Ms. Horny & Mr. Interesting - Final Chapter

It was the end of the week and Ms. Horny had just secured a very significant contract. She was very much looking forward to meeting her friends in the Upper Echelon as they usually did on Friday nights. A quick trip home, a shower and now here she stood squeaky clean, smelling like a summer breeze. She was dressed in a tight colorful top with a flowing collar and showing ample cleavage, along with a black skirt that parked itself about six inches above her thigh. The same style skirt she wore to work nearly everyday. Once she found something that worked for her, whether it was clothes or people, she stuck to it. She knew what she wanted and was a pro at getting exactly that and no less. Beneath her skirt she carefully slid her long legs into nude thigh highs and topped them with a white lace thong. Her gorgeous legs were made considerably more shapely and long when she slid her elegantly pedicured toes into a pair of 5” FMPs that screamed, "Take Me Now!"

She pulled into the driveway at her boss' home where everyone had talked about meeting earlier. It seemed that some people hadn't arrived yet so the party was beginning in the basement game room. She had been at the house many times at parties and family events for her boss and knew her way around and felt comfortable making herself at home. After walking around and greeting the other coworkers with the normal pleasantries she take a minute to make herself a quick drink while waiting for the last person to arrive.

Within minutes they were all headed out the door to go to their usual spot, a dance club just outside of town. It was typical of them to carpool so that as many people as possible could drink with just one or two designated drivers to take over when it was time to go home. Tonight, Ms. Horny wasn't feeling much into joining them so she decided to drive her favorite black on black Trans Am.

It was a beautiful machine that had so much power, it could only mildly rivaled by the sexy owner. It was as if the car was made for her. If you thought she was sexy on a normal day to day basis, you must have never seen her slide those long, gorgeous legs out from under the steering wheel one at a time while turning to get out of the car. Sometimes I believe she gave all the floor technicians a quick glimpse of her slick panties on purpose before bringing her knees together, an evilly delicious smile spread wide across her face. It was common knowledge to anyone that truly knew her that driving the car turned her on to a point where she couldn't get out of it dry if she'd wanted to. Tonight was no different.

Pulling into the front of the club she was already feeling her namesake running through her body, a warming feeling in her thighs was building with throbbing anticipation of the evening. Getting out of the car very slowly she spread her legs open to step out of the car then running her fingers from the door down the curves of the fender before stepping away. Walking towards the building, swishing her hips, every man in line stared at her regardless of who they had with them. Occasionally one would get a swat from their date as their jaw dropped. While she never made eye contact with anyone, you can be sure she was completely aware of the reaction. She couldn’t help but smirk as she walked right into the club without bothering to stand in line.

Once inside Ms. Horny she sat down with the rest of the group, being handed a margarita by the all knowing bartender a few moments later. After finishing off the margarita she decided it was time to dance. The conversation was boring and nothing she hadn't heard before - government contracts, ROI, the next RFQ, cost analysis -- that was the bad part of going out with those you work with -- you really never got away from work.

On the dance floor she was a goddess, Aphrodite would have been jealous. She looked so hot in her tight black skirt, swaying and bumping her body to the beat. Shimmying to the floor her skirt slid up her thighs so you could see the thin white cloth covering her mound. Every guy in at the bar stared, wishing they could get her away, even for a minute. She loved the power she had over men. She liked to flaunt it everywhere she went. On her way up from the floor she made sure she opened her knees to allow all the men to see her temple. She arched her back to stick her ass and chest out. Smiling maliciously as she slowly rose from the floor. Every guy was hard. And she could take her pick and they would beg for her.

She walked off the floor and to the bar to order her next margarita. Standing at the bar was a tall man who seemed to be having a hard time getting the bartender's attention. She waited patiently, but teased the men who'd been watching her dance by leaning over just a little to far. Waiting, she started to look over the tall man, sizing him up. He was about 6’1", dark hair, toned but not huge, with arms that she loved -- you know, the kind that you could sleep all night in before getting kicked out in the morning.

"Who do I have to flash to get a drink around here?” he shouted over the crowd.

Her ears perked up, the voice was so familiar, but where did she know it from? It was so hard to hear it clearly over the music. He was boyishly cute, certainly cute enough to take home tonight -- besides, he had a pretty good sense of humor it seemed.

“I’ll bite,” she thought to herself. Then, out loud, “Tell you what, you show yours, I’ll show mine, we’ll see who gets served first.”

Slowly, he turned. Oh my, what is HE doing here? she quickly composed herself.

“Good evening Mr. Interesting,” she swallowed and regained her usual composure, “Enjoying yourself this evening?”

“Yes I am, Ms. Horny. It's been a while since I had a night off and while work seems to be much more, um, fun, recently I haven't had the opportunity to go out since I can’t remember. So, having a night off I thought I'd head to the club and watch some young, stupid, twenty-something shake her ass. And, since I have the night off, I'm John off the clock, not Mr. Interesting.

“I’m Natasha, but in front of everyone over there I’m still Ms. Horny,” You said pointing at your table to all the other bosses. “So you like twenty-somethings?”

“Not at all, actually quite the opposite, but I don’t mind laughing at their expense. Of all people you should know exactly what I’m talking about, you don’t put up with crap from anyone."

"Bartender,” he called out, much more assertive than Ms. Horny was used to coming from him, enough to increase her pulse if only a bit. Typically he was the yes ma’am, no sir type. Strong but submissive, apathetic, indifferent about everything…at least until she broke him down a few weeks ago.

She noticed a slight change in his demeanor but it was minimal. Maybe a curious eyebrow raised when she flashed him one of her evil, knowing grins. The kind of grin that said, ‘I’m going to fuck you, but you have to wait for it.’ This was more of a change. But then, she never knew he went out, much less has she seen him.

"Bartender, I’ve been here for a while now and while I know it's good business for you to stand there and talk with the patrons, how about you start multitasking or go get me your boss. I would like to have a margarita for the lady and I’ll take a Corona, leave the cap on!” The bartender scowled but did as he was asked.

You felt yourself get warm inside. You were confused at first. You have a boss who is more powerful than you, he never turned you on, in fact there are men with power below you and they do nothing for you. What is it about this guy? Whatever it is, this is twice in one week he has turned you on to the point where you questioned your nature. As he handed you your drink you told him to follow you back to your table, and he followed obediently, “Yes, Ms. Horny.”

“Good boy, he remembered,” you thought.

Swishing your hips as you walked in front of him, trying to gain your power back you slide your ass slowly into the booth. The same way you always get into and out of your car seat, opening those beautiful legs just a peak. He took a seat across from you, peaking your interest again as you planned on having him beg before the night was through.

“Look what I found.” you said.

“Well, Mr. Interesting, how are you this evening,” one of the bosses said.

“I’m well, sir. Please call me John,” he said reaching across the table to shake everyone's hands.

“And you?”

They introduced themselves by their first names. You were impressed. You knew he could hold his own professionally but few could keep themselves composed and be treated as an equal by all the staunch executives.

The usual fun loving conversation took place. Everyone laughed at each other’s jokes and the more you realized that ‘John’ was comfortable, the more and more impressed you grew…not to mention wetter. You decided your last chance was on the dance floor again. Just about everyone got up. No one danced with anyone in particular, you all traded off switching partners, dancing alone, in a group it didn’t matter you were all having fun, but you made sure that every chance you got to glance over in his direction and if he happened to glance back you would always do something extra sexy, it didn’t matter what. You needed to gain back control over the situation .

You never felt this helpless before and it was starting to scare you, terrified…but in a way that captivated you. Hell, you wanted him to fuck you right there, and not for the fact that you could demand it. Simply because he had gotten you to this point. And he was such a good fuck! Burying his face in your dress the first night on his desk. Rimming you to orgasm while your bosses nephew was deep inside you. God you couldn’t get him out of your mind.

“What is wrong with me,” you thought. Every time you’d grind your sexy ass, you were hoping he’d be staring at you only to realize he was having just as much fun with everyone there. Every other guy in the bar was still staring at you, but it didn’t matter, you didn’t want them. You were interested in Mr. Interesting.

As it grew later everyone started to leave, in cabs and with their DD’s. Mr. Interesting stayed behind. You decided you could still get him your way.

“So I think I want you to take me to my car, John.”

“I don’t think you are in any condition to drive sweetheart.”

Sweetheart? That was new. No one had dared to call you sweetheart since high school. Women in suites aren't called sweetheart.

“How are you with a stick?”

“I can hold my own,” he responded with the same evil smile you had given him for weeks now, “although I’d prefer something else….”

“Well then, let’s go see how aunry you can be.” And you were both on your way out the door.

You took him to your car, and you started walking to the driver side door when he stopped you, “I was serious about not letting drive sweetheart.” You laughed him off and continued. Until he said he was going to go home alone.

After the whole night you weren’t about to let him leave on these terms. He was breaking you down, but you refused to give in just yet. You handed him the keys and told him that you were going to his place. It was weird sitting in your passenger seat, but that beautiful car screamed through your thighs. You leaned over and whispered in Mr. Interesting’s ear, “I want you to fuck me tonight. All night," being your usual bold self.

When he pulled into his garage, she got out and met him at the front of the car. Taking his hand she put it in on her breast and pressed her body against his.

“Give me what I want” you told him seductively.

Another man may have crumbled under that pressure and she was proud of this, but tonight was different. Mr. Interesting ran his hands across her face gently, his eyes softened. She didn’t realize right then what was happening. She was expecting him to pull her head back a bit with his hands in her hair, but he just held her. Then he leaned in and started kissing her. At first she pulled back, but his hand kept her in place until she relaxed. Then the impossible, she kissed him back. Ms. Horny never kisses, it's against all her rules. He had remembered from the first night on his desk. “Just sex,” she had said.

Not tonight, tonight she was going to have exactly what she asked for….give me what I want she had asked. She hasn’t been appreciated on this level in years, and appreciated was exactly what she was going to get.

