Jack And Jill (a little sweet...something)

Jack and Jill went up the hill

To fetch a pail of water

Jack lay down and dropped his trou

What Jill saw made her wetter

Jack got Jill to bend and kneel

Not caring who could see her

She pulled his nob cos she loved this job

Her eyes said, “Jack come hither”

Jill went in, pulling Jack within

Her tongue making Jack whimper

He held her head, his legs widespread

And cried, “Jill please go deeper”

Now Jill did moan, which made Jack groan

His dick slipping down her throat

She didn't take heed, he released his seed

And she swallowed like a G.O.A.T

Happy New Year!! (The Countdown)

Sometime before midnight:

He gently caressed her breasts, suckling one of her nipples. She sighed in contentment under his ministrations. He rubbed her other nipple, rolling it between his fingers and she tried again to move one of his hands between her legs. He released her nipple with a wet smack.

“No, no. You have to wait for that, it's not time yet", he said laughing

“Why not?" she whined.

He quickly glanced at the clock across from him.  "Just wait", he responded, trying to ignore her squirming. He looked lovingly at her body, trailing his hand down her chest, touching her breast and lightly pinching her erect nipple. The slight pain of the pinch made her pussy tingle. His hands continued down her body, drawing slow patterns on her stomach. Using both hands, he traced patterns on her stomach and sides.  His hand crept downward and paused, the sensation was enough to quicken her heart as she waited for them to moved down even further.  She gasped as she felt him lightly trail his fingers over her soft low patch of pubic hair.

She spread her legs a little wider as an invitation for him to explore the soft wet folds of her. She wanted his fingers in her badly, and he was torturing her by delaying the touch she desperately craved. His finger slid up and down her slippery wet slit. He licked his finger and commented on how good her pussy tasted. Once again he traced the cleft of her pussy with his finger and this time offered it to her. She sucked his dripping finger into her mouth, loving the taste of her on him and knowing that he was responsible for the wetness of which he was giving her a taste.  Pulling his finger from her mouth, he returned to playing with her pussy. She felt the second finger work its way into her and sighed heavily; she moaned as her body shook. Her pussy was sopping wet, and the pussy juice made his fingers very wet and slick. She started moving faster against his fingers, moving towards her orgasm but he held back, calling her name to get her attention.

"Countdown from 10" he said. "What??" she asked confused. "Countdown from 15" he repeated

"Ten...." she started

She felt his tongue on her pussy.

"Nine..." she felt it lightly on her clit

"Eight...."she gasped as she felt it darting and enveloping her swollen clit,

"Sev..." , she threw her head back trying to get through the numbers.

"Six..."she felt him thrust his tongue hungrily deeper into her

She started to grind into him, harder, faster, flying into her orgasm in a building wave of intensity "Four.." she screamed as she came. He didn't stop, wanting to draw every last cum from her.

Her toes curled and her thighs tightened around his face. He secured her hand back on the top of his head while her hips moved in rhythm against his face. "Two...." she moaned, her whole body stiffening. She came so hard her body shook but still he didn't stop, his tongue continued to lick patterns through her orgasm; and then he made her have another and another after that one, all the while pausing to tell her how good she tasted. All she could do was writhe helplessly and shake as each orgasm came. Then finally, he moved back up her body, kissing her mouth.

She slowly gained her bearings, hearing fireworks go off outside in the distance.

"Happy New Year babe", he said smiling.  "You missed out on some numbers there. We have to correct that".

Masochistic Inclinations*

I crave the feel of your teeth on my nipple as they sink into my tender flesh

I long to gag as you hold my mouth open thrusting your hips savagely into it

I can feel the sting of your hand against my breast as you grope my tender flesh

I spread my legs anticipating you spanking my sex until my orgasm holds me over the edge of the highest of cliffs

I do as I am told because only then, when I am good, am I allowed the pleasure of an orgasm

*Steven J. Cavenaugh knows

*The Middle......

