Tuesday, May 26, 2009
f 5/25/09 2:57 am: grr... that was intense love. you would've been proud. found that one little spot off to the side that you like and i worked it til it burned and ached and blossomed into a pretty big one. only could've been better with a few of your fingers buried inside me working my g spot, but not bad overall! :-) i love that you're teaching ME how to come super hard. that's a little funny, but grr...
It IS kinda funny, love, cause I feel like you taught ME that spot! Maybe we found it together...?
"Turn around and bend over."
I commanded from my perch on the bed. We were both naked and clean. Daniel complied with my request and laying tummy down crosswise on the bed I was face to cheek with the soft skin of his ass. I cupped his balls in my hand and caught some skin between my teeth. He moaned and relaxed into me, spreading his legs wider.
I cooed, pushing him further forward, til he was forced to rest his face on his arms on the table in front of him. I gently spread him with my hands to take a peek at his little pink star. He moaned anticipating my next move. I gently started probing him with one finger as I tried to work my face lower, around my hands to wrap my lips around his balls. It wasn't possible. I turned over to my back, my finger never leaving, swirling inside, and my mouth found it's way around his sack.
"God damn baby" he mumbled into his arms.
Cock-whore that I am, I didn't last long staring up at his hardness, begging me to suck it. Adjusting again, I swallowed him, wrapping my arms around his legs to pull him deeply down my throat. Pulling away, I swirled my tongue around his plump head (my favorite spot) and stroked under its ridge (his favorite spot). No longer able to keep still he bent his knees and began fucking my face. He grabbed my hair, roughly forcing his cock down my throat. I gagged and struggled free, my eyes watering.
This is the ultimate submission, allowing him to use me for his pleasure. It is exhilarating and frightening at the same time. I have to fight my gag reflex. I have to fight my brain begging for air when he doesn't let go. I have to fight my pride telling me that no one should be in charge of my body but me. I fight these things, yet at my core swallowing his cock is what I want. It makes me wet. It turns me on. I trust Daniel implicitly. He only gives me as much as I can take. He pushes past what I "think" I can take to show me what I can ACTUALLY take.
Pulling out, he spun around and began fucking my face again, his balls tea bagging my nose with the action. He leaned over, forcing himself further down my throat, his hands and knees resting on the bed. He stopped, his balls covering my nose and his cock firmly impaling me. Surprised and unready I barely had enough breath to last a moment. I struggled, gagging, panicking. He didn't withdraw. He wanted me to know he was in charge. I retreated, pushing back frantically, my survival instinct taking over. I coughed, my throat raw. A line of thick spit still connected his cock and my hungry mouth. Catching my breath, I devoured him again, briefly taking back control. He leaned over my soaked pussy. His tongue slipped between my lips. His fingers pawed at me. Entered. Reached for that inner spot as his warm mouth surrounded my burning clit. My natural instinct was to scream in pleasure, but his hips pushed down, forcing his cock to the back of my throat.
This was the hottest moment. The conflicting emotions. Pleasure and irrational fear. Pleasure and 'pain'. Intense. Raw. Animal. Daniel is constantly opening my eyes, my mind. Together we explore these avenues of sensuality and nothing is taboo. I submit to him and he to me. There is the perfect amount of give and take. We are both dominant and submissive.
I gagged, feeling the bile rise in my throat. He retreats for the final time, leaving me gasping for breath. We move on to something else, my throat open and my will bent to his.
D 5/22/09 2:19PM Some nameless girl, i dunno who she is. She gets kinda overwhelmed in that way you do when i'm fucking you really hard. :-D Like it's all she can take... She seems to be coming just from the penetration though... Or faking it well. lol. I'm a LITTLE jealous. ;-)
Friday, May 15, 2009
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
f 5/7/09 11:27 am: just imagining meeting for drinks. flirting. taking him 'home' with us. being ravaged by the both of you. him fucking me while we play and make out... while i suck your cock. mmm... being filled by the both of you. grr. the three of us, a mess of hands. mouths. parts. grr. watching him suck your cock while i suck his. fucking grr! :-)
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
d 5/10/09 11:30 pm I don't know, love, i just get this intense feeling when i'm with you, like, ahh, this finally feels right...And it's like all the tension and problems of the world just drain right out of me and i feel incredibly at ease and peaceful....An i don't remember ever feeling that with anyone, love...
