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A Fantasy For Her

By: RazeByFire



Where do I begin? I don't want to assume too much, but you did say that you wouldn't mind if I wrote a fantasy as long as I let you read it. If it seems corny or something, try not to laugh. You are really the first person, outside my best friend, to read something I have written in front of me. And I've known him for over a decade. I have some stuff on the net, but a live audience is different. Just think of these pages as being a part of me. That may sound strange, but I have been hurt when people use what I write. But I trust you more than most people. And I barely know you. It's really weird for me. 

Enough of this morose stuff, on with the smut! And remember, this is just a fantasy. 

* * * * *

We have both known that we are going to be together pretty much since this started, but I am kind of slow. And I like the anticipation. We kiss and touch a lot, everywhere we go. We must have missed half the movies we have seen, just being so lost in kissing. Barton Springs was interesting. It was the first time I hade seen you in a bathing suit. Sure I had seen more, but it's different in public. So I just had to suffer. Even then I wasn't ready. You made it quite plain that the only stopping me was... me. But still I resisted. 

The only time you have tried to get me to boot scoot was, to tell the truth, more fun than I would like to admit. Maybe I'll let you convince me again. If you'll bowl again.

Now that was fun. I don't guess that it helped your ego any when you slipped and fell. Not even when I told you that I did the exact same thing when I first went. It was then that I decided to make a move. I have sensed that you are waiting on me. Quickly reviewing our schedules in my head I realize that you and I both have the next day off. Plenty of time. I have had everything I need for this for a week, just waiting for the right time to suggest that we go to my place. Even my roommates are out. 

The butterflies in my stomach must have multiplied like rabbits. I managed to push them aside long enough to ask you in at almost the last second. Your quick smile seemed to vaporize them and I find myself smiling back.

I hope I am as good as I think I am. Or at least as good as you think I am.

And suddenly, like before, all nervousness is forgotten. I am so calm that I feel like I am outside myself watching someone else. No fumbling with the keys, no tripping on the doorstep as I always to in my dreams. Just smooth.

I open the door and follow you inside. It's pretty modest, probably just the way someone might imagine a house rented by a couple of guys. But that is not what interest you. Your eyes are already searching for my room. I take you hand- "Come on, it's this way."

In my room I barely have enough time to lock the door before you are kissing me. You taste so good. You always do. But somehow we manage to slow down.

"I'm off tomorrow. And you are as well, aren't you?"

You grin. "Yes."

"Would you like to stay here tonight?"

"Maybe, with the proper motivation."

"Oh." 

My finger on your lips indicates the time for talk is over. From your lips my fingers trace down your chin to your neck and my tongue follows them to the strap of your dress. I slide them one at a time down your arm while I kiss your neck and ear. I whisper to you- "I hope that I am as good as we think I am."

You reply- "You've been doing fine so far."

As the straps go past your arms I bend down to pull the dress down to your ankles, as always, slowly. Pausing to investigate every piece of you that catches my attention with both my fingers and mouth. Little nibbles and butterfly kisses over your whole back, the backside of your knees. And your lovely, sweet, soft, warm, smooth ass. I enjoy your soft murmurs as my reward. 

I stand behind you again and whisper in your ear- "Close your eyes."

You comply as I begin to circle you, taking my time, touching you wherever your beautiful body catches my eye. Each rib, the inside of your elbow, your collarbone, my fingers linger on all this and more, but manage to avoid any of the major erogenous zones. Just the places I told you I like to touch- where bone and blood vessels are near to skin. Those places where nerves are packed tightly together. 

I kiss the hallow of your hip bones and just above, one of my most ticklish spots I have told you. Your belly button attracts my tongue, giving you another reason to giggle. 

I circle this way a few times, each time I move closer to your breasts and center, but still avoid them. Your self control is surprising. You stand still as I tease you this way, not begging once. You know that I am not teasing... ultimately I will fulfill the promise my touches make. But you do purr for me, murmur sweet praise and suggestions. You can feel my smile on your skin at each one.

Behind you again my hands venture under the constraints of your front-clasping bra to find your hardened nubs. So plump and sensitive. My fingers roll them about, twisting and tugging them. Then rubbing again with my palms. Just the right size I think. My hope is to get you so lost in my touch that you don't realize exactly when I remove your bra. Your eyes are closed and you are leaning into me, so vulnerable and sexy. Your arms are around my neck, keeping my mouth attached to the pulse point. I want to suck here, to draw blood to the surface from pressure-broken capillaries; to mark you as mine. But I am mindful of leaving marks. 

You have a job that depends on appearances. So instead my wet tongue traces the most intricate designs on the sensitive skin there, seeking the delicate salty taste of yummy, sweet-smelling girl.

I am successful, your bra drops to the floor without the slightest sign that you notice. My hands give the suggestion of pressure on your shoulders to turn you around and you comply, languidly, eyes still closed. I pull you close to me and kiss you deeply, taking more of your weight to me until I am supporting you almost entirely. I carefully maneuver us to the bed.

No fine silk sheets adorn my low bed, but it is dressed with soft cotton ones, a warm comforter, and plenty of pillows. And now I think it is the finest bed in the world, with your fantastic body splayed across it. I lay on your left side, allowing my right to caress you again, but only briefly. I speak to you again- "I need a few things. Just lie here and think pleasant thoughts."

Before I get up I give each of your nipples a kiss, a promise of the attention I plan on paying them. Then it is off to retrieve the objects I have painstakingly gathered.

Do you know how hard it is to find just the right massage oil? It must be edible, not too thick or sugary, non-staining, compatible with latex condoms, easily heated, but not oily. I also have a wand massager handy, as well as some other surprises. 

When I return I find you exactly as I left you, a dreamy smile on your face. I just can't resist another kiss, trying to keep the objects in my arms from falling. Somehow I succeed. 

I can sense that you want to know what I am doing and want to ask, but I have asked you not to talk. So I tell you about the oil, and the candles. Lighting them before I turn off the lights, I look at you again. The candlelight softens our skin, hides the blemishes present in everyone, giving your body a glow. Your eyes open as you smell the scented candles lighting, vanilla. I hope you like it. 

I have a silk scarf wrapped around one hand when I return to your side and your eyes regard me with curiosity. I touch again, dragging the scarf over your hot skin, allowing some passion to control my actions. My hands are more insistent now, more demanding, but still gentle. I want to hear you moan as I drag the silk over your body. I capture your cries with my own mouth, my tongue searching for a partner. I take your right hand, kiss each finger in turn before placing it on my own. Your fingers entwine with mine and you bring them to your mouth, returning the favor. I laugh slightly, then return to caressing you. I ask simply-"Show me where to touch you."

You catch on quickly, directing my hand to your covered treasure. I resist at the edge of your panties. "Impatient much?" 

"I've been patient. And don't think I haven't noticed that you still have all your clothes on."

"Uhho."

"Yes. Now stop teasing me." 

"I'm not sure that..."

You grab my hand suddenly, bringing it directly to the crotch of your panties. Your wet panties. "Yes. Touch me."

"Help me take them off."

Cooperation is a wonderful thing. My right hand and your left coordinate almost of their own accord, efficiently removing your t-back panties. Leaving you bare to my touch. Part of me wants to just TAKE you. Hard. I know you are ready. I can feel the evidence of that. Just plunge my fingers one at a time into your wet center, reach for you spot and just GO. But I don't. I part your thighs one at a time, just guiding them open before running my fingers from your knees all the way up to the crease of your thigh. Then I repeat this on the other side. Only then do I brush your wet sex, grazing over it with my finger tips, then the back of my fingers. Finally they take a trip inside you. You gasp as I couldn't resist starting with two fingers, giving you more width than you expected, but not any more than you can handle easily at this stage. I smirk- "I thought I might be getting predictable."

"HH-Heaven forbid."

I have to taste you. My fingers leave a shiny trail up your belly and chest, to each nipple, and finally to my mouth, allowing me to taste you. I have so missed the strong taste of a woman. And now I am again blessed with one who wants me. I am amazed by my luck. 

My fingers do not dally this time, returning quickly to the warmth they have found. My left hand is behind your neck, entwined in your hair, pulling it back with more force than I have used before. I remember what you have told me. Your neck is exposed to my lips. I can feel your deep moans here, like a large cat you growl and purr almost noiselessly. I want more. My thumb quickly seeks out your button as three fingers now plunge deep inside you, not just in and out, but all around, over and under each other, as I try to find what will give you the most pleasure.

You are closing your eyes, trying to just feel, preserving this moment for yourself. Your breath is ragged in your chest and your small, sensitive breast heave. They call for my mouth and I answer briefly, harder this time, feathery licks followed by quick, sharp bites. I want to see you cum, just for me.

