it’s never the same image and it never lasts long but it’s there.

sometimes it’s just a naked chest, rippling as it moves below me or a limpid look in a pair of eyes or buttocks flexing as they move.

sometimes it’s two bodies, the spaces between them opening and closing as various parts slide along each other.

or the sound of the breath that forms between two mouths and circles there becoming at once more than simply oxygen impregnated air.  becoming somehow possibility and magic instead.

the look of lips swollen with passion and heavy with promise.  intent gaze fixing on mine for a moment.

the soft sigh as a particularly tantalizing morsel of flesh is discovered, and devoured.

the feel of dense muscle bunching and flexing beneath seeking hands.  bones sliding under skin as bodies learn each other’s rhythms.

heads thrown back.

hands gripping shirts and tossing them to the side before lightly furred chest teases soft skin.

nipples crinkled long before the cool air reaches them.

mouth dropping to feast on over sensitized skin.

toes curled.

muscles tensing in response to a particularly teasing or arousing touch.  body arching for more.

bodies gleaming as sweat warms them, urgency growing and yet somehow not quite yet.

moisture pooling in my core.

it’s the sound of a groan as nails slide up dewed skin or the giggle as a body is manhandled into position.

it’s the feel of a head resting on my stomach and shoulders separating my thighs.

it’s the moment when two bodies align perfectly and still continue to dance rather than complete the circuit.

it’s the taste in my mouth of my teeth learning the joinings at elbows and thighs and shoulder to neck.  nibbling and biting and lavishing attention on the strangest bits.

the feel of my body ready and waiting and the little pulses that surge along  nerve endings even when i’m alone.

the deep heavy pulse in my vagina whenever i close my eyes and see it.

the feeling, deep in the bones, of that first entry and the anticipation that soaks any pair of panties i wear.

that deep languid feeling low in the pit of the belly that says not if but when.

the curiosity that will be sated.

the droop of my eyelids whenever my brain takes me back there.  back to the land of sighs and groans and skin and laughter and gasps.

i see the before; every time i close my eyes.

he growled deep and low in his throat as he slid the rough pad of his thumb across the top of her buttocks and realised that she was knicker free beneath her skirt.  she shivered at the near tickle on private skin and smiled.

the park was overgrown due to the city workers strike and she thrilled at the feel of the long grass against her freshly shaven legs.  the decadence in the overblown shrubbery and flowers suited her mood perfectly.  they steered each other to a bench beneath a tree and sat, arms still wrapped around each other.

they talked sporadically, fingers stroking arms and arms reaching farther around.  their shoulders turned toward each other as he pulled her legs across his lap and smiled into her shadowed face.  they looked at each other for a long moment.

looked and then he quirked his lips just a little and started kissing her cheeks and her eyelids and tracing her jawline with long fluttery touches of his questing mouth.  her mouth slackened somewhat and she felt her hair caress his hand as she tipped her head back.  he smiled into her neck and trailed kisses down to her collarbone and along it.

she trembled.

his lips traced a cool line back along her collarbone to the hollow of her throat and then up to the lobe of her ear.  he nipped once, a little sharply, and she gasped and her eyes flew open as her head lifted to meet his gaze and he laughed and kissed her mouth.

they kissed this way for seconds or hours, neither of them was ever sure.

kissed and stroked and fondled until their breath was hot and their hands were no longer making any pretence of staying over their clothing.  he tore his mouth away long enough to lift her onto his lap, long enough to encourage her to let her legs part just a little, long enough to unsnap her bra with one stroke of his hand, just long enough to slide her shirt up and suckle her nipple.

she gasped and let out a tiny moan before sliding her hand between them to yank up his shirt and tease his nipple with her bluntly manicured nails.  little nibbles with her fingers and flickers had his nipple standing at attention instantly.  her other hand slid down to rake up his back, his body arched and his head falling back to free them to continue kissing.

she tore her lips away with a groan of her own and repositioned herself so that she was straddling him; her soaked folds pressing against the erection straining inside his shorts.  he tore his shirt off and pulled hers to her armpits and they were naked chest to chest as they writhed against each other, hands wild and tongues mating.

