I sort of forgot this for a while. I have loads to update & will try & do so soon but I am still breathing & still around. Just not updating as much as I think I should be....
12/09/2009
28/11/2008
Gift Wrapped
I will barely be seeing C over Christmas. A combination of girlfriend, family & work has seen to that. I don't mind, it means I have even more of an excuse to make the most of him when I do see him ;-)
Being as time over the holiday season is going to be stretched, if I get to see him at all that is, then I figured it made sense to give him his gift early......
C has his own place which is about a 30 minute Tube journey from my flat. After really not knowing what on earth I could give him without it being too obvious to the girlfriend. That leaves out all the usual options of course such as aftershave, cashemere scarf or similar.
After much thought I came to the conclusion that the only thing I could give him that wouldn't be figured by the girlfriend & that he would enjoy was myself.....
Now obviously, it wouldn't be much of a gift if I just invited him around to my flat, cooked dinner & then took him to bed. That just wouldn't do.
So after finding out what time he had free & arranging to meet him at his flat & leaving him under th impression we were going out for dinner & for him to be dressed in a suit, I put my plan into action.
I've very recently bought a mid thigh length deep purple cashmere mix coat. It's very fitted on the body but flares out from the waist. As I said, it comes to mid thigh on me & is a very flattering cut.
The question was, what to wear under it? It had to be silk, luxurious & sexy in a sophisticated way. Nothing tacky. So after working out my overdraft I bought this lingerie
Being as time over the holiday season is going to be stretched, if I get to see him at all that is, then I figured it made sense to give him his gift early......
C has his own place which is about a 30 minute Tube journey from my flat. After really not knowing what on earth I could give him without it being too obvious to the girlfriend. That leaves out all the usual options of course such as aftershave, cashemere scarf or similar.
After much thought I came to the conclusion that the only thing I could give him that wouldn't be figured by the girlfriend & that he would enjoy was myself.....
Now obviously, it wouldn't be much of a gift if I just invited him around to my flat, cooked dinner & then took him to bed. That just wouldn't do.
So after finding out what time he had free & arranging to meet him at his flat & leaving him under th impression we were going out for dinner & for him to be dressed in a suit, I put my plan into action.
I've very recently bought a mid thigh length deep purple cashmere mix coat. It's very fitted on the body but flares out from the waist. As I said, it comes to mid thigh on me & is a very flattering cut.
The question was, what to wear under it? It had to be silk, luxurious & sexy in a sophisticated way. Nothing tacky. So after working out my overdraft I bought this lingerie
Although I have to say, the bra is lower cut on me than it appears to be on her.
And this underbust corset in black
And this underbust corset in black
Along with the above were seamed stockings from Agent Provocateur & five inch patent leather 'fuck me' heels.
Obviously make-up was also needed but I wanted to play up the lingerie so decided on matte deep red lipstick, clear powdered skin & smoky eye makeup to draw attention to the 'come to bed' eyes I have. Or at least, I have been told they are classic come to bed eyes. Which is very handy.
As for hair, well that was loosely tonged so it just tumbled around my shoulders & back. My hair reaches the middle of my back in length so it was perfect to have the 'tumbled ringlets' look.
On the walk to the Tube I received a wink & grin from a rather handsome male in a suit. He received a wink in return of course ;-)
A wolf whistle from a man waiting on the opposite platform to me confirmed that I was looking as good as I hoped & had aimed for.
I couldn't help myself on the Tube journey & in sheer anticipation, would unwittingly let a dirty little half grin spread across my face.
Walking up the steps to C's flat, knowing just what was under my coat, feeling so horny & naughty at the thought of what was to come from the evening ahead & feeling a snake of lust shoot through my stomach before knocking on the door.
Hearing C approach the other side before opening the door, a smile spreading across his face as I stepped over the threshold & into the hall. Turning round to come face to face with him & just as he was about to speak, untying the belt on my coat & letting it slip off my shoulders to the floor....
Standing there in nothing but heels, stockings & lingerie. Letting him take in the scene before him & watching his expression change from smiling, to shock, to pure lust. And seeing the beginnings of that lust in his eyes.
Watching him step towards me, hearing his breath beginning to get heavier before feeling his hands on my hips as he nuzzled behind my ear, stopping at the side of my neck, both of us lost in the moment, still. Feeling his breath on my neck. My legs weak with anticipation & hunger for him, my heart beating & my tummy squirming with pure lust & desire. Inhaling his scent before slowly pulling back & gently kissing him on the mouth, slowly parting his lips before letting our tongues slowly dance as I feel his hands stroking over my bum & one hand working it's way to my front, feeling his finger very lightly trace the already damp silk, making me catch my breath & go momentarily dizzy.
Slipping his dinner jacket over his shoulders, loosening his tie before removing it along with his shirt. All the while being aware of his gaze on me.
Both of us now at boiling point but wanting to prolong the pleasure as much as possible. Feeling him push me gently back against the wall, guiding my legs apart as I am stood there & then sinking to his knees, looking up at me with nothing but lust in his eyes.
I feel the heat of his breath on my pussy, making me catch my own & close my eyes. Feeling his fingers pull aside my knickers, revealing my smooth pussy to his eyes. Feeling his tongue gently caress my lips before travelling up to my already hard clit, making me cry out as both he & I know just how close I am.....
Feeling two of his fingers gently part my pussy lips as his tongue becomes more insistent, circling, teasing & pushing me to the very edge. Allowing his fingers to work in time with his tongue as my breathing becomes more laboured, feeling myself begin to fall & give in to the approaching ecstasy. My legs buckling & my voice crying out as the results of his teasing & coaxing wash over me. Erasing all from my mind except the almost unbearable intensity of pent up lust & hunger for him......
Feeling almost weightless as I lean back against the wall, C supporting me by my legs as he rests his head momentarily against my thighs. Raising himself up & kissing me deeply, allowing me to taste myself as his kissing becomes more urgent, his hands pulling me firmly against him, me feeling his total arousal before he breaks away from my lips, picks me up in his arms & carries me upstairs, my lips grazing his collarbone as he carries me up before laying me back on the bed.
Me watching him unbuckle his belt & remove his trousers, coming up torest above me, kissing me deeply as his tongue encircles mine.
My body reacting with his, despite the recent release. My hips rising up to his body, pushing up to him.
Feeling his fingers stroke down & push my knickers aside, feeling him guide himself into me with ease, my wetness, warmth & tightness encasing him inside me as we both gasp, forcing ourselves to hold still & calm ourselves before he begins to slide into me deeply, pulling himself back before easing in again, our breathing ragged & unsteady before he thrusts into me, hearing myself moan & feeling myself tight, on the very edge of cumming before he thrusts inside me one final time, totally inside me as he looks me in the eye before we both explode with the intense, aching need for each other. Feeling myself dissolve in the pleasure, feeling his heat deep inside me as we both gasp & cry out. Feeling as though this is never going to end, not wanting it to as we both look deep into each others eyes, into the very soul of each other as the ecstasy begins to subside. Slowly returning us to reality as I feel my legs wrapped around him, still in stockings & heels. Aware of his breathing calming as his head rests on my breastbone.
