Let’s Talk About Sex

We are a bottled-up soda can called society that is being shaken up. When the top is popped we burst. While we are inundated with sexual images, innuendos, and messages on virtually every form of media, as a general rule, sex is still taboo.

“Polite girls” don’t talk about it, “Gentlemen” never kiss and tell. We keep the issue wrapped under lock and key and in turn miss out.

So let’s talk. Let’s be honest.

Sex is an expression of the human condition. At our core, we are mammals, animals. We are meant to procreate. The difference between us and other species is that while they use it solely to propagate their species, we can give and receive vast amounts of pleasure from our experience.

Sex is a beautiful thing. It can be done on many levels and each time is a chance to try or discover something new. We can be rough; spanking, smacking, pounding each other into the bed. We can be tender; kissing, holding, slowly building up steam. We can be passionate; ripping each other’s clothes off, impatient children at Christmas waiting to play with their toys.

There are so many levels of sex. So many ways to explore another human being, to explore ourselves. Like sex, another thing we don’t dare name is the “M” word. Masturbation. It’s the “dirty” little thing we do in secret that we never discuss.

Studies have shown that even young children explore their bodies. Not because they are deriving sexual pleasure from it, that is a concept they have no awareness of, but simply because it feels good. We are creatures driven by the need to feel pleasure. Driven by the need to feel. Masturbation isn’t just a part of us, it is a necessary and vital way to get to know your own body and what you like and don’t.

Touching yourself, being in charge of your own pleasure, it’s empowering. It teaches you that you are in control of the physical sensations that often dominate your body. It teaches you what touch you appreciate, what touch you don’t like.

Yet, with that being said, it’s a topic that we don’t discuss openly, and when we do it is often tinged with shame or embarrassment because it’s ingrained in us that it’s not proper.

So here is what I say to the words “proper” “dirty” “shameful” “taboo”….FUCK IT! Be brave, be bold. Explore your body and explore your partners. Don’t be afraid to speak openly with one another about your needs and wants and desires. Share your fantasies and don’t have shame in them.

Own your sexuality and your body. Embrace that you are a glorious creature who gets one shot in this life. If you spend it existing instead of living you’re doing yourself a disservice.

Ever thought of sleeping with 2 men at once? 2 women? Try it. Ever thought of jerking off while your gf watches? Tell her. Ever thought of playing with a toy while you’re getting fucked? Why not? How about ass play, BDSM, oral sex, or exhibitionism? I can go on and on with this list of “Ever’s” but you get my point! There is seriously no limit to our imaginations when it comes to sex and we are each beautifully unique in our want.

The only person in control of your body is you. The only person in control of the pleasure you can give and receive is yourself. Embrace your sexuality. Embrace who you are meant to be. Become Ponce de Leon and go on a voyage of the body, creating a map of the places you like best.

Be brave my friends. Be bold. Stop letting society tell you who you are meant to be and start discovering it for yourself.

Talk to your partner, get the discussion going. You might surprise yourselves in what you find out. Life is a journey, travel it alone or with someone but travel it. Robert Frost said, “Don’t go where the path may lead, go instead where there is no path and leave a trail”.

Here is too blazing a new trail when it comes to topics like sex. We all want it, we all do it, until we start discussing it we may never know what packages have been waiting to be unwrapped that are collecting dust under our proverbial trees.

Happy Unwrapping!

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Candy Store

We push the button on the elevator. The doors slide open and we step inside. I don’t waste a second, pressing my body into yours. I kiss your lips then fall to my knees. We are on the top floor of the building and I only have a short amount of time.

I release your cock from it’s fabric prison, and place it my mouth. Your my favorite lollipop and I have an oral fixation.

Down we go in the elevator as down I go on you. I know the time is limited so I make the most of it. My tongue swirls down your shaft, my lips suckle on your balls.

Only a few more floors till we reach our destination. The elevator comes to a stop, I pick myself up and adjust my dress. You quickly place my toy back inside your pants and zipper your pants.

We stand there arm and arm as the doors slide open and people pour in. We walk hand in hand into the lobby, none the wiser for what we just did.

“There is a stairwell” I whisper in your ear as we reach the exit. The candy store is open for business and I feel like having another treat.

Unexpected

She walks through the door. I can’t help but notice her. Legs a mile high, skin as pale as winters snow. Her skirt clings in all the right places, especially on her derierre. 

Her heels are red and they match the color of her glistening lips. Her hair is dark brown and cascades down her back in waves. 

I am taken in and can’t look away. I’ve become charged and she is a magnet drawing me in. 

She glances my way and gives me a shy smile, then turns her gaze away. Unconsciously she plays with her hair, pulling it off to the side, exposing her creamy neck.

I wonder what her skin would taste like, I wonder how my teeth would feel sinking into her flesh. 

I stir my drink lost in thought when a tap on my shoulder brings me out of my reverie. 

“Hi” she says. Somehow she’s crossed the room and is suddenly standing there, right next to me. I catch a whif of her skin, it smells of vanilla, lavender and something more.

“Hi back”, I reply, finding myself at a loss for words. 

