"I want to be rough with you", he whispered as his hands hovered around my neck. We were both breathing heavily, relishing in pure lust for one another. Amongst the fog in my mind and the explosion in my belly, the words, "yes please" excitedly escaped my mouth. 

It was the middle of November and one of the coldest nights in weeks. I wanted to do what I love most, and he eagerly agreed to join me. The sun had gone down hours before and there was nothing but the soft sound of a cool breeze in the night. He picked me up from my house and with anxious anticipation, we drove a few minutes outside of the city. It was dark outside, and calmingly quiet.  After setting up a horror movie on his tablet and blankets for us to lay on, we cuddled close to one another under the stars. Though I could feel his heat penetrating my body, I still could not keep warm. The blankets he had brought with him were not cooperating, and ultimately proved to be useless. If I pulled them up to my face, my feet weren't covered; if I covered my feet, my face would surely freeze. I asked him if we could switch positions so that he could hold the tablet and I could somehow find comfort on this cool evening. He agreed and I began to turn over. Using his left arm as support while taking the tablet from me with his right we began to move. Instead of bringing it over to his side of the blanket, he simply placed it on the ground and stared down at me. At first I didn't realize what he was doing. I looked at him in question, while I lay on my back. He hovered over my body, and with a look of guiltless pleasure on his face, he leaned forward and began to kiss me.

I was a little surprised, but not opposed by any means. His touch was electrifying, his scent calming, and the clearest ocean paled in comparison to his piercing blue eyes. Above all of that, he tasted wonderful. My eager hands began to explore this beautiful man. My fingers trailed from his chest to the line of his sweatpants, and although he was wearing a sweater, I felt every single muscle underneath. Each crevasse, each line, each undeniable mark of hard work and determination made me melt. He continued to kiss me as I moaned into his mouth. He shifted his position so that he was lying beside me. His right hand began to trail up and down my body. At first, he lingered around my knees before slowly moving up my thighs. He briefly hovered over my sex; slick and wet, simply from the heat of knowing what may come. But much to my dismay, he made no contact. His hands continued to wander up toward my navel. He tucked his hands under my shirt and I arched my back, welcoming him; skin on skin for the first time. At my eager invitation, he slipped his hand down my pants, but over my underwear. I was slightly disappointed at his hesitation; words couldn't describe how badly I wanted him. I moved my hand under his pants and for the first time, I felt his thick, throbbing cock beneath my fingers. He moaned at the contact; a sound sending shivers down my spine.

After playing with him for a short while, he moved my underwear to the side and began to stroke me. He was gentle and warm against me. Before long he was shifting his position again, leaning up onto his arm and motioning inwards towards my body, moving in ways to offer himself ease of access and optimum control.  He began to thrust first one finger, then two inside of my tight, wet pussy. He continued to kiss me, commanding my mouth with his, while he moved his fingers faster and faster inside of me. He pulled away from my mouth and whispered, "I want you to cum for me." I had already been building, but those words broke me. I crumbled around his fingers, moaning into his mouth as he continued to claim my lips.

When I returned back to earth, there was nothing that could be done to prevent me from taking him into my mouth. I sat up, pulled down his pants and began to lick the tip of his cock. I continued to lick and tease until the excitement of it all overtook me and I took his entirety into my mouth. He inhaled sharply, igniting sensations I wasn't aware existed inside of me. Between sexy, breathy moans, he would mumble, "holy fuck", and "shit", words which did nothing short of encourage me further.

I wanted him inside of me. I wanted to feel him move in and out of me, slowly claiming me. I asked him if he had a condom and he said that he had one in his car. With a breathless moan I said "You should go get it”, to which he replied with a devilish grin "Are you sure?" I whispered, "Yes". He leaned over my body and kissed me before moving my hair away from my ear. With a dangerous heat, and in the most heavenly, sexy, still voice he said, "I'm going to my car. While I'm gone, I want you to play with that sweet pussy. Imagine my thick cock thrusting in and out of you. Imagine how good my dick will feel inside of you. Do NOT stop touching yourself." Without another word, he was up and no longer a breath away from me. He left me reeling. Every sensation in my body was on overdrive. But, I had one job to do and it was not a hard task to obey.

My fingers were wrapped up in my own warmth as I watched him return from his car, walking with such confidence. He was so sexy and so commanding. Before putting the condom on, he got down on his knees and said, "Make my dick wet, baby." I eagerly complied. When he could no longer take it, he laid me on my back, put the condom on and began to kiss me again.

With his body above mine, his lips consuming every possibility of control I may have had, he finally did what I had been so eager for. He slowly, gently, and deliciously slid his thick cock inside of me. A moan escaped my lips and my back arched in acceptance of him.  He began to move inside of me, getting faster and faster as the energy between us built. We were both panting and moaning, thoroughly enjoying this unity between us. As the heat built, so did his authority. What started out slow and passionate quickly became a flurry of uncontrollable desire for one another. There was no place on his body that I didn’t want to touch, to kiss, and to lick. All at once, he slowed his movements and looked into my eyes, leaving me breathless and scattered. His body was resting on mine, supported by his elbows on the ground.  "I want to be rough with you", he whispered as his hands hovered around my neck. We were both breathing heavily, relishing in pure lust for one another. Amongst the fog in my mind and the explosions in inside me, the words, "yes please" excitedly passed over my lips

With a deep groan escaping his mouth; passion, desire and lust began to take over. His hands explored all of me, leaving no surface unattended to. He lightly squeezed my neck while kissing my mouth, he trailed his hands down to grasp onto my breasts, while gently tugging on my nipples with his teeth. The sensation was beginning to overwhelm me and I was slowly losing control. I whispered that I was about to cum and he moved his hands back to my neck, grasping me with just enough force that when I came, it was unlike anything I had ever experienced before. Sensations took over my body and fireworks exploded in my mind. He continued to moan as he continued to thrust into me, savouring every sensation that my tensing body had to offer. When I was able to relax and regain control, he told me to turn over, “I want to see that beautiful ass.” I did as I was told and positioned myself so that I was on my hands and knees. He pulled me close to him and kissed my back, neck and cheek before once again entering me.

