0 comments/ 44743 views/ 1 favorites Self Portrait By: vixen_deb I stand nervous and shivering aware of the slight tremor of the sheer white Egyptian cotton gown which drapes my body. I can also see the fabric move with the beating of my heart. I wait for him to come, the anticipation making the seconds feel like minutes and the minutes like hours. He is not happy with me and has sent me to prepare for him. I have dressed as he instructed in this floor length nightgown and the white panties, which fit like another layer of skin. My feet are bare and my hair is gathered into a ponytail at the base of my skull. My face is makeupless, cleansed, toned and moisturized. I have laid out the ruler, paddle, and hairbrush as he also instructed, on a small table that sits to the right of the armless chair in the center of the open space of our large navy and light pink bedroom. I stand just to the right of this solid mahogany chair with its needlepoint covered seat, quivering, waiting, thinking, dreading, and yes, I admit, also anticipating his arrival and what will come. I always anticipate his warmth and nearness, his hands on my body, his touch. I hold my breath when I hear the first sounds of his footsteps at the bottom of the oak stairway, listening to him move ever closer. The dull rhythmic sound of him drawing nearer with each step prods my heart to quicken. When the door opens and he comes into view my breath sucks in, in a rush, and I suddenly remember to breathe. I see how rigidly he holds himself. He is so very tall, his shoulders broad, his body trim, fit, and so strong. I prefer a smile to this stern determined look he wears which furrows his usually smooth straight brow. I wish I could muster the courage to look and find ‘him’ deep inside those marvelous violet eyes, but the hawk like countenance makes it impossible for me to be so bold. My chin drops as my line of vision falls to the navy carpeting at my feet. My breathing deepens. My stomach muscles tense and I feel a twinge deep and low in my abdomen. My peripheral vision catches his cat like movements as he comes to sit in the chair, adjusts his weight and makes himself comfortable. The pointed index finger of his right hand comes to catch under my chin and lifts to bring my eyes to his. I have to fight not to close my eyes....standing with eyes locked on his I let him peer deeply into me. I feel my eyes sting with the salt of gathering tears and my breath catches in my throat. I feel the almost imperceptible shaking of his head like a hand wrapping my heart and squeezing gently as lone butterfly flits, careening around my insides. He commands with a quick movement of his head and eyes the desire for me to lie across his muscular thighs as he directs, "raise the front of your gown just below your breasts before you bend over my lap. Now!" His tone leaves me no options as I lift my nightie, gathering the fabric quickly in my hands and move to lower myself over his sharply creased khakis. Hard strong thighs push into the soft tissue of my stomach and abdomen as his warm strong hands adjust my position sliding my head low to the floor and raising my bottom high. My stomach feels hard and rock like, tense, as it slides on his thighs. The soft fabric of my gown glides gently with his hand as he caresses, warming my bottom with the slight pressure of friction. I absorb this gentle touch, the warmth and tenderness of him as he kneads and memorizes my shape. My traitorous body tingles deep inside and sends a trickle of fluid flowing from my recesses to taunt me and alert him. I grunt as he lifts and settles under me to mold me like clay to the form he desires. His right hand cups the bend of my right hip and lifts, as his legs part and deftly slip over mine, pinning my legs between his, pushing my head ever lower and bringing my bottom to a sharp angle over his left thigh. My feet flail just above the floor, automatically kicking to balance me as my hands flatten on the soft carpet and push. Uggghhh... his left arm circles my body as he leans hovering over me to wrap me in a vice like grip eliminating any freedom of movement I have. My thighs twitch from the tickle of fabric sliding slowly up, up, up, and my bottom registers the kiss of cooler air as it is bared by his hand which slowly works my panties to my knees. The blood floods my face, a blush heating my cheeks and forehead when I sense him looking at me, studying the portrait he has painted for himself. His finger tips feather touches over my peaks and valleys, exploring, feeling, watching for reaction and I feel my inner muscles clench and close in modest response. His hand flattens and fingers spread to knead the taught muscles of my right cheek, bringing a response of warmth as blood flows to the manipulated tissue. As his hand moves to warm and relax my left buttock a shiver runs down my spine from neck to tail bone. I try to move but can only tuck or lift against his muscular thigh. Pelvis straining against him, my body tries to