She smiles and her entire face lights up, her eyes, green I notice, come alive and I’m taken by the crinkle that appears on her nose. 

“I’m Samantha” she says. “I’m Mark,” I reply, extending my hand towards the perfectly manicured one that awaits it. 

“Mind if I sit?” She asks. “Of course not.” I say. “Please, join me.”

She tells me she’s knew in town, only just arrived. She’s taken a job downtown and doesn’t know anyone in the area outside of her cousin. 

This bar was recommended as a place to visit and so she took a chance and gave it a try. We begin to converse and I find that she is as smart as she is stunning.

The evening flies and conversation flows between us. I am trying hard to stay focused but every time she shifts in her chair her skirt hikes a little higher and and my eyes disobey my command to stay put.

I try to refocus my energy, keep my eyes on her face. A Boticelli come to life, it seems that no matter where I glance, the result is the same. 

I have become a painter and found my muse. I want to see the canvas beneath the tarp of her clothing. 

She seems to be on a similar wave length. Her hand has made its way to my thigh under the chair, long, thin fingers graze against my inner thigh.

“I know this might be forward, but I find you really attractive. I’m lonely, a bit drunk and a lot turned on. Would you like to get out of here?” 

My cock stiffens at her words. I grab those delicate little fingers of hers and place them on my lap, showing her my response. I am rock hard and need to get her out of here now.

I quickly pay our tab and place her hand in mine. We walk out to my car and I open the door. She slides inside, crosses those legs and leans her head against my leather seat. 

My mind is racing as I lean over the seat to kiss those ruby red lips. Expect the unexpected they say…I think from now on I just might.

Thunderclap

Thunder and lightening clap in the distance. A storm is rolling in. The air is electrified, the scent of rain invades my nose. We sit on the wooden picnic bench, alone in the darkness, completely in sync. He reaches out and touches my face, a jolt goes through my toes.

I am naked under his shirt, the feel of the wood rough underneath my legs. The contrast of his touch and the bench beneath me is striking and my flesh breaks out in goosebumps. I feel my desire growing, it is an ache, a physical need. I lean in to kiss him and revel in the taste of his lips.

Suddenly I am in his lap, my legs wrapping tightly around his waist. I feel his erection growing, feel myself responding in kind. I want him. Need him. Desire him like none before. He picks me up and puts me on the bench, stands in front of me and removes his shorts. He stands there, in the dark, glorious in his nakedness, primed and ready for my body to meld with his.

I slide my ass off the bench, drawing him close with my legs. He enters me and I a moan in response. My heart racing, my hands gripping the wood beneath me tight. 

Lightening cracks once more, our shadows lighting up the night. The rain begins to fall, softly at first, then in great pouring sheets. We are drenched, inside and out. Our bodies performing a sacred dance of lust and carnal desire. We are one with the animals, giving in to need.
My arms grip his waist and I cum, releasing the tension built inside me. There are splinters in my skin and bruises on my legs. I will wake in the morning to discover his finger prints in my flesh where he has gripped me tight. For now though I am spent, content, gloriously awake and alive.

We walk hand in hand back into the house, leaving our rendezvous in the dark in the woods. Our sleeping neighbors non the wiser, our hearts fuller from the memory now stored within. We head to our bed, wrap ourselves under the sheets. The rain hits the roof above us and as I fall asleep, I realize, the thunder above matches the thunderclap in my soul.

Heaven on Earth

There is a special place in the woods. It is our secret getaway from the world, my private slice of Heaven on Earth. Nestled inside a forest, sits a tiny camper. It is surrounded by trees and the chorus of the animals that call it home. Every week we hop in the car. We put the windows down and make the long drive to our oasis.

He holds my hand tightly in his as the wind streams through the windows. The music streams from the speakers, surrounding us in lyrics that resonate inside our souls. We laugh, and talk and take in the moment. It is a special time, this drive into heaven that we faithfully make.

We arrive at the camper, crickets and frogs greet us in response. The trees are dense and thick. They are majestic in their glory and I feel connected to the Earth and the scents of pine and grass. We park the car and I can feel my anticipation growing. I want to run from the car and into the warm embrace of his arms and his kiss.

I am patient, knowing that good things come to those who wait and this night, like the ones before it, are worth taking my time.

He places the key in the lock and we walk inside. We place our belongings on the teeny kitchen table and I send him to the back. I shut the partition that divides the spaces and dress for his surprise. I quickly undress, taking a deep breathe as the air hits my skin from the vent above. I put on my black bra, the one with red lace. Slide my black panties up my waist. I remove my ponytail and allow my hair to fall down my back and on my waist. He loves my long hair and tonight I aim to make him smile.

I place the black satin 6 in heels on my perfectly manicured feet. I walk slowly towards the door and slide it open, enjoying the look of surprise and arousal on his face putting a smile on mine. He grabs me, pulls me in close. Kisses me with abandon. He pulls me out in front him, soaking me in with his eyes. Once more he draws me close, placing me on his lap. I am an addict and he is my drug. I can’t get enough of his hands on my body, his lips on my face. On your knees he says and I willingly comply. I place his cock inside my mouth, a child with a lollipop, her favorite flavor to enjoy. My hands surround his shaft, working him in a thousand different way, the sounds from his mouth telling me I’m doing it right.

