Skiing with friends

As our friends walked out of the flat, he mouthed one word to me before they shut the door, oblivious to our relationship. "Fuck."

I grabbed my rucksack and rifled through it before walking past him into the bedroom, tearing off my shirt. He followed, waited until I paused at the foot of the bed and spun me around to face him. He paused, his eyes looking towards the door. We knew it was only a matter of time before someone walked back in. I pulled at his t-shirt, yanked it over his head. I unbuckled his belt and undid his trousers and they fell to the floor. He winked at me just before he picked me up and threw me onto the mattress. I lost my pants within seconds and he dove for my pussy with his tongue. He swirled his tongue slowly at first. Light touch and heavy breath. An "Mmm" escaped from my throat. His hands gently rubbed up and down my hips as his tongue danced between my lips before plunging into my wet hole. As my breath quickened his tongue lapped faster and he shoved two fingers into my cunt, both of them playing inside me.

And then he stopped. Our heads picked up, ears perked and listening to noises in the hallway. Not our friends, we looked at each other, eyes locked. He placed his hands to the side of my shoulders, pulled his head over mine and kissed me as he hadn't in the previous couple of days. I grabbed at his neck, pulling his mouth to mine, tasting his tongue, licking his lips.

Oh how I enjoy the very taste of him and me together.

Savoring the moment, licking at his tongue, expecting him to trace my tits with his tongue, I gasped as he pushed his hard dick into me.

"Do you like my dick sliding in and out of you?"

"Mmm, god how I love it."

His pace quickened. He thrust harder. Deeper. His balls slapped my ass. I smiled up at him, my eyes half turned into the back of my head.

"You deserve a good fucking, you naughty girl." His open palm smacked the back of my thigh and I pulled my legs up and threw them over his shoulders. He pinned my knees to my shoulders with one hand and his hand slapped my ass, a sting lingering. He pushed into me, thrusting faster and harder than before.

And then he pulled out, his head strained to one side, listening for our roommates. Confident we were still alone, he threw my legs to one side and told me, "All fours, now." I obeyed and pushed myself up on my hands and knees. He grabbed at my right wrist, pulled it away from the bed and put it on my snatch. When I started in small circles his hand came down on my ass cheek so hard it reddened instantly. He pushed my shoulders down, my head buried beneath a pillow and shuffled himself backwards to get a better view. "Only use two fingers." He paused from dramatics. "Cum."

My voice was muffled by the pillow, "Now?" A loud cracking noise from his palm hitting the back of my thigh. It stung.

"Now." his voice was stern. His hands pulled open my knees, moved up my thighs and separated my ass. I could feel his breath on my pussy when he ordered me. I murmured about how i loved the way his tongue traced up and down my slit. I wanted him to do it again. I passed my fingers from my clit to my pussy. I shoved my middle finger in and dragged the wetness to my clit. Small circles and a light touch back and forth from side to side.

I couldn't see him. I could barely hear him. His hands kneaded at my flesh.

He pulled my hips back, pulled me onto his shaft and thrust forward, burying my head in my pillows. "With me, baby."

As I worked my cunt with my hand, I knew I was close just as he tore my hand away from myself and his open hand cracked my thigh. With each thrust, it seemed like he moved me further up the bed until his hands grabbed my hips firmly, holding them forcibly in place while he pumped his cock into me harder and harder.

As he came, he slapped my right cheek and then reached for a handful of my hair to pull my head out from under the pillows. His lent over me and whispered in my ear, "You're going to have to practice taking orders until they all come back." A smile creeped across my lips and I bit at my bottom lip while I turned over my shoulder to look at him.

"Get your ass in the shower," he commanded. As I walked into the bathroom, he called after me, "Clean yourself up and we'll start over."

Simply speaking

What I want right now is for you to walk through the door. Hang up your coat. Take off your shoes. Pull off your sweater. Unbutton your shirt. Unbuckle your belt. Unzip your pants. Remove your socks.

Take me to bed. Lay with me. Rub my sides with your hands. Caress my shoulders with your fingers. Kiss my neck with your lips. Nuzzle my head with your forehead. Nudge my collarbone with your cheek. Run your hand down my front, from shoulder to clit. Rub me like crazy. Fuck me like mad.

Simplicity is what we need.

Good Clean Fun

I uncurl my legs beneath the duvet, throw my arms above my head and grab onto the headboard, stretching like a cat. I push the back of my head into the pillow and yawn before saying anything to you. "Good morning, sweetheart." You turn your head to look at me with one eye open, reach across my chest with your arm and pull me close against you. I turn onto my side, tuck my head into the crook of your shoulder and rub my hand up and down your arm. Your hand strokes my back ever so lightly. You kiss the top of my head. Your mouth rests against my head, taking in the smell of my hair. "Morning, dear."