she felt herself shuddering deep inside and couldn’t bear it.  couldn’t bear it like this so she tore his button free and dragged his zipper down and grabbed his penis and pressed it’s length against her sopping channel.  pressed it there and writhed with him, rode against him as her clitoris used his penis as a masturbation tool and felt herself soaking his shorts as she rode.

he grabbed her bottom and helped her use him, squeezed and pressed into her sopping folds as she panted against his neck.  he felt her quake, knew she was close and leaned in to bite deeply where her neck met her shoulder.  bit and then released to blow and she cried out and shuddered against his raging penis as tremors and little gushes of liquid left her collapsed against him.

they laughed together and he reached into a pocket, pulled out a little packet and looked at her significantly.  she glanced around the park and nodded once, decisively before taking it from him and rolling the condom on to his dripping cock.

he kissed her long and thorough and then stood her up and turned her around, kicking her legs a little further apart.

“sit” he said.

and she did.

with a long groan of satisfaction she slid straight down his penis to grind her ass into his lap.  he slid forward on the bench and then used his arms to drive her up and down his length

“play with yourself”

and she reached before her and started to stroke her sensitised clitoris and the quakes started almost immediately.  he groaned his satisfaction and used her as she came all over his shorts and his shuddering penis.  came and came until she cried out heedless of the public park she was fucking in.

she shuddered and quaked and pulsed and gushed and he died a little and went to heaven and fought her as long as he could before finally, with a long and blissful groan, he erupted into her twitching pussy and they collapsed, spent on a bench in the middle of a park.

slowly they came to themselves and laughed, delighted and embarrassed.  they talked a little and necked some more as they tidied themselves up before she said “i’m so sorry i have to go…”

and he answered “i do too.  oh my it was wonderful to meet you, may i call you?”

the girl across the way was killing him; in fact she was at it again right now.

there was a man in her apartment, had been for days.  there was a man in there and they were both naked ALL.THE.TIME. and yet he hadn’t seen them *do* anything.

he was like to die with frustration, they were clearly fucking and just as clearly he wasn’t getting to see anything.

so frustrated was he that he almost went out for a beer instead.

almost went out for a beer until he realised that they were spending the night in.  sat around and pretended to work while he kept half an eye on the window below where they were cuddling naked and playing video games and talking.

it looked nice.

sometimes he was even rewarded with views of her glorious body as she went to the kitchen or bathroom and each time he felt a stirring in his centre and wondered if more was to come.

it was.

the blue glow finally disappeared and they were limmed gently by one soft light.  he saw her turn and curl into the man next to her, watched them kiss languidly and stroke each other and he watched, rapt and hard as their blankets slipped and hands roamed.

he saw her hand reach for the man’s penis and stroke, watched it rise quickly as she touched it.  watched but swore he felt her touching him at the same time.

felt her hair stroke his chest as she laved his nipples with her tongue and his own hand reach around to stroke her back.  was sure it was his own head dropping back to drown in her ministrations even as he stared, mesmerized by the scene unfolding before him.

she played with her man’s erect penis for what seemed like hours before she finally dropped her glorious head of hair around his groin and took him into her mouth.  he laughed when she promptly stalked to the bathroom in frustration and returned with her hair up and out of the way; was glad that he would be able to see all of her face as she played.

she dropped to the couch and shared a long kiss with the man in her apartment even as she reached again to his straining erection.  reached and dropped her head to sink his shaft into her throat.

he groaned and dropped his hand to his own member, bottle of lube at the ready.  felt his hand follow her rhythm while he watched, entranced, as she played with her man.  both of them had thrown the blankets off entirely now and the man’s hand was stroking her fantastic ass even as it rose in the air to the rhythm of her bobbing head.

she would occasionally stop and stroke her hands along his raging erection, leisurely playing with the head or the shaft or his testicles while she nibbled at his nipples and ears.  every time that she went in to kiss her man he about died with wishing it was him.  said man had his head dropped back on the sofa and his entire body exposed to the air and looked like he was melting into the cushions on which he rested.

she smiled evilly and dropped her head back down to work in earnest; her head bobbing along with the hand spiraling up and down the shaft.  he could see that she was paying more attention to the sensitive skin around the head than she was to the rest of his member.  said member seemed quite happy at the attention.