He lifts me off my knees, and places me on the bed. It’s a give and take kind of world and it’s my turn to receive. He removes my panties, bringing them down to my thighs. My hips raise in response, ready to receive his mouth. My legs close around his head and I hold onto the bed tight. I can feel it building, my need for release. When I can hardly stand it he moves his head back up my stomach, placing his tongue on mine. I can taste myself on his lips, smell my excitement on his skin.

He turns me around and places me on my knees, entering me from behind. I want to scream, I want to shout. It feels so fucking good and I feel it as a current from my head to my toes. My hips thrust and buck, a wild bronco in need of taming and he’s the cowboy with the rope.

I cum, over and over again. My legs shake in response, my breathe catches in my throat. I fall onto my stomach,a smile pasted on my lips. The nights not over, it’s only just begun. I love this place, our secret getaway from the world. It is our spot to explore and discover one another, our spot to just be. Heaven on Earth I think as I drift into a relaxed state of bliss. Heaven on Earth and with him, I’m discovering my wings.

Free

The ties are made of satin and black as midnight.

He grabs me by the wrists and lifts my arms above my head.

He ties the  first knot then the second securing my arms to the headboard.

He places the blindfold over my eyes and I am suddenly helpless, at his mercy and whim.

I feel my skin erupt with goosebumps, the soft spot between my legs turn wet with anticipation.

I cannot move, bound to my bed; only feel and react.

His lips start at my neck, his tongue flickering in and out. He is the snake and I am the mouse ready to be consumed.

Slowly, deliberately his mouth moves down my body. Stopping to explore and suckle the sensitive spots on it.

A kiss on my collar bone, a bite on my shoulder. He takes his time, letting my excitement build.

Strong hands come next, stroking and touching me.

I arch my back and spread my thighs. I know he will make his way to where I want him to be.

His breathe is warm and inviting as he blows on my nipples, taking my breasts into his mouth, and my nipples grow hard in response.

A moan escapes my throat. I’m in Heaven and this is bliss.

Giving up and giving in. No thought, only sensation. No worries, only pleasure.

He is an explorer, my body the map. The treasure buried just below my navel, and he is making his way to the X.

His fingers slide inside me, and my hips raise in response. “Now”, I tell him. “Please. Now.” He removes his fingers and replaces it with his cock. I gasp in reaction.

I am a vessel of need, want, desire and he is filling me up.

My legs wrap around his waist and we me move in sync. I am blind and bound yet completly aware.

He guides this ship taking body out of the churning storm and into calmer seas.

We cum together, wave after wave of delight flowing through each of us.

He unbinds my hands and my arms encircle his back. My fingers reach up to stoke his face.

Giving up isn’t always giving in. Sometimes it’s about letting go and when I do, I am free.

Into the Woods

The road is dark and winding, full of curves. Its a full moon out tonight and and the sky is illuminated with stars. My hand is held tightly in his and the wind from the open window caresses my face. My hair blows into my eyes and I find myself smiling as I remove it from my face. It is a good night, a perfect night and will only get better.

We drive in happy silence, not needing words, allowing the energy that flows between us to do the speaking. After some time we arrive. A tiny little slice of Heaven in the middle of nowhere. A chorus of crickets, frogs and other creatures greets us as we open the doors and walk into the night.

He grabs me by the waist, lifting me in his strong arms to kiss my lips. Electricity shoots down into my toes and I feel beautiful, sexy, completely and fully alive. We walk into the camper, our need growing with each touch. The bed, tucked inside an alcove is our oasis. A place to play and explore. I cannot get enough of him. I feel obsessed. I crave his touch, his kiss. Want his fingers on me and in me. My nipples grow taut from his touch, my legs feel weak.

This isn’t the same as the others. It’s raw, primal, a visceral connection of the body and mind. We are animals in heat, mating to the music made by our naked bodies. Satiated for the moment, we collapse on the bed, our hands continuing to stroke and explore, relaxed and happy, a tangle of limbs and lips.

We make our way outside into to cool night air, goosebumps raising on my flesh as it hits my skin. There is a perfection in the silence, a stillness in the night. We gather some blankets and lay them on the grass. I want him again, need him. It grows inside me, a tidal wave overflowing the banks of my mind. We remove our shirts, naked in both body and soul. Vulnerable, painfully aware, he enters my body once more. My hands are nowhere, everywhere; my mouth takes in his skin, my nose his scent. All around me I hear the sounds of the woodland creatures and I feel connected to my body and the Earth beneath it.

I cum over and over again, the orgasm of the body, mind an soul. Satisfied, content, at peace, I lay in his arms in the middle of the woods in the middle of nowhere and think there is no other place in that moment I would rather be.

Lovers and Friends

He walks through the door and I immediately fall into his arms. My legs wrap around his waist as he lifts me up to kiss me.

