I got nothin, nothin, cold and rain soaked, but a warm need for you. Meet me at the door with your warm lips and towel soft. Warm my hands with your moist breath. Peel my layers away, kissing and drying my damp skin as you peel. Lead me by the hand to our bed. When I am safe between the sheets, peel your own layers. Take care to meet my eyes as your breasts slide out of your bra, when you roll your panties down. I’ve made a place for you here, beside me. Come, and wrap your warm body around me. I love how the heat of your breath, your mouth on my mouth, warms my whole body. As the heat of our naked skin together makes our bellies slippery, I slide my mouth down your tender throat. I whisper, “now, what can I do for you.” You meet my eyes, smile, then slide my warmed fingers over your vulva.
The late afternoon sun cut across the cafe
In sharp points that stretched the shadows
Of chairs on the floor, illuminating, for a moment
The smooth legs of the woman wearing shorts
So short, one could swear she was wearing a long
Shirt and nothing else. Hidden behind a fireplace
He stared and stared, free from the fear of
Discovery. As the sun faded, sliding up her calves
To her knee, he imagined his hands moved on
Her skin. Sliding up, up to where her thighs met
Her supposed shorts. He panted. Wanting so
Badly for her to uncross her legs and show him
What lay between. He rushed to the restroom,
Imagining the feel of her smooth thighs wrapped
Around him as he pressed her against the wall,
Thrusting, thrusting, thrusting to a rapid release.
I’ll order us a pint
And pull that old oak
Chair from the back.
Sally don’t mind much
If we kiss a while
But she’ll toss us
When the pint runs dry.
Here’s two quarters.
Play that southern ballad
We kissed to when we were young.
But hurry back Baby
Cause I’m achin for some kissin
And you’re lookin good.
Thursday I was sitting in my cube eating a sandwich and working on a spreadsheet. Out of nowhere, a vision flooded my mind.
I heard an unexpected knock at my house’s front door. I opened the door and my ex-lover was standing there. She had no reason to be there. I was so surprised. I parted my lips to speak but before I could she had her tongue in my mouth, pushing me into the room. She was sucking on my bottom lip when my back hit the kitchen counter. She tore at my shorts and pulling them down, licked the tip of my cock as she stood and sucked my tongue again. In the next instant, I had her shirt off.
Keep in mind, that I am still in my work cubicle, holding a sandwich, staring at spreadsheets, as I melt in my chair and pant softly.
She stepped back and gave me a look when I got her bra off. The look made my knees buckle and my cock twitch. She narrowed her eyes. I picked her up and placed her roughly on the counter, stripping her shorts and panties in two sharp jerks. I knelt and kissed her inner thighs, rapidly toward her vulva. She lifted my chin with her finger, shaking her head. Then locking eyes with me, drew two fingers through her very wet pussy. She stuffed the fingers into my mouth. I sucked them greedily as I stood and pressed my cock into her opening. She wrapped her legs and around my back and pulled me sharply into her, driving my cock home. She cried out and arched her back, giving me the opportunity to suck her nipples.
I moaned and whimpered way too loud for my quiet office, completely slunk down in my chair and breathless.
A year ago my wife returned home from a sensitivity training she took so her office could be a safe space for LGBTQ youth. She informed me that they had added Asexuals under the LGBTQ umbrella. She was really excited to show me the training materials. Then she paused. In her next breath, she told me she thought she might be an asexual, at least in some way. I clarified what she’d said. I heard her right. At first I didn’t know what to do. My best friend had come out as gay to me years ago and I felt so close to him that night. I felt a world away from her in that moment. Then the pain hit. The anger, the rejection, the wasted years, the wasted hope, all hit me at once and I couldn’t breathe. I had spent so much hope and effort trying to make a virtually sexless marriage some measure of what I hoped it could be. It was all wasted. It was all useless. I went for a drive and cried and screamed. She left the next day for a conference across the country so I had the weekend to think.
