Rrrrr I want to fuck your face so badly. I want to lift you up to straddle me, fingers digging deeply into your perfect little ass, grasping, pulling the cheeks apart so you feel the whisper of cold air twist to tickle your parting lips and pull strings of yearning in your core that spark fires along along their way. Firm arms bearing your body, pressing sharply against the wall so quickly that you gasp as your head knocks back briefly against the textured wall and the startled breath catches in your throat ending in a subtle note of surprise, a vocal trigger that enamors and endears you to me. My lips trace your pulse along an alabaster shoulder till they find their mark on your collar and my teeth elicit yet another audible moan of sweet pleasure and I burn with desire. My chest, oak against your velvet, braces and supports you against the wall. My hands claim your wrists, spread wide and force them upwards leaving you stretched, helpless and vulnerable to my affectionate whim. Tongues dance in a fervor of ecstasy building until it’s beat, that heated drum roaring between your ears, moves us to passion and I spin, stars whirling in your lovestruck eyes, to strike the bed with your fevered flesh, mine upon you and yours entwined. Hands that once bound wrists find new territories and skitter their way across skin, admiring landmarks, exploring and claiming until they reach your gentle throat. I cradle your beauty and briefly stroke fingertips against the silken skin, admiring your features, reveling in an exquisite grace such that angels would fall to jealousy to possess, before winding my long digits just below that pointed chin feeling the hammer of your heart resounding just below a porcelain veil so thin I see the tremble of it’s beat,delicate within my grip. One hand wrapped so tightly with your hair, the other an iron collar on your throat I kiss you with a fire that screeches white hot through your spirit and the rushing in your ears is such that you would drown in overwhelming sensation, every neuron throughoutl set afire at once with phosphorus that burns without cessation and you cremate in my arms. I draw your head back with an unyielding grip and the further exposure of your throat only spurs me to engulf it more fully, squeezing till darkness trickles in, obscuring the red behind tightly shut eyelids, as my tongue twists so deeply with it’s match who dances and teases, tasting of nectar and bliss. Finally it is more than my soul should bear and we break, eyes locked in combat, breath hurried and panting, hungry with desire. With all the force of resounding lust I draw your head against me and you admit me to your mouth, feeling the rigid bone of carbon steel wrapped with velvets and silk, push brusquely down your coiled throat reaching for where sweet breath begins. Your lips trace the serpentine coils of my veins, up and down, composing a map of erotic origin and feeling my pulse within your teeth, a steady drum that waxes with each motion, till it bludgeons the senses in it’s urgency. Up and down, back and forth, more and more, you feel your excitement build with each passing wave as a tidal force emerges primal and screaming in it’s birth. The heavens split and the sky bellows rage in a clap that shakes the very anchors of this world and continues rolling, cresting louder, again and again to match the vocal rumbling in my throat. Viridian jewels glance coyly upwards to demurely witness my utter defeat, satisfaction sparkling in your eyes as the fading scent of seawater trickles down to disappear deep within you, and you consume my being. Yet you are unrelenting and further torture my body till the spasms are unbearable and the storm has finally passed. Slowly I am withdrawn in exhaustion and your body melds to mine, twin forms made into one and your head rests perfectly upon my chest. I am transfixed by your gaze and my soul sings softly in gentle refrain. And as thus, we wait to greet the dawn… Read more »

Nothing beats waking up next to someone you find irresistibly delicious, like today.

He looks especially delicious sleepily laying there, his leg raised to his stomach making the outline of his ass stand out perfectly through his shorts.

My fingertips trailed over his body as he cracked jokes unaware of how much i wanted to take him, until suddenly my fingers slipped down to teasingly part his cheeks and stimulate him physically and emotionally, my teeth digging into his back.

Theres this little trick i enjoy where my nails trail from his neck all the way down, digging harder into his flesh causing him to moan and push his ass against my pussy.

Those are the moments i wish i had a cock to bury deep into him, but instead i work with what I’ve got.

Deethroating my fingers to wet them with my spit i soon slide them across his hole, teasing him before i inevitably push them in, each moan giving me my own special little pleasure, going faster just to hear him gasp more and more. Read more »

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Helen Takes a Ride

Helen blushed as her honey brown eyes glazed over her sensuous form. Clad in tall black pumps, sheer black thigh highs pinned to a tight black garter belt, and her breasts nearly spilling from the sheer black bra she had to admit she looked damn good. Rarely did she dress up outside of work, but tonight called for something a little extra. Helen applied the last of her crimson lipstick to her pouty lips and nodded to herself. She was actually going through with this.

As she made her way to her bedroom her high pumps clicked along her hard wood floor. Each step bringing her closer to a new chapter in her life. Having her boyfriend leave her, cut down to part-time at work, and now having to pay for the apartment by herself Helen had wracked her brain for a new source of income.

It had been a fluke that one of her girlfriends had told her about women performing cam shows as she had called them. At first Helen was put off by the idea of sharing her body to the world, but between “researching” and fantasizing about the act she finally broke down and told herself she would try it one time. Read more »