My arms around him as I feel his hand gently stroking the top of my thigh, his rough skin against my milky smooth skin. Raising his head to tenderly kiss me before pulling me to him as he turns onto his side, holding my whole body against his as his legs envelop mine, his hand brushing my hair aside before resting in the small of my back. Laying quietly in the darkness as we are pressed into each others body, being aware of only his touch, scent & breathing as he gently pushes my face away from his chest before looking into my eyes, tracing the outline of my scarlet lips as he tells me that that is the most intense & pleasurable experience he has ever had.......
To be continued.
Alien Concept
At after work drinks the other week I was having this conversation with a colleague, basically that if a man sleeps around, it's O.K & something to brag about. But if a woman does it she's a bit on the easy side & quite possibly, a slut.
Now, it may have dawned on you by now that I'm not exactly what my mother would call a 'nice girl' IE; not one that she'd class as marriage material but rather more one that lives fast & loose. This is one of the reasons I don't live in the same county, let alone the same house, as her. It's not that my mother is strict or religious, but she does believe that girls worth having should behave in a certain way with men, in a very 'correct' way & certainly no sleeping with a man for the first two months of a relationship... Needless to say she isn't aware of my activities & is under the illusion that I am just taking a break from men after a disastrous relationship. I am in no hurry to enlighten her. It's not that I'm easy, I'm not. But I enjoy sex so if I like a man when I get to know him, I will sleep with him. I don't shag around but I do enjoy having a fuckbuddy.
Now this colleague is of the same opinion as my mother, that girls shouldn't sleep around & shouldn't have encounters with men that won't lead to a relationship. She is also of the opinion that sex is a chore to keep your man happy, the idea only to be entertained when there is no other option & certainly not a pleasure that you should both derive equal satisfaction from. She certainly doesn't approve of what I get up to. It's not like she is old either, only mid to late thirties so you'd think she'd be a little less strait laced about it all.
She didn't take kindly to me telling her she sounded like something from "The 1950's Good Wife Guide".
I simply don't understand her view of sex. I understand her dislike for one night stands because you know, each to their own. But to view sex as a chore & then only a chore to be done when all else has failed just puzzles me. And it's not because she has had horrible partners either, she admitted that she just doesn't take an active role in it but more the sort that she is glad when it's over because it's interrupting her sleep! And she has always been like this, or so she told me. Apart from the obvious curiosity it isn't something that has ever really interested her beyond the odd few occasions she has actually wanted it herself.
I've never been the girl to view it like that but more the sort that is open minded & will try anything once (within reason). If I've wanted to try something then I've said & nine times out of ten, it's been worth the gamble.
This colleague views me as a tart. When the conversation got around to oral sex she couldn't fathom why on earth I'd even contemplate it, let alone enjoy it or initiate it. The fact is, I love sex. I love the physical closeness it brings, the emotional closeness, the pleasure it can give & the fun that can be had.
Why on earth would someone view that as a chore?! I completely do not get that line of thought. A chore is doing the housework, folding the laundry, paying the bills. Definitely not enjoying your & your partners body to such an extent, it makes you see stars.
It baffles me. It truly does.
Now, it may have dawned on you by now that I'm not exactly what my mother would call a 'nice girl' IE; not one that she'd class as marriage material but rather more one that lives fast & loose. This is one of the reasons I don't live in the same county, let alone the same house, as her. It's not that my mother is strict or religious, but she does believe that girls worth having should behave in a certain way with men, in a very 'correct' way & certainly no sleeping with a man for the first two months of a relationship... Needless to say she isn't aware of my activities & is under the illusion that I am just taking a break from men after a disastrous relationship. I am in no hurry to enlighten her. It's not that I'm easy, I'm not. But I enjoy sex so if I like a man when I get to know him, I will sleep with him. I don't shag around but I do enjoy having a fuckbuddy.
Now this colleague is of the same opinion as my mother, that girls shouldn't sleep around & shouldn't have encounters with men that won't lead to a relationship. She is also of the opinion that sex is a chore to keep your man happy, the idea only to be entertained when there is no other option & certainly not a pleasure that you should both derive equal satisfaction from. She certainly doesn't approve of what I get up to. It's not like she is old either, only mid to late thirties so you'd think she'd be a little less strait laced about it all.
She didn't take kindly to me telling her she sounded like something from "The 1950's Good Wife Guide".
I simply don't understand her view of sex. I understand her dislike for one night stands because you know, each to their own. But to view sex as a chore & then only a chore to be done when all else has failed just puzzles me. And it's not because she has had horrible partners either, she admitted that she just doesn't take an active role in it but more the sort that she is glad when it's over because it's interrupting her sleep! And she has always been like this, or so she told me. Apart from the obvious curiosity it isn't something that has ever really interested her beyond the odd few occasions she has actually wanted it herself.
I've never been the girl to view it like that but more the sort that is open minded & will try anything once (within reason). If I've wanted to try something then I've said & nine times out of ten, it's been worth the gamble.
This colleague views me as a tart. When the conversation got around to oral sex she couldn't fathom why on earth I'd even contemplate it, let alone enjoy it or initiate it. The fact is, I love sex. I love the physical closeness it brings, the emotional closeness, the pleasure it can give & the fun that can be had.
Why on earth would someone view that as a chore?! I completely do not get that line of thought. A chore is doing the housework, folding the laundry, paying the bills. Definitely not enjoying your & your partners body to such an extent, it makes you see stars.
It baffles me. It truly does.
04/10/2008
Risk
Oh God, three months. Again. Need to take more interest in this. I have a made a promise to myself to do so.
Things with C came to a head, his girlfriend had suspicions & confronted him, he denied it. She believed him. I didn't ask what was said & I'm not proud but it takes two. We are still in contact, I suppose it's a risky game but neither of us can seem to stop it.
He won't leave her but he wants me. Do I want him? Yes, I suppose I do. Neither of us wants more than we get from each other, it seems to be an addiction we can't/won't give up. Yes I feel guilty but then I'm single. He feels no guilt, or so he tells me.
The sex is always amazing, it's always passionate, we always lose ourselves in each other. He stays for the night or the day, we have our fun & he leaves until the next time. We meet up for the odd drink or coffee. Sometimes we even look like a proper couple, we even watched a DVD once & a couple of times over the year or so we've known each other, have gone out for a meal. And it's those times I may feel a needle of guilt, because those are the things he should be doing with his girlfriend, that's the time he should be spending with her but isn't and somehow, although don't ask me how, the sex feels right but those more intimate times feel as if I'm stealing something that belongs to somebody else, something that I don't have a right or a claim to. And I suppose that is how it is but still I keep doing it & still, every time I see him, I get that illicit thrill in my stomach. Still, he makes me melt with just a look. Still, I revel in his scent. That clean 'man' scent of his skin. Still, the lightest of his touches sends shocks through my body & straight to my pussy. One look at him & I immediately want him. One kiss from him & nearly immediately, I'm wet. He turns me on to the maximum degree & when he's near me, all I want is to feel him deep inside me.