This sensation was just as great, if not greater than before. He grabbed my waist and controlled every movement I made. I moaned breathlessly, continuously. Every so often he allowed me to control the pace, but in this position it didn’t take long for me to once again reach the point of climax. I told him, for the third time this evening, that I was going to cum. His back straightened and his body began to move faster and faster into me. With one final thrust, and a commanding groan, he directed me to cum all over his cock. Without hesitation a loud moan escaped my mouth, and I released. I shattered all around him and he quickly followed. I fell forward, completely paralysed by every overwhelming sensation. He sat backwards for a moment to catch his breath and get rid of the condom. Not long after, he kissed me and placed his body alongside mine. Both of us were left lying there weakened by the bliss that had overcome us in that moment. I turned to lean into him, feeling his body against mine while we caught our breath, looking up at the beautiful sky above us.

We laid there for a long time. For how long, I’m not quite sure. We talked about our families, religion, hobbies and a number of other things. A while later, he turned to me and whispered, “You know what I’d like to do?” “No”, I said, “What would you like to do?” He looked at me and gave me the most beautiful, devilish smile I had ever seen. “I would like to fuck you in my car.” I smiled back at him eagerly before he kissed me once more and said, “stay wet!”  

A short moment away from a Wednesday morning rampage, I wanted nothing more than a few hours of peace to prep for the day ahead. I have had the morning from hell. I was late for work, I missed my morning coffee, and quite frankly, I wanted nothing to do with anyone on this snowy day in December. Nothing has gone right and the day has barely just started.

Almost immediately upon arriving at my desk, the phone rang. “Hello?” I answered, making it clear that I was not in the mood to confront whatever lay on the other end of the phone. “Good morning. There is a Mr. Tall, Dark and Handsome here to see you.” Seriously? What on earth was this woman thinking? How could our receptionist be this unaware? After the morning I have had, how could she possibly believe that I am interested in her silly games? “Here we go,” I mutter to myself sarcastically before hanging up the phone. For all I know, it’s likely another client needing custody advice over a child they have spent little to no time with, or some deranged ex-wife wanting to “take him for all he is worth”. Reluctantly, I wander toward the front desk. 

I meander around the corner; back straight, smile on, pad and paper in hand and that is when I see him: Mr. Tall, Dark and Handsome. I was taken back and at a loss for words. I had only met him just days before and easily deemed this man one of the most fascinating men I had ever encountered. My cheeks warmed, reacting to the somersaults occurring deep in my core. My female instinct begged me to insist we go somewhere private. At first, I simply want to avoid looking like a 14 year old girl, giddy with excitement. However, quick to follow, was the need to get this beautiful man in a room alone, without any distractions. I turn to the receptionist and in the most professional voice I can conjure up, I ask if there is a boardroom available. She points to the smallest boardroom in the hallway and I, with poise and confidence, request that Mr. Tall, Dark and Handsome follow me. Slowly turning away, crushed by the thought of a moment spent not appreciating the beauty in front of me, I direct him toward the assigned boardroom. It is in this brief moment that I see his lips slightly curve and his head nod in compliance. Mmm, he’s gorgeous.  

I enter the boardroom and hold the door open for him as follows my direction. He stands before me in a black dress coat; tall and strong. I ask him what he’s doing here, trying my hardest to calm my nerves. I’m vibrating with excitement and I'm sure he can tell. I realize now that he is holding a take-out cup in his hands. I look up at him earnestly, confused yet grateful, before he offers me what can only be described as perfection. I take the cup out of his hand and enjoy the most delightful aroma of coffee before placing the cup on the boardroom table. With tantric anticipation I turn back to him. He looks at me with his bright blue eyes and tilts his head, “I’ve also come here for another reason”, he states with an authority that is not to be questioned. I look quizzically into his eyes, but instead of responding with words, he begins to show me exactly what he means.

He grasps my hand firmly and pulls me into him. My god, he smells amazing. His other hand is cupping my neck, guiding my lips towards his. Hovering briefly, he looks into my eyes, completely aware of what he is doing to me. His thoughts reach my ears without so much as a whisper: “You are so beautiful, I can’t wait to taste you.” My body responds and I melt into him. Our lips connect as fireworks seem to explode around us. He brings both of his hands up to cup my face, deepening the already intense embrace. My senses are on fire, but I’m completely at ease. I moan softly into his mouth causing his back to stiffen. Mmm, he likes that, eh? He pulls away from the kiss, guiding my head and whispers, “I’ve missed you.”  I can barely stand, let alone formulate a coherent sentence, so I lean forward to kiss him again, pleading with my actions to do the talking for me. God, I love kissing him. My hands, with a mind of their own, begin to explore his body. First, I’m touching his chin. I can feel the soft stubble on his strong jaw line. My hands then work their way down his body and stop to rest on his broad chest. His hands move from my face to hover over my waist. I know that he craves to touch me, but hesitates to do so. He’s a classy man and I love that about him. I guide his hands toward my chest and begin to massage my breasts with his hands underneath mine. Another moan eagerly escapes my mouth. He begins to move into me, directing my body backwards toward the large table, centered in the room. He breaks the kiss, leans over me and moves the coffee that I have so quickly forgotten about, to a table in the corner of the room. He enjoys the little delays between each caress; short moments playfully created to build anticipation.

