Dirty Whispers, for those who wish to indulge.

Black_Bird

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So I'm sitting here, quietly fantasizing about no woman in particular... or perhaps I'm thinking of every woman in existence. I'm not so sure...

I'm thinking of my hands on each of her hands, running up the length of her arms and slowly back down. I then would claw her tender skin back on the way up.

I'm thinking of what it would be like to grab hold of her blouse and rip it off her body, listening to her quiet whimpers. So sweet are those whimpers.

I run both hands just beneath the underside of her bra... I growl, push up freeing her breast, and place both hands firmly around her jaw as my mouth crushes against her own. She's surprised, of course, and my rough kiss catches her lips between my teeth. Would she bleed? Would she mind if her lip bled from such passion? Her mind would be too focused on the little cry of want echoing from between her legs.

I would say "Fucking take that dress off, little girl." She would begin to strip... but I would notice she wasn't wearing panties. I'd also notice that black garter belt... "No, don't take that off."

So she would be standing there, in her high heals and stockings and I would grab the girl and swing her around to face the full-length mirror. "What do you see?" I'd whisper in her ear...

"I see... I see me, blushing," She'd mumble.

"I see a sexy woman... that's what I see," I'd tell her, "but I think she'd be sexier with claw marks running down her breast... down her ribs... and cum greasing her thighs, wouldn't you?"

And she would...

Ah... but it is only a fantasy.
 
No it isnt a fantasy

:p
 
*blink blink whispering to no one in particular* I am so glad I didn't stop masturbating...for Lent or Rick...


Morgy
:kiss:
 
Ah... but it is only a fantasy

Sad, but true. Still, I bet it beat the hell out of sitting around and just trimming your nose hairs. RF
 
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So it isn't a fantasy... It’s a screaming reality for me when I'm alone, stroking my spit-lubricated cock. And I see her, quivering softly in my arms like a misguided angel, pleading me, time after time, "Please. Please make me sexy. I want to be slutty and sexy just for you." I pull her by her hair, tilting her head ever so slightly, breathing up and down her neck as if an animal investigating some meat of a fallen doe. I look deep into her eyes, as my knuckles firmly move across her breast in a closed-hand scratch. She sighs deeply and closes her eyes for a moment.

Bitch. How dare her close her eyes on me. I bite her neck hard and shudder to her screech like a wounded harpy. "Shh. Don't close your eyes. I don't like that." I would say in the deepest whisper.

"Yes sir," she would reply. Ah - how sweet her voice when she's quivering with every heart beat. I slap her cunt, hard and suddenly, just to hear her sweet voice gasp for me.

"Good girl." I would mumble, kissing her lips softly. Obedience does have its rewards.

I would have in a glass the sweetest of rums frozen into round balls of ice. I, sitting in the leather seat beside her, would bid her to stand over me. "You are going to flavor my drink tonight, girl." One by one I would insert another ice cube, until she would moan from her cunt being so full... and then I would lap. I would suck and lap up every drop that would leek out from between her legs...

...But know I'm looking over to the clock and realizing how damn late it is! And my cock is so sore from the vigorous workout I'm giving it. Perhaps some hand lotion... perhaps... just a few more minutes...
 
Now Birdie you know we vowed to never reveal what we do privately

:p
 
I'm stroking harder and faster now, as my mind drifts back to lapping up rum and cum from my fantasy lover. She's moaning with every flicker of my tongue and trying so hard to stay still. I do lick... I lick hard and fast, drinking up every last drop of delicious spiced sweetness that falls from her cunt. The ice, I would hope, would have numbed her clit and kept her from orgasm, but I was wrong... Her breaths become even more ragged as my tongue lashes at her sweet twat and she almost falls, but I catch her. Her body then begins to convulse in my arms, as her cunt pushes out the small cold pebbles.

I'm none too pleased. I insert two fingers into her cunt and uses it as a handle as I toss her over my knee. I then slap her ass again and again, while fingering her fast and rough. "What did you do wrong, slut? What did you do wrong?" I yell at her.

"I came. Without your permission, sir," she whimpered.

"You are such a slut!" I whisper in her ear, in-between slaps. And I continue to finger her pussy, slapping her ass time and time again... but less rapidly now. She's gasping each time my hand comes down upon her, and moaning before and after. Its sounds like a choir of women in my head, all begging for the same treatment. My prick is so hard and aching; it longs for a home.

I pick her up and push her down over the armrest of the leather love seat. My prick sinks into her cunt so easily now - it's used and cold inside. Fucking gently back on me, she moans to put it in her ass. Yes... a nice tight warm space for my cock. That's exactly what I want.

Slowly, I work myself into her, racking my fingernails down her breast, down her stomach, and down her ribs. "Do you feel sexy now? Hmm?" I asked as I began fucking her ass.

"Yes," she stutters in reply, "I feel ... I feel like a sexy slut... a used cunt for your enjoyment."

I'm inside her now... and I'm sweating profusely. My body works against hers fast, hard and clean like clockwork. She is so warm inside; it feels like a heavy blanket on a cold day... like a soft kiss on a lonely day. This is what she gives to me. This is what she means to me...

My stomach clenches and my legs tense as the first spurt of sperm lands across my belly. I growl as another, slightly smaller tendril exists my prick. I'm breathing hard now... I'm so damn tired that I don't care about the mess I've made. I grab my extra pillow and imagine her in my arms... and whisper to her "You are mine."

She whispers back, "I am yours."
 
Re: Now Birdie you know we vowed to never reveal what we do privately

Siren said:
....ah the memories. ;)

*snickers* Trying to make the other ladies jealous?

Sorry - who are you again? :D
 
Good Lord and Lady!

Well, there goes any thoughts I had of sleeping tonight.

B_B, first that Av, now this?

TORTURE, I tell you!
 
* fanning my face *

Damn Black Bird .... your imagination is working just fine !!!

:eek: :D
 
God what a wonderful way to wake up in the moning...
you took my breath away Black_Bird! Getting my breathing back to normal now.
Phew!:) :rose: :rose:
 
Wow!!!!!!

That was a much better eye-opener than ANY cup of coffee could ever be. What a way to start my morning off.

Thanks Black Bird!!!!!!!

Rain
 
where do I sign up? Fuck, I'm the damn stalker and I still don't know.....lol.
 
So... who hear thinks I write them better then Rhys? :D

Come on Rhys... I challenge you to a dual! ;)
 
I think you meant duel.

ALthough, I'd appreciate a dual;)
 
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