Wednesday, April 29, 2009

Through the senses.

Touches against walls
In the chamber of salaciousness
Send occult sparks soaring
Through the senses.

Saccharine gasps congest the air
Underneath aphrodisiac sheets,
Metamorphosing into beastly cries
Shedding tingles down enervated chines.

Eyes blister from incalescent breaths
Escaping moist lips; Surging
Through damp skin, amplifying the humidity
And dew gently wetting the sheets.

A hidden tear falls
Across breast, tickling
Amongst saliva and sweat,
Like a lost child blending in
Amidst strangers;
Its purpose lost, forgotten
If it were for joy,
Sadness, pain, or

The cast away tear vanished
From all solicitude
During the supreme,
Ecstatic climax
Shared completely
As both dripping parties

A Little Erotic Fun by `lady-blue

“If I had a penis, I would jack off so hard.”

You were amused by my declaration, for some reason. I don’t know why. I was dead serious.

I continued stroking your hard penis and kissing your soft shoulder with my somewhat-chapped lips as we laid there in the small twin-size bed underneath an extremely soft blanket that you liked to refer to as being made of “sex fabric.” You stared at the ceiling as content as peanut butter is with jelly, breathing deeply with your arm around me, enjoying my touches.

“So what’s it like?” I asked you curiously. You turned your head to look at me with your magical, dancing blue eyes.

“What’s what like?”

“What’s it like to get a boner?”

You chuckled lightly, never seeming to tire of my child-like questioning. Often you’d shake your head at me, wondering where I came up with these ideas. Trying to figure out if I was serious, you continued to stare at me, blinking once.

I was determined to have this vital information. “I’m serious. Tell me what it feels like. Please?” I unleashed the puppy dog eyes.

“Um… alright.” You thought about it deeply, trying to master the words to explain it to me. “It’s like, well… ummm… ok, you know how you flex a muscle and it tightens and gets bigger and tense?” You demonstrated with your arm muscle. “It’s kinda like that.”

I thought about this, trying to imagine how I’d feel with a boner. I was slightly jealous.

“So how does it feel for you?” you asked after a minute or so. My curiosity was spreading. I loved that.

“What?” I asked, as if I didn’t know what you were going to ask. I just wanted to hear you say it.

“How does it feel to-- er…” You were so adorably awkward about it. I secretly smiled with pleasure, but kept a straight face. “… to… to have a penis in you?”

I thought about that, stroking my chin and squinting like a true intellectual. “Let me think about that for a second…” I honestly did try to find the words. You looked at me in wonder and anticipation. “It’s like…” I gave up. I couldn’t figure out what to say. I guess I didn’t try that hard in the first place.

A naughty grin spread across my sweet face. “Maybe if you remind me I’ll be able to put it into words better,” I said evilly. You raised an eyebrow as I reached over to kiss you tenderly on the cheek, sending a shiver down your spine. Next, I moved towards your ear, kissing it and wrapping my tongue around each little groove. You were holding me by then, tightening your grip with arousal. I could feel every muscle in your body stiffen a little.

“Are you okay?” I whispered teasingly into your wet ear as you squirmed against my body.

“Uh huh.” It was hardly more than a shallow breath, but said it all. It was time to start moving down. Neck, shoulders, chest, stomach-- I kept crawling downwards. You thought you knew where I was headed (excuse the pun), but at the last moment I moved back up and kissed your trembling lips while allowing my body to cover you completely. You responded eagerly with a warmth and passion that I rarely see (or feel) in you. I could feel you poking at my lower grounds. You were sweating, tortured by the intimacy of this position. It was only when I knew you couldn’t take it anymore and you wanted so badly to force your way into me that I spread my legs, giving you the cue to indulge yourself.

[Insert paragraph full of moans and panting and here- your favorite part.]

You completed the task, falling onto my body and resting your head on my bare breasts. Panting, all you could do was give me a weak kiss and say “That was good” between breaths. This was my favorite part, when I could hold you and stroke your wet hair, feeling like an empress who just conquered a mighty kingdom.

After a little while you caught your breath a little. “I’m going to go clean up,” you said. I knew what would happen next.

You rolled over off of me, sat up on the edge of the bed, stood up, took one step… and fell onto your hands and knees. You moaned, I giggled. This was also my favorite part. A feeling of power shot through me. I was a goddess and you were the helpless man that could not handle my awesome strength! Take that!

“I can’t walk!” I could see that. Was it that surprising? You’re helplessness was beautiful.

“Um… do you need any help, dear?” I offered this mockingly. I wouldn’t help you! I was having too much fun watching you struggle. You wouldn’t let me anyways-- you liked the challenge of it. I continued watching you crawl towards the bathroom while I basked in the glory of my accomplishment. We both wreaked of hot, steamy sex.

When you returned, still weak and sweaty and smelly, the first thing you asked me was “So, how does it feel?”

I smiled. I was doing that a lot lately, for some reason. “It feels good. Really, really good.” There’s no other way to describe it. I kissed you quietly and laid the subject to rest.

Tuesday, April 28, 2009

Vanilla I Scream?

The dance music was loud. The club was packed with sweaty bodies, and Karen was thirsty. She moved past gyrating bodies and through entangled couples. The dance club charged a lot for drinks, so she ordered a bottle of water and retreated to a corner. She sipped it and stared out at the dance floor. Karen was a twenty three year old senior in college, finishing up a Masters in communication. She stood tall at five feet eleven inches. She had shoulder length brown hair with an athlete’s body.

She stared around the club looking at the guys and girls equally. This was her last spring break, and she was determined to enjoy it. She tossed the empty water bottle away and strode back out to the dance floor. Picking an empty spot at random she started swaying to the music again.

Almost immediately a presumably single guy started dancing close to her. She glanced at him through lidded eyes and checked out his profile. He was tall and thin, wearing a sleeveless shirt that showed off fairly toned biceps. He kept moving closer and she made no move to leave. His leg brushed hers and she smiled up at him. He smiled down at her, and moved in closer.

Their thighs started rubbing together. Karen let herself enjoy the music and the feeling of another body close to her. The man reached out his hand and caught one of the belt loops on her pants. She obliged and moved in closer. They started dancing in earnest now. His pelvis grinding against her thigh and her pelvis grinding against his. She felt a nudge on her hip and realized he was getting aroused. She turned away from him, and then backed up. She gyrated her ass against his growing erection and felt the hard member rub through her clothes. He moved both his hands to her hips now and started gyrating in synch with her.

She grinned to herself and swayed her hips back and forth. His member was very erect now and it was nestled in the cheeks of her ass, head facing down towards her lower lips. She continued dancing to the music and rubbing herself on the erect phallus.

She was getting aroused when she felt the man pull away from her. She frowned in annoyance and turned around. She looked up at his face. He leaned down and spoke loudly over the music, but she could barely hear him.

“What?” She asked.

“I said,” He repeated loudly. “Do you want to help me take care of this problem?” He said and motioned down to his erection, which was obvious through his pants.

“What do you mean, take care of?” She demanded, now more annoyed.

“In the parking lot.” He said and grinned.

She looked at him with disgust and turned around. She walked off angrily and lost him in the crowds of people. She found a free area of wall and leaned against it. The nerve of him. If he had of finessed her a little more, spent more time dancing, and then asked her better, he might have had a chance, she mused to herself, sucking a guy off in a parking lot is not a fun night.

She wondered if there was even any point to the club. She looked around at the people. Most of the guys here wanted to hook up for the night and most of the girls wanted to be picked up. She had made up her mind to leave when an attractive girl stepped out in front of her. Karen started to move past her but the girl caught her arm. Karen looked at her in surprise and the girl leaned forward to speak to her.

“My name is Gina.” The woman introduced herself. Karen looked closer at the girl. She was shorter than Karen, probably only five foot five inches, body weight no more than a hundred and twenty. She had short blond hair with bright eyes. It was hard to tell what color they were in the dance club but they were full of intelligence and laughter.

“I’m Karen.” Karen introduced herself. She wondered if she as being hit on.

“My boyfriend and I saw you with that guy. I heard what he said. I just wanted to tell you we felt bad for you, that guy’s a jerk.” Gina told her over the loud music.

