Okay, I do have it on good authority that The Naughty One does, indeed, live. She texted me this afternoon and asked that since she is still in the process of moving, and does not yet have internet access if I couldn't please (pretty please, with sugar, and a cherry on top--probably my cherry actually) post something letting everyone know that yes, she is actually alive and well, if a bit busy this week. She is desperately depressed that she will be missing, for the first time since she started, her weekly HNT. Let us have a moment of silence for that missed naked naughtiness....
*sigh*
By the way, this is Rae from over at Always On (yay! Shameless plug!). That would be considerably less shameless if I wasn't in the middle of my own computer problems and had good updates...oh well, we'll shamelessly plug my Erotica site instead. :-) There IS a new post there, and I think that if all of you horny people out there like Ms. Naughty's erotica, you may, perhaps like mine too.
Why me you ask? Ms. Naughty and I met, oh, lightyears ago, back in November approximately. Late November. And she was kind enough to indulge me in some menage a trois playtime (on the Internet, natch) with my lover back in December. Oh, the fun we had. ;-)
She did promise to be back up and running with her HNT (AND her delicious, delightful, delectable erotica) in the next week or slightly more...but hopefully there will be no more missed HNTs. She is alive, well, and missing you all TERRIBLY.
And may I say it is quite freeing to post on someone else's blog. How yummy.
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June 25, 2008
January 11, 2008
His Angel
I'm not new to my sexuality, but I am new to letting its desires take control. My last few stories have been centered on three people sharing pleasure. Well, last night, I got to be part of that type of pleasure sharing experience. I was invited by Rae to join her and the delightful Naughty for a romp in the instant messenger. I know it sounds strange, but it was actually very fun! Oh yeah...and pleasurable! I've always been turned on by the written word. And the words written last night were certainly turning on type words. So, I offer up thanks to Rae for letting me get a little more in touch with this naughty girl's desires. If you're interested in reading more about the experience you need to head here or there.
Now...about this story. This is one of the very first stories that I ever wrote. I had just been to New Orleans for the first time and loved the atmosphere of the city. Also, my friend Drew was the first to realize that there might be more to the good girl than what met the eye. He simply encouraged me to tell him a fantasy. He let me talk and well...this is what came out. At the time, I certainly wouldn't have pictured myself as any one of the characters. Now, I can look back and find traces of myself in all three of them. Yes, I said three...again. Now, in an effort to be up front and honest, there are not three physical bodies in the story. But I've come to realize that memories of a lover or the desire for someone else can certainly be just as real as another body between the sheets. Read into it what you will, but enjoy!
He couldn't get her out of his head or his groin for that matter. She had begun to dominate his days and invade his nights. He hadn't felt her young, tender body thrashing beneath his in weeks. He'd lost his temper and she'd left...furious with him. He didn't tolerate losing well and he'd decided the first time he'd seen her that he'd never loose her. For all of his money and power, he was still unable to find her. That fact angered and frustrated him. She had eluded his most trusted of muscles. The thug had lost her scent down in the Louisiana bayou. She had grace and an innocence about her that delighted and intrigued him. He had to have her back. He had to have her back soon.
A knock on the door brought him back from their past. Another young lady hesitated at the door. This girl was a far cry from the elegant woman he searched for, but in the dim light and if she kept her mouth shut would warm his bed and satisfy his lust. He had crawled between her thighs and vented his pent-up rage before and tonight he would do it again.
He'd first selected the girl from the nightclub's staff because she had a Southern accent like the woman he truly desired. He beckoned her in from the door and experienced a flash of annoyance. She never would have hesitated at his door. She would have breezed in and demanded his time whether he had the time to spare or not. She wasn't timid and frightened of him like this chit seemed to be at times.
After directing the girl to his bedroom, he poured himself a shot of bourbon. He tossed it back, felt the sting as the drink slid down his throat like liquid fire. After pouring himself another one, he grabbed the crystal tumbler and made his way to the bedroom. Passing a photograph on an end table, he silently tipped his glass to the glossy photograph of the woman he only associated as his. Promising himself that it wouldn't be long before she was back where she belonged and that she would never dare to leave him again, he continued on to the waiting whore.
As he watched her remove the flimsy black peignoir, that still bore his angel's scent, he had to turn away. After the first fuck, he had sent the girl away with specific instructions to have her hair restyled and dyed to match the dark mahogany strands of her predecessor. While in the dimmed light of the bedroom it gave the girl her coloring, the girl's hair lacked the silky texture and thickness that hers had. As the girl removed the thin covering, he noted more differences between the woman and the girl. The woman's waist had been smaller than the girl's. So had her breasts. They had been full and rounded, but not due to implants. He angled his gaze to the thatch of light curls between her thighs and scowled. She'd been dark, a stark contrast against her cream hued flesh that never failed to inflame his blood and make his cock twitch. No, this girl would never be his angel, but she would satisfy his need for release.
With a sharp edge to his tone, he commanded the girl to lie back on the bed. Flipping the switch that would bathe the room in darkness except for the light glow from the window, he undressed and pictured her waiting for him against the sheets. For these moments he could picture the one he truly wished to be possessing instead of the girl she had forced him to turn to for comfort. As he moved between the legs of the redhead beneath him, he could almost believe she was his angel.
