Wednesday, May 26, 2010

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

Sunday, May 23, 2010

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...

Saturday, May 22, 2010

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*

Thursday, May 20, 2010

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...

Tuesday, May 18, 2010

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...

Saturday, May 15, 2010

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...

Wednesday, May 12, 2010

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

Monday, May 10, 2010

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

Friday, May 7, 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

Thursday, May 6, 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.

Saturday, May 1, 2010

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!'