her man reached around and poked a finger into her raised buttocks and he could practically feel her groan around his eager penis.  feel her redouble her efforts as she rocked back against the pressure on her anus. he was pretty sure he could see the moisture dripping from her pussy as it winked at him through her windows.

his hand sped around his throbbing cock, sped and grew less nice as he worked himself into a frenzy of lust and frustrated desire.  he felt pulses start in his centre and rush through his member even as his scrotum tightened and his toes started to curl.  he groaned and forced himself to stay upright in his chair, forced his eyes to stay open even as he felt tingles and shudders begin to course through his being.

he groaned and groaned again as he watched the man on the couch finally lose control of his body and shoot into her waiting mouth.  shouted one long, low moan into his empty home even as his seed coated his shaft and belly and his body nearly fell off the chair where he perched at the window.

she collapsed into her man’s shoulder and nearly unmade him when she reached between her legs, stroked her sopping (he was sure) cleft and then traced her man’s mouth with it; even spent as he was he felt ready to go again just at the idea of her juices on her lips.

the girl across the way… she was killing him slowly.

i saw you walk in and knew from the hint of aureola i spied through your lace blouse that you were feeling adventurous this evening so i paid a little bit of attention to you.

i watched you walk in, your man watching the people around you but still with his hand on your waist like he owned you.  i knew you liked it when i saw your nipples crinkle.

i had to move when i saw your seat.  had to move to watch you. had to move to see you.  to see you but you don’t see me.

there is a space down near the stage where i can appear to watch the band and yet see you; of course i head there.

you are glowing with energy, your body nearly vibrating as you perch there on that stool.  he is still staking his claim to you, his hand resting casually on your thigh at the edge of your skirt.  neither of you know it but one of the lights from the stage shines a spotlight between your legs.

pretty sure that you aren’t wearing panties.

pretty sure that you’re horny as hell since i see you watching that old man.  yeah that old man that is watching you and not the band.  the one with the oblivious wife.  you are making his day and you know it.

your spine arches and i see your eyes drop to half mast.  if i didn’t know better i might even think you were sleeping; but you aren’t.

you let your legs fall open, just a little.  just enough so that he knows that you’re ready.  just enough that i see your whole body jump as his hand grazes you.
just enough that he can reach you.  just enough.

i sit back, my body responding and my own eyes closing slightly.  you have no idea what i can see.  no idea that i know how you trim your beautiful glistening pussy or that i can see his erection.  no idea that i know exactly what you’re doing.

the tempo changes and he moves with it.  speeds his rhythm and adds urgency to his actions.  your legs are splayed now, a wanton display that we are enjoying together.  i feel my toes tighten in response to the glistening shine that flashes me faster and faster.

your spine arches and you bite your lip and his hand stills, finger on clit and pussy on display.  thank you, thank you for letting me see you winking at me across the room.  i nearly erupt right there but i manage to fight it.

i pay my tab quickly, collect my things and then wait.  you are wantonly spread open for the world to see, your hand on his engorged shaft and the agony on his face beauty of another sort.

you rise to leave and i stand slowly to follow although i swing by your seat at the bar on my way.  i slide my finger along it, my reward the slick puddle you left behind.  your scent is exquisite.

ahh lovely, you’re stopping in the bathroom.

i follow of course, follow and arrive to find you sliding your coat back on over your naked torso.  i feel twice blessed now to have seen your perfect breasts and your beautiful vagina.

i laugh and stammer a little but i see your nipples crinkle when you see me looking at them.  i gush into the crotch of my soaked denim jeans and again nearly come right there.

you laugh and do up your coat, sliding your skirt off as you sail out the door.

i wait a little longer this time and follow again.

my pussy pulses against my jeans as i stride after you to the parking lot; i nearly lose you but i see the gleam of a white door moving under the lights and i have you again.

i move in far too close but neither of you is paying attention any longer.  he strips you and leans around you to toss your coat in to the truck.  your skin gleaming under the street lamp above you sends another gush into my poor jeans.

