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.
Wednesday, January 19, 2005
Friday, January 07, 2005
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.
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.
Wednesday, January 05, 2005
Tuesday, January 04, 2005
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?"
"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?"
Sunday, January 02, 2005
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.
I'm Sophie. Nice to meet ya.
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