Velvet Within: The Sexier Version

IMG_0418 copyShe took the condom out of his hand and threw it across the room. He smiled, then gave her a good wet licking. His tongue slid up the thin edges of her labia, dropping to her slit, then feathering back up. When her inner warmth had wet his lips, he spread her labia with a slow flat tongue. He licked her all the way to her clit, wetting the length of her. He drew her wetness up and around, lubricating the whole of her labia as his fingers stroked inside her. Then with sucking kisses he bore down on her clit, sucking a shuddered orgasm from her, lifting her butt clean off of the bed. He kissed her breasts, her face tenderly. Slowly fingering the outline of her labia. He rubbed his cock head against her clit, coating it in her slick. It took but a moment to abandon the tease and slip inside her. Adjustments were made but then, then he pulled back and thrust slowly, deeply inside her. His skin on her skin, sliding sensually together. It felt like velvet. Like his cock was wrapped in velvet. His heart ached and he barely breathed. There was no waiting for her warmth to penetrate rubber. He felt her heat. He felt her pulse. He felt her gripping beautiful muscles welcoming him home. He was sure he would explode that moment.

When he did cum it wasn’t a furious pounding for sensation. It was all sensation. Sensually grinding against her. Feeling his cock twist in the grip of her kegels. He didn’t want it to end. But the burning, head swirling inevitability was fast approach. He moved inside her in long strokes until his rhythm crumbled and pressing his forehead to hers, he cried out. She wrapped her arms around him and held him inside as long as she could.

He looked down at the space between them. His cock was flushed, the skin swollen, the way a stallion looks when he’s done his work. Their sticky mixture slowly ran in a cloudy line, over her asshole and pooled on the bed. Seeing that made him hard again but she was already cleaning up. He laid back in bed, fingering his nipple, trying to commit her velvet to memory.

Sucking Joyous Juice

Your breasts are a little less in the morning half-light

Your muscles are lean, sliding beneath thinned skin

Yesterday covered by voluptuous flesh that stretched

Your skin into curves and plump planes that

Inspire lusty creatures to feast upon you. And I did.

God, I did.

I mouthed every mounded rounded randy curve

Of you and sucked the joyous juice from your flesh

Leaving nothing but your bones, skin, and sinew.

Rest, rest now my Dear

Fill your belly and body with water and wheat

Meat and cheese, whatever pleases your palate

Don’t skimp, don’t skip, just dip your finger

In whatever you wish and nurse yourself back

To health, but know

When your skin swells with a succulent glow,

I will return to mouth your mounds again

And suck the joyous juice from your flesh.

Velvet Within

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“Velvet,” he whispered, fingering his own nipple, a drying pool of cum beside him in bed.

“I don’t know why there aren’t more celibates, just because of the mess,” she said.

He wasn’t listening, not really.

“Isn’t it grand,” he said, “Skin to skin. My passion bursting inside you, filling you.”

“It’s sticky,” she said, “It’s gross. And, and..everywhere.”

“That’s sex,” he smiled.

She shook her head and left the room.

He didn’t know why that night was THE night, but after three long years she suggested they do it without a condom. His mind reached back trying to remember what it felt like but it had been so long.

He rushed through foreplay, jumpstarting her with a good wet blow. His tongue slid up the thin edges of her labia, dropping to her slit, then feathering back up. When her inner warmth had wet his lips, he spread her labia with a slow flat tongue. He licked her all the way to her clit, wetting the length of her. He drew her wetness up and around, lubricating the whole of her labia as his fingers stroked inside her. Then with sucking kisses he bore down on her clit, sucking a shuddered orgasm from her, lifting her butt clean off of the bed. He kissed her breasts, her face tenderly. Slowly fingering the outline of her labia. Then, quite awkwardly, he rubbed his cock head against her clit, coating it in her slick. It took but a moment to abandon the tease and slip inside her. Adjustments were made but then, then he pulled back and thrust slowly, deeply inside her. His skin on her skin, sliding sensually together. It felt like velvet. Like his cock was wrapped in velvet. His heart ached and he barely breathed. There was no waiting for her warmth to penetrate rubber. He felt her heat. He felt her pulse. He felt her gripping beautiful muscles welcoming him home. He was sure he would explode that moment.

