Hung Be the Heavens

Picture it.

You're strung up in front of the group. You have been for awhile now. Heart thumping. Blood rushing to unfamiliar places. Excited without measure.

I look over you approvingly. Your legs have been spread to allow me access and I take my place behind you. I push into your ass smoothly and begin to fuck you. Your moans echo across the room. All are watching in rapt attention, with wandering hand or two between the next person's legs.

I pull your head back by the hair, growl in your ear. 'Slut.' You try and nod but are too busy being racked by convulsions. You long for your clit to be played with, the merest touch would set you off. But not yet. Not just yet.

I unleash myself in your ass. Pumping load after load of hot cum into you. I bite your back, leaving my mark upon you before I slowly pull out. My cum begins to drip down your leg falling onto the floor below.

'Anyone want you clean up this mess?'

Two women approach you, one goes for your ass. Teasing your asshole with her tongue. Licking and sucking my cum out of you. The other starts to attack your clit with her mouth, giving you the release you've been craving since the evening began. Since the first rope was put across your breasts. You cum, almost violently, straining against your bonds. Sated, you relax, letting the hands caress you as they ease you back down to the ground.

I Want You

I am still coming to terms with how much I want you.

Desire is building on both sides. You are going without for the next week, but at the same time, I'm going without hearing you. The sound of you gasping in my hear never fails to set my heart racing.

One week from today I get to meet you in person. And darling?

You are going to get fucked so hard.

You Came to Me From Nowhere (part 2)

You stand and, with a small smile on your face, you begin to remove your clothes. Your shirt comes off easily; your skirt falls to the floor. You hesitate slightly when you remove your bra, but that too joins the heap. Clad in only your knickers, you come up to me.

'I thought you might like to take them off.'

'Good thought,' I grin.

I pull you on to the bed and nuzzle your neck. Slowly working my way down. Your breasts falling prey to my teeth. I come to the hem of your knickers and pull them down with my teeth.

You are unselfconscious. Good. I gently spread your legs and taste you. Sweet and strong. You writhe under my attentions but I stop short of bringing you over the edge. I sit back for a moment. 'I want to watch you play with yourself.'

One hand moves to your nipple, squeezing it. The other goes straight between your legs. I watch you fuck your fingers. Your moans grow louder. Your body shudders and you shout. Quickly, I grab your hand from inside you and lick your fingers. 'Mmmmm. Very nice. I think you're ready to be fucked now, don't you?'

You Came to Me From Nowhere

I'd just been thinking of you the day before. And in came your message. Without precursor, without the merest hint.

Sitting on the bed, you come over to me. Without saying a word, you position yourself across my knee. Your skirt is hiked around your waist; knickers pulled down slightly. I don't need to ask what you've done. You've been a bad girl.

I rest my hand on your ass, rubbing it slightly. Getting you used to my touch. Slowly, I bring my hand up and swat you. You squirm slightly. Ha, if you squirm now, just wait. Again, I bring my hand down. Your ass is a little red now. Again. Again. You yelp!

I slip my hand between your legs. Mm, already moist. My finger slides inside you briefly and I bring it to my lips. 'Not bad, but you can do better.'

I strike your ass hard, the hardest yet. Another yelp. 'Hush.' You nod. I spank you again. Each stroke coming faster upon the last. Already your ass has several handprints on it. You begin to whimper. It drives me to spank you harder. Tears begin to well up in your eyes.

'Have you learned your lesson?' You nod again. 'Good. Now stand up and strip for me...'

The Opposite of Alchemy

You reduce me to my basest elements. Stripped of pretenses, masks, the words I hide myself behind.

I am as you see me. Tall, solid, warm. Let me surround you; you've left me incapable of anything else.

Was it Intentional, I Wonder?

I found your knickers in my bed. Lace and ribbon and satin. Found them under the sheets, brought out into the red light. When you took them off they were sopping. They're long dry now. Discarded in passion, found in tenderness. Wishing you were here to model them for me again. Wishing you were here for me to take them off you again...

Command Performance

Perform for me. I want to see your juices flowing. Watch your back arch with pleasure. Moaning, sighing. Our eyes catch. That wonderful moment that only happens in live performance. The one the drives you to greater heights. And when by your own hand you are spent, that is when I swoop in. Audience participation is always welcome. My voice in your ear, enveloping your perception. Cock deep in your ass. A most intimate performance. The show shifts. Beating a staccato in your flesh. A crescendo. A flourish. And then wait for the applause to cease.

Delicious Agony

I have never considered myself to be a sadist, but there are times I look at you and I want to hurt you.

Slowly.

A slight smack on the ass. Twisting your nipples between my fingers. Then moving into biting. Biting your neck, breasts, thighs, clit...

Bringing my hand down on your cunt. Against on your breasts. Over and again. Grabbing the crop and turning you over. You won't be able to sit tomorrow.

Pulling your head back by your hair. Seeing you fall deep into space. Knowing that this is our love. You enjoy this as much as I do.

Our barriers fall. The walls we're created around ourselves shatter. I am drawing out your pain. You don't need it anymore.

A Reconciliation

Written with T, she is in blue, I in white.



There's a bite in the air. The sky is brilliant blue.. We're spending the day without anyone around...

We've decided to go for a walk in the mountains. A slow leisurely walk. It's not too steep, but we're headed up there. We want a view. Seeing out over the horizon into the next province.

Mountains upon mountains stretch into the distance ahead of us. All around us. It's amazing to see, almost something out of a postcard. There isn't anyone around as far as we can see.. which is pretty bloody far.

There's a small clearing, where we've stopped. I sit down on a rock and you come and rest your head against my legs. Curling around them. I absently stroke your head and shoulders.

"Please," I say softly, looking up at you. I turn and rest my head on my crossed arms. I've moved until I'm kneeling in front of you. One of my hand strays and gently strokes your cock through your jeans.

"Please, what?" My hand moves into your hair, not quite grabbing, but forcefully.

"Let me taste you." I whisper. We're exposed up here. It's something we've discussed before. A little more submissive than I'm used to, but it's been in the mind for a while. I shift, the seam of my jeans rubbing my cunt. It feels good.

I nod, almost imperceptibly. You reach up and undo my zipper. You slide my pants and boxers down, releasing me. My grip on your hair gets tighter. "Suck me."

I move closer. There is a gleam in my eyes, as I lick the head of your cock. Bracing myself against you, I open my mouth and envelop your cock with the warmth and the wet.

Your cock is delicious. The heat of your skin...I moan...

My other hand reaches down to grab at your breasts through your shirt. My fingers wind and wrench through your hair. I exhale slowly, loving the feelings of your mouth and my hands.

I sigh when your hands touch my breasts. My nipples are hard beneath your fingers. I arch slightly, offering them to you. As I move the chain of the necklace that signifies this part of our relationship chinks slightly. I can't help but smile around your cock. Then return to giving you as much pleasure as I can manage.

My hand goes under your shirt, finding your nipples, tweaking and pulling them. I am rewarded by your tongue moving quickly on the underside of my cock.

I lap at the curve where the head of your cock meets the shaft, then up to lick along the groove at the top, loving the taste. My nipples are aching, but in that wonderful way they do when teased. At one extra hard pinch, I realize that I'm writhing slightly. I open my legs, so that I can't tease my clit anymore by squeezing my legs together.

Another hard pinch tells me that you've seen, and are pleased. Which in return only makes me want to please you even more..

I shake my foot out of one of my sandals and bring my foot to rest just on your inner thigh. My foot runs across your crotch, rubbing against it gently. Teasing.

I groan when I feel your foot touch me. All day we've been teasing each other and I'm wickedly turned on. In response, I slide as much of you as I can inside my mouth and move with long long strokes of my head.

I groan in turn. I can feel my orgasm building. I shove your head onto my cock.

Feeling your cock grow harder in my mouth, I move my head faster. And then your hand on my head pushes your cock in even deeper. I love the feeling.

I pull your head off my cock. "Take off your shirt," I say roughly. You know what this means.

As quickly as I can, I slip out of the shirt I'm wearing. At least one button goes flying as I undo them. I also undo my bra, taking it off at the same time. Leaning back slightly, I present my breasts to you, skin glowing in the sunlight.

Still holding your hair, I explode over your breasts. My cum leaves white strands against your skin. I release you and sink back onto my rock. You lean in for a kiss, all the while rubbing my cum into your breasts.

My kisses are hungry, tongue playing with yours. Once I've rubbed your cum on my skin, I bring my fingers to my mouth and lick off the residue. Then kiss again.

I taste the merest hint of myself on your lips. I bring you up to me and lick your breasts, hands gripping your ass through your jeans.

