Lifes Little Worries

Sweet little Red Riding Hood…

Through the darkness broken occasionally by the moonlight stabbing between the trees, the little Red Minx was stepping with a confidence along the winding path.

Her petite figure was barely concealed with the short, plaid skirt flitting up and down, revealing glimpses of the sheer, white cloth that could hardly be called panties, contrasting against her glowing, brown skin.

This was merely a peek into her inherent nature.

Look along the lines of her toned legs peering out from under her flimsy cover down to the ankle-high, black boots and one could be forgiven for tripping over his – or her – tongue.
As she kicked the stones of the path her hips swayed and her trim waist twisted in a rhythm that hypnotised the prying eyes of her followers. 

She was a temptress, a danger to any mortal who might approach her.

But I was no mortal.  I could gaze upon her face and look into those huge green eyes with pools of exotic ponds that swallowed many a man before me.
And it was not only her eyes that swallowed men; her mouth shrouded with thick, luscious red lips had brought many a man to his knees and left them drained, sullen and dirty.

I had watched her devour men and women, leaving little of their sanity intact.  But she had not met me – yet.

On this day, on her way to her Grandma’s house deep in the woods where she would be completely alone, she was in very high spirits.
She had just quenched her lust on the local woodsman. She had stripped him down to what God have blessed him with, for which he was well known in these forests by the wenches and wives of other woodsmen.  She was too much woman for him, she had ridden him hard, milked him dry and left him a crumpled shell of a man.
Then on her way, her lips still moist from her conquest, her loins merely warmed, ready for her next encounter….

On this day, the scent of her opulent perfume and decadent sex wafted through the forest and a trail of suitors were attracted and forewarned at the same time of her presence.

I was waiting at Grandma’s house for her arrival, from where Grandma had fled knowing what was to come.  I was aroused in anticipation. 
My muscles were warm and tight, my cock was hard and thick, bulging in my torn jeans. 
My black eyes sucked in all light and the vision of Red’s divine figure as she bounced gracefully up the path to the door.

‘knock, knock!’

I hesitated to provide some level of suspense.  I was hot for this dirty girl, I wanted to punish her badly, so badly that she would never crave for another.  My mane was slumped across my face, my fur on fire, standing to attention as she waited for my response.

“Who is there, at the door of Grandma’s?” I asked in my husky, dark voice. My sex was dripping in anticipation.

“It is I, your Red Riding Hood, I have come to visit and satisfy my hunger,” was her sheepish reply.  She knew I was there, that I would be waiting for her.

I opened the door and she merely slid her body against the door frame, her hand extended towards my crotch.  “I see you have been waiting for me,” she snaked with a sly smile.

Her hand reached forward to touch me, but I stepped aside and opened the door inviting her inside.  “Welcome to Grandma’s house young Minx. Grandma apologises she was unable to greet you in person.  But I am here to make you feel at home.”

She waded in, her aroma such a turn on as she passed me and sat on the edge of Grandma’s bed. 
I closed the door and moved towards her. I could see the white of her panties beneath her skirt, the floral lace of her bra busting out of her loosely buttoned top, bare waist and taught midriff shining in the lamp’s glow.

Her teeth smiled at me as her lips parted, “my oh my, Mr wolf, what huge eyes you have?”

“All the better to soak in your gorgeous presence, dear Minx,” I replied with confidence.

“And what luscious lips and a thick tongue you have, Mr Wolf,” she beckoned me.

“All the better to drink the juices from your swollen pussy, young Minx,” I called back, moving closer to her.  By now I was standing above her heaving breasts, my hand having slipped inside her top and gently squeezing her, sliding my fingers around her hardened nipple.

Gasping, she spoke, “And my oh my, Mr Wolf, what a huge cock you must have inside your tight pants!” and tore open the button on my buckle, extracting me and running her hand up and down my swollen shaft.

