Not So Holy Sunday....

It was a Friday night. Another night at the club with my good friends. I was wearing black jeans, a white undershirt that dipped low enough to show the top curves of my breasts, and a long-sleeved button up shirt, opened just enough so that my cleavage peeked out.

I swear, my tits could talk that night. I don't usually feel like I look hot, but I felt hot that night. It was like my tits were doing the talking for me!

"Hello, handsome..."

"Buy me a drink?"

"Sure, she's up there, but we're down here..."

And they were certainly doing a great job of it.

About halfway through my second game of pool, and more than a dozen grizzly stares later, he came walking up, and placed his quarters on the table.

As luck would have it, I won the game I had been playing, so I stood waiting as he racked up the balls for our game. He approached me, a smile on his face, and extended his hand.

It wasn't the way his smile tilted off to one side, or the way his hand slid softly into mine, or even the way whatever manly scent it was that he had on went drifting up into my nasal cavity in slow, sensual waves that made my stomach ball up, then melt into a warm pool of need between my thighs...

No. It was his eyes. Deep green, and seeded with a passion I knew nothing about, those eyes drove into mine with an intensity that I could swear was visible to everyone in the room. This gaze was intended for me, however. His eyes never left mine as he introduced himself, and held my hand in his.

From the moment those emeralds locked with mine, every inch of my skin was instantly on full alert. It was as if every moment he looked at me, I lost a bit more of my insanity to whatever heat was building deep inside my belly. I could feel his eyes on me, even when I wasn't meeting them with my own. As I played the game, he was watching me, and I could feel his gaze moving over my curves just like a well-practiced hand would move. Slowly. Tenderly. Admirably caressing every inch.

Eventually, I won, and the game ended. He smiled and walked away, as I took on the next challenger. Even as I played, I couldn't get him out of my mind. I could still feel his gaze, but I couldn't see him anywhere.

It was at the bar that we met again. I was getting a water, and he approached from behind me. I could feel his eyes before I saw them, and smiled at him as I turned around.

"So, you come here often?" he asked. I giggled.

"Far too stereotypical a pick-up line for someone with eyes as classy as yours, Michael." He smiled at me, resting his hand on the small of my back as we walked together towards a small table. We sat and made small talk for what seemed like hours, those eyes never leaving mine. His eyes were so interactive. They laughed when he laughed, they smiled when he smiled, and they danced when we danced.

After hours of dancing and talking, we found ourselves sitting in the parking lot of the bar, on the tailgate of his truck, waiting on my friend to come outside, so I could go home. Under the pale lighting of the towering lamps overhead, I once again searched his eyes for an explanation of this burning need for him that was brewing inside me. But all I found was depth.

It was then that he kissed me.

His lips swept and danced across mine in slow, sensual movements that set every nerve in my body on fire. His hands on my cheeks, my neck, my breasts, they drew every muscle to an intense relaxation that was quickly followed by an enormous wave of heat and desire. I could feel his length pressing against my thigh, telling me that he, too, wanted what I had been unavoidably craving all night from him. He wanted this. This kiss, this moment. And so much more.

His hands fumbled at my jeans, unbuttoning them frantically as his kiss worked it's way slowly down my spine, tingling inch by inch towards where his hand was working to go. At the same moment that tingle found the apex of my thighs, his hand slipped beneath the fabric of my panties, and...

Those eyes met mine. Those deep green eyes, filled with passion and visibly burning arousal. For a brief moment, he caught my eye before his fingers met my, now throbbing, clit. Then his lips closed down on mine, and his finger slipped gently into my pussy. He slowly worked my body into a frenzy, his lips teasing my neck as his fingers found my g-spot. I gave up suppressing my moans, forgetting the people who could be walking by, and completely losing myself in the pleasure he was offering to me. Moments before I exploded, I met his gaze again, and read, in his eyes, exactly what he wanted from me.

No words were said, but I could hear him thinking it.

 

"I want to fuck you. Slowly. Sweetly. I want to take you. Hard and fast. I want your pussy to swallow my cock, and your mouth to lick me clean when I..."

Ohhhh Yes I was coming!

 

 

 

His mouth crashed onto mine, swallowing my scream as I came hard all over his fingers. He kept them there, massaging slowly until my frantic moans became soft, subtle whimpers. Then he brought them to my lips, and let me lick them clean.

 

"I want to fuck you." It took me a moment to realize it was his mouth saying it this time.

"I know. But I can't tonight. I'm staying at my friend's house."