"Off," I say simply.

I can only quiver for a moment. Taking a deep breath, and looking into your eyes, then around at the mountains and the openness, I undo my jeans and step out of them. Point of no return. There was little mistaking what was happening before, should any come along. But now.. I also take off my knickers and tuck them into my shoes so I can find them again easily.

Holding my hands behind my back, I stand naked in the sun for you to see.

I love looking at you. Acknowledging the scars and the imperfections, but trying to make you see that they make you the woman I love. I hold out my arms and you step into them.

My hands and tongue are over you as you stand there, breathing getting ragged before I even begin to explore you.

I lean against you, kissing your neck whenever I can, keeping my legs open and my body slightly turned so you can have access wherever you want. it's something we agreed on before. Part of me wants to rub against your leg, like some wanton slut. But I don't.. my hands are, however, tugging at the shirt you're wearing so I can touch your skin beneath.

I kiss your chain, knowing that we are together. Together we are so much stronger.

My hand gently flitters down between your legs. My palm rests completely on your cunt. Feeling your heat. Feeling your wetness.

I can't help it.. I push against your hand.. rub myself against it. One of my hands tangles in your hair. I lean against you, moaning softly near your ear. The kiss against the chain has taken me away from worrying about people walking up and watching you and I, and into a place where I am, simply, accepting of whatever you want to do.

The odd mark on my skin from recent sessions with crop, floggers and teeth show that clearly.

"Mine," I say. I don't need to. We've gone past simple terminology.

"Mine" You say. You know you don't need to, and I know it too. But it still makes me shiver and whisper "yours" in reply.

I slide my palm against your slick slit. I bring my hand back and smack your cunt.

And at the sting of your slap, I wince loudly, jerking at the sensation. Then say, a bit louder, "Thank you. Please may I have another?"

I bury my face between your breasts.

Your face between my boobs is comforting in a way. I love knowing you can hear my heartbeat.

I brace myself, knowing we've turned an edge into more sensation play. Into the delicious pain you'll bring me and in the wonderful offering of my body to you for your fun. It's all about win in the end.

I slap your cunt again and I can feel you buck against me. Once more and knees are trembling.

I'm trembling by this point. But keeping my legs held open. Cunt exposed to the air, the wetness glistening openly. My breathing is ragged. I lean back on my elbows, staring into your eyes.

I get up, let you sit down and just as you settle, slap your cunt a fourth time.

"I love you" I whisper after you slap me a fourth time. And offer myself for more.

I bring my hand down again. And then put a finger inside you. I scoop the wetness from your cunt and taste you. "I love you too," I say in return and bury my face in your folds.

I wail loudly when your mouth touches me. The sensation is almost too much. My hips move against the finger inside me, wanting more.

I slide a second finger into you, my mouth around your clit. Making circles, patterns, whorls. Finding that spot that makes you buck.

My body is writhing beneath your ministrations. Hands clutching at anything I can find around. The tension is beginning to rise. Inevitable. Muscles tensing and suddenly letting go, only to tense, harder and longer again...

"I'm...going to cum" I manage to whisper eventually, wondering if it's too late to prevent..

"Yes, you are."

I slap your cunt again and again, all the while beckoning inside you with come hither movement.

I can't stop it at the sound of your words and the feel of your hands.. my body starts to tense tightly, thigh muscles bunching and back arching. My eyes close. wordless sounds force their way out of my throat as your fingers stroke my g-spot. I'm going to cum, and it's going to be hard, loud and intense. The chain I wear for you slides around my throat, links glittering.

"Cum for me, my love."

That's it.. the words do me in.. I cum in a thrashing mess.. unable to think only react as violent spasms wrack my body.

Afterward, I reach for you, wanting to be held tightly against you until I recover.

I hold you, cradle you, kiss you. My only cares are for you. Sitting in a crumpled heap in the great outdoors. Never more connected.

'Tell Me You Love Me'-A Drabble

'Tell me you love me,' I said. Sprang from nowhere, surprising us. I knew the answer before you replied. Maybe I needed to hear it from your lips.

Your game of coaxing, teasing, went away. I wear my heart on my sleeve, but I still keep bits of me locked away. Tonight you got in.

There were tears as I came. Hasn't happened in a long time, if ever before. I wept almost silently. Your voice held me as sure as your arms would have done.

I called you by name. I summoned you. We both came.

Love you too.

Wonderment

And what will we get up to, I wonder?

Will I bend you across my knee and spank you? Will you stand there and let me strip you? Shall I slowly run my hands up your thighs, waiting for that slow exhale when I finally slip my finger inside you? My hand on your throat? Your lips around my cock? My tongue in your ass?

What do you want? What can you do for me? How can we make this happen?

Fragment from The Last Time

Just on the verge of sleep. I could have drifted quite comfortably off to the Land of Nod with you safely tucked in my arms. But when I kissed you good night, you yielded to my lips. Soft and inviting. I kissed you again and squeezed your breast. You moaned. When you moan, that`s it. I need to have you.

I slid my hand down your pants; rested over your cunt. I could feel your wetness already. 'Do you want me to touch your cunt?' A nod. Very gently, I slid my finger into you.  I was wide awake. 'I'm going to touch your clit.' 'Yessss.' You pushed your body back against mine. I fucked you with my fingers. 'Do you want to taste yourself?' Another nod. I gave you my fingers covered in cum. 'How do you taste?' You pulled me in for a kiss and I could taste your cum on your lips. I plunged my fingers back into your cunt and smeared more of your cream on your lips. I tasted you again. 'I have to eat you.'

I practically tore off your pants and you lifted your shirt. Pausing only briefly to bury my head in your breasts, I began to eat you out.

Waiting by the Blue Light of the Monitor

A ping on my screen ~ Or a buzzing on my phone. ~ That is all I want.

Are you out there sweet? ~ I want to hear you tonight. ~ To know you are there.

Greedy? Well, perhaps. ~ You are intoxicating; ~ I can't get enough.

Dreams and Windows

They were fucking, the beautiful golden Adonis and the other nondescript man. I could see them through open doorway. A sheet covered them briefly, torn away by Adonis' force. Adonis was fucking his companion's ass, a look of sheer effort on his face. They were moaning, growling, no pleasure, just desire. Sweating, limbs entangled, they grew louder. With a tremdous yell, Adonis pulled out and sprayed the other man's back with his seed. Huge cock pulsing.

And then I woke up. Hard.

*Click* *Bing*

*bing*
Another email from you.
  Another angle of you.
    Another image of you.
      Another window into you.

I put it in the folder with the others, but this one seems different. You've taken other photos for me. This was unbidden. Simple. A breast in the crook of your arm, warmth spilled across your face. I've seen you spread, but never more open.

When I came last night, it was to this picture. Staring into your eyes. Wanting to be there with you.

It's my new favourite.

Don't Disturb the Help

We could barely keep our hands off each other in the car, as bad as teenagers. I swear the desk clerk was chuckling at us as we raced for the elevator. No sooner was the door shut then my teeth were at your neck, my fingers at your slit, my cock poking into your back. I marched you over to the bed and pushed you onto it. Your ass was in the air, skirt riding up, knickers barely more than a whisper. I grabbed the waistband in my teeth and began tugging them down. My teeth sunk into your ass and thighs as I tugged at your knickers. Down around your knees now, you are revealed to me.

Roughly, I jam two fingers in your cunt. You're so wet already. I lean over you and whisper filthy things in your ear. A third finger slides in, then a fourth. I'm contemplating whether or not you can handle my fist when there's a knock at the door. You tense immediately, pushing my hand out. You begin to cover yourself. I slap your ass hard, just once. 'No. You stay right there.'

I answer the door. It's room service with the champagne. I beckon her to come in, and she wheels in the little cart. She stops dead as she sees you on the bed. 'I'm sorry. I didn't realize...'

'Don't be,' I said. 'My friend likes to be seen. Do you like the view?'

She smiled, red hair framing her face. 'Yes,' she said after a moment.

'I was just about to fist her. Would you like to watch?'

She picked up the phone on the nightstand. 'There's a problem in room 307. I'm taking care of it, if anyone asks where I am.' She hung up. 'No, I wouldn't like to watch. I want to play with her myself.'

'Go ahead. She's game for just about anything. Aren't you?' You nodded.

'Good.' She tore off her skirt and pushed your head into her cunt. 'Eat me.'

Alone Time

Worked up. Have been for awhile. I'd hardly call them base impulses, but I can hold off for only so long. Already hard. Already distracted. I found a nice story online and went to town.

