I hate family events, I mean really hate them. From the "You scrub up well" to the "Why did you have to get another tattoo?"
But then I never expected to see him there. I don't know why I didn't, I mean he's a family friend so why not? And I've been fantasising about fucking him for so long it's been driving me crazy. Not that I ever expected anything. He always seemed so nice, and clean cut. Dare I say almost good for me?
So when I finally get him all alone and to myself we talk, am I single? Oh hell yeah. How can a nice girl like me be single? How sweet, you still think I'm nice. I'm tired of this almost flirting and feeling like I'm under the microscope of my family. I smile that half smile, pull my hair out of my eyes, lean over, one hand on his thigh and the other on his shoulder and whisper "Let's get the fuck out of here, just for an hour or I swear I'll go mad."
"OK." Damn, I didn't think it'd be that easy. I lead us out a back door out of the house, and round the corner. I pull him down the road and lean my back against the wall, pulling him into me and kissing him. He wraps his arms around my waist and kisses me back. Hey, when did being subtle get you anywhere? He ran his hands over my body, and I reached under his shirt and raked my nails down his chest. He wrapped my hair in his fingers pulling my head to the side and kissed my ear and down my neck.
"Lets go somewhere a little more private." The joys of having a house in the middle of nowhere is that there's plenty of feilds for a little privacy. Well, more private than this anyway. We hurried off to a feild a few minutes away. We dropped to the grass and he was on top of me. He pulled my skirt up and my underwear off, stuffing it into my mouth. He turned me over and pulled me onto my hands and knees. I heard him undo his jeans and he was soon inside me, fucking me hard. I moaned through my underwear. Then a finger slid into my arse, and I pushed back against it. He pulled out of my driping cunt and then he was in my arse, stretching my tight hole and it felt amazing. I started rubbing my clit with one hand which he pulled away and held in an arm lock behind my back.
He pulled out and turned me over, and took my underwear out of my mouth, grabbed my hair and forced my head down over his cock, ripping my top down and slapping my tits as I choked on his cock. He pushed me back down and was back inside my arse and rubbing my clit until I came. He pumped into my arse harder and harder until he filled my arse with his spunk. We lay on the grass breathless, he finally turned to me, put an arm around me.
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Tuesday, 21 February 2012
Thursday, 23 June 2011
Holy Crap!
So it's like eight o'clock in the morning, we've been out clubbing all night and the night before. And we are trashed, and exhausted, we ache, and finally we have stripped off and crawled into bed. We are already sweaty and gross and really should just be going to bed. Well we're in bed, that's close enough right?
He puts his arms around me and kisses me, and his hands run all over my body, and his fingers find my already wet cunt, and are inside me making me moan into his shoulder as I kiss it. My hands are all over his body and then he pulls me on top of him. I slide him inside me and his hands are all over my chest, strong but soft. My eyes lock onto his as I ride him until I am biting my lip to stop from screaming the entire flat down around me. I orgasm and it feels like my entire body has gone off like a rocket and I collapse on top of him totally breathless. He rolls me onto my back and it all gets a little hazy from there. When it is over we lay gasping for breath in each other's arms and nuzzle each other. The next thing I know it's some time in the afternoon.
Sex with Storm is way more addictive than crack, fizzy cola bottles and anything else I can think of! I've not been able to concentrate at work!
He puts his arms around me and kisses me, and his hands run all over my body, and his fingers find my already wet cunt, and are inside me making me moan into his shoulder as I kiss it. My hands are all over his body and then he pulls me on top of him. I slide him inside me and his hands are all over my chest, strong but soft. My eyes lock onto his as I ride him until I am biting my lip to stop from screaming the entire flat down around me. I orgasm and it feels like my entire body has gone off like a rocket and I collapse on top of him totally breathless. He rolls me onto my back and it all gets a little hazy from there. When it is over we lay gasping for breath in each other's arms and nuzzle each other. The next thing I know it's some time in the afternoon.
Sex with Storm is way more addictive than crack, fizzy cola bottles and anything else I can think of! I've not been able to concentrate at work!
Tuesday, 1 March 2011
Fighting Back
An idea from a conversation between Mist and I.
But as I wrote through this I couldn't decide if Taming the Beast might not be a better title. You decide.
