Thursday, July 9, 2015

BOUND

I opened my eyes.  I couldn't see a thing.  My eyes were blindfolded.  And I'm not wearing a single stitch of clothing!  I tried to move my arms from above my head to remove whatever was covering my eyes, only to be met with a tug at my wrists where they were captured and pulled to each corner of the bed. I attempted to move my legs and couldn’t move them an inch. They were tied tightly to the corners of the bed like my hands were.

Oh. That explains a couple things. Funny how I didn't feel my hands and feet were tied when I woke up.  "Hello? Is anyone there?" I didn't hear a reply but I can sense someone was in the room with me.

I jumped when I felt something cold sliding up the inside of my leg. It was soft, but firm, smooth to the touch and maybe no larger than a quarter. It disappeared for a moment before I felt a soft tap where it was just a moment ago before it continued it’s slow caress up my leg and thigh.

Another tap, just above my knee and a little harder this time, giving it a light sting. Further up; the middle of my thigh, and even harder than the last, making me jump. I could feel the flush creeping across my skin despite the coolness of the air around me. The torturously slow crawl of that small piece of leather up my leg only resulted in another smack, this one on the edge of my hip. The smack itself was hard, sharp against the silkiness of my skin and made me gasp, the pain sending shivers up my spine.

"You like that, don't you?" I heard a deep male voice say.

A moan escaped from my lips amd he chuckled. "My dirty whore."

I almost shook where I was on the bed as he pulled the leather from my skin, taking his time before I felt it again, on the ankle of my other leg this time. The process repeated thrice more and each cycle had more frequent and harder smacks.

My heart was racing and my breathing was labored as I squirmed and twisted in my bindings.  I was sensitive. Oh so sensitive, and I had a feeling he knew it. I could feel the pure wet heat between my legs and smell the sex in the air, mostly my own as I waited in agony.

The bed between my feet dipped, and I felt his hands rest lightly on my ankles. They caressed and rubbed my skin gently, following the same path that the smacks had earlier. When they came to rest upon my hips, I felt his hot breath at the inside of my left thigh before his soft lips pressed firmly against my skin. He left kisses along the inside of both of my thighs for a few moments before I finally felt a soft kiss against the lips of my pussy. His tongue darted out to taste the juices coating my lips. I was already shaking with need as the flat of his tongue ran up my slit, collecting the juices slowly escaping.

Oh his tongue teased and prodded at my sensitive skin for a moment longer before he slipped it between my slick folds to thrust it slowly into my waiting pussy. I moaned softly as I finally got what I had been anticipating - his tongue thrusting slowly into me before it started to explore the deepest and darkest nooks and crannies.

My hips pressed up, urging him deeper and harder, my entire body aching with the desire to cum. His tongue slowly made its way from my pussy before it was replaced with a single finger. It twisted and thrusted and dug inside of me until it was soon replaced with a second, then a third. The thrusts gained speed and depth, driving me closer and closer to my first orgasm. His tongue pressed against my clit, flicking and rubbing while his teeth and lips nibbled and sucked the hardened nub. My moans grew louder. I felt myself tense around his fingers as I edged closer and closer to my orgasm. He must have noticed too because his fingers were quickly replaced with his tongue again with his fingers moving to pinch and tug on my clit instead. The thrusting of his tongue and the pinching of his fingers against my clit finally pushed me to my breaking point, a loud moan followed by a scream and a growl as I came around his tongue. My sweet pussy juices flooded his tongue and coated his chin, but he did not stop there.  His skillful fingers and tongue drove me to another violent, body quaking orgasm, causing more screams and moans to escape from my already sore throat. My back arched off of the bed as I pressed against his tongue and fingers, more of my juices flooding from my body and into his waiting mouth.  I felt his fingers still as his tongue worked to taste every last drop from my quivering pussy.

Spent.  I was spent.  A satisfied smile played on my lips.

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© DropDeadDiva, 2015.

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Sunday, May 19, 2013

LOOSE GIRL CHRONICLES: PETE




“And now, following many conversations,
you’re vastly awake and holding your fingers between your legs
 and wanting to feel again the spark you lost so long ago.
 You throb, so hot, needing, wanting, the desire is there
but your fingers are just not enough.”

