Countdown

Sometimes, when I’m home and the only sounds I hear is the thumping of my heartbeat, I let my mind wander through the mist of my memories till I come across the photo album of us, images flood my brain of your body, your face.

I imagine your lips pressed against mine, fingers running softly down my spine. The way your eyes shine like a cats in the dark as you slip my bottoms from my waist. Your voice is my favorite melody, a symphony inside my brain as you whisper the words that sing to my soul.

My heart rate increases, thump, thump, thump, my panties are wet.

I find myself on the bed, the one you left a few nights ago, and begin to strip off my clothes.

My fingers become your proxies exploring my body, caressing my breasts then traveling to parted thighs.

My fingertips are slick with sex, I can imagine the scent of your skin. My hair cascades on the pillow as my hips rise upward, inviting me deeper inside.

I grab the wand that sits on my nightstand and place it on my clit. I bite my bottom lip. I am on a sinking ship, capsizing into the void.

I cum with your name on my lips, feel my legs begin to shake. Laying for a moment I release a sigh, satisfied for the moment I need to start the day.

The hours tick by and soon the day is done. Dressing for bed, I climb beneath my sheets, my mind wandering down the rabbit hole into dreams.

Tick tick….tick tick…the clock at the bedside is the metronome of my heart. My countdown has started, another day, perhaps two, and I’ll be back in your arms. Distance makes the heart grow fonder, especially when it knows what it wants.

I’m Home

She waits for him, sitting in the darkened room, her robe thrown open, the breeze from the open window caressing her goose marked skin. Her fingers slide down her body, a blind man reading Braille, seeking the words etched in her flesh.

Breathe in, breathe out. The smell of her sex invades her nose, she feels an aching throb between her legs as they part to welcome fingers traveling down, down, down…

She tilts her head back, hair spilling onto naked shoulders as her hips arch in response. Her fingers stop mid-air as she hears the key turn the lock, her heart begins to race…

“Honey” he says, “I’m home”….

Cherry

She is cute. Petite and blonde, young and vibrant. There is an innocence yet sexiness too her and as she dances I can’t look away.

Hers eyes meet mine and I smile. Motion to her to come over. She makes her way through the crowd a smile on her cherry red lips. I grab her by the hips as I whisper in her ear “Hello sexy. Care to dance?” She grabs my hand and leads me onto the floor. Our bodies begin to move in time to the music. We know there are people watching, we don’t care.

I lean in and take in the scent of her hair. It smells of vanilla and cigarettes and the scent turns me on. I grab her and pull her in close to me. My breasts pressed against hers. I feel her hand snake around to my ass, where it rests, a nice fit. She looks at me and I lean in and kiss her. Her lips are soft, her breathe tastes of the alcohol she has just sipped.

Her tongue meets mine and I feel my heart rate increase. I close my eyes and kiss her harder. Oblivious to the crowd we are drawing. I’m a little drunk and a lot uninhibited and I’m enjoying the moment. There is a cage in the corner. 8 foot tall and metal, we make our way towards it hand in hand. We climb the short steps and enter into it’s embrace.

I know from up here the people below can get a flash of my panties and it gives me a thrill. I push her up against the bars, my hair sliding into my face. I move it out of the way and have her hold it as I kiss her neck then her breasts through her tight cotton shirt. I get on my knees and take in her scent, her excitement at what I am doing to her in public, for the crowd to see.

We dance in time, our bodies grinding, our heat coming off our bodies in waves. We are sweaty and hot and completely alive. The song ends and I kiss her once more. Thank her for the dance and make my way back into the crowd and to the people I’ve arrived with. We leave soon after, I’ve never gotten her name.

It’s ok, tonight, in my fantasies, when I’m touching myself under my sheets, I will call her Cherry and think of the way her lips tasted as I bring myself to release.

Green Light

I’m going to put it as simply as I can. I want you. I desire you. I think of the taste of your lips, the touch of your hands. I imagine what you look like naked under your layers of clothes.
I want to run my lips across your chest, make my way down to your thighs. I want to taste your cock, hard and strong as my tongue works it’s way down the shaft.
Want is such a pure thing, so raw and primal and powerful. When I see you, it is so hard for me to resist. I behave because I have to but God knows I don’t want to.
I want to throw you down right where you stand, pull down your pants and ride you like a wild animal in heat.
I fantasize about you in the dark, when I’m all alone in my bed. My fingers finding their way under the sheets and inside my clothes.
You’ve woken something up inside me. A curiosity. A need.
The question is do you feel the same? Do you think of me? Want me? Desire me too?
I can be your doll, your perfect storm. The fantasy girl come to life. Say you want me back and give me the green light. Go ahead.
You’ve never met a woman like me. Put your fears aside and take a chance. I promise you won’t regret it.

