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Let’s Play…

Many moons ago, one of my readers asked me what she could do for “fun” with her long distance boyfriend. I suggested writing an erotic story back and forth between them – using e-mail or even texting. I wrote this to illustrate. The story flips from my perspective to his (thank you for  playing).

The real fun in this activity is the utter surprise … where will the story go?!

Hope you enjoy the process as much as I did and perhaps feel inspired to do the same. Let me know! and maybe share!

(The idea came from the collaboration between two of my favorite writers/bloggers you can read that here)

***

Enjoying the first beautiful days of summer we walked the streets for some outdoor cafe to sit at and have some lunch.

I am potentially over dressed. Then again, I am of the firm belief that a woman can never be too classy. There’s just no excuse for bad taste and no way out of the predicament, so you are best not to ever go there. Know exactly how dressed up, or dressed funky, you can get away with at any given time.

I push the limits. I am a bad girl that way. Panties are oft forgotten. He likes me accessible. If panties are worn, they are most likely thongs and announced to friends at completely inappropriate times – it‘s my one gauche habit. I just don’t go quietly, but He knows that and loves the challenge.

Leaning over towards me at the tiny table we occupy along the street, His hand goes up my thigh hidden only by my pencil skirt and table-cloth, reaches my intimate self and lets his fingers play along my glossy engorged slit. I might drown him, and I try to effortlessly spread my thighs to give him better access. He grinds his palm against my clit, his fingers finding their way through my folds and into my body. I lean my head back in pre-orgasmic lust.

He motions with his head to have me go down. I descend under the table to suckle and gorge on my pre-lunch delight.

*

I could hear the nearby diners gasp, just as I did, when my beloved’s lips wrapped around my shaft. She’d unzipped me and told me in no uncertain terms that she was going to suck me – and I had no doubt she meant it. There was the sound of her slurping, my moans and the waitress stuttering as she took the adjacent table’s order. I only vaguely heard it all as I treasured the way my love took me deeply, using her tongue expertly on the underside of my cock and tickling my balls with it when my shaft head reached the back of her throat. We fit so perfectly. I knew … we both knew… I wouldn’t last long.

An attractive couple at the next table could not take their eyes off us and were obviously pleased with our antics. I lifted the table-cloth carefully to give them, and only them, a better view. My fingers in her hair, I closed my eyes to enjoy the feeling of her hands cradling my balls. My toes curled in my shoes and I gritted my teeth, while she sucked me in a final time.

Our neighboring diners sat up in their chairs, as if they had orgasms themselves, and they spoke to each other in hushed voices. I looked at them and acknowledged their reactions; approval or disapproval depending on the individual. It was fascinating to see who was in fact offended and who was not. Not to mention those with flushed cheeks and glossy eyes, that feigned disapproval out of fear of judgment.

No one had actually “seen” anything and for all they knew it was just an act for some hidden camera; but as she cleaned me up, I took my wallet from my coat pocket and called for the waitress to settle the bill. She came quickly, without making eye contact.

My beloved took her seat, and another sip of her wine, I paid the bill before standing to leave. I should have put away my cock first, but I forgot and a few shocked faces told me they had gotten a good look at my glistening shaft before I finally tucked it away. Now we really did have to leave.

Where should we go for dessert?

*

I felt a tap on my shoulder and turned to see the attractive blond and her equally blond partner looking at me a question on her lips. His arm encircled my waist in a protective manner, but still relaxed, Just setting boundaries. I giggle internally. Precious man had nothing to worry about and he knew it. He just wanted others to know it as well.

A surprisingly sultry voice emanated from the petite blonds lips as she asked us if we’d care to join them for a drink and perhaps some sweets at their place not to too far. I turn to my man, a grin on my face and an eyebrow raised in askance but leaving the decision up to him. He’d talked about this more than once – the opportunity was ideal. The couple was attractive and eager and my mood was naughty very, very naughty. Was He all talk?

His hand slid from my waist to below my skirt and squeezed my ass …. He leaned into my ear and whispered:

*

…. Let’s play.

She needed no greater invitation and accepted the offer for both of us. I always knew that given the right opportunity, and mood, our fantasy would come to fruition. I immediately began to wonder what we would do, what our new friends would like to share with us. I wondered what this woman, whose name I soon learned was Helene, would taste like and if she was hairless like my love. I felt a new stir in my loins. I wondered how much my beloved would enjoy the look on my face as I watched another man enter her from behind. Of course, for all I knew, this couple only wanted to return the favor and let us watch them together. The possibilities were endless, and the short five-minute walk to their loft seemed to take an hour.

By the time we reached their front step, my cock was standing at attention once again. As we were about to walk in the door, I stopped and pulled my love to me. “No turning back from here. Are you sure?” I needn’t have asked of course. She playfully squeezed my member through my pants, and led me inside, “I’m still hungry… ”

*
The door opened and the rather quiet couple led us inside. It was a modern, minimalist space. Everything was bare with the exception of an overlarge black and white, erotic photograph adorning only the far wall. All the furniture was white. In fact everything was white. The space would have felt clinical if it wasn’t for the impressive and welcoming centerpiece.

In the middle of the room was a massive, circular, sunken in couch. I wasn’t sure if it was a couch or bed. We soon found out that the rich velour, in shades of heather grey, was both. Sven and Helene poured us some drinks and we settled. There was really nothing to talk about; chit chat was not our reason d’être in their intimate space.

Still – I waited for our hosts to lead. Not certain of what they actually had in mind. In boredom, His hand was slowly gliding up my thigh, I was still wet and the tedium of the uncertainty of our hosts was starting to grate. I leaned over and straddle Him. He smiled up at me and slowly raised my skirt knowing this would afford our hosts a view of my ass, thong and in time, his erect penis. He hoped the visual would inspire action.

I heard a hiss of approval from behind yet was still startled when I felt a strong hand cupping a breast and a foreign set of lips on the back of my neck. Brushing my hair out of the way, I looked over my right shoulder and saw Helene on the other end of the “couch”, her legs parted, and her hand between her thighs enjoying the view of the ménage a trois before her. I motioned for her to come closer and she shuffled until she was in arms reach of Him. I looked at Him lovingly, as I felt the hands of a stranger unbutton and pull off my top, my eyes never looking away from His.

His cock was straining making Him uncomfortable, so I reach down to unzip him and let his member go free. His one hand on my free breast still cupped in my black lace bras and the other hand down the white skimpy cotton boy shorts of Helene. He seemed quite happy with his lot.

*

It never ceased to amaze me the abandon she could display. Her curvaceous body soft in all the right places was a sight. I watched Sven unclasp her bra, and as the black lace was scattered her glorious mounds revealed themselves to me. I watched with some envy, his callused hands touch them – eagerly plying the soft flesh. Her eyes closed.

I was grateful for Sven’s total silence. It allowed me to think of him as an accessory and not a real person kissing my beloveds neck and touching her so intimately. Helene was another matter. Her soft and voluptuous moans were like a sexy soundtrack in the background and I stole a look at her.

She was petite in every way and her tiny frame looked fragile in her nudity and enjoyment. The play of my fingers somehow made her seem vulnerable. Flat chested and a little skinny she had a fire in her that belied her small stature. Yet, there was emptiness there in her eyes that also frightened me a little. In fact there was something empty about Sven too as if he was acting and not really fully present. This play was filling a void for these two and the thought of that made me almost lose my erection as a wave of pity threatened to take over.

*

I saw a shift in Him. He was over thinking this and I jerked his member up a little too hard. His eyes snapped back to mine. I grinned. He grinned back. I wasn’t going to let Him fuck up this opportunity with His tendency to over analyze everything. I needed Him to join me in living in this moment.

Sven’s hands were magic and yet I was only vaguely aware of him. I gave him the same amount of attention I would a vibrator on my bed. I could hear Helene’s sounds of sweet pleasure and it reminded me of having a porno on the TV in the background. The only thing that mattered, the only thing that I wanted – was Him.