he turns you and slams himself into you just like that.  i’m not sure either of you realise just how loud your answer was.  i lean against the car behind me and unsnap my jeans.  unsnap them and thrust my hands in to my sopping wet pussy.

shove three fingers inside myself and thrust to the rhythm he is fucking you with.  thrust as my other hand finds my nipple and wrenches it brutally.  thrust as it then finds my clitoris and strokes madly.

you scream and buck against him as he shudders his release into your waiting depths.  he groans to the heavens as the last of his pulsations fade into darkness and then collapses over you; the both of you heaving and panting on the seat of the truck.

i slide slowly down the car, my jeans nearly around my knees as i buck against my own hand but imagine that it’s yours.  buck and gush and come right there with a long guttural groan that i can’t quite keep inside.

i wonder if you can hear me.

you want to take me and stand me in a room with a bed nearby and kiss me.  you want to take me and strip my clothing from me one piece at a time.  reverent almost as you caress my skin through the smooth cloth and slowly work it off my body.

you want to hear my breath catch in my throat and see my eyelids flutter as you feel my weight rest ever more on your arms.  you want me to sway into your body and breathe into your neck as you stroke my skin and leave goosebumps behind.

you want to drag me in to an incredibly hot shower and wash all of me excruciatingly slowly while i lose any strength i once had in my knees.  feel me swoon and slide down your water slicked body to your feet; feel my mouth take you inside until you rise a little extra.

you want us to make out like teenagers in the shower until you are throbbing and i am wet and slick in spite of the water sluicing away my natural lubricant.  to push me against the wall under the shower head and lift me on to your cock even as my legs make their way around your beautiful back.

to hold me in your trembling arms as our mouths come together and i slide agonizingly slowly down your rock hard shaft;  slide until we are joined at our centres and our mouths.  until we pulse with each other and yet hardly move.  feel each other shiver and tremble and move oh so little with so much impact.

lose ourselves in each others heat until you groan and tear your mouth from mine and growl “bed, now” into my ear.  an ear you nibble on even as you woefully ease your length from my body and we drag our weak kneed selves in to the bedroom.

the bed is going to be soaked.

you want me to stumble at least twice on the twenty foot trip from the shower to the bed before you push me ever so gently and i fall to the mattress.  you want to cover me from behind and stroke my clitoris with your penis until i beg you to fuck me.  until i thrash beneath you and press my bottom in to your abdomen.

want to pick up my hips as your kneel up behind me and then impale me as i gasp and press back against you.  press my ass against your thighs and groan as your long fingers find my clitoris and then release to drive me from behind.

drive me into bucking against you and every slap of your balls against my aching clit pushes a gasp from my throat and a squeeze in my vagina.  you want to fill me even more and feel me begin to milk you as your steady rhythm drives me ever closer to orgasm.

you want to hear me cry out and feel me shudder and quake around you.  want my onrushing orgasm to drag quakes and quivers out of your body.  want me to feel you lose your rhythm and pulsate inside me and let out a deep shout even as your body erupts into mine.

you want me to scream as my body reacts to yours and releases a further gush of liquid around your still thrusting penis.  want to feel the walls of my vagina slap against you and my knees give way beneath you.

want us to collapse in a trembling and laughing heap on sheets soaked with water and our come.  to lay there, sated only for the moment before one stirs and the other responds.

i know what you want.

a moment you didn’t even tell your girlfriends or buddies about because somehow there wasn’t anything to say?  that, in fact, you didn’t blog about or even really talk about because it was like a little treasured gem just for you?

my most recent ex and i had such a moment on vacation last year.  it was… amazing and fun and words would never ever manage to do it justice.

what’s funny is that he always wanted me to write it. in fact the experience would have become hotter for him had he been able to read my take on it.  the internal monologue as it were.

but i can’t write it,  even now when i’m over him and he has a new girlfriend?

even now when i know that our love didn’t last?  that whatever was going on with us was passing?

this is not to take away from the significance of our experiences with each other at all.  just to say that we’re done and he’s moved on (in love even maybe.)

and still i can’t write it.

or maybe it’s that i don’t want to, i’m not sure how to tell the difference.

