The Drive
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Posted:Mar 11, 2015 11:56 am
Last Updated:Apr 27, 2024 1:18 pm
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I am driving home, and I think of you.
I put a finger on my lips, and wish I could brush my lips against yours. Slowly and seductively I run my fingertip across my lips, imagining that I follow contours of your face with gentle kisses. My tongue snakes out and its tip caresses that fingertip, as it would your jaw, the underside of your ear, your neck.
I begin to feel warm, so I roll down the window, feeling the wind caress me, as you would. I take my hair out its clips and allow my hair wave to in the wind, imagining you running your hands through it.
Concentrate on driving...
But I think of you, caressing my shoulders and lingering near my breasts. I feel my nipples grow hard, thinking of you caressing them through the fabric.
I press harder on the pedal. The wind in my face does nothing to cool the heat accelerating between my legs.
I think of you tucking your hand under my shirt, under my bra, and your fingers rolling the hardened nipples, while you kiss me, hard and wanting. I feel your bulge against me and push myself against your hips.
One hand goes down, I want to touch myself, to ease this ache in my belly -- I need to get home. I want to feel you against me, your heat against mine, your lips on mine, your tongue searching for mine.
I want to feel my breasts against your bare chest, to feel the hair rubbing against my soft breasts, hardening my nipples even more. I want to hear you moan as you break the kiss, as you sit down and begin to work on my nipples, licking one and suckling, and squeezing my other breast, and your hand is on my lower back, and you're caressing me -- but all I feel is your tongue on my nipples, and your teeth as you gently bite --
I stop myself from moaning in the car, but now I know I'm wet. Almost home...
My nipples are so hard, and I brush my hand against them. Then I stroke them...
Stop at a stop light -- I need to stop this, concentrate on driving, get home...
I think of you, as you raise your head from my breasts, and I lean forward to kiss you. You crush me to you -- I want you, I want to feel you against me.
Pulling into the driveway. I think of the time when we once got out of the car and I grabbed you and threw you against it, kissing you madly, shoving myself onto you. You laughing and pulling my hands down to your waist, while I grab you by your belt --
I rush into the house, leaving my bag in the car. It's as if I have to badly go to the bathroom, but in this case, the ache is inside, I need so badly to relieve it. I rush inside and shut the door. I run to the bedroom, and lift my shirt, free my breasts from the constraints of the bra.
I moan and close my eyes, grabbing my own breasts roughly, yanking the nipples so they're hard. I unbutton my jeans and snake a hand inside. With a moan, I lie across the bed, one hand in my jeans, teasing myself.
I think of you, as your hands search, or pretend to search, to feel their way around my nether regions, among the folds and wetness, to find that snatch right there. One of your fingers goes in. Then two, and I moan even louder. Sometimes you will stretch it with three, and I raise my legs and widen my hips, wanting more.
I think of this, but I touch my clit, which is swollen and hot. I think of you, finding my clit with your fingers, and then I think of you, finding it with your tongue. I moan loudly, as my fingers stroke my own clit. I close my eyes and think of you, and I wish to see you kneeling near me, your own shaft in your hands, holding it over me, stroking it. Your voice, deep with lust, whispering, "Do you want to see me come?"
I moan, my fingers working furiously, I'm close -- what puts me over the edge...Your face, eyes closed in ecstasy, your hand stroking your hard shaft, and I watch it grow, your balls tighten up against you.
"Oh God, I'm coming..."
My hand drops down and thrusts into my pussy, and I feel the contractions begin -- I moan loudly in the quiet bedroom, thrusting against my own fingers, wondering how it feels on your own shaft, and I envision you coming with a low moan...
I groan, feeling the contractions subside and slowly slide my soaking wet fingers out. Oh, it felt so good to finally come, come hard...I wonder again how it feels on you, whether you find it as enjoyable as me.
"Decided to start without me?"
My eyes flash open and I focus on you, standing in the doorway, leaning against it. You chuckle and begin to remove your shirt...