I lifted my ass up only enough to pull away the fabric of my thong to the side. Lowering down to impale myself, I hovered for a few exquisite moments letting the heat of my cunt tease Him. His head leaned back and I saw Him enjoy in his mind first, what his body knew was about to happened. His member stirred and using his pelvic muscles, his cock reached up a little more tickling the entry of my pussy. It was too much. I sat in his lap, taking him in.

*
The feeling of her cunt stretching to take all of me, the warm heat surrounding my cock in the moist and powerful recesses of her womb was a feeling I was totally and utterly addicted too. It was the one place I could lose myself in totality.

I felt the rise and drop of her hips on mine and for a moment I held my breath afraid I would come too soon. Luckily, my attention was diverted to Helene moving in towards my beloved, raising herself on her knees on the couch next to her and kissing her with passion and viciously pinching her own nipples. She then went to kiss Sven and back to my dearest … back and forth.

Feeling too much like an observer, my hand slid back between Helene’s thighs and found her engorged and slick clit. She wiggled her tiny ass in pleasure as I continued to finger her with one thumb inside the entrance of her cunt and the other four making a come-hither motion teasing her poor pearl. She moaned her ecstasy into my beloved’s mouth.

*
I was hazily aware of Sven’s body behind me, of a woman’s lips on mine of hands on my breast and painful tugs at my nipples, of a hard member making its way between my ass.  I was lost in a sea of touch, smell and sound. In sweet torment my body rose and fell with the ebb and flow of my dance partners.

*

I sensed Sven trying to part my knees in order to make his claim on the soft curves of my love’s gloriously round and perky derriere. I read her body language and knew that she was far gone in her pleasure and would be willing. I parted my knees enough to give him access without him ejecting me. No. That was my prize and mine alone and he would never lay claim there. In that way she was mine; only mine.

With the aid of lubrication, he slid inside her, tentative and a little clumsy but soon found a rhythm that allowed him to penetrate her, without ruining her rhythm of pleasing me. And so, long languid minutes of pleasure began for us all.

Surprisingly Helene was the first to come. She did so gloriously all over my fingers. Her back flushed prettily with waves of crimson as she locked lips with my Love for support and her hand found Sven’s and squeezed it possessively. Sven followed moments later making the first real sound that evening as he jerked upward and released himself into the condom inside my beloved’s ass.

*

I was under attack. My body assaulted with pleasure in every way. My mouth was full of tongue and luscious lips; my gut filled with a tentative but relentless thrust and my cunt was filled gloriously by Him. I opened my eyes and found His. Our love was nothing to be toyed with and my heart gave way as I saw Him there, loving me. I felt myself cross the threshold then.

I felt and heard our play mates come. Sven’s hand gripped at my chest and right then I mouthed “Come with me” to Him. With that, I sat down harshly in his lap forcing him to fill me to the deepest and darkest recesses of my inner self. His jism hit the walls and flooded me as the Tsunami of torrential orgasmic force rocked though my body.

We collapsed.

***

Months passed before we returned to the restaurant, not thinking about our adventure until we saw Helene and Sven sitting at the little table for two in the corner. We nodded in greeting and Helene flashed us a large, happy smile as Sven blushed furiously.

Moments later her tiny frame and sensual perfume filled our space. Helen’s blond hair hung carelessly in her face and she brushed bread crumbs off her tweed pants. She handed us a postcard size invitation and said: “Hope you can make it” in a voice oozing with promise, before pushing Sven out the door, into the cold before her.

*

I grabbed the invitation out of His hands curious to see what it said. It didn’t hold much information other than a date, time and place. I was intrigued and presented it to Him to read. What could this be? Another rendezvous?

*

I looked at the information displayed in the center of a large, heather grey dot in the middle of a pure white postcard. I smiled at the mirroring of the quiet couple’s intimate space. I couldn’t help but wonder what had come first, the living space or the logo?

I looked up at my love an eyebrow raised. Did she want to go? Her smile told me all I needed to know. It seems she was still hungry.

*

Two evenings later found us standing in front of the address wondering if we had it wrong. We double checked our card and confirmed with a passerby. This was it. Not wanting to stand out in the snow much longer, I grabbed His hand and went inside, drawn by the faces of all the “pretty people” and the sound of laughter and the notes of soft blues.

As we walked in we were handed a glass of champagne each, while a young and pretty thing took our coats. My eyes were wide with wonder at the work displayed in the art gallery. The most beautiful erotic scenes unveiled before me. Photographs I could get lost in for hours given half a chance. They were marvels of photography. The details vivid enough to make even the most adventurous amongst us blush.

His hand squeezed mine and I looked at Him to find Him pointing in a direction with an upward nod of His chin. I looked up and saw the focal point of the room and masterpiece of the collection.

On the only wall with color, that same heather grey in an otherwise sea of white washed walls was a massive nine by eight foot photograph.

I almost dropped my glass. 

The room went silent in my head.

All I heard was a sultry voice say:

“I hope you don’t mind”.

 

© Fantasia Lillith and Pillow Talk, 2009. Unauthorized use and/or
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Part II – Cottage Country

Startled at the man’s reaction, one hand on his softening manhood, frozen in place like a deer caught in the headlights; David couldn’t go far with his shorts still around his ankles. He hastily fumbled to make himself decent. Sue drew a sharp breath and took a step back hitting her head on a low branch. Yet … neither left, eager for the last moments of magic. They stood mutely in the shadow of the large tree watching the scene draw to a close.

The man stepped away from the table and offered his hand to his lover. She extended hers and, holding her gently, he pulled her upright so that she sat with her legs dangling off the edge of the picnic table.

Her body was resplendent in the moonlight. David noted that even though she was now upright, her breasts remained firm, forgotten by gravity. Her silhouette was stunning. With her laying on the table he had not been able to fully appreciated how her hip to waist ratio was in fact almost too perfect for words. If he hadn’t known better he would have sworn she was airbrushed. He shook his head feeling once again inadequate as he gazed at this couple and the scene very much like one from ancient mythology; the Gods having chosen the woman they wanted and consumed by desire they had found a way to become one with her.

They moved with such grace that even as they held each other for a moment the atmosphere was still highly charged. The Lady in question pulled her summer dress to cover her modesty and the “God” hiked up his shorts breaking the illusion at last with this very human gesture. The definition of his torso somehow exaggerated by the exertions, however, was something that could not be ignored, and David felt a pang of annoyance as he heard Sue draw in a breath of appreciation. Then, he gave himself a mental slap on the back of the head for the hypocrisy of that emotion.

A few moments later, the spell somewhat broken, David relaxed his grip on Sue’s hand and despite the cool of the evening, their hold was slippery with perspiration. Sue turned and standing on tip toe whispered into his ear. “Come on, let’s go. I think he saw us …. and we need to get back to Gemma .” She led him carefully towards the path and they walked silently to their cottage; their minds full of what they had just witnessed.

At the foot of the verandah she went ahead of him and stopped on top of the steps, turning so she was on a level with him for once. She looked him straight in the eyes, his warm kind eyes, and lifted her hands to hold his face. She leaned and gently kissed him on the lips. David responded, his hands on her small waist pulling her closer, his own mouth working and savoring the taste of her on his own. He breathed in deeply, enjoying, that now familiar perfume, they had bought together at the duty free shop just a few days ago.

They kissed a little longer, their tongues softly darting and entangling with each other’s. She moved her arms so they wrapped around his neck and leaned against him, trusting him with her weight. He pulled her closer, his hands now on the soft flesh at the top of her legs and only the thin linen of her dress separating them. She desperately wanted to feel his touch on her. She hesitated for a moment before jumping up, lifting herself one leg at a time, so she could wrap them tightly around his waist. There was something about the gentle giant in him she had begun to fully appreciate.

They had tried only twice to make love. The first time had been a disaster as Gemma had woken in a nightmare and by the time they had calmed her down the moment had passed. But it had been good to fall asleep and wake in the morning together. Having a toddler in the house, however, meant there was little opportunity for anything first thing in the morning.