find a less vulnerable position which he quickly corrects pulling my bottom high again. The first smmmmaaaacccckkkkkk, comes quick and strong making nerve endings scream and my body lurch on his lap. My breath is pushed from my body in a grunt as his hand connects flat and hard with the second ssssssssmmmmmaaaaaaaaaaccccccccccccckkkkkk. The sound seems almost deafening in this quiet room as my hands squeeze gripping soft thick carpet fibers between grasping fingers, my muscles bunch and clench in response to the stinging heat of his sharp slaps to my bottom. I wait wanting to rub and ease as he moves, adjusts, and I hear him sliding something off the small antique table at his elbow. Body tense I wait for my senses to register by feel, what he has chosen. Sssssssssmmmmmaaaaacccckkk, ohhhh, I recognize the hairbrush as fire courses through my bottom where buttock meets thigh on my right leg. My body has not shaken off the tremor of the first lick when smmmmmaaaaacccckkkkkkkkkk, it jerks, as I am driven to tuck and push into his hard warm thigh. My breath sucks in a gasp as the next lick lands with precision in the exact spot low on my left cheek. Ssssssssmmmmmaaaaaaaaccccccckkkkkkkkkk....the sounds reverberate as loud as fire crackers off the walls and bounce back as my bottom registers another and another and another ssssssssmmmmmmmmmaaaaaaaccccccccckkkkkkkk. Twisting on his lap my body searches for a position to avoid his expert aim. Smmmmmmaaaaaccccckkkkkkkkkk. The heat radiating from my bottom feels a great deal like a minor burn, resonating and making me so very aware of the area effected by the fiery pops of the hair brush. Over and over the hairbrush hotly connects, cheek to cheek, high then low, buttocks and upper thighs. Smmmmaaaaaaacccckkkkkkk. Smmmaaaaaaaaaacccccccckkkkk. My body writhes, as breath sucks then rushes out in yelps and growls. I lose count, my mind unable to think of anything but the heat and the fluid flowing now from inside to out, tickling my lips and filling me with a sexual want so strong I quiver. My arms weaken from pushing, my legs weaken from tensing and kicking and my eyes brim with tears. The only movement of my body is the rhythmic thrusting and lifting of my pelvis as it presses, grinding, against his hard thigh. I feel myself sliding on his erection, so hot and hard, his desire evident. Ohhhh, the heat. The fire. Smmmmmmmaaaaaccccckkkkk, sssssmmmmmaaaaacccccckkkkkkkkkkkk! There is no resistance when his hand pushes my legs apart and fingers stroke in the silky wetness my body has made in preparation of its want. The churning, gnawing, craving waves deep between my legs grow with every movement of his fingers. My inner muscles grasp his finger as it slides deep inside me. He can see my whole body proclaiming its desire, in my movements, sounds, and wetness. My bottom lifts to meet the warm caress of his hand as he kneads and rubs my flaming cheeks while his finger moves in and out of me, stroking my inner tissue. My eyes squeeze closed so I can better feel his hands and fingers. His hands stop. His finger withdraws. I feel him grip my cheeks in his hands and spread them wide. I tense and flinch as a finger probes my anus pushing deep, sliding. Ohhhh! I become almost lost in a world of nothing but response and reaction. My body desires these sensations which begin one place and end another, traveling as if wires connect them. I am momentarily aware of the animalistic sounds, which rush from deep inside me through a throat, which is dry and scratchy. I hear myself begin to plead to feel him inside me. He gathers me gently in his arms and carries me to our bed. He carefully lowers me onto the bed on my stomach and lifts my hips. My knees tuck under me, lifting me to him as my head rests on the bed nuzzling and rubbing. My hands gather the soft coverlet, twisting in tightly clenched fists as I feel him begin to probe for entrance. I feel myself stretch, trying to loosen to accommodate his hot, hard, shaft. I hear his soft moan as he fills me, sinking deeply and grinding against me with his strong pelvis. I can’t help but jerk, my insides gripping like a vice as his finger enters me anally. The simultaneous movement of finger and hard hot male, the warm torturous rubbing deep inside me starts a wave that consumes my thought. There is no thinking, only feeling as tempo increases, thrusting, both of us moving to meet each other, helping each other find the fulfillment and release we both need now. Past the point of want, we meet, over and over, the wave gathering. I feel the wave curling, breaking, beginning to fall in a strong orgasm which tenses my body, takes my breath, holding me still and paralyzed for a second before exploding and rocking my body in jerking, bucking movements. I feel him pounding into me, jerking against me and hear his groan as he deposits his seed deep inside me. The room is filled with the sounds of gasping breaths as we pant and moan in pleasure. My body begins to feel loose and limp