Waiting

I have to say that waiting to spend time with you is probably some of the longest moments to spend.

I am waiting patiently for your shift at work to end. I had the chance to share lunch on your first day back yesterday. You've been gone for several months on sabbatical. It's been a long time since we have been able to share time alone together at work. While it's not really time alone...you have the radio on your hip with the ear piece snuggled inside your ear canal...I love to tease and play with you when you are trying your hardest to not be distracted. I have been waiting so many long months to have you here with me again.

I have spent today running around hospital to hospital getting cases done. My work load has not let up as much as I had hoped after the end of the fiscal year. Seems to have picked up some even. As I sit at my second facility of the day- I cannot help but feel the warmth radiate between my thighs. The tender throb spreads such delightfully arousing warmth...from my triangle of flesh out to my thighs, rises up inside my insides...then my nipples begin to tingle. I am longing for you. I am longing for your touch. I am longing to feel your fingers over my over my panties...under my panties...gently teasing my flesh open...to feel the imbued flesh deep inside of me. Oh how I need you right now....

I was very lucky to have the opportunity to worship your body in a very secret spot yesterday after we shared out meal. A spot so perfect for me to kneel in front of you. You could easily see me teasing your warm flesh with each flick of my tongue. I realized how you love to watch...you loved watching me take you in...take you deeper and deeper as you grasped a handful of my long black hair and pulled me closer to you while pushing your throbbing cock deeper into my throat. Over and over I took you in and let you out...repeatedly until you tried to pull me up to my feet. You said you wanted to play with my pussy.....You wanted to touch me yesterday. I was so into you at that moment...I wanted to finish was I started. I was too into you...into the moment to have you fuss over me...I told you that you could play later...all I wanted was you.

I began again with my repetitious stroking and sucking until you whispered to me that you were about to come. I wanted to watch you come for me. I stroked you until you came in waves...all for me.

Wistful Sunday

Sipping my Stella Artois wishing I was spending this time with you. Wishing we were at our Sunday spot.

You know the spot. The one we visit after our pizza at Slices. The pizza is ok. We go there because it's a place for us to enjoy playing a game or two of dominoes, have a beer and head over the freeway to our Mall of Love.

You know, as many times as I had driven by that mall, I never looked upon it's vacant spaces in the back as places to take advantage of a lovers body. I don't know how many Sunday's we have shared there. Our few hours together are fleeting but are most enjoyable.

I enjoy the deep kisses and the fondling of each others fleshier parts. I enjoy the playful banter we share... I love finding you aroused under the wraps of your clothing. Your cock, straining against the fabric of your sexy draws...begging to be touched and kissed. Taking you in my mouth, sucking you sensually, licking you greedily, stroking your erection....gets me wet just thinking about it.

I also love the times when you go commando and aren't wearing any underwear. You say that's the most comfortable for you. When you go walking around this way, I can't help but wish I was that clothing laid up against your flesh.

How I wish today was one of those Sundays.

How I wish I had you in my mouth...tongue playing with that sensitive piece of flesh just under the crown of your cock. Nibbling...bringing you closer to climax. Working your cock like I wrote the book on it. Stroking and sucking at the same time...listening to your sweet whispers of approval.

I love your beautiful cock. I love that it fits me perfectly. I love that it's so responsive to my touch...and often times a touch is not even required. The mere suggestion of things to come is enough to get that rod standing at attention. Standing erect awaiting for my greedy mouth.

I love sucking your cock. I believe you love it too. Especially when I bring you to orgasm for the 3rd or 4th time in the span of a couple of hours.

I love that your cum tastes so sweet.

Thank you Big Daddy for letting me enjoy you so much.

I love you-I want you.
I wish you were here so I could play.

-Baby Girl

Our Table

Our newest discovery for our evening adventures is to visit the Embarcadero. It's beautiful at night. The waterside activities of passing ships coupled with the gentle movement of the waves in the harbor are so calming. The lights of Coronado Island flicker over the waters movements in a beautifully rhythmic way.

Coronado Bridge is visible from our table. I call it our table because we do our best to get it whenever we visit. It's farthest from the parking lot and the least visible from any vantage point except for the water. So if you're passing by on a water vessel and can see us, well you should consider yourself rewarded for the effort.

After our long days at work, we frequent this location just to relax. Play some dominoes, or just make out. We love each other and enjoy each others company so we can be doing just about anything together and not have a complaint in the world. It's not all about the physical it's about what's below the surface that keeps this flame afire.

I have a tendency to be a sore loser when it comes to us playing dominoes. I am a sore loser because Big Daddy is so good at playing. I have just learned how to play a few weeks ago at my birthday party and just last week had the privilege of beating Big Daddy 4 times in a row. I must admit though that I had an unfair advantage. I didn't have any pants on and that proved itself rather distracting for Big Daddy.

During our game, we sneak in affectionate touches and kisses between plays and sometimes decide to put up the dominoes all together. We make sure we leave no game unfinished. I do however make plays easy for Big Daddy when I want a game to end. Only because when we kiss, there are times that I want to sweep the dominoes off the table and have him take me right there. We do love to get carried away in each others kisses and often times end up heavy petting.

I do enjoy this spot. It's ours. Usually. On some occasions we have an audience. This particular evening I will share with you dear reader is an evening when I discovered we had such company.

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A couple of weeks ago, Big Daddy decided that I really needed to start wearing skirts and stop wearing so many pants. He especially hates my black pants. I have maybe 7 different pairs, each varying in style but black all the same. To compromise, I bought a black skirt that we keep in the trunk of Big Daddy's car. Along with the dominoes, lantern, play things and of course the blankets and jackets. Being near the water is sometimes a chilly excursion so Big Daddy is always prepared.

We take our appurtenances for pleasure to the table and set up. A small blanket on the table top. A large blanket on the end for when I get a little too chilled and seek warmth. Lantern on one end along with our beverages and munchables. The cigar box that houses the dominoes is opened and the dominoes are laid out on the table. Along with a pen and paper for keeping score.

We played our usual three games and the last game ended with a lingering passion filled kiss from Big Daddy. These kisses inevitably lead to a dampness between my thighs and a ravenous appetite for more. We both agreed that it was time for the skirt. I slipped it on over my pants, removed my pants along with panties, let them fall around my ankles. I stepped out of them and made my way to Big Daddy who was standing over at the end of the table. The end that is wide and not long with a single round stool for sitting. I walked over to him and kissed him deeply. Placing his hand between my thighs...where he then slid his fingers tenderly over my lips. He was so taken by the drenched and near dripping climate housed there. I heard a sigh emanate over his lips...he was aroused. I love that.

