1 comments/ 9807 views/ 2 favorites I Miss... By: useme_asuwill I miss meeting you at the door... having you barely take two steps inside, before your tongue is down my throat and I'm up against the wall. Your hand is wrapped in my long dark hair as you pull me towards you, pressing your long hard dick up against me, all the while frantically kissing me. Our tongues swirl around, parrying as we can't get enough of each other. I miss laying on my couch wrapped in your arms, as we attempt to watch a movie. This innocent past-time quickly disintegrates as your hand grazes over my nipple, barely encased in a tiny tank top. Slowly meandering down into the folds of my sarong as you breathe deeply into my ear, nibbling on the back of my neck. Your tongue dances across, until you reach my mouth. Pulling my head back your tongue plunges into my mouth I return the favor arching my back, You cup my breasts, lifting them away from my body and out of my shirt, flicking the nipples into little sharp points. You bite my neck, as I reach behind me and slide my hand over your rock hard dick. I can feel the velvet hardness pulsing. I can't wait for you to be buried deep inside me, but you have other plans. I'm impatient, and roll over facing you... I slide along the length of your body anxiously pulling off your shirt. I have never quite figured out how I end up completely naked long before your clothes even begin to come off... As I slide along, the hair on your chest prickles against my body sending shivers down my spine. I love to encircle your nipples with my tongue, tracing the points of your tattoo. I nibble and bite my way down your chest until I reach your waistband. Here I pause, slowly letting my tongue dart in between your waistband and your body. Now it's my turn to tease... I miss unbuttoning your pants and slipping them off -- tossing them off to the side. Letting my mouth hover over the head of your cock. That initial moment as I let my lips surround the head, ever so slowly sliding downward, swirling my tongue around the entire glans... then gliding up and down with my hands wrapped around the base of your cock... shifting up and down.... Feeling you so hard and ready almost makes me cum.... I miss having you sitting on my couch as I position myself above you, spreading my pussy lips with my fingers so that I can have you slide deep inside. I'm always so tight to begin with that you have to help me by thrusting upwards as I sink downwards until finally you are all the way in and I am seated on your lap. The downward slide has caused my first orgasm, you can feel my pussy clenching around you as I shiver in delight. I'm leaning forward and bite your neck. You alternate between squeezing my breasts and my ass with your hands. I ride you for a little bit, just until the second or third orgasm, then you push me back and twist around so suddenly I'm laying on my back, arched slightly over the arm of the couch as you begin to plunge in and out. My legs are spread wide so that you can achieve maximum depth. You are teasing me to no end, just keeping me on the edge until I wrap my legs around you pulling you close and deep, my tongue wars with yours deep inside your mouth, this triggers yet another orgasm for me... I miss deciding that we've had enough of the skinny little couch and that it's time to venture into my bedroom where we can truly play. Here the true teasing begins. I miss laying on my bed watching you take off your glasses and putting them on the nightstand beside the bed. I miss having you slither down my body starting with kissing my neck, then moving down to my nipples, usually encircling my entire breasts, sliding your tongue along the underside before darting up to bite my nipples. I miss you sucking on one, while rolling the other between your fingers, before slowly moving downwards. I miss watching you position yourself between my legs, kissing and nibbling your way up one inner thigh, blowing lightly on my clit, before moving downward on the other. After watching me squirm you decide to take my clit into your mouth, nibbling, rolling, driving me wild. I miss you gliding your fingers along the outside of my pussy lips, bringing them up to my mouth so that I may suck on them. Then bringing them back down to slip inside, first one and then the other. You can feel the walls of my pussy clench against them. You love to tease and torment me and listen to me beg sticking first your tongue inside my pussy and then your fingers. Still withholding the one thing I desire most at this time -- you buried deep inside me. After several minutes of licking, sucking, and stroking my clit and pussy you finally take pity on me and slide up, I pull you down for a deep kiss, running my fingers through your hair as I can't get enough of you. You are rubbing the head of your dick along my slit... just teasing me beyond belief. I'm begging you at this point to stick it in. Eventually you decide to heed me. As you sink in, I'm beggin you to go slow, my entire body is aflame. When you are finally deep inside, I grab your ass and tell you not to move... I miss being clenched around you, cumming like no tomorrow. My nails dig into your tight ass, then as I cum down I allow you to move again. As you move in and out I feel like every nerve in my body is being played with. Slowly you build up momentum, I am meeting you stroke for stroke, until I'm lost in the moment and am cumming again. As you press upwards moving away from my body, you thrust your pelvis up burying yourself as deep as you can. This cycle continues for countless orgasms, until finally you can't take it any longer and you reach up and grab my headboard. You piston yourself in and out of my pussy as I hold my legs spread wide. You are pounding away until finally you sink on top of me with a groan as you cum. I quickly tighten my grip on you and allow myself to cum one last time. I miss you collapsing on top of me, still buried inside. I missing lightly scratching your back as we both come down from a mind-blowing experience. Occasional after shocks rock my body. I miss climbing in the shower and having you behind me... soaping up my breasts making sure each one is especially clean. I miss turning around and sliding down your body taking your cock in my mouth. Having the water pouring down all over me as I make sure you are especially clean. Turnabout is fair play after all... I miss bending over and having you slip deep inside. I'm on my tip toes with one hand braced against the shower wall, the other is playing with my nipples or reaching down to tweak my clit as you plunge in and out. This invariably causes another orgasm... and another romp on the bed. I miss falling asleep in your arms, waking up to having you rubbing the head of your dick along my slit. I'm pinned against your body, with one arm holding me tight under my breasts and the other tormenting me with your dick. You slide in from behind and while buried deep I rock back and forth with one leg over yours. My head is turned so that I can meet your kiss. I miss shifting positions until I am on top. Here I have maximum control and can have you buried as far as possible while I slowly rotate my body in small circles. You soon begin to thrust upwards causing me to cum yet again. I miss shifting positions yet again as you decide its finally your turn to cum. Again you cause the whole bed to shake with the power of your thrusts, you keep bottoming out inside me, feeling the back wall of my pussy. All in all I miss you -- the sound of your voice, the feel of your body, being able to touch you and be touched by you, the absolutely amazing mind blowing sex we've had -- both in person and otherwise --- I don't think anyone has ever been able to affect me the way you do. Even the sound of your voice can make me cum. You are a truly amazing individual and I treasure the time we've had. I Miss My Lover It has been a long day at work. A summer job as a cashier at the local grocery store for minimum wage is not the idea of the amazing summer I had in mind when I came back home. I missed all my friends from my time away. I missed the freedom of being able to go with whoever I wanted and whenever I wanted. I'm feeling worn out. I miss him more than anything or anyone else. I walk upstairs grudgingly to take my shower. I couldn't stop thinking of his sweet gestures. He clouded my thoughts today instead of sitting at the back of