Sunday, March 29, 2009

MfM - Long Distance

A hotel room 1,200 miles away held the object of my lust prisoner. I had only seen him in person once, only talked to him briefly since then, but he occupied my thoughts constantly. I wondered what it would be like to slowly undress him, run my hands over his fit body, kiss every inch of his chocolate skin, feel his growing bulge underneath his pants. Even with these fantasies, though, never in my wildest dreams did I think I’d be sitting at my computer, sending him pictures of myself and receiving pictures of him. Each picture we sent upped the ante of the last, until finally he was staring at a picture of my pussy and ass, butt plug firmly in place and I was looking at a picture of his cock in one hand and his other hand venturing to places out of the frame. Over 2 hours of pictorial and verbal exchanges left us both touching ourselves, furiously bringing ourselves to orgasm, thinking about things that would happen were we with each other in person. If only that were possible…

Saturday, March 28, 2009

2 minutes

“I’ll be there in 2 minutes,” the text read. My heart skipped a beat and I quickly put on the rest of my outfit for the evening, a slinky, black see-through camisole and black lace boy shorts. I threw my hair up in pigtails and licked my lips as I imagined them being used as handlebars while my mouth was wrapped around his cock. I put on a silk robe over my surprise just as the knock sounded at the door.
I unlocked the door and pulled it open slowly, allowing my excitement at seeing him to quiet itself a little before I took action. He looked so hot as always, my fit gamer geek. A quick second to drink him all in and then I reached for his hand and pulled him inside. No words were exchanged as I led him to the bedroom and sat him on the edge of the bed, pulling off my robe and dropping it to the floor.
His gasp of desire as he saw how I had dressed up for him sent a shiver up my spine and it was only a split second before his hands were on me, pulling me to him, exploring my curves with his hands and his mouth. His fingertips lightly played at my silk-covered nipples, perking them up instantly and making my clit throb. He moaned as my nipples grew hard and brought his mouth down to cover them, biting them gently at first and then with more insistency as I ran my fingers through his hair. Each nibble, each flick of the tongue caused an electric shock to run through me, starting between my legs and running up my back.
After what felt like an eternity of his exploration, I couldn’t stand not having his thick cock in my mouth anymore. I pushed him away from me, urgently drew his shirt up over his head and dropped his pants and boxers to the floor. I gasped lightly as I saw him waiting for me, engorged and quivering. I ran my hand lightly over his balls, enjoying the feeling of the freshly shaven sack, and then up over his shaft. As my hands travelled to his chest, I pushed him back onto the bed and took my position between his thighs.
I focused my attention first on his smooth balls, licking each one, sucking them into my mouth and rolling my tongue around them. When I felt his sack had been sufficiently pampered, I popped the fleshy lumps out of my mouth and ran my tongue up the length of his shaft, circled his head and then took his cock quickly in my mouth, slamming my head down and taking him all the way to the back of my throat. He grabbed a hold of my pigtails and forced my head down even farther, making me gag on his tasty rod. His moans got me even more excited and wet, something I didn’t think was possible.
Even though his cock and balls were extremely delicious, I was hungry to feel him inside of me. I held out for as long as I could, teasing his cock with my mouth, assaulting the back of my throat with his tip, but finally I gave in. I pulled my mouth off of his cock and stripped off my camisole and my panties, throwing them carelessly to the floor. I straddled his hips and lowered my dripping slit onto him, rubbing my clit on his tip and coating him with my juices.
Reaching down and taking his slippery shaft in my hand, I guided it to my waiting cunt, putting just the head in and reveling at how good it felt. Then, easing down slowly on him, grabbing the top of the headboard for balance, I began to grind against him, feeling him hit my sweet spot, bucking my hips up and down to maximize pleasure for us both. Alternating between slow, shallow thrusts and hard, deep ones, forcing my rhythm on him and not allowing his hands on my hips to control me, I continued to ride him until I got an inspired idea.
I slid myself to the tip of his cock and paused, looking down at him with what I’m sure was a mischievous grin. I reached down and took hold of him, slipping him out of my pussy and guiding him further back, loving the surprised look on his face as I pressed my ass down on him. Because he was thoroughly drenched, we didn’t need any extra lube, and with just a bit of coaxing, my tight spot opened up and I took him in, eliciting a loud moan from the both of us. He reached down and grabbed my cheeks, pulling them apart, and I gently worked my ass down his shaft until he had disappeared entirely inside of me.
As he fucked my ass, I rubbed my clit fiercely, knowing that he wouldn’t last much longer. Having him in my ass felt so fantastic that it wasn’t long before I was brought to orgasm, exploding upon him, coming with such force that it sent him over the edge as well. I could feel his cock spasm as he expelled his seed into me, filling me with the hot liquid.
As our orgasms subsided and our juices pooled on the bed, he pulled out of me and I collapsed on his chest. His heartbeat lulled me into a semi-conscious state and we held each other as our breathing returned to normal.

