I want to rub my body all over his, I thought, the minute I saw him standing in the entrance to the cafe. He was a huge man, about six foot, maybe 200 pounds, with a deep golden tan and an unruly sun bleached hair.
Startled and flushed, I buried my head behind a newspaper, dismayed that at the age of thirty eight I could still cream in my pants at the mere sight of a total stranger. Besides, I'd spent four hours fucking the previous night-wasn't it enough?
Slowly I lowered the paper, and was surprised to find him staring at me. I blushed and lowered my eyes. Now, how had he managed to zero in on me? I had done nothing overt-yet an invisible thread of electricity crackled and joined us through a roomful of people. Some kind of indefinable chemistry was at work, the mysterious doings of a mysterious universe.
I turned to the astrology page and read my horoscope. "A new relationship will prove to be a challenge in your already complex life."
Beads of perspiration broke out on my forhead. I heard the scrape of a chair, and felt the stranger's powerful presence beside me before I even looked up to see his oceanic blue eyes boring into me. "Do you live around here?" he asked.
Not too far I said, finally meeting his gaze. Looking into those eyes, I became awash in a sea of desire. Pheromones fairly poured off his body, making my nerve endings tingle and my fingertips ache with the need to touch him.
He ordered a piece of cake, which he pretty much inhaled in one fell swoop. He made small talk, the substance of which evaded me as I studied his hands, imagining them on my breast, I wished I were the piece of cake in his hungry mouth.
"So," he said quite suddenly, "What do you want to do with me?" A fiery blush spread up my neck and face "you know what I want to do with you" I wispered.
"It's ok" he said. "Come on, let's get out of here." He took my hand. Sheets of electricity ran from my fingertips up my arm, over my neck, down to my hot wet center. I struggled to maintain dignity, but I knew it was a losing battle.
I'd had dozens of lovers, some wonderful, some not, but if there was one thing they all had in common it was a basic gentleness. It suddenly occured to me that I yearned to lose myself in a powerfully masculine man, but I'd been afraid to give in to this desire.
In my house, his big hands roamed all over my arms and breasts and hips with slow deliberation, as if taking possession. I dissolved into soft, yielding flesh. He kisses me, his mouth slightly open, his tongue elusive. We would move to the sofa and he continued kissing me, not letting his tongue enter my mouth. Then his hand crept under me and his fingers toyed with my vaginal lips, parting them, pressing, teasing. Suddenly he plunged his fingers into my cunt and his tongue into my mouth both at the same moment. The incomparable shock of penetration was thrilling, and I allowed myself to melt down to the place I wanted to be, spreading my legs, kissing passionately. After a few minutes he pulled me on top of him. My cunt pressed against the bulge in his pants and I began to grind against it. Deftly he lifted my shirt, unhooked my bra and took my tits into his mouth. I wept soundlessly, my pelvis on automatic, grinding a hot sexy dance.
He moved his mouth to my ear."that's right honey, grind it"he wispered encouragingly. In a moment I began to cum-after knowing this man a half an hour, I was totally uninhibited, writhing on top of his generous body.
After my orgasm subsided I sat up on him, opened his fly and pulled out his gorgeous prick. He put his fingers, musky with my juices, into my mouth and thrust them down my throat. I sank down to his cock, opened my mouth and took it in, "suck it" he ordered." "think about it touching your pussy. Think about the head teasing your cunt." He continued talking literal blue streak, something that drives me crazy. His words spurred me on to more avid sucking.
He reached down with his hand and pulled his cock out of my mouth, rubbing it across my face, smacking it against my cheeks. I looked up at him and murmured, "you know just what I like."
"I have a feeling you like everything." he said
We moved to the bed. He produced a condom, placing it on one of his nipples, where it looked sexier than any condom I'd ever seen. He told me to suck some more, which I gladly did. After a few minutes he lifted my head, slid the rubber over his cock, and raised me up, moving me around as effortly as if I was indeed a barbie doll. I lowered my cunt onto his cock, not even noticing it wore latex,leaned forward and let my tits fall into his mouth. He moved his hips slowly, giving me most, but not quite all, of his hard meat.
"Fuck me hard," I begged "Don't worry, you'll get it hard," he said, still holding back.This was clearly a man who would fuck me at his own pace in his own time, and also a man I could trust to do it well.