- The Bride Stripped Bare


So…  Do you like the show now?”  I asked the guy sitting next to me.

Yes.”  Was his answer.  I’ll be downloading the rest of the episodes when I get home.

I smiled.  “I told you.  It’s good.  Now you’re hooked.

His name is Pete.  He is a 28-year-old Chinese guy.  No, he’s not my boyfriend.  And no, we’re not dating.  He seemed like a fairly decent guy so when he asked for my number, I did not hesitate and I gave it to him.

It was quite a surprise when he said he wanted to come by my place one Saturday evening.  I was even more surprised (with myself) when I agreed and said yes.

I wasn’t looking to get laid.  While I admit that I have been feeling (and yes, ignoring) the heat for days, I wasn’t planning on doing anything sexually with him.

And now we’re sitting next to each other in my living room watching an episode of “Once Upon A Time.”  He has managed put his right arm around me while we watched.

I glanced at the clock on the wall and saw that it was 11:40 in the evening.  My housemate would be home soon.

I went back to watching.  His right arm was squeezing/rubbing my shoulder.  He’s not saying anything but I couldn’t be wrong in thinking he wanted something to happen.

He turned to me then.  And just stared.

What?”  I asked.

Nothing.”  He said.

Why are you staring?”  I asked again.

I’m not.

Well, stop looking at me like that.”  I turned to face him this time.  Bad move on my part.  His face was close.  Too close.

He just laughed.  I tried covering my face but he just kept looking.

And when his eyes fixed on my lips, I knew what he wanted to do.

He leaned over and kissed me.  I let him do the kissing for 10-15 seconds before I started kissing him back.  His left hand started to roam and homed in on my right breast.

Yep, he wants to fuck.  What the heck.  I’ll do this then.

I broke the kiss and said, “Let’s go to my room.

He nodded.

I didn’t turn the lights on when I went inside.  It’s better doing this in the dark.

Rubber?”  I asked.

Yes.  Have it with me.

Good.

He started taking off his clothes.  I did the same—taking of my shirt, unhooking my bra, and pulling my shorts off.

I can’t let you stay overnight.”  I tell him.  “My housemate will be home by 12 midnight.”  I positioned myself on the bed.

Okay.  Noted.

We have 20 minutes until 12.  Do you think you’d be able to make it by then?

I’ll try.”  He said.

Okay then.”  He positioned himself on top of me.  I didn’t need any foreplay.  I guess he got that.  But I was already wet.  I grabbed his rubber-coated cock and guided it in.  I felt it go inside in one swift movement of his hips.

I moaned and I heard him groan.

His cock was moving in and out of my pussy.  It was just plain fucking.  No, there is no love there.  No, not even passion.  Just sex.  Nothing else to it.

I wouldn’t call it mindless sex because—well, what the fuck, I’m still able to think while we’re having sex.

He was breathing heavily now.  I knew he was about to come.  I wasn’t even close.  But I didn’t mind.  I don’t need to cum.  All I needed was to feel a cock inside my pussy.

Cheap thrill.  This is all there is to it.

And in one final stroke, he came.  He pulled himself out and got off my bed.  He managed to cum under a time limit.

What time is it?

11:50”  was his answer.  “I better get going.

Yes.  You better.

And in just a matter of minutes, he was all dressed up and out of my place and left with a quick “Thank you.

I had to smile a bit.  The “thank you” was the icing to the wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am.

I know for sure I’ll never see him again. Not even if he wanted to.

Thursday, February 28, 2013

NO STRINGS (The Second Part)



NO STRINGS

AUTHOR’S NOTE:  This is actually a collaboration with a friend.  He is a blogger and a writer but not an erotic writer.  This started just as a crazy idea that somehow took a story of its own.  It’s a HE SAID, SHE SAID sort of an exchange.  I am posting this one with permission of course.

All entries under - D – will be mine.  His would be under – B-.

Hope you guys like it!


- D –

It happened too fast.

One minute he was still dreaming with his cock in hand.

The next minute he’s wide awake, surprised to find me at the foot of his bed looking at him while he had his cock in hand.

And I just stood there. Rooted to the spot. Unable to move. Unable to respond. My mouth probably hanging open.

He hurriedly tried to stuff his cock back in his shorts and got up the bed. Feeble attempts. The hard shaft wouldn’t cooperate.