He took his long fingers out from between my thighs and licked the dewy residue from my pussy off his fingers and clearly enjoyed himself. This is such a turn on for me to watch too. I love to kiss him while he is still licking his fingers and he is usually very reluctant to share but will eventually give in.

Oh my I taste so good on his fingers.

I taste and smell even better on his mouth.

I licked and sucked his soft pliable lips. He motioned me to the end of the table. He gently propped me up on it and wrapped me up in the blanket. Once he did that, he smiled mischievously at me and headed down below the wraps of the blanket and skirt. He quickly found my clit with his mouth and in a moment I was taken to another world.

Damn, this feels so good.

I have never experienced anything like this. Never had I known a man to love my pussy so much. Big Daddy even says it's beautiful. He voraciously licked and sucked and not just my clit but my lips and penetrated my center with his strong, warm tongue.

I am in heaven. This is unreal. Is this really happening to me?

I arranged my body so as to be perfectly open to Big Daddy and his efforts. I laid back on the table and opened my thighs wide. Giving into the sensations, giving in the powerful flicks of Big Daddy's tongue on my clit. He sucked my clit gingerly, eagerly and lapped at my cunt.

Damn, this feels so good.

Big Daddy continued along this vein of pleasure and I succumbed to his efforts. My orgasm was so strong I could hold back nothing. Not even my attempts at quieting my yelps of pleasure. Big Daddy says I was so loud that the men on the pier could hear me.

As I sat up to kiss him, I embraced his broad shoulders and licked away my juices from his mouth and then hugged him tightly. My body was still reeling from the pleasures bestowed upon it... I opened my eyes and as I looked over his shoulder, my eyes adjusted to the darkness and realized there was a person laying on the grass maybe 200 feet away. He was in the shadows of a line of large paper trees and I had not seen him before. Perhaps I was too busy to notice.

I laughed at this and Big Daddy was amused as well. We packed up after several minutes of reverie. As we walk back to the car, Big Daddy waved at the man on his belly in the grass and the man waved back.

***

Thank you Big Daddy for such a wonderful memory.
I love you- Baby Girl

Watch Me

Work work work.

That's all there seems to be lately. Too much work and no time for play.

Doesn't that usually resort in some sort of dullness. You know the old saying...all work and no play...

I am feeling it...I am probably living it.

Occasionally these busy days result in my need for withdrawal. I retreat to the 15th Floor. Oddly enough, it's not really a "floor". It's the roof of the hospital I work at, that is safety fenced for those very days that someone has a crazy desire to jump. I have those days too believe it or not. Then, there's a sun room or what is called the solarium on both the north and south side of the building. Either side boasts breath taking views. Today is no different.

Within these sun rooms are conference tables set up in the common u-shape set up for meetings and such. Complete with the dry-erase board and markers. I have already checked the calendar and there is no meeting scheduled here for at least 3 hours. Plenty of time for me to become inconscient of these surroundings.

I grab a chair from behind one of the tables and take it out to the rooftop. I pick a spot that is somewhat shielded from the whipping wind that has already managed to put my hair in a terrible state of dishevelment. On any other day, I will usually have it wrapped up in some sort of twist with a classy decorative clip...but today I had a fancy for it's length and silky smoothness which I am now regretting.

As I sit in the chair, I take in the scenery and am easily set off to another place...another time...where nothing but the views and me exist. My iPod and it's eclectic array of music quickly assists in altering my mood.

Today was a rough day. Instead of taking it out on those in near company- I decide to hit the roof and listen to music. The ambient music emanating from the ear buds of my iPod quickly diffuse any rigidity housed in the tight muscles of my back and shoulders. I am compelled to put my feet up on the fence and tilt my chair back. It's a rather laid back and casual position for someone like me. Considering I am usually wrapped up tight and not open to any perception of being UN-professional.

I find myself carried away with the call to relax and am quickly taken by the measures of music. Each drum beat behind the ambiance of the music is oddly sensual. I am wondering how it is that I can be aroused by music and the current situation of being alone and in this state.

Moving in time with the music, I start to move my thighs and pull my skirt up just a little. Perhaps halfway up my thigh...no one can see me here. I am alone. No meeting scheduled to start for a few hours...I have this time and space all to myself.

I can't help but think upon a recent evening of lascivious behaviour at a local public park with Big Daddy. The way he touched me and caressed every exposed inch of my body just continues to make my body moan with desire. How I wish he was here right now. To see me. He's always wanted to watch me touch myself. But I have yet to bring myself to do that in front of him. Thinking on him and the movements of his fingers over my body and lingering on the idea that his long handsome fingers have been able to bring out many sensations in me...well, has me rather moist at the moment.

I slide my skirt up a little higher and find the now damp crotch of my panties. Wow, I realize I am more aroused than I had first thought. Oh Big Daddy, where are you when I need you?
I move the crotch of my panties over and my fingers find the delightful center of my sex. My center is wet, so wet in fact it even takes my breath away. I am shocked that I can become so aroused over just a thought and some music. The overwhelming sense of urgency overtakes my better judgement and I begin to stroke myself. My clit at first is soft and pliable. Not yet understanding what I want it to do. The physicality's of my play undoubtedly will bring forth multiple pleasures but first things first.

My circular motions begin slowly clockwise, then with a little more pressure I place my fingers (index and middle) into the wet center...delving into the depths of this moist wet land and causing me to sigh.

This feels so good.

Oh how I wish this was Big Daddy.

Why can't Big Daddy be here to help me...to see me.
All these provocative thoughts begin racing through my head and I am envisioning Big Daddy here now, licking me, kissing me caressing me...as I stroke myself sliding my fingers over my quickly swelling clit, I can just imagine the look of pleasure and desire on his face.

My clit or "pearl" as Big Daddy calls it, is hard and that's a sure sign a climax is eminent. I slow my movements first because I have this strong desire to prolong this ... I want it to last. I want to drag it out, just like Big Daddy would with his tongue.

Oh yes, this is wonderful. This feels so good.

My strokes pick up in strength and frequency and my pearl is again ready for the grand finale.

I begin to rock rhythmically in my chair and realize that I am ready to come.

My own fingers playing and strumming my clit...I am closer...closer still...and

Unnnnhhhhhh

Haaaahhhhh

My fingers stop and delicately lay on my labia...my body still pulsing with the waves of orgasms...I can feel my fingers getting wet with my cum...

