0 comments/ 66709 views/ 10 favorites My Thoughts By: lesvosgirl (In my last story I asked my husband to tell you of our first threesome experience from his perspective. Now I would like to tell you my side of the story and some of how I felt. To make sense of this story you may want to read the first story ‘If only I could see’) We had talked about me having sex with another man many times and in some ways it had been exciting to think about but at the same time I wondered why he would want me to do this? If he loved me why would he want me to do something with another man? A lot of these thoughts went through my mind and I must admit to being a little confused. I was extremely nervous when it happened the first time and although I enjoyed what was happening, at the back of my mind I was wondering how this was going to affect our relationship. Having played around all evening with my husband (Phil) and his friend (Jim), when we went to bed I was as horny as hell and was feeling well enough under the influence of alcohol to give something a go. I decided that I needed to do this on my terms and so when we got into bed I was trying to seek reassurance from him that he was ok with what had been happening. The three of us had fooled around quite a bit that evening and at one stage I had accidentally felt Jim’s hardness through his trousers. He had come up behind me and whispered something in my ear. My hand had dropped to my side and accidentally stopped next to his crotch and I could feel the bulge with the back of my hand. I had not pulled my hand away but rather left it there and then as he was whispering in my ear I very slightly moved my hand from side to side. The pause in his whispering was enough to tell me that I was having an effect. Jim carried on whispering but his words were defiantly slower as he was obviously trying to concentrate on what he was saying. His hot breath on my ear and the warmth of his body as he stood next to me, started to excite me. He finished and I pulled away and laughed at what he had said and then moved off knowing that I was having an effect on him. So now as we lay in bed talking about what had happened, I had the knowledge that Jim was game. I was far enough gone to feel confident to try something and all I needed was the last re-assurance that my husband really was comfortable with this. I needn’t have worried, as he was hard and horny as hell. He was starting to feel me all over and I knew what direction he was going in. But if I was going to do this I wanted to do it on my terms. So I took his cock and went down on him. His pre-cum was already oozing out and it wasn’t long before he was twitching and throbbing in my mouth. Seconds later he was pumping hot cream in my mouth and I enjoyed the effect this had on him. A few more words and it wasn’t long before he was dropping off to sleep. I could tell he was a little surprised that I had not wanted my satisfaction but he didn’t seem to push it, for which I was grateful. I lay in bed having last minute thoughts and doubts until I realised that if I didn’t make a move I would talk myself out of it. I gently climbed out of bed and then headed off down the corridor. At the door to the spare bedroom I stopped and for a moment and I nearly turned back. What if Jim refused? What if he ….? A lot of last minute thoughts started to try and confuse me, so I put my hand on the door handle and slowly opened the door. I had been in the dark for over an hour now and so my eyes were well accustomed to the lack of direct light and I made my way over to the bed. He must have heard me because his head rose off the pillow and he said, “What’s up?” in a slightly alarmed tone. I pulled the bed covers back and whispered “Nothing, I just wanted a cuddle” and slipped into the bed next to him pulling the covers over me. His uncertainly was evident in his slow and hesitant moves and I understood that he must be wondering what was going on. “It is ok” I said, “Phil is asleep and anyway he wouldn’t mind even if he was awake”, I said hoping that I sounded convincing because I did not want a conversation about this. He seemed slightly assured but still cautious and so I kissed him and felt his warm mouth. I wondered if he could taste Phil on me and had a moment panic that he would suddenly be revolted and that would spoil the whole thing. I don’t know if he did or didn’t but he did stop responding and his hands rested on me. I stopped kissing and whispered, “You are going to make one of my fantasies come true”, hoping that this reassurance would calm him down. I realised that he would be wondering what Phil would think if he walked in and found us together. There was no doubt that he was happy to have me there as I could feel the swelling up of his cock against my stomach. This last comment must have done trick because he relaxed and started to move his hands over my body. It felt strange being next to another man in an intimate way. But at the same time it was exiting and I started to relax and allow my hands to explore this body I had not yet seen. Eventually I let my hands work their way around to the front of his body while we were still locked in a heavy kissing session. Finally, I needed to feel his manhood. I wanted to know what it felt like after the early brush that evening. My hands slipped down from his chest, across his abdomen and there it was! I found it a bit quicker than I thought I was going to and it twitched as I brushed against it. I lifted my hand to hold it and then came the first surprise. As my hands closed around it I realised that it was bigger than I had expected. I hadn’t thought of this before and had assumed that it would be the same as Phil’s. My heart jumped and my mind was racing. I started to feel it and in the dark my imagination went into overdrive. It felt totally different. I was starting to imagine it as being bigger than it was and then I was worrying if I could take it or if it would hurt me?!?! But despite all these thoughts going through me I realised that I was getting very turned on. The next shock that I got was his fingers suddenly arriving at my pussy. His hand came to rest on my pussy and immediately sent shock waves through my whole body. This was only the