You are nearly out of control now as a slight sheen of sweat covers your face, your body moves like a serpent and your sighs are growing louder and faster. Music to my ears, though if my roommates were home I might be concerned. Then again, I probably wouldn't be. Let them suffer. My heart is racing as well, and unconsciously I am pressing against you, but not enough to be of any consequence. This is a vicarious experience for me. Making you feel this way is so good for me it's almost frightening. 

I am so entranced I almost don't hear you saying my name, between breaths, not yelling it out, but calling my attention. 

"Hmm?"

"Ahh, mmm kiss me. Kiss me as I cum, please."

My mouth claims yours as you cum, your breath and cries empty into me, becoming part of me. No Hollywood film kiss here, just the sloppy wet joining of real life. Your nails mark my neck and, were it not for my shirt, I am sure you would be leaving welts on my back. But I love seeing you out of control. I am glad that you can share it with me.

I am tempted to keep going, to try to make you cum again. Just turn my fingers up to the upper wall of your pussy and press into your spot again. I think I could, but I don't. I want you to come down and tell me if I am as good as we thought I was.

Your hand moves to mine a few moments later as your breathing slows, still unable to from coherent words. My left hand has returned to caressing your face and neck, brushing your beautiful hair from your sweaty forehead. Another thing that doesn't happen in all those late-night cable movies that I wa- er... have heard come on Cinemax. But beautiful to me for just that reason. You are real. 

My fingers are still inside you, but still. Your hand rest there also, as though to restrain me from continuing, but content to allow me to stay there. I am just watching you as you come down, occasionally brushing my lips to yours, whispering how much I enjoyed bringing you to so much joy.

You languidly open your eyes, a soft smile on your lips as you move my hand from its new home and bring it to your lips. Kissing each tip you can taste yourself. Your hand caresses my cheek, your lips my neck and ears. 

"Mmmm, " you purr, "So good. I knew that you would be."

"I'm glad that someone did."

Your response is to abruptly reverse our positions as your eyes flash. "Let me show you how you make me feel."

I attempt to raise myself up. I still have things I wanted to do, but you stop me with a simple word. "Please."

So I lay down, content to allow you to do as you wish. Now I am nervous. It's one thing to please someone, to know what is going to happen. It is another to trust someone else, to allow them to have their way. I know that I am not model material, far from it. I am just, at best, average. I rely on what I hope is charm and intelligence to gain a woman's confidence. I don't go after women just to sleep with them. Why would I? How can you trust someone you just met? I have some small concern even now. But you sense my tension and with just a look, it vanishes. I know that I can trust you. 

My shoes and socks I removed already. They can get awkward on a bed. And though I don't normally, I have worn a button-up shirt and some khaki's. When I reach for your hands as they unbutton my shirt you grab them and gently place them above my head. 

"No touching. I am in control now. I want to please you."

The words give me a tingling shudder from the back of my neck all the way down. No touching the one pleasuring you. My own rules and though you haven't even really started I can now see just how hard it is to comply. But those words send a fire into me and I let all the tension and expectation go in a breath. My gaze returns to you as your eyes smile. You start again with my buttons. Your fingers are slow and steady, top to bottom. your mouth is on my neck now. It is my turn to moan. Your teeth venture out boldly, trapping delicate skin between them, wordlessly asking permission. My response it to press against you harder. It is hard to talk, but I manage to mumble- "Go ahead." It hurts and feels so good. Scary in intensity. My breath is speeding up and I am still mostly clothed. Your hands linger on my belly, my sides, ticklish here, I am holding my breath again. Your fingers sneak under my shirt and press just hard enough NOT to tickle, just caress. 

You lean more to my right side as your lips join mine again. Your nimble fingers undo my belt slowly but leave my pants button, where you can feel me hard just below. I haven't been this turned on in a long time. I lose myself in your kiss. Over, under, around, your tongue is everywhere as your breath promises -"I am going to make you feel so good, lover."

That word. It tastes like cinnamon in my head. I have lost track of my own hands, as you have. They are occupied with the sweeping curves of your back. Somewhere in the midst of all this my pants have become unbuttoned and your fingers are exploring there. For the first time your fingers touch my naked cock and it leaps toward that touch. This reminds you who is in charge and, recognizing this I return my hands to their place. You are pleased and continue to caress me for a bit before removing my shirt.

Not as easy as it seems, laying down. Put you manage very well, taking the opportunity to tease my arms by running your nails down them as your hands move inside the sleeves of my shirt. It requires some cooperation on my part, namely moving my arms out as you move your in, but we manage. And we somehow manage to keep our lips together while doing it. Knowing of my ticklishness, you move quickly to untuck my t-shirt and peel it over my head. 

Here some revenge is had as you leave it over my head and your mouth makes a trip to my nipples. "Ohh, I like that."

"I remember. Some guys are afraid to admit it."

Your teeth try here as well and my fingers claw the sheets in their efforts to remain still. You pause and ask- "Say when."

"Mmmhm."

I don't know if it hurts or feels good, but I do know that it FEELS. Intensely. Finally I manage to gasp "When." as I can feel them turn white with lack of blood. And then the contrast of your hot, soft, wily tongue and I just want to scream. Mumbling incoherently seems to be enough.

And then your mouth is moving down.

Warm lips brush over my belly. I can feel your smile and I can't help but return it. We both know where this is going, but only you know how long it's going to take to get there. My hands clench the sheets harder as I clamp my mouth shut to silence the moans and begging welling up involuntarily inside me. Only a slight moan makes it out. Your hands are busy as well, roving my chest, pinching my nipples, brushing my lips, where I wait to capture them in my teeth. Your laugh is infectious.

I lose track for a bit here, your warm, raspy tongue distracts me from noticing that you have taken my pants and boxers off. I am as naked as you are. I am nervous only as long as it takes you to return to teasing me. You are everywhere but where I want you to be most, but I am still enjoying it. It is SO hard not to beg. I will not give in. Will not. 

It takes you two minutes to break me. Your licking is more than enough. You seem to find the most sensitive parts with the precision of a guided missile. From the head to the root and back, all around, but your lips never enclose me. There is no romantic way to say blowjob. It's so naughty, nasty. And I love it. Unsatisfied with the results so far, you close in on a most sensitive spot, just under the head of my cock and flick your tongue. Once, twice, once more. I know what is going to happen. It's only a question of when I will give in. Then you pull out the stops.

As you speed up your licks your right hand is moving to my balls. I might worry a bit if you didn't keep your nails clipped to play the guitar. Your left is stroking the length of my shaft and when I look down your eyes lock to mine and the intensity there is just too much for me. I have to give in.

"Please. Please."

I expect you to relent but you surprise me. "Please do what?" For emphasis you slow your spit slick hands' stroke on me to a crawl and give it one long lick.

"Ahh. Umm, please suck my cock. Please." You pretend to ponder this as you return to a faster pace. I am only able to moan, arching my back to seek more pressure, maddeningly denied. Mustering some small amount of dignity I manage to look you in the eyes and summon some adverbs to help convince you.

"Please take me into your beautiful mouth. I want to see you with a mouthful of my cock." And then you do. So slowly that I could die... You draw it out, putting on a show for an audience of one. Not that it is enormous, but you make it seem to drag on forever. The tip is only just above your fist by an inch or so. But with my eyes closed, only feeling your sweet lips, hot breath and hands it feels like a mile. I don't know how but we seem to have communicated enough for you to know that your hands are important. 

Seeing my eyes closed, you pinch my nipple harshly and I snap back up to see your impish glare. You want my full attention. 

I break one of my rules, halfway at least. I know you like a strong hand in your hair, so I entangle my right in your curly locks. Your turn to moan and the vibration on my shaft feels wonderful, but your eyes ask what I am doing even so. You relax as I simply play at pulling it. You are still in control. This is your show. I am not going to push your head down to insist that you swallow. 


A Fantasy For Her:...



So far I have restricted myself to writing things that could, in an extremely kind universe, happen for real. But now I think I will go for something that is nearly impossible. It is a fantasy of mine, not so much because it's public but because it's the place I first met you.

* * * * * 

Here again, just a few weeks after our little 'understanding' about how I spend my time at the club. I can buy dances from anyone and I do so, but I try to be... careful. Only doing what my conscience will let me live with. And I can buy a few from you as well, though I usually don't. It seems kind of futile to me. But today I do want one. It's just my luck that your set finishes just as I have bought a dance . A two for one. Hmm, what will you do? Ignore me and move along? Get angry? I hope not. But you surprise me, sitting just behind me and to my right. My hands freeze on my chair as she comes forward against me. Is she trying to get me into trouble? 