“I’m sorry… Shit D… I’m sorry.” I heard him say over and over again.

But I wasn’t looking at his face. My gaze was still focused on his hard member.

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- B -

“I’m sorry… Shit D… I’m sorry.” I said over and over again.

But when I looked in her eyes, there was no shock, or disdain. I looked at her eyes and followed her stare. She wasn't even looking at me! She was staring at my pulsating member still in hand. I slowly tried to put it back into my shorts, and stroked it up. Her head bobbed with the movement. I stopped. Slowly I stroked it down. And her head followed. Was I making it up? Did that really happen?

A naughty idea came to me. I opened and closed my fingers as if trying to get a better grip on a baseball bat. The beginnings of a smile traced her lips but she caught herself and tried to maintain her poker face. But I saw it, there was no denying it, I saw that smile. And besides how long was I asleep, she was standing there all along, watching me.

I stopped tensing then. I relaxed. I pulled off my boxers all the way and tossed it overhead. I readjusted my grip and stared at D. My dream woman was matching me handle my cock and she was not blinking. I laid my head down and closed my eyes I started stroking in earnest and moaned. My strokes were getting bolder and longer. I opened my eyes staring at the ceiling. I paused, cock still in hand and turned my head in her direction and stared into those lovely doe eyes.

As I said in my dream I now said in earnest, "D, I want you."

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- D –

Will wonders never cease?

Will this guy stop being a tease?

Like the perverted girl that I am, I watched him as he pulled of his boxers and tossed it away. I stared eagerly as he stroked the length of his throbbing dick.

Wanting. Needing. Longing.

“D, I want you.” I heard him say.

What’s a girl to do? Should I just climb in bed with him? Isn’t that the kind of invitation I had been waiting all along?

Normally, I would’ve thrown my inhibitions out of the window. But this is different. He is different. B and me, we’re friends. True, I have fancied him for years. I have wondered what he’d looked like naked. I have fantasized of the way his body would feel against mine or of how his cock would fill my holes. But he and I are friends! And if I cross the line and give in to what he is now offering, there will be no turning back.

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- B –

I saw her hesitate. I knew she wanted me but I understood that she wasn't that kind of a woman.

I stopped stroking and covered myself in my blanket. I rolled up, stood and walked towards her. "I'm sorry D, I'm sorry I came onto you that hard. It's just...it's....okay...okay.... Look, as bad as that seemed, it was all true. The dream and the moaning and...and the..."

Shit how do I say this?

I don't say anything. I can't hold it in anymore. I put her in a sudden embrace and lock my lips hard on hers. I kiss her with everything I've got. Then I stop to hug her and place my lips over her ears and whisper. "D, I really do want you, I always have. For as long as I can remember, I've always wanted you. Please stay with me."

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- D –

This is it! There is no turning back now.

I could feel the warmth of his skin as my hands roamed down his back, then back up his muscular shoulders.

He unzipped the dress I was wearing, slowly slid it off me.

Bra off.

Panties off.

Skin to skin.

We were both naked now.

I could feel his hardness against my thigh.

In the semi-darkness of the room, I could see his face.

He looked as unsure as I am for what was about to happen.

But we have come to a point of no return. We both know that.

“Are you scared, D?” I heard him say.

“Yes.” I had to admit I was.

“Me too.” His voice was low.

Silence came.

“Do you want to stop?”

“Fuck, D! What kind of question is that?”

“I’m sorry. I’m just asking.”

“Well, I don’t.” He was quiet for a moment and then asked, “Do you?”

“No. I don’t want to.”

He took my left breast into his mouth and started sucking on it.

The feel of his lips and the wetness of his tongue sent jolts of pleasure through me. I felt his hand stroking my inner thigh.

I gasped.

My legs instinctively parting to give him better access. His fingers slipped and homed on to my tingling clit. I cried out, my back arching as my body raced towards a climax.

His hand suddenly stilled, his head lifted from his onslaught of my left breast. Our eyes met.

“Fuck me,” I pleaded breathing raggedly. “I need you inside me.”

He laughed at my impatience. “Your wish is my command.”

I felt his hands scoop under my bare buttocks and pulled me abruptly towards him and he angled himself into me and drove to the hilt.

I moaned. “God, is it even possible for him to go any deeper?” My head trashed from side to side.