It didn't take long. Stroking myself at a moderate pace. I always like to reach the end of the story before I cum. The words began to blur. I was light headed. My cock was hard and wet. I was cumming, but I hadn't...oh, oh, oh FUCK. There it was.

There I was. Puddle of cum on the web of skin between thumb and hand. Globs running down my cock and balls. A speck or two on the back of my hand. How did they get there?

Cupping myself, I went into the shower. Felt the warm water pour over my skin, washing myself off myself. I poured the liquid soap into my hand, grabbed my cock and wanked myself clean for a moment.

I washed, toweled, and dressed, ready to rejoin the world.

Originally written May 11, 2010

Sleepy Time Time

Sleep. I remember sleep. It's this thing I used to do before I met you. The very first night I met you, I barely slept a wink. When I visited you, I was awake before you woke, and asleep long after you went to bed. I didn't want to miss a minute of you. Even across the pond you keep me awake. 3 in the morning, and I'm DMing you. Talking about visiting later.

Yet, we nap together. You starting out in the crook of my arm, yours splayed over my chest. Nestled. Or spooning, your feet against my legs. And on waking, kisses and cuddles and caresses.

I can't keep my eyes open. Now I join you in the land of Nod. Will you fuck me when I get there? Or will we sink into each other and dream within a dream?

More

I take you by the hand, lead you into your bedroom. Pull off clothes until there is nothing between you and I but a pregnant pause. You position yourself on the bed, ass to the air, waiting for me. I join you, my hands spreading your cheeks, tongue already buried in your asshole.You moan, low and throaty. That's what I've been waiting for, what I missed. I love squeezing your ass. Not as shapely as some, but firm. I run my hand down your cheek, tapping your thigh, until I find you. You're already erect.

I begin to stroke you, rewarded with more moans. Emboldened, my tongue leaves your ass and makes it way up and down your shaft.Your legs shudder slightly. I take your balls into my mouth. Slowly slide a finger into your ass. How many ways can I please you at once? I need more.

I ask you to flip to your back. Between your legs, I take your cock into my mouth. You exhale loudly, a breath that had been pent up for how long? Days? Weeks? My finger has found your ass again. My head bobs on your cock, faster and faster. Your come hits the back of my throat. Salty. Delicious. Mine.

Down These Leman Streets

It's a cool night. The nigh unbearable heat of the day has gone, displaced by the fog that rolled in at twilight. Your dress still clings to you as we walk, showing off your curves. I impishly give your bum a squeeze and you turn to look at me. At first I thought it was a glare, but no. That's something else in your eyes. Desire. Looking around, you pull me into a side street. The City seems deserted tonight.

I press you against a wall, trapping you. You're not really trapped, but we both know there's no other place we want to be. You grab the back of my neck, drawing me in for a kiss. My hand finds your hip...

A sudden crash from down the street breaks the moment. It's a jellicle cat, knocking over a garbage bin. We laugh together, tension dissipated. And just as quickly that look is back in your eyes.  Your hands run down my body as you sink to your knees and unzip me.

By the time you take me between your lips, I'm already hard. I brace myself against the wall with an outstretched arm. My other hand plays with a strand of hair on your shoulder. The fog envelops us and I lose myself in the pleasure of your hands and mouth. I give a single shout, echoing down the City streets. You tuck me away and stand up for a kiss. I give you another deep kiss, tasting the merest hint of myself on your lips.

We walk back out to the street, hand in hand, continuing towards our destination. You shiver slightly; I shrug off and give you my light jacket. Putting it on, you wrap my arm around your waist and we walk further into the foggy night.

Listening

I came for you this morning. Memories of past times running through my head during the night. I woke up hard and wanting. I sent you a text. We teased each other about our feelings. It made me want you more. I sent you a photo. Your texts got more explicit. I was close. I asked you to call and you did. Left your office with nary a word and listened to my ragged breathing over the phone. Rising, falling, exploding. You talked me down from it, enjoyment in your voice. I came for you this morning, and I'll come for you tonight.

Drip, Drip, Drip

You're in the shower, taking an awfully long time. I poke my head in the bathroom door, all I hear is a low sustained moan. Creeping inside, barely making a sound. Not that you'd care. I pull the curtain back, you are standing in the shower, removeable shower head held between your legs. I shed my clothes quickly and step in behind you.
Purr...
I bite your neck. You gasp. You hadn't noticed me, so wrapped up in your warm, wet fun. I wind my arms around you. One hand on a breast, the other making its way down between your legs. I hold you open, letting the water further inside. Shooting all the way up. You press back into me. My cock against your ass. Wearily, you put the showerhead back in it's normal place. A sudden sensation temporarily overwhelming you. But now the water cascades over us. Slipping down your curves.
I like...
I grab the soap and tenderly begin to wash you. Watching the suds build across your breasts, spending a moment polishing your nipples. You raise an arm and I scrub you down. Pressing your soapy body against mine. I wash your back. Almost, but not quite, running my nails down it...

Moaning softly..

I reach between your legs. Massaging your pussy, playing with your clit, soap and pretense forgotten. We kiss. In between your moans, we kiss. Without a word, you turn to face the back of the shower.
Oh yes...*wriggles* Getting close...
You brace yourself against the wall. And I enter you. Shower hitting your back. My cock hitting your spot. Grabbing your slick hips, struggling for purchase. Wanting always to be deeper, closer to you. You sink back further against me. Water rinsing the last of the soap from your body.
I'm...about to.
I reach around and find your clit. Pounding inside you. Circling your clit. Water raining down.
*smiles* Hmmmmmm....*purr*
Moans running down the drain, with my seed. You turn again to face me, kiss me on the nose and ask for the shampoo...

Thank you...that was lovely...

Dateline-Bay Area...

So, I'm back from the Florgyda, as I called it on occasion. Really, amazingly good trip. Sorry I've neglected the blog, but the next post is a nice gentle way to ease back into things...