Another surprise. I hear your voice in my ear- "Relax. Just remember that you can't take her home." I think she heard that and she laughs as I blush, saying- "She's right you know. You seem like a nice guy but you're just not my type."

"Oh thank God."

You both laugh and I blush a darker shade of red. Some women are so beautiful that I feel like they would just run me over, like a Mack truck. It's part of their attitude. A force of personality. Sometimes it bothers me a little.

As the second song ends, she whispers in my ear so even you can't hear- "But you do have soft hands." I just give a shy smile.

You quickly take the seat she leaves vacant, sitting in my lap and causing some mild alarm which is reflected in my face. "Ohh, poor baby. Did that girl leave you with a 'problem'?"

Putting as nice a face as I can on things I give a strained reply-"I don't consider it a 'problem'. Do you?"

Your hands give more of an answer than your words, squeezing my crotch before 'adjusting' the lump formed there and shifting to a more comfortable position. For me.

"How many would you like?"

"Two please."

In the space of a few seconds as the song ends I have formed a plan. One that I hope you will like. I move us further into the corner, taking note of where all the customers are. Howard is covering the door and there are very few customers. Time for me to have some fun. With you.

"Actually I'd like four." 

"Alright. Ten dollars a piece, even for you."

"I know."

I start as I always do, my hands skim over your skin like warm kisses, your neck and shoulders, down your sides to your firm ass. I rub my palms here and even give you a little smack. My tongue is in your ear, following my breath as I tell you what I want to do to you. My fingers are more daring than usual, pausing at your nipples when they are out of view of anyone else; my fingers circle your plump nipples slowly before I pinch them hard. Do you like that?

You bite my neck in return and I hiss my response. My hands grab your hair, more roughly than I ever have here, exposing your neck to my tongue and lips. You quiet your moan just enough to avoid any undue attention and my lips smile against your throat. My hands roam your back in our embrace as your nails trace delicate lines on mine through my shirt. On my neck they raise a shiver and your response is to kiss me here and blow your breath across it. I growl a warning, spanking your ass again. I love just... playing with you. Playing together like this. It's just so fun. Sensing you are about to stand up again I grab your hair tightly again and crush our lips together, then calmly slip my tongue out to plead for entrance to your mouth. From a harsh grip to a soft stroke of your cheek, my hands contrast quickly. I don't want you so far away and you oblige, keeping your hands on my shoulders and swaying your hips to the beat. When you stand up enough I kiss your soft belly with small pecks, my hand at the small of your back.

When you turn around again I place those same kisses on each side of your tight ass. So soft, smooth and warm. You lean back again, showing me my favorite view. Naturally my hand has to follow my eyes down your centerline. Time for some more fun.

"Do you have any idea of what I am going to do to you?" I emphasize with my hands, sending them to your sensitive inner thigh, so very close to the crotch of your satin panties. 

"Why don't you tell me?" You sit again, aware of my now rock-hard cock entrapped in my pants, even brushing you hand over it again. In this state that is enough to give me a flutter, my eyes shut against the sensation.

"Hmm. Well first I am going to tease you. With my mouth and tongue. My hands. All over your beautiful body. No part of you to be left untouched. Slowly in some places, racing over others repeatedly. But leaving your panties in place, my fingers adventuring there unseen. I want you nipples to be tight and hard, standing out proudly from your tits." I hazard a glance down.

"Like they are now."

Your eyes are closed, imagining that scene I think. Even that cute, so erotic nibble on your lower lip. "Umhhm."

"And as I am doing this, all the while busy hands are caressing you, the backs of your knees and thighs, your shapely legs." You are caught up in it now, only mildly aware that as I say these things, my hands are doing them. Your nails are doing quite a job on my own legs, distracting me a little, so I take them, placing them on the chair arms. Then I take each hand to my mouth and kiss each finger before returning them. You hips are not still either, grinding against the hardness your body is keeping so warm. I decide to try to ignore that for the moment.

A game before I move on to where I want to go. "Kerri."

"Uhha" I chuckle and slow my hands a bit. "Kerri, I want you to take my hand." You right hand finds mine and gives it a squeeze. 

"Now, I want you to show me where you want me to touch you. Keep you hand on mine and show me."

I can only hear your smile. "Where I want you hand isn't legal."

Are you that far gone already? "Really. Hmm. Well try that some other time then. Ok, well lets move on."

"To what?"

"To what you want to do to me. If I were doing this to you at your house, what would you do to me?"

Your head snaps around to meet my gaze. You feral smile gives me some idea that maybe this wasn't the best, oh well. What would you do?

You kiss me again and I follow your lead as your tongue ventures forth for a short visit. "First," you start as your hands pull my shirt tail out, "I'd take your shirt off." You thankfully leave it on here. "Then I would kiss your neck, nibble it a little. I know you like that." I can't give a verbal answer as your mouth there has rendered me speechless, so I just nod. Then you start whispering. "I would run my nails over your chest, just hard enough to leave a light mark." You hands under my shirt are robbing me of breath, mirroring your words. 

"You love to be touched, so I would touch you all over as well. My soft skin caressing you everywhere. My nipples grazing over yours as I kissed you. Would you like that?"

I nod enthusiastically. 

"Slide down your body slowly, delicious friction of smooth skin against you. Down to my knees, resting my cheek on your thigh, my breath just reaching your hard cock through your khakis'. I would blow there hotly as my fingers reach towards your nipples. I know you like them to be played with roughly, but instead I would just lightly flick them, occasionally wetting my fingers in my mouth and then return to my task. I want to see them poke out and say 'Hi'." Your hands travel to them- "Just like now." I can't help but laugh at this twist.

"As I was doing so I would stare into your eyes so you could see how turned on I was. You would see the fire in my eyes and know." I can see it now and I gently push your hair back behind your ear, letting nothing obscure this beautiful sight. You surprise me, laying your chin against my tented pants and humming, delicious vibrations making me shudder. Somehow you gracefully return to your feet, again standing before me with your hands on my shoulders. You close your eyes and return to the telling.

"I would undo your belt quickly, my patience running out. Then off with your shoes and socks, leaving you with your pants undone. I would then dance some more, letting you anticipate what you think I will do. But I am sure that we are pretty much on the same page."

"You are so hot baby."

"Ohh, I'm not finished yet."

I wave, urging you to go on. "Then I would sit in your lap, on just one side. my arm around your neck to support myself." You drape yourself over me like a sheet and my right arm clasps you to me. You left hand strokes my neck in that delightful way you have as you right makes its own journey. I can see your wary eyes searching the room as your hand reached my belt. I hold my breath, anxiously wondering whether you will. Ever so slowly, you do. Unbuckling it to the last notch, leaving room for whatever you have in mind.

You stop to meet my glazed-over eyes. "Then what would happen? Would you whimper if I slipped my hand down your pants to pet your hard cock poking through the front of your boxers? Would you try to take control? Hmm?"

I realize you expect an answer before going on as your fingers worry about my belt and the seam of my pants. "Why don't you find out?", I manage to croak out.

Taking a last look around and seeing-

Uhho- that girl again, eating lunch and trying very hard not to look like she is watching. I think the fun is over. But she has other ideas, giving you a wink. Daring you. "Kerri you don't- you aren't-"

Evidently you are. Boldly staring right at her your fingers unzip me slowly, leaving only my boxers to hide my cock from sight. Though the table does that for most of the room. She must have looked for just the right spot. But right now I don't care, all I care about is your hand taking liberties they never have before in this place. And choking my cries back down my throat. My right hand is gripping the chair arm tightly enough to leave it white and my left seeks yours at my neck. I kiss your fingers as the others play down below. Abandoning the over the top approach, you cleverly slip through the hole at the front of my cotton boxers, allowing you to grasp me firmly. My sharp gasp is too much for me to hold in and both you and she are amused. Oh, you are so going to be paid back.

You can't do a whole lot in this position, but what you can do is more than enough to make me dangerously aroused. I want to take you right now and I wouldn't really care who was watching. What's stopping me? A couple of thin pieces of cloth? Ha! But some very small bit of reason remains and instead I settle for kissing you until you are gasping for breath. I hope that the tight press of my lips and my grasping needy hands all over can tell you just what you do to me. Damn, I want you so bad. Slam jam, against the wall, hard and fast. Teeth and sweat, nails and hot, wet sighs. Running over your curves like an all-American muscle car. Press and pull, no thought. Just GO. 

"Wow," is all I can manage at the moment as the second song ends. 

Your fingers press to your lips as if amazed that they can feel so much. 

"Yeah, wow."

"Maybe we should take a break."