The kiss was long, lingering. His tongue slid gently over her lips as he sucked them into his mouth top, then bottom. It made her melt the way he held her. He was soft and caressing. A feeling of comfort flooded her, she suddenly felt as if she had arrived home, even though she was at his place. He withdrew from kissing her slowly, so slow she is reluctant to let go.

Ms. Horny melted, he could see it in her eyes. Her usual lustful, calculating demeanor was gone, softened into something more beautiful. Her gorgeous cobalt eyes burned through him searching for his intentions. She knew he didn’t want to fuck her this evening, but was he prepared for tomorrow morning? She had given herself to him, the one act that she never allowed, she gave into him and she loved it. She wasn’t aware what it was like to have these feelings with anyone. Ms. Horny was very confused. Was she prepared for tomorrow morning?

He kissed her again just as slowly and as he did so she felt her feet lifting off the ground. She was being picked up, literally. Mr. Interesting was holding her tightly against him, one hand on her thigh and the other across her shoulder. She was folded neatly in his arms. She felt her arms move instinctively around the back of his neck. He never missed a beat, kissing her luscious lips and carrying her inside his home, to his bedroom sitting down with her still in his arms. She held to him tightly, not allowing his face to leave hers, his kisses still warm and soft in the quiet house. But she wanted, no, needed, more.

She undid the top buttons of his shirt slowly while he kept his arms around her body. He laid her on the bed and slowly started to kiss her neck as he ran his hands along her arms until his fingers were intertwined with hers. He was holding her hands down, but it felt sensual, not controlling. His fingers were massaging the sensitive spots between her fingers lightly, as if he wasn't touching her at all. Just enough to send bolts of passion to her spine.

Kicking off his shoes he climbed on top of her, not pressing his weight down but hovering above her, close enough to her that his body radiated heat onto her. She was dying at this point, she didn’t care how or why, she just desperately wanted him. He kissed her lips one more time, then continued kissing her chin, her jawbone, her neck, collarbone, then tracing the outline of her collarbone with his tongue down to her breast. Pulling on her shirt just a bit to expose her breast, he took a nipple into his mouth and massaged the other with his hand. As he alternated breasts, soft moans could be heard coming out of her mouth. If he didn’t know better, he’d have thought she was purring.

With one smooth motion her arms were extended over her head and her shirt floated to the floor. He moved his outstretched arm down gently to catch her hand in his and softly placed it on the pillow. Fingertips grazing her arm, down towards her body, he slowly moved his lips down to her belly. Quickly and playfully he licked her belly button just to hear a giggle before he sat up and placed himself between her long, beautiful legs.

He took her ankles and placed them over his shoulders. Turning his head he started to kiss the edges of her feet while undoing your FMP’s with his hands. Her shoes hit the floor next and his hands began to massage her adorable feet. Still purring she started pulling at him to come closer to her. She wanted to feel him on top of her, inside her, everywhere. He ran his tongue slowly up the inside of her leg, starting at her ankle, passing her calf to the inside of her knee. Continuing up to her thigh, then slipping his head underneath her skirt he continued upwards until she felt his warm, thick tongue lap slowly at the material of your tiny white thong.

She exhaled suddenly, relieved, but then he stopped, He sat back up and slowly took off her skirt, running his hands down her body. Once her skirt was tossed away he crawled up her body, grabbing her panties with his teeth and just as slowly sliding them off. Coming back up to her, he placed her ankles over his shoulders again, and slowly lapped at her soaking wet slit. The teasing and anticipation had her coming in seconds. She can tell he's loving every moment of what he's doing to her as he alternates whipping his tongue in and out of her, lashing at her clit. Ummm, she can hear him moan. Her juices tasting wonderful on his palette. Every time she cums he feels her dig her heels into his back.

He holds her legs open with his arms wrapped around her thighs, opening her wider and wider so that he can get his tongue inside her, deeper and deeper. Before she can control it, she is screaming and arching her back with him pinning her down while he makes her ride out her climax, squirting into his mouth. He takes big gulps of her trying to catch it all, but it is so intense he barely keep up. His hand moves to her belly to keep her pinned down as her hips are bucking against his face. Her taste is sweet and acidic at the same time, her screams are wonderful to him. No longer is her body purring for this man, she is in the middle of the hardest orgasm she's ever had and the proof is right there on Mr. Interesting’s chin, dripping down his throat to his bare chest. His chest, she realizes, she hasn't seen yet.

She pulls him up to her and slowly undoes the rest of his shirt buttons leading downwards. He hovers above her supporting himself with his hand just outside her shoulders. Her hands do not stop with his shirt, she unbuttons the last one and slides her hands to the front of his pants where she can feel his hardness. She pulls him closer to kiss him again. As she expertly undoes his belt and pants with just one hand his thick cock springs out. She grasps his dick in one hand and begins stroking it up and down, slowly savoring his hard on. He kicks his pants around his ankles and then to the floor. Sitting above her she finally gets to see him in all his glory and he in yours. She is beautiful, sexy as she knew but also beautiful. She could see it in the way he was looking into her yes, burning into his. He didn't want her for the sake of just wanting her, he didn't simply crave her body, he was looking at her.

She pulled him to her, guiding him to her opening, dripping wet from the lube he couldn't swallow. Pressing his head against her she whispered in his ear, “Make love to me, John, please."

He kissed her in affirmation and gently eased himself inside her as deep as he could. Her legs found themselves locked around his back at his hips. His pelvis tight against hers never moved away from her body. He rolled his hips in rhythm with hers, rubbing his head along her cervix being sure not to pull out. Every time she rolled her hips with his the intensity grew until waves of ecstasy racked through her body, screaming as she came all over his cock, bucking her hips hips against his body, meeting every thrust with his until she were cumming so hard she felt like she couldn’t breathe.

Leaning forward he sucked her bottom lip. Opening her eyes she locked into his gaze. All she could do was wonder what he was thinking, and she knew he was thinking the same for her. But she wouldn't dare tell him she was falling for him. Her body released from its lock and her breathing came back in heavy waves and moans, purring again. He could feel her pussy squeeze and release, squeeze and release over and over knowing he could feel her spraying down his dick with her juices while it was deep inside her. Drawing out his climax she looked into his eyes and said, "Baby."

He fell right there and admitted doing so. She continued, “Will you please finish inside me? I want to feel my man leave his hot thick cum inside me while he makes love to me.”

It was enough to drive any man insane and within seconds she felt him shooting his load deep inside her, coating her cervix, squirting the inside of her walls, dripping his creamy cum from her pussy.

“Stay with me tonight sweetheart,” he said softly.

She didn’t let that he called her sweetheart again slip her mind. She kissed him in a way that could not be mistaken for anything but ‘I love you.’ They both rolled over so that she was on top of him, and she fell asleep in his arms leaving his cock to melt inside her. His arms wrapped protectively around her all night long, never letting go. Her ear on his chest, his heartbeat helped her sleep a sound, peaceful sleep. She didn't wake up until morning.

In the morning she awoke to him watching her sleeping peacefully in his arms, him thinking her to be more beautiful than she was the night before. He kissed her, and held her. Neither of them daring to move except the occasional grind of the hips. They had both fallen, words were inconsequential. They both knew it and neither had intentions of ever letting the other go.

(Written by Him, Rewritten by Her with His Permission.)

Mr. Interesting Gets a Trainee…

Damn, 11:57 p.m. on December 31st and this was not where Mr. Interesting had intended to be. The moxy poxy neutralizing gun was completed last week and he had hoped to spend his New Year’s Eve celebrating at the local strip club where he could spend his dollar bills, pay an inordinate amount for a watered down drink and watch used women swinging around poles for a few measly bucks. I mean, who would want to give that up for work? Certainly not Mr. Interesting.

Too bad for him one of the corporate executive’s nephews was here on winter break from college for a few weeks and needed a job. So, at three minutes until midnight on New Year’s eve he was sitting in the laboratory giving mundane instructions to a still wet behind the ears rich man’s nephew and feeling sorry for himself. That was until she arrived.

Ms. Horny. He could hear her fuck me now pumps slapping across the linoleum tiled floors outside his laboratory. He didn’t know whether to hate this woman or take her ample ass home with him. Ever since that one evening in his office she had a sneaky smile to send his way that would quickly turn into pursed lips and a wicked scowl if anyone else happened to be in the vicinity. Suddenly both of the swinging doors flew opened and there she was.

Starting at the bottom and working his way up, he took in the 5” stiletto heel on her jet black patent leather shoes that were so shiny given the right conditions you could see the reflection of her white panties, then it was her long, thin legs that made their way up to a pencil straight, black skirt that started about six inches from the top of her knees. Every curve could be seen through the stretchy knit material and if he hadn’t seen the white reflection in her shoes, he would have thought her panties had been forgotten in her hurry to dress this morning. She topped off her black skirt with a blouse of multiple blues that should have had another button or two taken care of, but then again if she had he would have missed seeing the pink of her nipple that was so discretely peeking out from her lace bra.

Speaking to him in a manner she may have used with children, he was startled from his examination of her when he heard, “Mr. Interesting! Can I have your attention at my eyes this morning, sir?”

“Urmph, um, yes, Ms. Horny. No problem, ma’am. You have my attention.” He barely stammered out, conscious of his growing problem that would be extremely apparent, um, now.

“Well, I see I do have your attention, Mr. Interesting” she drawled out in her deep, sultry voice. “I just stopped in to see how our young Mr. Cox is doing. His uncle asked me to make sure he was being useful to us during his school break and that his uncle was getting his money’s worth.”
“He’s doing fine, Ms. Horny. Fine indeed.” Mr. Interesting was responding when he noticed that Ms. Horny had turned around and was locking the lab doors.

“Well, I think I should be the judge of that, Mr. Interesting. Where is he?”

“He’s just around the corner cleaning out some of the magnetic pulley arms and preparing them for tomorrow’s testing.”

“Fine, fine…how are you at watching, Mr. Interesting?” Ms. Horny asked peering down her nose over her reading glasses.

