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The shiver of anticipation. Strong hands grazing along your inner thigh. A fingertip teasingly slipping beneath the fabric, playfully stroking the thin wisps of hair. Thighs part, urges stirring within. The delicate velvet folds slippery with needs. The bite of your lip as a fingertip trails downward. The jolt of electricity, gentle circles rubbing across your clit. Soft kissing, the feel of a smile as a finger slips inside you. Gentle kisses give way passionate hard kissing. Needs and craving getting more desperate with each passing moment. Fingers sliding in and out your pussy, tongues intertwined. Eyes closed lost in a moment. The sounds of your wetness and desperate moans filling the air. A thumb rubbing against your pulsating clit. Biting and sucking on each lips as our moans become one. Closer and closer as your desperate hands grasp at the sheets. Do I let you finish or keep you on edge?
Work break up parties were always a bore. Pompous overpaid clients bragging about how well they were doing. The crowded courtyard was full of people but there was only about half a dozen who he really wanted to talk to. He was engaged in conversation but not really interested, merely talking for the sake of talking. He took a big swig out of his beer and as his eyes lowered there she was. The sun shining off her hair, her cute smile, the way that dress hugged her hips. He smiled to himself she was always at her sexiest when she wasn’t even trying. Suddenly it was like the whole courtyard emptied and it was only her. He watched her intently, the sway of her hips, her bare legs, her amazing cleavage, the way her lips moved. He felt mesmerized before a wave of lust stir inside him. God she was sexy. There were many pretty women there, but none that compared to her.
She felt his eyes upon her before she saw him. She looked for him while she made idle chit chat. She caught his eye across the crowd, his wry smile always made her smile broadly. She gave him a little wink. Maybe it was the champagne, maybe the warm breeze but she was feeling a little playful. She excused herself and headed toward the bathroom. He watched as she weaved through the crowd, watched her bum move under her dress. This was the fuse that lit the fire. He growled to himself. He had to have her and it had to be now.
“Excuse me” he cut off the conversation mid sentence, he hadn’t been listening for the last 10 minutes anyhow. He weaved through the marquees, through the bar and up a small alley that led to the main path. He got there just as she passed, grabbing her arm. He pulled her into the alleyway. “Hey there” she smiled, “hey there yourself”. He grabbed her hips and pulled her into him “What are you doi…….” suddenly his mouth covered hers. He pressed himself against her, his hands grabbing at her ass. She felt his tongue slip between her lips searching for hers. A hard passionate kiss as he squeezed her cheeks. She pulled back licking her lips “mmmm” she purred “can I help you?” “I hope so” he smirked. She felt his hand snake across to her stomach. It slowly started to trail down between her legs. She reached down grabbing it and giving it a pat. “Later” she smiled. He stared intently into her eyes with a look that both startled and excited her. He shook his head, no words, but the look alone left no doubt as to his intentions. “Later” she trembled as his hands reaching lower began to lift up her dress. She feebly began to push his hand away. She was no match for his strong hands and she knew it. Her other hand joined in trying to push his hand away. “I can’t “ her voice shaking. He gathered both her wrist in his one hand. His big fingers gripping her tightly. He lifted her hands above her head and as he did he pushed her back against the wall.
He moved his body in against her and she felt the bulge in his jeans rub against her thigh. “Babe” she mumered. He kissed her again biting at her lip. His mouth began kissing her exposed neck. “I’m not asking” he whispered in her ear. She felt his strong fingers sliding over her panties. She felt the lace getting mashed against the lips of her pussy. “Don……..” she didn’t get a chance to finish as she felt his fingertip working against her clit. Although her words pleaded for him to stop her body gave up her true feelings. She could feel her wetness flooding as he kissed her neck and worked his hands over her pussy. He felt her wetness soaking her panties and he groaned into her neck and his cock throbbed in his jeans.
She closed her eyes and began to moan. She hear her ragged breathing but above that she could her the voices and footsteps only meters away. “What if we get caught” she panted in a barely coherent whimper. “Who gives a shit” he growled. The thrill of possibly being caught and the feel of his fingers was overwhelming. Every nerve in her body felt electric. It was at that moment she felt his hand slip under the elastic. His whole hand covered her making her feel dizzy under his control. She moaned loudly as his strong finger slipped inside her. He pushed it deep inside her, twisting and turning it. The grinding of his palm on her clit was devine and she could feel herself losing control.
