0 comments/ 69628 views/ 6 favorites Oh, How the Tide Turns! By: LoreLai Full Day at the Spa...$450 Hot New Clothing...$600 Two-way plane ticket from the east coast to the west coast...$750 The look on your face when you open the door and see me standing on your porch...PRICELESS This has gotten ridiculous. You must agree, don't you? We've been "lovers" for years now, true...however, we've yet to meet in person. Don't you find that just a teensy bit silly? It's been a while since our "relationship" began. Remember when we first encountered each other in that chat room? Seems like a long time ago now, doesn't it? I'm not complaining, mind you. Sure, we've been friends. We've helped each other through a thing or two, but mostly we've just been about phone fucking. But, enough is enough. It's time for this to become real, donchya think? I know you want it...I can't imagine any reason you'd deny yourself such pleasure. We're sexually perfect for one another. Personally, I'm not the type to deny myself the simple pleasures in life. And since you're my #1 pleasure, I want you. I want you now. I want you yesterday. I want you for real. I've mentioned this to you a thousand times, but you always manage to laugh it off. You cite distance as the main reason for us not meeting up. So we're a few thousand miles away from one another...so what? You are aware they have these great things now called airplanes, aren't you? I'm not sure if you think I'm joking when I suggest we meet or why it is that you won't take me seriously, but I'm putting plans into motion once and for all...if you won't come to me, then I'm coming to you. I know you like to be in control of things...of us...mainly, of me. That's your niche. Granted, it's always worked for me in the past...until now. I had to begin taking control of this situation because it seemed you never would. Do you realize how ridiculously cautious you're being? We've both admitted how badly we want each other...what are you waiting for? Do you like the games? You must. Do you enjoy keeping me at bay? No doubt. You aren't expecting this from me, that much I'm sure of. You think I'm kind of weak, don't you? I bet you don't really think I'll go after what I want. I know you certainly aren't expecting me to take this kind of control...to buy a ticket and show up at your doorstep. Getting your home address wasn't all that hard. Actually, your mother's really sweet. She went on and on about how you were as a kid. She even told me the story about you and that van! I bet you're wondering how I got her number, though. Don't you remember? Last Christmas when you were visiting your parents, you called me because you wanted me to help get you off. Of course, I was more than happy to oblige, but I was also smart enough to save the phone number. So, last week, I called her. Unfortunately, I had to deceive her a bit. I pretended to be one of your old high school chums coming back to town for a few days. I told her I wanted to surprise you, so she was more than happy to divulge your location. Well, at least half of that is correct...I will be a surprise. So, here I am...on a plane...headed your way. This is about as nervous as I've ever been. I need things to go perfectly. I hope you lust for me as much as I lust for you and that it wasn't all a ruse. I hope you like what you see because I know I will. I'm not even talking about appearance...I don't care what you look like at this point. It's beyond simple aesthetics. My want runs deep. I desire to know you intimately now. Granted, we've been intimate, but I crave to touch you now as I whisper to you. I aspire to feel your breath against my ear. I long to feel your cock glide in and out of my soft wetness. I've never wanted a person as badly as I want you...it's uncanny. I've downright needed you in ways I've never needed another man. Fuck, I just hope this goes as planned. Ok, so I really don't have much of a plan. I guess I'll just hafta hope this...goes. Whatever happens, I just want from you what you're willing to give to me. I want you. Just you. Ok, so I've landed. Now what? Oh yeah, a taxi. It's late. I probably should have taken an earlier flight. You might not even be home. You might be out fucking one of the many girls you never tell me about. Don't worry...I'm not stupid...I know they exist. A man like you can't go without a piece of ass for too long. In a way, of course, I envy them because they've had you. More so, though, I pity them because they're not me. C'mon, we both know anything less than me just won't do. I know I'm what you ache for on those lonely nights. Yeah, I definitely pity the girl that tries and inevitably fails to satisfy you. You're certainly a man of high standards...standards that very few women will ever be able to live up to...standards that you already know I can deliver. After driving for almost an hour, I arrive in front of your apartment building. Nicer than I expected, to be honest. I can see why you moved. As I pay the driver and grab my bag, I realize that this is probably really bad timing. I quickly convince myself that you're not home...that you've gone out for the night...that I'm in for many hours of sitting on your doorstep and waiting on you. I hope I'm wrong...I've waited long enough as it is. I take a deep breath and make my way deliberately towards your porch. I can literally hear my heart beating in my head...it's pounding like never before. I can't believe I'm here. I can't believe I'm about to meet you...well, maybe, assuming you are home. I stop and check my lipstick one more time...my soft pink lips look ready to be kissed and I'm hoping you take advantage of that quickly. I've got a full head of auburn curls...for once, they fall gracefully at my shoulders instead of becoming a frizzy mess. I straighten my black blouse to be sure that my tits are showing nicely. It's unbuttoned just enough to reveal my large D cups begging