sometimes i just don’t want to put it out there and share it with everyone.  sometimes i just want it to be mine.  sometimes i don’t want to imagine people imagining me doing something i did.  wow english fail much?

this is a little funny since it’s the very posting of my sex life that titillates me.  the idea that out there, right now, there is someone seeing my wordz and feeling themselves stiffen or moisten or shudder or maybe even gush or spurt.

oh so delicious, it arouses me regularly, this idea that someone is reading my smut and masturbating.  i often imagine writing the scene while i’m still in it but just as often i write the scene and then fantasize about it while i play with myself.  or even better; fantasize about someone reading it and getting off or acting it out.

i find certain comments particularly delicious for this (yes, that’s a hint.)

every now and then i’ll have a vibe on me while i write but that’s pretty rare, although when i do do that the resulting post post orgasm is unbelievable.  but somehow the writing and the orgasming don’t really have to be anywhere near each other in time to complement each other.

all of that said, the question isn’t how to write sex but when.

how to know when what you’re saying will enhance memories of an experience and when it won’t.  what to do if they want to blog about it and you don’t?  how to ask someone not to blog something.  how to explain to someone that you would, in fact, rather not blog this particular experience.

the more public an anonymous blog gets the more trouble these questions engender.

at first it’s so simple, you get five hits a week and no one you know has any idea that you have another blog.  you write down any little fantasy that pops into your fertile imagination and your blog starts to grow.  cut to two years later when you have an audience and a couple of exes who know where it is and some of your friends read it because it’s “really good and interesting” and several members of the “sex blogger community” know your name and what you look like and the easy imaginary scenes are a little harder to find in the depths of your mind.

and then your brain starts to interfere with your posts.  will your (now ex) boyfriend be offended if you discuss how pissed you are with him on your blog?  what about that long distance friend or two you want to shag… do you post your fantasies about them?  what if they read them?

do you really want some thousand people to read the details of something that happened in private/in the ocean/ at the park/ in the cemetary/ on the car/ against the window sill?  or your fantasies of same?

if you’re me the answer is yes.

it’s just that it’s only yes most of the time.

suddenly it’s harder to write the private stuff.  to talk about the things that hurt or aren’t working or might offend the man in your life.  to find the balance between being true to self and blog and being true to loved ones and their needs.

balance, so hard to find, so easy to screw up.

what do y’all do about this?

the girl across the way was killing him, just plain killing him.

with her lack of curtains and her open windows.  her walking around in the nude and exercising in form fitting spandex.

with the noises she made sometimes.

those noises wafting across the valley into his ears.

her shape, dimly silhouetted by the light behind it but hidden by the sheers in her windows;  her long and lithe shape writhing on her bed.

the look on her face when she wandered in to the kitchen to fetch some water after.

the cries.

oh universe help him those noises. those noises fading into quiet after peaking with desperate urgency.  sometimes they went on for so long he wondered if she wasn’t listening to porn.

he knew she wasn’t though, knew by the faded figure glimpsed in silhouette through her windows.  he knew it was her, beautiful and unattainable and so hot she was incendiary.

he had watched her fuck once.  one glorious time where she left the hockey game on as her man pleasured her.  a man he was fiercely glad was no longer around.

watched her as her face shattered and her body bucked.  watched until he felt himself stiffen and drip into his underwear.  his own body surging in response to her body as she came apart on her couch limmed in the glow of her favourite team winning a game.

couldn’t believe he had been so fortunate.

he wished she would masturbate for him.

he turned away from his computer, disappointed that she had failed to appear this evening.  lights on but no presence in the rooms he could see.

ah wait, what was that?

that was she, gloriously and messily naked.  sleepily and casually she fed her cats and refilled her water glass.  he jerked to instant attention, whole body tense and waiting and his member straining at his suddenly snug boxers.

her hair tumbled around her face and she flipped it as she tidied up the room a little before retiring.  he felt his hand steal down and stroke the shaft encased in thin silken fabric.  his eyes wanted to drop closed but he fought to keep them open as she moved around the room, bending or straightening or even putting things on upper shelves!

and then she dropped something.

dropped something.  turned away from the window and picked it up.

turned away.

oh god was that her vagina winking at him below the rosebud of her anus?