Karen laughed. She was a little sad that she wasn’t being hit on, but this was probably better. She smiled at Gina.

“I guess with some of these girls it would have worked. Just not me.” Karen told her.

A man cam up and stood behind Gina. He smiled at her and Karen smiled back. Gina turned around and smiled up at him. She introduced Karen.

“Karen, this is my boyfriend Mark, Mark, her name is Karen.” Gina said.

“Hi Mark.” Karen said.

“Hi Karen, I’m sorry about that guy, we aren’t all like that.” Mark said.

Karen smiled and nodded her head.

“Well, we were just going to leave actually.” Gina said. “We just wanted to say hi I guess.”

“I was actually just going to leave as well. We can walk out together.” Karen said.

Gina and Mark both smiled. Karen found herself in the lead, with the other two following her. The made it out of the club and found they could now speak normally.

“So where are you both headed?” Karen asked politely.

“Actually, I think we are going to go get ice cream. Would you like to come? There is a Baskin Robbins pretty close, which is still open.” Gina said as she looked at her watch.

Karen opened her mouth and paused. She overruled her first impulse; which was to say yes to these two attractive people.

“No thanks. I’d be a third wheel.” She said. “And I should probably get home. It was nice meeting you though.” She finished.

“You really wouldn’t be a third wheel, its just ice cream.” Mark smiled at her.

“Yeah, we’d like you to come.” Gina said.

Karen again wanted to say yes. Instead, she smiled, and asked them straight out what was bothering her.

“We don’t even know each other, we said like two sentences to each other.” Karen said. “Why do you want me to come along?”

Gina looked up at Mark and her smile faded. Mark looked embarrassed.

“We are new here, and we don’t really have any friends. I guess we seem really desperate. Sorry about that.” Mark said.

“I’m sorry too.” Gina echoed and didn’t look into Karen’s eyes.

Karen immediately felt stupid.

“I’m sorry; you guys were just being nice to me.” Karen said hoping to ease their embarrassment.

“We were being really forward…” Mark started.

“No, I’m sorry now, come on, let’s go get ice cream.” Karen said. “I wanted to say yes, I just, you know, I wasn’t sure why you wanted to go with me, that’s all.” Karen said.

Gina’s smile returned and they all agreed to meet at the ice cream shop. Karen got in her car still feeling guilty at questioning her new friends, and soon she was there. They all ordered ridiculously large orders. Gina and Karen both ordered triple scooped cups and Mark ordered a sundae. They sat in the tiny chairs, Gina and Mark on one side, and Karen on the other.

Mark was the first to break the ice.

“We just moved here from upstate.” He said.

“Why the move?” Karen asked through a mouthful of mint chocolate chip ice cream. She blushed but the other two just giggled.

“I got accepted to school here.” Gina said. “It’s been six years since I have been in school, but I want to go back, get a better job.”

“So that makes you, twenty four?” Karen asked.

“I’m actually twenty five. That mean’s it has been seven years.” Gina said and then groaned. “I’m scared to go back.”

“I’m sure you’ll do fine.” Karen smiled at her. “What about you Mark? Work, school?”

“I got a bachelors degree already. She supported me while I went to school, now it’s my turn.” He smiled at Gina, who smiled back.

“Aww, that’s so sweet you guys.” Karen said.

Mark and Gina looked embarrassed, but in a friendly way this time. Talk turned to Karen’s school, and Mark’s job. The three sat around talking for almost an hour, until one of the employees came to their table and told them they were closing soon. Karen looked at her watch and realized it was midnight. She looked up at her new friends.

“I should probably go home now.” She said regretfully. Wary at first, she had become immediately attached to these two. They were so open and content people; they made her feel good simply by their presence.

“I don’t want to sound to forward again, but you can come get a drink at our house if you want, we live about twenty minutes away. I don’t know if you have work or school or something.” Gina said hesitantly.

“I’d love to, but I’m sure you guys are sick of me. We should definitely exchange numbers though.” Karen said.

“We aren’t sick of you at all.” Mark said and looked at her.

She looked at both of their faces and felt her resolve waver.

“It is getting kind of late…” She trailed off.

“Only if you want to, we aren’t trying to pressure you, but truly, we would love to have you.” Gina said.

She looked at Gina and Mark’s smiling faces. She felt a smile tug at her own lips.

“I don’t know if it’s a good idea though. What if you get sick of me later, then you will be too polite to say anything and then you guys won’t ever call me.” She reasoned.

“Leave that to us.” Mark said. “We will let you know, so how about it, a drink or two?”

“Oh…All right.” Karen agreed and grinned in response to their grins. They packed up their ice creams, since none of them had finished, and left the ice cream store.

Karen got in her car and wondered if she was doing the right thing. She didn’t change her mind though, and pulled out of the parking lot following Mark’s car. The trip didn’t take very long and she parked on the street behind them. She got out and walked awkwardly to their car. Her awkwardness soon vanished as she was engulfed in Gina’s kindness and enthusiasm.

Karen and Gina sat on the couch and Mark went to fix them drinks. Gina jumped up and returned with two spoons, and handed one to Karen. Karen opened her container of leftover ice cream and started eating. Gina was doing the same, and soon Mark brought over three tall glasses. He looked down at the two girls eating ice cream. He grinned.

“Sorry to leave you both, but I am going to take a quick shower.” Mark said.

Karen looked to Gina.

Gina looked at Karen and smiled. She looked up at Mark.

“Ok. We will wait right here.” She said.

“Ok. I will be back.” Mark said, and disappeared into the bathroom, a moment later the shower started.

“He takes long showers.” Gina confided in Karen.

Karen giggled and took a mouthful of ice cream.

Gina started talking about her and Mark, and her and everything. She talked for a few minutes and then Karen talked, and let Gina eat her ice cream. They traded off and both felt completely comfortable with each other. Karen was so glad that this night had gotten better.

“Can I try some of yours?” Gina asked shyly.

“Of course, have as much as you want.” Karen said, and made to hand her the container of ice cream.

“No, I just want one bite.” Gina said. Karen shrugged and took a spoonful and handed it to Gina. Gina took her spoon and put it in her mouth. She sucked the ice cream off and handed it back to Karen. Karen took another bite of her own, and so did Gina. Gina sucked her spoon clean and then took a small scoop and extended her hand out towards Karen. Karen wasn’t sure if she was supposed to take the spoon or just take the bite, so she just leaned forward and in one quick motion licked Gina’s spoon clean. Karen leaned back and smiled. Gina retracted her hand and took a bite of her own.

Karen used her spoon to scoop a small portion of ice cream. She decided to follow Gina’s lead, and she extended her arm out towards Gina.

Gina leaned forward and brought her hand up. Her hand caught Karen’s and held it in place. Karen smiled as Gina moved her mouth onto the spoon and belatedly realized that Gina was holding her hand. She ignored the feeling of awkwardness and watched as her friend ate off of her spoon. Gina leaned back and Karen had a flash of insight. She just realized how sexual this could be seen as. Eating from each other’s hands, each other’s spoons. Karen herself leaned back, and Gina let go of Karen’s hand.

A moment of uncomfortable silence followed and Mark re-entered the room. He had changed clothes and did indeed appear clean and now more comfortable. Gina and Karen smiled at him. Gina stood up. She looked at Karen.

“I’m going to take a shower as well.” Gina said. “I got sweaty in that club. Wait. Karen, would you like to have one? There is plenty of hot water, I have clean clothes…” Gina tailed off.

Karen, still slightly aware of their brief sensuality shook her head.

“No I am fine thank you.” She said.

“Ok, I’ll be right back.” Gina said, again smiling at Karen. Karen smiled back before she could help herself and then blushed. Gina had already turned and Karen looked at Mark. Mark was sipping his drink and watching Gina depart.

A few moments of silence passed until Mark spoke up.

“So do you have a boyfriend, girlfriend even?” He asked with a smile.

“None of the above right now.” Karen asked.

“I really don’t want this to freak you out, but I think it is better if it gets out in the open.” Mark started ominously.

Karen looked at him intently. “Go ahead.” She said. Fearing the worst. She couldn’t define what the worst was, but hoped it was nothing bad.

“I think Gina has a crush on you.” Mark said openly.

Karen stared at him in shock. She turned, but she saw the bathroom door closed and heard the shower running.

