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Tuesday, June 30, 2009

The Dream

I had that dream again...
I was in a hotel lounge. Sitting alone at a table in the back of the room. I had a clear view of the dance floor, and the bar with a huge mirror across the wall above it. I couldn't see the entrance door directly , but it was reflected in the mirror. There was music in the background,an old Duran Duran tune. I felt so alone, and I just wanted to leave, but before I got up, I saw you walk in. You went straight to the bar and sat down. You didn't see me. I walked up behind you, and slid my hands around your waist. I kissed the side of your neck, worked my way up to your ear, and nibbled on your ear lobe. You told the bartender to take the night off, and pulled me around to face you. You undid the belt of my jacket, and it fell to the floor. I was only wearing my boots and a pair of panties under it. You pulled me so close, I could feel your heart beating. You held me so tight, pressing me into you.You kissed me, teasing at first. Nipping at my lips never giving me full contact. I threaded my fingers through your hair, forcing your lips to mine. I could feel your hands on my hips, my ass, digging into my skin. I wanted your tongue in my mouth, but you kept teasing. I trailed my hands down your chest, looking for the buttons on your shirt, and finally I just pulled it apart. I could hear the buttons as they popped and fell to the floor. I had to have my hands on your skin. To feel the warmth,to feel how fast your heart was beating.I pushed the shirt off your shoulders, down your arms, and let it drop to the floor. I ran my hands all over your chest, your back. I brushed my thumbs across your nipples. They were so hard.I moved my hands down your ribcage, and I slipped the tips of my fingers under the waist band of your pants. I needed to feel you. I pulled your body into me, my breasts naked against your chest, your erection pressing so hard into me, the demin of your jeans rubbing against my clit so rough i almost came right then. I grabbed the back of your head, and pressed my lips into yours, kissing you deep. I felt you unbuttoning your pants, your knuckles brushed my clit, and I almost lost control. You pushed me back against the bar, and slid my panties down my hips. You were kneeling at my feet, pants open, and you were so fucking hard. I could feel your heat through my boot. You gripped my ass, and pulled my pussy into your face. You picked up my knee, and put it over your shoulder, opening me up to your tongue. You kissed the insides of my thighs, biting gently. You licked inside me, and my knees buckled. You stood up, and turned me around, sitting me on the edge of a table. I wrapped my legs around your waist, trying to make you slide into me, but you wouldn't let me. You put your lips on my nipple, sucking me into your mouth, I arched my back, holding your head to me. I was begging you to fuck me, and you just moved to the other nipple. I grabbed your ass, and made you thrust deep inside me. I wanted to hold you there, but you slid back out, moving in a rhythm that drove me crazy. You leaned over me, kissing my neck, my breasts, whispering in my ear the things you wanted to do to me. You put my legs up over your shoulder, pushing deeper into me. You held my breasts in your hand, squeezing my nipples in your fingers. You pushed my legs down,and I wrapped them around your waist. You pulled me up to you, kissed me so hard. You whispered into my ear that you wanted to come inside me, and I moaned your name as I came...
And then I was suddenly awake again.Sitting alone at a table in the back of the hotel lounge watching for
you in the mirror....

6/30/09 4:32 am

Sunday, June 7, 2009


( so much)
( so hot)
(so wet)
(so hard)
( so bad)
( so soft)
( so slow)
( so deep)
( so long)
( so good)
( your name)

Sunday, May 31, 2009

When I Think of You

You make me
So Give me what I need;
now you're getting even warmer
do it with your tongue
  Bite me
tease me
 lick me
    use me
You can even scar and bruise me
    Just please...

Friday, May 29, 2009

Oral Fixation

     He wrapped her red booted legs around his waist. The straps of her ankle restraints caught and held, and he closed the mechanism, locking himself tight inside the circle of her naked thighs. Her white skin gleamed in the shafts of moonlight pouring through the open window. Sounds of the suburban night flowed weightlessly on the breeze, not yet loud enough to cover the heavy breathing that echoed in the near empty room.
     Touching her excited him, aroused him in ways he'd never imagined. So often he thought about this moment; he and her, tangled in passion and need. He wanted every drop of her passion, every taste, every swallow only his. He wanted his tongue pushing against her soft wetness, thrusting and sliding,until it was his wetness that was left. Her hair ribboned across the pillow, raven black in the moonlight , and he missed the streaks of blue and purple that glowed in the afternoon sun. His calloused hands traced across her outer thighs, and he marveled at the silky smoothness. His heart raced in his chest, a physical pounding he was sure could be heard for miles. Slowly his fingers drew circles over her hips, his thumbs brushing against her hipbones.
     The patent leather of her boots grew slick against his skin, and he could feel trickles of sweat racing along his spine. He didn't know how much longer he could draw out the pleasure before he had to taste her. She was shaved bare and wide open, and he could smell the musky scent of her. He could imagine those lips would be pink in the proper light, but now were shadowed and glistening with the moisture that he knew was pooling there. His fingers danced across her skin so lightly, and suddenly there they were, touching that secret place he had wanted for so long.
      Her green watercolor eyes were shadowed by her long lashes , but he could see the passion there, feel the heat between them. She would let him do anything he wanted, anything at all. So he dipped his head down and kissed those soft, dusky lips, stroking them with his tongue.He heard her moan low in her throat as she bucked against his mouth. He felt her fingers digging into his shoulders. She gripped him hard with her legs, squeezing his ribs until he could hardly breathe. He sucked her clit into his mouth, tongue lashing furiously against the sensitive nub. He rubbed his face into her , feeling her wetness on his cheeks. He pulled at her clit with his teeth gently, feeling her tense, listening to her moans. She slid over the edge , fingernails raking his skin, screaming his name as she came, and screaming again as his teeth sank through her skin. He yanked his head backward ,her clit still held tight in his teeth. As he devoured her flesh and lapped at her blood, he marveled at this fantasy come true. Every drop was his... every taste... every swallow.