We stand in the drive way with his arms wrapped around me. "I didn't realize how short you are," he laughs. He has to stoop over just to rest his chin on the top of my head. "I'm usually wearing heels."
His arms, strong and steady are holding me tight against him. I breathe in his scent. That male spicy scent that only a few can carry off.
"Are you leaving?" he asks cautiously. I know that I have to, but I can't pull myself away from his arms. I've never met anyone that I connected to the way I did with him.
He runs his hand slowly down my arm and back up again. I can feel his fingertips walking up my back. He gets to my neck..and massages that one spot. I hear myself sigh, and he smiles. I feel his hands going through my hair. He buries his face into it. I feel his lips pressed against my scalp. Slowly he trails them down toward my ear.
He laughs as I tense, we had a conversation about this a couple weeks ago, before we even imagined anything starting, when we didn't consider being anything but friends. His mouth moves down my neck. He hasn't even kissed my mouth, and I can already feel my heartbeat getting faster. My breath starts to shudder.
Up my jawline...against my cheek...across my eyelids...then his mouth slowly takes mine. It's not a kick your heels up kiss; it's more like that safe sense of coming home. After hundreds of kisses, I playfully licked his lips. Our tongues played a cat and mouse game. Then I kicked my heel up.
I could feel the warmth between my legs growing. I pull away from him and smile . "Should we go inside?" I asked playfully.
"No." I stare at him. Did he really just say no? He laughs at me. "I know what you're thinking."
I'm still staring incredulously. "I want to take you inside. I want to feel you, to kiss you, to hold you, to make love to you. But not yet. There is more to us than sex. I want to explore that before we move farther." He punctuates each sentence with a kiss.
He walks me to my door...opens it for me...kisses me one more time..and turns and walks away. "I'll see you tomorrow," he calls out.
Monday, May 28, 2007
Saturday, May 26, 2007
What I wanted...
He grabs my hair and holds my head steady. "Do it!" he growls. I shake my head no. "Do it!" he says more forcefully. He pushes his dick against my closed lips. I clamp my lips together harder. He pushes my lips open and rubs his hard cock against the inside of my mouth. "Take it all" he commands. I know that I have no choice, so I start sucking. I run my tongue against the length of his shaft. Flick his head with my tongue ...put his balls in my mouth...
He then grabs me and pushes me down on the bed. "I want you now." I tell him I'm not ready. He doesn't care. He pushes my legs apart. I try to push him off, but he grabs both my wrists with his hand. he holds my arms above my hand. His teeth tear at my nipples.
He jams his cock inside me. I'm not ready...I'm not wet, but he doesn't care. I try to wiggle out of the way but he's stronger than me. I can't do anything but endure what he wants. I know that when it's over I will be bruised and battered.
"Was that what you wanted?" he asks. It was exactly what I wanted. I wanted everything I got. I could have stopped him at anytime. I knew that; he knew that. He only did what I asked.
That's what makes it okay. When he finishes, he asks if I'm okay. I smile coyly and tell him yes. He is worried about me. He takes a towel and gently wipes me off. He bristles at the bruises that are already forming on my thighs.
"Do you feel better?" I wish I knew the answer to that question.
He then grabs me and pushes me down on the bed. "I want you now." I tell him I'm not ready. He doesn't care. He pushes my legs apart. I try to push him off, but he grabs both my wrists with his hand. he holds my arms above my hand. His teeth tear at my nipples.
He jams his cock inside me. I'm not ready...I'm not wet, but he doesn't care. I try to wiggle out of the way but he's stronger than me. I can't do anything but endure what he wants. I know that when it's over I will be bruised and battered.
"Was that what you wanted?" he asks. It was exactly what I wanted. I wanted everything I got. I could have stopped him at anytime. I knew that; he knew that. He only did what I asked.
That's what makes it okay. When he finishes, he asks if I'm okay. I smile coyly and tell him yes. He is worried about me. He takes a towel and gently wipes me off. He bristles at the bruises that are already forming on my thighs.
"Do you feel better?" I wish I knew the answer to that question.
Friday, May 25, 2007
Why an Old Friend
So last night...I went and saw Blane again. I've been under a lot of stress and needed a break. I tried lying to myself and told myself that I was not going to sleep with him. I was just going to hang out with a friend.
I walked into the room, and there he sat. ..stretched out on the couch...no shirt...pajama pants. He stood up and hugged me, and I felt at peace for the first time in 3 days. After a short conversation about nothing in general..he asked if there was anything I needed. Talk about a loaded question.