The second time had been a little more successful. They had not been interrupted but David hadn’t managed to deal with penetration. His guilt at being with “another woman” had overwhelmed him. He was so depressed about not being able to see it through that it had stopped any further attempts.

But somehow this time felt different. They were both relaxed, with no risk of being interrupted, except perhaps by the night life, and they were both greatly affected by the scene they had witnessed. His kisses began to feel more urgent and his hands tugged at the material of her dress. Sue shuddered with excitement, her eyes closed, her mouth moist, her tongue swirling and teasing over his. His fingers circled close to the fine trimmed hairs and she willed him to be a little more adventurous. She purred as they kissed and this seemed to be enough as his fingers slipped inside the cotton and elastic of her panties and found her yielding and damp edges. It had been sometime since she too had experienced such erotic sensuous attention and the stimulation seemed to open a flood gate.

She broke off kissing his mouth and as she pecked and licked his left ear she softly whispered to him that if he carried on like that she would quickly loose it. She wanted them to have that special moment. He nodded silently and taking one step at a time with her still wrapped around him, his left hand holding her ass in place, he walked up and across the verandah to the cottage door. He found the handle and gently opened it and carried her through.

The fire was still gently crackling and emitting its soft light bathing the room in a romantic glow. David thought briefly of how imprudent it had been to leave Gemma and this fire behind. He chastised himself internally nearly ruining the moment.

He shook his head … and kneeled by the blaze and let Sue lay on the rug. Her eyes bright, and sparkling, never for a moment looking away. Her hand smoothed away furrows that had developed on his forehead. “Come here my sweet” she said softly, as she pulled him so he lay next to her. She unbuttoned the front of her dress and took his hand so that he cupped her breast. They were small, with what David thought, was the most lovely slope to the tip of perky and slightly over large nipples. In their succulent perfection they begged to be sucked. Hungrily he wrapped his mouth around one and did so.

Sue let out a moan … low and guttural. David was certain that she was almost ready to come. He slowed his endeavors wanting, like her, to let the moment be one they would never forget.

He took great, slow pleasure in undressing her, then himself. They enjoyed the exploration of their bodies by the soft warm glow of the fire. Hands shook a little, and sighs were dished out in spades. Sue could not ignore the large and “demanding attention” presence between David’s thighs. She noted again, with a certain amount of appreciation and apprehension, the girth of his shaft. Her tiny frame and his giant one might prove to be a challenge.

David’s hands ran up and down Sue’s back, getting comfortable in the simple joy of being nude together. “Happy naked time.” Sue giggled … quoting Gemma from a few days ago. David’s deep and honest chuckle finally destroying the last barrier left standing between them. He hovered over her now, slowly going down … down… in a trail of soft but urgent kisses. Her thighs opened a little further as he reached the sweet spot and lifted her ass off the carpet bringing her to his lips as if to drink from a chalice. The gesture so reverent Sue’s breath caught in her lungs her body trembling.

He parted her further with his tongue, lowering her back down. She was so drenched she knew her fluids would leave a healthy wet spot. He placed himself between her legs, his member hovering over her small, yet aching entrance and freezed. She bit her lip. “The point of no return” he whispered … her small hands reached for his hips, guiding him a tiny bit closer. He looked down at her. His eyes were filled with tears, a look of utter pain and pleasure writ across his face. Sue held still … very – very still. Waiting for him to be ready.

David’s mind was going a thousand miles an hour. He hovered. His desire almost as painful as the ache in his heart. He finally looked outwards from himself to Sue. Their eyes connected again. He saw all the compassion and tenderness in her, he felt her petite hands holding him. The heat from her crotch a welcome like he had never known. She smiled, nodded …. She understood. She was waiting … he wanted this ….. Her hand pulled him in infinitesimally closer.

She is so beautiful there, open to me, vulnerable yet strong in her patience. She’s a woman I can love … she’s a woman I do love . The realization hit him hard, and in that moment, all guilt disappeared.

Sue noticed a shift in his expression and body language. Her heart swelled as she saw in him that he had at last let go and he was now hers. She couldn’t stop the tears from flowing, and she tried to hold back the sob threatening to take over. She pulled him in, wanting to lose herself in the throws of their union. He complied at last. The wide and thick head of his penis finally touched her, she pushed up, lifting to accommodate. He was still hard, very hard and eager. He pushed, almost violent in the penetration but stopped as she let out a whimper.

Afraid of ripping her, David slowed down. He pushed in, waited. Pushed further and waited. A little further and waited. Sue was so wet that the only friction was from the incredible tightness of the fit. It felt so good he almost lost it right then and there. The waiting was as much for him as it was for her to adjust to his girth. Finally he was in, all the way to the hilt. He pulled back gently, and the moan of pleasure that filled the room came from them both.

He made love to her then. Slow and steady. He watched her carefully. Marveled at the abandon she showed, the pleasure that was so obviously being had. She made him feel like the king of all men as she wiggled, and sighed and arched her back to take him – all of him – in. He couldn’t hold much longer but tried. It had been so long, the feeling was so intense he realized that he just could not stop the tidal wave from crashing, the tsunami from hitting and in a roar of almost rage and desperate violent cry for life he thrust deep within her and came.

She screamed from pain and joy as she joined him moments later and the two forgot about neighbors, strangers, Gemma in the next room, the past and the world around them. For a moment time was suspended and the only thing real was the pleasure being given and received.

He collapsed next to her, and grabbed her to keep them connected and buried his face into her small frame and cried. Large tears of release, erased what seemed like an eternity of pain. And he found himself drowning now in the promise of new happiness, of new beginnings.


© Fantasia Lillith and Pillow Talk, 2009. Unauthorized use and/or
duplication of this material without express and written permission
from this blog’s author and/or owner is strictly prohibited. Excerpts
and links may be used, provided that full and clear credit is given to
Fantasia Lillith and Pillow Talk with appropriate and specific
direction to the original content.

July 23, 2009 Posted by | Beauty, erotica, Not the bedroom, Outdoors, romance, Sensual, Voyeur | , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | 18 Comments

Part I – Cottage Country

David sat in his chair, enjoying a glass of single malt whiskey, letting the light of the fire play on the liquid, turning it different shades of amber. Beauty could be found anywhere he mused. It was a lovely summer evening, the stars were out, the sky bright after a day of sunshine. It was perfect. Even a cool breeze afforded some relief from what could have otherwise been an oppressively hot night.

He had built a small fire in the hearth, more for ambience than heat. He sat there looking at the young woman across from him dozing, and listened to the loons cry out as the sun set. It made him chuckle, reminding him of that final scene of The Walton’s, like listening to a roll call. It was beautiful, eerie and familiar. He’d been listening to that sound every summer for the last forty years. It never stopped getting to him; tugging at his heart. It was his reason for coming here year after year and leaving London and the UK behind for a full two months and why he had never had the heart to sell his parents cottage.

Things had changed little over time in this place. In fact he and his family were more or less the newbie’s to the area with many cottages having been handed down from generation to generation. He knew his neighbors’ well and they all knew him. They knew his little girl, Gemma, now fast asleep in the room next door, and of the tragic death of her mother in childbirth. They had helped as much as they could, mostly by staying away and giving him the space he needed.

He had been replaying in his mind, the series of events that was the whirlwind that had brought Sue to join him here so unexpectedly this summer. He looked at her, shaking his head, amazed. He had met her only weeks ago, feeding the ducks with his little one in the park after work one day. He was remembering the look on her face as he had presented her with the plane tickets, when he heard a scream from next door.

The properties were not close to one another, the sound therefore startled him out of his reverie quickly. He knew the place was often rented out to city folk looking to “play country cottage” for a weekend and as such, the tenants often did not know the “ins and outs” of country living. This was the real forest. Things here could be dangerous.