my mind. I miss the feel of his arms around me; the feeling of having someone to kiss and hug; the feeling of his hand on mine giving it a tight squeeze; his hot breath on my neck; the moment before a kiss with him; being stupid with him; acting like a complete idiot; I miss my lover. It feels like there was a heavy weight sitting on my shoulders. The pains of my world never budged. I feel so gross and dirty. All those germs from scanning all those products that people had touched were on me. The juice from bags of meat that had spilled on my hands had dried up along with the dust from arranging things. It was gross. I strip myself of my uniform and take my hair out of its ponytail. I shake my hair out and it lays over my naked shoulders and back. I step into the shower and turn the water on. The little drops hitting me feel so refreshing and clean. My hands rub the fruity shampoo into my hair creating a lather. I begin to imagine his hands on my waist circling my hips. A pleasurable surprised feeling runs through me. I turn around and push him away. We are now in our own private hot water spring with a water fall. It was quiet all around except for the sound of the water falling and little splashes as I move around. I'm standing under the water fall cleaning myself of the pain, hurt, and dirt. He takes a few steps back giving me a sexy smile. A wall of greenery grew on the wall of the cave that sat behind the water fall. I ran my fingers through it smelling the fresh scents coming from it. The steam from the spring rises. The heat of the springs and the pleasurable feelings begin to heat me up. My hair is wet and lies against my skin. I watch as he shakes water out of his hair after I splash him. I'm behind the screen of the water fall beckoning him towards me with my fingers. He walks towards me slowly and greets me with a soft kiss. I step back and he moves quickly to press me against the greenery. The refreshing smells waft up in the air as I crush my body to his kissing him. The need for him pushes me forward. I trail kisses on his shoulders and when I reach his neck I leave it with a suckling kiss. Our movements are slow and feels exciting. He moves gently so as if not to scare away a small creature. I take his soft movements and come back fierce. I am a queen. I will pounce. I grab him between the legs and apply a small pressure to his manhood. I have him against the wall. My kisses are at his chest and I playfully flicker my tongue against his nipples. I continue my way down, planting soft kisses. I reach his belly button and he is frozen. He does not know what my next action will be. I take his cock in my fingers and play with his delicate parts. He groans and begs me to stop torturing him. I ask him if he likes it and I receive another groan. I slowly lick from the bottom to the top of his shaft before putting the head of his member inside my mouth. He grows hard as I move my mouth up and down along his penis. He groans and my mind is filled with delight at hearing his response to my play. I leave him breathless as I stand up continuing to feel him with my hands as I whisper what I want him to do to me. "I want you to feel me and squeeze me. I want you to kiss every inch of me." The energy in him leaps and as I lean against him, I feel his arms pull me in closer quickly. He turns me around and gently placing me down on the soft grass beneath us, he pins my arms above my head. His hands travel from my arms to my body, touching me and feeling me until I moan under the small squeezes of love. My hands had found his head and with every twang I feel, I pull at his hair. His lips leave mine and I finally come up for a breath of air as he traces my collar bone with kisses. His hands squeeze my breasts and I yelp as he takes my nipples between his lips and suck. The area between my legs had warmed up and the heat was spreading through my body. His hands travel to my legs rubbing them. He squeezes the area next to my core. My body becomes more excited wanting more. He starts to play with me and I tremble in the pleasure. He slowly kisses me between the legs and moves back up squeezing me. His face is in front of mine and I tell him I want him inside of me. I take his penis and put it inside of me. He pushes it in deeper. I moan louder than I had before. The searing heat that ran through me felt like a fire. He pushes himself further inside of me and my nails dig into his back pulling him closer to me. Our movements go from smooth and slow to rougher and faster. My whimpers turn into passionate yells as he plunges deep into me. Our energies become one as the excitement and heat float around us. Our bodies were one. With one last yell and a shudder that ran through us like lightening, I knew that I had an orgasm. He looks at me lovingly as he pulls himself out and kisses me softly. We lie there next to each other with warmth settling us. I look into his light brown eyes seeing myself. I stand up and lean against the wall of greenery. He stands up as well following me to put me through another round of bliss. Before he could start making me breathless again, I laugh flirtatiously giving him a little push. He steps behind the screen of water created by the water fall pulling me with him. As I step through the water fall, it's suddenly cold and feels like the little drops of water were pellets of ice. The hot springs disappear. He was gone. I stand in the washroom of my parents' house. The hot water had run out and was replaced with cold water. The calm silence was being replaced by hectic, loud yells and knocking from my brother who was yelling at me to get out of the washroom. i miss u i miss u The text appeared in tiny pixilated letters on her cell screen. "You have no idea," she whispered, clicking the reply button. It had only been two days, but it felt like weeks already. Jay's presence in each day was a force -- powerful and overwhelming. While he was away at camp with his students, she -- normally driven, energetic, optimistic -- suddenly felt she had nothing to do but sit and wait. As she texted a message in return, her mind wandered back to the night before he left. The memory of his strong hands, his body on top of her sped her heartbeat up. As she flushed, warmth spreading from her center, she placed her palm flat on the skin between the two soft mounds of her breasts. It was cool against the red skin. They had sat in the tub together as the water slowly cooled, talking of nothing sexual. The trip. A concert she wanted to go to. Food. His students. The lessons she was teaching that week. How many concerts she wanted to go to. The dog going to the vet. In retrospect, she marveled at the comfort and peace she felt with this man, naked and vulnerable, but totally unaware of it. It took so little to snap them into a totally different reality, though. They dealt so easily with one another after these seven years of marriage. He seemed to know what she needed before she knew herself, and there was never anything but a reassuring contentment to their actions -- whether those actions were of the everyday or out-of-this-world hot variety. They switched between the two elements of life seamlessly. He need only lean forward and put his mouth on hers to waken something far less "comfortable" within her. And he had. That mouth -- it had a strange power over her, she knew. His lips, impossibly soft, fit hers perfectly, and her body always responded to them without thought or premeditation, as instinctive and natural a response as a hungry animal's reaction to an easy meal. She wondered what he was doing at that moment. Wrangling eighth grade boys into their bunks, no doubt. She sighed. While she hated for him to be away, the thought of his patience with them, his kindness to those kids who needed him, the joy he took from them (whether he admitted it or not), was an attraction in and of itself. It seemed a primordial draw -- a woman's desire to find the man who would best provide for her children. Not that she had any desire for a baby -- she was fascinated only with the act that created one. She counted up the hours she would have to wait for his return. It was a childish and pointless activity, she knew, but opened the light at the end of the tunnel. Twenty-four hours until this time tomorrow, another eight to sleep, eight to work... Forty. He would be home with her in forty hours. Surely she could last that long. She drifted