He turns and with the look of lust in his eyes and begins his path toward me. I expect him to kiss me once more, but instead, with a fierce grip he grasps my hips and lifts me onto the table. I am quick to giggle, but a stern but sexy “Shhhh”, escapes his mouth. “It’s 10:30 on a Wednesday morning and you, my dear, are a professional”, he reminds me. I cover my mouth anxiously, realizing that those not far away may have overheard. This man, quick to move my hand, leans in just close enough and whispers “Don’t ever cover that pretty mouth.” Before I have a chance to respond, he kisses me once more, this time more deep and passionate than the moments before. His hands begin to explore my body, only this time, he does so without hesitation. He begins to hold my chin with his right hand, leaving nothing to chance, and slowly, sensually, moves his left hand from my neck to grasp at the bottom of my shirt. He abandons my lips as he pulls my shirt above my head. Without a second thought, he holds both of my breasts in his hands and begins to kiss them reverently. With a breathy groan, he whispers, “Mm, you taste delicious.” Once again, a explosion erupts in my stomach, leaving me with a breathless, agonizing need for him.  What is he doing to me? My hands begin to play with the hair on his neck and my head rolls back, in thorough enjoyment.

He pulls away, momentarily, to say, “I love your choice of outfit, my sweet.” I've no need to question why it is he loves my outfit – I already know. I was wearing a white, long sleeve shirt that is tight around my breasts; breasts he seems to be quite fond of, a black skirt that hugs my waist perfectly and black, knee high boots. He wants me and he is doing nothing to hide that fact. He moves me according to his will, pulling my waist to the edge of the table and rolling my skirt up as high as the position allows. Refusing to break eye contact, he speaks with authority, “Don’t you dare move - I’m not finished playing with you.” A current of lust runs through my backbone like an electric shock as he begins to unbutton his pants. He moves closer to me and begins to kiss me once again and I start to unbutton his shirt. He leans back to look at me. The intensity in his eyes could (or rather has) taken hold of me; it is then that he slowly, gently slides into me.

My back arches in submission as my body accepts his length. His arms wrap around me and he begins to move with commanding intensity. My body moves at his will and my mind is clouded with nothing but his penetrating eyes. I take off his shirt before lying back on the table as he continues to move inside of me. I want to enjoy this; I want to feel him sliding in and out of me. I’m hot and wet and his quiet moans are so utterly gratifying. I want to scream in pleasure but I am fully aware that we are in an office and there are people everywhere. I cover my mouth, protecting this secret as I begin to build. He continues to thrust into me and before long, I grasp his forearms, which are guiding my hips to match his rhythm, and I whisper that I'm going to cum. He leans forward and begins to kiss and suck on my neck and chest. Between kisses he groans, “cum for me, baby.” I follow his direction and begin to release; it is long and intense. I bury my face in his neck to avoid making more noise than I already have. My body shakes around him and I know that he, too, is about to climax. His body stiffens over me repeatedly and his intensified breathing alters before he falls forward. He is holding on to me with all that he has to offer. He moves his arms to balance his body over mine and he gently lays kisses on my face; first my forehead, then my nose, then my cheeks and finally my lips. My arms come around his neck, holding him tight as I kiss him back.

Once our breathing has eased and we find the energy to move again, he assists me off of the table, guiding me to the pile of clothes that he had so passionately removed only moments before. With guiltless satisfaction, he begins to button up his pants. Standing before me, with no shame, this undeniably sexy man begins to help me dress. Looking deep into his eyes, thinking to myself how perfect this moment is, a smile forms. From the depths of my being, I am enjoying every second spent doing up each and every button on his collared shirt. I realize that I have no mirror with me and absolutely no way to tell whether or not I look like I was just fucked on a boardroom table. He seems to be aware of my thoughts and places his finger gently over my mouth before I can speak. I stop all movement and look up at him quizzically. “You look more beautiful than ever,” he says gently. He places a kiss on my smiling lips before saying, “Mm, I love the taste of your lips.”  I sink against the boardroom table. His words make me melt. He moves toward the door to open it slightly and he begins to speak, but at a much higher volume than normal. “This has been such a pleasure. Maybe we can set up another appointment for later this week?” I'm speechless. His poise, his confidence and his ease at a quick cover-up story have left me in complete awe. Before he shuts the door to leave me alone in the room, he pokes his head back in one last time to say, “I’ll see you later, beautiful” and gifts me with his gorgeous, flawless, million dollar smile. 

Mr. Tall, dark and handsome is right.

Going Up

I’m in the elevator, headed to the underground parking lot of a downtown high rise building. In the late hours of the afternoon, I find myself tired and ready to go home. The elevator seems to move at a snail's pace, advancing only a few floors at a time between stopping at each of the countless levels between myself and the parkade below. I arrive at the third floor, eager to continue, when I find myself gaping at the doors opening painfully slow to one of the most beautiful women I have ever laid my eyes on. She has a gorgeous, hour-glass figure conservatively tucked away under a cute navy blue business jacket and a complimentary form fitting skirt. Her eyes are as blue as the sea; so blue you could dive into them. Her cheeks are pink and warm and her neck; deliciously bare. She hesitantly steps into the elevator and looks at me quizzically before gently saying, “Going up?” I smile cautiously, trying to regain control of my insides and reply with, “Sorry, ma’am, we’re going down. You might want to get off.” I realize that what I’ve said carries more weight when I think of the erection stiffening under my pants.