to tumble over the top of my push-up bra. My wide legged grey slacks and black heels add sophistication. Who am I kidding, though? I'm not here to show you my sophistication. Nonetheless, I've arrived. I'm officially standing on your doorstep. As I reach up to ring the doorbell, I notice my hand visibly shaking. I'm so fuckin' nervous! I take a deep breath and somehow manage to press the button. Several moments pass and I don't hear anything from your side of the door. No stirring...no running to see who's at the door. As I suspected, you're probably not home. Then it hits me. Oh fuck! Maybe you ARE home, but you're busy. You could very well have "company"...my supposed competition could be in your bed at this very moment! I freak myself out with that thought and prepare to turn and leave. Where the hell I'm gonna go, I don't know. But, suddenly, I hear the lock click. I turn back around, purse my lips together, and stand up straight as the door swings open. Wow. There you are. You're hotter than I remembered. I've seen pictures of you, sure, but they didn't do you justice. I knew you weren't short, but you're indeed TALL. You're not terribly muscular, which I like, but you're toned. Your long-ish hair is wet, dripping down, and covering your eyes. You've obviously just gotten out of the shower. All you have on is a pair of unbuttoned jeans...the same jeans I've pictured rumpled up on my bedroom floor a time or two. "Can I help you?" you ask, barely looking at me as you attempt to dry your head off with a towel. "I think so," I answer with a smile. "I'm taking a survey." "Oh, I'm not interested," you say politely as you take a step back and prepare to close the door. "Are you sure? I'm just tryin' to find out if guys who are really great phone fucks are as good in person as they claim to be." You stop dead in your tracks and finally look up at me. Your eyes narrow. You stare at me for several moments, looking me up and down. Finally, your mouth gapes open and you drop the towel at your feet. I can practically see your mind racing. "Oh fuck...Lore?!" "The one and only." "What are you doin' here?" "Apparently, I'm interrupting your plans." "Well, I wasn't expecting company...and I CERTAINLY wasn't expecting you." You're obviously still dumbfounded...which, of course, I'm enjoying. "Expect the unexpected," I say with a giggle. You step onto your front porch and just stare at me for what feels like endless moments. All I can do is stare back. Damn, you do have the most beautiful blue eyes I've ever seen in my entire life. Finally, you lean down and pick up the bag that I'd dropped at my feet, but never take your eyes off me. I get nervous as your eyes linger on me, but I manage to follow you inside. As you set my bag down, you close the door behind me. I find myself up against the entryway wall with you standing in front of me...still staring. "I still can't believe you're here." "Believe it." To my surprise, you brazenly run your hand along the top of my breast. My breath catches in my throat. You smile and look up at me. Our eyes lock. I bite my lower lip. You've gotta show me who's boss right outta the gate, eh? You're unbelievable...but, lucky for you, I like unbelievable. Your hands travel upward...you reach up and caress my face as you stare into me. Not at me...into me. I knew it. I knew you'd have that ability. You don't just stare into my eyes, no. You stare straight through me...into my heart, my soul. I knew that about you. It's part of why I found myself so drawn to you. Admittedly, I never expected to crave someone so badly from just talking to them over the phone. Now that I'm standing in front of you, though, and I feel your hands on me for the first time, I know my instincts about you were correct...all of them. You lean in and kiss my shoulder lightly. My heart's still pounding...my brain's in shut-down mode. Fuck, I want you. Your kisses continue up my neck sending goosebumps down my spine. "I guess in the interest of your survey I should attempt to prove myself," you whisper huskily against my ear. Somehow I manage to get my brain active again. "Then what are we doing here in the entryway?" I whisper back in a surprisingly cool tone. I even surprised myself with that response. You, however, don't waste a minute. You stand up straight and smile down at me. You hair is still slightly dripping wet. I watch as a few water droplets make their way down your gorgeous face...down your cheekbone, along the ridge of your nose, down those perfectly luscious lips of yours. And goddamn, you are tall! Quite a bit taller than me, in fact, and I'm not a small girl. You take my hand in yours and lead me further into your apartment. I assume we're heading towards your bedroom...or, at least, I hope so. "It looks as though you were getting ready to go out," I somewhat inquire, knowing you probably won't give me a straight answer. You never do. You stop and turn back towards me, pulling me into your arms. You kiss my lips hard. Your tongue forces its way past my lips and slides over mine. It feels as though you're staking your claim on me. Our first kiss takes my breath away, but doesn't appear to affect you as much. Appearances can be deceiving, though, and I'm guessing you're the deceptive type when you wanna be. You do, however, look quite excited. "My plans just changed," you say coyly, not divulging any details. That's so like you. You're such a pain in the ass sometimes...but that's part of why I'm so attracted to you. Finally, you pull me into your bedroom. I take a quick look around. Pretty simple...bed, chest of drawers, night table. There's a small lamp on in the corner that gives off very little light. The room is dim and actually somewhat romantic. Let's face it, though...right now we're not after romance. Right now, feeling your naked body move against mine is first on my agenda...ok, maybe second after the incredible teasing you're