He decided to go and investigate – just in case. After all, if he let out a scream like that he’d hope for someone to come and check on him. He woke Sue and sprayed on some extra bug repellant, grabbed the baby monitor and left the cottage in direction of the racket. He walked carefully, kicking himself for not thinking to bring a flashlight along, pulling on Sue’s tiny hand behind him. He saw the glow of a large bonfire a few hundred feet away and walked towards it. The closer he came the more he heard the noises. Low moans and occasional screams. He suddenly wasn’t sure if he should be approaching unarmed. He signaled for Sue to wait there and walked ahead.

He ventured closer to the property line and, crouching to get under a large branch he spotted them and froze. Taking a step back he shook his head, trying to get rid of the image that was branded there forever but couldn’t . He wanted more… wanted to see more. Slowly, he nestled lower and lifted the branch just enough to afford him a better view. As he did so a loud moan filled the air again. Sue startled him as she put her hand on his shoulder and crouched down next to him to see what had caught his attention. He felt strangely excited, knowing that “they” were ignorant of his presence. He looked at Sue’s face for a moment, her jaw had dropped and her tongue licked her lips and a small smile crossed her face. With that stamp of approval he took in the scene before him.

There “they” were, two lovers, in the most unusual light. The cold white moon bathing them from above and the warm red and orange glow from the fire lighting them from below. He saw the man first, could not look away. He was tall, lean and all muscle. Thick hair on his head and no place else, with a swimmers body and a large cock that was slamming into a woman he so obviously adored. His ass, clenching and relaxing as he impaled her in perfect harmony with the sound of the wooden picnic table creaking under the strain of the two of them, the sexy sound of the slap slap slap of flesh on flesh echoing in the clearing. The man’s eyes were locked on his lovers, utterly focused. His virility was almost intimidating.

He held her legs over his shoulders, his face at times turning to kiss a dainty foot resting there on his strong and defined muscles. His rhythm was fast but steady, this was no dash to the finish line, he intended to make her squirm… and she did.

Her beautiful face, with large, almond shaped eyes, reflecting the night back at her partner, was a study in love. David had seen that look before; his throat tightened at the memory. He remembered what is was like to be loved like that. He suddenly felt guilty for watching and a pang of jealousy filled his heart. Loneliness followed. Just then, Sue’s hand hovered over his, hesitant a moment and then took it firmly and gave it a squeeze. He turned to see her looking at him – she knew and he felt a swell of affection for her fill that void. He nodded, squeezed her hand back and gave her a big, wicked grin. She smiled in return as they continued to observe.

The woman lay on the picnic table that almost seemed like an altar, her long hair falling in a cascade of curls off the edge, like Rapunzel throwing it down to her prince. Her breasts were free of the small summer dress that had at one point been buttoned up and now lay open revealing the soft sun kissed flesh below. Two fully blossomed breasts held firm, solid ground as they hovered with their pointed, pink nipples capping each end. David’s mouth watered as he imagined the succulent, soft flesh of the two glowing mounds under the lapping of his tongue, the sucking of his lips. Her stomach was flat and strong, but not skinny like those magazine models. She had that softness that made a man melt. Her legs were long and muscular, and would tense as the pleasure coursed through her.

David’s eyes followed the curve of her slender, supple waist, the mounding swell of full hips and the uppermost half of two round, glaring white, tender buns. He could not stop looking at her ass. It was spectacular, there really was no other word for it. He found himself entranced by it’s sight. As her partner moved inside her, as they gazed at one another, the movement and rhythm would change the lighting. One moment cool moonlight the next fire hot… angels or demons – not so obvious. David reached down into his pants. His erect penis, straining in his jeans, twitched, and his legs tightened. He released his own flared and hard cock and wrapped it in the familiar grasp of his hand; biting his lip to keep from moaning himself.

He continued to watch the scene unfolding before him, knowing it was wrong but staying anyway. Sue had followed suit and was masturbating quietly having found a tree trunk to lean against for support. David realized his knees were getting tired and found a log and made himself comfortable. He and Sue exchanged a grin that said it all: Their fault for doing it outdoors – and being so bloody loud about it !

The man was sweating now coating his spectacular body and letting it shine in the light. He looked more like one of those Gods from mythology than a man; and here he was claiming one of the human beauties as his own or in sacrifice. With a hand on each side of her hips, he slowly and carefully fired his cock inside with quick, deep thrusts. She trembled and twisted her ass in gleeful reception. Deeper, deeper he pushed, liquid oozed down and David swore he saw a few glimmering drops fall off the edge of the wooden slab.

She bent more, bringing her knees to her head, and reached back to grab his swinging sack of testicles with her hand. She rolled them tenderly in her fingers as he sent his member into wet lips through the foaming juices around the rim of her cunt. Her beautiful face started to contort into different facial expressions bordering between pain and pleasure, her moan filled the forest and got louder and louder. The bats overhead seemed to fly in harmony with her song. Then she screamed loud, total and her body arched, her back lifting right off the table as her lover screamed her name to the heavens and flung his head back in animal ecstasy as his climax joined hers and rose from the balls she held, semen coursing upward into the lengthy rod and burning its way to burst from the end to claim her fully with his seed.

At that moment David spilled his own onto the forest floor. Holding his breath so as to not make a sound. He looked down at the puddle glistening in the moonlight – then at Sue, whose flushed face spoke of release. His heart thumped in his ears. He looked up one last time and saw the lovers entwined, now whispering sweet words to each other. The woman’s eyes still closed her breathing still labored her arms around her man‘s neck possessively. Just then, the man turned his head ….. Looked straight at David… raised an eyebrow and smiled before turning back to his lover and kissing her with passion as his flaccid penis left her warmth and dribbled the juice of their love making onto the soil below.

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July 18, 2009 Posted by | Beauty, erotica, Not the bedroom, Outdoors, romance, Sensual, Voyeur | , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | 23 Comments

Playing with Fire – Part II

I motioned to the couch, where he could lounge for a moment and left the room to strip down. I love the power of lingerie, perhaps a vestige of playing dress up as a child. I had chosen well for my outing; not that I had planned this, but what I wore was perfect. I removed my “outer wear” to reveal the visual feast below. I grabbed one last item, put it on, and walked back into the living room and my guest.I saw his eyes go wide with a mingle of appreciation and a little apprehension. He took it all in. The tight black bustier with fuchsia trim that made my breasts look like they hovered and accentuated my hip to waist ratio. The way the detailing framed my curves making everything seem higher, rounder. My legs long and lean in fuchsia leathered heals …. But where his eyes froze; was at the strap-on I had slipped over the fuchsia mesh panties with the word “beware” stitched across my ass.

“What you going to do with that?” he laughed nervously. I arched an eyebrow high … wasn’t it obvious? I walked over, confidant but not threatening. “Exactly what you want me to do…”

I straddled him – the synthetic cock between us like a third wheel. He kissed me as he continued to chuckle, still a little nervous. His finger slid inside me, I was so wet and so ready … but I wanted to make this grown man grovel and beg for mercy. I wasn’t yet sure, how I was going to make it all happen but I knew what was going to transpire.

He let his finger covered in my juices glide along my tongue, the taste of my own secretions always a turn on. His lips were on mine again … hungry with desire as his own member came back to life, rising like Lazarus. I pinned him down with my weight – he let me. He was far stronger than I was and could have easily overcome me – he chose not to. My hands caressed his body, my teeth bit into his flesh. I let my canines and fingers create red welts along his jugular and left battle scars everywhere they went. I kissed him and bit his lower lip … hard. He hissed and kissed back urgently. His breathing was fast, his body shivering with every unyielding or feather light touch.

“Get up” I order. In a daze and trance, he obeyed. I walked him over to the metal cross and before he could think too long about the consequences; I snapped him in, the leather straps holding him in place. There he was – facing the wall – his ass mine …quite literally. I leaned in and whispered, “The code word is “Panther” do you understand?” He nodded suddenly trembling. I soothingly rubbed his body. I reached for some oil and used it to massage his shoulders. He sighed and relaxed. I switched to lube and placed some liberally around the ring of his ass and all over the fake shaft still attached to my pelvic bone.

