seconds

November 27, 2006 — badinfluencegirl

one second was all it took.

one innocent move and he was hers. well, his body was.

she didn’t know of course, how could she after all, they hadn’t met and he had no intention of telling her.

one second and he went from standing there to being grateful that his coat was long enough to cover his instant erection. it was so simple what she did, one tiny movement, three seconds maybe and all he could see in his mind’s eye was her.

she had dropped her keys you see.

the tall, leggy, redhead in the expensive looking and skintight exercise outfit. the one he could tell she actually used for exercising. he could tell because she had muscles on top of muscles and because the clothing looked just a little worn.

the kind of muscles that came from lots of exercise but not too much heavy lifting. those long and lean and gorgeous muscles that dancers and martial artists got. except this girl clearly also liked her food.

he could tell because she had hips and ass to go with her muscles. this girl had muscles *and* curves.

she dropped her keys.

and just like that she bent over, at the waist, and in one long and fluid movement that could have passed for dancing she just… picked them up.

he swore her pelvic floor winked at him.

he reacted faster than he could imagine, instantly hard and vividly seeing his hardness entering her as she remained bent like that. he had his hands in his pockets and his coat sort of artfully draped before she was even really standing straight again but she never even saw him.

she just walked on and went in to the building next door while her spectacular bottom drew infinity symbols on his libido. he couldn’t believe anyone could have a body that good in real life.

and her curves!

just a smidgen more flesh than she wanted he was sure but oh he wanted to bury his fingers in it and feel her taut muscles through it.

he felt himself grow harder still as she disappeared from view and he turned to the alley between the buildings.

this was insane, it was broad daylight!

nothing could stop him, her round bottom swam before his eyes and he saw her again as she bent at the waist and again he saw himself entering her. feverishly he freed himself from his pants and began to stroke himself, disappointed to feel his own flesh rather than her warm wetness but way too far gone to care.

he could feel the soft firmness of her hips beneath his hands as he pounded himself into her. see himself sliding in and out of her almost to the hilt. practically feel her throbbing around him as each time he withdrew until just the very tip of himself was left to tickle her hole.

he groaned and increased his pace, feeling himself tighten and electricity course through his body. his buttocks tightened and tightened again and he felt himself begin to drip.

he could see her there, bent over at the waist as he shuddered into her, erection somehow growing as her juices soaked him and she gushed down her legs and all over him. he knew he would reach around her and fondle her clitoris.

he would rub it and circle it and slam himself into her repeatedly and he would dip his finger in her honey and use it to stroke her throbbing button as she groaned and pressed herself back into him.

she would cry out and brace herself against the bricks in front of him, her hands reaching for the wall as her bottom pressed back against him, her channel throbbing and milking him.

her sopping wetness would hug his raging hard-on and her wild thrashings as he played with her clit and her slit and occasionally just rubbed against her would triple his already wild arousal. he could feel her as she shook and bucked under him.

he could hear her groan and stop breathing as she came, feel her shudders against him as he lost himself inside her. sense her lust as she felt him start to pump into her. and for once, just to see it, he would pull out.

he would pull out and stroke his engorged penis just like he was right now and stroke and stroke until he couldn’t hold it another second and then he would spurt and spurt all over her heaving buttocks and her winking pelvic floor and he would smear his seed all over her just like he was spraying it onto the bricks he was staring at right now.

dazed he gathered himself and repaired his wardrobe, stunned to realise what he had just done a hundred feet from a frantic street in the middle of a september afternoon.

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hoes

November 24, 2006 — badinfluencegirl

[fyi if you missed back beat and are only reading one post of mine today?  read that one instead]

i’m having a hard time the last few days. this guy that i fell in love with last year, this guy that lives not here, he’s in town.

i’ve known that he’s coming to town for like at least a month and a half and i thought that i was prepared. i mean there is no way i’m letting a guy who walked into my life and stepped all over me come to my town and hang with my friends without me pissing on my territory first.

well that’s what i was thinking.

but that’s not what’s happening.

he’s pissing all over my territory right now and i’m not even invited. i mean i sort of am, i could have gone to play games tonight with them all and it would have been fun and stuff but i went to play with my band instead.

so of course it was one of the worst band practises we’ve ever had. no one was quite there. fucking figures. i probably started it with my angst.

anyway i figured he’d be at thanksgiving dinner but he’s leaving before it (who ever heard of coming to town and leaving on saturday when you’re only 7 hours away?) and then i figured that i would see him on friday and that doesn’t seem to be happening either.

so i saw him by accident today for five minutes and that’s it.

that’s what i get.

and the thing is, it’s not so much that i want to hang out with him specifically as that shenanigans will be had with MY friends in MY town and i don’t get to play. bad isn’t invited.

and they’re having all this fun and i’m not welcome. in the old days? they would have told me to come even at midnight for a few more precious hours of hanging.

i called after band practice, thinking i would hear ‘get your ass over here’ or at least ‘here’s the plan for tomorrow night’ but no. i said ’see you saturday [thanksgiving dinner]‘ and my friend said

“yeah”

bad isn’t invited.

bad was invited once, they were the three musketeers.

but then i had to go and call him on it.

i had to go and say ‘you’re an ass and you treated me wrong’ and instead of standing up for his so-called best friend [turns out she's only convenient local temporary fill-in best friend] and telling his best friend that he’s an ass?

instead of saying ONE fucking word to the guy about his shitty behaviour?

yeah, instead of that the guy who calls me his best friend just said he wanted to pretend he knew nothing about it. i said i didn’t mind. i said i didn’t think he should have to choose, i’m the one who fell in love after all.

and you know a couple of things happened, there’s no pedestal for the guy anymore. mr. stomped on my heart is human at least in the eyes of our mutual friend.

but somehow, after all that i’m the one who lost out.

i’m the one who is cut out of group fun because it’s uncomfortable.

is it weird that i want to dump the person who calls me his best friend for not telling off his actual best friend on my account?

aren’t i supposed to turn the other cheek?

isn’t there like some thing where you say ‘dude you were an ass to her and you should apologise’ isn’t there?

yeah, no there isn’t.

bros before hoes… doesn’t matter how much of an ass the bro is.