"Ok. When?"

"How about we meet up for a not-so-holy Sunday?"

"Sounds great."

Sitting across from him, I quietly ate my omlette, looking up to meet his gaze every few moments. He smiled at me over his glass as he sipped on his water. Despite the crappy service of the restaurant, this meal had turned out to be one of great conversation, and sexual tension that was so thick, I could almost see it.

"How is your food?" He asked, reaching across the table to grab my hand. I laced my fingers in his and smiled at him.

"Fantastic."

"I can't help but notice those eyes of yours. So beautiful, such a bright blue! It's like I could get lost in them." I blushed at this compliment and leaned a bit closer to him.

"That's funny. I could say the same thing about those incredible emeralds you have floating in your eyes."

The conversation floated on, lingering from subject to subject, losing ourselves in semi-meaningless words about cars, sports, and relationships.

"Personally, I prefer the look of the more modern Mustang.... Their offense is really great this year!... I think trust is so important to a healthy relationship."

The bill came, and we walked out, hand-in-hand to the truck. He helped me in, and for one brief moment, his fingers brushed against my crotch. I turned and glared at him, with a look of surprise that I had no reason to have. The heat in the gaze I met almost melted me. He closed the door and walked around, climbing in the drivers side. He inserted the key and slipped the truck in reverse as his hand came over and grabbed mine.

Moments later we were driving through a neighborhood. For what reason, I'm not quite sure. Making small talk, I tried to keep distracted from the burning warmth I had in between my thighs. I was doing a great job of it, too, until his thumb grazed my nipple.

My breath caught in my throat as my nipple instantly peaked. His thumb flicked over it again, and I glanced over at him. He was staring straight ahead as if nothing had happened.

"I want you inside me. Now."

Saying nothing, he turned the wheel, directing the truck down a deserted road and backing us into a clearing. No houses around, no one to hear me scream. Just trees. 

 

Normally, I would have been nervous. Right now, I was just trying to deal with the burning desire that had somehow appeared from thin air and settled itself in depths of my torso...

He remained silent as he slid out of the drivers seat, turning the truck off, and jogging around the truck to my side.

 

He opened my door and grabbed my hand, pulling me out of the truck and pressing me against the side of the truck with strong, but soft hands.

He met my gaze for a moment, before bringing a hand up to my face, brushing away my hair and cupping my face in his palm. He kissed me.

Every nerve in my body was on fire. I barely noticed as one of his hands left my breasts to fumble around for the handle to the backseat of the truck. I definitely noticed when that hand came back to my breasts, the intense heat instantly strengthening beneath his touch. Need pounded in my veins, and my breathing came in shorter gasps as he moved us around the door, pressing me against the seat. His mouth was doing such a great job at distracting me as it kissed my lips, my tongue, my jawline, my neck, and my collarbone, that I didn't even realize what his hands had been doing until his finger slid effortlessly inside my...



Ohhhh dear GOD how did this man know just where to go??

My body was writhing against his, with more passion flooding through my body with each stroke of his fingers. I lost myself, somewhere in those moments of his mouth on my skin, and his fingers on my body, with an intensity that nearly knocked me off my feet. My scream echoed through the trees that surrounded us as I peaked, almost effortlessly on his part, beneath his touch.


I dropped to my knees. Not because of the flooding pleasure in my body, but because of the need I had to taste cock. His cock. My fingers fumbled with his jeans as his hands ran through my hair, pulling my face up to look at him. The crooked smile on his face, mixed well with the passion in his eyes, sent fire surging through my veins again as I took his length in my fingers.

His skin was so exquisite under my fingers. So soft, and so warm. I admired him as my fingers massaged slowly up and down the length of his cock. The length was perfect. Longer than average, but not long enough to hurt... much. The girth was amazing! I couldn't touch my fingers together when my hand wrapped around it. The way he moved beneath me, his hips moving slowly, thrusting against my touch... His cock twitching as my fingers grazed over his skin. Every reaction he had was pure heaven. Especially his moans... Those deep, raspy groans...

When I finally took him in my mouth, the animalistic sound that escaped his throat nearly made me cum again. God, this man was amazing. The taste of his cock! Such a desirable taste. His skin was so soft against my tongue, and the way it rippled beneath my touch sent the same effect down my spine... When he started dripping precum, I quickly lapped it up with my tongue. The way he moved underneath me, I could tell he was going to lose control if I kept this up any more. Before moving back up his body, I pressed his cock up against his belly and looked up at him, pausing for a moment to concentrate on his face. My eyes locked with his.

