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I’m not his type. Not slim and dark haired with big wide eyes just simpering up at him. Not a little miss prim in public that he wants to twist into a perv in private. Not someone who just gave in however he wants it, someone who will take whatever he hands out and like it. No I’m a little different from his usual girl.
He was sleek, I’ll give him that. The long dark hair and mesmerizing eyes that were hard to look away from. The heat off his body as he pulled me to him, the strength as he picked me up and carried me away to be ravished… he wasn’t my typical fellow either.
But as he kissed and caressed me I decided to take a trip on the wild side and see where we’d go. His mouth on my skin and his hands roaming at will. The hair on his chest peaking out from the v of his shirt and the twinkle in his eyes every time our mouths parted was hot.
He slipped his hands lower to cup my ass as I began to slide mine under his shirt to play with his nipples. A moment of confusion slid over his face as he realized there weren’t any panty lines rubbing against his hands. His arms rippled pulling me to him. I was all soft and round, short and sly, with a surprise or two in store for him.
Murmurs of nothingness against my skin as he touched me, I began to drip long before I had shed my clothes. His surprise was priceless as he reached my bare ass under the jean shorts. I didn’t see the point in panties under the denims; he noticeably got hard against my thigh upon that discovery.
Shedding his shirt I could see he had gone some rounds here and there, a scar low on his abdomen, just one of many bits of irregularities in his skin. He was hot, the muscles in his chest tight, a little pudge about his beltline, and the sheer smell of heat coming off his skin as I nibbled on it.
I smiled to myself as he began to unzip the shorts…there was a trick or two he hadn’t found yet. I managed to get him out of his breeches to discover I’m not the only one who cared little for an extra layer of fabric in the summer. He was hot horny and hard, the dimples in his ass under my hands flexing as I pulled him against me.
He reached down to make sure I was ready – was I ever. And then he realized my clit was surrounded by naked skin-he twitched against me. Sometimes it’s worth trying things a little different from the norm; you never know what you might find.
I was soaked. He was hard, throbbing against me. He wanted to be inside me but he took the time to ask if I was sure… I was sure a year ago when he grabbed me and kissed me. I hadn’t changed my mind; I wanted him, all of him. He wasn’t big enough to hurt me… but I knew I’d be plenty full.
I was simmering when he started to push up into me. His eyes widened as he felt my heat surround him. A low groan escaped him as he pulled back just a little to thrust again deeper this time. My legs came up around him, pulling him in and creating a slightly different angle for me to experience. He was just getting his rythym going and I felt it hit… small for me at the time, but apparently not what he expected. I managed not scream but shook like a leaf and pushed against him with all my might.
He was concerned I was okay and slowed down, but I shook my head no, and told him to keep going, we were just getting started. He said something to the effect of I’ve got to be kidding… so I rolled him over and took him on his back… and sat up straight, riding him for all I was worth. The next one began to hit and I put his hands on my nipples and began to flick my clit. That one took a bit out of me…
I began to roll over again, but we disconnected… I took advantage of it to thrust his cock down my throat a few times, tasting myself all over him. When I laid back and pulled him inside me he was muttering something, apparently his last lady friend not only looked and acted different but wasn’t quite as daring in bed.
Not that we’d even gotten to daring by my standards, but he was obviously pleased and eager for more. I put my feet on his shoulder; damn the muscles there were fine, and grabbed his ass, changing the thrust point again. He was hitting my g-spot and sending me into little shivers as I felt a major explosion coming on.
Just before I became incoherent, I adjusted again and encouraged him to thrust deeper… and he responded by saying he wouldn’t last long that way… and then it hit, I was gone over the edge into oblivion. Fuck, that was good. And then as the second wave hit he growled he was coming, oh god coming so hard…
We collapsed into shudders against one another. I’m not sure where I go, but it takes me a little to come back to myself afterwards. We were both breathing hard and couldn’t keep our mouths off one another. That was good. That was excellent. …and that was just the first go-round.
Like the last few years didn’t happen.