My face begins to warm at the realization that if she’s caught on, I have made a complete fool of myself. Rather than blushing herself, she seems to be more secure in her position. She tilts her head slightly and offers a low, sensual, “Oh?” A sound that sends electric currents racing down my spine and straight to my now, throbbing cock. She strides into the elevator with a confidence and poise that makes her even more attractive to me. Her eyes twinkle back at me with look of complete control. I can’t help but notice the slight curve of her lips as she begins to turn around in front of me to face the panel holding the elevator buttons. She reaches out with her right hand, hovers, and after a short hesitation, she reaches up to push three buttons for the next three floors below us with a quick, exaggerated poke of her finger.

I’m taken back – why would she ask if we were going up?  As we wait for the elevator doors to shut, I watch her head tilt, as if inviting my lips to taste the soft skin below her ear. I’m so close. I can smell her perfume: a light vanilla scent as warm as a spring day in a field, painted with deep green grass. We both watch the elevator doors close. As the elevator begins to move, so does she. She begins to take small steps back without turning around until she’s within inches of me. After a brief hesitation, she presses backwards, using her gorgeous behind to pin my body to the elevator wall. She begins to slowly, seductively, grind her ass against my groin. What is going on, right now? Is this actually happening to me? I begin to hold her waist, as I breathe in and out heavily. Before I realize what’s happening, the ungodly ding of the elevator rings in my ear. Without hesitation, she stands up straight, steps forward and nonchalantly irons her skirt with her hands. The doors open and close. The only audible sound is the panting from my mouth that I can’t seem to control.

My world is spinning and I’m not quite sure of what to grab ahold of: The railings for support, a steady breath for life or the ass that is once again moving toward my hot groin. I choose the latter. She welcomes the feeling of my hands around her, pushing them tight against her. While her hips continue to grind against me, she directs my hands from her pelvis, to her waist, to her stomach and finally, to her ample breasts. She begins to knead herself with my hands. Her head leans back on my shoulder, gifting me with the heavenly view of her bare neck. From my position, I can see that her eyes are shut, her mouth is slightly open, and she is smiling. She proceeds to rhythmically continue riding her incredible ass into my hardened groin. Once again, I hear the bell of the elevator and she breaks it off, stepping forward while straightening out the side of her now twisted skirt.

Yet again, the doors open and close in silence. My anticipation for the ride to begin is palpable. This time she turns around to face me, leans in and works my body with a full frontal grind of breasts and hips. She kisses my lips with a passion so intense she is able to control my every move with no more effort than a breath or a moan. She breaks away suddenly and with an ever so slight smirk, she leans forward to thoroughly tease from top to bottom my entire torso with her impossibly perfect cleavage. As she returns to eye level, there is no way to anticipate what is next. With urgency she grabs my hand, thrusting it up her short skirt to rub her thighs, moving upward she continues to guide my hands with hers, leading me to the plunge of her folds under the hot, damp cloth material.

I can smell her all around me and I’m vibrating with anticipation of the taste of her on my fingers. Almost immediately I can sense the inevitable shudder swell up within her, and in mere moments I feel her legs tighten around our hands. As she releases, one of the sexiest moans imaginable escapes her mouth. Her body relaxes and she exhales. The ride is far too short, and I can barely control myself as the dreaded ding of the elevator announces that we have now arrived on the main floor. She steps back a few inches, and as she turns away she straightens out that tight little skirt. The doors open, and this incredible woman exits the elevator, as if preparing for entry onto a waiting stage. Turning to look back at me, she announces “Thank you. It seems you were right, I really needed to get off.”

The doors close, leaving me alone, panting heavily in the solitude of this elevator. Suddenly, I’m not so tired and I’m not exactly ready to go home.

- Shout out to nS & cJ ♥

3.

After a long, stressful day, all I can think about is our bed and my beauty of a wife laying there for me to enjoy. I can imagine that you're naked and waiting for me, counting down the seconds until you can please me. I want to see your light skin, barely clothed in red lace. I want to see your long, black hair slightly covering your hard pierced nipples. As I drive toward our house, my cock is harder than a rock. I cannot bare the suspense any longer. 

I walk into the house only to hear laughing coming from another room. This is beyond frustrating, as I thought it was just going to be you me. I don’t have the patience to entertain company right now and I have far too much pent up sexual desire to contain myself. I walk through the house toward the living room, expecting to see you and a friend gossiping about the day that has passed, but the lights are off. I begin to look around the house in wonder. Once again, I hear noises – It sounds like it’s coming from upstairs. I begin to climb the stairs, agitated and confused; hearing sounds that one can only assume are the result of pleasure. Between the sounds of two voices giggling, I can hear you moaning; a moan that I know so well. I feel like I've been hit by a train car. You couldn't honestly be cheating on me, right? Emotions are racing and my heart is beating at a million miles a minute. I open the door slightly and that’s when I see it: You're in bed with another woman. To my surprise, at first glance, my frustration withers away. Rather, desire beings to take over. Lust courses through my body as I watch the events unfold before me.

I peer through the crack of the open door; I can see your beautiful, bare back before me. I’ve been longing for you all day; dreaming of the moment I would get to see that spectacular body of yours. You’re straddling a blonde woman. Bending forward, you slowly move your body backward on the bed; holy fuck – you’re going to go down on her. My cock is hard and throbbing. My mind races to a time where you and I were in bed. I was fingering you until you came on my hands. Upon your release, I brought my hand, drenched with the scent of you, up to your mouth. You licked your cum off of my fingers and licked your lips before whispering, “Mmm, I taste good.” I wonder now if she tastes as good as you do. Your movements are encouraged by a sexy moan escaping this woman’s mouth. God, this is so fucking hot. This woman’s fingers are entangled in your long, thick hair. I love to see this side come out in you.

