chamber, discarding my dirt- and sweat-stained clothes. Their eyes were somehow accusing, but I didn't care.

I smiled at the first lady-in-waiting. "Is she wet? Is she ready for me?"

She smiled coldly. "Of course. She’s always ready for you."

"Good, spread her legs wide."

Her ladies lifted the Countess's dress and spread her legs. Her pussy was visibly wet. I pushed my cock-head between her pussy lips and got ready to fuck her properly. At my nod, the Countess dismissed the little bitches. The last thing they heard was a loud moan of pleasure.

The challenge this week was: 87-137 words.
The phrase "...their eyes were somehow accusing..." must be used.
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Wednesday, August 18, 2010

Bells are Ringing

A brief post-lovemaking snippet of conversation, as best I can remember it.
"My ears are ringing!"

"Really?"

"Yes, really. My ears are ringing. How did you do that?"

Pausing. "I don't know."

"You're a bad, bad man."
I grin my evil grin.

Sunday, August 15, 2010

Tracing the Circle

Unhurried Sunday afternoon foreplay...our bodies relaxed and naked on the bed. My hands explore your body as we kiss. I'm not specifically trying to arouse you...it just feels so good to touch you, my finger-tips gliding over your soft skin.

My hands inevitably find your breasts, and I cup and massage them...squeezing gently, then tweaking your nipples...lightly pinching them, and tracing circles around your hard buds.

I bend down to take a nipple in my mouth and suck, as my hands wander down across your belly. I'm in no hurry...I caress your belly, moving downwards slowly. My fingers finally reach your soft fur, and I stroke your mound. I feel the anticipation...your rising arousal and increasing eagerness for me to touch you. Your legs spread wider, and you try to shift your hips to get my hand on your pussy...but I release your nipple from my mouth, smile, and nod "no." Soon, but not yet.

I stroke your trimmed bush, then move back up to your belly, teasing you. I move down into your trimmed bush again, then further down, finally cupping your pussy...easing your frustration. I massage slowly...moving up and down...then side to side...finally in slow circles. Your soft moans of contentment are music to my ears.

I spread your pussy lips with two fingers and slide a finger up and down. You're warm and juicy, and my finger easily slides up and down between your lips. I get my finger wet and move up to circle your clit. You groan out loud as I circle it again, moving ever so slowly, then I move back down between your spread lips. I can hardly believe how wet you are.

I push my middle finger slowly and insistently into your hot pussy. You grip my one finger so tightly...no wonder it feels so amazing to push my thick cock into you....

I withdraw my finger, then slowly push it into you again. I pull out and circle your clit, then I gather your juice and bring my finger to your mouth. You open your mouth, but instead of giving you my finger to suck, I touch it to your lips and start tracing the circle of your mouth. Your tongue darts out to taste yourself, as I continue tracing the slow circle with my finger.

I finally slide my finger into your open mouth, letting you suck it clean, and giving you a taste of your sweet pussy. Then I move on top of you, between your spread legs. I kiss you hard...my lips devouring yours...my tongue tracing the circle of your lips...tasting your sweet pussy as I get ready to take you....

Thursday, August 12, 2010

FFF: Red Light


I bent her over at the waist, and she gasped as my cock penetrated her with one long thrust. We weren't kids any more, but the lure of fucking on the beach under the boardwalk was too delicious to resist. Her body glowed in the wash of crimson light from the neon lights above.

I grabbed her hips hard and pounded her tight little pussy. She moaned out loud as my hand smacked her ass cheek, alternating hard thrusts with open-handed smacks.

She groaned in disappointment as I withdrew. I bent her further over, and she felt the insistent pushing of my cock-head at the entrance to her tightest space. I held her tightly and thrust forward ever so slowly....

The challenge this week was: 80-120 words.
The phrase "...her body glowed in the wash of crimson light..." must be used.
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Wednesday, August 11, 2010

Voyeur ISO.... (Part 3)

I sent the text, and a moment later her phone chirped. She read the text, and the faintest hint of a smile crossed her face. She put her phone back in her bag and seemed to turn her attention back to her magazine. But her hand slowly moved to her knee, then climbed higher, until she was again tracing the slit of her pussy on top her thong.

