Appetite

Absence makes the pussy grown fonder.

I miss your fast, hot loving -- your hard, long dick sliding inside me and pumping me full of juice. I miss your cock in my mouth, the taste of your hot cum running down my throat.

I worry. Even though I'd prefer to be with you again, if you are gone too long, I will have to find my diversions elsewhere. Will I get so lucky next time? Will I find a lover who's smart, handsome and as fuckable as you?

My appetite is growing. I need some fast, hot fucking. Where are you, fuck buddy? I will need to eat again soon.

Pleasure begins

Some would say that pleasure begins and ends with orgasm. I would argue that it begins with that first touch after a long absence.

Pleasure is the tingle I feel as my pussy contracts when I hear his voice on the phone. He pleases me when I walk to his door and he smiles wide and generous, happy to see me -- eager to please me.

It's pleasure I feel when he grabs my waist and smiles at me before he leans in to kiss my mouth. Pleasure is his hands running up under my shirt to find my breasts.

There's a pleasing resonance in the clinking of my buckle when he unbuckles my belt and pushes my pants to the floor.

And then there are his fingers. Oh, but I am a girl in love with my g-spot, the pleasure button of the sweet, pink center.

I am always pleased to push him down on a chair or the couch, push myself between his legs and take his dick in my mouth and hands.

It's a pleasure to make him cum, to feel his legs shake as he gets closer and closer to orgasm, to hear that ragged catch in his breathing at the intensity builds.

And if it pleases him, he can cum on my face, in my mouth, in my pussy or on my ass -- and I'll lick it off, with pleasure.

Masturbation imagination

If I close my eyes, I can see you walking up the front steps. You open the screen door and scoop me up in your arms and hold me tight. You smell like sunshine and fresh air.

You lean down to kiss me, your tongue is hot and heavy in my mouth. Your hands slide under my shirt against my skin, under my bra and you squeeze my nipples ... hard.

We sink to the floor and you pull my pants open and find me slick and eager for your touch. Slide your fingers in and I start to cum almost immediately. You bite my neck as I orgasm into your hand, the pain and pleasure intermingle making my orgasm deep and intense.

Pull down your pants and in one swift movement you are inside me. I have missed you there, deep inside where it's just you and me.

You fuck me hard and strong, pushing me over and over as I twist and cum beneath you. I feel your breath quick and wet on my neck. You moan from the intense pleasure and your dick throbs, wanting the release.

I look up into your eyes and you lean in to kiss me just as your start to spew inside me.

This is what I see when I masturbate to you.

Longing for my lover

I miss my lover's hands, and the way he slides them over my skin. Down my ribs, over my hip and back up again. I want to feel his fingers digging into my ass as he pulls me closer to him, pushing his hard dick deeper inside me.

I miss my lover's lips. Soft and tender on my mouth. Slow and easy on my throat. I want to feel his lips and tongue caressing my clit, shove his face into my pussy as he licks and strokes me over and over until I cum in his mouth.

I miss my lover's dick. Long, hard and always eager. I want to taste it, rub my tongue around the ring of his head, slide down his shaft and suckle him until he finally lets go and spurts hot sweet cum into my face.

I miss my lover's body, the smell of his skin, the rhythm of his fast breath, the quick beat of his heart, the thrusting of his pelvis. I miss the orgasms I know he will give me, and I look forward to seeing him very soon.

Senses

My lover's prescence arouses my senses, I ache for him to touch me. I reach for him, grab his ass through his jeans. He smiles at me as he leans down to kiss my mouth, tongue wraps around mine.

Touch my lover's face, rub his stubble feeling that roughness on my palm. I push him onto the couch, grab his hardness that is waiting for me.

I unbuckle his jeans, slide my hand between his skin and cloth. I want him, I want his taste in my mouth. Smell his pubic hair as I grab his rigid, throbbing dick in my hand. He wants me, I taste his want.

My tonuge licks his ridge, my hands stroke his dick and rubs his balls. He moans my name and buries his hand in my hair. He swells as his desire increases. He spurts into my mouth and I pump him until he's satisfied.

