| Last Night's Flavor |
[27 Dec 2008|10:11am] |
Before you read:
This entry is an account of last night's sexual encounter. I sat down to this computer still in a fog of excitement. Even though I can be thoroughly spent, physically, I often remain in a heightened sense of arousal mentally and emotionally. I decided to type up a short recap of the events, but before long I was in full swing with my description. So, as a way to help purge myself of lingering lust, I posted this account of what happened...partly to get it out of my head...and partly to get some of you off as I'm hoping it will. I'm a sexual being who likes to share. What can I say?
Now, try to enjoy as I exorcise this demon
I went to her last night, somewhere around three, to find her surreptitiously reading her worn copy of Women On Top. She had her sneaky little reading light on, an illumination that goes largely unnoticed unless one is stalking from room to room, looking for heat. I like it like this, finding her swimming in it, fantasizing about getting completely unglued by some hot, focused man. I stood outside the door, peeking in while stroking my cock to a full, thick readiness. When her hand slid under the sheets, I entered slowly and with no sound. She bucked slightly as the sensations washed across her body. She must have really gotten in there because the breathing became heavy at a quickened pace. Now I know better than to startle a woman, particularly in circumstances like these, but when she detected my presence and quickly rolled to see me standing there, stroking languidly, she quickly fell back into the rhythm.
I had her read on out loud. I wanted to know "where" she was with this man. She was a bit coy with it at first, but that soon diminished. It always does. As she read "Sandra's" testimony, I placed one of her hands upon my thickened shaft, guiding her along the length, testing her attention. She folded the book and turned the light off. As one light went out, the shine of the street lamp outside graced our bodies from through the blinds that had been left slanted open. I enjoyed the aspect of revelation provided as the light broke her body up into intermittent offerings. As she writhed, more of her could be seen, feasted upon by my adjusting eyes. She was stroking me heavily now, placing me in her mouth from time to time to get me slick. As she drew herself up to her knees, she gave my cock several more rapid jerks, slapped it naughtily and demanded service. I slapped her. It wasn't hard, but it was smart enough to get her attention. She wasn't going to dictate terms here. Her pussy was getting wrecked for her clandestine activities. She was going to be thoroughly used for denying me on such a heady night.
I knew she was soaked. I could smell her from where I was. I took a handful of her hair and turned her, drawing her around so that her beautiful ass was before me. She was tense, certainly cocked and waiting for what was to happen. I did catch her completely off guard so to see her trembling so was of no real surprise. I stepped back a bit and took her in. She is a fine wonder, a true work of art. Her lines lead me to believe in a God and I was bent on making her cry out his name so I leaned in close, kneeling a bit, and took her bottom into my hands. I spread her slightly so that I could kiss her wetness. It was a slow kiss. It was almost apologetic as if I was saying goodbye to the innocence. Fuck, I wanted this woman.
As soon as my lips came up off of her I pushed her into the mattress, flattened out and facedown. I crawled up upon her, working my way slowly along her spine, dragging my tongue along the subtle creases and definitions of her backside. When I got to her nape I hooked a finger behind her hair and pulled it to one side. I enjoy this view immensely, a woman's neck, jaw line, ear...her look of pleasure and want. I took it all in as I dropped my heavy cock between her parted legs, letting it slap against her pussy. Kissing her neck now and drawing my thickness up and down along her wet, wet folds. She kept raising her hips to meet my movements so I set into a rhythm for her, giving her a chance to enjoy the aesthetics of it all. I was speaking to her now, telling her the things she likes to hear, about how good her pussy feels wrapped around me, coaxing my determination from me. The little dance picked up in pace at this point. She was soaking my hard dick really well and I just had to let the pleasure of penetration settle the score so upon the next drag, I pulled my hips forward and pushed myself into her. She did then gasp as I pressed myself up into her body, enjoying the stretching sensations as I drove my way into new flesh. I slid my hard dick all the way up into her until my hilt was pressed firmly into her ass. I pumped it in slow, short, powerful thrusts at first before drawing my length all the way back and driving it in again. I took one of her hands and pushed it out along the bed, above her head and with the other, grabbed a handful of hair and held her down. I let my mouth play along her neck and jaw line as my heavy thrusts built the tension deep inside her body. I was starting to get nasty in my words. I couldn't help it. I wanted her to know the mood, to make no mistake about it. She writhed free from my pressure and control and pushed herself up onto her hands and knees. As I accommodated the position, I kept my swollen cock buried deep inside of her, letting her settle in and bend those hips to let me in just a little deeper. I knew it was hurting her slightly since I was bottoming out, but she loves the deep massage...and pressure of a cock that is just a little too big for her.
