every sunday i sit in the beautifully crafted, mostly uncomfortable pew at my church for an hour's commune with my lord and savior. i'm not looking to get into a philosophical discussion about how God feels about me or about how i am living my life, but i find it most unnerving and completely naughty (i'm surely going to hell for this) that when the pastor begins his sermon, my thoughts start to wander to my encounters with daniel. sometimes they are so vivid i find myself blushing scarlet and dying to fan myself with my hand. as terrible as it sounds it's highly arousing to be thinking the dirtiest of thoughts while attempting to look enraptured with the words falling out of the pastor's face. every sunday he preaches and EVERY Sunday I fidget, crossing and uncrossing my legs, while snippets of naughty encounters fly through my head.
this past week was no different. i can't even begin to remember what he was preaching about. all i could imagine was the feeling of daniel's strong hands pinning me to the bed as he banged me mercilessly. usually, as passionate as we can be, his hands support himself on the bed next to my head or alongside my body. this time, i'm not sure what got into him. everything was heightened as we were meeting for a short 2 hour rendezvous that would send me directly back to the man. he was incredibly forceful and utterly animal. his fingers left little red welts on my shoulders. i'm sure this act lasted no more than 5 minutes (we like variety!) but the memory of being completely at his mercy, almost forcibly so, has kept me on edge for the past few days.
i'm sure i'll have more for you next sunday....
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
Monday, October 27, 2008
well-into-the-evening delight, part 2...
I know I'm weird sometimes. And I know sometimes my darling Frances is still figuring out exactly how I work, I'm not quite what she's accustomed to. One thing I've been known to do occasionally - it's happened I don't know, maybe half a dozen times - is I'll sometimes come, but not exactly. The whole body experience will be there, the massive endorphin rush, and the big climax, and everything. Just not exactly... productive, if you get me.
And I guess it's neither here nor there especially, but the first time around for me on this particular day is one of those times. Just sharing. She kinda likes it, actually. Says it's very tantric.
Anyway. Following this, I'm dying to pay some attention to my dear Frances. I feel like I've barely touched her. As she lays there, a bit spent from our little mini-marathon, I slip down and enjoy my first taste of the day of her sweet pussy. Sigh. I adore the way she tastes. Sweet and subtle and fresh and tangy and clean. I could go on about it for hours...
I give her a joyful little slurp with my tongue and find her already soaking wet for me from our play. She softly moans her appreciation, and I bring a hand to join in. I plunge a few fingers into her waiting pussy, and gently tease another into her snug little ass. I begin to gently stroke and massage her from the inside as my tongue swirls gently around her tender little clit.
As usual, this combination sends Frances squirming and moaning in pleasure. She grabs a fistful of my hair, putting me exactly where she wants me. It seems I know exactly what she needs today, building her pleasure slowly, teasingly, with broad gentle caresses and feathery nibbles, then harder, faster, with bold strokes and precise little circles. Soon she is gasping, writhing, dying to come for me.
The right stroke finally nudges her over the edge, and she moans beautifully as I feel her squeeze tightly around my hand. Wave upon wave of pleasure runs through her as she comes long and hard for me. She never believes me, but this is my favorite part. Finally, she flops to the pillow, limp, gasping for breath...
"FUCK, baby..." she pants, shaking her head. "God damn, that went on forever."
"I know," I smirk, more than a little smug, and wrap my lips back around her for more.
To be continued...
And I guess it's neither here nor there especially, but the first time around for me on this particular day is one of those times. Just sharing. She kinda likes it, actually. Says it's very tantric.
Anyway. Following this, I'm dying to pay some attention to my dear Frances. I feel like I've barely touched her. As she lays there, a bit spent from our little mini-marathon, I slip down and enjoy my first taste of the day of her sweet pussy. Sigh. I adore the way she tastes. Sweet and subtle and fresh and tangy and clean. I could go on about it for hours...
I give her a joyful little slurp with my tongue and find her already soaking wet for me from our play. She softly moans her appreciation, and I bring a hand to join in. I plunge a few fingers into her waiting pussy, and gently tease another into her snug little ass. I begin to gently stroke and massage her from the inside as my tongue swirls gently around her tender little clit.
As usual, this combination sends Frances squirming and moaning in pleasure. She grabs a fistful of my hair, putting me exactly where she wants me. It seems I know exactly what she needs today, building her pleasure slowly, teasingly, with broad gentle caresses and feathery nibbles, then harder, faster, with bold strokes and precise little circles. Soon she is gasping, writhing, dying to come for me.
The right stroke finally nudges her over the edge, and she moans beautifully as I feel her squeeze tightly around my hand. Wave upon wave of pleasure runs through her as she comes long and hard for me. She never believes me, but this is my favorite part. Finally, she flops to the pillow, limp, gasping for breath...