When he did cum it wasn’t a furious pounding for sensation. It was all sensation. Sensually grinding against her. Feeling his cock twist in the grip of her kegels. He didn’t want it to end. But the burning, head swirling inevitability was fast approach. He moved inside her in long strokes until his rhythm crumbled and pressing his forehead to hers, he cried out. She wrapped her arms around him and held him inside as long as she could.

He looked down at the space between them. His cock was flushed, the skin swollen, the way a stallion looks when he’s done his work. Their sticky mixture slowly ran in a cloudy line, over her asshole and pooled on the bed. Seeing that made him hard again but she was already cleaning up. He laid back in bed, fingering his nipple, trying to commit her velvet to memory.

Smoke

There is electricity in my fingertips
Juice in my tongue
I will ignite you, send sparks and
Shivers across your skin, lighting
A thin sheet of blue flame that 
Burns between my tongue and you.
Press your heated skin to mine
Suppressing the flame to a smolder
Like soaked charcoal, let’s smoke
Slowly in the heat until our 
Rendered juices run clear.

The Way I Want

If I could love you the way I want

The very sight of my moist bottom

Lip rolling out of my mouth would

Light a fire in your thighs, my eyes

Following the strand of hair that

Slid down your chest and rested

Between your breasts, touching the

Tender sweat that is beading in

The heat of my gaze, after days

Upon days of passionate love made.

Sweat To Slick

Hanging from a sapling

Bareassed and bent in half

Like a C-shaped windsurfer,

She moaned. Let loose

A thumb-thick stream of urine

That shot from her vulva

Like a spouting silver dick.

The stream slowed to a dribble,

Wiggling her ass, she moaned again

In relief, then slapped me for staring.

Walking was a little difficult

With warmth in my shorts,

That swelled to a thickness

I couldn’t deny nor overcome.

We crested the dune, her tight butt

Flexing in front of me, a damp spot

Evident between her thighs.

When we stopped atop, breathless,

I offered her my water, watched a trickle,

Run down her chin, meet with the

Sheen on her chest and disappear

Into the cleft of her breasts.

I had seen enough.

I shoved my hand into her sweaty crotch

Groping with swift and nibble fingers.

She recoiled but came back when she saw

The throbbing shape of my cock,

Ready to burst free from my shorts.

When I had turned her sweat to slick

We slipped between the white pines.

Bending over a low branch, she slid

Her panties to her ankles and wiggled

Her ass against my dripping cock.

Slick we slapped together, humping

In the pine scented breeze

Overlooking the freshwater sea.

Sucking Soiled Panties

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Will opened his suitcase in his hotel room. There atop his folded clothes was a package wrapped with tissue paper, tied with a satin ribbon. He carefully unwrapped the package. Inside he found pair of white panties neatly folded and a letter handwritten on quality cream-colored stationary. The contents of the letter were thus:

My Dearest William,

I cannot begin to tell you how much I am already missing you. We’ve just made love and watching your strong chest rise and fall, asleep, fills me with such sadness for the week to come. A week without you.

I have enclosed those little white panties you like. They never see much wear as you strip them from me as soon as they come into view. I’ve hid them from you these last couple of days, wearing them only at work and during workouts. I didn’t wash yesterday and I didn’t push my workout too hard so as to not soak them with sour sweat. They smell sweet and peppery. I hope the scents please you. There is some light yellow streaking. I hope the sight of my soiled panties makes you hard. It’s all from you, you know. The thought of you holding my panties to your face, your strong hand stroking your beautiful cock, has kept me permanently moist. There is a bit of stiffness where my pussy meets the cotton. I must admit I had the occasion to come in these panties, my fingers working quickly beneath my desk. I wish you had been there (You WERE there, your fingers deep inside me).

I do not wish to receive a sext, a breathy phone call, a skype. I do not want any electronics touching your body. Press my panties to your face. Breath me in. Let your hot breath warm them and let each wafted scent fill you with warmth for me. I want only my panties touching your skin and your strong stroking hand. When you are about to cum I very much hope you draw the stiff crotch of my panties into your hot mouth and suck the stiffness out of them.

The trunks you wore today smell of you. I love the musky scent your sack leaves. It’s fresh but deeply manly. The top of the cup is streaked and spotted with dried pre-cum. It’s like a painting of your desire for me. Was that from seeing me in my new tight dress? Or was it when I slowly stroked your thigh during dessert? I am certain, whispering in your ear, “I am going to lick your cock like a lollipop,” has left its mark here. I’ll be sucking on these tonight.