I open the door a little wider. I want to see as much as possible. I can see every expression on her face, I can see every part of her upper body respond to this sensation – I’ve never seen anything more beautiful. I don’t think I’ve ever been so turned on in my life. In my new position, I can see past the covers. I can see your naked ass, high in the air as you’re bent over this woman with your head between her legs. I can see your hands grasping her thighs. Every few seconds, you clench your fists and release. You’re turned on and can barely contain it. As I watch the two of you, moving together, moaning, groaning, whispering curse words, I slowly unclasp my belt before quietly unbuttoning my jeans. My underwear is soaking wet with pre-cum. I can already imagine my mighty hands tight around my throbbing cock.

My pants fall to the floor with a loud clash from my belt buckle. My back stiffens in response to the noise. I look into the room and both of you are looking at me. You glance at each other before smiling. This woman lies back down and begins to touch herself, while you step off the bed. You walk toward me and open the door. Fuck, you’re gorgeous. Your long, black hair is messy, covering you ever so slightly. I can see the shimmer of your nipple piercings peer out from under your hair. You kiss me, deeply. My hands are everywhere; they linger over your cheeks, your neck, your breasts, your lower back and finally, your ass. While kissing me, you pull my shirt off and I step out of my pants. You slowly end the kiss before taking my hand and leading me into the bedroom.

My emotions, my sex drive and my desire for you are beyond my control. You lead me to a chair beside the door way and direct me to sit. I comply as I tilt my head in wonder. You kiss me once again. As you release the kiss, you tickle my chin and whisper, “Watch, baby.” I didn’t think it was possible, but my dick grows even more. What are doing to me?

You walk toward the bed again, gifting me a clear visual of your beautiful ass. You crawl onto the bed, slowly and seductively before directing this other woman to cater to you. She assumes the position you were in a few minutes before. She arches her back so that I have a clear view of her naked body between your legs. You bite your lip as you look at me. You breathe the words, “Touch yourself, baby; watch us fuck and touch yourself.” Holy fuck. I do as I’m told and I begin to stroke my throbbing cock.

This other woman begins to lick your perfect pink pussy lips.  You moan softly and I grip myself harder. I can see your body arch; an invitation. She brings her right hand closer to your body before inserting one and then two fingers into you. You moan louder this time; a long, continuous confirmation of the undeniable pleasure gifted to you by this woman. Your eyes are shut and you’re thoroughly enjoying this. What started out gentle and soft, has now become fast and hard. This woman is about to make you cum – I can see it in your body language. Your fists are clenched, your back is arched, your hips are welcoming, your nipples are erect and all at once, you cry out.

I’ve been so busy watching you and your movements that I don’t even realize that I am about to cum, too. Seeing you in this light is unbelievable. I’m so accustomed to being the one to cause your pleasure. Witnessing your response to somebody else’s tongue caress your clit while her fingers massage your insides has me overwhelmingly mesmerized. I continue to stroke myself faster and faster. You’re settled back on the bed, gasping for air. I watch her pull her fingers out of you and …. Oh, fuck …. She’s going to- before I realize what’s happening, I cum; hard. I moan loudly as she slowly licks her fingers clean of you. She savors your taste. I can barely keep my eyes open as I reach my peak, but her eyes are closed and she is turned on simply by the taste of you. She licks her first finger clean, then her second finger and then licks the excess cum from around your pussy.

Holy fuck. I don’t know how much time has gone by. I’ve begun to catch my breath. There is cum all over me, but I couldn’t care less. I can see two beautiful, naked bodies wrapped around each other and I’m already hard again. This other woman crawls up your body to kiss you. It’s one of the deepest, most passionate, sensual kisses that I’ve ever witnessed. She breaks the kiss and whispers something to you. You’re tired, so you respond with a quiet moan. She steps off of the bed and comes toward me, still naked. I stand up, but I’m not entirely sure what I’m supposed to do. She opens her mouth while looking back at you and says, “I think she needs to be fucked – hard.” Then, without speaking another word, she gathers her clothes from a pile on the floor that I didn’t even realize was there, and leaves the room. I watch the door close before looking back at you. Your arm is outstretched toward me, an invitation. I cannot move fast enough. I want nothing more than to be inside of you; my Beauty, my Queen. 

You’ve been awake for days, it seems. There is something on your mind that you can’t seem to shake. Tonight is no different. I wake up while the sky is still dark. I look at the clock to see that it is 3:00am. I quietly tip toe down the stairs, feeling the cool air against my silk nightgown, to see you standing beside the fireplace, undressed and pure, looking out the window. Your left arm is outstretched. You’re leaning against the wall with one hand, as you hold a glass of scotch in the other. I have never seen somebody as  unbelievably sexy as you are in this moment. The muscles throughout your back are tense, and I know just what it is I need to do. Moving toward you, I wrap my arms around your chiseled chest, holding you close to me from behind. You groan quietly and place your left hand over mine. Before long, I slide my hands down your chest, tickling your stomach and teasing your waist before finally resting my hands on your ever-present erection. Once again, you moan. God, you feel so good in my hands. My head is pressed against your back as I begin to play with you. You rest your glass on the fireplace mantel, before turning around.

You move to face me, looking only with sorrow in your eyes. You’re broken and want to fix you; you’re hurting and I yearn to mend your broken heart. I long to cater to your every desire; I wish to take all of your torment away. I take your hand as I lead you to the couch. You sit down before I straddle you. I begin to kiss you deeply. Your large, protecting hands cover the small of my back as you pull me toward you. I need you as much as you need me. You pull me in, as if I am the air you need to stop from suffocating. You kiss my neck, my chest, and my breasts. Your desire begins to take over you and you will my body to move. You pull my night gown up to find that I am naked underneath. Under different circumstances, I would have received a sharp look of raging desire, but in this moment, you offer me a look of uncapped thankfulness. Your eyes tell me that I am exactly what you needed and your breathing tells me that you can wait for me no longer.

