I feel his hands move near me. Slap! I feel, as he hits my thighs, forcing them apart with his movements. My legs open, each slap harder, more insistant. I feel my wetness increase. Having him near me always has me ready, but the strength of his palms increase my readiness.

I'm open now, available, excited and a bit raw from his intensity. He's over me now, and his arms move under my thighs, pulling my legs up and wider. As he positions himself between my legs, I raise them higher, around his back. My ankles intertwine in readiness. I'm not yet touching him, but he's where he should be.

The first thrust makes me gasp. My head rolls back; I feel him move deeper into me. I extend down to accept his hard cock all the way into me.

I look up at him, wrapping my arms around his back, pulling him closer. He pulls away, so I bring my arms back and run my fingers over his chest and arms, feeling the muscles contract. I watch his face - he's determined as he runs into me, again and again.

He looks down at me and smiles. Now, I think, please, now. He raises his body away and I look between my legs to see that thick, hard cock move in and out of me. Watching him in me makes me wetter. I can feel the beginnings of orgasm, just because I can see him in me. He looks down as well, and then his movements change.

He gets harder now, and bangs my cervix over and over again. It would be painful if it weren't for his face, body, smell all over me.

He looks at me again, then raises his head and focuses. I'm close, more ready with each thrust. He, with each entry, says, Mine. Mine. Mine. Those words, him in me, it's perfect. I begin to come, feeling his girth in every part of my pussy, his length against my tightening cervix. Mine, mine, mine. I explode and feel him do the same in me. His come in me, his cock in me, is why I exist.

Story Via Text

All curves and heat, these three women are driven by lust and the smell of your body. One lies astride you, exploring your chest with her tongue.

Another straddles your head, massaging your face with her warm fingers. The last, the youngest, moves eagerly around your legs.

She's all enthusiasm, using her hands and askew limbs to learn your tight muscles. You relax, dropping your legs apart as she pushes her head between them.

The sound of kisses and the smell of sex permeate the room. You find you can no longer stay still as these women writhe around you and take you into them. Teeth, tongues, fingers. Flesh on flesh on flesh.

(I know, not my best. But not too shabby considering I was at work and interacting with a coworker while writing these texts in less than 5 minutes. Tell me a little of what you like and I'll write something for you.)

A Dream, A Memory

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.

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."

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."

Playful

I say, quickly, "Are you ready for bed? Would you like to sleep with me?"

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.