I extended my tongue and slowly touched it to his balls. He jumped, and I giggled as I pulled away. And again, I moved in, this time just the tip of my tongue met his skin, and I slowly licked my way up.... Ever so slowly trailing my way up over his balls, slowly up the shaft of his cock. As if it were waiting to meet me there, another drop of precum met my tongue at the tip of his cock. I flicked my tongue over the head, catching the small, sweet drop of cream and finally closing my eyes as I brought it into my mouth, and let out a soft moan.

That did it.

Before I knew what was happening he pulled me up, nearly throwing me in the back of the truck as he ripped my pants down my legs, and pushed his down, pulling his feet out. He almost jumped into the truck, and I giggled softly welcoming him into my arms. His hands immediately found my breasts, yanking my shirt up over them, and pulling them out from the cover of my bra, exposing the nipple. I had taken so much pleasure in pleasing him that I forgot how good his mouth felt on my skin.

Oh, sweet Jeezus, he was nibbling. His teeth sent shockwaves down my body to where his fingers were once again working their magic. His mouth moved from one nipple to the other, teasing and torturing my body as his fingers moved in slow, almost painful circles just around my clit. Never touching it, just teasing me. His mouth came up to my neck where he nibbled lightly for a moment.


Everything slowed way down.

His fingers nearly stopped, as they came to an even slower pace around my clit.

His teeth slowly nibbled from my nipple, up to my neck where his lips came to a rest on my ear.

His finger stopped moving...

"Beg."


The words fell out of my mouth. I begged him to touch me... As his mouth moved down my body, I begged for more.... When his tongue skittered across my belly, I begged him to go lower.... When his mouth lingered just above my now throbbing clit, I begged him to taste me.... And when his tongue dove into my sweetness, I begged for release...

Moments later, my body exploded. His mouth stayed on my pussy as I shook and moaned beneath him. He showed no mercy as his tongue thrashed over my clit. He quickly moved up my body, taking one leg and putting it over his shoulder. He took his cock in one hand and rubbed it up and down my pussy, rubbing faster and faster, and soon, I was coming again, shaking harder and nearly screaming his name... Just as the shaking started to subside, he slowly started to slide his cock deeper, and deeper inside me until his pelvic bone was pressing against my thighs....

 

 

He began a slow, steady rhythym, pumping his cock in and out of my wet, quivering pussy. My moans grew louder with each stroke. He started pumping faster, slamming his cock deep inside my pussy. I screamed his name as I came again all over his cock. His breathing got heavier, and he looked down at me, those deep green eyes filled with passion and need. His smile was so sweet as he stared into my eyes and whispered four words that sent me flying, again.


"That's my dirty girl..."


I let out a long, screaming moan, and he leaned up, picking up my other leg and spreading my legs as far as the back seat would let him, pounding my pussy harder than I thought possible. He let out a long, loud moan as he exploded deep inside me, his cum flowing, hot and wet, into my pussy....





He held me there, in the back seat of his truck. I knew I would have a bruise on my ass from where it kept slamming into some bar under his seat, but I really didn't care. I had those emerald green eyes staring back at me, and at the moment... nothing else mattered.

The Cigarette

I light my cigarette, and take my first drag, slowly. You'll be home any minute, and I've almost got dinner ready. Standing here in this nighty, I'd be freezing, if it weren't for the heat coming off of the stove.


Another drag. I hear your car door. Swiftly followed by the sound of the back door. I smile. You're home. I go back to stirring the masterpiece in front of me.




You come up behind me, without saying a word as you wrap your arms around my waist as you let out a long, slow sigh. I smile again, and take a small bit of meat from the pan, feeding it to you over my shoulder. You let out a soft moan, and your lips meet my neck, tasting the food, and me at the same time. You are hungry alright, but for more than just food.

In a split second, I'm turned around, facing you, and your hands immediately find my breasts. God, I love your hands. So big, and masculine. One hand slides down to grab my ass, while the other cups my breast, your thumb flicking over my nipple, bringing the soft little bud to a taught peak in an instant, and a low moan stumbles out of my throat. The warmth of your hands is hotter against my skin than the heat radiating from the stove. Your mouth comes down on mine, pressing against it, intruding the small space with your soft, yet powerful tongue. Massaging every crevice of my mouth with your tongue, your hand slides over my breast, curving around to press against my back. Your touch alone has set a fire deep in my belly that can only be put out by one thing....


I need you inside me. Now.


