She was so excited to get away from her family, her friends. She had not been away, and her first thought was, "Is this OK?"
As her legs led her away from the homestead, her mind and body relaxed. It was a foreign feeling, yet it felt better than anything else she'd experienced. She focused on her calves, watching the tightness of the muscles, and laughed as she saw her hips move.
"Wow," she thought, "My body is almost separate from my self." As she moved closer to the sand, her focus turned more into her body. Parts of her wanted to be covered in the sand, yet she could hear her mother telling her that sand gets everywhere!
Fuck sand, she thought, as she walked on. In the distance, she saw the boats attached to the pier. "Gorgeous," she thought, as she moved in that direction. As she focused on her paces, the back part of her brain thought about the freedom that comes from being a passenger on a vessel.
She pulled back from the sand, dusting it off herself, as she began walking down the pier. The boats were overwhelming in their dominance. The ocean is so big, so wild, yet controllable.
A man came to the front of his sailboat to ask her, "Do you need help to find your ride?" "No", she said. "I don't have a particular place. I just like looking at the boats. There's so many things to see."
"Would you like to explore them with me?" he said. She looked more closely at the man who asked. He had denim shorts and a T-shirt on. He was fit - not perfectly built like she'd seen in magazines, but he had a full head of hair and a welcoming smile.
"OK," she said, as he reached for her hand to help her board. "Do you want to explore my raft?" he said, as she steadied her legs. "Yes! I've never been on a boat!"
He took her soft hand, and leaded her down to the lower deck of his boat. The boat started rocking, because his first mate knew to lead it to sea. She spread her legs to balance herself. "This is a gorgeous place - I want to see the top," she said. He replied, "The deck, you mean, and let's go."
On the deck, she watched the waves roll, the deck undulate, and it started to get to her. She found the front of the boat and laid back. The motions of the boat and the ocean made her move her body in the same rhythm. The man watched her, wondering how to make his move.
"Anything you need?" he said to her, his eyes attached to her curves. "No," she said, "but will you come sit near me?"
He could feel the blood rush to his cock as he positioned himself near her. "Thanks. I love the deck too."
She reached a hand to his upper arm. "It's move-y," she said. "Can I use you for balance?" "Yes. absolutely," he said, as he began to lean over her. "Does this help?"
"Yes," she said, as she maneuvered her body under his to stay stable. Her legs opened to wrap round his; she felt more confident that way. As she relaxed into position, it occurred to her that she was available.
"I've not done this," she said, "Yet it feels exactly right."
He grunted and moved to position himself. He wasn't able to talk; he knew how hard and ready he was, but he had to make her comfortable.
His positions made her raise her hips and rub his covered cock against her shorts. He knew better, yet he reached down to pull off her shorts. He was so hard and ready, but he didn't want to scare her.
To his relief, she guided his hand beyond her zipper and into her skin. "Oh, God," he thought, as she moved her hand onto the middle of his hard cock. She smiled, looking him in his eyes.
She reached down onto herself to finish her undressing, while she watched him twitch. "Oh, God," he thought again, as he pulled off the rest of his clothes. Her smile was enough. He positioned himself to enter her, fill her. Was he the first? He was about to find out.
With each thrust, he opened her, and every movement made her open her legs wider. "Oh, I am her first," he thought, and that made him harder and wanting more to come.
He reached under her hips, pulled her closer to him, as he flipped her over. "I want to come under you," he said, and this little girl smiled and leaned back, in order for her to feel his cock against her cervix.
"Am I her first? She knows too much..." he thought as he came, hard into her.
12.9.09
29.8.09
A Pretty Thing
I want to bring home a new girl, young, inexperienced, but so curious, so you can ravage her. I will be there the entire time. You will explore her body, your tongue dancing over her nipples, your hands running down to her clit. Explore her, baby, make her desire overcome her shyness. As you make her come for the first time, I run my hand over your cock. My fingers are damp from the wetness of my mouth, for I know what to do next. I will glide my hand over your glorious cock, which thickens and tightens under my embrace. I pull you closer to this sweet girl's pussy, which is ready for you while her mind is not. As I feed your cock to her pussy, I begin to kiss her, to make her relax in readiness for you in her.