This is where it became animalistic. We took no time at all in setting into each other fiercely. I focused on the shuddering ripples setting across her sweet body as my hips repeatedly crashed into her. The slapping of perfection echoed across the room as I viciously thrust inside of her. I could feel my load already building up inside of me and I loved it. I love to feel the pressure of my hot load swell from within, in anticipation of a very, very heavy release. We were spewing such filth at each other now, swearing and chastising each other for being so primal and given to such blatant sexual slavery. My words were sent from my body forcefully, punctuated and heaved out with each powerful thrust. I was punishing her now. I wanted to drive it in so deep, to make her pay for choosing those pages over the pressure of inimitable me. She was learning the lesson.
It was at this point when I wanted to enjoy the mess I was making of her so I withdrew myself from her aching pussy and flipped myself over, flat on my back between her legs. I grabbed her hips and brought her pussy down to my eager mouth. She sensuously pressed herself into my mouth, allowing my tongue to trace the lust. I toyed with her pussy for a bit, tracing filthy fucking words into her swollen, battered pussy, giving her time to transition well from the brutalizing to something more luscious and thick. Her impatience was quick as she repositioned herself to accept something more meaningful and encompassing...so I obliged. I pressed myself into her and kissed her pussy deeply. I used all of myself to just cover every square inch of her, sucking and licking...slight tugs and small nibbles. I explored every fold of her womanhood with my tongue and took her clit for a ride. I turned my head so as to be able to bring her swelling clit between my tongue and upper lip, stroking her off like this until she fucking exploded on my face. Her juices dripped down my jaw as she pressed her bucking hips into my hot mouth and as she jerked the last couple of spasms off on me, I shoved my way up under her body, coming up to meet her face-to-face. She knew what I wanted so there was no time wasted when she guided my heavy, swaying cock into her softened, quivering hole. She drove herself down on my spike, stabbed herself repeatedly with my hard cock as I began to meet her with thrusts of my own. I leaned my head in and sucked on her swinging tits while she worked my cock masterfully. Each heavy thrust was bringing me closer and closer to orgasm and I loved it. I kept bringing myself to the edge and then dousing my fire so that the load could build. As the headboard slammed against the wall, the heated sounds of fucking and animal breathing stole the show. I was taking in every aspect of the moment, from the rhythmic throb of her pussy as she worked me with her muscles, to the bead of sweat rolling down my neck. My senses were heightened and I now wanted to blow it up.
I grabbed her in mid-stride and bucked myself up and flipped her over. I landed on her, pinning her into the bed with a muffled thud as I drew her knees up under my arms. I like to finish like this, powerful and dominant over my lover. I growled something inappropriate and coarse and my cock fell upon her pussy like a thick, hot wrecking ball. I was using my whole body to torment her now, arching myself entirely to allow the bulk of my weight to crash down on her with each thrust, focusing all of my power on her pussy and clit. We kissed passionately as my sex was forceful. I sucked and licked, taking bites as I pleased. I had my body hooked into her now and was allowing the momentum of the fuck to bounce her off between my cock and the mattress. I could sense that she was going to cum again so I leaned in for more words and kissing, turning her head to the side so I could feast upon her neck. Even in the wash of the streetlight, I could see her chest grow flushed as she clenched around me and spilled over and over into heavy, brutal orgasms. I worked it viciously as her body unloaded around me and as she wrenched them off passionately, I felt myself giving into temptation. She collapsed under me as my balls became tight. Just as I began to sense it, she too felt me going over the edge. I rocked my body into hers as the load swelled from within. As I began to pump, I threw my arms back and landed them on the bed behind me. Leaning back on my knees, my cock sprung from her gripping pussy and was quickly grasped by her stroking hand. As she worked my hammer, torrents of cum erupted from me. The massive build-up I had been savoring was now raining down on her entire body as cum laced her from her mouth to her brutalized pussy. I was screaming in a dark, booming voice, telling her to work it off, to stroke out every fucking drop. She did not relent until I was completely unloaded.
She and I broke free of our dance and fell down onto the bed, completely spent and awash in satisfaction. We spent the better part of an hour lying side by side, me stroking her back, talking about the every day things.
It wasn't long though before the mood became heavy again and the need for more release was upon us. We took each other through the pulsating thrill of carnal knowledge until about eight-thirty this morning when sheer exhaustion and true soreness finally took its toll. She never did apologize for choosing clandestine masturbation over the thrill of hot flesh. I know that she has no need to be sorry...but I like to pretend to be angry about it, to be honestly offended.
And I like to make her pay.
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