You just nod and pull your dress back on, careful to steady yourself with a hand on a chair. Just before you sit I press a twenty into your hand. You absently fold it up and put it in your handbag, taking out your cigarettes. 

"I need a cigarette." 

"I think, if I smoked, I would to. You are so going to be paid back."

You just nod as your slowly exhale. "I hope so."

I don't think you know just how soon I will be paying you back. Paid in full and a measure more.

Allowing ourselves to calm down for a few minutes, just enough to take the edge off but leave the underlying arousal. The girl is gone, evidently thinking that the show is over. 

The next song starts and I realize that it is a long one. Good. I help you take off the dress, always willing to undress you. Especially since it means another chance to touch your warm skin. I am thinking ahead, as far as I dare. Every touch, every glance and breath, all in concert to turn you on. I just touch for a few moments, with you in front of me. My fingers skirt about the hem of your panties but never any further. Then, when you sit down, it's on.

It might be my imagination, but I feel like I can put more into a touch, if I think about it. And so I do, dragging my fingers slowly up a meandering river I have imagined, running from your ankle to your bellybutton. With an interesting current on your inner thighs, flitting them there several times. The other is busy about your neck, flitting here and there as my lips brush your collarbone and hair. I can feel your pulse as my lips brush that point. My fingers close on your left nipple, obscured by your hair from view as I whisper to you-

"I am going to make you cum right here, right now." And I pinch. 

I sense your breath halting in your chest as you realize what I said. I still my fingers, giving you a small chance to say no. But you take it as I thought you would, looking around the room, seeing no immediate danger. you give the slightest nod. My GOD you are sexy!

You turn around to face me, flush with excitement, your eyes burn with passion. Then you sit again, trembling with excitement. As am I. And with some fear as well. I mean, I said that I would, but can I? In this place? Enough of that. I said I would, so I will.

My hand goes to your throat first, a tight grasp here. I am just guessing, but I think that you like that. And the other takes a journey with many stops- each of your lovely nipples to be pinched, each of your proud tits to be caressed, your belly button, and most especially the tight skin just above your panties. Then just a teasing brush over your mound and down to your inner thigh. your growl brings me short here, you are impatient and I know that I have a tendency to tease too much. And ever so slowly I stop teasing.

In your ear, my lightest whisper, a touch above a breath, my words mirror my actions- "You are such a sexy woman. I want to feel you on my fingers, drag your wetness over your body to leave a trail for me to find later. I want to feel your pretty pussy clench around me as if to capture me and never let me go, your clit slowly harden as I touch you in the most intimate places. Peeking out to be massaged and petted. To seek that most mysterious of spots just inside you rising out to be found by inquisitive digits. Is it my imagination or can I smell your arousal? So soft and sweet, tangy like a raindrop."

I turn to look at you. Your eyes are closed, your lips parted as the soft gasps of your warm breath rush by. I can just barely see the flush rising on your neck, just darkening your freckles. Your hands rove with little strength, alternately grasping my pant legs or wrapping themselves around my neck. Wordless, silent cries spur me on, to turn my attention to pleasuring you. You look incredible.

Finding inspiration again I speak- "When you come, how will I silence your cries? I want them to be a part of me, will I kiss you, leaving you gasping for breath when you come down? Or will you keep enough presence of mind to stop yourself from screaming? Close your beautiful lips around my fingers, maybe even biting them in the midst of your crisis? A risk I am willing to take. Will someone notice?"

I know that you are close. Your body screams it with every thrust against my entrapped fingers, your nails now leaving marks you are sure to notice later in my other arm. I can feel your wetness growing, soaking into my fingers and your panties. You'll have to change before going back on stage. My cock is saying increasingly urgent things as well, but I ignore that .

You are so close and I want to make it special. Somehow I manage to turn you facing me just enough to see your face. Guessing, attempting to recall anything to help me, just roll the dice and take my chances. Here goes- 

"I think the girl watching is going to come with you."

Your eyes fly open with a flash, your nails biting enough that I know that it will leave a mark, and I know that I have succeeded. My lips rush to yours, closing over to seal your cries between us as I yank your hair to bring you close. I can feel you explode, your silken walls contracting around my fingers, your cum slickening them as I push harder, trying to prolong this as long as possible. The hard rod inside my boxers shudders in sympathy, almost leaving me with an embarrassing situation to explain. I am not normally so affected, but here, this way. I have never been so aroused in my life, with my clothes still on.

Your heaving breasts have a slight sheen of sweat on them, appealing to my tongue. I oblige, tasting the salty goodness there. I now understand the appeal of tequila bodyshots. The same dampness sticks your hair to your neck and I can't help but think that, even if you wouldn't get it, you are as sexy as ever like that. My fingers, still inside you, now protest loudly at the unusual angle they were forced to work in. As they slide from you a last shudder passes over you and I grin. Your eyes open and you return it, then shake your head. 

"I can't believe you. You actually- Is she really looking?" Your face blanks suddenly at the thought. 

"No, I just guessed that that might push a button or two in your head. Surprisingly, no one really noticed. I think. But I was watching you. Still," I grant as I look slowly about the club, "no one is giving us any funny looks."

You never notice my fingers slowly tracing a promised path from your sex, up your centerline, between your breasts, until they reach my mouth. Then you just stare incredulously as I put them to my lips, my tongue venturing out to savor the taste of you. Not one to waste such bounty I suck each one into my mouth slowly. You taste so good. I won't compare you to wine, or brandy, or some other nasty alcohol. Not even some fruit as some poets do. Let it suffice to say that you taste like you. Unique. Whenever I think of you I taste your sweet musk on my tongue and smile.

Your lips surprise me as they meet mine. I know you can taste yourself on my lips, so why- oh who cares. I like kissing you. As you stand I steady you by your hips, your panties at eye level. Your scent soaks them. 

"Ohh. I'll have to change." I agree as I give you the money I owe you. You haltingly put the dress back on and just as your turn to leave I grab your hand and pull you close. "Kerri, mmm, will you-"

"What?"

"Can I have them."

Your jaw drops for just a second, but you recover quickly. "You know you are going to die when we get home. I am going to- fuck your brains out. And I'll bring them out to you. Sex maniac."

I only grin and shrug at the compliment. 

As you walk away I catch a smiling face just around a far-off corner. Is that her? Did she see? An enigmatic grin on her face gives no clue. I just shake my head. No way. 

No way.



A Fantasy For Her: Work or Play



We have gone to my house after your shift. I still grin like an idiot every time I see you. You are so beautiful and desirable I sometimes can't believe that you are with me. And sometimes I worry that I may disappoint you. But here we are.

I have to kiss you every time. I just can't get enough of you. And my hands always find your hair. I love your curls. I like the contrast of pulling your hair harshly and kissing you so softly. We both have roommates, though I have more. It's hard sometimes to have any time with a place to ourselves, but we manage. We kiss a lot when we make love, not just because we like to, but to silence our cries. And my pillows have more than a few bite marks. Another Monday, I've had a few hours to think about what I'd like, but you have other plans.

"You didn't come in today."

"I thought I might distract you from making money. And even though I know that you are a dancer and I really don't have a problem with that, I might if I have to see you for hours and you not be available whenever I want. That's not fair to you."

"So why don't you find another girl to entertain you?"

"Hadn't really thought about it."

"Well, we'll have to think about this some, won't we. But not right now. I have something in mind for tonight."

"Really? What?"

"You weren't there, so I imagined what I would do if you were. But what I would do to you isn't legal in public, so I thought I might try it tonight."

"Ohh Kay."

"Just trust me. I'm driving now."

This is new. And I like new. I've been just a bit worried that I was taking too much control over... whatever this is between us, but it appears that won't be a problem. My brain is working overtime, trying to figure out what you might want to do. I can imagine many things, all of them very arousing. I decide to return the favor, my hand creeping along your knee and thigh, fingers reaching for all the sensitive places that I have discovered. You put your hand over mine, stopping my progress. At a light, you look over to me, eyeing the tent in my jeans in particular. 

"You're going to have to wait."

I think about pushing, but stop myself. "Ok." I return my hand to my side and we continue on.

Usually I would attack you just outside the door, kissing you deeply, hands roving all about, before opening it, because one never knows who might be in the living room and how long I might have to wait. Since only Steve's car is in the driveway, it's not a real problem. And upon opening the door I find him just going out. I just wave and introduce you. Then you are dragging me to my room as he leaves. 

"Alone again."

"Won't be this way all the time."

You shrug and sit down in front of my computer. "So, this is where you write all those lovely, wonderfully nasty stories."

"That's not all I write on it, but yes."

"And you keep music on it as well."

"Over 400 mp3 files. Taking up about a gigabyte of space on the harddrive."