“She what?” Karen asked.

“I think she has a crush on you.” Mark said. “I know her pretty well, and the way she has been acting, I think that is what it is.” He finished.

“She’s bisexual?” Karen asked.

“Yes.” Mark said.

“What, do you guys have an open relationship or something?” Karen asked, startled.

“Sometimes. We discuss everything in great detail. We are always honest with each other.” Mark said.

Karen digested this new information. Well. It wasn’t as bad as she thought. That wasn’t so bad. Hell, Gina was gorgeous. Her suspicions flared and she looked at Mark.

“Do you have a crush on me?” Karen asked.

“I find you very attractive. I think it’s mostly a physical thing though.” Mark said honestly.

Karen sat dumbfounded.

“I know this probably has made you uncomfortable. I wanted to get it out in the open though, so that if it ever came out later, you wouldn’t be blindsided.” Mark said. “I’m sorry, I feel like I’ve made things worse.”

Karen barely heard Mark. She kept thinking about Gina, acting slightly bashful, but always fun, and full of energy. She was attracted to both Gina and Mark. She looked up at Mark and found him looking worriedly at her.

“Don’t worry.” She said and grinned at him. “It’s ok. How open of a relationship is this?” She asked.

“That all depends. What do you mean?” Mark asked hesitantly.

“I mean….I don’t know what I mean.” Karen said, but she grinned mischievously. “I don’t want to go home anytime soon.” She said and looked at Mark for reassurance.

“We are here for you as long as you want to stay, but don’t feel pressured to stay.” Mark said. “As I said, just be honest with what you want, we will respect your every decision.”

Karen nodded at him and then turned around. She heard the shower go off in the bathroom and a moment later Gina emerged with a towel around her head. She was wearing more comfortable clothes as well and she looked at them both with embarrassment.

“I know you said you were fine, but I have sweat pants if you want to throw them on, I know from experience your outfit isn’t the most comfortable.” Gina said quickly.

Karen looked down; she was wearing her tight black pants and a tight, low cut red shirt that exposed a large portion of her breasts. Karen looked back up at Gina.

“Well, the bra is annoying at least.” Karen admitted. She excused herself and went to the bathroom. Gina was sitting down on the couch with her back to Karen and Karen held her finger to her lips and Mark nodded softly.

Karen closed the bathroom door and pulled off her top. She unhooked her bra and re-donned her top. In the brief moment that her chest and nipples were exposed she felt them stiffen. She looked down at her shirt, now bra-less, and could see both her nipples faintly against the shirt. She grinned to herself in the mirror, slightly adjusted her hair, and then went back out to the living room.

Mark and Gina were talking about school. Karen walked around and sat next to Gina on the couch. The couple smiled at her again, and she returned their smiles. She bent down and grabbed her drink. She was aware of the cleavage she just presented Mark, and it she had to fight back her grin. She sipped her drink and set it back on the ground. She then picked up her ice cream and took a bite.

“So Karen, what do you think I should take my first semester?” Gina asked.

Karen pondered the question. She took another bite of ice cream. An idea flashed through her head, and again, she had to fight back the grin that wanted to betray her to the other two. She remembered the question and turned innocently to Gina.

“Just general credits.” She said. She kept eye contact with Gina, and took another bite of ice cream.

Gina reached down and got her ice cream and started eating it as well. Karen scooted closer to Gina. Gina looked a little startled, and looked at Mark, who remained impassive, watching.

Karen took a spoonful of ice cream on her spoon.

“Would you like another bite?” Karen asked. Her felt lightheaded, and couldn’t believe what she was about to do. But she knew she would, and that she wanted to, but that didn’t stop her from being scared of herself.

“Sure.” Gina smiled and leaned forward, expecting the spoon to be offered.

Karen moved the spoon towards herself though. She stared hard into Gina’s eyes, and in one swift motion, dropped the ice cream against her own chest. The cold ice cream made her nipples instantly hard. The ice cream was very cold, and kind of melted. It dripped down on her breast. Karen raised her eyebrow at Gina, as if daring her.

Gina broke the eye contact and Karen watched her eyes lower. Karen felt a flush of excitement run through her body as Gina stared at the ice cream, and at her chest.

Gina swallowed and looked back up at Karen.

“Karen…” She began.

“Do you want it?” Karen said sharply.

Gina didn’t say anything else. She moved forward slowly, as if in disbelief. Karen closed her eyes. Karen felt Gina’s soft lips make contact with her skin and it was like fire. Gina’s lips gently kissed where the ice cream was. Karen moved her hand to the back of Gina’s head. Karen held the other woman’s head against her chest. Gina’s lips never stopped. They kissed, and gently sucked, from the collar bone down to the top of Karen’s shirt. Karen kept her eyes closed and held Gina’s head against her chest.

Gina kissed and let her tongue softly lick the upper portion of Karen’s breasts. Karen’s nipples were poking through her shirt, and Karen obliged them. She used her free hand to gently pull down the fabric covering her left nipple. Her hand on Gina’s head gently pushed the short blonde haired woman towards her nipple. Gina let herself be guided and her lips brushed the hard nipple. Karen’s eyes were closed and she let a soft moan of pleasure escape her lips.

Gina gently sucked and flicked her tongue against Karen’s nipple. Karen murmured encouragingly.

“Good. Keep going Gina. Good.” Karen whispered.
Gina needed no prompting, but Karen still did not remove her hand from the back of Gina’s head. Karen pulled the right side of her top down as well, and now both of her nipples were exposed. The tight brown circles were stretching forward, and Gina moved now to the right one. Karen held Gina’s head firmly against her right breast. Karen’s eyes flickered to Mark, who was watching intently. Karen looked down at his crotch, and indeed, could see a bulge.

Karen released Gina’s head, and Gina, unsure, looked up at Karen.

Karen smiled down at her, and used her other hand to gently bring Gina up, until they were level with each other. Karen reached down and got another spoonful of ice cream, now almost entirely melted. This time, Karen put the ice cream in her own mouth, but left it on her tongue. Karen cupped Gina’s face and brought it close to her own.

Gina leaned forward and their lips brushed. Karen, with a mouthful of ice cream, sucked gently on Gina’s lower lip. Gina extended her tongue to dab at the ice cream and they kissed urgently. The ice cream was soon swallowed, but their tongues continued to dance together. Karen reluctantly and softly, pushed Gina away. Karen moved back to her spot on the couch.

“Yeah, general credits are best.” She said looking at Gina.

Gina’s face was flushed and she was alternating staring at Karen’s face and Karen’s exposed breasts.

Karen made no move to cover herself up, and she knew her small brown nipples were hard as rocks.

She glanced at Mark, who was just staring at her with lust in his eyes.

“I’m bared right now…” Karen said looking pointedly at them both.

Neither moved, and Karen grunted in frustration. These two would have to be taken by the hand.

Karen stood up. She told Gina to do the same. After Gina was standing, Karen moved close to her.

Karen let her hands rest on Gina’s hips. She took the bottom of Gina’s sweater and started pulling it up. Gina helped, and the sweater was tossed in a corner. Gina stood in a tight white t-shirt, and sweat pants. Karen moved her hand to Gina’s neck. She traced the tender neck muscles with her fingernail lightly, and traced the blonde woman’s collarbone as well. She moved her nail gently down Gina’s breast. Her finger grazed Gina’s already hard nipple through the t-shirt. Gina let out a small gasp and looked longingly at Karen. Gina moved her hand up to cup one of Karen’s exposed breasts, but Karen stopped the hand, and moved it gently back to Gina’s side.

“Not yet…” Karen said.

Gina was looking flustered. Karen sank down to her knees in front of the woman. Whenever Gina made to move, Karen gently forced her to stay in place. Karen grabbed the elastic waistband of the sweat pants and pulled them down. Gina was wearing a pair of white cotton panties. Her legs were incredibly smooth, and Karen ran a hand along the back of Gina’s leg appreciatively. After a few minutes of Karen’s gentle stroking, a small wet spot appeared on the Gina’s panties. Karen smiled at this sight, and hooked her fingers in the elastic waist band of the underwear. She pulled them off swiftly, and then gazed at Gina’s entire region.