Thursday, March 26, 2009

HNT

Alas, I had no musical instruments to do a #musicalhnt. My students are ALWAYS leaving their recorders in my room, but none today! I took this one quickly in the restroom here at work. Not easy to take a picture of your back with a camera phone, let me tell you! this is the first of two tattoos I have gotten, a Celtic-type cross that I designed. I like it a lot. It's purple, my favorite color, and obviously represents my faith. Is it an oxymoron for me to be a Christian sexblogger? Yes? Well, I don't give a shit. :p
Cheers. :)

Sunday, March 22, 2009

MfM - Lazy Morning

As consciousness returns to me, I keep my eyes closed but take inventory of the delicious position that I am in. My head is on his chest, my arm is draped across his stomach, our legs are entwined together. This is the same position that we collapsed into last night and I can’t help but smile as the other positions from last night replay in my head. As he feels me shift my body slightly, he begins to stroke my hair, lulling me back into a deep relaxation. I revel in the warmth of his skin, the smell of his hair, the consistent thump of his heartbeat. I don’t get many of these mornings, not many off from being a mom, so I soak up every aspect of this rare sleeping-in experience. There is only one thing that would make this lazy morning completely perfect. He seems to have read my mind and his hand makes its way slowly from my hair down my back, sending a shiver up my spine…

Thursday, March 19, 2009

HNT - Picture and a Poem!


You have a power over me,
You're stuck in my head.
I can't stop thinking
about all the things that you said.
"I'll make you my slave, girl,
I want you right now.
Don't be afraid,
I'll show you how."
Forcing me onto my knees,
you made me your own,
I didn't dare question
your authoritative tone.
Thinking about your voice,
I can't help but touch.
I'm a slave to your demands,
I want to please you so much.

Wednesday, March 18, 2009

Upcoming Projects

I'm getting so much awesome feedback about my stories. I never thought when I wrote my first story for Microfantasy Monday that writing erotica would become such a big part of my life. It's been such a great outlet for me and I really appreciate all of the comments that you all have left me. I am hoping to begin a longer work, something based more in fantasy, soon. I also have ideas for a novel I'd like to begin writing, something based loosely on my experiences since I separated from my ex-husband, a humorous yet erotic depiction of a divorcee coping with the new experiences of being single once again.
The only thing standing in my way is time! There are so many things going on at work and then my kids keep me busy at home, of course. I'm really hoping to start working on the long fantasy story soon and I'm going to start outlining the novel, too.
Just wanted to give you an ipdate of what's going on with me. Thanks again for your feedback. I hope you keep you entertained and hard/wet for a long time to come! :)

Sunday, March 15, 2009

Microfantasy Monday - My Irish Goddess

My Irish goddess. Flaming red hair. Beautiful green eyes. Perfect pale skin. Skin that shows marks and bruises easily. She always asked for more, though. Harder. New implements of pain. She got bored with my hands fairly quickly. I tried a spatula. Not enough, she said. Went through bamboo canes, a riding crop, a few different paddles… nothing satisfied her. She lived for the marks I left on her body. Though I was afraid to hurt her, her cries of ecstasy mixed with pain always kept me going, kept me hard as a rock.
This time, I pulled out all the stops and included a MagnaStrap and a cat o’ nine tails in our play. I held back at first, but as she begged for more, I went full force, alternating between the strap and the cat, not stopping until I began to draw blood. After I got her worked up with a good spanking, it only took the slightest touch to her clit to make her cum - a screaming, writhing orgasm that left her a puddle on the bed. After she got her senses back, she returned the favor with the most intense blow job I’d ever had, swallowing every bit of me that I expelled. Looking back over her shoulder at the red stripes I had left, she smiled. Kissing my tip lightly, she whispered, “Thank you,” rolled over onto her side, avoiding the sore welts on her beautiful back and ass, and fell asleep, finally satiated.

