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You I

You
are shy and pull the sheet up around your neck, but I can see where your other hand is, see it moving, see what you are doing to yourself.

I
am not shy and kneel naked and erect between your thighs stroking the length of my thrashing cock, watching you watch me. You rub at yourself a little faster and smile and moan lightly, gripping me with your thighs.

You
slide the sheet down to just above your nipples, your hips beginning  to rock  up and down, and I can hear the gentle lapping of your fingers washing over your dark, hot pussy.

I
tell you what I want you to do and you oblige, slipping your hand out from under the sheet and brushing your sweet, wet fingers over my waiting lips.

You
let go of the sheet and take hold of my shaft, squeezing it sweetly, with your painted, dark fingers, feeling it throb and twitch in your grasp.

I
pull at the sheet and you let go and grab it, shaking your head, cheekily.

You
know what I want to do and don’t even have to ask.

I
know what you want me to do and I nod and smile in agreement.

You
let go and grab hold of me again, letting the soft cotton glide down over your breast and belly, letting me see how hard you are touching yourself, letting me drink in your pleasure.

I
reach down between your legs and start to stroke at your wetness, slipping my fingers into you and over you and round you, feeling your orgasm rise from deep inside you, your back arching, your mouth open, your eyes half closed in ecstasy, loud, animal moans and my name on your lips.

You
stroke me faster feeling my cock throb and pulsate and my body shudder as my orgasm breaks over me like an ocean wave.

I
come in long thick physical gasps, my cum splashing softly onto your breast, my body shaking, your name escaping from me in between my trembling gasps.

You
come and scream and watch as I lick my cum from your soft, quivering breasts.


Chips

I’ll love you like
Chocolate
Or curry or
Chips.
I’ll kiss you like
Strawberries
Or sugar or
Crisps.
I’ll fuck you like
Roast beef
And come on
Your tits.


Cum

cum rising,
thick within me.
cum bursting,
hot into you.

cum squirting,
deep from in me.
cum dripping,
sticky from you.

cum shaking
hard, our minds.
cum shooting,
juicy times.


Jet

Neither of them speak much of each other’s language, but they get by with a few shared words and a bit of arm waving, and they have fun as she shows him round the property.

She is particularly proud of the bathroom and its large built in jacuzzi, and gestures towards it smiling. “You like?” she asks. When he walks over to it and switches on the faucet, she realises with a blush, and widening eyes, that he has misunderstood. For a second she hesitates, ponders on the professionality of taking a bath with a client but only for a second, then she turns and leaves the room to go fetch a bikini and some trunks and some towels.

When she returns, the tub is full and writhing and he is naked and climbing in. She drops the towels in surprise. Her toes curl and her mouth drops open, as she watches him slowly lower himself into the bubbles, her eyes glued to his sculpted arms, back and butt, as the water splashes over him, making his skin glisten and sparkle.

He watches her, grinning naughtily, as she gracefully undresses, staring right back at him, her smile matching his. As she slides into the tempestuous liquid, he takes her by the arms and turns her to face the curved side of the bath. She kneels holding the rim with both hands, a soft jet of water gently caressing her now glowing pussy.

He kneels behind her and kisses her neck and shoulders. His hands slip, over and down her back and ass and then round her waist, sliding and exploring her, as he presses himself into her back and she feels the strength of his throbbing cock against her. He moves his hands up over her breasts and pushes her closer to the gushing jet, kissing and nibbling her neck. The sensation of the water, pulsing into her clit, makes her convulse and let out a little scream. He pushes her nearer still, rubbing himself against her. The stream of hot tingling water, pounding into her, sets her whole pussy alight, every little bit of it fizzing with a rising fire.

When he pushes her flat against the side, she screams through gritted teeth with delight, the hot jets of pulsing bubbles, pounding into her, effervescent pussy, almost too much to bare. She feels his cock push up between her thighs, and she opens them and, as he enters her, her pussy quivers with carnal heaven, sending shock-waves down his shaft and deep into his soul. The hot jet bombards them both as he fucks her deeply and powerfully. Her orgasm, shakes her to the core and leaves her gasping for breath. Even long minutes after, when they sit in each other’s armed, covered in thick, white, fluffy towels, she is still shaking.