*

it makes me angry that i will lose a close friend over someone else’s bad behaviour. but the elephant in the room just doesn’t go away.

why didn’t my friend stand up for me?

even when his eyes were filled with heartbreak over the bad behaviour of someone he loved. even then he said nothing.

stupid bros.

*

this same friend has told me he loved me twice. in not quite such clarity but nonetheless the feelings were made clear.

both times he was with someone else.

different someone else’s.

why do i want to be friends anyway?

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back beat

November 21, 2006 — badinfluencegirl

[i'm sorry i've been afk for a few days... just didn't feel up to writing and commenting... sorry!]

she was so excited.

finally it was here, the night she had been anticipating for months. her favourite artist at a venue she loved. she bided her time until just before he came on, that time when the crowd was excited but still willing to part, and then began worming her way to the front of the steadily growing crowd.

it was warm inside the giant room and getting steadily warmer the deeper into the crowd she wormed herself. she brushed her body past warm and sweating people until she was almost within reach of the stage.

the warmer the temperature grew the more grateful she became for the brief top and skirt that she was wearing. she had been planning to dance but melting into the crowd suddenly held significantly more appeal.

the opening throb of the bass reverberated through her body and the room and she seethed forward with the rest of the crowd.

*there*

her hand found and held the rail and she pulled herself the rest of the way through until she was leaning on the railing with the crowd surging behind her.

she couldn’t do more than sway with the crowd to the music although her shoulders danced a little when they could. this girl was a dancer, even in a general admission crowd her body would try to dance.

her eyes closed and she swayed to the beat while enjoying the sensual press of hot human bodies against her skin. it had been too long since she had touched other humans even anonymously.

she lost track of the time as she stood there shifting her weight on her feet and vibrating to the didjeridu and drums pouring from the stage.

entranced she stood in awe and watched the wonder before her. without really noticing she pressed her bottom back into the person behind her and danced against them.

heedless of what effect she might be having on anyone around her she lost herself in the music and the small movements allowed to her.

then she felt it.

a finger traced it’s way down the line between her buttocks and back up and she jumped in place and turned around. the crowd surged behind her and no one was looking at her at all. she had no idea which of a dozen people had just felt her buttocks.

the finger returned and traced it’s way back down that line and darted for just a second to the cleft between her legs. she gasped and squirmed a little.

again she looked behind her and again she had no idea who it might have been.

shrugging she turned her attention back to the stage and the magic flowing from it. her body moved to the music and surfed against the push pull of the crowd.

this time the finger started low on her inner thighs and began to trace it’s way upward. she jumped a little again and looked around frantically.

how was it possible someone was touching her so intimately and yet she couldn’t see them or move toward or away from them?

she shivered and the finger paused in it’s travels before continuing to again tease at the cleft between her legs. she couldn’t help herself, she pressed into it a little.

it responded by finding her swelling button and stroking it gently a few times.

she felt herself lubricate in response. she couldn’t believe this sensory overload… packed in with thousands of other people and listening to this crazy beautiful music and being swept away on it and now this?

she pressed her bum back again and was rewarded with a swelling hardness against her buttocks. she shimmied a little and felt the finger get joined by another and both stroked against the thin knickers she was wearing.

she might as well have been wearing nothing under her skirt. she could feel herself lubricating and the moisture was definetely soaking her panties.

she pressed into the fingers and swayed sensually to the music. her face open to the stage but her thoughts significantly further down her body.

the fingers stayed there, pressing gently into her clit and circling ever so slightly against it. her sopping undies adding delightful friction to an already delightful sensation.

she was lost, lost and she didn’t care who could see or what they saw.

she felt a hand trace her spine above her brief shirt and then slide around to her front. leaving her hands on the fencing before her she braced herself as that same hand traced around the front of her waistband and then slid inside.

she gasped as a finger was suddenly dueling with the fingers outside her panties. this one slid along her channel to find her sopping already and then teased her hole.

she felt herself respond to the fingers and her pelvis began to pump a little in reaction. the stiffness behind her grew and pressed more firmly into her buttocks.

suddenly she gasped as her panties were yanked aside and the first set of fingers plunged into her. they stayed like that, she lost in the sensual flow of the music and sensations behind her as he drove her on an ever higher spiral of desire and lust.

she rode his hand then, his fingers fucking her as his other hand danced on her throbbing clit. she could feel the tremors starting deep inside her as her knees began to weaken.

she would have fallen if not for her grip on the rail and his hands inside her. she had no strength in her knees and her legs were jelly.

he pumped his fingers, two at first and then a third, into her in perfect time with the music as his other hand played the offbeats on her clit.

her hips bucked, coming away from his hardness and slamming back into it as he drove her on and on again. she felt it then, her insides opening and turning to liquid as she started to come right there in the middle of five thousand people with a strangers hands inside her.

tremors shook her and she slammed again and again into the body behind her as she bucked and screamed right there on the dance floor of the packed concert.

he left his finger on her clit as his hands deserted her still quivering hole and dragged her panties down to her knees. she felt him working behind her and resumed pressing herself into him, her pelvis rocking into his as his finger touched her clit and sent her into aftershocks.

then she felt him leave her a little, his hardness deserting the crack of her ass and she moaned bereftly into the screaming of the crowd.

she would not be disappointed long. she felt him then, nuzzling against her entrance with an entirely new instrument and she thrust back against him and impaled herself on his rock hard cock.

she braced then against the fencing as he took her hips in his hands and slammed into her to the throbbing back beat of the music pouring from the stage.

the crowd around them surged oblivious as he fucked her there against the crowd barrier and all she could do was press herself back into him and hold on to the fence.

his hand left her hip and returned to her throbbing clit to tease it again using the offbeats as his penis pounded her with the drumbeats.

she screamed like a banshee and gushed all over him as she redoubled her efforts to take more of him into her. he leaned over her back then and they touched all along their lengths as they allowed the surge of the crowd to move them.

his motion grew more forceful as he felt her gush and then he sped his finger on her clit and teased it until she screamed again and came all over his penis in a spasm of quivering muscles and throbbing pelvic floor.

she was rewarded with the feeling of his thrusts getting steadily more random and then her throbbing walls milked him and he spurted into her again and again.

she moaned as she felt his hot juices shooting into her and collapsed against him, still joined to him as they moved together to the music.

eventually he slid out of her and then she felt her panties slide down her legs.

she stepped out of them and then turned once more to see who her strange benefactor had been… but he was gone and she would never know.