about to undergo, of course. (Yet another thing you didn't think I would be able to do...just you wait, lover.) Standing at the side of your bed now, you pull me to you again and kiss me. Softer this time, to my surprise. You're so sensual. I can feel your fingertips on the curves of my breasts as you reach up to unbutton my blouse. As you pull away from my lips leaving me wanting more, your eyes linger at my chest and you continue to undress me. When you undo the last button, your hand glides up my chest and over my shoulders, slowly pushing my shirt off me and onto the floor. Now you're staring into me again...yes, into me. I can feel it. I close my eyes and try to remember to breathe. My heart jumps with excitement...with lust...with more. God, I need this. I need to give myself to you completely...right now. But I can't. I've learned my lesson in doing such a thing. Now that I'm here, I've got to play this smart. I've got to tease you. I can't let you have everything you desire...not yet. You deserve this, ya know. You deserve to have the tables turned around on you. You're always in control. Well, honey, this is my little adventure and we're gonna do things my way for a change. "Tsk, tsk, tsk," I say, waving a finger between us. "What?" "Take your jeans off." "Already? I like the way you think!" you exclaim in that oh-so-dorky way you have about you that somehow gets me every time. I giggle as you quickly pull them off and kick them aside. Oh fuck...there it is. Your cock. It's...it's...well, I'll admit...it's fucking perfect. Not too big, not too small. It's gonna feel like heaven sliding inside me, I just know it. My eyes are glued to it. You see me lick my lips. "It's not like you haven't seen this before," you say with a smirk, giving your cock a few strokes. Yeah, I had, that's true. Your naughty self sent me a few pictures of your hard dick. But, seeing it in person, just inches away, knowing I could reach out finally and feel your hot skin...that changed everything. I'd noticed that your cock was already half hard when you kissed me in the living room, but now, it was getting really stiff as you stared at me and stroked it. Damn, I didn't wanna slow play this, but I knew it was my only option. It was what I had to do. I didn't say anything about your comment. Instead, I pushed you down roughly onto your bed and looked at you through smoldering eyes. "Are you attempting to take charge, Lorie?" you ask with a chuckle. As usual, you don't take me seriously. "Lay down flat, hands above your head, and shut the fuck up," I demand. This took you by surprise, but you did it anyhow. You easily give up control without a fight and, to be honest, I was shocked. Although, I knew it was mostly just because you wanted me and you wanted me now. That's the only reason you'd pretend to play by my rules...at least for a short while. I also knew, however, that you'd take control of the situation when you needed to and take from me what you wanted. The very thought of you in control of me made my cunt even wetter. I stood at the side of your bed for a long moment taking all of this in...the scent of your apartment, of you. I gazed at your entire naked body from head to toe. Damn you're beautiful, just as I knew you'd be. From the icy blue shade of your eyes to the curve of your shoulders to the mole on your abdomen to the strength in your long legs. You are truly amazing. It's all I can do to keep myself from straddling you and allowing your cock to fill me up right this very second. Instead, though, I step out of my heels and kick them aside as I unbutton my dress pants. You smile up at me as you watch me undress myself. Again our eyes lock and I feel the heat between us. Damn, I thought it'd been powerful on the phone, but in person, it was almost more than I could take! After long moments, I allow my pants to fall down my long, curvy legs, leaving me standing there in just my black silk push-up bra and matching panties. You smile as you finally see my black silk panties and my bare legs. Damn, that sexy as smile. I'd heard you smile many times (yes, you can hear someone smile), but to actually witness the curve of your lips, that slight dimple in your cheek, and that gleam in your eye sent shivers down my spine. "C'mere," you say in that sexy, husky voice that you use to get to me. Not this time, darlin'. "I will...when I'm damn well ready," I inform you. "Bitch," you growl. You know bitch is my "button word", but it's not going to work this time. If I'm in relative control of myself with you naked right in front of me, then I can make it through you calling me bitch. Although, I will admit...hearing you growl that word did make my cunt wetter still. I run my hands down my body...over my curves. I leisurely caress my breasts with my fingertips. You watch on in what looks to be disbelief...your eyes wide, your mouth wide open. You probably can't believe I'm actually here and almost naked at the foot of your bed, can you? I can't believe I'm here, either. We've waited for this for so long, so I don't want to rush it. (Well, I've been waiting for it...you've been avoiding it for some ungodly reason. Fool!) However, as my hands travel from my breasts and down my sides, I find my thumbs in the waistband of my silk panties. I see you shut your mouth and raise an eyebrow in anticipation. You're obviously dying to catch a glimpse of my cunt. Oh, you're gonna love it, that much I'm sure of. I can see the impatience on your face, but I've gotta have a lil' fun with you. I slowly run my thumbs along the inside of my waistband several times. You hiss. Oh...a little frustrated, are we? Good! I pull my panties off my hip on one side. Your head bobs up quickly, so I pull my panties back up. "Tsk, tsk, tsk," I say with my hands on my hips. "I told you to lay flat." You grumble, but swiftly do as you're told. Your eyes never leave my body, though. You're dying to see