Realizing where I am and what I am doing, I right the chair and pull myself together. Pulling unused napkins from my lab coat...and wiping my hands. Noting to myself that I must get to hand sanitizer immediately. Opening the door to the solarium, I notice the wall dispenser for sanitizer and just beyond that, the elevator doors. Just inside is an open car with Big Daddy standing in it.

"Did you enjoy the show?" I ask.

His smile says it all.

Been Away...or Errr...Busy

Dear Reader,

I am sorry for such length between now and my last post. My time has been occupied by a wonderful individual has been devouring every free moment I have. That free time was once spent writing and fantasizing...and now, well he lives each desire and fantasy for me. All I have to do is ask...or many times if not most - he leads the way.

He has sparked a freakiness inside me that has me throwing out every rule book I ever thought there was pertaining to sex and sex with the opposite sex. If that makes any sense then stay with me.

I have always loved oral sex. But without a willing partner (don't ask) I had never been able to play. Big Daddy lets me play to my hearts content. Letting me make him come many times over and is willing to let me suck his cock whenever and WHEREVER I desire. Not only is he grateful for the pleasures I bring him, but Big Daddy is also willing and able to please me.

He is tall, dark, and oh so handsome. His long fingers have coaxed orgasms from me. Some of the sweetest most intense sensations anyone could ever feel. His average size cock, is well - average in size but in that average size he is packing some feeling I haven't been feeling in, well, ever. Yes I know that sounds cliche. But to be honest, he has proven to me that size DOES NOT matter. His cock fills me up and the feeling I get from our physical connection has me screaming for more.

His tongue- DAMN. That's all I can say right now. DAMN.

I have fallen for this wonderful man. He's most definitely a keeper.

I am his Baby Girl and I will be posting about our fun here. Stay tuned. There's been many many weeks and many many encounters that you just can't not read about. They are hot and I am getting wet just thinking about him.

I love you Big Daddy.

-Baby Girl

Movies

What kinds of movies are in your repertoire dear readers?

Is it the soft porn stuff that you see on late night HBO?

Is it the hard core porn you get only at the adult video store?

Big tits?

Big ass?

In the ass?

I had the opportunity to visit a local Adult Superstore and was enthralled with the selection of videos available to the public. I was not shocked by any of it. I was pleased to see the quality of some of the films themselves...none of this 8mm lint and scratches visible...but high end stuff.

I am stunned at the extent in which women will go to be on film though. I can't imagine having my ass fucked so many times that it doesn't close anymore.

So, what tickles your fancy?

Curious

I can't believe I am actually out here walking in the rain. My New Year resolution, or one of many I should say, is to exercise on a regular basis. Not only that, but to keep track of all my activities so I know how much I do (or not) throughout my day.

Today starts with a walk around the local Equestrian park. It's newly built and just once around on the trail is 1 mile. So I usually walk around at least twice...even though I really should do it three times.


I see you everyday. You pull up in your car (nice Lexus BTW) grab your iPod and start walking. It's rather amusing now that I think upon it. We pull up together every morning exchange glances and the cursory/neighborly smile. I grab my phone and slip it into my windbreaker pocket. It's not an iPod but I can fit just the right around of MP3s to carry me through the walk and still be good. I usually wait until you start walking to begin mine, only because I purposely walk the opposite way. Damn if I know why. Except for the fact that this walk time is my "down time" or only true "alone time" to get out of the house, away from the rugrats and the hubby at home who does more nagging than any sitcom housewife ever THOUGHT of doing.

We wave and smile at each pass. You are wearing one of your "usual" Nautica athletic ensembles. Sometimes you run...but most times you walk. Sometimes alone, other times with that gorgeous lab.

You have spoken to me a few times. You have an accent of some sort. European...is it Italian? We have never introduced ourselves. Perhaps this is your down time too. You're never rude. Your smile says you are glad to see me. It always does.

I am a little shocked that you're out here too. Perhaps you come to see me just as much as I come to see you.

During my walk alone, my ear buds are blaring- blocking out the sounds of the outside, the gravel crunching under my feet, the traffic making it's way down the road...Duran Duran's Please Please Tell Me Now starts to play and it always causes me to chuckle. My thoughts take me off to another place...a place that warrants blushing at our next pass and exchange of glances. Yah, you know where this is going don't you?

My thoughts usually take me to the banquet room above the centers main building. I know first hand the view is gorgeous up there.....

I noticed that you are no longer on the dirt trail but have managed to hop over the fencing and into the paved trail which is used for bicycles or walkers. I prefer the paved walk instead...

You are walking towards me and I am lost in my music not even realizing that your mouth is moving. You're talking to me. The look on your face is asking me a question. After I am pulled from my trance I finally pull the earbuds from my ears and actually listen to what you have to say to me.

"Oh hey, I am so sorry. I wasn't ignorning you...I had my music up a little too loud...What's up?" I say nervously.

"Actually, I am sorry to interrupt your work-out. I just wanted to see if you knew how to reserve the upper room of the building." You speak while motioning in the direction of the main building.

"Actually I don't know for sure. I have been wondering the same thing actually and suppose you just reserve it through the city." I say turning down my music so I give you my undivided attention. "I think there's a number on the glass doors at the bottom near the restrooms."

We start walking towards the building. We are a at least a half mile away. We make small talk along the way. Your comfortable mannerisms and hand gestures have me day dreaming again. I see your lips moving and I can hear words coming out of your mouth. At this moment however, comprehension is above me at this point. I couldn't possibly listen to you...I am hanging on every word...that accent just puts a fire in me. I don't want you to stop.

You've asked me a question. I can see the question on your face but silly me...I haven't been paying attention. My mind raced ahead and actually had you alone and undressed in that room.

I apologize for my rudeness and you just laugh it off. We keep walking and eventually get to the door. There's no number on the door but I decide to head up the stairs anyway.

"Have you seen the view from up here?" I ask already walking the stairs.

"No. Uh, no I haven't had a chance to. I walk here everyday. Ah, but you already know that."

You are amazed at the size of the room...the occupancy sign reads that it can accomodate 250. You being to make small talk about the size of your party and how this would be perfect...your voice trails on as you are looking out the large picture windows that face out to the north overlooking the entire equestrian center.

I walk up to where you are...behind you...reaching my hands up through your arms...pulling myself to the warmth of your body...the strong muscles in your back flex out of surprise and you touch the backs of my hands...pulling them tightly to your chest.