After an hour of fabulous sex, I left his house with a smile on my face. During the drive home, though I wondered about his question. What do I need? Did I get?
I suppose with the anxiety I've been feeling lately I need soft and sensual love. I need to be held and reminded that not everything is so bad. I need to be carressed.
I need an orgasm
I walked into the room, and there he sat. ..stretched out on the couch...no shirt...pajama pants. He stood up and hugged me, and I felt at peace for the first time in 3 days. After a short conversation about nothing in general..he asked if there was anything I needed. Talk about a loaded question.
After an hour of fabulous sex, I left his house with a smile on my face. During the drive home, though I wondered about his question. What do I need? Did I get?
I suppose with the anxiety I've been feeling lately I need soft and sensual love. I need to be held and reminded that not everything is so bad. I need to be carressed.
I need an orgasm
Wednesday, May 23, 2007
An Old Friend
When my girlfriend asked me to go to the bar with her, I said sure. Of course, I knew who was going to be there and what I was getting into.
The first time I met Blane was at a party, and it was instant sexual attraction. Hard body...dark hair...muscles...and god could his tongue dance. He was the one temptation I could never say no to.
So when we saw him earlier that day, all those feelings, the warmth between my legs, the butterflies in my stomach...you get it.
So we went to the bar, and everyone but me was drunk. So I of course, had to make sure he got home safe.
We walked into his house...he grabbed my tits...wrapped his mouth around my nipples...ran his tongue down my stomach...and buried his face between my legs. I used to laugh when I read heaving-bosom books and they mentioned fireworks...but ohmigod....more fireworks than the Labor Day on the river.
Then when he entered me....his hard cock pushing...deeper and deeper into my wet pussy...my nails (glad I had them done earlier that day) scratching down his back. My left hand grabbing his tight ass while my right reached over him to grab his balls, squeezing just enough to make his breath catch.
As he wrapped my legs around his neck, and pound into me, I could feel his dick throbbing. I knew it was a matter of seconds, so I lifted my hips to grind against his pelvic bone. I knew I was ready. He looked at me, questioning, I nodded. He started pounding harder and harder...he went to pull out and I grabbed him and rammed him into me. We both released at the same time. He wanted me to stay. Stay in bed next to him. Wake up in his arms. But I knew I couldn't. So I stood up and put my clothes on. I watched him walk across the bedroom, naked. His ass was as tight as it was 8 years ago. He had a new tattoo on his back. His hair had more grey in it.
My girlfriend asked me why I did it. I told her...it felt good feeling like I was the only person in the world. He listened to me...he talked to me...he remembered things I liked and didn't, even after 8 years...and he was a fabulous fuck.
The first time I met Blane was at a party, and it was instant sexual attraction. Hard body...dark hair...muscles...and god could his tongue dance. He was the one temptation I could never say no to.
So when we saw him earlier that day, all those feelings, the warmth between my legs, the butterflies in my stomach...you get it.
So we went to the bar, and everyone but me was drunk. So I of course, had to make sure he got home safe.
We walked into his house...he grabbed my tits...wrapped his mouth around my nipples...ran his tongue down my stomach...and buried his face between my legs. I used to laugh when I read heaving-bosom books and they mentioned fireworks...but ohmigod....more fireworks than the Labor Day on the river.
Then when he entered me....his hard cock pushing...deeper and deeper into my wet pussy...my nails (glad I had them done earlier that day) scratching down his back. My left hand grabbing his tight ass while my right reached over him to grab his balls, squeezing just enough to make his breath catch.
As he wrapped my legs around his neck, and pound into me, I could feel his dick throbbing. I knew it was a matter of seconds, so I lifted my hips to grind against his pelvic bone. I knew I was ready. He looked at me, questioning, I nodded. He started pounding harder and harder...he went to pull out and I grabbed him and rammed him into me. We both released at the same time. He wanted me to stay. Stay in bed next to him. Wake up in his arms. But I knew I couldn't. So I stood up and put my clothes on. I watched him walk across the bedroom, naked. His ass was as tight as it was 8 years ago. He had a new tattoo on his back. His hair had more grey in it.
My girlfriend asked me why I did it. I told her...it felt good feeling like I was the only person in the world. He listened to me...he talked to me...he remembered things I liked and didn't, even after 8 years...and he was a fabulous fuck.
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