“All the better to fuck your arse, you dirty Minx!” I yelled at her as I pushed her back onto the bed and stripped the fabric from her body.

My mouth swallowed hers as my hands worked their charms over her aroused body.  I sucked her firm nipples and sent her into a frenzy, while she stroked my leaking cock and massaged my shiny balls.

My fingers dragged their way down her torso, my nails scratching gashes into her skin sending her over the edge, thrashing and throwing her hips towards me.

“Take me Wolf, you fuck!” she screamed.  “Take me NOW, you whore dog!”

My fingers were buried inside her, probing and sliding, sending shivers up her spine.  One finger was lathered in her cum and that of her previous conquest and I slid that inside her anus, deep, deep, where it rubbed against the back of her womb.

“Please Wolf! Fuck me hard now! I have been such a bad, bad girl!” she pleaded with me.

And that I did.  I pushed my long, thick cock in between her throbbing, sloppy labia and plunged as long as I was big.

She screamed and screamed, she came and came.  With each climax her screams shook the pictures on the walls and the cups on the table.  She humped and thrust as I banged and pushed myself deeper inside of her.

She raised herself and wrapped her arm around me, banging on my back, “you hairy cunt!” she screamed as I picked up her body on my hips and thrust her against a wall.

I fucked Little Red Riding Hood like she had never been fucked before, her wetness running down our bodies, her teeth buried in my shoulder and her arms tight around my back.

And finally I exploded into her, a burst of my own seed forced deep inside as I held her hard against me, filling her loins with my sperm, until she collapsed, motionless, exhausted and for once fucked by a master.

Later, I wrapped her body in the blankets from Grandma’s bed and carried her body in my arms heading towards my home.  Her murmurs soft now, quiet, her lips mouthing “I love you Wolf,” and her hands tight around my neck.  She was tamed.

The Red Minx rested for a while in my cave, then nestled herself in my lap.
“I am yours now,” she spoke, “I am no longer Red Riding Hood, as now and forever I belong to the Wolf.”

LLW

What if she came in to the women’s bathroom,
to do just this and saw you there
already stroking your burning lips?

She quickly raised her skirt,
pulled her panties aside
Right opposite you.
You didn’t hide, but you stopped, your finger poised on your clitoris
almost startled by the presence of another like a rabbit caught in the headlights of a car.

She reached out to touch you,
cautiously rubbing your already wettened labia
from your drenched briefs after a couple of hours of flirting with a boy.
Running her finger along the entire length of your slit,
stopping to run a circle or two around your throbbing clitoris, then back along your inner lips.

What would you do?
Would you suddenly cover yourself up and excuse that you were there?
No. It’s far too late to hide and besides she has not complained or commented. I think she may even have smiled.

Would you allow her to continue what you were doing?
Of course. It felt good before and having someone else do it is even better.

Would you reach out and touch her?
Of course. How can you resist running your long, slender finger along her now dripping vulva.

And when you touch her - a little hesitatingly at first - she responds with a slight jerk and a tiny gasp.
You were already aroused; she is catching up.

Your contact is approval to her to proceed,
which she does,
with expertise her fingers now swiping the inside of your dribbling lips and occasionally inside of you.

Your own actions become more focused, more determined, more purposeful.

You don’t need to kiss her or be intimate; this is sex.
You are sharing a personal pleasure with each other.
And it is good.

Your other hand grips her shoulder as you tense your body and the familiar spasms of an orgasm emerge.
Such a feeling; her fingers feel you pushing onto her,
is reciprocated within her own body and her climax commences.

Spilling your pleasure onto each other’s hands,
your orgasm is like nothing you have experienced before - no-one has ever touched you in this way.
And she is clearly experienced at such matters or just bold.

You have both pulled each other close, heads tucked into shoulders, necks,
hands feverishly finishing the work of the devil you both have inside of you.

Until it is passed.
You are dripping your cum over the floor, your hand is still inside of her.
She tastes her fingers to absorb your essence into her blood stream, her tongue is not leaving one drop of you to waste.