Gina had a trimmed section of pubic hair, a long strip stopping short of the edge of her labia. Her clit was throbbing with blood, and her lips glistened with a coating of her excitement. Karen stared at the beautiful sight with appreciation and ran her hand along Gina’s flat stomach. She moved her hand down to Gina’s pelvis, and brushed against Gina’s pubic hair. Karen smiled and then stood up. Gina looked at her longingly, but Karen held up a hand. She rested two fingers gently against Gina’s lips, and she said softly.

“Shh. Not yet…” Karen whispered. “Have a seat on the couch.” She helped Gina sit down on the couch. Gina was now completely naked, and very willing. She sat on the couch and watched as Karen straightened.

Karen turned. She looked at Mark.

Mark had been watching the whole time, and the bulge in his pants was more noticeable now than it had been. Karen walked slowly towards him.

“Stand…” She said softly.

He did so. She leaned forward and kissed him softly on the lips. He leaned in for more but she pulled back. He looked at her eyes and straightened. She smiled and put her hands on his shirt. She lifted it up and tossed it away. Mark was topless, in sweat pants that matched the one’s Gina had discarded.

Karen sank to her knees in front of him.

His pants were bulging obscenely, and she grinned at it. She gently hooked her hands around the waist of pants, and in one quick motion, pulled them down.

His erection greeted her. Now that it was freed, it stood rock hard. His long shaft hovered close to her. She bent down further, and tilted her head up, so she was below his penis, looking up at him. She moved her head forward and kissed his thigh. She traced a finger lightly up his leg and then let the finger gently dance along the hair of his balls. She brought her palm up and cupped them both. She moved her face up and kissed the shaft of his dick. She moved back and kissed the head softly. She moved her hand away from his balls, and pushed his shaft up towards him. It was stiff in her hand, and she felt empowered. She pushed it up, and then gently licked once, from the base, up until her tongue gently lapped against the underside of the head. He closed his eyes in pleasure as her tongue caressed the head of his dick. A small drip of precum exited his shaft, and she sucked it up immediately. She swallowed the tiny drop and then released his dick. She stood up and kissed him gently on the cheek. She then stepped back.

She looked at Gina. Gina had been gently playing with her nipples while the little exhibition had been going on. Gina stared at the other two with such longing in her eyes, that Karen took pity on her.

“Ok. I’ve teased you both enough I think. Your turns.” Karen said cheerfully.

Karen looked back and forth between the two naked people and giggled. She moved to the couch and sat down heavily. She moved her hands to toy with her nipples and she awaited their actions. Gina was the first to react. She crawled over and moved between Karen’s legs. She leaned forward and moved Karen’s hands away from her nipples, and replaced them with her own. Her mouth kissed and sucked on Karen’s neck, while her fingers traced the Karen’s areolas. Mark walked around behind the couch. He gently turned Karen’s head towards him. He leaned forward and his dick was presented to Karen’s face. She leaned forward and took the tip into her mouth. She sucked gently on the head and moved farther down.

Gina moved from Karen’s neck and licked and sucked on Karen’s nipples. Karen involuntarily bucked her hips at the pleasure and moved her mouth farther down Mark’s erect shaft. Karen closed her eyes and her tongue massaged Mark’s swollen head. Gina hastily unbuttoned Karen’s pants and slid the tight things off. She left Karen’s panties on however, and her hand placed itself on Karen’s hot spot. Gina’s hand pressed hard against Karen’s slit. Gina moved her finger along the warm lips and felt the nub of the clit against her middle finger. Gina bent down and licked the area through Karen’s black underwear. Karen murmured. Her mouth worked harder on Mark’s dick and he let out a moan of his own. He started slowly moving back and forth, and Karen obligingly sucked as it thrust forward, farther into her mouth.

Gina sucked Karen’s clit through the thin material. Gina moved back and pulled the g-string off. She was presented with Karen’s wet pussy. Gina moved down hungrily and licked along the lips. Her tongue flicked Karen’s clit and Karen bucked her hips again under the onslaught. Gina devoured the taste. Her tongue coaxed moisture and her lips sucked it down. She moved farther down, and inserted her tongue as far as it would go into Karen. Gina moved her hand to Karen’s clit and teased it while her tongue entered the soft folds of Karen.

Karen had felt her pussy burn with the lust. She sucked Mark harder and harder in response, and he clamped his hand on her head, moving it hard onto his dick. She pulled back though, and he let her. But she moved straight back on, concentrating on the head. Her tongue massaged the underside of his dick, while her lips sucked and were tight on his shaft.

Gina moved her hand down to play with her own clit as she sucked on Karen’s hole.

Mark pulled away from Karen. He didn’t want to cum yet. Karen reluctantly let him go, and looked down at Gina, still working on her clit. Karen closed her eyes and moved her hands down onto Gina’s head. Gina redoubled her efforts and Karen let the orgasm take her.

She shuddered and pinched her nipples hard. She gasped with pleasure and looked down at Gina again, sucking at her hole while her fingers worked wonders on her clit.

Gina looked up and Karen moved her head up. Gina half stood, and leaned in.

Karen knew what she was going to do.

Their lips met, and Karen tasted herself. They locked tongues and Gina made herself comfortable. They kissed. Gently, quickly, softly, and brutally. Gina was grinding her pelvis against Karen’s and Karen felt another orgasm building.

Gina broke the kiss. She rolled off, and spread her legs. Her hands pinched Karen’s nipples softly and Karen cried out in pleasure. Gina grinned and guided Karen down onto her. Karen licked at Gina’s nipples for a minute. Karen was impatient however, and moved down to the prize. Her lips met Gina’s lower lips. Karen used her fingers to spread the lips apart, and then lick up the wet slit.

Gina moaned and her hands caressed Karen’s face. Karen was intent. Her tongue circled Gina’s clit and her fingers gently caressed Gina’s lower folds. Karen was on her knees bent towards Gina’s slit when she felt hands grab her hips. She was intent on sucking Gina however.

It happened in a heartbeat.

She felt herself entered.

She cried out as Mark’s erection entered her wet slit and slid into her hole. He was taking her from behind, and she loved it.

She leaned back to the task at hand, trying to ignore the burning desire that stemmed from being penetrated. She sucked the clit, and brought her fingers to the entrance of Gina.

Gina writhed on the couch. She watched as Mark thrust into Karen and she felt an orgasm building.

Mark felt his balls loosening. Karen’s tight hole was warm, and his eyes were locked on his girlfriend being eaten out by another girl.

Karen almost passed out. The thrusts were coming harder from behind, and she felt like she was on fire. She jammed her fingers inside of Gina, intent that if she cam, others would to. She fingered as fast as she could, never taking her mouth away from Gina’s clit. Tasting the other woman was driving her crazy, as she was pounded from behind.

Gina came in waves, the slow build up caused the orgasm to carry out, and she looked down to see Karen working furiously at her clit. She screamed and came, pushing the others over the edge.

Karen started next. As with Gina, her orgasm built and stayed. She felt reverberations from her clit outwards. Her hole felt like a dam being broken. The dick thrusting at her had slowed but was going harder.

Mark loosed himself inside of Karen. His sperm shot hard into her slit and he entered her one last time, releasing everything he had. He almost fell forward but held himself. Staying inside of Karen even as his erection died.

Karen continued coming, after both the others were spent. Her pussy clenched and she fell forward. She rolled onto her back and lay staring at the ceiling. Gina recovered first and rolled onto the floor with Karen. She moved between Karen’s legs, and licked her clean. She sucked all the sperm she could get out of Karen’s soaked slit.

Mark moved his half erect dick to Karen’s mouth. She cleaned if off as Gina had cleaned her. Mark’s cock throbbed, but then continued shrinking. He lay down next to Karen, and Gina lay back on the other side. The three lay panting on the floor. Karen stretched out her arms and drew the other two closer to her. They obligingly rolled closer and the three sweaty naked bodies curled together. All three of them kissed each other, Gina and Mark, Mark and Karen, and Gina and Karen. Karen giggled after they tried a triple kiss. She looked up at the ceiling and spoke to both of them.

“So…you wanna do that again?” Karen asked with a grin.

Monday, April 27, 2009

elegant smut

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dirty little secret

I like being your dirty little secret.