You grab me by my ass, picking me up and wrapping my legs around your waist, turning us around, and placing me on top of the island in the kitchen. My eyes never leave yours as you pull my nighty off, followed by your shirt and pants. We are both naked, and breathless as you come back to me, wrapping your arms around me, and pulling me close. One more powerful kiss has me thankful I am not standing, for my knees go weak, even as I sit on the counter.

"Please. I need you inside me." God, do I need you inside me.


"Not yet, love."

A wimper falls out of me, and you drop to your knees in front of me. You spread my legs, and your fingers find my pussy, sliding over my already slick skin, slowly preparing me for your soon-to-be feast. You slide one finger inside, just as your tongue meets my clit. You move fast, flicking my clit over and over again with your tongue, and you insert another finger. I let out a moan as you bring me closer to delicious release.


One curl of your fingers, and your mouth closes over my clit, sucking gently. I explode. I shiver as you slide your fingers out, closing your mouth over my pussy, and licking up every drop of my juices that flow out of me.


After a moment, you release my pussy, and I gasp at the sudden void between my legs. I open my eyes to find you standing again. Your hands grab my thighs, bringing them up so you can loop your arms under my knees. You kiss me gently, just once, and I look down just in time to see your cock standing at full attention before....





Ohhhhhhhhh fuck, you're inside me. Christ, you feel so thick....

I can't control myself as I cum again, clamping down on your cock as you start to pound into me. Hard. Fast. My hands make their way to your back, my nails digging in slightly as you fuck me. My head falls back, and a long, loud moan echos through the kitchen. You feel so good, and I can't get enough.


I'm now shivering in what has become one long orgasm as you fuck my pussy harder. Your muscles are rippling beneath your skin, and your mouth is on my neck. Your breathing has become shallow, and I know you are close. I let out another moan, and scream your name as my body shakes, cumming again around your cock.

You groan, holding your breath as your body tenses up. My eyes lock with yours, and I run one hand through your hair, wimpering and moaning as your cock moves inside me. Finally, you let out a loud moan, and my name falls out of your mouth over and over again as you throb inside me, and I feel your load fill my pussy up, hot and powerful. You pound into me one final time before your head falls to my shoulder.

I kiss your neck, and look behind you, across the kitchen to the counter I was standing at just moments before.

 

My cigarette has burned out. I only had two drags of it....

 

 

 

 

But it was the best cigarette of my life.

The Anniversary

Today is a special day. You just have to keep remembering that, you tell yourself. Today is a very special day. Today, you celebrate your anniversary to your wife. Your wife, the woman you grew up loving. Your child hood crush, your college sweetheart, your best friend and partner. The woman who knows you inside, and out. The woman who knows just how to make you smile after a day like today. That is what kept you going through all the self-centered clients, and over-bearing bosses you had to deal with today.

It was supposed to be a relatively simple day. Close a few deals, get in touch with a few new clients, maybe go out for coffee with one of your colleagues to celebrate closing a deal you two had been working on for weeks.... That is, of course, until one of your bosses decided to get the hair up his ass to pass on a pile of files to you that should have been finished up weeks ago, by the person who originated them, who of course happens to be this particular bosses son. That annoying little twit always does this. He only got the job because of who his daddy is, and somehow YOU always end up bearing the brunt of his laziness, having to finish his deals when he doesn't do it for whatever reason.

But none of that could matter right now. It just COULDN'T matter tonight. You couldn't let it matter, because if it did then it could possibly ruin it.... And you were not going to let that happen tonight.

Just as you pull in the driveway, you get the text...


"Happy Anniversary, darling. Follow the clues."


With a smile, and a slight shrug, you climb out of the car, walking towards the door and thinking to yourself, what could possibly be waiting on the other side of that door...

You were a bit excited, as the last time you two had played the “clue” game was when you proposed to me. It was so much fun, and you made me laugh for hours with the silly clues you left for me. They led me all around town, to all of our favorite places, ending with you in the park on one knee.

There was symmetry in this, you had to admit that.

The first note is hanging on the handle...

"Follow the scent..."

Ah... clues... The scent nearly overpowers you as you open the door. All the lights are off, and there is a trail of candles leading towards the living room. Upon entering the room, you find it empty, except for a small gathering of candles around your next clue. You pick it up, looking at the picture behind the note that has been plastered on it. It's the picture of us together on our first date.