She whispers her name; you reply with yours.
She thanks you.
She suggests you both have a drink, a coffee and talk.

“Why?” you ask, confused.
“So we have not just had sex with a total stranger.”
“Agreed,” you reply.

LLW

(via alopeciavaginal)

One of my secret sexual outlets is what I do when I work.

I don’t play sport or run or go on long walks. But I enjoy physical, hard work. Like garden maintenance and building projects.

When I work hard, sweat dripping from my brow, saltiness in every breath, muscles flexed constantly and my joints aching with every extra stretch I take, my libido fires up.
I like to work in old, loose jeans sans underwear. I like the sensation of my clock flopping around in my pants, a few tingles while I work and becoming unexpectedly erect from time to time.

The tension in my muscles when I have finished trickles to my groin and expresses my energy through the swelling in my shaft. The sensation is a powerful one, pressing hard against the denim cloth, clearly outlined and for anyone to see.

I play with it, press it, shape it.
I enjoy the growing arousal while I touch it, stroke it. I am passed the point of just ignoring my condition now, I have to take it further.

It takes me only a short time to have my hardness in my hand, released from my jeans, my fingers stroking it, squeezing it.
I am leaking precum now, my natural lubricant, rubbing it around my helmet and bringing me closer to payment for my hard work.

You can guess the rest.
I cannot stop now.
My strokes become faster, more focused, concentrating around the bishop and that marvelous moment when my cock swells that little bit more before I erupt violently wherever I point it.

This is my reward for my hard work.
It is a reward I look forward to every day, where the more I work, the fitter I feel and the more my libidos takes control.

LLW

Slow, Steady, Deliberate.

Holding your legs I take my time preparing to enter you.

Your ankles together, legs up and your most precious space exposed.

I rest your legs into my right shoulder and hold your feet gently for balance.

I love watching my swollen cock poise on your opening, watch it pierce between your throbbing lips and enter you it’s full length.

Then to watch it slide from within you, your lips trailing along the hardened shaft until I almost exit your body.

The motion is perfect.

The angle is perfect.

I hear your purrs, your whimpers, your gasps, your moans, your screams, your negotiations.

Watching the intentional backward and forward motion of my hips thrusting me deep inside you.

Watching your face screw up through so many emotions.

Your neck arching sometimes.

Your hands not knowing what to touch or grab or tear into next.

Your eyes rolling, closing, flickering.

Biting your lip, tongue rolling around your mouth, your mouth pleading with me not to stop this ever, telling me you love this, telling me you love me.

Slowly, steadily, seeing your cum on my shaft, the glistening moisture from inside of you, coating my cock, my balls, your butt, dripping.

Several times I have watched your climax, felt the trickles of your wetness that you cannot retain.

I hold your legs tight, the pressure of your sweet spot like a clamp around me, anxiously wanting to milk me.

Your thrusts are almost futile; I control you like this.

You beg me to cum now.

You can see the sweat on my brow, down my face, perspiration shining on my whole body.

I look into your eyes and tell you I can’t last much more.

You scream at me to cum, to Cum, TO CUM.

I hold you tight and I am no longer slow.

I fuck you hard, deep, with a purpose that is different now. I watch your face as you feel that momentary swelling just before I orgasm.

I explode deep inside you and let out a long, glorious, loud moan.

My head falls back, eyes forced shut, I fuck you now harder than I ever have.

Your orgasm sends shivers through your body, spasms, quivers.

I bolt hard inside you and hold; I am completely lost within you.

I fall forwards between your parted legs, inside you, spent, drained.

We are both comatose in our position.

I want to just lay with you now and spend the rest of my life celebrating this moment.

LLW

(via sex-uallyfrustrated-deactivated)

A Secret

With the cheek of my beautiful young Miss resting sweetly in my right hand.
Your skin so smooth, soft, warm against the roughness of my palm.
With your head tilted slightly, your big eyes staring into mine
I am weakened by your gaze, drawn towards you.