Friday, March 13, 2009

The Christmas Party

My first openly bisexual friend was amazingly hot. Tits, hips, ass, total package. And best of all, she had this attitude about her that was just so damn sexy. I wanted her from the first moment I saw her, but I had never been with a woman before and I was too shy to make a move. We hung out on occasion, she took me to my first gay club, she helped me feel comfortable with my newfound attraction to women.
I was excited when she invited me to go with her to her company Christmas party – it was in a swanky hotel downtown and we’d be getting a room for the night. We were getting ready in the room before the party and as she stood in front of the vanity mirror putting on makeup, in nothing but a black silk thong, I couldn’t help but to fantasize about what it would be like to have her perfect breasts swinging in front of my face as we ground our wet pussies together. I couldn’t force myself out of shy status to make a move. While my mind was racing, my body went through the motions of getting dressed for the party.
Once we were ready and we made our way downstairs. The night was great, delicious food, free drinks, rockin’ DJ. She and I were about the only two up on the dance floor, but I had a blast. We both got pretty tipsy at the party and even more so when we went to the hotel’s bar afterwards. Finally at closing time, we stumbled up to the room and started getting ready for bed.
Again as she undressed and I saw her body freed from the restrictive fabric of her dress, I found myself getting wet, but my brain was unable to make my body take action. She slipped into a nightshirt that hugged her curves beautifully and after her bedtime routine was complete, climbed into the queen-sized bed. I hurriedly finished my routine and, kicking myself because I was such a wuss, climbed in beside her.
We both lay there for a while, shifting to get comfortable. I was trying to work up the nerve to touch her as I so badly wanted to. Finally I broke through my paralyzing fear, rolled onto my side toward her, and casually flopped my hand on her thigh, pretending (I’m sure not convincingly) that I was asleep. I was caught off guard by her immediate response: a soft moan, her rolling closer toward me, her hand grazing my breasts.
My breath caught in my throat as I wondered what to do next. I barely got through the first stage of freaking out when she moved closer and kissed me. Her lips were as soft as I had imagined they would be, her tongue insistent as it thrust into my mouth. She took over completely and, tension gone, I gave into her leadership.

Thursday, March 12, 2009

It's Half Nekkid Thursday once again!


Warming up after getting out of the shower. I sleep nekkid so there's no sense in putting on clothes after the shower for 1/2 hour only to take them right back off for bed, right? ;)

Monday, March 9, 2009

Microfantasy Monday - Flame

The bonfire was raging, our friends were drunk and laughing, music was blaring. With all of the action going on around us, ours was happening secretly, heavy petting under the blanket that protected us from the cool breeze of the ocean.
We always had difficulty keeping our hands and our mouths off of each other. The electricity between us crackled constantly and when the flame caught, we found ourselves locked in the nearest bathroom, pulled over on the side of the road, pressed into a waiting dark corner; hands flying, clothes disappearing, hungry mouths searching, bodies writhing in pleasure.
Our activities had always been kept private but as I felt him grow underneath my hand, warm and pulsating, the most beautiful cock I’d ever had the pleasure of being with, I couldn’t resist. I tore off the blanket and sank to my knees before him, loving his surprised gasp as I took him in my mouth, allowing everyone around us to see my efforts, lit by the flame of the bonfire.

Sunday, March 8, 2009

Once Again

We’re supposed to be just friends. You had your chance with me, you missed out, I have to refrain from letting you back into my bed. My head knows this, why aren’t my hands behaving? Why are they insisting on running through your hair, your beautiful, silky, long blonde hair? I never thought long hair on men was that attractive, until you.
Okay, the hands were bad enough, but now my mouth is rebelling against my brain, too? I can’t stop it from being pulled to your exposed ear, my tongue tracing the outline of your earlobe, my lips hungrily pulling as you gasp and moan. You always were a sucker for having your ear kissed.
I know I shouldn’t be doing this but I can’t resist. You were the best lover I had ever had, opened me up to so many new things, taught me so much about myself and my sexuality. My second thoughts are pushed out of my head as you return my kisses, though, as you start to run your hands over my wanting body. The only thing I can think of is taking you in my mouth once again, feeling your body press against me, being filled with you. Friend or not, no matter the consequences, I want you once more.

Thursday, March 5, 2009

HNT



I've put this picture up on Twitter before, but I thought it would be appropriate for my first HNT submission! :)

Monday, March 2, 2009

Microfantasy Monday - Suspension Theme

I could feel their warm breath upon me, stark contrast to the cold leather straps that held me in the air, weightless and exposed. My senses of touch, smell and sound were heightened, making up for the complete blackness that the velvet blindfold left me in. I could smell the sweet odor of perfume mixed with cologne, perspiration mixed with arousal. Her breath was just barely audible above his whispered directions as she ran her hands over my body, but I could hear it well enough to recognize the desire and, surprisingly to me, fear that she was experiencing.
She had been the one to initiate this rendezvous, contacting me through one of the few “dating” sites that I belonged to. She wasn’t shy when selling herself and her husband on the internet, that’s for sure. She had me dripping wet after every conversation I had with her until, finally, I broke down and agreed to help them realize their fantasy. Now as I was suspended here, nervous and waiting for the next move, I wondered why she would have any reason to be afraid…