Oh, baby, I love watching you fuck her. Open her wider with each thrust. Because I want to see you on your back as she begins to work her body over yours, I keep my fingers on that gorgeous clit of hers. She lies back, taking you in further. You tell me, "She's so tight, oh, god, she's so tight." Keep going, baby. Fuck her more open, and more, and more, until you're against her cervix and I can see with each withdrawal that your cock is tightening up and getting ready to come.
"Not yet, baby," I say, as I position her over you. I want to see that swelling cock of yours underneath her, so she is greedy for you in her and is fucking you. I put my hands around her hips to push her more deeply into her, and finally, oh, finally, I can feel her twitch and get ready for her orgasm.
Baby, raise your hips and slaughter her cervix. As I keep my hands on her hips, keep her riding your cock, she finally explodes, coming and coming on your cock. "Now," I tell you, as you thrust up under her and come in her pussy, so much come that you have to pull back.
Oh, baby, I love watching you fuck her. Open her wider with each thrust. Because I want to see you on your back as she begins to work her body over yours, I keep my fingers on that gorgeous clit of hers. She lies back, taking you in further. You tell me, "She's so tight, oh, god, she's so tight." Keep going, baby. Fuck her more open, and more, and more, until you're against her cervix and I can see with each withdrawal that your cock is tightening up and getting ready to come.
"Not yet, baby," I say, as I position her over you. I want to see that swelling cock of yours underneath her, so she is greedy for you in her and is fucking you. I put my hands around her hips to push her more deeply into her, and finally, oh, finally, I can feel her twitch and get ready for her orgasm.
Baby, raise your hips and slaughter her cervix. As I keep my hands on her hips, keep her riding your cock, she finally explodes, coming and coming on your cock. "Now," I tell you, as you thrust up under her and come in her pussy, so much come that you have to pull back.
21.8.09
Vignette
We're sitting at a pub of some sort, on an oversized bench that somehow reminds me of a seesaw turned sideways. You're next to me but won't touch me, so I stay where I am and sip my beer. As time goes by, you move closer, inch by inch. I'm happy but I know that I can't initiate contact. You're forbidden to me. We're just friends now, and if that is all I can have, then that's fine. I'd rather have you near me in friendship than away from me entirely.
Still, you get closer, and finally, as I raise my left arm to make a point, you raise your right arm and hold it against mine. The electricity is there, yet I can feel myself relax against you.
You get up and walk away. When you return, you straddle me and pull me close to you. Your arms entwine around my stomach, and I can feel your left hand slide down my pants, fingers recognizing that I'm not wearing anything beneath them. I can feel your cock harden against my ass, and I move about, to fit you in more closely behind me.
"You ever done it in public?" you grumble into my ear. "Not yet," I whisper, as I feel your fingers enter me.
Your insistent fingers, dancing against the walls of me, teasing, filling, make me lean my head forward, try to curl up more tightly, as you lean against my back and breathe against my neck.
As the band plays onstage, and people start to notice what you're doing to me, I come. Quietly at first, then more loudly. This is what you do to me. I lose control under your fingers, so deep in me now, and the final recesses of orgasm overtake me. I collapse against you, catching my breath, as you look around at the people watching us and grin.
Still, you get closer, and finally, as I raise my left arm to make a point, you raise your right arm and hold it against mine. The electricity is there, yet I can feel myself relax against you.
You get up and walk away. When you return, you straddle me and pull me close to you. Your arms entwine around my stomach, and I can feel your left hand slide down my pants, fingers recognizing that I'm not wearing anything beneath them. I can feel your cock harden against my ass, and I move about, to fit you in more closely behind me.
"You ever done it in public?" you grumble into my ear. "Not yet," I whisper, as I feel your fingers enter me.
Your insistent fingers, dancing against the walls of me, teasing, filling, make me lean my head forward, try to curl up more tightly, as you lean against my back and breathe against my neck.