as I feel his weight fall upon my back, his arms wrapping me and his hands cupping my breasts, fingers caressing, touching. I can feel his heart beat begin to slow as I breathe deeply, sighing. I know for at least a few moments, we will feel totally at peace, sated, content and the closeness we share this instant will be enough for now. Self Portrait "Holy shit, you're gay!" I was just walking out of the bathroom when I heard Jenny's stunned exclamation. "What? No! What are you talking about?" I didn't even know what to think – that accusation came out of nowhere. As I turned the corner into my room, I saw her sitting at my computer and staring at the monitor intently, disbelieving. On the screen, large as life, was a photo of a cock and balls, in reasonable detail if I do say so. No, it's not what it sounds like; it was a photo of MY cock and balls. I bought a digital camera last week, and was messing around with it yesterday when I snapped the fateful photo. I'd visited a few adult personals sites, and was toying with the idea of posting some very personal pictures on one or more of them, to see if I could improve my fairly nonexistent lovelife. I'm 23, and live with my sister Jenny, who's 19 now. We come from good-looking stock, and both were blessed with above average looks, though we're both fairly shy people, and thus don't get out very much. I've heard any number of my friends mention how hot Jenny is, but she's too picky, or they're too shy, because nothing ever comes of it. At 5'2", she's probably a 34-24-34 or so, with high firm breasts on the small side of a C-cup. Not that I stare or anything, but hey, a guy notices this stuff, even if it's his sister. I'm not sure what she weighs, honestly – I'm not a good judge of those things. She's skinny, but not so much that she doesn't have the curves that drive men crazy. Her hair is currently blonde, though she's been talking about going red again. Hey, whatever makes her happy – I stay out of those hair color decisions, since I never know what to say anyhow. I think she's pretty as she is, but if she wants to change her color or style, who am I to question it? As for me, I'm a fairly fit guy, and I work out three times a week to maintain my shape. I'm just a hair over 6", and 185 lbs, with no flab on me. I have a pretty average sized cock, from what I understand, though perhaps a bit on the big side of average – it's around seven inches, and fairly thick around. I shave my pubes every month or so, to keep the hair from getting out of control, and I'd just shaved before taking that picture, and the other two. Well, shaved, and drank myself silly, I should qualify. After 8 beers, taking a few pictures of my erect dick sounded pretty reasonable. I uploaded the pictures to my computer, and deleted them off the camera, and then forgot about them until Jenny found one. "Oh God." That's all I could say. I didn't know what to tell her, how to say I wasn't gay, without embarrassing the hell out of myself. Well, too late for that. But I still didn't know what to say. "Jim, I never... I just. Wow." Her eyes were still glued to the screen, mesmerized by the sight of my erect rod. "Look, it's cool. I won't tell Mom and Dad. They'd freak." "Jenny, I'm not... I'm not gay." I was trying to think of something, anything to tell her. How could I possibly explain this? "Then what's this?" She finally tore her eyes away from the screen to look at me questioningly. "Why else would you have a picture of... one of these? I mean, come on." She paused and gathered herself, while I looked around the room, desperate to think of something, anything. "It's, umm. Look, could you, could you turn that off please? I can't..." I stopped, stammering, feeling as if my cheeks were about to spontaneously combust. She grinned and looked again at the screen, while I tried as hard as possible to melt into the carpet. "No way. It's a great picture, and frankly, since you enjoy looking at them, I don't see why I shouldn't, too. Anyhow, it's gorgeous." My cock twitched as she said that, and I felt dizzy. "Look, I can't talk about this now, ok?" I rushed downstairs to grab myself a glass of water, to collect my thoughts, and mostly to get away from what had to be the most embarrassing moment of my life. About five minutes later, Jenny came downstairs and walked up to me. She looked at me seriously, and said, "Look, Jim, it's ok. I'm serious. I don't care if you're gay, ok? I love you, and I'll support whoever you are, and whatever choices you make." "Jenny, I'm serious. I'm not gay. That isn't what you thought it was, really. I just can't... I can't talk about it now. I'm going to my room." "OK. I love you." She hugged me and then stood aside as I climbed back up the stairs to my room and closed the door behind me, and I could hear her walking up to her room a few minutes later. I couldn't sleep for a while, and I heard her moving around, and the faint tapping of her fingers on her computer's keyboard. The next morning was awkward. It