off to sleep on his pillow, the memory of how he had filled her the previous night filling her mind. The next two days were not her best as a teacher, to say the least. She seemed constantly behind herself. Words flew from her mind just as she opened her mouth to say them. She called students by their classmates' names. Finally, the last bell rang on Friday afternoon. He was just stepping out of the car when she pulled into the drive. She knew his huge grin was mirrored in her own face. Just seeing him through the glass of her windshield raised her skin in goosebumps. She jumped out of the car and ran, crashing into him. He wrapped his arms around her and just stood that way, fondling her hair, for a full minute. When he finally kissed her, she thought she would melt under the pleasure of it. With his lips, he pressed her backward into the garage, closing the door. By the time they had entered the dining room, where the dogs jumped wildly around them, they had peeled off a layer of clothes. Their hands were frantic on each other, hungry. She felt a trail of electricity follow wherever he touched. His parted lips above her face compelled her to answer with pressure behind her own. She felt driven by a spinning centrifuge inside of her. She wanted more than to kiss him; she wanted to consume him, and the fervor behind his own lips echoed that desire. She pressed her body against him, and could feel the hardness behind the zipper of his pants rising. She rotated her pelvis against it, felt her own wet panties slip away slightly, reluctantly from her body. He moaned against her lips and pressed her even closer to him, trembling. She brought her palms slowly, deliberately down his bare back, anxious suddenly to slow the pace of their progress. He lowered his forehead to her shoulder, bringing his own hands down to cup her ass. With a gentle squeeze, he agreed. He pulled away to hold her at arm's length. His eyes devoured her, top to bottom. They held the strange mix of love and lust that she knew belonged exclusively to the two of them. He ran his hands down her arms to grasp both of hers and pulled her into the bedroom. Shutting the door against the rowdy canines, he pulled her dress over her head, leaving her in a black cotton thong, thin red bra and black heels. He playfully pushed her backward onto the bed. He slowly began to work her over, kissing lightly her shoulders, one at a time, moving down her arms. His light kisses alternated with flicks of his tongue. His hands became feathers and that light touch accompanied the work of his mouth, so wispy as to almost be imperceptible, unexpected and sudden on her cheek, her thigh, the bottoms of her feet. He intentionally avoided any contact with her most sensitive areas, refusing to remove her undergarments. She arched her back to his teasing, moaning and twisting her body to try to trick him into brushing a nipple, her clit. Periodically, he let his pants rub against her, and she felt the hardness fighting against them, but he pushed her hands back onto the bed when she tried to touch him. "Did I slow that down enough for you?" he whispered gruffly. She responded with a sudden movement upward, pulling his body to take her place. Though she never could have forced him, he followed her suggestion and watched as she unzipped his pants and pulled them down around his ankles. The line of his erection was a clear vertical pole extending from his reclining body. Watching it throb with his heartbeat, measure for measure in line with the throb in her own clit, she forgot the languid pace she had tacitly requested earlier, and he smiled as he recognized the appetite in her eyes. She pulled his briefs down to his hips roughly and swallowed his pulsing cock in the same motion. Her right hand circled the thick base of the pole and her tongue caressed the head. He tasted salty, manly, and she breathed in the scent so particular to him, to that perfect cock. She tried to tease, letting her lips ride slowly all the way to his skin until the head of his cock rubbed the back of her throat, then pulling away completely, leaving the only connection the tip of her tongue on his slit. But the more she tasted, the more excited and wound up she became. The groans that escaped him as she continued cued her that he felt the same way. She moved her soft lips back and forth on the very edge of that broad twitching cock. Abruptly, he jerked her up and away from the tip of his cock. His hands under her arms, he overpowered her, pressing her back into the quilt. She relished the force behind his hands as they pushed her wrists down into the bed and submitted completely to it. He pulled the thong to one side and searched her bare pussy with his tongue. He was immediately met with the light, sweet syrup that had soaked her slit from the moment she saw him in the driveway. His tongue slid easily between her lips and up to the tiny button above it. He flicked it gently, only once, bringing a gruff whimper from her, before he abandoned it to shove his tongue deep within her. An itch deep within her channel awakened with his touch and seemed to move deeper with every lap of his tongue. She grasped his left wrist, and he allowed her to lead his hand down to her dripping cunt. Extending a single finger, he searched her hollows, knowing instinctively where to scratch that itch, while returning to her clit with long, slow strokes. She rocked her hips with his movement, groaning against him. "I want that hard cock," she moaned. "Give me that thick cock." He came up to his knees and was still while she squirmed in front of him, a fizzy tickling boiling within her. He watched her, quiet, drinking in her soft curves, before finally pulling her panties off completely and unhooking her bra. She arched up to meet his dick, but he still pulled back, choosing instead to unhook her bra with a mischievous grin in response to her impatient whimpers. He took first one nipple into his mouth, and then the other, his tongue roguishly batting the erect tip as he sucked hard on them. She cried out, closing her eyes, and he knew she was his. Without breaking the seal of his lips on her nipples, he entered her, relishing the shudder that ran through both of them. He lifted his lips from her soft tits to the mouth that was straining toward him and she kissed him viciously, holding his bottom lip between her teeth when she finally pulled away. As they began to rock ever so gently against each other, she buried her mouth into his neck, just beneath his ear, exploring it with her tongue. The softness of her pussy held tight against his pulsating cock paired with the sensation on his neck was almost more than he could bear, but then she placed two tender hands on his chest, seeking out his sensitive nipples. They stroked the engorged tissue briefly before she let her tongue migrate down to them. "Oh, yes," he moaned loudly between ragged breaths, arching his back as she let her hot wet tongue slowly circle each in turn. He placed a hand behind her head and lowered his lips to her again. She surrendered completely to his passionate, forceful kiss, feeling his voltage flow through her. Those kisses always connected every part of her body to the compelling pressure between her legs. As they steadily moved against each other, she moved her hands from his arms and shoulders down to his perfect ass, feeling the muscles moving effectively and perfectly beneath his skin. On his ass, she pressed him more strongly against her increasingly frantic pussy, catching her breath in faster, louder, more ragged wimpers. She knew that at this rate she was only moments away from coming, and the building sensations were far too much to abandon so quickly. Reluctantly she pulled away from his magical mouth and pushed him onto his knees, drawing her own legs into the air. He seemed amazed to suddenly find her feet in front of him, and he stilled his pumping hips to tear off her heels and ardently suck on her toes. "Fuck me hard," she demanded, and he wasted no time in complying. His thick cock plunged into her, his balls slapping against her plump ass. Her tits bounced as she closed her eyes in pleasure, even this distant movement enough to jar and stimulate her clit. He could feel the sponginess of her g-spot on the tender end of his cock as well, and knew why her hips instinctively adjusted in front of him. He fucked her intensely for what seemed an