“I suppose I could watch, but I would….errrrr…much rather participate.” What did she have in mind this time? The last time really blew his mind and his wad…he was hard enough to push his dick through his pants at the mere thought of their first encounter.

“Well, I’ve always had a thing for young men and this one has definitely caught my attention, and since you already know I enjoy your attention I thought perhaps I could try you both this morning.”

Mr. Interesting had to think about this one. He’d only seen this type of thing on late night porn movies on cable, but never had he been witness to it – less actually participated. He had to admit though; the thought of spending a little more time with Ms. Horny was appealing to him, and other parts of him. And apparently Ms. Horny had already posed the pussy to Mr. Cox as he came out from his thoughts and heard their conversation…

“Mr. Cox, I can assure you that your uncle won’t find out and Mr. Interesting won’t mind. I; however, will mind if you don’t do exactly as I say – and that means that I tell your uncle about the unsatisfactory work you’re doing here. So, how about you take care of me and I’ll take care of you?” Ms. Horny could be so persuasive.

With that Ms. Horny unbuttoned a few more buttons of her blouse, her red hot fingernails scraping against the buttons until she stood before Mr. Cox in only her skin tight skirt. Mr. Cox was a young man, about 19 years old, slender, about 5’ 11” with dark features. Ms. Horny reached over to Mr. Cox and grabbed the top of his khaki pants and with one hand unbuttoned the top button and was reaching for the zipper. As she did so Mr. Cox could feel his cock grow as she neared his boxers. Ms. Horny reached into his pants and began stroking him softly with her nails.

“Don’t be frightened, Mr. Cox, I won’t bite, at least not hard” she said. With that Ms. Horny pulled the throbbing cock out of his pants and began stroking him harder, wetting her hands with her mouth and stroking until he thought he was going to explode. Ms. Horny stopped telling him, “not yet, dear. Just a little bit longer. I need to take care of Mr. Interesting too – I want both of you to satisfy me this morning.”

Mr. Interesting had been watching, with interest, unconsciously stroking himself in rhythm with Ms. Horny’s movements and he was hard and ready for anything she asked him. She looked over to him and said, “Are you ready cowboy? I want to take care of you while I get this young man to fuck me.” With that Mr. Interesting removed his shoes, moved in front of Ms. Horny, dropped his trousers to his ankles then slid them off with his feet. Standing before her in his shirt and socks she took his hard dick into her mouth and began sucking him while she motioned for Mr. Cox to enter her from behind.

Pulling her attention away from Mr. Interesting, she guided Mr. Cox cock into her moist, warm pussy. “Ah, Mr. Cox, you’ve done this before, haven’t you?” Mr. Cox grunted in what we could assume was a yes. You could see his concentration was on not exploding inside Ms. Horny, but he was having a very difficult time and had to stop moving in and out of her to maintain his load. He was afraid of Ms. Horny and that may have been the only thing keeping him in check.

Ms. Horny returned her attention to the patient Mr. Interesting, sliding her tongue around the rim of his head and then licking from base to head on his shaft with her wide tongue. Finally, she took his entire dick in her mouth, swallowing him down into her throat and sucking him in and out while Mr. Cox stroked his cock in and out of her warm hole. Mr. Interesting found himself leaning down on Ms. Horny’s back placing his hands on her spine, then following from her spine to her ass. Rubbing between her ample cheeks he apparently hit a very sensitive spot because Ms. Horny began moaning uncontrollably, nearly spitting his cock from her mouth.

Well, this was different – he was used to Ms. Horny being completely in control, and perhaps now he was in control. He ran his fingers around her rim and again, she let out a sound just short of a scream. He stood erect, and pulled away from Ms. Horny.

Directing Mr. Cox to lie on his back on the lab table and then suggesting to Ms. Horny that she get on top of Mr. Cox, Ms. Horny appeared a bit puzzled at Mr. Interesting’s new demeanor.

“Trust me, Ms. Horny. We want your report to be as glowing as it possibly can be and I think I have just the demonstration to guarantee these results.”

Before Mr. Cox returned his throbbing cock to Ms. Horny’s wet pussy, Mr. Interesting fingered her deeply, moving the moisture from inside her pink walls to the rosebud of her ass. Fingering her ass he could tell she was about to explode, and Mr. Cox was having a very hard time keeping pace as well. Mr. Interesting straddled behind Ms. Horny and slide his wide, hard cock into her ass. As she moved she alternately pushed away from Mr. Cox was pushing Mr. Interesting deeper into her, then pushing Mr. Cox deeper as she was pulling away from Mr. Interesting.

Ms. Horny was moaning with an intensity that made Mr. Interesting very pleased that the rest of the building staff had left for the holidays. Just as Mr. Cox was moaning that he could take no more, Ms. Horny dug her fingernails into his skin and cried out, “I’m cumming oh, I’m cumming,

Mr. Interesting, please don’t stop, don’t stop…” With that Mr. Cox let out, “oh, my God, oh, my God...” and Mr. Interesting nearly dropped to his knees as he grabbed her bottom , cumming in Ms. Horny’s tight ass.

Taking a few moments to compose herself before saying, “Mr. Cox, you need to get cleaned up and let me speak to Mr. Interesting for a few moments alone,” climbing off of him. Mr. Cox, obedient young man that he is, found the strength to pull his pants back up, unlock the lab doors and head down the hallway.

“Mr. Interesting, I know we weren’t in New York, but I could have sworn I felt a ball drop…” as she pulled her skirt down, buttoned her blouse and headed for the door. Turning before the door closed she lightly breathed out, “And I will be back for you again.”

Mr. Interesting smiled, put his pants and shoes back on then whispered. “I bet you will, Ms. Horny. I bet you will.”

Mr. Interesting

It was 4:30 p.m. and Mr. Interesting was at his desk working out a few last minute details on the plans for the moxy poxy neutralizing gun when who should enter his laboratory chamber doors but Ms. Lilly Horny, the middle-aged floozy from management. In stark contrast to Mr. Interesting’s faded blue jeans, blue collared shirt and white lab coat Ms. Horny boasted about in 5” platform heels attached to clear fluorescent pink tops, a blousy ruffle (I mean ruffly blouse) cut all the way down past what any woman would consider decent in a fuscia pink to match her shoes and a tight, straight as a pencil skirt that barely covered her round and ample ass.

Generally when Ms. Horny was around it was to formalize new procedures or give Mr. Interesting a head’s up about upcoming project bids or, if she was feeling ultra-generous, she’d even clue him in on any management changes. Today; however, she didn’t look like she wanted to talk business at all – today, she looked like she was the one looking for information.

“Mr. Interesting, how are you this fine and sunshiny day?” she asked.

“Well, Ms. Horny, the plans for the moxy poxy neutralizing gun are nearly completed if you’d like to take that up the food chain” he responded.

“Hmmm….I’m sure they would be interested in that, Mr. Interesting, but I was more inclined to ask about you.”

“Me?”

“Why yes, you. I’ve noticed that you’ve been spending a lot of time here at the office and was wondering what your wife thought about it.”

“My wife, I don’t have a wife Ms. Horny.”

“Oh, is that so now, Mr. Interesting. Well, in that case things can get a whole lotta interesting in here.”

Ms. Horny turned on the radio and began swaying her hips as she made her way behind Mr. Interesting’s desk. Wiggling in between the sitting Mr. Interesting and his work, she placed her ample ass on his plans, with one leg placed on each side of his chair so that he could see right up her skirt!

“Oh, my, Ms. Horny – do you really think you should be sitting here, like that?” exclaimed Mr. Interesting.

“Well…um….(sucking her fingers one by one slowly looking for the answer)…why, yes, Mr. Interesting” she answered between licks.

Taking a quick peak between her legs, he noticed she was wearing a tiny, soft white thong with the smallest piece of material holding them together he’d ever seen. And if that wasn’t enough, she slowly leaned forward bending in such a manner that he could very plainly see the barely there bra beneath her low cut blouse.

Now, an ordinary man would not hesitate when such an invitation at debauchery was quite clearly staring him in the face, Mr. Interesting, interestingly enough, was not. Not interested, that is. As a matter of fact, Mr. Interesting was, in fact, apathetic…clearly showing no interest, no concern, no care in just about everything in his life, whether mundane or exciting. This was what clearly enticed Ms. Horny – what a catch he could be, this man who showed no interest named Interesting.

Ms. Horny had been coy with her clues for months now. As a matter of fact, she had her way with just about the entire male staff at the organization…and a few of the women too. But, for some reason the only one she really wanted to give her the time of day was Mr. Interesting…like a diabetic who can’t have that piece of chocolate, that’s how she wanted Mr. Interesting.

Mr. Interesting was about 6’ 1” 200 lbs and you could see his military days in his short, close to the scalp cropped hair. His clothes always smelled of fabric softener and Old Spice, a combination that reminded her of when she was much younger. He remained extremely focused on whatever work task was at hand and Ms. Horny just didn’t seem to be able to subtly turn his attention to her, so it looked like unsubtle would be where that leaves us now.

“Mr. Interesting, how about you put a hand on my tit and we talk about the first thing that pops up?” she said with a wicked smile.

“Um, I don’t think that would be appropriate, Ms. Horny” he quietly replied.

“What do I need to do, order you to touch me?” she asked.

“No, I don’t think that’s necessary.”

“Okay, let’s see – I’ve fucked every man in this building. I didn’t have any trouble doing it, so how about you take care of me now!”

With that Mr. Interesting became, how should we say…interested. For months he’d seen Ms. Horny wiggle around the office in her power suits that left little to the imagination, high heels with black fishnet stockings, see through blouses peaking from beneath her jackets…but today she’d left her jacket behind. Her tits were jiggling with every bounce in her step. He’d been spending the last several weeks hiding his hard ons from her and the other staff at their weekly meetings…no way did he know she was interested in him. He’d seen her with dozens of other guys at the office…but today must be his lucky day.

