Author: CautionHotLlama

Sex last night

Sex last night was incredible. The glow of the red lamp barely illuminating us, cuddled against each other beneath the down comforter, softly caressing and warming your skin.

When you grabbed my balls I was in ecstasy. Putting my penis against your clit, rubbing me into you was moan inducing. I love turning you on, watching you get turned on, and touching you when you’re turned on. Usually it takes longer for you to get wet, but after making out and reaching down to stroke your pussy I was pleasantly surprised that you were already clearly turned on.

The light touches over your labia and down over your clit were enough to make you moan. I stimulated your clit with your wetness for brief moments, waiting until you moaned before I paused, transitioning to slide my middle finger just inside your pussy while using my thumb to gently press against the wet area up and over your clit. As I gently fingered you, I listened to your body, tensing, arching, moaning, and when I thought you were close to an orgasm, I pulled out grabbed my penis and slid my full length inside of your pussy, feeling your warmth grip me as I slid in and out of you. I literally salivated as I moaned, thrusting closer and closer to an orgasm. Before I reached the point of no return I pulled out, began kissing you, and resumed fingering your gspot and clit. Read more »

From art show to bedroom (M4F)

There was something about the warm night air, the soft glow of the lighting, the wine being catered, the rumbling murmur of the crowd milling about the exhibit. New to town, I was stretching my socializing skills, hoping to meet a buyer for my paintings and had been happening upon open (and closed) exhibits throughout the area.

My curiosity in buyers was not straight forward since I didn’t have any pieces hung in any of the local shows; rather, my plan was to approach parties interested in pieces similar to my own style and discuss the work.

We hadn’t met before that night, but I’d seen you at another show across town the weekend before. I tried to reign in my imagination before it painted your silhouette, but I wasn’t quick enough. A well balanced women, not stilted on heels, not overdone in makeup, not necessarily even focused on the art in front of her. I approached in my usual way, but you had none of it. The frame of the painting was what caught your eye; perhaps a frame would better suit the seller. I enjoyed musing with you, exploring the often neglected ideas that generic crowds repeat at every show. Coffee sounded nice; you agreed. Read more »