eternity, his stiff cock sliding further into her wet cunt with every thrust as they both moaned in the depth of the satisfaction their sexual organs brought their partner. He pulled out of her just as he thought he could stand it no longer, not yet ready to come to the peak of his experience. He returned to the soft mounds of her breasts, this time approaching more gently. He brushed the top of each with his tongue before she pulled his face up to hers again and kissed him deeply. "I love you," she breathed into his mouth before plunging her tongue into his mouth again. "Oh, god," he groaned, "I love you." They kissed, hands rubbing one another up and down, until she rolled them over and straddled him. Beneath her, she could feel that hard cock against her thigh and desire surged through her. She slid herself down over it, so slowly that he grit his teeth against the tease of it. She moved up and down twice more with painstaking slowness, appreciating the feel of each vein on his cock as he filled her completely, then pumped fast ten times. He clawed at her back with each thrust and when she slowed again, he forced her into a rhythm, meeting her rocking pelvis with the perfectly timed thrusts he knew would have her screaming in minutes. While she rocked against his straining dick, her grabbed at her tits and sucked hard on them. She screamed aloud, glorying in the experience, as he touched her exactly as she wanted, before she even knew she wanted it. He groaned into her nipples and she smiled at the knowledge that her lover, the only man who had ever been inside her, was enjoying this every bit as much as she was. She focused on the incredible, intense sensation his hard cock had the power to create inside of her. Even after hundreds of encounters, the feelings that thick, unbelievable dick created as it plunged in and out of her astonished her. She could feel herself climbing to that pinnacle and knew his face, his jagged breath, well enough to know he was matching her pleasure for pleasure. She lowered her torso against his, feeling his entire chest on hers with each movement. He pulled her face down to his and kissed her fiercely as their bodies began to tense and he forced himself even more deeply into her. It was all either of them needed. As she screamed, her pussy tightened unmercifully around his impatient cock, pushing him over the edge. Every muscle in both of their bodies contracted, incapable of withstanding the overwhelming, sweeping sensation that ran them through, and they shuddered against each other in ecstasy as each let their bodies fall into the orgasm. Eyes locked to his, she felt the warmth of his cum spread inside her. He wrapped his arms around her as she fell into him, panting. "Happy Valentine's Day, muffin," she whispered as he drifted off. "I missed you." "Happy Valentine's Day, sugarlump," he replied, chuckling softly. "It's good to be home." I Miss You Door closes and you're mine. I haven't began to show you what I can do, yet. You lock the door and turn toward me. I'm already close enough our noses touch. I flick the light off with one finger with my other hand on your chest -- I stare in your eyes as I press your body against the door. No words -- I dare you to speak. Your back hits the door. Both my hands on your chest. Eyes never leaving yours I slide them both down your chest -- slowly. Savoring every inch of you. I can feel your chest rise and fall faster under my palms. My nipples harden from the anticipation. My pussy begins to ache for you. I lick my lips in an attempt at appeasement. Both hands under your shirt, I remove it from your body. I lean closer to you, wanting to feel you on me. I run my tongue along your lips... kiss your chin, your jawline and lick my way up to your ear. Nails into your chest, up and down your body, forcefully leaving hungry designs on your skin. My mouth on your ear -- breath hot -- I whisper that I want your dick inside my mouth. Stepping back, I take your hand and I lead you to a chair. You know better than to speak. I push you down and I straddle you, slowly lowering my hips onto your lap. Music? Who fucking cares. I place one hand on your shoulder and I lean back, pressing my cunt into your lap, harder. I can feel your dick, hard and growing harder, through your jeans. I grin at you as I rise back up. I stand up and back away from you. I dance for you. To my own rhythm. Imaging being in sync with your cock sliding into my went cunt. Left to right, I sway. Hands on my body -- neck, chest, tits, hips, thighs. I put both hands at the bottom of my shirt and I tease it off. Your eyes on me. This continues for several minutes. A slow, teasing dance for you. Gyrations -- swaying hips and thighs. Fucking the air. Wishing it was your cock. Finally I am wearing only my bra and panties -- attached garter of course. My black/pink stilettos -- just like I used to wear when I danced. Only, this is a private special dance for you. Back into your lap I turn, back to you -- and I put my ass directly on top of your dick. Both hands on your thighs I move my ass over your lap, pressing hard into your dick, enjoying the feel of your hard cock on my ass and thighs. I bounce my ass between your legs -- slowly moving my hips on top of you. Leaning back into your chest -- your breath directly into my ear - I place both of your hands on either side of my hips and you start to rock me back and forth, while your cock slides into the groove of my ass. I pull your hands up onto my tits. You're allowed. You cup my heavy tits, squeeze them, press them together. You reach to tug my engorged nipples but I swat away your hands and I stand up. I turn and lock eyes with you. I shed the last bits of clothing I have so I'm completely naked in front of you. I take one of your hands and move it onto my body. Direct it to touch me everywhere. Head back, softly moaning under your touch. Every inch of skin that you touch, my pussy responds. When I move we can hear my wet pussy lips parting. I want you then -- there -- now, but I wait. Completely naked I start my dance again. Back in your lap, grinding between your legs. The barrier of your jeans between us is too much. I get on my knees between your legs. I unzip your jeans and pull them off. My nails run softly across the tightness in your inner thighs. I remove your shirt. Kiss your chest, roll my tongue over one of your nipples. Mine are not the only hard nipples in the room. The thought of dancing, naked, on top of you, also naked, becomes a hot, blazing ball of eagerness in my cunt -- my pussy so wet from dancing for you it's glistening on my inner thighs and visible on the outside of my smooth, hairless lips. You do not realize you are licking your lips. I notice. I pry your legs apart and place my ass, back to you, directly on top of your dick. I continue my dance, now, with your dick against the curves of my ass. The hardness from your dick creates a friction that makes my pussy throb. I can feel your inches against me. I want nothing more than to house that dick. How easy it would be to slide you forward and fuck you this way... Moaning, slightly, soft pleas finding your ears, I press down on you harder, rotating my hips on top of you and pressing your dick further into me skin. Stopping, I bounce my ass in your lap, slowly and artistically -- very aware of what I'm doing and how it feels. You cannot take your eyes off my curves. Your dick refuses to leave my touch. I can feel your cockhead throb against the smooth contours of my ass -- you are as hard as a precious metal underneath me. I grab both of your hands and put them on my tits again, pushing harder against your dick. I moan, much louder now and I tell you to that, now, I want your dick in the back of my throat. I have a thin strip of silk cloth that I use for occasions such as these. I grab it from my bag of toys and I hand it to you. Your eyebrow arches as if asking what it's for, and I merely state for you to tie me up. It's time for you to treat me like the little slut I'm always telling you I am. Standing behind me, you use the cloth to bind my wrists behind my back. You make sure it is tight enough that I cannot move at all. You push down on my shoulders, and I sink to my knees. Sitting on my calves, my hands restrained, you come around and shove your dick at my face, but I turn my head away. You press your tight, heavy balls into my eyes. You run your fat cock across