was a Saturday, and I was planning to spend all day in. I had a paper for one of my Sociology classes I was intending to work on, and I was dreading having to face Jenny again when I went down to get some breakfast. She, however, was quietly cheerful, and I got the honest sense that she didn't care about my sexuality, but would just love and support me. It felt nice to know I had a sister like that, though obviously the circumstances sucked unbelievably. I was very quiet and withdrawn, and fled soon after. The day passed uneventfully, until the evening came. I finished my paper, and had a few beers as I watched ESPN for a bit. When evening rolled around, I was hungry and thinking of ordering a pizza, and decided to check and see if Jenny wanted to share one, as we often did. I thought maybe that would lessen my discomfort. Wow, was I wrong. I pushed open Jenny's door, and the words froze in my mouth. She was sitting with her back to me, and on her screen, in very large and vivid detail, were all three photos of my dick. What's more, her shoulder was pulled down and forward, and it looked to me very much like she had her hand down her sweatpants. My sister was masturbating to pictures of my cock! "OhmygodI'msorry!" I pulled the door shut behind me, and heard the angry gasp as she realized I'd seen her. "I just wanted to see if you wanted a pizza. I didn't mean to, I didn't know..." OK, I was babbling. Like you'd do better in those circumstances. Please. She opened the door a few minutes later. Her face was flushed, and she looked embarrassed and a bit angry. "You can't just barge in there, you know. You need to respect my privacy!" "YOUR privacy! Aren't you the same person who was poking around on my computer yesterday? And, look, you need to... you can't keep those pictures. You have to delete them, ok?" She looked surprised, and paused for a minute. "Look, I'm sorry. I'd just... I'd never seen such a perfect... I really liked it. It, there's just something about it that's really..." She stopped, searching for words, and I shuffled my feet and looked around the room. My cock was twitching again, and I tried hard not to think of that. She finally continued, haltingly, "Look, this is going to sound odd, but it's just a beautiful... I mean, it's physically perfect, the whole thing... I can see why you like it so much. I do too. I couldn't stop thinking about it. It's just the right shape and looks so soft and I just want to..." "Look, for the last time, I'm not gay. I don't keep pictures of men's... of men on my computer. It's just not what you think, ok?" The beer was making me less able to articulate my thoughts, though frankly the circumstances were already doing a pretty good job there anyhow. "Well, I hear you say that, but then you have these pictures of a, of a, of a penis here, and when you say one thing, and my own eyes tell me another, I believe my eyes, ok?" "Just delete them, ok?" I turned away and staggered off to my room, ashamed and confused. She followed behind me, and grabbed my elbow as I opened my door. "Hey. Hey. Look, I'm sorry I was poking around on your computer, ok? I shouldn't have done it. I was looking for that game you downloaded last week, the funny one, kind of like Tetris but with all the faces? I really didn't mean to... I didn't know, but then I saw the directory called 'self portraits' and I... oh my God." Her hand went to her mouth, and she stared at me with huge eyes. Her eyes darted down to my crotch, then back up to my eyes, and I could see she had put the whole thing together. I just stood there like an idiot, and the whole situation felt totally surreal to me. "Yeah, ok. Just... just delete them, ok?" I went into my room and slammed the door, feeling completely out of my depth. I had a bottle of vodka in there, and I drank rather a lot of it before passing out in my clothes. Sunday afternoon, I awoke feeling like seven kinds of hell had crawled into my head and set up camp. They had a brass band in there, and were working on a rousing Sousa march when I staggered into the bathroom to wake myself up with a proper shower. Half an hour later, I started to feel human, and the hot water was quickly disappearing, so I went and shaved and dressed. The door was slightly ajar – I must not have closed it all the way, being hung over as I was. I made it downstairs without tripping and falling downstairs, though just barely. Jenny was in the kitchen, and seemed very chipper – she couldn't stop smiling. She was wearing a thin cotton shirt with the top two buttons undone, which showed a tantalizing glimpse of cleavage as she bent over to deposit my sandwich in front of me. We ate a quiet lunch, and then I headed to the living room to watch some TV, and spread out on our big couch, putting my feet up and basically taking up the whole thing. I was wearing an old pair of sweats without a shirt, which was fairly common attire for me. About ten minutes later, Jenny came in and stood behind the couch for a while, watching