Drowning

Okay,
So I can’t
Stop looking
At your tits,
And yeah,
Thinking about
Your butt
And what I would do
Drives me wild
With desire.
But really,
Its by your mind
I want to be fucked.
The beautiful mix
Of sadism
And sweetness
And humor,
The power,
The fun.
I want
To be slave
To your
Imagination
And die
Drowning
In my own cum.

19 responses

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  2. Oh, I want someone to say all of that to me! It’s beautiful.

    13.08.02 at 13.43

    • i can say it, or better, to you, you only have to ask 🙂

      13.08.03 at 01.03

      • Since returning to your blog and reading, appreciating this piece, I have been out-of-control horny…all your fault!

        Today, I went for a massage which inspired this story, which I am dedicating to you (I hope you don’t mind that I have put it here):

        Muscles tender with pain, I stagger towards the studio.

        Gently, I peel off my clothes and place them in the basket.

        I climb onto the table, covered only by a towel.

        A young Asian girl enters the cubicle. With appropriate modesty, she folds back the towel to expose my shoulders, my back and the top of my buttocks. Slowly, she dribbles oil, warmed by her small hands, down my spine. The oil seeps between my cheeks.
        The girl begins kneading my shoulders with the heels of her hands. She uses her elbows along my spine. Her knuckles massage my abundant curves. She pushes at the tender points on the side of my buttocks. Her hands, the oil – so warm.

        My eyes flutter closed as her fingers dance across my arse…

        …Cooler oil oozes from the bottle. I feel a warm hand slide under the towel and between my legs. Her fingers skim across my clit and my body shudders.

        Without hesitation, without qualms and with complete alacrity, she pushes her fingers into my hungry cunt. With oiled fingers and a well-lubricated hole, my pussy almost swallows her hand. The tips of her fingers press against my g-spot. She begins to rhythmically glide her hand in and out. My minge expels squelching, wet sponge-like sounds – I don’t care. She keeps pressing her fingers into my g-spot, over and over, steadily, as if a hard, hot cock is thrusting in and out of my pussy. She begins to increase the speed and intensity.

        I’m getting wetter and wetter. I can almost feel my juices dribbling down my thighs. The girl drives her hand harder, faster, more forcefully. I try to stay on the massage table but my body is both thrashing around, fighting her hand; while aching for her to keep going. She climbs astride my back, facing my feet. Her weight holds me down.

        Oh my God! My masseuse is forcefully finger-fucking me. Not only that but she is speed-sliding her hand in and out of my hole. Faster and faster, she is slamming into me with reckless abandon, yet she still hammers my g-spot with every pumping motion.

        I burrow my face into the cushion. I can’t make a noise. I’m in a semi-public place. Although how we’ll explain the squelching, squishing, squirming sounds, I have no idea. I don’t care – I am loving this.

        Holy shit – I think I’m going to pee on the table but I don’t want her to stop. This is fucking ecstasy and I’m about to explode into a thousand pieces.

        The girl leans forward and positions her shoulders between my thighs. Her face is almost in my cunt. Her shoulders are stopping me from clamping my legs together. And the hand inside me doesn’t stop. In fact, I think she stabs in and out, even faster, even harder.

        Waves of heat, stemming from my pulsating cunt, flow like lava over my slippery, oiled body. I grunt and groan. That’s fucking it – I scream out, over and over again.

        Clear liquid shoots out of my pussy into the girl’s face. It soaks her. It soaks the towels. It soaks the massage table.

        The girl slides off my back, down from the table. She grabs a fresh towel and slips out of the cubicle.

        …I guess my 70 minutes are over.

        ***And now I’m going to bed with as many vibrators as I can find in my drawers!

        13.08.07 at 12.56

        • oh my! now you have me out-of-control horny too – you are one hellova writer of erotica, it was like i was there. i nearly came just reading that. thank you, you just made my day – i think now i will have to go write something with this mood. either that or make a hot and sticky mess of myself – thank you again, i think i love you 🙂

          13.08.07 at 13.04

          • Write something…then you can make us all happy!

            And thanks for being so ‘nice’ about my first ever naughty short story.

            13.08.07 at 13.17

            • can’t believe it was your first – it was awesome – thank you – and write i will

              13.08.07 at 13.35

            • no way will i block this rhonda – when have i ever done that? thank you for your comment, and as always, your honesty

              13.08.07 at 17.48

            • I’m a little too old to be ‘cute’ (at 42), and I’m quite happy to worship and stroke his ego, brain and anything else that comes up(?).
              I’ve waded into the water and I can swim very well.

              13.08.08 at 06.10

  3. G

    The images that pop in my mind here are fucking awesome, where is my drink? *fans self*

    13.07.30 at 18.42

    • drown with me then

      13.07.30 at 20.25

      • G

        *Gurgle* :p

        13.07.30 at 20.48

        • i can almost hear that gurgle

          13.07.30 at 22.31

  4. Fuck-ing beautiful…

    13.07.29 at 20.44

    • glad you liked it

      13.07.30 at 06.49

  5. Love 🙂

    13.07.29 at 17.08

  6. Awesome.

    13.07.29 at 14.42

    • thank you buddy

      13.07.30 at 06.48

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