I'll delight in sending him a filthy text, knowing he's at work & unable to do anything about it but knowing I'll be seeing him that afternoon or evening & I can make the words a reality..... As selfish as it sounds, I hope it doesn't change.
Things with C came to a head, his girlfriend had suspicions & confronted him, he denied it. She believed him. I didn't ask what was said & I'm not proud but it takes two. We are still in contact, I suppose it's a risky game but neither of us can seem to stop it.
He won't leave her but he wants me. Do I want him? Yes, I suppose I do. Neither of us wants more than we get from each other, it seems to be an addiction we can't/won't give up. Yes I feel guilty but then I'm single. He feels no guilt, or so he tells me.
The sex is always amazing, it's always passionate, we always lose ourselves in each other. He stays for the night or the day, we have our fun & he leaves until the next time. We meet up for the odd drink or coffee. Sometimes we even look like a proper couple, we even watched a DVD once & a couple of times over the year or so we've known each other, have gone out for a meal. And it's those times I may feel a needle of guilt, because those are the things he should be doing with his girlfriend, that's the time he should be spending with her but isn't and somehow, although don't ask me how, the sex feels right but those more intimate times feel as if I'm stealing something that belongs to somebody else, something that I don't have a right or a claim to. And I suppose that is how it is but still I keep doing it & still, every time I see him, I get that illicit thrill in my stomach. Still, he makes me melt with just a look. Still, I revel in his scent. That clean 'man' scent of his skin. Still, the lightest of his touches sends shocks through my body & straight to my pussy. One look at him & I immediately want him. One kiss from him & nearly immediately, I'm wet. He turns me on to the maximum degree & when he's near me, all I want is to feel him deep inside me.
I'll delight in sending him a filthy text, knowing he's at work & unable to do anything about it but knowing I'll be seeing him that afternoon or evening & I can make the words a reality..... As selfish as it sounds, I hope it doesn't change.
20/07/2008
Forbidden
I suppose I've always been the sort to push boundaries & if I've seen something I want, I go for it & make the best of getting it. And although that sounds a horrible trait when it's applied to men, I don't make a play for a man just because I can & I steer clear of married men, or try to.
I was still living at home up until about the age of 19. Boyfriends came & went & many weekends were spent in various locations doing things my parents would not have approved of, & probably still wouldn't. My mother & father seemed to be of the type that as long as I wasn't doing it under their roof, I wasn't doing it at all.
When I was about 17 we had a new family move into our road, mother, father & their daughter of about 3. I suppose the mother was early 30's & the father would have been mid 30's. My parents got to know them as a family & after they'd been living there 6 months or so I started babysitting for them. Although I didn't get on well with the mother, she always seemed to be rather frosty, I got on brilliantly with the father & it was just getting on with each other, nothing untoward.
About 18 months after they'd moved in, they split up. I was about 18.5 & was still babysitting on the odd occasion but of course, with the end of their relationship came the end of the babysitting as the mother, S, took their daughter with her. B, understandably, was upset. Although he had seen the end of the road for their relationship I'm guessing it still didn't make it any easier, especially with a child involved. Anyway, this led to B spending more time around my parents, either for BBQ's or just coming round of an evening for a catch up and if they weren't in we'd sit & have a drink as we'd always been pretty matey & got on quite well.
It didn't go unnoticed by me that he would be quite flirty sometimes & although I always had been a little bit with him, it was done in an obviously joking manner because I didn't want to upset his relationship with his partner at the time.
Looking back I think things were slightly planned on his part & certainly not discouraged on mine. I say planned because my parents were away visiting family in Berkshire for the week, taking my younger brother & sister with them.
I'd seen B earlier in the day & asked him if he wanted to come round that evening to which he replied he'd like to if that was O.K & that he'd bring a bottle with him if I sorted the food.
The evening wore on & rather than him go home, I said he could stay in the spare room seeing as it was made up & we'd both had a bit to drink so it made more sense for him to stay than it did for him to walk up the village to his place.
B was forbidden in my mind, older, friend of the family & up until not long before that point, a taken man. Signs that are all telling you not to go there & signs that I blithely ignored from that night onwards.
We'd had the T.V on but hadn't been watching, just talking & laughing & enjoying each other's company. I was sat next to him & was saying that while out the previous weekend I'd done something to my knee & it had only just got back to normal so I guessed that I must have twisted something & he placed his hand on it, making me laugh at his supposed 'expert' opinion on what else it could have been, we carried on talking a few more minutes, his hand still on my knee, when I felt his fingers slowly splay & the fingertips just touch the inside of my thigh, just above my knee, that soft skin that goes from just above the knee to the groin. It was mid Summer & I remember thinking that my skirt was fairly flimsy, it was a handkerchief cut silk miniskirt & more than once his fingertips had played with the end of one of the uneven edges while we'd been sat talking.
I pretended to not notice the movement until he started circling his index finger gently, slightly firmer than before. It was something I couldn't ignore so I met his gaze, saw the slightly questioning look before hesitatingly leaning forward to kiss him. Feeling his lips touch mine then draw back for a second look, a last unspoken question, before he leant forward again & parted my lips with his. Gently kissing me before standing to his feet & pulling me to mine, both making our way upstairs, to the double bed in the spare room, both of us also knowing he wouldn't be sleeping alone that night.
Me reaching the bed, laying back onto it as I felt his weight next to me, above me. Kissing me again & drawing my hair back from my face, looking into my eyes as I felt his hand stroke over my tummy, undoing the buttons of my top, kneeling above me to undo them, reaching the last three with a slight urgency. Moving back as I sit forward to slide off my top & then my bra before laying back into the pillows, feeling the rough palms of his hands stroke over each breast, circling them, cupping them & then leaning forward to graze his lips over my hardening nipples, teasing with his tongue & very gently with his teeth. Making me gasp in surprised pleasure, him looking up & grinning at me before kissing me again. Pulling back to pull off his t shirt & kick off hi jeans. Coming back to me, naked above me as his hand searched for the zip on my skirt, me raising my hips & pushing my skirt down along with my knickers, kicking it away before relaxing below him again.
Feeling his chest against mine, his breath against my neck, his lips on my earlobe, his whispers barely audible.
Fingers teasing me, making me desperately want more. Feather light touches alternating with firmer, more concentrated touches. Encouraging my wetness for him, my lust for him. My hand wrapped around him, slowly working up & down, feeling him move in motion with my hand before I stop & just hold him there, both of us pulling ourselves back, calming for a few split seconds before I guide him into me, gently & slowly as I feel his hardness & fullness start to fill me, looking up into his face at the concentration & lust, moving my hips up to meet him as the pleasure hits me. Feeling his lips on my neck, his cheek against mine as his breathing grows slightly shallower with each movement.
Feeling the heat build as he starts to gently thrust into me, watching my face & feeling the movement deeper inside me with each move, little gasps escaping my lips as I close my eyes, in a whole other world, lost in the feeling of him & the building intensity. Not wanting it to end but not being able to hold back either.