my face, cruelly, crudely, leaving streaks of pre-cum on my cheeks and nose. You try to push your cock between my pursed lips. Still I resist. You pinch my nose so I cannot breathe. I try to move away about your grip is firm. When my lungs feel like they are about to explode and I must open my mouth and gasp for fresh air, I only get one quick gulp before you slam your cock into my mouth. .My eyes close in concentration every time you push down into my throat, open again each time you pull out and smear your cock against my face. You pull down on my hair so my head is completely back and drop your balls into my mouth. Your cock bobs and slaps against my nose as I roll your nuts across my tongue and between my lips. And then you stop, lift me up, only to shove me forward, bending me over the bed. My ass is in the air, arms bound behind me, face pushed against the bed, and you grab my hips tightly to gain passage. My chest heaving, heavy moans leaving me, hoping beyond hope you fuck me like a whore should be fucked. I feel the head of your cock against my cunt, feel its smooth head just barely pressing against me. I moan again. This time your name. And then, finally, you push into me one thick inch at a time. I can feel the bulbous head of your cock pop past my lips and slide into me. The ridge of the head, the shaft, every inch, every fucking inch and you're taking your fucking time -- fucking me this way, knowing that I am desperate for more, more, more. Enjoying the sounds of my whimpers, my moaning, my barely audible 'please fuck me' pleading. You want me to suffer. So you barely twitch your hips and fuck me at you snail pace. I try to push back to ride your cock, but you grab my hips and hold me back. You're still going at that fucking slow pace: pulling out so your cockhead is half-in half-out of my cunt and then purposefully thrusting back in so that I can feel every single inch of you moving inside of me, filling me, and on every out-stroke you look down and see your cock emerging from my pussy gleaming fucking wet. The sounds of cock in wet cunt. I'm fucking gasping and moaning and suddenly something finally snaps in you and you begin to fuck me furiously, with quick sharp strokes; you pound my little pussy. I grunt with each stroke. Waves of crisp pleasure crash around inside me. I can feel droplet of sweat fall from you and pool on my back. I can tell you're close, and you undo my bindings and come to stand in front of me. I suck you off willingly, eagerly, loving the mixed tastes of my cunt on your dick, using my newly freed hands to run my palm up the length of your shaft, over the slick head, and back down; alternating hands and mouth, mouth and hand. Tongue attacking your cock like a starved dog. And suddenly your body jerks and you let out a gasp and a moan through gritted teeth. I close my eyes as you come on me -- face, tongue, lips, cheeks -- covering me with hot shots of semen. I feel your eyes on me, admiring your work. We're far from over, lover, as I haven't come yet and I'm still not satiated -- I want your dick inside my pussy, on my lips/tongue, in my hands...all times, all hours. It won't take much for me to come. Have you ever made a girl come multiple times in less than five minutes? All I need it to look at you and I am almost there. Thinking of your cock and I am even closer. Your mouth on my tits and I will exploded, again and again. But, I'm dirty now. Being your little dick-sucking slut has left me completely covered in come and, not to mention, the fact that my pussy is so slick and wet from the glorious cock swallowing I just did that my thighs are drenched in my own juices. My whole body is tense: my clit sensitive, my nipples hard, my breathing heavy, and my eyes so full of lust that I decide it's my turn to dominate. This bitch will take her cock. I grab you by your hand and lead you to the shower. I let the water wash over me as you stand by and watch me rub my hands over my body. You try to get in with me but I block your way. 'You're not allowed,' I say. So you stand there watching me. My hands lingering on my tits, my nipples -- every pull and tug on them sends electric twitches throughout my cunt. I need to come. I signal for you to come closer. One hand on the back of your neck I pull you toward me. Faces inches apart I hold you there, breathing heavily on your lips, I lock eyes with your and I tell you what I want. 'Lick my pussy'. Like a good boy you oblige me. We kiss. Passionately, lustful. It's long, hard and sincere, but quick. I want your tongue on my body and you seem to know this. I look out of the corner of my eye and see your cock twitch. With the water dripping down my back, trickling down my tits, you lick your way down my neck. Stopping to suck on it, the way I like. I press my hands on the back of your head so you suck harder -- more forcefully. I release you when I'm ready and your tongue roams down my chest. You lick the water dripping off my hard nipples -- flick your tongue against them and bite down, gently, teasing me. I writhe and squirm under your mouth. You suck on one and tug on the other. You switch, and go back again. One hand on my stomach, holding me close. You move lower, your tongue not leaving my flesh. Down my stomach, my legs, my bald cunt. You put my lips between yours and tug them. You rub your nose into my clit. You rub your face over my cunt. Your ram your tongue across and into my pussy. I know you're hungry for you. I take a handful of your hair and twist your head into my cunt. 'Lick it, you fucker,' I demand. And you comply. It does not take much. Your wild tongue laps at me like a water-starved hiker lost in the woods without supplies for two weeks. I pull your face against my cunt tighter and feel explosions inside my cunt. I shudder and cry out and I come. Like a good boy you do you not flinch or relent. You swallow my orgasm like it's fuel to replenish your empty tank. Your tongue is joined by a finger. I clench my pussy; sliding your digit into my tightness is not a simple task. But you make it happen. You curl your finger inside me and explore the sides of my cunt. It's almost as good as your cock. Almost. I come again. My pussy squeezes your finger as I come. Wouldn't it be funny if it broke off inside me? What would be better if you were in me when I came. The big cock stuffed inside me, ripping me in half, fucking the come out of me. I don't know if I could take it -- how intense the orgasm would be, that is. I would take it any way you gave it. Even if I didn't want to take it, you can give it, and I must take it. I may pass out if I came while your cock was fucking me. But that's fine; welcomed; you can fuck me awake. My legs are weak. I gently stop you, panting. I can see your face slick with my juices. You stand up. I kiss you, suck on your face, clean you. Your hands return to my tits. I know how much you love them, need them. How do you like to fuck tits? You standing with the bitch on her knees and her tits around your cock? Her on her back and you straddling her chest? Or the bitch hanging her head over the side of the bed and you standing over her head so your cock goes through her tits and points at her feet? I love hard cock in my tits. I need it as much as I need cock in my mouth, a hard fuck, your cock. We turn off the water and towel each other off. You hold my hand and guide me back to the chair. You sit down. You're hard again. How did I not see this before? 