Contemplative

I sit and analyze.

I'm faced with some job changes that could signify the end of my favorite hobby. I don't think it would be a permanent end, but an end nonetheless. As I am still searching for that perfect balance of "fun to chat with" and "fun to fuck," it wouldn't be too difficult to put that search on hold. These changes would greatly affect my free time. My fucking time. My play time.

Oddly, I'm not too sad about that. I'm dissatisfied still. Unfinished. Orgasms given but attention still at a deficit. At odds with myself.

I had a man who ravaged my body and blew my mind. He's been gone for a while, but in his place is a new model that has yet to be filled. Maybe I just expect too much. Maybe the time away from the hunt would refresh my attitude. Or maybe I'll never be that satisfied again.

Missing him

It's been a month since he left, abrupt and final. I'm cut off. No recourse. Nothing left but memories -- vivid behind my eyes -- of skin, lips, hands, body, cock and pure pleasure.

And his words.

Its late when I show up, you answer the door still half asleep, hair messed from tossing and turning, wondering if I would stop by. Your eyes light up when you see me, a giggle escapes. You pull me into the room wrapping your
arms, as well as your lips around me. Stepping back you take my hand and lead me to the bed.

As the soft light casts shadows, you slowly undress me, rushing would be much too easy, instead taking your time, kissing every inch of my skin caressing, me with your fingertips.

I stand before you naked wanting waiting and watching as you remove your panties and shirt. Pink full hard nipples brush against my stomach as you lean in to kiss me. Needing to react, I lower you onto the bed kissing you deeper, my hands and lips explore you, finding your wetness. I enter with my finger -- first one then two -- a moan, a gasp escape your lips, I must be inside you. In between your legs I find my destiny, so inviting, so perfect. I never want to leave.

Fast, slow, stopping then starting, deep and shallow. You shudder then moan, again and again. I take my time but I must cum for you. You feel it, as well as see it in my eyes and your movements rise up to meet me until my cock exploding is all that can happen. You call my name I answer with yours.. M--- oh god M---!! You smile, touching my face.

His dreams for me

As you lean forward to check your lip gloss in the mirror, you catch a glimpse of me walking into the ladies restroom. The room is empty but the dining room is full, including the person you are having dinner with.

You turn towards me, "what are you doing here?

"You mean in the restroom or at this particular restaurant," I reply.

Both is your answer.

I cross the distance quickly sweep you into my arms and bury your lips beneath mine. We are both panting by the time we pull apart. The short skirt and no panties you have for the occasion pose no problem for access.

I push you against the counter spreading your legs with mine while undoing my pants, letting them fall to the floor. I enter you with a single thrust, you are so wet there is almost no resistance. We meld together seamlessly, each one thrusts in perfect time to the others. We are running out of time and luck, someone will catch us soon.

You grab the back of my head as you explode with your orgasm, calling my name. I am getting closer, you feel me starting to swell inside you, my breath in short hot gasps against your neck. I stop turn you around and bend you over the vanity, we stare at each other in the mirror. I'm back inside you, your red hair and beautiful blue eyes, your mouth ... cum for me baby, fill me. I grab your hips slamming myself in you, the final thrust sends streams of molten cum deep inside you.

As we slow our thrusts a smile creeps across your lips. Just as I'm walking out someone walks in, startled, oops must have come into the wrong room. You adjust your lip gloss and check your hair, wondering if your salad is there yet .

When I close my eyes

Last night I dreamt that you came to my room while I slept. You stripped off your clothes and slide naked into bed next to me. Your skin was cool from the night air so you wrapped yourself around me. You kissed my neck, whispered "Michele, wake up" in my ear.

You slide you hand up my leg, over my thigh, under my panties and tickled my clit, ever so slightly. I rolled toward you, still not awake, and you slide your finger deep inside me and started rubbing. I woke with a sigh and then I came hard and wet against your hand.

You slid my panties off, then my shirt. My skin was warm and flushed both from sleep and excitement. You leaned down to kiss me and brushed your fingers down my neck, around my shoulders, across my breasts to make my nipples stand up. You bent your head and flicked them with your tongue, first one then the other, then squeezed my full breasts in your hands. By now I was very much awake and very turned on.