Blue moon

i wanna be all alone with you
and hold you in my arms.
i wanna laugh with you
and dance with you
and have my naughty way with you.

i wanna cover you with dirty kisses
and make your pussy shiver.
i wanna have the thrill of you
and my fill of you
and taste your dripping honey dew.

i wanna make your body tingle
and make you come so hard.
i wanna drink from you
and come in you
and fuck you til the moons turn blue.


Scriggle

“You will scriggle!”
“And what is that?”
“Its a word
that i just made up.”
“And what does it mean,
this word of yours, scriggle?”
“It means,
when you come,
you’ll half scream
and half giggle!”


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.


Room 69

Contributed by an extremely talented, anonymous blogger with a wonderful imagination:

As the hotel maid dusts and tidies the room, she can feel his eyes on her, following her around, watching her flit with her bright feather duster. She bends over to pick up an imaginary piece of fluff from the floor, feeling his gaze slide up her legs as her uniform rides up her thighs, allowing him to see the tops of her stockings. She stretches up on her tip-toes to brush away an imaginary cobweb, bending one leg at the knee coquettishly, letting him appreciate her long shapely legs. She looks at him and sees something move under the sheets. He smiles at her when he realizes she has seen this. She should complain really, she thinks, say something. She doesn’t have to put up with this.

Instead, she walks into the bathroom and pretends to clean. She smiles at herself in the mirror and adjusts her cleavage, enjoying the control she has over the situation. A minute passes and suddenly he is standing naked in the bathroom doorway. “Oh, excuse me,” she says politely, “I’m almost finished, is there anything else I can do for you?” He steps closer to her, takes her hand and pulls her gently but firmly toward him. She doesn’t resist, he is devilishly handsome and impressively endowed. She can feel the heat of his manhood pressed against her. He holds her tightly as he lifts up her skirt and slips his strong hand inside her lace panties. She is wet and quivers at his touch. She pushes him away from her so she can get a look at him and then grasps him gently, pulling slowly up and down, loving the sounds it draws from him. Holding him like that she steers him to the bed.

“Sit down,” she says as she kneels down onto the floor. She looks up into his eyes and begins to lick him. He leans back and watches her tongue lick from the base to the tip. One of her hands moves to the base and the other between her legs. Without touching herself she can feel the radiation between her thighs. She begins to softly stroke her clit as she takes his cock and slaps it lightly against her tongue. She loves watching his face and his chest as the fire rises within him. She lowers her mouth down onto him, taking his whole cock into her throat. She leaves it there for a moment, slides her tongue around it and takes him in and out of her mouth again. He thrusts his hips slightly, but she doesn’t want him to get too excited yet.

She holds his hips and rises up, pinning him still, so that he cannot move. She teases him by slowing down each time she feels him get too aroused, but the sounds he makes and the feel of his rock hard cock in her mouth turn her on so much. She wants to feel him inside her. She saunters into the bathroom and places her hands and right knee on the counter and thrusts her ass out, beckoning him to enter her from behind.

He comes up behind her and grabs her, pulling her panties aside and pushing just the very tip of his rock hard member into her dripping wet pussy. He can feel her delicious juices trickling down the sides of his thick, twitching cock. She squeezes it with her pussy as if to ask him to enter her deeply, to fill her completely.

He pulls out the tip and kisses her shoulder and the curve of her neck where beads of sweat are beginning to form. He bends down to look at her juicy pussy. He circles one finger around her wetness and she moans. Hungrily, he darts his tongue into her and circles around her inner depths. She pushes back against him as he fucks her with his tongue. She cries out and just as she is about to come, he stops. “Fuck me now,” she demands. He inserts the tip and holds her hips steady. She squeezes his cock again and just as they make eye contact, he drives himself completely and intensely inside of her, but leaves it there. He holds her steady. His cock feels like a hot iron inside of her. She tries to move, she needs to be fucked by his thick cock. She needs to come.

But he is not going to let her. Not yet. She is going to have to beg for it. She tries to move again, desperate to feel him sliding in and out of her, but he holds her fast and strong. Their eyes meet in the mirror and she can see he has a wicked grin playing across his lips. “Bastard.” She smiles back, “Fuck me hard!” He gives her just one single pump, pulling almost right out of her and plunging back in to his full length before holding her still again. She struggles and her pussy throbs with desire and lust. He squeezes with his cock, pushing against her deep red depths and she squeals slightly. “Please,” she half laughs, half cries. He pulls out and pushes in again, slowly but fully. Once, twice, a little harder, a little faster. She moans uncontrollably and he stops holding her still so she can work her hips against him.

