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Love it. The entire page, actually.
That's where my poetry is now. Where it's not really read. Lol.
That's where my poetry is now. Where it's not really read. Lol.
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Your words are read anywhere you share them. The things you write cannot be skimmed over or ignored. You compel the reader to savor each word from start to finish, and then read it again. You're that good.
Of course, you know this. I just like to remind you.
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Your words are read anywhere you share them. The things you write cannot be skimmed over or ignored. You compel the reader to savor each word from start to finish, and then read it again. You're that good.
Of course, you know this. I just like to remind you.
I think you're pretty special yourself.
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I haven't been on in a few days, but I'm happy to find these! Now I have something to look forward to this evening.
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ViciousTease
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I'm glad to see you posting here again. Your words, of course, are incredible. 
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As she took in her surroundings, the first thing she realized was a cold sensation traveling from her back throughout her body. When she tried to move herself to see what was going on, she discovered her thighs and legs tied tightly, with rope, to the legs of the dinner table. Her legs were spread wide, and seemed to be poised almost at the end of the table. Then she found that her arms had been tied elegantly above her head, and that knot also attached to the legs at the other end of the table. She was stuck in place. Naked. A cold shiver ran through her body at the same time a specific warmth did. Her brain alerted her of a conversation that she’d had with him a few nights before.
“Hmmm”, she said to herself.
Turning her head as much as possible, she saw floral arrangements flanking either side of her body. It all smelled of lavender. His favorite. Then she noticed no other place setting at the table. Just one. His.
He walked slowly toward the table, taking great care to remark on how lovely the arrangements were. He toyed with his knife and fork a bit, making a great show of describing how much he was looking forward to using his utensils for dinner. Then he sat down and took in a deep breath. The smell of her scent accosted his nostrils, creating the kind of hunger in him that regular food had never been able to satisfy. As he tied his napkin around his neck and scooted his chair as closely to the table as he could, he picked up his fork and wordlessly ran it along the inside of her thigh. Starting from her knee, he travelled up ever so slowly upward, pressing the prongs deep enough against her supple flesh to create the divots telling the tale of where he had been. He did not want to scratch her skin, no. He loved the smoothness of it too much.
At first the points of the fork had come as a surprise. She had yelped, but then quickly remembered her place as his dinner. Yes, it had all become clear to her now. What surprised her even more was how much she quickly began to love the thrill of the fork coming up her thigh. It was thrilling. Her voice caught in her throat several times as it got closer..closer to her labia. The few times that he had even placed the cold steel against her heated spots, she had gasped against her will. She felt the bite of the rope as the wriggled against it. She knew she was helpless, but when she felt his tongue touch her clit, her world collapsed. Her body felt feverish. Goosebumps erupted upon every inch of her. She strained to keep her eyes open, to watch him, but of their own accord, they closed whenever the tiniest touch from his wet tongue ran the length of her labia, pausing at her clit to suck and nibble, and then back down the other side.
He chuckled to himself as he put the fork away. Then picking up the knife, he so softly touched the tip of it to her nipple, causing her to jerk just a bit.
“Calm yourself. This knife has no sharp point. You know I wouldn’t risk undue harm to you, my pet.”
He kept the point at her nipple, pressing ever so slightly, until he could feel her body relaxing. It was only then that he had leaned in, unable to resist, and take his first taste. What was supposed to be only a sampling, though, quickly became his lips melting into her pussy, and her pussy responding in kind. Every lap of his tongue brought gutteral moans from the depths of his soul. He growled into her repeatedly, forcing his tongue as deep inside of her as it would go. His vibrations sent shivers throughout her body as she came instantly. Shen he pulled away, he delighted to see stickly, silvery strands of her juices linking his lips from hers. Incensed, he bit into her thigh, drawing a loud gasp from her. Her back arched, and she struggled to move closer to his lips again. He knew she needed more. He knew he did also. But he dared not overdo it so soon.
When she finally opened her eyes, following the subsiding of the electricity from his easting of her and his subsequent rabid biting of her thighs. She was breathing hard. She thought about the bruising that she would have on her now. She could feel the intense heat radiating from her pussy. It was hitting all of her extremities and her chest, leaving it heaving and comforting. Her body was still tingling happily from the first orgasm that had unexpectedly hit her. But when she saw his face, with her juices smeared in his beard, giving a loving sheen to what was already the most handsome face that she knew, she melted and gave in to the feeling of the moment again. Such that when she felt him enter her with his fingers, and his lips close back around her slit, her screams sounded as a symphony in her own ears.
But a rabid banshee to his. He grinned as he redoubled his efforts. His fingers pounded deeper into her, curving to stroke the upper areas of her pussy as he traveled in and out of her. His lips were busy working her clit over, buzzing over it to send vibrations deeply into her. He felt her body continue spasming uncontrollably, even shaking against the table. Her moans had become more of a dull roar as her eyes fluttered and her mouth rambled incoherent things aimed at no one in particular.
“Uuhhhhhhnfffff….”
He quickly pulled his fingers out of her and muffled her cried by sticking them into her mouth. She instantly came back to herself, sucking them for all they were worth. She could taste her arousal, the work of him. He knew her body, and how to play it. He often called her his “instrument”, and she often agreed, because the sounds she made when he played her were unlike any she had ever heard before. As she sucked his fingers, she felt his tongue in a different place.