Taking her legs he slid them over his shoulders and buried his face in her pussy. Sweet, wet and warm he licked slowly up and down, he nipped at her clit with his teeth – her breathing was deeper and when he knew she was about to cum she pushed him away.

“No, not yet – I’ve waited for you for so long, I don’t want to cum so quickly.”

She pulled her legs off his shoulders and rolled his chair back; sliding off his desk she pulled at Mr. Interesting’s zipper and exposed his hard cock. Staring into Mr. Interesting’s eyes she squatted down in front of him and began licking his shaft, base to head, head to base over and over until he thought he’d have to jamb his cock in her mouth to get her to take it all – just when he thought that was his only option she put her mouth on him and sucked his entire cock down her throat. The head of his cock was rubbing from the roof of her mouth to the back of her throat – she was deep throating him like he’d only felt a few times in his life before. Most women were a bit afraid of trying this on his thick cock – but obviously not Ms. Horny. She was sucking and pulling, licking and stroking with perfect timing between her warm, wet mouth and her slippery hands.

“Oh, Ms. Horny – you’re a professional at this” he said breathlessly.

Ms. Horny never broke a stroke and just continued sucking and pulling on his cock until he exploded into her mouth. She swallowed, his dick still in her throat – once, twice, then licked his head until every inch of his cock was cleaned.

Not wanting Ms. Horny to feel unsatisfied, he pulled her off the floor. Pulling her up he put his hands on her ass and leaned into kiss her, she turned her head.

“Mmmm, no kissing on the lips – just sex” she said.

Whatever she wanted. With that he pulled her in towards him and put his mouth on her neck, then her shoulders, slowly moving down to her glorious tits. Finally pulling her blouse and bra back he took a nipple into his mouth and suckled, lightly biting and sucking on each one until they were both hard and at attention. His cock was recovering and as she began moving her hands down towards his pants he was already halfway toward hard and ready for round two.

She moved her hands expertly up and down his cock until he was hard and ready. Bending over his desk she pulled her skirt over her ass and said, “fuck me, Mr. Interesting, fuck me hard.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Well, he didn’t need to be told twice. He slid his hard cock into her soft, sweet cunt and pumped hard, but as hard as he slammed into her ass, she was pushing back with equal force. The slapping was causing his lights to turn on and off, on and off, damn “The Clapper” he thought as he closed his eyes to the flashing. Ms. Horny’s moans were getting louder and quicker, “I’m cumming” she screamed “I’m cumming!” Mr. Interesting put his index finger on her clit and rubbed it in rhythm to their pumps, he could feel the warm squirts as Ms. Horny came on his cock, wet and slick it was all he needed to release his second load into her.

As he pulled out she put her skirt back down, straightened her blouse and put on her thong.

With not a hair out of place she turned and walked toward the door, turning she said, “Mr. Interesting, you do fine work. Management just wanted to let you know how appreciated you are” as she closed the door behind her.

Mr. Interesting zipped his pants back up, sat down and grabbed a pencil. With no sign of emotion on his face, he finished the project, clapped and locked up for the night.

December 2008

It's been just over a year. In some ways it doesn't seem that long ago, while in other ways it's more than a lifetime. My heart still aches when I think of the words I fell in love with, my head still has images from the paragraphs that will never become a reality. Reading archives of emails, trying to look into the words that should have warned me to be more careful, to not believe what I could not see - and that I didn't see. I try so hard to forget the words, to turn them into something ugly that might make me angry enough to move forward and look for love again. Instead, I've managed to rebuild and re-enforce the barrier once penetrated by your lies. And they would have to be lies because now I know, you could never make love to me because you only know sex, you could never hold my heart in person because you only know touch, you could never capture my imagination because you are simply a figment of mine. Apethetic accurately describes the boy and the man. If you weren't, you would explain, beg for forgiveness and search for ways to make it right.

Instead I wonder why my heart doesn't respond to the one who does his best to take care of me. The one who makes sure I have everything I need except love. I'm sure he cares, I know he does - but his distance combined with mine isn't enough to break down the walls. How he is here and unable to break through while you, thousands of miles away, made the walls tumble effortlessly.

He touches my body and my body responds. He could be playing backgammon, moving the stones to the proper slot to block my feelings while still winning the game. A tongue lapping a clit, a finger sliding back and forth massaging that special place, a slap on the ass, a push of a cock and I cum, and he can make me cum over and over again, but he does not capture my heart and no matter how I try I can't help him, but I don't think he wants my heart anyway.

He is incredible. He spends hours working out, his body is perfect. He is tanned, dark hair, darker eyes and chiseled good looks. Physically he is a Greek God, mentally he is Einstein - astronomy, physics, government - he has traveled the world. So, it must be me. What does one year truly change?

Being Followed

I see you in the shadows, lurking behind the corners, slouching in the darkness, creeping along behind me, watching and waiting. Why, I do not know. But I feel your eyes searching my words, looking for something I do not understand. Who are you? Do you like what you read? If you read what I write, will you think less of me or more?

I'll call you my November. "Remember, remember the 5th of November." From "V for Vendetta," a movie that catches glimpses here and there of not conforming, not meeting expectations, of finding more than you bargained for and of being more than you could have imagined. The 5th of November.

I could be more than you bargained for. More than what you had hoped for. Or, I could be less. Less the woman of your imagination, more the woman you didn't know or understand.

Out of my head, out of my head, out of my head - will you just move yourself out of my head. I try so hard to move forward and just get you the hell out of my head, but at the most inopportune moments you are there and back in my head again. Fear grips my heart, barriers go up and feelings are numbed to deal with my inopportune moments. Then...

I wake up in the morning, warm from the heater at the foot of the bed. Trying hard not to open my eyes, to not feel the emptiness in the bed beside me. Pushing my hands down over my soft belly, pushing my black lace panties to the side and sliding my fingers slowly into the wetness of my soft, pink flesh. My imagination is all I have and today, it is all that you will have too.

Imagine the words, imagine the actions, imagine that you could reach out and touch me today, tomorrow and next week. Imagine hours of me on my knees in front of you, imagine you on yours in front of me. If I only had the opportunity I would enslave you, I would make you beg for me, I would use my body to tease you in ways imagination could not comprehend. You would worship me as the Goddess Isis was worshipped by the Egyptians and beyond, but like a paradox I would worship you too.

The Promise

"Really, I don't know about this" I said as I headed toward the car. "I'm truly not attracted to women. I don't understand why you want me to be with another woman -- what would this do for you?"

"I don't know, I just think it would be hot. I think you're sexually repressed and that this would 'relax' you a little bit. You know, it won't be that bad - you wouldn't have to do anything."

There is no freaking way, I thought as I closed the door on my sleek, sexy car. Sliding it into first gear I couldn't imagine what he was thinking. I didn't even like women as friends, why would I ever entertain them in my bed. I was just getting used to having a female gynecologist.

"Okay, okay. But you have to find the girl. It's your fantasy, you take care of the details and I'll just make sure to show up on time."

"When? When can you do this? How long will it be?" he asked. I could see the surprise in his eyes that he'd finally gotten me to agree.

"January, after my holiday rush dies down." I had resigned myself to agreeing. If he was going to do the legwork and I just had to show up, how bad could it be? Besides, an orgasm was an orgasm was an orgasm.

The weeks went by and for the most part I had absolved myself of thinking about the promise. Occasionally he would remind me by saying "have you found a girl for us yet?" To which I would reply, "It's your fantasy, you find her."

"We need to go out. We need to find a club or a dance joint. One look at your ass and you'll have women crawling all over you."

I doubted it.

Unexpectedly I had the opportunity to close early one evening in the early spring and we decided to head to DC and have some fun. It had been so long since I had the opportunity to even go out that I ran by the house and showered and changed out of my normal jeans and t-shirt uniform. By the look in his eyes when he arrived, I'm glad I did.

A short, black skirt with a white button up oxford, unbuttoned to my navel to show my bright red Victoria's Secret push up bra, and a matching pair of bright red FMPs to cradle my arches. With just a bit of mousse to sweep my hair off my face, lots of very black mascara and eyeliner to showcase my baby blues; I could see this would be an eventful evening.

We joked and laughed like old times while driving into town, lazily looking for parking in the thin, dirty streets - like looking for a needle in a haystack. Secrets had just recently moved and the new location was jumping. I loved to dance, and this was definitely the club for dancing. What I didn't remember is that it was also a gay club; at least I didn't remember it until the women began looking at me like he was when he arrived at the house.

Well, two margaritas and I'd be relaxed enough to do just about anything, so I gathered my courage and headed to the bar. "Perfect margarita on the rocks, please." The bartender handed me the salt rimmed drink, I took a sip to find it perfect, as ordered, so we headed to find a table.

Setting our drinks down on what appeared to be an empty table we were surprised when a group of three women came over and said that the table was theirs. They said that they didn't mind if we stayed, so we did. One of them was a short redhead with freckles and glasses, reminded me of Velma from Scooby Doo, another had very short nearly black hair with dark brown eyes. She wasn't wearing any make-up and I could only assume she was "Velma's" partner by her protective arm around her shoulder, as well as the menacing look she shot my way before sitting down. The third woman wasn't obviously gay; tall, long blonde hair, blue eyes -- she had a California girl look to her. Her body was in great shape like she probably worked out, or she was just blessed with good genes. She sat to my left, my boyfriend sitting to my right. I could feel her eyes look me over - I imagined it was to figure out why we would be at a lesbian bar, but she didn't ask.

Boyfriend didn't say much during introductions, but we did find that their respective names were Jackie, Jessica and Ava. All three of them lived in DC and were frequent customers of Secrets, which led me to believe that Ava was also either gay or bi, and didn't seem to be attached to Jackie and Jessica other than friends.

A favorite song came blaring over the speakers near our heads and Ava and I both said "I love this song! Let's dance." She was saying this to me as I was saying it to him.

Innocently he looked at me and said, "You know I don't like to dance. Go dance with Ava, she needs a partner."