Opening my eyes, hands on his back as I look into his face, feel his lips & tongue meet mine as the urgency grows, his kiss deeper than before as he thrusts harder into me, the heat now a fire as I realise how close I am & how incapable either of us are from holding back any longer. Feeling the heat build to a peak & then erupt through my body as he pulls out almost completely before thrusting back in. Feeling him tense above me, his breath on my neck as his pleasure is audible in my ear, feeling my own release meet his & gasping, crying out as I close my eyes & let myself go with it.
Both of us slowly coming back to reality as he moves to lay by my side, moving close under the quilt, one arm over my waist as he pulls me into his body.
Sharing a giggle as we talk some more & although I didn't realise it at the time, it being the start of six months of laughter, fun & many more secret liaisons......
I was still living at home up until about the age of 19. Boyfriends came & went & many weekends were spent in various locations doing things my parents would not have approved of, & probably still wouldn't. My mother & father seemed to be of the type that as long as I wasn't doing it under their roof, I wasn't doing it at all.
When I was about 17 we had a new family move into our road, mother, father & their daughter of about 3. I suppose the mother was early 30's & the father would have been mid 30's. My parents got to know them as a family & after they'd been living there 6 months or so I started babysitting for them. Although I didn't get on well with the mother, she always seemed to be rather frosty, I got on brilliantly with the father & it was just getting on with each other, nothing untoward.
About 18 months after they'd moved in, they split up. I was about 18.5 & was still babysitting on the odd occasion but of course, with the end of their relationship came the end of the babysitting as the mother, S, took their daughter with her. B, understandably, was upset. Although he had seen the end of the road for their relationship I'm guessing it still didn't make it any easier, especially with a child involved. Anyway, this led to B spending more time around my parents, either for BBQ's or just coming round of an evening for a catch up and if they weren't in we'd sit & have a drink as we'd always been pretty matey & got on quite well.
It didn't go unnoticed by me that he would be quite flirty sometimes & although I always had been a little bit with him, it was done in an obviously joking manner because I didn't want to upset his relationship with his partner at the time.
Looking back I think things were slightly planned on his part & certainly not discouraged on mine. I say planned because my parents were away visiting family in Berkshire for the week, taking my younger brother & sister with them.
I'd seen B earlier in the day & asked him if he wanted to come round that evening to which he replied he'd like to if that was O.K & that he'd bring a bottle with him if I sorted the food.
The evening wore on & rather than him go home, I said he could stay in the spare room seeing as it was made up & we'd both had a bit to drink so it made more sense for him to stay than it did for him to walk up the village to his place.
B was forbidden in my mind, older, friend of the family & up until not long before that point, a taken man. Signs that are all telling you not to go there & signs that I blithely ignored from that night onwards.
We'd had the T.V on but hadn't been watching, just talking & laughing & enjoying each other's company. I was sat next to him & was saying that while out the previous weekend I'd done something to my knee & it had only just got back to normal so I guessed that I must have twisted something & he placed his hand on it, making me laugh at his supposed 'expert' opinion on what else it could have been, we carried on talking a few more minutes, his hand still on my knee, when I felt his fingers slowly splay & the fingertips just touch the inside of my thigh, just above my knee, that soft skin that goes from just above the knee to the groin. It was mid Summer & I remember thinking that my skirt was fairly flimsy, it was a handkerchief cut silk miniskirt & more than once his fingertips had played with the end of one of the uneven edges while we'd been sat talking.
I pretended to not notice the movement until he started circling his index finger gently, slightly firmer than before. It was something I couldn't ignore so I met his gaze, saw the slightly questioning look before hesitatingly leaning forward to kiss him. Feeling his lips touch mine then draw back for a second look, a last unspoken question, before he leant forward again & parted my lips with his. Gently kissing me before standing to his feet & pulling me to mine, both making our way upstairs, to the double bed in the spare room, both of us also knowing he wouldn't be sleeping alone that night.
Me reaching the bed, laying back onto it as I felt his weight next to me, above me. Kissing me again & drawing my hair back from my face, looking into my eyes as I felt his hand stroke over my tummy, undoing the buttons of my top, kneeling above me to undo them, reaching the last three with a slight urgency. Moving back as I sit forward to slide off my top & then my bra before laying back into the pillows, feeling the rough palms of his hands stroke over each breast, circling them, cupping them & then leaning forward to graze his lips over my hardening nipples, teasing with his tongue & very gently with his teeth. Making me gasp in surprised pleasure, him looking up & grinning at me before kissing me again. Pulling back to pull off his t shirt & kick off hi jeans. Coming back to me, naked above me as his hand searched for the zip on my skirt, me raising my hips & pushing my skirt down along with my knickers, kicking it away before relaxing below him again.
Feeling his chest against mine, his breath against my neck, his lips on my earlobe, his whispers barely audible.
Fingers teasing me, making me desperately want more. Feather light touches alternating with firmer, more concentrated touches. Encouraging my wetness for him, my lust for him. My hand wrapped around him, slowly working up & down, feeling him move in motion with my hand before I stop & just hold him there, both of us pulling ourselves back, calming for a few split seconds before I guide him into me, gently & slowly as I feel his hardness & fullness start to fill me, looking up into his face at the concentration & lust, moving my hips up to meet him as the pleasure hits me. Feeling his lips on my neck, his cheek against mine as his breathing grows slightly shallower with each movement.
Feeling the heat build as he starts to gently thrust into me, watching my face & feeling the movement deeper inside me with each move, little gasps escaping my lips as I close my eyes, in a whole other world, lost in the feeling of him & the building intensity. Not wanting it to end but not being able to hold back either.
Opening my eyes, hands on his back as I look into his face, feel his lips & tongue meet mine as the urgency grows, his kiss deeper than before as he thrusts harder into me, the heat now a fire as I realise how close I am & how incapable either of us are from holding back any longer. Feeling the heat build to a peak & then erupt through my body as he pulls out almost completely before thrusting back in. Feeling him tense above me, his breath on my neck as his pleasure is audible in my ear, feeling my own release meet his & gasping, crying out as I close my eyes & let myself go with it.
Both of us slowly coming back to reality as he moves to lay by my side, moving close under the quilt, one arm over my waist as he pulls me into his body.
Sharing a giggle as we talk some more & although I didn't realise it at the time, it being the start of six months of laughter, fun & many more secret liaisons......
26/10/2007
It's been a while
Well, what can I say? I haven't been residing on Mars for the past God knows how many weeks, just the blog was the last thing on my mind really.
My time has mostly gone on a flat move, very nice & I'm very pleased with it. A holiday to France which was gorgeous. A change of jobs & ordinary living of life.
Things with J have gotten slightly complicated & I'm not sure really which direction to turn in, more on that later. Things with C are still happening & nothing as yet has happened with M. Having said that things are still chemistry laden with him but then again, when aren't they.
I feel I have come to a crossroads with J & decisions need to be made, depending on what I decide
depends on what I do or do not do with C. It's all very well being a young, free, single & horny woman but it does make life complicated sometimes!