It felt fantastic.

He felt fantastic.

I felt myself stretch around him.

“Oh yes!” I heard him say.

“Wrap your legs around me.”

I did what I was asked and he started moving.

I couldn’t suppress the moan that escaped from my lips.

“You’re so fucking tight!”

Was I supposed to respond?

Am I supposed to say my thanks?

But his mouth found mine and his tongue started moving just in time with his thrusts.

I found myself tensing around him.

He jerked back. “Oh fuck! You’re going to make me cum!”

His movements accelerated and the bed started to vibrate as he pumped into me over and over and over again.

Dirty words were coming out of my mouth.

Dirtier words were coming out of his.

My hands were all over his back.

Raw animal sounds can be heard around the room.

Mine.

His.

Until our bodies exploded together.

“More.” I muttered breathlessly. “I want more.”

I heard him laugh breathlessly.

“You’re insatiable!” He pulled himself out of me and collapsed beside me. Spent.

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- B –

I caught my breath after the exertion, panting and sweating but satisfied. I put my arms around her and rolled her over to have her lean on my chest. I sniffed her head and stroked her hair.

"You were wonderful," I said.

"Did you like that?"

"Very much. Hey, come with me."

"Where?"

"The shower where else? Gotta freshen up after all that. And I've got something to show you."

"Huh?"

"C'mon."

I led her to the shower once inside I went behind her and turned the water on. She giggled at the abruptness of the water. But then she started to moan softly when I started kissing her behind her neck and stroking her.

My hands cupped her breasts stroking them. Then my fingers found her nipples and twisted them. My hands stroked her sides and her tummy. And finally it found its niche between her legs.

"I'm not done with you yet D," I groaned as I rubbed my flaccid cock behind her.

"You're one to talk," she gasped as my fingers slid in and out of her cunt, the water making wet squishy sounds with my fingers. "Your cock has gone soft. You can't fuck me now," she played with my cock in her hands.

I played her pussy even more and mad her gasp, her knees buckled a bit. But that hand in her pussy also held her up. My fingers went faster and faster. And she gasped even harder. "That's not the only thing I can do."

Suddenly I turned her around. I stared at her a while and then kissed her deep and stuck my tongue in her mouth. I kissed her hungrily and my mouth made it's way down her neck, her tits, her tummy and finally I lifted a leg and draped it over my shoulders while I knelt on the shower floor.

I parted her pussy lips and stuck my tongue in her crack. My tongue was licking from deep in her hole all the way to her clit. Then when I found her cute button I sucked on it. This is how a blowjob must be for a girl. I felt her quiver and her hand grabbed at my hair. I kept at it, her pussy juice was all over my face. On and on it went, and every gasp from her was answered by a tighter suck, and every mention of my name was rewarded by a long slow lick.

"Oh shit....that mouth is so good!"

"You wanted more, you got more." I said to her proud of what I've done. 

It went on a few more minutes until the pleasure reached it's boiling point. She orgasmed so hard, she was grabbing his head and pressing my mouth to her pussy even more. When she was spent she was bent over my back and trying to regain her balance.

"To bed now?" I asked.

"To bed," she responded in a feeble whisper. I carried her in my arms stepped out of the shower, and walked to the bed.

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- D –

Tired. Yes, I feel that.

Spent. Yes, I feel that too.

And yet I still want him.

I let him carry me towards the bed. I was too tired to argue.

I noticed the door was slightly ajar. I thought I closed it. I must’ve left it open.

“B…” I whispered as he laid me slowly down on his bed. “I think I forgot to lock the door.”

“Let it be.” He grinned. “Let whoever is outside or whoever passes the hallway watch us.”

Oh my god! There’s a high probability somebody saw us earlier! I felt my cheeks color.

He laughed. “What? Don’t tell me you’re going to be shy now? After everything that happened in just a few hours?”

“Just go close the door, please?” I told him.

So I’m not a worldly girl after all. Though I have open-minded views about sex, the possibility of somebody watching me do the deed is something my mind’s not open to. Not yet anyway.

Minutes after B closed the door, I felt him cover my naked frame with a blanket. I heard him turn the AC up a notch and slid beside me.

I was too tired to open my eyes.

He kissed my bare shoulder and I heard his faint whisper, “Thank you, D.”