His angel he thought as he filled his hands with her pale breasts and squeezed. He shoved himself into her, smiled when she sucked in a breath at the rough entry. But when her eyes widened, he saw that they were blue and not the deep emerald green he wanted to see. He ordered the girl to close her eyes, allowing him to recreate the illusion that it was her beneath him and not the girl from the club. When she obeyed the command he began to move inside of her again. Sweat beaded between his shoulders, along his forehead, and above his lip even though the room was chilled.
He pumped into the her. Harder. Deeper. Faster. Ignoring the girl's moans and fingers clawing at him, he thought of her. He thought about how beautiful she was, of how perfect she was, of how he had trained her in the ways to please him, of the envy he saw in other men's' eyes when they saw her with him, of the knowledge that no other man had come before and that no other man would ever have her. Only him. As he rammed his cock into the girl's drenched pussy, he remembered the first time with her. He'd brought her body to fever pitch and then eased his throbbing rod deep inside her warm, tender flesh. She'd closed around his dick and milked him with each contraction of her velvet muscles. She'd clenched him and braved the storm as she cried out his name in pleasure.
Finally he felt the scorching rush of semen that had been building to a peak in his balls. He drove himself into the young girl's pussy one last time balls deep and shouted another name as spurts of the warm sticky cum splashed inside the girl's womb. Then he collapsed on top of her. The girl glanced up at him adoringly, spoiling the fantasy and causing his anger to rise to the surface. Leaning back from the girl, he took in everything about her. From her tangled hair, the light blue eyes, the enlarged breasts, the parted thighs, down to the god awful hot pink nail polish on her toes...it all cause hatred to burn through him.
This girl was not the fiery woman who was his equal in all things sexual. She didn't move the right way and made the wrong sounds. She begged for acceptance like a damned puppy dog. Even while the sight of this whore from the club aroused his flesh, she disgusted him on every other level. His anger shown through on his face and the young girl took on the frightened look that never failed to annoy him further. He reached for her and tossed her back against the tangled sheets. She made a pathetic attempt at calming him but her efforts were useless. He spread her legs apart, threaded his fingers through the tight curls. Light blond curls, he noted, enraged again that the defect had once again pulled him from the fantasy. He entered her in one swift thrust sliding easily into her pussy that was still slick from the last coupling. Her breath caught at the uncontrolled violence. He pretended once again that it was her sweet body beneath him. It was her moans he heard filling the room as he drove himself into her. It was her voice that cried out his name as pleasure engulfed her. He pretended that it was her that he'd once again mastered and made his own.
Now...about this story. This is one of the very first stories that I ever wrote. I had just been to New Orleans for the first time and loved the atmosphere of the city. Also, my friend Drew was the first to realize that there might be more to the good girl than what met the eye. He simply encouraged me to tell him a fantasy. He let me talk and well...this is what came out. At the time, I certainly wouldn't have pictured myself as any one of the characters. Now, I can look back and find traces of myself in all three of them. Yes, I said three...again. Now, in an effort to be up front and honest, there are not three physical bodies in the story. But I've come to realize that memories of a lover or the desire for someone else can certainly be just as real as another body between the sheets. Read into it what you will, but enjoy!
He couldn't get her out of his head or his groin for that matter. She had begun to dominate his days and invade his nights. He hadn't felt her young, tender body thrashing beneath his in weeks. He'd lost his temper and she'd left...furious with him. He didn't tolerate losing well and he'd decided the first time he'd seen her that he'd never loose her. For all of his money and power, he was still unable to find her. That fact angered and frustrated him. She had eluded his most trusted of muscles. The thug had lost her scent down in the Louisiana bayou. She had grace and an innocence about her that delighted and intrigued him. He had to have her back. He had to have her back soon.
A knock on the door brought him back from their past. Another young lady hesitated at the door. This girl was a far cry from the elegant woman he searched for, but in the dim light and if she kept her mouth shut would warm his bed and satisfy his lust. He had crawled between her thighs and vented his pent-up rage before and tonight he would do it again.
He'd first selected the girl from the nightclub's staff because she had a Southern accent like the woman he truly desired. He beckoned her in from the door and experienced a flash of annoyance. She never would have hesitated at his door. She would have breezed in and demanded his time whether he had the time to spare or not. She wasn't timid and frightened of him like this chit seemed to be at times.
After directing the girl to his bedroom, he poured himself a shot of bourbon. He tossed it back, felt the sting as the drink slid down his throat like liquid fire. After pouring himself another one, he grabbed the crystal tumbler and made his way to the bedroom. Passing a photograph on an end table, he silently tipped his glass to the glossy photograph of the woman he only associated as his. Promising himself that it wouldn't be long before she was back where she belonged and that she would never dare to leave him again, he continued on to the waiting whore.