"Tighten your mustles" he said, rolling me onto my back. "Squeeze my cock with your pussy" I squeezed as hard as I could, desperate to please him. He lifted my legs higher and pumped into me, his bulk and weight driving all resistance from my body.
"Is that enough cock for you? "he asked..but all I could do was groan.."loosen up now" he grunted "let it go, take me home baby" as if I'd been involved in a long arduous struggle, I gave up at last, gratefully surrendering body and soul, totally at his command. He drove deeper into me, finally shuddering as he came.
Since our encounter I've been in an absolute fever. I think that he is, as my horoscope put it, going to prove to be quite a challenge. It is a challenge that I am deffinitly ready for.
He failed to notice how sexy I looked in my little dress, as always. I had given up long ago trying to elicit attention from my husband. His only interest seemed to be in his work, and it didn't seem to bother him at all that we were essentially living a celibate life. Even though the private investigator had failed to find any evidence of an affair, I could never get a straight answer from him as to why he had lost his appetite for sex.
I continued to keep in shape and dress sexy anyway. It made me feel good, and I enjoyed the attention I received from the men I passed by on the street or met at the office, Although I had never cheated on my husband, I was seriously considering it. How long could any woman live like this? I knew I would have to make a decision soon or my passion would simply die.
Once a week we went out for dinner, and he chattered away as if there were nothing amiss in our relationship. This particular evening, he sat next to me at a small square table. After dessert, my husband was saying something about the beautiful mosaic tabletop when I noticed the handsom young man sitting directly across from us. He was with a lovely young woman but seemed to have no more interest in his dinner companion than I had in mine. He looked up and caught me staring. When he smiled, I quickly looked away.
Terribly bored and in need of adventure, I suddenly got a brainstorm. The man was sitting in just the right place to see my legs under the table. And unless she turned her head, the woman with him would not be able to see.
I excused myself to the ladies room, where I tucked my panties into my purse. When I sat back down, I feigned a renewed interest in my husbands topic of conversation still about his work, while keeping my peripheral vision locked on the young man. Whenever the waiters left the area, I would move my legs back and forth, opening and closing, opening and closing. Just when I thought he would never look, and just when I had almost talked myself of this madness, he saw! His eyes widened, his breath obviously quickened , and he abruptly looked guiltily back at his companion.
Continuining to say "um hmm" to my husband at appropriate moments, I kept an eye out for the moment when the man find a chance to look back at me. When the young woman excused herself to the ladies room, the man turned his chair nonchalantly to look straight under our table. I spread my legs wider and held them open. Then, I brought my hand down to my lap and ran my finger up and down my labia. When I inserted my finger into my vagina, his mouth opened in response, and he squirned in his seat.
My husband continued his conversation mostly with himself, oblivious to what was happening under the table. I kept looking back in the direction of the ladies room, ready to stop as soon the young woman was on her way back.
When I pulled my finger out it was covered in white cream. This experience was making me wetter than I had been in a long time! I lifted my finger and quickly put it in my mouth, licking it clean. The young mans eyes stayed fixed on me.
A waiter started out way with the check , and I reluctantly closed my legs. When the waited was gone, the man looked at me longingly, his eyes begging me to continue. I opened my legs again and returned my finger to my lap, spreading my juices all over my clitoris and labia. My passion was building, and I longed to bring myself to orgasm. But, my husband placed the cash in the check folder, and I knew it was almost time to leave. I let the man watch me clean my juicy finger with the cloth napkin on my table, after which I brought the napkin to my lap, running it along my pussy from bottom to top.
Squeezing the napkin in my right hand as my husband headed toward the door, I stopped briefly by the young man, dropping the napkin on his table without looking at him.
I turned the corner, passing the young mans companion on the way back to his table, as me and my husband stepped out of the restraunt.