I have no rights to be here, I have a family, responsibilities
that does not mean I will act responsibly, but more like a boy with a crush.
A crush on you, a desire, my whole body wishes to make an impression on yours
my mind wants to seep into yours, billions of neurons seeking your permission.

I run my finger through the strands of hair that are awash over your face
and layer them over your ear, like a string of silk.
My finger slowly trails downwards aside your eyes,
across the side of your face, your throat, into the nape of your neck
sending shivers down your spine.

I hold your stare and agonise over my first move.
I have a secret to share with you, yet I cannot impart it without your approval.
I want this; I know you want this; we know there is no turning back from this moment.

The first kiss is gentle and moist against your lips,
pressing against the bright red lipstick that you chose so carefully to decorate your mouth.
The contact between us is chemical, eyes grow and eyelids close,
heart rates bump up, bodies tense, an awkwardness emerges.
While my hand massages your cheek, my other messes with your hair, your scalp
and you breathe almost a sigh of relief that I made it thus far.

With my next kiss it is stronger, deeper, across your mouth,
you impose your will and kiss me back, eyes now closed, swooning
and your arms rise until your cup your hands behind my neck.

You want this to happen, you want me to take you
as your appetite has grown for me in a moment.

My kiss moves around your lips, my tongue draws outlines,
trailing off to your cheek and back again.
Tongues start to engage, exchanging saliva that tastes of pure sex.

I am not satisfied with just your mouth; the intensity thickens,
my lips trail around your chin, under your jaw, licking the sensitive surface over your larynx.
Forcing your head over, I bury my mouth into your neck now,
sucking softly on your earlobes, my tongue washing inside your ear
and now you start to squirm before me.

I hear your panting while my kisses tell you of their hidden powers.
Your ears, your neck, into your shoulder, the smooth skin above your chest,
deep, hard, moist kisses that have never been revealed to anyone else.
These are for you alone, for your acceptance.
These express the feelings I have internalised until now,
the secrets being shared with you are pure, endless, passionate, caring, tender.

Kisses deep, long, hard, tongues exchanging comments,
now the heat between us intensifies.
Your heaving chest empowers me to take the virginity of your soul,
the eros of your beliefs,
the sensitivity of your mind
and the trust of your heart
as you bleed for me all that is precious.

The secrets I have imparted are safe and you are requested to share them with me
again and again and again.

LLW

Ten Seconds

Thrusting bodies
A Latin tempo;
Furious rhythm
Writhing hips
Thrashing asses
Moments away
Muscles clamping
Teeth clenching
Lip biting.
Grinding downwards
Sweat beading
Dripping
Forehead perspiration.
Sliding thighs.
Gut wrenching
Swelling inside
Arms taut
Fingers digging
Gouging nails
Bleeding chest.
Climax approaching
Peaking
Bursting
Thrust hard, deep
Vagina clamping
Squeezing
Extruding seed
Ejaculate spewing
Expanding
More
Gasp for air
Constant heat
Screaming
Don’t Stop!
Not now!
Fuck my cunt!
Fuck ME!
FUCK ME PLEASE!
Stick ME!
Pain, pleasurable pain
Grasping skin
Holding on
Pulling me
For ten endless seconds
Constant force
Fucking exhausted
Fluids expleted
Wonderous
Euphoric delights
Heart slowing
Breathing returning
Collapsed body
Crying aloud
Kissing passionately
Lovingly
Embracing
Resting
Peace

LLW

(via stoppromisingforever)

That Kiss

You were asleep when I arrived. It was late, very late.
The room was in darkness all but a streak of street light piercing around the edge of the crooked curtain.