We had gone to a concert together, you were wearing black jeans and a white t-shirt you had purchased at the show, and I was wearing a dark blue-jean skirt, with a halter top, and knee high boots. We had gone out for drinks before the concert, and I had ordered a Jack and Coke, but they had, instead, brought me a bud light. How they mixed that up was never figured out, but it had always been an inside joke with us. The note on the picture is a clear reminder of this...

 

"The wrong drink..."

Thinking quickly, you finally put down your coat and keys, leaving them on the couch as you head into the kitchen. You open the fridge, and smile at your success. The next clue is on a Budweiser bottle in the drawer. Picking up the beer, you crack it open, peeling off the note and reading it carefully while taking a sip...

"Our first song..."


Just as you read those words, soft music comes flowing from the room over. You had just left that room, so you ran in to see how it could possibly be playing merely seconds after you had seen no one in the room... Again the room is empty, but you still smile as the words remind you of that first dance at the very same concert... The very same song by which we had fallen in love...

You sit for a few moments, just listening to the lyrics...


"I feel wonderful, because I see
the love light in your eyes.
And the wonder of it all
Is that you just don't realize how much I love you."

You look closer, and find the next note taped to the radio... It wasn't there when you first walked in.

"The first arguements finale"

 

 

This one takes hardly a second to figure out. When we had our first argument, we ended up having make-up sex on the stairs, right in the middle of the argument. We even continued the argument for about 5 seconds afterwards, before we went at it again.

 

Shaking your head, and smiling at the memory, you take another sip of your beer, walking slowly towards the stairs. The next note is quickly plucked off the railing of the staircase. You smile as you read the words and start heading up the stairs. This night is turning out to be pretty exciting...

 

 

When you reach the bedroom door, it is closed, and a note is plastered to the door.


"I hope you enjoyed the memories as much as I have enjoyed making them with you. Please wear this when you walk into the room. Trust me.

Knock when you are blind.

xoxo"


Looking down at the door handle, your stomach flips, and you quickly down the rest of your beer, putting the bottle down on table next to the door, and reaching for the blindfold. Oh yea... This is gonna be exciting...


As you slide the blindfold over your eyes, you clear your throat, and knock lightly on the door.....

As you stand there, blindfolded, you hear nothing on the other side of the door. You knock again. This time, you hear giggling. Then then door cracks open. You catch a hint of my perfume, and you smile when you hear my voice.

“Hello darling. Happy Anniversary.”

Happy anniversary, indeed, you think to yourself as my hand grabs yours, pulling you into the room. You feel my arms wrap around you, and I pull you down for a kiss. Instinctively, you reach for my ass, and wrap your hands around my soft, round cheeks, grasping and feeling my curves as my tongue dances with yours.

I pull away, grabbing your hand and taking you to the bed. I tell you to strip down, and you do so, quicker than normal. Suddenly, when you are naked, my hand presses against your chest, and I push you, hard, down onto the bed.

You look around, as if you might actually be able to see what is going on, through your blindfold. You feel something soft wrap around one of your wrists... is that satin?? No, silk. Definitely silk. Something warm, and slightly terrifying, works through your body when you feel your wrist suddenly being pulled up, towards the headboard. Within minutes, I have your hands and feet tied to the posts of our bed, and you are breathing quickly, unsure of what the hell is going on...

Moments pass by, and you hear nothing but giggling. And... whispers? Then, you hear my voice again.

"My darling. I love you so very much. This is my present to you."

You hear the bed creak as someone climbs up onto the bed. You expect me to climb on top of you, and kiss you, like I normally do. But suddenly, you feel smooth skin on the sides of your face, and you smell pussy, just inches away from your face.

With a groan, you move your head up, and thrust your tongue deep inside a wet, throbbing pussy. In that very instant, you hear a moan, and you realize.... That's not my pussy. It feels different, tastes different, and even smells a little different. It's a bit tighter around your tongue, and quivers against your tongue in a way that mine has never done. The woman sitting on your face... is not your wife.


Instead, I have climbed onto the bed, behind this complete stranger as she straddles your face, and my mouth is now wrapped around your beautiful, rock hard cock.

You groan again, and continue eating her pussy, now relishing in the fact that you have no idea who she is, but she is your gift, from me. Your tongue works forcefully on her wet pussy, as my tongue moves up and down your shaft, flicking tenderly over every inch of your swollen skin.

"Make her cum, darling. Make her cum for me."

You close your mouth around her hot pussy just in time as she erupts above you, screaming out your name, the sound of it sending chills down your spine as it is the first voice you have heard scream your name since before we met. I can feel your cock throbbing in my mouth, urging me to suck harder...

