Distracting You from the TV

You were in the living room watching your favorite crime show, eyes glued to the screen as you got lost in the plot.  I should know better than to want your attention at this time of night, but how could I not want your attention all the time?

Seeing how you were on the edge of the couch, it didn’t take much for me to walk over the back and slide in behind you.  Before you realized what was happening, you were sitting between my spread legs, my hands on your shoulder.  Leaning forward I kissed the side of your neck. “Just watch your show.”

You let out a little laugh, and I’m pretty sure it was because I implied that even this would be enough to distract you from the TV set.  Nope, the attraction you felt to it was too strong, and besides, I was around whenever you needed me, your favorite show was only on for one hour each week.

Interviews and Excitement

Today I wanted to thank Jenna Fox for sitting down with me and asking me a few questions about myself and what I've been up to lately.  It's a great post on her blog and you can read the interview here.  Make sure you stop on by and comment.

A Photo is Worth Thousands of Words Part 5

This is part five of our continuing adventures.  If you'd like to start at the beginning, check out part one HERE, part two HERE, part three HERE, and part four HERE.

I am straddling you, my cock buried between your breasts, your tongue licking at my cock head.  I am leaning against the headboard, holding on tightly while I try to keep control of my body.  I ease myself backwards until my weight is over my knees.  You have this look of pure lust on your face and I find it quite intoxicating.

My legs slip against your silky thighs while I move backwards.  When my knees make it past your hips, I move one leg at a time until I’m on my knees between your legs.  I can smell your arousal, potent and alluring, as your legs widen for me.

You shoot me a sultry look and lick your lips.  The hunger on your face is plain for me to see, but I’m enjoying making you squirm.

Christmas Wishes

All I want for Christmas is to wake up next to your shining face.  I want to see your bright eyes sparkle in the morning light as a smile slips across your face.   I want see your arms out from under the covers as you stretch, pushing your amazing curves against the sheets.

All I want for Christmas is give you the attention and devotion that you deserve.  You are always my angel who’s come down from heaven, and on Christmas, you should be given special attention.  Your heavenly body deserves to be taken care of, lying you down, massaging your back, your arms your legs, your ass, flipping you over and continuing my admiration of your figure, perfect for me.

All I want for Christmas is for you to trust me.  I would take a blindfold and carefully tie it around your head, making sure that no light worked its way through.  I want to take your wrists and ankles and bind them to the bedposts making you my puppet.  I want use you for my pleasure, making sure you come along with me.

All I want for Christmas is you.

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A Photo is Worth Thousands of Words Part 4

This is part four of our continuing adventures.  If you'd like to start at the beginning, check out part one HERE, part two HERE, and part three HERE.

We lay there entwined on the bed, as my heart rate returned to normal.  As I come down from the natural high you give me, you put your leg over mine.  The heat from your pussy radiates against my outer thigh, reminding me how horny you still are.

As great as it is to have your body against mine, I need to heed nature’s call.  Reluctantly, I shift in the bed and you disengage your body from mine.  I roll out off the mattress and make the trek to the bathroom.

Each step takes me away and my desire to be with you is in direct conflict with my needs.  I move as quickly as I can to get to my destination as fast as possible.  I pee, wash my hands and dry them quickly on the hand towel.  As I open the door, my fingers slip on the handle, my hands still slightly damp.  I have decided to head back to bed rather than completely dry my hands.

Rounding the corner I see you lying on the bed, legs spread wide.  As I approach you, I can hear the sloppy wet noise of you masturbating along with the background hum of your quiet moans.  Knowing that you could not wait for my quick trip makes my heart pump fast and my desire for you to grows.

I stand at the foot of the bed and watch the erotic show that you are performing for my benefit.  My gaze travels the length of your body; I take in every nuance of your amazingly sexy body.  While you continue to play, I can see you are getting more and more into it.  When I reach your face, you are staring intently at me, your eyes bright and filled with lust, and your lips are forming the biggest smile I have ever seen.

