Monday, July 29, 2013

morning glory.


      I look at the time, expecting it to be much later than it is.  I’m awake too early.  I should let him sleep.  

      My loving boyfriend is spooning me, like he has been most of the night.  I’ve never had a lover that wanted to snuggle all night long like he does; usually, the two of you hug for a while until one of you starts to nod off, at which point you roll over to your respective sides of the bed, and go to sleep for the night.  At most, I would have my butt touching their side, as I lay facing away, hugging a pillow, with them on their backs.  You reunite in the morning; if it’s a weekend, that is, for a quick hug before getting up.  On a work day; nothing.  

      Not Greg.  He favours the spoon, but also enjoys the one where he lays on his back, and I nuzzle into his side.  Right now, I feel myself getting antsy, and should get up to avoid waking him up at this early hour, but can’t muster the intent to tear myself away from his warm embrace.  I want to be here forever.  But, I keep switching sides, and fear he’s going to wake up because of it.  So, here in my role as the little spoon, I try to keep still.  Relax, find a comfortable position; fall back asleep, even.      

      But, his morning boner in nudging me awake.  “Hey. Hey.”  I love how it twitches against me, Greg’s breathing soft and warm at the back of my neck.  “Hey, wake up.”  I find myself unconsciously pressing my butt against it, further into Greg arms, deeper into the embrace.  Still asleep, he draws me in closer.  It must feel nice to have pressure on his boner.  I’m feeling the need for the same against myself.  I press my pillow in between my legs, and very slowly, still not completely aware of my actions, I alternate between pushing my hips forward, into the pillow, and back, into him.  After a while of squirming like this; I can’t tell how long, for I may have drifted off, Greg responds by arching his body to stretch, momentarily pressing his cock right against me in the process, then flipping over.  I enthusiastically curl up into his backside; It isn’t too often that I spoon him.  I press my hips into him butt.  In a moment of lucidity, he reciprocates the movement, and pushes his butt back into me.  Holding him tight, I lightly kiss his back.  He may have fallen back asleep.  I rock my hips into him, caresses his thighs as I do so.  I can’t help it anymore, I reach around and grab his cock.  His erection is enormous, and very hard.  Still half asleep, he groans.  I hold it tightly, and start to move my hand up and down his shaft very slowly.  I thrust into the back of him, slowly, so as not to jar him awake, but harder; the pressure against my cunt feels fantastic.  He moans, still not quite awake, his hips faintly press forward into my hand.  I jerk his cock at steady pace, now.  The rest of his body is waking, starting to move around a bit; I move with him, against his body, following him.  Everywhere he retreats, I press harder into him.  Unintentionally, my hand speeds up.  I love touching his cock, feeling how rock hard he is in the morning.  He gasps, perhaps finally coming out of the depths of sleep, rushing into the reality of me jerking him off.  “Oh god!”  He breathes.  I keep my pace on his gorgeous hard cock, sandwiching him in between my body and my hand; he has nowhere to go.  I throw my leg around, holding him in a vice, making him do it.   “Ohh!”  He suddenly gasps, finally coming.

      We lay, still in a tight embrace on our sides, me behind him.  “The sheets, baby!”  He says after a moment.  “It’s alright,”  I say with a smile, planting a kiss on his cheek.  “I was going to wash them today.”          

Monday, July 22, 2013

in the shower.


     There's a guy on my volleyball team that I've been eyeing.


      I've purposely been wearing less and less to the games, to get his attention.  I used to wear jogging pants, then stretch pants, shorts, shorter shorts, now extremely short shorts.  My ass has to be hanging out of these things.  Especially when I bend over to get the ball. 

      I usually ride my bike to the games, but decided not to this time. He has a car, and actually offered me a ride home last week, but I couldn't accept, me having my bike with me.
      Is he here?  Yes. He's not necessarily the most attractive guy on the team; a little older than most.  But slim, with an athletic build.   I'm a little out of his league, and he's shy around me, probably assuming he has no chance.  He wears a tank top that shows off his arms.  He sees me and smiles to himself, but doesnt say hello. "Hi Jeremy!" I tease, and he blushes a bit.