Chasing Tales

My dear sainted mother told me upon learning of my intended profession, ‘Son, yer a feckin’ eejit.  An actor, are ye?’ and she spat on the ground at this, ‘Well, I’ll ne’er see ye again.’  And I should have listened to her.  Men should always listen to their ma.  You never do, but you should.  And I never did see her again.
I left my tiny little town of Kilfenora and went to London.  London, even then recovering from the ‘Glorious Revolution’, was still a magical place.  Séamus an Chaca had all but been banished from the hearts of the people and I found some small amount of work with Betterton's Company, where among other things, I learned to disguise my yokelish voice.  Least, that’s what Miss Barry called it.  I had my lilt and that was enough to distinguish me from the others.  I played in Mr. Tate’s Lear and in Mr. Congreve’s Mourning Bride, but success was always just ‘round the corner and never quite in sight.  And after a few years, with a few pounds tucked away, I returned home.
There was a phrase I heard in London, ‘You can never go home again.’ It was truer than I thought, for my poor ma had died while I was away.  The house was still there, but I couldn’t bear to stay there.  I sold it and took that and the money I made in London and went off into the countryside.
I traveled from village to village as a storyteller.  Folks would gather in the town square, or in the pub, and I would tell them on old wives tale or the story of one of the plays I was in, edited for rural enjoyment.  The folktales were the favourite, one last gift from my ma.  It was a nice enough way to pass the tome and occasionally, in addition to the few meager coins they would toss down someone would offer me a mean or a bed to sleep in.  Every once and awhile there was an offer for company in that bed, which I usually took them up on.  Except for that one misunderstanding with Mr. McCabe in Fermanagh.  What can I say, I’ve got bewitching eyes.  Although, really, the town name should’ve been a clue.
One night, while on my way to Moycullen, a thick, eerie fog came in and hid the road from view.  I got turned around several times in the dense mist.  I stumbled over something (a tree branch?) and felt a warm blossom of pain as I cracked my pate upon the earth.
I awoke to find myself in the front room of a stone cottage.  I had been placed in a surprisingly comfortable rocking chair and a faded green blanket was tucked over my chest and legs.
‘Oh,’ I heard a voice off to my right call, ‘You’re awake.’
I turned my head and in came the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen.  Now, as I have said, I’ve seen London’s exotic beauties and had dalliances with more than a few buxom lasses, but this fair creature outstripped them all.  Her lush brown hair hung loosely past her shoulders and her eyes shown like heliotrope.  She was of medium height, the top of her head coming up to my chin and I wanted nothing more than to take her in my arms and then take her elsewhere besides.
‘My name is Gillian,’ she said in a silky voice.  ‘I heard a shout from outside and found you on the ground.’
I started to get up, but she pushed me back down.  I guess I was weaker than I thought.  ‘No, no.  You need your rest.  You took a nasty spill.’
‘Is there anyone else here?  If I was knocked out...’
‘I’m stronger than I look,’ she said flashing me a glorious smile.
‘Indeed.’
‘What’s your name?’ Gillian asked sweetly.
‘I’m Christopher Watson, Kit to those that know me,’ I said.
‘Then I shall call you Kit,’ she said definitively.  I took no umbrage.
She laid a cool hand upon mine and I am ashamed to say I recoiled at her touch.  ‘What’s wrong?’
‘You’re cold,’ I spoke as a child would.
‘These walls do not keep the elements at bay as once they did.  Shall I make us some chocolate?’  She got up before I could reply.
‘I’ve not had chocolate since I left London.  I didn’t think it popular over here.’
‘How unfortunate.  Is there a finer thing in this world to put in your mouth, so rich and warm and lovely?’
I spluttered slightly at this.  Could she not see what effect her words had on me?  Such words out of her perfectly formed mouth…She returned a moment later with two steaming mugs.  She handed me one and kept the other for herself.  ‘It keeps the cold away.  Not as well as other things, but well enough.’
We drank the chocolate in silence.  All the while, I couldn’t tear my eyes away form her.  I could feel myself staring, but I did not care.  For her part, she seemed equally captivated, looking at me with a sort of hunger in her eyes.
‘What brought you out this way?’ she asked, breaking my rapture.
I thought for a moment to tell her some lie, to make myself better than I was, before I realized there was little point.  ‘I am a storyteller.’
I needn’t have worried.  No soon were the words out of my mouth than did her eyes grow wide and I was treated again with one of her smiles.  ‘Tell me a story,’ she clapped her hands excitedly.  ‘Tell me a story while I fetch us more chocolate.’
Well, when a woman smiles and asks you to do something, you usually do it.  When it’s the most beauteous woman in the world, you’d be a demmed fool not to.  I briefly recounted for her The Country Wife, which, while I never performed it myself, saw it done several years previously.  I mostly kept to Horner’s parts as it rarely fails to captivate the fairer sex.  During the telling, I felt my old strength returning.  At one point, I leapt out of my chair and began acting it out as I was wont to do.  When I had finished, out of breath but pleased with my performance, she stood up and kissed me hard upon the lips.
She took my hand and, pausing only to grab her chocolate, led me into the bedroom.  For a ramshackle cottage, it had a nice, large bed.  She pushed me onto it with a simple motion and took a swig from her mug.  She straddled me, then, clawing at my loose shirt which came apart more easily than its cost would imply.  My hands were pinioned to the bed post by its remains.
Slowly, with a tenderness that belied the ruination of my shirt, she undid my belt and breeches.  Soon I was as bear as when I entered the world.  Again, she ran her cold hands over me and I shivered once more.  ‘Oh, we cannot have that,’ she said and reached again for her mug.  She had a sip and then took me in her mouth.  The warmth of it and the chocolate made me strain against my bonds in ecstasy.
This was a momentary pleasure, however as she left the bed.  She returned again with a candle, holding it over my chest.  ‘Still cold?’ she asked.  The candle’s flame flickered and I thought I saw a strange look rest upon her face.  But I blinked and all I could see was the lust that was there before.
‘Not as once I was,’ I said.
‘Still…’ she tilted her hand and some of the candle wax fell on my chest.  It was agony, yet strangely compelling.  She did it again, directly on my nipple and even as I gritted my teeth against the pain I knew there was nothing I would not do for her.  She nibbled my ear.
After she had contented herself with her lazily drawn wax designs on my chest, she untied me.  My hands were all over her at once, stroking her hair, loosening her bodice, reaching under her skirts.
She moaned, gloriously, as I undid her bodice.  I put my head under her shirt and teased her ample breasts with my tongue.  There is only one place I’d rather be than with my head between a pair of gorgeous breasts and the night was still young.  Idly, I flicked my tongue across her engorged nipple and was rewarded by her grinding against my lap.  Her nails scratched patterns into my back and my hands cupped her cool, smooth skin.  I began to trail my kisses southerly.  It wasn’t long before I was fighting with the labyrinth of undergarments women wear.
When, at last, I reached the pearl of this treasure chest, I drank deeply of its contents.  I breathed in her musk, letting it overwhelm my senses.  I lapped greedily at her, her strong legs keeping my firmly locked in place.  I felt her legs closing tighter on my head like a vice, and then suddenly releasing.  This was what the French called la petite mort, but I had not yet finished.
I came up for air, tasting her on my lips.  Scarcely pausing, I entered her.  Our lions moved in a pattern born to prehistory.  I slipped my arm under her and pressed her closer to me.  With my free hand I took hold of her hair and pulled, causing her to buck upwards wildly.
She reached out and found my belt, abandoned as it was on the bed.  In a surprisingly agile motion she brought it down upon my back.  I cried out in pain and pleasure and she lashed me again and again.  I didn’t know what I was feeling; an ecstatic frenzy was building inside me.  I was awash with sensual gratification.  When I thought I could feel no more, my neck…there was something about my neck…dear **d!  She was biting my neck!
I spent myself inside her.  I tried to roll off, to get her to release her grip on me.  But I found myself too weak to move.  We had swapped positions; I lay on my back feeling my essence seep out and my blood draining…When she had finished, shed looked down at me, licked my blood from her lips, and laughed.  ‘Warm, at last.’
I attempted to cover my neck with me hand, but didn’t have the strength.  ‘Wh-what are you?’ I asked feebly.
‘You tell stories,’ she got up and threw a dressing gown over her creamy white shoulders, sweeping her hair back in a small arc as she did so.  ‘Have you never heard of the Dearg-Du?’
I cast my mind back across all the stories I knew.  ‘Yes.  Yes, but you’re supposed to help inspire poets and writers to better works, not drain them dry the first time.’
‘My dear boy, you tell stories.  You don’t write them,’ I heard her say as the room faded to black.

Originally written 11/28/08

Long Distance Runaround

She had led him around the City the entire day. He was a visitor. Not a stranger in a strange land; parts of the City were already as familiar to him as though he lived there. He had wanted to come to the City since he was a child, lacking only but an excuse. She was his excuse.

The pub, the steps, the bridge, her place. Her place. They had laughed and chatted freely over the course of the day, but here on the threshold of her flat they stood staring at each other.  He took her face in his hands and kissed her for the first time in person. She couldn't get the door open quickly enough.

She dispensed with the tour of the flat; they knew she no longer had to play tour guide. Straight to the bedroom they went. Standing by the edge of the bed, she held his hand to her face once more. She drew it across her face and gently kissed the tips of his fingers. He drew her in, pressing his body against hers. She gave him a demure look, which drove him wild. His hand snaked up the back of her neck, grabbed her hair and pulled her head to one side.

He nuzzled her neck, nibbled her ear, whispered things he had wanted to say for so long. She began to melt under his attention, slowly sinking to the bed. He sat there beside her, not wanting to breathe for fear of ruining the moment. Taking his hands, she led them to the buttons on her top. After a momentary fumble with the first, they were vanquished in short order. She gingerly shrugged her top off  and removed her bra almost in a single motion. He quickly tore off his shirt, not wanting to be left behind.

They lay on the bed, skin touching skin. His kisses moved from her neck downwards. He took one of her nipples in her mouth and felt her exhale sharply. He undid his trousers and let them fall, along with his boxers. Naked now, he turned to her. The skirt came off easily enough and she was left in her stockings. She began to take those off as well, but he stopped her with a word.

She ran her hands over his chest, playing with his hair, curling up beside him. She lay nestled in the crook of his arm for awhile before her need took over. Slowly she began to stroke his cock. Pleased with his sighs, she moved down and sucked him. Her head bobbed up and down, she felt his cock throbbing in her mouth and her clit began to throb in time. He sat halfway up and reached for her leg. She knew what he had in mind.

Repositioning, they got into a sixty-nine. Within a moment of his tongue touching her, she came, flooding his face with her wetness. He followed soon after, the mere taste of her setting him off. He kept going, finding new ways to make her squirm on his face. She clamped her legs around his head and came loudly again. It was just as well his ears were covered, it may have saved his hearing!

She rolled off him. He tenderly stroked her thigh, allowing himself a lingering look up her body, taking in her curves. His hands explored them and he shifted himself to reach the rest of her. She greeted him with a playful kiss when he reached her mouth. He returned it just as playfully. Play gave way to passion and they kissed more deeply.

He entered her, sinking his cock inch by inch into her. He rested inside her cunt, his head on her breast, savouring the sensation for as long as he could. This was worth the ordeals of travel. This was worth the endless airport queues and questions. This was it.