more. I love it! I love having control over you sometimes. It's such a high...especially since you know how to control me in return. You do. You can control me like no one else can. But...not right now. Right now, it's my turn to have some fun with you, and I'm not wasting a second of it. I do eventually let my panties fall off my hips and slide down my silky legs. Your breath gets caught in your throat. I kick them aside and just stand there with my hands on my hips as you stare at my smoothly waxed pussy. It's glistening with my juices at this point, I can feel it...and I'm sure you've already taken note of it as well. God, I love to watch you writhe. You're actually struggling to not touch me...I can see it in your eyes. That's so fucking hot. Nonetheless, you continue doing as instructed...keeping your hands above your head, even holding onto the headboard. Finally, I move onto the bed. I keep my legs spread wide as my knees dig into the mattress. I pucker my lips at you and wink. You growl in return. I can't help but giggle. I bend my head and kiss the tip of your toe. I hear you moan at my smallest touch. You're already dying, aren't you? Oh yeah...this is gonna be really fun for me, I can tell. I begin kissing up your foot...up your calf...up your thigh. Small, wet kisses that I can imagine linger on your hot skin even after I've moved upward. Your skin on fire! I bet it's tingling. I move down again and begin at the toe on your other foot. This time, I lick my way upward. You watch my every move as you moan deep in your throat. You cast your eyes downward and look not at my tongue, but at my tits. You can feel the silk of my bra touching the insides of your leg, can't you? It's a small thing, but the feeling must be very heightened given the circumstances. It must be driving you mad! I almost feel guilty for torturing you so...almost, but not really. You love it and hate it all at once. I can tell every one of my touches is magnified given the desperate want we've both been suffering all these years. We're way past due for this pleasure. Oh, How the Tide Turns! After licking slowly all the way up your other leg, I continue to crawl up your body. I don't give your cock any attention at this point, though. We're not there yet. I'm not done teasing you. Besides, you haven't earned the privilege of having my tongue there yet. (I warned you I was good at this.) Your cock is so hard, though, that it springs up and inadvertently rubs between my tits. I'm staring up at you as I slink up the length of your body. I feel your cock rub against me and against the silk of my push-up bra...I hear you sigh. Almost more than you can take, eh? I lean down and kiss up your stomach, up your chest. Slow, light, sensual kisses. My chest rubs against your skin just behind my kisses. I make my way further up your body. My lips brush against your collarbone. I lick up your neck. You moan again, loudly this time. As I lick across your jaw, I glance up at you. You look so fucking turned on, even I can't believe it. My arms are outstretched and locked at your sides. My entire body is hovering over you now. My mouth just inches above yours. I breathe against you. I can hear your breathing speed up. My tits, still secured in my bra, hover just above your nipples. My hips are arched upward...my cunt above, but not touching, your harder-than-hard cock. "Kiss me," you whisper. "Nooooo," I whisper back. "Please," you plead, staring into my eyes. Damn, it kills me to see you longing. I want to give myself to you...I desperately want you to have me. But I can't...not yet. I do give you something though...I can't bare not to. I push myself upwards off your chest. I look into your eyes as I reach behind me, unclasping my bra and gingerly letting it fall from my shoulders. I pull it the rest of the way down and discard it on the floor with the rest of my clothes, revealing to you my large, round breasts and rock hard nipples. You gasp. I smile. You start to reach for me, but I anticipate and lunge forward first. I grab your wrists and pin you to the bed. My tits swing out between us, just below your chin. Your frustration wells up to new levels. "Damn it, Lore! I want you already!" "I'll let you know when you can have me...it's not time yet, though." You growl again...even more frustrated than before. Keeping your arms pinned beneath me now, I lower myself back over you. My mouth again hovers just above yours...you can feel my hot breath against your lips. My tits now bare against your chest...my hard nipples grazing your sensitive skin. My hips arched once more...my wet cunt hovering above your harder than hard dick. The air is so thick with lust and desire, it truly is hard to breathe. We ache for each other, that much is obvious. And it's growing. It's getting worse. It's becoming more of a desperate need...just as I'd hoped. "Baby," you whisper to me, trying to lean up to kiss my lips. "Honey," I whisper back as I pull away from you. My pussy had been soaking wet for quite awhile...from the moment I saw your face, to be quite honest. Given the position of my body, I knew it was only a matter of time before some of my wetness dripped down onto you. I couldn't wait for this to happen. I knew it'd drive you crazy. I knew you'd be..."Aaaaahhhhhh!" you growl in severe frustration. Oh, it happened! When I heard you growl like that, I knew my juices had dripped from my cunt, hitting the target...your dick. You could almost hear the sizzle as my creamy wetness made contact with your hard, hot cock. I bet you can feel the entire path of my wetness as the droplets of my juice make their way down the length of your shaft. You feel my juices dripping downward toward your balls, don't you? You begin to writhe beneath me. The ache growing stronger...the need welling up inside you. You lean up to kiss my lips again but I pull my head back once more. You look angry, but I smile anyway. "I