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to sleep

November 15, 2006 — badinfluencegirl

i can’t sleep.

i can’t sleep because i’m all wired up inside. my tummy is churning and tossing and roiling and yet i’m not sick and i don’t need to use the bathroom.

i try a hundred positions and i’m still wide awake.

i go to the bathroom anyway.

i try fifty more.

i check that my alarm is on.

i try twenty five more.

i find myself lying on my stomach with my hand under my cheek and another resting under my hipbone.

i think about chef. [twenty five year old calvin klein model looking, short blond haired, running hipped and climbing shouldered, most likely seen wearing low rise ooooooold jeans that just stay on his hips and a loose but somehow clingy linen shirt hottie that i know {yes, really that hot}]

i notice a little electric tingle and a renewed surge from my tummy.

i think about you, reading my blog and touching yourself, and i get another tingle.

i think about book [the man i would marry if my life were a book. not sure we'll ever get around to dating] and i think about the last couple of stories that i wrote and i think about the man that most recently stepped on me and i think about the man that i most recently had sex with.

i realise that i am lying with my legs as wide apart as they will go and my mons pressed into the bed.

i think about that.

i am intrigued.

i think about chef some more. i think about what it would feel like to take his beautiful little bottom into my hands and hold it as tightly as i want while i impale myself on him. i know i can do this because muscle likes when you do that and he’s made without fat.

i wonder how his lats and back would feel under my hands.

i feel my fingers tingle.

i remember that he knows how to move from his centre, that magical point a third of the way from your belly button to your pubic bone.

i wonder how it would be to fuck a twenty five year old who runs and cycles for fun and endurance. who climbs for strength and pretty muscles and grace.

i note that i’m opening down below.

i consider moving my body.

i get a little jolt through my pussy.

i notice that my body is relaxing and consider sleeping now. i would have lovely dreams if i were to do that.

i twitch downstairs and notice that my toes are slightly curled. from this i get the idea that sleep won’t come easily at the moment.

i think about a hot, hard, thick, erect cock entering me in exactly this position, legs open as wide as they’ll go and bare bottom to the sky.

i twitch and feel my pelvis grind into the bed a little and i notice that i am feeling very moist now.

i feel little quivers begin in my depths and my toes get a little tighter.

the hand that is under my hip becomes a finger that reaches under me to slide along my trimmed mons and over my aching button.

i twitch again, much more strongly.

i feel my finger slide along my sopping wet labia and back to my aching button and i tremble there.

my pelvis lifts off the bed a little for easier access and i feel myself respond instantly to my finger and it’s work. i slide around myself for a while, teasing at my entrance and returning again and again to my button.

my hard, protruding, wanting, needing, aching clitoris. i stroke it again and again, changing the pressure and the angle and the speed and i feel myself beginning to lose control of my body.

i lose all sense of finesse as shocks begin travelling from my centre to my toes and back. my hips are jerking up and down now, still relatively small movements but my buttocks are flexing.

i imagine you watching me, my legs spread wide as i play with myself and you slowly releasing your straining cock so you can play too.

i feel myself open wider.

i flip over and place my hips on a pillow so my clit is the highest point on my body and begin to rub it more purposefully with occasional dips into the well for lubrication.

the well is feeling left out.

i groan as my hips thrust and my cunt begs for filling and i reach up and grab my beautiful, blue, vibrating rabbit dildo while my finger continues to tease my throbbing clit.

i turn it on to it’s lowest setting and tease myself with the swirling pearls. i know they’re for inside but they feel amazing this way.

i rest the moving head along my sopping slit as i soak the toy in my juices, slowly i turn it and then start to slide it up and down along myself. never quite losing the beads as they turn against me.

i tease my entrance with the head as it rotates against me and undulate slowly against the toy. i tease myself with it for as long as i can bear before finally sliding it in most of the way with one thrust.

i turn on the clitoral stimulator piece and slowly fuck myself with the blue simulated penis. i particularly like the material and the way it feels like real skin after my lubrication gets done with it.

it will never replace a real penis of course but for now i fuck myself with it, hard and fast and not nice at all.

i tease my clit with the rabbit ears as the rotating head slides deeper and deeper inside me.

i’m panting now and my hips are thrusting again and again to meet the toy as i feel my buttocks flex against the pillow they’re resting on.

my head thrashes from side to side and i feel a gush start deep inside me and coat my toy. i pump it into myself with renewed enthusiasm as i writhe on my pillowy throne.

tremors are filling me now, my toes curling hard as i throb in that inexplicable way that happens when you’re riding a wave that ends in an orgasm.

i feel myself trying to clench and close off and i fight it off and open and open and open as the toy slams into me now and i speed it up again and again until i’m panting and my head is thrashing from side to side until finally i can bear it no longer and i howl as i am engulfed in pleasure and my pussy throbs and throbs again around the plastic penis buried deep inside me.

i feel shocks run through my body that start and end deep inside myself and i feel myself clench around my toy again and again as slowly my pelvis sinks back down on to the pillow and the tension that’s been building in my tummy all day finally dissipates.

i drop my vibe on the shelf beside my bed, drop a finger to my throbbing slit and tease ever so slightly. rewarded by little aftershocks i smile to myself and slowly drift off to sleep on waves of pleasure…

perchance to dream of you?