I tried to surreptitiously look around to make sure we were still reasonably safe, and things still seemed good. I watched as she softly stroked her pussy over the thong, and then she again dipped her hand inside the thong and seemed to massage her clit. She was an erotic vision, but I was dying for her to move the thong so I could see her pussy.

She read my mind. She grabbed the top of the thong and pulled the sides together and up. The thong slid between her pussy lips and disappeared as she continued to pull upwards. I gaped. This was more erotic than if she had taken the thong off. Her outer lips were puffy and shaved smooth, and I could see the shiny wetness. She slowly released the pressure, then pulled upwards again, making the thin material disappear between her pussy lips.

I felt like I was in a trance. Not only was my cock rock hard and throbbing...it felt like my whole body was throbbing.

She continued sliding her thong up and down her wet slit, then she stopped and subtly adjusted her position in the chair. She quickly slid the thong down her legs and off, then balled it up in her hand. She adjusted again, making sure we were safe and that only I could see, then she spread her legs as wide as she reasonably could. Fuck!

I felt like I had died and gone to voyeur heaven. She had a beautiful pussy - a dark-trimmed landing strip above her clit, and I could see the folds of her inner labia. She spread her lips with two fingers, showing me her pink core, and her clit standing up prominently. She slowly stroked herself for me...circling her clit...then sliding a finger down between her pussy lips...then sliding her middle finger into her slick wetness. Her finger was shiny with her juices, and I thought I would die when she brought the finger to her mouth and touched it to her tongue.

She continued stroking herself, and I could tell that she was getting more aroused. She put the magazine down on the arm of the chair so she could use two hands. She spread her lips with her left hand, pulling up, and homed in on her clit with the other. I could hear the wet squishy sounds she was making, and I could smell her arousal. I thought to myself that she couldn't last much longer.

She didn't. Almost immediately after I thought that, her whole body tensed. She had one finger buried in her pussy while her thumb was a blur on her clit. Her mouth was open in a silent scream, and I could watch the waves of pleasure surge through her.

I don't think I've ever been so turned on by watching anything in my life. I almost felt like I was having an orgasm myself, and I realized I was holding my breath and biting my lower lip. She continued to climax sliently, and then she started to come down. She slumped back in the chair, spent, and I saw the hint of a smile on her face. She was still spread open and exposed to me, and I tried to burn the image of her pussy into my memory. I felt as post-orgasmic as she looked.

She finally sat up, then spread her legs wide once more, as if to give me one last look. Then she slid her dress down her thighs and gathered her things together. As much as I wanted to do or say something, I knew that wasn't the deal. So I continued to watch. She put her magazine back in her bag and stood up. I realized she still had her thong bunched in her hand.

She closed the distance between us in one step. Finally acknowledging me, she brought her fingers to her lips in a kiss. Then she bent down and pressed the same fingers to my lips. I could taste her pussy on her fingers. She dropped her thong in my lap, turned, and walked out the door.

I brought the thong to my nose and inhaled deeply. Exquisite. This was a souvenir I would be keeping.

And maybe my exhibitionist friend would be up for more games on my next trip to the city.

Tuesday, August 10, 2010

Voyeur ISO.... (Part 2)

...and in walked two women, one behind the other. The first was older-middle-aged and looked like a corporate executive. I found it very hard to believe that she was my exhibitionist. Then as they walked to the counter to order, I got a look at the second woman - a dark-haired hottie in a tasteful sun-dress. I sent a flurry of prayers winging toward heaven - "please let it be her."

They both ordered their drinks, and neither glanced toward the back area where I was sitting. I was just going to have to be patient. The suspense was delicious.

Finally, Ms. Corporate Executive got her coffee and made her way back toward me. I was still doubtful it was her, but I was also intrigued - would she really spread her legs and show me what's under that blue pin-striped skirt? But no, as I suspected, she sat in the far corner and opened up the Wall Street Journal.

