Little kisses on my toes. Delicious.
It seems that I might be making a scene, sitting naked, legs spread, fucking myself with a vibrator and pushing it into my clit, in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of my living room. Our building is still quite new so people are always curious… I wonder what that cyclist is thinking, as he rides by and gives a casual glance this direction.
I want your cock in my mouth, I want to twist my tongue around it, lick it, suck it, taste it, revel in it. I want you to grab my hair, pull my head back and force your way down my throat… but not now.
First I need to be fucked, to be tied to the bed to have my entire existence focus on a few spots. I want you to make me ask for more, beg for more, plead for more, and then to fuck me until I think I can’t take any more.
But then of course I want more, I want it harder, I want to feel all of your cock in me, the length of it pulling out and thrusting in, the way it forces through any resistance. I want your fingers digging into my hips pulling me back with each stroke so you can fuck me deeper, harder, than the time before. I want you to make outrageous propositions, “I think I should tie you to the railing of the balcony.”
I want you to lick my pussy and to fuck me with your fingers at the same time. I want it to be risky, I want the neighbors to see, to come out and ask what all the fuss is about. I don’t want to explain - I don’t even want to know they’re there. I want to be so engulfed in the feeling of your cock and my desire to please it that nothing else even has the potential to matter.
Staying in bed while the sunlight moves across the wall and midday approaches. Delicious.
Dinner for Two
We stand facing each other, close, touching. Everything is quiet except for the sound of our hands rubbing against the fabric of the other’s clothing. I wrap my arms around your neck and pull you in, kiss you. One of your hands strokes my back while the other comes around my side and caresses my breasts. My nipples harden at the contact, but you maintain your gentle touch, just pulling me towards you, kissing me, and us touching each other.
Your hand moves down my body, to the place where my dress ties closed. You break contact with my lips and look down at the neat bow, the only thing keeping my dress on. With obvious relish you pull the strings, releasing the knot. You slide my dress open in the front, then off my shoulders and down my arms, until it lands on the floor in a silky pile. For the first time, you see the collection of undergarments you’d only felt before. I’m standing before you, now, in a black corset, lacy black panties, sheer black thigh-high stockings held up by the corset’s garters, and black heels. I can tell that it takes you a moment to take it all in, but it isn’t long before your hands find your way back to my body and your lips to mine. You see that my panties are on top of the stockings, and you slide two fingers into the sides of them. Then you kneel in front of me and pull the panties down, over my hips and off, carefully navigating them over my heels. You stay in that position for a minute, and then use a finger to caress the outer lips of my pussy. Even there you can tell how wet I am, how much this slow process is turning me on. You stand up and take a step back to look at me - most of my body covered, but with my pussy exposed.
I step forward, curtailing your view, and begin taking off your shirt. I unbutton it and slide it off your shoulders as you did my dress. Next I pull off your undershirt, then undo your belt. I kneel before you and unbutton your pants, unzip your fly, and tug your pants off. Your boxers cannot even attempt to hide your huge erection, but I barely touch it as I take your boxers off, leaving you completely naked in front of me. I stare at your cock for a moment, admiring, then give it a little kiss and stand back up. I walk away from you - the corset and stockings draw your attention to my ass - and lie down on the bed. I shift to the middle of the bed and lie on my back with my knees up and legs spread, my high heels digging into the blanket. I lick my fingers and start rubbing them along the outside of my pussy, feeling the smooth, hairless sensation. You watch with one hand on your cock, slowly rubbing it as my fingers explore closer and closer to my clit. I run my fingers all the way around my clit, teasing, and then close my eyes as I start to rub it. Suddenly my eyes jolt open as I feel something warm and wet join my fingers. I look down and see your face buried in my pussy, licking me, sending jolts of good feeling up my body. You add your fingers - sometimes pushing inside of me, sometimes teasing my clit - and I grow hotter, more urgent. I start to move my hips in time with your fingers.