he was filled instantly with visions of his hot length sliding into her.  sliding in to her eager warmth as her glad cries welcomed him. sliding into the welcoming depths of her as she pressed herself against him.

he would reach around her and cradle her in his elbow even as his finger found her button.  found her center where he was sheathed and dipped a little moisture that he would rub against her aching clitoris.

she would cry out again and he would drive into her throbbing core and shout his mastery of the universe to the heavens.  he would throb to her twitching and pulsing and she would feel his urgency through her body.

feel him clench and prepare and shudder and suddenly she would find herself crying out and climaxing while her vagina milked his seed from him.  he would spend himself in her quaking depths and clasp himself to her even as his magical fingers worked one last scream from her throat.

they would collapse to the floor then, collapse laughing and exhausted but not satiated, not nearly.

almost unnoticed his hand had crept through the slit in his shorts to grasp his throbbing cock. grasp it and stroke firmly from top to tip.

his eyes had dropped closed and he could see them, spooned there on the floor.  he could see his member stir and hear her throaty laugh.  watch them as they started again on the floor.

his hand worked faster and harder now, his other hand coming around to play with his balls and twist his nipples viciously.  head dropped back he groaned and shouted his frustration to the heavens as his body erupted in spasms that shot against his chest and into his palm.

the girl across the way was killing him.

not five minutes after i finished telling mr. clean that the idea of having sex every day exhausted me as a concept my hormones kicked in to overdrive and i can’t get enough of myself.

okay there were a couple of days in between and a potential very tall man in there.  he’s out due to lack of respect of my awesomeness and failing to follow up appropriately.  even bed buddies should be polite and use good manners.

and i’ve been sorta feeling the horny for a couple of weeks but sorta not really.

how to explain?

like i could feel the interest in the idea of having an orgasm but i didn’t really care though i could tell it would build until i did something about it.  like a forest fire that smolders in the roots of a tree all winter and then explodes as things dry out in the spring.

and then i did this thing on saturday that i am currently writing smut about and i had an orgasm that lasted a while and left a nice puddle on my bed.

and then ever since i’ve been so horny and i keep masturbating at unexpected times.

one time i came in from the shower, stuck johnny on a pillow and masturbated furiously as i opened slowly but surely and slid down his incredibly thick shaft.  i came practically before i got to the bottom.

total time elapsed?  three minutes.

just to get through brunch.

crap that reminds me, need to plug gigi in.

just to get through brunch!

god i am wandering around in a spring induced haze of my own pheremones and i just cannot stop playing with myself long enough to finish a post.  i may make it this time because gigi isn’t charged… she may not get charged all the way in time but she does okay on a half charge.

i went south where it was warm and laid on a beach and drank beer in the evenings and ate too much.  sensual sensory overload and when i came home spring had sprung.

there will be other bouts of winter of course; this is canada after all. but somehow it’s done, winter’s back is broken and my vagina is out of hibernation.

now all i need is someone to sit on while i masturbate.

is sit on specific enough?

did you imagine my body writhing and arched such that my nipples are pointed to the ceiling?  my hands pleasuring myself even as i ride up and down on a rock hard cock?  one hand holding me up as the other dances the polka on my clit?

my body shuddering and bucking and yet still managing to stroke the length it’s sitting on?  juices escaping to flow down that same shaft and puddle a little in various dents and divots?

groans emanating from somewhere deeper than my vocal chords?  gasps for breath and a nice deep grind of my clit into pubic hair?  vaginal walls slapping and pulsing against that throbbing penis?  a further rewarding gush as i shout my climax and ride like a cowgirl to drive him into a groaning eruption even as my first one fades and my second one builds?

is that what you imagined?  because if it wasn’t at least that good then you need to make sitting on someone and masturbating (or being sat on as she masturbates) into your next fantasy date.

i’m so fucking horny i can’t even take a nap without stopping to shudder and pant and drench myself with my pre-orgasmic gushes only then to fade into slumber as the satisfied quivers in my pussy grow fainter and  with dreams disturbed by the finger still resting on my twitching clit.

seriously i’m wondering if i can rub out a quick one before my client gets up the ELEVATOR!