He grabbed her hips as he thrust deeper and deeper. Her back arched; she writhed in pleasure. She clawed at him, surrendered to him, praised and cursed him in a single moment. His pace grew quicker. She pressed her hand against his chest gently, ran it up his neck, rested it there. He could contain himself no more. He came again, filling her with his seed. She grabbed his neck and drew him in for another kiss. He gradually slowed down and once again put his head on her breast.

They lay there, breathing slowed, a rhythm found, and drifted off to sleep in the middle of the City they would both now call home...

Enter Freely and of Your Own Will

Alright. You have been warned. What happens now is of your own volition.

You ride me, thighs clamped to my sides. Just as you are about to make me cum, I push you off. I grab your hands and pull them over your head. I bite your neck and breasts repeatedly. I flip you over, revealing your beautiful ass. I force your head onto my cock and hold it there.

`Suck me or you get spanked.`

You make a show of resisting, but we both know you want my hand on your ass. I give your ass a swift slap. The sound of flesh on flesh reverberates in the room. I do it again. And again. You reach down to play with your cunt and I smack your clit. All the while I`m fucking your mouth. Your beautiful mouth.

Your ass is red now. The strokes of my bare hand coming faster and faster, keeping time with the bobs of your head around my cock. I cum, filling your mouth with my seed. Almost making you choke on my cock. You swallow every drop. Giving your ass one last smack, I get up.

I return a moment later with a dildo. A dildo I had been keeping in the freezer. I rest it against your swollen ass. You flinch and moan at the same time. I rub it over your ass, and tease the lips of your cunt. Without warning, I shove it up your ass. The shock of it makes you cum instantly. But I`m not done. I ram the dildo between your cheeks again and again and then fuck your cunt with my cock. The combination of hot and cold is amazing. You can`t stop cumming. Shooting another load deep inside you, I am now done. I pull out of you and replace the dildo where my cock had been a moment before. Your cunt needs the relief!

Well now...

*smiles coyly*

Splish-Splash

Slipping my hand in the tub. Still out of it, playing with the bubbles. Finding you under the suds, finding your cunt. Warm and relaxed. 'And?' My hand finds your clit; I stroke it slowly, feeling you buckle under my touch. If you weren't lying down, you'd have fallen over.

I lean in for a kiss. You splash me playfully. I push you under. When you emerge, gasping for breath, I shove two fingers up your cunt. Unable to catch your breath, you give into my hand. You finger your clit as I press another finger inside you. You're close. Your moans echo off the bathroom tile. As you cum, you sink under the water, under the bubbles. Submerged and wrapped in your orgasm. 'Fuck me.'

You get out of the tub and reach for a towel. I turn you around and spank your ass. You grab the towel rack and I slide my dick inside. 'You are killing me.' Still wet, I fuck you. Water dripping. Pressure mounting as I grab your hips harder and harder. As we cum together the towel rack breaks off the wall. My seed drips down your leg, mixing with the soap and the water. You are spent, but I still want more. I carry you to the bed and we continue...

We Interupt This Regularly Scheduled Broadcast

So, as this is being posted I am sitting on the tarmac, waiting to fly and see my sweeties.  Posts will probably be sparse. But I do have a few things scheduled automatically. Have a good time. I will be...

Four for Dinner-A Vingette

The four of us out to dinner: you, me, him and her. We're in a secluded booth. As we're ordering I'm idly stroking your knee under the table. The waitress leaves and my hand migrates upward, under your skirt. I discover, not to my surprise but my delight, that you're not wearing panties. The four of us are still chatting away as my finger slowly slides inside you.You gasp and she asks if you are okay. You wave her off and try and continue the conversation. I slip another finger inside you, moving them slowly in and out. A thin bead of sweat emerges on your brow. I pull out and place my finger on your clit, applying slight pressure. You bite your lip. He knows what's going on now. He looks over approvingly, giving a small nod. He drops his fork under the table and bends down to retrieve it, taking in the show we're putting on. he quickly jabs his finger in your cunt before getting up...

Mannerly Devotion - A Senryu Story

Already so close ~ Together in tight embrace ~ You present your palm

I stare at its lines ~ Pink patterns intersecting ~ 'Take a bite,' you say


Just below your thumb ~ So tender and inviting ~ Your scent drives me wild

Biting into flesh ~ Sweet confusion fills my mind ~ My teeth sink deeper

An intimate act ~ Dominance or submission? ~ Our barriers fall

Your face scrunches up ~ My jaws have done their duty ~ Will not be long now

I release your palm ~ And release myself to you ~ Collapsing beside

See the marks I made ~ I gently kiss your hand now ~ Press it to my chest

My scars on your flesh ~ Yours have reached deeper in me ~ We belong to us.      

Victoria, Rachel and Me

Okay. A disclaimer. This is early. Very, very, early. It's rather...earnest, shall we say? Straightforward. But everything is going on here. So, here you go.

Victoria had been joking that she was ‘bi-curious’ for a few months now.  She mostly said it to get a rise out of me.  Oh ho.  One night, we were watching a particularly filthy flick in which two women were going down on some guy.  I was nuzzling her neck, not really paying much attention to the movie but tuning in to her clit instead.  “I want to try that,” she panted.

“What?” I mumbled through her neck.

“That.”

“What that?”

“On screen.”

I stopped what I was doing and watched the movie for a moment.  The guy was fucking one of the girls while she ate the other out.  I paused for a minute, possibilities racing through my mind.  “Yeah?”

“Yeah, it looks like fun.”

I propped my head up with one hand, while my other hand worked its way down to my cock.  “Have any one in mind?”

She looked down at my stroking and said, “Well, it would have to be someone we know.  I couldn’t share you with a stranger.”

“Of course not.”

She settled back and began to play with her nipples.  “And it would be someone we could trust.  How about Rachel?”

Rachel was her best friend from college.  Vicki had shared a room with her for six months before she moved in with me.  And what’s more, Vicki knew I had secretly fancied her for a while.

Well, that was enough.  I mounted her right there and within a few strokes, we were both screaming as waves of pleasure swept us up.  I collapsed on her chest and she wrapped her fingers in my hair.  “So,” I wheezed.  “How is this going to work?”

“First I have to call her,” and she reached out to the night side stand and grabbed the phone.  As she dialed Rachel’s number, my heart skipped a beat.  “Rachel? Hi, it’s Vic.  I was wondering if you wanted to come over tomorrow.  Yeah, come on.  It’ll be fun.  We’ll have a couple of drinks and catch up.  Great, we’ll see you tomorrow.  Round eight, yeah.

“All set,” she said, putting the phone down.

My cock began to harden again and she grabbed hold of it.  “Just one thing.”

“Anything,” I said.

“You’re not allowed to fuck her,” she squeezed my cock.  “Not this time.  For right now, you’re all mine.  She can suck you, but your dick goes anywhere near her cunt…”

  I nodded.

“Good,” she released me and stood up.  “Now I have to decide what to wear for tomorrow.  It isn’t everyday you get to seduce your best friend.”

Rachel arrived at eight sharp, bring with her a large bottle of Château de Chasselet.  Was she cuter than I remembered, or was it simply that in a short while, she would be in our bed?  I shared a wicked look with Victoria.

“Rachel,” said Vicky, smoothly.  “What have you been up to?”

“Not much,” she replied, sitting down on the sofa.  She flicked her shoulder length hair out of her face.  It was a sort of scarlety color that complemented her emerald eyes beautifully.  “Work’s been killer.  I’m glad you called, actually.  I can finally have an evening where I can relax.”

“Relax, yes,” I laughed nervously.  Victoria glared at me and mouthed, “Don’t blow it.”

Dinner progressed without a hitch.  Both Vicky and Rachel drank a vast amount of wine, while I contained myself to a small glass.  If I was to be in a position to do anything remotely interesting, I needed to stay mostly sober.

We retired to the living room to watch a movie.  After much deliberation, it was decided that we would watch Bound, as Rachel liked Jennifer Tilly but had never seen it.  We sat on the floor, watching the movie while the girls drank.  I could tell that Rachel was getting turned on, her eyes were slightly smoky and she unfastened buttons on her top several times.

I caught Vicky’s eye and she motioned for me to make myself scarce for a moment.  I excused myself and went around the corner to the kitchen, where I could still sneak a peek as to what was going on.

I watched Vic run her hand up Rachel’s leg, she shuddered under the touch.  ‘I have a confession,” she said.

“Yeah, what’s that?” Rachel asked, her voice cracking slightly.

“I want you so badly,” said Victoria.

“But what about Shaun?”

