0 comments/ 41796 views/ 4 favorites Dirty Talk Ch. 1 By: Kage Miranda lie on the silk sheets of her bed, her laptop sitting next to her as her hands wandered across her excited body. The story that kept her so enthralled caused her breath to quicken; of course, her fingers stroking and circling her hard little button could have been the reason she was out of breath. Moaning softly, her probing fingers came to be not enough. She reached into her bedside table to get the vibrator she kept for occasions such as these. Pulling out the little cock shaped vibrator, she became even more excited by the soft hum. The noise was quickly mirrored by her gasp as she placed the cool tool against her burning slit. One hand came to pinch and twist her nipple as the other hand worked the vibrator around and around her clit. Gasping for breath, each exhale was a small cry as she turned up the speed. Soon, her hips were gyrating in time with the artificial dick between her legs and in tune with her hand massaging her hard nipple. The tension built and built as her body convulsed on the bed. Heat filled her and her eyes rolled back into her sockets with pure pleasure: She let out a muffled scream with her release. She lie still for several minutes, still breathing heavy and her muscles still convulsing involuntarily from the orgasm she had given herself. As the euphoria slid from her body she frowned. It wasn't fair she had to "give herself" pleasure. Sighing, she strolled to the bathroom, unconcerned with her nudity. Turning on the shower, she walked back to the bed to put away her "toys." Parker would be here soon. She smiled brightly at the thought of her loving boyfriend, who always smelled of Italian food after a long day at work. He would complain, and she, drowning in the sight, feel, taste and, yes, smell of him, would always tell him he smelled delicious. It wasn't a lie either: she wanted to eat the boy with a spoon. She wiped her juices from the smooth surface of the now quiet vibrator and put it back in its place. Parker would be hurt to see she was satisfying herself and, so, she did her best to keep it from him. Miranda sighed once again as she slid beneath the too hot water. She quickly washed her hair, hoping to be out and beautiful before he came through the door, but as her soapy hands ran over the fullness of her breasts, her soft tummy down to the still sticky source of her arousal, she became lost in her body again. Slipping one soapy finger into her slick pussy, her legs shook. God, she was so horny, and, in her mind, Parker was there. Humming her enjoyment, she closed her eyes so she could see her lover as his hand caressed her. His lips searched out hers in a passionate kiss that left her wanting more. The water became his body as she slid a second finger inside her now dripping hole. Her palm opened over her still oversensitive clit, she began moaning as he kneeled before her to lick her clean. With that thought she slid down her shower wall, spreading her legs to aid him in his oral pursuit. He grasped her ass to pull her closer to his mouth. He teased her, licking all around her outer lips and avoiding the source of her pleasure. She squirmed in a mixture of delight and frustration. Finally, having enough of this torture, she gently directed his mouth to where she needed it most. The first contact of his tongue on her clit sent shivers straight down her spine and Miranda called out in ecstasy. He suckled her clit as a child would a bottle, as if he could not get enough of her. Alternately flicking and sucking on her clit, he slid two fingers inside of her gently, crooking them to touch the softness of her. Miranda was delirious by now, calling out "Please… Oh, God…. Yes that's it… oh God, fuck me… fuck me now…" He became relentless: his mouth ravishing her until she couldn't think, hear, feel anything but the warmth of his tongue and the roughness of his hands. She screamed and didn't bother to muffle it this time. When she could move again, several minutes later, Miranda got up and began drying herself off. Although the orgasms had released some of the tension in her body, it quickly returned when she thought of Parker. They had been best friends for 4 years, dating for a year next month and yet they had not become lovers. In the beginning, she had realized that his past religious beliefs were still in battle with his newfound life. He was a 20 year-old virgin and had planned to stay that way until he got married. Now, his beliefs had changed. Nine months later, they still hadn't made love. Miranda now feared that this lack of passion was because of her. She stood in front of the full-length mirror; she scrutinized every detail of her body. Its true she wasn't astoundingly beautiful, she wasn't the petite almost bulimic look that most boys her age loved. She had a pretty face and nice figure though. With raven colored hair and blue eyes, her pale skin looked like ivory normally: right now it had the heat of after-sex. Miranda took pride in her 36D full breasts and pale pink nipples. She liked the softness of her tummy, not tight but not flabby either. She smiled at her hairless mound and smooth thighs that led to the length of her muscled legs. Could it be Parker didn't think she was beautiful? The idea brought tears to her eyes. They had a great relationship outside of the physical. They spent hours talking and laughing over anything and everything. He was the rock she leaned on, and she knew more about him than anyone he had ever met. Before him, she had been commitment afraid: she left everyone