Posts tagged “oral sex

Flavour saver

i have this little triangle of hair, just under my bottom lip. if i let it grow a bit, it stops being rough and bristly and becomes soft and ticklish.

i’m gonna tickle your pussy with it when i lick your clit.


Standing

standing 69s are great
ʇıɟ ǝʇınb ǝq oʇ ǝʌɐɥ noʎ ʇnq
make sure he doesn’t drop you
ʇıq ɐ ǝʇınb ʇɹnɥ uɐɔ ʇı ǝsnɐɔ,

a standing 69 is cool
unɟ sı ʎluıɐʇɹǝɔ ʇı
but make sure that close you eyes
ɯnɔ ʇɐɥʇ llɐ ɹoɟ ʇno ɥɔʇɐʍ


Hungry

i want your pussy for dinner
and i want it for my lunch,
i want your pussy for supper
and i want it for my brunch.

i want your pussy for breakfast
and in between my meals,
i want your pussy at tea time
and to eat until you squeal.

i want to eat your pussy banquet,
and i want taste your pussy snacks,
i want to get my fill of you
and feast upon your snatch.


Sizzling

tender red meat,
seeping in its own juices,
sizzling.
thick, creamy sauce,
pouring over and down,
dribbling,
bubbling and spitting.

then flipped over,
flesh exposed,
boiling and hissing,
juicy and sweet,
quivering with the heat.
mouth watering,
tender, red meat


Boiling point

i kiss your neck
your breasts
168°

i wet your hardening nipples
and blow
184°

i kiss your belly
your mound
your pussy
and like a hot
summer breeze
you moan
193°

i flick your clit
with my tongue
and feel you writhe
and hear you
gasp
and cuss
202°

faster and wetter
dripping
filling
my mouth
with your sweet nectar
210°

the heat rises
ripples run through you
211°

your back arches
your fingers grasp
at sheets
your orgasm approaches
211.9°

i stop
and watch
211.8°

and return
211.9°
211.99°

i stop again and blow
cold against your clit
you beg and punch
and call me names
211.9°

and i bury my head
again
211.99°
211.999°

i stop
and wait
and listen to you plead
captivated
by your need
211.99°

i taste
211.999°
211.9999°

and stop
211.999°
211.99°

and lick
211.999°
211.9999°
211.99999°

until you scream
and boil
and bubble
212°

and steam


Fancy another?

its a hot day and the ice cream cone is melting, little drips fall onto your bare breasts and belly and you scriggle and try to grab the cone from me. i laugh and pin you on your back letting little drips of chilling vanilla ice cream drip onto your hot pussy. you jump and gasp as each one lands, and you snatch the cone from me and plonk the whole thing onto my erect cock, causing me to shriek and my cock to thrash wildly, cold white rivers of ice running slowly down its length over my length and balls making my whole body convulse.

you get onto all fours and start to lick at the thick, cold cream, mouthfuls of the sticky goo sliding in long gulps down your throat. the white chocolate sauce is not hot any more but it is still very warm and my cock pulses with the contrast of temperatures as you pour it in trickles over its tip, watching it dribble and gush slowly down my cock.

you take me into your mouth and purr and hum, sending delightful vibrations through me, pressing your tongue and lips against my throbbing member, tasting first the hot sweet sauce and then the saltiness of my cum as it sprays the back of your throat and dribbles from your lips and down your chin and neck as I moan and pant and tremble with delight.

we lay back and hold each other and kiss and lick the last remains of ice cream and sauce and cum from each other, and then we hear the ice cream truck jingle outside again. “fancy another?” i ask you…


Naughty girl

Another wonderful exciting and dirty post from my favourite mystery blogger:

Immaculate Conception Academy is a strict Catholic girls school with top notch sports teams.
A star defender stands in her field hockey coach’s office, her hands behind her back with her head down, trying not to stare at the bulge in his pants. “You’ve not been doing well at practice, have you young lady?” he asks. She looks upwards through her lashes at him and admits, “No, Sir, I haven’t. Sorry, Sir.”

“Is it your schoolwork? What has been getting you so distracted that you can’t even run 5 miles?” he asks in a voice that is meant to sound stern but is actually filled with a powerful softness.
“Well, I can’t really say, Sir.” she says, blushing slightly.

“Perhaps you need to feel more comfortable,” he suggests in an English accent that sends her weak at the knees, “come and sit down,” he tells her, patting his lap. She sits down gently, staring into his eyes as she does, half excited and half afraid that he will feel the radiating heat between her thighs. As she sits, she feels his hardness twitching beneath her as he places his hand on her thigh, just below the hem of her blue, pleated skirt. “You don’t want to be punished, do you?” he asks.

