Sunday, June 12, 2011
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
Sun bathing
Thursday, July 29, 2010
on edge
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
Different strokes
Her strokes , firm, controlling, pinching, pulling, squeezing, taking, such sweet torture, harsh spanks, sharp bites, her marks, his needs, then gliding down his firm chest, taking control, forcing him to turn, to offer his cheeks, his back, to her nails, lines forming down his back, over his ass, down his thighs, each tingling, one slow line after another, as his back arches, his cheeks wait, his thighs tighten, knowing, wanting her touch, legs spread, as fingers move up the inner thighs, closer, closer, tracing the edge of each sharply defined muscle, aching as she caresses, stoked between his cheeks, touching and probing, watching him, as she strokes his back with her hard nipples, her teeth reaching for his neck, his shoulder, anything to taste, to feel the firm flesh , to hear the sharp gasps, the sighs and moans as she strokes his skin, stroked his neck, the inside of his arms, her tongue tracing the welts left on his body, biting now into his hard nipples, ah yes, sucking and chewing, so responsive, so easy to control, taking him into her mouth, her tongue stroking around and around, tasting him, stroking his shaft, stroking his balls, squeezing him hard and then harder, pulling him, head trapped between her teeth, sliding down, deeper, her mouth stroking, as her hands glide over his ass, parting and probing, sliding slowly in, pressing him to her, pushing him closer, waiting for his spasms, knowing she owns him.
Stroking
Thursday, May 27, 2010
Hers
Friday, April 23, 2010
Back massage...
Not many people will turn down an offer of a massage, although there are some types of massages which may be more interesting than others. So when I offered a back massage to ease sore muscles, I was not surprised to have the offer seized upon, although I was surprised to see her removing all of her clothes, saying she did not want to get oil on them and hoped I did not mind. As I warmed the oil and set up the table, she chatted merrily about her day all the while stretching her back which had the effect of pushing her chest crowned with perky breasts and cute nipples out toward me. It seemed not to concern her that she was flashing her waxed pussy snuggled between her firm thighs.
She climbed onto the table lying on her stomach and when I offered a towel to cover her cheeks she assured me it was not necessary and if I wished to massage further down once her back was taken care of she would appreciate that since her thighs and gluts had also had quite a workout. Hmm. I pour some warm lavender scented oil onto her back and spread it slowly across her shoulder blades and up towards her neck. Feeling the tension in her shoulders I pressed my thumbs into the knots hearing her moan as I forced the knot to relax, Her moans turned to soft signs after the initial pressure and I continued on, working her neck muscles, my fingers gliding across the tendons in the back of her neck and stroking up around the sides, under her ears, feeling the muscles relax, as she turned her head, offering her smooth neck to my fingers, slowly softly I stroked, feeling her body begin to relax more and more, yet knowing there was still work to be done on her back and reluctantly, slid my palms down over her shoulder blades, probing for more tension, pressing and kneading at each tightness, then soothing and stroking, circling and caressing, tracing circles, the oil, sliding over her smooth skin, it’s scent filling the air, fingers dipping down her sides, to touch the outside edges of her breasts. Feeling no muscles tensing, I continue to spread the oil, stoking and teasing, then moving back onto her lower back, pressing into the muscles on each side of her spine, her cute cheeks begging for a touch, slightly flexing as I continued to work her back, slowing and stoking my fingers up her spine to the just under her hairline and then back down again to the top of the crease. More oil, sliding over her cheeks, the firm muscles kneaded, spread as I worked the inside of each, oil glistening as it slid down, offering my eyes a view of the smooth skin, the puckered opening, pulsing slightly, my hands sliding down now over the backs of her thighs, down her smooth legs, down to her toes, running oil, stroking each toe, under her feet, up her calves, legs spread so I can work the inside thighs. She turns over, asking for more, asking to be stroked and touched, rubbed and teased, her nipples hard, her mouth slightly open, her breathing soft,deep, my hands spreading oil over her breasts, pulling on nipples, twisting slightly, watching her eyes flutter, her neck stretch upward, her legs spreading wider, lips parted as her tongue peaked out, down over her firm tummy, down her legs, then up, her legs wider now, as my fingers spread oil over her waxed skin, lower lips glistening, clit firm, as my fingers massage, her wetness mingling with the oil, fingers slipping inside, stroking, reaching, roughness pressed as my tongue reaches out to lick her clit, tasting her, sucking her in, feeling it swell as she pushed up, demanding more, her hands taking my head and forcing me against her, tongue lashing, teeth nibbling, until she spasms, crying out, and falling back on the table, my tongue softly stroking now, licking gently, face wet with her juices, before lifting up to see a beautiful smile on her face.
You can give me a massage like that anytime she says, sliding off the table, and heading for a shower, leaving me standing, watching her firm cheeks flex, her scent filling my nostrils, her taste in my mouth.
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
Good vibrations
When one does not have a motorcycle or a sybian what does one do? Why buy vibe panties with a remote which works from 12 meters away. Slip the bullet inside, pull up the lace panties to hold it tight and slide into tight jeans. A cool top, which shows off nipples when they harder completes the outfit. Only now you have to give the control to someone, knowing they will use it and you have no say in when or how.
At your desk ,on the phone with a client and it happens again, so intense, you gasp and give a small moan, your client wondering what is going on. You slump back in your chair, fingers reaching for nipples, needing to pinch, looking to see if anyone notices, your thighs widening, pushing up, thrusting onto the bullet pressed tightly against your clit. Trapped by the panties and the jeans. You need more, you need to feel naked skin, and fingers drift down to slide under the jeans, down to curl inside, stroking in tune with the vibrations , the pulses on and off, controlling you, controlling your flexing,controlling your thrusting, eyes closing and cheeks clenching as you ride the sensations, the need to give in, to accept, overwhelming, waiting for permission waiting for his words in your ear, his mouth on your neck, his teeth biting softly then harder as he forces your orgasm , out of your control, a stream of moans signaling your need., until you finally give in and collapse onto your desk, open mouthed, flushed, jeans flooded, your scent filling the air.
The vibrations stop, but there are still 6 hours of worktime ahead . How will you manage?