As the band plays onstage, and people start to notice what you're doing to me, I come. Quietly at first, then more loudly. This is what you do to me. I lose control under your fingers, so deep in me now, and the final recesses of orgasm overtake me. I collapse against you, catching my breath, as you look around at the people watching us and grin.
8.8.09
Where I Belong
Strapped down, pulled so far apart. A cock in my cunt, making me move upward to receive. Until...until...I'm so far up and open that there's another moving into my ass. So full; I can feel both in me, pushing me further open to take me more deeply. And another, yours, forcing my mouth open and pushing its way down my throat. I am full and all I can do is try to raise my body to move away - but there's no escape from being fully fucked.
My skin on fire; it doesn't matter where I'm touched, I can feel that sensation transmit directly to my clit. My clit, oh, I run my fingers down over my gorgeous clit while I am endlessly used. You, with your cock in my mouth, can feel me moan against you as I come. Again, and again. So much, so open, everywhere on my body is an erogenous zone.
My skin on fire; it doesn't matter where I'm touched, I can feel that sensation transmit directly to my clit. My clit, oh, I run my fingers down over my gorgeous clit while I am endlessly used. You, with your cock in my mouth, can feel me moan against you as I come. Again, and again. So much, so open, everywhere on my body is an erogenous zone.
2.8.09
My Neck
That look on your face. I'll never forget how you looked at me as you moved closer to me. Your eyes full of intensity combined with laughter. You know what I will experience and I do not. I begin to get nervous, my hands twitch a little as my knees dip. "Oh, honey, you should worry," you tell me as your approach and begin to run your fingers through my long dark hair. With a smile and a light kiss, you push me back. I try to stay still. I try not to fall back. I want to distract you from your plan because your eyes have scared me.
With one slap to the chest, I fall back. "It'll never work; why don't you just let me have you as I will? DO NOT ANSWER ME."
No foreplay, nothing to prepare me for the sudden feeling of fullness in my cunt. You're already in me, and it hurts, but my body begins to obey as it must. Harder you hit me, trying again to get past my cervix and full me entirely with you. I push back, meeting your rhythm so you can get the full feeling of me wrapped around your cock. I lift my chest to meet yours, rising from under you.
"Close your eyes," you command, and I lie back down and obey. I feel your hands on my neck, rubbing at first, feeling for the pressure points. My heart races as your fingers get near my jugular, but you then move away and massage the back of my neck, all while thrusting into me so deeply that I reach down to pull my legs even further apart. I'm lost in the sensation of your cock in me, your hands on my neck, your smell.
I feel your hands tighten around my neck and I twist, trying to get away from the pressure. I hear you chuckle as your fingers tighten. I can still breathe but I am now absolutely afraid. "Please," I whisper to you, "Please, don't". One hand is taken away, but before I can register it, you slap my face. Just as quickly, the hand goes back to my throat and tightens, just on that side, to remind me to behave.
Your thrusts get faster and I can feel my cunt get even wetter as my orgasm approaches. My neck, still trying to move away from your fingers, raises and lowers. But your cock in me, your body over me moving against my clit, oh, I don't think I can stop. The pleasure begins to outweigh the fear, and I have to come, come, oome so hard. The last thing I feel is your hands finally pushing against my neck as I whimper out my appreciation.
With one slap to the chest, I fall back. "It'll never work; why don't you just let me have you as I will? DO NOT ANSWER ME."
No foreplay, nothing to prepare me for the sudden feeling of fullness in my cunt. You're already in me, and it hurts, but my body begins to obey as it must. Harder you hit me, trying again to get past my cervix and full me entirely with you. I push back, meeting your rhythm so you can get the full feeling of me wrapped around your cock. I lift my chest to meet yours, rising from under you.
"Close your eyes," you command, and I lie back down and obey. I feel your hands on my neck, rubbing at first, feeling for the pressure points. My heart races as your fingers get near my jugular, but you then move away and massage the back of my neck, all while thrusting into me so deeply that I reach down to pull my legs even further apart. I'm lost in the sensation of your cock in me, your hands on my neck, your smell.