I settle on top of you and you ease yourself into me. I moan with pleasure as you enter me. No puzzle pieces have ever fit together as well as you and I, in moments such as these. The world is dark and you and I are all that exist. You hug me close to you as you maneuver my body up and down against you. Your breathing is heavy. Although you do not speak, I can read you well. You continue to pull me closer and closer to your body; two colors of paint colliding.

You begin to move faster, harder; and before long, you change our position. Your strong arms lift me off of you and lay me onto my back. Your body takes over mine as you move over me. You slide into me once again. My body aches for you when you’re not inside of me and when you finally return to your desired place, my body caves in around you. Everything I am falls apart under your embrace. I am completely yours and you are mine. You continue to move fast inside of me.  Your desire begins to overwhelm you and I feel you build. All at once, you shatter into me. Your release is full; your body shakes over mine. You collapse onto my body as you breathe heavily, trying to recover. 

I hold you close to me. All I want is to protect you from every battle that you may face. I want to be the security blanket covering you from every problem that may arise. You continue to embrace me, silently. As our chests slow their rise and fall, you drift into the sleep that has been evading you. 

It was the most eloquent of evenings. 

A divine meal, delicious fashions and exquisite company.

However, it wasn't enough. 

You brought me home and restrained me against the wall with one hand; commanding me.

 If I could fight for words, you would disarm them with your sigh at my ear. 
Your other hand effortlessly grazing up my thigh.

Stockings, skin, underwear. 
Your fingers are so wet, wrapped in my moisture.

Your words should be romantic, but your desire is demanding. 
Your words are far more honest. 
You speak of how hard your cock is in your pants, although I can’t feel it because you’re holding me down. 
But you feel me move against your fingers at the thought of you. 
Your words marinate into my sensations. I want you to play with me.

The length of your finger begins to glide slowly up and down 
as you smooth the silk between my lips, dancing with Lucifer elegance over my clitoris. 
You are tender; yet you are demon. When I fight for words, you tease faster. 

When my lips move to form language, you speak with volume, drowning me with your demands.

As I get closer and closer, your hands slides down my arms to my throat. 
Your words no longer at my ear, but spoken deep into my eyes. 
As you tease and smooth the silk of my panties against me, my hips grind at one with your will. 
You make promises describing how hard you’re going to fuck me. 
You tell me that when I cum against the fingers canvassing my underwear, 
I will find the fingers around my throat begin to tighten.

“Cum for me, Princess,” you breathe. 

“Cum for me as you fight for breath,” you moan.
“Crave my cock thrusting inside you,” you say commanding me.

“Cum harder,”

"Cum faster," 

“Cum for me, Princess.”

And at last, “Sleep, my Queen.”

I drift. 

XX - Stranded

We’ve been driving around for hours, talking, learning about each other, enjoying each other’s company. Eventually, it begins to rain. I tell you that I absolutely love the sound of rain and you smile because you agree. You continue driving, but as the night passes by, the rain increases. It’s loud and heavy and as the thunder and lightning strike, we’re in the middle of nowhere, so you decide to pull over.

After you put the truck in park, you lean over and smile ever so slightly. In a wicked tone, you say, “Whatever shall we do to pass the time?” I smile, innocently, and tell you that I have an idea or two. After turning your music up just a little, I climb on top of you. With both of my hands on either side of your face, I tell you how sexy you are and how much you turn me on. You groan quietly, but before I allow you to say anything, I begin to kiss you. Your hands are on my sides before they slide down to squeeze my ass. I can feel your cock;  thick and hard underneath me, and we’ve just barely begun.  I break the kiss and whisper to you about how badly I want to taste you. Again, you moan deeply. You lean your head against the head rest, and as I begin to lay tender kisses down your neck and jaw, your grip on my ass tightens, in anticipation of what’s to come. You tell me that you want my mouth around your cock more than anything in this world and I giggle because It’s taking everything in me not to do just that.

As much as I want you, though, I take my time. You lean and slide your chair back. I begin to unbutton your shirt, kissing down your chest as more of your skin begins to appear. Once again, I tell you how sexy you are and you groan deeply in response. I’m so wet, and your sounds are making it so much worse. As I move down your body, I end up on my knees, on the floor. I take off my shirt and you begin to unbutton your pants. When your pants are down and my shirt is off, you lift me back up to straddle you. You tell me how much you love my breasts and how badly you want to suck on them. In one quick motion, you undo my bra and it lands in between us. You toss it to the side and pull me closer to you. As you kiss and tug on my nipples, you moan. I breathe your name as I wrap my hands around your neck. You lean my body back and look up at me and say, “I need you, right now.” I smile, but in the same wicked tone, previously used by you, I say, “Patience, my dear. Patience.” I begin to move back down your body as I kiss you, more forcefully this time. I’m just as turned on as you and I want you so, so bad. When I reach your boxers, I’m back on the floor. You take them off and as I look at you and smile, I gently kiss the tip of your cock. You stroke my cheek with your thumb and tell me how damned beautiful I am.

I gently lick and breathe and kiss the tip of your head. You lay your head back to enjoy it. With your eyes closed, you’re able to focus on feeling everything. You can feel my tongue caressing you, teasing you. All you feel, though, is my tongue. I have yet to touch my lips to your throbbing cock, and it’s driving you insane. You can feel my warm breath on you and you moan. I lick your shaft, from the bottom to the top and you begin to writhe in your seat. All at once, without warning, I take you into my mouth. Your cock is huge and it’s hard to deep throat, but I love it. I take you into my mouth three or four times. Each time, you breathe in, trying to maintain control. I slowly and agonizingly release you into the cool air of the truck. You lean your head forward to watch me as I do this.