There is a current between us. One that runs deep. I feel it when he touches my hand, kisses my neck and lips.

We speak no words as he leads me into my room. We have been waiting all day and there is an unspoken need for release.

He undresses me, starting with my shirt and black bra, frees my breasts, welcoming them with his tongue. I lean back on the bed, watching his eyes as his hands reach for the button on my jeans. He slips them off slowly, his eyes never leaving mine.

I feel goosebumps raise on my flesh as the air hits my naked skin. I lift my hips, allowing him to take my jeans and toss them on the floor. My panties have become wet with the anticipation of what’s to come.

He leaves them on as his kisses my bare stomach, trailing his way towards the spot I like his lips best. He teases me over the silk, slipping his fingers under them and inside me. The build up is exciting and painful as I throb from desire. This is his favorite part. Where I’m squirming on the bed, moans escaping from my throat. I want him, need him, desire him like no other.

I close my eyes and breathe deep as I feel him slide my panties down my legs, his lips replacing his hand. My thighs grasp his head as I feel his breathe warm and eager on my skin. I come undone my hips arching and moving in sync with his mouth. My hands grasp his ears and my legs begin to shake. When I feel I can take it no longer, he is on top of me, inside of me, his cock thrusting deeply and hard.

I become the snake, coiling my legs around his waist in an anaconda’s embrace. My fingernails are talons eager to seek out his flesh and feel it underneath.

He sits up, changing our position, a man-child with his favorite doll, placing her on his lap. I press my body into his, wrapping my arms around him, our bodies turning into one primal and harmonious beast.

Our lips meet, I taste myself on his tongue, my kisses growing more intense, my passion growing with each thrust. We move in sync, pushing each other towards the edge, knowing we are about to fall. I feel myself cumming, a helpless voyager lost at sea as wave after wave of pleasure courses through my body. I spasm with release, feeling weak, spent, utterly content.

Moments later he joins me, his fingers digging into my back as he whispers my name over and over in my ear. We fall back onto the bed, a tangle of limbs. Naked and content I lay my head on his shoulder, my leg over his waist.

A nap and a meal is in order before we begin again. I will be bruised and sore in the morning but it is part of the price I pay for these moments of intensity and pleasure. We are two who unite to become one, a single, perfect union of flesh and body, desire and want. Friends and lovers, lovers and friends; it is a combination that I truly like.

Body Talk

He walks in through the door. I know that look in his eyes. I shut it behind him and take him straight to my room. We don’t speak. We are past the point of needing to fill the silence with pointless babble. 

I point to my bed and he sits on the edge. I straddle his lap, allowing him to feel my bare ass underneath my dress. 

My lips find his and I kiss him passionately. His hands find the zipper on the back of my dress, and it falls off my shoulders exposing my small breasts. 

My fingers run across his cheek, then his ear. I can feel a thousand small pricks of electricity run through them as I touch his flesh. 

My need is growing stronger by the second and his erection under his jeans presses into my thigh. 

I grab his shirt and remove it, push him down onto my bed. With feverish fingers I undo his belt, unzip his jeans and pull them down. 

He is naked, beautiful, hard as a rock and all mine. Quickly I remove my dress and resume my spot above his hips. I place his cock in my mouth savoring the way it tastes. My fingers grasp his balls, cupping them in my hand as my other hand grips his shaft. 

He lets out a moan, and sighs with pleasure. The first sound he’s made since his arrival, the only sound I need to hear. 

I release him from my mouth and climb onto his lap. I gasp as I slide down his cock, feeling him inside me. My hips thrust back and forth, my body dancing a lovers rhythm. My fingernails scrape against his chest and I throw my head back, enjoying the sensation of my hair as it touches my ass.

His hands grab me by the waist and he pulls me down on top of him. His teeth sinking into the soft part of my neck. I feel myself cumming, my legs growing weak as my body begins to shake. 

He joins me moments later, his hips thrusting a final time as he cums deep inside me. 

We lay there for a moment, catching out breathe and holding each other close. After awhile he sits up, kisses me on my cheek. He dresses and walks to my front door.

I place a kiss on his lips and whisper goodbye in his ear. I close the door behind him with a smile on my face. 

Words aren’t necessary when you let your bodies to the talking.

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.

She Beast

It’s starting again. That restless itch. I can feel it, deep down inside of me, waking up and bubbling to the surface of my thoughts. When I start to feel this way, I know it’s inevitable that I will need to act. I fight it over and over but I always give in. I’m a she-beast, hidden underneath a veil of propriety and conservative looks. When the lock on my cage finally breaks, I have no choice but to let her out.

I can feel her now, pushing at the bars I’ve contained her in. Hear her begging to be released. She wants to invade my body and my mind, throw my inhibitions out the window and force me to experience my sexuality in it’s raw and true form. Reluctantly I get dressed. We’ve been through this many times before. A short black skirt, white cotton panties underneath, my legs, smooth and shaven, adorned by a pair of heels. A white top with my white cotton push up bra, the very picture of innocence and sex. My hair is thrown high in a messy ponytail, my makeup minimal. I know how to do this and I know how it works. We will pick one together, and see where the night takes us.

