We were running late - which was typical. The bathroom was sticky and steamy as I stepped in to brush my teeth. He had the shower going already, hotter than I could stand it, and he was getting undressed. I frowned as the humidity clung to my freshly towel-dried skin - I should've waited until he was done to come back in, I thought, I'd never be able to fix my hair in this soggy, moist air.
I felt a hand on my ass and turned around with a smile. After living together over a year and a half, my nakedness usually goes unnoticed by B. but today he was eyeing me appreciatively as my heavy breasts swung over the sink as I brushed my teeth. I finished with that and turned around to notice my physical appearance was having a slight affect on other areas as well.
Pleased with his admiration, I stepped forward and pulled him against me, our mouths finding each other's in a heated kiss. The shower hissed behind us as the mirror fogged up and the steam made breathing a little more difficult. I felt his "appreciation" grow against the heat that was starting to emanate from between my legs. Our kisses became harder, more insistent, as our hands traced long sweeps across each other's moist bodies.
"I want you," I whimpered in his ear, my hand reaching down and grabbing his now full erection. He didn't say a word but pulled away and pulled me from the bathroom and towards the bedroom. The snap of cool air as we stepped out of the steamy bathroom was delightful.
As we came into the bedroom I stepped ahead of him and crawled onto the end of the bed, sticking my ass up in the air and wiggling it enticingly in front of him.
"Like this?" I asked, turning around to give him a wicked smile.
He answered by stepping up and sliding inside of me in one full motion. It'd been awhile since we'd gone at if from this angle, and I cried out as I felt him so deeply buried inside. He began to move, slow and deliberately as we both liked. He reached around me and his nimble fingers quickly found my burning clit. The second they brushed against it, I knew we weren't going to be doing this much longer.
He tickled my clit as and let me control the movements as I swiveled my hips and pushed back against him. It'd been too long since we'd last been together, and it all felt so good. I screamed as the orgasm rushed over me - taking me by surprise at its sudden appearance; there was no warning, I was moving and moaning, then I was cumming and screaming.
After it ended I pushed his hand away from my clit - too sensitive now. He grabbed my hips and pulled me back onto him fully and started pumping in and out of me, hard, a little faster than before. I screamed. I was still so sensitive from the orgasm that I almost couldn't stand his thrusting. Soon I heard his low moan and he dug his hands into my hips, trying, it seemed, to pull himself completely inside of me. I could feel his cock spasming inside of me, one of my favorite sensations and then he collapsed on my back.
Now if this were the reason we were always late, I wouldn't mind it one bit.
This nympho's sex life has been something akin to the Sahara Desert lately, folks - as you might have been able to tell from the lack of actual sex posts lately. So it brings me immense pleasure to bring you all a long awaited (by you and I) Sexcapade:
He popped open a bottle of red wine moments after we both walked in the door. It'd been a long day for me - work, leaving early for a doctor's appointment, going to the DMV, going to the pharmacy, pre-rush hour traffic. I was grateful for the warm, bittersweet liquid as it trickled down my throat. We sat at our computer desks - exactly opposite one another - idly chatting, sipping, and surfing as we did most afternoons.
"I need to go and take a bath," I said casually, as he poured me a second glass.
"I want to take a bath with you," he said, cocking a playful eyebrow up at me.
I was surprised. B., as previously noted here, is not known for his sex drive - if he even has one. Though in recent talks he has agreed that he needs to be more giving with the cock. So far, he's been living up to this goal nicely.
Delighted, I went and poured us a hot bubble bath, lighting the small bathroom up with candles and giving it a lovely, warm glow. He came in as I was undressing and playfully gave my nipple a little tweak, grinning at me affectionately. He climbed in and leaned back as I followed, lying back against him. We talked and giggled as he idly stroked my body, sometimes finding his way down to my clit. I leaned back further, turning my head and he met me in a hot and wet kiss. His finger was making delightful circles around my clit and I moaned around his tongue as I felt his cock growing hard against my backside.
Suddenly he broke away, "My god, baby," he said, "I can feel your wetness - even under the water."
I grinned, handing him my poof after I'd drizzled it with lavender-scented bath gel. He bathed me slowly and teasingly, spending extra time on my most sensitive areas. After that we grabbed my best friend, the hand-held shower nozzle, and he washed my hair - giving me a luxurious scalp massage. I was feeling good all over and could no longer control myself when he began nibbling on my most sensitive part - my neck.
I grabbed both sides of the tub and hauled myself up while he quickly slid directly under me. Slowly, I lowered myself down onto his waiting cock - my aching pussy literally quivering with desire. Both of us moaned as he slid in and I began with slow, circular movements that ground myself into him.
