Sexy Erotica: Wild Wild Love

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“You need it, you want it,
All over your body,
This loving I’m giving,
It’s worth more money…
I got that wild love…
Love to get wild dirty freaky nasty,
I’ll make you lose your heart and your mind at the same time.
This wild wild love of ours,
It can’t be tamed,
For better or worse,
A blessing or a curse,
Long live this wild wild love of ours.”
“Wild Wild Love” – Pitbull
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“I have never seen anyone eat with their fingers like you do,” your voice warm and silky as you watched me suck blue cheese dressing off the pad of my thumb, shifting it slightly between my lips slowly in and out, amused as your eyes flares so strongly with visuals that your breathing skips inside of your massive chest.

“Well, I am sure I do lots of things no one else does,” comfortable with you as no other man, my sexuality spilling out around us like toxic waste, “plus, I like to touch things that I want to put into my mouth,” my smile turning into an experiment as my eyes meet yours, my hand dropping down into your lap, fingers still moist from my mouth, rewarded when you shift slightly in your seat toward my touch, spreading your legs apart as my fingers slip slowly down between your thighs to caress your balls… my thumb massaging circles around the thickness of your shaft growing stiffer with each moment.

“And I want you to touch things…and put them in your mouth,” your eyes hotter with every movement of my fingers – your cock tighter for the attention, massaging your masculinity growing firmer with each stroke of my hand along of the front of your pants, toying slightly with your zipper as my fingers trace your erection, slowly taking my time to appreciate every inch of your manhood rock hard against my hand.

“It’s quite simple really, I am a dominate…” my statement a mix of lazy stretch and cat-like purr.

“Does that mean that you have a room full of chains and whips?” your voice falters slightly, your strong hands reach out to still mine as you struggle for concentration.

“That is very 50 Shades of Gray,” a smile curving on my lips at the charm of your innocence, the thought of teaching you new pleasures sending a painful rush of blood throbbing between my thighs, my pulse pounding in like drums in my ears, the risk of explanation… all cards on the table… adrenaline surging through me, I press on past indiscretion, “No.  I am a dominant…not a dominatrix.”

“Go on,” your eyes looking into me, capturing and exposing everything in my soul with the full force of your focus, “you have my attention…,” your strong hand waving off the approaching waitress.

“You see, a dominatrix requires a master/slave relationship. This does not please me at all,”  watching interest dance dangerously and dark in your eyes, “You are not an animal that needs to be chained and whipped into compliance to receive pleasure.  I would not treat you or allow you to treat me like that…” my voice trails off slightly, waiting for a response I know is not coming.

Leaning into you, the smell of your masculine body assault my senses, the visual of your mouth following the slow path of my fingers from the tight gold chain around my throat to the pendant hanging between the roundness of my breasts to steal the breath from my lungs…

“In my mind, the goal of a woman is not a geld a stallion, but to enhance his performance.  True passion is not about pleasure and pain – those are instinctive reactions of the body.  Any woman with three holes and two hands can provide pleasure…,” smiling sweetly, a slight amused tone to match the curve of your lips and deeply satisfying sound of your laugh at the baseness of the truth.

“So…” watching the workings of your mind, grinding information into place, “it’s about control for you?” your question relieving the solace my one person strip-tease of my soul.

“Well…” I hesitate for a moment, wondering how much of myself I can give away and fighting for the right words, “it is about control, but not just for me.  If you are strong enough to mentally match me, then you can take control,” the fantasies flood into my mind with dizzying speed like headlights blinding me and blurring my vision….

My eyes masturbate your body stopping just below your belt to appreciate the thickness of your arousal, the thought of touching you…now…finally…immediately, infecting my brain with urgency as tug down your zipper to free your impressive erection, your hands falling on either side of my head against the hood of my car, the warmth of the engine radiating up in waves of heat matching the ripples of want from my body.

“Scratch the paint and you will pay for a new paint job,”  I whisper into your ear, challenging you for control.

“Oh yes?” dangerous determination sparkles to life in your eyes, impatience boring into me, my bare tanned skin contrasted against the shiny black lines of the sleek BMW, just the right balance of class and ass, “then let’s get my fucking money’s worth,” your thick fingers closing around my shoulders and I am face down on the car in a movement so fast my head is swirling with a surge of adrenaline, my naked nipples needy for your mouth aching again the warm curve of the hood, the smart smack of your strong hand against my ass leaves me panting, damp circles of my breath steaming the paint between my forearms and my slick, tight pussy tenses with want…your name escaping my lips on a moan of pleasure as you push your cock balls deep into me, your fingers fisted in my hair with a slight tug – possession complete…I am yours…control surrender.