I didn’t thrust your cock down my throat
There was no hicky on my ass
I didn’t smother you in my juices
There was no fucking you all night long
I didn’t scream for you
There was no playing with toys
I didn’t have you eat me for hours
There were no pictures
I didn’t take you on the sofa
There was no story to tell.
It never happened.
But if it had happened, if it did happen…
Now that wild ride would have been worth it.
Hey There, BigBoy. Its Me. You Busy? Guess what it is I want… Oh yeah baby I’m in the mood. I wanna fuck you, but that’s not all I wanna do. I wanna feel your mouth on my nipples, sucking and feeding off my chest. I want to have my nipples tweaked, pulled, nibbled on, sucked so hard they are like rocks, aching with every move I make.
I wanna put my legs on your shoulders, wrap them around you. Put your face between my legs and have you tongue me for ages. I wanna feel your tongue inside me, lapping up my juices, making me ache with pleasure. I want to feel your cock between my tits, rubbing against my lips, feel it inside my mouth with the smooth skin rubbing against my cheeks.
I wanna feel your cock between my legs, sliding against my pussy, making me so hot and wet inside. All that yes, but most of all I wanna get fucked. I wanna fuck you long and hard and slow and soft, in and out and all over again. I wanna feel that long thick hard hot cock inside me. I wanna ride you to ecstasy.
I wanna feel your body hot and hard and hevy behind me, above me, working in and out of me. I want you to fuck me so bad. Yes, I really need it bad. I wanna get fucked fast and hard. I wanna get fucked out of my mind, to feel that big hard incredible hunk of a cock inside my warm wet pussy, I need to get fucked. I’m craving the feeling of your body inside mine...
I wanna get fucked by you, BigBoy. What do you think about that?* This particular piece was written in 1986, fell out of a time capsule I was going through. Thought you might enjoy it just the same.
Did you know the strongest muscle in the body is the tongue? Be sure to keep it limber, warmed up and well-toned so you don't strain it. Boytoy did that once; Now I'm careful to keep him exercising it so it doesn't happen again. He's quite good at using it to lick me until I come. Thoughtful of me look out for him this way, isn't it?
Its been a while since the last time. A long while, or so it seems. However I should probably explain I’d gone longer. Through sheer stupidity It went more than a year once. Today I look back and wonder why I didn’t get out then, instead of waiting til it was long overdue to break off that relationship. I have trouble going a few days without nowadays. So when I say its been a long while, I mean about a month. Not since I came, I’ve been coming on the toys he bought me every other night or so. Sometimes its tame, a small gasp, a slight shudder, but enough to release some endorphins and for my body to relax. A few times I’ve teased myself for quite some time before I finally moved the rabbit to my little hot button and let it ride there til the wave hit. And just once … today I was going slowly, sliding the rabbit back and forth, teasing my slit with the head while the bunny just buzzed and buzzed. I was doing some reading, some rewriting of things I’d jotted down before, just letting my body ride out the pleasure. Visualizing how it’d been, the sheen of sweat on his body, the shimmer of heat off of mine as the two collided into each other. Soft slithering of the buzz across my body and just as I was thinking of how wide his cock was inside me, how it felt so different from the vibe… The wave came crashing over me without warning and my body clamped down hard. I swore and moaned all in the same breath, my pussy pushed the plastic out while my clit throbbed against the buzz. My god I came hard. I was deep breathing by the end of it feeling adrenaline soaring through me and then I knew… Its been too long since I had the real thing. I need to be fucked and how. I need a hard cock inside my hot pussy. I need a man. Now.
Stomp on me some more.
One day I’ll stop fighting
Just let Him run over me.
Give in, give up, give over
Or so it will seem.
Quietly gathering my energy to go
Recharging batteries
Conserving the power
For the day… the moment…
It seems to him it’ll never happen, but it will
Some day I won’t fight back.
I’ll just go.
The question is how long is left
Til the day I turn around and say –
“I’m done.”
"Never met a girl like you before."
...I like the sentiment; I often wonder just what it is that prompted it.
I’ve been throbbing for days. Dripping, remembering, thinking about it all week. Today was the first day I came home and wasn’t soaked through. Panties a little damp – yes. but at least the steady dripping has stopped.
