Make Me

It was cold and wet, like a typical Melbourne Winter evening, as we slipped into a cafe seeking warmth and nourishment.

Both of us were dressed for the winter - thick coats, jeans, long sleeved shirt or jumper. The cold was echoing in my ears with breathes of fog slowly dwindling until our body heat caught up with the ambient temperature of the space where we sat.

A booth, nice, cosy, get warm, take off our coats and lay them to one side, slide into the other around the circular table.  An extra large, bleached white tablecloth covered the table top almost to the floor to disguise the cheap furniture underneath and give an upmarket glow to the place.  White cloths strewn across the cafe, matching the aprons that briskly walked around.

The waiter approached us.  She explained the specials, suggested wines, drinks, entres. She was oblivious to my hand under the table unbuttoning your baggy jeans and sliding my fingers slowly inside your panties. I loved that you were smooth skinned and my fingers could slide easily inside to find your sweet and delicate nub that I immediately started to stroke.

We both were attentive to the waiter. You hated that I timed my stealth attack on you when she was present, that you could do nothing without giving us away and facing major embarrassment. And you could see that the waiter was gorgeous and you knew I was absorbed by her overpowering breasts.

I kept her talking until I felt you relax and give in to my advances.  I felt your wetness, it was quicker than usual. Clearly the situation was a turn on for you.
I slid my finger inside you and you let out a tiny gasp, but quickly composed yourself and you gave into me completely now.

Your wetness saturated my fingers and I sensed you were rapidly approaching a climax.  I stroked you quickly and your arm, tangled ‘romantically’ around mine tensed its grasp on me. I distracted the waiter more with direct questions and eye contact, while you turned away pretending to look at the artwork on the wall to our right, while in fact your eyes closed as you started to shudder.

You could not control your sounds as you experienced a tearaway orgasm in the cafe with another woman only a metre from you.  If she concentrated, she could smell your sexuality just as I did.

She finally left and you collapsed on my shoulder, trembling, still cumming, whispering harsh words into my ear “I will fuck your tight arsehole with my dildo for this, you filthy cunt!” and bit my arm until I bled, just to muffle what should have been screams of delight.

God, how I love you so much.

LLW

(via yourquirkygirl)

One Moment

In a moment of intense interaction with this man, a complete stranger, having only exchanged a few sentences, she felt a wave of emotions and sensations wash through her.

While standing in the crowd at the event, she focused and became very aware of how manly he was, standing tall and straight before her within inches of actual contact, clearly muscular and well shaped under his fitted business shirt and his tailored suit pants.

His voice was confident, not harsh or bold, but comforting with mild, deep tones that gently rumbled through her torso playing with fantasies. She heard little of the words he spoke.

He was well groomed, with nicely cropped hair and a distinct cologne that matched his image with hints of spice and fruitiness. He smiled with eyes were like pools of dark blue waters, friendly and enticing.

As he spoke, she saw the movement in his face, the flexing of his throat, watched as his full dark-red lips rolled around the vowels and sounds of his speech.

And she noticed a fullness in front of his groin, a light shape of his manhood that was clearly as confident as he.

Her own body was tensing as her reaction to this beautiful man converted from a sense of liking him to one of arousal. Such was her reaction that she felt a twitch between her legs which in turn caused her anxiety to become charges of sensuality and a trickle of dampness seeped into her cotton panties.

She looked into his eyes and spoke carefully so as not to give away her feelings and asked if she may be excused just for a moment.

———————

She could not contain the gasp of her climax, her fingers buried deep inside as she leaned over the hand basin; her other hand on the wall mirror holding herself erect, her skirt and panties around her ankle, hand between her thighs frigging herself almost in a panic and wanting so much to peak so she could return to the source of her aroused state.

She could not contain the gasp of her climax or control the inevitable reaction even though she was aware of the door of the bathroom opening and gazed into the reflection of his eyes in the mirror just before her own closed tight and her orgasm rippled through her body….

LLW

(via runawayerotica)

Cum for me

I want you to masturbate for me.
Make yourself comfortable.
Read from your favourite book. No actually, read from an erotic novel, one you know will make you feel wet, tortured, aroused, in need.

Hoist up your skirt.
Look at your beauty, at the natural centre that fulfills your lust.
Don’t tease; take action.
Stroke your lips, your clitoris, feel the warmth, the dampness.
Demand your toy! Use it! Now is not the time to back off!
Feel the pleasure of penetration and know I am thinking of you, of what is about to take place from your mind to the place of my worship.

Cum for me, tell me what you have done, make me envious.
Next time I will share this moment with you.

LLW

(via cutecunts)

Weekly Menu

This is what we have on offer for this week.
Please join me…

(via fallinguptherabbithole)

Take Me

I often wonder where we get our sexual spirit from. That flame, the inspiration to spend endless hours in totally selfish and selfless sexual favour and indulgence.

I know for me it is the reciprocal feeling of my arousal stimulated by your arousal. While I kiss you, eat you, tease you my libido is being stroked.

I take great pride in how far I can take you, push you over the edge, over and over.

Then to have you give back is partly reward for my good work, partly demonstrating your skills and partly just to make me feel good.

Devour me and I will always repay you in kind.

LLW

(via deliciousanddecadence)

Take You

In our rendezvous I see us.
Just us, alone at last.

Just you and I and not any other soul who would normally invade our space or intrude on our thoughts or interfere with our agenda or interject in our schedule.

We would be in the quiet space of wherever it is we meet.
Quiet.
Space.
Peace.
Breathe.

Ah breathe. Look each other up and down almost in disbelief that we are, finally, alone.