You were asleep as I placed my coat on the chair, my tie falling to the floor.
I made not a sound.  I had already removed my shoes outside the apartment door and the electronic entry was silent.  The polished wooden floorboards were smooth and firm.
My silence was such that I could hear the heaviness of my breathing, awkward, deep, trying to conceal my presence.
You had said when I called this morning not to be too late, you were tired.

You were asleep as I calmly stood at the foot of the bed.  I watched your chest slowly rise and lower as you rested. It was a hot night and you had kicked off the covers, your sheer baby doll outfit concealing nothing.
I could see every pore of your skin, even in the mere whisker of light.
Full, ample breasts moving slowly as you inhaled and exhaled; one nipple exposed, your hair smeared across your face.
You lay flat on your back and were spread across the bright, white sheets of the bed, in a carefree pose, the sheets just covering your dignity.

You were asleep.  My desire to be here, with you, was the only thought I could muster.
I wrestled with my clothes and shed my skin until I was naked, relieved of the hot suit I had sported to impress those mongrel clients all day and into the evening.  Being on my best behaviour, all the time wanting only to be with you.
A cup of water to quench my thirst, wet my lips, refresh my mouth.
I looked at your full, red lips and wanted nothing else now but to kiss you.

You were asleep as I moved beside you.
I gently kissed your forehead, your eyebrows, your nose.
Your face twitched.
I kissed your top lip, ran my tongue over it.
Your mouth gasped as suddenly your sense of touch kicked in, alerting your mind and arousing you.  Your lips reached out and I kissed you, my tongue gently whisking along your gums.
Your kiss gripped mine.
Your neck arched and you raised your head up so I continued to kiss over your lower lip, your chin, underneath your jaw.  Our lips were talking to each other’s faces, our necks, our cheeks.

No more were you asleep.
Your arms around me, hands swishing through my hair, grasping the back of my head, kisses exchanged, tongues tangled and lips moist leaving trails of warm saliva.
I rolled to your side and you rolled with me.
You paused and for the first time in two days I saw your eyes, your big, beautiful eyes, staring into my mind.  My love, my precious love.
I felt you now pressing your body into mine, letting me know you wanted me, now, right now.

I was not hiding my response, you felt me pressing into your abdomen. You pulled my face down to your breasts, my lips making direct contact with your erect nipples and I needed no invitation to latch onto you.
A long moan left your lips loud and clear.  I had you now. 
You were mine as I suckled you ferociously and you growled and humped your chest to my face.
I had control of you – until your hand slid over my engorged hardness and teased and tantalised the veins and ridges.  I was under your spell now; you knew how to manage my arousal and with a grip a butterfly could break away from, you stroked me while I grunted in ecstasy.
You knew the signs; holding me back from my climax and start over again.

Progressively I kissed along your body, around your breasts, your sides, across your sensitive bikini line, then inside your thighs until I could run my tongue along your moist labia.
Wet, so wet, with the wonderful, musky aroma I knew well.  I drank of the delicate taste for some time until your shook and shuddered and rewarded me for my caresses.
We would be busy for some time to come.

I love waking you from your sleep.
Your welcome home is worth the hardship of every minute I am away from you….

LLW

(via becauseofyoubiebs-deactivated20)

Temptation

The beauty that is you.
It shows on your face, in your eyes.
It plays on your lips.
You have a cheeky smile.

You reveal some of your thoughts through that look. It’s sexy, happy, flirtatious, engaging.

Your nakedness is enough to make me wild, your curvy figure fills my eyes to overflowing, strands of hair draped across your face, your strategically placed hands concealing your most private of places.

I want you so much.
Temptation prevents me taking you here, now. You know I’m married, yet you play with me.
But I ask you to. I want you to.

Tease me.
Temptation is a powerful force fueled by your radiance.
Taunt me.

Arouse me.
Temptation is a lying bitch who promises not to tell, then turns a cheek and reveals your indiscretion.
Burn me.

Bring me down.
Temptation is the trigger of the downfall of civilizations past.
Destroy me.