"Under Real Player?"

"No, Winamp. It takes up less space. Why?"

"Shush. Just answer my questions. Hmm," you say as you look over the playlist titles. "Slow Strip, Hard Strip, Stripping, Techno. Where do you get your inspiration? Let's try Slow Strip."

Lots of good songs there, and now I have some clue as to what you have in mind, but I let it go. Aerosmith, Bush, Garbage, Bon Jovi. Black Velvet by Alannah Myles. Some Stevie Ray Vaughn. Good, slow stuff. 

You figure out Winamp pretty easily. Then you turn to me, sitting on the bed. When you get out of the chair your eyes grab mine and you give me the 'come-hither' glance. Then you point to the chair and my feet just move all on their own. You whisper in my ear- "Stay there. I'll be right back."

You leave the room and I wait. I can hear the door out of the house open and close, then your car door. Now, I am happy to do as you ask, but if you are leaving, there is a limit. Luckily I hear the door open and close again, then the house door. But you take an unexpected trip to the bathroom. Hmm, went to the car and then the bathroom. Ohh, changing clothes. Into what? The mind boggles.

I hear your voice outside my door. "Start the Slow Strip playlist, put it on shuffle. I'm not coming in till you do. And move the chair right in front of the tv."

I am tempted to ask why, but I don't. This is your show. "Done. Now what?"

"Light two candles. Turn off the computer monitor. And take off your shoes."

I do so as quickly as I can. I light the two vanilla candles. Isaac doesn't like them, but I don't care. "Anything else?"

"Close your eyes." I do with a shiver of anticipation. Portishead-Sour Times. I love it's slow bass guitar and the singer's voice. It reminds me of one of those old lounge song, I think. You know, with the sultry voiced woman singing her pain. I hear the door and I open my eyes. Ohh, that turquoise gauzy dress I first say you in. I love that. You glide to my lap, your weight comfortable there. 

"Would you like some company?," you ask. I can't help but smile, but avoid the laugh that welled up inside me. Did you know that I hadn't planned on buying a dance from you that day? But when you sat down and spoke to me for a bit I just went with it when you asked. And then I got to touch you and you liked it. So I bought another. And the rest is.. where we are now.

Thinking about it for a minute I decide to play a little differently. "Sure, but I have to warn you I don't have much money."

You hand strokes under my chin as you give me a measuring gaze. I return your soft touch with a few of my own, down your shoulder and arm with the back of my hand. Up and down your back in random circles. "Well, were pretty slow today, so maybe I can let you slide. Do you have anything to trade?"

"Trade? Like what?"

"Any skills? You have a soft touch, are you a massage therapist?"

"No. I've been told that I might have talents in that area." I enjoy your amused smile. Who was it that gave me that idea, hmm? 

"Why not?"

"Well I thought about it, but I realized that life is not a cable movie. Not everyone who paid for my services would be beautiful. Actually, truly, stunningly beautiful women intimidate me a bit in normal social situations. Not that that is the case here, but a strip club is not a normal social situation. And I'd take an average looking woman with intelligence and charm over an airhead blonde anyway. Now all that I could probably handle, but it's the occasional 300 lbs grandmother that might give me some trouble. But I do think that you are quite beautiful."

"I bet you say that to all the girls."

"Not really. But every woman I end up talking with seems to end up beautiful to me. It's quite strange."

"Well. Any other skills?"

"I've been told that I write well."

This time the laughter escapes your tightly compressed lips anyway. "Really, what do you write?"

"Lost of stuff. Sci-fi, fantasy, erotica."

"Porn, you mean." Another song now. Eric Clapton- Layla. The acoustic version.

"Yes."

"Ok, I'll dance for you provided you bring me a sample of your work tomorrow."

"All right."

Then the negotiation is over. We sit enjoying the song for a few minutes, singing along. You have a beautiful voice. You said that you sing and write songs. Maybe you'll sing one for me sometime. This is fun. Sitting here with you in my lap. I could get used to this. But just as I am doing so, you remind me what we are really doing. Another song, this one by Bush. Glycerine.

You start with with you back to me, swaying slowly to the heavy beat of the lone guitar. First one side of the dress, then the other, each sway sliding the sides down further until they reach your hips. My hands join yours to push it further down to the floor. You kick it aside, then bend over to show of the lovely curve of your ass, your hand traverses it slowly, knowing that my eyes follow. Even giving it a little smack. You look over your shoulder at me, your eyes hooded by your curly locks. Yes, you have my attention.

My hands are reaching for you as you stand up, turning to the side to show your profile. I stop myself, gripping the sides of my chair instead. You complete the turn, your arm demurely across your breasts, the other brushing aside your hair. God, that is an image. You lean in, hands on mine as you breath in my ear-"How do you like it so far?" 

My tongue answers first at your ear-"Wonderful. You are so beautiful."

I like your hands in my hair, but not the pulling you find so arousing. Just stroking through it. Now you are touching me as I have you, tracing lines as lightly as you can, your fingers rove over my lips and as they pass I kiss them. You lean in again, passing your breasts closer and closer to my face, daring me to kiss them, breaking the rules. What would happen if I did? I don't know, but I don't want to find out yet. So I just blow my breath across them and kiss your chest between them. Tease for tease. Then your knees join me in the chair, your belly is staring my in the face. I kiss here as well and my tongue presses into your bellybutton. I love the softness here. 

Then there is the slide. Is there a more sexy sight than a woman slinking her way from being face to face to down to her knees- slowly? Like a scarf falling to the ground, dragged by the wind. Only a scarf wouldn't have fingers that take a detour to my nipples, pinching them just enough to get them to peek out. I grit my teeth and growl. Halfway down your eyes catch mine, and I can see the desire there. 'Watch me' they say. 'Watch me perform for you'. I don't think I can call you a tease. I mean, a tease doesn't finish what they start. And you do. 

But then again, maybe I can. You tease me, pressing your face into the tent made by my hard cock, confined as it is by my khakis. Even humming and blowing on it. I have had enough of that, so I grab you hair, forcing you to look up, your eyes flashing as I wiggle my finger from side to side. 'No No.' You do it just once more, then on to something else. Another of my favorite things.

You lean back against me, your shoulders resting on my chest. The view is irresistible. You have to a lot of confidence to do it, I think. But then it must be hard to do it at the club. Do you like it better now? I can see from your lovely tits to your shapely legs. My fingers are drawn again to draw a line from your navel to your throat. My lips press against your collarbone as you sway. Your eyes are closed- What are you seeing? Feeling? How can I make you feel so good? What is it in me that can do this? Your smile makes my heart skip a beat. I know it is just for me, so soft and full of promise.

Then you are sitting again, just in time for another song. Fell on Black Days-Soundgarden. Somewhat faster. And you take advantage, your tight ass against me is breathtaking; this is a lap dance. You are dancing- in my lap. And I love it. "You are a hot little bitch." I whisper in your ear. I hope it's all right for you, for me to say that. But it is what comes to mind as you writhe against me like vine. My mouth is on your neck again, nipping and sucking as I hear your breath run from you just inches from my ears. It's the little things that get to me. Have to be careful, can't leave anything to permanent. 

Or can I? "Ahh. Mayb- Ohh yes, right there. Like that. Maybe just a little one. Arhm. Just a little.."

Surprised, I bite down just a bit and your hands are on my head, urging me on. So I press harder. Less bite, more pressure. I know how good it feels, warm-wet tongue against entrapped skin, just beyond the edge of bruising. Is it my imagination or do I taste the slightest hint of copper? Blood? I hope I haven't gone that far. My hands are on your breast, harsher here as well, pinching and scratching. And your nails are on my thighs, thankfully through my pants. You have almost frozen in place in my lap, only the occasional shudder arouses me, even more so in their unpredictability. The song ends and I stop, licking now to clean the mark I have left. You face me quickly, kissing me abruptly. A reward? You aren't talking. Another song, another dance.

I wonder, how does that make you feel, to know that a man has a hard on for you? I would think that, at the least, it is a sign that you are doing your job well. And what about when I am hard? Are you thinking of all the wonderful things you could be doing to me? I know that right now, I am thinking of some nasty, naughty things that I want to do to you. But you are in charge.

Ohh, yummy. Metallica-Turn the Page. Slow and steady. And long. Hehe. Your knees beside my legs in the chair, my mouth roves randomly from your collar to your neck. Your fingers are undoing the buttons on my shirt and untucking it. I don't help, instead busying my hands on your back and in your hair. I am a little more daring now, my fingers brush under the edge of your black thong panties and down to the inside of your thighs. As the song ends you sink down into my lap again, this time facing me. I am amazed at how easy that is for women. My best friends brother is the only guy I have ever seen do it, but he has an excuse. He once broke his hip and the physical therapy left him quite flexible. But women... they just can. And it brings you to eye level.