Sunday, May 10, 2009
I cooed into the phone as I eagerly drove to meet Daniel at our newest rendezvous spot.
When I arrived the door was ajar. Pushing it open I was greeted with the most delicious sight. Daniel sprawled out in front of me in boxers alone, stroking his already hard cock through the thin material.
“Mm…naughty boy leaving the door open for the world to see.”
I chided as I sat down next to him and leaned in for a kiss. His hands were on me immediately caressing my body. Slipping under my shirt to touch the soft skin of my side. Our kisses were urgent. Insistent. Forcibly pulling away I went to freshen up after the drive. I returned to find him waiting in the same position, but I had removed a few articles of clothing. He sighed deeply as I began to climb up his body dressed only in a tank top and panties. When I was within reach he grabbed me roughly to pull me on top of him, forcing my legs to straddle his hips and pressing his cock against my panty clad pussy. He was all force and urgency, even though I was clearly on top and in control. I opened his lips with mine and felt his soft facial hair tickle my face as he nipped at my lips ravenously. I grabbed both his arms and pinned them over his head, grinding my hips into his seductively. “Mmm…” we moaned together as I rubbed my clit with the head of his cock through our clothes. I was dying to fuck him, but the suspense was almost better than the act itself.
Daniel pulled up my tank and roughly exposed my breasts by pulling them out over the top of my bra. He was immediately nibbling and biting them as I threw my head back in pleasure. My panties we soaked and I was entirely ready for him.
“Why can’t I just be inside you already” he panted into my chest breathlessly.
I smiled and wrenched free of his grasp and insistent lips to run my body along the length of him as I contemplated removing our clothing so we could get to the fucking. As I stared at his hard cock, straining against the flannel fabric of his boxers, I noticed a small quarter sized hole where one of his balls was peeking out.
“I know, I have a hole” he conceded, slightly embarrassed.
“Mm…easy access.” I purred dipping my head to work my lips through the hole and wrap my warm mouth around one of his balls.
“Mm... Baby.” he grunted and grabbed my hair urging me on. "You know... I could have a bigger hole..."
My eyes widened a bit at this, as I buried my face in his crotch, reveling in the husky man-scent. Sweat. Skin. Fabric. Soap. Faint remnants of cologne. I struggled to reveal little parts of his skin to taste. I sat up on my haunches, my hands poised to tear the fabric, my face questioning.
“Mmhmm, go ahead." He urged. I pulled. It wasn’t as easy as it looked.
“Need help?” He queried, amused.
“No.” I grumbled and pulled harder freeing his cock and balls and smiling triumphantly. I immediately set out to devour his cock. I wiped the smirk of his face in an instant.
Twining his fingers in my hair, Daniel forced me to deep throat his cock. My nose buried in his hair I gagged slightly and relaxed into submission. He fucked my face for a short while. His cock often pressing deep into the back of my throat so I couldn’t breath. I find it so exhilarating to submit to him. To be only the thing that he needs.
Soon we proceeded to strip of our remaining clothes. In an instant I was back in his lap, his cock buried snugly in my wet pussy. I pinned his arms again. Circling my hips and working that one spot on the ridge of his head that drives him insane with lust. There were no words. Just panting and low moans and the sound of my wetness moving on his hard cock. He grabbed my hips roughly, fucking upwards into me, my tits bouncing in his face. Finally getting sick of my teasing he commanded,
“Get on your knees for me.”
I turned to offer up my sweet pussy and he fucked me mercilessly, my wetness trailing a slick line down my thigh. He pulled my hair. Grabbed my shoulders and pushed my face into the bed impaling me over and over.
