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.
Sunday, February 20, 2005
Thursday, February 17, 2005
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."
"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."
Wednesday, February 02, 2005
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."
"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."
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