He speeds up and her heart races as he moves in and out of her, fucking her thoroughly. “Turn around and sit on the edge,” he says. She obeys. He removes her soaking wet panties from her and she wraps her legs around his strong waist. He grabs ahold of her thighs and uses them as leverage as he takes her with fury. She throws her head back and screams, “Yes, you feel so good inside me, fuck me harder!” He picks her up and pushes her back against the wall. “Fuck!” she screams, as she feels her body tingle and burn on the brink of orgasm. As their bodies sweat together, suddenly he comes into her, hard. He convulses and feels the muscles within her contract. She feels him fill her. Her eyes roll back into her head as she shakes violently and collapses into him. They stay there for a moment like that, kissing, breathing heavily, their hot combined juices seeping from her pussy, dripping down his legs.
He puts her down. “I love you,” he says to her.
“I told you that you would like it if I dressed up for you,” she says, smiling. “Next time I want to be your dirty school girl.” He spanks her butt and they run, laughing, into the other room.


One condition

“Ok,” you say, out of the blue, “I’ll undress for you.”
“Really?!”  I grin, with embarrassing enthusiasm.
“On one condition though.”
“Sure. Anything. What?”
“That you get naked first and that you wear something for me.” I feel like pointing out that that is two conditions and that I can’t be naked if I’m wearing something but I don’t, I just nod and grin like a retarded puppy.

I take off my clothes, as slowly as I can, because I want her to do the same, and I’m already well on the way to being fully erect by the time I slip off my boxers. You smile at it and it bounces merrily in response. The you reach into a drawer and pull out a crimson silk scarf and hand it too me. I look puzzled, “How do I-” I start to ask.
“As a blindfold.” you giggle. I love you too much to be angry, but I know I’ve been duped and look more crestfallen than I actually am and call you a name. You giggle more and undo a button on your top and gesture, with a nod, for me to blindfold myself.

You check that the scarf is secure, give me a little kiss and whisper in my ear. “On your knees, my love.” I kneel down, trembling slightly from excitement, as I listen to your clothes fall softly, one by one, to the floor. I hear the unfastening of your black-trimmed, blue bra and the brush of satin against the flesh as you slip out of your panties. This makes me so incredibly hard that I become light-headed and nearly lose my balance.

I feel you approach me and stand, just inches from me. I can feel the heat of your beauty on my face and can almost taste you, as you put a hand on my head to stop me leaning forward and tell me to blow, and as I do, I can feel your whole body shudder with little ripples of delight. “Again,” you moan, “harder, longer.” I blow, drawing tiny gasps of pleasure from you with each breath. You slip a finger inside yourself and use it to moisten your throbbing rosebud and tell me to blow again. Your moans deepen and your gasps become cries and your whole body is shaking with a heated carnal rumbling when you stop and tell me to stand up.

You stand so close to me that our bodies touch, I can feel the caress of your rock hard nipples against my chest and my erection brushing against you soft, quivering flesh. You kiss me and I taste you as you push your self up against me, and feel me pulsate between our bellies. Then you step back again, and I wait, trembling and throbbing for what seems like an age before I feel your lips kiss my tip. You place your hands on my hips and hold me still as you kiss it again, this time opening you mouth a little more, tickling me with your tongue, taking me deeper into your mouth with each gentle rock on your head. I can hear the gentle lapping of you touching yourself, my imagination almost as overwhelmed as my body.

When you feel me close to erupting, you stop and slowly run the tip of your tongue up my length enjoying how I throb with desire for release and climax.  Then you stop, push be back so I fall onto the bed and straddle me. I feel your hand take me and guide me so I am almost inside you and then you pull down my blindfold stare into my eyes and say “Right, now fuck me!”

