Back Against A Wall

I wasn't sure I'd even remember the password associated with logging in, but apparently I remember more than I think. It has been an incredible amount of time since I've written anything here. Life has kicked it up a notch and some things have simply fallen by the way. There was an experience yesterday that inspired me to get back in touch with the storyteller inside. I was pleased...

He silently watched as she reached across the table to wipe up crumbs. The hem of the oversized shirt she called pajamas came precariously close to exposing the generous curve of her ass. A trace of disappointment came when he spied the edge of her panties. When would she learn that he preferred her panties either folded up in the dresser, discarded in a moment of haste on the bedroom floor, or anywhere but covering her lovely ass from his view?

Moving up behind her, he put his hands under the soft material and reached for her panties. Startled, she straightened. She found herself pressed against the warm front of his body. Relaxing against him, she laughed softly as his hands began to work the panties over her hips and down her thighs.

“I forgot the rule…”

“Daddy doesn’t like for the puss to be covered when there is not a need.”

When the panties fell to her ankles, she kicked them away with her toes. His fingers slid across the lower curve of her belly to rest against the soft, trimmed curls above the apex of her thighs. He was hit with the fresh, damp scent of her. Pulling her hair to the side, his tongue touched her neck and left a damp trail to her lobe.

Lust rose high. He turned her to face him and then walked her purposefully backward until she bumped the wall. Her hands curled around his neck pulling him down to her mouth. As her tongue ran across the seam of his lips, she closed her eyes. His hands were still on her hips and she felt his fingers pressing into her skin as the kiss became deep and wet. Pulling away, he grabbed for the shirt and pulled it up and over her head. She reached for him, but he avoided her hands and held her arms against her body.

“Don’t move.”

She pressed her palms against the wall and obeyed. He sank to his knees in front of her.

“I want to play with you.”

With gentleness, he spread her thighs and stared openly at the swollen folds in front of him. Glancing up, he took in the warm flush of arousal covering her breasts and her already hardening nipples. Her breathing had increased, but he was determined to draw this out for his own amusement.

He used his fingers to spread her slick and swollen lips, opening her up for a more intense, probing touch. Leaning in, he breathed deep. Oh yes, this was a favorite scent of his. With a broad stroke of his tongue he swept down from her clit to the tight hole at the base. A slick, tangy sweet wetness filled his mouth. She gasped.

Two fingers slid against the opening, testing the readiness. With steady pressure, he slid two fingers inside while he used his other thumb to press onto the hardening bud of her clit. Her body shuddered and he felt her knees begin to weaken as she leaned more heavily against the wall.

With his fingers buried knuckle deep inside, he moved his mouth over her clit. At first, he teased with short flicks of his tongue and she groaned, pressing her hips against his mouth. She wanted hard sucking of her clit, but she had forgotten who was in control of this little game.

“Suck…please.”

His teeth bit down on her clit just hard enough to remind her that what she wanted wasn’t as important as what he knew she needed. He began a steady rhythm of pushing, pulling, and curling those two fingers inside of her. His mouth alternated between fast flicks, long pulls, and intense bites against her hooded clit.

She was panting and trembling against the wall. Her hands had moved close to his head, but she hadn’t touched. He could feel the walls of her sex tightening and beginning to clench harder around his fingers. Her orgasm was closing in and he had a strong desire to have his thick cock buried inside her when it did.

He pulled his fingers out and stood. She protested the loss, but he brushed his fingers over her mouth and she immediately sucked them inside. Her tongue curled around his fingers, sliding down between and over the bump of his knuckle. She greedily ate the sticky wetness off his fingers and began a deep, pulling suction on his skin. Her mouth made the promise of pleasure if only he’d give her more flesh.

“Not this time baby. Daddy has other plans for you.”

He pulled her away from the wall and turned her so that she was facing away. He walked her to the edge of the table and bent her down over it. The cold table was pleasure pain against her sensitive nipples. She could feel him spreading the cheeks of her ass. She smiled a knowing womanly smile at the sight that would greet him.

