A Photo is Worth Thousands of Words Part 6

Well, here we are.  If you have been following my blog for the past few weeks you know that I've been working on this six part story.  Today we're finally posting part six.  If you'd like to start at the beginning, which I would recommend, check out part one, part two, part three, part four , and part five.

I look down at you, your ass high in the air, cheeks spread and waiting for me.  It’s an incredible sight and completely arousing.  As much as I want to slide into your hole and make you feel like the dirty girl you long to be, I know that a little more patience will pay off for both of us.

As I lean forward to grab the lube off the nightstand, my sweaty chest presses into your soft ass cheeks.  Your fingers are warmed up by the compression as you continue to hold your ass open for me like a good girl.  I can feel our skin stick together as I pull away from you.

As soon as I am upright, I flip the lid of the bottle open and dribble a thin stream between your ass cheeks.  The cold liquid slowly starts to slide down your crack, however as it warms up, it speeds its decent down to your rosebud.

I slide my finger down your crack while feeling the slick lube coat my fingers.  Tentatively, I slip the fingertip lower until I feel the crinkled skin of your asshole.  Your whole body tenses up as you prepare for my finger to invade your tight hole, but I show the restraint that always drives you wild.  Instead of forcing my way in, I make not only your mind, but your body beg me for the privilege.

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.

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.

A Photo is Worth Thousands of Words Part 1

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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.

Playtime in the Park

Jenny decided she knew what her problem was.  She had too much faith in humanity.  She had no doubt that this was her tragic flaw.  If she had the ability to see where this was going to lead, she would have never started down this path.

Andy looked at Jenny with that mischievous grin of his.  “OK, you want a dare?”  Andy was looking her up and down as she inwardly cringed.  He suggested Truth or Dare and what started out innocent enough turned into something decidedly less innocent.  Jenny was convinced that two adults could easily play a game without resorting to such lows, but apparently she was wrong.  Andy proved that it was impossible.

Andy lifted up his finger and said, “OK, I've got it!  I dare you to put in your butt plug, your bullet vibe and make yourself come in the park across the street.”

Jenny looked out the window at the park.  It was 7:30 on a summer evening, so she knew it would be light, but at the same time, it also meant that there were going to be a bunch of people using the facilities.  “I don’t know…”

“What? Are you chicken?”  Andy said and started to make clucking noises.  Gosh, he really was a two year old sometimes!

“Fine.  I’ll do your dumb task.”  Jenny stood up, almost stamping her foot on the floor in determination.  She headed over to the bedroom and went to her little toy stash.  Andy was hot on her heels.

Lunch Hour Quickie

You are at your desk, about to head to lunch, when your cell phone vibrates.  Your hand leaves the mouse and slips over to the phone.  You flip it over and see that there’s a new text message from me.  “Meet me down stairs in 5 mins.”

As you look up from your phone, you realize immediately that you’re a bit flushed and your blood is pumping.  You hesitate for a moment, trying to find the right words to elicit a similar response in me, but give up.  “Yes, Sir.”

You look at the time as you place the phone back down on the desk.  You finish what you’re working on and save the files.  Then, grabbing your phone you head to the bathroom to freshen up.  You head into the stall and when the door closes you pull down your pants and panties before sitting down.  As you urinate you look down at your black satin panties, a little dark spot soaking the liner.  You finally figure out a nice surprise to give me today.

Punishment for Being Lazy

I look at you shaking my head.  "What a bad girl you are.  You didn't finish your to do list today.  There really is no excuse for that."

You look at me with your blue eyes and give me a sheepish smile.  "Please, let it go just this once."

I frown and say, "No, that would just set a bad precedence.  We wouldn't want that, would we?"

Reluctantly you agree and you become doe eyed, trying to soften me up.  "Well, at least be a bit gentle."

"We shall see." I say not committing to anything.  I sit down on the edge of the bed and you walk over.  "Get yourself ready."

Backstage Pass Pt. 1

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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.

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.