“I’m going to have to come for you soon…”
I ended up between Daniel’s legs watching him furiously stroke his cock, gently tonguing his head and whispering encouraging words.
“Yes baby, come for me.”
“Ungh…” he groaned, his hand slowing.
I took the head of his cock and tasted his sweet come shoot over my tongue. He roughly grabbed me by the hair and pulled me off his cock, spraying the rest of his come on my tits and his stomach. I crawled up his body, come spreading between us.
“I have come on my forehead.” I giggled, hugging him and nuzzling our noses together.
“You have come on your nose too.” He laughed, embracing me tighter.
Saturday, May 9, 2009
And together. :-)
Yes, this Thursday we managed an all too brief two or three hours to get out of our clothes and reconnect. Which we sorely needed, for a million reasons that I'm not about to get into here.
We were not in any of our usual spots. We were driving towards each other, and meeting in the middle gave us our choice of a scary little Norman-Bates-gone-redneck motel where nobody answered the phone, and a motel in a little college town with a phone answered by a little Asian lady.
We went with the Asian lady.
The room was pleasant enough. It had free wi-fi. But a little dated, little worn around the edges. The tiny little tv for some reason was on a carpeted contraption looking like a giant scratching post. Whatever, though. It had a bed. And a shower. ;-)
See, we'd been bantering all afternoon about the shower. About how our spots were dirty and in need of a good cleaning. So, after a good hour or so of working up a sweat (which we'll talk about in posts to come), we decided to hit the shower and 'freshen up.'
The shower was tiny. Not much more than a stall. But that stall had a seat, so we were set. I hopped in first and adjusted the water, nice and steamy to our liking. I then pulled frances in behind me and guided her up onto the step. Up on a pedestal like she belongs. :-)
I built up a couple of handfuls of lather and got straight to work, caressing and washing her arms and shoulders and her beautiful tits, which the step had conveniently raised up to mouth level. I nibbled one and then the other of her freshly clean nipples as I continued to gently scrub lower - her stomach, her hips...
We knew it was Thursday, and we knew we were at least half naked, so frances had brought her phone along for a little photo shoot. ;-) She leaned out of the curtain and grabbed, wiping some steam off the camera lens, and we snuggled up for the quick little snapshot you see below. We played with a few more shots, eventually deciding to call it a day when the phone squirted out of our wet fingers, nearly falling to the shower floor.
Tossing the phone aside, I returned my attention to my washing duties. I spun frances around and began to soap up her shoulders. Finding them tense, I kneaded and massaged her tight spots until she began to melt into my touch. I worked my way lower and lower with soapy hands until I found myself at the cleft of her snug little ass.
Gently pushing her forward, I slid a hand between her cheeks, finding tender spots with the tips of my fingers. I soaped her gently, teasing open her tight little ass with a finger or two. Letting the water rinse down her back, I knelt down to admire my work. I dragged my tongue across the tender folds of her pussy and buried my face in her ass, nibbling and tasting until my mouth filled with the water pouring down her back. I buried my face again and again, until finally I came up coughing and sputtering for breath under the rushing water.
Frances extended me her hand and lifted me to my feet as she hopped down from the bench. It was my turn...
To be continued...
Friday, May 8, 2009
Jude's ground floor bathroom had this incredible, wide open, sunken in shower, decked out in gold plated faucets and drains with towel holders in the shape of water spewing fountain heads. Very gladiator. Kitchy. But big enough for four (at least!) and it was affectionately named the "Roman Bath."
Ann and I decided to jump in together. Jude and I are a little too close. He decided to wait outside and furnish us with some Enya tunes on the piano. Yes, it was just like a scene out of a movie. Hot boy plays piano while hot girls mix it up in the shower. A real blockbuster in my opinion, or it could be...potentially.
Ann and I grabbed some towels and proceeded to undress like nervous school girls. Chatting about the party and pretending not to steal glances at the flesh we were uncovering. We'd been naked together many times and at this point had made out several times, but this was different. The sexual tension is always there between us and who knew what could happen in that shower. I was certain what *I* wanted to happen and I wasn't going to let the opportunity pass.