“Well, no, I’m,I’m just-”

“Stand up” he says to her. She stands, his eyes are glued to her upper thigh. He lifts the back of her skirt slowly, revealing a sweet, soft cheek peeking out from a pair of red lace panties. He kisses the beauty mark the rests at her tantalizing tan line. He follows it with kisses, all the way to her inner thigh and breathes her in. Her body fills with goosebumps. He hears a slight moan from her that thickens his hard-on.

He stands and holds her close to him. She can feel his cock pressing into her from behind, feel it pulse with sexual energy, as he slips his arms tight about her waist and pulls her closer, pressing himself into her. “Tell me” he says, “Tell me everything.”

“Well, sir,” she starts, a little quiver in her voice, “Its you, I can’t, its just, well, I can’t get you out of my mind. I keep having fantasies about you.” He spins her around and their eyes meet. The look they share glows like hot coals.
“What sort of fantasies do you have about me?” he asks, barely able to hide his smile and totally unable to hide his erection. She looks down at his stretched crotch, drops to her knees and undoes his zipper.

Her young, honest eyes look up at him. Biting her lip, she reaches under her skirt, inserts her fingers into herself, removes them and covers his cock with her nectar, she takes it into her mouth and begins sucking him. He leans back against his white board and groans, surprised that she knows what she is doing. He runs his fingers through her dark hair and imagines what she tastes like and wonders what her young pussy must feel like.

The desire to know her and taste her overwhelms him and, just before he is about to shoot his thick white cum into her mouth, he drops to his knees, pulls her to standing position, lifts up her skirt and pulls her dripping panties down hurriedly. Knowing what he wants, she widens her stride a little and bends over, grabbing herself by the ankles. He kneels down and first with his fingers and then his tongue and then his whole mouth he starts to caress and massage and thrust himself at her drenched, tingling wetness. Her legs quiver with pleasure and her whole body pulses with the sensation of his tongue reaching into her velvet depths. She feels how stiff he is even though she cannot see it, she feels it in the sheer lust of his longing for her, the way he licks thirstily at her, the way he knows just what she is feeling and she gasps and moans and almost squeals, never having known pleasure like this from a man. All she can think about is his cock and how much she wants it in her, filling her and coming into her in thick, long squirts, mixing with her juices and dripping from her. She wants to scream, “Fuck me! Fuck me now! Fuck me hard!” but can she?

He stops and lays her down on her back. He spreads her open, her clit exposed. He blows lightly and she jumps–every shiver up her spine is earthshaking. He kisses her clit and licks it. He laps at her sweet wetness. Finally she can’t take anymore, she needs him now. “Fuck me, fuck me please!” she cries. He kisses her belly, leaving a trail of her wetness up to and in between her breasts. He kisses her lips, deeply. Holding her hands down above her head, fingers intertwined, he begins to run his cock in and out of her. Her entire body tingles. She arches her hips. She wants to come on his cock. Now.

He holds her down and rears above her, his cock sinking into and out of her, the only point of contact between them, the only thing they can feel is the hot throbbing contact of his burning cock and her tight glistening pussy, concentrating their pleasure into that one spot. Then, as they come they grab each other and breathe together rhythmically. He fills her and collapses into her as she shudders and shakes. They kiss as their hearts pump together.

“I’m not sure if that’s quite what I meant by ‘punishment’ he says, playfully, and she giggles like a diirrty little schoolgirl.


Two fantasies

ok, so what’s your dirtiest fanstasy?

will you tell me yours?

sure.

you might be shocked.

i doubt it.

just a fantasy, yeah? not necessarily something i’d do?

sure.

ok… alright. It would involve a sea of men. all stood around me and i’d be kneeling. i’d have one fucking me and one in my mouth. all the others would be stood around and- and they’d all be sex starved, ok? so they’d be really gagging for it, they wouldn’t have had as much as a jack off for weeks, or months even, fuck it, years. am i shocking you?

no, i’m a little surprised but no, go on.

ok, well, as i said, i’d have one fucking me, one in my mouth and one in each hand, and all the others would be stood around, jerking off or jerking each other off or sucking each other off, and there would be cum everywhere, all over me  and all over them. Everywhere I looked there would be big squirting dicks and i would be drenched in it and so would they and i’d have them lick it all off me and each other. ok. that’s pretty much it. what’s your dirtiest fantasy?

i was just gonna say i’d quite like to rub your cock between my tits actually.


Vagina diner

there is nothing that tastes finer
than a good vagina diner.
from the rooftops hear me shout,
“girl i wanna eat you out.

forget that meat injection
or your nasty yeast infection,
and do not think it wussy,
that i wanna taste your pussy.

how i wish that they made snacks
that tasted like your snatch.
The only problem that i’m havin’
is finding a word that rhymes with cunnilingus.