A little snack

Her legs wrapped around my shoulders I lapped at her sweet cunt. Her moans mellow and intimate made me burn hotter. I could feel her hands in my hair not pulling but rather taking grasp as though she didn’t want me to leave. She shook and came, but I wouldn’t give up just then. I laid down on top of her my fingers between her lips fucking her hard and hitting that g spot like target practice and I was all bulls eyes. Her lips were sweet and soft as I kissed her and we shared the taste …ring…buzz…vibrate. 
I wake up and turn over in bed to see my phone buzzing and ringing away furiously. 
Fuck this. 
Thirst consumes me. Armed in boy shorts and nothing up top I hop over to the fridge to be once again disappointed by my low supplies. Neither Hef or Newcastle sounds good at 2 am. 
Laying back down I count away. Friday, 1. Saturday, 2. Sunday, 3. Monday, 4. The fourth night of wet dreams. My phone rings this time somehow communicating it’s urgency. Who could be calling me this late? I answer right before the last ring. A voice slurred and anxious asks me “Guess who?” 
After a conversation with much coaxing from both ends I get dressed in some shorts and a wife beater. Standing outside of my building you come around and whisk me away to your place. 
4 shots of Jack’s later, a multitude of song selections and a few opportune lap dances and I’m in your bed. We’ve gotten the first quick fuck out of the way and our now onto the big event. Toys now strewn on the bed, you tease me with a feather and quickly follow with the crop whip. You blind fold me and tie my hands behind my back. 
Your fingers are slick with lube and roaming my body. I shiver with anticipation. 
You play with my clit while holding my bound hands. Laying kisses on my back I look back in hopes of getting another long lingering taste of your lips. You tie the end of the rope you used to bound my hands on the bed post. Hanging head forward and kneeling you punish my bottom with a wide paddle. 
“Tell me how much you want to fuck me with that tight little cunt, you whore” 
Your commands are aggressive and almost snarled. I beg you I tell you I’ll be your whore every night and that I would please you to no end. You stop paddling me when you feel the moisture from between my legs increase. I feel you shifting around on the bed. 
Then a wave of ecstasy washes over me. Your under me. Your breath fresh on my clit, you waver and kiss inside of my thighs and grab my buttocks to give it a few sharp slaps. You lap slowly over my clit and I shake and moan. 
“Only sluts moan like that” another sharp slap. I gasp hard and groan outwardly. 
Your tongue is talented and it never ceases to pleasure me. Not once do you veer off track on purpose. Rather than bad you’re evil. You build me up and never let me cum. I almost pulling your hair out begging you asking you, please please please. Every time I almost climax you hear a repetition of “yes yes yes” and let go. I let out a wild scream through gritted teeth. Finally without licking or sucking you gently kiss my clit and I cum. I shake hard and bite my lower lip. 
“Would you like to fuck me now?” The question is absurd when coming from such a desirable man. 
You untie my hands, but forbid me from taking off the blindfold. Feeling my way in the dark I feel your body laying down and your hard cock pitching an invisible tent. My mouth has been waiting for it, unsatisfied with being filled with moans and words. Your pre cum tastes sweet and I deep throat to your delight. My hands love playing with you long thick cock going up and down squeezing the tip of your head. You grab me by the wrists and pull me up to straddle your cock. Gently you enter me and I slowly bounce up and down and settle into a rhythm. You push my hips harder into you make me grind and feel you deep inside. Bucking like a bull rider I moan I sweat I grab my hair in the heat of the moment. The blind fold comes off and it’s as if you’ve had your eyes on me the whole time. 
We change into various positions and after what feels like minutes, but was actually and hour and a half you get behind me and fuck me hard. To the point where it almost hurts but it feels so good. You pull out and I lay flat on my back. A synchronized movement. The warm spray of your cum on my chest makes me cum simultaneously as I rub my clit. 
The only thing left is the sound of hard breathing and the smiles plastered on both of our faces

The moment

I wanted to kiss you immediately upon seeing your smile. 

Deeply passionately intensely. 

My arms around your neck,  my hands in your hair. 

Beckoning you to tongue my wet warm mouth. 

Your hand on my throat pulling me in deeper, then dipping down to my plump tits. 

A shiver builds into a moan. 

Missed connection

You told me to come have a drink if I didn’t want to go home. And so I came but you weren’t there. I stared into my empty glass still a whiff of whiskey. Wondering what could have been. Would I see you again? Were you the one? Two people in a big city having a chance meeting. Something movies are made of, but we would have no happy ending. 

She can never hide

She can never hide from me 

Underneath the boisterous laugh 

That sly smirk 

Her childlike enthusiasm 

Underneath it all were those sad eyes 

The quiet pauses 

The way she looked down into her glass 

Remembering something so long ago 

She’d come back with a smile 

Trying to fight off the darkness 

Time + crushes 

I haven’t spent much time on the site lately instead I’ve gone out to lunches with friends, birthday parties and quality time with old flames and a couple new ones. And yet I still miss you all. Quiet entities of my life except when I really need to hear your words. Reading your blogs all the while thinking of things to say. Trying to correspond as passionately as I can before I once disappear into the fog. But alas I can never quite balance the two worlds. 
Other then that I’ve developed a crush on a fairly unknown porn star. He reminds me of my first boyfriend and lately that’s where my mind has been. Nostalgia. To be young again to re-experience things before they somehow got tainted. I imagine him kissing me as sweetly as those first virginal years and then him fucking me the way I like it now dirty, fast and naughtily. 
Which brings me to my next subject. I see theres a guy doing holistic dry humping in Santa Monica. At first I laughed thinking this guy must get laid a lot. Like what kind of women could resist not fucking him after getting all worked up? Then I remembered some women have more self control then… me. Apparently women say it takes them back to a more innocent experience with sex. What do you think? 

Lustfull monsters. 

It was then that I felt my friends hand on my thigh. She was stroking th top of my right thigh. Trying hard to make it into my inner thigh. 

We had absorbed the mutual feeling in the atmosphere, women in heat,mutually aroused. 

A second later and another woman’s hand was stroking my arm as I draped it behind my friends chair. Clenching my wrist and moving up. She was a girl I had complimented while I was outside. 

I took advantage of the close quarters and groped her ample bottom as some people squeezed by behind her. 

I also fondled sone ones zipper as I smile at him. 

Fact or fiction. 

After a few more smoke and a little more vodka I start to feel itm my panties noticeably throbbing, my juices running amok. I’m horn and I need to keep it under control. 
Only problem is I cant. The drugs running in my veins the vodka mellowing me out the beat blaring my body swaying. I can’t help but want to be a sex object. To be used and fondled. Im so horny I’m verging on eslcstwcy a’s the environment stimulated me.