“So, why me?” your voice jerking me back, your question testing my patience, I make a mental note to punish you later for it as my mind starts to catalog all of the carnal ways to show you the answer.

“Here is the secret…you are a dominate too,” I wait a tick, letting the information settle between us before continuing, registering your surprise at the assertion, “chemistry and passion are like drugs.  Your body start to crave it…want it…your magnificent obsession focused on one center point – me.  Soon, every time I stand next to you, your mind will visualize me kneeling wantonly at your feet.  When you are walking behind me, your dick will vibrate the memory of my needy touch masturbating you to hardness under the table and the boldness of that promise.  It is you because it has to be…”

“Some nights,” I continue, watching you draw nearer to play with the fire in my eyes, “if my dreams of you get too intense, I will wake you up with a hand job before climbing on top to ride you until I cum,” thinking of the my slick cum coating your taut balls.

“Other times, before we leave for a party or dinner,” my breath catching so deeply in my chest, the pressure to suck you deep until dry warring in my mind, “I will sink down to my knees to suck you because I can’t fight the storm…I want the taste of you in my mouth, my skin soaked with the scent of your pleasure and cum…,” exposed the illusions assaulting me from all directions….my sin mixing with my deliverance…

In the ultimate dominate position, in complete control of your pleasure, I slowly run the head of your erection across my cheek and down the soft skin of my throat to capture you between my tits leaving proof of your passion in the thin liquid path of pre-cum hidden away just for me. Gently flicking the tip of my tongue over your swollen head, gratified to hear your breath catch and release on a moan of want you will never express in words, your hips pulse to meet my hungry mouth, watching your hard cock slide in-and-out between my lips as I take your deeper with each thrust, a woman pleasuring herself with the slow suck of her man, one of your hands tangled in my hair fingers flexing and releasing with each greedy suck, fueling the beginning of my own orgasm…my eyes meet yours for a moment before the peace and the intensity of  the tide over takes us both over the edge…temporarily quenching the thirst.

“I have not said YES yet…” bringing me back to you, your eyes on mine seeing what I am seeing, the push back sending adrenaline singing through my bloodstream to throb between my thighs in an aching pounding.

“No,” my tongue rolling over slowly over my lips, leaving a trail of moistness matching the soft pool in my panties, “but we both know that you will, so start picking out your safe word now.”

“What would I need a safe word for?” your eyes dissecting me with steel precision.

“I am a Dominate – not a Princess…unless a Princess is one of your fantasies…,” sexual tension melting into humor again at lightning speed, “and there will be some light spankings for bad behavior and handcuffs available.”

“Spankings and handcuffs?” a smile playing around your lips as I watch the visuals flash across your face, “for my pleasure or yours?”

“Both – my pleasure will be yours…and your pleasure WILL BE mine,” my gaze levels aggressively and turns slightly predatory at you, but you don’t shift at all.

“I’m in…” dropping bills on the table without looking at the tab, your thick hand reaches to me in a challenge and acceptance.

SexyWhispers Erotica – Balance of Power

you“You see these shackles,

Baby I’m your slave,

I’ll let you whip me if I misbehave,

It’s just that no one makes me feel this way.

See anybody could be good to you,

You need a bad girl to blow your mind.”

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“I owe you a cherry! Tied in a knot,” my eyes focused on yours, struggling to breath as the closeness of your body washes over me in waves of heat – I dip my fingers into your drink to snag the cherry – my seductive smile challenging you not to watch, but you watch…of course, you watch…it’s your show – a private show I do just for you, out in public, this is how we play. Your smile slips back in place to cover up the carnage in your mind and I quietly read your every feeling through the intensity in your eyes when I lean closer like a moth draw to the burn of the flame – slowly slipping the cherry in and out between my lips sucking it dry – the ecstasy of weight on my tongue sending rushes of adrenaline to warm spots of my body – sweet juices sliding down my throat.