I wish sometimes I had the urge & depth of feeling to want a proper relationship with someone, want it enough to not just put in half the effort & half of myself but to give everything to it, the complete whole of me & to be completely happy in that relationship without being tempted by others. Maybe I just haven't met the right one yet but I see friends in relationships, some of them long term & one engaged & I see them with their partners or see how they are when they are talking about them & I sometimes wish I had that, that closeness & that intimacy. That somebody that is there whenever & not just when they can get an afternoon or night away. Things were getting strange with C & he confided that maybe he felt more for me than he should do in the circumstances but I simply wouldn't consider anything more with him than what I have. I know what he is like in his current relationship, cheating on his girlfriend with me & as hypocritical as it is I wouldn't entertain the same, I wouldn't put up with someone cheating on me. Really, that is why I'm not with somebody properly, because I'm not sure I could trust myself to be the same, to be completely faithful & I don't think that is fair to the other person.
On one hand I want that but then on the other I'm happy with the situation now, no commitment & nobody to answer to. A good career & job, my own place, admittedly it's rented but it is still 'mine', good friends & no responsibilities. Maybe I just need to go with the flow & let things take their own path, whatever will be, will be as the song goes!
Anyway, I'm back so enough of the deep & meaningful stuff & I shall endeavor to keep this blog more updated than it has been too!
My time has mostly gone on a flat move, very nice & I'm very pleased with it. A holiday to France which was gorgeous. A change of jobs & ordinary living of life.
Things with J have gotten slightly complicated & I'm not sure really which direction to turn in, more on that later. Things with C are still happening & nothing as yet has happened with M. Having said that things are still chemistry laden with him but then again, when aren't they.
I feel I have come to a crossroads with J & decisions need to be made, depending on what I decide
depends on what I do or do not do with C. It's all very well being a young, free, single & horny woman but it does make life complicated sometimes!
I wish sometimes I had the urge & depth of feeling to want a proper relationship with someone, want it enough to not just put in half the effort & half of myself but to give everything to it, the complete whole of me & to be completely happy in that relationship without being tempted by others. Maybe I just haven't met the right one yet but I see friends in relationships, some of them long term & one engaged & I see them with their partners or see how they are when they are talking about them & I sometimes wish I had that, that closeness & that intimacy. That somebody that is there whenever & not just when they can get an afternoon or night away. Things were getting strange with C & he confided that maybe he felt more for me than he should do in the circumstances but I simply wouldn't consider anything more with him than what I have. I know what he is like in his current relationship, cheating on his girlfriend with me & as hypocritical as it is I wouldn't entertain the same, I wouldn't put up with someone cheating on me. Really, that is why I'm not with somebody properly, because I'm not sure I could trust myself to be the same, to be completely faithful & I don't think that is fair to the other person.
On one hand I want that but then on the other I'm happy with the situation now, no commitment & nobody to answer to. A good career & job, my own place, admittedly it's rented but it is still 'mine', good friends & no responsibilities. Maybe I just need to go with the flow & let things take their own path, whatever will be, will be as the song goes!
Anyway, I'm back so enough of the deep & meaningful stuff & I shall endeavor to keep this blog more updated than it has been too!
08/09/2007
Guilt
I saw C again the other night. We met up for a drink then went back to my flat, the whole cab ride back he had his hand on my thigh, other arm around my shoulders pulling me close.
I love feeling his body so close, feeling the tautness of his muscles but the light touch of his fingertips, makes my skin tingle & my nerve endings spark.
I love teasing him, I love the chemistry that's there & I love the fact that with just one touch he can make me melt.
As soon as we'd got in he turned me around, looked down at me for a split second & kissed me. Pulling me close with one hand on my bum & the other between my shoulder blades before letting his hand work up to my head, wrapping his fingers loosely in the length of my hair.
Pulling me close, tight against him as he rest's his chin slightly on my shoulder, gently kissing my neck, stopping for a split second, just stood there. Arms around each other, each being aware of the other before breaking away & going upstairs.
Collapsing onto the bed, both of us still clothed but wrapped around each other, close, kissing & touching, stroking, feeling.
Pushing me onto my back, stroking my hair away from my face & looking me deep in the eye, holding my gaze before kissing my collarbone & lifting my hips up to slide my dress over them, pulling it off so I'm laid beneath him in only my underwear, a silk bra & french knickers.
Stroking my stomach, making me instantly tense slightly at the pleasure, the touch of his hand. Stopping to slip my bra off, sliding my knickers over my hips so I'm completely naked in front of him as he leans down to kiss my stomach, already teasing my pussy with his fingers.
Feeling his mouth on me, in me, making me arch my hips up & want more of him, needing him to release the tenseness, the coiled spring I can feel building but holding just back enough to keep me on the edge, keep me aching & desperate to cum. Finally letting me go as I succumb to the intense rush, succumb to him.
Very lightly stroking his fingertips across my stomach, teasing the nerve endings that are already on fire, teasing the skin that is already hypersensitive to the slightest whisper.
Bringing himself up to lay beside me pulling me close so my body is pressed fully against his, front to front. His hand on my back, stroking my spine, splaying his fingers to pull me as close as possible as I hook my leg over his hip.
My hand & fingers teasing, stroking him before guiding him into my aching & waiting pussy.....
My leg hooked over his hip pulling him close & holding him there before he rolls me onto my back. My hand cupping his face as we kiss, as I feel his body on & in mine & his scent fill my nostrils. My senses overwhelmed by him, taste, touch, sight & smell.
Lost in the moment, feeling the nearness, skin fizzing & body tensing as the rush overtakes us. His mouth on my neck making me moan at the extreme sensation, biting slightly as we both fall into momentary oblivion. Hearing my voice echo my body & feeling his moans & lips lost in my skin, wrapping my arms & legs around him pulling him as close as physically possible before the rush recedes & we both slowly become aware of space & time again.
Wrapped in his arms as we both drift into sleep which comes all too easily to the both of us after the spent lust & hunger...
He asked me a question the next morning. He couldn't look me in the eye as he asked did I feel guilty.... Guilty for his girlfriend.
I explained that she wasn't mine to feel guilty about.
He told me that he didn't, that was the problem.
Unspoken words hanging in the air as we lay there, a conscious end to the conversation before feeling his arms wrap tight around me as I drift back into sleep.
I love feeling his body so close, feeling the tautness of his muscles but the light touch of his fingertips, makes my skin tingle & my nerve endings spark.
I love teasing him, I love the chemistry that's there & I love the fact that with just one touch he can make me melt.
As soon as we'd got in he turned me around, looked down at me for a split second & kissed me. Pulling me close with one hand on my bum & the other between my shoulder blades before letting his hand work up to my head, wrapping his fingers loosely in the length of my hair.
Pulling me close, tight against him as he rest's his chin slightly on my shoulder, gently kissing my neck, stopping for a split second, just stood there. Arms around each other, each being aware of the other before breaking away & going upstairs.
Collapsing onto the bed, both of us still clothed but wrapped around each other, close, kissing & touching, stroking, feeling.