"Um, okay." I said, knowing exactly what he was thinking, but what was I thinking? Well, I suppose she's more feminine than I had imagined, but did it really matter anyway? He seemed to think she'd fit the bill, so let's dance and see how the evening goes. If I'm comfortable with her, then why not?

We pushed our way onto the dance floor and found a spot near the middle where we could squeeze in. Closing my eyes I felt the beat of the music, and had begun to feel my inhibitions fall away as the tequila began to relax me. Sliding my hips from side to side, elbows at my side and hands swaying in front of me she matched my movements so that we were dancing in unison. After the song was over another one began and we stayed on the dance floor - I had noticed we had begun to attract a bit of attention as other women began moving away from us and watching as we moved to the erotic beats. Thirsty and sweating after the second song, we decided to go back to the table to our order another round of drinks and grab a few napkins to wipe off.

I could see his eyes when we returned, smiling, knowing that we had found what he had come looking for. Ava and I talked into the evening about my work, hers, finding out we had mutual acquaintances in the area and simply getting along. I also found that, like me, she had a love of fast cars and speed. When we started talking about horsepower, carburetors and tension rods my boyfriend knew I was caught, hook, line and sinker.

I needed to take a quick trip to the bathroom and when I returned to the table I saw my boyfriend talking to Ava, her shaking her head in agreement to what he was saying, they stopped talking when I arrived at the table.

"What's up?" I asked, already knowing what was being discussed.

"We were thinking that it's getting close to closing time and we'd like to take this party back home. Jackie and Jess need to work tomorrow so they won't be coming, but Ava said we could go back to her place."

"Oh. Okay." which in 'Natasha' language means, I know what you're up to and while I'm cautious, I think this is fine for now. I'll keep you posted if I change my mind.

He continued, "You're going to ride with Ava and I'll follow." He knew he'd better handle it this way so I wouldn't be able to change my mind on the way...slick bastard.

I was quite inebriated as I headed to our new found friend's car. She was quite beautiful. In my imagination, my lesbian experience was going to be with a very butch woman, someone more like a man than woman. But then again, this was not my fantasy, this was his. We arrived at a newer Jaguar sports car, sleek and black, simply put - something I would love to own.

As we began maneuvering the DC side streets she placed her hand on my knee and slowly slid her hands up and down. At first her touch startled me and while I could tell she felt me pull away, she left her hand on my thigh and continued to pet my smooth, freshly shaved leg. The radio was on loud and she was driving fairly fast, and since I was a bit beyond nervous I didn't say much and she didn't seem to mind.

Within a few minutes we were in front of a DC rowhouse with a garage situated underneath. The rowhouse was typical for the area, brick with bright red shutters, a set of about five or so stairs leading to a quaint front porch that looked very welcoming. The garage door opened and she pulled the Jaguar in and shut the door. I saw the lights behind us letting me know that the boyfriend was still close by.

We went into the house and Ava let the boyfriend in the front door.

"Can I get either of you something to drink? she asked while turning her stereo on.

I was already feeling pretty good and figured why not. I leaned back onto her olive green sofa, pillows tossed behind my head. Boyfriend sat on a chair facing the bar where Ava poured him an ice water. Ava tasted my drink as she brought it over to me saying "Um, tastes perfect to me, tell me if it's okay with you." As I began to drink from the glass she sat next to me and began running her hands up my thigh, under my short skirt. I could feel my heart begin to pound harder, but trying to not make a big deal out of the situation I ignored her and continued to take a drink, a very large one.

I put my glass down and placed my hands over hers and pulled them further up my skirt, then over my skirt and under my shirt. The boyfriend didn't make a move. He could have been watching a porn movie by the look on his face. Ava unbuttoned one button, then another on my shirt opening it slowly with her fingers, exposing my blood red bra. Placing her hands on either side of my chest she leaned forward, head between -- and begins to slid her tongue into the crease of flesh between them. Slowly she pulls one side down and begins to lick circles around my nipple, then moves to the other side. I should be moving...I should move away...I want to pull back, but I can't. My chest heaving, my clit pounding, I don't want her to stop. I want her to change her focus to the pulsating flesh between my legs. I want her to pull my skirt up, over my hips - I want her to touch me...I want her to touch me right...there.

My eyes are closed as I slide into the turned on place I can't turn back from. She looks into my eyes and says quietly, "Is this okay? Are you alright?" I moan softly and adjust my body so that my legs are on the couch, one over the back of the pillows, my foot touching the floor, my shoes kicked to the side. Her hands find their way between my legs, as she pulls her fingers over the silky material I feel as if one stroke will take me over the edge.

Suddenly I feel lips on mine, I slowly open my eyes and see my boyfriend's face. His hands have taken over where hers left off, one breast, then the other. Ava has moved lower and is sliding both hands up and down my thighs while breathing her hot breath through my panties. He slides his hands down and pulls the underwear to the side exposing my moist, pink, throbbing pussy. I hold onto both of Ava's wrists, pulling her forward until her face rests just below my mound. Smiling up at me she bows her head and begins slowly licking my clit, circling the throbbing nub with her hot tongue. My moaning increases as she takes me into her mouth, sucking me while her tongue finds its way into my pussy walls.

I remember that my boyfriend is still working on my breasts, pinching my nipples between his fingers in unison with her sucks and reach between his legs to find him hard and moist with precum, his pants pushed down to his knees as he's crouched on the floor. I pull him towards me and begin to suck on him as she tongue fucks me. Tightening the walls of my pelvic area I begin to orgasm, squirting my cum into Ava's mouth, bucking my hips I lose complete control and spasm several times before pushing both of them away.

"Oh, my God. That was incredible!" I said as I pushed myself back up on the couch. I could see Ava looking over at the boyfriend and his very hard and ready cock and told her, "He's yours for a few minutes. Do what you want."

She replied, "Sure you don't mind? I don't want to keep you from anything - I don't mind watching."

"No, he can go for hours - he's always been a little too much for me. Go ahead and have some fun while I rest for round two."

Leaning over she pulled his dick with her pussy cum wet hands and then leaned down and began circling his balls with her tongue. Her tongue was magic, I could see his eyes begin to roll back, closing as he groaned and pushed his hand into my thigh. Wanting to elevate his pleasure I put my hand between his legs and began running my fingers over his ass from his back, sliding them lightly to his saliva covered balls. Ava's lips were making a ring around the tip of his cock, her hands sliding up and down, then looking into my eyes she slid his dick down her throat until her nose touched below his belly button, and then back out again. I could see his breath quicken, could feel his muscles tighten when suddenly he opened his eyes and looked at me. He gently pushed Ava back, stood and took my hand.

Pulling me up, the three of us walked over to the bar. He turned me around and told me to hold onto the edge. Now behind me I felt his hands roaming from my wet cunt to my ass, lubricating my hole as he stroked back and forth. Ava slid in front of me with her back to the bar and began kissing my neck, sliding her hands around my breasts, pinching at my nipples as he pushed his throbbing cock into my tight hole. Ava drifted down my stomach until her tongue once again began teasing my clit. I held my lips open so that she had access to every part of my flesh as he was pumping behind me. I was so wet the moisture from between my legs began dripping onto my thighs. Ava pushed her fingers up my inner thigh, through the slippery nectar and began finger fucking me. My boyfriend's hands were alternately stroking my sides, then my tits, then pinching my nipples while he pushed and pulled himself in and out of me, while Ava's fingers worked their magic in unison with her mouth, her hot tongue sliding from my clit, around her fingers to his balls as they slapped against her chin. My pleasure was coming from so many places, I didn't know if it was his extra hard cock in my ass with her fingers double pumping me as I'd never been pumped before, or her tongue expertly circling while sucking my clit, a second wave of orgasms hit me. Behind me I felt him tighten and cry out, "oh, fuck!" as he exploded inside me.

The End

Well, there I was and there you were. Neither of us spoke. I can only imagine what you were thinking, but I know that I've gone out of my way to make the first move enough times that it's your turn. You can let me know when it's my turn to drive again.

I PUT YOUR PICTURE AWAY

Golden Slumbers

The Last One He Wrote for Me

It has been a long day. I knew he would be waiting for me at home when I arrived, but that didn't stop me from being extremely frustrated that I couldn’t get anyone to cover the studio.

He practically had to put me in my car this morning to make me leave the house. It was unbelievable that I had managed to vacate the other household members for the weekend and finally, after months, then the last eight hours that seemed even longer... I was going to walk through my front door and into my new lover's arms. Pulling onto the road I lived on, my heart was pounding through my chest. I dropped into second as I made the left onto my road, six police officers lived on my short street so I didn’t dare speed, but it didn’t mean I wasn’t wishing I could. Climbing out of the car with my laptop and purse, I was anxious to get inside.

As I walked through the open front door, I found him in the kitchen wearing black shorts and dog tags. Hmmm, easy access I thought as I took the last two steps towards his back and playfully placed both hands firmly on his ass. He turned his head toward me and smiling he swatted me away. His eyes melted my heart, long before they looked into mine.

Catching my wrist he turned and placed his hands over my head and pushes me back towards the fridge. He placed firm, passionate kisses on my lips as he pressed his body against mine. As he slipped his tongue between my lips I began to grind into his pelvis. I could feel that his pleasure through his shorts. I need my hands back, I want to slide down on my knees right here on my kitchen floor to take care of him, but he has a different idea. Picking me up he cradles my body to his chest while continuing to kiss me with his lips and tongue. My arms fall softly behind his neck, my hands, soft and warm, slide from the base of his neck into his short, soft hair.

Gently he carries me into the dark sunroom – the television plays softly in the background, I can barely hear it as I am lost in the face of my lover. He hasn’t spoken a word since I walked through the door, and I don’t know if I can speak with my lips being devoured by his with every breath.

He puts me down in a large arm chair and slides around so that I’m between his legs. My ass slid into him as close as I can get, wishing I could push myself into his skin. He holds me tight into his warm, hard body. I can feel his erection pushing into my back; ummm, the things I know are coming from him make me so wet I can feel the cotton soaking through in the black lace panties I picked this morning, just for this moment.