“Careful….,” your voice is low and predatory…intense without much conviction. Encouragement without admission – and my mind reels back to the moments when I come willingly into your arms, those big thick hands caressing the curves of my body…every part of my body aching for your touch. In the moment, so safe from the world, but threatened by the temptation I can’t control – my body betraying me for the slightest stroke of your hand…my brain stutters as my body erupts in spikes of need as my nipples throb against your wide chest…your breath ragged on my neck…I close my eyes and whisper into your ear the one truth screaming through ever cell in my body – “I want you…now…” as my lips brush your neck…my fingers itching to massage your growing erection pushing against my belly as I fight to urge to sink to my knees in front of you.

 *The Balance of Power Shifts – Advantage ME.*

“Sweetheart, I lost careful the day I met you,” distracted by the lust swirling in your eyes. You are not smiling anymore…the hunter and the prey … the solid silver bracelet on my wrist hiding slight red circles from the sexy cuffs hiding in my purse…. waiting…like me for you to ask. Simply to ask…the visual rips through my mind – the thumb of one thick hand hooked under the chain between the cuffs holding my hands above my head while your other hand roams freely over my body, along my breasts – your lips covering each nipple – sucking gently and then a little harder – while your fingers test my wetness between my thigh… turning my body into your personal playground…you are ruler, master, and king.

My head spinning from the rush of desire scratching every surface – the wall is not there anymore as you push me into a forward bend – my cuffed hands on the floor between my high heels – your fingers dig into hips as you fill me with your hard cock in one thrust…and withdraw leaving me aching from the emptiness…your hand on the soft skin of my ass – rubbing gently followed by a smart smack –the sound as satisfying as the feeling – my hips contract sharply pushing me closer to orgasm – as I wait…knowing you are waiting on purpose – a man accustomed to having his way with me – impatient you push into me again – friction sending tingles of longing racing through my body, the sound of your balls against my ass with each drive deeper and deeper toward our goal…in a race to see who comes in first.

*The Balance of Power Shifts – Advantage YOU.*

“Why all the aggression?” your deep voice bringing my eyes back to yours as I wonder, not for the first time, if you can read my mind, lost in the fog of my sexual foreplay for a moment, my bottom lip captured between my teeth cutting like a rusty knife as I look at you – the want to lean over and taste your mouth, run my tongue over your bottom lip… I kneel down in front of you – my oral goddess start to surface to worship at your feet…the wetness between my thighs pooling in anticipation…

The quiet satisfaction starts to set in…. your dick – hard and thick in my mouth…first heavy against my tongue as my lips tighten around you – sucking you deeper and deeper … your hands wadded in my hair as you thrust against my mouth …taking you all the way into the back of my throat…a moan of appreciation escapes at the way you feel in my mouth, starting the slow suck of a woman mixing pleasure and control … enjoying the moment … exploring her power – to give her man pleasure until neither of us can stand it another moment.

“The Balance of Power Shifts – Advantage ME.”

fire“Well, you see…,” slowly standing and raising my skirt to the edge of my panties as I straddle your lap, sliding down your body like hot melted butter, grinding my pussy wantonly against the front of your pants, I whisper against your lips, “I have a warm spot for you.”

Now, I am watching you…your eyes catching fire, passion pushing your boundaries…your control slipping away as your hand cup my ass to pull me closer…the first beads of sweat leaving a silky path between my nipples begging for your mouth as your thumb dips between my thighs to find the wet welcoming soft skin threatening to explode in a single stroke of your thumb – and…I am yours…as I lean my hands back on your knees – shift to open my thighs wider – arching my back instinctively as your thumb rolls around the soft pink skin pulsing with pleasure.

“Look at me…Is this your warm spot for me?” your voice rages through my storm as my eyes meet yours again, tears flooding my vision – desperate need slicing like sharp razors along every nerve – I rock my hips against your thumb as a moan escapes my lips – your eyes on mine…”please – take me,” I whisper…and reach out to you – masturbating moments of pleasure – surrendering to your will…your hand soaked in a slick flood of cum squirting with each spasm of gratification throbbing against your fingers.

And…the balance of power shifts…again – Advantage YOU….for now.