Her ass.
He removed his fingers from her mouth, and dug both hands into her buttocks to pull them apart. Though the resistance was challenging, he was able to insert his tongue inside of her sensitive hole rather quickly. Shen she felt him there, her thighs began the start of a deep tremble. She tried breathing deeply to maintain some semblance of control, but she knew that her attempts were futile. She could feel her pussy leaking onto his tongue, and those juices being carried into her ass as a lubricant for what was to come. Just the expectation of that moment was too much for her, and another orgasm wracked her body. She was helpless. He was in total control.
And as he forced his tongue farther inside of her, he felt his cock swelling again. He knew the time was right. Standing up, and without warning, he shoved his cock into her hard and fast. There, he thrust quick enough to build up the pressure that she needed to relax, and then pulled out and slid his cock against her bud. Replacing his cock with his fingers, he massaged and rubbed her pussy while his cockhead pressed intentionally against her ass. As her moans began to rise again, her resistance melted, and his cock head slipped inside of her. He knew that a few more moments would grant him the access that he needed to finally have his dinner. With a look of complete love on his face, he slapped his palm against her pussy, drawing more screams. The smacks and spanks sounded against the walls of the dining room. The stings and rubs drove her crazy. IN the commotion, he was suddenly lodged deeply inside of her ass, and was fucking her with slow, yet savage strokes.
It was only then that she caught his eyes, and held them. She refused to look away, even as the pleasure pulled at her. Even as his cock sped up, pounding her sensitive ass with reckless disregard. She held his eyes. Even while she could feel his control slipping. She felt his cock swelling, She knew what was next.
Now it was his turn to scream. His entire body was vibrating. His muscles were tense. He was barely speaking now. It was his turn to be incoherent. His mind focused only on her. His body took the reigns.
She fought her bindings. She wanted more of him. She wanted what he had worked so hard to produce. She knew that she couldn’t move, but it didn’t stop her.
The table shook violently. The wood could be heard creaking and cracking. The flowers fell from the table and some fell onto her, decorating what was already a beautiful canvas even moreso.
His eyes crossed.
Her eyes closed tightly.
First came his orgasm. It was ragged. Even though her eyes were clenched tightly, she could feel the exertion of energy as she now felt his creamy semen coating the insides of her ass. She felt him spasming, jerking. She felt his heat, and how if drew into her own. She tightened her sphincter to milk him, but before long, she was cumming right along beside him. Hers was more relaxed, as she was already horribly tired.
He stayed there, within her, until he shrunk and fell from her tightness. He could still smell her, yet now she was mixed with him. As it should be. They had become one.
After untying her, they lay in bed observing her new markings.
She told him how beautiful she felt.
He confirmed how beautiful she was.
And he thanked her for cooking dinner.
“Hmmm”, she said to herself.
Turning her head as much as possible, she saw floral arrangements flanking either side of her body. It all smelled of lavender. His favorite. Then she noticed no other place setting at the table. Just one. His.
He walked slowly toward the table, taking great care to remark on how lovely the arrangements were. He toyed with his knife and fork a bit, making a great show of describing how much he was looking forward to using his utensils for dinner. Then he sat down and took in a deep breath. The smell of her scent accosted his nostrils, creating the kind of hunger in him that regular food had never been able to satisfy. As he tied his napkin around his neck and scooted his chair as closely to the table as he could, he picked up his fork and wordlessly ran it along the inside of her thigh. Starting from her knee, he travelled up ever so slowly upward, pressing the prongs deep enough against her supple flesh to create the divots telling the tale of where he had been. He did not want to scratch her skin, no. He loved the smoothness of it too much.
At first the points of the fork had come as a surprise. She had yelped, but then quickly remembered her place as his dinner. Yes, it had all become clear to her now. What surprised her even more was how much she quickly began to love the thrill of the fork coming up her thigh. It was thrilling. Her voice caught in her throat several times as it got closer..closer to her labia. The few times that he had even placed the cold steel against her heated spots, she had gasped against her will. She felt the bite of the rope as the wriggled against it. She knew she was helpless, but when she felt his tongue touch her clit, her world collapsed. Her body felt feverish. Goosebumps erupted upon every inch of her. She strained to keep her eyes open, to watch him, but of their own accord, they closed whenever the tiniest touch from his wet tongue ran the length of her labia, pausing at her clit to suck and nibble, and then back down the other side.
He chuckled to himself as he put the fork away. Then picking up the knife, he so softly touched the tip of it to her nipple, causing her to jerk just a bit.
“Calm yourself. This knife has no sharp point. You know I wouldn’t risk undue harm to you, my pet.”
He kept the point at her nipple, pressing ever so slightly, until he could feel her body relaxing. It was only then that he had leaned in, unable to resist, and take his first taste. What was supposed to be only a sampling, though, quickly became his lips melting into her pussy, and her pussy responding in kind. Every lap of his tongue brought gutteral moans from the depths of his soul. He growled into her repeatedly, forcing his tongue as deep inside of her as it would go. His vibrations sent shivers throughout her body as she came instantly. Shen he pulled away, he delighted to see stickly, silvery strands of her juices linking his lips from hers. Incensed, he bit into her thigh, drawing a loud gasp from her. Her back arched, and she struggled to move closer to his lips again. He knew she needed more. He knew he did also. But he dared not overdo it so soon.