“You’re hot and so slick like you always are for me. You’re ready for Daddy to fuck you, aren’t you, my dirty little whore?”

Pushing her ass more firmly in the air toward him was her only answer. Her pussy was aching and demanding relief. She shifted and let her fingers slide against the swollen lips. Her fingers found her clit and began to rub in hard little circles. He simply watched her for a moment.

With the head of his dick, he nudged her fingers out of the way. He strummed the tip against her clit and rocked into the hooded pleasure point. She shuddered with the need to come. With deliberate movements, he stroked his dick from her clit down to her flooded hole and back up. He repeated the movements several times until she begged.

“Please…”

“Please what?”

“Just…please.”

Slowly, he pushed into her. Her pussy was so wet; he knew she’d be able to take his entire thick rod into her. The tight, wet walls of her puss pulled against his flesh as she stretched easily to accommodate his thick length. He began a steady, fast-paced rhythm that had him pounding her body with his.

She could feel the edge of the table cutting into the soft swell below her belly button, but little did she care. She wanted to feel him losing control against her back. She welcomed the sucking grasp of her body to his every time he pulled away and pushed back in. Straining toward their orgasm, he pushed against her back with his hand and she moaned.

Her orgasm rushed over her body in a wave of sensation. He groaned and she knew his dick was spurting his release against her velvety walls. She lay still as he thrust a last time against her. When he slid from her body, she tightened just a bit. She could feel a drop of his release trickling down over her sensitive lips to her clit. The perfect end to a perfect fuck.

Coming Home

The familiar chirping of my cell phone alerted me to his text.

"U home?"

I couldn't help the smile that curved my lips. I was thinking about a recent text involving his impatience and the desire for a quick screw. The crassness of that conversation was such a turn on and frankly my pussy was beginning to throb. My response was short and sweet.

"Almost...about 10 minutes."

I thought about asking him if he wanted something, but I knew what he wanted so why be coy. Those last few miles home seemed to take much longer than normal. Just as I was digging my keys out of my purse to unlock the door I was reminded of his impatience.

"Now?"

I walked into the living room and kicked the door shut behind me. I dropped most things on the floor, but decided to hang up my keys. I'm pretty good at losing those things so I try to keep them in one spot. Anyway, he wanted me in the bedroom so that was exactly where I headed.

I laid down across the bed and reached for my zipper. I thought he was slightly disappointed to realize I was still dressed instead of immediately stripping in the living room when he said I needed to get naked...now. The best way to get naked fast...have help! I was stripped down to bare skin within seconds.

My fingers immediately went to the wetness pooling between my legs as his tongue slid from my ankle to my calf and up toward the juncture of my thighs. He sure was taking his sweet time now.

My hips arched as his mouth licked my swollen lips in a broad stroke. His teeth came next...pulling open my wet sex...one fleshy fold at a time. I wanted to feel his tongue on my clit. I needed to feel the sucking kisses. Instead he had other ideas. Without much pretext his finger pushed inside me and my pussy clenched hard. His tongue began a quick slide to my ass. So...dirty.

My hands clutched at the sheet and covers on the unmade bed. I wanted to reach for my abandoned clit, but as I started to slide my fingers into my curls his mouth moved back up. He was determined to make the orgasm quick and hard. I wanted to come around his dick.

A quick flip to my stomach and my hips pulled up into the air, he replaced the stroking fingers with his hard, hot fuckable dick. I could only grab hold of the bedding beneath me and hang on. My ass pushed back against each hard thrust. The sound of balls slapping against flesh was such a lovely compliment to the slick sliding sound as he drove us both closer.

We don't last long most times rather choosing to give in to passion, but we especially don't last long in this position. I felt my body start to tighten and the pressure building behind my clit. Trying to slow down the release was pointless.

I gasped and groaned out loud as he said my name and demanded that I take his cum. I wanted to...I wanted every last drop of him inside of me.