 


The big oak desk

your desk at work is a big, old fashioned oak affair, covered on three sides and facing the door. i am not supposed to visit you at work, so when we hear someone approaching down the corridor outside, you tell me to hide, under the desk.

as i crouch there, listening to your conversation with some man, i slip my hand up inside your short, green, cotton skirt and gently tickle the inside of your thigh. your voice goes up a notch briefly before you bring it under control.  you gesture to me to stop with a hand under the desk, which i grab and kiss and you pull it away, but i know you are suppressing a smile up there.

when he has gone, you tell me to come out but i don’t, i slide my hands further up your legs to the top of your thighs and pull your panties to one side and plant a gentle kiss on your pussy, feeling how warm it is getting. you tell me to ‘stop it’, but i can tell from the hidden giggle in your voice that you don’t mean it. i kiss you again, longer and harder and feel you getting wet as i flick softly at your clit with my tongue. i push your legs wide open and run my tongue up the length of your silky treasure, loving your taste and the way your hips are now rocking lightly back and forth with the rhythm of your pleasure as i lick harder and faster at your throbbing, hard clit.

i feel your orgasm begin to rise in you, a distant carnal rumbling, making your legs tremble. you have to grip the edge of the desk hard to prevent yourself from moaning. then i hear another voice, a man’s, he is asking you lots of questions. you try to push my head away and close your legs but i don’t let you and lick harder and faster and feel you quake as your orgasm rises up through you. you try to answer his questions with ‘yes’ and ‘okay’, but he is asking complicated difficult things and i hear you squeak ‘er, can i get back to you on that?’ he asks if you’re all-right   and i can feel you nod your head ‘es thanks.’ you gasp as your orgasm explodes through your body.

when he is gone and you are completed, you drag me from under the big oak desk and glare at me crossly and then plant a big kiss on my still wet lips and flash me your biggest smile.


Damn Stan

so, its about a six months back, and i’m talking dirty, on facebook, to this woman in south africa, or one of those countries, and its just text, but she is awesome at that shit, and we’re both about to blow our beans when there’s this pause. now, i’m thinking, ‘ok, so she’s popped already’, and i sit back and wait for all the gory details, keeping myself on the verge of the old vinegar strokes, when she types,
“fuck off and die you sick pervert bastard!” now, i’m a little surprised, because this is not her usual modus operandi, but i’m flexible and can work with pretty much any material. so, i’m about to type back,
“go on… tell me more?” when i realise – silly cow has left her laptop open and this is her hubby, whose rumbled what she’s up to. so, i types back “hello stan, nice to meet you mate. how are you? your missus is a right dirty bitch ain’t she? you lucky fucker, you!” almost instantly he’s back at me with this wonderful stream-of-consciousness, ‘rot in hell motherfucker’ stuff and its awesome. i wish i’d kept it. i’m like pissing myself here and i type back,
“wow that’s hot stan, you’re getting me proper fucking stiff. tell me, what are you wearing right now?” and he’s all like,
“i’m gonna hunt you down you piece of shit and cut off your cock and feed it to you.” now, i’m nearly wetting myself at this point and tears are streaming down my cheeks, i’m laughing that hard.
“damn stan,” i type, “you just made me come! you’re better at this shit than your missus!” at this point he unfriends me and blocks me and it all ends there, but it was as funny as fuck, i tell ya.

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The pub

The pub was a shit-hole, the carpet was sticky with years of spilled beer and guts, the dark brown walls had not seen a lick of paint since the war, and the windows were thick with the residue of a million roll-ups. Most of the time time there would be just these three or four old men in there, trying to pour their own cheap lager from cans in bags under the table into their glasses without being spotted by the bar staff. Sometimes people would go there to buy cheap frozen meat from the local junkies, who would steal it from the Iceland store on the corner. It was a real shit-hole

The only time it was any different was on match days. Then, for two or three hours before and after a game, the place was heaving with raucous singing, jumping red shirts and flying beer. We would meet there early and make up chants to piss the away fans off. Deano was unofficially in charge. He was a top London chef and had a scar on his cheek the exact same shape and size as the lip of a broken pint glass.

The barmaid, Caz, had the most fantastic tits you ever saw, they were like two giant blimps bouncing against each other in the skies above the stadium. Her top was always covered in stains, she never seemed to brush her teeth, and she had a laugh that sounded like a dog being strangled. She lived halfway between the pub and the stadium; we were together for about a year. Her apartment  was even more of a dump than the pub, and her six kids were a nightmare, in and out of juvie like a Spurs fan in his boyfriends ass. She used to make this thing she called ‘breakfast’, which involved sticking eggs, bacon, beans and a slice of bread on a plate and bunging it in the microwave for ten minutes. I never once saw her brush her teeth, but she had fantastic tits and lived halfway between the pub and  the stadium.