want you NOW," you claim through gritted teeth. "I know," I say, mildly. "I'm serious!" "I know," I say again with a soft smile. I lean down and blow hot breath against your ear. I let out a small, satisfactory moan. You growl once more, deep in your throat. I look up into your eyes again...they're on fire! Damn, I love you this way. Pent up...ready to explode. It's so fucking sexy. I kiss your neck very lightly, barely touching you. You flinch not expecting me to finally touch you. I flick my tongue out against your hot skin. You're steamy hot. I lick my way down your neck...down your shoulder...down your chest leaving a trail of wetness on your already damp skin. I reach your lower abdomen and look up at you. "Please," you whisper. Your eyes, longing. It kills me, but I continue. I smile and lick back up your chest. You sigh, frustrated. Again, I hover over you. My lips even closer to yours this time...mere centimeters from a soft, sensual kiss. My tits swinging out beneath me...my rock hard nipples grazing your chest, now wet from my tongue. Your cock, harder than ever, brushes slightly against my wet pussy lips. You squeeze your eyes shut tight and breathe in hard...taken aback by how good I feel against you. "Please," you whisper again. This time, you sound downright desperate. God, that fucking turns me on. "Please what?" I say, sounding unaffected. "Please, Lore...I...want...you...now," you manage through your deep, panting breath. "What do you want exactly, love?" I tease. "You." "Just me?" "All of you...NOW!" "Patience was never your strong suit." "You're being a bitch," you growl angrily this time. Silly...you know that'll just turn me on even more. "You like it." "Not right now I don't." "Yup...even now," I say. I know you. I know you're getting off on this as much as I am. Sure you're frustrated, but at the same time you love it. You love it when I tease you...push you to your limits...drive you insane. I feel merciful, though. I close my eyes and lean in, kissing you ever so lightly on your full, luscious lips. "Mmmmmmmm," you moan. It was so quick, though, that you're still moaning even after I've pulled back and looked down at you again. "More," you whisper. "No." "Yes." "No." "Lore, c'mon, please!" "I love to hear you beg like my little bitch," I say as I release your wrists. Like a good little boy, after I released you from my grasp, you put your hands above your head again without me even having to ask you to do so. You follow instructions well, I'll give you that. Like I said, I know you're getting off on this. I also know, however, that you have your limits...and I suspect, you've almost reached them. "Cunt." "You want my cunt." "I want it bad." "I know...I like that about you." "Give it to me." "I'm cunt-sidering it," I joke. "NOW! I'm serious!" I ignore you. I move up your body slightly so that my tit now hovers just above your lips. Your eyes widen. Damn, you look so hungry...like you're about to devour me. I can't say I hadn't pictured that look a thousand times before because I have. But to witness it with my own two eyes...priceless. You lift your head and your tongue flicks out. But just before you're able to capture my nipple between your lips, I pull away from you. "Lore! C'mere! NOW!" "Ah, ah, ah...now what did I tell you about being patient?" "Fuck patience!" "That's not the right answer, darlin'." Your legs kick out a bit beneath me in sheer frustration. It's really welling up inside you now, isn't it? Mmmm...I'm indeed enjoying this. "I'll let you suck my tit...under one condition." "What?" you ask with the disdain of a spoiled child. "You say please." "Please!" you respond quickly. "Say it nicely." Your eyes shift. They become softer. You seem to realize it's time to play the game. See, I knew you were a more than willing participant. In a soft, low voice, you say, "Baby...please...let me suck it. I want to pleasure you. Don't you want me to?" Oh, nice! Trying to turn my own game around on me, are ya? Good try, but no...it's not gonna work. "Maybe," I answer coyly. "Maybe?" "Yeah...maybe." "Please, Lore...please." You're practically begging...and you look up at me with the biggest puppy dog eyes. Ok, so that does work. I lower my body down. My nipples are stiff...hard as rocks. I move closer to you until finally you capture my left nipple between your lips. We simultaneously moan in desperate relief. My eyes close and I toss my head back. I lose myself to you momentarily and my hips thrust into you. You hard cock pushes against the outer lips of my cunt. You feel my hot wetness and you groan deep in your throat. I realize my "mistake" and quickly pull my hips up. I open my eyes and look down at you. You're already looking up at me...your eyes smiling. You liked that, eh? Ok, so, you threw me off my game a little, but don't expect too much more of it. You stare at me as you suckle my breast. I feel your tongue swirl around my taut nipple. I become enthralled watching your powerful jaw clench as you taste me. Finally, your eyes close. You look so...well...sweet. You look content and peaceful. You look satisfied. I can't have that! Not yet! I sit up quickly and my tit jerks out of your mouth. Your teeth scrape against me. I'm half tempted to give it back to you and beg you to do that again it felt so fucking good. I don't, though. I just stare at you. You look up at me, pouting. Now THAT'S more like it! "Come...here," you demand. I shake my head. "Come...back...here...now." I shake my head again, defiantly. "I'm gonna take what I want in the long run...you know that." I nod. "So, why not just give it to me now?" "What's the fun in that?" "Bitch." I smile. You smile back. Damn, I love this. "You're gonna pay for teasing me...you know that, right?" "Mmmm hmmmm." "Will it have been worth it?" "Definitely." "I'm tired of the teasing...I want you...and you know I'm the type that takes what he wants." "I know." "Then