As he watched her remove the flimsy black peignoir, that still bore his angel's scent, he had to turn away. After the first fuck, he had sent the girl away with specific instructions to have her hair restyled and dyed to match the dark mahogany strands of her predecessor. While in the dimmed light of the bedroom it gave the girl her coloring, the girl's hair lacked the silky texture and thickness that hers had. As the girl removed the thin covering, he noted more differences between the woman and the girl. The woman's waist had been smaller than the girl's. So had her breasts. They had been full and rounded, but not due to implants. He angled his gaze to the thatch of light curls between her thighs and scowled. She'd been dark, a stark contrast against her cream hued flesh that never failed to inflame his blood and make his cock twitch. No, this girl would never be his angel, but she would satisfy his need for release.
With a sharp edge to his tone, he commanded the girl to lie back on the bed. Flipping the switch that would bathe the room in darkness except for the light glow from the window, he undressed and pictured her waiting for him against the sheets. For these moments he could picture the one he truly wished to be possessing instead of the girl she had forced him to turn to for comfort. As he moved between the legs of the redhead beneath him, he could almost believe she was his angel.
His angel he thought as he filled his hands with her pale breasts and squeezed. He shoved himself into her, smiled when she sucked in a breath at the rough entry. But when her eyes widened, he saw that they were blue and not the deep emerald green he wanted to see. He ordered the girl to close her eyes, allowing him to recreate the illusion that it was her beneath him and not the girl from the club. When she obeyed the command he began to move inside of her again. Sweat beaded between his shoulders, along his forehead, and above his lip even though the room was chilled.
He pumped into the her. Harder. Deeper. Faster. Ignoring the girl's moans and fingers clawing at him, he thought of her. He thought about how beautiful she was, of how perfect she was, of how he had trained her in the ways to please him, of the envy he saw in other men's' eyes when they saw her with him, of the knowledge that no other man had come before and that no other man would ever have her. Only him. As he rammed his cock into the girl's drenched pussy, he remembered the first time with her. He'd brought her body to fever pitch and then eased his throbbing rod deep inside her warm, tender flesh. She'd closed around his dick and milked him with each contraction of her velvet muscles. She'd clenched him and braved the storm as she cried out his name in pleasure.
Finally he felt the scorching rush of semen that had been building to a peak in his balls. He drove himself into the young girl's pussy one last time balls deep and shouted another name as spurts of the warm sticky cum splashed inside the girl's womb. Then he collapsed on top of her. The girl glanced up at him adoringly, spoiling the fantasy and causing his anger to rise to the surface. Leaning back from the girl, he took in everything about her. From her tangled hair, the light blue eyes, the enlarged breasts, the parted thighs, down to the god awful hot pink nail polish on her toes...it all cause hatred to burn through him.
This girl was not the fiery woman who was his equal in all things sexual. She didn't move the right way and made the wrong sounds. She begged for acceptance like a damned puppy dog. Even while the sight of this whore from the club aroused his flesh, she disgusted him on every other level. His anger shown through on his face and the young girl took on the frightened look that never failed to annoy him further. He reached for her and tossed her back against the tangled sheets. She made a pathetic attempt at calming him but her efforts were useless. He spread her legs apart, threaded his fingers through the tight curls. Light blond curls, he noted, enraged again that the defect had once again pulled him from the fantasy. He entered her in one swift thrust sliding easily into her pussy that was still slick from the last coupling. Her breath caught at the uncontrolled violence. He pretended once again that it was her sweet body beneath him. It was her moans he heard filling the room as he drove himself into her. It was her voice that cried out his name as pleasure engulfed her. He pretended that it was her that he'd once again mastered and made his own.
January 5, 2008
Party Of Three...
I'd like to say that stories will probably flow easily for a while as I have a handful of them already written. They are simply waiting to be posted. It also seems as if I'm not ready to leave the threesome theme just yet! I wrote this story several weeks ago. The thoughts and images had been building for a while. I was very shocked to discover that the idea of kissing and touching another woman was actually arousing to me. The naughty side of me was thrilled, but I struggled with the good girl side. Finally I just wrote. And here is my secret...I wrote the story with two very specific bloggers in mind. Each in his and her own right are fantastic writers and I couldn't help wanting to be a part of what I imagined would be one hell of a good time. And that is as far as spilling my secrets will go...
With a sigh, I threw off the covers and rolled onto my back. What had I been thinking agreeing to such a deviant and wholly sexual weekend? Thinking back, I had been pleasantly surprised to have been invited to share an adventurous weekend away with them. It had seemed only natural to agree. I knew these two people to be friendly, passionate, and above all respectful. I had simply skimmed over the fact that I only knew them through words on a screen and a handful of brief phone calls. Also, a part of me was intrigued by their unique relationship - two lovers who occasionally met to meet needs that weren't being fulfilled at home. Who wouldn't have been flattered? Now, that decision was pressing in around me.
Blowing out the breath I'd been holding, I decided to head downstairs to the comfortable couch and read for a while. I reached into my carry on for a ridiculously sleazy romance book. At this point, I figured it could only help matters. As I tip-toed closer to the next bedroom, I noticed the door was slightly ajar. There were soft moans and the rustle of sheets coming from inside the bedroom. I stopped, letting my feet fully rest against the cool wood floor. I'm not sure why I was really surprised to discover they were sharing the same bed. Sex wasn't new between them...only between the three of us. I'd be lying if I said I didn't want to stand there and listen. Nothing in my book would be as hot as what he and she were doing inside that shadowed room.