TV over my shoulder. I looked up to ask her a question and saw her staring at my crotch with a vacant expression. The words died in my throat, and I went back to watching the movie, not sure what to think or say. When the commercial came on, she went into the kitchen and brought back two beers. She cracked both open and handed one over, then sat down on the floor in front of me, leaning back against the couch, her hair brushing my legs. She stretched out languidly, catlike, and then leaned farther back, so her head just touched my thigh. I noticed her blouse now had the top three buttons undone, and I could see most of her breasts, all the way to the top of her aureoles, dark brown in the flickering light. Her nipples were poking out like they sought to burrow through the cotton to taste freedom, and I wished they would. I tried not to look. I knew I shouldn't look. But I couldn't help myself. And as I stared, ignoring the movie, I started to swell. Another commercial came, and she finished her beer, and casually turned to look up at me. My partially erect cock was inches from her face, and in her line of sight as she asked me if I wanted another. My cock gave a visible twitch, and then I nodded and she smiled and went to the kitchen. Jenny came back and bent over the couch to hand me the beer, and as I reached out to take it I saw her top was open so far her right breast was hanging freely, the whole luscious globe exposed, the nipple fiercely pointing down. It was probably half an inch long, and I was mesmerized by the sight. I stared for a few seconds, a bit dazed, then looked up, and saw a pleased smile on her face as she straightened then moved around the couch and again sat in front of me. The sight was even better this time. I could see another half inch down, to the base of her nipples, and the right one was almost out of her top. I paid no attention to the movie, and just stared, wondering what was happening. My half swollen cock quickly rose some more, and my tight sweatpants did very little to hide my condition. I suppose I should mention at this point that I almost never wear underwear with sweats. When the next commercial came, Jenny stretched and again turned around to face me, my rigid cock right in front of her as she looked up at me smiling. "Can I ask you a question, Jim?" she asked, and I just nodded. "Why did you take the pictures?" Her eyes never left mine, but she could clearly see my erection, now perhaps 2/3 full, through my sweats. I paused, and not knowing what else to say, decided on the truth. "I was thinking about using a, you know, personal ad. An adult ad. Personal. Adult personal." I was babbling again. She nodded pensively, and her eyes glanced ever so briefly down at my cock before she looked back up quickly. Had I not been looking closely, I might have missed it, but it was clear as day. Her next question though took me by surprise. "Why would you need to do that? You're a good looking guy. I know the ladies must be ready and willing..." I just hemmed and hawed. I couldn't form a decent answer to save my life. She nodded as if I'd answered, and said in a deceptively reasonable tone of voice, "Well, I'd expect those would work. Any woman would want what's in those pictures." My cock swelled visibly as she said it, and the tip pushed out of the top of my sweats. I had never been that hard before in my life, and my sweats couldn't hold my cock in – hell, I don't think anything could have at that point. She looked down and stared openly as it grew to its full length so the head was fully visible, and perhaps an inch below that, open and exposed in front of her, then she licked her lips, looked up again, and said the words I'd never forget. "I know I do." Self-Portrait on Masturbation It doesn't matter how long its been since the last time. I have that craving, that deep and intense need to release whatever is pent up inside of me. That intense feeling doesn't come that often, but when it does, it is something I have to listen to. It is the most difficult thing for men, to get me to that exploding point and very often, it simply doesn't happen. Granted, the feel of a thick dick inside of me, pounding my body to pieces is an amazing feeling. Just the thought of one inside me now makes me close my eyes and imagine... My legs are pressed against my chest, with just a crack of viewing room as an engorged cock rubs against my clit and then enters. It is a slow entry, a full thrust moving steadily deeper. Then, my legs are spread apart, still pressed back as if I were folded over in two. Both legs are beside my head while a pulsating cock starts a steady rhythm, in and out, shallow and deep, a continuous motion that hits some sensitive spot inside of me. I groan softly, unconsciously reaching down to play with my clit. That seems to excite him even more, watching me play with myself, trying desperately to find that precipice of orgasm. He responds with a groan of his own, gripping my thighs so tight that my skin