But I don't...

Instead, this stranger and I switch places, me straddling your face, and her mouth wrapped around your cock, pleasuring you the way you have pleasured her. Sucking and groaning on your cock in an unfamiliar, but thrilling way... And now you feel the sudden urge to thank me, via a viciously intense orgasm, for your gift.

Your tongue touches my pussy. Teasing my pussy lips one by one. Flicking. Oh God, flicking over my clit. As your mouth flirts with my pussy, my hands find my nipples, and the combination of my teases, and your tongue's caress sends me flying over the edge. I feel your gift's hands sliding up my back, over my ribs, and up and under to cup my breasts as I reach down, and slide off your mask...

Your eyes drift up my body as I straddle your chest, this strangers fingers working magically on my nipples. You meet my stare for a moment before gazing over my shoulder to see who this mystery goddess is, whose pussy is currently grinding directly on your cock, teasing you beyond belief....


In this moment, you realize just how wonderful a gift I have given you....

"She's all yours, darling."

You stare up, in disbelief, at Lia, my best friend. I knew you had been staring at her for months now. Ever since she came to our house last summer, and spent half the day with me sunbathing naked on our patio....

Trying to comprehend what exactly is going on, your eyes begin to drift up both of our bodies. With a chuckle, I watch you drinking in every curve of her body. Over her smooth hips, and up her sides, your gaze crawls over her breasts, those beautiful, taught little nipples, and up her neck, to rest on the softest pair of lips you have ever laid eyes on, save my own.

Her hands slide up my body, teasing my nipples as we smile down at you. I meet your gaze, and I can see the surprise and appreciation shining through your eyes. Her fingers move back down my body, getting inches away from my pussy as hers teases your cock. Rubbing up and down the shaft, spreading her juices all over it. Preparing you...

Just as her fingers slide into my pussy, her pussy closes around your cock. Our moans echo together as she starts riding your cock, and her fingers begin to pound my pussy...

I quickly decide I want more out of this, and she climbs off, laying down next to you on the bed. I untie your arms and legs, freeing you to sit up so you can watch.

"Just watch, baby."

Her hand finds your cock as you watch my lips move down her body. As I eat her out, you quickly move behind me, entering me with my ass up in the air. Her moans mix with mine as I lick and finger her pussy. Holy shit!Your wife is eating another woman's pussy as you fuck her. You try to imagine how this could ever happen, but your train of thought is quickly derailed as you feel me starting to clench up.

 

You fuck me hard and fast, pounding me deeper and deeper until I explode around your cock. Lia and I switch positions, and she begins to eat my pussy as you fuck her the same way. I watch your face as you fuck my best friend, loving every face you make as you explore this new pussy with your rock hard cock.

 

You let out a moan, signaling that you are going to cum very soon. Pulling away from you, she turns around, taking your cock in her mouth. I rub her ass, and finger her pussy lightly as she sucks you, taking all of your cock in her mouth, and playing with your balls.

"That's it, baby. Cum for me, darling. Cum inside her mouth."

With one loud yell, you explode, shooting your load down her throat. I lean up and kiss you as she licks you clean.

We all lay down naked together, curling up against one another. I lean over, and kiss you gently.

"Happy Anniversary, darling."

Yes. Happy Anniversary, indeed.......












"Wanna do it again?"

TRY NOT TO SCREAM

It started in the club, on a Friday night. His eyes met mine, and locked with them for several long minutes. I knew him. I had known him for years, but had never seen him as anything but a friend.

But now, looking at him...

He stood at about 6 feet tall. He had black hair, short and spiked, wearing black converse shoes, black shorts, and a faded Metallica t-shirt. All topped off with a piercing through his eyebrow, and a piercing through his bottom lip. And while I had grown out of the whole "rocker" type when I was younger, for some reason here, tonight.... he was sinfully sexy... And, already, I was all his.

We talked, we laughed, we flirted. Caught up on everything we hadn't said to each other in the last few years, since we hadn't seen each other. Then he grabbed my hand and dragged me onto the dance floor when a slow R&B song came on.....


All it took was once dance. One dance to a seductively slow beat, my hips grinding against his, and I was a puddle... Within minutes, his lips found my neck. And he bit down. Hard. I shivered.... When I caught my breath, I looked over my shoulder, and brought him down to me, my lips meeting his, almost feeling the electricity surge through my blood as I kissed him.


He groaned as my ass kneaded against his now throbbing cock.