I carelessly put the book on the corner of a nearby table. I then silently leaned against the wall letting one open palm press against the smooth wood and my other hand toy with the hem of my tank top. My head gently fell back against the wall as I listened. They were kissing each other. Each gentle suck and lick was easily heard. My imagination was supplying what my eyes couldn't see. Behind my closed eyes, I could picture his tongue tasting the seam of damp lips. Her mouth would open on a sigh allowing his tongue to sweep in and tease. His hands would be gentle at the back of her neck angling her to where he wanted her to be. She would be raking his chest in sensuous strokes. Licking my own lips, I eased my fingers across the cotton of my panties to touch and ease the ache forming between my thighs. Shifting slightly to have better access, I accidentally bumped the corner of the book I'd so carelessly set down. Gasping as I reached for it, I missed and the thump it made as it hit the floor was deafening.
Knowing that the fact I'd been listening had been given away, I decided to take the warm heavy feelings of arousal into that room and let this happen. I pushed the door open and stopped just inside the room. He and she were both kneeling on the bed looking expectantly at me. A hot blush stole up my neck and across my cheeks. My nipples were hard and pushing against the soft cotton of the tank. I swallowed and slowly started walking toward the bed. Seeing desire in his eyes did wonders for my confidence, but the appreciation in her eyes put the throb of desire between my legs into overdrive. With each sway of my hips, I inched the thin band of my panties down. The damp panties were riding low on my thighs when I reached the bed. She immediately moved away from him and crawled to me. She leaned in and gave my navel a slow wet lick. Then she reached between my thighs to push the panties the rest of the way off.
As I stepped out of the panties, he was there to run his hands under the tank top. His fingers sweetly played the swell of my breasts and nipples. A strong pull ran straight down my spine to the core of my femininity. Leaning in he brought my lips to his. The kiss was wet and raw...so much more than my imagination had envisioned. All to quickly his mouth pulled away and he tugged the tank away. I stood before them completely bare. At the moment I realized they were bare as well. Desire taking over, I admired his strong body and impressive cock. As I settled on the bed between his body and hers, I looked at her. She was pretty with soft curves and a smile that promised only pleasure would take place in this bed.
His arms wrapped around me. One large hand pinched and rolled a nipple while his other hand slid down my stomach and eased between the slick folds of my pussy. Using his body he urged me to lean into her. Her hands gently caressed my thighs as she kissed my neck. I allowed my head to fall back against his shoulder as she kissed and licked her way to my lips. Closing my eyes I gave into the sweet sensation of letting another person into my mouth. My hands cupped her heavy breasts and teased her already hard nipples. As she explored my mouth and neck, my hands moved down her body. Touching another woman for pleasure was new for me. My touches were light, hesitant, and curious. She smiled gently, understanding in her eyes, and suggested we focus our attentions to something we'd both enjoy.
With a sultry look, she and I began to stoke his body to readiness. We wanted more than just his cock to ache, but for his body to burn with wanting and desire. Her fingernails traced passionate patterns along his thighs and across his lower belly. I lavished attention on his arms and chest. My teeth would scrape across his salty flesh and then soothe with a long lick of my tongue. She was exploring up and I was making my way down. His hands touched and caressed whatever flesh he could reach. Sometimes my smooth back and the curve of my ass. Other times the gentle dips and curves of her breasts and stomach. The room was filled with sighs and moans.
Occasionally she and I would touch and explore. There was no pressure; simply a need to please the other person. Shifting, I straddled his lower legs and bent hungry for an intimate taste of him. I greedily took his cock into my mouth and used my tongue to explore the thin slit and tasting the drops of his arousal. My hands lifted and teased the smooth sac underneath. Coming back to his cock, I discovered that she wasn't willing to be patient. Her mouth was now learning every curve and vein of his cock. It was exciting to see her mouth and knowing mine had been there just moments before. Not completely understanding the desire I ran my tongue around his balls and up to meet her tongue on his cock. His body tensed and jerked as our tongues lashed his head and the sensitive spot underneath.
My own body tightened as her tongue brushed against mine. The tangy taste of him and the sweet taste of her was too much temptation. I reached for her chin to hold her mouth still for a deep kiss. I wanted to taste the flavor of our combined desires. She touched all points inside of my mouth as she took control. Pulling back I smiled. Gently biting her bottom lip she smiled back. Her fingers reached for the now drenched folds between my legs. Her exploring fingers easily slipped inside and curled into the one spot guaranteed to cause the most pleasure. He was now leaning up on his elbows to watch as she brought me closer. Without much urging, I slid up his body to settle over his cock. The slide down was an amazing and filling experience. The thickness caused the most delicate and intimate of stretching. I sighed as I seated myself completely. Her hands continued to caress my ass and rub at the one spot hard and aching on my body.