"Let me bring you some tea and breakfast?" I roll away from you, flipping the duvet away from my skin, and I sit up before my feet settle into the slippers at the side of the bed. Your hand traces down my spine and you offer only a grunt in reply. I take that as a yes. As I open the bedroom door, my hand reaches for my satin robe - "No covering that up," you say and I wink in reply before stepping out of the bedroom.

I'd bring you tea in bed, but you follow me into the kitchen a few minutes later. I boil the kettle, drinking my tea as I cook and then serve you breakfast at the table. I stand behind you as you sit at the table, one hand running through your hair and the other resting on your shoulder. I bend down to kiss the top of your head, nuzzle your neck, and whisper in your ear, "I need a wash, enjoy your breakfast, sweetheart."

I run the water in the shower until it's hot and step into the tub. As I wet my hair, the water runs down my body, rivulets of warmth trailing down my skin. I watch the path the water takes over my nipples, past my hips, down my legs. I look at my red toenails and giggle to myself. I reach down to the edge of the tub for my shampoo, bending at the waist, as you peer your head around the curtain and ask if you can join me for a wash. You startle me a little bit, and I stand up quickly, turning to face you. I grin and wink at you as I open the curtain enough for you to step into the tub with me. You lean past me, you lips grazing my nipple as you reach for my shampoo. "May I?" you ask as you open the bottle and squeeze it into your hand. I turn my back to you, tilting my head towards you and smile to myself as your hands massage my hair. The warm water mixed with your hand's caress rinses all the shampoo out of my hair.

You rub soap all over my back, your hands moving over my slick, soapy skin. You grab me by my hips and pull me closer to you. As I reach my hands slowly up and over my head, just before I touch your head, you take hold of my shoulder with one of your hands and bend me over. Your hand slides from my hip, across my ass and between my legs. Your fingers probe at me and part my lips, stroking my gently. Your fingers are coated with my wetness. You pinch at my clit, keeping my lips wide open with your palm and then pull your hand past my cunt and tickle my back hole before withdrawing your hand. I let out a gasp as you smack my ass and then plunge your thick cock into me. I'm jarred forward and recover my balance quickly as the water runs from the bottom of my back over my shoulders and through my hair. You grab my hips and pull me over your shaft matching your rhythm.

Our pace quickens as I hear your breathing change ever so slightly. I reach for something to hold and brace myself only with a handful of cold tile, my hands splayed open over the rim of the tub. As your grip tightens, my cunt tightens around your pumping dick. I'm begging you to cum, egging you on. I flip my hair to one side and look back at you. Your eyes are focused, watching yourself slide in and out of me over and over. And then you blink, your eyes open wide as you pummel me, pulling out, pushing in, harder and faster until you groan quietly, barely audible. Your hands loosen their hold, but you don't pull out. And I love it. I love feeling you inside me, filling me. I can't get enough of it. I push myself back on you and your hands reach for my shoulders, pulling me upright. You slide out of me and spin me around to face you, planting a kiss on my forehead as you rub soap all over my front.

While toweling off, you wink at me and walk out of the bathroom. I hear you from the bedroom as you're shuffling about and getting dressed, "Now it is a good morning, dear."

Starters and Desserts

I hung up my coat. He turned me to face him, his hands on my hips. He tilted my head towards his, a finger beneath my chin. He kissed me long and hard, his palm at the back of my neck. He handed me a daisy, a smile on his lips.

"Happy birthday, honey."

"Thank you, baby." I said as I nuzzled his neck. We walked from the front room into the lounge.

He made me dinner, served it to me by candlelight. And after dinner and the flowers, he told me what we would have for dessert.

"First we'll start with jam. Strawberry jam spread all over your naked body." He grinned. "And I get to lick it all off."

And lick it all off, he did.

After the jam, we celebrated my birthday in bed. He lapped at my tight hole with his expert tongue, and I muffled my screams. I trailed my tongue up and down his shaft, taking him in my mouth over and over. He moved me around the bed, positioning my limbs at angles he knew I enjoyed. I kissed every piece of his body near my mouth. He put my legs over his shoulders and pounded his cock into me. With each deep thrust I got closer and closer until he slowed his thrusting and only dipped himself inside me a little bit of length at a time. It wasn't enough to keep me from coming. I played with his nipples and ran my fingernails lightly down his chest as I bit my lip and moaned with pleasure. He pulled me onto my knees and hands and teased me with the tip of his dick. When I reached back and played with his balls, he pushed his way inside me until he could go no further. I love the way he fills me. He spooned me and fucked me gently from behind. He cuffed me to the bed frame, he blindfolded me, and he ran a feather all over my body. He didn't remove the cuffs until his hands worked my clit in rhythm with his rock hard cock burying into me and I came long and hard.

When I told him the sun was coming up, he got up and went into the kitchen. On his way back into the bedroom, he said to me, "I wanted chocolate covered strawberries for dessert. I'm not settling for no chocolate."