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mr universe

November 13, 2006 — badinfluencegirl

first i have to say that i was interviewed by para of chilli vanilla last week and he’s just posted the interview. you can find it on the main page and the permalink is here. and damm y’all, he said really nice stuff!

if you’re new here and visiting from him please note that very few of my posts are as non-sexual as the following:

mr universe:

there was this man once that i fell in love with.

no, not my ex husband.

and today for some reason an old email he sent me very early in our relationship came up in conversation and i went and read it. and now i feel like crying.

i mean this guy and i split up a long time ago, he’s the guy after whom i haven’t had much luck dating . it’s coming up on four years soon actually. anyway somehow i had reordered the beginning in my head.

i had sown the seeds of our destruction in my memories of the early parts of our relationship.

but they weren’t there.

they really weren’t. we were in love and we communicated and we thought each other’s quirks were cute and we couldn’t imagine not sleeping in the same bed.

i remember feeling that way about him, in some ways i feel that way about him still. i really thought he was my guy you know? we were so earnest and we meant it so deeply.

it’s unfortunate that i was rendered broken shortly after we fell in love.

sometimes it feels like the universe played snatch and grab with me. you know like the carrot on a stick that you dangle in front of a donkey? or like how you tell a kid they can have ice cream if they eat all their brussels sprouts and then you hold out on the ice cream.

whatever.

i just wonder why i had to know what it felt like to match with somebody. two people actually, but the other one was a shapeshifter and not real. to have that finished jigsaw feeling… and then to have it die.

and not die easily either. it was like dying of cancer or the death of a thousand cuts or any other metaphor that sums up long and slow and painful.

in some ways he’s still the other half of my personal jigsaw puzzle… even the sex was damm good. although i’ve had better but rarely.

it’s just there’s that cruel sense of humor. the one that manifests in strange and terrible ways. the one that means he doesn’t pull punches (er verbal) when he’s fighting because part of him will be amused by your reaction.

dating people as self aware as i am who are disconnected from their emotions can be fraught with danger.

what’s worse is that he’s fixed a lot of the things that needed fixing. he’s MORE my match than he was when we were together.

incidentally?  me too.

i’m mad at the universe for breaking me so soon after i found him. we never got a real chance. i was broken before we were properly joined.

and then he broke too.

how can i still be sad when it’s four years later?

how can i go look at this old email and be filled with old emotions, old emotions that linger the next day and fill me with this sense of bereftness?

and yet?

with all of that? i still wouldn’t take him back. he’s still cruel and he still thinks being cold and mean is a good break-up strategy.

note to self, stay out of your old email!

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stalling

November 10, 2006 — badinfluencegirl

[for the record. just because i fantasize about it doesn't mean that i want it... and neither does anyone else. not without proper safeword protocols and consent at least. got it? really got it? good. ]

******

*click*

she stopped on a dime and waited, her back to him still.

“i didn’t say you could leave” she stiffened “now get your ass back here.”

she moved rigidly and slowly and turned to face him. he held the gun calmly in his hand, casually, even loosely. she didn’t doubt he would shoot her where she stood.

she looked at him but didn’t approach him. he took the gun a little more firmly in his grip and gestured with it. “on your knees” and he unzipped his pants in an unmistakeable gesture.

she swallowed.

he looked at her.

she stared at him, at the growing bulge in his pants, at the hard metal gun shining dully in the light. he gestured again, using the gun to make a sort of come hither motion toward his crotch.

he couldn’t be serious.

she stared at him. “don’t make me get nasty with you” he said with deadly calm and she blanched. blanched and walked toward him. stopping a little ways away she sank bloodlessly to her knees.

she stared at his weapon as it gleamed softly in the dim light, hard metal looking somehow menacing and dangerous just by it’s very existence.

he stepped toward her and took himself out of his pants. his cock was already semi-hard and it grew as she stared at it.

“stop stalling”

she shuffled forward a little and took a deep breath. lifting a hand she reached “no hands.”

she leaned in that last little bit and inhaled him. he smelled of man and fading soap and of healthy, clean cock.

she couldn’t help it, she licked her lips.

hesitantly she touched her tongue to his manhood. it was unexpectedly beautiful, thick and well formed. it tasted clean and fresh and she bathed the head with her tongue.

he growled a little.

she opened her mouth and he pushed inside, she almost gagged as he hit the back of her throat and her head jerked back. he growled again and took a handful of her hair in his hands.

holding her there he leisurely moved his hips as she worked desperately on him. she opened her mouth around his cock and she swirled her tongue around the head whenever he came out of her mouth enough to let her.

he fucked her mouth like that, leisurely with her hair in his hands and his weapon in the other and she kneeled there, moving a little as he allowed her to and took him in.

he hit her gag reflex again and again and she felt her body wanting to react but she fought it desperately. please relax she thought to her throat, please relax. somehow she knew that throwing up all over his thick, hot cock was not an acceptable option.

in the meantime she worked her soft palate and tongue against him, feeling him react in her mouth as her warm cavern stroked and squeezed him. occasionally she dared to scrape her teeth along him and was rewarded with an indrawn breath and another growl.

finally, finally she felt her throat relax and the next time he thrust into her mouth he let out a long oh of surprise as he felt himself enter her throat without resistance.

he held her firmly then and started to fuck her. his hips moved faster and faster as she tried desperately to keep him lubricated and slippery while he fucked her mouth harder and harder.

she tasted him in the back of her throat then and her eyes startled open to stare again at the almost forgotten metallic weapon in his other hand. her mouth was flooded with the hot metallic taste of cock and precum while her eyes filled with the threat implicit in the gun he was holding.

oh my she wasn’t, couldn’t, be feeling, no it wasn’t possible she was… she was aroused! her cheeks burned scarlet as she witnessed her own humiliation. bad enough that he was forcing her degradation like this but to find herself wet in the meantime?

she mewled a little in her mouth as she felt her own arousal and resolutely closed her eyes to it to deal with the situation at hand. he was still pistoning into her mouth and she could feel him throbbing but she could also tell that this wasn’t going to get him off.

hesitantly she reached up a hand and cupped his balls, she knew this was verboten but she hoped… as she squeezed he groaned again and she could tell that he wanted to tell her no hands but that it felt so good he would let her anyway.

she cupped his balls and massaged them gently in her hand and then, greatly daring, she paused for one second to lick and moisten her second hand and then in one move she grabbed him at the root.