turns black and blue at his fingertips. He switches positions, tossing one leg horizontal parallel to the bed, the other raised to create a 90 degree angle. I am so caught up in the incessant fucking that I fail to notice my one opportunity to dive into oblivion. Missed opportunity. Again. Fuck. I open my eyes and think about how many times that has happened. So caught up I would get in my lover's pleasure that I forget about my own. It is rare indeed for my lover to be concerned with making me explode, as easy as it is for him to do so. Such is not my fate, so to my own fingertips I seek pleasure. I am sitting on my bed, naked and comfortable, as I reach for the remote control on my TV to turn it on. A permanent staple in my DVD player is some porn, just enough for me to get off and fall asleep. It seems like it's always nighttime when I decide to masturbate, cloaked in the thick of darkness with only the flickering of blues and whites on the television screen. The movie starts to play and it is one of my favorite pornstars, BellaDonna. There's something about her that is so innocent but so fucking dirty at the some time. She turns me on incredibly. Maybe it's the way she sucks dick or that wicked gap in her two front teeth. Whatever it is, she is fucking hot. Instantaneously, my hand drifts down to my breast and starts to play with my nipple. Bella is on her knees, using both her hands and mouth to suck this guy's dick. She deepthroats the cock several times and I can't help but encourage her. "Yeah, that's it... suck his dick," I whisper, staring intently at her sensual lips wrapped around his swollen shaft. My heartbeat is getting faster watching her do her dirty work. My head dips down to take a taut nipple into my mouth, flicking at it, reveling in the tweaks of sensation that thread through my body at each touch. On screen, she's now bent over, her curvy ass high in the air and the guy is poised to enter her expectant hole. I'm excited for her to, as if I were the one being fucked in her place. I wish I was. The guy slips inside without a problem and starts pounding into her, smacking her ass hard with every other thrust. My hand, without my even realizing it, slips between my legs and strokes my clit to the beat of each thrust. The moaning, some of it barely perceptible from the guy and the rest from Bella, enhances the whole experience. My mind recreates the moment as if I were the one in the room being fucked, being played with. It forces me to close my eyes for a moment, feeling the false sting of being smacked in the ass, the throbbing inside from a dick that isn't really there. I open my eyes to see Bella sucking on the dick that was just in her ass. It's dirty and so perfect for her. Even now, I feel the telltale tightening around my clit, the growing sensitivity of my breasts. It is telling me that I'm close. Very, very close to the edge. I want to jump over so badly, so I speed up each stroke. I am watching this guy stroking his cock, ready to shoot his load all over her face. And I'm ready to unload too. My body grows limp and I feel the flush of warmth overcome my body, my fingertips surely stroking my clit until it all falls apart. I feel like I'm falling from an airplane and a rush of wind is in my face. It feels like freedom. I moan loudly, still lightly stroking my clit. I've since abandoned my breasts; they're way too sensitive now. And just like that, the need to be fucked is satiated without a single cock touching me. Maybe I can play this little game again tomorrow. A Self Portrait Threw Mine Eyes Mirror, mirror on the wall... What do you see? Or rather, what personal mysteries do my eyes seek? What human flaws shall this reflection cast inward? Should I tell you the truth? Or would it be better to say that I am ravishing? There is He that tells me that I am beautiful, but am I? He says that I am lush and pleasing to His eyes... Not merely for my cloths, or my figure which was given me; He says He Loves me for my Heart... The raw rare beauty that I am in the Mind and Spirit. Me being of short stature, am a mere 5'1". My hair is curly brunette, with natural highlights of gold and red. My lashes are long, full and dark, while my eyes are a deep forest green. As my eyes stare at themselves, I wonder what makes me unique? My facial shape is oval with a petite nose, lips that are sensitive and dusty pale rose hue. My shoulders are bare as is the rest of me, as my eyes traverse slowly down the double image of myself. My eyes stop at my high breasts as they too stare at me, small C cups are their mature size, my aureolas are large when relaxed and comfortably warm... as they are now. They are a soft tan-pink tone, surrounding a medium rosy texture of the semi-hard nipples. My gaze lingers upon the stainless steel barbells that run threw them, green 1/4" balls act as stoppers to keep the jewelry safely in the piercing, my choice to pierce them was not simply for sexual play, but for sensual appeal and attraction. For my nipples