Realizing the shower nozzle was still going strong, I excitedly grabbed it and shot it straight on my clit.
"Can you feel that?" I asked, my own voice almost cracking from the intensity.
"No," he said, "But keep it on there if it feels good for you."
I have never had the chance before to combine my two favorite things - my hand-held shower massager and actual sex. I began riding him faster, the water lapping up just almost over the lip of the tub with a rhythmic whoosh as the massager pulsated a heavy stream of warm water right onto my clit. The effect was dizzying and I came almost immediately - crying out and almost losing my balance in the midst of it all. He pulled out of me and said he wanted to wait - and go at it again soon.
We ended up having company, and I went to bed early. But as I awoke in the a.m., I decided to try my luck a second time. I scooted closer to his warm body and kissed him lightly on the cheek. He smiled, though he kept his eyes closed.
"Baby," I whispered in my husky, just-woke-up voice. "Make love to me."
He moaned, and stretched out a hand that found my breast - nipple already hard. He breathed down my neck and nibbled on my ear as his hands caressed my body - always coming just inches from my pussy. This slow and deliberate teasing always gets me so worked up. Finally his mouth found my own and his fingers found my clit with the fast and sure skill that I love about him. I was moaning and suddenly begged him to be inside of me. I couldn't take this anymore.
He rolled on top of me and I wondered briefly when he'd had the time to take his boxers off. Without a moment's hesitation he was sliding inside of me. I cried out in utter delight, wrapping my legs around him and pulling him down fully on top of me. We began our dance and he slid his hands under my ass, lifting me up so that he could slide even deeper inside.
With such a good work-up beforehand, it didn't take me long - I felt it first as a warm tingling in my thighs, that spread up and over my stomach and turned into a heat all throughout my body. I screamed and clutched at him as it rose, throwing my mind into that realm of confusion and intense pleasure, and rode the wave out - it ebbed slowly and he finished himself off as I recovered from my own.
I think he's making up for lost time; and I have to say he's doing a damn good job of it.
Even though the setting was public and over-crowded, it seemed we were the only two people in the world. Had I inched any closer to his warm body, I'd of been in his lap. Our heads were bowed down and together, talking low and whispering indecent things into one another's ear. We had finished eating and it seemed that both of our minds were now on one thing only. The table offered no covering to hide any indecorous act we might wish to engage in, but my J. can be ingeniously surreptitious.
His breath was hot against my neck and his wet tongue so deft in my ear that I thought I might cum from the simple contemplation of such skill being employed elsewhere. Suddenly he took my hand and began to guide it towards that warm and hard spot between his legs. I pulled away, giving him an astonished look. How could we, my eyes asked, with all of these people around? Even though we sat in a corner of the room, there were crowded tables around us on two sides. The room was full of eyes that could turn our way and perceive our indecency at any given moment. "Trust me," he responded without ever speaking as I watched him rearrange his jacket as to make his nether region less visible.
He slowly undid his pants, watching my expression and glancing around to make sure we were not noticed all at once. I caught my breath as he pulled his magnificent cock into view. I am a cock connoisseur and it was pure delight to see one so fetching. My first instinct was to take that hard, smooth member and put it into my mouth - it begged to be bathed by my tongue and suckled with ardor. I could not, naturally, as hiding my head bobbing in his lap would have been ultimately impossible. Instead he took my hand again and led it back between his legs. I heard his soft moan as I wrapped my cool hand around his warm, throbbing cock. I began to stroke him, twisting only my wrist so that the obvious movements of my arm would not give us away.
What if were caught - what if someone sees us? The thoughts raced through my head as I stroked him. I felt worried, but the wetness in my pants indicated what the situation was truly doing to me.
"Wait," he told me suddenly. He took my hand, and cupping it, spit into it. I smiled, and when I placed my hand and went to work once more, I knew he wasn't far away from cumming. I was able to work my magic much better with the lubrication.
"I'm about to cum," he told me, leaning forward and crushing my lips with a passionate kiss. I could feel his mounting climax in his uncontrolled kiss and my hand picked up its speed. He moaned around our dueling tongues and I could feel his cock throbbing with his orgasm. Hot jizz dribbled over my fingers as I squeezed the last drops from him.
I pulled my shaking hand away, grabbing napkins from the table, and glancing around furtively - suddenly once more aware of my surroundings. I handed him a napkin so he could clean himself, but I doubted there was anyway to wipe the grin from his face.
Oh, it's been way too long!
