Wednesday, August 02, 2006

Seeing, Smelling, Tasting B

We met in his city -- my old hometown. Ate a bite of breakfast, lasting super long. Jovial conversation, like old friends. Oh yeah, that's right, we are old friends. Friendly, under-the-table caresses, his leg resting on my seat cushion. "Let's go see a movie." Mention of the old porn theater; too early, perhaps it's not open yet? Not today, but definitely some time in the future... What about a regular movie theater? Thoughts cross my mind of making out in the back row... something I never did as a teen. Thoughts move on to having sex in public, in the back row... mmm that sounds really nice. Let's go. The movie we decide to see doesn't start for another hour. New option: let's go to his office. Sneaky, weekend-office desk sex. Sounds great!

The drive there is friendly. We are full of hoots; our conversations always make us laugh like we're crazy. A couple of regular jokesters we are. We arrive at his office; he writes an email. A few minutes later, he goes into the back storage room, calls me in to follow. I sit down on the table, and suddenly he turns off the lights. I'm trapped! Pitch dark. He's taken me by surprise, and his lips have found their way to my forehead. Kiss. Down my cheek. Kiss. On my chin. Kiss. By the time he gets to my lips, I'm burning with desire. We french, and I'm completely drawn into his arms. God, how I love his body -- so thick, so centered, so full of strength.

Quickly he unbuttons my pants, shoves his hand down, immediately working on my wet pussy. His fingers feel like magic, dipping into my wetness briefly, then finding my clit, press-release-rub-release-press, the motions of his fingers are stimulating me like I've never felt before. The fleshy pads of his fingertips are running circles against my clit, dashing back inside of me, fucking me. I feel insane. My breathing gets so heavy, I feel like I'm in the middle of fucking a dick, but it's B's hand that's driving me to such a passionate frenzy.

I undo his pants, and yes, there it is -- my big, hard, beautiful prick! He tells me, "That's you're dick, baby. That's right. Tell me where you want it. Tell me where you want your dick." I'm thinking, oh, everywhere! "first, I want it in my mouth." Lips wet, wetting his cock, licking, kissing, sucking. "Mm baby, put it in your mouth." I do as I'm told. His dick fills my mouth, fills my throat, and I take him in further. I know he wants to fuck me now.

We decide to move to a different room, one that's further away, where we can make more noise, in case anyone should decide to show up. Another desk. Yes, this is just the spot. He turns the lights off again. The total darkness has my other senses on high. The sweet, muffled sounds emanating from deep in his throat, gutteral. The natural aroma of sweat, excitement and sex emitted through his pores. Mmm, the delicious taste of his tongue against my own. The darkness envelops our bodies against the cold hard surface of the desk, and I'm tingling with my own excitement.

He starts fingering me again. Bends me over the table, my ass in the air, fingering me, asking me if I like it like this. Oh yes, I do, I do. How I want to feel his cock in me so bad. We switch positions -- he against the table, I kneel in front of him, planting deep kisses all along his shaft. I work my mouth all along his entire length, and finally he flips me over the desk again. I know he's going to fuck me now.

I'm bent forward, a slap on the ass cheeks. The head of his dick is pressing against my swollen pussy lips. Ah, the tightness feels so good. He presses further, deeper, until he's fully inside me. His expert fingers find my clit again, and while he's fucking me, he rubs it. So much heightened sensation.This feels absolutely incredible. Turns me on my back, swings my legs over his shoulders and starts pumping me full force. Between my tight pussy, his big hard dick, and his forceful pounding, the pleasure borders on the sweet kind of pain that resonates all throughout my body. I grip the edges of the table so my body can meet his thrusts and we're fucking like mad.

I shift to my side and B grabs my hips -- uses them as grips, uses me thoroughly. He's holding onto my hips, pulling my entire body toward him with every push. I want to fuck doggy style. I want to be his bitch. Get fucked from behind. Getting on my knees on the table, he slaps my ass cheeks some more. With every hit, my cunt seizes up, tightening around his very hard cock. He starts rubbing my asshole with his thumb. That's making me wild. I start bouncing back against him even harder. I can feel my asshole loosen up, wanting his thumb inside me. "Ooh, yeah, you like that, don't you?" He works his way deeper inside me, and all I can do is writhe under his manipulation of me. When his thumb is down to the palm, with his dick in my pussy, and his other hand rubbing my clit, I'm hit with a wave of hot pleasure. I'm ravenous for everything he puts inside me. I just want more and more of him deeper and harder. "I wish I had two dicks, I'd fuck you in your ass at the same time. You'd like that, wouldn't you? Yeah. You're so nasty, girl. That's right, you are a little whore." The way he's treating me, I feel like such a slut -- and it feels great. His words, whispered against the dark room, into my ears makes me feel even more wild, like a rabid animal, I just want to fuck even harder.

The pleasure I'm feeling is out of control. He moves me, moves through me, I like the feeling of being used. I like feeling manipulated. He pulls, I give. He pushes, I give. So unlike my usual controlled movements of muscular agility. Here, I am thrown around like a ragdoll. His force overwhelms me.