My girlfriend pressed a finger to Rachel’s lips.  Her other hand worked up under Rachel’s skirt.  I couldn’t tell what they were doing, but Rachel started whimpering.  Vic removed her hand and kissed her friend passionately.  “Come on back, honey,” she called to me.

I entered the room, erection visible through my pants.  Rachel looked at Vic, then to me, stunned.  “What’s going on?”

“Simple,” I said.  “We’re inviting you in to our bed.”

“What? The both of you?  At the same time?”

Vicky massaged Rachel’s breast, “We’re not going to make you do anything you don’t want to.  But it looked like you were interested in relieving a little tension tonight.”

Rachel smiled.  “Okay, I’m in.”

Victoria stood up and we both took Rachel’s hands and led her into our bedroom for the first time.

To say that the three of us were nervous would not be out of the question.  None of us had done anything like this before and therefore did not quite know how to begin.  I sat down of the bed and patted next to me for someone else.  Rachel did so.  I took her face in my hands and said, “You’re very beautiful, you know that?  We wouldn’t be doing this otherwise.”

She smiled and blushed.  I kissed her lightly on the forehead and felt Vicky sit down next to us.  She started kissing Rachel’s arm.  I reached over and discreetly fondled my girlfriend’s breast.  Vic, it seemed, was in no mood to wait and took off her shirt to expose her bare breasts.  She put Rachel’s hand on the breast that was being ignored and started moving her kisses upward, lingering at Rachel’s neck.  I put my other hand under Rachel’s skirt and teased her pussy through her underwear.

Rachel leaned in towards me, breaking off Vicky’s necking.  She pulled off my shirt in a deft maneuver and flung it across the room.  Vicky, in turn, unbuckled me and ripped my pants and shorts off.  I was now naked, which I didn’t think terribly fair until Rachel grabbed my cock and commenced jerking.  Unsatisfied with my nudity, Vic removed Rachel’s skirt and panties.  I pulled her rear over to me, undoing the clasp on her sarong and finding no other garments to impede my progress, began to eat her out.  Vicky cried out in pleasure and tore open Rachel’s top, popping several buttons.  She buried her head between the now exposed breasts and thrust her hand between Rachel’s lower lips.

We were a tangle of limbs.  Rachel lost her grip on my cock, so I decided to impose some order on things.  I pulled away from the girls and lay back on the bed.  I was content to watch them grapple with each other for a moment, but soon felt the urge overtake me.  “Hey, what about me?” I said playfully.

They both turned to look at me.  “Oh, are you feeling left out?” Victoria said.  She moved to my right side, while Rachel moved to my left.  “I guess we’ll just have to take care of that.”

Vic lowered herself and sucked on the head of my cock and Rachel stroked the shaft.  The effect of both of them working on my dick was amazing.  I’d never felt anything like.  My hands shot out and found their cunts.  I kneaded and massaged their dripping holes as they swapped positions on my cock.  I flicked them off, my fingers never letting up.  They both gushed at the same time, covering my hands with their sweet secretions.  I savoured their cum, the mixture was the best thing I had ever tastes.  Meanwhile, the girls were doing their damnedest to make me cum as well.  I could feel my dick swelling for the final load under Rachel’s attention.

“Hang on,” I sighed.  The girls stopped what they were doing.  “There’s one more thing I want to try.”

They looked confused, but were willing to give anything a try at this point.  I positioned them in a 69, with Vicky on top.  As they tongued each other’s twats, I slipped myself into Vic’s ass.  She moaned into Rachel’s slit while I reamed her asshole.  My balls slapped Rachel’s forehead.  She reached up and pulled my ass into my girlfriend’s, who started screaming with pleasure.

I couldn’t take it any longer.  I came up Vic’s ass, then quickly pulled out and shot another string of cum on Rachel’s face.  I fell back on my butt and watched the girls play with each other until they were both spent.  Rachel wiped the cum from her face and apparently unsatisfied with the meager offering, moved over to suck my cock dry.  The three of us lay in our sweat and other juices.  I cuddled up to Vic, as did Rachel.

“That,” said Rachel, “was nice.”

“Was it everything you hoped for?” I asked my girlfriend.

“Hey, I’m laying here sweaty and naked with my best friend and my boyfriend.  What could be better?”

None of us could argue.  We fell asleep, dreaming of each other and the evening we had.

                                                                                                                                                  Originally posted Friday, March 04, 2005

Stargazing

He was already lost in her eyes. Entering her almost an afterthought. Watching her face, mouth open, waiting for a kiss.

A kiss, a sigh, still watching. Noticing the sweep of her eyebrows.

Tenderly pushing away a strand of hair from her face.

Their bodies writhing, clutching at each other, struggling for purchase, still he was focused on her eyes.


Blue, fading to grey, as dilated in the low light as she was contracted around him lower down.

Opposites in aperture, equals in intensity.

Breath quickening, pulses rising, a flash in her eye, and release.

He blinked.

So I Watch You Wash Your Hair, Under Water, Unaware

Brace yourself against the wall, you've turned away from me but I can reach every part of you. The water flows down the curve of your breast, followed by the warmth of my hand. Grabbing your hips, I enter you gently. The shower beats a pattern on your back, I soon keep time with my strokes. Reaching up, I grab your hair, forcing your face into the path of the water. You gasp and look back at me and growl. I let go of your hair and start playing with your clit. I can't tell if the wetness is you or the shower. With a final clench of your cunt, I cum over and over again. I grasp you, feeling the shower pour over us and we try to breathe again. You stand up straight, give me a peck on the cheek, and continue washing your hair as if nothing had happened.

Originally posted 3/27/2010

We've Got to Get In to Get Out

So I was due to get in 7:30 PM on Wednesday. I was nervous as all hell. K and I were texting back and forth all day. And I was getting kind of amped up. Made interesting by virtue of the fact I was at work. Thank goodness we wear aprons! I got off work and raced to SJC only to find out, after I've check in and passed through security, that my plane is running an hour late. All of Southwest was running late. I never did find out what was going on. I made it down to LAX about 8:30 or so. And almost to make up for it, my bag was just about first of the plane.

But there was no sign of K and J. I had let them know what was going on, of course. But now that I was there? Not a sausage. I couldn’t get hold of them. I had no idea where I was in relationship to the world. And all of my abandonment issues sprang up for one brief, horrifying moment. But I relaxed, sat down in baggage claim, put on a little music, and waited.

They showed up about 8.50. K was driving, they pulled up to the curb, she hopped out, opened the trunk and we did a strange little dance of what's an appropriate greeting. We hugged and she gave me a peck on the cheek. I put my luggage in and climbed in the back. And we drove off to Anaheim. We were going to stay at the HoJo across from the park. It took about half an hour and along the way we chatted. I was trying to feel J out, because we had never talked before. I mean, we exchanged tweets, we were on friendly terms. I liked him. But I didn't really know him.

They had already eaten, but we swung by a McDonalds to get me some food, and went to the hotel. They booked a suite. So as you entered the door, you were in the 'kids’ room'. There was a set of bunk beds, a couch and a couple of chairs. Off to the left when you entered, was the main bedroom, which had a king-sized bed. They both had bathrooms, which was kind of nice. So we sat in the suite and I ate my dinner and K and J shared a McFlurry that I bought for them. And we chatted and we were all getting along just fine. K climbed into the top bunk because she likes top bunks and was slightly sleepy. But J and I kept talking. And every now and again she would shift and we would both glance up at the bunk and quiet down for a moment. It was cute. And eventually he got up and said he was going to bed.

'I leave her to you,' he said.

She sort of woke up and said that she was going to spend the night in this room, but she was sleepy. She got ready for bed but said at some point she would come down to my bunk. So I slept in the bottom bunk and every time I heard a rattle I thought she was coming down. I slept very lightly, for obvious reasons. I gave up sleep around 4. I wasn't tired, I just couldn't sleep. So I just listened to some music on my iPod and played around on my phone. About 5 she kinda woke up.

'Are you up?' she asked.

'Yeah.'

'Oh.'

'Are you awake?'

'Dunno.'

'Should I, erm, come up?'

'Nooo,' she laughed. 'I'd be concerned for the bed with both of us up here. I'll be down in a moment.'

She came down and went to the bathroom and climbed into the bunk with me, still more or less asleep. She rested her head on the crook of my arm and we just sort of snuggled as I rubbed her side. We talked about their flight out and about the shopping they did the day before as they waited for me to get in. And we sort of talked about N and what she was like; because this was the first time they had met. But I didn't ask for details. She wanted to tell me and I said, 'I'm here with you. Can't I just enjoy you?'