"Welcome home baby."

Say My Name

I should start by saying that, at least for me, having him say my name during the act is so freaking hot. No matter where we are in the process, if he growls, moans, gasps my name I am so there...at the brink...ready to fly apart. I can't explain why it turns me on so, but it does. Of course, I don't always return the favor of growling, moaning, gasping his name and perhaps I should. Maybe it has the same effect on him? Either way...he said it this morning and in very quick secession I was thrashing about on the sheets.

Of course the plying of my wet, warm pussy didn't hurt. Neither did the finger inside stroking that sweet little spot that makes it hard to stay still and endure the touch. Or hearing him tell me explicitly what he wanted to make me do in his mouth. Not even the cramp I got from curling my toes into the sheet felt bad.

Ahh, yes...dirty talking and orgasms...the perfect way to start the day!

Wishful Thinking

Stories seem more personal when they are written in first person. When I wrote this I wanted it to feel and be...personal. It is a little on the long side, but I think it is well worth the read.

Just as I pull back the curtain to step under the hot spray, I hear a loud succession of knocks at the front door. Not expecting anyone, but curious all the same who is there, I reach into the shower and turn the knob to stop the flow of water. Grabbing my short, white terry robe to cover my nakedness, I walk to the front door and look out the peep hole.

My breath catches in my throat as I begin to unbolt the door. You aren't supposed to be here...not tonight. Opening the door, I take in the man before me. I can't help but notice the dress slacks and button down shirt. I also make note of the way your hair looks like you've combed restless fingers through it.

“I thought you were busy...” I begin, but the words die on my lips when you brush past me into the apartment. You shut the door and redo the locks.

“I am not in the mood to be gentle.”

The questions will not stop, but I won't allow them to cross my lips. I am too grateful to question the hows and whys of your appearance here tonight. Instead I focus on that untamed look in your eyes. Moving into your arms, I tilt my head back for the kiss. There is no preamble to it as you open your mouth over mine and let your tongue have free reign in my mouth. It stokes against my own and begins the artful dance deep into my mouth and then the retreat so mine can chase and tangle back.

With one hand cupping my head, the other strokes down my back and around to the knot at my waist. With one tug, it releases and the robe opens. When your fingers meet bare skin, you pull back and look down. I am not one to make a habit of sleeping or walking about naked. One dark brow arches.

“I was about to shower.”

With not so gentle hands you take hold of the fabric and begin to push it down my shoulders, stopping when my arms are trapped at my side. You place your fingers at the base of my throat. You feel the muscles move as I swallow. You smile as you move those fingers down. I hold my breath waiting for you touch my heavy breasts or the nipples that have hardened. Instead you trail your fingers between my flesh, down over the gentle swell of my stomach, and into the curls between my legs. Threading your fingers, you tug. At first, I do not move. Unsatisfied, you tug again, with more pressure. Shocked at this new intimate way of being brought to you, I move closer. You step back in the direction of my bedroom and tug again. With every step you take back, I take one step forward until we are standing next to the bed.

Releasing me, you finish removing the robe. My fingers work the buttons down the front of your chest. Stopping when I reach the belt, I tug the fabric up and out of your pants. When the last button comes free, you shrug out of the shirt and let it fall to the floor. Working the belt loose, I pull it from your waist. As I drop it to the floor, you step out of your shoes and toe off your socks. I lean in and press kisses along your jaw. With a stroke of my tongue, I move down the side of your throat to your shoulder. I use my teeth to scrape against your skin. My hands move over your chest and stop when I have covered your flat nipples. I just begin to close my fingertips around the hard nubs when you stop me.

“Finish.”

Reluctantly leaving your nipples, I trail my fingers down your sides until I reach the pants. With a tug and a zip, I push all your remaining clothing down your hips, over your thighs, to your feet. Stepping out, you turn and sit on the edge of my bed. Walking into the space between your thighs, I cradle your head against my breasts. I can feel the pressure of your fingers at my hips. I can feel the deep breath you take and then the gentle kiss you place above my heart. I close my eyes as you sigh against my heated flesh. Looking down at you, I realize any gentleness you brought left on that breath.