When she finally opened her eyes, following the subsiding of the electricity from his easting of her and his subsequent rabid biting of her thighs. She was breathing hard. She thought about the bruising that she would have on her now. She could feel the intense heat radiating from her pussy. It was hitting all of her extremities and her chest, leaving it heaving and comforting. Her body was still tingling happily from the first orgasm that had unexpectedly hit her. But when she saw his face, with her juices smeared in his beard, giving a loving sheen to what was already the most handsome face that she knew, she melted and gave in to the feeling of the moment again. Such that when she felt him enter her with his fingers, and his lips close back around her slit, her screams sounded as a symphony in her own ears.
But a rabid banshee to his. He grinned as he redoubled his efforts. His fingers pounded deeper into her, curving to stroke the upper areas of her pussy as he traveled in and out of her. His lips were busy working her clit over, buzzing over it to send vibrations deeply into her. He felt her body continue spasming uncontrollably, even shaking against the table. Her moans had become more of a dull roar as her eyes fluttered and her mouth rambled incoherent things aimed at no one in particular.
“Uuhhhhhhnfffff….”
He quickly pulled his fingers out of her and muffled her cried by sticking them into her mouth. She instantly came back to herself, sucking them for all they were worth. She could taste her arousal, the work of him. He knew her body, and how to play it. He often called her his “instrument”, and she often agreed, because the sounds she made when he played her were unlike any she had ever heard before. As she sucked his fingers, she felt his tongue in a different place.
Her ass.
He removed his fingers from her mouth, and dug both hands into her buttocks to pull them apart. Though the resistance was challenging, he was able to insert his tongue inside of her sensitive hole rather quickly. Shen she felt him there, her thighs began the start of a deep tremble. She tried breathing deeply to maintain some semblance of control, but she knew that her attempts were futile. She could feel her pussy leaking onto his tongue, and those juices being carried into her ass as a lubricant for what was to come. Just the expectation of that moment was too much for her, and another orgasm wracked her body. She was helpless. He was in total control.
And as he forced his tongue farther inside of her, he felt his cock swelling again. He knew the time was right. Standing up, and without warning, he shoved his cock into her hard and fast. There, he thrust quick enough to build up the pressure that she needed to relax, and then pulled out and slid his cock against her bud. Replacing his cock with his fingers, he massaged and rubbed her pussy while his cockhead pressed intentionally against her ass. As her moans began to rise again, her resistance melted, and his cock head slipped inside of her. He knew that a few more moments would grant him the access that he needed to finally have his dinner. With a look of complete love on his face, he slapped his palm against her pussy, drawing more screams. The smacks and spanks sounded against the walls of the dining room. The stings and rubs drove her crazy. IN the commotion, he was suddenly lodged deeply inside of her ass, and was fucking her with slow, yet savage strokes.
It was only then that she caught his eyes, and held them. She refused to look away, even as the pleasure pulled at her. Even as his cock sped up, pounding her sensitive ass with reckless disregard. She held his eyes. Even while she could feel his control slipping. She felt his cock swelling, She knew what was next.
Now it was his turn to scream. His entire body was vibrating. His muscles were tense. He was barely speaking now. It was his turn to be incoherent. His mind focused only on her. His body took the reigns.
She fought her bindings. She wanted more of him. She wanted what he had worked so hard to produce. She knew that she couldn’t move, but it didn’t stop her.
The table shook violently. The wood could be heard creaking and cracking. The flowers fell from the table and some fell onto her, decorating what was already a beautiful canvas even moreso.
His eyes crossed.
Her eyes closed tightly.
First came his orgasm. It was ragged. Even though her eyes were clenched tightly, she could feel the exertion of energy as she now felt his creamy semen coating the insides of her ass. She felt him spasming, jerking. She felt his heat, and how if drew into her own. She tightened her sphincter to milk him, but before long, she was cumming right along beside him. Hers was more relaxed, as she was already horribly tired.
He stayed there, within her, until he shrunk and fell from her tightness. He could still smell her, yet now she was mixed with him. As it should be. They had become one.
After untying her, they lay in bed observing her new markings.
She told him how beautiful she felt.
He confirmed how beautiful she was.
And he thanked her for cooking dinner.
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Oh my!
I mean ... wow.
Umm ...
Really, just ... wow.
Oh my.
I mean ... wow.
Umm ...
Really, just ... wow.
Oh my.
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#want
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SquirtnBrat
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Hahaha! I like the comment about seeing past the innocent face... Or voice anyways....
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“Aphrodite.”
“Hmm?”, you replied while you looked at yourself in the mirror.
“You remind me of Aphrodite.”, I said matter-of-factly, while sitting up on my elbows staring at you.
“So….you’ve met the Greek goddess of love in some other life, huh?” you turned and said with a wink, before going back about your business of getting ready for work.
I laughed aloud, before scooting hurriedly from the bed to get behind you before you could put on your robe.
“No..”, I said in between running my hands up your arms to your shoulders, “I have not seen Aphrodite in years, but I DO have a degree in mythology, so I think I should know what I’m talking about.”