Pushing me onto my back, stroking my hair away from my face & looking me deep in the eye, holding my gaze before kissing my collarbone & lifting my hips up to slide my dress over them, pulling it off so I'm laid beneath him in only my underwear, a silk bra & french knickers.
Stroking my stomach, making me instantly tense slightly at the pleasure, the touch of his hand. Stopping to slip my bra off, sliding my knickers over my hips so I'm completely naked in front of him as he leans down to kiss my stomach, already teasing my pussy with his fingers.
Feeling his mouth on me, in me, making me arch my hips up & want more of him, needing him to release the tenseness, the coiled spring I can feel building but holding just back enough to keep me on the edge, keep me aching & desperate to cum. Finally letting me go as I succumb to the intense rush, succumb to him.
Very lightly stroking his fingertips across my stomach, teasing the nerve endings that are already on fire, teasing the skin that is already hypersensitive to the slightest whisper.
Bringing himself up to lay beside me pulling me close so my body is pressed fully against his, front to front. His hand on my back, stroking my spine, splaying his fingers to pull me as close as possible as I hook my leg over his hip.
My hand & fingers teasing, stroking him before guiding him into my aching & waiting pussy.....
My leg hooked over his hip pulling him close & holding him there before he rolls me onto my back. My hand cupping his face as we kiss, as I feel his body on & in mine & his scent fill my nostrils. My senses overwhelmed by him, taste, touch, sight & smell.
Lost in the moment, feeling the nearness, skin fizzing & body tensing as the rush overtakes us. His mouth on my neck making me moan at the extreme sensation, biting slightly as we both fall into momentary oblivion. Hearing my voice echo my body & feeling his moans & lips lost in my skin, wrapping my arms & legs around him pulling him as close as physically possible before the rush recedes & we both slowly become aware of space & time again.
Wrapped in his arms as we both drift into sleep which comes all too easily to the both of us after the spent lust & hunger...
He asked me a question the next morning. He couldn't look me in the eye as he asked did I feel guilty.... Guilty for his girlfriend.
I explained that she wasn't mine to feel guilty about.
He told me that he didn't, that was the problem.
Unspoken words hanging in the air as we lay there, a conscious end to the conversation before feeling his arms wrap tight around me as I drift back into sleep.
29/08/2007
Cockney Charm
I'm back. I've been busy with work & shagged when I've got home (not literally unfortunately) so the blog has taken a back seat.
I really don't know what the fuck is wrong with my man radar lately, I seem to be noticing every fit man shape that catches my eye. And let's face it, it isn't like I'm sex starved so I don't know what it is.
Went clubbing last Friday night & it was fab. wore my new shoes & my faithful jeans & a corset. The issue really is more who I went clubbing with....
M is a bit of a twat sometimes, a bit of a cockney wideboy, he thinks women should automatically fall at his feet & tends to think he's the best a woman can get. Although that sounds like he's a complete dickhead he has the cheekiness to be able to get away with it & deep down, I think it's alot of bravado. I disputed the "God's gift" fact with him the first time I met him & ever since it has been verbal banter on my part with huge flirting on his part, & mine more than occasionally.
Most women fall at his feet, I just take the piss out of him, pretty much constantly & refuse to act like a star struck schoolgirl around him. I think sometimes this pisses him off, which of course only makes me laugh so it isn't likely to stop anytime soon.
He's just filed for divorce & so last Friday was a kind of celebratory night out. There's always been strong attraction between us both. You know when you come across some people & although they aren't the best looking etc etc etc there is that indefinable something? That "fizz"? It's like that with him & I. It has led to some very, very heated moments & a few drunken kisses but no more, for what reason I'm not entirely sure, just one of those things.
Last Friday though things were a bit unexpected. Full on eye contact when I looked at him, the odd touch here & there, most notably his finger rubbing the nape of my neck (which I'll admit, sent shivers down my spine) & when we were walking up into Leicester Square, his thumb in the back pocket of my jeans so his hand was on my bum. And I didn't chastise him for it or remove it, which I might have done before....
This of course didn't go unnoticed by him so he came out with some smart arse remark, to which I told him he always has been & always will be, a smug bastard.
He just laughed.
Anyway, we had a great night out & at one point when I refused to dance any more he lifted me off the barstool, his hands on my bum & my legs round his waist to stop myself falling & made me dance that way! Sometimes, he is a twat.
A lot of flirting went on & a lot of lingering touches went on, not rude but you just know when someone touches you, even if it's only your arm or shoulder that there is something deeper behind it, don't you? The kind of touch that makes your skin fizz.
After we'd all consumed our body weight in alcohol & danced in ridiculously high heels until feet ached like mad (me) we decided to go four ways on a cab & after dropping the first two off I was next. M always insists on walking me to my door (not that much of a twat) & after walking me there & saying goodnight, with a kiss...... He whispered in my ear "One day soon, I am going to fuck you" before running off back to the cab. It's not often I'm left speechless but I was, albeit with a bit of a dirty grin playing on my lips.
We've spoken since on the phone but nothing has been mentioned.
I think we both know me saying "no" can't last.......
I really don't know what the fuck is wrong with my man radar lately, I seem to be noticing every fit man shape that catches my eye. And let's face it, it isn't like I'm sex starved so I don't know what it is.
Went clubbing last Friday night & it was fab. wore my new shoes & my faithful jeans & a corset. The issue really is more who I went clubbing with....
M is a bit of a twat sometimes, a bit of a cockney wideboy, he thinks women should automatically fall at his feet & tends to think he's the best a woman can get. Although that sounds like he's a complete dickhead he has the cheekiness to be able to get away with it & deep down, I think it's alot of bravado. I disputed the "God's gift" fact with him the first time I met him & ever since it has been verbal banter on my part with huge flirting on his part, & mine more than occasionally.
Most women fall at his feet, I just take the piss out of him, pretty much constantly & refuse to act like a star struck schoolgirl around him. I think sometimes this pisses him off, which of course only makes me laugh so it isn't likely to stop anytime soon.
He's just filed for divorce & so last Friday was a kind of celebratory night out. There's always been strong attraction between us both. You know when you come across some people & although they aren't the best looking etc etc etc there is that indefinable something? That "fizz"? It's like that with him & I. It has led to some very, very heated moments & a few drunken kisses but no more, for what reason I'm not entirely sure, just one of those things.
Last Friday though things were a bit unexpected. Full on eye contact when I looked at him, the odd touch here & there, most notably his finger rubbing the nape of my neck (which I'll admit, sent shivers down my spine) & when we were walking up into Leicester Square, his thumb in the back pocket of my jeans so his hand was on my bum. And I didn't chastise him for it or remove it, which I might have done before....
This of course didn't go unnoticed by him so he came out with some smart arse remark, to which I told him he always has been & always will be, a smug bastard.
He just laughed.
Anyway, we had a great night out & at one point when I refused to dance any more he lifted me off the barstool, his hands on my bum & my legs round his waist to stop myself falling & made me dance that way! Sometimes, he is a twat.