second man to ever touch me down there and for a split second the same thoughts came rushing back, ‘was this the right thing to do, how would this effect our relationship, did he really want this…’. But then the feeling from my left hand that was still exploring this hot weapon said ‘I want to feel this, I want to know what this feels like’. I don’t know what was going through his mind but by the way his cock was responding to my touch I think he realised that it wasn’t going to be long before he was cumming. He suddenly moved me away from him and I wondered what he was trying to do. When you have been with the same man for ten years you know each other’s habit, movements and what things mean. This was someone new and for a moment I wondered if he was changing his mind. Far from it, he moved down the bed and his face went between my legs. He lightly kissed my pussy lips and then his tongue flicked across my pussy sending little electric shocks up my body. ‘God’ I thought, ‘I won’t be able to put up with this for long. I’ll be cumming quickly if he does much more of that’. It was not that he did anything particularly different to Phil but it was something new and I was so worked up at this stage. It felt deliciously naughty combined with exciting and adventurous. His touch had made me catch my breath and Jim picked up on this and carried on licking and running his tongue over me until he was also letting it slip into me and explore my inner sanctum. Very quickly I was beyond the point where I was thinking of anything but the mounting feeling that was building up and then it was there. Waves of feelings resounding through my body. Spasms of rapid contractions and release as I could feel the flood gates open and I was moaning very loud and holding onto his head wanting it to stay there forever and not let this feeling stop. As the feeling continued to wash over me with each pass being slightly less as I came down from my heights of pleasure a thought went through my mind ‘How loud had I been?’ A moments panic but then I didn’t care as this was fantastic and I now wanted that cock. Jim came back up the bed and kissed me hard and deep into my mouth. It was lovely and I held his body against me enjoying the warmth and the after glow of a wonderful orgasm. Slowly my hands descended to his bum, which I gripped and felt before moving around to find this piece of manhood that I wanted to feel. He stopped kissing and I took the opportunity to make my move. I started to move down the bed and as I pushed back the covers and descended, I said to him “switch on the bedside light”. He was obviously surprised by my comment but he leaned over and switch it on. My imagination had run wild enough and I was wanting to see exactly what he had down here. As it came into view, with me blinking in the sudden bright light, I was not disappointed as there in my hand was a hard, uncircumcised, throbbing manhood with a glisten of moisture seeping out the top. It was bigger than Phil’s but not as big as my imagination had run away with in the dark. It was slightly shorter probably but defiantly thicker. I wanted to taste it and I licked the pre-cum off the top before letting it slip between my lips and then sucking it into my mouth. Jim let out a small moan and it was twitching in my mouth. I realised that he wasn’t going to be able to control this for long. I decided that, when this beast got in me I wanted it to be a long lasting experience and not over in couple of minutes. So I started to give long slow sucks deliberately speeding up so as to encourage him to cum as soon as possible. I didn’t have to wait long and for the second time that night I had a cock twitch and then explode in my mouth. Jim was moaning and holding the side of my head in his hands as his whole pelvis was twitching beneath me. As he calmed down I did not let him out of my mouth but rather held him in my mouth and let him relax. When he relaxed I slowly started to suckle him, determined that I would revive this beast so that I could ride it. It didn’t take that long and I started to feel the reaction as blood started to pump quickly into his cock and it started to respond to my attentions. I enjoy the effect that I was having on him and it wasn’t long before he was ready for me again. I moved up the bed and we kissed but before I could move onto him he started down the bed and his face buried itself between my legs for the second time. Jim was good with his tongue and he had me moaning and jumping under his attack on my pussy with his mouth. I don’t know how many times I cum but I know I was eager for his cock by the time he moved over me with his weapon pointing out and eager for the attention it was seeking. I cannot describe the feeling that I got as he slowly at first slid himself into me. He was defiantly thicker and I have not been stretched like that before even with toys and two or three fingers from Phil. I let out a long moan as I felt every inch of him working its way in. I don’t know how long he pumped me but the feeling was magical and I was lost in the pleasure that filled me with each movement he made. I held him tight with my legs around him and he continued to speed up again. It wasn’t long before I was building up to cum again on this lovely cock. Then I felt him starting to pulsate and swell a little more as he was starting to cum. I started cumming before him but soon he was responding by filling me with loads of hot juice, which I felt exploding inside me. After we both regained our breath and calmed down again, I started to think about what I had done. Phil was lying asleep in the bedroom down the corridor and here I was gaining sexual satisfaction from another man. A thought ran through my mind ‘what if he had not meant it?’ I thought, ‘what if he was only saying it as a fantasy but didn’t really mean it?’ These are probably normal thoughts in this situation, so I dismissed them and decided that I would go back and see if my husband was awake and let him find what I had been up to. When I got to our bedroom I had to bend down in the dark and see if he was awake. He seemed asleep but then he moved. I was grateful because I really wanted to tell him his fantasy had come true. I climbed on top of him with my legs on either side of his chest. “I have been a naughty girl,” I said. “Do you want to know what your naughty girl has been doing tonight?” I asked. I suddenly felt very nervous so I continued before he could say much although I was sure he had responded with a “mmm”. “I did what you always wanted me to do. I have been playing with another cock,” I blurted out in a way relieved that it was said but also fearful of what the reaction would be. At that moment I moved forward and lowered my soaking pussy down onto his mouth. He groaned in a way that made me feel that it was ok and so I moved my pussy over his protruding tongue eager to see what effect this would have on him. Looking down I realised that I was unloading cum onto his face. I don’t know why I said it but I said “Do you like the taste of my lovers cum?” I could tell by the way he was reacting that this was not bothering him. In fact he seemed to be enjoying it. His tongue was licking at my lips with earnest and I had to say “Please be gentle because my pussy has had a bit of a hammering tonight”. I started to lift myself off his face when I realised just how much cum had been deposited on his face. I gave a slight laugh and told him he was covered in cum. I immediately went down to kiss him and found myself licking him clean. While I was busy working on his mouth and face I felt him positioning his cock at the entrance to my pussy. I waited for the usual thrust as he started to move into me but instead I hardly felt anything as he pulled me down hard on top of him. He was in me but there was very little feeling except on the outer lips of the pussy, which were a little tender. He started moving back and forth inside me and I started to get a little feeling as he built up a rhythm. I even made comment about not been able to feel him and asked him if he liked the feeling? He was building up very quickly and I knew it wasn’t long before he would be cumming. I started to tease him with words, saying things like “I never imagined what a thick cock like that would be like and never realised how much feeling it would give me”. “It was so amazing and felt soooo good” I continued, I hope you are pleased that I did what you have always wanted” I said and then decided to go for the ultimate tease and so I added, “because now I have had that nice thick cock I am going to have to have it again.” That was the last straw for him and I felt him begin to explode. He bounced around below me having a powerful orgasm that nearly threw me off him. I held on and allowed him to enjoy the moment he had dreamed about and had finally happened. My thoughts I woke up very early in the morning and lay in the bed listening to Phil breathing heavily next to me. I wondered how we had got to this point. I wondered if it had happened at all, but the slight soreness between my legs when I moved them together assured me that it had. I thought about this and wondered if it was going to affect our relationship. It is quite difficult to understand that the man you love, and who tells you that he loves you, also wants you to fuck another man! It seems contrary to what I always understood about relationships. I tried to rationalise it in my mind. I knew he loved me and I most defiantly loved him. As long as that commitment was in place then what was I worrying about? I believed him and he must believe me to trust me in this way. I tried to understand how he must feel and what satisfaction he must get from this. (I knew what satisfaction I had got from it!) What is he looking for? I know he likes me to tease him. I suppose this is a form of teasing. He often says that he likes to see me enjoy myself. He has said many times “I find it a big turn on to see or know you have enjoyed yourself” and that has been regardless of whether he achieved it with his tongue, cock, finger or a toy. In fact he loved me satisfying myself. I had discovered that men are different in the way they go about sex and so I suppose that this was another way of him seeing me have fun. I was worried because there was a little feeling of being cheap or behaving like a slut that slightly bothered me, but that seemed to be part of the excitement for him. In our fantasies he had talked about him catching me with another guy or me not telling him what I had planned and then coming home with evidence of what I had been up to. All these seemed to excite him. I started to realise that there was so much I could do and that this could be fun. At the same time I also realised that the one thing I needed to always do was reassure him that although I did all sorts of things, he was the man I loved. So he liked being teased. So what classifies teasing? I thought of all our conversations and I decided: It is teasing if I talk about the naughty things I have done and how much I had enjoyed it or how much better my lover had been. It was teasing if I gave him graphic accounts of what I was going to do or had done. It was teasing if I dominated him and told him what he could and couldn’t do. It was teasing if I made him watch me with my lover or made him listen to me while I rode another cock. It was even teasing if I treated him like a little boy or as my plaything to do as I told him to. But the bottom line was that he would always want me to reassure him that I would come back to him and to know that he was the man in my life. He would need to know I loved him more than anything or anyone else. In fact it is no different than what I want. I want to know that he will always accept me back and want me to be with him. As I lay there I thought that this could be fun. It was worth giving him that reassurance if it brought us both pleasure. He always re-assured me and showed me he loved me. I began thinking of how I was going to tease him in future. All sorts of thoughts went through my mind. I suddenly realised that I was wet between the legs. I turned and looked at him sleeping soundly next to me. Well nothing like starting as you plan to go on!! I blew him a kiss and slowly got out of the bed and tiptoed down the corridor. ‘This was going to be fun’ I thought as I pushed the spare bedroom door open and stepped inside. ‘A lot of fun for both of us!’ My Thoughts: Levels of Submission One of My favorite books is The Loving Dominant by John Warren. This essay is one that I have working on, in My mind for several weeks, and it always gets put to the side because in the middle of putting it together I think of something else I want to write about. This time I finished it. The topic that caught My mind's interest is in chapter 5; levels of submission. The author talks about that, in her opinion, there are three levels of submission: Fantasy, Clarity and Transparency. The following are My thoughts on the topic in an effort to get your input as well. Fantasy is the place W/we all start (whether Dominant or submissive). I tend to think of the cyber world of chat rooms, BLOGs and forums as the way where these fantasies can be explored safely. The mind so often leads the body. My own journey began here and it was first explored in the stories I wrote and published. My characters acted out the fantasies I had, and the response from those who read them and took the time to leave comments fed My own awareness that what I was feeling was accepted by a group of people who understood what I was going through. Thanks to the various chat rooms I've been in and observed the conversations in, I found that many people are exploring their fantasies. They test them (their fantasies) gently at first and then plunge more deeply via cyber sex and phone sex where they test to see if they have limits. This first stage lets them find out if they enjoy bondage, with and without gags, spankings, floggings or caning. The also get to see if they enjoy things like anal play (sex, beads, plugs, vibrators, etc) or they can test their bisexual desires or curiosity. All of these explorations are safe and take a lower level of "trust" than the other two levels of submission. Before I leave this section, I wanted to point out that fantasy can still include going to BDSM friendly clubs and just soak in the atmosphere as well as test the waters gently with a Dom or talk to a submissive and explore in that way. Clarity is the next lever according the model put forth by the author. In Clarity a submissive commits herself to a Dominant and the trust building process begins. I separate respect and trust for what I believe is a good reason. Respect is something I give to everyone, because it is the way I was brought up. Everyone deserves My respect. They get My respect till they do something drastic enough to loose it. However, it is a different story when it comes to trust. I develop trust in people based on My experiences with them, and expect others to do the same. Trust, in My opinion is build upon experience. As the submissive and the Dominant progress from the early experiments where they test what T/they like and don't like they begin to build trust. It starts to prove the "Safe, Sane and Consensual" is a way of life for B/both of them. As they move deeper into new areas to explore the communication builds up and hopefully, if done right, so does the trust. Trust becomes the key building block to achieve the next step. There is a trust that the Dominant is paying enough attention to keep her safe so that she can fully enjoy the pleasures she's allowing herself - through Him - to experience. Transparency is the next step. Transparency has no specific point where it starts, and I'm guessing that it is something that during the clarity phase happens on occasion and then builds to the point where it just stays. Transparency is the point where not only the physical aspects of BDSM are safe to explore because there is such a connection between the Dom and His submissive, but also the emotional sharing that exposes each other's soul to the other. This is probably the most difficult part for people to reach. There are so many things that are so personally difficult to share, but yet are so important to share in order to leave the self imposed constraints behind and grow: The bonding between Man and woman that sets her free to explore her true potential, under the loving control of her chosen Dominant. In transparency the submissive gets to fully explore the boundaries that used to hold her back, and together with her Master she pushes them back and reaps the pleasure rewards that come from mastery of her self, as she dispels the feeling of inferiority (not being able to do her best in that particular situation) that held her back in the past. Together, the Master and submissive or slave crash through those old barriers and gain much more than the physical pleasure. What they gain is the ultimate in trust and their ability to share and communicate openly. Now, your turn, what thoughts if any did this post generate and help Me learn from you. My Thoughts of You I have this insatiable need for you. I find myself thinking of you at the oddest moments. My memory creates a vivid picture. I could be standing in front of a group of people speaking and suddenly my voice will trail off and my eyes will stop focusing. I might be picturing the way you looked as I was on top of you, riding your dick, thrusting my hips to a vocal rhythm. Your eyes watching mine, half closed, as you bite your lip and give a soft moan. I will bring myself back to reality and continue the lecture... wondering if the men in the room can smell my heat, or see that my nipples are hard beneath my bra. Perhaps I might be in a meeting, listening to one of the managers discuss the business issues we are dealing with, when suddenly his voice will become a buzzing distraction, and my mind's eye will not see the boardroom, but the bedroom. I will see you as you are above me, pounding into me, thrusting your hips at me, my legs in the air behind you, your face dripping sweat as you try to go deeper, faster and harder, making me moan, making me scream, making me cum. I will see your face, eyes closed, while you are concentrating on feeling the wet depths you are pumping your dick into. I will feel you, my hands wrapped around your biceps, your mouth leaning down to suck and bite on my nipples, your hips pushing against mine, your thick cock in me, making me crazy for more. Only crossing my legs under the table will awaken me to what is going on around me... making me wonder if the men in the room knew what I was thinking about as they looked