I felt you shudder in my hands as my lips bit playfully into your shoulders. The taste of your skin was something that I had grown to crave. While we had just finished our ritual of welcoming the new day through sexual encounter, I felt the hunger returning quickly, rising with brisk heat.
“I call you Aphrodite because looking at you just now, your curly, unruly hair hanging, your neck so elegantly presented. The way that your body curves from waist into supple hips. You are enchanting. Aphrodite was the very image of fantasy. Her presence alone was enough to incite men to frenzy. She was untamed, wild...you.”, I continued.
You turned to face me, and met my words with a kiss. The feel of your lips always felt like the first time. My hands slid around your naked waist, and I pulled you in closer but even that was not enough. Our bodies pressed against one another, and the heat created quickly escalated into hands roaming between us. Grabbing.
Urging.
Breathlessly, you pulled away with a wry grin and walked over to the bed. Slowly. Knowing that my eyes were watching the switch of your hips and the fluid motion of your body. Knowing that I was now fully erect, but hesitant, because I sometimes adore the drama of the denial.
Knowing that I can not resist you in any form.
I watched as you climbed upon the bed. You there, on your hands and knees, wiggling your ass back at me. Then you turned your head and stared at me with those eyes.
You laid your head down into the sheets, and whispered so softly that I almost missed it.
“Your goddess summons you.”
Before I knew it, my feet were moving me toward you. I could smell you. And me on you. In you. It was still there from earlier. And as I knelt behind you, and my lips found your still swollen lips, the taste of us was intense. From the first touch of my tongue into your hole, I went mindless. Rolling up and down your slit, sucking on your clit and sliding a finger inside of you, my body was on autopilot. The one resounding thought pounding through my chest into my actions was simple. I did not simply want to make you cum. I wanted to take your body and ruin it for anything else aside from fucking me for the rest of the day.
So as my tongue slid in and out of you, the remnants of our last orgasm together took me to my peaceful place. My hands gripped your ass and spread your buttocks far apart. Tasting your ass caused my cock to rage hard against my thigh.
I didn’t try to hide my moans. Instead, I released them into you, mixing vibrations from my voice with the actions from my tongue and fingers. I pressed my mouth harder against you, my tongue now fluidly running between your pussy and ass. I wanted to please my goddess.
Not only did your moans tell me that I was doing my job, but also the wetness that was not running from your pussy down my chin, and dripping onto the bed beneath us. It had done from simple moist droplets to a constant flow of delicious cream that was uncontainable in its copiousness. I could feel your body trembling. And then I felt you tense. But at no time did I ever stop fucking you with my fingers and my tongue. I wanted to bring you beyond the plateau and keep you on the high, and so I redoubled my efforts. Mentally, I kept track with everything happening in that moment.
“One. Two. Three.”
As I felt you slump heavily against the bed, I ran my fingertips across your back, up to your neck, and then down onto your buttocks. I quickly slid a finger deep inside of your pussy and pulled it back out for a taste, before turning you over to look at me.
Your face was radiant. Your hair was now even more unruly, but framed your face in such a way that my lips were again drawn to yours. The kiss was desperate. I felt your tongue running over my lips trying to taste the good work that I had just done. Taking your head into my heads, I grabbed a handful of your hair and tilted your head back, allowing me access to your neck. As I sank my teeth into your delicate flesh, a loud gasp filled the room, followed by a deep, relaxed moan. I sucked at your neck and bit it. Kissed it.
While my hands gripped your hair, my other fingers found your pussy once again, delving deeply inside of you repeatedly. The sweet, squishy sounds filled my ears and urged me onward. I wanted more from you. You would give it, but I was so aroused that I could feel my own body vibrating with need. I could feel your heightened passions.
I could smell your satisfaction.
It was all too much for me. My lips tasted your breasts and nipples as my fingers fucked you faster.
My palm spanked your clit hard. Harder.
You grunted, and began to grind your hips down onto my fingers.
My lips found your ears and whispered,
“Cum for me, Goddess.”
A wail filled the room. It started low, but quickly amplified in sound and urgency to the point where it assaulted my ears by its shrieking and blaring. Your body was arched into a bridge. Your eyes were closed tight and your mouth stretched into an impossible shape. You were red.
And trembling. Struggling to take each successive breath.
But still my fingers raged inside of you. And you gasped and gaped and grunted.
“Four. Five…..Six”
Finally unable to take more, you pulled yourself away from my fingers. And pulled them into your mouth. I moaned as I felt your tongue cleaning yourself from me.
I stood transfixed as the skill of your tongue on my fingers soon became the skill of your mouth on my cock. Using no hands. You ran your tongue along the ridge of my cock head with great tenderness. Almost reverence. You caught the tiny drops of precum that remained from my earlier consumption of you, and I heard your tiny moans as the taste of me again met you with welcoming wonder. I stood there with my hands by my side as you worked your tongue up and over, then on the underside , and finally I groaned deeply when you sucked me into your mouth and wiggled toward me to engulf all of me into your mouth. I felt the head of my cock touch your throat, and my hips jerked forward without warning. You tensed immediately, and then relaxed, and I could feel the obstacle move away as you welcomed me into the tight confines of your throat.