I like that you don't share me with the world. That when I am with you in those stolen moments I am just yours. There is something about knowing that we only exist in our own space, in our own minds, that draws me in completely.

I like that I am in your head, that you think of me and smile to yourself, that during the day I come to you in fleeting moments. I like stealing into the fringes of a life that I will never be a part of: smiling at you from the outside, whispering dirty nothings in your ear, distracting you from your life with my fantasies for us.

I like having a dirty little secret. Something that belongs to me. Something that I don't need to share. Something to amuse my mind and make me smile...something to plan for and imagine while life whirls around me. I revel in the the clandestine moments of connection: the brief email and text - and in the long delayed, long imagined rendez-vous, the pure escapism of removing myself briefly from my life.

I like that we don't exist in reality. That we are fantasy alone. It is magic, isn't it? It is almost too simple to feel bliss in spaces that are separate from the mundane and the routine - that are uncomplicated. It is easy to get excited at the prospect of a stolen afternoon, a stolen moment, a stolen kiss. There is nothing here that is real: it is pretend, it is imaginary - a place for desire to be fulfilled and secrets to be shared.

In your bed I am not your partner, I am not mother to your children, I do not share bills, history, obligations, housework or routine.

In your bed I am your mistress, your concubine, your confidant and your whore. Something you could not resist, the woman you just had to have - reality be damned. In your bed I am your lover, your fiction, your dirty little secret.