"You're mine tonight," I heard seep out in a growling whisper, as his lips brushed again on my neck.

"I can't tonight. Tomorrow?"

"You got it, babe." And with another deep, potent kiss... He was gone.








The next night, I waited. He came in with the same group of friends, all of which were close friends of mine. Tonight, he was wearing black cargo pants, and a black button up shirt. Hair still spiked, and.... holy shit.... I didn't notice before, but.... is that a tongue ring??? Can someone out-sexify themselves? My pussy was immediately wet.

He saw me across the dance floor. Winked. My throat closed up for a moment, and I forgot how to breathe. I sent him a cool, easy smile and winked back at him. A moment later, after he had gone to the bar, he came up with two drinks in his hand. One for me, and one for him. He set them down on the table next to me, and wrapped his arms around my waist in a way that had goose bumps forming all over my body.

I wondered if he could feel how hard my nipples got when his hands ran down my hips to rest on my ass as he pulled me in close.

"Hi." His voice was like silk. One of those deep purple silk tapestries that bring in a warmth to a room... a sexiness that can't be described with words.... That's how his voice made me feel as he whispered that one word in my ear. Or maybe it was the way his teeth grazed my neck right before he said it... Either way, I was like putty in his hands.

After a night of dancing, laughing, talking, swaying, grinding, sweating, kissing, and many sensual embraces, we went to a local diner with our friends. Throughout dinner, his hand found my knee. The simple touch threw shivers up my spine. By God, there had to be a wet spot on the chair I was in by now... If he kept touching me this way, like he had been all night, they would need to re-upholster the chair!

I could feel the intense heat burning between my thighs, driving me insane with that desire I had felt since the night before as it seemed to multiply with the minutes that passed at the table. His hand grew nearer to the source of my exquisite discomfort.

His eyes met mine, and I heard a small groan escape his throat as his hand came, finally, to my crotch. He must have felt through my jeans how wet I was.

The check couldn't have come at any better moment. We quickly paid, and followed our friends back to their house, where we would be staying for the night. After a few minutes of chatting with them, they went to their bedrooms, and Freddy and I made a pad on the living room floor.


We made small talk, and I realized, suddenly, that I was nervous. Why the hell was I nervous? I had known him for years! We had the same friends, graduated together, and still saw each other from time to time. Only... I had never seen him in this way before. I had never imagined the feeling I had now, with his hand resting on my hip, pulling me close to him as his eyes stared into mine.


I had butterflies.


I wasn't used to that.


His lips met mine, only at this moment it was softer than it had been the night before. The passion was still there, Yes.... but he probably sensed that I was nervous, because his mouth was suddenly soft on mine. His hand was tender on my face, holding it just below my cheekbone, where I like it the most. His tongue was sweet on mine, reminding me that he wanted me in a way that soothed my nerves.


His hand moved from my face, down my neck, where his fingers toyed with the small hairs that came loose from my ponytail.... down to my breast, brushing over my nipple as it slid down my side to slide under my shirt.... His hand rested there for a minute, and he pulled his mouth away from mine, staring deep into my eyes.

Our eyes held for a minute, a message of mutual trust passing between us. No, I had never seen him this way. I didn't think it was possible that I had known this man for so many years, because right now, in this moment.... he was a whole new person....

His hand slid up, bringing my shirt up with it, pulling it up over my breasts, where he paused for a moment, rubbing his thumb over the bump on the bra where my nipple poked up.... Sliding his hand up more, he brought the shirt over my head. When the hem of my shirt slid off of my head, his face was back up by mine, smiling. He kissed me gently, before moving his mouth to my neck. He found that spot I loved... where my neck meets my color bone... How did he know that was where I wanted him to kiss me.......

Before I realized it, my bra was off, and he was staring down at my breasts in his hands, admiring for a moment before he moved down to kiss them.

I gasped, and my body raised off the ground as his teeth and tongue sent my body into a frenzy, and a small moan dripped from my mouth. He quickly looked up at me, smiling as he came up and kissed me again.

"Roze, we gotta be quiet. The others will wake up if you scream."

I nodded at him as he peeled his shirt off, and threw it aside, with mine.

"Remember, Roze. You're mine tonight." The tone that lingered beneath those words matched the fire that shone in his eyes. He slid his pants off, revealing his hard cock. As soon as I saw him, he disappeared beneath the covers, his thumbs latching onto my pants and underwear, pulling them down together. I was now fully naked.