A Photo is Worth Thousands of Words Part 3

This is part three of our continuing adventures.  If you'd like to start at the beginning, check out part one HERE and part two HERE

You lie there with your eyes closed as your breathing returns to normal.  You are tired, drained, yet eager to see how much further I will push your body.  Your eyes open and a smile spreads over your lips, and I take that to indicate that you are ready for more.

Lazily you roll over, your arm drapes around me, and your breast pressed against my chest.  I am so aroused by you that my skin responds to every movement.  I am craving your touch in the same way a man who just emerged from the desert craves water.  I stroke your head lovingly, knowing full well that you are more than capable at quenching my desires.

You drag your hand lightly along my skin and even this innocent touch is too much for me.  I squirm and as I do I press into your incredible body, only heightening my arousal.  My cock throbs visibly, but you are having too much fun teasing me to focus your attentions there yet.

Tied & Humiliated: A Fantasy

You stand there completely nude, your mind is focused on how naked you are, how exposed.  You feel your heart beat in your chest as I observe you.  Your whole body language screams to the world that you are ashamed of physical presence.  You lean head down and stare at the floor.  It is as if you thought that by not maintaining eye contact you would disappear.  Instead it makes me angry.

You are aware of how I am circling your body, staring at your breasts, your ass, your stomach, your thighs.  I can see on your face you are imagining me judging your body.  There are tears forming in your eyes as you mentally break under my gaze. 

I walk behind you and you anticipate my return to your peripheral vision.  Instead of continuing, I surprise you, spanking your ass hard, making you lift your head up quickly, a startled scream escaping from your lips.  My hand comes down harder the second time as I spank you again on the other cheek, making you jump as you try not to yelp in pain.  When my hand connects with your ass cheek a third time I am focused on your body.  I watch as your body jiggles, your breasts heave, your ass vibrates as it reddens.

You look fantastic.

Sub-Servant

I had been driving for a while now, the sun had previously set hours earlier, but I had yet to get to my destination.  Florida was such a long state and no matter how long I was driving for, I didn’t feel like I was making any headway.  Worse than that, my tummy was beginning to growl and I really needed to eat something great, even late.  Luckily I was about to hit a big college town where there would surely be something that would fit the bill.

As I drove into town I decided to pass the first few spots because either I wasn’t lovin’ it, or I wanted to go where taste really ruled.  Finally I saw the bright yellow sign that was my hero and pulled into the parking lot.  I opened the door, avoided the puddle of spilled soda and the wrappers drifting in the light breeze, and I headed to the door.

As I walked in, it immediately struck me that the place was empty, except for the college student behind the counter.  Ignoring her, I walked towards the bathroom and opened the door.  I needed a pit stop almost as much as I needed some nourishment and standing in front of the urinal I felt the relaxation only a good wiz can provide.  I did my business, washed my hands and then headed back out into the dining room.

As I emerged into the room, I noticed that the girl from behind the counter was locking the door.  Clearing my throat I said, “Hi, are you closing up?”

Without giving me a glance she said, “Yep, but since you’ve made it in before we locked the doors, you’ll be our last customer.”

“Great!” I said walking towards the counter.  “I’m starving, been driving for hours.”  I raised my eyes to the large lighted panels that they used as a menu.  As I tried to decide on what I wanted, the girl walked around and got in position behind the counter.

“Hi, I’m Ashley and I’ll be your sandwich sculptor today.  How can I help you?”  Despite the late hour she said her line with exuberance.

I continued to stare at the menu while I said, “I’ll get the Melt.”

“Yum!  The melt is one of my favs!  I like it nice and gooey, do you?”

I wasn’t really paying attention to her as she spoke and just said, “Yeah.”  Pausing a moment, my eyes moved over to the roll choices.  “I’ll get that on the six inch wheat.”

Ashley turned around and pulled a tray off the rack.  “At this late hour, I’m gonna make your six inch a footlong.”