It had been a lazy day all around. The golden autumn afternoon had been filled with honeyed talk and the light amber cool of cheap Chardonnay. We wandered outside to enjoy the fading light and the growing chill to the air, our eyes heavy and drooping as the setting sun.
I wandered back inside. It was darker inside, the only light was a washed-out pale gray shining through the slats in the blinds. I lay down right there on the floor, the new carpet thick and lush underneath me. I soon felt him lie down beside me, wrapping an arm around and pulling me closer to him. His warm breath on my neck made butterflies flutter in my stomach. I soon heard his rhythmic breathing and knew that he had dozed off. I found myself lulled into a light slumber as well as the light around us grew dimmer.
I slept only for a few minutes, but when I opened my eyes the room was darker. Some light still came in, but dusk was approaching. My movements awoke him and I felt the soft, wet of his lips on the back of my neck. I moaned, stretching my body and inching it even closer to his. His hand slipped under my shirt and I gasped as his fingers closed around my nipple, pinching it roughly. I pushed my ass back against him, feeling the hardness of his cock through his boxers. His moan drove me on, and I began rubbing my ass against him as he bit down harder on my neck.
Soon his hands had a new duty in mind, and I felt him pulling his boxers down with an urgency that made me even wetter. I rolled around to my other side so that I was facing him and scooted down so that his hard cock was right in front of my face.
"Oh, god," he moaned as I slid my lips over his cock and flicked my tongue over the head. That delicious little wine buzz I'd been experiencing all afternoon kicked into overdrive, and I found myself suckling and licking him with a fervor and intensity that had him crying out and pulling at my hair. It wasn't long before he was begging me to stop, afraid he would spill his seed before we had a chance to actually have sex.
I couldn't stop. I pushed him over on his back and went at it from a different angle, knowing this would slow down the rise to orgasm for him; for a few moments anyway. I climbed on top of him, running my hands up under his shirt and clawing at his chest. I was struck with a sudden urgency - I had to have him inside of me.
I slid up his body, licking his lips and moving down to nibble on his neck. I felt his hand down there, guiding his throbbing cock towards my pussy. "I want you inside of me," I purred in his ear. As I felt the head of his dick graze my lips, I quickly pushed and slid down on it - eliciting a long moan from the both of us.
Oh, there's nothing I like better than riding a man. Or perhaps, it's just that I love being in control. Either way, it was evident that neither of us was going to last long in this position. I started swiveling my hips and sliding up and down his dick with obvious delight. He grabbed my ass and quickly matched my movements. The room was almost completely dark now and the only sound was our low whimpers and noisy moans.
Every few moments we'd pause; he was having trouble keeping himself from going over the edge. Finally, I felt the rise begin inside of me and my movements fell into a deep and deliberate dance.
"I can't..stop...if you keep doing that," he panted, but I barely heard him. I was on a mission and my own orgasm was my goal. I knew that he would cum when I did. I cried out, picking up speed as I felt the first wave hit me - waves that rode up, each higher than the first, cresting into the next surge. I screamed - and then I felt him cumming. This was all I need to hit my peak. I could just barely feel him digging into my back, and his screams and cries seemed to match my own. But it was hazy - as if I were hearing it from some distant place somewhere above us.
And then it was over...as suddenly as it began. I found myself back in my sweaty body, lying on top of him - both of us panting and trying to calm our breathing and slow our hearts. I looked down at him and he gave me a smile, "Let's go take a bath together."
What better way to end a perfect sexual romp?
I can't leave my loyal readers high and dry for too long. Time to get everyone all wet again with a juicy, recent exploit.
I think my favorite sex is wake-up sex. There's just something utterly delicious about coming out of sleep right into some groggy groping, leading to a few yawning moans, flowing into some slow, stretching grinding and ending in an orgasm that makes a morning-caffeine jolt pale in comparison.
The alarm pulled me rudely out of my slumber. It went off for a few moments, and even though he was closer, he didn't move to turn it off. I leaned over him and swatted around the top of the clock until my fingers hit the right button. Snooze. I scooted my body closer to his, he was warm and the a/c had, overnight, turned the apartment into the equivalent of a meat locker. I tucked my head into the crook of neck and shoulder and felt his hand in my hair. I hadn't even realized he was awake. He started stroking my hair, playing with it, sometimes running his hand down the back of my neck. In that pre-morning haze I perked up just a bit - could he be horny? B. isn't usually known for his sexual enthusiasm and I always hold onto the glimmer of hope that a little push from the Morning Wood Fairy will up the odds in my favor. Could this be one of those mornings. I decided to be a little brazen, and kissed his neck softy (coming on to B. is the eqivalent of sneaking up on an alert deer - you never know when he'll turn and run the other way). His gentle answering moan was all the confirmation I needed. I let my hand snake down between his legs to find the fairy had, indeed, blessed us this early morning. I stroked his bulge through his underwear and felt his caressing go down my arms, to my belly and thighs. Rolling on my back to give him better access, I felt a finger slip over my pussy lips - already moist - teasing me with slow, long strokes along the length of it. I moaned, trying to concentrate on still stroking him, but enjoying the feeling of his sliding fingers almost too much. This didn't go on long, the teasing and stroking and moaning, before I uttered that I wanted him inside of me.