Before long I can’t resist the urge to have your cock inside of me, so I pull you up to meet my lips. I can taste myself on your lips, in your mouth, and that turns me on even more. I flip you off of me and onto your back, then reach to the bedside table. I grab a condom, but then bring my mouth down to your cock. I couldn’t resist the opportunity to feel you inside my mouth, to look up at you and smile as you look back at me. Finally, I open the condom, and with my mouth still tantalizingly close to your cock, I put the condom in my mouth. As my lips slide it down your shaft, you feel an insatiable urge to be inside of me. I roll the condom down the rest of the way with my hand, and without letting go I shift my body up. Finally, after too much delay, I guide your cock into my dripping wet pussy. The initial sensation is so wonderful, I just feel completely full. You rub up against all of the right places inside of me, and I rub my clit against your body at the same time. I sit up, away from you, and you look up to take in the scene - you can see your cock going in and out of my pussy, right beside my stocking-clad thighs. Behind that you notice that my heels are still on, and directly in front of you, the garters frame my pussy and your cock and lead your eye up my corset to my breasts and hard nipples. I lean forward a bit and you reach up for my breasts, pulling them out of the corset so that it now pushes them up and out instead of keeping them hidden. You pinch and twist my nipples and I lean closer into you, kissing you wildly and rubbing my clit against you even harder. I totally lose myself in the bliss of the moment; I know I can no longer control anything I’m doing.
You interrupt and tell me to stop and get off the bed, which I do. You sit up and tell me to go bend over the desk in the corner. I go, and look back over at you, and you can’t help but smile at me. You jump out of bed and get behind me, filling me once again with your cock, but this time hitting all different delicious depths. I can’t help but cry out in ecstasy as I again lose touch with reality. You grab my hips, garter belts, corset, anything in an effort to go deeper, harder, into me. I reward your efforts with cries of joy, and beg you not to stop, but instead to go harder, to give me more. I can hear you breathing harder, moaning with pleasure, and know you must be enjoying yourself as much as I am. Your pace quickens and my pleasure builds more, more, to unimaginable heights, completely impossible to relate. I feel your fingers digging into my flesh, harder, and then - when I am sure I will collapse if I feel any more pleasure - you pull my hips back into yours as you come, the spasms and releases extending from your cock through your entire body. We stay still for a moment, neither of us able to move at all. Eventually you slide out of me, throw the condom aside, and I turn to meet your embrace and your kiss.
When I catch my breath I look over at the clock - we’re late for our dinner reservations. We dress quickly, but I leave my panties behind - a little reminder of the “dessert” we will make once we come home.
Licking up the homemade honey whipped cream that mysteriously splattered all over you. Delicious.
I cannot believe how horny I am… I tilt my pelvis forward so that the seam of my jeans hits the seat at each bump, consequently rubbing against my clit. I consider that today I had a cock in my mouth before breakfast - but still it did nothing to stop me from wanting more. I want my clothes ripped off, legs spread, cock thrusting…
I want all of those fantasies I had during the lunch meeting to come true, but I hope my colleagues don’t know. I want to know if people were suspicious of the zipper down the front of my shirt, and its tendency to slip down throughout the course of the day. I want to have feelings so intense, be they pain or pleasure or a mixture, that they make me forget that I have a mind… and at the same time, that drive me so far beyond ‘everyday life’ that I forget I have a body.
I want my entire being focused on a few burning spots - concentrated in effort and exhilaration. I want to be fucked from all sides, I want my nipples twisted and pulled, I want to be tied to the tree in the park while you eat me out, your knees crushing the new spring flowers.
Oh, and let me tell you, I want so much more…
The best recipes are the ones where you start cooking, then leave something to simmer on low for a while… your house smells amazing, you’ve got 45 minutes to kill and your dinner date has just arrived.
When you’re going down on me, it’s as if my body extends to accommodate all of the pleasure you’re delivering with your lips and tongue. I look down at you, and you must be 5, maybe 10 feet away. My torso is long, so long, but every inch of it is alive with sensation.
The intensity creates a divergence in the way time and space normally operate, and I am stretched to accommodate you. Stretching, growing, filling with ecstasy.
I wouldn’t have noticed, except that the other day I was in the tub, marveling at just how nearby that delicious pussy is.
The indent next to a man’s hips that leads the way directly to his cock. Delicious.
Little bubbles dancing up my back in the bathtub. Delicious.
Eye candy at the gym. Gorgeous views for 1/4 of every lap. Motivational. Delicious.
Your hand on the small of my back, just barely displacing the lace of my panties. Delicious.
