Thursday, February 28, 2013

NO STRINGS (The Second 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!

- 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'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.



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."


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



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.


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—


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.


CONFESSIONS 1: One Horny Jeepney Ride

It was late part in November last year and I was on my way home from a long shift (12-hour shifts for the third consecutive time around!) and I was really, really tired.  The jeep I was in was too small, but I was way past caring because I just wanted to go home.  Need I also mention that it was one of those days when a woman (and yes, this woman!) was in heat?  Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I was horny.  I have been ignoring it for days thinking it would go away on its own but I was wrong.  I had gotten past the point when cold showers no longer work as a cure, but I was too shy to call-a-friend and that damn male friend’s been getting on my nerves for days.

So I was sitting there cranky, tired, stressed, horny and waiting for the jeep to finally be on its way.  I wanted to shout at the driver but didn’t want to have an Amalayer moment so I tried to keep calm.  Finally, the last passenger squeezed his way in the oh-so-tight vehicle and sat directly in front of me.  I didn’t see his face but noticed how he had these long legs that invaded my personal space and brushed against my bare knee skin (I was wearing a skirt at that time and he was wearing man shorts).  So I chanced a look at his face and my jaw nearly dropped!  Tangina!  Ang gwapo nya! He had this Wendell Ramos look.  He had this white polo shirt on that had been unbuttoned enough to show just a hint of chest hairs.  I ogled.  I had to.  It wouldn’t be right if I don’t.

“Stop it!  Stop it now!”  I scolded myself.  “Look away, girl.  Look away!  Don’t get lost with the view!”
But I couldn’t look away and my thoughts went ahead of me.  Way, way, way ahead!

I look at his long fingers and wondered what it would be like to have two of those finger-fucking my pussy.  Slowly at first and then moving faster in a steady rhythm.

I look at his lips and imagined biting them, licking them.  And those lips kissing me all over.

He moved and parted his legs a bit more like he knew I was checking him out and wanted me to check him out there!

I looked away for a moment or two and closed my eyes.  Scolded myself again for my erotic thoughts.  But hey, I am but a girl—a horny one at that—so I had to look again.  I had to check out the bulge, right?  And so I did.  Damn bulge.  Enough to titillate a woman’s mind into imagining what is under it and what the taste would be like.

He’s big.  He has to be.  Well endowed.  Well stocked.

Fuck.  Fuck.  Fuck.  I have to stop imagining that cock!

Great.  I made an erotic rhyme.  This is sooooooo not good.

So I took a deep breath and closed my eyes and prayed for the jeepney ride to end soon and silently cursed myself for being as single as fuck.