      He plays a good game, and I am quick to vocalize it, with "nice serve, Jer", "great spike", "nice play".  He crowds my position sometimes, and I give him a playful shove back across the court.  Once, while he's serving, I bend over to tie my shoe, right from the waist.  I wait for the serve, wait, waiting. I look up, he's staring right at me.  
     "Jeremy! What's the problem?" Someone pipes in.  Flustered, he botches the serve.  I secretly smile. 
      At the end of the game, I hang back.  "Wondering if that ride's still available ... my bike's in the shop this week."  
     "Oh! Sure! Yeah, no problem." His eyes unmistakably  light up, but I catch him trying to remain cool.  I picture him being a real nerd in school, before he started working out.  He probably has a pretty successful career as an adult, but I still can't see him being terribly popular with the ladies, because of a lack of confidence.  Still thinks he's a total dweeb in there.   

      He's doesn't say much in the car, seemingly nervous to be alone with me.  I pretend not to notice, energetically talking about everything from sports, to the new couch I just bought. "You should see it! Do you have time to stop in for a second?"  
     "I don't know, I should really hit the shower..." 
     " You can use mine. Really. It's no problem!" 
     "Ok, you don't mind? I'll just be a second." 
     "Please, Jeremy! I want you to." As soon as I hear the shower start, I start removing my own clothing.  I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror and I'm bent over to remove the shorts.  I look at my ass in them, and smile.  I slowly open the door to the washroom, and quietly step inside.  
     "Hello?" He calls, warily.  
     "I thought I'd join you," I say as I pull the curtain aside.  He stares at my body, eyebrows raised.  I step in, he makes room, as if this still may be just a friendly gesture from a rather overt woman.  I claim the shower head, letting the water run over my body, tilting my head back to wet my hair.  When I open my eyes, he has a large erection. I smile, he looks embarrassed.
     "Sorry, I..." he starts.  I laugh; it echoes in the shower, I grab the soap, and grab his cock.  A sound escapes his mouth, like the pleasure of it surprised him, like he didn't know what it was for until now.  My soapy hands slide up and down his cock, I encourage him to lather up my breasts while I do it.  They feel so full and round as he massages them, almost as if the hot water has made them expand, with hard nipples as the stems to two large, blown up balloons.  His cock gets harder in my hands, as I tell him to soap up my clit.  Even in the shower I can feel how wet I am.  My clit feels just as hard and alert as my breasts, as he plays with it, the soap making him glide so perfectly over me.  I grab his ass, soap up his balls, his asshole.  I want my hands to slide all over him, I want him to touch every part of me.  
     "Fuck me, Jeremy,"  I exclaim, bending over, using the ledge of the tub.  He rinses his cock, and quickly finds my pussy.  
     "Oh my God," he breathes.  
     "Fuck me Jeremy."  I want it now, I want it all.  "Fuck me."  He gives me the whole thing, slowly, then starts to thrust.  "Oh God. Yes."  He fucks me hard, and fast, just like I want him to.  "Yes. Oh God. Yes." He holds onto my hips, his thrusts rebounding like they were attached by elastic.  "Yes. I fucking love it!"  His cock slides in and out of me so perfectly, like it was made to fuck me; like my pussy was the mould in which his cock was cast.  He fuck at this fantastic pace, until he finally withdraws, and I feel his hot come on my lower back, and butt.  I turn the shower cooler, and clean us both off.  

      We lie naked on my new couch, with the fan pointed at us.  "Was it the shorts?"  I joke.  

Monday, July 8, 2013

a "how-to" guide for threesomes.


      Threesomes can work.