I continued rubbing her side and her back and got down to the curve of her ass. And moved my hand back up, having enjoyed the brief feel. We kissed at some point. A quick, but firm kiss. There was more kissing, exploring each others mouths. A furtive tongue here or there. I bit her lip seductively, and was rewarded with a slight moan. We were still talking. About nothing in particular, but just enjoying the distraction. I mentioned the curve of her ass.

'How do you know about that?'

'Well I can see it. And I copped a brief feel. It was very nice.’

'Did you? I missed that.'

So I did it again, slowly, deliberately, feeling her press back against me.

I started kissing her neck.

'You're not going to give me a hickey are you?'

‘No, I'm not going to give you a hickey.'

'This isn't fucking high school.'

 I bit her neck where it met her shoulder. 'Yeah, I know. I wasn't getting laid in high school.' We both laughed.

I ran my hands over the front of her shirt. And slowly started working my way up, peeling it back as I went. We had spoken the week prior and she said that during extra curricular sex, she rarely took off her shirt because she sometimes felt self conscious about her breasts when they are not in optimum position. She said, 'But if anyone could get me naked, it'd probably be you.' And I pulled up her shirt. She pulled it off her head and arms with a half smile.

I plunged myself between her breasts, caressing, licking, kissing, being as gentle as I could allow myself to be. I took a nipple into my mouth. She grabbed my shoulder and squeezed. I moved to the other and found it just as nice. I was content just to play there for awhile, and then I remembered that there was still a whole other half of a body to play with. I pulled up, and giving her another full kiss on the mouth, I headed south. I played with her toes.

'Wow. You're not ticklish.'

'Not at all.'

I tried this out, tickling her all over but got no response. I gave up after a warning. 'Sometimes J tries to tickle me and I just get annoyed and I hit him.'

She wasn't telling me to stop, but there were infinitely more interesting things I could be doing. So I kissed up to her legs until I got to the hem of her panties. They were simple cotton, with an explosion of polka dots over them. They weren't particularly sexy as such, but, my word, were they cute. I tapped my fingers over her crotch, over her panties.

And with a finger hooked on each side I pulled them down. I knew that she had shaved (she told me that J had done it a few days before), but I was taken aback by the little patch of hair left right above. It was almost touching her clit, it was so close. I stifled a giggle, knowing that it probably wouldn't go over very well, but I did comment on her soul patch.

'Yeah, yeah.'

I bent down, nibbling her thighs. It would be so easy to suck her...no. I had to wait.

I had to earn it. She had to earn it. I teased her a while longer. She was running her hands through her hair and over her chest. I gently opened her up with my fingers and went in for my first taste. The first taste of cunt I’d had in two years. The cunt I’d wanted for months. I lapped her clit, I plunged my tongue in her hole, I couldn’t get enough. I kneaded her clit between my fingers.

‘Not so hard!’

‘Mohrry,’ kinda hard to talk with your mouth full of cunt.

I reached up and placed her hands on my head. She pressed me in deeper. I love to be held in place. I love fingers running through my hair. I didn’t realize how much I missed being touched.

‘Maybe I will let you fuck me this morning,’ she said. At that point I didn’t care what happened to me. I just wanted to make her happy; I wanted to make her cum. I was content enough to keep eating her, but I wasn’t going to turn her down.

I went and got a condom. It was quickly determined that in the bed wasn’t going to work. At the very least I would hit my head. So she grabbed a couple of large throw pillows and lay on the floor. I fiddled about for a moment, but I just couldn’t find her opening.

‘Erm, this isn’t working.’

‘Well, you have a whole box of condoms. Take that one off and we’ll play around until-’

‘No, no. I’m not at a good angle. I can’t find you!’

‘Ohhh. Well you could take me from behind.’

‘That’d work.’

She repositioned herself on her hands and knees, still on the pillows. I rubbed my cock up and down up her slit and then pressed myself in. I never knew someone could be that wet and that tight at the same time. I grabbed her hips and began to fuck her. I am generally a pretty quiet lay. She, as I quickly learned, wasn’t. She kept up a steady stream of moans and grunts. I gradually gained speed, although continually slipping on the carpet.

‘Have you cum yet?’ she asked after about five minutes.

I paused mid-thrust. ‘No.’

‘Well, cum already!’

‘I, erm, okay.’

Slightly annoyed, but a little turned on, I started again. Okay. She wanted me to cum? I’ll cum. That’ll show her. I grabbed her hair and pulled it back as I slammed into her over and over. Before I knew it she announced. ‘I’m cumming! Awwww….’

That was all it took. A minute later I came myself. My thighs quivered and I rested my forehead on her back a moment. I didn’t want to pull out, but my body was rebelling. I got up, and walked wobbly to the bathroom to quickly clean myself up.

She was already back in the bottom bunk. I flopped down beside her. ‘This is better than I could have hoped for,’ I said, referring to the bed and my legs having a chance to rest.

She probably thought I was talking about her. I might as well have been.

We kissed and talked for another few minutes, letting our heart rates get back to normal. She told me that she almost found it insulting if men *didn’t* cum quickly. It meant she wasn’t doing something right. I thought that was kind of odd, but I could see the weird girly logic.

‘We should probably get dressed or J is going to come in here and demand his breakfast,’ she said.

And sure enough not thirty seconds later, he came in demanding his breakfast. No one even blinked. I was surprised at my nonchalance. He wandered out again. K kissed my forehead and got up. I sighed and did the same. This was our first time. But it wouldn’t be the last.

Originally posted 3/20/2010

Handsy

Searching for you in the dark. Did you turn off the lights? Did you blindfold me? My hands stretch out. I can sense you just before I touch you. My fingers touch your bare flesh. The small of your back. You are faced away from me. 

I move my hands up across your back. Finding where the darkness ends and you begin. Or is that the other way around? I brush the hair from off your neck and rub your shoulders. You sigh softly. It's a good start. 

I move to envelop you from behind. Your breasts are a handful. They'd be more than a mouthful, but that would wait for another time. I give your nipples a slight tweak. You laugh. Every time I grab your nipples, you laugh. Why is that I wonder? I knead your breasts gently.  

I move again into a simple hug; wrapped around your waist. The hairs on my chest tickle your back. My cock presses against your ass. Lower now. I feel your heat, resting my hand outside you. But my need takes over. 

My fingers find your clit and you gasp. I hold you close against me; one hand on your breastbone, the other inside you. You writhe against me, wanting more. Three fingers probing, slipping, thrusting, trying to find your secret spot. Your breath catches. My hand grows wet. You fall back against me. 

Still I hold you. Never letting go.

Consolation

I was having lunch at some restaurant. It was fairly insipid, but it was the only place around. A radio was playing classic rock quietly in the corner. Derek and the Dominoes began to drift across the room. 'Layla,' I said to myself. Hadn't thought about that night in a while...

I met her online, as I seem to meet a lot of people, and we quickly went from chatting to flirting to fucking in the dark corners of the internet. She said she would be around my neck of the woods for a business trip. I didn't know what she did. I didn't particularly care. She would be here and she would be mine. We made plans to meet.

I'd seen pictures of course, she sent me a few of her doing deliciously filthy things to herself. But until I saw her in person, I simply didn't realize how much I wanted her. 'Layla,' I called to her. She turned from the bar and waved in my direction. I walked over and introduced myself properly. I kissed the back of her hand. A simple pleasure, but one far too often forgotten.

We had a drink or two, she her wine and I my rum. We talked the talk of politeness. Neither of us wanted to cave first, but we both knew why we were there. I decided to take the plunge. I got up and moved to her side of the table. I reached under and found her knee. I gave it a squeeze. I moved my hand up under the dark blue skirt she was wearing. The waiter came over just as I found out she wasn't wearing any knickers. I ordered another round, my finger slipped into her cunt. Layla gasped slightly. The waiter mistook it for a sneeze and offered to fetch her a tissue. I said that wouldn't be necessary and to just fetch the drinks.

She gripped the edge of the table and ground herself on my hand. 'Do you want to leave?' I asked.

'You ordered drinks, we should drink them,' she said between clenched teeth.

The waiter came back with our drinks. I downed my rum and coke in a swift movement. But she wanted to savour the moment. The wine and the hand. When she set the glass down, she brushed my hand from under her skirt. 'Alright.'

I tossed a few bills on the table. I didn't know if it would cover the tab, nor did I care. She took my hand, the same hand that was just inside her, and led me to the elevator. It made it a reassuring bing and we were swiftly inside.