c'mere," you say, pulling me towards you. I jerk back. "No." "I've had enough of this!" "Already? Ok," I say as I scoot off of you and sit on the side of the bed. I reach down and gather my clothes up in my arms. You lean up and look at me. "What the hell are you doing?" "Getting dressed...you said you've had enough of me already," I tease. Don't worry...I realize I'm pushing my luck at this point. To my surprise, though, you grab me and pull me on top of you in one quick motion. My back is against your chest and I'm sprawled out on top of your body...completely exposed. I start to wiggle so I can turn over and face you, but you hold me hard against your body. I let myself go limp against you. I decide to try a different tactic because at this point I'm suddenly dying to kiss you. I guess I, too, have had enough of my own game. Besides, I realize that you're about to take control. Actually, you already have. I see that my teasing time is up. "Ya know what drives me really crazy?" "Me," I quip. "Yes, you...of course you. But there's one scenario that we used to talk about that used to drive me crazier than all the others." "Oh? Which one is that?" "Just like this. You on top of me...your back to my chest. Me, pinching your nipple and rubbing your clit...fucking up into you...making you scream and moan as I bite your neck. That thought always drove me crazy. We always came quite hard to that scene, remember?" I turn my head slightly as it rests on your shoulder so I can look up at you. I can see your eyes looking down at me, waiting for a response. I breathe in hard as I realize your lips are mere inches from mine. I smile. "No...no, I don't recall anything like that." "You don't?!" "No...you'll hafta remind me," I say in a throaty voice as I wink. I manage to turn myself on I sounded so sexy, so I can only imagine how crazy you must be going! You don't say anything, though. You don't even smile. I'd paved the way for you to finally fuck me and you weren't about to hesitate. I swear, within the next few seconds your cock was inside me. I feel every millimeter enter me as you push your hips up off the bed, pull my hips down onto you, and impale me. It's better than even I expected...and I had you pegged for some Adonis or sex god of some sort. My cunt is soaking wet (as it always is where you're concerned), but your cock is still snug inside me. We're more sexually perfect for each other than even I had envisioned. Finally, when you are all the way inside me, you lay still. I listen to you breathe, feeling your chest rise and fall beneath me. I enjoy the feeling of your perfect cock lodged inside my soft wetness. Your fingertips brush up and down my chest and stomach ever so lightly. Your lips find their way up and down my shoulder with sensual, velvety kisses. Soon, though, I feel your hips lower back onto the bed and your cock slowly escapes from within me. I realize immediately that I feel so empty without you inside me. I knew I couldn't wait for more, so I ease my hips downward over you and take you inside me again. A small moan escapes your lips, followed by a slight guffaw. You love the fact that I need more apparently...that I'm succumbing to your whims. You reward me by reaching up and rolling my nipples between your thumbs and fingers. Grabbing my breasts with your rough, very capable hands, you massage them for what seemed an endless amount of time. I revel in every touch...in every breath...in everything. I've wanted this for so long...I've waited for you for so long...and you were finally mine...at least for these precious few moments. You push your hips up into me again. I moan in ecstasy. Every touch is intense. Every desire, magnified. Your fingers trace their way down to my clit and begin rubbing soft, slow circles over it. I quickly believe I'm going to die from sheer pleasure. Can one die from sheer pleasure? Apparently not, as I am still here. However, if one could, I would have. We'd cum to this scenario many, many times. (Which, of course, I do recall...in great detail, actually, despite what I told you.) We've talked about how things would go...but this feels better than I ever imagined. You're biting at my neck just as you said you would. One of your hands is pinching my nipple...the other is fingering my clit just as you promised. Your hips are bucking upward against me...hard and fast just like I knew they would. Of all the times we've had outstanding phone sex, none even came close to the real thing. In fact, nothing I've ever experienced compares to this...to the feeling your lips, of your teeth against my hot, sweaty skin...to your caresses on my most sensitive of sexual places...you knowing just how and when to touch me...to the motion of your hips and feeling the way your cock fills me up as your balls slap against my bare ass. Sex DOES NOT get any better than this. Just when I think things are finally going somewhere, I feel you push against my back as though you're trying to push me off of you. Shortly thereafter, I realize you ARE pushing me off of you. "What are you doing?!" I ask, sounding slightly irritated. "Get on all fours," you demand, scooting out from beneath me and standing impatiently beside the bed. I quickly rise to my knees, scoot to the side of the bed, and hunch down on all fours. "Good girl," you say, taking a handful of my hair and drawing my head back towards you, forcing my body to arch into yours. "I've thought about fucking your ass many times, bitch...and now it's mine!" My heart jumps. I'm so excited! I can't believe I'm about to feel that glorious cock inside my tightest hole. I look over my shoulder at you...watching as you stroke your rock hard dick. It's glistening with my juices. You gaze down at me. Our eyes lock. I can't breathe. I'm frozen, simply watching you. You let go of my hair and casually walk around to the other side of the bed. I watch you, quite perplexed. It's not until you're