Your cheeks ballooned as you held me there. I dared not move one bit. I knew the drill. Your eyes were closed. You were savoring this moment as much as I was. I felt your suction. Then I felt your hands quickly snake forward and grab my ass. You not only pulled my cheeks apart, but you also forced me closer into your mouth, until my balls were resting against your chin, and the tight spirals of my pubic hair nuzzled your face. You were fucking yourself with my cock, and I moaned in appreciation. My hands now found your hair again, entangling themselves into it. I pulled all of my cock out of your mouth to your protest, and then I slid only the tip onto your tongue.
“Taste me, Goddess”, I panted, and then took my shaft in my hands and started slowly pumping it back and forth.
Your open mouth kept my cock warm. Your tongue wiggled on the underside of my head. My eyes closed and my head fell back as I stroked my cock to full erection, and the familiar tingle began to work it’s way forward, bringing with it the sweet drops of precum that fell onto your tongue. With my other hand in your hair, I pulled myself forward. I took my hand off of my cock and used your mouth the way you wanted me to. You gripped my ass, even sliding a finger around to tease my asshole, knowing what the outcome would be.
I growled and pumped forward with malice. You laid there, perfectly happy, applying more and more suction as you felt my throbbing cock grow more engorged. It has always marvelled me how you seem to always know the exact moment of my eruption, for you opened your mouth wider, and allowed me greater access to your throat. The sound of my cock hitting your throat, and its subsequent breaking and reforming of suction became too much. Drool cascaded out of your mouth with every withdrawal of my cock. That drool quickly became white and thick as I released my second orgasm of the morning into your throat. My hips bucked, pushing your finger into my ass. I roared, losing myself. Eyes closed.
And then I collapsed onto the bed, laughing like a madman.
You snuggled up beside me and I felt you kiss my cheek, as you whispered,
“So, am I going to work today after all?”
“Hmm?”, you replied while you looked at yourself in the mirror.
“You remind me of Aphrodite.”, I said matter-of-factly, while sitting up on my elbows staring at you.
“So….you’ve met the Greek goddess of love in some other life, huh?” you turned and said with a wink, before going back about your business of getting ready for work.
I laughed aloud, before scooting hurriedly from the bed to get behind you before you could put on your robe.
“No..”, I said in between running my hands up your arms to your shoulders, “I have not seen Aphrodite in years, but I DO have a degree in mythology, so I think I should know what I’m talking about.”
I felt you shudder in my hands as my lips bit playfully into your shoulders. The taste of your skin was something that I had grown to crave. While we had just finished our ritual of welcoming the new day through sexual encounter, I felt the hunger returning quickly, rising with brisk heat.
“I call you Aphrodite because looking at you just now, your curly, unruly hair hanging, your neck so elegantly presented. The way that your body curves from waist into supple hips. You are enchanting. Aphrodite was the very image of fantasy. Her presence alone was enough to incite men to frenzy. She was untamed, wild...you.”, I continued.
You turned to face me, and met my words with a kiss. The feel of your lips always felt like the first time. My hands slid around your naked waist, and I pulled you in closer but even that was not enough. Our bodies pressed against one another, and the heat created quickly escalated into hands roaming between us. Grabbing.
Urging.
Breathlessly, you pulled away with a wry grin and walked over to the bed. Slowly. Knowing that my eyes were watching the switch of your hips and the fluid motion of your body. Knowing that I was now fully erect, but hesitant, because I sometimes adore the drama of the denial.
Knowing that I can not resist you in any form.
I watched as you climbed upon the bed. You there, on your hands and knees, wiggling your ass back at me. Then you turned your head and stared at me with those eyes.
You laid your head down into the sheets, and whispered so softly that I almost missed it.
“Your goddess summons you.”
Before I knew it, my feet were moving me toward you. I could smell you. And me on you. In you. It was still there from earlier. And as I knelt behind you, and my lips found your still swollen lips, the taste of us was intense. From the first touch of my tongue into your hole, I went mindless. Rolling up and down your slit, sucking on your clit and sliding a finger inside of you, my body was on autopilot. The one resounding thought pounding through my chest into my actions was simple. I did not simply want to make you cum. I wanted to take your body and ruin it for anything else aside from fucking me for the rest of the day.
So as my tongue slid in and out of you, the remnants of our last orgasm together took me to my peaceful place. My hands gripped your ass and spread your buttocks far apart. Tasting your ass caused my cock to rage hard against my thigh.
I didn’t try to hide my moans. Instead, I released them into you, mixing vibrations from my voice with the actions from my tongue and fingers. I pressed my mouth harder against you, my tongue now fluidly running between your pussy and ass. I wanted to please my goddess.
Not only did your moans tell me that I was doing my job, but also the wetness that was not running from your pussy down my chin, and dripping onto the bed beneath us. It had done from simple moist droplets to a constant flow of delicious cream that was uncontainable in its copiousness. I could feel your body trembling. And then I felt you tense. But at no time did I ever stop fucking you with my fingers and my tongue. I wanted to bring you beyond the plateau and keep you on the high, and so I redoubled my efforts. Mentally, I kept track with everything happening in that moment.
“One. Two. Three.”
