Writing

Inspired (from September 3, 2011)

I want an unexpected fuck…
I want to be surprised while I am rushing to get ready
In the bathroom, before the party
For which we are late
I want a rough fuck…
I don't want it gentle and soft and polite
But instead, I want to cry out and grip the counter
And feel the bruises for days afterward.
I want a hungry fuck…
I want to feel your teeth on my shoulder
As your cock impales me from behind
And your fingers reach around me, seeking my swollen clit
I want an impatient fuck…
I want you to hear your hot words of need
Against my glistening skin as I cum too quickly,
Over and over and over again.
I want a "worth it" fuck…
I want to have to shower afterwards because our
Cum has dripped down my thighs and my hair
Is a mess because you've pulled it in a passionate rage.
Well? Can you give me what I want?

Inspired by the above post. (From September 4, 2011)

This is to be our first party together. You were never one to go to parties, but in the last few months you've changed. You love to take me with you to hang out with new friends. I love being known as your partner.

I'm starting to get ready, even though you aren't home yet. I've had a shower, and am standing in front of the mirror putting on makeup, when I hear you come through the door.

"Babe? Where are you, hon?"

"Here, my love," I say as I appear in the bathroom hallway. I'm wearing a black bra and panties and black stockings. Your eyes run up and down my body as you throw off your jacket. I grin as I see what my lack of clothing has done to your cock. I turn back into the bathroom, as you follow me. You wrap your arms around me and I feel your erection against my ass.

I smile and kiss your arm which is pressed against my breasts. "You better have a shower, sweetie, we're going to be late."

You ignore what I've said and start kissing and lightly biting my neck, which you know is an instant turn-on. Then you work your way up to my mouth, as your fingers slide down into my panties, and find my clit.

"No, babe, really, we have to go, " I manage to say before your tongue finds mine.

Your fingers are insistent, and I have to lean against the counter. You've already started to slip your pants down, and your cock is hard in your hand.

"I want you, and I want you now. I've been thinking about your pussy all afternoon at work."

You push two fingers into me and find that I'm already wet. I start to moan. Two seconds later your cock slides into me easily from behind, as you push me down on the bathroom counter.

"I want to hear you scream. I want you to tell me how much you love me to fuck you hard."

By this point you are driving your cock into me as hard as you can and it doesn't take long before I am screaming and calling your name.

You wrap your fingers in my long hair and pull me up from the counter so you can kiss me. We watch ourselves in the bathroom mirror and laugh.

"Do you want more?"

Yes, I nod, yes.

"Tell me."

"I want more. I want to be fucked until I can hardly walk. Ohhhhh!"

I can't keep count of how many times I cum. And then I feel your cock swelling inside me and you too are cumming as hard as I am.

Slowly as you soften and ease out of me, you turn me around and look deep into my eyes. As we grin at each other, I reach over to turn on the shower. My thighs are soaking wet. Guess, we're going to be very late, but you've given me what I always want and need.

"Be ready for round two when we get home," you whisper in my ear as we head down the stairs a little while later. YES. YES. I want this.