Such sweet dreams

I want him to start at the nape of my neck. Light kisses across my shoulder, trail his tongue ever-so-lightly over the curve of my shoulder. Hold my hand with his and raise my arm to his mouth. Sweet and gentle touches down my arm with his moist lips. Swirl his tongue around the tip of my finger. And lower my arm.

Then start at the other side of my neck. Faint touches with his lips across the top of my shoulder. His breath slow and warm spilling across the top of my arm just ahead of each kiss as he places my arm over his shoulder. A light tickle with the tip of his tongue in the crook of my arm. Swirling curls of his tongue down the rest of my arm. A finger sucked into his mouth and released, slowly. Carefully moved.

My arms placed above my head, one across the other. A slight adjustment of the blindfold and a firm, very much welcomed kiss on my mouth. Wet. Sweet. Briefer than I'd like.

His finger starting just under my chin, drawing a line down the middle of my neck, splitting my collarbone so one side is traced with a finger and the other with his tongue. Swooping his finger back to the middle and preluding his mouth with his hand until he circles my belly button with his fingernail. His hand dropping down to my side and his breath weighing on my waist, I could feel his head hovering over my belly.

His weight shifting between my legs, he mouth dragging across my hips. Kisses marking the top of my thigh and him turning his head. Light licks, small kisses and light licks start from the inside of my knee and come back up the inside of my thigh. The slightest pause just before he gets to my lips. A heavy breath just in the middle, his mouth hovering over my dripping pussy. Briefest of brief contact before he moves on. A light lick followed by faint kisses and further light licks as he moves his head across my other thigh. Rounding to the top of my leg, his twirling tongue makes its way past my hip and to my belly button.

A straight line down with his breath betraying his mouth. His face doesn't touch me. A firm hand on each hip. Him holding his mouth right in front of my clit. Pause. Him breathing.

And licking. Slowly at first. A rhythm, complimented by the introduction of his fingers. He plunges two into me, deep, hard and slow. Tongue and hand moving together until I'm so close. He stops. Pulls his tongue away from my clit. Backs his head away. Holds his hand steady. He waits for something. I don't know what. I hold my breath and crinkle my eyebrows. He pulls his hand out. I bite on my lower lip. His tongue dips into me, I'd exhale - loudly. He'd push his fingers into me until I'm spent. Moaning, I'd twist my hips, turning my body away from him.

Small kisses on the backs of my legs, up and over my ass and into the small of my back. Timid licks following my spine to the back of my neck. A hand curling from the back of my head to my chin, turning my head. A long, gentle, passionate kiss.

Interruptions

Leaning against the wall, I think to myself that he has two minutes before I head back to my office. Just as I'm ready to take a step away from the wall, he walks past me, flashes a discreet wink and disappears behind a door. Within a minute, he pops his head out the door, nodding at me to join him. He holds the door open for me and leads me by hand to the last stall. As I step past him, his hand flips up my skirt, and he caresses my bare thigh. Sweeping my hair back from my neck from behind me, he trails his tongue from the nape of my neck to my ear, pausing just long enough for a quick nibble before I spin around to face him. I reach behind him, locking the stall and impatiently grab a handful of his ass.

The door opens. We both freeze. He eyes me, asking me questions with his eyes that I don't answer. The light overhead gleans off the forest green tile on the walls. He pulls at my skirt, lifting it ever. so. slowly. A crooked smile appears on his face at the sound echoing off the bathroom walls. And then. Footsteps. Sink faucet. Splashes. Towel dispenser. Door. While tracing the invaders moves with my mind's eye, I somehow miss seeing him unbuttoning his fly. When I focus on him again, he's looking down, rolling a condom onto his rock hard cock.

I notice small beads of sweat start forming on his forehead as he leans his head forward and blocks the bright overhead light from my eyes. I lick his fingers, pull up my skirt, and he moves my pants aside just before he pushes his fingers into me, wiggling them slightly as he pushes them as far as he can. He pulls the wetness out of my pussy along with his fingers, and his eyes go wide as the door opens again.

Impatiently, I squeeze my eyes closed, bite my lower lip and crumple my skirt in my fist. I feel him lean his face closer to mine, and he kisses my neck and shoulders so softly that I can barely tell the kisses from light touches. His breathing has started to shallow. As the door closes again, I open my eyes to him, barely a few inches from my face, staring hungrily at me, his hard dick in his hands.

Leaning my head back, I barely touch the cold tile with the back of my head before he plunges his cock into my wet mound, catching me off guard. I let out a very slight squeak, and he narrows his eyes at me as if to remind me that I agreed not to make a sound. Apologetically, I purse my lips together and slightly crumple my forehead at him as he pounds into me, practically lifting my feet up from the floor.