Sexy Erotica: Night Moves

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“I, with a deeper instinct, choose a man who compels my strength, who makes enormous demands on me, who does not doubt my courage or my toughness, who does not believe me naive or innocent, who has the courage to treat me like a woman who knows what she wants.” – Anais Nin
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“Pretty pretty please,” whispering the words, with a slight pout for emphasis, your lips so close to mine tingles dancing through my blood like electric shock, blurring my vision with waves of need rising like tides.

“Begging becomes you,” your strong finger under my chin, tilting my head up to meet your eyes, amusement playing in a soft smile around your mouth.

“I want you,” my breathing erratic from the nearness of your body, the hours, days, months of separation melting away in a moment.

No handcuffs or leashes…

You give control as strength and accept control as a gift….no demands or negotiations.  Only surrender.

Tonight, we will play this game to win.  You testing and teasing….me touching and tempting.

“You might lose,” the thought clearly pleases you.

“I might,” moving my hand lightly between your thighs, your breathing is interrupted as you shift closer to my touch and your eyes meet mine in challenge…my thumb massaging your growing hardness…my eyes meet yours again – promising pleasures.

I wait…enjoying your mental masturbation – daring you to come closer to the fire, my fingers gently cupping your balls through your pants, hard from my attentions, I smile in small victory at seeing your control slip.

“And,” your voice wavers slightly as I can feel your heart pounding in your heavy erection between my fingers…watching the visual slashes through your mind, your eyes on mine…the humor blazing quickly into desire.

“Stutter for me baby, it makes me feel powerful,” assuming the role of the Huntress, slowly stroking of my tongue over my bottom lip throbbing to wrap around your masculinity.

“What if you lose?” your hands reach out to with force to pull me to you, not waiting for an answer, I could see the fantasies of us wrapped naked in sweaty, cum soaked sheets reflected in your eyes.

“All that and more,” the words hang between us, as I slowly sink to my knees in front of you, enjoying the feeling of your eyes me.

“Let me pleasure you baby,” the need to feel your dick, hard in my mouth, clawing at both of us, as I nuzzle my cheek against the front of your pants, lipstick smeared like a badge of honor, and my finger reaching for your zipper, your eyes stroking the mounds of flesh exposed over the top of my shirt, nipples pushing through the pink fabric reminisce of the soft skin between my legs pleading for your fingers, your mouth…you.

“I have been thinking of touching you all day,” my confession heavy with painful need as my hand wraps around your hard shaft, as my tongue massages lightly over the head of your cock… I take you into my mouth…sucking you deeply until your hips pulse instinctively and your strong fingers tangle tight in my hair urging me to please both of us – a slow moan of appreciation and coming relief…

The need to control slips…

Sitting across the table from you, seeing your eyes travel down the opening of my top with a small smirk as I pretend not to notice – your hand bumps your water glass spilling drops of water onto the table.

“You almost got wet,” your lips curve into a smile as your thick fingers move to mop up the water with a napkin.

“I already am wet,” slight smile, playful promises, wondering if you have seen the same things.  If you sit across the table from me – thinking about hot nights of pleasure – as I unconsciously reach for my wine glass and roll it gently between my fingers until the visuals go away.

As your eyes break connection and you look toward the wall and smile…perhaps, I close my eyes and struggle to regain control.

Perhaps.

SexyWhispers Erotica – Kiss Me Under the Mistletoe

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I see you over there, so hypnotic, thinking ’bout what I’d do to that body.

Got no drink in my hand, but I’m wasted – getting drunk on the thought of you naked.

And I’ve tried to fight it.

Imagine me whispering in your ear,

I wanna take off all your clothes.

Looking for some trouble tonight,

Take my hand,

I’ll show you the wild side.

Trying to tell you “no” but my body keeps on telling you “yes.”

Trying to tell you to stop, but your lips got me so out of breath.

There you go again, making me love you.

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“Wanna sit on my lap and tell Santa what you want for Christmas little girl?” you eyes amused as your fingers brush mine, sending sparks of adrenaline rushing through my bloodstream, taking my wine glass from my hand.

“You know what I want,” my wine glass stops short of your lips, your breath fogging the rim of the glass as your breathing stops and starts again, humor melting into challenge, my palm tracing your erection.

“All you have to do is give it to me,” I smile innocently, my fingers dip steadily to cup your balls through your pants, tight with appreciate from my thumb stroking the length of your cock, as I watch my wine glass caresses your lips the thought of your mouth on my glass blurs my vision – tempting me to taste your mouth.