As I felt you slump heavily against the bed, I ran my fingertips across your back, up to your neck, and then down onto your buttocks. I quickly slid a finger deep inside of your pussy and pulled it back out for a taste, before turning you over to look at me.
Your face was radiant. Your hair was now even more unruly, but framed your face in such a way that my lips were again drawn to yours. The kiss was desperate. I felt your tongue running over my lips trying to taste the good work that I had just done. Taking your head into my heads, I grabbed a handful of your hair and tilted your head back, allowing me access to your neck. As I sank my teeth into your delicate flesh, a loud gasp filled the room, followed by a deep, relaxed moan. I sucked at your neck and bit it. Kissed it.
While my hands gripped your hair, my other fingers found your pussy once again, delving deeply inside of you repeatedly. The sweet, squishy sounds filled my ears and urged me onward. I wanted more from you. You would give it, but I was so aroused that I could feel my own body vibrating with need. I could feel your heightened passions.
I could smell your satisfaction.
It was all too much for me. My lips tasted your breasts and nipples as my fingers fucked you faster.
My palm spanked your clit hard. Harder.
You grunted, and began to grind your hips down onto my fingers.
My lips found your ears and whispered,
“Cum for me, Goddess.”
A wail filled the room. It started low, but quickly amplified in sound and urgency to the point where it assaulted my ears by its shrieking and blaring. Your body was arched into a bridge. Your eyes were closed tight and your mouth stretched into an impossible shape. You were red.
And trembling. Struggling to take each successive breath.
But still my fingers raged inside of you. And you gasped and gaped and grunted.
“Four. Five…..Six”
Finally unable to take more, you pulled yourself away from my fingers. And pulled them into your mouth. I moaned as I felt your tongue cleaning yourself from me.
I stood transfixed as the skill of your tongue on my fingers soon became the skill of your mouth on my cock. Using no hands. You ran your tongue along the ridge of my cock head with great tenderness. Almost reverence. You caught the tiny drops of precum that remained from my earlier consumption of you, and I heard your tiny moans as the taste of me again met you with welcoming wonder. I stood there with my hands by my side as you worked your tongue up and over, then on the underside , and finally I groaned deeply when you sucked me into your mouth and wiggled toward me to engulf all of me into your mouth. I felt the head of my cock touch your throat, and my hips jerked forward without warning. You tensed immediately, and then relaxed, and I could feel the obstacle move away as you welcomed me into the tight confines of your throat.
Your cheeks ballooned as you held me there. I dared not move one bit. I knew the drill. Your eyes were closed. You were savoring this moment as much as I was. I felt your suction. Then I felt your hands quickly snake forward and grab my ass. You not only pulled my cheeks apart, but you also forced me closer into your mouth, until my balls were resting against your chin, and the tight spirals of my pubic hair nuzzled your face. You were fucking yourself with my cock, and I moaned in appreciation. My hands now found your hair again, entangling themselves into it. I pulled all of my cock out of your mouth to your protest, and then I slid only the tip onto your tongue.
“Taste me, Goddess”, I panted, and then took my shaft in my hands and started slowly pumping it back and forth.
Your open mouth kept my cock warm. Your tongue wiggled on the underside of my head. My eyes closed and my head fell back as I stroked my cock to full erection, and the familiar tingle began to work it’s way forward, bringing with it the sweet drops of precum that fell onto your tongue. With my other hand in your hair, I pulled myself forward. I took my hand off of my cock and used your mouth the way you wanted me to. You gripped my ass, even sliding a finger around to tease my asshole, knowing what the outcome would be.
I growled and pumped forward with malice. You laid there, perfectly happy, applying more and more suction as you felt my throbbing cock grow more engorged. It has always marvelled me how you seem to always know the exact moment of my eruption, for you opened your mouth wider, and allowed me greater access to your throat. The sound of my cock hitting your throat, and its subsequent breaking and reforming of suction became too much. Drool cascaded out of your mouth with every withdrawal of my cock. That drool quickly became white and thick as I released my second orgasm of the morning into your throat. My hips bucked, pushing your finger into my ass. I roared, losing myself. Eyes closed.
And then I collapsed onto the bed, laughing like a madman.
You snuggled up beside me and I felt you kiss my cheek, as you whispered,
“So, am I going to work today after all?”
SquirtnBrat
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Mmmmmm...oral, clit spankings, and delicious banter. Sexiest thing I have read in a while. Thank you for sharing!!
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Thank you
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Instead of replying with words, I pulled you back closer against me, being sure to press the hardness of my cock against your ass to drive home a point. You moaned and pressed back a bit more, until my cock was resting comfortably between your buttocks. Then happily, contentedly, I fell asleep.
I had the best dream. You were masterfully working my cock in your mouth. Your lips were pursed, and your tongue swirled around the tip of my cock, then down my shaft while you bobbed your head rapidly. The sounds of your slurping were as a symphony of sex in my ears, and your moans only added to the perfect soundtrack playing in my mind. I could feel my body giving, yet instead of finishing me in your mouth, you straddled me, taking me into your swollen, wet cunt quickly, and in one stroke.
Then I woke up..