Moving a hand to my clit, I start to rub myself in small circles. Looking up to place my unoccupied hand on his shoulder, I witness him staring hungrily at my hand, a look of utter fascination in his eyes. Nearing my own release, the corner of his eye crinkles slightly and I know he's close. His eyes follow as I draw my hand up to my mouth, lick one of my fingers and then suck on the other one. His pace quickens, he's panting and alternately biting his lower lip and opening his mouth. The door opens.

He doesn't seem to care as he continues ramming his dick into me, throwing me against the tile wall with each and every thrust. I clench my fist around the shoulder of his shirt, lean my head forward and rest it on his collarbone, holding my breath. His hands grasp desperately at my hips, his palms holding me in place. I can tell that he's nearly there, and begin to repeatedly squeeze his prick every so lightly with my pussy. He stops breathing for a few seconds and then his fingers press firmly into my hips as he tilts his head back, mouth wide and eyes closed. The door closes as he pulls out of me and pats me on the thigh.

We both smooth out our clothes, replacing them to their normal state, and then he steps out of the stall, goes to the door and peaks out. His hand gestures for me, and as I slide past him through the doorway, he winks discreetly and kisses me on the forehead.

My resolve

In the year 2005 I resolve to: Become a slut. Get your resolution here

And what are your sexy resolutions?

Tea time

He opens the door with my spare keys and quietly stalks me from the darkened foreroom as I pad around the kitchen in my sleepshirt. His hands grab hold of my hips, pulling me back and rubbing my ass against his stiffening cock. I reach up with my left hand, tugging at his neck, forcing his head to lean down and he drags his tongue across my lower lip. We kiss long and hard. "Hey baby, I didn't hear you come in. Tea?"

"No, thanks," he says into my shoulder in between little kisses. I continue to prepare my cup of tea and he sits at the table.

"Anything then?" I look over my shoulder at him as I ask.

"Just you," he pauses. "Here." He winks at me. "Now." He holds out his hand for me to take it, and when I do, he pulls me towards the table, stands up behind me and bends me over the table. He drags his hands down my back, grasping at my ass and then leans forward, putting his weight on me. His hand is set between my shoulder blades and he separates my legs with his foot. He whispers in my ear, "What? No fancy pants today?" His fingers separate my lips, dragging my juices to my clit. "Ah, you're wet for me." His tongue traces the roundness of my earlobe, he nibbles and sucks for a second before he stands up, removing himself from me completely.

I hear the sound of his belt being unclasped, jeans buttons and zipper opening. I start to raise myself off the table and move my hips towards him, but he puts his hand between my shoulders, saying, "You're not going anywhere, the tea can wait." I whimper slightly, slowly wiggle my ass from side to side, and drop my head to the table. The tip of his dick dips ever so slightly into me before he pulls it back and runs it between my lips to my clit. "You want this? You want my cock?" he asks.

"Please, baby, give it to me." I say just as he thrusts himself straight into me and my breath catches in my throat.

No movement at all, we're locked together.

He pulls out slowly, and just as slowly pushes back in. His hands hold onto my hips and knead my ass as he continues filling me and then emptying me. His pace picks up slowly. In. Out. In. Out. He pumps harder and faster, grunting a bit between his shallow breaths. "Oh yeah, oh, oh, fuck me harder!" I say while bucking against him, meeting his quickened pace. He firms his hold on my hips, steadying them and holding me against the edge of the table. His thighs clap against my ass each time he pounds into me. "Oh yeah, baby. Come on, faster! Faster!" He smacks my hip lightly, as if he's unsure if he would get away with it.

I start to play with my clit and he pulls my arm away from me, placing it back on the table. He slips his dick out and runs it up to my clit, toying with me, pulls it back down and buries it deep in me. In. Out. In. Out. He pulls impatiently at my clit with his fingers, rubbing and tweaking until he settles into a rhythm. I can feel myself so close. The combination of him pounding me and titillating me is too much to take for too long. "Mmmmmm, oh that's nice. I'm gonna... oooooh... Oh fuck I'm cumming!" Grabbing onto the tops of my shoulders, he is fucking me so fast, so hard. My pussy throbs, egging him on, bringing him so close to the edge. "Oh, baby, oh, come for me."

He lightly smacks my hip again, open palmed and discreet. His thrusts become shallower so that he's barely dipping into me. He grunts and barely above a whisper he says, "Unnh, I'm cumming." And he pulls my hips back onto him and holds me to him. With one hand he pulls me up from the table by a shoulder and kisses my neck. "How about some tea, you dirty little bitch?"

Introduction

Inspired by the likes of the Good Wife, the Kinky Bitch, the Dirty Talking Girl, ChicagoOdysseus, Burbman, the Wicked Wife, Evan, and the hostess of the Edinburgh Dinner Party, I've decided to procure myself my very own blog.

I'm Sophie. Nice to meet ya.