Last night I dreamt that he watched me shower, and then led me to the floor in front of my parents' bed in order to fuck me. Do what thou whilst, Freudians...
But it reminded me of an interesting evening I shared with a guy from high school. It was graduation time, and he had never shown any interest in me before. My only interest in him was because my best friend had a thing for him, and him her. So of course this meant that I had to have him.
He called me over to his house one evening, and I went, wearing a cute shorts-and-top outfit. There were candles and soft lighting, conversation, lingering glances, but not much else; still, the room felt charged with erotica. He pulled out a camera and told me he wanted to film me. I was awkward and shy - I've never liked my still image, and I knew I wouldn't like a my moving image. But I felt powerless beneath him and I agreed to be taped.
He asked me questions about my thoughts about friends, graduation, and plans. He asked me how much life experience I'd had. He asked me about my sexual experience. Then, with my hand running over the top of my left breast, he told me that I was a slut. I paused. He said it again, more gently, "You're a slut. You know you are," and smiled at me in a way that made me tingle.
"Now tell me, tell me you're a slut. Look into the camera and tell it that you're a slut." And I did. I did because I wanted him. I said it because I didn't believe it as much as I did believe it.
He leaned me back, pushed my shorts and panties aside, and entered me. We fucked, fully clothed, and then, after he returned from washing his hands, I knew I was dismissed. I left, and on my way home, it occurred to me that we had never kissed.
12.12.09
30.11.09
Show Off
"Lie back, my girl," he tells me, as I recline across the bed. "I want you to do something for me. Something you've resisted, and it's about damn time you've shown me."
He hands me my toys, the ones he's seen in the drawer and sometimes, fully fitted with batteries and next to my bedside. "Tonight, you're going to get yourself off for me."
I take the smaller vibrator from him and warm it with my hands. I'm not good at showing off like this, because the stories I tell myself in my head are not always the fantasies I want to share. This real occasion is one of my favorites, and I want to be good for him - for me.
I reach down with the pink vibrator in my right hand and open myself with my left hand. I spread open my lips and touch the right side of my clit with the buzzing vibrator, feeling the sensation wrap around me. It makes me twitch and want to lift my hips, but I have to be sure that I'm actually getting myself off and not just pleasing him. He knows the difference. As I rub myself with the toy, the sensations begin, and I wonder when I'll get so wet I'll drip down my inner thighs. Soon. Very soon.
Light touches and then harder ones. I know exactly where I want to be massaged with the vibrator, and I know that he wants to see, to know more exactly where I get my pleasure.
I feel the wetness from inside my cunt and reach for the curved blue long vibrator. I switch it on before putting it inside me. I fuck myself like he does - no pretense. He likes to be in me before I realize it and am ready. I feel the tip reach my cervix and push further. I run the smaller toy over and over, from underneath, the tip of my clit.
I'm writhing now, and trying to pull myself away from such pleasure. I can see him above me. He's got his cock in his hand, stroking quickly, and I mirror his movements. "Oh, baby, oh," I tell him, as I get closer to coming.
"You want my cock?" he asks me, and I absolutely do. "You'll have it once you get yourself off, and you better come before I do. Your timing determines how many people you will have tonight. They will fuck you and not care."
He hands me my toys, the ones he's seen in the drawer and sometimes, fully fitted with batteries and next to my bedside. "Tonight, you're going to get yourself off for me."
I take the smaller vibrator from him and warm it with my hands. I'm not good at showing off like this, because the stories I tell myself in my head are not always the fantasies I want to share. This real occasion is one of my favorites, and I want to be good for him - for me.
I reach down with the pink vibrator in my right hand and open myself with my left hand. I spread open my lips and touch the right side of my clit with the buzzing vibrator, feeling the sensation wrap around me. It makes me twitch and want to lift my hips, but I have to be sure that I'm actually getting myself off and not just pleasing him. He knows the difference. As I rub myself with the toy, the sensations begin, and I wonder when I'll get so wet I'll drip down my inner thighs. Soon. Very soon.
Light touches and then harder ones. I know exactly where I want to be massaged with the vibrator, and I know that he wants to see, to know more exactly where I get my pleasure.
I feel the wetness from inside my cunt and reach for the curved blue long vibrator. I switch it on before putting it inside me. I fuck myself like he does - no pretense. He likes to be in me before I realize it and am ready. I feel the tip reach my cervix and push further. I run the smaller toy over and over, from underneath, the tip of my clit.
I'm writhing now, and trying to pull myself away from such pleasure. I can see him above me. He's got his cock in his hand, stroking quickly, and I mirror his movements. "Oh, baby, oh," I tell him, as I get closer to coming.
"You want my cock?" he asks me, and I absolutely do. "You'll have it once you get yourself off, and you better come before I do. Your timing determines how many people you will have tonight. They will fuck you and not care."
16.11.09
First Night
As I rested my body across him, he posed a question. "Will you suck my cock?" he asked, and honestly, I giggled. He said, "Or laugh at me." I told him to give me few minutes. It had been a while since I'd been near his body, and I wanted to explore all of him before we started fucking.