I turned over on my side in what is known as the "spooning" position. It's one of my favorites, as it allows ample opportunity for him to rub my clit while I gyrate in my own, preferred rhythm. He scooted up against me, pulling me even closer to him and I raised my leg up as he stroked me with the head of his cock. I squirmed a little, trying to get just the right angle for him to penetrate me, and finally felt him slide all the way inside. He collapsed against me with a little moan and his fingers quickly found their way to my clit. I swirled my hips and thrust back against him as he simultaneously pumped back into me. With his fingers strumming my clit, this couldn't last too long.
I came in a matter of mintues, crying out and bucking up against him. He held me tight while I cursed and shuddered and as soon as mine ended, began pumping into me with fervor. Within seconds, he was cumming too and his cries of pleasure were as pleasurable to my ears as my own orgasm had been.
Can I say, there is simply no better way to start off the day.
P. was over visiting, actually half-snoozing on the bed. I was on the phone with J. – the one I want but can’t have. He lives far away. J. and I were talking about sex – we’re always talking about sex. “I want to hear you,” he said. I just giggled. “Tell him to fuck you and let me listen,” he said; he was laughing but he wasn’t joking. I glanced over at P. “He wants to listen to us fuck,” I told him, taking a big swig of beer (P. always brings beer when he comes to visit – I think he knows what the amber liquid does to me).
P. just smiled and strolled on over to me, leaning over me where I sat in my desk chair. I moaned slightly as he brushed his lips over my neck – it’s so sensitive there. “What’s he doing?” J. asked.
“Kissing my neck,” I said, softly. I leaned my head forward to give him better access and pointed to the back of my neck. P. knew the drill and sunk his teeth into the nape of my neck. My back arched and I gave an excited and tortured little moan. “Harder,” I breathed. “He’s biting the back of my neck,” I said to J., who also knew what that particular act did to me. I downed the rest of my beer – it helped me get over my stage fright. I had to admit, I was a little nervous about someone listening to me during the act. I’m VERY vocal.
“Get on the bed,” P. said, pulling at my arm.
I crawled over onto the bed next to me, explaining to J. what I was doing. “Where’s P. at?” he asked me.
“Between my legs,” I giggled, and then moaned softly. “He’s flicking his tongue over my clit.” It felt so good and I was immediately wet. J. moaned a bit, too, then and told me he had his own cock out and was stroking it as he listened to me.
Soon P. was on top of me, running his dick along the length of my pussy – which I love. “He’s teasing me,” I told J., giving P. a wicked grin. In answer, he slid himself inside of me, slowly. I let out a loud cry and bucked my hips towards him. He started pumping into me pretty hard, but I grabbed his hips and pulled into me even deeper and made him slow his rhythm down to match my own. Soon I was at my regular ecstatic staccato moaning and crying out. J. was loving it, and kept whispering dirty things into the phone. I was making so much noise myself I couldn’t make out what he was saying, but it didn’t matter. He’s got such a sexy voice it was all I needed. Even with all of this extra help, I couldn’t cum. I have the same problem when someone is watching me masturbate. I love an audience – but it makes me try too hard (which is the surest way to stop-up an orgasm!).
Finally, P. was tiring out and I told him to go and get my vibrator out of the bathroom. He did so, and within seconds was sliding it into my steaming cunt while simultaneously flicking my swollen clit with his tongue. He turned the vibrator on high, and it felt soo good. I wanted to buck my hips against him and make the vibrator go even deeper, but I couldn’t even move. Moans turned into screams of “oh, god” and “fuck” while J. was telling me to cum for him in that seductive voice. “I’m gonna cum with you,” he told me, and I could tell he was just as close as I.
It only took a few more seconds of all of that for me to start to peak, “I’m gonna cum!” I screamed out and felt P. speed up just a little while J. cried out and moaned right along with me. It took me a few minutes to calm down after that – I just lay there panting and trying to calm my racing heart. Finally I got my voice back enough to get out, “Fuck, I need a cigarette.”
I went to the bathroom while J. raved over my performance.