I can feel you watching me, so I begin to stroke your shaft with my right hand, as I cup your balls with my left. You know what’s coming, and the anticipation has you vibrating in your seat. I gently lick your balls and again, your head falls back onto the headrest. You groan loudly in response. Your hands, which were on my head, move down to grip your seat. You don’t want to let go because you want to be inside of me. You try to maintain control, but I am driving you insane. After licking your balls for a few minutes, I start sucking on them, all while stroking your cock. You’re breathing loudly and every so often, you groan. I move my mouth back up to your cock and begin to suck harder and harder. Your wiggling in your seat and you’re so close to letting go, but you don’t. Instead, you lean forward and lift me up so I’m standing and leaning over your seat.

With a commanding voice, you say, “Take your pants off and fuck me.” I’m so wet and hot for you, so I do as I’m told. Once my pants are off, I straddle you. I hover above your cock and we look into each other’s eyes for a moment before you grasp my face and pull me in to kiss you, deeply. I moan in your mouth as I lower my body onto yours.

My pussy is tight and warm and wet. You moan with me as you enter me, but you never break the kiss. Your tongue invades my mouth, commanding me, willing me. I begin to move up and down on you. Your hands move down my face to my neck, then shoulders. Before moving further down my body, you grip my breasts and gently play with them. You then move to my arms, then waist and finally, your hands rest on my ass. I break the kiss and move down your neck, kissing, moaning, nibbling. I’m building and my body is craving it’s release. You can feel my body getting ready and  you whisper, “Let it go, baby. Cum for me.” Once again, I do as I’m told. My muscles tighten around you and you tell me how sexy I am. You tell me how good I feel wrapped around your cock. My orgasm continues and my pussy gets tighter and tighter around you and you finally let go. You moan loudly as you cum inside of me. The pleasure in knowing how good you feel makes me weak.

Once we come down from our peak, we sit there for a few moments, breathless, holding each other. It’s quiet, but the music in the background and your soothing words of admiration and contentment calm us. Before long, we realize that the rain has calmed. You kiss me once more and tell me that the next time you need to pass the time, you’ll be sure to ask for my opinion. I smile as I get off of you and sit back down in the passenger seat. You pull up your boxers and pants, and begin to button up your shirt. I also get dressed. Before you start to drive, you lean over to me and pull my face toward yours to kiss me again. Without a word, you smile, put the truck into gear and begin to drive. 

XX - Theirs - Pt. 3/3

He leans in to kiss her, embracing her as she allows herself to sink into his grasp.  Rising from the couch, taking her into his arms, he begins to kiss her softly and leads her, hand in hand, to their sanctuary. When they near the bedroom, he turns her around to hold her in his arms. Looking down at her, he can see it in her eyes; the look, only she can give, that sends shivers up his spine. He can see the innocence in her eyes and the sin beneath her intentions. He wants her; all of her. Pulling her beautiful body closer to him, he begins to kiss her; and with eager anticipation, he guides her to their bed.

There is no part of him that wants to wait, he wants her there, in that very moment. He lowers her down, and gently places her soft, warm body on their bed. She looks up at him, lustfully. He knows this is her favorite place to play. He leans in with one hand resting just above her left shoulder and places the other hand firmly on her right hip. She can feel his heat pulsating between her thighs. She is wet and he is ready.

She moans as he begins to fill her. Her tight pussy hugs his throbbing cock perfectly. He is slow to enter her, allowing her body time to accept all that he is. Once deep inside of her, they begin to rock. She moans with intense pleasure as he slides in and out of her. He continues trailing kisses up and down her neck, each time moving further down her shoulder. He knows how to please her. She breathes his name quietly as he continues to move in and out of her. She can't get enough of him; his lips, his scent, his touch.

She is enthralled with him, everything about him gives her butterflies. He moans as he begins to kiss her nipples and gently tug on them with his teeth. He looks up at her, pleased that he knows her so well; he knows exactly what to do, and when. Her hands are entwined in his hair and as she begins to build, her grasp tightens. He continues to thrust in and out of her, whispering to her about how beautiful she is. He tells her how he loves playing with her nipples and how he loves to hear her moan. Simply put, he loves pleasing her. She responds to his loving words as she cums. Her orgasm takes over her body, crashing over her, wave after wave. She screams his name as she releases.  Her reaction is enough to overwhelm him and he, too, releases. He’s on top of her, still supporting his own weight, looking deep into her eyes, there is no place he’d rather be. Lying there in silence, he places his head upon her chest. They take a moment, in each others arms, just holding one another as they begin to catch their breath.

Once a few moments have passed, he lifts his head up and begins to kiss her chest, slowly and passionately, trails kisses up her neck, to her lips. After kissing her reverently, she looks up him and tells him that she loves him. He looks down into her piercing eyes and smiles before whispering, “You’ll never know what you do to me.” 

XX - Hers - Pt. 2/3

This girl; she blows me away. Everything she does makes me crazy for her. She lives to please me, and I, her. I hold her waist as I pick her up off of the floor. I kiss her and whisper, “Now, it’s your turn.” She smiles without protest, which I love. I love when she lets me please her. I kick off my pants as I guide her to the living room. She walks in front of me, naked and flawless. She’s beautiful; I could kiss every part of her. I take off my shirt before she reaches the couch and I pull her against me; her back to my front. I move her hair from her neck and begin to lay gentle kisses behind her ear. Between each kiss, I whisper words of affirmation to her, “You’re …. So …. Sexy  …. You’re … so … beautiful…”. She lays her head back on my shoulder, opening her beautiful neck up to me. She moans and I’m already hard again. I love hearing her moan in pleasure over what I do to her - especially when I’ve barely even touched her.