before they could get inside her heart, and he had not ventured into any type of healthy relationship whatsoever. The love was there… she knew that for sure. They trusted each other and she couldn't imagine being without him in some way for the rest of her life. Talking had never before been a problem but, whenever the topic led to sex, he avoided it and her as if she could give him the plague. No, no. She wiped at the tears that streamed down her face. Parker was always quick to kiss and hold her. He would kiss her softly and slowly on the lips, deepening the kiss as his hands came up to cup her face as if he worshipped her. He cupped her breast through her clothes and moaned as she nibbled on his neck and ears. He would never remove more than his and her shirt and his hands never strayed far. Even caressing her breast had happened seldom, and only after hours of other touches. He moved against her and she swore she could feel him hard in his pants. Whenever she reached down to pull at the button of his pants, he froze and pulled her hands away, placing them back on his shoulders. Normally, this was okay with Miranda, but it was almost a year, and she was feeling undesirable. He seemed to be spending less and less time with her. With work, and college, both had been so busy lately. Her mind never began to replace logic with the deep-seated fears that haunted her heart: He didn't love her, he didn't want her and that would never change. She began to get depressed and lose control of her emotions. Just last night, she cried after he left her with a plate of cold pasta and the excuse of a paper that was due tomorrow. If she hadn't felt so awful, she would have understood; she, herself, had a paper due the next day. Hearing the knock at the door, she realized she was still standing naked in front of the mirror. She quickly wrapped a towel around her frame and ran to see her love. He had opened the door by then, and his head was peering in carefully. "Miranda? Where are you?" "Right here baby." She smiled at his shocked face as she pranced around in the tiny towel that accentuated all the right curves and barely covered what should be to be considered "decent." She walked over to him and pulled him by his tie down to kiss her deeply. Slightly breathless, he pulled away a few moments later, "Woah… what has gotten into you tonight?" "I'm just happy to see my boyfriend is that okay?" She asked sweetly, leading him by the hand to her room. "That's certainly okay… umm… aren't you a little cold?" "That's what you are here for, babe: to keep me warm." She smiled, having sat on the side of her large bed, looking up at him. Reaching for him, she pulled at the buttons of his dress shirt with her long fingers. She had his tie off and his shirt halfway unbuttoned when he still her hands. "Uh… I, uh, can't stay long I –" She cut him off, "Shhhhh…. Kiss me. Kiss me now." She stood to push herself against his firm body. Lifting her arms to wrap around his shoulders forced him to slide his hands down her arms to her sides or buttocks. She began kissing him and, each time he pulled away, she became more insistent. "Kiss me! I want your tongue inside my mouth. I have to taste you. Kiss me…" She nibbled at his lips, sliding her tongue over them until he sighed and she gained access. Thrusting her tongue into his mouth, she moved closer so that her whole body was pressing to his. The towel began to slip as his hands ran over the length of her hair and back. She could feel his trepidation begin to seep in again. "Oh, Parker… you taste so sweet. I want to feel your hands on my skin. I'm aching for you…" He groaned and slammed his mouth back onto hers. She squirmed causing the towel to fall to the ground and him to moan as he touched her bare skin. "I want your chest to scrape against my nipples… they're so hard, Parker, so hard…" She was gasping for breath but her words seemed to have the desired affect for, at once, he ripped the shirt from his back and pulled her to him again. He led her backwards to the bed until he lie on top of her. Miranda had never felt so whole as she did with him on top of her sensitive skin. His breath at her neck was shaking her to the core. His hands sliding, so sensually, up and down her sides was threatening her ability to think straight. "God, you feel so good baby, don't stop… please." She whispered, wriggling under his touch. He groaned and attacked her neck savagely with teeth and tongue. Miranda cried out, digging her nails into his back and lifted her thighs so to clasp at him with her calves. She felt him hard against her and she knew that this was it. She had won. He was hers! "Mmmm, you are so hard… it makes me wet knowing I make you hard… I'm so wet…" He growled in response to this and his hands on her ribs squeezed harder. He didn't stop at her neck as he always had before, but continued his tongue lashing downward to her breasts. He slid his mouth down the center as his hands both came up to flick her nipples. He then traced the outer circumference of her breasts with short flicks of tongue. "Yes! Yes! Baby… lick my little nipples… oh… mmmm" She cried cupping his head to her breast. She used her heels to attempt to bring him, again, to her craving mouth but he refused, and instead with a loud groan he took her nipple into his warm mouth. His tongue swirling around: flicking and sucking at the same time was driving her to the brink of insanity. "Oh yes…so warm… I've wanted this forever… your tongue, your teeth, mmm sucking…" Her hands pulled at her hair as she purred her satisfaction. With