I let my fingers caress the skin on his back … barely touching. I could see goose bumps spring up and involuntary shivers take over. I leaned down and grabbed his member – it was almost painful as I pulled it back unnaturally. Holding it tight in one hand, I played with his balls and teased the tip. I let the other hand wander down and started massaging his puckered anus once more. His breath caught and he could feel his resolve dissipate. He tensed and I knew if I didn’t stop or break the rhythm he would come. I swiftly stood up, and firmly pressed my body against his. He let out a yelp as the head of his penis, now released, sprung back to the front and hit the cold metal of the x in the cross. My own spear pushed against his ass, the tip pressing against the ring. He tensed, and I let my fingers dig into his hair and pulled his head backwards. The gesture shocked him as he struggled to breathe, his head pulled so unnaturally. It was enough … I pressed the head of the dildo in, felt resistance …. Waited … waited … I leaned in and bit his shoulder blade hard. He reacted again with a muffled scream and I slid in all the way.

“NO!!!” …. he shook and trembled. I waited for the code word … but it never came. I started to fuck him. This strong heterosexual male was at my mercy and for all his denial and litany of No’s … he was enjoying it. His body betrayed him. He yanked on the restraints and whimpered as I invaded his body in a way it had never been before. I reached for a whip, and never breaking my rhythm, let the leather leave mark after mark on his back. Oh the power. To see such strength reduced to this. To watch him give up control. A cavernous, angry and powerful moan came from deep within him. It was animalistic in everyway – if he had not been tied up, I would have feared the sound. I never broke tempo as the dildo and whip took turns beating him down ….Beating his orgasm up. It was coming and he feared it – fought it.

The fierceness of the scream that ripped through him was proof that every single inhibition, wall and self-image he had of himself had been trampled. He was at the mercy of his bodies desires. He could not control it, could not stop it …. It owned him. He was no longer master of his domain, the orgasm was and I was the pilot. His head thrashed back, I dropped the whip, plunging in hard one last time and placed one hand on his mouth and the other pinched his nose. He could not breathe. His body panicked as the supply of air died. His chest pulling for oxygen that never came. I slowly resumed the pelvic thrusts, gentle now, driving the dildo inside him again and at last, he came. He shot his load and at that moment, I released him. He took a deep shuddering breath and roared with pleasure at the same time.

He hung limp from his straps. Too weak and spent to stand on his own. I pulled out. Sat on the couch, flushed and sexually unsatisfied; disinfected the dildo and put a few things away. Just then, my friend walked in with a smile on her face….. I looked up and grinned back at her. “How long you been listening at the door?” …. She was flushed and her hand was twitching with a need to release sexual energy. “Long enough” she purred.

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May 18, 2009 Posted by | anal, erotica, Threesome, Tied Up, Voyeur | , , , , , , , , , | 12 Comments

Playing with Fire – Part I

Photography by Danniel Oickle

I have been called many things in life. Femme Fatal, Amazon, Package Deal, Nymphomaniac, Sex Goddess, Triple Threat… to mention just a few. All of them I take with a grain of salt or even wear the badge with pride. I am not ashamed of who I am, nor do I hide my voracious appetite. Even being called a “bitch with attitude” doesn’t bother me. After all, it can be true.

I love the curves of my body. I was once told I was like a white girl with a black woman’s ass. I have never forgotten that particular calling card. Trust a Cockney bouncer to come up with that one!

I had gone out after a long day and was having fun dancing. I recognize that many people go to clubs to hook up; most bars are meat markets. Not me. I go because I love to dance. I enjoy letting the music move me, love the way it feels like it’s caressing my body… I relish the abandonment, the escape. The energy I get from dancing is astonishing.

I had managed to keep men at bay all night, but walking to the bathroom an idiot grabbed my ass pinching it hard enough to bruise. “Oh how I would like to get into your panties” he garbled … I pulled away and threw over my shoulder some quip remark about one asshole being enough, thank you.

When I returned, I noticed a newcomer; there was something disarmingly honest about his face. A large, easy smile that made my own lips curl upwards. He happily talked to his friends, with the ease of a man sure of who he is and secure in his identity. Oh, yes… now he … he was yummy.

I insinuated myself between him and his buddies, leaning over to place an order with the bartender for a drink I didn’t really want. In the mirror behind all the bottles, I saw him look down at my derriere and give it an appreciative nod. Then, surprisingly, he locked eyes with me in the mirrors reflection – smiling. He knew. He knew I had targeted him and saw through my tactic. Only he was game. It was written all over him.

He leaned in whispering: “Should I be buying you that drink?” I shook my head no, took my beverage, downed it, walked three steps away, and put out my hand in a “come hither” gesture. His friends shouted a “no!” telling him that he’d be crazy to go. “She‘s hot man – women like that are bitches“. It was the only push he needed. Oh yes, I liked him more and more.

He followed me to the dance floor, where we let our bodies ride the musical waves together. He had rhythm, and knew how to move. Promising indeed. My arms languidly dropped around his shoulders and I could feel the heat rising between us. We kissed passionately, each comfortable in our own cockiness. Both aware of our charms and power over the other in that moment. Things were going to happen. We both knew it and both of us wanted it. We were playing with fire.

One friend of his in particular was irate. Feeling left out he kept trying to cut in or discourage the attraction. But we laughed it off. The more he and others disapproved, the more we enjoyed each other’s presence. Apparently neither one of us had quite outgrown our inner teenage rebel.

I needed some air and walked away – certain he would follow. He did not disappoint. I walked out of the club and he sauntered up next to me. We enjoyed the play of electricity between us as we walked up the street in silence to the outskirts of a park. There we kissed. Our lips brushed, our tongues mingled, and my hand squeezed his cock through his pants. I am strong, and not afraid to show it. He moaned into my mouth, pulled back and just smiled. It was time to take him home…

… Not my home. I took him to a friend’s house for which I have a key and an open invitation to let myself in at all times. A friend with some interesting décor choices.

I have never been a big fan of real, serious S&M. Nevertheless, like anyone that enjoys sexual adventure and collecting sexploits, it is of interest to skim the surface. This was that kind of love shack. I walked into the room, turned the lights on low thanks to a dimmer and asked him to strip. He seemed a little taken aback at the authority in my voice, but obeyed. I could see his eyes following the four walls of the room, his confidence slightly shaken. Not so sure now as he nervously eyed the large cross of steel on the wall with leather cuffs hanging from each extremity – not to mention the abundant collection of whips, knives and other paraphernalia.

I wanted to let him know that this was about mutual pleasure. I kneeled and kissed the length of his stiffening manhood with moist lips until it stood tall and straight before my face. Then flattening my tongue I gave it a broad, slow licking, back up the flared head. Finally, I opened wide and surrounded the pulsating rod with my sucking mouth.

I practically inhaled his cock with complete abandon. All traces of sophistication now gone. I was at present nothing more then a simple woman going insane over a gorgeous penis. Up and down … Up and down. My hands cupped and snuggled into the valley of his ass. He didn’t stand a chance. My index finger probed into his warm crack to find his asshole. Finding the mark, I followed the anal ring around and around. It felt too good for him to do anything but enjoy it. I let my finger dig inside the tight muscle and started exploring.

I sucked hard never breaking my steady rhythm. Finger dipping and twisting driving him crazy. I allowed the thick honey to erupt on my chest but I kept gouging with my index as lurch after involuntary lurch came from his hips. Nothing was coming out now; but to him it felt like it was… long after his climax usually ended. The finger was driving him, causing him to make jerk after jerk. Reading his body language, I knew the moment of pleasure had passed for now.

I slowly eased from the depths of his anus and he whispered, “wow…”.

The trap was set.

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May 11, 2009 Posted by | anal, erotica, Threesome, Tied Up, Voyeur | , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | 20 Comments

Sensual Dream

Someplace in the distance I could hear the thunder of water and, the smell of moss clung to the air like a lovers caress. Proud, white marble columns reached like a supplicants arms towards the heavens as if calling for the Gods to bless this track of land and it’s architecture … make it more … make it sacred ground. Trees, so tall they betrayed their age of thousands of years, shot towards the sun, in hopes of heat on their leafed fingertips. Below, hundreds of animals sheltered in their grace; mammals, insects and the birds … Oh, the birds were the messengers between the skies and the soil, masters of song.

