It's been awhile

I like when people discuss sex. When was your first time? How was it? Where do you do it? What's your favourite position?

It's always earth-shattering. We do it anywhere.. On the bed, on the floor, in front of the mirror... Standing, sitting, bent over...

What's the weirdest thing you've done? How do you make a girl cum? What was the longest...

I smile, hug my knees and rest my chin on my arms. I listen, laughing, joining in the banter of the group.

No one ever asks me. They pat me on the head and tell me they have loads to teach me.

And I'm thinking...


His tongue nudging my nipples.. Clothes flying.. The intense fury of our need.. The lovely velvety tip of his cock.. The way we wrestle.. And how he always wins.

I watch the sinew of his muscles strain against his skin, the beads of perspiration running down his chest.. The way I try to keep my eyes open, try to look into his eyes as I cum.. But I fail every time.

He tries to give me more practice. Over and over again. I'll try to keep my eyes open. But it's like sneezing. I feel like my eyes would pop out if I did.

What's the point anyway, when my vision is blur as his length brushes against my swollen clit, when I twist and beg him to stop, and beg him to go faster, buck against him as I cum..

It's been awhile. I miss it.

In Case You Were Wondering...

(like some nice people who have emailed me), where the F*** did this girl disappear to. Well, I've been busy with life; and that's not just an excuse. Where i spend 90% of my time now, there's no reliable internet connection, no privacy, not much me time. The other 10% is spent sleeping and spending quality time with my dear boy. Yep, not much lovemaking going on :/

Still, when we do make the time, it is mind blowingly good. Maybe cause we need the release so much, maybe cause we see each other so rarely. Whatever it is, it works, at least for now. Plus, he's creative. I've never seen such inventive usage of furniture. Ever tried fucking on a small stack of drawers on castors? Bent over, ass in the air, hugging the whole thing as if my life depended on it. And then, when he pushes into me.. All i can think of is.. More...

And the castors help, you know. It's all so fluid.. Plus there's always the danger of falling off and causing a commotion so everyone can hear. If that's your thing. (;

Mornings..

I have grown to hate alarm clocks.

I grumbled and turned away from it as he moved to turn it off. He and I were now facing the same direction. I shifted and shoved my ass into him. He recoiled in pain.

"Whats that." I muttered grumpily.

He didn't reply. I felt around with my ass some more, then reached back to grab his dick.

He's told me about morning erections before. I'm not sure how aroused a guy really is by morning erections, but this little phenomena amused me. I rubbed and stroked it, both of us still in a dreamy state. Then i rolled out of bed to wash up.

That look of indignation? Priceless.

And my punishment for being a cocktease? Naked, forced onto my knees with his hand on the back of my head, choked by that appendage that had seemed so amusing awhile ago.

But he's kind. I got a reward for being obedient.

Escape

Maybe it was the fact that we didn't have to worry about privacy.

No disturbances. No need to be quiet.

He pulled off my clothes and told me to kneel, pushing my head against the mattress of the daybed. He sat behind me, pinching and stroking my ass and thighs.

And then he told me to go over. My thighs straddling his, he pulled me down in one swift motion onto his erection. I screamed.

The huge windows overlooking the ocean were uncovered. Sunlight streamed in, reflected in every drop of perspiration that ran down his neck. My fingers scratched at the wall behind him as he took a nipple into his mouth, biting, licking, sending shocks up and down my spine.

I know he likes it, siting back and watching me lose control.

He also likes it when i turn around, his cock still buried deep in me, until i am facing the tv. The tv is turned on. I'm hoping it will drown out my screams in case it can be heard from the corridor. I stare blankly at the screen, the blur of colours making no sense as he bounces me up and down, setting the momentum for the next few minutes. It is raw, animalistic, as i pleasure myself on him. I see nothing, i feel only his thighs beneath mine; it's all about me, my pleasure, as his cock drives all other thoughts from my mind. Deeper... Harder.. Faster...

And then he pushes me off balance. I'm on all fours, face pressed into the mattress, growling as the cock in my pussy stops thrusting. It's a clever manoeuvre. In 3 seconds flat, he's in control. I kick in frustration. He laughs. He moves slowly, in, out. His arm loops around me, placing his fingers on my clit.

"Slutty little girl."

His fingers rub insistently, circling my clit. He pulls almost all the way out, and move gently back and forth. I struggle furiously, begging him to stop. I feel as though i am going to faint...

He pulls his fingers away and slams deep into me, his fingers rubbing my juices all over my chest.

For a moment the world turns black.

When i come back, he's spooning me, his cock still buried in me as i hear myself babbling incoherently. And then it's time for round two. And it's all about him.

He pops out of me and stands up, pulling me off the ground and onto him. I cling on to him like a koala bear. He takes some time to position his cock, sliding into my wet pussy. My thighs are slippery all the way down to my knees. My full weight is hanging from my arms from his neck but he doesn't seem to notice as he grabs my hips and fucks me. Then he throws me onto the perfectly made up bed, burying me in fresh white linen.

He kneels between my parted legs, a little snarl on his face. He grabs my ankles and pulls me to him. I cry out in shock.

"I thought you like it rough."

He pries my legs apart as a surge of wetness oozes out of my pussy. He watches me panting, begging.

"Slut."

He takes off the condom and we start again, this time dancing right at the edge.

And when he cums it's an hour later, the sun's rays shifting from the window as i trace patterns in the slippery puddle on my chest.