oh universe i needs me some sex and i needs it bad!

i think about turning about and running away.

i think about knocking and going in.

i feel my heart flutter and my breath catch in my chest.

i’ve never done anything like this before… never.

i shake my head a little at myself, laugh because i already know what i’m giong to do, raise my hand and knock.

you answer and you don’t immediately hug me or kiss me.  i relax a little and smile tentatively at you.  you smile back, not so tentatively. “drink?” you ask.

i nod, and nod again when you wave a bottle of irish whisky before pouring me a little shot.  i take ice today though i usually don’t.  the cool fire soothes my throat and my nerves as it settles in my stomach.

we chat a little and slowly you start touching me a little.  comfortable touches, not intimate yet but clearly headed in that direction.  we review the rules we had agreed upon online and i feel a shaft of pure fear/arousal run through me and settle in my belly and my pussy.

your touch grows more intimate a little at a time, slowly enough that i don’t feel unready.

you hand me a mask, i can see out but not well and this combined with the wig i am wearing allows me the anonymity i need to have the courage to do this.

the doorbell rings and i flinch but smile.  a pair of men stand there, smiling and checking me out in my skimpy little skirt and tank top.  i don’t even notice that i take a deep breath and raise my chest a little.

it continues to ring until there are some ten men in the room, all watching you touch me, all clearly eager for more.  you wave them in the direction of your small bar and they begin to make drinks and small talk.  i am relieved not to know any of them.

“shall we adjourn?” you ask me and i nod again.  i’ve hardly spoken since i arrive which is even more unlike me than what i am about to do.

i stand, tall and proud, chest lifted and bottom out just a bit.  my skirt hits me at mid-thigh and flirts with everyone even as i turn on my heel and follow you from the room.

the rest don’t follow yet, you and i need a moment to prepare.

as soon as we cross the threshold of the bedroom you push me against the wall, hard, and press your body into mine even as you invade me with your tongue.  i am eager and a gush of fluid soaks my inner thighs.

you hold me against you with a tight grip on my ass and i lean into you even more, a little mewl of need escaping me.  you laugh and slide your fingers up the inside of my thigh.  you groan “good girl” into my ear even as your fingers slide straight into my already sopping hole.

guess you don’t like panties either.

you thrust one and then two and then three fingers deep into me even as your thumb presses into my clit.  i shudder and moan into your mouth and you fuck my mouth with your tongue as your hand drives me up and over the edge.

my legs quiver and my inner thighs are soaked with my arousal even as you lead me to the bed.  my clothing disappears and i lay there, legs akimbo and breath coming in gasps as you lead the other men into the room.  i whisper in your ear which one i want and he grins his delight even as he shucks his pants.

yours are gone already and you are kneeling between my legs with your rigid cock straining toward me.  i arch a little and mewl again.  you laugh and waggle a finger at me even as the other man kneels over my face.

his penis, thick and long, drops toward my mouth and i lick my lips even as his tip touches them.  i start to take him into my throat even as i feel your teeth on my nipples.

the other men groan at the sight and pants drop all around the room as they begin to stroke their hard cocks.  i feel myself gush a little as i hear the noises of men pleasuring themselves.  i groan deep in my throat and strive to fill myself with this gorgeous cock that is touching the base of my throat.

suddenly your teeth leave my nipples and i feel you again at my entrance.  one long thrust and i buck to meet you even as i continue to bathe the cock in my mouth with my lips and tongue.  i hum a little and my head and hips move in counterpoint as i thrill to the feeling of two large penises filling me.

i hear the men around me moving more frantically now and the first long spurt of semen lands on my stomach.  i am coming already, pulsating around your cock and soaking it with my juices even as i spiral ever higher.

the man in my throat groans as he feels another spurt of semen hit his back and my breasts and i feel him beginning to quiver in my throat.  i reach around and stroke his balls and am rewarded with long ropes of cum sliding down my throat and i swallow them convulsively.

this is too much for me and i buck and buck on the bed, ab muscles straining even as you hold my hips and enjoy the ride.  groans come from all around me now and you point out another beautiful specimen and gesture him to my eager mouth.