He wanted a challenge, and he certainly got it. She was like a coiled spring her body crouched and slightly bent, her legs bent and the knees and up on her toes. She was ready to meet his next move, matching every movement he made with one of her own. What he found so strange was the way that she moved, it seemed so unnatural yet completely comfortable to her. It was strange to him, he who owned her completely, or so he though. No one owned this side of her. There was a definace in this wild, naked woman. And a challenge in her eyes that dared him to even try and catch her.
He made a grab at her slender arm, and it dissapeared beneath him to be replaced by a sweeping almost claw like hand to his arm. He pulled away, shocked at her speed. But he had one thing that she did not. Strength. And he did not plan to lose to his wild girl. This was his idea and he would always feel like he would never completely own her until he had taken control of this almost inhuman side to her. He took another grab at her, this time for her hair which was trailing wild in her face. But again she was already gone and diving behind him with a bizarre agility. There was nothing graceful or cat like about it, yet it was beautiful in it's own way. She landed behind him on all fours and was diving at his back. But this time he was too quick fer her and he threw her down.
She landed on her shoulder with a grunt and this time was up much slower. She barely managed to miss the kick intended to keep him down and went for him while she had him off balance. The force she piled into him with as she bundled her tiny but powerful body into him sent them both flying and hitting the ground hard. She went into his bare chest with her teeth. She bit down hard enough to taste his blood, and in that moment they both thought she had won. He gathered his thoughts and grabbed her by the hair and throat forcing her away. She swiped out with paw like hands and a wild look in her eye. He threw her away like a broken doll. He glanced grabbed the rope and looked down on her as she pulled herself together. He could see between her legs was slick with her juices. She rose up again but he was prepared. She threw herself at him again, he could tell she was becoming desperate, and tired. He was much bigger and heavier and grabbed her body and threw it down without much of a problem.
She landed on her front and he was on top of her before she could turn, a knee in her back, pinning her once and for all. She still did not give up. Snarling and clawing in a desperate bid to right herself. He grabbed her wild mess of hair and forcing her face down with a force that would later bruise her cheek. One hand went to her head trying to fight off his hand. The other he grabbed and forced behind her back and tying it at the wrist. Using the rope to hold it in place he grabbed the other wrist and forced it back, tying it to the other wrist.
Next was her legs. They had been flailing around but now were completely still. It almost seemed too calm to belong to the deep ragged breaths and growls coming from his captive. He pulled his leg away and she moved as quick as her bonds would allow and was on him, teeth bared and ready to keep going. He struck her across the face knocking her back, but again she came at him. He had more time now, and he grabbed his next length of rope. He forced her down again and sat on her chest, it took a while to tie her legs but eventually with a lot of throwing around had tied her ankles to her thighs. She was bent in an uncomfrtable looking tie still looking up and still full of fire.
He had become as aroused as she, who was now so wet the insides of her thighs were slick with sweat and her juices. He posisioned her with her arse in the air and fucked her. She was exhausted, beaten and broken. He continued to slap and scartch at her skin as she still tried to wrestle and slowly gave in to her captor. He reached his climax and left her there just for a minute. Watching the rise and fall of her body as her breathing became regular again. He untied her and they curled up in each other arms.
But as I wrote through this I couldn't decide if Taming the Beast might not be a better title. You decide.
He wanted a challenge, and he certainly got it. She was like a coiled spring her body crouched and slightly bent, her legs bent and the knees and up on her toes. She was ready to meet his next move, matching every movement he made with one of her own. What he found so strange was the way that she moved, it seemed so unnatural yet completely comfortable to her. It was strange to him, he who owned her completely, or so he though. No one owned this side of her. There was a definace in this wild, naked woman. And a challenge in her eyes that dared him to even try and catch her.
He made a grab at her slender arm, and it dissapeared beneath him to be replaced by a sweeping almost claw like hand to his arm. He pulled away, shocked at her speed. But he had one thing that she did not. Strength. And he did not plan to lose to his wild girl. This was his idea and he would always feel like he would never completely own her until he had taken control of this almost inhuman side to her. He took another grab at her, this time for her hair which was trailing wild in her face. But again she was already gone and diving behind him with a bizarre agility. There was nothing graceful or cat like about it, yet it was beautiful in it's own way. She landed behind him on all fours and was diving at his back. But this time he was too quick fer her and he threw her down.