at me questioningly. I was even asked if I was feeling all right. If they only knew just how "all right" I was feeling. I will await the nightly phone calls, and even if they do not get suggestive, the sound of your voice makes me remember the way you would talk to me when we were in bed. How you would say to me, "Do you feel that, baby? I feel how wet you are. Ride me, baby. Take my dick in that pussy." I would remember how the words alone would bring me to the edge. So close... where I only had to rub my clit down on you and I would explode... cumming so long and hard it felt as if I was floating. I will await your visits, knowing that when you enter the door and kiss me hello, I fight myself not to pull you down onto the floor and screw your brains out right then and there. It is almost as if I cannot help myself. I hear you and I want you, I talk to you and I want you, I see you and I want you, I think about you... and I want you. I will remember the time where I was on my side, my leg in the air, you pumping into me. How you slowed-down to tease me, and then suddenly slammed into me, practically forcing the sounds out of my throat, smacking my ass at the same time, hard, almost painfully, and how my pussy clenched as you did it. Or I will remember the time in the bathroom, after that wonderful shower together, where the wetness of the water could not compare to the wetness between my legs. When I kneeled down in front of you and took your beautiful cock in my mouth, and how your legs trembled because of how I made you feel. I remember when I stood before you, my back to your chest, and you kissed my neck, knowing it drove me nuts and then acted surprised when I put your hands on my breasts and told you to "FUCK ME NOW!" And my favorite... that night you called me. I could hear in your voice how much you wanted me, how much you wanted to be making love to me right then. I will smile when I remember how you moaned when I told you what I was doing to my pussy with my fingers, how I had been thinking of you when you called and was touching myself wishing it was you. I started to say things... nasty things, turning you and myself on even more. You started breathing heavily on the other end of the receiver, and I could hear the sounds in the background, the sounds of you jerking off. My nipples got so hard, and my body got so wet right then. When I started using the vibrator I keep under my bed and you heard the noise it made, you went crazy. I could hear the noises and groans you make as you cum... and I exploded with the vision of your cum splashing on your belly, wishing I could be there to lick you off. My memories sustain me until the times we are together, when my dreams become reality, and we create more memories for me to lose myself in. My Thoughts On Showering... My Thoughts On Showering: A Fantasy I'm in the bathroom standing in front of the mirror, brushing my hair; I see your reflection as you enter. You stand there for a minute watching me brush the tangles out of my long curls. I offer the brush to you. You take it, and gently stroke a section in the back of my hair with it. Starting with the ends, and working your way up, like you have done a thousand times before. You love brushing my hair. You love the warm, thick, soft texture of my hair. The curls wrap around your fingers as you brush through the section. Each tendril seems to intertwine and clasp on to you. You finish brushing through the back and you put the brush down on the counter. You wrap your arms around me from behind and pull me close to you. I look up in the mirror and can see you smiling at me. I reach up and embrace your arms. Then slowly I turn around in your arms to face you. I look up at you with my big brown eyes and you smile back. Your blue eyes are lit up with love and adoration. I reach up on my tippie toes and kiss your warm lips. They feel tender and soft, your mustache lightly tickles my face. Your lips part with mine, as you search my mouth with your tongue. Already, I can feel the stirring in your loins. Your drop your hands from behind me, as you reach around the front of my robe for the knot in my belt. You undo the knot and the robe falls to the floor leaving me naked. You continue to kiss me, kissing me more deeply now. I can feel the passion in your kiss. You caress my naked body as your tongue probes my insides sending shockwaves throughout my core. You reach for my nipples and they harden at your touch. You tease them a little between your fingers. Your lips leave mine as you work your way down my neck, kissing it's warmth. You trace your way down my neck line to my collar bone in gentle little kisses. You stop your ministrations to my nipples for a minute and lightly trace over my collar bone. My skin feels silky smooth beneath your fingers. I feel myself starting to melt with your touch. I feel so feminine, like a delicate flower. You look up at me, and smile. Your eyes convey such warmth. And want. I see a spark of mischief in them and I wonder what you are thinking. Before I can utter word. You are lifting me up and setting me down on the vanity top. The marble counter feels cold against my naked cheeks. I can feel it cooling off my wetness. You lean forward and take in a nipple into your mouth, and suck on it greedily, hungrily. You attack my nipple with such vigor, that I am taken by surprise. The cool marble beneath me seems to have just gotten slicker. A moan escapes my lips. You move on to the other nipple with the same vigor and hunger. My exposed nipple tingles with the cool dampness left on it. I cradle you head in my hands, throwing my head back to moan softly. You know of my fantasy to come from merely having my nipples stimulated, and are doing a pretty good job of getting me there. I feel you tongue flicking my sensitive nipple as if you were trying to milk it. The sensations within me are growing and mounting. You alternate now between nipples, and quickly lick the nipple tops back and forth as you press my breasts together. You can tell I am enjoying your touch as I knead the back of your head and neck lightly with my nails. My moaning is becoming louder, and I am rolling my head from side to side. I wanted to give in to the feelings within me. Pangs