Sunday, April 26, 2009


a little surprise

“We’re on then?”
“Good. This is gonna be one hell of a surprise for her.”
“Sure thing, man.”
“Alright, see you later.”
“See ya.”
Zach closed his cell phone and absently adjusted his erection, straining against his jeans. He still wasn’t sure why he had agreed to it, but damn, this was going to be a night to remember. It was odd, he thought. When Tyler first started talking about this, Zach thought he was just bullshitting. Tyler would never actually do it. He’d be WAY too jealous. But then Tyler had called and asked Zach if he wanted to join him and his girl, Ivy, for a little get together. And by “get together”, Tyler had meant to fuck Ivy’s brains out. Both of them.
Holy shit.
How the fuck did a guy prepare for something like this? He thought as walked to the bathroom. Turning on the water first, Zach then proceeded to strip off his clothes. Stepping under the hot spray of water, his head fell back to wet down his longish brown hair. As he started washing it, the suds ran down a body that was toned but pleasantly proportioned. His cock was still hard at the thought of the evening to come, and rose out of the trimmed nest of dark, curly hair around it. Using the suds from the shampoo, Zach cupped himself and slowly began stroking, up and down, feeling the nerves shooting up his spine and down his legs simultaneously. He wouldn’t do anything too serious. No, he’d save his best for Ivy.
He’d always envied Tyler for his choice in companion. Ivy, with her long legs, dusky skin, and black curling hair that always reminded Zach of gypsies. Her eyes were deep green, and he could easily see her dancing around a fire with a tambourine, her generous hips swaying to the beat as the fire lit up her silhouette, showing the curves beneath the thin fabric of her skirt. Full lips that were made to slide down a man’s cock as her searching eyes gazed up at his.
Feeling himself getting a little too worked up, Zach shuddered and stopped. Grinning, he realized just how much he was looking forward to tonight. He finished showering, stepped out to dry himself off, and then, swinging the towel over his shoulder, walked naked to his room to get ready for the night.
He pulled up to the house around seven, as planned and looked in the rearview mirror once just to make sure he hasn’t missed anything. He opened the door and felt his nerves raring up. As he got out, he reached down yet again to adjust his hard on. He shut the car door and locked it, walking up to the front door, feeling the material of his pants brush against his cock with every step.
“Jesus, you’re not even in the house. Hold it together, man,” he thought to himself.
Adjusting himself again, he approached the front door and knocked softly. About two seconds later, the door opened to reveal Tyler grinning, and motioning for Zach to be quiet and come in. Zach toed off his shoes and followed Tyler to the living room, where he saw Ivy kneeling on the floor in a loose flowing skirt and tight black tank-top. He then noticed that she had a black silk scarf tied around her eyes. Zach gave Tyler a quizzical look, and Tyler just continued to grin, and waved Zach forward.
“Alright babe. Time for your surprise,” Tyler said, making sure he was standing right next to Zach. Tyler motioned for Zach to move forward and mouthed the word “sit behind her and start touching”. Zach did as Tyler said, kneeling down, Tyler kneeling with him, to keep his voice close to where Zach was.
Zach was irritated to feel his hands shaking slightly as he reached forward and ran his hands up Ivy’s back, over her shoulders and around to cup her breasts, kneading them softly.
“Mmmm. Tyler that feels good.”
“Does it baby? Tell me what you want me to do.”
“You know what I like”
“I know, but tell me anyways.”
Ivy tilted her head to the side, raising one arm up to brush the hair away from her neck, offering it up to Zach, as Tyler motioned for him to use his mouth. Zach moved in closer and began kissing, and then nibbling her sensitive skin, tasting the slight saltiness of her. His breath left him as he closed his eyes, and ran his tongue up the curve of her ear, his right hand moving down her slightly curved stomach to rub her through her skirt. She parted her legs a little more to accommodate him, and moaned softly.
“Do you like this, baby?” Tyler asked.
“You know I do. But . . .” She paused.
“But what, babe?”
“You feel . . . different.”
“How do I feel different?”
She was quiet for a moment, and Zach smirked, knowing she’d just figured out that the mouth on her skin had never left her skin as Tyler spoke to her. He bit her neck just enough to rise a small gasp out of her, her body tensing as she moaned “Oh my god.”
“What’s wrong?” Tyler asked with a grin in his voice.
“It’s not you.”
“Holy shit, Tyler!”
“Is that ok with you, Ivy?”
“You know it is!”
Zach started nibbling on her ear lobe as both hands ran down her legs to the edge of her skirt, slowly bunching it up to her waist, his fingers skimming along the skin of her inner thighs, feeling the heat of her hot pussy as he got nearer and nearer.
“Oh my god, Tyler, can I take this off yet?” She asked, her voice quivering.
“Not yet, luv.”
Tyler moved to kneel in front of her, cupping her face, and began laying gentle kisses over her face, her cheeks, along her jaw, her brows, and finally those full lips. She moaned and opened her mouth to him, and his tongue swept inside hers, as Zach’s finger found her clit and began to run the pad of his middle finger over it again and again, as his mouth ran over her shoulders and neck, nipping, biting, sucking and licking her skin. His other hand moved to her shoulders, gently pushing her forward. Taking that cue, Tyler cupped Ivy’s neck and pulled her down to him, as he lay down on the floor, and began fingering her clit as Zach quickly discarded his shirt, socks and jeans.
Zach began stroking himself again, just taking in the view for the moment of Ivy’s bare ass up in the air, skirt bunched around her waist as Tyler’s finger disappeared into her wet pussy, the two of them kissing as if their lives depended on it. Zach moved forward on his knees, still stroking his cock, and met Tyler’s eyes over her head. Tyler nodded and removed his hand, pulling her skirt up, then grabbing the hem of her tank top and pulling it up and off of her, as Zach guided his cock to Ivy’s entrance and thrust deep inside of her. Her back arched and the silk blindfold got caught on her tank top as both were pulled off of her. Zach pulled back until he was almost out of her, and just as her head turned to see who it was, he slammed his dick home again, causing her eyes to close and a whimper to escape her.
Zach didn’t think he’d ever seen something more arousing than her back arched, her ass up to him like a cat in heat, as she whimpered for more, her fingernails digging into the carpet. Tyler motioned to Zach again, and Zach leaned forward, running his hands up her sides and to the front to cup her breasts, bringing her up so Tyler could move out from under her. Still inside her, her back to his chest, Zach moved his hip in small circles, feeling ever inch of her tight, wet pussy clenching around him, as he held back a moan of his own, one hand fisting in Ivy’s silky hair, pulling her head to the side to bite at her neck again.
Tyler stood and quickly rid himself of his clothing, and began stroking his own cock as he watched his best friend fucking his girlfriend. He stepped forward, and nudged his cock against Ivy’s mouth. Her eyes opened, looking up at him and she smiled. Returning the smile, he slid his cock into her mouth, as she gladly took it all, her hands coming up to encircle the hard silk of him, one hand sliding to cup his balls, slightly pulling at them as she knew he loved. Tyler let his head fall back as her tongue ran circles around his cock, feeling her saliva coat it as her hands worked their respective areas, making his knees a bit weak.
Zach motioned for Tyler to kneel, and, reluctant to leave Ivy’s mouth for a second, he did. Ivy took a moment, and pulled herself off of Zach’s cock, and turned her body to see him.
“I should have known it was you.” She said.
“Why’s that?” Tyler asked.
“You’re the only one he’d trust. Plus he knows that you’re the only one of his friends I’d be comfortable doing this with.”
“Glad to be of service, “ he grinned.
Ivy moved to her knees, pushing her skirt down to pull it completely off. She sat back on her heels and looked at the two men on either side of her, smiling.
“Both of you stand.”
Looking at each other, Tyler and Zach did as she said, and, putting one hand on each of their cocks, she guided them closer together, so that they were almost side by side in front of her. Smiling up at the two of them, she brought the heads of their cocks together and licked both at the same time. Both guys let out the breath they’d been holding, as she slowly turned her head to the left and began to suck on Zach’s cock while stroking Tyler’s at the same time. She switched every minute or so, licking and sucking their cocks. Zach had never thought to see his friend this close up but with his cock next to Tyler’s and Ivy naked, kneeling at their feet, it was so incredibly erotic, he grew impossibly harder.
Zach watched as she licked Tyler’s cock from base to tip, then moving her mouth down to suckle all of him deep in her throat, and he heard Tyler’s groan, his hand fisting in her hair as he guided her. Zach was envious to see that Tyler had a girl who knew exactly what he liked, the two of them so in tune with each other. Ivy hadn’t forgotten completely about Zach though, as she continued to fist his cock as well, and Zach’s balls grew tighter.
Ivy pulled back, and Tyler looked down at her with one of the most pathetic faces Zach had ever seen that he had to laugh. Ivy quirked an eyebrow at Zach, as if to say “Who said I was done with you?” She pulled away from them both, and grabbed Zach’s hand.
“Down,” she ordered.
“How do you want me?” Zach asked.
“On your back, arms above you. And Tyler, you’re behind me.” Ivy straddled Zach, and leaned to kiss Zach deeply, and whisper in his ear, “You’re bigger than I imagined. That’s why you get to be in front.” She licked a line along his jaw, and Zach felt himself shudder, as she reached down between them, and guided his cock into her tight pussy. He felt her encase him, inch by slow inch, and his eyes closed, head arching back against the floor as he felt every soft bump and ridge within her stroke the nerves in the head of his cock as they passed by. She rocked backwards, sitting fully to the hilt. He watched as she ran her hands up her stomach to cup her own breasts, then run them up into her hair, as her hips gyrated in a circular motion, and his cock felt as if it were sheathed in a burning hot, moist, velvet glove that gripped him tightly as it worked him over.
He had barely noticed that Tyler had moved behind her, straddling Zach’s legs as well, Tyler’s hands moving to cup Ivy’s full tits, kneading them a bit harshly, his cock now covered with a condom. He whispered something into Ivy’s ear that made her giggle, and Zach clenched his jaw as he felt her muscles contracting around him as she laughed.
“Fuck dude, whatever you’re going to do, do it quick. She’s so fucking hot and tight,” Zach moaned.
“Don’t I know it,” Tyler laughed.
“God, she’s like a god damn wet oven.”
“I’m still right here, guy.” Ivy said, as she moved up Zach’s cock and then slammed down hard again to prove her point.
“Trust me, I haven’t forgotten.”
“You ready back there, sexy?” Ivy asked, looking over her shoulder.
Tyler, who was spreading lube on his cock, grinned, and nodded once. She smiled and leaned forward to kiss Zach again, moving her hips gently back and forth over his cock, her fingers threading through his hair.
Zach felt her tense a bit when, he presumed, Tyler had begun to enter her ass. Zach brought his hands down to cradle her face and began thrusting his hips gently, and kissing her deeply to distract her from this first part. Tyler’s hands gripped Ivy’s hips as he slowly moved past the first tight barriers, clenching his teeth as her tight asshole allowed him entry.
“FFFffuuuuuccckkkk,” he groaned.
Zach laughed against Ivy’s lips, and felt Tyler’s cock slide the rest of the way in, feeling his hardness rub up against Tyler’s through what he assumed was a very thin stretch of skin. God this felt fucking amazing. Ivy shuddered as she felt both men completely within her.
“Ok, now work together boys.” She said breathlessly.
Following her orders, Zach began to thrust in time with Tyler in and out of her, leaving her empty or completely filled, as she was caught between the two of them. Zach felt her hot sheath contracting at the same time he felt his cock rubbing up against Tyler’s, and though he was embarrassed to even think it, he wasn’t sure which one turned him on more.
Ivy leaned backwards, shifting the two cocks with her, as her arms moved up and back to circle Tyler’s neck, the two of them now moving in opposition of each other; as Tyler moved in, Zach moved out and vice versa. Zach moved his hands to her pussy, and began to furiously rub her clit, desperate to get her off before he humiliated himself and came too early like some un-trained school boy. He knew she was getting close as the muscles of her ass and pussy began to contract and loosen spasmodically, her moaning growing louder, her gyrations becoming more urgent and intense.
Zach felt his balls drawing even tighter up to his body, his breath coming in heaves now as Ivy worked his cock. Using all his will power he held off, knowing she was close, and began thrusting even harder into her hot pussy. Tyler, sensing the same thing, began thrusting along with Zach, and chose that moment to do the one thing he knew she couldn’t resist.
As they both fucked her as hard as they could, Tyler fisted his hand in her hair, tilting her head to the side and bit down hard on her shoulder. The lines between pain and pleasure blurred as she screamed out,
Her hips seemed out of control, the muscles of her entire body breaking into spasms, her cries no longer words but mere animalistic sounds. Tyler grabbed her tit and squeezed hard, and felt himself begin to let off. Zach rubbed harder at her clit, and then grabbed her hips, his fingers digging into her skin as his cock tightened up and then shot his load into her contracting cunt.
All three were caught up in orgasm after orgasm, as she felt Tyler cum, she came again, which, in turn, made Zach cry out and cum even more. It was a delicious cycle that seemed to go on forever. All three moving, panting, moaning and screaming out their passion.
“Oh god! Stop!! Stop! Enough! No more!” Ivy cried out.
If he were capable of words, Zach would have agreed with her. They all slowed their movements, and Ivy collapsed forward, Tyler falling onto her as well, as she was caught between their two sweat-covered bodies, hearts racing.
After a few minutes, as their breathing began to quiet, Tyler slowly slipped out of Ivy’s ass, and she gave a small cry, her pussy clenching Zach’s cock again, causing him, in turn, to cry out.
“Dude, fucking warn me when you’re gonna do that!”
“Sorry. My bad,” Tyler groaned as he fell onto his back on the floor.
“I should probably move at some point, right?” Ivy asked.
“That depends. Would you like me to survive to see the dawn?” Zach asked.
Ivy laughed again, once again, her muscles tightening, as Zach groaned,
“Aw fuck me.”
“Heh, wwaaayyy ahead of you.” Ivy said, as she pushed her body off of Zach’s.
“Jesus Christ, that was amazing.” Tyler said from somewhere off to the side.
Zach heard Ivy giggle again, moving somewhere, presumably towards Tyler, as she kissed him and whispered “Thank you”. Zach’s vision was still a little blurry, so he absently murmured and agreement and tried to figure out if he’d ever have full use of his limbs again.

Drunken stumbling,
giggling helplessly,
lifting you to my hips.
Oh, I wish I
were better equipped.

Kissing, touching,
caressing, pulling--
Clothes are meaningless,
and your breasts are beautiful.

I want you so badly,
as we team up against you,
prowling like cats,
hungry like lions.