As the song ends you hastily finish the last few buttons and yank my button up off and untuck my t-shirt. But you don't take it off. I am puzzled, but it's your show. You just smile, your fingers playing at the edge of my shirt and pants. I tense as your hands wander over my trapped cock and you laugh. The song starts and you are in front of me again, leaning slightly on the desk. Your hands play over your body as I like to do and you are staring at me as you do so. You wet your fingers with a cat-like lick and apply them to your hardened nipples, making them stand out even further. Pinching them, your breath catches and mine with it. Like honey, your right hand slides slowly down your side, over each rib and bump along the way to the waistband of your panties. Then around to the front, playing them over the thin material hiding your treasure from my gaze. Will you go further? So far, as hot as this has been, it would have been legal at the club. But then-

You slide them so slowly inside the warm confines of your underwear, I can just barely see this as your eyes are holding mine, daring and pleading with me at the same time- 'Watch me. Watch my eyes.' So I do, as hard as it is I watch your face as your fingers are exploring. Your teeth bite your lower lip in that alluring way that demands a kiss, or at least a smile. I think of it as a question -'Does he like this? Does he want more?' My answer is yes, I hope my eyes are enough to say it clearly enough. 

You close yours for a brief moment, take a small breath and open them again to speak. The words hit me like a lightening bolt, deafening me to all else-"I am so wet for you."

I am on you in a second, my mouth seeking your fiercely, wanting to taste those delicious words, and you accept my need for a moment. Joining in it, allowing your desire to flow with mine, but only a few; your hand is at my neck, stroking my cheek as the other is pressing me back to my chair. Kisses smooth the way as I regain a small measure of composure. But I see in your eyes, you wanted that. I admit it, you can make me lose control. As you kiss me lightly your hands move to the hem of my shirt, dragging it over my head. Eager to just play you leave it there, attacking my nipples with your lips. I cry out, almost grabbing you and... but I freeze my hands on my shirt and let you play me like a musical instrument. Your teeth, fingers and lips drawing muted cries and moans from inside me. I want to laugh, to cry, to grab you and make you mine, but I just lay back. Just writing this my hands jump to interfere. Finally you relent, finishing the job you started. Your kiss is especially appreciative and as our lips play across one another your nimble fingers undo my belt and pants, leaving them loose around my waist. My hard cock peeks out from the top of my boxers but we ignore it. On with the show.

Candlebox- Far Behind. You stand up straight but still close to me, swaying in that alluring way as your curly locks wave in front of me. Your hands attract my eyes to your hips and over your bottom, where they redden each cheek with a slap or two. Then the left hand lingers as you bend over, tightening your fine posterior even further. Your fingers entwine in the waistband of your black panties and pull it down slightly, then stop. Your right joins it briefly on the other side as your fingers pace there. A message? Oh. I know now. My right joins yours as we pull them down. I follow your lead and you lead slowly, stopping briefly to leave them halfway down. You turn and they are just above your center, allowing the curly hairs there to peek out. I pull forward to kiss this newly exposed flesh- as if to welcome it to my world. Looking up I see your soft eyes appraising me warmly as you caress my ears. I can smell you, just under the scent of your bodywash and perfume, yummy damp sweetness. I can't resist one kiss but I retreat quickly back to my chair.

I am loving this. You make me feel so... wanted. This is you- playing. Using your body to play with me, your eyes, your hands, everything, all in concert to provoke a response from me. I only hope that I can do the same for you in some other way, 'cause God knows I can't dance. 

You are naked now, the candles light soft on your skin, playing shadows across it. If you are shy about it, you don't show it. But you don't push it either. I am so hard it hurts and I can see the light flash in your eyes. My turn to be naked now. The only question now is how long is it going to take and how much teasing will be involved. 

Behind me now, your hands cover my eyes and I close them, shivering in anticipation. Bittersweet Symphony. How appropriate, it seems to match just how I feel right now. Soft build up with the violins. You voice in my ear hums along as your hands start on my shoulders. Tracing muscles and kneading them. You lips on my neck now, your teeth marking me as your hands roam my nipples and stomach. Your body is halfway over mine as your hands caress me, I can feel and smell your hair as your hands start getting serious. Inside my boxers to find me hard. My lips press into your sides as you take your time, exploring me as you never have before. I am thankful for the soft glow of candles, blurring imperfections, as well as hiding blushes. You tilt my head back and I know that you are looking at my face. Not much to look at, I think, but I keep my eyes closed as I feel your fingers here too. When I tighten up you shush me with your fingers and I make an effort to relax, exhaling slowly. I can feel your smile on my cheek and then your tongue on my lips- upside down. I open them slightly and you take advantage, pressing more deeply into me. I can resist no longer when you become impatient and pinch my nipples, causing me to gasp. Then my tongue dances with yours, our breath joins where our mouths do.

Somehow you are in front of me again, managing this without breaking our kiss seems impossible, but you do. I know that you want to take my pants off but I would like to do something first. How do we talk about it without saying a word? We work it out, leaving you in my lap again as we kiss. One arm around you to keep you from slipping, the other on your knee, sliding down. Then up to trail up the so sensitive inside thigh, almost but not quite touching your sex, past your hip. Pausing at each nipple to test their firmness. Hmm, very stiff. Then to your supple neck to your hair. I grab it roughly, knowing you like it and kiss you the same. Just this one thing for me. Down your jaw to where our lips are attempting to join before we do. I speak in the low whisper that is all I can muster as I draw my fingers to out lips- "Make them wet for you." 




A Fantasy For Her: Work or Play



Your eyes fly open and you give a sigh that might be a laugh-"That is most definitely not necessary." But you do it anyway, your soft lips enclosing each finger in a warm embrace, your tongue tracing each digit in such a way as to make my cock throb in jealousy. When you deem them sufficiently lubricated you release them with a 'pop' and a smirk. Knowing that I like to take a slow route you take my hand and place it between your warm thighs. And quickly return to the kissing.

Familiar territory, yet each time is different. At least it should be. Soft wet, slickness meets my touch. As my tongue caresses, so do my fingers. Light and slow, light and fast, circling and teasing. Then inside, as slowly as I can. Slowly as I dare. I love your moaning gasp just beside my lips. Out again, caress your lips, arouse and engorge them with passion, then quick inside again. Turn my fingers up as your seek out my nipples, your lips my neck. For some women this is... too different, so ask. Better to ask and be a little embarrassed than to never know. 

"Is this ok?" I whisper as I circle that slightly different spot just inside you. Your answer surprises me.

"No-"I pull away quickly and your growl, grabbing my hand and pressing it back inside. What?

"No, do that faster." I laugh, but just before it gets uncontrollable you get my attention again. Your fingers flit about the head of my shaft and I growl in return. I comply with your... request, speeding my petting there. 

As your breath rushes from you and I can feel the heat building up from your body your urgent voice is in my ear. "It's been a while since I've a... had an... oh yeah right there, cum from this. Not too many guys concern themselves with finding it and it's hars... oh yes-press harder, hard to reach with my fingers."

"You are so sexy right now. I love seeing you so wild. Uninhibited. Will you come hard for me?"

Your yes is lost somewhere between a nod and a yelp and we are no longer speaking. Mouths are in much better use, kissing and licking. I feel hands everywhere, there are so many. How can there be so many sensations at once? Rough texture and warm smallness of your nipples in my mouth, fine hair and warm skin against your neck. Nails hard on my shoulders and back, soft on my face, warm breath everywhere. I am caught up with you, I shudder each time you do, answer each cry with one of my own. I am holding you close, so close, I want to feel you. It's hard to keep with you, your hips are in motion, like waves crashing as each heartbeat speeds pleasure to the ends of your body. My arm is starting to burn, but I'll let it burn off before I stop touching you like this. What are we saying? I know that I am encouraging you to come, to let go, and you are saying very little that is coherent, and doing so loudly. Should I pull your hair as you like? No, I want to hold you. And then your cum and I am reminded why I like sex so much. To me, it's a lot about trust. And you trust me with this. To hold you and not let you fall, not to laugh as when you lose control, and to be there when you come down, to like everything that comes with sex. Including the taste of you now wet on my fingers, selfishly sent immediately to my mouth. So sweet, strong and just... yummy. A taste I have missed everyday since the last. I am so hard if you were to just touch me I know I would be all over. But we are still, slowing our breathing to a shudder as you lay curled up in my arms, but not asleep.

Oh no, not asleep. I can see the steady intensity in your eyes. Just lying in wait for your strength to return.