I step toward you, red high heels bringing me to eye level, your hands suddenly on my hips pulling me against you, I don’t stop to consider – my pulse pounding in my nipples pressed tight against your chest – soft mounds of fleshing aching for your touch spilling out the thin material of my dress – my nipples pleading for your attention – your eyes on mine now, sharp with focus.

I sample your mouth, soft and sensual turning deep and demanding, the taste my wine on your lips flooding my senses and want exploding like sharp razor cutting a bloody path along every nerve.

Temptation is done – Need has won.

“Mistletoe,” your eyes follow mine to the greenery above your head, “I have always wanted to kiss you under the mistletoe.”

“Well, I guess you can strike that off your bucket list,” your easy smile annoying.

“Not quite,” I purr softly, electricity crackling from every slow stroke of my tongue over my bottom lip throbbing to wrap around your masculinity.

The sound of your zipper hanging between us, watching the emotions war, your control slip as understanding dawns – and then a little more as I roll my hips against your hardness – growing thicker with each movement.

I listen to the stutter of your breathing…once, twice, again…as I trial soft kisses down your chest and sink to my knees at your feet offering you all the passions of my world, flashes of desire pulse like an electrical storm between us – it will not be a silent night.

“There are so many places I want to kiss you – taste you hard and heavy in my mouth,” my eyes on yours, my mouth wanders slowly down in a wanton path of soft kisses against the inside your thigh.

A deep sigh stuttering through my breathing as I rub your hard cock against my cheek…the pressure building between my thighs bringing tears of submission to my eyes as I stroke you down my throat to nestle tight between my tits.  Flicking the tip of my tongue over the head of your dick with a teasing suck, your fingers tighten in my hair as your hips rock into my mouth.

My tongue massages circles of throbbing sensation against the head of your thickness – your hands tangled in my hair – your fingertip urging me to satisfy my need – my mouth moves anxiously like a child opening presents across your balls tight with desire – gently sucking each one…and then both into my mouth as I pump your masculinity to painful hardness with my hand stopping just short of your orgasm and my own –

“Come for me,” my voice and eyes command you to watch me indulge in your body as I suck you all the way into my mouth with an intense whine of fulfillment…want taking over with every stroke in my mouth…deeper and deeper until your body starts to shake with the effort to hold back…

“Congratulations on making the naughty list,” I smile at the sound of your voice bringing me back from the edge of pleasure as I consider taking you again.

“That was nice – want to try for naughty?” the dare rolls off my lips as your hand reaches down to pull me to my feet, my eyes meeting yours again.

“Careful, naughty little girls get spankings,” a slow smile spreads across your sexy lips again.

“Humm….we had better get started because naughty has been coming on since the day I met you,” I take your hand, ready for round two.

Sexy Erotica: Deep End of the Pool

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Hey, sexy boy, set me free,

Don’t be so shy, play with me,

My dirty boy, can’t you see,

That you belong next to me,

You are the one I need.

Got a sexy drive – Just push start!

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“Want to make this interesting?” pouring a healthy dose of Jack over ice cubes floating in coke.

“I want a blow job – what do you want?  Shoes?,” your playful smile wavers slightly as you watch me stir your drink with my finger – slowly slipping my finger in and out between my lips sucking it dry – each sweet drop throbbing to life on my tongue.

“Shoes?  I won’t bet you what can buy for myself,” your eyes on mine now, sharp and focused, deciding that the truth was more effective than flirting – watching you slowly raise the glass to your lips, wanting to feel your lips demanding against mine, exploring each aching nipple pounding with need skipping along my pulse, cutting each nerve to shreds on a path of pleasure to the soft pink skin between my thighs throbbing as I slowly raise my skirt up my thighs to straddle your lap.

“Sex?” your voice dipping low, your interest growing, your eyes travel over my breasts, straining the lace edges of my top while I lean against you more than necessary.

“Winner take all…anything at all,” I add, a whisper against your ear, feeling a surge of victory as the ice cubes rattle loudly in the glass, your eyes catch mine in challenge and I take the drink from your hand, your hand on mine around the glass a moment too long, dipping the cold glass between my tits, nipples straining against the soft cloth, the cold drops from the glass disappearing smoothly between the mounds of flesh daring your tongue to follow.