There was no way I could tell him what was on my mind. Yes he’d just taken me on a ride to some amazing orgasms but he was still a stranger.  I intended to stick with the plan; no-hold barred fun till we exhausted each other and then some sweet goodbyes.  With that in mind, I figured it was time to move to more comfortable surroundings. I stood and made my way to the bedroom; turning back I crooked my finger at him, “Come with me” I said as I kept going, expecting him to follow.

I sat on the bed legs akimbo as I held my breath, hopeful he joined me. A moment later he stood at the doorway.

“So you’re really not going to tell me the second thing?” he asked

“Why tell you when I can show you?” I asked, mind full of mischief, hoping he was still game to play.

I pulled him from the doorway and on to the bed, kissing his body as I crawled over him so he lay down.

“You’re going to have to trust me a little” I said in between kisses.

He smiled that smile of his and said, “As long as you keep doing what you’re doing. I'm up for it”.

I got out of the bed and went to the dresser where I took out a number of scarves; returning to the bed I tied a scarf around each of his wrists and then tied the other ends securely to the headboard, making sure they were secure. I did the same with his ankles, securing them to the foot of the bed all the time feeling his eyes on me. Once I was satisfied he couldn't get out of it, I stood back and surveyed my work. Studying his thick dick which lay across the top of a thigh and the body that had given me so much pleasure, it was hard not to crawl to him and take him in my mouth but I wanted to savour the moment.

I approached the bed slowly, taking care not to touch the most sensitive parts of his body. My tongue moved slowly along his naked shoulder towards his neck and placed kisses along his cheek and jaw line until our lips met for a moment. I teased him by holding back slightly and he arched forward moving his hips up against me, exercising the only control he had. I gasped and then grabbed his head and pulled his head back firmly.

"No." I said teasingly as I reached down between their bodies and teased the tip of his penis as it lay along my slit, pushed upwards as I ground down onto it. I could feel him becoming slippery and he kept trying to slide his hips down enough to get inside me but I lifted myself away at the last moment each time.

I leaned in close and pressed my breasts against his shoulders as I kissed his ears. I used my teeth to nip at the earlobes and let my hands roam all the way down to his dick. My stroking seemed almost too much for him and he moaned out; turning his head, he buried his face into my neck. He bit into my neck, causing me to cry out and stroke him even harder; my hands moved in long strokes along the shaft, up and down, moving towards the head.

Deciding his dick needed a little more lubrication, I licked up the one side while stroking the top with my palm. My mouth then moved over the head and took almost half of him into my mouth. I held him around the base and then began to move my mouth wetly up and down, my tongue moving around the shaft. He tasted very good but I did not want to finish with him in my mouth. Regretfully I released him and he gave out a sigh of disappointment.

"Don't worry, I’m not done with you yet” I whispered into his ear.

I straddled him again, facing him. I rubbed the head against myself, up and down. Moving back and forth I slowly eased him in and out, just the tip entering me. My own juices were flowing and I was having trouble stopping myself from just driving down and taking him deep. I leaned forward and kissed him then, with just the tip inside of me. His tongue was moving against mine and our kiss became hungrier I moved deeper onto his erection until finally I could feel his hair against the sensitive lower lips. Placing my hands around his neck and looking directly at him I begin to fuck him with slow thrusts. I could feel him sliding in and out and it was a delicious feeling more exciting because he couldn't do anything but accept it.

Leaning back slightly I kept one hand on his neck for balance and slid the other between us, stroking my clit lightly. Closing my eyes I rode him hard driving down as deep as I could; he was thrusting up as best he could to meet me…it was heaven.  

I leaned forward again putting my face into the crook of his neck, panting. I continued to stroke my clit as he tried thrusting harder and harder into me. I felt my orgasm rising as he pushed up against me until finally I fell over the edge, biting down into his neck and whimpering. The waves of my orgasm pulsed through me as I ground myself down onto his hardness each thrust giving me a sharp explosion of pleasure.

I collapsed onto him, shivering slightly panting, trying to catch my breath.

After a moment, I came back to myself and slid my hands up his arm to where they were bound against the headboard and lingered.