I can feel your breathing...I can hear it begin to accelerate in expectation.

What now? What's next?

I want to stay in this moment. I feel safe. I feel nothing but your body. I feel nothing of the worries of the outside world and am caught in this moment. I like it.

You take my hands in yours and pull around so I can face you. What you do next surprises me. You take the input jack of my ear buds and place it in the splitter on yours. (Note to self, I am going to have to get an iPod and the cool accessories like his...)

At first I hear nothing but the click click of the click dial as you manipulate it...click click...then I hear Echo & The Bunnymen...Lips Like Sugar...

You touch the side of my face, the side of neck, pull me to your mouth and kiss me...deeply. I melt. My body is giving in to the heat. Your hands move slowly to my shoulders...fingers are massaging as they explore the seams on my windbreaker...I wonder what you're looking for...

She floats like a swan
Grace on the water
Lips like sugar
Lips like sugar

I feel a slight tug at my waist...before I have realized it, you have tugged the knot free from my drawstring pants...I pull away...I stare at you...lust emanating from my gaze ...

Just when you think you’ve caught her
She glides across the water
She calls for you tonight
To share this moonlight

I pull at yours...your erection already quite visible. It's straining at the cotton fleece that separates us. I pull up your shirt and move my hands over your moist skin...wet with persperation...I am aroused at the scent...the sensation I experience as my fingers glide over your smooth skin...up to your chest, around to your back, pulling you to me...as I take your mouth...kiss it deeply and suck your tongue...you sigh...You're enjoying this...as am I...

You’ll flow down her river
She’ll ask you and you’ll give her

You briskly take your hands and plunge them down my pants and cup my ass in the palms of your hands...You pull me tightly to you...I can feel your hardness on my belly and I am already so wet...

Lips like sugar
Sugar kisses
Lips like sugar
Sugar kisses

Your palms are against my bottom...sliding up and over the waist of my thong panties...and you swiftly move your hands down pulling my pants and thong with them...down my thighs...to my ankles...

I step out of them.....

She knows what she knows
I know what she’s thinking
Sugar kisses
Sugar kisses

I move towards yours and you back away...then moving behind me...hands on my hips...you pull me to you...and move your hands over my hips in search of my moist middle....your right hand slips inside my thigh and up to the V there...already exploring...finding the center so wet and hot...then sliding to my clit...

Just when you think she’s yours
She’s flown to other shores
To laugh at how you break
And melt into this lake

Rubbing so slowly at first...then with increasing speed...I can feel every stroke from the tips of my toes...to the tingle in my nipples as I stroke them...my own hands are up under my windbreaker...

You’ll flow down her river
But you’ll never give her

You push apart my legs...pull my hands down and out of my shirt and place my hands palms to the glass...condensation begins to form where my skin meets the glass...

Lips like sugar
Sugar kisses
Lips like sugar
Sugar kisses

Before I realize it...you are between my open thighs...one hand playing with my clit...the other guiding your cock to me...playing...not yet invading my space...but just getting ready...

My breath has become shallow and rapid...I want more...

Your fingers steadily play with my cunt...in, out, around...in, out, around...over and over...my knees are getting weak...I don't know if I can hold back an orgasm...but I want to. I want to wait until you are inside me...all of you...

She’ll be my mirror
Reflect what I am
A loser and a winner
The king of siam

In, Out, Around...over and over....again, again...and again.

I am on the brink of an intense orgasm...I am...I am....almost there...My toes begin to dig into the shallow pile carpet...then...

You plunge into me......ahhhhh...yes....what I have been longing for....

Lips like sugar
Sugar kisses
Lips like sugar
Sugar kisses

Deeper and deeper...with every stroke...I am teetering...on the brink of orgasm...I am going to give in...as my juices flow...and I can hear the slick wetness engulfing your cock as you pump it into me.... I let out a moan...a near scream...

A new song has begun to play...I relize the song is from my play list...and the sounds are emanating from my own earbuds...from my own MP3 player...that has never left my hands....I am flush...I realize I was lost in thought again as you walk towards me...as you flash me that smile and wave...not saying anything...knowing we are both plugged into our music...

Damn...I love when I daydream...but do hate to get so lost in thought that I lose time...

Ache

This new year brings with it for me a new year for new thoughts, new dreams, new loves, new...well, just NEW.

At this moment, I have this ache in my body.

This ache is so deep...it resonates through every bone, muscle, tendon...it exudes from every pore and follicle. You know the kind. The kind that screams for the presence of another...the one that you want..the one that you long for...

Parking

Dear Reader - when was the last time you parked?

I mean really parked?
I have to say I have been thinking about this alot...so much in fact I had to write to you about it.
*~*~*~*

I walked out with you when we left the restaurant. Nothing out of the ordinary. I shivered as the chill in the air reached my neck and torso...and as usual I have no cover to protect me from the cold.

We reach your car and I get in the passenger side and you close the door after inspection of the doorway making sure I am all in. You're so polite.

Our conversation contintues from the tableside banter to the tension between us now. No it's not the bad kind of tension...but tension of the things we know we want to do next. You start up the truck and decide to drive a little. Yes, lets escape this well-lit parking lot for some place more private.

In this darkness and stillness we kiss. Deeply...passionately as our tongues collide and explore...saying what we have wanted all night but couldn't.

Oh yes this feels so nice.

Your hands caress my arms and shoulders and make their way to my back...your hands so strong, so powerful.

My mind wanders...wonders what those hands would feel like on my bare skin....

Un-Available

What’s a woman to do when the man she wants, is unavailable to her?

I hear his voice often enough to keep me hungry for more time, more calls, more touching. Our situations outside of our stolen time together do not allow for more intimacy. I know we both want to be together. We both need to touch each other…taste each other…just be with each other fully.

I dream about you. My dreams take me to places with you that I know we currently cannot go. They take me on travels around the world and back. We have made love in every locale from the beach to a quaint room in a French chateau. We have fucked in every one of them to. You and I both agree there's a difference right?

Playful sexual banter is what plagues our calls. Even when the topics become of a serious nature, we, or should I say "I" turn it into something sexual. I cannot help that my lust for you has carried me to this place.

There's something that someone once told me about you...when you first looked at me in the office you said that I was do-able...that I was hot...and that you loved how the stray strands of my long black hair from a impromtu tie-up or bun, you know the ones, the ones that fell clumsily upon my neck and shoulders would turn you on...Do they still do that to you? I know you love my long hair...it's black silkiness begs to be touched and pulled. You want to do that don't you?