“Ok,” your massive chest expanding as your voice hesitates, your breathing catching deep in your throat, your hands moving lightly up my thighs, exploring the boundaries of my body, so yielding under your touch…every curve surrendering to your expectations…my hands covering yours.

“You got to win that pleasure,” I purr with fake innocence, watching the emotions rage, your control slip a little – and then a little more as I roll my hips against your hardness, growing thicker with each movement, “do we have a bet?”

“Yes,” a moan of pleasure escapes from your lips on a stutter…once, twice, and again… I sample your mouth, the taste whiskey flooding my senses and need rising in my blood, my hands slipping between your legs massaging the bulge in front of your pants, your hips shift unconsciously toward me, encouraging my addiction…

“Let’s play,” your voice deep and sexy as I roll off your lap, silk garters inviting your participation peaking innocently out the hem of my skirt, I bend forward in front of you to reposition my skirt at mid-thigh and remind you of the prize.

“You break, I’ll rack…I like a tight rack,” I smile sweetly, rolling the triangle around in my hands, enjoying the feel of the rounded edges of the cool brass, riding so smooth against the luxurious blue felt under my fingers, the weight of each perfectly balanced ball.

”For luck,” I raise the 8 ball to my lips for a kiss to seal the bet before putting it into place….sharing visuals of my tongue, warm and wet, across your balls tight with pleasure …gently sucking each one…and then both into my mouth….teasing both of us into orgasm…watching you struggle between passion and control.

Stroking my cue between my fingers, the friction sending tingles of desire dancing through my body, the first crack of the cue ball like lightening striking on every pounding nerve instantly…recalling the sound of your balls against my ass with each drive deeper and deeper toward our mutual goal.

“Big balls…” your voice brings my mind back to the game, your quick easy smile a warning, as two striped balls spiral toward opposite pockets, slightly impressed with the balance of your hands, so thick and practiced in every measured movement, bringing back memories of earlier caresses, my body betraying me at your slightest command…wanton of your touch.

“I want you baby,” both confession and statement of fact, leaning forward over the pocket to allow the thin fabric my top to fall lower between the perfectly round mounds of warm cleavage punctuated by throbbing nipples, rewarded when your eyes leave the game to slowly caress each breast with appreciation, needing to feel the tight fit of your cock stiff between my tits…watching the ball bounce short of the pocket with amusement and triumph.

“Dirty pool huh?” your smile easy with a laugh of respect for my tactic and technique.

“Well, I never promised to play fair,” slowly masturbating the stick between my fingers in long steady strokes, like my hands tight around your erection, I can feel you watching me move around the table, admiring each shot, finessing each ball into the pocket, until the eight ball sits alone at the end.

“Double up the bet?  One last shot…winner take all,” your voice challenges me, humor dancing across those sexy lips, “how good are you?”

“Yes, double up,” sexual tension washing violently over me all at once, my eyes meeting yours across the table as I reach for the chalk, “enjoy the view.”

The look in your eyes turning predatory…there is no surrendering…any humor…only winners and losers…as I bend over the table in front of you, my skirt pulls dangerously high against my thighs, soft red panties cushioned by a delicate strip of amber hair promising pleasure

“Don’t choke baby,” your warm voice in my ear, like honey tempting me to taste your mouth again, strong hands on either side of my hips on the rail, your dick hard against my ass, your hard-on ready to pay or collect your debt…

”I never promised to play fair,“ your words echo mine as my breathing stumbles, your confident understanding of my desires sends tingles ripping across my bottom lip like a sharp knife with thoughts of your hardness deep in my mouth, your hands wrapped tight in my hair….my eyes on yours…watching your pleasure every stroke of my mouth….

GAME ON!

Sexy Erotica: Independence Day

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“Sex is not the answer. Sex is the question. ‘Yes’ is the answer.”
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“What do you say we stop playing this game?” I watched you slowly lower your fork with a polite smile.  Causal grace, picking up your wine glass with those big hands, delicate and practiced in their movements, I wondered if you could handle a woman like that.

“What game would that be?” a smile danced briefly across your lips sparking a predator instinct deep within me.  No fight or flight this time – surrender only – no options.

“Well,” I smiled back into your eyes, focused and assessing the risks, “we can keep pretending that this THING is not going to end up naked and sweaty on a surface of my choice,” I watched with the triumph as the amusement faded from your eyes and the wine danced dangerously in the glass as it loudly grazed the plate in front of you on its quick decent to the table.