When she caught me shagging her sister by the dumpster behind the pub, she burnt all the pictures of my little boy, who had died five years previously, smashed my guitar and had her brother put a price on my head. Two years later, the team moved to a new stadium, and the pub lost all its business and had to close down. Its an apartment building now. It was a good thing really, that pub was a shit-hole.


Facials

I’ve been wondering something of late: why is it that men like to come on women’s faces so much? Now, don’t get me wrong, I like to splatter a platter along with the rest, but a lot of women I know do not find the idea quite as alluring, and even offering to lick it off is rarely met with a response of “Ooh, yes please!”

So, purely in the interest of science, I decided to conduct a little experiment and give myself a facial and now that I have, I think I can see why a gobfull of goo is not actually very sexy, not when you are on the receiving end, not to mention that getting it in your eye stings like buggery (not that I know what buggery feels like, in case your reading this Mum). Now, nothing makes this dick droop more than a look of disgust on a gal’s face. So why are we (men) so keen to give you (women) a covering of cum?

At first I thought it was symbolic thing, like men wanting to have big dicks, a sign of our fertility, or something, but I don’t think that’s it. Sadly I think its nothing that poetic, I think its more like a dog marking its territory, a kind of ownership thing, and that leaves a bad taste in my mouth, although that may just be my own semen.

Not only is it possessive and therefore degrading to women, I think it is even darker than that. This whole facial thing is perpetuated by the porn industry, which is directed mostly at men (even if their squirting squigglies are directed at women) and it encourages men, particularly those of an impressionable age, to see women as objects and so plays along with the whole ‘rape culture’ that porn so often seems to revel in. So think twice guys next time before you jiz in her viz, try my little experiment and find out what it feels like first.


Okay, I’m back

So now I am back. I have had the most wonderful time being abducted by aliens. We flew in and out of the rings of Saturn and sunbathed under a sulphur volcano on Io. We went skinny dipping in the methane oceans of Titan and showered under five mile high, diamond waterfalls of hot gas on Jupiter. I saw a 12 coloured rainbow from the top of a mountain on Mars and drank wine fermented in the glow of a supernova.

Best of all was all the orifice probing that goes, quite naturally, along with an alien abduction. Apparently this is not done for any scientific reason but simply because it amuses the rest of the universe. There are several billion sites on the uniweb dedicated to such sport, my favourite being uuu.fuckthatsfunny.con. They already know all there is to know about us, what with us being one of the most primitive species ever to have evolved.

I have met some amazing people. I smoked a spliff with Marie Antoinette and sucked Jo Stalin’s dick (its tiny).  Did you know that Adolf Hitler was gay, and actually he said “A glass of juice,” not “Gas the Jews”? I met Joan of Arc, and let me tell you, she is nowhere near as gay as people like to think. We all smoked some fantastic Arcturan weed and the aliens paid us each $150 dollars for our time. Sadly these were Betelgeusian dollars and made of chocolate.

Anyway I am back and refreshed and ready to write some smut.


Flavor

I like my coffee
Like I like my women.
Strong, hot and wet.

I don’t care
If my coffee is black or white,
Just as long as it is tasty.

I can’t stand
Instant coffee.
I find it sad

That so many
Of my fellow Brits
Drink that shit.

I like to use my plunger,
Or at least my peculator,
But then,

I’m nuts about my coffee.
It took me years to find my favorite
Flavor.


Defined beauty

I want to worship you
And kneel before your dark, wet glory.
I want to lay you down
And spread you out
On my alter of lust.

I want for you to be my religion
My one true faith and angel of my desires.
I want to taste your holy grail
And drink your carnal wine
In our moments of love.

I want to sacrifice myself to you
And drown in your intoxication.
I want feel your body rock,
thighs wrapped
tight around my neck as you explode.

I want to devote myself to you
And write your beauty as scripture
And for beauty to be defined
By
Your name alone.


