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A story I wrote as told to me by my young friend Kellie
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A story I wrote as told to me by my young friend Kellie GOOD GIRLS DO Hey, I'm Kelli, some say I'm just a free spirited, hot, young babe. Others, the jealous ones, aren't so kind. They say I'm promiscuous, you know, sleep around. I say they're just not getting as much as they want. Here on the west coast the sun is bright, the attitude easy and sex? Well let's just say we have a slightly more liberal take on the big nasty than most of the heartland. I'm young, uninhibited ,and believe life is made to be enjoyed and meant to be lived to its fullest. That brings me to a more sensitive subject, you see I've never been in love, I mean not really, sure I've crushed hard, had more than my share of boys ( and men) but never felt that special attachment. Connection for me is momentary, taking place mostly through the groin. Hey don't judge me, I really do love guys and enjoy an occasional girl crush, but never even been close to finding "the one." Ok, this is the truth. I'm more like a guy than a girl! I'm not the kinda girl who picks up random strange men for sex but I always have a couple, or maybe sometimes slightly more, boy friends that I enjoy hanging with. That's not entirely true, I have lots and lots of really hot sex with those lucky guys but not much else. You might say I use my guy friends for sex. Don't get me wrong, they get plenty when they get me! I love sex! I love male bodies and those certain parts, GOD! Can't seem to get enough. Is that bad? Either way I'm not changing till I feel like it. I'm driving over to Tom’s place as we speak. Can't wait, tall, built, model good looks and HUNG! Told you I'm the reverse of a guy but also the exact mirror image, sure I objectify and rate men's bodies, that's how I know what I want! He met me at the door, barely made it inside, that's the good thing about being a bad girl, cut to the chase, dispose of the preliminaries, clothes thrown as we fell to the floor, I took off and flew before we had a chance to say hello. In every room in the house, we rubbed the finish off the corners of every piece of furniture, with every possible contortionistic, pretzel twisting position imaginable. We fell onto the bed from sheer exhaustion. I'm laying on his chest ( like a good girl). That's about it for now, signing off, sweet dreams, goodnight! Waking up after last night's dizzying trail of body shaking orgasms, I'm sore, but wanting more. I'm off to the shower to wake myself up and bathe my kitty. When I come back, he’s rock hard lying on the bed, looking like he wants to eat me alive. "Hey sexy girl, I've been dreaming about you." "O yeah? please share." "It's really kinky stuff but I woke ready." "You were born ready, now tell me about this dream." "Ok, but remember, you insisted!" "You were a young, beautiful maiden walking in the forest when you came across me, a centaur, looking for somewhere to deposit my man seed. I mesmerized you and before long had you pinned against a rock with your dress pulled up around your waist. I stroked you savagely from behind with my man shaft while you stared wide eyed, hands against the rock, moaning and groaning." "Oh, that's quite shocking and explicit, so you like the idea of me being taken savagely by a huge bone huh? You’re a naughty little boy." I slid onto the bed, lying on my back as he grabbed the restraints from last night, tying my wrists and ankles to the bedposts. I’m vulnerable, exposed, knowing I’m about to get nailed hard but I like the weak, submissive feeling it gives me. Climbing on top of me, he feeds his tool into my mouth, I suck excitedly, secretly turned on by his kinky dream. Hips thrust, tongues swirl, moans escape our lips, excitement between us builds. I feel his rock throb, wanting to stroke my wet sex. Leaning down, he runs his tongue from my clit, down my slit, tonguing my depths. I squirm, struggling to break free of my ties. I moan, raw sensation overwhelming me, I can’t breathe. His tongue swirls over my backside, teasingly. Fingers dance on my hot button, jumping with excitement I cry out, moaning with hot passion. His fingers moved expertly on my spot, I need to come, feel myself brimming, close but so far away, I shudder, exhaling frustratedly. His tongue dives deeper, more insistent. “You want to come don't you baby?” Pushing fingers deeply inside my box, as others play my clit. “Come for me, Baby, I want you to come hard for me.” Arching my head, I cry out in orgasm, open mouthed, coming hard. My moans echo through the air, he gives me a triple orgasm, keeps going as if he can’t get enough of me. Gasping, breathing hard, I squirm as he climbs up, sliding into me. I grip him, pulling him deeper, hungry to feel him fully inside me. He thrusts slowly, pulling in and out with gentle, teasing motions. Gasping each time he stabs me, I shudder with pent up emotion. He thrusts faster, deeper inside me, stretching me. I feel his ungodly thickness inside me, throbbing, aching to fill me with seed. He pounds faster, harder, I'm ready to come again. His intensity Is exciting and scary. I exploded, coming hard for him again as he feels me contracting around him. I let go, shaking to the core as he bursts. I lie on his chest, running my fingers through his hair. We must have slept for quite a while. I look over at him, he's smiling, and as always, rock hard. Removing my panties. I sit up suddenly, gripping his hair, pushing his face into my wetness. I soak him, hunching softly. Running his fingers up my legs, he pulls me closer. His tongue dives into me, swirling my button. Spreading my legs, he moves faster as I moan, goosebumps cover my skin. Pressing my clit into his face, I ache for him, pressing him hungrily into me. Turning my hips toward him, his hand moves between my legs, sliding inside me. My knees shake, trying to stay vertical, loving the feeling