of excitement and anticipation are nagging at my inner core. I want to ride this wave as long and as far as it would take me. You can feel me giving way underneath you, and you lightly nibble at one of my nipples to further heighten my pleasure. Then you return to my now overly sensitive nipple and suck it for all it is worth. You reach down and spread my legs, as you dive two fingers deep into my wet interior, sending me over the edge. I roar and scream, as your hand is rewarded with a bath of warm fluids. You shove your thumb onto my love button to keep the sensations within me going. Your mouth leaves my breasts, moves down between my legs, leaning me back, and lap up the juices between my lips with your tongue. You reach down and place my legs over your shoulders, my feet are near your ears, and you slide me forward to you. You continue applying gentle pressure to my clit continuing to make me come. Before I even have a chance to come down from one orgasm, I am riding another wave of passion and pleasure. You continue licking up my juices as I give them to you. I am moaning and screaming like never before. Your mustache and beard tickles my inner thighs. You reach up, not wanting to neglect my breasts and pinch my nipples. Your tongue runs it's course from my perineum along my lips to my clit. You take long quick laps up my slit, quickly passing my clit. You suck my baby smooth lips, and then drive your tongue into my pussy as your nose pushes against my clit. I am writhing in ecstasy. My juice trickles down your beard. I take hold of your and shove it into my pussy more as I continue riding this orgasmic wave you have caused deep within me. I am screaming and calling you name. You suck and lick and drink all that I have to give you. You'd like to stay between my legs all day but you have other plans for me. Slowly I start to calm down from the sexual overload. You kiss my sweet smooth lips, and just for fun blow a verbert on my inner thigh. I laugh and smile at you. You face is covered in my juices. After about a minute, you stand up letting my legs drop slowly, helping them rest against the cabinet doors. Then you help me off of the counter. I am still somewhat disoriented. You support me, and we stand there in an embrace; me with my head on your shoulder, and you with your arms around my back holding me. I look up at you into your loving blue eyes. I see the love and warmth in them, and I see the want in them still. Slowly, I break the embrace and head for the shower. You reach for my hand and hold it as I open the shower door with my other hand. We drop hands as I take the next half step towards the shower and turn it on, and allow the water to heat up. Then quickly, I return to your hand and kiss you. I am can taste my juice on your lips. Kinda tangy, kinda sweet, but then, I have gotten used to the taste on your lips. I reach for your cock; it's semi hard. I smile and think about how hard it will soon be. Then I head into the shower and close the door behind me. You stand outside the shower for a minute or two watching me through the clear doors. I can feel the warm water run down my hair and back. I welcome the feel of the water on my back and feel it's soothing comfort. I reach up and lift my hair, wetting it. You take hold of your cock as you watch me. You think about my hair and you smile. You love it's soft, rich feel, and it's sweet smell. I feel the water rush over my shoulders and down my breasts. My nipples tingle with delight. They are already sensitive from the attention you have just given them. I reach down and take one between my finger and give it a pinch. Instantly it perks right up. I take the other and do the same. I know you are watching me, and I smile a wicked smile. I decide to do a little dance and tease for you in the shower, as I play with my nipples. You moan slightly as you rub your growing shaft. My dark chocolate nipples and areolas stand out against my skin. Gently I twist a nipple for you and pull on it. Then I reach under my breast, cupping it and bring my mouth down on the nipple as I suck and lick it. Your shaft hardens and your mind reels. I continue to play with my nipples with one hand as the other and slowly travels down my belly, past my belly button, in search of my V. I turn slightly so you can get a good look at my trimmed puss and smooth lips, not that you haven't already had a close up view of them. You continue to stroke yourself as you watch me play with my lips and nipples. I trace my lips with my fingers and open then a little for you showing them to you. You are getting excited watching my performance for you. You are not sure how much you can take. I see you hard cock, and smile. I like the thought that I can turn you on so by playing with myself. I lean forward and press my breasts into the shower door, mashing them. You see my flattened chocolate kisses and laugh a little. The smooth glass is cold and sends a chill down my spine. I wiggle my ass a little and step back. I open the door and reach for you. You take my hand and I pull you into the shower. You join me and wrap your arms around me as you passionately kiss me. You burn with desire for me and I can feel it in your kiss. You loved your private performance and thank me with your kiss and loving embrace. We stand there kissing under the flow of the water for a few minutes. The water sprays down each of our backs and trickles down in the cracks between us in the front. The water is still warm and refreshing. We can feel the heat of our passion rising in the steam of the shower. I can feel your want growing between your legs and pushing in me. I feel the stirring desire inside me growing too. You turn me around and reach for the shampoo. You look at my hair and smile as you pour some sweet smelling shampoo into your hands. You lather up my hair with the shampoo and gently massage my scalp with your finger tips. I slowly rock my head back and forth and moan. You fingers feel good going through my scalp. You feel the rich lather foam up between your fingers and the softness of my hair. You can tell by the way I am moving my hips that I like you washing my hair. You pull me back a little by the shoulders and lean me back into the stream of the water