I make my way into the bar, it is crowded and dimly lit. There is a haze of smoke that fills the air, and if you stop and seek it out, you can smell desire as it circles and surrounds the men and women standing silently in their corners, waiting to be seen and wanted.

“That one” she whispers, “That one right there”, my eyes scan the room, stopping on the dark Adonis in the back. A shiver of excitement pulses through me, as our eyes meet. Perhaps, I too, give off the scent of want and need for it’s almost as if he smells her, that primal part of me, the one that is even now beckoning him to make his way toward me.

“Hi” he says. “Hello” I say back, a voice my own but not, telling him all the things I know he is waiting to hear. I am seducing him with my words, drawing him further and further into my web. The rational part of me, the one normally in control, suddenly freezes and begins to panic. “What are you doing? We can’t, you can’t!” it says. The wild one, the one I normally try to keep contained; she is louder, more forceful and at the moment, completely in control.

I silence my doubts as my hand touches his chest. A tilt of my head and a coy smile on my lips, oh yes, he’s getting the message. He grabs my hand, so pale and delicate and places it in his own. I follow willingly down through the crowd, waiting to see where we end up.

There is a small utility closet, hidden in the shadows next to the bathrooms. He leads me into the dark, tight space, and shut the door behind us. It smells of cigarettes and booze, an odd yet somehow comforting smell considering what we are going to do.

He grabs me by my waist, my skirt hiking up above thighs. Grabbing one leg then the other, he wraps me around him, snaking my legs across his hips, his hands cupping my ass. He kisses me, softly at first then rough, his need and desire growing with my own. His tongue becomes an extension of his fingers, exploring me, tasting me as he moves down my skin. I can feel him, hard and erect, his cock is huge and I want every fucking inch.

He moves my panties aside, already soaked with desire and anticipation, and pushes me down onto him. I gasp as he enters me. I am tiny, a mere 98 pounds, he is muscular, buff and larger than life. I can feel him filling my body and sending waves of pleasure into my toes.

My back is up against the wall and I grab him with my thighs, holding on, allowing him to steer the ship. Suddenly, my legs are being unwrapped and I am forcefully turned around. He takes me from behind, his teeth sinking into the sensitive part of my neck. I let out a moan, I can’t help myself. It feels so good, so right. Harder, faster, he pushes himself inside me, my face smashed against the concrete wall. I will have a bruise on my cheek in the morning when I awake but for the moment I don’t care.

I feel myself cumming, wave after wave of pleasure pulsing through my body. His wraps his strong arm around my waist, yanks my hair back with the other. He’s close, I can feel it and arch my back into him, moving my hips in sync with him, guiding him to his own release.

His body relaxes, his head bows and he gently kisses the back of my neck. “My God” he says. “I don’t even know your name”. “Nor will you” I say, bending down to adjust my skirt and brush the dirt from the wall off my legs. “Thank you” I tell him, kissing him softly on the lips.

I leave him there, in the dusty closet of the bar, a confused yet satisfied look on his face. Walking away I can almost feel her yawning, that she-beast of mine. She’s satisfied for now. Tired and happy, content from the hunt. I know she will awaken again soon, lately her slumbers have been shorter and shorter. Until then though, I can wait. For she and I are the same, and while you can cage something wild, you can’t tame it, no matter how hard you try.

Let’s Go to the Movies

The theater is dark. Everyone is engrossed in the movie, their attention on the screen.

He puts his hand on my thigh, goosebumps break out on my skin. Without saying a word he slides his fingers under my skirt.

I’ve followed his orders and left my panties at home. Our eyes never leave the scene in front of us, no use drawing attention when it isn’t wanted.

This a new movie theater, the kind with the large seats, plenty of room for snuggling with a date. My coat slides over my legs as his fingers slide inside me.

I bite my bottom lip trying to keep my face as neutral as possible while waves of pleasure invade my brain.

Silent as a mouse I slide into his lap. His hard cock ready and waiting. I slip onto him, and take a deep breath.

Slowly, silently I rock my hips, all the while trying to keep the moan that wants to escape locked inside.

I almost lose it when he bites my neck. That soft, sensitive spot that gets me every time. My fingers dig into his jeans, gripping the strong thighs hidden inside.

He rocks his hips in time with mine. As the woman on the screen releases herself to her man, I find myself doing the same. My hair covering my eyes that are wild and cheeks that are flushed.

I climb off his lap, place his now satisfied and spent cock back inside his jeans. I kiss his cheek and place my head on his shoulder.

“Pass the popcorn” I tell him. “I’ve suddenly worked up an appetite…”

Waking Up

Waking

My glass of wine sits half empty on the table, next to the book I tried reading but have made little progress on. I am trying not to watch the clock, failing miserably in the effort. Its two hours past the time he was supposed to arrive. Two long hours of waiting, wishing, willing him to walk through the door. How was I to know a chance meeting at a coffee shop would change my world? How could I have known that I would be woken up, after what felt like a lifetime of slumber?