before he could draw breath to speak she started to spiral her hand around in sync with her bobbing head and the hand massaging his balls. subtly she took control of her head and swirled her tongue around the head of his throbbing cock while her hand pistoned up and down in a tight spiralling motion.

he groaned, long and low in his throat as he allowed her to worship his penis. he held her hair still, his breath coming in short gasps as his hips jerked and his buttocks flexed with each stroke of her hot mouth.

she shifted repeatedly where she knelt, her own arousal rising as she felt him throbbing against her lips. she could smell herself mixed with the scent of him in the room and she only hoped that he didn’t notice, didn’t realise…

she didn’t think she could bear it if he did.

she freed a finger from his balls and slid it along the soft skin behind them and up the crack of his ass. he stiffened and growled a little and then she reached the rosebud of his anus and she pressed there gently.

he gasped and shuddered into her mouth and now it was her turn to make a noise deep in her throat. that it was more of a purr than a growl haunts her still but nonetheless she redoubled her efforts with her tongue and hands as he took her hair more firmly in his grasp and fucked her mouth for real this time.

long, hard strokes of his cock as she felt his balls hit her chin and the head of him land deep in her throat. her hand was waiting as he pulled out and she massaged and spiralled with her hand as he thrust into her again and again.

she felt him start to throb then, his balls tightening under her hand and the thrusts of his hips getting more and more jerky. she pressed more firmly against his anus and he growled again, deep and low in his throat.

heedless of the warning she allowed her finger to enter him ever so slightly. she was squirming for real now, trying and failing to rub her thighs together without his noticing. she was so wet and so aroused and she really couldn’t believe it was true.

she left her fingertip inside him and then held it there as he pistoned his hips. each jerk forward almost removing her finger as he thrust deep into her waiting mouth and each press back sinking him further onto her waiting finger as she dragged her mouth along his throbbing penis.

that did it, he cried out and she felt his balls tighten even more and then that wonderful pulse ran up his hard cock again and again until she felt his semen hit the back of her throat in long warm splashes.

she sucked greedily at him and milked him for every drop as he shuddered there against her mouth. she removed the finger from his anus and continued to massage his balls with one hand as she dropped the other to ‘rest’ between her legs.

she couldn’t help it, she rubbed herself against her own hand as he finished spurting into her mouth and she felt herself gasp and shudder against herself.

he felt her gasp against him as he allowed himself to slide from her mouth. she held him a moment and caught a last drop from his tip before dropping her other hand to ‘rest’ on the first one.

desperately she fought to still her quivering hips as he tucked himself back into his pants. he gestured toward her with the gun “you enjoyed that didn’t you?”

she stared up at him mutely, mouth hanging open and eyes glazed with lust. her mouth looked like what it was, well fucked, but it was her heavy-lidded eyes that gave her away. she shook her head a little.

“stop stalling” …

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azurri …2

November 7, 2006 — badinfluencegirl

azurri

she made a move to get up but he stilled her with a gentle hand on her thigh “no stay, eat a little more, swim a little for cleanup and then…” and he let his voice trail off meaningfully.

she shivered then and felt a twitch between her legs. that little quiver or pulse or heaviness that meant she was lubricating and her body was wanting.

her eyelids grew heavy and he smiled as he slid a large, oily olive along her collarbone to her throat and up to her lips. her lids dropped further as he traced her lips and then slowly pressed the olive between them.

she chewed and swallowed and her eyes fluttered closed as he teased her mouth with a morsel of bread slathered in soft, melting brie. she parted her lips and he slid the decadent food into her mouth and trailed his fingers along her lips as he fed her.

dazed she ate what he fed her and shivered each time he slid food along a part of her body. at first he focussed on her neck and collarbone but slowly he began to notice the crease of her elbow or the top of her spine.

he covered her slowly in oil from the olives and then disappeared a moment after feeding her another sensual bite of cured boar around cheese. before she had a chance to miss him he was back and she felt oil slide down her skin.

she smelled olives and laughed.

he began to massage her skin then, soothing her with the sweet, fragrant oil and finding each crease and dimple and line before tracing them. he drew little whorls in her skin and occasionally dropped to lick the oil mixed with the salt of her sweat from her body.

she moaned of course.

his hands, the breeze, the kiss of the sun on her skin… she was lost in a haze of sensuality and only gasped when he began to tease her nipples with his breath.

he laughed, deep in his throat, and bent to feast on her engorged nipples. he bathed them and nibbled them until they were like pebbles to his lips and then he simply put his mouth over them and blew.

she arched up and found him there, held above her on his arms as he teased her nipples… he let his weight take her back to the deck and then slid along her oiled length until his penis tickled her moist curls.

they slid along each other then, oiled skin rendering them slippery as they rolled around on the deck. they stopped, panting, and began to kiss in earnest.

long, slow kisses that caught their breath in their throats and left them gasping for air. kisses timed perfectly with the slow undulations of their oiled bodies against each other.

he rolled them over then so that she was above him and she straddled him and began to tease the tip of his throbbing cock with her curls. he growled and picked up her hips.

sliding her into position he stopped a moment and then let go. with a gasp she came down his shaft and landed hard on him. wolfishly he grinned and then began to move. slowly at first until she began to ride him and then they moved.

as one they moved, he lifting her hips to ease the burden on her knees and she dropping forward to rest some weight on her hands. gradually they picked up their pace as she rode him and popped her pelvis up and down to meet him. he strained a little under her weight but rose up to meet her each time she slid down his rock hard shaft.

their breath was laboring now and he released her hips to fondle her, one hand on her clit and one reaching between them to lubricate and then around behind to tickle the rosebud of her ass.

she gasped and arched and moved faster on him, oblivious to her knees as she drowned in the pleasure he was lavishing on to her body. she lost track then of what was happening where, feeling only pleasure coursing through her body.

his magical thumb teased at her clit and his finger behind her just rested on her tight little bud until he finally slightly changed the angle and she screamed as she rode him down and his finger pressed up. filled at both ends now she lost it and her rhythm grew faster and yet more ragged.