      If you're like my boyfriend James and I, who routinely call out other people's names during sex, on purpose.  I have him recall old girlfriends, and get him to fuck me exactly how he used to fuck them.  All while riding his cock, I ask him if he misses making their pussies come over his cock (I only come from clitoral/anal stimulation), I tell him to show me how he used to do it.  I ask him, "who are you fucking, baby?"  And demand that he tell me; as apprehensive as he pretends to be about it, I make him call her name out as he comes.  At least once a week he writes me a sexy text that he wants me to think of a stranger, or two, fucking me when I jerk off next.  And I do.

      We've had much better luck with tipsy straight or "bi-curious" girls, rather than bi or lesbian women, so to the local college bar we go.  Both of us are attracted to women, which also is essential in the threesome; that one of you are bisexual.  Also a must, is that the couple are either in love, and there is little danger of leaving each other for the third partner, or, are extremely casual and have little emotional attachment to each other at all.  For example, James and I are in a committed relationship, but he has assured me, that the fact he gets off on my talking about other girls during sex, is purely for kinky and taboo reasons; and he wouldn't want to leave me for anyone in the world.  And though I am strongly attracted to women, I have found that I have little desire to enter into a relationship with them.  Also, I'm crazy about him.  He's the sweetest, most honest, fun person I've ever met.  We both are aroused by watching the other with a woman, and it provides us with a kinky experience that ignites our sex life long afterwards, but that's it.

      James lets me take the lead at the bar, challenging a couple of girls to a game of pool.  One has her hair in a pixie cut, and I have my eye on her.  She's tiny and fairy like, with big eyes, and lovely skin.  Marcie.  I tell her I like her hair, and she agrees to a game.

      Marcie is feisty, and competitive.  Taking her as the playful type, I poke fun at her.  With James and I taking the lead in the game, I tease, "I feel like I should throw it, or Marcie will be crawling into our bedroom to kill us in our sleep!"
      She laughs, "maybe I will!" She initiates touching, by giving me a little shove each time I razz her.  James buys us another round of drinks, and is quick to jump to Marcie's side, literally, with his arm around her. 
      "I bet this little firecracker could take you in a fight any day, babe!" 
      "What?! We'll see. I might challenge you to an arm wrestle later, Marce!  Lemme see you flex!"   Luckily, her friend wants to go after last call (not receiving enough attention, perhaps), but Marcie is still having fun.  I suggest we get another drink elsewhere.  After we walk by a couple bars that seem to be closing as well, I suggest we just go back to our place for a nightcap.  Because, "Its right around the block." 