The rhythm was fast and hard. Having someone watch as I indulged in the most intimate of pleasures was completely new, but at that moment it seemed so right. She continued to touch me and him adding to the sensations. Between his deep thrusts and her knowing fingers, I quickly felt the tightening and throb low in my belly. Sighing and moving faster, I slowly leaned back on his cock. The new angle gave him perfect access to the one spot to make the world shatter. A quick thrust from him and tight firm circles from her and my body let go. The orgasm was intense as it rolled through my slick and sticky body. Despite my attempt to hold him inside, he pulled out and rested his hard cock against my pussy. With a long lick from her lips and quick pulls from his hands, he came across my lower stomach.
In the aftermath, we each curled up beside him. I kissed his chest and she kissed his mouth. Perhaps this would be the perfect start to an unforgettable weekend.
With a sigh, I threw off the covers and rolled onto my back. What had I been thinking agreeing to such a deviant and wholly sexual weekend? Thinking back, I had been pleasantly surprised to have been invited to share an adventurous weekend away with them. It had seemed only natural to agree. I knew these two people to be friendly, passionate, and above all respectful. I had simply skimmed over the fact that I only knew them through words on a screen and a handful of brief phone calls. Also, a part of me was intrigued by their unique relationship - two lovers who occasionally met to meet needs that weren't being fulfilled at home. Who wouldn't have been flattered? Now, that decision was pressing in around me.
Blowing out the breath I'd been holding, I decided to head downstairs to the comfortable couch and read for a while. I reached into my carry on for a ridiculously sleazy romance book. At this point, I figured it could only help matters. As I tip-toed closer to the next bedroom, I noticed the door was slightly ajar. There were soft moans and the rustle of sheets coming from inside the bedroom. I stopped, letting my feet fully rest against the cool wood floor. I'm not sure why I was really surprised to discover they were sharing the same bed. Sex wasn't new between them...only between the three of us. I'd be lying if I said I didn't want to stand there and listen. Nothing in my book would be as hot as what he and she were doing inside that shadowed room.
I carelessly put the book on the corner of a nearby table. I then silently leaned against the wall letting one open palm press against the smooth wood and my other hand toy with the hem of my tank top. My head gently fell back against the wall as I listened. They were kissing each other. Each gentle suck and lick was easily heard. My imagination was supplying what my eyes couldn't see. Behind my closed eyes, I could picture his tongue tasting the seam of damp lips. Her mouth would open on a sigh allowing his tongue to sweep in and tease. His hands would be gentle at the back of her neck angling her to where he wanted her to be. She would be raking his chest in sensuous strokes. Licking my own lips, I eased my fingers across the cotton of my panties to touch and ease the ache forming between my thighs. Shifting slightly to have better access, I accidentally bumped the corner of the book I'd so carelessly set down. Gasping as I reached for it, I missed and the thump it made as it hit the floor was deafening.
Knowing that the fact I'd been listening had been given away, I decided to take the warm heavy feelings of arousal into that room and let this happen. I pushed the door open and stopped just inside the room. He and she were both kneeling on the bed looking expectantly at me. A hot blush stole up my neck and across my cheeks. My nipples were hard and pushing against the soft cotton of the tank. I swallowed and slowly started walking toward the bed. Seeing desire in his eyes did wonders for my confidence, but the appreciation in her eyes put the throb of desire between my legs into overdrive. With each sway of my hips, I inched the thin band of my panties down. The damp panties were riding low on my thighs when I reached the bed. She immediately moved away from him and crawled to me. She leaned in and gave my navel a slow wet lick. Then she reached between my thighs to push the panties the rest of the way off.
As I stepped out of the panties, he was there to run his hands under the tank top. His fingers sweetly played the swell of my breasts and nipples. A strong pull ran straight down my spine to the core of my femininity. Leaning in he brought my lips to his. The kiss was wet and raw...so much more than my imagination had envisioned. All to quickly his mouth pulled away and he tugged the tank away. I stood before them completely bare. At the moment I realized they were bare as well. Desire taking over, I admired his strong body and impressive cock. As I settled on the bed between his body and hers, I looked at her. She was pretty with soft curves and a smile that promised only pleasure would take place in this bed.
His arms wrapped around me. One large hand pinched and rolled a nipple while his other hand slid down my stomach and eased between the slick folds of my pussy. Using his body he urged me to lean into her. Her hands gently caressed my thighs as she kissed my neck. I allowed my head to fall back against his shoulder as she kissed and licked her way to my lips. Closing my eyes I gave into the sweet sensation of letting another person into my mouth. My hands cupped her heavy breasts and teased her already hard nipples. As she explored my mouth and neck, my hands moved down her body. Touching another woman for pleasure was new for me. My touches were light, hesitant, and curious. She smiled gently, understanding in her eyes, and suggested we focus our attentions to something we'd both enjoy.