And this is only the beginning

I am tied and gagged in the corner, on my knees, chained to the wall, my cock already stiffening in anticipation of what is to come. You are on all fours on the the bed, wearing only white suspenders and stockings.

Six strapping young men enter, naked and fully erect. They each have magnificent cocks, which quiver and throb in the warm air, their twitching tips already starting to glisten with pre-cum.

I stiffen further as a large cock hovers before your face and I watch you lick gently at the tip, offering your mouth to it slowly, your hand gripped around its base, feeling it throb with desire for you. You look over at me and blow me a little kiss, and then take him deep into your mouth as you feel another cock slip between your thighs and rammed into your welcoming hot, pussy. He fucks you hard, rocking your body forward, pushing the other cock deep into your mouth. They both moan delightfully and gasp and you take the cock out of your mouth for a moment and lick greedily up and down its impressive length, moaning in sheer pleasure as you do. You look at me, wanting me to see the deep pleasure these men are giving you You mouth the words ‘I love you’. You cannot see my tears but you can see my erection. The white guy reaches round and starts rubbing hard at your bulging wet clit, running his thick, strong fingers up and down the length of your glistening pussy. You feel your self start to come and you moan deeply, through the cock as you feel the two men begin to erupt inside you. Hot cum splatters the back of your throat in thick, salty spurts, as more shoots deep into your greedy pussy. The men throw back their heads, your body awash with their hands, and cry your name. Your whole body is shaking with delight as they pull out, long slow gasps of lust pour from your lungs. You look at me and wink, cum trickling down your chin and neck. “And this is only the beginning.” you smile.

One by one they take you, changing ends so you can taste your magnificent juices on their pulsating, hot cocks. Everywhere you look there and bouncing members, dripping with your juices and theirs. You look at me frequently, often when you are coming, letting me know what heaven you are in. By the time they have all taken their turn at both ends, you are a wreck, shaking uncontrollably, giggling almost manically with the visceral delight of being so thoroughly, mercilessly and relentlessly fucked.

As they leave you collapse on the bed, trembling violently, shattered and drenched in man juice, six men’s spunk trickling down your delightful curves. You want to just pass out but there is one more thing you must do. You stagger off the bed and walk over to me, and remove the gag. You kiss me softly, the taste of other men trickling down my chin. Then hold your still wet, throbbing pussy to my face and gently bring your self to yet another orgasm. You close your eyes and growl with delight at sound of me swallowing their cum.

On all fours again, you take my cock wetly into your mouth and start me on my way to orgasm. I have not come in a week and its not likely to take long. Just before I come though, just as the first gush of semen starts to explode up my length, you stop and reach over to the bedside table and take a dice. You watch the frustration in my eyes for an minute and then you explain, “One, two or three: and I suck you off right now. Four or five: and you wait another day. Six: and you wait another week. Agreed?” I nod, and you roll the dice.


Your open mouth

Nothing is as beautiful
As you are when you come.
Your open mouth,
Your half closed eyes,
The quivering of your thighs.


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.


Little fishy 2/2

Little fishy 1/2

We kiss for ever by the breakwater, our mouths and eyes locked in a deep salty embrace, the waves licking our flesh, washing over our passion. We have wanted each other for so long and are not going to rush this, and back on the beach our foreplay lasts an age. Our mouths and fingers explore each other slowly and gently, gradually building our passion, our heat rising with the morning sun. Our lips and tongues travel over each other’s naked, vulnerable bodies, covering every inch. Our hands caress and stroke and grasp, and we hold each other tight as we kiss, oblivious to the cold sharpness of our pebbly bed. I kiss your breasts and your belly and blow softly on your glowing pussy, feeling you quiver with delight and wanting. You tease my cock with the tip of your tongue delighting in how it dances for you. You run a single finger lightly and slowly up and down its length, enjoying how it pulsates with desire for you, and then, wrapping your fingers around it, you plant a single, long, wet kiss on the tip, feeling it throb against the soft wetness of your lips and tongue.