I ran my fingers over his tattoos, tantalizing him. After a bit of touches and kisses, my fingers neared his belly button. Soon after, my mouth followed. I licked at him, wandering my hands, body, mouth, tongue.
Without even realizing where I was, I found my mouth at the base of his cock. HIS cock. The one I've adored forever. My first lap at him was perfection. His reaction was more so. I sucked him in, savoring his taste, his shape, his movements - to get him more comfortable.
On him, I sucked, and sucked, and sucked. He's so big - it's hard to take him in entirely. Yet his cock swelled under my tongue, and although I knew it would be perfection for him to come in my mouth, he pulled me away.
"Kiss me," he said. So I did. The taste of his mouth and his cock at the same time made me move over him.
"Put my cock into you," he said, and I guided him into my cunt. I was already wet, anticipating what I wanted to happen. I was astride him, feeling his cock hit my every depth. "Wait, no..." I exhaled, for he was so big that it almost hurt.
"Please, baby," I said, as I tried to raise myself over him again. His hands grabbed my hips and forced me down, to take him in fully. He hit my cervix and beyond again and again.
"Tell me that you're my slut - my slut wife," he told me. "I am," I panted, as I got closer to orgasm.
"TELL ME," he said. As I came, so hard, I said, "I am your slut wife. Any and every one."
I ran my fingers over his tattoos, tantalizing him. After a bit of touches and kisses, my fingers neared his belly button. Soon after, my mouth followed. I licked at him, wandering my hands, body, mouth, tongue.
Without even realizing where I was, I found my mouth at the base of his cock. HIS cock. The one I've adored forever. My first lap at him was perfection. His reaction was more so. I sucked him in, savoring his taste, his shape, his movements - to get him more comfortable.
On him, I sucked, and sucked, and sucked. He's so big - it's hard to take him in entirely. Yet his cock swelled under my tongue, and although I knew it would be perfection for him to come in my mouth, he pulled me away.
"Kiss me," he said. So I did. The taste of his mouth and his cock at the same time made me move over him.
"Put my cock into you," he said, and I guided him into my cunt. I was already wet, anticipating what I wanted to happen. I was astride him, feeling his cock hit my every depth. "Wait, no..." I exhaled, for he was so big that it almost hurt.
"Please, baby," I said, as I tried to raise myself over him again. His hands grabbed my hips and forced me down, to take him in fully. He hit my cervix and beyond again and again.
"Tell me that you're my slut - my slut wife," he told me. "I am," I panted, as I got closer to orgasm.
"TELL ME," he said. As I came, so hard, I said, "I am your slut wife. Any and every one."
28.10.09
8.10.09
From another night
I see you, looking at me as I walk toward another room. The image of you in the mirror is intoxicating. I add a different sway to my step, knowing you're absorbing every detail. Suddenly, you're next to me in the doorway.
"Lean back," you tell me, and I do. I don't know if you're trying to get past me - I don't know what you have on your mind.
My shoulders are against that doorway, and I can feel your hand arching my body into the position you want. Shoulders and ankles touching the wall. You dip under me, and I can see a glimpse of your hard cock moving toward me. As you enter me, without any introduction, I'm glad for the position in which you placed me. My knees buckle with pleasure. I also want to guide you further into me.
You feel so good in me. In this position, I can watch your face as you focus on my body. Once the tip of your cock reaches my cervix, I see you relax your face. You've got me now. You own me. Your length fills me; yet I grind to get you deeper.
"Oh, god," I say, as I squeeze you in me. "Oh, god!" I whisper as I know you're so deeply into me. "It's not god; it's me," you say, into my hair, as I feel the beginnings of orgasm.
The grin on your face as you fuck me in the doorway of my bathroom is all I need. I come, and keep coming, as I milk your cock with my cunt muscles.
The feeling of you coming into me makes me come again. I love this.
"Lean back," you tell me, and I do. I don't know if you're trying to get past me - I don't know what you have on your mind.
My shoulders are against that doorway, and I can feel your hand arching my body into the position you want. Shoulders and ankles touching the wall. You dip under me, and I can see a glimpse of your hard cock moving toward me. As you enter me, without any introduction, I'm glad for the position in which you placed me. My knees buckle with pleasure. I also want to guide you further into me.
You feel so good in me. In this position, I can watch your face as you focus on my body. Once the tip of your cock reaches my cervix, I see you relax your face. You've got me now. You own me. Your length fills me; yet I grind to get you deeper.
"Oh, god," I say, as I squeeze you in me. "Oh, god!" I whisper as I know you're so deeply into me. "It's not god; it's me," you say, into my hair, as I feel the beginnings of orgasm.
The grin on your face as you fuck me in the doorway of my bathroom is all I need. I come, and keep coming, as I milk your cock with my cunt muscles.
The feeling of you coming into me makes me come again. I love this.
12.9.09
The Boat
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.
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.
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.
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