With a sultry look, she and I began to stoke his body to readiness. We wanted more than just his cock to ache, but for his body to burn with wanting and desire. Her fingernails traced passionate patterns along his thighs and across his lower belly. I lavished attention on his arms and chest. My teeth would scrape across his salty flesh and then soothe with a long lick of my tongue. She was exploring up and I was making my way down. His hands touched and caressed whatever flesh he could reach. Sometimes my smooth back and the curve of my ass. Other times the gentle dips and curves of her breasts and stomach. The room was filled with sighs and moans.
Occasionally she and I would touch and explore. There was no pressure; simply a need to please the other person. Shifting, I straddled his lower legs and bent hungry for an intimate taste of him. I greedily took his cock into my mouth and used my tongue to explore the thin slit and tasting the drops of his arousal. My hands lifted and teased the smooth sac underneath. Coming back to his cock, I discovered that she wasn't willing to be patient. Her mouth was now learning every curve and vein of his cock. It was exciting to see her mouth and knowing mine had been there just moments before. Not completely understanding the desire I ran my tongue around his balls and up to meet her tongue on his cock. His body tensed and jerked as our tongues lashed his head and the sensitive spot underneath.
My own body tightened as her tongue brushed against mine. The tangy taste of him and the sweet taste of her was too much temptation. I reached for her chin to hold her mouth still for a deep kiss. I wanted to taste the flavor of our combined desires. She touched all points inside of my mouth as she took control. Pulling back I smiled. Gently biting her bottom lip she smiled back. Her fingers reached for the now drenched folds between my legs. Her exploring fingers easily slipped inside and curled into the one spot guaranteed to cause the most pleasure. He was now leaning up on his elbows to watch as she brought me closer. Without much urging, I slid up his body to settle over his cock. The slide down was an amazing and filling experience. The thickness caused the most delicate and intimate of stretching. I sighed as I seated myself completely. Her hands continued to caress my ass and rub at the one spot hard and aching on my body.
The rhythm was fast and hard. Having someone watch as I indulged in the most intimate of pleasures was completely new, but at that moment it seemed so right. She continued to touch me and him adding to the sensations. Between his deep thrusts and her knowing fingers, I quickly felt the tightening and throb low in my belly. Sighing and moving faster, I slowly leaned back on his cock. The new angle gave him perfect access to the one spot to make the world shatter. A quick thrust from him and tight firm circles from her and my body let go. The orgasm was intense as it rolled through my slick and sticky body. Despite my attempt to hold him inside, he pulled out and rested his hard cock against my pussy. With a long lick from her lips and quick pulls from his hands, he came across my lower stomach.
In the aftermath, we each curled up beside him. I kissed his chest and she kissed his mouth. Perhaps this would be the perfect start to an unforgettable weekend.
January 4, 2008
The Center of Pleasure
In college, Jason and I were the complete opposite of each other. He was the bad boy and I was the good girl. Sometimes that worked for us and sometimes that didn't. Not long after we began having sex on a regular basis, we were invited to a party where sharing was the theme. I considered myself open, but there was no way I was that open. I told him no and eventually he realized that he couldn't talk me into it. I don't regret not going with him, but I did wonder about what might have happened if we had gone. I wrote the following story as a way to put those thoughts to rest. Enjoy!
He parked his car a few houses down from the actual address and turned the engine off. What the hell was he doing here he wondered. He stared for a few moments at the huge brick house and then picked up the invitation. It was nothing fancy, just an expensive piece of paper with black block letters. A date, time, and address. His eyes closed briefly and he breathed deep. Her scent lingered...white cherry blossoms...on the invitation. He'd come because he knew she'd be in there. Oh yeah, she was all innocent temptation, but in a certain element he knew she'd be a wild child. His gut said this was her element...not just your ordinary cocktail party.
Wanting to go but wanting to stay he opened the car door and got out. What the hell – he needed a change. He knocked once and the door was immediately opened. After being relieved of his coat and presenting his invitation he was shown to a rather large study. Men and women were mingling and drinking. Yep, his instinct had been right. She'd wrangled an invitation for him to a very private, intimate party. Unsure where to go from his spot by the fireplace, he looked around. She was staring straight at him. Her burnt auburn hair was piled on top of her head and the simple but elegant black dress hugged her generous curves and stopped mid thigh.
He thought she was breathtaking. Apparently so did the man standing next to her with his arm around her waist. He looked younger than his forty odd years but older than her early twenties. They were a striking couple, but he consoled himself with the fact that he'd been told the same thing when out with her. She laughed at something the other gentleman said, but she kept her gaze on him. She motioned with her finger for him to join them.
As he worked his way across the room, he passed two ladies and a gentleman engaged in activities better suited for the bedroom rather than a couch in a crowded study. When he reached her she smiled and handed him her drink. Thank God...he'd probably need it.
“I wasn't sure you were going to come but I'm glad that you did.”
He simply tossed back the amber liquid and fixed his gaze on the man next to her.
“This is a friend of mine.” she said as her lips curved up in a lazy grin.
The two men assessed each other. She turned to the one on her side and explained that he was also a friend. Neither man needed to question just what the friendship entailed. She surveyed the room and smiled.
“It looks like the party is in full swing, gentlemen.”