'Get those tits around this dick,' you say. A surge goes through my cunt from these words. If only I had a third arm to fingerfuck my pussy while holding my tits around your cock. Or I sit on a toy and keep it inside me. But fuck that; not enough time; it is time for your cock to meet my big tits. This slut knows a cock cannot go dry into tits; it must first be wet, and not just wet: it must be sloppy. I vacuum your beautiful dick into my mouth. All the saliva I can muster from the bottom of my soul I leave on your dick. I pull away and admire my work. A strand connects your mushroom cockhead with my bottom lip. I slurp it like spaghetti and return to the cock. I cannot get enough of you. I gag and split on your dick. It dribbles over your balls, thighs. I will make every inch of you sloppy. You pull my hair and raise my head away from your dick. I must admit that I am somewhat upset by this. But not too much, as it means you want my tits. I hold my tits and press them into your cock. I push them together around your inches. Your cockhead just barely peeks out. I let saliva dribble from my tongue onto my cock. I kiss the slit in your cockhead. You surprise me. I was about to bounce my tits on your cock, fuck it with my cleavage when your hands grab hold of my tits and you raise your hips, again and again. You take my tits. You watch your cock ravage my chest. I cannot help but moan. Whimper. Beg to have my tits fucked hard. Praise you. My cunt is almost as sloppy wet as your cock. I lean down to accept your thrusting cock into my mouth. Only a portion of cock makes its way beyond my tit line. My tits are too big for a whole cock to make an appearance. The best tits to fuck. When I sense that your cock is drying out in my tits I spit across the head, down the curves of tit that hug your dick. You stop, sit. I take over. I bounce on my calves, moving my tits on you. I stop, sit still, and juggle my tits around on your cock. I press them into and over you like a slow handjob. All the way down to your balls. I will titfuck your balls if you want me to. I want to. I can feel you muscles clench, your body shake. Finally, I stop. I want to ride your cock inside my cunt. Grip you inside my pussy as I cum on your dick. Feel the vibrations of your orgasming cock inside my tight, wet little cunt. Quickly, I stand and motion for you to lay on the bed. This, we've done before. I want you, again. Harder. Faster. I slide my fingers and palm along your dick, stroking it as I straddle you. Grab the shaft with my fist, firmly, and place you against my slit. You make me so fucking wet you can feel my juices, already, by barely touching the outside of my pussy. I moan as I run your cock along my glistening slit -- teasing you just how you did me before. Not entering -- barely touching. My body shudders and finally I press you inside my lips and place you straight against my clit. Sensitive and wet, I run the tip of your dick in circles around my tiny clit, moving my fist up and down the length of your cock simultaneously. I watch your face -- seeking signs of approval at what I'm doing. Your cock twitching, shuddering, growing harder in my fist is all the approval I need. With each spasming muscle in your cock my pussy tingles and gets wetter -- you can feel this on your cockhead while I fuck my clit with you in my fist. Finally, I cannot hold out any longer and I slip you inside my cunt. Fast, forceful. I gasp as you enter me. I sit on your cock, pressing every inch as far inside me as I can. Finally, past the initial shock of finally getting your dick in my aching pussy, I lift my hips and I ride you. Slowly, but forcefully. Eagerly. My wet cunt makes sounds as I fuck you. I leave your thighs and balls wet. I slide across your hips so easily. This is what you do to me. How wet you make me. How much I want you. I lean back on your dick and bounce on you. You watch my tits jiggle, bounce, and fall above your head. You reach up and grab one, then the other, and squeeze them -- roll my nipples between your fingers -- tug them, press my tits together. All while I bounce on your cock. I moan at your touch. I stop, out of breath, and gyrate my hips, in small, tiny circles, in your lap with your dick inside me. Feeling you at every corner of me. I moan, softly. Your name. Somewhere you think you can make out the words 'God that feels good' but its so soft, so delicate, you cannot be sure. Just as you snapped before, as do I, and I fall back on top of you, lips on your neck, tongue dancing circles from your inner neck to your ear. I fuck you harder and faster. Never relenting. I tell you that I want to come now and you grab both hips and rock me back and forth on your dick. The friction from my wet, tight pussy and your hard cock -- hips pushing into mine -- sends my entire body in spasms -- I come for you. On you. With you inside me. You can feel my pussy tighten on your dick, up and down your shaft, while I slide along your dick. Come for me. I Miss You I miss you. I know that sounds crazy. We've only been together a couple of weeks, but we've known each other for a few years. It just took us a while to act on the feelings we've both had for some time. You were with Barbie and I was with Jerk, both of us bored, but unable, it seemed, to do anything about it until a few months ago. I finally told Jerk it wasn't working out. He never stimulated me much mentally and the sex had become bland and routine. It was over when he stopped pretending to care that I hadn't cum. There was nothing left. I'd rather spend the night with a good book than try to engage him in conversation and I can make myself cum harder than he ever could. But you. I tried hard to suppress my attraction to you. You knew Jerk through work and we found ourselves at the same gatherings. Your wit and intellect are what hooked me to start. And your smile. You come to life when you smile and when you'd lock onto me with your eyes as we talked; everything else became just a quiet buzz. I looked forward to the happy hours and other gatherings that might afford me some time with you, though I couldn't understand why you were with Barbie. Okay, she was gorgeous and stylish, with flawless makeup and hair, but other than that, she was just so ordinary. Average intellect. Attuned to what's popular, without much in the way of original thoughts. But, no criticizing here. After all, look who I was with. I can't stop thinking about the last time we were together. Things were getting very hot and I knew that soon we'd be taking it to the next level. You seemed to instinctively know all of the right places to touch me. Tangled there on the couch, our legs intertwined, I could feel your hard, hard cock pressing into my thigh through your jeans. I'd slipped off your shirt and you, mine. You were so cute, fumbling with my bra. "What is this, armor?" you laughed. "A necessary evil," I replied, helping you unclasp the last of the four hooks. Then slowly, oh so slowly, you peeled my bra off, setting my large breasts free. Running your hands lightly down my arms and softly probing my mouth with your tongue, you grasped my elbows and raised my arms. You then took both of my hands in one of yours, pinning them gently above my head. Your free hand trailed back down the length of my arm, your fingers grazing the side of my breast and just underneath, sending electric jolts straight to my clitoris. God, how did you know? I moaned and hooked one of my legs around you, pulling you tighter to me. Oh, the feel of your skin on mine, I moaned again and heard you take a sharp breath as you ground yourself harder against me. "God damn it!" you grumbled as your cell phone rang for the sixth time that night. You sighed and pressed your forehead to my chest and said, "I'm so sorry. I better check this." You sighed again, heavily, when you saw the text message you'd just received. Then you dialed the phone and said to someone unknown, "This had better be an emergency." And then you were gone. The system install wasn't going well and you needed to fly out to the client site to try to straighten things out. And even though you've called regularly, I miss you. I am so drawn to you and there are so many things I want to do to you, to your mind, to your body. Since you left, I haven't been able to stop thinking about you. When I got home tonight, I ran a hot bath with scented oil. I stretched out in the large garden tub and stroked my clit, slipping a finger slowly in and out of my pussy. I pictured you, kissing me, touching me with your large, strong hands. With my other hand, I cupped my left breast, kneading my erect nipple with my fingers and thumb. With the heat, the aroma and lubrication of the bath oil, I came quietly, eyes shut tight, arching my back against the porcelain. It wasn't a mind blowing orgasm, but I was sated and allowed myself a few minutes to bask in that sensation before toweling off. I put on some soft, worn, cotton pajama shorts and a t-shirt and resigned myself to the evening ahead. I fixed a simple supper of chicken and vegetables and ate it mindlessly while pouring over deposition transcripts in preparation for an upcoming trial. And here I still sit, armed with a highlighter, reading through page after page of testimony and not really absorbing any of it. The phone rings and gives me a start. I can't help but smile when I see it's your cell number