We sober up, calm down,
we talk for hours, and I find you
in my arms, at the end of it all
beautiful and naked, in the moonlight.
it's hard to tell where one of us begins,
and where one of us ends

One on each side, we caress you
two against one, we undressed you
we make you writhe and shudder,
mewling pleasure, softly crying out
as they roll through you one by one.


i hesitated before knocking at the heavy oak door to his office. smoothing my plaid skirt and unbuttoning another button on the hated white blouse, i tossed my hair and knocked.
“enter,” came the peremptory voice of my professor.
i opened the door and slid into the office, eyes down, hair covering my face. did i look demure enough? i raised my eyes as i closed the door, and caught my breath. his long hair brushed the shoulders of his tweed sports coat, his tie hanging loosely around the unbuttoned top two buttons of his crisp white shirt. but my eyes went immediately to the black leather belt hanging low on his slim hips. his tall, lanky frame leaned casually against his desk, but he swallowed as he pushed his glasses up onto his nose. his eyes traveled up and down my body, as i stood silent in front of the closed door.
“well, miss, what can i help you with?”
“professor, it’s this paper. i suppose i wasn’t paying attention when you told us, but when was it due again?”
“it is due friday, as you should have written in your notes. i am disappointed in your lack of concentration, miss.”
“i’m sorry, sir, really i am. i try to pay attention but i get distracted so easily …”
“and what exactly is it that distracts you?”
“i pay attention when you’re lecturing, sir. it’s only the little details that seem to escape me.”
“i think a lesson in attention span might do you some good, young lady.”
i glanced again at the leather belt, “if you think so, sir.”
he gestured me to come closer. i could not resist him.
“if you would be so kind as to divest me of my belt, miss?”
my hands shook slightly as i unbuckled the belt. i slid it slowly from the waistband of his trousers, and handed it to him. it was heavy and thick, smelling slightly gamey.
“thank you.” he cleared his desk of papers and books, slowly and methodically, taking his time as he made stacks on the filing cabinet and bookshelf behind him. “now i need you to bend over the desk, miss. it is time for disciplinary action.”
i obediently bent over the desk, my cheek resting on the smooth wood, my buttocks raised to him, my feet placed firmly on the floor.
he raised my plaid skirt, revealing my white cotton panties. he cleared his throat. “i’ll have to divest you of this undergarment to fully demonstrate your punishment, if you don’t mind.”
“of course, professor.” i raised up higher to allow him to pull down my panties, and wriggled a little, helpfully. as they fell to the floor, i stepped out of them and nudged them to the side. i settled back down to my position across the desk.
“that’s much better,” he lifted his hand and brought it down hard on my bottom with a loud *smack*. i whimpered a little, but made no other sound or movement.
with each successive smack, i became more aroused, and less able to stay still. tiny moans escaped, despite my attempts to stay silent and submissive.
finally he reached for the leather belt. i groaned in anticipation.
he slapped the leather lightly on my reddened buttocks. i shivered.
he drew back and slapped me harder, and my back arched with the impact. i shuddered with the delicious pain. over and over again, he brought the belt down hard across my buttocks. i felt swollen. i moaned and shivered, loving the sensations, wanting more, craving release. i writhed on the desk, unable to be still.
“miss, you will have to be still, if i am to do this properly.”
i apologized breathlessly, writhing still more. i knew what came next.
“i shall have to restrain you if you cannot stop moving so much” he came around the front of the desk and lifted my head, stroking my hair away from my face. he removed my necktie from my neck, where it had been loosely tied.
“yes sir”
he removed his own necktie as he returned to his station behind me, and spread my legs further apart. he tied each of my ankles to a desk leg with the neckties.
he spread my buttocks further apart and took the belt up again. he slid his hand under me, placing the belt under me so that he could slide it out and between my buttocks. i moaned at the sensation of hard supple leather sliding across my vulva. i wriggled a little, wanting more. i raised myself higher, pushing my hips against the wooden desk.
while i was raised so, he grasped my bottom and slid the belt across my pussy again.
suddenly he let me go, and i heard the sound of his zipper, and the rustle of fabric. he lifted me again, and ground his hips against me. i felt his hard cock against my bottom, and wiggled closer to him, wanting him inside me.
i heard a small squish, and he smoothed greased fingers across and inside my ass. i writhed in anticipation, again. it seemed an eternity before i felt the pressure of his cock against my ass. i relaxed, allowing him to thrust into me slowly. i gasped as the heat and length of him slid into my tightness. he began to gently move in and out, filling me and drawing almost out, and sliding in and out. i moved against him slowly, letting him lead the way, as he held me captive on his hard rod. my breath came in quick gasps and slow moans.
i cried out for release, and he slowly pulled out of me. i sobbed from the bereft feeling of emptiness. he untied my ankles, and caressed my bottom. i was limp and submissive as he turned me over. the hard desk under my swollen ass was exquisite torture.
he spread my legs again, and once again tied my ankles to the desk.
drawing me closer to the edge of the desk, he pressed against my wet pussy, teasing me with his cock, brushing against me but not entering.
i moaned, wrapping my arms around him, trying to pull him too me.
he frowned. leaving me on the desk, he went to the coat rack and removed a long scarf.
returning to me, he gently pushed me down onto the desk, and raised my arms over my head. he tied my wrists together with the scarf, and then tied the scarf to the handle of a locked file drawer. i wiggled and resisted, but only a token. i craved the submission he forced on me.
he ran his hands over my body, stretched out on the desk, as he walked slowly around to the foot again, where he teased my pussy with his fingers.
i could see very little, even if i strained, restrained as i was.
it was a delicious shock when he suddenly thrust into me, almost tearing me with the force, and i clenched around him, pulling him in deeper.
he began to move then, and i writhed and moved with him. he slid in and out of my slickness, and drove into me harder, then gently moving in me. i groaned in pleasure, arching my back.
we had not heard the headmaster enter the room. he stood by the door, watching us.
“it seems you have begun disciplining this young lady without going through the proper channels.”
the professor stayed perfectly still inside me for a moment. then he answered the headmaster, apologizing for being so remiss.
the headmaster approached him, “it seems you also need a little discipline, professor.”
i heard another rasp of a zipper and more rustles of fabric. then i heard another squish.
the professor bent over me, and thrust deeper into me as the headmaster thrust into him.
i thought it had not been possible for him to thrust harder and deeper into me, but the added pressure of the headmaster behind him created more force, and if anything, made him harder and bigger.
the three of us created a new rhythm as they rocked in and out, and back and forth.
i was completely trapped under their bodies, reveling in the weight of them, as thrust added to thrust.
i writhed in ecstasy as the pressure in them built in me.
there was no talking. only primitive grunts and groans and gasps.
their thrusts shook me, making my breasts bounce as they rocked me and each other.
i climbed higher and higher, crashing down, clenching on the hard cock inside me, heat pouring through me in waves.
the pressure continued to build as i came again and again, crying out for the final release, as pain and pleasure culminated in cresting waves of madness.
the headmaster gave a muffled shout as he shot his load into the professor, and the professor moaned and shuddered with the force of the headmaster’s and his own orgasm.
he exploded into me as i crested the final peak of my climax, and we all crashed and collapsed together, shuddering, shaking, barely gasping for breath.
the headmaster was the first to recover, as he drew out of the professor with a small moan. he reached down to untie my legs, and i raised them to wrap around the professor’s waist as he started to draw out of me. i held him close inside me for a moment, flaccid and warm, i released him, and he slid out of me.
the headmaster untied my arms, and roughly asked if we had learned our lesson.
i stayed silent, unable to speak, while the professor answered, “until the next time, sir, i am sure we will make every attempt to improve ourselves.”

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fun fantasy

Requires some role play. Make arrangements to meet your partner in a public venue. Hotel lounges are great for this. She (or he, we'll use she for this example) pretends to be a high class hooker under the disguise of an escort company for high rollers. The "hooker" already has a room setup. Your first meeting is to finalize the terms and payment. (use a fake check or money). Use some kind of predetermined code that tells her you're interested in paying for sex. Work out the details/scenario. Here is the fun part- She can't say no to the scenario..but can raise the price. Set a time limit. (e.g. 2 hours at $1,000/hr. Also use some sort of timer) She agrees, then has to leave to secure the payment etc. She agrees to meet you back in the lounge in 20 minutes or however long she needs to prep herself or the room. When she arrives she gives you a second room key, a room number and tells you to go up and she'll arrive shortly. When she arrives she starts the timer...let the games begin. No matter what you are doing when the time limit is up, you must stop. She gets dressed, leaves you with a token like her panties, a garter, a mint, or some kind of spicy gift and leaves.
(I recommend at this point you plan to meet somewhere for dinner or movie and then head back to the hotel room later, or this will be a very expensive lay!)