“Do you want to be let loose?” I asked

*because you caught me in the middle of something...well, someone ;)

Sultry Sunday

So this morning I woke up wondering what it'll be like spread out in front of you
Naked, face down; you spanking my ass....lightly first , then harder
My pussy getting wet as the slaps get harder
Me biting down on the sheets to stop from being too loud
Your finger in me, in and out while you keep spanking me
Then you start to smack my pussy....driving me crazy
Alternating between fingering me, smacking my pussy and spanking my ass
And just as I'm about to cum, you put your mouth over my lower lips
Use your tongue to fuck me, graze your teeth over my clit
Sending me over the edge, holding me steady and drinking me all in
As I come don from my high, you flip me over and move up on me
Using your dick to tease my lips as I flick my tongue over the head
You feed your dick into my open mouth
Pushing it in slowly first, then moving it faster, harder
You steadily fuck my mouth...going in deeper, fucking my throat
Holding my head in place as you release in my mouth and I sallow all you've got

I lie here wondering, smiling & getting wet at the thought

The Night Before Christmas

'Twas the night before Christmas and all was quiet in the house

She tiptoed down the stairs in nothing but her blouse

Right before her he stood and she took in the sight

There by the fire Santa was basking in the light

He looked up and saw her and called her to his side

She hesitated unsure, taking time to decide

He asked again sternly, this time making it a command

She winced at his tone but hastily obeyed his demand

“You’ve been a bad girl” he said, “You know what that means”

She replied, “I don’t know what you mean”, as she played with her seams

“You know not to come downstairs on Christmas Eve night”

“Now do what you do when you don’t get things right”

He held out his hand to take her own and moved to his chair

She bent her head down, bit her lip and played with her hair

He pulled her to him folded her over to lay across his lap

She gasp at the motion, moved her thighs open leaving a gap

A hard slap on her ass caused her to groan

She wriggled around, got more comfy as she laid prone

Another smack to cause the sting that she so enjoyed

A loud moan she uttered as the smack she couldn't avoid

Smacked he kept giving till he felt her wet

Both ass cheeks he spanked in a naughty duet

She wiggled some more as the pleasure took over

Her moans louder, groans deeper as his hand started to rover

Smack ass once, stroke ass once and back to spanking again

The pain, the pleasure her composure she couldn't maintain

His hands moved lower and her wetness he was smacking

Answering that unanswered questions her body was asking

She moved her ass back wanting some stronger relief

The smacks on her wetness nothing more than an aperitif

Fingers in, he started with one then added two

She cried out for joy her loud moans no way to subdue

In and out his fingers moved until her body tensed

Faster he went using other hand for smacks as watching her he sensed

She screamed her release, her body opening up to him, he marveled at the sight

He thought, “Happy Christmas to me, I know I’ll have a good night”

*Merry Christmas folks.  Love well, eat well, drink well....be happy*

In The Park

In the park, under the shade and among the overgrowth
Laying back among the grass, the sun feels good on my skin
Eyes closed, listening to music and letting the world's troubles melt away
I feel you hands on my feet but I keep my eyes closed
I expected this, anticipated it, was hoping for this
Feeling your breath on my skin as your hands move up under my dress
Small kisses up my thighs, I feel your tongue...hot, wet
I shiver even as I heat up, soaking wet
A moan escapes my lips as you take a little bite of my inner thigh
As you reach my epicenter, you breathe my essence in
You fill me up with your breath making me gasp
I feel your tongue, first you run it over my outer lips
Up and down, passing lightly over my clit
You do it again, this time a little harder and I shudder
You part my lower lips with your fingers
Using your tongue on me harder causing my moans to get louder
The pleasure gets intense, pressure building higher
I start to move, body confused if it should run from it or embrace it fully
You hold me down, commanding me to keep still
Telling me to obey, reminding me that it is all yours
Holding my ass in place as you tongue fuck me
Your words, your actions pushes me even more
I bite my finger to stop myself screaming
My Body tenses up as I reach the edge
I hold your head closer to me, willing you to go on, to take me over
But you stop
I whimper needy, heavy with want
You pull your head back
Kiss my inner thigh
Tell me to remember you own the essence that is me
And you don't want your essence to find release.....