Free me.
Temptation may also be a release, a chance, for tenderness, for love.
A moment of happiness.

As I gaze at you in all your glory I no longer have the resistance.
I must have you.
I will take you.
And you will welcome me.
And you will embrace me.

My temptation. You are my temptation.
Break me and take all that I have as I want you more than my words can describe.

I surrender.

LLW

Self Indulgence

When I am not around, what do you do? We communicate often and live in and out of each other’s minds.

But what about periods of absence?
I travel for work, I have many commitments that I cannot involve my lover in. We are apart much.

I cannot imagine that you have no needs outside our life, your work, your home.
The mental stimulation that comes from the fractured continuity of our mental indulgences. It must please you while we engage in banter and correspondence.

But when your lights are low, at night, alone - your mind plays with you.
Reflections of our contact running through your head, close your eyes, feel the sensation of what we do, what we say, how we say it.
Tingling on your fingertips.
Skimming over your skin.
Wandering across your waist.
Thumbing along your thighs.

Your imagination demands that my fingers slide down your neck and gently track lines to your chest, your strokes masquerading as my touch and your body starting to tremble in anticipation of my presence.

You are alone except for your memory. It wants to trick you.
You want to allow it.
Your hand is wandering now just as mine would.
Lips outstretched you persuade me to kiss you; your heart skips a beat.

I am encouraging you, I have planted suggestions often that you might seed and grow - tonight you will harvest.
Take your hands and allow them to tempt you as I do.
Careful; you might enjoy it.

My touch is now encircling your private place and you have no resistance to offer. You take me to the source of your pleasure and bury me deep inside, wanting to share your realised pleasure.

There is no turning back now!
You would not want me to stop.
You know I would gift you pleasure, even sacrifice my own direct satisfaction, just to see you suffer with delinquent enjoyment.

Thrash my love!
Take no prisoners now, for you must not disappoint me!
Cast me aside as you contort in uncontrollable ecstasy!
I will ride with you but you are in control, don’t wait for me.

The wonders that escape, that you forget were there resting, poised for this moment. You so often withdraw these emotions to maintain your status quo.

Flat on your back again, skin making contact with the cool air, body exposed completely to the night and you invite my soul to rest with you; until you fall into a deep sleep.

Tomorrow we will fill the void again.

LLW

Taste

It was your curiosity that lead to this. You wanted to know what a woman tasted like and yet you didn’t know what you tasted like.

Sweet, that is the first thing that I can sense. Sweet, thick. Sticky, but smooth on the tongue. I enjoy the flavour, breathe in the aroma, my eyes close as I inhale your fragrance.

What’s that? Oh but of course, you still haven’t tasted.
I can’t have you wriggle around and make a mistake or disrupt my work here.
Let me work my fingers slowly inside of you, slowly in and out, tingling across your sweet little nub and perhaps spend some time licking your moist lips until you are dripping with excitement.

Now work my fingers in again; ah better now, easier gliding into you.
Withdraw. Insert. Withraw. Insert.

Oooh now you’re clamping on my fingers, tensing your body, letting out moans and short screams. You are climaxing around my hand. Butt rising in the air, pushing back on me.

Here. My fingers are coated in your liquid gold. Open your mouth around my fingers, brush your tongue against my digits and absorb the essence of your arousal on your tastebuds and within your nostrils.  Deep breath - ah yes, can you taste it now?

Delightful. Delicious.
Here is more. Fresh. Yours.
What do you think? Would you like me fill you up with something more?
I have no problem with that, I’ve been waiting to take you.
Waiting. Here, can you feel this, rubbing against your bare cheeks?
Let me put it closer to the source of your ectasy.

Now my young maiden. Feel me inside you?
Taste yourself on my fingers?
Yes, that is you.

Exotic, don’t you think?

(via suckmytarzan)

Power in Trust

You willingly tie a blindfold around your face, leaving only your nose to breathe and your lips to kiss.