“I told you I made porno noise,” I told him, giggling.
I needed sex. It’d been about two weeks – too long. There’s always my trusty buddy, P., when I’m in dire need and there’s no other way to be satisfied. We have greatest friends-with-benefits deal around. We’re good friends, and can have straight up sex and even hard-core fucking with no strings attached whatsoever. Afterwards, we’re both back to just relaxing and talking like nothing ever happened. It’s the perfect set up – no extraneous feelings, no awkwardness before, during or after. So when P. called yesterday while I was at work and expressed he was in the same dilemma (i.e. horny), I told him to come over after I got off work – and bring some beer. It helps me loosen up, and I love a cold beer after work.
He came, lay on my bed with his shoes off while I played on the computer at my desk – we chatted. Very casual. The subject turned to sex – always does. I can’t help myself – even if I’m around someone I don’t want to have sex with. We started looking up dirty pictures on the Internet. I lit a cigarette and he started massaging my back – standing behind my desk chair. I took a big swig of beer as he made my way to my neck – my most sensitive part. I sat up straighter, arching my back – decided to put on some mood music. Which playlist? “The Fuck List”? No – not into that that soft porn music today – I wanted hardcore. The “Hard” playlist. Godsmack blared from the speakers, he’s biting my neck, licking my chin all the way up to my mouth. He slipped his tongue in my mouth, grabbing my face and chin in both hands and angling it towards him. It was wet, urgent, rough. P. isn’t the best kisser. He doesn’t move his lips, rather holds your mouth open against his own and duels tongues. It’s not bad – not at all – just not my style. But it seemed to fit the mood. I didn’t want to kiss him, and turned away to take a drag of my cigarette and a swig of beer. He was licking my chin, my neck, and found my mouth again. He pulled my shirt off and freed a breast from my bra – stroking it, bending over and sucking the hard nipple. The same treatment was given to the other. After a few moments, my hand found his hard cock and I began massaging it through his shorts. Those came off and I continued to stroke him through the soft fabric of his cotton boxers. I pulled away from him and pulled his cock out. I took a swig of beer, to make my mouth cool and I licked at the head. He shuddered. I took him into my mouth. He was quickly moaning and stroking my hair, moving his hips with my rhythm. He wanted to get on the bed – tease my pussy with his dick. I told him ok, but I didn’t feel like actually having sex – some of that and we both get off on oral. He said that was fine with him (that’s how we usually do it). I climbed on the bed, pulling off my bra and shorts. He climbed on top of me, slapping his cock against my pussy lips lightly. Seeing I needed some work, he scooted down on the bed and lightly flicked my clit with his tongue. I love to be teased – and the light, feathery caresses of tongue got me immediately wet. I moaned, pushing my hips towards him, and he began to lick a little harder, going deep in and dragging his tongue the length of my pussy. Then he would go back to teasing my burning clit. I was whimpering, and getting more turned on that I’d thought at first possible in this casual tryst.
“Put your dick in me,” I said in a pleading voice. He grinned at me – excited that I’d changed my mind from just oral gratification. He got up on his knees and rubbed his cock on me. I moaned, loving the anticipation. He slid just the head in – sliding in and out slowly – then pulling out and rubbing my clit again with it. This went on for awhile, with his going a little deeper every time, and I was being worked into a frenzy. Suddenly, as he was sliding in a little more, I grabbed his hips and pulled him into me. He grunted and I let out a long moan. He started to fuck me just like I liked – slow, long and hard. I grabbed onto him, so turned on I only wanted to get off – and started grinding into him at my own pace. He matched it and I felt myself coming to a loud orgasm. I screamed, my pussy contracting around his dick, and I clawed at his back. After my orgasm, he held my legs up and began fucking me hard. I put my hands above my head to steady myself against the wall, and he pounded into me. I felt my breasts swinging heavily with the force – I turned my head towards my arm and screamed and yelped. It didn’t take much of this before I heard him groan that he was going to cum. He pulled out and I sat up, trying to catch his throbbing cock in my mouth. He just missed – shooting a warm glop of cum on my cheek before I sucked him into my mouth and finished him off. He ran to get me a towel and I lit another cigarette.
Afterwards, I was back at the computer and he was back lying on the bed – this time clad only in his boxers. “My legs are still shaking,” he said, and I laughed. I told him he wasn’t so bad himself. “You’re just so intense,” he said. “And I love how much noise you make – porno noise.” I smiled at that. I’d always been loud – hell, I want the neighbors to know I’m getting fucked. Porno noise. Had to keep that one in my catalog of self-descriptions and positive points.