Diary of a WebCam Girl

I walk in the door of my house and strip off my uniform. I am grimy and gross from a hard days work. I step into my shower, the heat from the water to washes away my tension and stress .

I don’t want to leave but it’s  almost 10 o’clock and my next job is about to start.

Wrapping myself in a thick cotton towel, I feel my nipples grow hard as the air hits them, while  goosebumps raise on my flesh. I oil my skin, the scent of Jasmine and Vanilla invading my nose. I rub the towel across my body then drop it on the floor.

Tonight’s performance goes deeper than I’ve yet to go and I’m determined to set the mood.

Looking through the makeup bag on my bathroom counter, I decide on ruby red. Carefully I paint my lips watching my mouth become vixen like as I apply my final touch. A slide of gold lip gloss completes my process and I step back to view my work. Bit by bit she’s coming alive. My alter ego, my Marcia Rose. I see her appear before the glass, makeup expertly applied, hair tossed and full of curl. She’s sexy, horny and eager to please.

I make my way to my bedroom, the place where the magic happens and look through my selections. I pick a black bra with red lace, the matching panties sitting next to them. Slowly, I dress, enjoying the experience of the silk on my flesh. Next come the thigh highs, the kind that require a garter. A silver chain adorns my belly, jingling as I walk. I go to my closet and select my heels, the stilletos tonight, the ones with the silver buckle in the front.

Dressed in my lingerie, I apply a dusting of scented powder, enjoying the scent that now radiates from my smooth and soft skin. They won’t experience this part but it helps me to set the mood and I enjoy it.

I light my candles, and turn my radio up. Slip into a red fluffy robe to hide the goodies underneath. I log into my account, and get myself ready for the show. My web cam starts up, the light from the camera shining in my eyes. One person logs in then two, then ten and more. It’s a packed “room” within 10 minutes and I’m ready to roll.

“Good evening everyone”  I say. “What’s your pleasure tonight?”

The requests pour in and so do the tips. “Turn around, show me your ass”, “Flash me your tits”, “Dance Marcia, dance.” “Skype with me beautiful” On and on it goes. I’m in a mood tonight, and they won’t leave disappointed.

It’s show time and I’m the star. Looks like tonight will be a good night. I lube up my dildo and get ready to perform. All the world’s a stage after all, and tonight, I’m gonna play my part.

Imagination

The music is turned up loud. A slow jazz song is blaring through the speakers, the trumpet and piano intermingle, and I allow the sounds to relax me as I close my eyes and lay back on my bed. The cotton sheets feel good on my skin, soft and inviting. My hands start at my face, my fingertips tracing the outline of my jaw, then my lips. I find myself biting my bottom lip as a sigh escapes. Down to my collar bone, I trace the dip there, imagining what it would feel like to have lips, eager and wet on that very spot. Further down to my breasts, my nipples reacting to being touched. My skin breaks out in goosebumps, as I cup my breasts, slowly massaging them and taking in the sensation.

I trace a line down my stomach, breathing in deeply and giving a soft sigh. I think of him, his body, hard and lean. His hands rough yet gentle. I imagine his hands are mine as they move further down, slowly tracing a circle between my thighs. The music is still playing and I lose myself in it’s sounds.

My mind wanders to a place, far away, where it is just he and I, as the rest of the world sleeps. We kiss, touch, fuck. We lose ourselves in the night, in each other, exploring and discovering new things along the way. He is hard, excited, as eager to take me as I am to be taken. I slip my fingers inside me, taking in the soft warmth of my body, my desire growing with every thrust. I am soft, silken, wet,. I arch my hips, inserting the vibrator that sits next to me. The feel of my hands and the toy take my further and further. I can feel the pressure building, a volcano ready to erupt. I imagine him biting my neck just as the wave begins. It starts at my toes and goes up to the top of my head. My hips move in rhythm, inviting the spasm and pleasure to take over and take me away.

I lay in my bed, a sheen of sweat on my forehead, a smile on my lips. I listen to the sound of the trumpet playing on the radio, and close my eyes once more. He may not be here today but he will one day soon. In the meantime, I have a great imagination and plenty of toys. A girl can keep herself entertained while she waits. Patience is a virtue after all.