When we last left our young hero, he had just tamed the savage jungle woman who lies helplessly in his grasp. Or so he thinks- as she only waits for him to lapse in concentration just once before having her way with him. Will he avoid her clutches? or a more important question- Why would he want to?

You flow off of me, gaining maximum contact between your bare skin and all of me that is bare, before placing your arms around my neck and stretching out like a cat. And I stroke you as such, following your gentle curve with my hand. 

"This was supposed to be about you." a slight pout. 

"That was about me. I like watching you. You're beautiful."

I don't believe the whisper in my ear that follows, though it makes me blush. It's just not in me to believe a thing like that. I'm just an average looking guy with a little imagination. We are listening to the music again as you sway in front of me again, smoothing stray locks back behind your ears in that alluring way you have. You slide my pants off the the soft sound of Kenny Wayne Shepard-Blue On Black. I sit up straight, as though I wasn't naked. Your hair brushes over me when you lean in, giving me little shivers of anticipation. My fingers grip the sides of the chair with steel talons. You shape your words carefully against my cheek- "I am going to blow your mind." I sigh in hopeless surrender and you laugh that coy little laugh.

You obviously remember where I keep the almond oil as you skip merrily off to retrieve it. What am I in for? You take my hands and cup them together, pouring a small amount of oil into them. As you pour some for yourself I rub my palms together. You turn around quickly- "Behave." As you apply the oil to your front I do your backside, taking care to 'behave' and avoiding your sex. As we finish you face me again, lowering yourself to the ground, a grin on your lips. Here it comes.

I'm not usually into having my feet touched, but aroused as I am, almost any touch is erotic. And this is no exception. Not a massage, but lingering touch. Up my legs and around my knees, the oil doesn't take to as well to my hairy legs as it does soft, smooth ones, but your hands still slide upwards. To my thighs now. Oh my. Your hands are wily, touching me lightly, just enough to spread the oil all over. Then on to my fluttering sides, my most ticklish spot, now just a place that wants your touch. Almond oil is quite edible, so you spare no part of me, your mouth following your fingers about my nipples, hardened by your pinches and flicking. Your kisses are light, but not love pecks, your tongue caresses mine just enough to keep interest. You slide beside me as I make room by slouching down, opening my posture to further exploration. It seems awkward for you but before I suggest an alternative you direct my attention elsewhere.

Your slick palm against the sensitive head of my hard shaft leaves me squirming and I gasp sharply. Still you keep it up for a few seconds, just enough to make me whimper. you are most definitely in control. Then slowly.... d o w n. Tightly, smooth liquid friction and pleasure oozing as slowly as syrup. And your tongue just as slow. Is this how it felt for you when I was playing with you? How could I be so cruel? Or is it kind? I don't control my soft moans, nor my babbling mouth, urging you to be faster, slower, just don't stop. Arrgmm, yes baby, I like that. 

Your thumb extends almost the length of me as your hand is tight at the root of my cock. Your left hand is behind my head, strong fingers kneading the tight muscles there. Umm, feels so good. As your fingers encircle my sac I have a small flash of fear, deep inside my head, but I just let it go. How did you know just how soft to do that? Just so, no harder. Just the slightest squeeze. And further down, as I will allow, but you decide. And around me again, longer strokes, and faster, but so unpredictable. 


"Do you want to come?" I can't answer, speech is somehow beyond me. I can only groan a reply. 

Evidently I was not clear enough, as your hand slows and your lips depart. I cry out and your fingers shush me. It is then that I feel your lips making a wet trail down my body. I want to stop you. I NEED to be inside you. But you are in charge. Your clever hands had brought me near the point of no return, and your trip has allowed me a little breathing room, but I.. oh hell. I want whatever you want to do. I know, whatever it is, it will be good. 

Your mouth is so good. Wet lips suction down, lewd slurping just barely heard, all the more arousing for it. My hips jump of their own accord when our tongue finds the tip of my cock as I nearly lose it all as you take it in stride, swallowing me whole. I can feel the back of your throat against me for a brief moment, then you back off completely. Pressing tightly at the base of my cock, stopping any sort of stimulation long enough for me to regain control. My eyes meet yours to apologize but your smile tells me there is no need. A long lick and my head relaxes back onto the chair. I hear something crinkle, then nothing for a few seconds. 

The pop of the lid on the almond oil. What new torture do you have planned for me? More oil on me, just a little and... latex. A condom. 

With a concentrated effort I remain still, eyes closed as you go about wrapping me up. How will you... my question is answered before it is even asked as you slide onto me with a sigh. A hundred, a thousand time better than either your hands or your mouth, your slick center slides over me like a sunrise. Joined together, my hands move to your hips to pull us both upright, giving our feet purchase for the ride ahead. We sit still for a moment, my arms about your chest, pressing closely to you, your arms clasping mine. 

Who started is impossible to say, but I do know that I was kissing your neck when I felt you squeeze me inside you. From there it all gets a little hazy. A few flashes is all I can remember. My hands in your hair, pulling as hard as I have ever dared as my teeth attack your strained neck, your nails drawing almost bloody scratches on my arm. My other hand tight around your neck, did I choke you? Why would I do that? Your hands on mine- to urge me on or... whatever. Moving on to your nipples, harsh here as well, pulling them well away from your breast. Your leg finds its way to brace against the desk, steadying us to... fuck harder. Faster. A scream as you came, I think. My somehow still clever fingers tracing your button, flicking with a steady, softly-stroked staccato, then circling it like a bee looking for the sweetest nectar. 

Our discovery that, seated just right, our legs just reach the desk and the chair butts against the bed. So good, allowing us to move ever more quickly, before we realize that the chair is tipping over at every stroke. And finally to the ground, you under me, somehow not crushed by our semi-controlled descent, hips up just enough for both of us to reach your button. 

'How can that feel so damn good?' I think in retrospect, but at the time it was just about the best thing that I had ever done and, as our voices seemed to be matched in volume, you were feeling no pain either. Somewhere, far, far away I hear a voice and tune it in-

"I want to see you cum, ahh, please. I know you can, just wait." You seemed to just know when it was time, quickly rolling us over, smashing your lips into mine and grasping to rip the condom off, biting my nipples as hard as you ever have. Your mouth brings me back to the brink almost before I had left it and it takes only a few strokes for the cum to well up inside me and burst out. Why did you want that? But you did, white sticky cum held back by your wily body until just now is all over us, dripping from your chest, some on your chin where your tongue seeks it out, sliding down your beauty. I regret allowing you to do that... why did you? As I reach for a hand towel your hand grabs mine and I look to you. 

"It's a part of sex. And I like sex with you, this is just another part of that. I wanted this because... well I'm not really sure. But I know that I did want it. So don't be ashamed or disgusted. It's just..."

"Ok. But still, we need to clean it up before it dries." Your eyes widen as I reach for you first, wiping the dripping mess from your body and kissing behind the towels' strokes, then moving on to my own. I just shrug. "Hey, I'm not most guys."

You reply-"No, you're not.", as we curl up to each other, your head on my chest I drag the comforter over us. The candles will burn themselves out and the music has stopped. As I drift off I hear you murmur against my chest-"How was I?" 

"Absolutely breathtaking." 

Now I know that no matter what happens from here, every time we dance, I will know whether it is work or play.



A Fantasy For Her



Which will be sooner rather than later. It always seemed rude to me to cum in a woman's mouth and make her swallow or gag. I mean, she's nice enough to blow you and... well anyway. I know it doesn't taste good. So I start to pull away- "Baby, I'm going-"

Your growl is a warning, but I am still not sure. But your eyes tell me what you want. Oh, you are so sexy. I am babbling a little now. "Ahh, yes. Squeeze it. Amhm, yes like that." I am nearly there, my breath catching rapidly and... you slow down. Backing off I can only groan. I am now being repaid. But it will be so good when you let me cum... if I don't pass out.

Your hand holds me near the edge as your tongue ventures to my sac, your lips sucking my sensitive balls into the wet cavity of your mouth. I stop caring, stop trying to get off, just enjoy what you are enjoying doing. Pleasuring me as I did you. I think that, if I had a mirror, I would have had exactly the same look on my face as I was pleasing you. Dreamy and erotic. When you again return my cock to your mouth I smile. I know that you are going to make me cum in your mouth and that you want me to. I won't disappoint. 

Your hands are busy again, corkscrewing around the parts of me not in your mouth, pressing my balls. Even boldly making their way further south. I have no objections, but before you can explore further... I am over the top.