so you can rinse my hair. You watch the suds run out of my hair, cascading down the curls like a waterfall. You gently pull on my ends and watch the remaining soap bubbles slide down my hair and gently squeezing excess water out of it. You take the creme rinse and squeeze a dab in your palm. You smile as you stare at it for a moment. The color and the consistency look vaguely like another creamy substance we're so fond of. You rub it between your fingers and then massage it through my curls, make sure to get it worked into my ends and underside where I need it most. The feeling is so silky, so sensual, I nearly come on the spot. My eyes are closed as I concentrate on the moment. I nearly stumble and lose my balance but you are there to catch me. I snap out of my momentary trance, and turn to face you. You are staring down at me, smiling. I stretch up and thank you with a kiss. We each grab a shower pouf and some shower gel and lather them up. Then we massage the lather all over each other washing each other's bodies. Afterwards, take turns standing in the stream and rinsing off the soapy suds. You let me go first. And as you are having your turn standing in the stream and rinsing off, I cannot help but to hungrily eye your cock. Watching the warm water run off of it, makes it all the more appealing to me. I kneel down to take position between your legs as I reach for your long semi erect cock. I hold my mouth open underneath it to catch the run off. The water tastes sweet. I lap at the water on the undersides of your sacs, and roll your cock between my hands. It firms instantly to my touch. I tease the head with my tongue. You take my head in your hands. The water is beating down on my face, and I lovingly take your shaft into my mouth. I feel your ridges with my tongue as I wrap my lips around you. I stroke my fist up and down and I bob my mouth up and down your rigid shaft. My tongue mashed it to the roof of my mouth. I relax my throat, gagging a little as I take all of you in. It makes me choke a little, but I know you love the feeling of being swallowed up inside of me, and having my lips surrounding your base. I continue to manipulate your tool with my mouth for a few minutes. You are loving the sensations it is sending you, but you have other plans for me. You take my face, and turn it upward so I can look at you as your remove your shaft from my mouth. It makes a wet popping noise as it comes out. You are smiling at me, and your merry blue eyes are saying thank you to me. You have me turn around, while still on my knees. You massage my cheeks, and slit for a few. The warm water is still beating down on me, and my juices are already flowing, so it is slick inside there. You take you shaft and guide it inside me. You enter in one fluid movement. You take hold of my hips and pull out a little only to slam it back in to the hilt. I cry out as your head hits my cervix. You hesitate for a second realizing that I am okay, and you continue. I am moaning more and more as my body begins to quiver around your cock. The water is spraying off of you and raining down on me. It trickles down my backside and tickles my ass. You continue your erotic assault on my body. Your cock is sawing at my clit, and brushing my spot and cervix. The sensations radiate throughout my body. My moans can now be heard about the sound of the shower as they echo against the walls. You can tell by my tone that I am close to coming. You say you want to hear me scream as you slam into me. You reach around on grab my breasts. Water drips from my nipples as you rub some in with your thumb and fore finger. I can feel your balls slamming into my ass. You pull out and slam into me once more and I cannot hold on any longer. You hear me scream as squeal as I quiver and come all over your cock. The water washes it away as it squirts out onto your balls. You hear the sloshing sound and feel how wet my insides are. You allow me to calm down, and you help me up from the tile floor. I rub my knees a little which are marked by indentations of the tile. We laugh and we kiss as I wrap my arms around you. The water is starting to feel cooler now as we have gone through the hot water. You are not done yet though as you lift me up. I am still kissing you as I wrap my legs around your midsection. You turn and press me into the cool wet tile wall as you enter me, grasping my ass. The combination of the cold wall, and water raining down on me, and you entering me sends shivers down my spine. I let out a gasp. Chills run all through me as you continue to slam my back into the wall. You stop kissing me as look me straight in the eyes examining my soul as your cock pounds away inside me. I see the edges of your lips turn up in a slight smile. You are enjoying yourself, and know that I am too. Moans are beginning to escape my lips again. The water is beginning to turn icy cold, but inside of me, you are churning and keeping me plenty warm. The cold water spraying on me causes my nipples to harden. You can feel them poking at you between us and you twitch your eyes brows in approval. You pick up the pace now and are rapidly entering me. I know you are not far from coming and I moan and thrust onto you with my body, trying to match each thrust from you. I want to take you all in. I want to meet you in your excitement and come with you. You cannot hold on much longer and begin to whisper enticing things in my ear. You know what turns me on, and what makes me hot. You have already made me so hot this morning, but you want to give me an extra boost and push me right over the edge. My mind is reeling as I feel your cock begin to quicken and pulsate. I'm moaning and screaming and I know the time is near for me too. The anticipation of the coming orgasm make my heart race. My body tingles with excitement. I hear you cry out as you begin to shoot your load deep inside of me. You slow your thrusting down and hold yourself deep within me. I think of the things you said to me in my ear and I am overwhelmed with my own shockwaves of orgasm. Our juices mix together and run outside of me and down my ass cheeks. Cold water from the shower rinses the product of our love fest and cools us. We smile and laugh as I collapse on your shoulders. You