I bumped into him on my way out the door. Tall and dark, he was bundled up in a sweater and scarf, protecting himself from the snow as he walked inside. Our eyes met. It was quick but I swear I felt electricity shoot between us in that single glance.

“Excuse me”, I said. “I didn’t see you”
“Not a problem” he said, as he flashed a brilliant white smile.

I felt a pang of disappointment that I was leaving as he was coming in. I scanned my mind for any valid excuse I could use to stay but found none. Serendipitously my wallet fell from my bag as I left. Being scattered on a good day, I didn’t notice until I reached my car and began to dig around for it.

Hurriedly I placed my items in my car and went back inside. There he was, sitting at a table, all alone, my wallet casually placed in front of him, as if he knew I would be coming right back.

“You found it” I said, “Thanks”. I felt my cheeks get warm as my fingers brushed his. “My name is Sara” I blurted, still uncertain why I felt the need to introduce myself but nonetheless, there is was. “Kurt” he said, and flashed that smile once more. “If your not in a hurry, would you care to join me?”

Now even though I had just bought a coffee (that was currently getting cold in my car as I stood there mentally undressing him with my eyes), I found myself saying yes and standing in line to purchase the same drink! We began to chat, hours passed by in seconds and the shop was ready to close. A quick hug between us brought another electric jolt and a wetness between my thighs. I left smiling like a school girl with her first crush, still unsure of how this had happened to a girl like me.

The plain janes, the weird, quirky ones; we didn’t bump into hot, random men at coffee shops. I still wasn’t 100% sure that it wasn’t a dream. A single text, Can’t stop thinking about today, brought it all into focus. It wasn’t a dream, this was real and it was happening to me.

I’m not ashamed to admit I did a little happy dance in my living room, all alone (the dogs don’t really count do they?) and decided that maybe for once, lady luck was smiling on me instead of trying to piss on my shoes.

Now here it is a few months later, things have been better than good, they’ve been incredible and I am once again pacing my living room, wondering if perhaps the shoe has finally dropped and my fairy tale has come to an end. I am awake, fully, beautifully, gloriously awake for the first time in my life. I am terrified it will end and I’ll be forced back into the dull and lifeless.

Just as I’ve worked myself up into a proper frenzy, the jingle of my doorbell brings me back. I look out the window and see him standing there. Rubbing his hands to ward off the cold, pulling his scarf tighter around his neck. A single rose is tucked in his waist band, peach, not red.

I open the door and grab him by the lapels. I don’t care why he was late, don’t even want to ask. Right now, this very moment, I have a need to satisfy and he is there just in time. I pull him inside and throw him onto my couch. My fingers find the buttons of his coat, removing it from his body, then his shirt. My mouth finds his skin and suckles on his neck. I inhale the scent of him, the slight undertone of cologne mixed with maleness and find my desire growing by the second.

His shirt comes off, then his pants. He sits there naked, hard, gloriously muscular and fit. My hands run down his chest, feeling the tautness of his skin, sliding down his thighs and onto his cock. I am on my knees, between his thighs, taking him into my mouth. He begins to pull at my clothes but I raise my hand to make him stop.

He made me wait, now it’s his turn. He throws his head back and a moan escapes his lips as my tongue finds the head of cock, sucking on it like a greedy child with a lollipop.

I stand, licking my lips as the taste of him is on my tongue. Staring him in the eyes, I slowly, delicately remove my top. My skin breaks out in goosebumps as the air hits my skin. My nipples grown firm and hard. Once again he reaches for me, once again I move back. It’s part of the seduction, the game.

One of the many things we found we had in common. We both like to please. We both like to tease. Sex can be an art, a brilliant, masterful production between two conductors when you play your bodies right.

Slowly, so slowly, I slip off my pants, standing only in my black panties made of the thinnest silk. I straddle him on the couch, bringing his mouth to my breasts, as I grind into his erect cock, the silk the only barrier between what I want to give him and what he wants to receive.

My hips move forward and backward, side to side. I can almost orgasm just from the friction of this movement against my clit, but patience is a virtue and I am looking forward to what comes next. I bite my bottom lip as a sound of pleasure escapes from my mouth when suddenly I am mid-air, finding myself on my back. My wrists, tiny and bird-like are pinned in one of his hands and placed over my head, as he uses his other hand to explore what he wants to take.

I arch my back, giving him deeper access inside me, feeling myself growing wet with desire with every thrust of his fingers. “Now” I tell him. “Now”, I beg. As I feel my panties slipped down my legs and suddenly he is on me and in me and the world melts completely away.

Our bodies sync up and our movements become fluid, water moving to its own undercurrent. He pins my arms down as he bites my neck, kisses my lips. I am lost. Lost in my desire and need. I am drowning in want and it feels so fucking good.

He releases my hands and they immediately go around his back. My fingers digging into his skin. I hold him as tight as I can, wrapping my legs around his waist. This moment, this movement, it’s heaven, its hell. Ecstasy and wrapped up into one and I want it to last as long as it can.