I can smell his cum on my hand long after he leaves. I still throb for him.

For the love of fucking

The word marathon is often used in the context of a race -- an event or activity that requires prolonged effort or endurance. It is hardly used in the context of fucking.

Don't get me wrong, I love to fuck. I love everything about it: the first kiss, frantic stripping of clothes, naked ass cheek in my hand, falling on the bed and that sweet feeling of penetration. I love the smells, sounds and orgasms. I love the sweat and heavy breathing, and the inevitable climax.

Before today, I would have pined for the chance to have a marathon fuck session. Before today, my marthon fuck sessions were having multiple encounters in the same day. Until today...

Today my sexy new doctor fucked me for an hour and a half -- straight.

He had me in every position, at least once. He tasted me and I tasted him. I eventually lost track of my orgasms. At one point, I climaxed so hard and so many times, I cried from the sheer pleasure of it all.

He is the zen master of controlling his orgasm. Throughout this entire time, he did not cum. He did not stop because he was going to cum, he did not pause in one stroke for fear of cumming too soon. He simply fucked me until I was satisfied.

And when I was sucking him off, he decided to fuck me again and finally came after I begged him to.

My pussy is still singing from the attention. And when he called later, all I wanted was for him to come over and fuck me again.

He may be my new addiction.

The doctor and I

I have ventured into an unexplored area -- online cheating. My previous lovers I met at my place of business. But I met my handsome doctor through a Web site created specifically for people like us -- lookers. I was looking for fun, he was looking for sex, what a perfect match?

His first kiss was sweet like honey, soft and gentle. I rammed my tongue in his mouth and he responded in kind.

He pushed me up against the wall and I could feel his long, hard dick grinding in all the wet places. I wrapped my leg around his waist so I could feel the full length of him.

His fingers found their way into my panties and slipped into the wetness. I started to cum almost immediately, I had been wanting him for a while.

He whispers in my ear things like, "Your pussy is awesome," and "God, you're so sexy."

But it was when he stepped back, set me down on the table and whispered, "I have to be inside you," then I knew I was a goner. Nothing turns me on more than being wanted. And not just horny want -- want that is so overwhelming there are no other options, he HAD to have me then and there.

I spread my legs, invited him in and it was a perfect fit.

My breath is ragged and heavy as he pounds my pussy over and over again. He's so deep, it almost hurts, but it feels too good to stop.

I orgasm for him a few more times before he cums for me. He's quiet when he lets go, just a sigh to let me know. We must be quiet, because where else do you fuck a doctor, but in the doctor's office.

I grab his ass and pull him in one last time before I go.

I float out of his office, light and relaxed. I will be making another appointment soon.

Sweetness

From the moment I feel that hard dick through your pants, I want to taste you. I want to bury my face in your lap and smell your thick sex smell.

Pull down your pants so I can see the semen glistening on the head of your dick. I want to rub my fingers over and around it, squeezing the head, making your cock jump in my hands in anticipation.

Spread your legs so I can sit in between them and grab your ass while I go down on you. Spread them wide so I can fondle your balls and lick you on all sides.

I take off my bra so my tits rub your balls as I start to suck you. Slow and soft at first, over the head and down the shaft. I want to tease your cock, make you ooze cum so I can lick it off.

Round and round your dick I stroke you with my tongue, tasting you, relishing your hardness and the feel of your hands in my hair.

Push down on my head and shove that gorgeous dick to the back of my throat. All the way down baby, I can suck you from top to bottom.

I can feel you start to throb as I bounce up and down your shaft. I know you’re going to cum for me. I’m going to make you cum for me.

Your head starts to swell as you get close to blowing your wad. I stroke faster, I want it to feel good. Your dick goes stiff and starts pumping, and you arch your back as you release your load in my mouth. I lean back a little and let your jizz soak my face. You smell as sweet as you taste!

You lean back, spent and feeling good. Open your eyes and see me smiling at you as I lick your sweetness off my face.