Wednesday, July 4, 2012


Him:  Remember, my offer still stands.
Her:  What offer?
Him:  To relieve your horniness.  I am serious.
Her:  Now why did that excite me?  I’d be thinking of you with lustful thoughts now.

I want it rough.

Will you hear my plea?

Pull my hair.

Slap my ass.

No, slap me.

Take control of me.

Bite me.

I want to hurt.

For hurt brings out the pleasure.

Make my body stretch in ways I’ve never imagined.

Tear me apart.  I know you can.

Make me cum.

I swear I’ll scream your name when I do.

Him:  We both know nothing’s gonna come out of that.
Her:  I know but…  Maybe it is a mind play of sorts.
Him:  What do you mean?
Her:  The fact that you turn me on and you excite me.  It’s like you’re fucking with my brain.
Him:  That I can do.  Anytime.  Mind-blowing.  Figuratively speaking.
Her:  And my nipples got rock hard and my clit tingled.   Hahaha.  I need to get laid.  Damn.

Every time you close your eyes, do you imagine?

My kisses.

My touch.

Your body pushing against mine.

Wanting you.

Needing you.

Me sucking you.

Never wanting to stop.

Do you imagine it all?

Because I imagine doing all those stuff with you.

Him:  Damn.  You made me hard.
Her:  I made you hard? J
Him:  Yes.
Her:  I hate you.  And I need a cold shower.
Him:  Why hate me?
Her:  Because you are giving me ideas and you’re making me excited.
Him:  Shut up please and continue.  You left off with “my clit tingled.”

I’m thinking of you naked.

The way I’ll push my hips to meet yours.

My legs wrapped around you.

Wanting and needing more.

Devour me.  With your mouth.

Own me.  With your hands.

Brand me.  With your teeth.

Fuck me.

Make me melt with you.

Her:  Why do you have to be so bloody brilliant with words?
Him:  Shit!  Are we going to do it or what?
Her:  Should we?  Could we?  Would we?
Him:  Well, I am doing something.  That’s for sure.
Her:  I want that.  In my mouth.
Him:  Oh you got it!

When I think of you…

I get this sinking tingling feeling.

That starts at my neck…

Then travels down my breasts…

Nipples tingling and getting hard.

It ties my stomach into knots…

It leaves me aching.

I ache for your hands wandering all over my body.

When you make me beg.

When you make me bend.

When you make me lose control.

Her:  Will you give it to me rough?
Him:  I’ll fuck your mouth.  Deep in your throat.  Can you take all of me?
Her:  I want to take all of you.  Would you mind if I use a bit of teeth?  On your cock?
Him:  I fucking love that.  Do you want me to fuck your pussy with my tongue?
Her:  No.  I want your fingers in my pussy.  I want you sucking my tits.  Biting them.  I know you can make me scream your name.  You will have to keep me quiet though.  I can be noisy.
Him:  Fuck.  I want you.  Your tits will get sore.  I won’t put my cock in you.  Not until you come.

Maybe this is an inappropriate admission.

I want you to take me.



Against a wall.

Stripped and naked.

Have me.

Own me.

Eat me.

Like a sex buffet.

Try me.

Him:  Let’s stop.
Her:  What?  Why?
Him:  You have to bathe and I have to take care of this fucking hard on.
Her:  I don’t think a shower can fix what I’m feeling right now.  Damn this.
Him:  I hate that I didn’t make you cum.
Her:  Nah.  It’s okay.  I’m cool.
Him:  This means I’ll owe you.  I owe you an orgasm.


Monday, July 2, 2012


To see you when I wake up
Is a gift I didn't think could be real.

I awoke.

The smell and sound of a shower rouse my mind.

I opened my eyes and smiled as I see you walk into the room with just a towel around your waist.

I gazed at you intently.

You gave me a grin.

You already know what I wanted.

The towel whipped aside.

Your cock springs out.

My eyes widen slightly.

I feel my pussy get wet.

You come closer.

Your cock knew where it wanted to go.

I take you in my mouth.

It still has water from the shower so it is a clean taste mixed with just a hint of your salty excitement.

I look up and see you standing before me with your eyes close.

Your body rigid.

I reach forth and hold your balls.

My tongue swirling and teasing your cock.

Your hands grab my shoulder.

Trying to slow me down perhaps?

Or trying to keep your control.

I wanted you to come inside my mouth.

And I knew you were on the very brink of coming.

So very close.

And you didn’t want to lose control.

You suddenly flipped me on my back and in one solid motion, you pushed your cock inside my wet and eager pussy.

I felt you explode inside me.

I felt the thick ropes of cum splash into me.

That sensation made my eyes roll back.

And I came.

To know that you feel the same as I do
Is a three-fold, Utopian dream.

You text me and tell me you are on your way.

Leave the door unlocked, you said.

Strip down to my panties, you said.

And wear the blindfold you got me, you said.

Five minutes later and I hear the sound of your feet walking through the bedroom there.

You trail the lines of my legs, the curves of my toes, the shape of my thighs with only a few fingers.

I feel your full weight pressing down on me slowly.

And you were fully clothed.

Your instructions were clear — I look and you’ll stop.

Your lips found the places along the bottom of my belly.

They worship my inner thighs as I place my knees together and with both hands from my ass I remove your panties.

You spread my legs wide and placed them over your broad shoulders.

Your lips—oh my god!

I arched my back.

Your lips danced around my pussy gently.

Your firm tongue started its slow dance of teasing and moved slowly upward.

Spreading my lips apart from the bottom and taking with it the sweat wetness to the very sensitive top.

With both hands on my hips, you began to make out with your pussy.

Your lips.

Your tongue.

Sucking.  Playing.

I was panting.

No, I was moaning.

I was saying your name over and over again.

Both your hands shift from the sides of my hips to just under my ass.

You knew I was about to cum.

My thighs start to quiver.

Oh my god!

I came.

My pussy belongs to you—I know that now.

You take responsibility for its pleasure.

You do something to me that I can't explain.
So would I be out of line if I said "I miss you"?

The lights blinded me.

The attention overwhelmed me.

And yet I needed to make an appearance.

But I am not fine.

I hide behind the makeup, the big hair, the fancy clothes, and the high heels.

I hide behind the smiles, the giggles, and the silly jokes.

I flirt mercilessly.

I laugh too loudly.

I give the sweetest hugs.

But underneath my happy, excited exterior is an emptiness, a void.

It is true what they say, you know.

While some good things never last, some don’t even start.