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we lie panting on the bed, our slick skin resting comfortably against each other and our fingers idly tracing each other’s lines. we’re smiling that glorious just fucked smile and resting in a pile of our comingled juices.

okay most of them are mine.

i tease your nipples gently for a while, playing without any particular promise and we talk for a while of nothing and anything and i reach down and cup your still penis in my hand.

he’s not really doing much at all but i hold him for a while and we start to discuss what we might do next. i feel him stir when we start to get descriptive and add just a little more promise to my gentle ministrations.

i twitch a little in response and somehow the tone of the conversation changes and you start to spider your way along my skin with your hands. i’m quite sensitive at this point and shiver with each touch.

our attention drifts from our conversation and we start to pay more attention to what our bodies are telling us than to our words, our words which were only needed while we were waiting for our bodies to want each other again.

it never takes long.

you lean over and begin fondling my nipples with your mouth and i gasp and increase my pressure on your manhood. your manhood which is beginning to grow in my hands. i love it like this, still soft and small but filling with promise.

i make a sound in the back of my throat and twitch my hips, you reach up to kiss me and then bring yourself around to nuzzle me with your lips. this brings your hardening cock to my lips and i growl my pleasure as it sinks into my mouth.

i draw you deep in my mouth and work you with my tongue as i feel you grow and swell in my wet embrace. you groan and it reverberates through my pussy and i feel fresh tremors course through me.

i draw my head back until i am just teasing your head with my lips and scrape you gently with my teeth before drawing all the way away to blow gently on your overheated skin. i lick and tease my way up your cock to the base and take each of your testicles gently into my mouth before teasing my way back down to the tip.

meanwhile you are feasting on me like a starving man, and your eager mouth meets my eager pussy and fireworks erupt. i’m already twitching and curling my toes and i can feel my hips lifting into your mouth.

your tongue dances in my wetness as i shudder into you and sink your now raging hardon into my hungry mouth. i feel it hit the back of my throat and let it sit there and flirt with my gag reflex until i can’t take it anymore and i draw back a little and then return there.

again and again i take you to the edge of my throat until i feel ready and then i open the back of my throat and take you deep inside. my soft palate rides the top of your hard cock until i need to breathe and i draw back and begin to fuck you with my mouth.

drawing down until just your tip is inside and then sliding up to tickle my nose with the neatly trimmed hair on your balls. you moan into my voracious cunt and i shudder and shudder again.

i pull you out a little to where i can hold most of you and still breathed and work you with my tongue as you thrust three fingers inside me and tickle the upper wall of my vagina as your mouth dances on my clit.

i’m so busy paying attention to sucking your cock that my orgasm sneaks up on me and i’m bucking into your face before either of us realises it’s happening. never one to let an opportunity pass you pile up some pillows and flip me onto them.

i land with my low belly on the pillows and my starving pussy staring at you and you waste not a second before you slam into me right to the hilt and your balls slap against my clit.

i moan low in my throat and thrust back against you as you grab my hips and drive yourself into me. we are both grunting with effort now and moaning and each time you slam into me your balls hit my aching clit and i lose a little more control.

i can feel the shudders coursing through me and i gush all over your already glistening rod as it pounds into me and i gasp and writhe as another orgasm builds and releases as i feel my muscles seize you and milk you and you just keep pounding away.

groaning i force my legs wider and press back into you harder as i just keep coming again and again and i lose track of reality as you shout your exaltation and erupt into me. you stroke once, twice more and then slam into me to the hilt, your breath hot on my back as your manhood erupts deep inside me and my womanhood trembles around you.

we collapse, laughing in something like awe and panting, back to the bed where we will no doubt attack each other again very soon… or after a little food.

pulse

i am so incredibly horny right now.

i mean that rare (for me) kind of horny where you want more sex while you’re still having some.

where while you’re having your third or fourth orgasm from the tongue lashing you’re taking you beg for a hard cock because you just need filled.

the kind where even after a day of some of the best sex of your life you basically spend the next few days in a haze of throbbing pussy and sense memory.

where even though you can hardly move from sex all you want is another round.

every time you move something rubs on something and you’re lost again in this haze of blissed out hormones.

i mean hell, i’ve been losing track of conversations for days now, i keep just dropping into this naked fantasy with my vagina quivering and my low belly sending lust messages.

i catch a glimpse of my new toy (review coming) and i feel my breath change in my lungs and my mouth drop open and pant. my nether regions twitch and my eyelids start to drop.

from looking at a toy!

heck, not even the toy but the BOX!

i’m literally pulsing between my legs. just sitting here thinking about how and what to write about my current state of arousal and i’m pulsing. in fact that last sentence has me up to throbbing with a little burning.

i’m trying to ‘be good’ because i have a sex date tomorrow but i’m not sure that i’ll make it. it’s more fun if you wait and delay the gratification but i’m horny *now*

and yesterday, and the day before and and and…

it’s burning it’s so strong. isn’t it supposed to get easier if you’re getting some?

isn’t the awful empty feeling in your cunt supposed to go away? shouldn’t you feel just a little satisfied? can’t the craving just chill a bit?

i know it relates to cycle and i know i need to treasure it while it lasts and i surely am but oh man this is hard! how do you nymphomaniacs get through years of this?

already i’m losing my mind from the lust filled haze that i’m wandering around in and it’s only been a few days.

what do you do when you feel insatiable and you can’t bear the idea of anything but a real, live, rock hard, throbbing cock?

i think i might have soaked through my pants while i wrote this post!