      James pours us another round, chooses some music, sets the lighting.  It's very cozy.  Marcia express relief to be out of her shoes, so I convince her into a foot rub, claiming that "I'm really good at it." 
     To which James replies, "That's not the only thing she's good at!  Right baby?" We kiss in front of her.  We give her a tour, leaving the bedroom for last.  We sit on the bed, James stands.  I tell her again that I like her hair.  I tuck a wayward piece behind her ear, and let my hand drift to the back of her hairline, her neck.  I give her a little massage. 
     "I'm good at this, too," I say into her ear.  She closes her eyes. 
     "Mmm ... you are ..."  I lean forward and nibble on her ear, her neck.  She exposes more of it for me, encouraging me, tilting her chin the other way to reveal more.  I unbutton her shirt, letting my lips and tongue follow where my fingers leave off.  When it lays open, I kiss her on the mouth, while peeling it over her shoulders.  James sits down, and kisses her, while I unbutton her bra and remove my own shirt, and pants.  I touch her breasts, her shoulders, her back. Her skin is exquisite.  Small, lovely breasts.  I lick her nipples, and lay her back.  Lay beside her and kiss her.  James is watching, and undressing.  It always works best for us both to focus on pleasing one person at a time, at least at first.  Taking turns, two on one, making each other come.  We are both unselfish lovers, and really enjoy this part.  I grind on her hip, she turns towards me, and presses herself agaisnt me while we kiss.  I get on top, undo the button on her jeans.
     "So, how do u want to come tonight, Marcie?"  I lean forward, licking what I've just exposed.  She lifts her hips, and I pull off her pants.  James takes his place beside her, plays with her nipples. 
     "I don't know," she stalls, probably a little overwhelmed.  James kisses her. 
     "Do you want me to fuck you?"  He asks, sweetly, almost polite.  She smiles broadly, "yes!  Is that ok?" She turns to me. 
      I laugh, "yes!"  I remove her underwear, lick her pussy for a while.  I relish doing it, as it happens so rarely.   James licks her nipples, massages her breasts while I do it.  After she's good and wet, we trade places.  I reach up, grabbing her breasts, come on top of her, kissing her.  James moves below her, straightening her legs into the air, kissing and licking them, removing his boxers at the same time.  I move beside her, and watch his cock find her.  To this day, I find the act of watching someone have sex, right in front of you, so intensely arousing, it's almost shocking.  She let's out a gutteral sound, that a mix of pleasure, relief, perhaps a little pain. She's small, and James has a big cock.  He goes slowly, while I kiss her, soothing her, reaching down to rub her clit.  Inside her, he lets his cock touch the front wall of her pussy, massaging her g-spot, back and forth, thrusting his cock slowly and carefully.  She likes it; I almost have to hold her down, she's squirming so much.  I touch her legs, encouraging her to spread them a little further.  I lick her nipples, lick my fingers to keep her clit nice and wet. I look at James while I'm on her breasts, he looks at me with a big smile on his face.  I want to laugh, but don't want to break her concentration.  Almost as soon as I think it, she stops all movement, I look at James, telepathically telling him not to stop what he's doing.  But he knows it, she's going to come. She arches her back and lets out a huge cry, then erupts in uncontrollable laughter. 
      I lay beside her, laughing, "you're crazy!"  James removes himself, collapses on the bed with us, maybe a little too drunk to continue. 
      After the laughter subsides, Marcie says, "It's late. I better go. You guys good?" 
      "We're great," I reply. "We'll see you around." 

      And it's just the two of us again.  We take a cool shower together, and fall asleep in each other's arms.  He holds me all night long, like he always does.

Wednesday, July 3, 2013

getting fucked in the dark.


      Every Thursday at 10:00pm,  I leave my door unlocked and wait here in the dark, with my ass in the air.


      I rent out an ad every week in the adult classifieds, stating the time and my exact address, advertising a completely anonymous and hassle-free fuck.  I describe that I'll be waiting in the darkness of my bedroom, already nude and bent over, ready to take a dick.  No foreplay necessary; just come with a boner, and find the hole.  I didn't leave a phone number.  I don't want to talk to them.

      I'm using my vibrator on my clit, while on my hands and knees, on my bed.  No one has come yet, after a month of running the ads, so I'm already buckling down to have an orgasm solo, while thinking about a stranger actually coming in that door.  I live in a small one bedroom apartment, so one only needs to walk through the living room to enter my bedroom.  The idea that it might actually happen, and it playing out in my mind, is so sexy to me, that in the last month, I've given myself some of the hardest orgasms I've ever had.  Did I ever expect anyone to come?  Maybe not; maybe I just did it to fuel my masturbation fantasies.  This should be my last ad.  It's becoming an expensive hobby.

      Just then, a sound.  I dismiss it as a trick of the mind, as I am imagining it so vividly now, I can almost hear the turn of the door handle.  No, a click, then the slow whine of the door.  Oh, my fucking God.  I turn off the vibe, and listen.  A couple tentative steps on my moaning wood floor.   I am frightened stiff; not moving a muscle. I think now, what if it's a robber?  Someone who wants to hurt me?  Stupid! Stupid!  I've really done it now.  I hear him (I can only assume) pawing around with his hands on the walls, the yawning steps getting closer.  Then he stops, perhaps at the entrance to my bedroom.  I work up enough courage to turn my head towards the door.  I can see the faintest outline in the dark, a hulking, masculine figure; at least I was right about something.  Then, a zip; a fly.  I gasp.  A pause, followed by the buzz of me turning my vibe back on.