almost a growl, he kissed his way down to her belly, paying special attention to her ribs and navel. His hands swept her sides and legs. Instinctively, her legs spread as his hands cupped beneath her thighs. He had her lifted off of the bed, his mouth so close to her she could feel his warm breath on her extended clit. She stared at him, without moving, without saying a word. She just stared as he examined her. Her mind wasn't functioning anymore; her brain was on overload. Miranda had just fantasized of her lover licking her and, now, it was coming true! Suddenly, he dropped her to the bed as if she had burned him. He stood quickly and backed away from her. "I'm…I'm so sorry Miranda… I… I… didn't know what I was doing. I lost control." He had such fear in his eyes that she jumped off the bed to comfort him but was stopped by his extended hand. "No… don't touch me… I… was awful tonight… I should have respected you… I need to get out of here…" He grabbed his shirt and tie and almost ran to the door. "Wait! Parker! Don't leave me! I love you!" She began to sob, knowing full well she had lost him forever because of her ill-fated attempt at seduction. "I love you too, Miranda, and that is why I'm leaving you now before I lose control again." He said from the door. "Youre supposed to lose control… that's what passion is all about." "I don't know what passion is all about, Miranda… I just know what love is about… and I am not going to lose you because I don't know how to please you… I refuse to lose you… and I thought you knew that. I have it set in my mind that I won't do anything and then… I get here… and you're sleeping… or you're in the shower and I cant help but think about touching you… and…. Grrrr… tonight you were saying those things… and I couldn't stop myself. Damn it Miranda, I wont!" So it was the dirty talk that made him so bold earlier? Miranda sat there, quiet as a mouse, listening to the man she loved telling her that he wanted her but was too afraid to take it a step further. He wanted her! The second part could be solved, maybe not tonight, but soon. She smiled, a plan already forming in her mind. "I understand, baby. Could you just kiss me before you leave? I promise I won't be bad again… I wont try to get you to touch me. Please?" She curled up in a ball on the bed, and watched him walk slowly across the room towards her. He stopped twice as if to bolt out the door any second, but continued to the bed. He started to peck her lips, but she wrapped her arms around him and pulled him to her. He remained in control this time, but the desire was just beneath the surface of his kiss. He caressed her tongue slowly and softly and she could feel her juices start to run down her inner thigh. After kissing her softly, he said. "I really do love you, Miranda. I swear I do." "Stay with me tonight, Parker? Please?" She asked in a small voice, whether or not she decided to seduce him tonight, she needed to have him near her. She saw his hesitation and had the rebuttal ready. "I'll even put on some big pajamas…" She smiled her sweetest smile, knowing he couldn't resist. "Okay, love, but please put on a t-shirt…" he smiled and chucked her under the chin. "No, I want to wear your dress shirt. Take it off." She kneeled on the bed and once again unbuttoned his shirt while he openly stared at her breasts. He was flushed and she could still see the outline of his erection through his pants. He lifted a finger to her nipple and touched it softly. She immediately reacted to the touch by leaning into his open hand. Her nipple hardened at the continued attention it was given. She shuddered inwardly and sighed. "You are so beautiful, angel…" There was no way she would let this boy leave her tonight. He was her best friend, her boyfriend, and tonight they would truly begin their love affair. She just had to figure out a way to break down the walls inside his mind and heart. She had a feeling it would be a long night, and maybe even a long month. She smiled at the thought. Dirty Talk Ch. 2 "You are so beautiful, angel..." There was no way she would let this boy leave her tonight. He was her best friend, her boyfriend, and tonight they would truly begin their love affair. She just had to figure out a way to break down the walls inside his mind and heart. She had a feeling it would be a long night, and maybe even a long month. She smiled at the thought... "I'm so happy you think so. I had started to believe you thought I was ugly." "WHAT?!" Parker exclaimed in disbelief. "Well... its just that... You... never touch me... or try to..." Miranda looked down, slightly embarrassed. "Oh God... I want you all the time. Sometimes you just smile, or... hold me... and, well... I, um, you know." She put on his shirt and lay back on the bed. She motioned for him to join her and he obliged. He started buttoning up the shirt she had purposefully left open, but she didn't mind at all; he was touching her. His knuckles grazing the skin of her stomach and chest, she shivered from just the small embrace. They lie facing one another she stared at his slightly freckled chest and didn't fight the urge to run her hand across its smoothness. "No. I don't know. Tell me please." "I get uhh... hard." He said after what seemed an eternity. She stared at her fingers playing with his chest. Miranda thought his little man-nipples were just edible and she considered taking one within her mouth. She couldn't afford to make a mistake though, and so she stilled her fingers and looked into his eyes. "Really? I don't believe you... I haven't even