"FUCK, baby..." she pants, shaking her head. "God damn, that went on forever."
"I know," I smirk, more than a little smug, and wrap my lips back around her for more.
To be continued...
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
well-into-the-evening delight, part 1.
we both agreed that last night was one of the best nights we've spent together. we often can only share these brief windows of 5 or 6 hours, so needless to say, we don't go out much.
as i sat waiting (not very patiently) in the car, daniel went to secure us a room. i was already wet and craving him after our quick lunch that included not only yummy culinary delights, but some blatant fondling and intense flirting. being the text addicts that we are i decided to torture him as he stood waiting in the lobby of the hotel.
"SO...you're going to let me suck your cock soon right?"
to which he responds:
"Definitely, love. And you're gonna let me taste your sweet pussy soon right?
knowing that he was getting my messages I just kept sending one after another.
"you know i've been wet for you from the moment you kissed me right?"
"dying to have you inside of me, you know. need some intimate face time. slow and loungy..."
"then maybe you'll tun me over and grab my hair and give it to me all rough like."
he didn't have time to respond, but soon my phone vibrates (mmm...a pleasant reminder of something to come)
"Mm..Grrr...Get your ass over here."
I follow, a few paces behind, to the door of our room. He pulls me inside and immediately pushes me up against the wall-desk standard in these cheap hotel rooms we find. kissing me fiercely he throws off my coat, his hands running over my body. soon my shirt is over my head and he's removing my bra. i moan as his lips find my nipples. my pants hit the floor and his strong fingers are pawing at me over my black lacy panties. i work to undo the buckle on his belt.
when we are both completely naked I assume we'll move to the bed, but he surprises me by turning me around and bending me over the wall-desk he had me pinned against moments before. in an instant he is inside me, pounding me roughly. his hands find my shoulders and soon one is twined in my hair, forcing my head back to stare at us in the mirror on the wall. i moan. the sight of him enjoying me is always such a turn on. all too soon he tires of this and throws me to the bed.
we move quickly with an intensity that makes the air electric. he is on top of me, missionary style, alternating between this deep pounding and intense long, slow strokes. i stare up with longing and we kiss as if we would bite each others faces off. we are both panting. i gently take his face in my hands.
"i'm so sorry baby" I whisper intently, his lips just inches from mine. turning his big blue eyes to mine i feel rather than hear him say, "it's ok love" and he kisses me as hard as he can. i almost cry at this exchange.
i had unintentionally misled him about some intimate goings-on at home when we had expressly decided to be painfully honest with each other. i owe him more than this humble sorry for his understanding, but we called it even with this. our non-words speaking almost as much as my act of contrition.
he does this sweet little tuck and roll, pulling me on my side to be spoon-fucked. it's slow, cozy, his arms embracing me. I always feel so tiny and safe in his arms.
Having sufficiently caught our breath he kneels above me, straddling my leg, with me still on my side. we are completely entwined. my leg curling seductively around his hip. holding my leg tightly he drives deep into me. it is ridiculously deep, filling me till i'm begging him to stop.
Our medley of positions continues as he turns me onto my stomach pulling my hips up til i present myself to him. He knows this is one of my favorite positions and doesn't go easy on me. I am panting and moaning and growling into the pillow as he pulls me toward him with each thrust.
"More!" I command, and push my ass back to meet his every thrust.
"Fuck me harder" I pant and am rewarded with the sound of his huge balls slapping my clit.
craving our intense facetime, i end up on my back again.
"come for me baby" i plead wrapping myself around his strong frame. His breath is coming faster and i can see the 'game face' start to appear. soon I'm riding the waves of his pleasure and he collapses on top of me.
i just love watching him come. the way he inhales, the furrow in his brow, how he peeks at me through half closed eyelids. watching that makes me want to come myself...
as i sat waiting (not very patiently) in the car, daniel went to secure us a room. i was already wet and craving him after our quick lunch that included not only yummy culinary delights, but some blatant fondling and intense flirting. being the text addicts that we are i decided to torture him as he stood waiting in the lobby of the hotel.
"SO...you're going to let me suck your cock soon right?"
to which he responds:
"Definitely, love. And you're gonna let me taste your sweet pussy soon right?
knowing that he was getting my messages I just kept sending one after another.
"you know i've been wet for you from the moment you kissed me right?"
"dying to have you inside of me, you know. need some intimate face time. slow and loungy..."
"then maybe you'll tun me over and grab my hair and give it to me all rough like."
he didn't have time to respond, but soon my phone vibrates (mmm...a pleasant reminder of something to come)
"Mm..Grrr...Get your ass over here."