Dinner Games

It was a game they played when they had friends over for dinner or a party. When spirits were high, he lit candles in the bedroom and took her there, undressed her slowly, caressing her body and tying a scarf over her eyes as she knelt on the carpet. Another soft cloth was wrapped loosely around her wrists before he silently left the room as she sat there naked on her knees, waiting, her heart-beat throbbing in her temples.
A few minutes later, someone opened the door and silently came into the room. He stood in front of her, she could hear him un-zip his fly and fondle his cock in front of her un-seeing eyes. She trembled and opened her mouth wide for him and then she had him, sucked him hard like he had probably never been sucked before and finally swallowed his seed when he couldn`t resist her any longer, some of it coming on her cheeks and lips.
Slowly she caught her breath, untangled her wrists and wiped her lips and face as he left and closed the door behind him, never taking off the scarf before she heard the click from the latch in the door. Sitting on the floor, she held on to the moment, waiting for her blushing cheeks to cool, savoring what she had done, the taste of him, before she dressed and joined the guests again, looking at them all under the chandelier, wine sparkling in their glasses, gossip and chit-chat filling the air; wondering. She took a sip of wine, swallowing down the cum. Who`s was it?
Was it Patrik`s? Was his cock so big and hard, his load so tasty? Did his wife Laura do it for him? She sat there and chattered away, laughing and not suspecting anything. Or was it him, Carl, the one with the lean and firm body? Or maybe his boss, black Angus with the broad shoulders. She thought of the taste, size, hardness and feel of the flesh as she sucked him and tried to match the cock with the man, sought their eyes over the table, tried to find evidence in their faces. They never gave it away.
Afterwards, when they lay in bed and the candles were flickering in their final breaths, she would ask him who it was but he never told her. Secretly she wondered when he would invite two of them.

Friday, April 24, 2009

Friday, April 10, 2009

kittys fantasy - the bar

going to the bar was an act of defiance, meant to push his buttons. when master came in to find me i was playing pool in my mini skirt and high heels bending over the table and teasing my opponents with a glimpse of lace boy cut panties. Although i pretended i was oblivious to my peep show, it was completely intentional and turned me on to push their levels of excitement.
When master arrived my heart jumped in my chest from the excitement of knowing i was caught and the game would begin.
He pretended he was angry that i was flirting and he grabbed me by the arm and led me to the car roughly. Calling me a little slut in front of everyone and causing a scene. The embarrassment turned me on even more.
We arrived at the car parked in a dark alleyway. He grabbed my hair and pulled my head back, and whispered in my ear, "you wanna be a slut, then you slut for me". He reached under my skirt and roughly pulled my panties down to my thighs and fingered my wet pussy roughly. I orgasmed almost immediately.

He opened the door and sat me on the seat as he unbuckled his pants and took out his rock hard cock. My excitement felt like electricity around me and the world faded into the background of my senses. He grabbed my hair and ran his cock across my lips bruising them slightly, i opened my mouth and he roughly shoved his cock to my throat gagging me. The punishment made me squirt and I could feel the wetness and knew my skirt would have a spot, one more humiliation that added to the excitement.

After punishing my throat with his cock and making me gag several times he got in the car and I started to pull my panties up then he said to me "take them off and show me your bad pussy". Obediently I pulled them off and pulled up my skirt. He spanked my pussy hard and each smack against my clit was like a rush through my body and I felt high with each one. He again started roughly fingering me until I came again and he watched my face amused by my vulnerability to his 'fondling'. Then he told me, "your gonna rub that hot pussy all the way home" and he placed my hand on my pussy and watched as I masturabated. As he drove us home at every stop light he would push three and four large fingers inside of me. When we arrived home I was weak with the orgasms which I had lost count of after 5 or 6. In the driveway he pulled out his cock and I eagerly sucked him in the car. I was unaware of anything other than his scent, his manhood, and I wanted him there with me in that realm of a sexual high. I felt completed when he came in my mouth and I could hear his gasp and feel him trembling. In that moment I felt complete and at peace. Nothing existed except for Master and Slave ..... THAT moment is my addiction.

Save Me

Your name is there on my tongue and your voice inseminates images in my mind
similes of scenes flash thru my head, acts of pain and pleasure you designed

I've searched for comprehension of my sulking discontent with conventionality
wondered at my ambition to achieve the liberty that appalls my personality

I could not see that my freedom was my despair
True liberation was within the confines of a lair

My denials perpertrating suicide on my own exultation
THEN a master exposed my need for incarceration

Save me from my independence! this defiance is a fake
dominate me and take away the ache

The pain you lovingly inflict on my flesh is liberation
It releases me from self-deprecation

I desperately need you to make me your slave
my contentment depends on you, make me behave

I will gladly perform all your wicked dreams
I'll pretend to defiantly resist you in scenes

If only you will master me
I will give you the key.


Tuesday, April 7, 2009

great read

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Strange Headspace

Yes, I've been single for about a year and half now. Maybe that's why I need to purge the filth that is my mind? Perhaps I just need a good old fashioned romp in the hay, sans kink? Yeah, boring, although even vanilla would add some flavor to my current lack of....
So I found myself up late last night reading on a topic that is a favorite of mine. (Granted, I've never been married but have had some long term relationships.)

"Cuckolding and Hot wives".

Perhaps it's a case of craving that which we can't immediately have?

Cuckolding is interesting to me but I don't know that I could maintain that level of submission for any length of time. For those not familiar with the term it is a femme dom scenario where the female dominant humiliates her male counterpart by forcing him to watch her have sex with other men (referred to as "bulls"). The submissive male is often scolded during the scenario and is asked to partake of demeaning tasks such as fetching water or a towel for his master or her Bull. Or perhaps he has to clean the kitchen floor while he listens to his wife and another man in the other room. It's a scenario that does appeal to me once in a while but there are men and couples who make this an actual lifestyle. The male sub is not allowed to have other partners. I'm just not cut from the cloth of monogamy. (Maybe that's why I'm still single?) That would wear on me and the relationship after a while, yet I am fascinated by those who make this work. If you're out there, would love to hear from you!

Now the lighter side of this, often referred to as a "hot wife" has always been a favorite fetish of mine. I love watching my significant other with other men. Now some of you may be thinking - yeah, you're Bi, duh. But no, it goes deeper than my attraction to men. It's about relinquishing control and the actual act of watching my S.O. being shared and pleasured by someone other than me. Has anyone else shared my flavor for this? Would love to hear real world experiences and the mental pictures behind it.

(Sidebar: I've never been in a relationship with a man. I'm open to it...I've just not come across one where this was a possibility. I've always craved a female partner, with an attraction to men as purely sexual.)

Sunday, April 5, 2009

Artist- Nancy peach

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Submitted by an anonymous guest writer:

My mistress came for me, moaning, screaming, clutching at the sheets with hands like claws, lost in pleasure while I bulled her and worked a vibe deep in her ass.

How many men could write that? How many would like to be able to write that?

But I can. The image of it is burned on my brain. My beautiful mistress. My whore. My darling, coming as if her soul is being turned inside out. Dear God, she is so beautiful, so amazing, so wonderful. Long and pale and slim and elegant and soft and sharp and clever and eager and hungry. Such a gifted little slut. So damned good at coming. Once she starts she can’t stop. She lets me draw orgasms out of her one after another, a stuttering cascade of pleasure like the pearls I stuff into her sweet cunt and drag out again on a long, coiling string of joy. She loses herself completely. She falls down into a trance of joy. She’s not in control. She can barely respond to what’s happening to her. It is wonderful to behold.

We had three amazing hours on a big snowflake marshmallow of a bed with a view out across the harbour.

“I want vanilla” .

That’s what she said.


We rolled on the bed, naked and sweaty and ate mango and pineapple and fat strawberries that stained the sheets blood red and we lay close and drank elder-flower champagne and munched on Turkish Delight.

At the end of it all she said: “I brought my collar. I wish you’d spank me.’’