A man only needs to be: 1. a friend 2. a companion 3. a lover 4. a brother 5. a father 6. a master 7. a chef 8. an electrician 9. a carpenter 10. a plumber 11. a mechanic 12. a decorator 13. a stylist 14. a sexologist 15. a gynecologist 16. a psychologist 17. a pest exterminator 18. a psychiatrist 19. a healer 20. a good listener 21. an organizer 22. a good father 23. very clean 24. sympathetic 25. athletic 26. warm 27. attentive 28. gallant 29. intelligent 30. funny 31. creative 32. tender 33. strong 34. understanding 35. tolerant 36. prudent 37. ambitious 38. capable 39. courageous 40. determined 41. true 42. dependable 43. passionate 44. compassionate
WITHOUT FORGETTING TO:
45. give her compliments regularly 46. love shopping 47. be honest 48. be very rich 49. not stress her out 50. not look at other girls
AND AT THE SAME TIME, YOU MUST ALSO:
51. give her lots of attention 52. give her lots of time, especially time for herself 53. give her lots of space, never worrying about where she goes
IT IS VERY IMPORTANT:
54. Never to forget: * birthdays * anniversaries * arrangements she makes
I went out for a ride on my harley, in itself is a pleasure....the vibration, the wind in my hair, the feeling of road construction men watching as I ride by...but I had to stop for gas....while I was standing there, another bike pulled up for gas also....I noticed he was watching me as I turned to get a look at him. He had large broad shoulders, and a nice firm ass. He had beautiful blue eyes which looked at me over the brim of his sunglasses. He asked if I wanted to go for a ride somewhere. I told him I didn't have a destination. He said he didn't really need gas but had seen me as he passed and had to double back as he was attracted to my sumptuous behind. We left the station after getting condoms and something to quench or thirst. We stopped at a park, a rugged place with no people around that we could see.... so we stopped and got off the bikes. I could feel the moisture between my legs grow as I noticed the large bulge in his pants. By now my mouth started watering. I am a sucker for large dicks. As we found a place in the brush where we could satisfy our lust where someone else had pulled a picnic table in. As I sat down on the bench he positioned himself in front of me. I could not help but grab his hard cock. I pulled it out and began sucking wildly on it. The huge head on his cock felt good to my toungue and I couldn't stop sucking even with a car approaching. But it drove on.... By now I was on fire. He began squeeezing and sucking on my breast. He turned me around, kneeling on the bench and bent over the top of the table. I pulled my jeans down to my knees, just enough to expose my back side. He played with my ass a little bit as I heard him tear the wrapper of the condom with his teeth. I felt the tip of his large cock rubbing up and down the opening of my already wet lips as he eased it partially in. Just the head of his dick. I gasped as he entered me. It felt much bigger than it looked. He took a handful of my hair and pulled as he thrusted forward. I thought I was going to loose my mind as he stroked my pussy with his huge, long, firm cock moving in and out.I thought I was going to scream with ectasy. I came in big sporadic waves of pleasure, nearly collasping from the intensity. He never missed a stroke and held my ass as he continued to push his pulsing manness deeper and deeper. Then with a huge scream of his own he exploded, his cock pulsing and throbbing as he lay limp inside me. We stood there for a little bit until we got our composure. We pulled our clothes back on and smiled at each other. We exchanged names and numbers and promised to call if we were planning on riding again with no destination in mind.....
May 12, 2008 11:12 am Mood: mischievous, 580 Views
I am dressed up for the party when he comes to knock at the door. He followed me to the bedroom where I lie on the bed, sprawled out on my back with my arms over my head, a smile on my face. My skin tight black leotard has a white panel over the belly. My legs are bare with black ballet slippers on my feet. My nails, long and sharp are painted black. Also painted black are the tip of my nose and my lips, which curves as I smile at him. My dark hair is pulled into a ponytail and I have little pointed black cat ears. I attached long dark cat wiskers that he said looked fetching making my dark painted mouth look even more kissable than usual.