I follow, a few paces behind, to the door of our room. He pulls me inside and immediately pushes me up against the wall-desk standard in these cheap hotel rooms we find. kissing me fiercely he throws off my coat, his hands running over my body. soon my shirt is over my head and he's removing my bra. i moan as his lips find my nipples. my pants hit the floor and his strong fingers are pawing at me over my black lacy panties. i work to undo the buckle on his belt.
when we are both completely naked I assume we'll move to the bed, but he surprises me by turning me around and bending me over the wall-desk he had me pinned against moments before. in an instant he is inside me, pounding me roughly. his hands find my shoulders and soon one is twined in my hair, forcing my head back to stare at us in the mirror on the wall. i moan. the sight of him enjoying me is always such a turn on. all too soon he tires of this and throws me to the bed.
we move quickly with an intensity that makes the air electric. he is on top of me, missionary style, alternating between this deep pounding and intense long, slow strokes. i stare up with longing and we kiss as if we would bite each others faces off. we are both panting. i gently take his face in my hands.
"i'm so sorry baby" I whisper intently, his lips just inches from mine. turning his big blue eyes to mine i feel rather than hear him say, "it's ok love" and he kisses me as hard as he can. i almost cry at this exchange.
i had unintentionally misled him about some intimate goings-on at home when we had expressly decided to be painfully honest with each other. i owe him more than this humble sorry for his understanding, but we called it even with this. our non-words speaking almost as much as my act of contrition.
he does this sweet little tuck and roll, pulling me on my side to be spoon-fucked. it's slow, cozy, his arms embracing me. I always feel so tiny and safe in his arms.
Having sufficiently caught our breath he kneels above me, straddling my leg, with me still on my side. we are completely entwined. my leg curling seductively around his hip. holding my leg tightly he drives deep into me. it is ridiculously deep, filling me till i'm begging him to stop.
Our medley of positions continues as he turns me onto my stomach pulling my hips up til i present myself to him. He knows this is one of my favorite positions and doesn't go easy on me. I am panting and moaning and growling into the pillow as he pulls me toward him with each thrust.
"More!" I command, and push my ass back to meet his every thrust.
"Fuck me harder" I pant and am rewarded with the sound of his huge balls slapping my clit.
craving our intense facetime, i end up on my back again.
"come for me baby" i plead wrapping myself around his strong frame. His breath is coming faster and i can see the 'game face' start to appear. soon I'm riding the waves of his pleasure and he collapses on top of me.
i just love watching him come. the way he inhales, the furrow in his brow, how he peeks at me through half closed eyelids. watching that makes me want to come myself...
Thursday, October 16, 2008
Beginning at the beginning...
November 21, 2007:
Frances:
>>i am totally ok with anything and everything.
>>unfortunately i don't think everyone else will be totally
>>ok with everything. thus i am game for whatever i can
>>get.
>>unfortunately i don't think everyone else will be totally
>>ok with everything. thus i am game for whatever i can
>>get.
Daniel:
I like the sounds of that. I think you and I are not gonna be the ones making the rules, we're gonna be the ones seeing what we can get away with... ;-)
I like the sounds of that. I think you and I are not gonna be the ones making the rules, we're gonna be the ones seeing what we can get away with... ;-)
Frances:
LOL. I LIKE THE SOUND OF THAT. I'M GLAD YOU ARE NOT THE JEALOUS TYPE. I DO THINK OUR SIGNIFICANT OTHERS MAY POSE A BIT OF TROUBLE... I WILL WORK ON (the Man). YOU WORK ON (the Mrs.) AND WE'LL SEE HOW MUCH WE CAN GET AWAY WITH. I HAVE TO SAY, BETWEEN US...I WOULDN'T MIND...MAYBE...WITH YOU... I CAN'T SAY WHAT I WOULDN'T MIND. YOU'LL JUST HAVE TO WAIT. I'LL WHISPER IT IN YOUR EAR
LOL. I LIKE THE SOUND OF THAT. I'M GLAD YOU ARE NOT THE JEALOUS TYPE. I DO THINK OUR SIGNIFICANT OTHERS MAY POSE A BIT OF TROUBLE... I WILL WORK ON (the Man). YOU WORK ON (the Mrs.) AND WE'LL SEE HOW MUCH WE CAN GET AWAY WITH. I HAVE TO SAY, BETWEEN US...I WOULDN'T MIND...MAYBE...WITH YOU... I CAN'T SAY WHAT I WOULDN'T MIND. YOU'LL JUST HAVE TO WAIT. I'LL WHISPER IT IN YOUR EAR
And that was how it all began...
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