I meandered along a path that seemed swept clean of leaves and debris by an invisible hand. Not sure where it led or why I should follow.  I could feel a pull so strong that I simply could not … would not … resist. The water sounded closer and I picked up my pace. Climbing marble steps two by two when an unexpected vista unfurled beneath my eyes.

An ancient amphitheater created a half dome, sheltering a lagoon that acted as a stage floor. It was surrounded by marble statues and the water was a most startling shade of teal. A thundering waterfall for a majestic backdrop seemed to complete the setting for some imagined, aquatic play .

I was overcome by an impulse to bathe and ran down at a neck-breaking speed; a sense of euphoria overtaking me. I removed my clothing, acutely aware and listening for any sounds that may be human. I could sense eyes on me … hundreds of gazes. I should have been frightened, but, instead, I grew bolder under the assault of invisible voyeurs.

I slipped into the lagoon looking at the stone faces and bodies on its edge. They seemed so real. I almost expected them to move, breath, or blink … but the chiseled stone was cold. The water on the other hand, was warm and soothing; obviously heated by a natural hot spring. A light mist coming off it’s surface carried with it the subtle aroma of lavender. I relaxed, as naked as the day I was born, and swam leisurely, dove and played like a child.

I eventually grew tired and pulled myself out of the natural bath with regret – a sentiment reminiscent of leaving the embrace of a lover too soon. I walked along the periphery, looking at the statues and letting my hand rest, caress, and glide over the smooth marble. They were men and women of such utter perfection, some almost too beautiful to behold. One, in particular, caught my eye and had me mesmerized, transfixed, and enthralled.

A kind face and an out of place feral smile stared with dead eyes, arms stretching out to me as if welcoming me back. Perfect shoulders, chest … and as I walked around … back, ass, and strong yet slender legs, made for a pleasing composition. Whoever had made these was a genius. The most surprising attribute was his penis. Ancient art usually portrays this particular body part at rest and flaccid. This one, however, seemed awake, ready and warm. I kneeled…curious to get a closer look.

It was perfect in every detail. The tiny veins, the skin and subtle change of hue in it’s coloring. I giggled at the thought of kissing it… and glancing over my shoulder to ensure I was still alone… did. Something in the air shifted. A warm breeze blew up and against my back, around my shoulders and chest, down to my navel and between my thighs. I was abruptly hot, and sexually awake and ready. Something had most definitely come over me.

Without thought, holding onto the outstretched arms, I lifted and impaled myself on the member wrapping my legs around the statue’s waste. The cold and very hard intruder stabbed me inside like an arrow, producing both pain and an unexplainable pleasure. I was so transported by the rush of overwhelming pleasure that I did not notice, or care, that the cold, stone arms now warmly held me tight.

Lips of flesh found mine, a breath of freedom whispered into my ear, the rhythm uniting me with this alien lover so intense it was no longer of my own making. I opened my eyes and dark, black pupils stared back, a sly smile curving the corner of a voluptuous mouth. Surprise quickly faded as an orgasm coursed like a raging river through my body.

Lowering to the ground I felt soft kisses caress my heaving chest, then a hand glided up my thigh and a finger caressed my clit gently. I gave into the pressure and the pleasure, forgetting the odd situation I was in and the non human partner I was with. I felt invaded by another set of hands and lips … and then another and another. But when I opened my eyes there was only the one devotee. The feelings that came over me were more than merely physical, chemical reactions.  It was as if light had fused with my blood and now coursed though my veins.

I felt my body being lifted as if hovering off of the ground, a member entered me once again, piercing like an shaft of bliss … almost painful it was such ecstasy. Something pressed against my lips … I opened my mouth and it was conquered … and then the last opening of my body was filled and the ecstasy was so intense I felt a silent scream rip through me.

Slow movements became harder, hands gliding over my skin on the edge between pain and pleasure. The triple thrusts became more urgent, hands holding head, hip and ass firmly. Faster and faster, and more exquisite, were the sensations until a force akin to a tropical hurricane ripped through and across my body… in places I didn’t know could feel such superb euphoria. I heard a moan like music on the wind ….

My body collapsed at the foot of the statue wrapped in a blanket of erotic rapture. I looked up at the fine figure of stone and my eyes saw that the member once proud and erect was now at rest.  And all I had … was the memory of the senses.

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April 27, 2009 Posted by | anal, erotica, Not the bedroom, Outdoors, romance, Sensual, Uncategorized, Voyeur | , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | 18 Comments

Watching, Stalking … Part II

He was naked in the parking lot. What an utterly insane thing to do.
His penis was beautiful. Straight and firm. And hard – oh so hard.
My mind ran a thousand miles an hour.
its ok
its late
I am a powerful women who takes risks.
I looked at the camera … I knew Tim was watching. Probably trying to decide on what to do, I wondered briefly if there was anything in the security manual on what to do for this particular scenario. I looked straight at the camera and smiled. I put my hand up and mimed “don’t you dare interrupt” Let Tim watch. He had always wanted to see more of me … well, tonight might be your lucky night my friend. Whatever the consequences

The electricity was focused in my stomach. The situation unnerving yet thrilling; I felt the familiar rush, and the floodgates opened. I was wet. It had been too long since I had been fucked. Really and truly fucked. I realized suddenly how tired I was of my vibrator, and how useless the new boyfriend was. Where was the high? I craved this! I loved this.

I heard him mumble an apology. He was being forward and it was not in his nature. Although something was driving him to this, his usual self was there, underneath the surface. He grabbed me, almost lifting me off my feet and turned me around, up against the hood of my car. Pulled up my skirt and ripped through my nylons and panties. He lowered himself behind me, hands caressing the side of my thighs on his way down and nestled his face in my ass and crotch. He took a deep breath my sweet scent filling his lungs. It was like a drug and he was hooked. His tongue came out and gently, with a little hesitation, he let the tip caress the outer lips, the crevice between them and my thighs … careful to avoid contact with my now bulging clit. His hand adjusted my knees and I gave him full access and arched my back. My nipples errect from the cold metal below me.

I felt a warm hard presence hovering just above my clit. His tongue was there, so close I could feel his breath. It darted out, fast like a snake attacking it’s pray and gone again. Leaving me aching for more. Then it happened again, against my anus. Back and forth between the two the vicious attacks continued. Leaving both wanting more, needing … begging. I moaned loudly.

My own juices were now flowing so freely that a slick trail was forming down my thighs. He saw this as an opportunity and gave me one finger then two. His thumb was on my clit. A little sting, and a nibble on my ass cheek later and I felt his finger going in, spreading the lips of my cunt. They were unashamedly screaming in welcome, hot and slick. His tongue continued it’s attack on my anus. I felt the pleasure spread from my stomach down to my pussy and up my back. I was close to orgasm. His thumb was applying just the right pressure to my clit … and

… I came like a wild Cherokee, looking at the camera, knowing that Tim was there. Watching.

As I collapsed panting a little over the hood, my “lover” stood up and opened the car door. He took my hand and made me sit sideways, with my legs out of the car, his still hard cock right in front of my face. Grabbing my head softly, he sent his prick into my mouth and down my throat. I couldn’t take it all in and resisted. He stopped the pressure but left it in, I started to gag and he slowly turned my head, I got some air and he did it again. I took it further and he repeated this over and over
over and over
over and over again.
My pussy was on fire. How did this gentle soul (granted a little disturbed), come to be this way and want to do this to me. My fingers slid to my pussy. I could take this no longer; my own release becoming an obsession.