I stand you up and lift your arms into the air. You are not to move unless I tell you.

A gentle kiss on your lips and you gasp lightly. Another to your cheek. Another to your ear. Then a string of kisses down the side of your neck while my busy fingers unbutton your top.

I will slowly slide your shirt off your body over your arms and let it float to the ground.
You will be warming to my attention now, your breathing will increase its rate and your lips will search for me. I will kiss you, don’t worry.

I like brushing the back of my hand over your soft, thin, designer bra and observe your spasms as your nipples electrically respond.
By now your hands want to touch but I place them by your side.

In slipping off your bra I expose your aroused breasts and your heart rate will jump.

I walk behind you and reach around your waist, my hands sliding over your skin and disappearing into your jeans.
You will be damp now. No, my goodness you are wet, you have let all your resistance fall and you want me to take you soon.

I will unclip your jeans and in one motion slide them and your aromatic panties to the floor. Crouching, I gesture to you to lift each leg as I remove the last of your clothing.

I can’t tell you how long I’m going to spend licking your already glistening labia. Perhaps I will let you have your third orgasm before I stop. So pleased I have short hair - I doubt I would have any left the way you grip and pull.

And now I have let you stand for two minutes without touch or sound. Your impatience will show as you start to ask me where I am and what I’m doing. Your foot is tapping, your fingers scratching at your leg, your tongue licking your lips.

I will answer you when I press my warm, naked, excited body against your back and you feel my hardness slide in between your thighs.
You immediately respond with a back and forth rubbing motion sliding your inflamed gentials over my manhood.

I place one arm around your chest and pull you back gently while I maneuver myself and enter you. Though tight, I slide delicately into you and that is the signal you wanted to react with free will and go crazy.

My fingers pull at your mouth, you oscillate with unrestricted force to feel me plunge deep on and out until it is clear we will climax together.

We do. I push you forward o to the bed and drive hard and deep and scream your name while I unload all my passion within you and I feel you squeeze me while you bite my fingers as you cum.

I am spent. We rest now.
I will reveal your big eyes opening wide to my world and see in them the hint that this is not the end of the day for us.

LLW

(via myinnerdominant)

Secretly

The room was in an average sort of seventies hotel, pastel coloured walls with out-dated lights casting dirty shades across the corridor carpets.
Probably good that the lighting wasn’t too bright, expose all the cigarette burns and wear and tear of thousands of feet that have trekked these halls for better or for worse.

We had checked in late afternoon. We had only one thing on our mind - selfish, uninhibited sex.

I had checked into the hotel, receiving the usual two key cards for the room. I dropped one in the pot plant next to the elevator and from a distance you watched me enter the car, the doors close as I travelled to the 4th floor.

You followed after about a minute, folding the newspaper you were pretending to read and laying it on the table of the foyer.  You walked casually towards the elevator, reached into the plant and retrieved the card with the room number folder wrapped around it.

Now the sun was slowly setting. I had the curtains pulled wide open, the dull light of the pending evening creeping into the room slowly illuminating the white sheets of the bed where I lay waiting.

The door mechanism whirred and you quietly walked in.

You stood at the foot of the bed, looking me over still in my shirt and suit pants.
Your shoulder bag dropped to the floor, then your jacket, then your dress.
Surprise - you had no other clothes to remove.  My face showed my pleasure in seeing your now naked body standing only inches away from me.

You slid onto the bed beside me, on the window side of the bed and I could see the soft pink flesh of your body, your light tan lines, your smiling face, huge, dark eyes and your dark hair wisping all over your face.  Damn you had me aroused!

Without a word, you unbuttoned my shirt and slid your hands over my chest. I was hot, hard, excited but pretending to be cool.
The warmth of your body, your breasts, your abdomen, against my body was sensuous, sexy.