this one is wet already with precum and i work it as well as i can though i am lost in the sensations of men coming on my body even as you give a great shout and spurt into me again and again.

your pulsations drive me further and i am lost in a series of incredible orgasms even as the second man in my throat loses it and drains himself into my hungry mouth.

we all collapse in a pile of heaving and panting bodies even as the last man comes all over me.

i laugh, deep and happy in my throat and our eyes meet through the mask even as i say “next?”

i feel my breath catch in my throat and my eyes droop lower as you move, all loose limbed and easy in your body.

is it hot in here?

there is this urge which nearly causes me to giggle as i realize that suddenly i want to fan my face for relief from the sudden heat.

i know what happens next.

i start to walk in your direction and feel myself heavy and low in my pelvis as you glance up and our eyes meet.  you stop moving with your sweater in hand and watch my face as i stroll toward you. there is a light in your eyes which implies that you know what i’m about to do.

i’m okay with that.

i invade your personal space and breathe in the scent where your neck meets your shoulder and leave only my breath behind.  if it’s possible you both shudder and become utterly still at the same time.  i lean back just enough and start to fiddle with the top button of your shirt.

we are staring at each other again.

slowly, slowly, slowly i release the top button of your shirt and i see/hear/feel your breath catch.  i smile, wickedly and slide my fingers along your collarbone.  you are still motionless but your lips twitch upward.

that’s enough for me.

i release a second button and then a third before i lean toward you; eyes still holding until the last second, then breathing along your collarbone and down your sternum.  you sigh, low and growling in your throat.

but you don’t move.

i continue to play with your buttons and to explore you with my eyes and my breath.  as the buttons part further and the shirt drops open to expose your pecs and nipples i sigh and drop forward to lick the circumference of one.

a ripple goes through your body and i grin before nipping, just a little, on the tip.  you smile.

i smile more.

i let my hot breath wander your skin and the tattoo on your chest while i knead the strong musculature of your back until i sink oh so slowly to my knees and rest my cheek against your belly.  my body still a moment and my arms wrapped around your hips.

you groan softly.

i unsnap the button on your jeans and slowly, oh so slowly, start to tug on the zipper.  it’s hard to release against your straining flesh and i tease you with it even as i continue to fondle your back and nuzzle your stomach.

finally it parts and you spring free into your boxers.  i stroke you with my cheek as i work your jeans to your ankles and then play with you through the silken drawers you suddenly wish you weren’t wearing.  it doesn’t take me long to oblige you.

you moan gently as i kiss your tip gently and lick the dollop of liquid from it.  i smile to myself and grasp you in my hands as i begin to make out with the beautiful penis in my mouth.

slowly, oh so slowly i slide you into my throat and hold you there as i let that wonderful lubricating spit* build up.  i draw back and drop back down to your root a few times and then let you fall right out of my mouth as i stroke you with that incredibly thick and slimy liquid that my magical throat just made.

you sag against the wall behind you and i hold you at the root as you do it. i play with your base in my slick hands and love your tip and shaft with my mouth.  your eyes glaze over and your hands drop to my hair.

i hum low and throbbing in my throat and start to knead your testicles in my hand even as my mouth works you in deeper and deeper.  you groan “where the fuck are you putting it” as your entirety disappears into my throat.  i hold you there and work my tongue and the roof of my mouth against you.

i feel you twitch and groan my satisfaction as i begin to move faster and faster up and down your length even as one hand cradles your balls and the other holds you against me by gripping your perfect ass.

i can feel your balls twitching and the root of you pulsing and i know you’re agonizingly close.  i hold you there awhile and groan around you as i feel my own arousal build with yours.  finally i can’t take it anymore and i reach to gently press your anus with one finger.

you shout and twitch and i feel hot ropes of liquid hit the back of my throat even as my own body pulses and gushes down my legs.

“b-… b-?”

i blink at the hand waving in front of my face and see you there, all dressed, eyes meeting mine and somehow knowing exactly what i just did to you in my mind even as i feel my own juices dripping down my leg.

i smile and keep staring into your beautiful eyes for just another moment before turning away to catch my ride.

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*see chelsea girl’s “how to deep throat“