I know that you prefer the good old fashioned missionary sex...but is that just out of habit? Have you not been exposed to more? Have you not wanted to explore the eroticly sesational positions from the Kama Sutra? I do. I want to experience them with you.

I want to bring you to the bring of orgasm...to let it subside...over and over again like waves tickling the beach shore...I want to use my tongue to seduce the cum from your cock. I want to taste you...I want to feel you inside me...I want you to feel me up and call out my name when you cum for me. You'll do that won't you?

There has been more than one occasion when the opportunity presented itself...we could have had each other...but we were "good". Why do we do that? Is it that the fantasy is better than the reality? Is it that the sex we have would be too much like what we already have outside of "our time" that it's just not worth the trouble?

Driving Me Home

My drive home from the city to the suburbs is usually uneventful. Traffic here is so unpredictable. There is always a chance for an accident to double your commute time in the matter of minutes.

I occupy my mind and fill my auricles with smooth words written by some of the most provocative erotic authors around. The most recent listen was short and sweet and now in my CD changer is the Best of American Erotica 2005.

Some of these stories get me wound up...however, tonights listen...well - there is something winding me up a little tighter than usual.

I have learned to put the cruise control on in times like these because the recent rash of tickets have become financially unbearable. One more ticket and I will have my license suspended. So, cruise control it is. I have a tendency to get so involved in my listening that I forget how hard I push the accelerator down.

The highway tonight is moderately busy. Not unusual for a Friday night home. The story playing now is taking place a long time ago in a far away place. I want to say somewhere even history books haven't bothered recording. The woman in the story is insistent upon being ravished. She feels that being spanked during sex is a punishment she must endure to allow her to purge the wretched thoughts from her mind. She gets spanked then she sucks the guy off in the story...She's with a caveman and he is taking his time devouring her...he whips her as requested...punishing her as she deserves for her carnal thoughts...just as I need to be punished now.

The way the story is being read to me...has caused me to take pause and notice the particular reaction from my body.

About the wetness between my thighs...

About the tingling and twitching of the fleshy female parts that are hidden from view...

I prop my left leg up on the vent on the dashboard....and slide the crotch of my panties to one side and let my left hand drive the car...and my right hand drive my cunt...

Oh I am slippery wet...so warm to inviting for my delicate and slender fingers...they begin to penetrate the lush forest of my fur into the warm and inviting doors to my inner chamber...

Uhhhh...

This is so good...

My fingers are long and delectable...and with every stroke of my clit, I am aroused some more...

Yes, don't stop...

The story continues and now she has his cock in her mouth...

Oh, yes, don't stop...

My fingers are stroking away and I am about to come...

Yes....don't stop...

Ugh....

I...

I am going to come...

I slide my fingers inside my cunt...wanting to postpone the inevitable demise of these sensations...

Oh this feels so good...

Sliding my middle finger in, then out...circling my swollen and pulsing clit...

yes...don't stop...I am almost there..

I don't want to come yet...I want this urgency to linger...linger just a while longer...

Index and middle finger...inside...if it weren't for the CD playing I am sure I could hear the lubricious wetness of my own flesh desiring more...

yes more...

My appetence for climax is driving me now...

Oh yes...

I want to come...I need this...

Driiiive meeeee home....

Yesssss

My index finger and thumb begin to massage my clit...closer and closer still to my climax...

I can feel how engorged my woman flesh has become...so swollen, so sensitive, so wet and slippery...every stroke of my fingers sends passionate vibrations of longing throughout my body...

I need to come...now...ohhhhh yessssss...

Nnnnnooooowww...

Ohhh...that's sooo good..

I release my leg from it's entrapped position and decide to start paying more attention to the road...I glance over to the lane next to me and realize I have had an audience...

Well hello there gorgeous stranger...

I lick my fingers and wave...

Sugasm #52

Mon 30th Oct, 06

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This Week’s Picks

Waxed (http://edinerotica.blogspot.com)

“After polishing off my testicles and perineum, Sam started on the area above and around my cock.”

Office Inspiration (http://emergingontheotherside.blogspot.com)

“You moans are quite loud now - presumably because everyone else has left the building and you don’t care.”

Home cooking, part 2 (http://erotischism.blogspot.com)

“A moan escaped her as the smooth richness hit her.”

Mr. Sugasm Himself

Porn Denial (http://sugarbank.com)

Editors’ Choice

The Taste Tester Sugasm Special! (http://www.maevebeckham.com)

Long time Sugasm readers will remember Maeve’s blog The Taste Tester. Her entries were a regular part of our sexy posts. Now she is releasing her blog in novel form entitled The Taste Tester. To show our congratulations we’ve made hereditors’ choice this week. She has graciously put a full chapter of her book in a special post for Sugasm readers. Thank you Maeve and congratulations again!

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Half-Nekkid Sex Blogger (http://www.tarasnaughtyshop.com)

Sexy Interview - Nikki Benz (http://shayssexcolumn.blogspot.com)

Venus Berlin Show Report - Porn (http://sextoysinsider.com)

NSFW Pics (& two videos)

The Good: Joon Mali and Lily Koh. The Bad: Sexy Suzie. The Ugly:Ex-Wife From Hell (http://virtual-sex-tourist.com)

Half-Nekkid Thursday: Haunted WebMistress (http://www.taratainton.com)

Hanna Hilton (http://www.ddgirlsblog.com)

Happy HNT - Speed cropping video (http://darkside-journey.blogspot.com)

Kim Harlow Pin Up Artist (http://eroticandy.blogspot.com)

A new kind of post (http://www.internetisforporn.com)

Welcome to “Marital Bliss” by Marital Bliss (http://sexblogwelcome.blogspot.com)

Sex & Politics

“Black” Webcam Chathosts (http://www.model-chat.com)

Getting Laid, Getting Tested, Getting AIDS (http://smutandsteff.com)

Help Fight the War on Porn (http://blog.babeland.com)

In Bush Country Books on Sex Don’t Sell (http://suzanneportnoy.com)

Thoughts on Sex and Relationships

5 things you don’t know about me (http://hard-and-fast.blogspot.com)

Don’t fuck the pregnant lady! (http://lustylady.blogspot.com)

A New Monogamy (http://www.longrelationships.com)

Strike one (http://junohenry.wordpress.com)

Swinger vs. Poly: What IS Polyamory? Part 2 (http://perverselypoly.blogspot.com)