      Two steps, and he's right behind me.  I can feel the warmth coming off of his skin.  He doesn't grope my body like I expected, not even to feel his way around, but immediately lets the tip of his cock find the moisture coming from my pussy.  I don't think I've ever been this wet in my entire life.  He circles his cock around my pussy, rubbing it against me, either for my pleasure, or to moisten the head of his dick.  I lean my hips back, silently begging him to put it in.  He does; in one easy thrust.  I let out a long exhale, but bite my tongue not to make any noise.  I don't want him to hear me; I just want to be a disembodied pussy for him to fuck.  Only now does he touch me, grabbing my hips to pull me against him.  His cock slides so perfectly in and out of me, I find myself clamping my mouth shut to stay silent.  He selfishly fucks me exactly like I want him to; to go at his own rhythm, to go at the pace his dick needs, without any thought for the other body at the end of it.  He holds my hips, thrusting me over his cock, jerking himself off with me; I may as well be his own hand.  He fucks me at an steady medium pace; blowing my mind with a desire for him to go faster, harder; I bury my face into the pillow.  Even as he approaches orgasm, he doesn’t speed up; perhaps even thrusting slightly slower, I feel his body jerk and spasm against me, shooting his hot load inside me.


      After a moment of recovery, he zips up, and walks out the door, in complete silence.  

Monday, July 1, 2013

mouth fetish.