standing in front of me, gazing down at me, and stroking your cock with that devilish grin of yours that I realize what you want. You want your cock in my mouth...I get it. However, I don't move. I wait for you. I force you to tell me what you're after instead of accommodating you. (And don't even try to tell me that you don't just love it...I KNOW you do!) You stroke yourself several more times and stare at me before you finally say, "Are you a good little cocksucker or aren't you?" "You know I am." I knew what you were going to say, but hearing it was music to my ears. "Prove it." I move forward and lie flat on my stomach, never taking my eyes off yours. I don't touch your cock, though, as your hands move away. It's so hard it guides itself to my lips. I flick my tongue out across the tip and you moan like you're already dying in ecstasy...and to think, I've barely touched you yet. Leisurely, I curl my tongue and lap around your girth...long, deliberate licks...torturous licks all around the head of your pulsing cock. "More," you breathe. I give in a bit. I lick my way down the length of your shaft right down to your balls. After licking across your balls and taking turns sucking them into my mouth and rolling them off my tongue, I lick back up your shaft again. I'm just about to lick the head of your cock again when suddenly you grab a fistful of my hair and RAM your cock inside my mouth, impaling my throat. Before I can object (not that I would, nor would I want to), you're fucking my mouth. Your hips move forward hard and fast. Your balls slap upward against my chin. Even though you're currently in command, I do my best to show you my superior cocksucking skills. I apply a hard, smooth pressure to your shaft with my full, pouty lips. My tongue, flattened out beneath your hardness, flicks upward and around your shaft in fast, swift motions for added sensation. Every so often, I allow my teeth to scrape against your skin slightly, adding a dimension of minimal pain to the pleasure. "Oh...god...yes...." you cry. I look up at you and your head is tilted all the way back...your eyes, closed. You've let go of your tight grip on my hair and I feel it fall from your fingertips. You're losing yourself to me and I love it. (Yup, I definitely feel for sorry for all those lame bitches that came before me. I can tell by your body language that I'm the best you've had, the best you'll ever have...and I know it.) I reach around and dig my fingernails into your ass, drawing your dick further into my throat. I feel you bottom out against the back of my throat...the head of your perfect cock practically choking me. Needless to say, my cunt gets wetter now than I ever thought was possible. Before I can finish you off, though, you somehow manage to come back down to reality. You grab my hair again and pull my mouth off your cock. I don't go willingly of course...I was hoping to taste you, to feel your hot cum slide down my throat. "No, no, no, no! It can't happen like this," you say, walking back around to the far side of the bed again. "What? Why not?" "Get up on all fours again!" you demand as you quickly make your way around to the far side of the bed once more. I get back up and scoot to the side of the bed where you're standing. Again, in position on all fours, I turn and look over my shoulder at you. Without another word, your eyes are on mine again. Never looking away, you grab my hips and line your cock up with my puckered hole, slamming your cock full force into my ass. I cry out in pain. Your thick rod impaling me hurt in that first moment...it hurt so fucking good. You pull out slowly, watching every inch emerge, then slam it in again...a wave of pleasure I've never before felt rushes through my body. As my body arches with undescribable new pains and pleasures, my fists ball up and I grab handfuls of your bedsheet beneath me. My arms are outstretched and locked under me, my legs holding firm...I use my limbs and force my entire body back against you. As your cock thrusts forward, I slam my entire body back against you and we meet somewhere in the middle. My ass is high up in the air...my belly low...my shoulders back. You own me at this moment...and you very much aware of it. Moreover, I know you love it more than you thought you would. I can feel it. Just like so many other times, we don't need words...we just know. Oh, How the Tide Turns! I feel your body lower onto me. Before I realize what's happening, I feel two of your fingers inside me. I let out a desperate moan of relief. "Mmmm...you like that baby? You like my cock in your ass and my fingers in your slippery cunt?" "Yessssssssss," I hiss. You moan against my ear. You know...that moan you do when you're terribly turned on. It's not a moan exactly...it's more of a moan/grunt kinda thing. Whatever it is, I love it. That's when you're at your best. I look over my shoulder briefly to see the fire in your eyes. Yup...just as I'd pictured you would be. Sexy as hell, fiery, thirsty for more. Luckily, I'm your beverage of choice. "Bitch," you growl in that low tone. "You're a fuckin' slut. A fuckin' bitch if I've ever seen one. You're a cocksucking little whore!" I whimper. I don't even remember doing it, so I must've lost myself for a moment, but I certainly do hear it escape my lips. I feel your fingers move deeper inside my cunt. You're spreading my lips apart, exposing me to the cool, crisp air of your bedroom. My nipples are rock hard as my tits swing out beneath me. Inside I'm on fire...outside, I'm shivering. I ignore it, though, as I feel your fingers linger against my clit. You're simply pressing down on my clit...not moving your fingers in the hard, fast circles that you know will get me off. "You wanna cum, bitch?" you ask, your cock barely moving in and out of my tight ass. "Yes," I cry. "Say please." "Please," I whisper. "C'mon, you can do better than that, slut," you say, nonchalantly. "Beg