“We can keep chatting in sexual innuendoes and making quaint conversation,” I continued, leaning forward to allow the thin fabric my top to fall lower between the perfectly round mounds of warm cleavage punctuated by aching nipples, rewarded when your eyes leave mine to slowly caress each breast with appreciation.

“Or,” reaching into my lap to retrieve my napkin to gently rub the rough edges across my bottom lip to stop the razor like tingling from the visuals of my tongue stroking your balls tight with pleasure as I slowly suck each one, then both, into my mouth…as my eyes meet yours again, I place a light kiss on my napkin and deposit it into your lap for effect…

“We can confess the truth,” your eyes sharpen on mine daring me – like a spider to a fly – to step into your web, your thigh tightens under my hand moving up to stroke the front of your pants…toying slightly with your zipper as my fingers trace your erection … I watch the passion building in your body…your breathing stutters …once … twice… again … charged as you instinctively shift closer in your seat…spreading your legs apart as my fingers slip slowly down between your thighs… my thumb massaging circles around the thickness of your shaft growing harder with each moment.

“You are playing fire little girl,” your voice low and warning, as if punishing a child, pulling back, as you cover my hand with yours.

“Not anymore,” I whisper, need rushing through me, my pulse pounding in my ears; I stare with disbelief, wondering how men understand so little about sex.

“You see, you effect me…the pleasure that I  want to you give you…the dirty little things I want you to do to me,” desire bringing waves of tears to my eyes as I struggle for words that I don’t need – independence from the nightly invasions into my dreams –

“I…” my voice wavering between passion and pleading…

“Go on,” your sexy voice deep with challenge.  “Tell me,” your command is quiet with expectation of being obeyed; the scent of your body exploding through my senses like fireworks deep between my thighs.

“I,” caught between the pleasures of my dreams and reality of you, so warm and close, your hand covering mine, giving me strength and making me weak, “dream about me on my knees in front of you, as your eyes meet mine, I tell you the only truth I know – I want you…,” taking a deep breath to keep my words from tumbling over the erratic waves of my breathing.

I can feel you waiting for more, even though I can’t see past the sensations dancing in front of my eyes.

“I,” waiting for your reaction, as if knowing, you release your hold on my hand to free my mind and my body for our shared satisfaction, slowly taking my time to appreciate ever inch of your manhood rock hard against my hand, inviting you into my world of fantasy, “can feel the weight of you heavy in my hands…the way the urgency turns to calm the moment I slip the head of your cock into my mouth…moist and tight around you…each thrust turning want into need…your finger tangled deep in my hair expressing the what you don’t share.”

I can see you now.  Watching me…my dream…my fantasy…playing out in your mind…becoming our reality.

“I,” my hand finding the sweet spot inside your pants, gratifying me with a low moan of admiration and pleasure, “wake up wanting the taste of your dick hard in my mouth,”  I whisper into the air between us, raw adrenaline tearing along every pleasure point begging for release, wishing I was more embarrassed by my revelations.

“Not hungry?” an unfamiliar voice reaches through the haze of sexual fog around us, confused by the untouched plates.

“Very hungry,” your smile is back, easy and promising, glancing briefly at the server and down at my hand under the napkin in your lap, “just realized that I want something else tonight,” your eyes on me again, dropping bills on the table to cover the check.

“Come with me,” you extend a hand to me; waiting to see I will take the final step, where talk turns into action and passion into pleasure…and I slide my fingers into yours.  It’s Independence Day.

Sexy Erotica: True North

 

“There’s nothing inherently dirty about sex, but if you try real hard and use your imagination you can overcome that.”

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Walking toward you, your massive shoulders outlined the sunset in front of me.
 
“Guess who,” I leaned forward, covering your eyes gently with my fingers as the breeze off of the water bathed me in the masculine scent of your body.

“Give me a hint,” a smile danced around your lips as I leaned closer, pressing the warm skin of my exposed cleavage against the back of your neck.

“Four words…You…me…sweaty…nakkid…surface of your choice,” I purr in a soft voice against your ear.

“That is more than four words, sweetheart,” the tension in your neck relaxing slightly at the light banter.

“The last part was a prediction…not a hint,” I smile prettily, sliding smoothly into the chair next to you careful to cross my legs slowly so you could watch the short skirt float dangerously high on my thighs.