Tarts in Tartan, Part 1 (http://thelibertinewife.com/blog)

You Are Not Alone If You Are Alone (http://www.teen-porn-site.com)

BDSM and Fetish

Disciplinary (http://gentlygently.blogspot.com)

Distracting myself (http://sugarbutch.blogspot.com)

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Isabella’s Eyes - Part XI (http://nyc-urban-gypsy.blogspot.com)

Make-Up Sex is the Best Sex (http://everythingoze.blogspot.com)

Pink Champagne (http://aliceinawonderbra.blogspot.com)

A Week in July (http://asparkle2.blogspot.com)

Your suggestion is my command (http://bratmaster.blogspot.com)

Erotic Writing and Experiences

24 (http://confessions112.blogspot.com)

Fusionnement (http://www.easilyaroused.co.uk)

I Crave Touch (http://totalsensuality.blogspot.com)

Just A Few (http://principles-of-lust.blogspot.com)

Licking my pussy (http://dirtylittlecockslut.blogspot.com)

New Found Skin (http://engrailed.com)

On The Sidewalk (http://makemycopcome.blogspot.com)

Lori - Part 1 (http://masterenigma.blogspot.com)

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The Wave (http://baring.blogspot.com)

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Just A Few

"I've only got a few minutes..." I say breathy into my Blackberry. I am hurried and am rushing to get through my to-do list. I have been running like a mad woman knocking off all the tasks on my list...most of my time spent in the city before I have to head to the hospital.

My phone rings. I love getting calls from you. Even though I am so busy, I will always have a few minutes to hear your voice.

"That's alright, I only need a few...can you stop by? Where are you?" you say...the sound of your voice...is actually...well, somewhat playful and it causes me to take pause.

"I'm downtown on C...just leaving the Chamber building...Why?" I say...not missing a step as I cross over the trolley tracks. I am being most careful not to get my heel stuck in between the rails and the asphalt, so I have a little hop to my step since there are two sets of tracks. Today of all days, I don't need to be getting stuck in or on anything today. I have things to do!

"Well, can you stop by?"

"Depends...where are you?"

"I decided to skip out of the studio today...so I am at the loft... So, can you come by?"

"Oh god honey, I would love to...you know that...but I have a few more errands to run before I have to get back to the hospital...can I come by after?"

"Well, I have something for you. I suppose it could wait, but I would really like to go over this with you now. It would only take a few minutes...I promise!"

Your voice is so tempting and perhaps I sense a little urgency in its tone.

"OK...I am on my way...be there in a few...just remember though...I just have a few minutes to spare so I can't lolly gag all afternoon...okay?"

You concede and promise it won't be long.

You've recently purchased a loft in one of the downtown buildings. You got it for a song...practically stole it. The California housing market being what it is lately I can't say I am surprised. I stay with you when I have early morning rounds and last night wasn't one of of those nights where I stay over only thinking about rest. After all, we never make it to sleep at a reasonable hour. We are constantly distracting each other from slumber...but I am not complaining. We are good friends. Er...um, that is friends with benefits.

You live in a M2i walk up in the Ballpark District. You could walk to Petco Park if you wanted to. You prefer to watch the game at home to the rubbing of elbows with a bunch of strangers. I for one, prefer to just rub up on you and get you away from the game all together. Shit, that's what ESPN and DVR is for right?

I knock on the door and can hear you walking towards the door asking who it is. Come on now, as if you didn't know!? I have my finger over the peep hole so you can't see me it's an ongoing joke since I hate peep holes and you love to peep. You have been a witness to the loft owner next door's sexual proclivities for kinky sex. You've called me while I'm at work and shared with me far too many details that I care to delve into during this story. Though worth mentioning in the future.

You open the door and the scent of you aftershave welcomes me as it hangs in the air. Oh I love how good you smell. You have a large selection of colognes...this one by Hanae Mori is my favorite though. The lavender and vanilla drive me out of my clothes and into bed in a hurry.

You take me immediately into your arms and embrace me. You grab my ass and kiss me deeply.

"Hey, wait a minute!" I say objecting unconvincingly to the affection.

"I know you only have a few minutes...just hush and let me do what you know you want me to do...don't fuss or you'll make it take longer than it needs to."

My body gives in before my brain does. You continue to kiss me deeply. Our tongues swirling in a tangles dance. I am starting to cave in to your touch as your fingers reach down and pull at my skirt. You start to undo the zipper and I tell you, "No, honey, we don't have enough time I have to get back to the hospital. Residents are waiting for my participation and I have to get back." You ignore my plea. You instead reach for the hem of my skirt as it lays against my thighs. I am wearing a black skirt, tailored fitted to my body. You pull the hem and my skirt slips up over my hips to reveal my lacy thong and you groan.

You have me pinned against the wall just inside the entrance to your loft. I am a prisoner to your desires as you continue to play. You get down on your knees and spread my legs and begin to nibble at the crotch of my thong. My turn to moan. I am not only wet from my own arousal but now, your nibbling and licking at the lace has caused the dampness overpower every thread. You slide my panties down to my ankles and over my pumps and toss them to the side. They land on the two-seat dining table. You begin to stroke my clit with your fingers.

Ohhh

"You want this don't you?" You ask in your sultry bedroom voice. You continue to rub as you gather moisture on your fingertips from my very aroused and wet opening. I am so turned on and that alone has got you salivating. Your finger tips play my cunt like a finely tuned string instrument... I am breathless, on the brink of orgasm.

Ohh I am almost there...

You pick one leg up and put it over a shoulder and place your soft lips onto my pussy.

Ohhhhh noooo

Surely you don't mean to do this to me....

You're lapping my juices from my body and I am now fully feeling into this and you know it. You place a finger inside me, then two...yes, I like that...your tongue circles my clit and my cunt begins to pulsate.

I-I-I am there....unghhhhh...hehhhhhh.....ohhhhhh

In one swift movement, with you fingers still inside me, bring me to the table and bend me over it. "Have you been bad?" you ask me with a little bit of nastiness in your voice.

"Yesss, I have been very bad..." I say, my voice still trembling from my orgasm...

"I know you've been bad, so now I am going to punish you." You say unzipping the fly to your trousers. I can hear every tooth of the zipper release as your bring it down...the sound resonates against your swollen cock. I am now hungry for you.

"Punish me then, I need you to fuck me. Fuck me hard. I need your cock in my ass...now...I have been bad and need to be punished." I say as I rub my still throbbing and wet cunt against your cock.