I wiggle into his hardness trying to give him the hint that I'm ready, but he doesn't take it. I know he’s teasing me. Instead of pressing back, he sits me up and spins me away from him. I lean back toward him and he hands me the remote. As I begin surfing through the channels, he starts to give me a deep massage starting at my shoulders and neck...slowly he works out the kinks of the day. At every knot he stops and kisses me softly before and after rubbing the tenseness from my muscles. His hands worked like magic across my body. Slowly moving his way down, he worked his way to my lower back and hips. Moans escape my lips as he finds my spot.

Knowing that I’m getting wetter by the second, he smoothly runs his hands up my sides making sure to graze the sensitive skin on my breast. Sliding my shirt up on the way, he throws it on the floor and unclasps my bra with one hand. The other hand goes across my chest, gently pulling me back against his body. The heat from his skin erases the chill of my nakedness and I find myself melting into him. He starts massaging my chest. Wrapping his arms underneath mine and hugging me tightly to his body I can feel his strong arms holding me with the love and tenderness that no other man has shown me in a very long time. His rough, leathery hands softened to silk as they traced the outline of my collarbone where he begins to massage the front of my bare shoulders. Turning his head toward me, breathing heavily into my ear, his full lips barely kiss at my neck.

My breathing, labored and short, I was willing to give him anything he desired. Sucking my earlobe into his lips, his hands moved southward, caressing my breasts then down across my belly. Slowly he begins to rub his hands over my tight jeans sending shivers through my body. Oh, how I crave him, how I want to have him closer. He can feel my desire burning through my entire body, sees it burning in my eyes.

Slowly undoing my jeans, I lift myself up so he can slide my jeans down. He whispers something about my ‘long, beautiful, smooth legs.’ As I sit back down I am reminded of how hard he is as I press myself back into his thick cock. Now I was only two layers away. His hands go immediately back to that hot, wet spot between my thighs. He can feel how slick my panties are, the air around his hand had a certain thickness about it. My moans become louder as he increases the pressure just slightly. Moving his fingers in a clockwise position I begin to move my hips in the opposite direction. Holding his arm around my chest, pulling to his body, alternating between breathing in my ear to licking and suckling on my earlobe then to kissing my neck,and then back to breathing heavily in my ear.

My frustration was so intense that I placed my hand on top of his and guided him inside my panties until his fingertip brushed against my clit sending shivers down my spine. He slid his middle finger down slowly then up my lips until my clit was harder than before. Dipping He dipped his finger into my opening and used my nectar to slide back up lubricating every fold. Repeating this several times without going deeper than the tip of his finger or applying any deep pressure to me, I thought I would have to demand to be taken care of. Just as I opened my mouth to say so, I felt his hand on my cheek turning my face to his.

Kissing me deeply his tongue slides over mine in warm wet kisses, at the same time I feel his fingers plunge into my body sending bolts of electricity up and down simultaneously. I throw my leg over the armrest to give him more room to get deeper inside and start to slide from his grip. Increasing the pressure between his legs and holding me tightly he lifts me back toward him, not once parting his lips from mine.

As he places his palm down I instinctively begin to grind my pelvis into his hand. The overwhelming stimulation from his hands, his fingers and his lips is sends me into an orgasm I can’t control. I can feel the tension building in my body, my hips begin to quiver. I stop kissing him to let out my moans of ecstacy throughout the house. Feeling my climax he applies more pressure and whispers my ear, “Good girl. Come for me, Baby." My entire body begins to twitch, my moans caught in my throat as climax after climax rips through my body. Bucking and twitching he holds onto me and makes me ride the orgasm out until I beg him to stop from the sensitivity. As he grants my wish I fall against his body, the only thing keeping me from sliding to the floor were his arms holding me tightly in place. Holding me like he would never let me go, I close my eyes and savor the moment, slowly drifting to sleep in my lover’s arms.

(Originally written by him, slightly rewritten by me.)

Halo by Beyonce

Every once in a while a song comes out that matches where you are in your life so succinctly that you can't ignore the lyrics. This one is a perfect fit for the inspiration of this blog.

The Husband Experience

Completely outside of my normal musings (as I seem to have lost my muse), I thought I'd go somewhere completely different today seeing as how this is the stuff that's clogging my brain these days when I'd much rather be thinking about what I'd like to do and have done to me by this gorgeous young cub who visited my place today...oh, my, he had to be about 6'4" 190 lbs...blonde hair, light eyes and didn't seem to mind having a chat with me while he waited for his friend.

He couldn't have been more than 23, 24...hmmmm. While I have these wonderful fantasies and in my mind I would offer him a tour of the building with a look that wouldn't leave him wondering what I was thinking, then when we made it downstairs where it's generally empty during the week he would push me against a wall, grab my ass, look into my eyes and tell me he'd like to know me better, much, much better, instead I let him go out the door with a "thank you, see you again sometime" salutation. Reality sucks.

Anyway, back to my off topic post -- In doing my research I have frequented quite a few escorts and am loving the "girlfriend experience" (GFE) option available to the men. I, on the other hand, want the "husband experience" (abbr. "HE").

Now, the first time I mentioned this the response was, 'why not the "boyfriend experience (BFE)?' At first I actually thought about that -- then I recalled why I wanted the HE. I want someone to fix my basement ceilings where the copper pipes leaked over the winter, for that matter fix the pipes too (they have a temp fix), then how about laying that floor tile in the spare room downstairs so I can move my bedroom down there, and heck - move my furniture to the room, not to mention my cars need to be washed, waxed and detailed inside, outside and under the hood (I love a meticulously kept car), and when he's done with all of that the yard really needs some manly attention -- chain saws, chippers, mulch, firewood, stone accents...planting bushes, etc. He could cook and clean and start my hot shower for me after I get back from the gym, drop off the kids at school and pick them up when they get out...and let's not forget the laundry. Now, as I'm thinking about this HE escort doing all these manly chores for me it's making me hot, so if he throws in a perfectly titillating orgasm or two, I might keep him a bit longer.

Or maybe I just need to find a wife -- I don't know. I'm stuck somewhere between finding a wife or becoming a hotwife. That might be fun too...

My daydreaming about this keeps getting me sidetracked. Anyway, when everything I want done is done (and it will take a while as I've spent the last year plus at work seven days a week, 12-20 hours a day -- meaning my house has been severely neglected), and I have nothing else to bitch about I'd like to get that tall, young drink of water back to my meticulously clean house to show him a great time without worrying about all those things I should be taking care of.

Wonder if this would get many responses on CraigsList? Oh, my - I wonder what it would cost?

Dreaming (From Him)

Hey, Gorgeous. I was thinking of you so I thought that since we have this weird connection going I would use it. You are dreaming. It is 6:40 am and you are still in bed. In your mind, slip in images of us together.

We are cruising down the road in my Camaro. I’m driving, left hand on the wheel, my right hand killing me as I can't place it on your thigh because of the 6-speed stick. I take your hand and place it on the stick and mine on top of yours weaving my fingers between yours. Down shifting to third to take the winding curves, you squeeze my hand tighter as the ass end slips just a bit…controlled, cutting the wheel with the car. The new Metallica CD is blasting through the speakers (because that is what I’m listening to now) and I ask you if my car does for you what your TransAm does?

“Not as much," you replied.

“Really? And yours isn’t modified more than the exhaust, huh? Ok, switch!”

Downshifting to second and releasing the clutch the car stops on a dime. I get out in the middle of the road and walk around the passenger side to open the door for my lady. Holding out my hand I kiss her as she comes up to level with my eyes. “Have fun, but she’s still my baby -- be careful.” You can hear the doubt in my voice and wonder if I’ve ever let anyone drive my car before.

Getting in you go very smooth almost caressing until I say, “You CAN have your fun and be careful, can’t you?” Just a bit of an antagonist.

Downshifting from second to first, power shifting off the clutch you light the tires as we are both thrown into the leather bucket seats. Wind in our hair, Metallica and vibrating exhaust in our ears, with 375 HP at the wheels, LS1 running through our spines…and let's not forget these great, long, leisurely winding roads. I have my beautiful woman; I am in heaven.

“So how does she handle? Good around the curves,” I ask with an evilly delicious grin on my face.

“You have no idea.”

“I can only imagine but she does look wonderful” I said looking at her in my driver's seat.

“We aren’t talking about the car anymore are we?” You respond with the same evil grin.

Whenever you want to pull over, you are in control, I’ll finish whatever the car started…I promise. Sweat dreams love… you should be waking right about now. Hope you get this soon.

Stupid Dreams

I woke up at about 3 am this morning, awakened by a dream. It was so real, it was a phone call from you. You sounded so happy and vital, telling me that you had put in a request to transfer out of your unit and into another and that you had sought treatment at the medical center a few weeks ago and that things were going great for you. I was so happy that you called I closed the shop down early to head home...

On the way home there was a young guy in a truck stopped on a dangerous curve on the road home trying to kill a huge snake. I ran the guy off and told him to leave the snake alone and I would take care of it. I went to where the snake was -- he was about eight feet long, thick, brown with beige markings and he had two heads. He was docile - not aggressive at all considering someone had just been trying to kill him. My son picked him up so we could bring him home and he still made no attempt to strike out or escape.

Just when I think dreams are meaningless I get one this strange. Where's a dream reader when you need one?

The Visitor

It's 8:00 pm, I'm sitting at one of the studio tables wrapping the projects from a birthday party. Insert coupon, put name on tissue paper, wrap so name shows through bag, onto the next piece...when a tall, dark haired guy with a shit eating grin is standing in my doorway. Hey there bad girl, what's happening with you these days? I forget all about the parent who is supposed to be showing up any minute now and jump out of my chair, "OMG, you're here, why didn't you tell me you were coming?" And as the words leave my mouth, I suddenly stop, remembering the emailed words, the fantasies shared - this man knows more about me than anyone. I've shared details that I wouldn't share with my therapist...in the split second these thoughts seize my brain, I receive a bear hug and a kiss on the top of my head, "I couldn't wait any longer and thought I'd just take my chances on showing up. I didn't think you'd let me come if I'd asked."