Ms. Sun-dress was getting her drink, and now we'd find out if she was my exhibitionist. Was she turning toward the door? No, she was reaching for a napkin, and then she started walking back toward me. She gave me no indication, but if it was her, I was a damn lucky guy. I'm not good at estimating ages, but she might have been in her early thirties, maybe 5'5", pleasantly curvy, olive skin, long dark hair. She also kept her big sunglasses on.

Even if she wasn't my exhibitionist, she was a pretty lady, and I enjoyed checking her out. But now we were at the moment of truth - if she was my girl, she would have to sit in the chair opposite me. I looked over my paper to give the room a quick scan. Conditions were perfect. The only other person in the section was Ms. Executive, who was engrossed in her paper, and wasn't at an angle where she could see what was going on. That is, if there was going to be anything going on.

Ms. Sun-dress walked past me...and sat down in the chair. Yes!

I gave her a subtle nod and a smile over my newspaper, but she didn't acknowledge me. She took a sip of her drink and took a magazine out of her handbag. I sat back in my chair and made myself comfortable. I was still pretending to read my paper, but I had an unobstructed view of her in her chair, maybe three feet in front of me.

She sipped her drink and turned a page, and it occured to me that it could still be just a coincidence that she was sitting there. She then removed all doubt.

She scratched her right shin and calf, then lazily moved her hand up to her knee, then slightly higher. This pushed her skirt up her thigh, and she absentmindedly massaged her leg. She brought her knee subtly up, and I was able to see well up her dress, up the insides of her smooth tan thighs. I was incredibly turned on at the show she was giving, and if she had stopped there, I would have been very satisfied.

But she didn't stop there. She paused for a moment, then stretched subtly and opened her legs. I tried to keep my jaw from hitting the ground...but I'm sure I gaped. I could see all the way up her thighs to her crotch, and it looked like she was wearing a white thong. This might have been the most erotic thing I had ever seen, except that it immediately got even better. She held her magazine with one hand on the arm of the chair, and slid her other hand up her thigh. With her middle finger, she stroked slowly up and down her pussy over the thong.

When she slid her hand into the thong, I felt like I might hyperventilate. It looked like she was very slowly circling her clit. Her face was impassive, and I couldn't see her eyes behind the sunglasses.

Then she removed her hand, though she left her legs open. She reached into her handbag and pulled out her phone. I couldn't believe what a cool customer she was, taking a call while flashing me. No...she was sending a text message. Then, unbelievably, my phone beeped. I had a text message...from her.
Is this what you had in mind?

I smiled, then texted her back:
Yes, exactly. You're incredibly sexy. And I want your thong.

(Continued here.)

Monday, August 9, 2010

Voyeur ISO.... (Part 1)

I make occasional day trips to the big city for work. While there's a fun energy about being in the city, it's not like I'm hitting the clubs with super-models - it's a busy work day. I'm up very early, there's almost always a full day of client meetings, then maybe a few minutes to walk around before getting on the train and getting out of town and heading for home.

Before my trip last week, I decided to see if I could add a little spice to the day. A couple days before the trip, I posted the following ad on Craigslist:
Voyeur(M) ISO Exhibitionist(F)
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Do you enjoy showing off? Are you a little (or more than a little) daring? I'm looking for a playmate late Thursday afternoon in the Financial District. Tell me a little bit about yourself and what you like, and let's have some fun.

I posted my ad Tuesday afternoon, and by Wednesday lunch I had gotten the predictable array of spam, but nothing even remotely promising. Then, late in the afternoon, I got a brief e-mail that sounded promising.
I love showing off, and I would describe myself as very daring. I work in the Financial District. What did you have in mind?

I responded immediately:
Here's an idea - I know a Starbucks with a fairly secluded seating area, and it's usually not very crowded in the late afternoon. I'll be sitting with my coffee, reading my newspaper. You'll come in, get a drink, and sit down near me. You'll be wearing a sundress or skirt. Your legs might inadvertently open...and I'll be watching. We'll be sitting so that only I can see - no need for you to flash the world. I won't touch you - this is strictly a voyeur/exhibitionist fantasy.

I closed by giving her a brief description of myself, the address of the Starbucks, and my cell phone number.