I don't scream. Not that I am afraid to but growing up in a dorm makes one prone to having an orgasm rather silently. But you are SO much better. So I do cry out loudly. but I do NOT scream. Maybe. As it erupts from me like a dammed river, I release your hair like it was on fire, grabbing the sheets instead, white-hot pleasure blanking out all thought. I know that I am crying out with each burst, but I don't know how many there are. And that you are taking them all inside you, swallowing quickly. And when I am almost back, you press your fingers hard into the area between my balls and my ass, causing me to yelp at the added sensation from the tiny gland there. How did you know that?

You swallowed. You didn't have to, but you did. It is so tempting to just lay here and catch my breath for a minute but I have to show you how much that means to me. Speech has left me, but as you are about to leave, I grab you, dragging you back down to me. Face to face I caress your cheek, your lips, before pressing my own to them. My eyes open, I catch your surprise as my tongue meets yours, sharing the bitter, salty taste of my cum on you. And the sweet taste of you, your passion and mine overpowering everything else. 

Clever boy that I am, I have some refreshments on ice in my room and I point them out as I finally regain higher brain function. No alcohol, I hope Pepsi will do. We don't speak for a few moments as we drink, occasionally glancing at each other and grinning.

I speak first. "Wow." Sort of.

You snicker, then I follow, until we are both on the bed laughing, almost spilling coke on the bed. 

"My god. You were so good."

"I only returned as good as I got."

"Well then, I must have been damn good, 'cause you sure were."

"Is that a compliment? Or a brag?"

"Take it as you will baby."

Now is actually one of my favorite times when I am with a woman. Ok, I admit that sounds mushy and I have only been with one other woman, but after both of us have gotten off, there is a lack of pressure. We can lay back and relax and see where we want to go. Since this is our first time, I imagine we will go another round, but maybe not. There is no hurry. We can talk about sex, which is the next best thing to having sex. We can just be. Or in this case, we can let simmering desire come to a boil again. And have a safe sex moment. We have talked occasionally about this so we know we want to use condoms. And I like them, because they leave less mess and they help me last longer. 

Laying here, my head buried in your hair, softly stroking your back and talking about sex, naturally I get aroused. If you notice you don't let on too soon.

"How did you know to press just there as I came? It felt really good. And I thought your fingers were wandering a little further..."

"Cosmo, Glamour, all those girl magazines you see on the racks at the check out stands. They all mention that 'male g-spot'. I thought I'd try it. It's nice to know that they occasionally get something right."

For emphasis your fingers are there again and I can't help the gasp that follows. "You like that huh. How about...?" 

As your little digits wander I answer, -"Yes I like that. And I'm not afraid to admit it. But I'd rather be doing something else if you don't mind."

"Such as?"

"Look under the right front corner mattress and I'll tell you." I like this bed. Sure it's a little squeaky, but it's got storage space under the mattress. It's form Germany. My best friend's step-dad gave it to me. And what is under there. Oops, I forget the-

"Ohh, naughty magazines. I like these. Sexy Letters, Naughty Neighbors-"

I flip about quickly. "Not that."

You meet me halfway, with the items I was thinking of- the box of Trojans. "These?"

Actions being louder than words, I lunge after them, causing you to lose your balance, and me to land on top of you. Pinned beneath me you regard me with cool intensity. A slow grin grows on my face of it's own accord. My hips on the right side of yours but the rest of my weight pinning you I am startled by the sudden urge to take you, drive you into the mattress and just have my way. But the thought passes quickly. Too dangerous and I don't know your likes and dislikes well enough to do that. You may like hair pulling, but anything else will have to be spelled out. I think.

My palms race along your shins and thighs as my mouth seeks your dark nipples. I fumble to remove a condom, but you do it instead, handing it to me with a glint in your eye. I haven't had a lot of practice but I somehow pull it over my cock without losing contact with your lips. Your arms are around my neck in an instant as your hips widen themselves to make room for me.

"Let's slow down some," I suggest as I randomly trace lines over your body. From the center of your chest down to the edge of your pubic region, along it to your hip, then to your ribs. Around each breast, spiraling in to the nipples. I want you wet.

"Let's not." Your fingers retaliate, seeking to arouse me beyond the desire to control. It's a contest now, who will give in to their desire first. But why should we compete? We both want to. So it stops. We just touch.

"I saw some interesting items under there."

"Ohh, what caught your eye?"

"The wand massager. Is it new?"

"Yes. I bought it for just this occasion."

"How about now?"

"Maybe later." My fingers find your wet center again, unerringly concentrating just above your clit as I kiss you again. Wrapping my arms around you my condom covered cock softly brushes over it. We play here for a minute, just sliding outside, enjoying the slick friction and pressure.

"You feel so good baby."

Your nails are busy, already scratching slightly. "So do you."

Slowly, so we don't upset our balance, I turn us over, you on top. "I want to see you."

You nod and pinch my nipples. "Ok. Enjoy the show." Then you surprise me, leaning back and reaching between us to touch yourself briefly. As you raise slightly to take me inside you I take your fingers to my mouth. And as your slide them past my lips, I am sliding past yours, rock-hard and straight up inside you. So damn good. Like a velvet glove, slick with honey sliding over me. Only so much better. Accurate descriptions fail me. You smile as you come to rest, your sweet thighs coming to rest on mine; your eyes flutter as I flex inside you. For a few moments we just sit still, just feeling. Then you start, slowly rotating about, just like a table dance. Only very much more intimate. My fingers roam just as they do there, only now not restricted by the club's code, they can now feel about where we are joined. As well as pinching neglected nipples. And your untouched backside. Very slowly there, my fingers only barely brush, alert for any sign that you don't like it. You give none as they delve between your cheeks, but I am distracted by your pinching my own nipples. 

We build speed slowly, as slowly as we can stand. I know that you like hair pulling, but I have been afraid to pull too hard for fear of going to far. Now seems to be the time to see just how far. My left hand traces my favorite line, from your clit to your belly button, on up between your tits to your neck, tightly, then your chin and ears as my right mirrors it on your back. Finally both entwine in your curly locks. One final time I have to ask, so I bring you forward to me. 

"Put your hands on mine." You do so as you move your body faster, your excitement grows. How will I do it? I am intently watching you as I start thrusting into you on the downstroke for a few moments. Now, I decide.

Quickly I flip us again, me between your thighs, your legs seeking purchase around my waist. The pillow under your hips gives me leverage, gives me enough room to change the angle, hitting the roof of your pussy, hopefully exciting your spot. And now I am ready, grabbing a handful of your hair and yanking it back, exposing your neck to the scraping of my teeth, arching your delicate back. Your nipples harden before my eyes as your eyes lose their focus. It's hard to keep control, to avoid driving into you until I get off, but I want to know that you truly like this, and from the way your voice keens, it sure seems to be so. We are near the edge of my bed and soon to be over it. But would that be so bad? No. Just have to be careful to keep most of your body on it. And then you are over it, my hands along support you, mostly by your lower back, but also your hair. You growl as I do this, your nails score my back. But I know it was worth it, or so the flutter and seeping wetness of your orgasm tell me. As if your screams, smothered to moans by my mouth weren't enough. Thankfully, wearing a condom has allowed me the time to get you here and so I slow as you do, quickly pulling you up to the bed again. Miraculously I am still hard inside you. Your sweat slicked body sticks to mine as we rest, when you suddenly raise up. 

"You're still hard. You didn't..."

"No. Not yet."

You scowl at me. "This is about both of us, not just me. I don't expect... ohhhh. Why didn't you?"

"Well, I can expl..."

"Nevermind." And then you are a whirlwind. It's like being hit by a Mack truck. You are everywhere. Pinching, biting, twisting my nipples, kissing me, reaching behind yourself to feel my balls. Purring in my ear, whispering dirty, naughty, so good, wonderful things. Scratching my neck, following the marks with your tongue. And your pussy, grinding me into the mattress. Your hands on mine, encouraging me to pinch your nipples, running them over your body, all the places you know excite me to touch. 

"I want you to cum. Burst yourself inside me. I've had more than enough. I ahhh, may even cum again anyway, when you do. You want that, don't you baby. I know you do. And I know something you haven't told me. You've hinted, but you've never said anything. But I know."

"What?" I croak.

No answer comes, instead you take my right hand from your neck, sucking my index finger into your mouth, wetting it thoroughly. "I know." You guide my hand to your rib, down your back, down to your smooth ass, rubbing it around. My eyes fly open as I understand what you are saying. Your fingers guide mine as we follow the crease of your bottom, to seek out the tight hole here. I freeze and you lean down to whisper in my ear. "Yes. Do it." 

I don't remember if I did or not. But I do know that at that moment, I came. Hard. And your voice was in my ear informing me in no uncertain terms that you were as well. And I think that, that time, I may have screamed. A little. Maybe.