***

ps if a man, upon discovering that you have a bed buddy and that you consider yourself a nice girl, leans over and says ‘nice girls need sex too’ in your ear

is that a come on?

dah-ling

dah-ling

dah-ling

she jumped a little as her phone informed her that she had a waiting text message but she reached for it anyway.

u busy?

working, what’s up?

thinking about u

and me

in my bed

oh my!

what are you thinking?

she didn’t ask herself what she was doing. she didn’t ask herself why she was doing it and she most certainly did not think about where she was. if she thought about where she was then she would have to blush and die of embarassment. much better to

dah-ling

dah-ling

much better to turn off that ringer!

you of course

and your sweet nectar

*twitch*

this is so unfair

how on earth is this unfair?

you know where i am

so

so you know i can’t get distracted right now!

oh please, this is the perfect time

besides, you know you want to…

or better yet, you want me to…

*raised eyebrow*

what is it exactly that you think i want?

to start with?

you want me to take you, no questions asked and no waiting for you to ‘get ready’ or ‘be in the mood’

you want me to tear your clothing from your body

and you most definetely want me to devour every inch of your skin as i ravage you with my feasting mouth and questing tongue

and then i’ll casually thrust my fingers into your dripping sex and tickle your g-spot until you writhe and then i’ll rub you just enough to make you come all over my hand

she closed her eyes and willfully tried to force herself to stop rubbing her thighs on each other. her legs were pressed together and her lips were parted and she was damm sure her cheeks were flushed.

and even if none of that were true she could feel herself throbbing into the hard bench she was sitting on, in fact her pelvis was trying to rock back and forth on it!

please…

please what?

please toss you on your bed and use you like the slut you wish you were?

please sheathe my raging hardness into your sopping cunt?

please pump and drive and ride you until you howl?

?

please

i can barely see straight and my legs are quivering

she dropped her hair forward to cover her flushed cheeks and begging mouth and tried to make her fingers work on her phone. any second they would call her name, any second. somehow that knowledge only made things worse.

she could feel her body opening for him. he wasn’t even in the state and she could feel herself opening and moistening. hell she wasn’t moistening, she was dripping. she would probably leave a puddle behind when she stood up.

at least she was wearing a black suit.

ah that’s just how i like you

and i bet your pussy is twitching down there just thinking about this

i wonder how it will react if i tell it what i’m going to do to you after i fuck you frantically and hard and leave you soaking wet and begging for more

she felt herself lift off the bench until she was practically levitating an inch above it. her pelvis trying to move and grind her engorged sex into the hard wood of the chair she was using.

after i flip you on your back and place your fantastic ass on a stack of pillows and sink my cock into it as fast as it can take it.

after i fuck your ass long and hard and pull out and spurt all over your back

her teeth sank in to her lip and every muscle in her leg clenched and she felt herself throb from the inside out. visions of his beautiful cock fucking her sensitive ass dancing on her eyelids.

and then finish you off hard and dirty with one finger and a bored look on my face…

her thighs clenched and clenched again and she collapsed into the bench as tremors shuddered through her. she could not believe she was having an orgasm sitting here fully dressed!

“ma’am?”

she looked up, startled to find herself still here “yes?”

“the president will see you now.”

dappling

i’m moving.

i’m moving into a beautiful apartment with large windows and wooden floors.

i’m moving into a gorgeous place that looks out onto a ravine and just a couple of ginormous older houses.

a place, might i add, without curtains.

i know that i’m supposed to get curtains, just like i know that i’m not supposed to force people to look at my naked back while i write in my blog.

and i don’t want to get curtains, i just don’t.

i’m going to be working in this place, clients will come there and i will teach their bodies to speak with them and i will teach them to treasure a fit body.

and my body won’t want to wear clothes when it’s there alone (or with a lover) and most especially not in the summer.

do i owe it to my more sensitive clients to help their modesty along and keep them screened from the beautiful trees outside the window?

to shelter them from the sky and the tree branches and the ginormous old house at the top of the hill across the way. the hill that puts them straight across from me and yet i live several floors up.

to refuse the dappled sunlight that will fall on them as they exercise on my gorgeous floors?

don’t i owe it to them to let nature land on them in all it’s glory for at least one hour a week?

don’t i owe it to myself?

and in that case do i really need to get drapes to hide my nakedness from the world?

but then i pause you see, and i realise that my bedroom has the same windows as my living room. that my bed will lie there enthroned in light no matter what i’m doing in there.

naked always, covered occasionally and enormously sopping wet and sexual not nearly often enough.

do i want my neighbours to have to see that? would they want to? am i willing to share that with them?

i mean i am willing to share it with the internet after all, doesn’t that count for something? doesn’t that prove me an exhibitionist? but you see you’re all strangers and i don’t know you.

i can’t meet you at the corner store and have you say to me “hi, i’m the surgeon across the way, would you mind buying some curtains?” can i?

gosh i would be absolutely mortified you know?

it’s just that right after that i think about the light and the trees and the nature. about the plants on the window sills and the cats peering about at the world and i don’t know if i can bear to cover it up.

what’s a girl to do?

i want to wake up naked and sun-drenched with light dancing on my skin as the leaves outside wave in the breezes. i want to smell the outside air and feel myself melting into the warm sheets beneath me.

i want it to be blood-warm and restless outside as i lie there languidly in my bed and with heavy lidded eyes i trace the contours of the leaves on my skin.

i want to slowly travel on leaf shaped paths down my body and around it’s curves as i slowly play with my skin and the light warming it.

i want to start to move languidly like bb king was playing my hips like he strums his guitar.

i want to hear the breeze and smell the leaves and cry out to the outside air my joy in another perfect summer’s day in my new home.

i don’t want to hide behind the curtains….

do i have to?

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