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...