And was it ever. Several people were in various stages of undress and others were moving out the door toward the stairs. She pulled out of the younger man's embrace and started forward. Both men stared at her retreating form. The older one shot a glance to the younger one and muttered “What the hell.” under his breath. Both gentlemen followed her swaying hips up the stairs and into a spacious bedroom. This really wasn't either man's style, but each were curious to see where this would lead.
Candles had been lit and the air smelled musky. The French doors opening to the private balcony were thrown open and the steamy night air was floating inside the room. Both men settled into the arm chairs that had been arranged around the foot of the bed. She reached for the hem of the clingy dress.
“Hold it sweetheart,” the younger man directed. Her head tilted to one side in her signature snotty move and her green eyes blazed. “What are you up to?”
“Watch and see.”
She slowly peeled the black material off her body. Her fingers quickly released the silver clip holding her hair in place. She tossed it in the direction her dress had went. Each man had mentioned numerous times how beautiful she was and now was no exception. The older man breathed the word beautiful while the younger man's eyes darkened with desire. He had to uncross his legs to relieve the pressure of his slacks against his crotch.
Her black lace bra was tossed into his lap. He'd always enjoyed her young, firm breasts. The other man's attentions were usually focused lower down her body. She perched on the foot of the California King bed and began to remove her stockings. The soft rustling of material mixed wonderfully with the sounds of breath being drawn. The matching lace panties were tossed into the other man's lap. Completely naked she turned and inched to the center of the bed, presenting her nice round bottom to the men.
She began to settle back among the pristine virginal white sheets. “Don't you find these white sheets rather ironic?” she teased. Innocence was the last thing on anyone's mind. Both men had leaned forward watching. Knowing they were both becoming aroused by this forbidden pleasure she closed her eyes and ran her fingers across her stomach. She worked out on a regular basis, but she had the curves of a woman.
One hand moved to cup her breast and tease her nipple. A low moan crossed her lips. Her tongue darted out to chase around her lips. She let her thighs fall open. “Damn.” someone breathed. Both men liked to see the tight curls between her legs trimmed and she correctly guessed that they liked what they were seeing now. She was slightly swollen and already soft and wet. Her fingers snaked down past her navel to cup and stroke her mound. A breathy sigh was the only sound in the room. Her eyes closed on the sigh and she arched her back. Her fingers began to work in earnest against her slick flesh. She pushed, pulled, teasing her body closer to orgasm.
Both men recognized how close she was to coming. The hitch in her breathing, the flush on her body, the way her fingers worked faster...she was so close. She opened her eyes and spread her legs wider. She abandoned the sweet flesh of her pussy to beckon them to her. The moisture on her fingers and clinging to her body were more than either man could resist. This was a plea that each understood. She needed each man...naked and on the bed with her.
If either man had reservations about sharing the woman on the bed, they were quickly forgotten. Clothes were shucked and both knelt beside her. The men didn't touch each other, but both went about the task of bringing her relief. If she had a preference they couldn't tell. One moved between her thighs, caressing the silky soft skin. The other began lavishing attention on her neck and down to her breasts.
Her fingers curled into dark hair and flexed against his scalp as his mouth tormented her body. The pleasure was so intense it bordered on pain. They also needed to be touched, stroked. She began using her hands and mouth on whatever piece of male flesh was offered. Both were hard and aching.
“Angel, you've got to choose.”
Her arms grasped shoulders while her hips arched against a rock hard erection. She moved so that her slick center would envelop his aching head. Force took over and her thighs were pushed open further as he thrust into her. Her body responded by closing around him like velvet covering steel.
The other soul in the room stretched out next to the mating couple. His hand pulled against his cock in a steady rhythm. His own release was getting close. Her head turned toward him, looking at his handsome face. “Soon.” she mouthed. He smiled back at her.
Finally, her body began to bow toward her lover. Her breath caught and a groan slipped between her swollen lips. The man above her shuddered with his own release. The man watching the scene groaned as his cock jerked and ribbons of cream flowed down his hand. This night truly had been an unexpected surprise. The biggest surprise being how much he'd enjoyed this evening of deviance she'd allowed him to be a part of.
He parked his car a few houses down from the actual address and turned the engine off. What the hell was he doing here he wondered. He stared for a few moments at the huge brick house and then picked up the invitation. It was nothing fancy, just an expensive piece of paper with black block letters. A date, time, and address. His eyes closed briefly and he breathed deep. Her scent lingered...white cherry blossoms...on the invitation. He'd come because he knew she'd be in there. Oh yeah, she was all innocent temptation, but in a certain element he knew she'd be a wild child. His gut said this was her element...not just your ordinary cocktail party.
Wanting to go but wanting to stay he opened the car door and got out. What the hell – he needed a change. He knocked once and the door was immediately opened. After being relieved of his coat and presenting his invitation he was shown to a rather large study. Men and women were mingling and drinking. Yep, his instinct had been right. She'd wrangled an invitation for him to a very private, intimate party. Unsure where to go from his spot by the fireplace, he looked around. She was staring straight at him. Her burnt auburn hair was piled on top of her head and the simple but elegant black dress hugged her generous curves and stopped mid thigh.