“I should be the one thanking you, B.” I replied.

He kissed my forehead. “Rest. You’ll need that for later.” He said.

“More? Later?” I smiled at the idea of more sex with him.

“Insatiable minx.” Was the last thing I heard from him. He wrapped an arm around me in an embrace. I felt his steady breathing as sleep finally claimed him.

If this is a dream, I sure won’t mind not waking up.

And if and when I wake up, I sure hope B’s still going to be right here beside me.

Oh my! I just remembered. I didn’t leave Angel, my roommate, a message. She’s probably going to wonder where I am. Drat, I left my phone inside. It’s late and Angel’s probably home by now. I’ll talk to her in the morning.

I’ll have a lot to tell her by then. I smiled as I let sleep and the tiredness took over.

TO BE CONTINUED


NO STRINGS (The First Part)




AUTHOR’S NOTE:  This is actually a collaboration with a friend.  He is a blogger and a writer but not an erotic writer.  This started just as a crazy idea that somehow took a story of its own.  It’s a HE SAID, SHE SAID sort of an exchange.  I am posting this one with permission of course.

All entries under - D – will be mine.  His would be under – B-.

Hope you guys like it!

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- D -

Her body arched and stiffened and then relaxed and stiffened again.  Her hands were on the back of his head, holding him against her as he sucked and kissed and licked.  She pushed her pussy against his mouth, rubbing her pussy hard against his face.

"Fuck me," She said.  Almost demandingly.

When he rose up started positioning himself, she suddenly said, “No.  First I want to suck you.  Let me taste you."

He rolled onto his back, and she pushed down his shorts and began sucking.  Her lips were wet and hot and soft and hungry.  She sucked hard, moving up and down on his shaft.

"God, Baby!  God, I love the way you suck me!"  Her lips were lose but firm, and she was taking his cock all the way in.  Going down fast and sucking hard.

"You are the sweetest little cock sucker."

She bit him softly.

"Oww! You naughty girl! Naughty little girls get spanked."  He slapped her ass softly.  She bit harder and he spanked her ass harder.  The harder her spanked the harder and faster she sucked his cock.

She felt the orgasm rising in her.

He suddenly pulled away from her and pushed her down on the blanket.  He slipped between her spread legs and pushed his cock into her.  Pushing in hard and deep and then slowly pulling out.  And then pushing in deep and hard.  This time pounding into her, driving into her and slowly, moving so slowly.

He pushed into her.  So deep into her.  The hardness of him into the wet softness of hers.  Filling that empty place inside of her.

She was close.  So close—just a little more—

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

My eyes flew open.

Damn!  Just a dream.  It felt real though.

My nipples were as hard as rocks and visibly evident through the thin tank top that was wearing.  Oh and yes!  I can feel wetness down there.

Great!  Just great.

“What time is it?”  I reached for my phone and looked at the screen.  9:03—Saturday evening.

“Wow.  I slept most of my Saturday off!”  And a first in a long, long time too.  Usually, I only get about 3‑4 hours of sleep a day even on the weekends.  So being in bed almost all day Saturday is a luxury for me.
I heard a low grumbling sound.  Oh now I’m hungry.  But first I need coffee.  I got out of the bed and headed straight to the kitchen.  I’m renting a two-bedroom apartment with my friend Angel who isn’t home yet.  Probably working over time.

“Fuck!  No coffee!”  I exclaimed when I couldn’t find a single 3-in-1 coffee sachet in the kitchen.  Even the 
black coffee’s all gone!  “Fuck… Fuck… Fuck…”  And I don’t want to go out and buy some.  But I really need caffeine in my system.

“Ben!”  I smiled when I remembered I have a key to his apartment.  He’s probably not home yet.  I’d sneak in and raid his pantry.  I hurried back to my room to change into something decent and to get B’s spare keys.

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- B -

I opened the door to my studio apartment.  I'm soaking wet from the rain and soaked to the bone.

Without thought, I undo my clothes as I walk.  I'm sloppy that way.  My shirt falls and then my pants.  Leaving behind me a trail of clothes as I head for the showers.  My boxers are the last to go right before I enter the shower.