I kissed you, long and hard and allowed my hands to swim all over your back and round your neck. You responded with motions over my face, my shoulders and slowly downwards to my pants and I felt the freshness of the air wash across my groin as you freed me.

I sat up and removed my clothes calmly as you pushed the sheets away.
We embraced and kissed, tongues lashing, now travelling over our skin, licking, biting, hands moving everywhere.

I felt you between your thighs and found my fingers coated with the juices of your sensations. You took that as a green light to play with my member and to extrude my precum to the tip and rub it around and around until I moaned.

We both felt warm and wonderful - you lifted yourself up and straddled across my waist. We both watched in the diminishing light as you lowered yourself onto me until both our groins were in complete contact.
We waited almost a minute, stroking each other’s faces, fingers over bodies, chests, hips.

And then that moment when you start to rock back and forth, up and down and we gyrate our bodies and fuck each other rhythmically sustaining that feeling where we could tip over the edge to climax - but we just keep the motion going and listen to the pace of our breathing and the slapping of our sweating skin.

We both love this, sliding in and out of each other.
We both maintain this until the natural light completely disappears to be replaced by the indirect glow of street lights.
Until we can take no more of this continuous tease.

Your first orgasm is long, intense and passionate.
As is your next.
And your next.
And on the last sweep I join you as I can no longer handle the intensity.

Collapsing on my chest, we roll over and fall asleep, together.
We will awake when the sun rises and do it all again.
There is nothing better I would want to do.

LLW

(via stoppromisingforever)

Let It Out

The heat of the moment. The foreplay was glorious, wet, dripping orgasms and strained genitalia leaking and being teased, touched, played, stroked.

I am so hard now. I have been taken so close to climax, so many times and my breathing now is hard and deep, my desire for that peak moment so strong.

And so is she.  I have made her cum now several times and she is nearing exhaustion while at the same time she will not stop until we are both spent.

Now I am deep inside her and driving my cock in and out of her like a piston, slapping her buttocks, gripping her hips, pounding her hard. Hard! Fucking hard!

At the second my climax arrives, I cannot control my body flexing, pushing hard and deep while I let out a long, slow and deep moan.

I can only manage a few more solid, deep strokes while you reverberate off me in the throes of your own orgasm. We just grasp each other and hold tight.

Finally we collapse, I remain close to you, inside you and we hold each other tight, relieved from our physical activity but delightfully pleased and overcome with the meloncholy of the situation.

LLW

(via yourquirkygirl)

The Movies

It was a cool evening. The temperature was dipping low, making it wonderful for clinging close to my lover.

We had no need to hurry to the movies; it was an unpopular film in an art house cinema and the critics had been ruthless. But we wanted to see it, together.

We sat in the front row of the upper half of the theatre. There were only three other people and they sat below us making it very private for us. The shorts were typical of the theme; mellow, arty, offbeat. We settled back.

Finally darkness.
The film opened with a passionate love scene. Passionate bordering on hardcore. Arousing. Sensuous. Blatantly sexual.

It was no secret that the act being played out before us was effecting our concentration; I could hear the concentration of my lover in her heartbeat and her breathing.

Her hand gripped mine while her other slid up and down my arm, her fingers tangling through my hairs. My skin tingled and added to the moment.

I think we both were aware of the sexuality of this film, but not of the intimacy it portrayed. Certainly not the impact on our libido.
I was swollen within my pants, hot, her hand working on me and my focus turning now to her.

It was then that I noticed her hand coming out from under her skirt sliding her pink panties over her knees and down her calves. She looked at me on a way that caught my attention off guard and I knocked the regular popcorn to the floor.

With your arm around my neck, hand to the back of my head, your pushed our mouths together and our tongues thrashed in a party of their own.

After twenty minutes or so, with some clothing open, skin revealed, hands buried in places causing deep breaths and increased heart rates, we decided to take our enjoyment outside - as far as the dark corridors of the cinema centre.

She really liked those panties….

LLW