Without a warning or prepatory touch from the head of your cock, you penetrate my ass in one swift movement. The initial pain is overthrown with the tingling of your palm spanking the side of my thigh...

With each thrust, comes more lashing....

You're groaning in pleasure. You're taking me over and over and I can feel the length and girth of you filling my ass...it's invigorating and I start to push back at you. My ass is yours and I am bucking harder and harder against every one of your strokes. Hard and fast, then tender and slow...

"I am going to shoot now...unghhh, hnnnnh, ugh....ahhhhhhhhhhh" these last words left your throat in a primal groan...I can feel the fruited heat of your body filling my ass with every thrum of your orgasm. Every twitch and every pulse is felt inside me and it feels so good.

You pull out and lay against me. Your chest to my back and you kiss my ear and neck tenderly. We enjoy this part of the benefits package.

Spent and thirsty, we get up and head into the kitchen for some much needed ice water...it tastes divine...

We kiss again, our lips lingering. I can taste me on you. I can smell my sex on your lips...I lick and play with them and nibble a bit...forgetting all about work.

Then my blackberry buzzes and chimes...duty calls.

"Call me tonight?" You ask as I hurriedly get dressed...

"Sure." I say as I put my pumps on and head out the door.

You shut the door behind me and head back into the loft.

My lacy thong is still on the table.

My gift to you.

xxx

Whip

The crack of the whip causes my body to jolt...the pain searing my flesh surprises me. I didn't realize this would hurt so badly.

CRACK

I can feel the welts start to surface on the back of my thighs...

CRACK

I am starting to moan...because despite the pain, I think I like this. This game, new to us...is rather enjoyable. I need to be punished...I have been a bad bad girl.

CRACK

Ohhhh..this is causing my juices to flow...I am getting aroused...I need you to touch me...

CRACK

The final crack of the whip causes me to push forward onto the bed...delighted and scared at the same time...I am used to you cracking the whip...maybe twice before you take me...but not tonight...I have been a very bad girl...

Sugasm # 50

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This Week’s Picks

Dear Diary - Part One (http://wetbeyondbelief.blogspot.com)

The Lure of Darkness (http://www.easilyaroused.co.uk)

Flash (http://gentlygently.blogspot.com)

Mr. Sugasm Himself

50 Simultaneous Bloggasm’s… (http://sugarbank.com)

Editors’ Choice

Let go, just let go (http://sugarbutch.blogspot.com)

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The Beauty of the Beast

I know you can see me...

Although I am across this crowded room from you...party goers are all about gabbing about recent movies or good books that have been read...or not...Each commonplace thread of conversation permeates the thick stale air...this room seems so small. I can hardly breathe.

I have been here for nearly an hour...and have made my way around the room...I can feel you staring at me...your eyes penetrating the silk fibers of my gown... We have never met directly. I have known of you for such a long time. Mutual friends arranged for us to meet here.

This masquerade has been the most talked about event for the last 6 months. I have been excitedly planning my attire for the last several weeks. I am certain every aspect of my costume is perfect and I cannot believe I am finally here about to meet you, my mysterious Beast. I have chosen to be Beauty.

I slowly make my way to your side of the room, stopping occasionally to chat with others. I have made sure to keep an eye on you though...I stopped and glanced, only to find the alcove you were standing in - empty.

Where have you gone? I proceed to the general area of where I last gazed upon your fur....your blue cloak and fur mask...I stand for a moment...wondering where you have ventured too...then I feel your hand gently caress my elbow. This is so unexpected. I can't believe how soft your finger tips are. My breath is stolen from my lungs...mostly from the start of your touch...but also from the anticipation. I can't believe I am here. I can't believe that you are here.

You whisper to me how you have waited for this moment to be able to touch my skin...to even be so close to me is so precious. You want so much to feel more of my softness...

I am already so aroused from the circular motions of your fingers over my skin. You gently caress the curve of my elbows...then my forearms...you caress my wrists then my hands...you kiss the inside of each wrist...and work your way to each palm...your tongue tastes the saltiness of my palms....your fur mask tickles...feels so good at the same time....I can't believe I am here.

You pull me a little closer to you...and whisper to me, "Are you ready?"

"Ready for what?", I say.

"For this", you move my hands over the bulge in your costume...the one I thought was for show...perhaps just a prop...but now I know otherwise...

The enormity of your flesh overwhelms me...it takes over every thought in my mind...I have to have you...

My breath is quickening now...as is my pulse...these are the symptoms of desire...

You pull me suddenly toward you...farther behind the floor-to-ceiling watered silk drapes...we can't be seen. Behind these is another world....a world we are about to discover together...passion and lust as our guide.

You lean into me, to kiss me tenderly. Your lips are so soft...so warm and so welcoming. I can't help but want more...our tongues touch. Swirling in passionate circles...slow then fast...then deeply...passionately. They say that a kiss tells everything...about the future of a relationship...you know, it's all in the kiss...if that's so, then I can't help but wonder where this is leading to.

Your need for me is still ever present between us...I can't help but touch it...I pull down the drawstring pants and notice you're not wearing any underwear...this surely is no prop. Wow...the skin so soft and taught...begging to be sucked...begging to be...I drop to my knees in front of you...

Mmmmmmm

I take you in my mouth...ooooh, this is so divine...your length and girth are too big for me...but the warmth of mouth...acts like a cocoon for some rare butterfly...draping you in perfect wetness...sucking and stroking...oh yess...this is heaven...I want more...you gently grasp the back of my neck...and pull me to you...

Mmmmmm

This is what I wanted...pull me harder...push into me deeper...

You pull me up to my feet and turn my back to you...my floor lengthy gown is being pulled up by your strong hands...the same hands that have found my garters...and my lack of panties...(great minds think alike)...they find the soft wetness between my thighs...

Uhhhhhhh

You start to stroke my clit...and I am just weak...the motions of your strong fingers, penetrate me...I start to tremble at the sensations every stroke is sending to my brain...I am taken by the precision in which for fingers are pleasing me. Ohhhhh, don't stop, I am enjoying this so much.....huhhhhh, this is sooooo amazing.....

I feel your sex, so hard, pressed at my back, I want you so badly, I pick up the back of my gown and push against you to find you...my cunt is so wet for you, it's wanting you...calling your name...come to me...come for me...

You push yourself into me....

A breath escapes me...

Uhhhhhhh

This is so sweet...you and I find a rhythm...that is so intense...you and I are in tune to each other...each push, each pull, bringing each other closer to coming...ohhhh, don't stop, please don't stop...I need to be f*cked like this...oh yes... don't stop...