Pulling me down to the bed, you cover most of my body with yours. Again our mouths meet and mate. The kisses are possessive and rough. We both know my lips will have that slightly swollen look in the morning, but neither care. Struggling for purchase on the bed, we move to the middle. My back is cushioned by the pillows and covers while I raise my bended knees up around your hips. I can feel the heaviness of your cock against the aching center of my body, but you don't seem in a hurry to ease the ache.

Your mouth moves to my breasts. First, you suck one nipple into your mouth and pull hard. The pleasure seems to run straight from your wet mouth to my wet pussy. One hand curls into your ass, while the other holds your head against me. You continue to suck and lave. Moving to the other, you nip the flesh above the nipple. I moan and arch up into your mouth. Your fingers ply the wet tip you just abandoned, while you feast on the other. My hips rock against your cock and I tighten my knees.

You make a slow trek down my body as I rest my feet against the bed. My hands reach to soothe the breasts you left tender, while I watch your dark head move between my thighs. I wait for the touch of your mouth. Instead I feel your hands stroke my thighs as you slip your arms under my raised knees and you begin to rub along my pubic bone. With warm breaths against my wet flesh, you stroke your thumbs down the lips to message the delicate flesh outside the opening to my body. Stroking back up, you press my wet lips together and expose my hard clit to your gaze. I wiggle in an attempt to bring my body to your mouth, but you seem to want to tease and torture tonight.

“Work your muscles.”

Trusting you know what to do to bring my body unbelievable pleasure, I flex the inner muscles and acutely feel the rolling motion as you pull the lips. You use erotic words to describe what you see; how the wet opening comes together and opens back up, how my clit jumps with the roll, how my scent is driving you mad, how much you want to taste the shiny wetness. I whimper and moan, but still your mouth hasn't lowered. My mind is screaming that I am over exposed to you, but my body can't find the will to do anything but respond to your words and touch.

When I feel the pressure of your fingers leave my skin, I look down and watch as you bring two fingers to my mouth. I open and readily begin to curl my tongue around your fingers. I suck and coat them with my saliva. I know they are going to be sliding inside my body. Again, spread open for your pleasure, you slide your fingers into my pussy. You press down against the tight rings inside and stop at the deepest part of my pussy. Unable to control the tightening, I arch. With one hand touching me inside, you press the other down against the curls at the top of my pussy.

“Please.” I manage to work out into the heat.

“Please what?”

“Please put your mouth on me. Suck.”

With your fingers still working from the inside, you cover my lips and clit with your mouth. Finally, the firm, broad strokes from your tongue and the pressure of your lips brings a small measure of relief. I can feel myself creaming around your fingers and the wetness coating my inner thighs and down to my ass. Your fingers move out to hold me open while you suck and taste me in the most intimate of ways. My hand cups your neck and toys with your hair. I sigh and moan.

You shift your body and I can feel the wetness on your chin and lips as you move up between my legs. I can't help but smile at the mess you've trailed up my body. Bringing your lips to mine, I eagerly taste myself on your lips. I curl my tongue around yours and draw the slick wetness off. With a final kiss to your lips and my hands curled into your shoulders, I begin to nibble and use flat strokes of my tongue to lick the remaining wetness off your chin and down your throat.

“You are a messy eater.” I whisper as I move across your collar bone.

I feel the vibrations in your chest as you growl. I start to shift from under you, clearly wanting my turn to touch and tease, but you stop me by fully lowering your weight to my body. Getting the message, I sigh and relax back. As you ease off my body, I reach between us and use my thumb to stroke the tip of your cock. My wetness is there and also I smear the bead of moisture that has formed across the slit. Experimenting with my grip, I curl my fingers around your hard cock. Pressing my hips down to the bed, I slide the tip of your cock between my lips to brush against my clit.