shudders coursed through her and she screamed again as her body convulsed around him and pulsed and pulsed and pulsed again. she felt herself getting even wetter and he thrust into her again while releasing her with his hands. gathering her to him he flipped them over until she was resting on the deck and then he stopped, poised above her on his arms as she quivered there and stared hungrily at his dripping penis.

he touched her entrance with his tip and she moaned, thrusting up, bereft now that he was no longer there.

he chuckled again and dropped a little to slide himself along her sopping slit and tease her throbbing clit. as she arched to him and quivered with aftershocks he readjusted and buried his steel rod into her to the hilt. she gasped and grasped his buttocks with her hands and they fucked then like animals.

there was no grace or beauty to this, this was purely lust and they drove each other to the brink and beyond. she worked him with her pelvic floor muslces and try as he might he couldn’t hold back and she felt him then, spurting inside her and this was enough to trigger her to ride the orgasm wave one more time and together they cried out and thrust into each other as their bodies convulsed around each other before finally collapsing to the deck.

they laid like that, panting and quivering for some time before she laughed with delight.

he smiled “ahh my love, i do hope you enjoyed the appetizers”

“appetizers?”

“why yes” and he nodded meaningfully toward the blindfold “there are some things i think it’s time for us to try”

she gazed into his eyes, speechless with lust, and only nodded. she was stunned to realise that she was already resetting and that her body still craved his inside her. this was new for her, usually by round two she wanted a break at least.

“shall we clean off first” he asked? and without waiting for an answer he leapt from the boat to land in the water with an almighty splash.

“i guess so…” she muttered and dragged her languid limbs beneather her to stand, quivering, on the deck. “at least i can float in the water.” she took hesitant steps to the edge of the boat and he laughed to see her so off her feet. he was delighted that he had rendered her into a scrap of quivering lust and couldn’t wait for the main course.

she dove in then, a shadow of her usual grace, and came up with a grin “oh it’s perfect!”

“and so are you” he said as he swam to her for a kiss before darting off again to porpoise in the gentle waves. in answer she smiled and then floated there, on her back, letting the hot sun beat down sensually on her exhausted body.

she lost track of time as she floated there and may even have dozed off ever so slightly. she woke to a finger gently tracing her breasts and ribs as the water lapped at her now cooled skin. she shifted to tread water and he came in behind her and began to stroke her body under the water.

she shivered as his fingers touched her nipples and her collarbones and finally her sex. she couldn’t imagine she could be ready again this soon…

but she was.

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i saw you

November 5, 2006 — badinfluencegirl

i saw you. and you saw me.

but those are two different tales, vignettes if you will.

i went to a concert tonight and there was this man there taking tickets and i tripped on a step when he caught me looking at him. in my head i didn’t trip on a step and go back to rejoin my best friend. in my head, this is what i did.

i walked back to him and i just looked up. i like when i have to look up at guys, it almost never happens so it’s a treat for me. you had me by at least four inches and that makes you somewhere around 6′3. yummy.

just a hint of whiskers over a nice face with smile lines bracketing your mouth and a twinkle in your eyes.

you caught me looking and you read my mind. i appeared there beside you and just looked at you while you took tickets and got steadily more aroused.

you were pretty sure you knew what was coming.

you were right.

the lobby finally clears and i’m still there. your fellow ticket takers and ushers disappear to hear the wonderful band inside and we’re left there, alone.

you turn to look at me.

you take my hand and lead me around the corner to a sheltered alcove off a well lit alley. i close my eyes and inhale you, my nose at your collarbone, my head down just a little.

i feel you trace your hands from my shoulder points down my shoulder blades and the muscles along my spine to the small of my back. you press ever so gently.

i sway toward you and look up at you. your mouth is there waiting and we feast on each other. savage in our intensity but strangely gentle with our hands.

i tangle my fingers in your hair and hold your head into me. you respond by sliding your fingers under my bottom and lifting me to my toes.

our sexes meet through our clothes and we both gasp. we continue to kiss for a time but our bodies begin to take up an ancient rhythm and soon our hands must needs follow.

i slide my hands down your neck and along your shoulders until i am gripping your lats. i press your chest into me and dig in with my fingers.

you leave one hand on my ass and slide a finger into the crease in my denims. your other hand creeps up and under my shirt and almost instantly you are teasing a rising nipple.

i gasp into your mouth and feel your answering chuckle in my own throat. my pelvis grinds harder against you and i drop a hand to the base of your spine.

suddenly i bless the current style because your pants are loose at the waist. i slide a hand into your jeans and grip your splendid ass with my hand. you gasp into my mouth.

i chuckle of course.

your hand leaves my rear to fumble at the button of my jeans and i continue my explorations and slide another hand into those pants of yours.

i love that you aren’t wearing underwear, i don’t have to fumble for you i’m just there with your skin. i’m not wearing any either as you’re finding out right now.

we smile into each others mouths and begin to tease each other. i feel you slide a hand down the crease that frames my neatly trimmed pubic hair and i gasp and twitch and slide my hand further around until i am just tickling your balls from behind.

you wriggle a little because it almost tickles and then i feel them tighten under my hand and i know i have you. my other hand slides along the crest of your hip to your navel and then i drop my hand until i am brushing your tip.

you find my nexus and just rest your finger on it for a moment while i still against you. slowly you pulse your finger against me and you kiss me with the same rhythm.

i gasp and clench a hand around you and you groan at the pressure and your finger slides further into the folds between my legs. i am sopping wet of course and i feel you stiffen a little more in response.

i release you from behind and cup your balls instead… both my hands are playing with you right now and you groan and pull my bra away from my nipple. your mouth drags itself away from mine and blazes a trail to my aching nipple. i moan as you slide my shirt away from my breast and expose it to the night air, simultaneously laving my nipple and then nibbling it.

now free, your other hand drops into my waistband from the rear and i feel a hand reach around and almost immediately you slide a finger inside me. your other finger matches it’s rhythm against my clit and i lose control almost immediately.

my thumb finds precum and i smear it around the head of your cock, my reward your indrawn breath against my breast and the subtle change in the rhythm of your fingers on my body. i feel myself buck a little into your hand when you slide in two more fingers at once and i gush a little.