A lot of flirting went on & a lot of lingering touches went on, not rude but you just know when someone touches you, even if it's only your arm or shoulder that there is something deeper behind it, don't you? The kind of touch that makes your skin fizz.
After we'd all consumed our body weight in alcohol & danced in ridiculously high heels until feet ached like mad (me) we decided to go four ways on a cab & after dropping the first two off I was next. M always insists on walking me to my door (not that much of a twat) & after walking me there & saying goodnight, with a kiss...... He whispered in my ear "One day soon, I am going to fuck you" before running off back to the cab. It's not often I'm left speechless but I was, albeit with a bit of a dirty grin playing on my lips.
We've spoken since on the phone but nothing has been mentioned.
I think we both know me saying "no" can't last.......
17/08/2007
Fuck Me Shoes
I am in lust with all of these. They would all look 'fuck-me' delectable with my drainpipe jeans or with my pencil skirts & seamed stockings. I have a deep love for my stockings & have recently bought some more seamed pairs. One pair in a semi sheer black with a black seam & the other in sheer nude with a black seam, I also bought a fishnet pair with a seam but they will have to be worn with my pencil skirt only otherwise they will very easily look prostitute-y & I only do class on the right side of sexy.
These are extremely sexy, I love the way the shoe is so sexy but the buckles hint at a touch of bondage. Very lust-worthy & would look extremely good with my pencil skirt, a pair of seamed stockings & a crisp white shirt tucked in with a wide waist cinching belt. Hair in a bun would complete the look, very sexy secretary...
These are gorgeous but with a bit of an edge being deep purple. Would look fabulous with drainpipe jeans & as above, a white tucked in shirt open at the neck & slightly down the chest. Maybe a small necklace too. Simple but oh so sexy.
They also come in black but as the above are also black I don't see the point in having two pairs very similar. Then again when they look this good who cares?!
The simple, classic black stiletto, a staple of every woman's wardrobe. Where would women be without it?!
I love all of these. Not only for the clothes I envision wearing them with but because every woman walks, looks & holds herself better when in heels. I particularly love them because my bum is my best feature & they show it off to it's best, especially when in jeans or a pencil skirt. I don't like wearing very high heels with very short skirts, I feel it cheapens the look somewhat. So these are strictly limited to jeans, pencil/longer skirts or the bedroom....*wink*
I have ordered the black buckled pair & the purple pair & intend to go to Oxford Street at the weekend & get the plain black pair.
These are extremely sexy, I love the way the shoe is so sexy but the buckles hint at a touch of bondage. Very lust-worthy & would look extremely good with my pencil skirt, a pair of seamed stockings & a crisp white shirt tucked in with a wide waist cinching belt. Hair in a bun would complete the look, very sexy secretary...
These are gorgeous but with a bit of an edge being deep purple. Would look fabulous with drainpipe jeans & as above, a white tucked in shirt open at the neck & slightly down the chest. Maybe a small necklace too. Simple but oh so sexy.
They also come in black but as the above are also black I don't see the point in having two pairs very similar. Then again when they look this good who cares?!
The simple, classic black stiletto, a staple of every woman's wardrobe. Where would women be without it?!
I love all of these. Not only for the clothes I envision wearing them with but because every woman walks, looks & holds herself better when in heels. I particularly love them because my bum is my best feature & they show it off to it's best, especially when in jeans or a pencil skirt. I don't like wearing very high heels with very short skirts, I feel it cheapens the look somewhat. So these are strictly limited to jeans, pencil/longer skirts or the bedroom....*wink*
I have ordered the black buckled pair & the purple pair & intend to go to Oxford Street at the weekend & get the plain black pair.
15/08/2007
Chemistry
C is probably the dirtiest sex I've ever had. He is pure filth. I suppose you could say it's all about the sex with us, there's no real proper friendship or closeness it is purely sex. Which I suppose is no bad thing, emotions don't get in the way & the only emphasis is on the pleasure we take from each other. Don't get me wrong it's not a cold or soulless relationship, we have fun & laughs & we are close in a strange way but it's a closeness that has boundaries. Which is probably just as well considering he has a girlfriend. The minute I clapped eyes on C he sent a shiver down my spine, he has the most penetrating green eyes I've seen & a look that is utter filth when he wants it to be. The eye contact & body language was obvious from the start, he'd come round to take a statement after my flat was broken into & all I could think of was how it would feel to kiss him & how his body would feel pressed against mine. Three weeks later I found out...... That was six months ago & we have been seeing each other when & where possible ever since.
He came round yesterday evening & spent the night here. We had something to eat & drink before I flipped my leg over & straddled his lap, smiling before kissing him teasingly as I let my fingertips slowly drift over his scalp before letting a fingertip stroke slowly down the nape of his neck, feeling the moan of approval in his kiss.
His hands stroking up my thighs, tracing the line of my stockings before reaching the suspender clips, tracing the strap before gliding his hands back down, stroking a finger teasingly over the silk of my thong, already damp from my arousal, following the line of my pussy lips with a featherlight touch causing me to arch my pelvis forward desperately seeking a firmer touch. Feeling his hands wander round to cup my bum, flipping my skirt up & pulling me close to him, his strong slightly rough hands stroking up my back, making me shiver slightly, undoing my bra & pulling my t shirt over my head before dropping them to the floor.
Bringing his hands round to rest just above my hips, his fingers spread out so his thumbs almost meet in the middle of my tummy. It's almost a ritual for him to do this, a slight fascination with the fact that if he stretches his fingers out across my back & thumbs across my stomach he can almost make his fingertips touch, holding me there as he does so & then it's gone as he lets his hands travel up each side of my body until he reaches my breasts bringing his hands round to cup them, teasing my nipples into achingly hard points before pinching them, sending shocks through my body, making me arch my back & moan with the sensation, the pleasure/pain of the pinch. Holding me by my ribcage as he brings his head forward to suck & nip them, causing me to work my hips against his hard cock, still in his trousers as I spread my legs wider in order for me to rub my clit against the slightly rough material, the silk of my thong stretched tight intensifying the sensation.
He pulls me up to my knees abruptly jerking me out of my pleasure as he raises his own hips to pull his trousers down & off. I reach down & take his cock in my hand, slowly wanking him when I know full well all he wants is to be wanked hard & fast, bringing my thumb up over the wet head of him & massaging, the slickness of his precum as I slowly but firmly wank him making the feelings more intense. I slowly bring my leg over & kneel down in front of him, teasingly flicking the tip of my tongue over the head & underside of his cock making him arch his hips up & cup the sides of my face, his fingers combing through my hair as I slide my mouth down over him, taking him fully into my mouth & slipping my tongue around & back up the underside of his cock before reaching the head & swirling it back round again.
Cupping & lightly tugging his balls as I do so, lightly dragging my fingernails down the inside of his thigh causing him to shudder & buck his hips, looking down at me as he starts to fuck my mouth, holding my head as he raises his hips, thrusting into my mouth hitting the back of my throat, making me gag slightly, moaning, letting him feel the vibrations encouraging him to cum, looking him deep in the eye as he draws close, him knowing just how much I want to taste him, how much I love doing this, dragging my fingernails over his balls & lightly tugging on them, feeling his hands clench & his hips lock as he cums, deep in my mouth..........
