*This is my first time writing anything. Critique always welcomed!*

“What are you wearing right now?”

“What do you mean? Same thing I always am, you goof.”

“No really, tell me what you’re wearing.”

“Umm… well, I’m wearing your grey t shirt – the one with the hole that you wanted to throw away, remember? – and some shorts.”

“The red ones?”

“Yes! See I told you, you knew.”

“I like those shorts. The way you ass just peaks out the bottom always gets me a little hard.”

“Um wow, what are you trying to start here?”

“Where are you right now?”

“I’m on the bed? Where are you?”

“Lie down on your back.”

“…”

“You better listen to me.”

“…yes. I’m on my back.”

“I want you to run your hand over your stomach and ribs, feel yourself through your shirt. Can you imagine me touching you right now?”

“Yes.”

“Tell me how it feels.”

“It feels good. I miss you.”

“I miss you too, baby. I miss the soft feeling of your skin, your smell, the way you whimper when I lick you…” Read more »

I came home from work. Lisa was sitting on the couch with a bottle of wine. She patted the cushion next to her. “Sit down, baby.”

Ok, shit. Lisa’s been seriously expanding our bedroom boundaries. It has resulted in the most incredible sex of my life. And the most painful. Every time I realised that she had a new idea, I felt conflicting emotions of arousal and fear. She clearly had a new idea.

I walked to the couch. “Jesus.What are we doing now?” 

“Sit here.” She patted the cushion again. “Have some wine.”

I picked up my glass and downed it all at once. “I need more.” She smiled and refilled the glass. 

“Here baby.”

I downed that one too. “What do I do now?”

“Go to the bathroom. Use the toilet if you need to. Shower.”

I did what she said. I put on boxer briefs before coming out, and looking at me she smiled. “Just how I want you. Sit here.” I did.

“Oh, Lisa. What are we doing now?”

She cupped my cheek.”I want to try being less gentle.” Read more »

There is an ache between my thighs that would not dissipate. The sudden twitching of your cock every few seconds tells me your desire for me is growing just as much as mine is for you.

We continue to sip on our ice cold drinks as we cuddle in the front seat, unwinding from the long and grueling day. The moon is hidden tonight, but the cloudless sky is illuminated by the twinkles of what must be a thousand stars.

I take my last sip and turn to face you. You take a swig, and I seize the opportunity to have a taste of your neck. Slowly, I run my tongue from collarbone to earlobe. I tease your ear with a sensuous suck and a naughty nibble. A groan is caught in your throat. You know damn well I want you.

Throwing my left leg over your lap, I straddle you. My hands run over your strong biceps, before my left palm finds your jaw and tilts your head back. I suck on your Adam’s apple and feel it move as you gulp. It reminds me of the game I play with the mushroom end of your cock as it pulses in my mouth. Read more »