calling. "Hey, how are you?" I say. "Exhausted, annoyed," you reply. "What are you doing? Have you eaten?" "Yeah. I had a bite earlier and I'm just going over some depositions." "Well, damn." "Why? What's the matter?" I ask. "I was hoping you would get something to eat with me." "You're back?" My heart skips a beat and I smile wider. "I just got in," you say. "I may have to go back in a few days. The client's still a bit pissed, but we've gotten most of it straightened out." "I'm really not dressed to go out, but if you want to come over, I'll fix you something to eat and you can tell me all about it." "I'd love that," you say. "When can I expect you?" I give myself a quick appraisal. Well, I'm clean and shaved. I should have enough time to change my clothes and put on a bit of makeup before you get here. "Two minutes," you reply. "I'm downstairs in your parking lot." I'm both thrilled and nervous. You've caught me off guard and while I feel a bit vulnerable, you chose to come here. I'm flush with excitement as you knock on my door. I invite you in and you pause to kiss my cheek and run a hand along my side. I start to apologize for being under-dressed as I close the door behind you, but when I turn around, I find you just inches from me, grinning, eyeing me up and down. "What?" I say defensively. "You look adorable," you grin wider. I'm pleased by your attention, but I'm also acutely aware of how little I'm wearing. I'm sure my nipples are quite visible through my t-shirt. And, I'm sure you've noticed. We stand there in the hall for a moment, saying nothing. To break the tension, I say, "Oh, so you're hungry?" I move past you towards the kitchen and you follow. "I've got some leftover chicken. I could fix you..." "I have a confession to make," you interrupt, grinning sheepishly. "I'm not hungry. I came straight here from the airport. I didn't want to go home and think about work all night long, and I, um, well..." you pause, "I had to see you." I smile and go to you. Raising myself on my toes and wrapping my arms around your neck and shoulders, I lightly brush my lips over yours before leaning in to kiss you fully. I wrap my fingers in your hair and pull you into a long, deep kiss that reignites my desire from earlier this evening. "I'm glad you called," I smile. "Come on, come relax." We move into the living room and you ask if I have anything to drink. I retrieve two glasses and some brandy. I sit on the couch, part my legs and pat the space between them. "Come here," I say, patting the cushion again, "Do you want a massage?" You sit on the floor in the space between my legs with your back towards me and I start at your shoulders, kneading your muscles, applying steady, firm pressure. You are still wearing a dress shirt and it bunches under my hands. When I ask why, you explain that you wanted to get home as soon as possible. There was a spot available on the next flight, so you didn't bother changing. "So your bags are in your car?" I ask. "Yes." "Well, why don't you go get them and change clothes?" I suggest. "Because this," I explain, tugging at the collar of your shirt, "will not do." You return in a few minutes, bag in hand, and I tell you to feel free to put on some PJs because, after all, I'm in mine. I'm pleased that you've changed into a t-shirt and some sweats, which are much less restrictive than jeans or khakis. I wonder what kind of, if any, underwear you have on. I'm not wearing any panties and the soft cotton shorts I'm wearing feel very nice against my neatly trimmed pussy. You sip some brandy and settle back down in front of me. I'm warm from the brandy, but the heat building in my abdomen is entirely from you. I want to taste you, to feel you all around me, but I return to my task, placing my thumbs at the base of your neck and working the knots in deep slow circles. You sigh and I feel the tension in your muscles drain a bit. With my hands on either side of your neck, I delicately drag my fingernails up your neck to the base of your skull and then run my fingers through your hair to your temples and gently rub them. Your head tilts slightly back and I can see that your eyes are closed and you're smiling. My fingers trail down your jaw to your neck and then back up your neck again. Your breathing quickens and encourages me to continue. I lean in to kiss your neck, then slowly run the tip of my tongue up its length and firmly bite you. You gasp, arch your back and quickly turn around, raising yourself to kiss me hard. My pussy is throbbing and my nipples, taut. I feel your hard cock against me and the neediness of your kiss makes me wetter. I break the kiss, take your hand and silently lead you to my bedroom. Dimming the lights, I walk you to the base of my bed, wrap my arms around you and kiss you deeply. "Do you trust me?" I ask. "Yes." "Then take off your clothes and lie down." You can't hide the surprise and shock in your face and that rouses the animal side of me. A smile plays at the corner of your mouth as you take off your shirt and ask me if I'll do the same. "Just do as I say," I reply. Without breaking eye contact, you slide your pants down and step out of them. I look at your hard cock as you sit down on the bed and then ease yourself back so you are lying down. There is some pre-cum gleaming on the tip of it and my hunger grows. You must be around 7 inches, which is just perfect. I pull my t-shirt off slowly as you watch. Then I unhook my bra, slide it down from my shoulders and toss it aside. I place my hands on the bed, one on each side of you, and then my knees, one between your parted legs and the other on the outside. I slowly crawl my way up your body, my hard nipples grazing the soft flesh of your inner thighs as I go. Your cock twitches and strains as I work myself over your hips and up your chest until my mouth is on yours. I run my tongue over your lips and gently bite them. Slipping my arms under yours, I press myself against you, enjoying the feeling of your skin on mine. You take my breasts in your hands and run your thumbs over my hard nipples. "That feels so good," I moan. I kiss my way from your jaw to your ear and whisper, "Just relax now." I push myself up so I am sitting on you, bracing my hands on your chest, straddling your hips. You are so hard and there is only a thin layer of cotton between your cock and my pussy. I rest a bit more of my weight against you and grind my swollen clit against your shaft. My shorts are drenched. I'm so wet and I know you can feel the heat coming from my cunt as you raise your hips against me. I really want to fuck you, but I know you need something else tonight. You need release, both physically and mentally. Raising my hands, I shake my long hair free from the knot I've tied it into and lean against you so it is splayed across your flesh. Then I begin to move down your body, my long soft hair, tickling your chest, your stomach, your penis. My mouth is just at your knees now and I bend and part your legs a bit more. Then I lick the inside of your leg where your thigh meets your knee. With my lips parted and just barely connecting with your skin, my warm breath against your flesh, I trace my way up your leg to your scrotum. I pause, mouth open, my breath warm and moist against you, reach up and run my fingernails down the sides of your rib cage and abdomen. I give your balls a quick lick with my tongue as you claw at the covers. I know what you are anticipating, but I have other plans for you. Your legs are spread wide and I'm kneeling between them. I lean forward and brush my hair one last time up your thighs, over your balls and your cock. Your moans distract me...god, I want to fuck you so hard, but more so, I want you to relax and stay here close to me. I push my shorts off and straddle your leg, pressing my slick clit against it as I bring myself up over your crotch and press your cock between my breasts. And then I begin to move slowly, deliberately, rubbing my wet clit against your leg, swallowing your hard cock with my tits. I look up to meet your eyes. "Do you like that?" I purr. "Oh, god yes," you answer gruffly. I'm going to cum soon, so I pause and reposition my hands tightly against your hips and use my arms to tighten the grip my breasts have on your hot, hard cock. You groan and I increase the pressure and my strides. The head of your cock emerges from my cleavage with each thrust of my body against yours and I lick the