Your hands reach for my breasts...they can barely contain the flesh of my breasts...but you grip them, massage them...pulling me harder onto you all the while still f*cking me...

This, this...huhhhh, is soooo good...

Oh god...I am going to come...

My fingers find my clit and start to play....

I can hear your breathing becoming more rapid and I can feel your erection start to lash away at my insides...beating..throbbing...you're close too....

Don't stop baby, don't stop f*cking me...

Ohhhhhh yes....

I am right therrrrre....ohhhhh

Yessssssss

You're so close too...I can feel the approach....please don't stop...come for me...

I want to feel your hot cum explode inside me...

Oh god, cum for me...

I, I am going to come again, don't- don't...ohhhhh

Ohhhhhh god...

I can feel you coming now...you're so incredible...as you come you pull me tight to you...as if any further movement would paralyze you...I squeeze my cunt so tight...I want every last drop of you...give me all of your hot spunk...

Yesss...

Oh yess...

Not Tonight

I have had this need for you all day.

I have called you at work and told you how badly I want you to come to my place.

I need you here.

I need you right now.

But, you're tied up in a deadline and can't get away. You don't know when you're going to be able to make it...maybe in a couple of days...when your project is done. Your editor is riding your ass...

I end the calls with me just telling you how I need you...I have been wet with desire for you all day...I haven't been able to stop thinking of you...you holding me...you licking me, you biting the delicate tenderness of my breasts...but most importantly I need your erect sex in my mouth,

I have wanted to suck on it all day.

I have wanted to play with it all day...not just sucking on it...but I want you to fuck my mouth with it...don't be nice...

Still you say you can't get away...even though you are very interested in what I have to offer.

*sigh*

I settle into the answer...I sit at my vanity in my silk robe and panties...the crotch of my panties is still damp from just talking to you...I can't get over how you have this impact on my body...you just have this ability to get me to cream without even trying...

I start to comb my hair...it's long black strands cascading over my shoulders... the hair you love so much to pull…its length goes beyond the middle of my back…nearly to my waist…you love to take me from behind while wrapping it around your forearm and pulling…hard.

But, none of that tonight…I have to do things alone tonight…

*sigh*

You have a key to my place…

I didn’t even hear you come in.

As I was combing my hair, eyes closed thinking of you…I felt your strong hands inside my thighs…spreading my legs…I feel your palms cupping the meaty flesh of my breasts…picking each one up…oh the sensation seems so real…

The mind is so powerful…this seems so real ... my breath quickens…and my pulse begins to race…I feel your hands move to my torso…then my waist…I feel you removing my panties…I open my eyes…and I see YOU in my mirror…is it really you?

Oh....you tease.

You are standing behind me…I can feel your cock at the back of my shoulders and neck…so hard…oh I want this. You won’t let me turn around to disrobe you…you’re not done watching me in the mirror yet…

You lean over me and start to play…you have one finger inside me…then two, then three…oh please…stop…I can’t handle this…then back down to two, one…rubbing my clit between your thumb and index finger….gently at first…then a little harder…

Oh baby…I can’t handle this…I am so wet…I can hear your fingers working in the moisture of my cunt…I am so wet…

My pussy welcomes your fingers again…this time…three at first, then four…you start to turn your fingers inside me…ohhhhh You’re taking my breath away…I can’t do this…I need you … Please please please… let me have you….

Four, three, two…You’ve taken your fingers out…and are back at circling my clit, then a single thrust inside…you tease…back to manipulating each breath from me……stealing each one from my lungs...coaxing moans and sighs...one after the other...

Oh my lord…I can’t stand it…

I go to turn on my vanity bench as you now allow me to…the bench is wet…wet from my intense arousal…I unzip your trousers…pull you out…and stroke you…I don’t want to take you yet…I want to milk the precum from you first…I lick my fingers…and then touch myself…stroke myself for you…watching your gaze carefully for acceptance…for your approval…I then start to stroke you again…oh…there it is…that delicious glistening few drops of precum…oh baby…that’s what I wanted…I needed to see that from you…oh yes…I flick the tip of your cock with my tongue, tasting your precum…and loving it.

mmmmmmm

I take you deep into my mouth…I love the way you taste…the way you feel inside the warmth of my mouth…I can’t stop thinking about how I have waited for this all day…I wanted this so much…you’re here… you’re in my mouth…I can feel you begin to push deeper into me…deeper….to the point I gag…it’s ok…it’s a natural reflex…we’ll work past it…don’t stop…

My salivary glands are in over drive…your cock is so deliciously wet…I can taste me on you…and I taste so good....mmmmm.....

oh this is such a turn on…

I can feel your cock start to pulse in my mouth…oh no baby…you’re not coming yet….I am not done letting you fuck my mouth yet…. I slide you from my mouth...squeeze the tip of your cock….the look on your face is just a flash of disappointment…but you know I am not done….

I start to play with myself again…You get on your knees in front of me, put my leg over a shoulder…and spread my lips to see my treasure…my treasure box just for you baby…you place a finger inside me while licking my clit…The sensations are so intense…I think, oh shit…this is payback…I am about to come…I can feel the peak coming…this arousal is too intense…then all of the sudden, you can feel my cunt tighten around your finger…a sure sign my orgasm is inevitable…then you stop…..

Oh no…

You sternly tell me…”Finish what you started you little slut. You fucking little slut, you have a lot of work to do still…you’re now where near being done yet…you little slut.”

Oh I love when you talk to me like this…I love it…I am your slut...I am all yours…I am your fucking slut…

You’re in front of me again your prick, so huge, so hard…so in my face……the mischievous gleam in your eye tells me that I have been bad…and I am in for a treat…I mean punishment……you playfully slap each cheek with your cock…oh you’re serious…you mean business…there’s no smile on your face…just a look of dominance…

You grab the back of my head and thrust your cock deep in my throat beyond the point of gagging…your cock is thrusting in and out of my throat…tears start to form at the corner of my eyes…but these aren’t tears of pain…I am loving this baby…don’t stop…I want to feel your hot cum…

You’re thrusting so hard and so deep now, I am just swallowing your fucking cock whole…oh yes… oh my god....

You’re slowing…just a little…then one last thrust…that bruises the back of my throat…the warmth of your cum is so soothing… it soothes the tender lining of my throat….you groan in divine pleasure….

Calling out my name…I love when you say my name like that…a gutteral groan/scream…