Pushing me back onto the pebbles, you straddle and stroke my hardness against your burning, welcoming pussy, moaning as you rub my length up and down your clit. Then you push my tip gently into you and slide down onto me, filling yourself, smiling. We both groan and gasp as you slowly rise and fall like the waves behind you. Months of longing take over our bodies and and we lose ourselves in our love making, our rhythm becomes fast and fierce, my hips thrusting and your body pumping in  perfect, animal unison. You throw you head back, filthy little words bursting from your throat in between your gasps of deep, red pleasure as I drive deep into you, over and over. Our eyes meet as we both begin to come, and we both shout each other’s names at the same moment. Our orgasms crash, like the waves we just swan in, over us and through us, consuming us and shaking our bodies and hearts to their cores.

We collapse into a trembling, smiling heap and lie there just kissing and stroking each others hair and faces, smiling into each others eyes. You raise you eyebrows, as if to say ‘ that’s impressive’ when you realise how quickly I am getting erect again, but I have wanted you so badly and for so long that I that I think I could stay stiff for a week. Rolling over onto your back, you open your legs and beckon me in with your eyes. This time our love making is long and slow and deep, until our orgasms rack us and shake us like a great earthquake, the sea rolling up onto the pebbles a symphony to our love. We lie their again, side by side looking up at the skittering little clouds, holding hands and making plans. A man walking his dog shouts at us angrily, but we barely hear him.


Come on you reds!

The crowd roar and sway as one, a sea of bodies. “Come on you reds!” we sing together as we all surge forward, booing and whistling angrily, as Spurs are awarded a dubious penalty. “The-ref-er-ee’s-a-wanker!” we scream together. “Same old Tottenham, always cheating!” our army of  pointed fingers chant angrily.

We roar and jump in shared joy, in an almost telepathic unison as they miss.

You stand in front of me, my arms around you, the crowd pressing in against us from all sides, lovingly crushing us. You lean back and whisper, “Make me come.”
“What?”
“Make me come.”
“What here?”
“No, on the fucking pitch, you dickhead. Yes, of course, here.”
“Now?”
“Yes now.”

I slip my hand inside your coat and down inside your skirt and panties, feeling your warm dark glow, and I start to caress you with the tip of my middle finger. You are soon wet and hot and you lean back into me, feeling me stiff and pressing into the cheeks of your butt. You rock slightly rubbing against me and I rub a little harder and faster and run my fingers down  your glorious soft pussy, pushing two fingers up into your dripping redness, the chanting of the oblivious crowd drowning out your moans of pleasure.

As you start to come, we score and the crowd erupts, echoing the explosion of your orgasm. “Yes!” you scream, as the ball hits the back of the net, “Fucking Yes! Yes! Yes! Oh fuck Yes! Oh my fucking God, that’s good!” The guy next to you smiles at your enthusiasm.
“Bloody good goal, eh?” he grins.
“Fucking hot too!” you tell him. He looks a little puzzled at this, but smiles back, and we all join in with a chorus of “Come on you reds.”

We win five – nil and go home happy and satisfied.


Little fishy 1/2

We have worked together for a few months and we have both felt the attraction, seen how we look at each other, felt our gazes stroke each other’s souls, understood the growing connection. I want to taste your lips so badly, feel your gentle curves, press myself against you, into you. I feel like there is a rubber band being stretched ever tighter in my heart, like something is going to snap.

They send us together to this poky little seaside town on yet another pointless project. Our rooms in the bed and breakfast are adjacent and the walls are thin. I can hear you brushing your teeth, the tinkle of your peeing, your light snore, you sound like a kitten purring. I hope you can’t hear me masturbating, hope that I do not talk about you in my sleep.

There is nothing to do here of an evening and when the little pub shuts, we walk along the seafront talking, laughing, sharing our pasts, sometimes until it gets light. Tonight has been a night like that, and we sit on the beach, aimlessly flicking pebbles into the morning sea. I do that man thing and try to show off by showing you how I can skim little flat stones across  the surface, making them bounce and dance. You shake your head and smile, looking at me like I was some kind of idiot. The early sun tickles the tips of the waves, turning them into gold and gulls circle and cry overhead waiting for the returning fishing boats.