I feel your hands tighten around my neck and I twist, trying to get away from the pressure. I hear you chuckle as your fingers tighten. I can still breathe but I am now absolutely afraid. "Please," I whisper to you, "Please, don't". One hand is taken away, but before I can register it, you slap my face. Just as quickly, the hand goes back to my throat and tightens, just on that side, to remind me to behave.
Your thrusts get faster and I can feel my cunt get even wetter as my orgasm approaches. My neck, still trying to move away from your fingers, raises and lowers. But your cock in me, your body over me moving against my clit, oh, I don't think I can stop. The pleasure begins to outweigh the fear, and I have to come, come, oome so hard. The last thing I feel is your hands finally pushing against my neck as I whimper out my appreciation.
1.8.09
The Belt
You tell me, "Go into the other room and take off your top." I move quickly, because your voice has a determination in it. I get into what is essentially a closet and pull off my top and my bra. I know better than to wait for a second instruction.
You enter, and look me over. "Good girl," you tell me, as you begin to remove your belt. I know that you want to thrash me again. I begin to move into positions where I know you love to hit me. "Stay still," you command. I do.
As you entwine your belt in your hand, you approach me. You lean in close, very close, to my face, as you run the belt around my waist. I stay still, because this is different, and different generally means that I make mistakes. I don't want to make a mistake, so I pull my waist in more closely. Therein lies my fear.
You pull the notches tightly, more and more closely, until I'm cinched. I cannot take a deep breath, and the end of the belt is in your hands. You pull me near you, and push my chest back. Still, I cannot breathe deeply, but I know that this position is one of your favorites. All of my cunt and clit are before you, and I am only available if you allow me.
As you pull off my skirt, you turn me over. The belt twisting over me hurts, it runs against my skin, but I still enjoy the movement. Finally, you pull out your cock, and I can hear it, hear you losing your clothes, and anticipation makes me wet.
You slide your cock into me, as I'm so lifted above by your hand on the belt. I'm almost bent into two. God, baby, I lean back into you so I can ave you fill me. You move and I move; you lean back and I reach for you. Finally, the hard thrusts come. Your other hand moves over my clit, and maybe, please, maybe, I can come.
Then I feel your hand move away from my clit and your cock from my clit. At the same time, you push me down, just a bit, as you put your cock to my ass. I've already got your cock wet as you push, lightly, into my ass. Lightly doesn't work, as I am too tight to take you. You then push hard, too hard, but at the same time, release the belt. As I relax, I expand.
This is when you can finally enter me, deep, so deep...and your arms around my waist as you fuck me. Please, baby, please finish in. And finish me.
Your explosion in me and your release and relaxation make me feel perfect. I love your weight on me. I love you.
You enter, and look me over. "Good girl," you tell me, as you begin to remove your belt. I know that you want to thrash me again. I begin to move into positions where I know you love to hit me. "Stay still," you command. I do.
As you entwine your belt in your hand, you approach me. You lean in close, very close, to my face, as you run the belt around my waist. I stay still, because this is different, and different generally means that I make mistakes. I don't want to make a mistake, so I pull my waist in more closely. Therein lies my fear.
You pull the notches tightly, more and more closely, until I'm cinched. I cannot take a deep breath, and the end of the belt is in your hands. You pull me near you, and push my chest back. Still, I cannot breathe deeply, but I know that this position is one of your favorites. All of my cunt and clit are before you, and I am only available if you allow me.
As you pull off my skirt, you turn me over. The belt twisting over me hurts, it runs against my skin, but I still enjoy the movement. Finally, you pull out your cock, and I can hear it, hear you losing your clothes, and anticipation makes me wet.
You slide your cock into me, as I'm so lifted above by your hand on the belt. I'm almost bent into two. God, baby, I lean back into you so I can ave you fill me. You move and I move; you lean back and I reach for you. Finally, the hard thrusts come. Your other hand moves over my clit, and maybe, please, maybe, I can come.