for it like you mean it." "Please...please...PLEASE!" "Please what?" "Make me cum...please." You laugh against my ear, then I feel you stand up. You're still behind me, and I wonder what you're up to until I feel your left leg move onto the bed beside my hip. I feel your left arm move around my waist to steady the both of us. Before I realize what you're planning exactly, you suddenly begin slamming yourself roughly into my ass again. At the same time, your right hand moves beneath me, finds my clit, and you begin rubbing in the hard, fast circles you know make me cum hard every time. I try to buck back against you, to fuck you back, but you hold me still. You're in total control of me, just like you like it. I stay on all fours, of course, and just let you have your way with me. I let you win. Finally, I give myself to you with complete willingness. Your hard, thick cock slams in and out of my tight asshole. I try to constrict it as best I can control, making it suction around your girth. I know it's working because I hear a moan escape your lips each time I do it. Your fingers moving in tight circles around my stiff clit. I feel you lean against me. You begin to fuck me harder...faster. Your fingers move faster against me. "Cum...for...me...bitch," you growl through gritted teeth. I've never had this happen before, but right on cue, I cum for you. My body gives up the fight and I let you have what you want...me...all of me. My entire body shudders in orgasm. I feel waves and waves roll through me like never before. I grip the sheets beneath me harder and growl as I try to ride through my orgasm and fuck back against your dick. I scream as I cum. My mind races. My body shivers nonstop. My ass tightens around your cock. "Oh fuck...." I hear you moan as I'm riding the last wave of my cum. I suddenly feel you stand up straight, your fingers grip harshly on my hips. You slam against my ass harder than ever. "Fucking yessssssssssssssssss!" you scream. Before I know it, I feel a warm, liquid sensation inside my ass. Your cum drains from your balls and fills me up. You ride your orgasm out, bucking against me slower and slower until your balls are fully emptied. You ever so carefully pull yourself from within me and I collapse onto the bed, panting. My eyes are closed. The only sound I hear in the room is your panting. I concentrate on you. It's a beautiful sound. "That was...wow," you finally say. "Uh-huh," is all I manage, still not moving or opening my eyes. "I need another shower. Care to join me?" "Uh-huh," I say again. We shower together in silence...simply washing our bodies, stealing occasional glances at each other's nakedness, and a grin as our eyes meet once in awhile. You get out first, towel off, and leave my towel on the sink. A few minutes later, I return to the bedroom where you're lying on the bed, still naked. "C'mere," you say, holding your arms out to me. I reach down and begin putting on my clothes without saying a word. "Oh no ya don't...you're not allowed to get dressed...that's my final answer!" "I've gotta go," I say as I hurriedly pull my clothes back on. You sit up in bed like a shot. "Go? What do you mean you've gotta go?!" "Exactly what I said...I've gotta go." "But why?!" God, this is the hardest thing I've ever had to do. I, myself, almost can't believe that I'm doing it. But, I know I must follow through with what I planned...it's my only way out of this mess. "Do you want me to stay?" "Of course!" "Do you wanna fuck me again?" "Definitely!" you say, sitting on the edge of the bed now with your legs spread and your cock half hard once more. "How long do you want me here?" "As long as I can have you." "But you can't have me." "Why the hell can't I?!" "Honey...baby...suga," I say going over to the bed and cupping your face in my hands as I stare down at you. I almost back out as you gaze up at me with those icy blue eyes, but somehow, I manage to continue. "Remember all those nights I wanted you so badly? Remember all those times when I told you how much I needed you? Remember how you wouldn't give yourself to me?" "But, Lore, that was in the past. That was just phone sex. This is real life! Now that I've had you, I want more! I've GOT to have more!" you practically beg as you pull me closer towards you. "We all want things we can't always have," I inform you, kissing you lightly on the forehead as I pull away. I step into my high-heeled shoes again, now fully dressed. "I will admit, it is lovely to hear you beg for a change." "I don't understand, Lore. What are you saying?" "What I'm saying, dearest, is now you've had me. Now you see how real I am. Now you want me more than anything else you've ever wanted your entire life." "All true," you agree, the longing returning to your eyes. "Ok, good...so...now...I'm leaving," I say, coldly. Without another word, I turn, walk out of your apartment, and leave. I leave for good. I leave forever. You see, this was my plan all along...to show you how it feels. Now you see? You see how it feels to truly want me as badly as I used to want you? This is the only way I could completely make you understand where I've been. Now, I can finally get over you once and for all. I've left you wanting and needing like you've done to me so many times before. I've taken the ULTIMATE control. I can't deny...it does feel empowering. See, I told you I wasn't weak. I told you I'd take what I wanted, and what I wanted was for you to want me. And now that you do, I'm finished with you for good. You weren't expecting that, were you? This is quite a surprising change of events, eh? That was the last I ever saw of you. I'll never forget the look on your face as I left your apartment that day. You stood there in your living room, a pillow over your crotch, looking dumbfounded as I grabbed my bag and walked out the door...now THAT was priceless! Who's in control now, bitch? Oh yes...how the tide turns!