you laugh, low against me and i shiver a little at your breath. you leave your hands where they are but sort of move your elbows out and i feel my pants start to move off my hips. the cold air hits me at my hottest point and i arch into you, muscles clenching around your hand.

i release your balls for a second and finally unbutton your pants and when i let them go they slide to your knees. i grab your shaft again and spiral my hands around as i stroke your silken flesh.

you come into me, leaving your hand between us but bring your other hand around to your pocket. i sob out a breath as your fingers desert my dripping entrance but am rewarded when i feel you nudge your manhood beneath me.

you leave yourself there, sliding along my dripping channel and touching my bum in the rear, and you let me ride you like that as you fumble in your pockets. a condom appears out of nowhere and you bring it up to my eyes. yours hold a question.

i nod and take the condom from you, unsealing the packet with my teeth. we stop for a second and stare and then fall into each other’s mouths. i kiss you frantically but my fingers keep working the packet and you groan as you feel me move you out of the warm and wet juncture of my legs.

i roll on the condom and basically follow it down, sliding down your penis until we are joined at the root and then we move, small motions at first that only move us an inch or two in either direction.

it’s hard for me because i’m swaying on my toes and you have to hold me up. you reach around behind me and cup my ass, lifting me off my feet. you don’t have to ask me twice and i wrap my legs around your lean waist. you take a step and then another and i feel a wall against my back.

all i can do is hold on, legs wrapped around you and arms on your shoulders as you thrust me into the wall again and again, hands under my buttocks and guiding our movements. i drop my head to your neck and i nibble and mouthe it with my hot breath.

we are panting now, our mouths on each other’s throats as we fuck against the wall right there in an alley. anyone watching knows exactly what we’re doing but can’t see a thing. this thought excites me more.

you change the angle of your pelvis a little and suddenly i lose the ability to think. i feel myself contracting around you and gushing and then gushing again and i moan long and deep in the back of my throat. you groan in response, the added lubrication making us even more slippery and when i gush a third time you cant take it any longer and i feel you thrust and thrust and thrust and your cock pulses inside me for a time until you collapse against me.

we kiss like old lovers then, my legs still around you until i feel you moving my legs. as my legs drop to the ground you allow yourself to fall out of my and drop to your knees before me.

oblivious to the fact that anyone can now see my face i throw my head back and cry out as your tongue flickers against my engorged clit. you put those magic three fingers back inside me and in seconds i am crying and throwing my head from side to side as you drive me to a clitoral orgasm to go along with the one i just had from the inside.

i collapse then, sliding down the wall until we are entwined in a little pile of spent lust just quivering under your coat.

*

i am going down the stairs in my favourite ‘t-shirt’ of the day … it’s bright green and plunges in a v to the top of my cleavage. i have a nice rack so it attracts attention.

i know this, it’s why i wear the shirt.

i catch you with your eyes fixed on my breasts as you mount the staircase and i watch you look up at my face as we meet and notice me watching you.

for a moment we recognize each other and then the moment passes and we walk on. but i know what you did.

i know what you did in your head after that moment. i know because i did it too. i thought about nothing else but what you had flashed me in that one glance. what you wanted to do to me.

you wanted to take me and press me against a wall in front of god and everybody and feast on my neck and collarbone until i writhed against you.

you wanted to pull my shirt even lower to expose my hot pink bra and then you wanted to assault my nipples. you wanted to chew them and suck them and lave them with lust until they stood at attention and begged for mercy.

you wanted to clamp my ass and press my sex against your shaft until i mewled with wanting. you wanted to shove your hand down my pants and take me to a quick and dirty release right there against the wall.

and then, when you had me at your mercy and gasping with pleasure? you wanted to drop my denims and your trousers and fuck me right there against the wall.

you wanted to fuck me so hard that my hips slammed into the wall. so hard that i howled and didn’t care who heard.

you wanted yourself buried inside me as far as you could go and even then you would only ever want more.

i saw you. do you understand how much of you i saw?

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intimacies

November 3, 2006 — badinfluencegirl

[real post starts without the []

[go read this: and thank viviane for posting it]

[and today is 'love our lurkers' day inspired by bonnie over at my bottom smarts :

Today, MBS is joining many other wonderful spanko dirty blogs to invite lurkers to say hello. We know you're out there, in Nottingham and Peoria, in Toronto, Adelaide, and Bonn. We see you in our statistics. By the thousands, you come here and read.

I ask you to poke your head up just far enough that we might see you. Please leave us a comment. You don't have to share your life story, unless you want to. You don't have to have anything to say. You don't even have to give us a name, though it's easier to respond if you do. I invite you to test the water. If you ever felt inclined to introduce yourself, now is an ideal moment.

Don't worry, you're among spankos sex lovers here. Your thoughts are most welcome!]

intimacies:
you know it’s all well and good to have the kind of anonymous sex that leaves you horny for days.

the kind that leaves you having flashbacks later.

it’s fucking awesome, honest it is… except for one thing. it’s still just anonymous sex. there’s no intimacy or friendship. there’s no one there in the morning to trace the curve of your shoulder and watch you wake up. there’s no one to make breakfast with and laugh over the comments on one of your blogs.

you don’t have romance or caring. you have dirty, anonymous, casual sex. and you know what? i have really enjoyed my casual encounters in the last couple of months, they’re a new direction for me and it’s kind of cool.

in fact i’ll probably do it again, and more than once.

but it’s not what i would choose if i had a choice.

kind of cool, by the way, because i’ve had very little in the way of sex drive for a good ten years. ever since a really negative threesome experience i had once. right then i lost my innocent exploration and started getting prudish. [that took me a VERY long time to figure out.]

i guess the three years of celibacy after my last ex were good for one thing anyway. it’s like i’m rediscovering my sex drive or losing my virginity again or something.

i feel like i’m starting fresh.

and while ultimately i expect to return to celibacy rather than casual encounters i still feel like this is a really positive step for me.

i was so horny i fucked a stranger. i mean wow. i always wanted to be that kind of horny. i knew all these other people that thought sex was fun. i even vaguely recalled it being fun myself.