"You're probably right on that, but I'm glad to see you." I say.

"Well, show me around." you say, with the shit eating grin still on your face.

What is he up to? My nerves are so tense - I can feel them just wanting to jump out of my skin. What if one of my regulars walks in, there's no way I can hide what I feel. My face will show it all...it always does. That's why I don't lie -- God gave me the face of honesty. If you don't want the truth, please don't ask me -- ask someone else.

"Well, here's the studio. My office is back here behind that door, the clean up area is here and there's a bathroom right there. Then there's the downstairs this way.' We walk down the stairs and I show you the employee area, storage area and utility areas - not to mention the large party room with its stark white tables and black and white chairs. I was expecting you to do something down here, you'd written about it and I was just thinking, or maybe hoping...

"What's that out there" you asked, pointing to the building behind the parking area "is that yours too?"

"Yeah, that's just a storage area. I've tried renting it out, but no one seems to be interested. I store things I need to get rid of back there."

"Well, let's see it."

"Umm, sure, okay.

Unlocking the door you stop me as I try to turn on the lights. "We don't need those" you say. You put your hands on my shoulders turning me around, "let's feel our way around." You bend your head down towards mine and we kiss a deep, wet, throaty kiss. Your hands have moved from my shoulders to my hips, then around to my ass. My hands have discovered the flesh under your t-shirt and are exploring your chest and stomach, reaching cautiously to your pants. You don't stop me. My hands continue to unbutton your jeans, my lips finding their way to your ear, whispering to you that I don't want to wait any longer, I've been wet for you for months, now that you are here I don't need foreplay I need satisfaction.

I push you gently down onto a pile of boxes and pull your pants to your knees. I take my jeans and t-shirt off and throw my leg over your chest placing my wet pussy just above your mouth while my lips attach themselves to the hard throbbing cock in front of mine. I use my hand to stroke your shaft up and down, harder and harder in turn with my sucking you in and out. Licking and sucking, teasing and softly biting it only takes a few minutes for us both to cum.

I try to get up, but you won’t allow me to. You are nowhere near finished with me. You reach around your body and grab my ass, “sexy ass” you say, and pull me gently down onto your mouth again. Your tongue is darting around my clit then pushes deep inside the pink of my wet pussy. You lick my pussy from top to bottom making sure that you surprise me by slipping your tongue inside all the way, then you go back to teasing my clit. “Mmmmmmm, you taste so good baby, cum for me right now, cum all over me.” That’s all it takes, just a little enticement and I am gushing all over your face again. You lick every last drop from me and then turn me around.

You place me where you were laying and take my hand. You move my hand down between our legs placing it on your cock where I stroke back and forth slowly. As you inch your way closer to my body, I start to rub you up and down my wet pussy, rubbing your head inside to catch my moisture then continuing upwards to play with my clit, using you for my own personal, live dildo.

Without warning you thrust your cock inside me, you can feel my hot wetness through your body. You hear me moan and feel me shudder with you deep inside. You squeeze my knees together and wrap my arms around them; you drive your cock into me harder and faster. My moans have increased to screams, cum for me baby, please cum hard for me – I want you to come all over me. As you pull your cock from my warm, wet pussy I grab it with my hands, the moisture from us both is more than enough to keep my hands sliding up and down your hard shaft as you cum all over my stomach and chest with just a drop hitting my lips that I slowly, deliberately wait for you to see as I slide my tongue over my lips and catch your cum on the tip, taking it into my mouth to swallow.

Closure

"I love you, I truly do, but I have to focus on my kids and my career. I'm sorry I hurt you this way." he said, and then he was gone.

What had I done wrong? What could possibly had made this man of my fantasies tell me every day that he loved me and that he couldn't wait to be with me, counting down the time, making plans and then on a rainy, dreary, gloomy, cold and grey Monday tell me this. I don't think it would have hurt so much if he didn't reassure me constantly that age didn't matter, distance didn't matter, time didn't matter, all that mattered was love and that we would find a way. I don't think it would have hurt so much...but I don't know.

Before I met him I was plugging along in my life, a bump here, another there, but nothing that truly lit my life up or pained my heart. It was just life. Now, I know that I can let my guard down and feel life, but I no longer want to. It was a cruel joke to tell, a vicious game to play. I should be screaming with anger, demanding answers, so please tell me why I don't - no, can't find it in myself to scream or be angry. Oh, wait, that's right -- it was all just a fantasy. There's no one to be angry with, no one to scream at - it was a nightmare, and now that I'm awake I can't stop the tears.

They catch me off guard, the tears that is. Some mornings in the shower, sometimes in the car, sometimes when I'm sitting at my desk paying bills. It's been two months in two more days and I still have the tears.

If I knew why it happened, would they stop? A truth, a story with no holes from beginning to end - I mean, am I keeping him from taking care of his kids and career? I'm just words on the other side of the screen. I'm just a voice on the other end of the phone. I'm just me.

There's no one to talk to anymore. I'm lost without the closure. Did his reality of the age difference, the distance, the time and life's obstacles scare him away? Is he afraid of me? Was there someone else? I know, I saw it once -- it had to do with a fish, I think, something about a fish in a bed from a woman, err girl. Fidelis, maybe. But maybe that's my fault - before I fell, you know. I encouraged it, felt that someone closer to his age would be better, maybe. Someone who lived closer, lots closer. OMG, was it me?

Thinking of You

Its early morning here. I'm lying in bed reading an email - not one of my coveted 'how he turns me on emails' but just a discussion, a response about life. Gradually, for no apparent reason, my breathing gets heavy, there's a throbbing ache building between my legs, an expectation of what I think I would feel if you were here even though you've never touched me. The face I see is from a photo sent online, I visualize your drowsy eyes, full lips and your nose with nostrils flared. A sand colored t-shirt is stretched across your chest, with the elastic top of your heavy ABU trousers hitting slightly below your hips. You want me - I can see it as clearly as if you had said the words.

I try to ignore my wetness by taking another drink of my coffee and thinking about the day ahead. A splash of coffee spills onto my chest. My hand follows its trail starting at my breasts, then down my stomach. My hand doesn't stop with the coffee...I'm wet and ready but there's no one here.

My hand slips under the lacy material of my thong, past the smooth crest of shaved flesh, touching my wetness. My fingers stroke back and forth, slowly up then down, sliding deep into an aching hole that I know only my imagination can satisfy, I close my eyes and visualize that you are there, it's you touching me, making my breath heavy and hot, it's you in my head and between my legs. I can't stand it anymore, my fingers move faster, circular, again and again until I can't hold in the moan. I'm pulsating and my heart is beating out of my chest as I cum, long and hard thinking of you.

Three's Never A Crowd

Finally, a vacation weekend in Atlantic City and I’m heading out with John to the clubs. I’ve been dying to go out dancing for months needing to get rid of a bit of stress, and other than fucking, it’s my favorite exercise. Wearing a short white skirt that barely covers my round, soft ass, a tight turtleneck sweater and a pair of black leather boots that go just over the knee I can feel the eyes on me as I walk into the Club, but I don’t care – all I want is to dance.

It’s a club that plays 80’s rock, a bit of rap and tracked pop – it’s a night that I’m guaranteed not to get off the dance floor. This club is a bit hipper than some of the others I’ve been to, every 20 feet or so there’s a platform with a stripper’s pole. After dancing on the floor for a few songs one of the bouncer’s picks me up and places me on the center platform. Using the pole as my new dance partner I begin gyrating around the pole, right hand sliding up and down with my hips swaying deeply to the left, then the right, bending my knees and turning my hips back and forth to the sexy rhythm of “Tell Me Something Good” by Rufus and Chaka Khan …the tequila and lime has made me a bit more relaxed and I turn and put my back against the pole, sliding up and down I’ve got my hands pushing my shirt up from my stomach up to my chest, grabbing both tits and pushing them together while my tongue licks the gloss off my lips.

I forget that the crowd is there and continue dancing my sensual dance facing John and watching for his reaction. I know the reaction I’m hoping for as I can feel my pulse between my legs, the wetness of what I want to come. I can see the pleasure in his eyes. He’s watching guys half my age stop dancing with their dates to watch my platform; he can see the lust in their eyes. He’s also noticed a woman or two lick their lips, exactly what he was hoping for this evening – but will one of them want to go back to our hotel room?

I continue dancing on the platform, pole sliding between my legs now, one leg straight up, arms stretched out with my back arched, back of my head swinging towards the floor, a woman is not going to satisfy what I want tonight. Grabbing the pole up high with both hands, I pull my knees to my chest and exposing my wet, white panties to the crowd. A tall, dark haired guy in his early 20s jumps onto the platform. Holding my knees up to my chest he pushes his pelvic area into mine, swaying to the chorus

Tell me something good (tell me, tell me, tell me)
Tell me that you love me
Tell me something good (tell me, tell me, tell me)
Tell me that you like it, yeah

I can feel his hard cock through his jeans, making me even hotter and wetter. Sweat is rolling down between my breasts, down my back. The dance floor is crowded and hot. The song ends and I jump off the platform to have a drink with John. The young man follows me back my seat and John invites him to sit down and asks him what he’ll have. “The same thing the lady is having – because it must be good.” John orders a round of tequila shots, then another. John asked, “Who are you here with?”

“Oh, just a few friends, we came down from NY for the weekend to gamble and see what the ladies were up to.”

“Well, I think it’s about time we get back to our hotel room – I can see someone needs some attention that wouldn’t be legal to give her here. Would you be interested in joining us?”

“Are you serious? Damn, man – I thought you’d be mad for dancing with her, not ask me back to your place. What’s the plan?”

“We’ll let her tell us what the plan is. Let’s get one more round and then we’ll head back to the hotel, it’s just up the street. Is this okay with you sweetheart? Do you mind if we bring him back to the room?”