touched you down there...yet" She played more innocent than she really was. "I swear it's true, love" He laughed. The mood had lightened enough for him to laugh and for her to make the next move. She smiled wickedly, "Then show me." "Show you?! Have you lost your mind?" His eyes were wide, even as he laughed off her comment. "Well, think about it, you've seen me. You've seen my breasts and nipples harden from your touch." She brought his hand to one of her covered breasts, knowing the words were affecting his breathing. "You've seen my tummy, even tasted its sensitive skin as I moaned beneath you. And you've even seen my most private parts, hot and wet with arousal." She had moved his hand down her tummy to her mound as she spoke. His breathing had increased rapidly. Instead of placing his fingers in her wetness, she kept his hand at the base of her stomach and wriggled her legs just a little so he could feel the heat rise up. "We cant do this..." He groaned, shaking his head. "We aren't doing anything baby, I promise. We are just talking, that's all. Just some talk and a little touching. Just talking about how you make me feel. About how wet I get when you touch me and how much I crave your kisses. How I dream about that tongue of yours all over my body... I ache for you." She said softly, coming closer and closer to his mouth with each word until she reached out to tease his lips. Before she could move away, however, he moaned pulling her closer so he could slide his tongue into her waiting mouth. His hands spread across her back and ass putting her right against his bare chest. She was the one who broke contact this time. "So it isn't really fair is it? That you've seen me, touched my bare skin with your rough fingers and hot tongue making me cry out with pleasure but I haven't seen you." She pouted prettily causing him to take her bottom lip into the soft suction of his teeth and mouth. Sighing she began kissing him again as she slid her nails down his stomach to the button of his pants. She was afraid he would stop her but he just deepened the kiss. Soon he was in his boxers and she decided to leave him like this. Miranda had never taken the role of the seducer; she found its power to be quite enticing. She was so wet and she hadn't even done the traditional dirty talk yet, she was taking it slow with Parker; ensuring her win of his attention. Breaking away from his mouth, she decided to play the "this is too hot" card. "Oh Parker, mmm, it feels so good to be with you like this, but lets take a breather or I might have to straddle you and ride until we both are screaming. My imagination is so strong when it comes to you... I can just see us doing all the things I want to do with you." He leaned into her cheek with his mouth, "What things?" he asked, breathless. She had gained his interest and that was a major improvement- that and the fact that they were both almost naked. "Well," she pushed at his shoulder until he was lying on his back, rolling with him. She crooked her leg over his stomach so as to not touch his erection, but come so close it would be on his mind. Her fingers running through his short hair, down his neck and across his chest repeatedly, she smiled into his eyes as she continued, her voice soft. "I dream about you coming here after work and finding me in the shower. You watch me through the glass washing and, because I don't know your there, I start touching myself. I glide my hands through my wet hair and across my neck down to my breasts. I flick my nipples, my eyes closed and head back. One hand goes to my clit while the other rolls my nipple. I begin stroking and circling my clit, even pulling on its wet hardness. You hear me moan your name softly and you get hard in your pants." She gasped as she told him, one of her many fantasies. He had closed his eyes and was licking his lips; his one hand trapped by her closeness the other subconsciously caressing her bare thigh. She moved her leg slightly down to feel his stiff cock that lie on his stomach. "Like it is now, Parker." She whispered into his ear before licking it. "What next?" he asked his breathing ragged. "You take off your clothes and slide into the shower behind me. I don't even know your there until you wrap your arms around my waist. I can feel your erection against my back as I gasp in surprise and then pleasure." She adjusted herself, so that she lay her head on his chest; her legs no longer teasing him. She slid her hand across his stomach to the treasure trove she loved so much. "Your fingers slide across my wet skin, pluck at my nipples and delve into my pussy as your lips and tongue attack the crook of my neck and shoulders. I turn to face you and thrust my tongue between your lips reaching for your hardness. I stroke you, sliding down your body to suck the tip into my mouth. I flick and suck on you, twirling my tongue around your hard cock, my head begins to bob up and down on your length as my fingers play with your balls." She had increased the speed of her words - it was as if she was stumbling over herself to get them out. She was so excited and she could tell he was too as her hands swept down to circle what she wanted to taste. As she described her desires she stroked him; fingering his balls and paying special attention to the hole at the tip. His hand squeezed her shoulder as he moaned his approval of her fantasy and her touch. "You pull me up to your mouth, driving your tongue deep inside to taste me. Your hands run down my back to my ass, pulling me close. Your fingers dig into my flesh as you pick me