it wasn’t too bad if i got involved with instigators. i’ve tended to be relatively easy to coerce… at least while we’re still liking each other. it’s when i fall for someone who doesn’t instigate.

yeesh. we just sort of forget to have sex.

this has been of growing concern for a while. so after my last ex i had a period of ‘ew sex icky’ and then i went on a search for my sex drive.

and i seem to have found it.

i hope so anyway, i won’t know until i’ve been partnered up for a while and i see how things are going but i’ve made some fundamental changes in the way i approach things so it seems to me it would have to be better.

like, and don’t laugh, in a lot of ways i’ve been very sheltered and not so much in others. anyway, like i was always too shy to help myself out while i was having sex with a man and then this year i was having sex with a man that i dated for a couple of months and i kind of already knew that we weren’t going to work out…

so i didn’t care somehow and i just … reached down, and helped out. and he went apeshit, he was all turned on because i was doing that. well well well. learn something new every day.

i feel like an idiot and i feel like i’ve wasted a pile of time. but then i think about the years of celibacy that i’ve had in between relationships and i realise that i haven’t had that much time really.

i just think it would be really nice to have someone reading on the couch right now, or reading over my shoulder and telling me to come to bed.

someone who made me laugh and feel safe and wanted. someone who would instigate and liked adventure and books and sweating and cats.

someone whose body i could learn all over with my fingers and my nose and my eyes and my heart. someone who would explore fantasies and far off places with me

i feel like the possibility of that kind of thing keeps me wanting to be a ‘nice girl’ because you know, no one likes a slut. and i balance that with year upon year of no one to fuck and i think to myself that at some point casual has to be okay.

it has to be enough for me because that seems to be all that i get.

and don’t get me wrong, i’m certainly willing and able and happy to masturbate. well i am NOW… but i’ve probably gone six months before… anyway it’s fun to play with myself but still after years of it i just want to feel someone else once in a while.

i don’t know why i’m the kind of woman who isn’t noticed, i just know that it’s true. they want to fuck me or they want advice about girls… but dating… not so much.

there’s another change in my self that’s even more interesting.

i don’t feel icky in the morning after casual sex anymore.

i was so horny i fucked a stranger. wow. is it wrong that it makes me all delighted with myself?

[i came up with this hilarity but it doesn't fit the post:

casual sex is the mcdonalds of sex, it's good for a quick fix and visceral satisfaction but you can't live on it.

hee!]

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azurri

November 2, 2006 — badinfluencegirl

one fine day two sweet young things went off on a boat to play in the ocean. they brought with them fine wine, lovely cheese, a few other delicacies and some actual food.

they had water and fuel and a talent for navigation and their colour was running high as they set off on their excursion.

the sea was that shade of blue that is generally reserved for digitally enhanced photographs or perfect days on the water. the colour that no one believes could be real until they see it themselves.

their skin was browned by the sun and their hair had been lovingly coloured by salt, sea, sun and years of it. in short, they looked like what they were, beautiful young things that had grown up outside and in the water with nary a wintry day to trouble them.

they lived in paradise and they knew it.

she didn’t know that he had a plan, she knew of a small bag and a mischievous smile but that was all.

arms about each other’s waists they sailed out of their harbour and into the azure waters of the sea beyond and as soon as land became a bit fuzzy in the distance they were skinning out of their clothing and laughing like children.

of course neither of them sported tan lines.

they set the boat to rights and quickly set the auto-pilot to take them to a favourite cove. a place with small cliffs on all sides and a black sand beach at water level.

a place where the only other beings they would see were dolphins, sea birds or schools of brightly coloured fish. of course they couldn’t wait.

as they worked he watched her golden body as she bent and stretched to put the food away, at a certain moment she felt his eyes on her and he saw her nipples crinkle.

he inhaled.

she stilled.

no one could say who moved first but suddenly they were on each other. she sitting on the tiny counter and he pressed against her body while their tongues danced and their skin delighted in it’s companion.

she felt him then, springing erect against her and she moaned into his mouth and just … shifted a little so that his tip was nestled at her entrance.

he groaned to feel her there and grabbed her perfect ass with his hands as he ravaged her mouth and ever so slightly parted from her and returned to nestle.

again and again he moved his hips that way, just teasing at her entrance until she sobbed into his mouth and she pressed herself forward as he drove himself into her and they shouted out.

she wrapped her heels around his waist and he walked her, joined at the root, up the stairs and on to the deck. he kneeled ever so slowly and then allowed himself to slip out again as he lowered her to the ground.

in seconds they were fucking.

violently and animalistically.

she left furrows on his back with her blunt fingernails and he left bruises on her hips and thighs. they howled and moved as one and their movements became ever more frenetic as they drove themselves faster and faster.

their tanned bodies glistened in the sun as they used each other mercilessly, alternately attacking each others mouths and throwing their heads back to pant and moan.

he reached under himself, magically still moving in that driving rhythm, and he fingered her throbbing clitoris. she screamed and gushed and he played her mercilessly, plunging his shaft into her over and over while she writhed at his ministrations.

she screamed again and bucked and bucked and bucked again and as her muscles thrummed around him he felt himself erupt into her for what felt like eons and they then collapsed in a gaggle of limbs to the deck.

“thank you my love” she said.

“oh no, thank you my love” he replied and they shared a smile before dropping their heads and dozing in the sun awhile.

the soft beeping of the autopilot roused them some immeasurably lazy increment of time later and he smiled and rose to take them into their cove and set an anchor.

she rose as well and went below to make them a snack tray filled with grapes and cured meats, soft cheeses and spreads and beautiful baguettes.

they met on the deck again to sit with their limbs entwined and feed each other kisses drenched in local wine and delicious food. they noticed not a whit that they occasionally spilled oil and things on themselves. the sea was here after all.

he smiled as he saw her notice.

out of the corner of her eye she had spied it. her nipples crinkled and her eyes widened as she saw the blindfold he had left casually draped from the rail.

“is that for me?” she said breathlessly. he nodded, delighted with himself when he saw the lust flood her eyes.

“yes my dear, it is”

and she closed her eyes and shivered while her nipples grew into little pebbles…

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