“Fancy a swim?” I grin. You look at me almost startled but smiling.
“We don’t have bathing suits.”
“So what? There’s no-one here but us.”
“You first, then.” you say, your smile growing a little wider. I strip, my back to you and hobble across the pebbles comically, hearing your laugh against the lapping of the waves. The water is not cold but chilly and I wade in up to my waist and turn round to face you.
“Come on in, its lovely.” I beam, only lying slightly.
“Turn round then.” you beam back . I turn and wait for you to undress, hear you feet on the pebbles, hear you enter the water, hear the splash of your naked body diving into the waves, and I watch excitedly as you emerge a few feet ahead of me, shaking the water from your hair and grinning wildly, the water level just above your nipples but with the gentle rise and fall of the waves tantalisingly exposing more of you. You enjoy the way my eyes probe you and and the water is clear enough for you to see my rising erection. “Ha ha!” you giggle, pointing, “I can see a little fishy.” I make a grab for you but you are fast and slip under the waves and dart away from me. We chase each other and play and try to duck each other’s heads under the water.

We come to rest by a breakwater and I push you gently back onto it and press myself against you. I can feel your softness, your panting breasts, I can feel your heart beat, feel how it races. You can feel what you are doing to me. “Not such a little fishy now?” I snigger and you shake your head again, but you smile and I kiss you, knowing with every fibre of my being that it is what you want.


Ice cream, you scream

i nip down stairs in my bathrobe and buy two ice cream cones from the truck outside and come back up to the bedroom. i pretend not to let you have yours and we play wrestle for it. the ice cream, falls from the cone and lands in a big cold dollop between your breasts. you shriek and i laugh. i pin you to the bed and lick at the ice cream, feeling you wriggle under me “stop it you bastard!” you half laugh half scream. its all over my face and we kiss. i bury my head between your thighs and run my icy tongue up and down your heat, loving your giggles and pleas for me to stop. i look up and get the other cone shoved delightfully in my face. you laugh and laugh and we roll around covering ourselves in strawberry and vanilla and chillines. we laugh so much that we can barely kiss and when i slip my self into you we are still giggling and smirking, staring into each others eyes.


Ann

Ann is the new girl in the office. She likes her job, even though some of the other women can be a bit mean, and her boss Mr O’Flannigan is a dish. He has an Irish accent that makes her think of waterfalls and a thick mop of of dark brown hair that dances when he walks. He has a smile that could make her come and she generally has to bring in spare panties.

She is packing up ready to go home when he calls her into his office. She can feel his eyes tickling over her body almost as if he is touching her, weakening her knees slightly, putting a little wobble in her voice.

“You know why I’ve asked you in here, don’t you Ann?” he says, she can hear mountain rain in his voice. “Yes sir,” she says, “I know.” and she crosses the rich parquet floor to where he is leant up against the his oak desk. She drops to her knees and undoes his zipper, feeling the cloth taught against his growing erection. Ann takes him out and begins to kiss the tip of his impressive member. Opening her mouth little by little, wetting him, caressing him with the tip of her tongue until she is full with him. She works him harder and faster feeling him slipping in and out of her hot, wet, red mouth, holding his cock round the base and squeezing, feeling him pulse against her tongue and lips. She can feel his excitement rising, his hips rocking, his hand gently holding her head. She can hear his desire simmer and boil in his moans of pleasure, thrilled that he even moans with an accent.

Stopping, she looks up at him smiles, rises and pushes him back onto the desk. Slipping out of her sodden red lace panties and hoisting her skirt, she mounts him, lowering herself onto him slowly, inch by tantalising inch, squeezing with her pussy, staring into his eyes. She rides him like an ocean wave, long and hard and deep, one hand inside his shirt, scratching him slightly, playing with his nipples, the other slips wetly between her legs, as she rubs deliciously at her throbbing clit and dripping lips, feeling him deep within her, watching him watching her.

They both feel their orgasms rise up from deep within their souls at the same time and she slips her wet fingers into his mouth and he sucks at them and gently bites them. Their orgasms erupt through them, their eyes locked, their mouths hot, red and open. Papers fly off the desk as it rattles and shakes to the tune of their lovemaking. She feels every shooting pulsation of his pleasure as he fills her, pulling her fiercely onto him with each powerful thrust, his cries of  delight filling the air like a flock of wild birds.

Their orgasms set slowly, growing quieter and softer, screams become gasps and smiles and kisses, and she collapses onto his chest, feeling his heavy breath and pounding heart.

“Actually Ann,” he said as she adjusted her skirt and hair, “I just wanted to ask if you’d seen my stapler.”