Rubbing John’s hard cock through his jeans, I look over at the young man and recall the bulge in his jeans from our dance. “Sure, I think he’d be perfect for what I have in mind. And don’t worry – John’s straight – you’re going to be all mine,” I said dropping my eyes to this young stud’s newly formed bulge. Covered, his cock looked thick and large, but I wouldn’t be able to know for sure until we got back to our room. I definitely intended on finding out, and finding out soon. I was so wet, all I wanted to do was go back to our room and get sucked and fucked, and this guy looked like he would willingly fill my needs.

All three of us walked back to the hotel room, John slapping my ass several times along the way, “look at that ass! Isn’t that just the most perfect ass you’ve ever seen? Don’t you just want to fuck it?” he asked our new friend.

“I’ll do anything she wants me to do with it, I’ll eat, fuck, suck, lick and kiss that ass and whatever else is close by. Your girl is hot and it would be my pleasure to give her exactly what she wants. If that’s okay with you?”

“This is her night; we had a deal and it looks like you’re guy she wants. You better rock her world.” John gave a wink to the guy to assure him we weren’t dangerous, just horny and willing to try anything to get me off like never before.

“She’s had MFM before, but she was a lot younger, drunker and doesn’t remember a lot of it. I want to make sure she knows what she’s been missing tonight. We are going to make sure she never forgets what it’s like again.”

Back at the hotel room our new friend looks around the hotel room. John turns some of the lights down and walks over to me and pulls off my turtleneck sweater showing my white lace Victoria’s Secret angel bra. It’s slightly stretchy and allows the hardness of my nipples to show through the material. Our new friend immediately comes over and pulls my tits from my bra, pinching one nipple and sucking on the other I let out a deep moan.

I push my hands into the stranger’s pants ecstatic to find that the bulge I saw earlier was exactly what I had hoped for, large, thick and harder than my favorite dildo and so hot I needed to get a good suck on that cock. Grabbing John’s cock in one hand, the stranger’s in the other I began pulling both of them to get them harder and harder, I wanted cock and I wanted it now. John pulled my skirt up over my ass and began pumping his cock into me, slowly, deliberately while I sucked on our new friend’s cock, sliding my tongue back and forth over his thickness. He was cleanly shaven making deep throating his cock easy and from the look on his face and his increasing hardness, absolutely blowing his mind.

John went over to the bed and motioned for me to lie down. He grabbed a bottle of oil and began rubbing the oil over my body, from my shoulders to my toes. Our friend held his hand out for a pour and began smoothing the oil from my wet pussy to my ass, spending a very nice amount of time fingering my ass and relaxing my anal muscles. Begging for someone to please pump me, John lay on the bed on his back and motioned for me to get on top of him facing our new friend.

John grabbed me by my ass and held me upward while he slipped his hard cock into my ass, sliding back and forth, as I leaned back our new friend, needing no instruction, began sliding his tongue across my pussy, sucking my clit in between his teeth in rhythm with John’s pumping.

As my moans increased to tiny screams John asked the stranger if he’d like to switch places, he did. My eyes widened as the strangers cock was wider and thicker than I was used to and I wasn’t into pain.

John got up and began sucking my clit, teasing and licking, he was making me forget about the pain and focused me on the pleasure I was receiving. Slowly I felt the stranger’s cock slide into my ass, he was so gentle, after he pushed himself all the way in he began slowly pumping my ass while he pulled on my nipples and kissed my neck, John continued sucking my clit until I thought I would come all over his face.

He stopped and stood up, his cock long and erect he pushed himself into my wet, pulsating pussy. Getting fucked in both holes my moans turned into uncontrollable screams, pumping I could feel my wetness as both men slid in and out of me, neither of them touching the other with only my pleasure their concern. John began biting my nipples between his teeth while one of his hands rubbed my clit. Sucking on the strangers fingers I came again and again, neither of my men coming or concerned with coming, just focusing on my pleasure. Orgasm after orgasm I have never felt pleasure as I did that night.

When I could come no more I got on all fours, taking John’s cock in my mouth and the stranger’s cock in my dripping wet pussy, I pulled at John’s cock with two circled fingers and sucked his cock deep in my throat until I felt his hot cum squirt into my mouth. As John lay spent on the bed, I turned and began sucking the stranger’s cock, licking his strange but beautiful cock in my mouth, I stroked his balls and filled my mouth with his hardness, sucking and licking until he shot his load all over my chest and face.

Satiated we fell asleep in the king sized bed only to wake a few hours later and begin where we had left off.

Waking Her His Way

I’ve had you on my mind all day and I cannot wait to tease you again. So instead of waiting for you to wake up, I decided I’m going to wake you up. I promise I’ll be gentle, I know you can be grouchy when this is done wrong…so I’m going out of my way to make sure everything is done perfectly.

You are sound asleep dreaming peacefully when your partner rolls out of bed to get ready for work. Annoyed, to say the least, you roll over and try to go back to sleep hoping to fall right back into the same dream you were just having. No luck. Your stress is building. Your mind starts to wander from your boyfriend to your business, to your house and the cats then back to your boyfriend, but makes you even more annoyed. He eventually leaves and you find yourself dozing again. You feel half asleep when you start dreaming again.

Quietly through your door walks tall, dark and handsome. He is dressed comfortably in a pair of relaxed jeans and a black Haynes cotton t-shirt. He is barefoot as he glides lightly across the room towards your bed. He reaches his arm around your neck holding you gently, being careful not to wake you, but just to hold you.

You are exhausted from the stress you have been under recently. You shift a little but don’t wake up. He places his hand on your cheek and you nuzzle your nose into his palm. Leaning over to kiss you softly he barely touches your soft lips. His hand grazes down over your cotton t-shirt, over your perfect breast, over your belly, down to the edge of your top. Lifting the seam of your shirt his fingers slide inside and upwards retracing his path in the opposite direction, your body is warm to touch, almost hot from sleeping all night long.

Your shirt lifts as he palms his way north exposing your belly. He leans down to kiss you, again softly so as to not wake you. He kisses your stomach, your belly button, he slips his fingers below the panties you are sleeping in and he kisses the soft, warm, flesh just above your pussy. He lets slip his tongue from his lips and gently, almost lovingly licks that small erogenous spot on the inside of your thigh.

You moan quietly in your sleep and he knows he must be effecting your dreams. He slides his tongue down your lips until he feels your opening yielding to him. Gliding deep inside a rush of warmth overcomes your body. You are half awakened by his tongue whipping inside you. Not sure if you are still dreaming you slide your hand down your body slowly caressing yourself. Wanting to take advantage of your alone time this morning you are pleasantly surprised that your hand is blocked by his face. “Dreams do come true,” you think to yourself, still half asleep as you place your hand on the back of his head.

Not having the energy just yet to pull him in deeper your intentions are just to feel him, every bit of him possible. Encouragement so to speak, not like he needs any. He clearly loves doing this to you….no…not to you, but for you. He looks up past your beautiful peaks to gaze into your eyes as he laps his hot tongue at your clit. Your body tenses slightly as your anticipation builds. You pull him in tightly by the back of his head and hold him in place firmly against your sweet tasting pussy.

Your other hand goes to the top of his head to tell him that he is doing perfect, don’t move, that is the spot. Your moans increase to grunts. Your breath quickens coming now in spurts. You start to scream as the tension in your body is building so high now you can't stand it any longer. Ummmm he moans as he takes lick after long slow lick. He is making love to you with his tongue.

Your breath stops, your body doesn’t allow you to breath you are twisting in pleasure. Your breath comes in screams as your climax comes in one long massive explosion. He isn’t done, he wants to make sure you know how much he loves the way you taste. He licks and sucks every drop of pussy juice he can possibly get. Drinking from your temple, worshiping you.

Your body goes limp as you collapse from pleasure. He climbs into bed with you and wraps his arms around you underneath your t-shirt. Your skin is warm to touch, almost hot from climaxing so hard. You fall asleep in his arm and immediately are caught in your original dream you were having before you were woken up the first time. He kisses your head as he nuzzles his nose into your hair savoring the fresh breeze sent of you.
(Written by Him)

Waking Him My Way

Now…I know how you would like to be awakened, but how could I do it without getting hurt – that would be my workaround…

I would have to make sure that you are just at that point where you’re not ready to open your eyes and get out of bed, but awake enough to know I’m in bed with you. In rolling over to hit the snooze button I’ve adjusted and slithered up behind you, one arm draped around your waist. It’s still a bit dark outside, an early morning storm rages outside with the rain pounding on the roof and hitting against the windows. We can hear the wind in the nearby trees, the branches slapping against the shingles.

I open my eyes and look for the time and see that we still have a little left before we ‘have’ to get out of bed. Given this, my hands travel down your belly and wrap around your nice, thick cock. Lying flaccid across your leg simply the touch of my fingers bring you to attention. Still half-asleep you roll onto your back and adjust allowing me full access. With your hands behind your head, tucked under the pillow, I decide to take the path of least resistance and begin placing soft, slow kisses down the center of your chest, onto your belly and finally a lick from your belly button down to your very impatient member.

Reaching my original destination I take a long, final lick from the base of your shaft to the tip of your head, my tongue spread wide to cover as much flesh as possible. As I reach the head I adjust to take the entire, warm package in my warm, wet mouth. Gliding my lips up and down, slowly, bringing you out of your slumber I hear you let out a slight gasp in surprised pleasure.

Knowing that you are now fully awake, I begin stroking you with my right hand while sucking you harder and faster. Sliding my mouth up and down your large cock allowing the juice from my mouth to drip down into my hand. I slide my hand in rhythm with my mouth, up and down, pulling you out of my mouth and running my tongue over you between long, wet sucks, keeping you slippery and hard with my mouth and my juices.

As I feel your body tighten I make sure I have your entire dick as deep into my throat as possible, with my lips warm against your base I look up into your eyes, my eyes smiling and waiting for your explosion.

Good morning, baby.