I pushed you onto your back and dipped beneath the covers, spreading your legs and settling between them. With my breasts brushing against your balls, I showed you much I appreciated that orgasm using my hands and tongue to stroke your dick fast and wet. I could taste your cum, ready to be release. You rocked your hips in rhythm to my strokes. Your breathing was fast. But you weren't ready to finish just yet.

You grabbed my arms and pulled me on top of you, sliding my wet, hot pussy down onto your waiting cock.

I rocked back and forth, slow and easy, taking each orgasm greedily and with great pleasure. Your laugh rumbled in my ear as I ground my hips into you again and again.

You grabbed my hips and pushed against me, urging me to go faster. When I couldn't go fast enough, you flipped me over, causing me to giggle, and grabbed my hands, pinning me to the bed. And then you fucked me. Hard, deep, fast, it took my breath away. I could hear your breath, ragged and fast in my ear, but I couldn't concentrate on anything other than the waves of sensation that started in my pussy and shot through my body. Again and again, my toes curled and my body clenched with pleasure.

And just when the tears threatened, you said my name again. I opened my eyes and you were looking down at me, brown into blue. Your eyes darkened and you came inside me, hot, fast, salty and sweet. And in that moment, you belonged only to me.

Don't stop

Every time I’m with you, I want to beg you to keep going, don’t stop. Is it wrong to tell you that everything you do sets me on fire, makes me crazy? Is it illogical to leave and want to turn around, go right back to your arms and start all over again?

Don’t stop running your hands under my shirt, even when I gasp because they are cold. Don’t stop kissing me, soft and gentle then hard, teeth digging and bruising into my lips. Don’t stop putting your hands in my hair, pulling ever so slightly to expose my throat to your kisses and nips. Whatever you do, don’t stop undressing me and trailing your fingers under my panties, around my clit, teasing me.

Don’t stop giving that magnificent feeling of penetration when you finally slide inside, tight and wet, and you sigh because it fits so nice. Don’t stop moving inside me, bringing me to orgasm again and again, making me moan and wriggle beneath you.

Don’t stop whispering my name, sucking my nipples or groaning with satisfaction when I lick and stroke your cock. Don’t stop fucking me even when you bring me to tears. I haven’t had enough of you. I can’t stop yet.

And when you run out to my car, for one last kiss, I know you don’t want to stop either.

Answer me

I'm amazed at how quickly you know me. How readily your body answers mine. Iache for you to touch me and you know right where I need you. Fast or soft, hard or gentle, you answer.

I run my hand under your shorts, feeling your long lean legs, traveling up your thigh, rubbing my finger softly over the head of your dick, feeling you twitch and rise in answer to my touch.

I slip out of my pants and ease down -- warm and wet -- onto your waiting cock. You sigh and lean into me, pressing upward, answering my urgent need to cum. I rock and ride, fast and slow, taking my pleasure as much as I want. You thrust up to meet my rhythm, watching me blush and shake, taking your own pleasure in making me shiver.

When your own need becomes too much, you roll me over, spread my legs and thrust deep and fast inside me, filling me up with all I can take. Over and over again, you make me cum.

And when I can't take it anymore, I call out your name and you answer, shooting rich, hot cum inside me, satisfying my desire to possess some small part of you.

As our bodies slow, rock quietly together, you kiss me softly, answer my tongue with your own. Then you smile and promise to come when I call tomorrow.

Crazy

I am crazy from wanting you. I want to feel your breath in my ear when you whisper your desire. Your hands on my breasts, squeezing, rubbing, then squeezing again. Your earlobe between my teeth as I nip the sensitive, soft skin. Your tongue in my mouth, frantic and hot.

I want you to undress me slowly, peeling the clothes from my body, running your hands over my skin, feeling every inch of me until I can't wait anymore.

Slide your finger into my silky wetness, feel my desire, slick and ready for you. Take me, rough and deep, make me gasp with pleasure and pain. You drive me to the edge again and again. I cry out with each rolling orgasm, my face flushes and my body shakes.

But I want something else. I want to see your eyes darken with pleasure, hear you moan with release. I want your orgasm. And next time I won't let you leave until I have it.