It went on for so long I forgot who that cock belonged to. I looked up again and saw him standing there. A smile of bliss on his face, strong arms bulging as he flexed to hold himself up and my head prisoner. I pulled back now. My throat was getting sore and this wasn’t what I had in mind. I’d let him have his fun – now it’s was my turn. I pushed him back and stood. Put my arms around his neck and tried to get my legs around his waist. He was strong enough to pull this off. He adjusted, leaned back and fell against the chain link fence. His back now braced and holding more of the weight.

I kicked off my high heels, not worrying about the torn stockings and panties, and put my feet in the fence and trapped that cock. I felt him guiding it to my pussy. It was so wet that the first few tries failed. We both were fighting to get it in, and he finally broke past the beautiful lower lips and then with a lift of my own ass he entered, forcing his penis in to the hilt. Oh the bliss. It felt tight from this angle. He felt bigger somehow. Or I was tighter. His teeth bit a nipple a little harder then he planned and I let out a yelp.

In time we found a comfortable rhythm, my pussy was tingling, as it rode the waves of fire. I felt his body harden and tense and he exploded, releasing all his seed inside. I lost control at the feeling of the hot jet hitting the internal walls, my whole body felt like it was going to ignite as he whispered in my ear, that I was the single most beautiful women in the history of the world and that he loved me.

I came. Hard. Tears streaming down my cheeks at the sweet release.

We fell to the cold concrete floor. I relaxed and notice that he was filling me up more. In the previous position, he had not gotten it all in, it had just felt like it. We now rocked, slow, not so intense, something else between us then the pure animal lust of moments ago. His finger was in my ass now. A nipple in his mouth. It was not about the pursuit of orgasm, it was just the pleasure of being intimate. I was in heaven. A gentle wave of heat took over and a small calm orgasm flooded my body. He didn’t want to come again. I took his now, slowly becoming limp, penis between my lips and licked him clean. He let out a long relaxed breath.

The moment had passed and I stood and took off my nylons and ripped panties and gave it to him as a souvenir. Leaving him there, naked. I got in my car, opened the window, and with my legs parted and pussy glistening I smiled. “Nice bumping into you again”. I backed out, and drove away. Not moving just yet, he watched me leave. Not sure if this was infatuation or in fact love but knowing – he would be watching.

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April 4, 2009 Posted by | erotica, Not the bedroom, Outdoors, Sensual, Uncategorized, Voyeur | , , | 9 Comments

Watching, Stalking …

Facebook. That silly yet addictive forum had proven to be a great way to reconnect with many people, not true friends of course, those had stayed the course and remained in my life. Still it was good to know how everyone was doing. One particular acquaintance from college had started our exchange with the usual: How are you? Where are you? What are you doing these days … But that soon evolved and a new vibe sprung up between us. One that I wasn’t sure I liked … or disliked. He was nice enough, if a little needy, and more than a little geeky. He hadn’t really changed since I had last seen him.

But why stop? For some strange reason I wouldn‘t. Perhaps my ego enjoyed the rush of hearing how beautiful, sensual and sexy I was. What woman doesn’t like to hear those things? It was safe; after all he was far away, on another continent. But then, the dynamics altered. He moved. Close to home … close to my home. Close to my work. He started e-mailing, calling. I ignored him. The more I disconnected myself from him the more he obsessed. I told him he had crossed a line and to stop or I would be forced to call the authorities.

Shortly after that last message I started feeling like I was being watched. I would spot him at any place I frequented often. Yet he’d never come up and actually greet me. Odd seeing as he had been so clingy. Maybe my new boyfriend intimidated him? I didn’t really mind. He was harmless enough. And for now, not disrupting my life beyond having the constant feeling of being undressed in public.

In a way I felt irresistible. I could sense him watching me.
My walk,
My eyes,
My smile,
The lift of my ass,
The slope of my tits,
Every curve,
Knowing that the sight of me was sending shivers through his body, was a high for me. To have that effect on the poor fellow. I felt like the ideal woman – his ideal woman. I started dressing in a way that would provoke. Still classy but just that little bit more erotic. With time we developed a codependent attachment. From afar and beyond his reach … I was his Queen – assured, daring and self confident to his shy awkwardness.

One day after work I spotted him. A little more out in the open than usual. He had broken “protocol” and waved nervously. I was too busy to do anything about it, rushed between a myriad of activities, and in my usual flurry. I waved back and left in my car. As I drove by I saw some hurt reflected in his eyes. I felt a certain rush from that – and also some remorse. But I didn’t have time for him and left him there looking stranded. Dreams seemingly dashed.

A fortnight later, I was leaving the office after a long and grueling day. It was late and the overtime was starting to get to me. I was alone in the parking lot, but feeling safe with all the camera’s. Security was tight. I waved to Tim, the evening security man, via the camera above my head in the parking lot and wiggled my ass at him. In my minds eye I could see his handsome face light up and virtually hear his laugh. He had such a lovely laugh. No wonder all the women in the office loved the man. He married that sexy yet fatherly aura perfectly. I blew him a kiss and continued on my way.

The fire door I walked through every night, usually slammed shut with an unnerving slam. But tonight it remained quiet. I stopped and turned, thinking to myself: “what a relief; maintenance must have finally done something about that”, only to see him standing there; holding the door ajar. Cute, nerdy and so nervous he was trembling. He had flowers in one hand, more than a little wilted. He must have been waiting for hours. I couldn’t help but take pity on the man. What courage this must have taken to actually approach me, to come out of the shadows. Especially after last weeks blow off and my threats from before.

My stalker looked up and down, took a deep breath, squared his shoulders, his shaking stopped and … something happened. His posture shifted and his gaze focused – he now had a sense of purpose. His eyes turned from sad and pathetic to determined and strong. It was a metamorphosis that strangely intrigued me. Should I fear him now?

He tossed the flowers at my feet and without any warning started to strip all the while holding my gaze. My jaw dropped. I tried not to stare at the surprisingly hard and strong body being revealed to me, layer by layer. My mind registered that he was speaking in soft poetic tones. I heard only snippets, with all the distraction before me, as he slowly disrobed. I heard that I was the most beautiful of all of Gods creatures – I giggled internally – so corny yet… still effective. And then, stark naked in front of me he said it.
He must have me.
Right here,
Right now,
His erection speaking for him more than any words could.

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April 4, 2009 Posted by | erotica, Outdoors, Sensual, Uncategorized, Voyeur | , , , | Leave a comment

Island Time

no not me!It’s a nice resort with all the trimmings. A swim up bar, multiple pool areas as well as restaurants. There are plenty of places to lounge in the shade or sun depending on our mood. We are taking it easy – total relaxation. Snoozing and resting, recharging our batteries from long work days and a long winter. We are escaping from the real world.

After a day of snorkeling, diving and sunbathing you come to get me at the pool. You see me pulling myself out of the water by the steps. You smile enjoying the way the evening sun plays on the water like dew on my skin. Bikinis. There simply isn’t a more beautiful thing then a firm, tanned, elegant woman in a bikini. You could sit and stare for hours, but it’s almost time for dinner and I need to retire to our room to shower. You follow me back saying you need to close your eyes for a few moments – you’ve already cleaned up having quit the pool a little earlier.

Stepping into our room, I give you a quick kiss and proceed. You watch my every move. Your eyes like slaves follow everywhere I go. I undress slowly; I am after all on “island time” and in no hurry. You watch me through the open door as I unwrap the sarong slowly from around my hips; you take a moment to appreciate the hip-to-waist ratio… the sarong drops to the floor. I reach back and move my long damp hair over my shoulder and undo the knot of my bikini top. My back is now bare as I pull the top off over my head – revealing a new tan line as it too falls to the ground.

Walking to the shower to turn the water on – you know I hate to step into a cold shower… you see me – almost naked. You like that… The “almost” it’s tantalizing … your mind rushing to complete the image in your head. I pull the shower curtain and start the final reveal. Slowly, with a finger tucked into each side I wiggle my ass free of the wet bikini bottom. The image of my white ass compared to the rest of my tanned body is amazing. The tan is all the more obvious now that the untouched skin is showing; that virgin skin, is white like ivory, next to the caramel of the rest of me. It highlights my ample, firm ass.