She landed on her shoulder with a grunt and this time was up much slower. She barely managed to miss the kick intended to keep him down and went for him while she had him off balance. The force she piled into him with as she bundled her tiny but powerful body into him sent them both flying and hitting the ground hard. She went into his bare chest with her teeth. She bit down hard enough to taste his blood, and in that moment they both thought she had won. He gathered his thoughts and grabbed her by the hair and throat forcing her away. She swiped out with paw like hands and a wild look in her eye. He threw her away like a broken doll. He glanced grabbed the rope and looked down on her as she pulled herself together. He could see between her legs was slick with her juices. She rose up again but he was prepared. She threw herself at him again, he could tell she was becoming desperate, and tired. He was much bigger and heavier and grabbed her body and threw it down without much of a problem.
She landed on her front and he was on top of her before she could turn, a knee in her back, pinning her once and for all. She still did not give up. Snarling and clawing in a desperate bid to right herself. He grabbed her wild mess of hair and forcing her face down with a force that would later bruise her cheek. One hand went to her head trying to fight off his hand. The other he grabbed and forced behind her back and tying it at the wrist. Using the rope to hold it in place he grabbed the other wrist and forced it back, tying it to the other wrist.
Next was her legs. They had been flailing around but now were completely still. It almost seemed too calm to belong to the deep ragged breaths and growls coming from his captive. He pulled his leg away and she moved as quick as her bonds would allow and was on him, teeth bared and ready to keep going. He struck her across the face knocking her back, but again she came at him. He had more time now, and he grabbed his next length of rope. He forced her down again and sat on her chest, it took a while to tie her legs but eventually with a lot of throwing around had tied her ankles to her thighs. She was bent in an uncomfrtable looking tie still looking up and still full of fire.
He had become as aroused as she, who was now so wet the insides of her thighs were slick with sweat and her juices. He posisioned her with her arse in the air and fucked her. She was exhausted, beaten and broken. He continued to slap and scartch at her skin as she still tried to wrestle and slowly gave in to her captor. He reached his climax and left her there just for a minute. Watching the rise and fall of her body as her breathing became regular again. He untied her and they curled up in each other arms.
Saturday, 1 January 2011
My Happy New Year
Right first off, hope you all had a great new year whatever you were doing or not doing.
Secondly if I can get through telling the story of my new year without getting insanely horny and distracted then I have achieved something very special.
We'd had a bit to drink between Fyn and I, although we weren't drunk. Even if my hiccups were at the time the funniest thing ever. Somehow the subject of porn came up, and we ended up putting some on my laptop. Fyn was pretty turned on and so was I so I leaned down and started sucking him off. We decided to take ourselves and the porn upstairs to bed and he told me to strip. He climbed into bed with me and began slapping my tits while I wanked him off. I was dripping at this point so he finally fucked me. He slapped me, pulled my hair, pinched my nipples and called me a dirty whore and a filthy slut. He then pulled out and told me not to move and he came over me and rubbed his cum over my body. But I still hadn't cum yet and was going a bit crazy by now, He slid his fingers into me and fucked me hard but before I could cum from that he pulled out and stuck them in my arse and fucked my arse with his fingers while I rubbed my clit. The orgasm was amazing.
Well I had to condense it a little but I got through it. Shame he's still fast asleep upstairs I really want to cum again now but I can't without permission.
Secondly if I can get through telling the story of my new year without getting insanely horny and distracted then I have achieved something very special.
We'd had a bit to drink between Fyn and I, although we weren't drunk. Even if my hiccups were at the time the funniest thing ever. Somehow the subject of porn came up, and we ended up putting some on my laptop. Fyn was pretty turned on and so was I so I leaned down and started sucking him off. We decided to take ourselves and the porn upstairs to bed and he told me to strip. He climbed into bed with me and began slapping my tits while I wanked him off. I was dripping at this point so he finally fucked me. He slapped me, pulled my hair, pinched my nipples and called me a dirty whore and a filthy slut. He then pulled out and told me not to move and he came over me and rubbed his cum over my body. But I still hadn't cum yet and was going a bit crazy by now, He slid his fingers into me and fucked me hard but before I could cum from that he pulled out and stuck them in my arse and fucked my arse with his fingers while I rubbed my clit. The orgasm was amazing.
Well I had to condense it a little but I got through it. Shame he's still fast asleep upstairs I really want to cum again now but I can't without permission.
Saturday, 20 November 2010
Tonight
I'm feeling a bit rough tonight, caught Fyn's stomach bug. (Damn him!) So in a little while I shall be tying him up in some creative way so that he isn't going anywhere and forcing him to watch some porn. Just cause my stomach bug means I can't do very much else. I'll let you know how it goes later!
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