He thought she was breathtaking. Apparently so did the man standing next to her with his arm around her waist. He looked younger than his forty odd years but older than her early twenties. They were a striking couple, but he consoled himself with the fact that he'd been told the same thing when out with her. She laughed at something the other gentleman said, but she kept her gaze on him. She motioned with her finger for him to join them.
As he worked his way across the room, he passed two ladies and a gentleman engaged in activities better suited for the bedroom rather than a couch in a crowded study. When he reached her she smiled and handed him her drink. Thank God...he'd probably need it.
“I wasn't sure you were going to come but I'm glad that you did.”
He simply tossed back the amber liquid and fixed his gaze on the man next to her.
“This is a friend of mine.” she said as her lips curved up in a lazy grin.
The two men assessed each other. She turned to the one on her side and explained that he was also a friend. Neither man needed to question just what the friendship entailed. She surveyed the room and smiled.
“It looks like the party is in full swing, gentlemen.”
And was it ever. Several people were in various stages of undress and others were moving out the door toward the stairs. She pulled out of the younger man's embrace and started forward. Both men stared at her retreating form. The older one shot a glance to the younger one and muttered “What the hell.” under his breath. Both gentlemen followed her swaying hips up the stairs and into a spacious bedroom. This really wasn't either man's style, but each were curious to see where this would lead.
Candles had been lit and the air smelled musky. The French doors opening to the private balcony were thrown open and the steamy night air was floating inside the room. Both men settled into the arm chairs that had been arranged around the foot of the bed. She reached for the hem of the clingy dress.
“Hold it sweetheart,” the younger man directed. Her head tilted to one side in her signature snotty move and her green eyes blazed. “What are you up to?”
“Watch and see.”
She slowly peeled the black material off her body. Her fingers quickly released the silver clip holding her hair in place. She tossed it in the direction her dress had went. Each man had mentioned numerous times how beautiful she was and now was no exception. The older man breathed the word beautiful while the younger man's eyes darkened with desire. He had to uncross his legs to relieve the pressure of his slacks against his crotch.
Her black lace bra was tossed into his lap. He'd always enjoyed her young, firm breasts. The other man's attentions were usually focused lower down her body. She perched on the foot of the California King bed and began to remove her stockings. The soft rustling of material mixed wonderfully with the sounds of breath being drawn. The matching lace panties were tossed into the other man's lap. Completely naked she turned and inched to the center of the bed, presenting her nice round bottom to the men.
She began to settle back among the pristine virginal white sheets. “Don't you find these white sheets rather ironic?” she teased. Innocence was the last thing on anyone's mind. Both men had leaned forward watching. Knowing they were both becoming aroused by this forbidden pleasure she closed her eyes and ran her fingers across her stomach. She worked out on a regular basis, but she had the curves of a woman.
One hand moved to cup her breast and tease her nipple. A low moan crossed her lips. Her tongue darted out to chase around her lips. She let her thighs fall open. “Damn.” someone breathed. Both men liked to see the tight curls between her legs trimmed and she correctly guessed that they liked what they were seeing now. She was slightly swollen and already soft and wet. Her fingers snaked down past her navel to cup and stroke her mound. A breathy sigh was the only sound in the room. Her eyes closed on the sigh and she arched her back. Her fingers began to work in earnest against her slick flesh. She pushed, pulled, teasing her body closer to orgasm.
Both men recognized how close she was to coming. The hitch in her breathing, the flush on her body, the way her fingers worked faster...she was so close. She opened her eyes and spread her legs wider. She abandoned the sweet flesh of her pussy to beckon them to her. The moisture on her fingers and clinging to her body were more than either man could resist. This was a plea that each understood. She needed each man...naked and on the bed with her.
If either man had reservations about sharing the woman on the bed, they were quickly forgotten. Clothes were shucked and both knelt beside her. The men didn't touch each other, but both went about the task of bringing her relief. If she had a preference they couldn't tell. One moved between her thighs, caressing the silky soft skin. The other began lavishing attention on her neck and down to her breasts.
Her fingers curled into dark hair and flexed against his scalp as his mouth tormented her body. The pleasure was so intense it bordered on pain. They also needed to be touched, stroked. She began using her hands and mouth on whatever piece of male flesh was offered. Both were hard and aching.
“Angel, you've got to choose.”
Her arms grasped shoulders while her hips arched against a rock hard erection. She moved so that her slick center would envelop his aching head. Force took over and her thighs were pushed open further as he thrust into her. Her body responded by closing around him like velvet covering steel.
The other soul in the room stretched out next to the mating couple. His hand pulled against his cock in a steady rhythm. His own release was getting close. Her head turned toward him, looking at his handsome face. “Soon.” she mouthed. He smiled back at her.
Finally, her body began to bow toward her lover. Her breath caught and a groan slipped between her swollen lips. The man above her shuddered with his own release. The man watching the scene groaned as his cock jerked and ribbons of cream flowed down his hand. This night truly had been an unexpected surprise. The biggest surprise being how much he'd enjoyed this evening of deviance she'd allowed him to be a part of.
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