Experiencing a Perfect Reality

Leica’s heart pounded in her chest as she sat there waiting.  She was being a good girl, sitting on her knees, wearing some skimpy black lingerie.  She always felt sexy in the outfit.  Between the shiny vinyl on the cups and sheer material making up the body of the garment, it showed off so much, and yet hid just enough.  Of course, she also was wearing the matching black g-string.  Leica was a good girl, and after a week of planning, she was eagerly awaiting her treat.

She was so horny, sitting there, waiting, that she became hyper-aware of everything in the room.  The light was dim yet it was bright enough to see.  The floor and walls were concrete and above her head were rusty supports with water dripping off them.  She could hear the soft dripping of water echo through the space while she waited.  She couldn't help but commend them for picking such an unlikely location for their tryst.

She was also aware of her body like she had never been aware of it before.  Her heart pumped wildly in her chest.  Her nipples were hard and trying to poke through the vinyl material.  Her breasts felt heavy as they hung down, unsupported.  Her knees ached on the hard surface of the floor and her pussy was flooded with anticipation of what was in store.

She wanted to jump up, to run around and get rid of her nervous energy, but Leica was not allowed to.  So she continued being obedient like a good girl should be and sat there quietly.

Finally, when she couldn't handle it anymore she heard a voice from behind her.  “Don’t you move, do you understand?”

Her mouth was dry so she swallowed before she said, “Yes.” Leica’s voice sounded small in the cavernous space.

Shy First Timer

Hubby is in the next room, working on something important.  Well important to him at least.  You are never sure if he is keeping up with his TV shows or if he is playing a video game instead.  Either way the repetitive noise of machine gun fire punctuated by an explosion seems to bleed through the walls as though they are nothing but cheesecloth.  It is going to be another one of those nights.

You look at yourself in the mirror and admire the view within.  You are quite beautiful, maybe not as young as you once were, but the years only seem to add to you allure.  Your hand moves to your cheek and down your neck, and you feel a shiver of pleasure travel throughout your body.  Tired of being alone you grab your tablet and head into bed to curl up with a good book.

As you settle in between the sheets, you look through the erotica on your device.  You have read everything already and are disappointed.  Tonight you are in the mood for something new.  You head to a website with free stories and start poking around there, looking for just the right story to help you find your relief.

In a few minutes, you have five tabs open with different stories ready for your enjoyment.  You are about to settle in and read, when your finger hits the forum tab.  Before you know it the page is loaded up and your eyes settle on the “Amateur Pic Feedback” section.  Like a moth to the flame, your finger hovers over the link and you find yourself waiting for the new page to load.

Story Snippet: Sin City Stripping

This is the story of Jessie, a housewife who decides to give Ryan, her husband, a birthday he will never forget.  She sends him and his two friends down to Vegas to have a good time.  Little does he know that Jessie and her two best friends are also in town.  And they have decided to be his entertainment for the night.  So meek Jessie and her two friends start dancing for the guys...

“You guys know what the rules are.  You can enjoy everything you see and we can touch you as much as we’re willing to.  However, you better keep your hands to yourselves or else we’ll cut this show short and take off, do you understand?”  Nicole stops fooling with the switches now that the lights are sufficiently dimmed and the boys are just staring at Nicole’s leather wrapped curves.

Not receiving an answer, Nicole stamps down with her boot and says loudly, “Do you understand the rules or do we have to stop before this starts?”

Ryan is the first to speak up.  “We understand, Nicole.”  This is followed by acknowledgements from the other two as well.

“Good.”  Nicole says.  “And Ryan, you know that even goes for this innocent one here, right?”  She nods in your general direction and Ryan grunts an affirmative.  “Ok, then.  You boys know the rules, now why don’t you turn those chairs around, sit back, and enjoy the show.”  Nicole turns around and then looks over her shoulder and adds, “Oh, and don’t forget to have fun!”

Backstage Pass Pt. 2

Then, like in a dream you’ve had so many times before, Alex leans down and kisses you softly. He’s like a flame, melting away your insecurities and you feel yourself melt. You mouth opens and you feel his tongue slide against your open lips. You hands go to his chest and you feel his strong muscles move as his arms wrap around your body.