have always been super sensitive, even before I had the bejeweled. My eyes leave my globes of womanhood, tracing my short ribcage, my short waist to my fleshy hips and thighs. A belly button ring adorns my navel, matching green balls on each end. My hips are what He enjoys the most... Says it gives Him excellent leverage when we are making love. My thick thighs make my cheeks burn with dislike, but He says not to change them for they are gorgeous. I turn to one side, eyeing myself in profile, following the curve if my butt. Two dimples directly above my ass cheeks make me smile slightly... Butt dimples were a strange thing to have but I enjoyed them. He says He Loves my ass, the way it curves and features me well. My thighs tapper lower to my knees and then to my muscled calves and ankles. My feet and hands are small, not tiny, maybe too some but they merely just small. He Loves the feel of my small soft hands wrapped firm around His thick shaft, while my tongue and lips explore and love Him. My earrings twinkle in the lamp light as I face the mirror once again. My body jewelry sparkling as the light gleams off of their surfaces. My curls hang loosely around my neck and face, framing it which only adds to my soft petite form. My fingers pluck at my nipples, while my eyes flutter with feeling, vibrating thrills shoot straight to my womb... Wetting my core. My vagina begins to pulse and ache with a familiar need, a need of desire and comfort. Kneading the bulbous flesh of my breasts I tremble with sensations. My mind instantly turns to thoughts of Him. His smile, His eyes, His voice... The way He touches me, the length and girth of His ample shaft. The taste of His flesh in my mouth, between my lips, my tongue lapping. My fingers petting and stroking eagerly. My middle finger slipped towards my clitoris as I backed up, sinking into the deep fluffy sued couch, my legs spreading instinctively as I began to press slow circles on my exposed clit. My breasts spread out across my chest like round plush orbs, simply begging to be kissed and suckled, my nipples were extended, sensitive like my clitoris is... My barbells standing out against my flesh adding to their natural appeal. My circles grew rougher as my pussy lips got wetter, my scent wafting threw the room as I grew increasingly excited. The curly triangle pube hair was soft against my palm, it tickled as I twirled my finger, my vagina grew hot and began soaking and dripping with each passionate thought. Licking my lips I kneaded my larger left breast with my fingers, with my free hand flicking and gently tugging on my nipples making me moan aloud while my pussy ached with need... Ached to be filled and fucked. My moaning grew into panting groaning as the feeling of my clit being tended too as my other fingers toyed with my hardened tits. My stomach began to tense as I leveled my hips up and down, my vagina dripping and heated begging to be thrust into, to have a vigorous plundering. My orgasm built as wave upon wave of sensations rolled threw my little body. My mind spun and swirled with thoughts of Him, His thick hard dick moving in and out of my soft warm body, my pussy gripping Him, clasping Him intending to draw His manhood in and never let Him go. My cheeks flushed with heat as my orgasm broke over me, my vagina shivering violently, squeezing madly yet still aching to have a hard rod buried to the hilt. Gasping and groaning loudly I bucked as my bliss irrupted within my needy cunt. My bucking only caused me to want the real thing even more, my finger massaged my engorged clit harder, my juices soaking my inner thighs. Moaning with ever increasing need I rubbed my way into another rippling orgasm. Rocketing my body into panting His name as it torn within me, my vagina grasping and squeezing so harshly, pulsating it's glistening heat. Trembling viciously as I again forced another climax on myself, screaming His name, my body crying for His stiff cock. My eyes caught my reflection in the oval length mirror, I saw just how wickedly wanton I was being. There I lay legs spade apart like a lustful school girl, my 20 year old body shivering with need, my tight gripping pussy never ceasing it's eager power filled squeezing. My tits looked good enough to eat as they sat lusciously on my chest, the green glinting from the light. Cum glistening on my puffy, enflamed vagina lips. And lastly my green eyes were half hooded with wonderful bliss. He always Loves my face after I've been made to cum so fully and completely. A true portrait of happy, wonder and satisfaction. "Fuck me! Fuck me...ohhhhhhgod fuck me!" I cry aloud as my fingers tease myself to immense pleasure, building, pluming within my womb. My womb begging for rich thick cum. My legs went wider, my mouth open as I gasped over and over again. The pleasure was beyond intense, my body convulsed violently as I could nearly feel His long fat dick pushing into my small passage. My warm pussy cream soaking Him making Him slippery with my Love.