Layla sucked my fingers, licking her taste off of me. I was rather disappointed actually, I hadn't had a taste yet. She reached for my belt. There was a polite cough and we both turned. A woman of moderate age, but striking features was standing in the corner of the lift. Somehow we both failed to notice her as we entered. 'Do you mind?' she asked.

Layla glanced briefly at me. 'No,' she said firmly to the woman. 'Do you?'

She looked flustered for a moment. 'N...no?'

Layla hit the emergency stop on the control pad. 'Good. Now just you watch.' She bent down and unzipped my pants. She eased my cock out from my boxers and gave me a friendly stroke or two. Layla gave the other woman a quick smile and proceeded to suck my cock. I stood, not wanting to fall back against the wall of the lift for fear I might hit another button.  Her head bobbed up and down my length. She ran her hands over my legs, massaging them, wanting to make sure I wasn't going to collapse on her.

I don't know how long she sucked me, I was far too distracted and excited to keep track of time. Before I knew it, I was cumming in her mouth. She greedily sucked me dry, the tiniest dribble running down her cheek. She tucked me back inside my pants and stood up, starting the elevator again along the way.

The elevator binged again and we were at our floor. Layla turned to the woman who still stood in the corner.  'Enjoy that?'

The woman nodded mutely, still obviously stunned by what she had just seen. Layla kissed her on the mouth and gave her breasts a fierce squeeze. 'Good. Whatever you do tonight, have fun,' said Layla. She took me by the hand once more and led me out of the elevator. As the doors closed I could see the woman sag against the elevator wall and cup her breast.

We stumbled into Layla's room. She tore the shirt off my chest. I was slightly more careful with hers, but it joined mine on the floor in short order. I looked into her eyes, flecks of gold catching the light, and pushed her onto the bed. She kept it on, but I flipped up her skirt and gazed for the first time at the contents therein. That she was shaved was no surprise, that she was already wet neither. What surprised me was how much the mere scent of her was turning me on.  I climbed on the bed, on my hands and knees, my face hovering above her cunt, breathing her in. She grabbed my head and pushed me down.

I kissed her folds, slipping my tongue between her lower lips. I broke off and delivered a series of tiny love bites around her cunt. They weren't hard enough to break the skin, just enough to mark it. Each time I bit her, she pulled my hair. I opened her with my fingers. Layla's clit was already poking out from under the hood.  I bit down on her clit and she screamed. Still latched between my teeth, my tongue flicked her clit over and over. I put a finger inside her, curled it back towards me and buried it as far as it would go.

'Ooooh, hang on,' she moaned. I stopped, a little disappointed. She shuffled around on the bed, finally settling with her ass lifted in the air. 'Go to town, lover!' Now that's what I like to hear!

I spread her cheeks, burying my tongue in her tight asshole. I could feel her tense and give in to my attentions. She reached back and began playing with her cunt. With a free hand, I held hers in place, deep inside her. I came up for air, giving her ass a playful smack. I gave her another, less playful smack when I could tell she was enjoying it. A third followed, then a fourth. I'd've continued but I still had plans for her.

Realizing I was still wearing my pants and shoes, I took them off. My cock was still moist from Layla's mouth. Good. I positioned myself behind her and slowly pushed myself into her ass. That lovely ass. I gripped her hands, fingers intertwining, muscles stretching, bodies relaxing into position.

'Yes,' I said, my voice barely above a whisper. I groaned in pleasure as I sank all the way in. I fucked her ass slowly, wanting to make the feeling last forever. Her hands flitted between her clit and my balls. My strokes grew faster. She was on her hands and knees now. I had one hand on her hip, the other clasped her breast. I couldn't contain myself. I exploded in her ass, my cum filling her deep.

I collapsed on the bed next to her. Layla's chestnut hair spilled across my chest as she curled up beside me. 'Well that was good for a start,' she said.

'A start?' I panted, still trying to regain my breath.

'I'm booked here all weekend. And my meeting isn't until Monday afternoon. If you think you're going anywhere, you are sorely mistaken.'

She took off her stockings and tied my hands to the bedposts. I was too tired to put up a struggle even if I wanted to...


The song ended. The radio was now playing some crap Frampton song. I was jarred from my memories. I pushed my meal to the side and pulled out my phone. I sent her a text. 'Thinking of you.' I turned off my phone. I didn't care if she had anything to say in reply. I walked out into the world.

I Woke Up and it was There

I'm sure the stone floor was hard on his knees. It was cold enough on my bare feet, but I wasn't going to stop him. I rested on the edge of the bed and let him suck my cock.

At first he was just teasing me. Licking the very tip and blowing gently, causing tingles running up and down my legs. Soon enough he wrapped his hand around me and started jacking me off. His tongue traced a pattern on my balls and very gently, he took one into his mouth. Normally, I'm not a fan of having my balls played with, but whatever he was doing was working today! All this, however, was merely prelude.

He kissed the tip of my cock very gently. He looked up at me and our eyes found each other. Never breaking that contact, he slowly put his lips around my dick and worked his way to the base. His tongue played with the underside of my cock. He moved up and down, not letting an inch of me go untouched for more than a second. Already I could feel myself ready to explode under his expert attention.

'I'm going to...' I started to say.

He nodded with me still in his mouth. OH! He began to stroke me faster, leaving just the head of my cock in his mouth.

And
      soon
             I
             came

I filled his mouth with my cum. He lapped it up, not wanting to spill a drop. I fell back on the bed, and after he made sure I did not have any more to offer, he joined me. I touched the side of his face very gently, just for a moment. I moved my hand lower.

'Let me get a breath back,' I said. 'But we're not done yet!'

Lazy Saturday Afternoon

I felt your hair brush the tip of my nose.  Groggily, I half opened an eye.  Your face loomed over mine, brown hair cascading and framing it.

'Hey, I must have conked out.  I'm sorry,' I said, shutting my eyes again.

'Don't be.  You looked so cute, I didn't mind.  We're running a bit late now, though, so you'll have to hurry.'

'Oh.  Oh, okay,' I reached out my hand to pat your leg.  'You're naked,' I said sleepily.

'I'm not the only one.'

I opened my eyes and looked down at myself.  Sure enough, I was naked too.  'Didn't I have clothes on when-?'

'Yes.  But as I said, we're running late.  So, I undressed you.'

'Impressive.'

'I'm a woman of many talents' you winked.  'Now, come on.'  And with that you swung your leg over my head, leaving me face to face with your pussy.  While I am the first to admit that I'm not always the sharpest tack in the drawer after I've just woken up, this was fairly clear.  When someone puts a pussy in front of your face, you eat it.  It'd be rude not to.  So, I went to town.

I noticed you'd shaved again, keeping only the smallest of patches at the top.  I liked it.  I'd've said something, but it's also rude to talk with your mouth full.  My tongue licked your lips, playing along your sensitive skin before diving into you.  I probed, I thrusted, I trilled, all to get at you.  You taste so damn good and thankfully, there was plenty of you to be had.  And have you I did.  I turned my attentions to your clit, which was already red and engorged even though I hadn't even touched it.  Ever so gently, I took your clit between my teeth, not biting it, just holding it in place.  I flicked my tongue over it again and again.

You began to buck wildly on my face.  You swayed back and forth, holding your breasts and moaning.  I reached behind you and held the sweet curve of your ass, keeping you precisely where we both wanted you.  You came, flooding my face with your juices, my tongue trying valiantly the keep up with you.

You sat back, your face meeting mine for a kiss.  'I taste good enough to eat,' you murmured.

'Always,' I kissed you again.

Without breaking off the kiss you worked yourself onto my cock.

'Oh fuck,' I groaned happily.

'If you insist,' you said around my earlobe, which you had in your mouth.  Your hips met mine, mine met yours, phone numbers were possibly exchanged, and they definitely made plans to get drinks later.

I held you close, gazing deep into your eyes as my cock trust deeper into you.  I pulled you in for another kiss.  Our tongues danced playfully between our mouths.

We rolled onto your back in a smooth motion.  You brought your legs up, allowing me greater access.  You clasped my head to your bosom.  I bit your nipple and you squealed in delight.  My breathing grew ragged and you purred in my ear.

'I'm so close,' you gasped.  'Please.  Please.  Make me cum.'

I went on with no abandon.  Your fists were beating my back.  I could feel you stiffen underneath me.  I grew impossibly hard and--

I lay on your chest, listening as your heart slowed down and you got your breathing back under control.  'Oh, honey,' I said.

You reached out to the nightside stand and pulled the clock around to see the time. 

'Whoops.  Looks like we missed the movie.

'How long until the next showing?'

'About an hour and a half.'

I slipped my hand between your already slick legs.  'Well, in that case we have plenty of time...'

Written 11/28/2008