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A poem
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Posted:Dec 2, 2014 12:18 am
Last Updated:Dec 2, 2014 7:23 am
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(not my work, lifted from a poetry website but its special)
"Intrigue Is Timeless" {Poetry - 2008}
This sensation is welcomed
Human imperfection is embraced
Our timid behavior when beauty makes us affectionate
Is factored from the curiosities and questions
To share with one another To bring us closer
To await signs like when your hands would clutch mine tighter
And even basking in the warmth of sundown
your head falls on my shoulder
Intrigue is timeless
Fuel for hope that we'll deem this attraction priceless
Leaving no concern for closing our distance
No impatience sets in
As every thought of you in mind sets in
Counting down the dying lights of my train map's blips
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Work it out ....
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Posted:Nov 10, 2014 11:33 am
Last Updated:Mar 27, 2015 1:38 pm
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After a week of sheer indulgence I decided to spend as much of Friday night in the gym as there was nothing else in my diary and working out always makes me feel sexy. So there I was straddling the weights and pulling the bar down behind my head. Tits out, back arched as to accentuate my ass and stomach pulled in. Shallow breathing and it was only a few seconds before he caught my eye. Tall, dark and visibly endowed he was watching me. I'm no novice on the weight machines so was working hard when he wandered over to ask if I needed any assistance. "With the weights?" I asked whist glancing up and he came over all shy and I'm not sure whether it was a cough or a giggle but I believe at that moment he blushed.
It was then I knew I could have exactly what I wanted from this man. Sometimes it doesn't take much but a look, a touch, a word spoken in a certain way and you just know that the path is yours to follow. The next few mins, hours are yours to take and do what you want with and I wanted, I wanted a piece of this man. After all what's hornier than a good work out, muscles pumped and a willing specimen hanging on your every word.
"Thanks I replied but I'm just about done and ready to hit the showers. I'll give you a shout if I need any help in there, I said sexily. Again there was that shyness and blushing. I was beginning to enjoy making this poor boy blush. It was a pleasure and already I could feel the wetness between my legs and that deep down tingle lighting my pussy on fire. His tongue would be very useful in maximizing that tingle later, I was sure of it.
So off I went in the direction of the showers with a spring in my step knowing that if I glanced back before I reached the main door of the gym he'd follow, of course he'd follow. It was late in the evening, his duties in the gym were almost done and I had duties that needed attending to.
Stripping down to my bra and panties I reached into the shower cubical and turned on the shower. There was no one else in there and it was silent. It wasn't long before I heard the door slowly open and he was there, standing just inside the door, silent. I gestured him with my index finger to come over and he sat down on the bench outside the shower cubical.
Are you joining me, I said? He just nodded and I told him to take off his clothes. He was nervous, nervous that someone would come in but I love risks and this was one that I was desperate to take. Take of your clothes I said firmly and he started to undress. Tshirt, jeans, shoes, socks all discarded which left his boxers. He was still sitting on the bench so i told him to stand up and turned him round and I sat down and reached for the waistband of his pants. Pulling them down over his butt.smoothing my hands down his firm cheeks and then releasing his semi hard cock until his pants were at his ankles.
His cock was so close to my face, almost brushing my cheek but I just looked up, smiled and said lets go. I don't think he realized that I was still in my bra and panties but we both slid quickly into the shower. He immediately tried to kiss me but it wasn't there i wanted his lips. I reached for his hand and placed it between my legs and he could feel the lace of my panties now wet both from his presence and the shower. Move them aside I suggested and began to feel his fingers reach in and slowly stroke the warmth of my pussy.
After a short while I placed my hands on his shoulders pushing him to his knees, water cascading down his back and shoulders and he understood exactly what I wanted. As I arched my back against the tiles and pushed my pussy towards his face he pulled down my now soaking panties and nuzzled his face between my legs.
His tongue worked expertly and I pushed myself onto him grinding against his darting tongue. My hands on the back of his head moving him against my hot and very wet pussy. The water cascading down and his hands on my hips I controlled every movement and worked my pussy into a frenzy. My orgasm was fierce and my legs trembled but I was satisfied and as he stood up again he tried to place my hand on his cock as if to say "my turn" Tsk tsk!
Oh the poor boy, he didn't realize that I had no intention of playing with his cock, however beautiful. This seductive little episode was about me and only me. I moved my hand, a little reluctantly, from his cock and stepped out of the shower.........
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