of being eaten while standing with my legs wide apart, trembling. He flicks his tongue, lips against my hard spot. “God o god!” I cry, close to orgasm. He works me fast, then slow, hard, then softly, driving me crazy with desire. Suddenly he switches tactics, keeping the pressure steady on my clit and doesn't let up. I stiffen, arching, my body paralyzed by sensory overload, jerking in forceful spasms. I'm falling over a cliff, weightless, stomach in my throat, the air pulled violently from my lungs. He holds me in place, continuing his blistering tongue lashing as I explode again and again. Releasing as waves of tension crash, breaking inside me. He moans, tasting me as I soak his face, he sucks savagely, swallowing all of my sweet come. Stepping back, I let go of his hair and stare at his handsome, masculine face, glistening with juice. The following week we did it again. Can someone say encore? Thank you! I just did a sassy, improper curtsy in my mind's eye. Walking towards the bedroom, he climbs on the bed as I tie and blindfold him, slipping on a cock ring made of surgical tubing. I cinch it tightly. He swells massively, every vein in his cock bulging, rock hard, he squirms as his cock spasms. "Please have mercy on me baby! My tool feels itchy and achy and like its gonna explode." "You're a big boy, you can handle it, I thought you wanted me to take it really big and hard, remember your dream! I'm just helping you with your fantasy baby." Straddling his tortured purple cock, brushing the aching head lightly against my soaking slit, I move my hips, barely touching his rock, making him squirm. "Please baby, for god's sake, have mercy!" "Ladies first, I giggle, I wanting my man mad with lust before he Impales me against the rock." Rolling my hips faster and faster, I let the thickness of his cock rub my clit as I bite my lip, swallowing hard.Our breathing becomes ragged as I move quicker, ever faster, driving him over the top, He growls, struggling back an orgasm. I'm burning watching his torture, I come hard, jerking my head backwards, soaking him with slickness. Flashing him a wicked smile, I lower myself on his needy rod. " Oh God," I quiver and shake, stretching, forcing myself down on his agonizingly hard prick. Grinding my hips, I enjoy the feel of him, deep and unforgiving, hard inside me, my clit frenzied from the relentless friction of his cock. Picking up speed, I lift myself slowly, before slamming back onto his rock. I ride him hard as he cries out, I stroke him faster, feeling pressure building inside me, screaming each time I impale myself, each thrust bringing me closer to orgasm. We ride up the long hill together, taking turns, lifting each other higher and higher, reaching the top, we implode into each other, gasping, choking back sobs of release, sweating, grinding, gasping for air, swelling impossibly large he bursts, filling me with hot seed. I walk into the hotel, he’s already there. It’s been a month since we’ve seen each other, I sense we won't be talking, at least not at first. Stripping quickly, I climb onto the bed as he pulls me to the edge. Probing quickly between my folds, he sucks hard on my button. His tongue flicking against my clit, making me moan for more. Taking his middle finger, he fucks me slowly, teasingly, one finger turning to two, pushing inside me, working my deep sex. My twat grips him tightly, close to release. I shudder, calling out his name, begging him. His tongue swirls, sucking me between his lips, again and again, I buck my hips, orgasming, drenching him with wetness as I let go. I grip the sheets, body locked, eyes bulging, releasing, feeling like I just touched the face of God. I lean down, his tongue lashes into my mouth. I give myself to him, he fills me, stretching me fully, I'm engorged on his thickness! groaning, we move together, ever higher. He slams into me, hips meeting, I buck upward into him. Bottoming out, pube to pube, he strokes faster, bringing me squirming but closer, feeling so naughty, I love feeling wild and free, It’s exactly what I need and want. Running my nails across his shoulders, I grip his booty, grinding against him. "So deep! God, in so deep, unghh!" Squeezing my thighs, stroking hard, feeling him moving with me, we're one flesh. Nails digging deeper, moaning his name, coming, crying out without shame, not caring who hears me. Stroking me hard, fucking me senseless,he groans, filling me, exploding inside my cunt. I take all of it, all of him, everything spilling out from this man, I swallow, insatiable, lifting my hips, I'm in a special place now, beyond words, just me and the emptiness, riding the cresting wave. The room smells like sex. Breathing deeply, closing my eyes, I smile, reliving the intense moments, studying the ghostly images of our passion burned into the walls. Breathing out wistfully, hating to leave, I turn to go. He's already gone, had a meeting, rode me hard, put me up wet and I loved every second! I sat in my car, driving. Blasting Maroon Five, rolling down the windows, driving faster, carefree, unpredictable, an outlaw. I have the sudden urge to “DO” everybody on the planet. I see humanity as a writhing ball of potential sex partners. I’m flying down the highway, the beach on one side, palm trees on the other, just driving. Singing along, fantasizing of Adam Levine and what I'd do to his dreamy tatted up body right now. I'd swallow him whole, head to toe with one gulp, suck off all the juice, pop him out of my mouth and throw away the bone! Next ! I don't deny, sometimes wondering what it’d be like to love, have a relationship, coming home to the same man, dating, fighting, making up, sex with just him day after day but I love my freedom, doing as I please, answering to no one. Arriving home, it’s late, the sun is setting, I watch spellbound as spectacular warm rays of sunlight disappear one by one, swallowed up by the ravenous horizon, so sad and beautiful! |
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