Pulls out his dick, I lick it. I can taste my cunt juices mixed with a hint of rubber from the condom. Ooh, I really like giving B head. He puts a finger in my pussy and a finger in my ass, reaming me while I'm sucking his beautiful prick. His dick is so big, and I try to stay relaxed, but his finger fucking feels so damned good, it makes me catch my breath, so I gag slightly. That makes me even hotter because he just keeps pumping away at my mouth. "You're going to make me cum in your mouth. You want me to cum? That's it, right there. Mmmm." His hot juice fills my mouth, coating my throat. Then he bends down kissing me deeply, with his taste still in my mouth. His tongue, searching, cleaning out my mouth for every trace of his own taste. God he's fucking sexy!

9 comments:

Anonymous said...

oh A that was just delicious and so intense. you are such a wonderful writer taking me right there and feeling what you were feeling.

i don't mind you being a slut or a whore, it takes one to know one. i absolutely love it. dirty girls are the best.

i look forward to more of you lustful writing.

Nightside Jonny said...

Damn, girl, that's hot. I'm totally touching myself right now, thinking of you.

anonym said...

To me, all of these activities are based on lust alone. Lust is what drives me to masturbate, even if H is not around. Lust is what drives me to use a dildo, even if H is not around. Lust is what drives me to seek out porn, even if H is not around. I don't feel guilty about these pleasure-fulfilling activities. And much the same way, I don't feel guilty about my passionate moments with another human being. I don't feel guilty turning Gracie on with my words, and I don't feel guilty knowing that Nightside Jonny is getting off, reading my accounts. These too are intimate moments shared with another human being.

If I began lacking in emotion for H, yet continued these activities, only then would I start to feel guilty; for me, the whole "rationale" (or rationalization, as some see it) is about being genuine and sincere about my desires. If I am staying with him, knowing that I don't love him anymore, then that would be a deception that I could not handle. I guess you could say I feel like certain deceptions are more acceptable than others? Shades of grey abound. For me, it just really isn't an issue that can be delineated by black & white, right or wrong.

And that's how it is, right now. Who knows how I may feel a few years down the line. Or a few months, for that matter. But I can say this: I don't feel very different now pursuing this life, from before, when I was promiscuously single -- but I'm sure many others would not feel the same way.

Gracie & NJ -- I serve to please. I sure as hell enjoyed experiencing it with B! Glad to spread the wealth. G, I'd love to be your slut & whore, right alongside you & E, any day. NJ, I have the mental picture of your HNTs to help me imagine you touching yourself, and I have to say, I do very much like it!

Anonymous said...

no guilt, no shame, no remorse is a moto i live by. what good is it to dwell on our mistakes or non-mistakes. i think we are on the same wave length as far as that goes.

i would love for you to be my slut and whore. you are so fucking delicious your writing just makes it that much more decadent.

i love to read your lengthy and thought out responses to people. you face it all head first and strong.

lust rules many things, but it is important to keep your wits about you. sometimes i sit back and think if life is worth living without the lust factor. are there other things to cater and feed my mind...yes. right now it is lust and art.

Anonymous said...

Awesome, awesome post, Anonym! Thank you so much for sharing that with us.

I'm in awe of your audacity...sex with another man in a (semi) public place, with a chance of getting caught! May not have been the smartest thing in the world, but it certainly was hot!

Thanks again!!!

anonym said...

So much to say, so little time... tomorrow morning, H & I will be leaving on yet another excursion! yes, this means H is home with me again, finally. I have missed him so much. I really have no clue how all this will turn, as this new variable enters the picture. As of yet, I have not had to deal with H's presence throughout these exploits. B recently text'd me pondering when our next outing will be, and I've yet to respond, because I really don't know when that will/could possibly happen.

Infinite, you do bring up rather worthwhile questions, and I very much appreciate your candor. I enjoy ruminating on these real issues, and am thankful that you continue to prod. A part of me wants to "answer" all of your questions, and yet I know that if I do, I risk glossing over the meat of the substance, just to respond. I'd rather chew these thoughts over from time to time, and perhaps get some deeper insights into the matter. So if I don't particularly give a direct answer to these questions, don't take that as a sign that I'm getting annoyed or couldn't be bothered. You seem bright enough to pick up on those times (i.e. other reply-comments I've left elsewhere) where my sarcasm does bite back, in which cases I have been annoyed (actually, more like disinterested).

To everyone else reading this thread, thank you for visiting, and thank you, my dear friends who have commented. To all, enjoy your weekend! I'll be back sometime next week...

Anonymous said...

So, how's the STDs?

WDKY said...

Mmmm... that was very, very sexy. And I haven't had sex for two weeks... it's made me extremely uncomfortable.

anonym said...

Hey, thanks you guys, for tuning in! Sorry for the delay, all, I'll be back at it in a bit...

Corbin -- update forthcoming about that nasty little three-lettered word...

WDKY -- glad you're back! and I revel in the knowledge of your discomfort. Only wish I was over there to help you out of it...