And saw you staring at me while you bounced on my cock and ground your pelvis down hard on me. Your thighs were spread wide, inviting me to participate in what was happening. Though still groggy, I quickly came to myself and rubbed my thumb against your bulging clitoris. The action caused your thighs to clamp down, and a delicious shiver ran through your body. Your eyes closed and when they opened again, I felt the familiar rush of liquid down my shaft, and could very well see you having a tremendous orgasm. You set your feet against my chest to provide more leverage, and you lifted yourself higher onto my cock, before dropping back down hard onto me. The slickness of your pussy provided ample lube, and while it felt wild, I knew that there was a method to your madness.
My hands found your hips and dug into them, needing something to hold on to. You slammed down onto me again and again, leaving wet, sticky trails of post-orgasmic juices in a line against my brown cock. It made the veins in my shaft even more pronounced, and as I lifted my hips to meet your downward slams, your moans turned into yelps. Your eyes still closed, your hair wild and flailing over your face, we fucked this way for what seemed like ages.
Then you steadied yourself. Your legs left my chest, and straddled my hips. Your hands were tight against my chest. I pushed the hair out of your face and cupped it, while our lips met again. They tasted as sweet as ever, and I became so lost in your lips that I almost missed the feel of your hands stroking my cock. So wet it was, that your hands slid easily from top to bottom. Your grip was strong and sure. Intentful.
Purposeful.
And I discovered that purpose when I felt you pressing the tip of my cock against the tiny bud of your ass. When I tried to lift my head to help you, you wordlessly shook your head and pushed my head back against the pillows again, covering my mouth in the process. Evidently this was your show, and I was merely a prop in it.
The tip of my cock connecting with your ass was electric. I felt my body jerk in response. My hips tried to lift, but you held me down and continued taking your time. You rubbed your ass against the tip, teasing me. Frustrating me. My cock throbbed so hard that it was beginning to hurt. My hunger was full and free, but you denied me my meal. A mix of desire and anger swelled within me, causing a lust to run so deep down into my bones that I grunted and tried sitting up again. You gave a chuckle only, and continued your tease. Stroking my cock and rubbing my tip with your ass.
Only then did you slowly back against me, and I felt your tiny hole begin to stretch. Your eyes were closed and your breathing became deep and heavy. Your head leaned back, as if you were in a trance. A low moan started from your deep within you and came from your lips. It was as erotic a sound as I had ever heard.
Harder and harder you pressed. As my tip fully entered you, you paused and smiled a huge grin. Your body was shaking. It was then that you grabbed my hands and placed them on your buttocks. When I grabbed both of them and spread them wide apart, you bucked and more of me entered your tight space. Still wet, sliding into your ass was very welcoming for me, and I thrust my hips just a bit more, feeling my shaft began its entrance. My moans met yours. Your hands were now on your breasts, pulling your nipples and caressing your own body. Loving your body as the feelings and emotions of this moment were traveling throughout your being. It was then that I knew you were giving me free reign.
Pulling your buttocks farther apart, I thrust upward again. Your body slid forward onto me. Your breasts pressed against my chest as you kissed me. Your nipples jutted out and stabbed into me, but I enjoyed the sensation. With a final thrust, I slid balls deep into your ass, and I was perfectly still. I knew that you usually could cum just from anal penetration alone, and true to form, your body began vibrating as if it were just waking up from a deep slumber. Slowly my thrusts became regular.
Deep. Long. Slow.
Repeatedly delving into the deepness of your ass. Your words becoming unintelligible. A mix of sounds and expressions of animal lust. Your nails dug into my check. My hand left your buttocks to cup and cradle my cock. They found new homes as I pulled your hair, forcing you to sit up against me, pushing my cock even deeper. My heels dug into the bed and I pushed up and into you in a steady rhythm now.
My other hand found your throat, and when I grabbed it, I forced you to look at me.
My gaze was unflinching. Unyielding. It was strong and forceful. This was the moment that you craved. Your hips began to undulate to the rhythm that I had established until it became our harmony, a song born out of equal parts want and need.
Every thrust brought greater desperation. My hands at your throat, and in your hair, made me rabid. Your body tensing. You, absolutely radiant as you took me, and drained my power.
Finally my breath caught. Your eyes had been rolling back in your head for some time now. I’d lost count of your orgasms, but you’d assisted them on by fingering your pussy rapidly. By grabbing my balls tenaciously with your free hand, you had only accelerated the inevitable.
My orgasm was violent. The bucking against you was vicious. Every muscle in my body strained, and my brow was wet with sweat from the effort. You ground down against me one last time, pulling forth all of the semen that you could. Some mix of screaming and grunting filled air that was now firmly saturated with the smells of a good fuck.
In the aftermath, you stayed there until I slipped harmlessly out of you. Mustering the strength that I had left, I pulled your ass to my tongue and licked you there. Tasting what I’d left, so that I could share it with you.
And I did.
And you purred.
And we finally slept.
And you never made it to work, Goddess.
I had the best dream. You were masterfully working my cock in your mouth. Your lips were pursed, and your tongue swirled around the tip of my cock, then down my shaft while you bobbed your head rapidly. The sounds of your slurping were as a symphony of sex in my ears, and your moans only added to the perfect soundtrack playing in my mind. I could feel my body giving, yet instead of finishing me in your mouth, you straddled me, taking me into your swollen, wet cunt quickly, and in one stroke.
