Author: Dutchess_1986

Throbbing – can I do it again please?

Tension has been building all evening. Our eyes meet, legs touch now and then, a little appetizer of a kiss. We’re at a place where we both know that this is just the start. I invite you in, we kiss some more. A smile on our lips, yeah this feels good.

I feel you pressed against me, straining in your jeans. The rigid curve of beautiful man meat. My slut hums in my head. We like this. Hard cock is the best cock, especially when it’s mine for the evening.

Clothes are carelessly thrown on the floor as we stumble to the bed. Too greedy for a sleek striptease. As we move closer and skin touches skin my head quiets. Slut is taking over, less thinking, more feeling. Body over mind. Your hands roam my body and make me shiver in ecstasy. But Slut is greedy and wanton. She is needy and demanding, and she needs to feel you inside. I let my nose and lips lead me as I slowly make my way down from your neck to your chest, towards my goal. I groan at the hot smell of excitement on you. In the corner of my eye I see you; twitching, hard, velvet, brilliantly smooth and rugged at the same time. It’s a thing of beauty. Perfection in aggressive maleness and yet so vulnerable and soft as silk. My mouth waters. Damn I LOVE cock. Read more »

The Train [M/F] [exhibitionism] [rough] [squirt]

I’m in a train, going places to see people. It is going to be a long and boring trip. One I have made a hundred times before. It’s early Saturday morning, the train is all but empty. I stare out the window at nothing and everything. At the next station, You come in and place yourself at the other side of the aisle. My, what a view. Thor in a uniform. Tall, bulky, strong, blond, a slight stubble across your face doesn’t fit the well trained impeccable marine look, but oh how it works. You look like you would throw me across the room without effort. It crosses my mind I have an unhealthy fascination for men in uniform. I look at your hands, I have sort of a hand fetish. Big, strong hands, with veins to die for. Hands that have seen hard work, that can caress and choke and smack and leave a mark. I move around on my seat, restless. I’m almost afraid to look up, but I can’t help myself. I dare a glance and my heart almost stops. You are looking straight at me. Looking hard at me. I see your jaw muscle working. I feel myself getting wet, a blush creeps up my neck to my cheeks as the heat in me builds. I swallow. A slow smirk forms on your mouth. You know the effect you’re having on me. Read more »