I'm inside stark naked, but this day has me so stressed I don't even have it in me to jack off in the showers to relieve stress.  I bathe unceremoniously and finish.  At least I have the smell of traffic and sweat and rain all washed off, replaced by the musky smell of the soap and the menthol of the shampoo.

Tired, I head off to straight to bed after lazily drying myself off.  My hair is still dripping but I don't care.  All I have are a fresh pair of boxers on and I plop across my bed.

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- D –

"He's probably not home yet." I whispered to myself as I held a copy of his apartment key in my hand.  

"Why did I forget to buy coffee? I'm a coffee addict!  Coffee should be something that I should put in a shopping cart first when grocery shopping!" I muttered to myself.

I slid the key in, turned the knob, and pushed the door open. I noted the trail of clothes on the floor. He's home? But it's a little too early!

In the semi-darkness of the studio room, I noted a figure on the bed. He is home!

Half-naked. With just his boxers on. I couldn't take my eyes off his body. It was like an erotic fantasy coming true.

We've been friends for a long time but I've never seen him with his clothes off.

And before I knew it, I was standing at the foot of his bed. Transfixed. Fascinated. Wanting.

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- B –

I toss and turn in the bed.  Tired but not falling fully asleep my nostrils get a whiff of her perfume and it sends my half dreaming mind to work.

"Diana," I mutter in my sleep, "you're so gorgeous."  I moan.  Images of kissing and stroking fill the dream that my physical body responds with its most natural reaction.  My cock hardens and rises inside my boxers.  And upon reaching its full stature the head peeks through the garter. "D, I want you," I say some more in my dream.

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- D –

He stirred in bed. I almost ran towards the door. But he was still asleep. He must be dreaming.

“D…” It was a soft moan but I heard it clearly.

I saw something move in his boxers, the head now slowly peaking through the garter. And with one swift move, he let his cock out of his boxers and started stroking it. “D… I want you so bad.”

Oh my god! He is having an erotic dream! And with me in it??!!

I feel like I was intruding. I know I should just go and leave. But his cock! Oh it was magnificent. The faint light inside his room was enough to give me a full view of his manhood.

I’ve never seen a man masturbate before. I didn’t think the sight would be mesmerizing but I stood there. At the foot of his bed. Just staring.

I felt my nipples harden and my pussy starting to get wet. I have never been this turned on before.

How does one react in a situation like this? I asked myself.

Here I am standing in front of the guy I have been fantasizing for years and he’s in his bed, holding his cock and stroking it, and having an erotic dream about me.

“God, I want to taste that cock.” I said to myself. “No, I want more than a taste. I want that cock inside me.”

I wanted so badly to climb his bed and take that cock from his hand and play with it myself but shyness took over and I just watched.

Something glistening started to ooze out from his cockhead.

“Oh my, precum!” I exclaimed. I love precums. I wonder what his would taste like.

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- B –

In the soft focus scene that was my dream, D was kneading my muscles and teasing me with soft kisses and flicks of her tongue. But she never came anywhere near my engorged penis.

"Please, make me feel good. I want you." My desire in my dream spilled over to my body. Involuntarily my hips spasmed as I fucked my hand in one thrust. I felt my real body move and the violence of the move woke me up.

I realized that my cock was in my hand and that my boxers were pulled down. I had a weird naughty wide smile across my face. "You horny bas......" I stopped in mid sentence when I recognized a human shape at the corner of my eye. Fuck! It was D!

I stared at her gobsmacked cock still in hand. I looked at her and looked at her and my hand again. Then...."Oh shit I'm sorry!" I hurried to stuff my manhood back in my shorts. But the fact that it was that hard, made harder by her presence made the simple move infinitely more difficult. The shaft wouldn't push back in because in this state my cock cannot be contained in these tight boxers.

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- D –

It happened too fast.

One minute he was still dreaming with his cock in hand.

The next minute he’s wide awake, surprised to find me at the foot of his bed looking at him while he had his cock in hand.

And I just stood there. Rooted to the spot. Unable to move. Unable to respond. My mouth probably hanging open.

He hurriedly tried to stuff his cock back in his shorts and got up the bed. Feeble attempts. The hard shaft wouldn’t cooperate.

“I’m sorry… Shit D… I’m sorry.” I heard him say over and over again.

But I wasn’t looking at his face. My gaze was still focused on his hard member.

TO BE CONTINUED...