Fuck me” she murmured in an almost dream state. “ fuck me”. He rubbed his aching cock against her thigh. She tried in vain to free her hands from his grip, desperate to feel it in her hands. She felt another finger inside her filling her completely. She could feel her legs begin to tremble and weaken. He could feel it too. He nibbles her ear “cum for me baby” “cum for me”. He let her hands fall and she wrapped them around her arms to stop herself from falling. He began to frantically finger fuck her, his fingers moving in and out of her like a blur.
“Oh fuck oh fuck “ her voice getting louder. He pushed his free hand over her mouth. Her whole body trembled. It started in the pit of her stomach as she felt her body contract and contort as a huge wave of pleasure rolled over her. She bit his hand hard to stop from screaming out. “Good girl” he encouraged. He drove his fingers deep inside her as her pussy clenched around them. Held only by the hand over her mouth and his fingers deep in her pussy she went completely limp. Breathless her mind blanked but for the euphoric pleasure washing over her. He held like that until gradually her heart rate began to fall. Her panting was gradually replaced with shallow breaths. He let the hand covering her mouth slowly fall to her chin. Gripping it he kissed her passionately “you are amazing” he whispered as his fingers slipped out. He pulled her panties back up giving her pussy a little spank as he did. “We’ll continue this later” he smirked. He let her dress fall back into place, turned and left. She steadied herself against the wall her hands on her knees. She glanced up, her mind still foggy to see him greedily licking his fingers as he turned the corner. “Bastard” she whispered.
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thinking about when she was riding me and i thrusted in and her eyes rolled back and she slapped a hand against the wall over my head to keep herself steady
I know as soon as I wake it’s going to be one of those days. Whether it’s what I’ve dreamt about or conversations had the day before, sometimes I don’t even know the trigger. But even before I open my eyes I can tell. The ache of my rock hard cock grinding against the mattress an obvious tell. My body reminds me of a need. A need for your body. Someone to hold, someone to kiss, someone manhandle and have my way with. Now the question is, what do I do? Do I roll into my back and let my hand snake down body. Do I reach down, cup my balls and feel their heavy weight. Do I grip my rigid shaft and give myself some instant gratification or do I wait. Do I hold off and leave myself on edge? A tense ball of sexual energy constantly wanting for the day? As I enter the shower the battle is real. The sway of my cock as I walk from the bed to the shower sets the mood. The water cascading over my body doesn’t help. The warm wet feeling reminds of your mouth. Your tongue sliding up and down my length before you take me into your mouth. I imagine you there. On your knees. Gazing up at me with lust. Eager. Ready. My hand grips my cock. Hard, throbbing, wanting. I slowly let it move it back and forth. Not with any real intent more just to feel. Long slow rhythmic strokes. I momentarily get lost in the moment. Turning off the water i step from the shower. Standing there naked the droplets of water cling to my skin. I run the towel over my body and look around the room. I imagine the possibilities. Maybe I could lift you up into the vanity, kneel down onto the floor and slip my tongue inside you. Or better still, maybe I could bend you over the sink and take you right there. Watching ourselves in the mirror as we fuck. Exiting the bathroom I’m not ready for clothes yet. It’s just feels right to be naked. I walk to the kitchen and begin making a coffee. The couch, the kitchen bench every space an open possibility for my rampant sexual imagination. Prop you up onto that. Lift you onto the island bench, spread your legs, grip my cock and bury myself deep inside you. My cock strains and twitches with every thought. I walk back into the bedroom and contemplate clothes. I can’t function like this. I need to cum. I grip my cock and squeeze, this time with more intent. The throbbing hardness in desperate need of your touch. My hand movements quicken. I image you on your knees looking up, mouth open, tongue extended. The head of my cock swollen, catching my fist with each stroke. My balls heavy with thick hot cum swinging with every movement. Harder and faster I stroke. My hand now a blur. Rubbing and stroking. I pull my cock downwards to feel more pressure. I need to cum. I feel it building in the pit of my stomach. I’m close. I feel my balls rise and my ass clench as I explode. A deep groan escapes as the first spurt sprays across my chest. My hips instinctively thrust forward. Ropes of hot cum spurt with each stroke of my hand. Again and again slowly reducing in velocity. Eventually a long squeezing stroke allows the last strand to drip from my cock onto my belly. As I walk back to the bathroom to clean up I imagine what you might be wearing for the day. What panties you might or might not be wearing. I feel a little stir. I’m thinking the clean up might have to wait. It’s definitely going to be one of those days.