I turn to go close the door and see you there – sitting on the edge of the bed. Staring at me, as if witnessing me like this for the first time. I am pleased to see that I have this effect on you. There you are, mouth slightly open, an obvious erection making you a little uncomfortable. I smile at you … you smile back… but you remain seated. You want to enjoy this. I walk to my shower, swaying my hips in a tease … leaving the door open happy to oblige.

The shower curtain is beautiful fine cotton with a clear liner. It keeps the water in the tub, but affords little privacy. You can see my silhouette, my shadow under the shower. You can see me reaching first for the shampoo, washing my hair, rising it out … then reaching for the conditioner, combing it into my hair, then rinsing it out – every time I rinse my hair, my arms go over my head my back arches and my breasts lift.

I turn the water off and you can’t sit still any longer. You walk up and pull the shower curtain away. You wrap me in a big towel and hoist me out of the tub. Weighing nothing in your arms you carry me to the chair near the open doors of the balcony. The white curtain is billowing in the sea breeze; you seat me and the towel drops away creating a white background to frame me in the chair. I recline in the chair, looking up at you. Your handsome face is filled with desire and I arch my back a little affording you a better view of my breasts and highlighting my waist to full advantage. I raise my legs up, ankles touching, then spreading them apart slowly I place my feet on the padded arm rests.

I extend a hand and do a “come here” movement with my finger. You lean in, bending slowly to kiss me, you let your hand gently glide along my collar bone, down between my breasts and circle my navel. You kneel in front of me, between my outstretched legs and your hands glide bellow my ass and you cup them as you pull me a little closer to you. I can feel your hot member pleading for release behind your pants – your clothed crotch against my very naked one. We stare at each other for a moment…. then you bend and start a trail of kisses slowly letting your lips slide soft and slow along the same path your fingers had followed moments before. This time, however, you do not stop and your lips follow through where your fingers had not.

I feel the heat of your mouth first – a nice contrast to the cool air. At first you just let the tip of your tongue slide between the folds. Teasing, barely touching… you hear me gasp a little. You then let your tongue take a wide sweep, hot and wet you let the tip of your tongue flick my clit. You start over, again and again and I relax fully into the chair. Then you stop … I look down questioning and you look up – a grin on your face and get up. I watch you walk away in dismay, one leg coming down from its perch…. then the other. You open a drawer and pull out a package. You hand it to me. I open the package slowly to find inside a beautiful dress. You get up, walk to the door and tell me you’ll meet me at the bar. A little confused, teased and horny as hell – but pleased with my gift – I get ready. This should be an interesting night!

You see me make my entrance into the bar. You’re happy the dress fits like a glove – you knew it would. You know ever curve of my body and when you had seen the dress in the window of my favorite store you had known it would flow like liquid mercury against my form. You watch me walk towards you and find yourself sighing. It’s actually better then you thought. Every man in the room is looking at me, wanting me and…. I am only looking at you. I hug you, lean in and kiss you and whisper “I love it …. I’ll have to pay you back for this somehow …” You kiss me and you can see that my cheeks are still flush from earlier. I have kept my make-up simple; my hair is still a little damp and hanging freely in long ringlets. I order my drink and I sit on the bar stool. You turn the stool so that my legs are now between yours. The hand that is facing the room is demure and sits on my thigh … the other … hidden by the bar slides bellow the silk for a moment.

We have our drink and then dinner in happy conversation laden with innuendo and teasing. We then leave the restaurant and go for a walk along the beach. The night is warm, a gentle breeze in the air keeping us from getting too hot. We hold hands … or your arm encircles my waist. We kiss … but you hold back… letting the tension mount between us in a slow and steady pace.
We walk back towards the hotel and take a little detour to a more secluded area where during the day we had lounged in the sun in relative peace. The moon is bright, an occasional light illuminates the path but a sense of privacy remains. We can see some of the cabanas and hear an occasional giggle. We aren’t alone. We see them – a young couple in the throws of passion. I go to leave and you stop me. Pulling me to stand in front of you, wrapping me in your arms we watch. It’s not the soft love making of a couple, nor the intense passion we often feel – it’s raw, it’s pure animal desire. It has its own beauty in its hurried and rough manner.

We watch the young couple, obviously more then a little drunk, and after a few moments of sucking hard on her huge breasts, we see the young man’s strong body pin her to a lounger and his hand reaches for his member. Without ceremony or foreplay he whips it out and plunges it into her, she yelps and sighs and they literally grunt in the heat of the moment. I feel your hand slide up my dress and make its way to my clit. I’m so wet that you can hardly get traction. So you allow my silk panties to remain between your finger and my clit, soaking up the wetness now flowing between my thighs. My knees are getting weak as I feel my own needs overtake any sense of decorum. I want you – I want you now.

I grab your hand and pull you to another empty cabana nearby. We walk in – it’s dark but for the stream of moonlight between the curtains. The lounger is a nice large two person day bed. Perfect.

I push you on the bed, and you fall ungracefully trying to drag me with you, but I wiggle free. You have been torturing me all evening trying to make it last, to enjoy and savor the feelings of arousal. In that spirit, I postpone my own desperate need for immediate satisfaction. I lie next to you, and unzip your pants. Your member springs out like a savage beast released at last. I can see it in the moonlight. I pull my hair away from my face, open my wet lips and place a kiss directly on the tip. I take your member in one hand and gently run my wet, hot tongue along the length of the pole. My tongue does not stop at the base, but continues downwards to wash across your balls, swirl them in moisture, and then climb back up the shaft.

You close your eyes… it feels good. You can feel my tongue lap across the tip before I slowly suck your member inside my mouth. My hair rolls from shoulder to shoulder and my breasts have escaped from the low cut cleavage of the new dress. I pull my mouth free and blow a cold shaft of air along the length. With determined movement you roll from underneath me and stand beside the lounger. I look up at you as you reach down and caress my breasts with your hand. I smile with excitement. You caress them until the nipples become hard, tight, and erect. You find the tie at the back of my neck and undo the halter top of the dress; it falls into a puddle of silk at my waist. In the moonlight you can see my upper body exposed fully to you now. You tug gently at the dress and it now falls to the ground – forgotten. Your hands travel across my flat, quivering stomach until you find the satin panties. With no hesitation you grab the briefs with both hands and rip them from the waist band to the left leg hole. My mouth opens, in wonder … and caught of guard.

You send your hand into the hot, wet folds pushing my legs apart. I open them wide, spreading them as far as they will go, lifting the dripping folds to meet your hand. I am unbelievably wet. You sink a finger into the red, juicy, lubricated lips. I twist, lift and groan. You enter a second finger, as you lean in to suck on the pulsing clit. You can feel the walls clasp at your fingers every time you let your tongue flick against my hard swollen pearl.

I am now pleading for you to fill me. And it’s finally time. You are up, hard and ready and done playing the game. You kneel between my open legs; wash the head of your member back and forth across the slickness of my cunt in one final tease. You lunge; drive deeply into the gripping, straining wetness. The walls clasped tightly at your member and respond with a constant tremble of joy.

Together we start with a slow, methodical rhythm and build gradually to a faster and faster pace. With a well timed lift and fall, and several deep, long thrusts I start to tremble and rock with abandon below you. My face is red, my nipples peaked, and my legs fall aside as a swelling climax hits me. Moments later your back arches, as you thrust one last time almost violently inside … you feel the juices rising, you feel the electrical charge, and you explode at last.

A few moments pass and you pull up your boxers and pants…. lean over and pick up my dress and drape it over my body like a blanket. You lie down next to me and let your fingers explore exposed skin as I doze in the happy effects of an after glow. We are in to hurry … we are after all on” Island time”.

© Fantasia Lillith and Pillow Talk, 2009. Unauthorized use and/or
duplication of this material without express and written permission
from this blog’s author and/or owner is strictly prohibited. Excerpts
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March 15, 2009 Posted by | Not the bedroom, Outdoors, Voyeur | , , , , | 7 Comments