Last Time

There was no gentleness with it
No falling into warm embraces
Lips were not touching in sweet caress

We did not reminisce on shared moments
On when our bodies fused together as one
Our bodies slick with sweat, cool air on hot skin

It was a quick-paced dance with the perfect partner
Longing causing clothing to evaporate
There was no temptation, no tease, no seduction

Sensual movements, quick thrusts
Limbs entwined, hard unforgiving kisses
Intense grunts, succumbing to the dark

Words were left outspoken
Thoughts and secrets kept locked
No drawn out words of love and goodbyes

There were bruises only to be felt in that moment
To be seen but not understood
Made in the heat of passion, tattooing the hurt

It was rough, it was pain, it was release
It was the last time

Don't Turn Around II - Voyeurism (The Watcher)

It'd been a long day, an overly demanding boss, some ungrateful customers all amounted me to needing a drink or several and I knew just the place to get a little time off from reality.

I order drinks and make my way to the back, looking for an empty booth, the only company I want to tolerate being the bottles in my hand. I find the perfect spot, an empty booth with seats facing the bar entrance, allowing me to people watch without much being seen.

I sit down comfortably taking a swig of my drink and that is when I see her. She pauses at the doorway as if a little unsure, taking in her environment with a sweeping glance around the bar. I watch as she takes a deep breath as if a questioned had been answered.

I watch he walk up to the bar,  hips undulating, her skirt floating gently around her. Gliding in heels that draw attention to the smooth soft looking skin of her legs. She walks up to the bar, giving the bartender a wide smile with her eyes, obviously flirting as she seems to place an order.

She glances my direction and I look away flustered that I may have been caught staring. I look around the bar and that's when I notice him. He is watching her intensely, seeming to take in her every move, as she stretches to to speak to the bartender, the little laugh she makes at whatever he is telling her as he sets her drink down.

I watch as he stalks up to her and places a hand on her hip, where her top doesn't quite meet her skirt. She tenses up and I do too, wondering what is about to happen.  I watch him whisper in her ear and I see the a naughty smile spread on her face, watch her eyes light up as she listens to him then orders to the bartender.

I watch him kiss her neck and see her body melt into him, her head moving a little more to the side, giving him more access to her neck. She seems to move a little more into  causing me to pull my eyes from her ace down to where I see one of his hands gently pulling her skirt up.

My temperature goes up a couple of notches as I guess what he is doing, I watch her more open a little like in a gasp, her body leaning back, more into him and her eyes closing.  I watch her hands grip the bar and I can't help but wonder what her lower lips look like, what they feel like. Do they pout waiting to be petted,  are they meaty waiting to be eaten.  I watch he hip move gently and wonder how wet she is, how many fingers he is using to give er all that pleasure I read on her face.

So intent is my watching his hands move so obviously in her, I don't notice her eyes open ans she is now watching me.  Looking right into my eyes, hers full of undiluted lust, eyes that start to hold some mischief and I wonder if she knows how hard I am from watching her wanton display.  If she knows I want to drag her away from him, set her on the bar and sink into her wet warmth. I watch her mouth fall open even wider, her breathing quicker and more shallow. I watch and see her nipples through her top, hardening in lust though my eyes remain on hers.

I see her gaze pulling me in, daring me to keep watching, trapping me in her spell. I grip my bottle tighter, trying to control myself, stop myself from getting up and going to her, collecting on the promise her eyes hold. My trousers become uncomfortable, my hardness about to burst out, The thought occurs to me to look away, leave them in their private public display but I can't. It is three of us in that moment, his fingers connecting him to her, my eyes connecting me to her in her raw moment.

I watch her eyes darken even with the distance between us I can see she is at her peak, I can almost feel her as she shudders gently, gripping the bar harder, cumming quietly.  She keeps her eyes on me as she goes over the edge, we remain connected as she comes back slowly, I watch the awareness flowing back into her eyes, her body straightening up.

I watch as she smiles sweetly when he kisses her neck and then her hand, he whispers something to her and she responds still watching me. He takes her by the hand and for the first time I notice she has not looked at him at all in their time together. Not after he walks up behind her at the beginning and kisses her neck the first time, not when he kisses her on her neck as she comes down form her high. She has been watching me all through their sexual tête-à-tête.