ease me down and continue to hold me. I look up at you and smile. We kiss as we rinse in the cold water. It feels good on our heated bodies. We finish, dry off, and lean into one another basking in the afterglow of our love making. I love showering with you. Thank you. My Thoughts on Writing Erotica I wish this section was called "Advice" or "Encouragement" rather than "How to". "How to" seems a little more emphatic than what I want to say. Still, I feel like putting in my two cents worth. I was a long-time reader of Literotica before I dared attempt writing a story myself. It was only once my dissatisfaction with what I had read prompted me to give it a try that I finally sat down and began to type. I was conceited enough to think I could write as good a story, or better, as those I had read. My confidence soon gave way to humility and frustration as I discovered that writing involved more than turning my dirty thoughts into words. Over time, and several attempts, I eventually began to learn that there were several key ingredients to making a story believable and erotic. What I'm attempting to do here is elaborate on some of these and maybe help fellow authors to become better authors, and encourage those who are still too shy to submit their attempts to do so. Here is what I think matters -- feel free to disagree: DIALOGUE Read it, again and again if you must -- then aloud once more. Do you speak like that? Do the people you know speak like that? If the answer is "No" then re-write until it sounds believable -- literally. TEMPO People sometimes meet and within an hour they are having sex. This happens, but it's not the norm -- especially in situations that are taboo for one reason for another: gay, lesbian, interracial, and incestuous encounters -- not to mention non-human, I reckon. I could perhaps add trysts where one partner is married, or is unaccustomed to kinks like BD/SM, or is reluctant/resistant. Prolonging the seduction, and the ultimate culmination, not only makes the story more believable, but it also increases the excitement for the reader and makes the release more intense. DESCRIPTION "He squeezed her breast." Did he squeeze her left breast or her right one? Did it feel firm or like a rotten tomato? Was he unable to fit all of it within his hand or pinch it easily between his fingers? Details help the reader to envision in his or her mind what you are describing. This in turn heightens their arousal and adds to their enjoyment of your story. It's better to give too many details than not enough, I think. Are his eyes brown or blue? Is she under or over six feet tall? These descriptions ultimately matter to the reader. When s/he grabbed his cock was it hard, thick, hot, long, short, twitching, or did it feel like a cold carrot? We need to know these things. SPELLING, GRAMMAR, ETC. This is my greatest weakness. I have had several stories rejected because of spelling errors and it's embarrassing to be rejected for something that amounts to carelessness and being lazy. Finding a good freeware word processing program online with a spell check solved this problem for me. Another common problem I have noticed is authors who can't differentiate between words such as "their" and "there" and so on. Literotica has dozens of volunteer editors who are more than willing to help authors with various aspects of their stories -- be it spelling, grammar, plot outline or simply critiquing them for style or plot. I have used them in the past and found their help and input invaluable. Do not hesitate to contact one of them before you submit a story, even if you consider it perfect. Find an editor who is willing to edit stories dealing with the subject matter yours is about and contact her/him. Bear in mind that many editors are only willing to accept stories of particular themes -- consult their profile to ensure your story meets their criteria before you contact them. DIFFERENT STROKES Many, if not all, authors seem to write about subjects that especially interest them, myself included. This may be self-indulgent, but that does not necessarily mean that their kinks aren't shared by others. Don't be discouraged from writing a story because you feel that no one else will be interested in what you are. You might be surprised by how many others share your interests. WRITE AND SUBMIT This I feel the most important piece of advice I want to share. If you have an idea for a story, begin writing it down -- whether it's on paper or a text file on your computer. Even if you have no idea where how story will end or what the characters' names are, start by making notes or a plot outline. Let your imagination and dirty mind run free and see where it takes you. Once you have finished your story and are happy with it -- submit it! You have nothing to lose. If you're not a member, sign up with a username as an alias. No one (not your spouse, family members, friends, co-workers, or pets) will ever know you are the author. If you receive Feedback that you find unflattering remember that it's easier to criticize than to take the bold step you have taken by submitting your work for all to see and judge. How many of you have finished reading a story and thought "I could have written that!"? Well, you're right! Unfortunately you have probably talked yourself out of doing just that many times. MY PROMISE So far what I've written I consider my opinions based on what experience I have. I've tried to not be too dogmatic about it, but I want to finish with something I know for a fact: Your first story is the hardest to write, but if you keep at it and continue writing you will get better at it and find it easier each time. After you have written a number of stories you will re-read your first one or two and be unhappy with them because you will have become a better writer than you once were. YOUR PROMISE This is a promise that I want you to make to yourself. No one else in the whole world will ever know about it; just you. Promise yourself that you will stop listening to those thoughts of doubt and guilt that have prevented you from writing. Turn those wicked fantasies you would be ashamed of people knowing you have into words and submit them. You will find it a very rewarding experience.