Taking back control, I feel you nudge the wet and gripping flesh at the opening of my pussy. With one hand braced on the bed by my head, the other lays against my throat. You look at me and watch my eyes closely. Experimenting, you increase the pressure. I lick my lips and moan in the back of my throat as your thumb presses into the soft flesh of my neck and your middle finger meets the hard bone of my jaw. I close my eyes and arch my hips up against your cock. I want you to be inside of me, but you seem content to stay just at the opening of wet heat.

“Say.” You nudge just the tip of your head inside my pussy. My muscles are already working to try and pull you the rest of the way inside.

“My.” With a controlled slide, you ease further into me, but not deep enough.

“Name.” Finally, you are deep and where we both want you to be.

Your name comes out on a moan. I grip you inside with wet, velvety walls. My knees close around your hips and my feet curl against the back of your thighs. My arms pull you down to me.

For a moment, I simply flutter around your cock as you hold still and rest your forehead against mine. Then you begin to move. Setting a rhythm and pace I know well and easily catch. The thrusts are deep and fast. My breasts are pressed against your chest and you feel the movement of each as we rock together. For several moments the only sounds in the room are grunts and moans, breathy pants, and the slick slide of hard flesh into yielding flesh.

Shifting, you press my thighs back and down, fully opening my pussy and ass to your gaze. My breath catches as you press the head of your cock against the tight pucker of my ass. I gasp and can't control the tensing of my body. With a hand around your cock, you nudge the opening, but do not penetrate. The pressure is intense and the pleasure unbelievably raw. My fingers reach down and open my lips as I rub against the hard knot of my clit. As you rock against my ass, you slid two fingers deep inside my puss. Turning them up, you find and stroke the spot inside that makes me buck against your hand.

I want to come, but I desperately want to come around your cock. You seem to know this without me having to vocalize the request as your fingers slide out and you slide your cock inside.

“Hold yourself open.”

I keep my fingertips on the slick flesh. I feel you slide into my pussy and then out to slide through the open lips to tap my clit. Then you slide down and back inside. You continue this tantalizing routine until I can't do anything but feel. My fingers fall away and I reach for you. With your hands pressing my thighs open, you thrust deep. I tighten and let my breathing increase. I feel the familiar coiling deep inside. It feels hot and piercing as I open my thighs wider.

The pace increases and I can't control the hoarse moans that are clawing up my throat. I feel the beads of sweat that drop to my neck as you lean down to me. My fingers curl into your thighs and my body sweetly tightens around your cock as I come hard over you. You hold still and feel the tightness as my walls contract and wetly pull against your cock. With another thrust, you groan into my ear as you come. I savor the jerking movement of your cock as your semen coats my pussy.

Hearing the ragged pants and beginning to feel the moisture behind my knees and across your back, you turn us to our sides to face each other. Your hands finger comb my hair away from my face. Looking into my eyes, you press a kiss to my lips. Tangling my legs with yours, I wrap my arm around your back and stroke. Sighing, I snuggle down against you.

“You mentioned something about a shower...”

“Join me...later.”

Making Fuck

So, I've always wondered...just what is the difference between making love and fucking? I might be totally wrong, but I've always thought making love was slow and tender and well...loving. Fucking always seems to be hard and fast...raw. While I do so enjoy that quick-fire, dirty talkin', let's-get-down-to-business sometimes I crave that slow build and sensual orgasm. I think I want to make love...or make slow...or well make something.

When you pick up a romance novel (okay...they are a guilty (and sometimes really naughty) pleasure) the couple are hot and heavy and then at some point it shifts and there is this "magical" moment where they are supposedly fucking and then it becomes making love. I'm not one hundred percent sure I've ever been one hundred percent in love so maybe I've never made love. Help a girl out!

Are making love and fucking one in the same?
Can you make love with someone you're not in love with?
Can you fuck someone you're totally, deeply in love with?
What do you consider "making love"?

Don't leave me hanging here...