I feel myself climbing, higher and higher, the pressure building inside me, till I am certain I will burst. My finger nails dig into his back as I whisper in his ear “I want you to cum inside me. I need you to cum in me now”…all too happy to comply he thrusts deeper, harder, till he is as spent as I.

We lay there on the sofa, a tangled mess of arms and legs and sweat. The only sounds are the crackling of the fireplace and our breath as it comes back down. There will be time, time later to find out what happened; why he was late. For now, for tonight; as I run my finger across his cheek and kiss his lips, the only though through my head as I drift off to sleep is that I am finally, truly awake and I never want to go back to anything else.

Homecoming

Homecoming

The plane touches down. It seems we taxi on the runway forever. My patience is wearing thin and I am ready to go. He’s waiting, just outside that gate. I can almost feel his presence and I silently will time to speed up so I can be in his arms once more.

Finally, after what seems like forever, the doors open and we make our leave. I want to push people out of my way but instead, polite girl that I am, I take my place in line and dutifully shuffle out the door.

As I make my way towards the baggage claim, I spot him, beautiful, strong, and mine. My feet take over and I begin to run, finding myself in his arms, kissing in the middle of the airport, oblivious to the stares that are coming our way.

I have felt incomplete, partial, all these months. As if my puzzle was missing a piece. There, in his arms, with his lips on mine; my piece is reconnected and I am whole.

We make the drive to his apartment, his fingers never leaving mine. The chemistry between is so strong, you can feel it in the air. There are jolts moving from his hand to mine. My body is responding like it never has with another. I feel alive, electric, like the most desired woman in the world.

We enter the apartment and in seconds are on one another. Mouths and fingers and legs, all intertwining to become one. He walks with my wrapped around his waist to the sofa where he sits down, me straddling his waist. He kisses my neck and a shiver runs down my spine.

His hands, so strong and large are suddenly on my dress. No patience for removing it, he rips it in half, casually tossing the pieces aside as the air hits my now naked breasts. Next come my panties, ripped off my sides. I am naked, wet, ready to feel him inside me.

He pushes me down, onto the couch, removing his shorts. He stands there above me, naked and hard. His muscles tense, his cock at attention. God how I want him. Need him. Desire him. It’s all I’ve thought of these long months apart. His touch, his kiss, the way he would feel moving against me and in me.

My knees spread, and his fingers explore me, as he kisses my stomach and moves lower. I grab his head and hold his ears, his mouth is the player and I am his violin. His tongue explores my inner recesses, as I moan in pleasure. “Please” I beg him. “Please, now. I need you, I need you right now.”

I close my eyes to receive his kiss, the taste of me still on his lips. He enters me and my legs are around him, holding on tight. Pleasure comes in waves, from my head to my toes and back again. Our bodies are moving in unison, two people who are connected body, mind and soul. We move as one, he on top, then me. It is a seamless dance, one that we have done from lifetime to lifetime and now perform again.

He sits up, bringing me with him, my breasts pressed into his chest, his hands on my ass as he guides my hips. My toes curls as the spasms start. I yell his name out loud. This moment, this man; it is bliss. Sheer, beautiful bliss.

I whisper in his ear “Cum inside me. Please. Please cum inside me. I want to feel you let go.” He looks me in the eyes as he finds release, our bodies collapsing in a heap on the sofa, exhausted and covered in sweat.

There is no place like home I think, and in that moment, it has never been more true.

If You Only Knew

If You Only knew

It was so innocent, so normal really. A chance meeting and a spark. A tiny glimmer of recognition that somehow, someway, we had met before. I felt it when you touched my hand, this jolt that went straight into the bottom of my feet. There was instant recognition in my body, a primal urge to have you and take you where you sat.

I’m sure you noticed me watching you through the corner of my eyes. I couldn’t help myself. Although I was there with someone else, I could not take my gaze off your face, that face that felt so familiar yet was so strange. Oh the thoughts that ran through my head. I’m sure at some point that night I blushed, more than once. After all, here I am, a married woman, a good woman who never does wrong, yet in my head I think I fucked you that night a half a dozen times.

I wondered what your lips would taste like, what your skin would smell like in the heat of passion. You sat there so pleasantly eating the chips that our hostess provided, while I, well I, was mentally undressing you with my eyes, imaging the muscle that lay under your shirt. Imagining what delight might await me if I unzipped those jeans that clung to your thighs. I wondered what your cock felt like, if it would be rigid and strong as it moved inside me. Would I scream out when I came or bite my lip and hold on tight?

I grew wet with excitement, sitting there at that table; making polite conversation about nothing, while my mind had you bending me over the chair and fucking me from behind. The blood began rushing between my legs, and I could feel my panties becoming moist. I asked you to pass the dip as I was imagining be rammed hard against a wall, my legs wrapped around your waist like a snake squeezing her prey.

The night ended and we had to say our goodbyes. I left with him and you left with her and when I got home that night, I fucked him silly all the while imagining your face.

If only you knew the thoughts that went on in my mind…..if only….

Bound

I hand you the rope with a gleam in my eyes.