I felt his lips first graze over my feet... slowly moving up my legs, over my knees... skimming up my thighs... I lifted the covers, throwing them to the side to see what he was doing. He caught my eye, looking up at me, and his lips came within a breath of my dripping wet pussy, and he whispered......


"Try not to scream..."

And he was on me.


His tongue drove me crazy. He thrashed over my clit, relentlessly pushing me closer to the edge. I was trying so desperately not to scream, as little whispering moans escaped my throat. He slid one finger in, quickly following with two. He slid them in and out, over and over, moving them rhythmically as his tongue flicked over my clit again and again. And then, he pressed them up towards him. He found my spot. Held it there.

All I needed was one movement.

I was so close.

With one quick twist of his wrist, he latched onto my clit, sucking hungrily as his fingers moved against that spot.... I exploded, shaking against his hand, and mouth. Breathing out silence in place of the moan I was longing to give. When I came back down from wherever it was he had sent me, he was staring up at me, the fire that had been in his eyes before now burning brighter. I grabbed his hair, pulling him up to me and kissing him hard on the mouth.

I rolled us over, grinding my hips against his cock, like I had done earlier in the club. Only this time, the wetness dripping from my cunt trickled down his dick. Each time, more and more as my pussy rubbed against his cock again and again. My clit was so sensitive from just having come, that all it took was a moment of his cock sliding against just the right spot, and I came again...

As I slid down off of another high, I also slid down his body, not hesitating as I took my tongue and slid it up his cock, lapping up every drop I had left there. I spent several long minutes tracing his cock with my tongue, making sure I had cleaned it of my juices. I tasted delicious... He tasted delicious... I took him in my mouth at last.

Sucking his dick was like sucking on candy. I loved every inch of his beautiful cock as it slid in and out of my mouth...

I could feel him pulsing, as the head of his cock pressed against my throat. And the sounds he was making as I toyed with him, with lips, teeth, and tongue, had me on the edge all over again.

I needed him inside me.

I came back up to him, laying next to him as his hand found my pussy again, rubbing me to prepare me for what was next. A few more minutes of teasing touches, and his hand moved to my hip, pulling me over him, and the head of his cock met my pussy. I slowly slid down... taking inch by slow inch into me... my head falling back, my hair brushing over my shoulders...

I started to ride, looking down at him as his hands rested on my hips.

"Ahh, fuck Roze. You feel so good."

"Mmmm, you do too, baby."



I decided to tease him. I moved my hips up, so just the head was in.

And I froze.

I came down to his ear, traced my tongue over it, and whispered.....

 You want this pussy, baby?

"Oh GOD yes!"

"That's not good enough. Do you. Want. This. Pussy."

"Please, Roze. Please give me your pussy. Fuck me. Please Fuck me!"


I slammed down, gasping as I began to pump on his cock. I fucked him hard. Fast. I drove him closer to the edge with every stroke. I kissed him passionately, trying to keep us both quiet as I fucked him into oblivion.

He moved lightning fast, meeting every thrust of mine with one more powerful of his own. I was going to cum soon. Very soon.

I started to tremble as he pounded against that sweet spot deep in my pussy. He brought his body up to mine, wrapping his arms around my waist, bringing me down harder onto him. His hand covered my mouth as I opened it to moan. And I came, quivering over his cock as the waves of delicious pleasure crashed over my body.



He flipped us back over, and put my ankles over his shoulders. He plunged back into me, somehow getting deeper than before, making me cum again, almost instantly. Within minutes he was throbbing inside me, ready to cum.



"Where do you want it, baby?"

"MMMmmmmmmmmmmm, cum all over me...... I want it all over me!"


He pulled out, and stroked it once, twice, three times, and he shot his load all over me. It spilled out onto my tits, my mouth, my belly. I moaned as I looked up at him, giggling quietly as he smiled at me. I cleaned myself up, wiping the cum off of me, and licking it off my fingers.



Delicious.





And that was only round one....

Me.

Hello, darlings.

So I have had a blog like this before, a while back, and I got rid of it for a while, thinking I didn't want to do it anymore. Now, years later, I have realized just how much a part of me my writing really is. So, I have decided to re-open my blog, so to speak, under a new name. Lady Roze's Bedroom.

As you probably guessed, my name is Roze. And I am a Lady. :) Well... most of the time anyways. ;)

I'm not going to talk a whole lot about myself, as I'm sure we will get to know each other over time.

I hope you enjoy my stories, and I hope you come back and see me whenever possible.

Blessed Be.