Then I woke up..
And saw you staring at me while you bounced on my cock and ground your pelvis down hard on me. Your thighs were spread wide, inviting me to participate in what was happening. Though still groggy, I quickly came to myself and rubbed my thumb against your bulging clitoris. The action caused your thighs to clamp down, and a delicious shiver ran through your body. Your eyes closed and when they opened again, I felt the familiar rush of liquid down my shaft, and could very well see you having a tremendous orgasm. You set your feet against my chest to provide more leverage, and you lifted yourself higher onto my cock, before dropping back down hard onto me. The slickness of your pussy provided ample lube, and while it felt wild, I knew that there was a method to your madness.
My hands found your hips and dug into them, needing something to hold on to. You slammed down onto me again and again, leaving wet, sticky trails of post-orgasmic juices in a line against my brown cock. It made the veins in my shaft even more pronounced, and as I lifted my hips to meet your downward slams, your moans turned into yelps. Your eyes still closed, your hair wild and flailing over your face, we fucked this way for what seemed like ages.
Then you steadied yourself. Your legs left my chest, and straddled my hips. Your hands were tight against my chest. I pushed the hair out of your face and cupped it, while our lips met again. They tasted as sweet as ever, and I became so lost in your lips that I almost missed the feel of your hands stroking my cock. So wet it was, that your hands slid easily from top to bottom. Your grip was strong and sure. Intentful.
Purposeful.
And I discovered that purpose when I felt you pressing the tip of my cock against the tiny bud of your ass. When I tried to lift my head to help you, you wordlessly shook your head and pushed my head back against the pillows again, covering my mouth in the process. Evidently this was your show, and I was merely a prop in it.
The tip of my cock connecting with your ass was electric. I felt my body jerk in response. My hips tried to lift, but you held me down and continued taking your time. You rubbed your ass against the tip, teasing me. Frustrating me. My cock throbbed so hard that it was beginning to hurt. My hunger was full and free, but you denied me my meal. A mix of desire and anger swelled within me, causing a lust to run so deep down into my bones that I grunted and tried sitting up again. You gave a chuckle only, and continued your tease. Stroking my cock and rubbing my tip with your ass.
Only then did you slowly back against me, and I felt your tiny hole begin to stretch. Your eyes were closed and your breathing became deep and heavy. Your head leaned back, as if you were in a trance. A low moan started from your deep within you and came from your lips. It was as erotic a sound as I had ever heard.
Harder and harder you pressed. As my tip fully entered you, you paused and smiled a huge grin. Your body was shaking. It was then that you grabbed my hands and placed them on your buttocks. When I grabbed both of them and spread them wide apart, you bucked and more of me entered your tight space. Still wet, sliding into your ass was very welcoming for me, and I thrust my hips just a bit more, feeling my shaft began its entrance. My moans met yours. Your hands were now on your breasts, pulling your nipples and caressing your own body. Loving your body as the feelings and emotions of this moment were traveling throughout your being. It was then that I knew you were giving me free reign.
Pulling your buttocks farther apart, I thrust upward again. Your body slid forward onto me. Your breasts pressed against my chest as you kissed me. Your nipples jutted out and stabbed into me, but I enjoyed the sensation. With a final thrust, I slid balls deep into your ass, and I was perfectly still. I knew that you usually could cum just from anal penetration alone, and true to form, your body began vibrating as if it were just waking up from a deep slumber. Slowly my thrusts became regular.
Deep. Long. Slow.
Repeatedly delving into the deepness of your ass. Your words becoming unintelligible. A mix of sounds and expressions of animal lust. Your nails dug into my check. My hand left your buttocks to cup and cradle my cock. They found new homes as I pulled your hair, forcing you to sit up against me, pushing my cock even deeper. My heels dug into the bed and I pushed up and into you in a steady rhythm now.
My other hand found your throat, and when I grabbed it, I forced you to look at me.
My gaze was unflinching. Unyielding. It was strong and forceful. This was the moment that you craved. Your hips began to undulate to the rhythm that I had established until it became our harmony, a song born out of equal parts want and need.
Every thrust brought greater desperation. My hands at your throat, and in your hair, made me rabid. Your body tensing. You, absolutely radiant as you took me, and drained my power.
Finally my breath caught. Your eyes had been rolling back in your head for some time now. I’d lost count of your orgasms, but you’d assisted them on by fingering your pussy rapidly. By grabbing my balls tenaciously with your free hand, you had only accelerated the inevitable.
My orgasm was violent. The bucking against you was vicious. Every muscle in my body strained, and my brow was wet with sweat from the effort. You ground down against me one last time, pulling forth all of the semen that you could. Some mix of screaming and grunting filled air that was now firmly saturated with the smells of a good fuck.
In the aftermath, you stayed there until I slipped harmlessly out of you. Mustering the strength that I had left, I pulled your ass to my tongue and licked you there. Tasting what I’d left, so that I could share it with you.
And I did.
And you purred.
And we finally slept.
And you never made it to work, Goddess.
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I can't breathe. That was amazing, sir.
Glad I made you happy!
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Hey Tali! Haven't seen you around these parts!
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Sometimes I wat to start again.
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