I sent the e-mail, and then spent the rest of the evening checking my inbox every 20 seconds. No response. And none when I woke up early the next morning. Arriving in the city, my morning was one meeting after the next. I forgot that I had silenced my phone, and didn't realize I had a text message until after lunch.
I love your idea. Is 4:45 okay? How will I recognize you?

I was so eager to respond that my fingers fumbled hopelessly on my phone's little keyboard. I finally managed to type:
I'll be there at 4:30. I'm wearing navy blue khaki's, and a light blue polo shirt.

The final meeting of the day was interminable, and I couldn't wait to get to the Starbucks and see what (if anything) would happen. I tried not to get too excited. She could be just toying with me. My heart sank - it could be a guy toying with me. My heart sank even further - or the city vice squad. But I reassured myself - sitting and drinking coffee isn't illegal. And if she did show up and wasn't at all attractive, so what? It wasn't a date.

Before I knew it, I was sitting in Starbucks, nursing a coffee and pretending to read the newspaper. I was alone in the back, sitting on a soft chair next to the wall. There was an identical chair across from me with a small table in the middle. I was pretty sure that she could sit there and flash me so that no one else would see. I was all nervous energy.

Then right at 4:45, I saw the front door open....

Thursday, August 5, 2010

FFF: Mercy


It started as a playful challenge, when I mentioned that I could eat your pussy until you begged me for mercy. You said you loved it so much that you would *never* ask me to stop. The next time we were together, I decided to find out.

I undressed you slowly, planting kisses on each newly-exposed area, making you squirm with delight. You were dying with anticipation when I finally reached your pussy. I spread you wide and slowly made love to you with my lips and tongue.

After your first orgasm, I slid a finger into your juicy depths...and then a second...slowly pumping them in and out as I continued eating you. You came a second time...and then I lost count.

I could feel you building to a huge climax, and I sucked your clit into my mouth. You came with an intensity I'd never experienced before...your whole body clenching...your back arching off the bed, as your screams filled the room.

You slowly came down...drifting, floating, crashing to earth. I was ready to renew my assault, when I heard you gasp, "Mercy!"

The challenge this week was: 134-184 words.
The phrase "...drifting, floating, crashing to earth..." must be used.
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Wednesday, August 4, 2010

e[lust] #18


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Off Limits for 30 Days - "You don't listen very well," I heard her hiss. "That's off limits, damn you." And there was a crack and fiery agony clawed into my back.

The Joy of Sucking Cock - I wonder at times if that is why I am such a “good little cocksucker” as W calls me. When I am deeply into it, I almost enter this place where I am both the sucker and suckee, and it is as though it is MY cock being sucked on.

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Portal. Confession #493 - It truly is a spiritual give and take, these sexual relationships I form. I can cross the threshold and see however much of someone that I choose to see, with whomever it is that I am involved with.

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Monday, August 2, 2010

Good Dream

I rarely have sexually explict dreams. It's not that uncommon for me to have dreams about sexual situations, or about an interaction that had a strong feeling of sexual tension - but it's rarely consummated, and very rarely consummated explicitly. Saturday night was one of those rare occurrences.

In the dream I was laying on a bed in a hospital emergency room. The bed was in a common area, with other people around waiting to be looked at by a doctor. I don't know why I was in the E.R. - I didn't seem sick or hurt. I was annoyed at the length of the wait, and wondering if there was anything I could do. The next thing I knew - and this was like a scene cut in a movie, there were no preliminaries - I was fucking a hot young dark-haired woman in a standing doggy-style position. We were both naked, and she was facing the wall, bent at the waist. I was standing behind her, giving it to her hard.

It was as explicit as a porn video. I thrust my hips and watched my cock disappear into her wet pussy. She spread her legs wider, and gave me an even better view. I guess she knew how much I like to watch (it was my dream, after all.) I pumped her hard, and I remember being very pleasantly surprised at my good fortune, thinking, "How cool is this?!"

I reached around to rub her clit as I fucked her. I rubbed her clit with two fingers, and when I realized my fingers were wet with her pussy juice, I slid them in her mouth and felt her suck them clean.

I don't remember any more of the dream, and sadly, I'm not able to give my subconscious requests for future dreams. But that was a nice one, and I woke up with a smile on my face.