No it’s not a complaint. It just never happened before. Go ahead, do it again...
Touch me.
Hands all over
Warm me up,
Heat me up,
Taste me
Lick me
Suck my nipples
Nip at my neck
Tease me
Make me wet
Caress me
Fill me.
Yes, in that totally overwhelming way that keeps my brain from functioning and almost any subject that crosses my mind turns into a flash of the adventure which then stops the current subject from consideration…. While my outside may be calm and collected, Able to function as it does everyday – inside pieces are still melting, feeling the fullness, seeing the eyes as the explosion happens, memory of the feel of the hardness growing in my mouth, the tender touch that explodes, the slightly swollen mouth from passionate kisses, the feel of tongue between my legs, strong hands on my waist and hips, sheer strength supporting me, body betraying every sensible thought, one explosion after another repeating, dampness between my legs. And although its meant to calm the need, a little leads to more, and then again, and the appetite grows when it was expected to be fulfilled. Craving, blood pulsing and wanting more although the body knows its had enough, the mind goes ravenous. Oh yeah, totally fucked
Pure unadulterated rage. Just courses through my blood, body throbs, feel the adrenaline rise as the thoughts go round and round in my head, no place to escape. What should be a tiny annoyance becomes an all-encompassing passion, want to rip out their throat, demolish that high and mighty attitude, hurt them. Not just pinch or punch them. Destroy them, injure them so every moment they know they did you wrong, and will be reminded for it every step they take. Not that the realization has ever occurred to them – they've done something that to them is just and fair and honors them, but destroys someone else's self, someone else's view of the world. Oblivious the one goes on, expecting everything and getting it mostly because folks don't know how to withhold from them, the other limps through the day, giving in, giving all, waiting for someone to realize just how injured they are, how they hurt and how badly they feel others have treated them. Anger is such a screwed up emotion. Everyone has it, no one is supposed to, and you're thought of badly for exposing it yet told not to hold it in as that is damaging as well. Pure rage, and sometimes its more about the helplessness of being angry than it is about the anger itself. What a lousy world we live in.
Fuck me. Oh I can pretty it up but no matter how I put it, it’ll be the same result. He won’t accept it that directly, I’m sure. We’ll have to dance around the topic and it’ll take him a while to get up the nerve to approach it. Somewhere along there my patience always snaps. He’s still thinking about the warm-up and I’m ready for the main course. If I get two seconds of leeway from him, where I can lead instead of follow its all over and the guy will never know what hit him. I’ll destroy him.
By the time he’s realized that the switches are all set to go, the buttons have all been hit and the system is running at full steam he’ll be mush. Start feeling it’s a sure thing – and it is to a point – and think its oh so easy… and then when he’s thinking any girl would be content he’ll learn rather quickly the difference between them and the woman in me. I’m older than he, and that’s some of it. I’m not looking for the same thing his high school sweetheart wanted; I want the full ride and then some. But he doesn’t even know what that means yet.
Right when the young’un will think he’s about done I’ll be warmed up and the boy will be pushed past what he thought were the limits. The learning curve will be steep, but if he can keep up with the running, the finish line will amaze him. If he can keep the motor going, he’ll have one of the most educational nights of his life. To hell with the game tomorrow, he’ll take the night instead and sleep through the next day to make up for it.
I’ll want it all. The soft nips, the hard pounding, the rolling and moving, the slapping and tasting, the touching and teasing, every bit of the taking and giving. He’ll leave knowing he’s been fucked and how. He’ll go home to a life that no longer looks the same, and have no way to explain it either. Everything hes learned he won’t be able to tell, and the tricks and bits he’ll want to try again will need to be crammed into his everyday life; Suddenly what was good before will seem wanting and the discontent he’ll have will be intense.
We’ll surface at the same place again – and he’ll be right back where he was – except now he knows what he’s missing. And because it’ll all be blurry to start with, brain boggled by the last time, he’ll start out on the same path trying to find his way through the maze. No matter which way he goes, the boy is in over his head, a night or a summer, doesn’t matter which. The road signs are hidden and the path is full of turns. If he gets lucky, he’ll find his way. Or give me room enough to create my own path and I'll show him the way. Come on fella, Fuck me.