I watch as he starts to lead her away, her eyes looking away for the 1st time since she found mine and I feel a loss that our connection is broken and I try to get back to my abandoned bottles but I look up again to find her watching me. She smiles into my eyes and stretches her hand toward me, silently asking me to join and I move quickly. I do not hesitate and follow as I watch her go out of the bar.

Don't Turn Around - Exhibition

"Don't turn around", the voice whispered softly in my ear. That's how it all begins.

I knew you were watching me, when I walked into the bar I felt your eyes on me.
Watching me flirt with the bartender as I ordered a drink, watched my lips close around the straw as I sucked the sweetness in.
I felt your eyes on me and I didn't turn around even then. I was going to do as you ordered. This was your game, your rules.

Your hands on my hips as you move comfortably behind me, I feel the heat of your body warming me.
I tense up when I feel your touch on my bare skin, where my top doesn't quite meet my skirt, humming in anticipation as you slowly trace your fingers over it.
You ask me to order you a drink, I obey your command the bartender non-the-wiser of the tactile communication between us, going on in front of him.

You kiss my neck lightly & my whole body responds to it, heating up like you've started a small fire, one that needs a little stoking to go ablaze. I feel the heat down my spine.
One hand remains on my hips, the other creeps under my skirt, slowing drawing figures on my thighs, causing me to close my eyes and lean back a little more into you. Higher and higher you go, until you reach your destination, my wet center, making me gasp unexpectedly, in pleasure just as the bartender sets your drink in front of me. You stroke harder, whispering instructions of quiet, causing me to shudder a little. I'm trying to control myself, knowing we're in a crowded bar. I want us to be here for a while, I want our game to last, as long as I don't turn around.
One finger stroking along my slit, slowly teasing, pausing and starting all over again. I hold the bar for support, mouth falling open a little, then biting lips trying to stop sound from escaping. Finger inside me, working it's way in and out, at a leisurely pace ignoring my need to speed up to release as I push back down.
Second finger inside, filling me, thumb rubbing that magic button. My hips move in time to your rhythm even though I try to control myself, stifle my movements but my body has a mind of it's own and it's focused on pleasure.

In and out you go, increasing your speed, then slowing down, playing with me, toying with my body, enjoying the access I've given. I feel the tension build; the pressure, the pleasure and with that I feel something else, a tingle of awareness. I look up in front of me and find a pair of eyes watching me. Eyes aware of what is happening, full of lust, dilated in arousal. Those eyes pushes me faster to the edge, the hands between my thighs taking me over, the feeling explosive, the release of hot liquid as orgasm hits. Open mouthed soundless scream, hands holding on for support the moment not quite expected so soon and still I look into those eyes as I go over. Eyes fixed, daring them to look away, challenging them to keep watching, keep enjoying me in my raw moment that moment that is just three of us.

Your fingers slow down, bringing me back slowly. I hear the noise in the crowded room again, see the forgotten drinks in front of us. Kisses on my neck that make my legs weak, you take my hand whispering, "Remember, don't turn around". I smile and I assure you I wouldn't, looking right in front of me, into those lust-filled eyes.......

Let's Play

Let’s play a game

We’ll start off slow

Just in case you need to take a breath

Let’s breathe together

Touching each other gently, softly

Let me hold the back of your head

Let me kiss you slowly

Pull me closer on to you

Set my body on fire

Tease me and open me up

Make me need you inside

Let me take you in deep

Let me clench around you

Feel the tightness, the pleasure

Let me ride, pushing back on you

Let’s increase the pace

Let’s lose control

So come play with me

And whoever dies the little death first...

Loses

On My Knees

On my knees is where I wait for you
The air heavy with anticipation
As I wait to worship at your phallus

On my knees is where you find me
Callused hands caress my neck
Hair pulled back roughly at your mercy

On my knees is where you take me
Opening my lips up wide to feed me slow
Then more insistently to take you all the way in

On my knees is where I give control
Letting you push as hard as you like
Letting you pull as gently as you want

On my knees is where I take you deep
Swallow you whole as you come inside
Hold you close as you get back to me slowly

On my knees is where you love me
There is power when I'm on my knees

It Started With Her Legs.....