Suddenly every emotion that has built up leaks everywhere. There is no restraint anymore.

We will engage in the most unbridled passion, with no restrictions, no limits as that is what we have struggled with for many, many weeks.

Now. I will take you, I will penetrate your body and entertain your mind until that last slim barrier of resistance is broken down.
Finally.
Surrender to each other.
Behave like animals.
Delight like lovers.
Let impulse pass and fall in love all over again.

Kiss me.

LLW

(via milkthatcock)

Talk

It is so easy to talk to you.
I feel I am with you when we talk.
You know what I’m doing at my end. I know what you’re doing at yours.

But neither of us say anything until a sound gives one of us away. Then we get hot and dirty and sexy and filthy with each other.

I wanted to hear you cry out for me. I know I have given you pleasure. Then once more and I will join you. Together.

So good. We are so good together.
Let’s talk again soon.

LLW

(via textmesomethingdirty)

Seduce Me

I find it so difficult to turn away from you.

I want you to seduce me but I don’t want you to think I gave in to you.
My desire is deep. It is a combination of my thoughts, so easily influenced by you, of my lifestyle, looking for change and of my sexuality, craving for yours.

I want you.
This scene I have played over in my head with slight variations, so many times. You allowing yourself the freedom to display your emotions and put you sex on show.

And we both know how sexual I am. So to draw me into a ‘precarious’ situation, we both know how it will end up and we both want it to go that way. As sexual as I am, I feel like a virgin again; I’ve been playing with myself for so long I feel experienced yet I do not know the sensation of being with a woman.

I want you to want me.
I want you to take me like you’ve never allowed yourself to do.
And I want to seduced by you and lose myself in your mind, your heart, your body and your soul.

When we wake the next day we will never regret last night.

It will be a feeling that we will remember forever and we will spend forever chasing that feeling again.

Seduce me.
Take advantage of me.
Fulfill me.

LLW

(via exhibitionistatheart)

Fuck me!

Hours and hours and hours of distraction.

I create scenes that I involve you with loosely,
as the woman I am attracted to,
the woman to whom I want to be dirty with,
to whom I want to pleasure endlessly,
tirelessly,
and to suffer long, painful glorious orgasms with.

And when I have created enough tension around myself
always in complete privacy,
whether at work in my office, hiding behind my desk,
or whether moments I have alone at home,
or even moments when I sneak out of view of the public in private spaces,
where ever these moments occur, I am building the tension
that will eventually end in personal satisfaction.

They are as dirty as this image.
The strokes are long and hard and smooth.
The arousal painful.
I tease my climax, I make my body work,
I am covered in sweat, I’m hot, I’m wet
and my hardness swells with that one last breath
just before I break through and my climax commences!

Oh fuck me! I so want you to have this moment.
I want to give it to you.

I want you to take it from me and feel the power and the beauty of my expression.
It is undeniably what I want to share with you.

Join me?

LLW

Temptation

There is no mistaking what this woman is thinking.

It is what she is prepared to do that is unknown.  She is pure temptation for a man like me. I have one million scenarios running through my head and they all involve sex.

Some are passionate.
Some are hard, sweaty, forceful.
Some are gentle, soft, tender.
Many are complete teases.
A few are violent.
But mostly they are as wonderfully sexual as this image implies.

She tempts me with her barely concealed breasts and highlighted genitals, within a sexy, carefree pose.
She tempts me to reach over and run my finger along her body, looking for all those spots that result in a shudder or a sigh or a smile.

And that is where it would start. I sense she wants me to make the first move and after than she will willingly participate.

I hope so.
I need release.
I need relief. 
I am exhausted looking at her.
I want her so badly; but she just smiles at me and makes me act like a teenage boy who has discovered puberty without any effort.

I will allow her temptation to take me - like I had a choice.

LLW

Climax

Is it OK that I should ask for satisfaction?
To ask of your indulgence,
to give of yourself so I may selfishly be overwhelmed with absolute pleasure?

I seek you to provide a selfless task,
to arouse me,
to raise me to a level of excitement where I await ecstatically for my reward.
Deep within, the pressure of my pent up sexual response has me in agony, beautiful agony!

I am within moments of my release,
I feel an increasing sensitivity to every movement,
every motion you make.

And precisely when I can take no more,
your lips guide my senses and deliver the ultimate expression of free love using the path of my vascular tube and the force of my ejaculation to expel my semen as physical evidence of my mental climax.

I am afloat on an ocean of pleasure as you continue to tease and entice every last drop of my orgasm and allow your sweet face to be buried in my fluids.
Finally you embrace my glans with your lips in a worship ritual of my manhood.

Oh my lord, what you have done for me, I must return to you tenfold!

LLW

(via scorpiatic)

Oh my

How I want for you to feel like this,
to feel the warmth,
the energy,
the passion
and the sheer, raw indulgence that is making love.

And you will when next we meet.

(via exhibitionistatheart)

The Motion

Slow
Intentional
Paced
Practised

Penetrating deep, deep into her erogenous zones, teasing her G spot.
Pushing back until he feels her vaginal wall ramming him, arousing him.

I can feel this motion,
I can feel the sensations that are tingling all over him
and the electricity that is exciting her
and though this is just one second of action,
one cycle of penetration,
I can feel her about to climax around him
and feel him about to explode within her.

There is beauty in sexual intercourse
exploited in pornography,
but recorded here in a single image.
There is no other feeling like this,
no other sensation that I experience like this.

I am aching.
I need this.
I want this.
I want you, now.

(via sexmusicart)