“I want my face between your thighs, my mouth on your pussy”
… there’s something to be said for a man who knows what he wants and isn’t afraid to say so.
Reading the stories, it’s easy enough to plug yourself into them. The other player in the story becomes someone else every time – or perhaps you’ll put together a fantasy person to play with. But then take the idea out and look at it with another, Share it, discuss the details, and soon the fantasy takes on some hard edges. A simple conversation about an imagined event can start the juices flowing and you get a little heated. Possibility abounds in your mind, the story is set aside, and life goes on. Then one day fast forward to an unexpected opportunity and the dance begins. A little flirting, a little more, one step leads to many; the evening takes on a bright shiny glow. You take a turn off the usual path, take a few more steps and suddenly it occurs to you here’s the story! Not Exactly, not perfectly; Things are slightly off, the elements of it are all there… a bit from the discussion, a tad into the imagined version of the story taken off the page. A little further, you think there is no way you will go there…and then you do. Not only do you find yourself in a place you never planned to be at, but you go right past the original spot. The thoughts inspired by the story not only live, but become a much bigger event. The treasured memory is oh so much hotter than any fictional tale; more than the discussion about it; the memory totally explodes the boundaries you had set for the fantasy.
What does it say when the fantasy is duller than your reality?
Would you believe me if I said “its complicated”?
Fiction, good solid fiction, comes alive. The story may be detailed or may not but in your head, in your mind you can picture it, perhaps think it, feel it, occurring. Part of your mind knows it can’t all be true, it’s too far out there for someone to have experienced it. Too vivid in color, the interactions too harsh, specifics too bold. Descriptions perhaps too exact to be reality, statements and actions too extreme to be experienced. But you want to believe it and for a moment you do. Good fiction is hard to find and more complex to write.
Truth is difficult to determine. The whole truth rarely shown. But in each rant, each random thought put to paper, there is a direction that was shaped by real life. Somewhere in the story lives an idea or action that has or is occurring. The detail is too rich to be anything but truth. Feelings they say are fleeting but the impact they have is long lasting. Facts are colored by those feelings as well as the time between they day they happened and the day they are discussed. What one sees as facts the other may not recognize, truth is in that way subjective. Truth that is, or was, or perhaps will be.
Are these Fiction or Truths that I post? Yes.
Just because I can doesn't mean I will. Just because I shouldn't doesn't mean I won't.
If Life is what happens when you're making other plans, and rules are made to be broken; Then its all an adventure, and every turn in the road will lead to a different path.
Ever wonder if there's a parallel universe out there? That you made a different decision and a slightly different you is living with that result somewhere else? I'd like a moment to ask those other me's about the other answers. The ones I thought about and even the ones I never considered.Don't really believe the answers would impact this reality, just curious as to what other life i could be living elsewhere.
Is everything fated from the beginning or does every point of our existence create the next?
Heat. Almost melting the clothes containing.
Damp Heat, fast transferring from inside to outside
Stripped clean quickly
Heat. Held between my hands
Hard heat, blood pumping ever harder
Smooth slick and slightly wet
Heat. Hot breath against it
Tongue wraps around, deep within
Throat full with the throbbing
Heat, as tempo speeds up
First inside then outside, wet slick spit
Twitch then throb, thrust in deep
Heat. Past the tonsils
Sticky sweet cream filling
Soft sucking, licking clean
Heat.
I like to write stories. Not your everyday fiction (or at least mainstream everyday fiction) but about Sex. About Bondage. About taking and giving and fucking and coming. Clips wander through my mind at random moments, can't get them on paper fast enough. Unpolished, unfinished bits I may post at random. Have to set them free someplace. might as well be here as anywhere.
I went out on a limb, sent a sample of my thoughts and was encouraged to share more of them. Never expected the interest to grow, to entangle, to overtake. But I did, It did, and now I find myself expressing more thoughts than a page can bear. So my mind overruns and hence the blog begins. Or did the blog begin before, just now it's where others can see?