"Meow" I said rolling back and forth on the bed.."Mrowrr" "Bad kitty" he said smiling, you are not suppose to be on the bed.You'll get hair all over it. "Mrrrooowwwrrrr" "Meow""Mew" I sighed and tipped my head to bump it up against his arm, rubbing against his skin invitingly. "Bad, bad kitty, very bad kitty" he said as he came over an sat down on the bed next to me. "bad kitty" as he ran his hand down my white belly stroking me. "Purrrrrr" I said "Very bad kitty" he said
My leotard is soo tight that is clings to my lips and I can feel them swelling as he strokes me while I purrr.He strokes a little lower nearing the black part.... "Mrrrowr" I snap clawing at him playfully bringing my legs up to drag him farther onto the bed. "Grrrrrr" I dig my teeth into his shoulder and clawing at his back. "Bad kitty he says as he pulls away and I just look at him as if I just ate the canary. "Purrrrrrr" I coo, streching out fully on the bed. I start pushing my ass in the air as he runs his hand down my spine just like a real cat. He spanked my butt really hard right at the place where the leotard ends and so I yelped meowed, clawing the bedsheets, and then turned and hissed as I scratched at him leaving red marks down his arm. He went back to stroking my butt gently. I pushed my face into the sheets and moaned and softly purrrrrrrr. He slid his hand down between my parted thighs and pressed his fingers against my clit, and I made a funny confused cat sound like "mrrowr?" and I pushed back against him, purring. He pushed the leotard back out of the way and inserted 2 fingers and found my pussy to be wet, my clitoris hard and sensitive as he slid his fingers out and up to touch it. I wiggled back and forth, purring as he stroked my back with one hand and my clit with the other. I looked at him, eyes glazed in that way cats get when you hit just the right spot. He slid two fingers in again and heard the confused cat sound again, followed by a long, rapturious purr as I try to push myself firmly onto him. To help I reach down to hold the leotard out of the way, he slid down under me, my body hanging half off the bed He pulled me down onto his face. His tongue lapping at my pussy hungrily like a cat going after cream. Again the "Mrrrowr?and again purring.He finds my clit and strokes it with his tongue. I purred louder. I settled down on his face as his tongue burrows between my lips and works on my clit.His arms are around my hips and pulling downward not letting me pull away....I tug my pussy away from his mouth and perkyily say"Mrrowr" He takes out his cock and snuggled up behind me, pulling my leotard back out of the way with one hand and gripping my pony tail with the other he guided his cock into place and with one pull of the pony tail and one quick thrust of his hips he entered me with a delighted "Mee-Yow!" , bringing more purring. While he fucked me doggy style or more like kitty style. As he easily slid his cock into my juicy pussy. He pumped slowly and then as I reached down to touch and stroke my clitoris he started pumping faster, and the meows got faster and louder, and longer as he fucked me as I rubbed my clit. When I finally came it was a long low growl of pleasure..after the shrieking wail like the cats mating outside our window.Then it turns to a long purr as he kept fucking me til his moan of pleasure when he came inside of me.
When he curls up beside me in the bed I push my head up against his chest rubbing it, purring...
You're a very very bad kitty he says. Very Very Bad.
We went downstairs into the semidarkness. I was telling him I tried to do it myself....I didn't know where it was exactly..I apologized.
He nodded matter of factly and streched out on his back. I stood above him. With his feet almost touching mine, our bodies together formed the shape of an "L" I saw his exposed neck muscles-he wore no undershirt....quickly he turned, proping himself up on his elbows-too high. There is no way he was going to see from that angle. It had to be lower. So he turned sideways, beaming the flash light into the dark hole. His face followed in the same direction, peering in, and then he leaned back as his right hand-his left hand clutched the light-probed the smallish cavity.It was not wide enough for his fist, so he only used 3 fingers...I can feel it now he smiled happily. Each is different you know. Then he put the light on the floor and changed into a crouching position.
He lit a match. Steading himself by embracing the water heater, he pushed the flame toward the gas jet. For a second I wanted to trade places with my shiney new water heater. Then he would crouch in front of me, with one arm around my rear, he would search for my delicately hidden pilot light. But quickly he bounced to his feet. The work was done. He simply stated to call him again if I ever need my flame lit again......
This is what I think about when I think about him. I don't think about his eyes, like I like to tell myself, or about his lips,that I would love to tell my friends about if I could talk about him, or about his cock which I tell him because that is what he is thinking about, but I think about his hands. When he wants me , it is always his hands that go first. Brushing lightly across my face. Sneaking up my thigh. Massaging the back of my neck and then inching down my collar bone to entice my breasts.
But it isn't just the nice, sweet, hands that make me feel calm and drifty, safe and befriended.They also do naughty things that make me blush when I think about them. Other things that make me flinch. This is what I think about.