I stepped in first, turning the water on hot, busying myself with adjusting it. I let her come to me. Being the less shy of the two, I took her in my arms and tentatively kissed her. We both laughed. One of us made a comment about Jude missing the real party. In an awkward moment of silence we switched so she could wet herself in the spray. I watched the water run down her cute little heart shaped ass. How I wanted to reach around and cup her perky tits in my hands, pinching her nipples and feeling her relax into me. Instead, feeling shy, I reached for the shampoo bottle and began to wash her hair. She moaned slightly and leaned back as if it were her chest I had touched.
The moment didn't last long. She seemed unsure. The chemistry between is remarkable, but sans alcohol, her inhibitions were holding her back. She rinsed her hair and graciously offered to return the favor. I spun and let her work her fingers through my hair, being sure to praise her and let her know how much I was enjoying it. I found any reason I could to touch her. I reached back and softly caressed her wet thigh. As I turned to rinse I ran my hands along her shoulder, arm, side, and hips in order to politely manoeuvre my way into the water stream. I kissed her cheek. I made every effort to court her, but (though I knew she wanted to) she wouldn't succumb and I wasn't about to push myself on her (more than I already was).
In a last ditch effort as we rinsed, I took her in my arms again and we kissed. It seemed like hours. Her soft lips against mine. My tongue gently circling hers. I took her face in my hands. I traced my hand down the curve of her neck as we kissed, resting it on her upper chest. I had just about acquired the courage to cop a feel when Jude knocked on the door to see what was taking so long.
Talk about terrible timing...
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
f 5/4/09 7:48 pm: Grr... I finally got to really watch it. You're like a fucking fountain baby! What a waste. ;-) Sigh. I should not be this horny. Lol. Grr!
f 5/4/09 7:52 pm: Grr... That one reminds me of Montreal with that first little shot that went over me to the headboard. Lol.
I've never met her. I only peripherally know what she looks like, from pictures, most of which are from about 10 years ago. But I kinda have the theoretical hots for her, and end up fantasizing about her in the way frances told you about, more or less weekly...
I'll let her tell them to you, but most of frances' best college stories involve Ann, either directly or somewhere in the background. And I guess I a little bit want to recapture a little bit of that wild girl who I missed out on meeting back then. Not that she's not a wild girl now. But I've never seen her be THAT wild girl. Not yet.
And frances has only just made her sound better. I know she's kinda cute and pixie-ish, which I'll admit I have a bit of a soft spot for... But great tits and killer hips...? Uh... yum.
Ann and I are old friends. We've had some sexy times. (I'll have to write about them sometime...) We still flirt on facebook. I totally think she'd be into a 'reunion.' Wonder if she'd mind if Daniel joined in too?
Either way, Ann is a cute faux-red-headed pixie with a great rack and these supple hips that just beg to be caressed. She has this sweet little butterfly tattoo just above one that peeks out above her pants. I'm dying to kiss it. Mmmm...
So Daniel was having a little solo play time this week, fantasizing about us three together...
d 5/2/09 8:20am: ...Was imagining you riding me and then her climbing onto my face...And then you guys making out and playing a little while I stayed below, taking care of you both in different ways....
Later this week I was having trouble sleeping. I decided an orgasm might work better than warm milk. Thus, tucked in and trying not to wake the Man, I tried several other fantasies to put me over the edge. Daniel taking me hard from behind. Daniel pinning me to the bed by my throat and pounding into me mercilessly. Then I remembered this little text. I imagined the feeling of his cock impaling me. Watching him bury his face in Ann's pussy as he held her tightly by those gorgeous hips. Mmm...I KNOW what magic that mouth can do....I could almost feel her lips on mine as my dream self leaned in for a passionate kiss, our hands trading nipple for nipple.
Sadly, my fantasy didn't last much longer than this. I came, hard. And I fell asleep smiling.