Mar 032014

Sharp nails tap together as sharp teeth smile before sharper words stab into your heart. Hands deliver pain that does not compare to the humiliation they inflict. A tongue that can give you so much pleasure delivers only cruelties. Breasts that others enjoy are hidden from you. Thighs lead to bliss that you may never touch.

She is a beautiful nightmare soaked in your most terrifying wet dream. She is everything you ever wanted to fuck and everything you ever wanted to survive. You would do anything to please her while you plan to do anything to escape her.

She is the feminine mirror of your darkest desires.

She is the goddess of your personal hell.

She knows the secret name that only you call yourself.

Jan 272014

“Cockteaser,” I whisper to her.

“Word-whore” she whispers back.

“Ball sucker,” I say.

“Pussy licker,” she says.

“Tramp,” I grunt.

“Man-ho,” she grunts.

“Anal queen,” I moan.

“Tit-lover,” she moans.

“Slut!” I cry.

“Slut!” she cries back.

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Jan 132014

In public we speak in code.

“Looks like rain,” she says, which means her panties are soaked.

“Work has been hard,” I say which means my cock can not wait to be inside her.

Among friends we use hand signals.  A clenched hand means she wants to stroke my cock.  A scratch of my chin means I want to eat her pussy.  A slow blink of both eyes means someone is going to get spanked.

Online we have a secret tumblr account that we both share.  I’ll find a picture of rough sex and post it.  She’ll find a picture of the lingerie she will wear for me the next time we fuck. Thousands of people perv on our posts without knowing that it is our foreplay.

On the phone we text each other filthy messages that would make the NSA blush.  We dream up new positions, promise new extremes and fellate our imaginations.

In private we fuck in secret harmony.  We are co-conspirators in perversity.  We are agents of desire completing clandestine missions on each other’s genitalia. We are intelligence operatives using our wits to bring each other classified pleasure.

Dec 062013

I squeeze Kelly to me and her moan is like the opening of a vault door to the endless treasures of her body. My hands cup breasts too large to hold. My hips grind against an ass abundant and soft. I am encompassed by loving arms that bury me into the wealth of her love.

We go to the bed and I dive into her body. Her body is a pleasure trove and I am so greedy. I bite large breasts that I want to fuck. I fuck a deep pussy that I want to eat. I kiss a soft neck that I want to bite. I fuck a plump ass that I want to spank. I bury my face in endless hair that I want to pull. There is no end to the joys in her body yet I try to take it all.

I empty myself into her mouth but next I swear it will be her ass, or maybe her tits, or maybe her face or maybe her hands or maybe her pussy. My body falls into the warmth of her embrace as I dream of next time.

Nov 222013

Lisa’s hand tightened around my cock. I moaned and she stroked faster. I hold her closer to my body as we lay in bed. She stared at me intently, her lips close enough to kiss.

This is when I truly understand how much older she was. It wasn’t from the lines in her face or the crow’s feet around her eyes but from the skill of her experienced hand. Confidence danced in her eyes as she watched me. She stroked me faster when I moaned, squeezed tighter when my body arched, and added a little twist when my eyes clenched.

This morning Lisa was a wise woman taking me on a guided journey of the wonders of my own body. She transformed the act of masturbation from a release of tension to a roller coaster of sensation. She was teaching me things about desire that I would never forget.

Her eyes never left me as I climaxed. A smile broke across her lips and the years melted away. She laughed like a teenager as I made a mess in her hands.