Then I feel your hand move away from my clit and your cock from my clit. At the same time, you push me down, just a bit, as you put your cock to my ass. I've already got your cock wet as you push, lightly, into my ass. Lightly doesn't work, as I am too tight to take you. You then push hard, too hard, but at the same time, release the belt. As I relax, I expand.
This is when you can finally enter me, deep, so deep...and your arms around my waist as you fuck me. Please, baby, please finish in. And finish me.
Your explosion in me and your release and relaxation make me feel perfect. I love your weight on me. I love you.
14.6.09
Men's Room
I'm sitting in the bar, watching the fruitful and occasionally fruitless flirting happening around me. You've left me for a while now, because you need to see who's interested in a game. By now, I'm engaged in the same games - the glances, the quick smiles, the eyes running over their bodies.
My phone rings. "I'm calling from the men's room. Get here now," you tell me, and I balance on my heels while trying to gracefully slide the barstool back. I'm nothing if not trying to be graceful. Once arranged, I stride to the back of the room, carefully working both of my walks. I know this pleases you, my ability to have a forward walk, for those who see me approach, and a backwards walk, for those who see me exit. It's not easy to combine the two, but I manage.
I never question entering the men's room. I know better than to react. You're leaning against a closed stall, against that door. In front of you are mirrors and urinals. "Get down," you tell me, and I drop to my knees. There are men in there and they almost pull away from their business to watch me obey your command. I hope that they don't get too distracted; I know what this will mean.
You love showing me off. I love performing for you, even when it embarrasses me. Using just my mouth, I unbutton your pants and start pulling them down. I can smell your body now, and I lose my inhibitions are I get closer to your cock. Teeth first, I pull you into my mouth. The first taste of you is intoxicating; I sigh some as I feel you, so familiar and perfect, in me.
Suddenly I become aware of a pair of eyes watching me. I hear him inhale, deeply, and then start laughing. My self-awareness comes back and I pull away from you. "Don't you dare, my girl," you say to me, yet at the same time I can feel you stand a bit taller, and I know what you're threatening.
"Jealous?" you bark over my body to this miscreant. "If you'd only shown some respect, you might'd had her too." Grateful, I lean closer to your body and being to pull your cock deep into my throat. Thank you for defending me, I think, as I suck you in as deeply as I can. For my work in being grateful, I will earn you inside my cunt. For now, I love running my tongue over you, using my suction to entice you, and when you come in me, I feel marked by you. Marked as yours.
My phone rings. "I'm calling from the men's room. Get here now," you tell me, and I balance on my heels while trying to gracefully slide the barstool back. I'm nothing if not trying to be graceful. Once arranged, I stride to the back of the room, carefully working both of my walks. I know this pleases you, my ability to have a forward walk, for those who see me approach, and a backwards walk, for those who see me exit. It's not easy to combine the two, but I manage.
I never question entering the men's room. I know better than to react. You're leaning against a closed stall, against that door. In front of you are mirrors and urinals. "Get down," you tell me, and I drop to my knees. There are men in there and they almost pull away from their business to watch me obey your command. I hope that they don't get too distracted; I know what this will mean.
You love showing me off. I love performing for you, even when it embarrasses me. Using just my mouth, I unbutton your pants and start pulling them down. I can smell your body now, and I lose my inhibitions are I get closer to your cock. Teeth first, I pull you into my mouth. The first taste of you is intoxicating; I sigh some as I feel you, so familiar and perfect, in me.
Suddenly I become aware of a pair of eyes watching me. I hear him inhale, deeply, and then start laughing. My self-awareness comes back and I pull away from you. "Don't you dare, my girl," you say to me, yet at the same time I can feel you stand a bit taller, and I know what you're threatening.
"Jealous?" you bark over my body to this miscreant. "If you'd only shown some respect, you might'd had her too." Grateful, I lean closer to your body and being to pull your cock deep into my throat. Thank you for defending me, I think, as I suck you in as deeply as I can. For my work in being grateful, I will earn you inside my cunt. For now, I love running my tongue over you, using my suction to entice you, and when you come in me, I feel marked by you. Marked as yours.
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