slit of its head each time it pokes through. You open and close your eyes as you look down at me, fucking you. You claw harder at the covers and the lust in your eyes as you lock onto mine sends me over the edge. I am cumming and I fuck you hard with my tits, pressing them together against your hard cock. I can feel your thighs tense and you let out a deep growl as your cock spurts hot, hot cum between my tits. My pussy is drenched against your leg and my vagina is contracting wildly. You feel so fucking good... Both of our bodies start to relax and I rest my weight against you, my head on your stomach, breathing deeply, satisfied. After some time I pull myself away from you and tell you I'll be right back and not to move. "Yes, ma'am," you reply and another wave of pleasure washes over me. I go to the bathroom to clean myself up a bit and then I get a thick, soft cloth and run it under the hot water. When I return, you are spread out on the bed, eyes closed, smiling and looking like you haven't a care in the world. Your eyes open when you hear me come in. I drape the hot, wet cloth over your groin and clean you up. "That feels nice," you sigh. I give you a quick kiss and then snuggle myself up against you. You are so warm, so inviting. I could stay like this forever. You roll over on top of me and begin to kiss your way down to my pussy, but I stop you and pull you up until your lips meet mine. "That was wonderful," I say, kissing you softly. "You need to rest now." "But what about you?" you ask, tracing a finger over my still semi-erect nipples. "I'm good," I say, "and, you'll have plenty of opportunities to return the favor." Holding each other, we drift off to a deep sleep. I Miss You Thanks so much for all the votes and favourites and comments and feedback on my first effort. This is a bit longer and a bit more involved, just telling someone important what needed to be said. Enjoy! Kx * * * * * Click Here to listen: .mp3 format or .ogg format. (21 min/mp3) * * * * * I Miss You, Babe * * * * * Click Here to listen. (11 min/mp3) * * * * * I miss you babe. I know you had to make this trip, but I miss you so much it makes me ache. When I crawled into bed last night, I lay there in the luxury of my tempurpedic bed and 1000 thread-count sheets and fantasized about you, about us, about the last time we were in bed together... I slowly drifted up from slumber and felt you laying next to me. You felt so good, I could not resist the urge to touch you. I ran my fingers down along your arm and traced each finger of your hand, so still and lovely in sleep, so deft and beautiful when touching me, making me twist, and moan, and ache. I moved my hand back up your arm and slid it across your chest, nestling closer into you, my body pressed against your side. My hands travelled sleepily over you, delighting in the feel of the skin along your collarbones, chest, abdomen. I felt your sigh in your sleep, and watched your eyes move under your eyelids. Not wanting to disturb your rest any further, I kissed a fingertip and pressed it to your mouth, and then resting my head on your shoulder, fell back to sleep. I awakened some time later to find myself snuggled into the vacated spot in the bed, your pillow hugged to me. I could smell your scent upon the pillow, and it pleased me, but after a short while I began to wonder where you had gotten off to. I slipped from the bed and into my robe, then went looking for you. I found you sitting at the desk, typing at your computer. I moved quietly up behind you and reached my hand out to caress your shoulder, my fingertips gliding down your arm and back up. You made a pleased sound in your throat and captured my hand in yours, and turning your head, placed a warm kiss upon it. My other hand buried itself in the hair at the back of your neck, and again you made a wonderfully sensuous sound, like a purr. I flexed my fingers in your hair, and pulling your head back, bent to tease your mouth with mine. You kept trying to deepen the kiss, but I pulled away each time, so that our lips just barely brushed each other. Finally, you slipped your free hand to the back of my neck and pressed against it, forcing my mouth against yours, kissing me with passion. You kept hold of my hand and turned the chair around so that you faced me. Your hands moved to untie my robe and then rested on my hips, and you stood up very slowly, your bare flesh running up along my own. Then you took my hand and led me back to the bedroom, where you stopped just short of the bed and pulled me against you, slowly but firmly. The pressure of your fingers increased to the point of near-pain as you bent your knees to better cup me against you, leaving me in no doubt of your arousal. I tried to move backwards to the bed but you continued to hold me, and bending your head, you ran your mouth down over the skin of my neck and kissed inwards along my collarbone. Your fingers released me, only to tangle themselves in my hair as I leaned my head back, enjoying the feel of your mouth sliding onto my throat in a moist teasing kiss full of tongue and lips. I could not stop myself from arching toward you, pressing myself intimately against you. I ran my hands restlessly along your shoulders and down your chest, my fingernails catching on your nipples. You jumped and caught your breath, and in that moment I leaned backwards into the bed, pulling you forward, onto me. We lay that way for quite some time, kissing and caressing, enjoying the simple joy of skin against skin. But, oh how I ached, my arousal welling up within me, the moisture rising where the pressure was most pleasurable. I took your hands in mine and held them out to the side, then ground my hips slowly upwards, rubbing myself against you. And you grinned and ground back. "I want..." I breathed, and stopped to kiss your lovely mouth. I sucked your bottom lip into my mouth, running my tongue along the sensitive inner lining. You moaned and pulled back a little, so I released your lip and raised my knees, pressing my hips upwards and rocking against you with more urgency. You slid your hands down along the underside of my thighs, caressing them, pulling them up higher until my feet slipped along the small of your back. I locked them behind you and pulled your head down, and the kiss we exchanged was full of simmering longing. I ached for you, and I wanted you inside me. When you rocked your hips, pressing yourself against my mound, the stimulation was unbearable. I pressed my hands on your shoulders and shifted my hips, quickly flipping you onto your back. I sat up, straddling you, and rocked my bottom against the hardness underneath it. I was so wet that I slipped easily along the length of you. You slid your palms over my skin and arched your back. "Is this what you want?" you asked as you thrust yourself against me. I just moaned and dug my fingernails into your chest, feeling light-headed with longing. With your hands on my ass you urged me upwards until I could feel you pressing in the right place, and then I reversed the motion, slipping downwards, crying out at the wealth of feeling coursing along my nerve-endings, and the wonderful feel of you filling me up again. We rocked together, languidly at first, and then later with more urgency. Our hands entwined, our voices raised in moans and cries, we swayed along the path of pleasure for as long as we could. I climaxed with your thumb pressed against my clit, my head thrown back, and my hands pressed into your thighs to support myself as I arched backwards. Afterwards I kept rocking and moved a hand to your balls. "Be still," you moaned, "I don't want to come yet." But I continued to touch you and move against you, until with a groan you seized my hips and slammed upwards into me, once, twice, three times, your hands savage in their urgency. Oh the sounds you made! And the waves of pleasure and pain, as you penetrated so deeply, so deeply that I cried out, and that pushed you over the edge, your body frozen in mid-arch. I clamped down on you and touched my clit and brought myself to orgasm along with you, exalted and glowing, until we collapsed together into the bed, our bodies slick with sweat, our chests heaving. We fell asleep with our bodies entwined, breathing deeply of the scent of temple incense and sex that filled the air. It was a lovely episode. A lovely moment. And I love revisiting it in memory... and masturbating to it.