All Yours,

Karen

When Will’s breathing has calmed, he wiped the dripping cum from his naked body with a warm washcloth. Then giving them one last suck, pulled her wet panties from his mouth.

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Butt Confidence

For the first time in her life

She likes her butt.

No, Loves her butt

She’s got butt confidence

She usually passes

On workout pants that hug

The shape of her ass,

The new ones make her

Ass look like polished marble

She peels them off and

Those sweaty panties too

Dear God, that ass won’t quit!

So smooth, so tight, I want to take

A juicy bite of that apple

She sees me staring, smiles,

Shakes that thing and

I am suddenly so, so hard

I bend her over the bed

Slapping her ass with my dick

Sliding it through her juicy pussy,

Sliding my fingers inside her then

Sucking them off. I drive inside her,

Pounding her pussy and banging

Hard against that big beautiful ass.

Gray-Ace & Grace

Gray-Ace

I’ve been holding my breath for seven years

Waiting for the return of your lust.

Yesterday you punched the air out of me.

You are an asexual, a gray-ace,

But an Ace nonetheless.

I made a promise to myself so long ago

That my wife would never want for my touch.

I guess I should have been more specific.

Grace

Waiting for you to come to me

With your hungry mouth,

Body begging for connection

Is waiting for the sun to rise on Lake Huron

While the dark winter ice slowly melts.

The sun rose this morning

A quivering yoke against a pale blue sky

Together we stirred the great green water

Into frothy white capped waves that slapped

Against the shore and eroded the berm.

Somewhere in love you became my home

And without my home, my lust withers.

I shall wait for the sun.

Afternoon Perk

Tap, tap, tap!

“Yes,” said he said.

“Mr. Johnson, It’s me Danna,” she said opening the door, “I brought you a little afternoon perk up.”

Ms. Jenkins wore a navy blue pencil skirt and matching pumps, a tailored white blouse, and her straight brown hair was swept up into a bun.

“Where would you like your coffee?” she asked.

“Oh, just here on my desk,” he said.

“There you go,” she said cheerfully, “would you like anything else before I go?”

“Well,” he said rolling out from under his desk, dressed in a suit only to the waist, except for underwear, “there is one other thing I would like.”

“Mr. Johnson! You are not wearing any pants.”

“I never do, when I work from home,” he smiled, “you know that Ms. Jenkins.”

“Do I?” she said. Her face suddenly coy.

“You’re not leaving.”

“Perhaps I’ve seen something I like.”

He slid his trunks off. His cock swelling to attention.

“Perhaps you have,” he smiled.

DoDoDoDo! An invitation to video chat popped up.

“Shit!” he said, “It’s my boss.”

He put on his headset and mouthed, “I’m sorry.”

She gave him an exaggerated pouty face but as he concentrated on his call, a smile grew on her lips. Just as he had connected to the video chat and right before he slid his chair in, she tucked herself between his thighs, under the desk. She didn’t know how long the call would be so she went right to work. His cock was harder than she’d seen it in a long time. She teased him at first, just licking the tip and watching it buck with pleasure. Her tongue swirled the head then slid down, then up, wetting his shaft. Her hand stroked rapidly, her mouth sucking his head. She couldn’t see his face but she could tell by his voice that he was struggling to stay focused on the chat. It was just a short call, an update on sales numbers, but she had gotten him within a few strokes of soaking her clean blouse with hot cum. The call ended. In one beautiful fluid movement, he pulled her up, pulled her skirt up and slammed her atop the desk. She wore no panties.

“You dirty fucking minx,” he breathed hot into her ear.

He slammed his fingers into her soaked pussy. She moaned, biting his ear, drawing blood. He wiped the blood from his ear and looked at in his hand.

“You’re going to get it,” he growled.

“Give it to me, Mr. Johnson, give it to me!”

His fingers never stopped fucking her as he mercilessly sucked her clit. And when she was right there, ready to cum, he slid his throbbing cock into her dripping pussy and pounded her into the wooden desk.

They lay breathless, his head on her chest.

“God, that was fucking hot!” he said.

“Yeah,” she breathed out, “good luck concentrating on work now.”