       An online profile catches my eye, "Looking for a sweet girl to spend some time with. Must have lots of energy, be positive, and have a pretty mouth."
       It drove me wild when my last boyfriend used to touch my mouth during sex.  I loved it when he used to kiss my neck, while toying his finger around the rim of my lips.  He always had such a warm, wet, welcoming mouth himself, that would get me similarly wet just thinking about it.  I could almost come from him kissing me deeply, and it goes without saying that I absolutely loved having his cock in my mouth, as well.  I always came hardest when my mouth was full.  
       So, it's obvious why the words, "pretty mouth" appealed to me.  That phrase in particular, makes me a little wet, because the one saying it is usually thinking about fucking it.  And that to me, is the sexiest.  It's either a bold request by this guy on his online profile, basically admitting that he wants a good cocksucker; or, the guy is so oblivious, naive, or foreign, that it's to be taken at face value.  Or he has a mouth fetish, like me.  I feel that satisfying tingle again between my legs.  I scan the rest of his profile, and he looks pretty normal.  Not to mention, fairly attractive.  I message him back, admitting to myself that I am up for getting laid, just as much as finding a new partner, and I can't blame the guy for potentially being in the same position. 
       We meet at a local cafe.  I've only given him an hour; a precaution I now take from past internet mismatches.  I see him as soon as I enter, wearing the light blue shirt he said he would be.  Clean cut, a little older than the picture on his profile, but with a sharp, attractive jawline.  I stop to put on a little lip gloss.  When I approach, I see how the shirt brings out the soft blue in his eyes, balancing his harder features nicely.  "Thomas?"  He rises, gives me a formal handshake, and gestures for me to sit down.  Throughout the chitchat, he seems serious, doesn't really make eye contact, and is rather quiet.  I nervously overtalk.  I'm about to conclude that he isn't that into me, when I realize that while he isn't looking into my eyes, he is however, focussed very intently on my mouth.  Now and then, I see the corner of his lips curl up in satisfaction, as he watches.  As I become aware that my mouth is being observed so carefully, I make an effort to move my lips and tongue as sensually as possible.  The whole thing is really turning me on.  I keep hearing the words 'pretty mouth' in my head, and picturing him getting hard thinking about what he wants to do to mine.  As the hour draws to a close, I tell him that I have another hour or so to spare, if he doesn't have anywhere he has to be.
       Back at his place, Thomas fixes me a drink, and we're sitting on his sofa. His apartment is impeccably clean, almost unnervingly so, if I weren't so particular about tidiness myself.  Makes me hopeful that he does have a sexual neurosis of some sort.  He serves me a milky looking liquor on ice, and it seems to bring him pleasure to watch me drink it.  It feels like cool, creamy heaven in my mouth.  Again I find him staring, and now in the privacy of his room, I tease, "So, do I have a pretty mouth?”  His eyes dart up to mine, maybe for the first time yet.  
       “Yes,” he exhales.  
       “You can touch it, if you want,” I casually reply.  A smile spreads across his face, almost with a look of relief, or thanks.  I feel myself smile as well, nodding, “Go ahead”.  
       He reaches forward, first cradling my face in his hand, then letting his thumb wander toward my lips.  I watch his face, and my breath quickens, seeing how much he enjoys touching me there.  He moves his thumb just close enough inside my mouth to gather a bit of moisture, which he spreads over my lower lip.  I readjust on the couch, and realize how wet I am.  I quickly remove my blouse.  
       "Keep going,"  I tell him.  I kneel on the carpet, still wearing my bra and skirt, and he stands over me, the bulge of his cock now near my face.  I grasp my hands behind me, in a sign of submission.  
       "Can you open your mouth?" he says.  I do so, with my tongue still in my mouth, my lips open in an "o" shape, making sure to look up at him while I do it.  He again uses his thumb to trace the circle of my open mouth, and then completely plunges it inside.  I seal my lips around it, and I let him slowly thrust it in and out of my mouth.  My pussy floods with moisture, and I fight to keep my eyes from rolling back in my head, it's so pleasurable.  Every part of me wants to be touched.  He extracts his finger, leaving me gasping.  I'm pleased to see that he too, is breathless. 
       "Show me your tongue," Thomas says, with a little more confidence.  I obey immediately, sticking it out as far as I can, while having it still look relaxed and soft.  He gives me the tip of his finger, which I enthusiastically encircle with my tongue.  He pulls at my cheeks; gently tugging, one by one, to see how far I can open.  I love being inspected like this, as if he's seeing whether my mouth is up to the task.  I find myself eager to please.  Satisfied, he slowly unbuttons his pants, revealing a massive hard on.  I smile at the thought of taking a cock in my mouth, but feel nervous at the sight of it, because I've never had something that big in my mouth.  I see now, why he wanted to see its capabilities first.  I move to grasp it with my hand, but he tells me not to.  
        "Leave your hands behind you."  I do so, leaning forward, and parting my lips to take the head into mouth.  I was right.  This is the biggest cock I've ever had.  I widen my jaw, and take as much as I can.  With his thick cock filling my mouth, almost touching the back of my throat, I feel so perfect and full.  I reach down beneath my skirt, to play with myself, and immediately feel the urge to come.  I start to move my mouth over him, but he puts his hand in my hair to still me.  Instead, he starts to slowly thrust.  
        "Look up at me."  In the ecstasy of it, I had closed my eyes.  The pleasure of my eyes meeting his, with my mouth open so wide and so full with his cock, makes him pick up speed.  "Hold it open."  He thrusts longer, so that each time his cock leaves me completely, then comes right back, in a precise, fluid movement, into the waiting, open hole of my mouth.  
        "Keep it open. Don't move."  I'm going to come.  Furiously rubbing my clit, I feel myself spasm and release, crying out, while at almost the same time, feel his cock explode hot liquid while at the deepest part of my throat.  I swallow, and collapse on my elbow beside me, gasping for breath.  He sits, almost falling into the couch. 

       I look at Thomas from my place on the floor, and he smiles.  I ask, "What are you doing next week?"