I think about his hands pressing my thighs apart, again like a thief, like a cat butglar opening a window and climbing inside. I think about his hands on the back of my neck, his fingers coiling in my hair and tightening: I think about his other hand gripping me by the wrist and guiding my own hand down making me feel his swelling cock. I think about his hands on my hips, maneuvering my body into place.
I think about his fingers spreading my lips open down there, prying me apart, exposing my clit and studying it fervently as if he's reading my soul. When he opens me up like that I feel like he is revealing my soul and he has finally discovered it at last, the selfish one, the dirty one, the one that starts to drip with just the thought of his touch.....from his big, beautiful, nice, naughty, rough, forceful, creative, exposing hands....
You have that cute little glint in your eye, still holding me, you push me backwards onto the desk... you lightly kiss my neck... over and over, placing light, sweet kisses around my throat, you're tongue flicking against my skin, you're driving me crazy, I feel like I'm gonna explode...
Still you kiss me descending down my body, running your fingers across my chest, lower you go, sinking to your knees... cupping my balls with your hand as you gently caress me. You flick you're tongue across my tip, then down my full length, lap at my balls, taking them into your mouth in turn, kissing and caressing. Slowly you inch back down my shaft, gently teasing it with your tongue... after placing a soft sweet kiss on the end, you envelop me with your lips, allowing me to slide deep into your mouth. Slowly and softly at first you guide me in and out, the softness becoming firmer, the stroking more determined... I watch in awe as I see myself disappear inside you. You wrap your hand around me, the other fondling my tight balls. You thrust me into your mouth, my hips bucking against your face, my fingers wrapped in your sweet smelling hair, drawing your lips around me.
I can feel my orgasm building, a dull tingling deep inside of me, electrifying every muscle, every nerve, my whole body begins to feel alive. The feeling is so good I don't want it to stop, I want to come, but not yet, I want more of you, all of you...
My fingers still entwined in your hair, I pull your head back, releasing myself from your mouth, I stand erect and proud, glistening with your saliva, throbbing at what might have been, so close to climax, but so far to go...
Hands bound over her head, naked, except for stockings and heels. Blindfold keeps her from seeing where he is, No noises, darkness prevails, slight scent of lilacs, a chill in the air. Fingers trace the side of her face, stops briefly upon her throat, as if checking her pulse, then moves downward, across her collar bone, onward. Stopping only to pinch a nipple as it passes over her chest. Progressing further, down her stomach, across her hips, her thigh, then back up. Stopping briefly to play with her clit, finding her wet.
The musky scent of leather, a brief second before a lash stings her back. The only sound, still, it the crack of the whip and the moan from her own throat. Another follows, landing on her ass, another across her thighs. Still more follow. Across her stomach, her breasts, indiscriminately the lashes land, keeping her from knowing where the next target would be. Not that in her position she could do anything about them. Biting her lower lip to keep from crying out, pain or pleasure, the two intermingle.
Her shoulders ache from holding herself up, her feet are barely touching the floor. Struggling is not an option that is afforded her. Then just as unexpectedly as they began the lashing stops. Silence prevails again. Not even a hint of movement, a rustle of fabric, a footstep. She seems to be alone, though she did not hear anyone come or go. No breath, no whisper, nothing. She begins to believe this is just a dream, she will awaken at any moment, a fantasy of her own making.
Then a touch, tracing a heated welt left behind. The cool metal against her flushed skin, the leather end like feathers caressing the welts left by them. A hand at her throat, a body pressed against her backside. A hard cock pressing against the cheeks of her ass. Then the head of a cock, entering her from behind. Gently at first, persistent, yet not painfully, she presses herself back, wanting more. The hand is at her throat again, squeezing, the metal handle of the whip is caressingly moving across her chest, on a downward path. The movement of the cock in and out of her ass. The cool metal against her clit, entering her hot, wet cunt. Working in the same fucking motion as the cock in her ass, filling her. The hand at the throat tightens, she fights for breath, the body behind her stiffens, the cock pulsing, filling her with hot cum, seconds later she also climaxes, her cunt spasming with her orgasm.
I enjoyed your blogs, very sexual and sensual lady.. I got a smile where you bleeped the 4 letter words, classy now to get you to say them *S*
Wish I lived a bit closer, you would be an interesting lover.
Charles > ---------------------------------------------------