“Long day?” I smiled, dragging your eyes away from the light material snagged on my nipples and carefully draped between two small straps.

“Yes,” your eyes meet mine with full revelation of meaning. 

“Tell mamma what you need baby,” I whisper,  leaning forward to slowly run my hand up the inside of your thigh as I watch the waves of sexual tension pulse between us in the wake of my caress. 

“I need a blow job,” a slight smile lights your eyes as they meet mine in challenge and humor sending tingles like razor blades dancing across my bottom lip.
Aware of the bartender standing next to me, I reach two fingers down into my top and pull out a twenty to drop on the bar.

“I’ll take care of him from here,” I return the challenge without looking at her. 

“Where?” I smile, less the prey, more the hunter now. 

I follow your eyes toward the water, not at all surprised when your big thick hand reaches out to lead the way and I delicately slide my hand into yours feeling the instant shock of connection and anticipation.

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Lifting me up off the bottom step, your strong hands around my waist as my hands travel down taut muscles in your arms, my body slowly melting against yours.

“Wait for me,” your voice commands, my senses spinning as the deck shifts slightly under my feet, the promise in your eyes ricocheting through my bloodstream sending sparks of need sizzling deep between my thighs.

Enjoying the deep tapping sound of my heels on the deck, I wander slowly over to the rail – pleased with the smooth cool brass shimmering in the setting sun under my touch – the heat of your body burning against me as your arm reaches around me with a glass of wine – colors of the sunset dancing off the amber liquid swirling around in the glass.

“I don’t want that,” turning in your arms, blocked against the railing, staring at your lips, fighting the urge to taste your mouth. 

“What do you want?” your easy grin dissolves into a moan of pleasure as I slide my hands down the front of your pants massaging your hardness …my hands moving to the top button on your shirt…sliding my fingers between the opening buttons flying in all directions and bouncing off the deck as I snatch the shirt apart.

Watching your eyes turn predatory in the dusk, I lean forward to rip loose the last remaining button with my teeth removing all inhabitations between us.  Rolling the button between my tongue and top lip, my thoughts burn with dazzling explosions like fireworks as I reach up to slowly remove the button from my mouth and deposit it between my breasts.

“Souvenir,” I smile innocently, pressing my pounding nipples against your bare chest. 

“I want you,” I stepped forward, pushing you back, feeling a little victory as you bobble the wine glasses, the amber liquid rolling dangerously close to the rim.  I remove the glasses from your hands and set them on the nearest table.

Resting my hands on either side of your hips and pushing you back against the railing, my breathing pulses between us as your hands grind my hips against you.

“Let me pleasure you baby,” I whine, the same need of release clawing at me, I sink to my knees in front of you, your eyes reflecting the storm of passion rising hard under my hand as you watch me, massaging your hard-on,  stiff between my fingers.

Playing with your zipper as I smile up at you seeing passion of each stroke in your eyes…I slip my hand into your pants to cup your balls…aching and firm from the attention…a slow deep moan of appreciation hangs in the air between us…your hands tighter on the railing…I listen to the stutter of your breathing…once, twice, again…

Part of me wanting to punish you for my sleepless hours of wrestling fantasies of your cock hard and throbbing in my mouth – part of me wanting to release both of us from the exquisite pain of the tidal wave of passion threatening to consume me … I tease my own orgasm with a first taste of the massage of my tongue over the head of your erection … sweet and pleasing to my soul like chocolate … greedily fighting the urge to suck you deep into my mouth and swallow…appreciating the thickness of your manhood, heavy on my tongue….raw adrenaline scrapping every available nerve…your fingers tangled in my hair…your hips rocking toward my mouth in the steady motion of the tide.

Like a small boat caught in a hurricane, I know I cannot battle nature … mine, yours…ours…I go down on you…sucking you deep into my mouth with astonishment at the immediate calm … in the center of the storm…our eyes meet as I take your dick all the way in my mouth…a wave of pleasure rising between my thighs and pounding in my nipples as I suck harder, deeper, faster…crashing together on the shore.

The laughter and music from the bar drifts slowing through the cool night air tickling my skin coated with a mixture of salt and sweat…as the stars shine above I wrap your shirt around me and sleep … for the first time in days…against your chest.