You know what to do, we’ve played this game before.

I present my hands and stand perfectly still, feel my panties get wet. I lock on your eyes as you bind my wrists, while I bite my bottom lip.

It is so hard to wait, to stand statue still, when I get no relief from my thoughts. I want you. On me and in me, to kiss and taste you, be claimed by your cock.

You blindfold me next, that satiny smoothness so cool against my face. Now bound and as helpless as a kitten, I let you lead me to the room, where you command me onto the bed.

Your hands, rough and calloused, send currents through my skin. You untie my robe and expose my body, the cool air raising goosebumps everywhere. I want to cry out, I want to beg you to begin, but I know the rules of the game too. Inside I call your name, while I remain perfectly still letting you have your claim.

My fingers flex and close, desperate to dig into your back, needing to caress your face, run themselves through your hair. It is a torture both painful and sweet, where I must give in to your desires as you have your way with me.

Without warning you are in me, and my body moves in sync with yours. The game abandoned a moan escape my lips, my hips arch towards yours. I feel like a lioness, wild and untamed.

I wrap my legs around your waist, squeezing you with my thighs, tighter and tighter as the first orgasm crashes into me. You take me to the edge then off the cliff over and over till you finally decide to make the leap.

You rest your head on my shoulder, then lean in and kiss my lips, slowly untying my hands. The reach out reflexively to touch your face as the blindfold is removed. I stare into your eyes and tell you everything I need to inside my kiss.

We lay in silence, nature’s symphony outside our window lulling us to sleep. What wicked games the two of us play when the world is fast asleep.

I wrap my arms and legs around your body and find my heart and body content, no longer bound by ropes but trust, I drift into the land of dreams and sleep.

The Club

The Club

I spot you across the room and for just a second your eyes meet mine. Slowly I make my way toward you. The music changes and the rhythm flows through me, my hips swaying to the beat.

I don’t say a word, just silently grab your hand and bring you out onto the floor where we move from left to right, our hips closing the gap and touching tight.

Looking you in the eyes and then lick my lips. “Do you want to touch me?” I ask. Smiling when the nod of your head says what your lips do not. “Then come with me.” I say. “I’m in the mood to play.”

I lead towards the back of the room. A small, dark corner of the bar where we can be alone. I sit you on the chair, pushing your back against the worn leather, my hands grazing your chest as the trail down to your thighs.

Straddling you, my skirt rises over legs, giving you a peak of my white cotton panties that are soaked with my desire. I grab your hand and put your fingers inside my skirt, letting you feel the effect you are having on me.

Your erection, now rock hard, brushes my leg and I’m eager to see what you feel like. Quickly I unzip your jeans, releasing you from your denim cage, your cock beautiful and solid in my hand.

I push my panties aside and place you inside me, my hips moving to the beat of the music, my hand on your mouth to keep you quiet.

I bend down and bite your neck, the taste of your flesh between my teeth, my orgasm building to a peak. Faster, harder, back and forth, my hair falls into your eyes, I grip your shoulders tight as I find sweet release. Seconds later with a final thrust of my hips, you join me, spent and sweating, a smile on your face.

I stand up and adjust my clothing, reapply my lipstick and kiss your cheek. I do not know your name, nor you mine yet somehow, I have a feeling, it a night neither of us will soon forget.

Midnight

It’s midnight. The window is open and the breeze caresses my face. The scent of rain mingles with the honeysuckle and drifts inside. My music is on and I find my body swaying to the beat. A song comes on, the one that reminds me of you. Slow and rhythmic I find myself taken back, awash in memory of our night together. Our last time.

In the dark, under the soft cotton of my sheets, I remember how you felt, how you taste. Remember the way your cock felt in my mouth, my tongue circling around it, taking in every inch of you. I think of you naked on top of me, inside of me. Taking control and owning what is yours. Letting go and giving in. The ultimate vulnerability, the ultimate turn on.

As my mind wanders my fingers become an instrument, ready to play. My hands are your hands exploring my body from head to toe. Running down my neck, finding my breasts. The feel of your lips on my nipples as they stood erect, responding to your touch. Your lips on my back, your breath, hot; wanting.

Further and further down till my fingers, your fingers are deep inside me. Moving slowly, deeper, faster. My hips arch wanting more, wanting to feel every inch. My thumb finds my clit and circles it, sending electric shocks down my legs. I crave more, need more. Can’t get enough. I’m wet, slick like silk, open and inviting, wanting you so bad in this moment it’s painful. I go back to the movie in my mind, the sound of the music, the feel of your body in mind. My breath comes quicker, my hands move faster. I tilt my head back and feel my hair grazing my ass, the wind coming through my window giving me goosebumps.

A moan escapes from my lips. Through the veil of my closed eyes I imagine your face. See your eyes. I look into them as I cum. Letting you see my desire, see my want. In the dark, in the night, when I am alone and missing you, I see your face, whisper your name. Finally, with shaky legs and sweat beading on my skin, I fall back into my sheets. The scent of the rain in the air, a smile on my lips as I drift off dreaming of you and the next time we meet.