I first hear the sound of her high heels, walking with that confidence, the clicking making one of the sexiest sounds a beautiful woman can make

As she walks towards me I am taken with her legs, beautiful long legs I'd imagine wrapped around mine. Or better yet, over my shoulders as I appreciate her

She comes and sits beside me, her skirt riding up a little, showing a bit more skin and I am drawn to the shadow between her thighs as she crosses them

I see myself smiling and telling her she is beautiful; see her looking at me quizzically before smiling back

I see me caressing her legs, slowing up & down from her feet to her thighs. See myself opening her up to view the uniqueness that is her and her alone

I will watch her luscious lips as they come out to greet me.  Watch them quiver as I pet and stroke, all the while talking to them, telling them how beautiful they are

I see myself gently pulling them apart to look at her inner lips, licking them a little, spreading the top searching for that button

I’ll approach it slowly, travelling first to the tender spot that is her inner thighs. I will kiss it, lick it with the tip of my tongue, moving closer to her lips and then float away

I will want her to wait in anticipation. I will lick the crease of her thighs, make my way down slowly, nuzzle my face into her brush my lips against her center

I will feel her moving underneath me straining to get a little bit more of me then I’ll put my lips right on top of her clit kissing her gently, then harder

I will gently spread her legs and my tongue will separate her lips running in between layers of plump flesh as I feast on her

I will pull her lips apart and will flick my tongue against her clit quickly, feeling her legs shake I will start to suck gently, then a little harder

I will heed her instructions not to stop and suck harder still. I will slip a finger between her lips, first one and then another

I will speed up when she wants to go faster, slow down when her body tells me to, follow the direction as her body orchestrates

I will feel her body beginning to tremble in pleasure then tensing, I will suck harder then, hanging in there till it’s over, my tongue licking her lips gently now  

I see myself talking to her, stroking her, letting her come all the way down from her high gently  

I snap out of my reverie as she comes and sits beside me with her long beautiful legs, her skirt riding up a little, showing a bit more skin, I lift my eyes up and look at her smiling into those warm brown eyes and I hear myself say, “Hi.............

The Art Of Seduction

The art of seduction can be a big production or could just be in a lot of little subtle things......this one's a lot of subtle things that make a production.

It is in the tilt of the head when you begin to think

the dreamy glaze over the eyes as the idea forms

It's the sheepish smile as it all comes together

It is that CD....you know, the Syleena Johnsonn track that always gets you going

It is that perfumed soap that you rarely use, luxuriously gliding over your body

It is that lotion, the one that's illuminated in gold, that highlights all your curves when caught in the light

It's your hands moving slowly, sensually across your body in long motions as you imagine hands that are not yours following suit

It is in making the right selection from the satins, the silks, the lace........or nothing at all

It is in figuring out the perfect pair of shoes - heels of course - to go over the perfect pair of stockings - lace tops with little bows

It is the perfect coat that goes over all that lace, the chosen fabric

It is the sparkle in your eyes as you make the journey to the end destination

It is the smile of appreciation on his face when he sees you at his door

It is in the flourish with which you take your coat off when he asks to hang it

It is the widening in his eyes as he watches you walk in scraps of lace and nothing else

It is in the senses; the sights, the smell, the taste, the touch

And with mutual satisfaction comes the completion of the art of seduction

The Way We Like

We fall asleep, you on your back, my head on your chest listening to your heart beat.  My leg draped over yours......the way you like so much

We wake up, both on our sides, my back to your front, your arm around me.....the way I like so much

You stir behind me, getting harder as you wake, pushing forward ever so gently.  I smile still half asleep, pushing back encouragingly as I awake. I feel your breath on my neck as you kiss me gently, one hand softly kneading my breast, the other lifting my night dress, finding its way between my thighs......finding me hot, soaking wet, wanting.  Your hands get more purposeful.....one finger in, then another, thumb on clit, I arch my back, you bite my shoulder...you press even harder....you lift one leg up and slide right into the heat. 

We move together....faster....harder....you hold me tight till the end....enjoying each other, the way we like so much