I'm aching.

So it's true, what they say about vacation sex.

Delicious.

Something That You Didn't Have To See

This brings to mind a time when a young child i knew related something rather disturbing to me. This young girl sleeps at the foot of her parents' bed in their room because she was clingy to her mother.

I think you know where this is going.

So one fine day she bounced up to me and said: "Do you know what happened last night?"

Me: "Nope."

Little girl: "I tell you!"

She proceeded to explain to me in detail precisely what she saw on her parents' bed in the dead of night. According to her, she had woken up and sat up in her bed. By my estimation, her parents would not have been able to see her unless they looked directly at her and squinted.

Mistaking my look of horror and disgust as disbelief, she grew frustrated (as kids always do when they think you don't understand).

Her: "Aiya I show you!"

Next, she tried to make me lie face up to mimic her father while she wanted to play the role of the female straddling a dick. Of course, i did what any grown person would do in such an awkward situation. I told her to stop being silly and it was probably nothing, and walked away quickly, my hair standing on end and desperately trying not to laugh out loud.

I really wonder if she'd still remember it when she's old enough to understand the mechanics of sex. Until then, I shudder whenever i think about this.

Shudder.

Control

I lick my lips and crawl slowly towards him on the sofa, trying to keep low to avoid the prying eyes outside.

He watches me quietly as I position my thighs on either side of his hips.

My jaw clenches as we stare at each other. So close, but we can't...

I lower myself onto his erection, kept in check by the tight fabric of his pants. It probably hurts. The thought flickers in my mind for a moment before being washed away by the pressure between my legs.

And then I lose it, grinding myself into him, my hands balled into fists catching his shirt in them. I push myself against him, wanting to scream. Somehow the feeling is too intense. I squeak, cry and moan randomly, my body bucking against his.

Then I stop. Right at the edge, I pause and collect myself.

I'm two inches from where I was perched seconds ago. Staring at the tortured expression on his face through a sheet of messed up hair.

It just seems unfair.

He looks at me questioningly. Then realization hit. I fully intended to join him in his suffering.

His fingers dig into my hips. Gravity is in his favour. I brace myself against his chest, shaking my head.

He smiles and all of a sudden my face is buried in his shoulder, ass in the air. He has one arm around my shoulders, the other cupping me between my legs.

I hold off as long as I can, struggling against him, crying out as his expert fingers draw the orgasm from me.

It's never about what I want, is it?

Fear

The silvery moonbeams edged past the blinds, highlighting her nearly naked form. Beads of moisture trickled along her spine down to the base of her neck. She was kneeling, barely aware of the surroundings as her chest rose and fell gently. The sound of his cuff links flying into the metal saucer on the coffee table jarred her. She lifted her head from the carpet.

In a flash, he was behind her. He knelt, one knee at the back of her head. She felt his hand, a finger drifting into her line of vision, pushing her cheek back to the ground.

"Tired?" he chuckled.

She made a sound of defiance, lifting her head to glare at him, her bound hands flopping uselessly at the base of her spine.

He smiled idly as he rolled his sleeves up his arms. She shivered, knowing what this simple act entailed. He picked up an elastic band from the table and approached her.

"Let me help you with that..."

He grabbed her long chestnut hair and secured it into a messy ponytail. She shook her head in resistence, drumming her feet angrily into the floorboards. He sighed heavily and tugged.

"What did I say about loud, unpleasant noises?" his voice soft and clear as she yelped.

She remained glaring.

"What?" he lifted her by her hair until her head was almost level with her hips. She gasped.

"No... loud noise." tears stung her eyes as her muscles strained to absorb the change in posture.

He released her. She allowed her cheek to fall back onto the carpet, panting lightly. Suddenly, he was behind her again, his rough hands kneading the artwork on her rear. Perfectly lined welts, one after another, partially hidden by the wisp of black satin that was her panties. She groaned, her eyes screwed up shut as she arched her back. Shaking her head to clear the haze of pain.

"Say it."

His words pierced through her confusion. Her eyes flew open, wild and glaring.

"No."

His grip tightened. His face remained impassive as the muscles of his forearms strained against the material of his crisp shirt. He forced her cheeks apart, the black satin slipping into the deep cleft between them. Her cries shook the still air around them.

"No!" she hissed. Her body lurched forward. "I am not afraid of you."

And as quickly as it started, his hands were off her. Her breath came out in gasps as she lay exhausted on the carpet.

He stood and watched as she writhed slightly within her bonds. Her flesh had blushed pink where he'd pinched her. He slipped his crisp white shirt off and lay it carefully on the back of a chair. He strode towards her, kicking her discarded black bra to one side. In one hand he held the tie he had around his neck just hours ago.

She felt the familiar prickle of her hair straining against her scalp, then a wisp of silky fabric between her lips. She felt her lips being pulled against her skull and groaned in a sudden panic.

She watched him empty a duffel bag some distance away. He selected an item. His footsteps on the hardwood floor drummed fear into her heart.

Staring down at her, he felt the piece of satin particularly ridiculous. He bent and ripped it at the seams, barely registering her urgent squeals. He stared at the heavily welted rear presented to him, a canvas on which to work his magic. Perfect.

"Are you really... not afraid?" he mused. Her blood ran cold as he stroked her naked bottom with a thick leather strap.

"Cause." he raised it casually over his shoulder.

"I think you should be."