up and push me against the wall of our shower. Your mouth is going crazy on my skin sucking on my neck all the way to my nipples. You slide your cock into my tight pussy slowly. Inch by inch you take me as I cry your name wanting only more." She was moving her hands faster now and could feel the tension in his whole body building. "Faster and faster you slam into me. Your cock is so hard it makes me scream. I reach down with one hand to pull at your back- I want you deeper inside me. The other hand plays with my clit. I scream as you squirt your cum up inside my cunt. Our bodies rocking with pleasure." His balls had tensed and she knew he would cum soon. She slid the boxers down past his thighs and slid her head down to just lick the tip of his dick. It was enough: he called her name as he came. She licked all the cum she could from each squirt and subconscious thrust of his body. She stroked him until he fell back, exhausted. Smiling she slid her head back up to rest in the crook of his shoulder. She won this battle; it was only a matter of time before he was cumming inside her hole instead of her mouth. Speaking of her hole, she was so hot and swollen she thought she was going to die. Each movement was torture, but this was not about her. This was about beating the demons that haunted her lovers mind and heart. His breathing was slowing and she could see the wheels inside his head begin to churn. "That was amazing, baby. Just amazing. I never knew how hot it could be to share my fantasies with you. Now that I do, we will have to do this more often." "No. I will not use you to get off. You are not my human masturbator, Miranda, youre my girlfriend and I should treat you accordingly." "Parker! That's not what this was all about. This was about being intimate... we are in love and that includes physical intimacy. It turned me on to know how excited you were just because I was talking to you and touching you. I seduced you with my words and hands. I seduced you with what was in my heart. This was in no way wrong!" she hoped the frustration she felt was not coming out in her words. She needed to be very patient with him. "I... Still..." "Still? Still nothing! I derive joy from touching you, feeling you. I love it...are you going to deny my happiness?" Desperation was evident in her voice. "I would never do that." He looked into her eyes and she felt herself drowning in them once again. "Good." She sighed. Being so close, touching him like this she was going crazy with desire. "I'll be right back." Miranda slipped on her kimono style robe, quickly kissed him, and walked to the bathroom. She needed some air, some water, something to stop her from going out of control. While passion is all about losing control, love can sometimes stop you. She didn't want to scare him off and lose all that she had gained tonight. After a glass of water, she felt strong enough to go back to the bedroom and just sleep, as she was sure he was already. A first orgasm due to another's touch usually exhausted the body past anything prior. She knew he had never touched a woman or had a woman touch him, like she just had, before and, thinking this, made her even hotter. She was the first to possess this man. It was magic to her senses. Shaking her head, she walked past her bedroom to the kitchen. Food, a good substitute for sex. She'd be fat within a month. Laughing she opened the fridge and leaned over looking for something sweet. Suddenly, arms surrounded her and she felt the warmth of his body behind her. After jumping ten feet, she laughed and leaned back to be held by him. "Hungry?" she asked as they stared into the fridge together. "For your kiss." Oooh, he was being forward. Purring, she turned her head up to accept his mouth. "I think I can feed you... you might want to sample it first, though, to make sure it's what you want." "Oh, I know it's what I want. Ive tried it before." He nibbled at her soft lips kissing her without tongue for what seemed forever. He loved to tease her by not giving her what she wanted, by fighting her demands. She turned in his arms to help deepen the kiss. Finally pulling away, breathless, she slapped at his chest playfully. "Go back to bed so I can get something to eat!" She laughed, a little tense from the fact that the little calm she had found was gone with one kiss and she was very aware of her juices pooling between her legs. "Don't be long." He called to her playfully as he walked to her room. She watched him go, wearing nothing but boxers, God, he looked good. This was their usual demeanor: playful flirting that never led to anything. In her heightened state, however, she wanted it to mean more. She grabbed some chocolate pudding and went to the bedroom, expecting him to be dosing in her bed. He lay with his arm behind his head and stared at the ceiling. She smiled at her love and went to sit beside him to eat her pudding. Sitting Indian style, he looked up at her, his head near her thigh. "Did you like my fantasy?" she asked between spoonfuls of pudding. She offered him a mouthful before letting him answer. "Well... it was nice... but it isn't what would happen." Spoon halfway to her mouth she stopped and exclaimed "Why not?" "It just wouldn't happen like that. Your fantasy may be great but it's not what I would do. I don't want what you described..." She thought back through the dream she described and could not think of a single thing that wasn't a typical thing for couples to do. She began to panic for the third time that night. Did he not want to have sex with her? Had she gone too far?