I turn her around and cup her face as I look into her piercing eyes. Once again, I tell her how beautiful she is to me. She smiles, shyly, and begins to lower her face. I pick it back up again and kiss her, before she can hide from me. I kiss her deeply. She deserves to be kissed reverently. I lay her down on the couch and begin to trail kisses down her jaw line onto her neck. I breathe in her scent; God, she is magnificent. I continue down her body; kissing her, licking her, adoring every inch of her as I move. When I reach her chest, I stop to show special attention to her nipples. I kiss, nibble and gently tug on one with my mouth, while caressing the other with my hand. Before continuing down her body, I switch and begin kissing her other nipple, which is already standing up in reaction to me. She moans quietly and I sink into her. She has me completely undone and all while just enjoying me. Her hands come around my head and her fingers grasp my hair. I already knows she’s wet and I haven’t gotten close to her pussy.

Although it’s nearly impossible to pull away, I begin moving down her body, my fingers still playing with her nipples. I trail kisses down her stomach and onto her right hip. I can feel the heat coming from her body as I move closer. She moans, and I smile. I softly blow cool air onto her clit and she releases the breath that I didn’t realize she was holding. She tugs my hair tighter, indicating that she wants me. But she’s going to just have to wait. I vaguely remember her teasing me not more than 5 minutes ago. I lick her gently, but quickly back away from her. She groans in frustration, sending a shock down to my cock. I’m in complete awe of her. I look at her as she lays there with her eyes shut, completely open to me. She opens her eyes, when she realizes that I’ve backed away. As I gaze down on her, I smile at her. She returns the favor before I continue down her body. I move my hands to her thighs and wrap my arms around them as I kiss one after the other. She relaxes again and I begin to move closer and closer to her pussy.

She’s so wet and I can’t help but crave her. I want to be inside her so badly, but I want her to enjoy this, first. I could get off just knowing that she can come undone beneath me. I return to her clit to and begin gently licking it. Her reaction causes me to speed up. Every few minutes, I gently suck on her. Each time I suck, she gasps and moans. I’m hard as a rock. I move down and put my tongue inside her. She breathes my name as I insert one finger inside of her. As I continue caressing her clit with my tongue, I slip another finger inside of her. Her back begins to arch, accepting me, welcoming me. She is tight and hot for me. I move my fingers in and out, and as her reaction amplifies, my fingers move faster.

She’s pulling my hair and moaning and breathing heavily. I know she’s going to cum soon, but I decide to make her wait. I know that if she cums now, I’ll have to stop and that’s the last thing I want. All at once, I remove my fingers and back away. Her body caves into itself, like a wave crashing against a rock. She breathes heavily for a moment before glaring at me. I smile and whisper, “Mmm, I thought my princess liked teasing?” She lays her head back in frustration and I laugh. I begin kissing her thighs once more, moving closer to her sex once again. She’s already hot and bothered, and I know that it won’t take her long to reach her peak. Once again, I play with her clit. I lick it and suck before inserting my fingers into her and she moans once again. I bend my fingers inside of her, hitting her sweet spot. A few more thrusts inside of her is all it takes for her to come apart. She exhales loudly, while shouting my name. God, I love that sound. Her entire body tightens around my fingers, again and again. A few short moments later, she is able to relax again. Her head falls back onto the couch as she begins to catch her breath.

I remove my fingers from her and lick them clean, I love how she tastes. After kissing her thighs, then stomach, then breasts, then neck, I lay next to her on the couch. She turns to me and whispers how much she loves when I pleasure her. She lays her hand on my chest and moves her head into me. She begins to tickle my body. When she reaches my hips, she realizes that I’m still hard. With that coy smile she has perfected so well, she moves out from beside me to sit next to me, rather than lay. She leans toward my face and says, “I guess we should do something about this, hmm?” 

XX - His - Pt. 1/3

I walked into the kitchen to see you standing at the counter. I whispered your name and you turn around. You see me standing naked before you. Your jaw drops in response. Before you are able to conjure up any words, I tell you that I need you to take your pants off. I walk toward you while you remain speechless and I begin to slowly unbutton your jeans. I kneel before you as you lean back on the counter for support. Every so gently, you place your hands on my head and I begin to slowly caress the tip of your penis with my tongue. 

You breathe my name and tighten your hands over my head. My tongue slowly rubs against your penis. I'm looking up at you and smirking. You’re looking down at me in disbelief. I act as if I'm going to take your entirety in my mouth, but I stop myself – although it’s all I want to do. When you realize that it is my intention to take my time, you shake your head and smile. You hate it but you love it. I continue trailing kisses along your head, licking ever so often. I can hear you breathe in and out and as you build, your hands get tighter around my head. I'm already so wet for you that I can barely control myself. 

I give into my impatience and take you by surprise. I take your entire cock in my mouth. You moan loud and begin to guide my head back and forth. Your eyes are shut. You’re fully enjoying this. You’re slowly losing control. You begin to rub my neck and my back as I kneel in front of you. You begin to fuck my mouth yourself. You thrust in and out over and over again. I begin to rub your balls. I’m getting wet. The thought of you cumming in my mouth makes me hotter for you. I begin to moan with you. I take your cock out of my mouth and I lick your balls. I put one of them in my mouth while I’m massaging the other. Once again I put your penis in my mouth. You continually thrust. We’re both moaning and we’re both getting off from this. You tell me that you’re about to come. A few more thrusts and I begin to feel you release into my mouth. I take it all in. I swallow as you throw your head back in ecstasy. 

You take a deep breath in an effort to compose yourself, while my mouth gently surrounds your penis. You look down at me and smile. I smile back as I release you, licking my lips and fully enjoying the taste of you in my mouth. You lean down and kiss me and whisper, “Now, it’s your turn.”