                                                                                  

When the kiss stops, you’re a little out of breath and your whole body is humming with energy. You expect Alex to pull away completely, but he hasn’t. Instead his lips are hovering just above your cheek, so close you’re not quite sure if he’s touch you are not. You skin is so alive, so sensitive, it’s hard for you to tell.

His lazy movements are driving you crazy. You want him to kiss you, but you can’t seem to find the words. He seems to sense this and you feel his lips travel up your jaw line to your ear. “You are so beautiful, Mandy.”

You can feel his hot breath carry the words directly into your ear and your body shivers in delight. As he leans in and licks your earlobe, you moan, your body unable to hold in your pleasure. He is playing with your earlobe, sucking it into his mouth before nibbling on it. Feeling him play with your ear and ear rings is incredible. You’d be putty to any man doing this to you, having Alex Long do it is mind blowing.

Backstage Pass Pt. 1

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Monday's Tease: The Ravishing

I've said that this was a place for not just finished stories, but also for snippets and teases.  So today I have the first few words of my next story.  It's now available for purchase!  So, I know you're curious... here's a little tease of how I would start ravishing you.

I want you.

It is just that simple.  I want you completely.  Tonight my wants shall be satiated.

When I arrive at your house, you open the door slowly.  You peek around the edge of the door and I look past your glasses and into your eyes while not saying a word.  I don’t need to say anything because my look reveals a deep hunger for you.  You can see your reflection staring back and seeing yourself through my eyes causes your cheeks to become flush.  You place your hand on your cheek to hide it and in doing so you feel the heat against your palm.

I had emailed you earlier in the day to tell you how much I wanted you.  You are under no illusions; we both know that this visit is so that I can ravish you tonight.  In preparation you have decided to wear your sexiest outfit that you own.  So as you open the door fully I am greeted by you wearing a black corset with blue highlights that hugs your body tightly, pushing your ample breasts up and over the top.  My eyes are darting back and forth between your invitingly shy smile and your outfit which highlights your wonderful cleavage.

Writing Porn

Somehow, lying on the bed naked for me, you start to get second thoughts about this whole idea.  It was your idea that you threw out without a second thought.  You loved my stories so much you wanted to be the blank page that I filled with my words.  You wanted a story written just for you, but not only that, you wanted it to be written on your body.

We talked about it and you told me what you wanted.  You even showed me that picture of the sexy woman with well formed text across her whole body.  You said you wanted written on in sharpie and that you were afraid you’d be too ticklish to go through with it.  I had a solution to that as well.

That’s what you’re thinking about as you find yourself about to be tied up, spread eagle, to the bed.  We both know that if you mange to move that would ruin the entire effect we are going for.  So your heart beats as you feel each limb get spread wide, and then bound to a corner of the bed.  Each limb starts as a free object and faster than you anticipate you are completely locked in place.  If I tighten the ropes anymore you would be hovering over the bed.

Coffee, Massage, and You

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Dreaming A Little Dream of You

I woke up today thinking about your pussy.  It was the first thing on my mind, probably because it was the last thing I thought of before I went to sleep.  I want to taste you, to tease you, and of course, to please you.

I wish I was there to take your body and transform it into something that is only sexual.  Thinking of you naked makes my cock so fucking hard, and inspires my imagination.  I want tune your body’s sexual response like a world class musician would tune his/her instrument.  I want to play you until wonderful music escapes from your body.

I think about you there in bed, peaceful and relaxed.  I imagine watching you sleep, breathing gently and not aware of the world around you.  I’m starting to prepare to tease you but doing so quietly so you do not wake up before I’m ready for you to do so.

I attach restraints to the four corners of the bed as quietly as I can.  It takes a lot of effort not to wake you, and I’m constantly checking that the noise and movement isn’t spoiling the surprise.

I expect to wake you immediately upon touching your right hand, but for some reason you do not wake up.  I quickly tie it down to the restraint and then move to the left hand.  As the restraint around your left wrist is locked down, you start to wake up, although you haven’t completely made it to the land of the living.