We fucked until we were both spent of energy. Me on top riding his cock hard as he pinched & massaged my breasts. Holding my hips as he thrust hard up into me, my finger working my clit until I came, feeling the wave in my body from the tips of my toes to my scalp, a rush of intense pleasure that was almost too much to bare as he came with me, gripping my hips hard & pulling me down onto him as the intensity subsided. Me collapsing forward onto his chest, bodies hot & glistening from the exertion & energy.
From behind as he fucked me deep, hand knotted in my hair as he spoke filth, making jolts of pleasure shoot through my cunt. Teasing my clit with his other hand. Pushing me down onto my chest as he slammed into me, making me cry out with the intense feeling & fullness of his cock, teasing my arsehole with his finger making me push myself onto him desperately wanting more.
Knelt over my face as he wanked himself, my hands working his balls, letting my fingernails gently scrape down the back of his thighs while my tongue occasionally flicked out touching the head of his cock, tasting his precum as he wanked harder & faster, encouraging him to cum in my face as I kept my mouth open, wanting to taste him. Begging him to cum.
Him on top as he tenderly kissed me, slowly & gently feeling him inside me, brushing my hair to the side & stroking my cheek. Bringing his head down to kiss me deep, gently but with that urgency. My hands & fingers stroking through his hair, stroking his cheeks, down his neck to his shoulders & back as my legs are curled around his arse, trying to hold him into me. My fingernails lightly scratching his back, digging in slightly as he fucks me slowly & deeply, long thrusts as we both get closer, arching my chest up to him as he sucks my nipples & breasts, moaning at the sensations before starting to cum, him deep deep inside me as my pussy tightens & clamps around him, holding him deep, gripping him. Pulling him close & gripping his shoulders. Crying out as I feel him shudder, hear him groan in my ear, feel his hot gasps of breath, biting the lobe gently as he thrusts for the final few times, feeling his weight bear down on me as we both go limp. Both of us completely spent of energy & cum.
Our desire, lust & passion for each other sated until the next time when we'll both have that deep hunger, that yearning ache & urgent need to taste, touch & feel one another once again........
He came round yesterday evening & spent the night here. We had something to eat & drink before I flipped my leg over & straddled his lap, smiling before kissing him teasingly as I let my fingertips slowly drift over his scalp before letting a fingertip stroke slowly down the nape of his neck, feeling the moan of approval in his kiss.
His hands stroking up my thighs, tracing the line of my stockings before reaching the suspender clips, tracing the strap before gliding his hands back down, stroking a finger teasingly over the silk of my thong, already damp from my arousal, following the line of my pussy lips with a featherlight touch causing me to arch my pelvis forward desperately seeking a firmer touch. Feeling his hands wander round to cup my bum, flipping my skirt up & pulling me close to him, his strong slightly rough hands stroking up my back, making me shiver slightly, undoing my bra & pulling my t shirt over my head before dropping them to the floor.
Bringing his hands round to rest just above my hips, his fingers spread out so his thumbs almost meet in the middle of my tummy. It's almost a ritual for him to do this, a slight fascination with the fact that if he stretches his fingers out across my back & thumbs across my stomach he can almost make his fingertips touch, holding me there as he does so & then it's gone as he lets his hands travel up each side of my body until he reaches my breasts bringing his hands round to cup them, teasing my nipples into achingly hard points before pinching them, sending shocks through my body, making me arch my back & moan with the sensation, the pleasure/pain of the pinch. Holding me by my ribcage as he brings his head forward to suck & nip them, causing me to work my hips against his hard cock, still in his trousers as I spread my legs wider in order for me to rub my clit against the slightly rough material, the silk of my thong stretched tight intensifying the sensation.
He pulls me up to my knees abruptly jerking me out of my pleasure as he raises his own hips to pull his trousers down & off. I reach down & take his cock in my hand, slowly wanking him when I know full well all he wants is to be wanked hard & fast, bringing my thumb up over the wet head of him & massaging, the slickness of his precum as I slowly but firmly wank him making the feelings more intense. I slowly bring my leg over & kneel down in front of him, teasingly flicking the tip of my tongue over the head & underside of his cock making him arch his hips up & cup the sides of my face, his fingers combing through my hair as I slide my mouth down over him, taking him fully into my mouth & slipping my tongue around & back up the underside of his cock before reaching the head & swirling it back round again.
Cupping & lightly tugging his balls as I do so, lightly dragging my fingernails down the inside of his thigh causing him to shudder & buck his hips, looking down at me as he starts to fuck my mouth, holding my head as he raises his hips, thrusting into my mouth hitting the back of my throat, making me gag slightly, moaning, letting him feel the vibrations encouraging him to cum, looking him deep in the eye as he draws close, him knowing just how much I want to taste him, how much I love doing this, dragging my fingernails over his balls & lightly tugging on them, feeling his hands clench & his hips lock as he cums, deep in my mouth..........
We fucked until we were both spent of energy. Me on top riding his cock hard as he pinched & massaged my breasts. Holding my hips as he thrust hard up into me, my finger working my clit until I came, feeling the wave in my body from the tips of my toes to my scalp, a rush of intense pleasure that was almost too much to bare as he came with me, gripping my hips hard & pulling me down onto him as the intensity subsided. Me collapsing forward onto his chest, bodies hot & glistening from the exertion & energy.
From behind as he fucked me deep, hand knotted in my hair as he spoke filth, making jolts of pleasure shoot through my cunt. Teasing my clit with his other hand. Pushing me down onto my chest as he slammed into me, making me cry out with the intense feeling & fullness of his cock, teasing my arsehole with his finger making me push myself onto him desperately wanting more.
Knelt over my face as he wanked himself, my hands working his balls, letting my fingernails gently scrape down the back of his thighs while my tongue occasionally flicked out touching the head of his cock, tasting his precum as he wanked harder & faster, encouraging him to cum in my face as I kept my mouth open, wanting to taste him. Begging him to cum.
Him on top as he tenderly kissed me, slowly & gently feeling him inside me, brushing my hair to the side & stroking my cheek. Bringing his head down to kiss me deep, gently but with that urgency. My hands & fingers stroking through his hair, stroking his cheeks, down his neck to his shoulders & back as my legs are curled around his arse, trying to hold him into me. My fingernails lightly scratching his back, digging in slightly as he fucks me slowly & deeply, long thrusts as we both get closer, arching my chest up to him as he sucks my nipples & breasts, moaning at the sensations before starting to cum, him deep deep inside me as my pussy tightens & clamps around him, holding him deep, gripping him. Pulling him close & gripping his shoulders. Crying out as I feel him shudder, hear him groan in my ear, feel his hot gasps of breath, biting the lobe gently as he thrusts for the final few times, feeling his weight bear down on me as we both go limp. Both of us completely spent of energy & cum.
Our desire, lust & passion for each other sated until the next time when we'll both have that deep hunger, that yearning ache & urgent need to taste, touch & feel one another once again........
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