I realized that that situation might be an opportunity for me to have both my family in the same house and a sex life. I was excited about the idea. When she got back I sat her down and told her that I was happy that she figured out her sexuality/asexuality. Then I said I wanted to keep our family together in one home but I also need sex, and since she is asexual, I would like to discuss having an open marriage. She thought I was joking. I wasn’t. Then she cried profusely and said she’d never have an open marriage and she’d never trust me again. We made it through that night still married. Then a week but we didn’t talk. Then we found out she was pregnant. I cursed my magical sperm. They are so damn efficient.
Suddenly everything shifted. I’d seen the shift before and I knew that it would be a year or more, maybe three, before my needs would be relevant again to her. There was no way out and nowhere to go. I didn’t want to sink back into a hole, like last time. I didn’t want to resent my child. I didn’t want to grow even colder to my wife. I didn’t want to be drunk all the time or pack on fifty pounds from emotional eating. There was no way, so I invented a lover. Yes, I know that is crazy but I think sometimes a little crazy is necessary to prevent one from going completely mad or hurting themselves.
I didn’t write her into being. I simply whispered a question to myself and she answered.
“Whatcha wanna do?” I whispered.
“Mmm, fuck. Let’s fuck, baby,” she said.
So we did. We fucked a lot. As long as she was inside me, I was inside her. As we got to know each other, we figured out what each other liked. Sometimes she’d make me wait, wait just long enough that I wasn’t so gentle when we fucked. When I was too far gone to do anything but grasp her roughly with my hands and my teeth and sink into her.
When I masturbated, she’d pop into my brain unexpected and say things like, “Don’t you fucking dare spill a drop without my mouth on your cock. I want it hot and thick on my tongue.”
I would immediately paint the restroom wall with cum, imagining the drips were running down her chin. She loved my cock and I loved her pussy and we’d fight over who got to go down on the other first. I usually won. I love giving cunnilingus. Her love of cock changed me and suddenly I didn’t feel like I was selfishly using her for a blowjob. She wasn’t doing it begrudgingly. She wanted it real bad and I loved her for that enthusiasm. I loved watching her lips slide happily down my cock. I felt free and sexy and wanted.
My wife has always believed that g-spot and a-spot and really any type of vaginal orgasms were impossible and made up by men to get more sex. She rejects all attempts to prove her wrong. My lover though, she encouraged me to read and study, watch tutorials and porn. Then one night, I locked the bedroom door, alone, with my toys, and she showed me how to make her come. Holy shit! There is a difference. A big one. And that was all in my head. Imagine, well you probably don’t have to imagine what it feels like, but for my sake, imagine how good that must feel with a real live woman. Despite the physical limitations of my situation, I grew as a lover, as a person, as a sex geek. I was happier, healthier, far less passive-aggressive, and having better sex than I had had in seven years.
The sex writer Thomas Moore, who I really admire, wrote, “It might be better to say that sex is primarily an act of imagination, in which, secondarily, the body is included.” (From the foreword to “intimate kisses” edited by Wendy Maltz, page xiv.) I believe that is true but I also believe sensuality is key to achieving pleasure and satisfaction. I have a beautiful and sexy mind but it’s limited. Eventually the pain of wanting and never touching destroyed the fantasy.
I miss her. Sometimes I lay naked at night on the sun porch and imagine she is laying on my chest. I liked her there. She felt right, there.
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I need you.
Oh good, I thought something was seriously wrong.
I need to put my hands on you.
Um, we won’t have time for sex before dinner.
There’s time but I don’t want sex.
That’s a first. 😉
😊 I want to fill my hands with your soft bare breasts as I lay with you in my arms, breathing your fragrant hair.
Well, shit. Now I want to have sex.
LOL. See you soon.
Her goodnight lips were parted, so he lingered, sucking them softly. It had been a long time since she last parted anything for him. The walls he had built to protect himself from rejection after rejection were slipping down. He pressed himself deeper and deeper into her mouth, hoping for the reciprocation he craved. Only a little tongue was offered, but it was enough, enough to light a fire in his belly. Soon his mouth was on her body, mouthing, sucking, licking her with increasing ferocity. It took him no time to arrive at her parted thighs, forcing them further apart. He filled his lips with her vulva and groaned with delight to be eating pussy again. He forgot about technique and just sucked and licked wildly until she shuttered and pushed his head away. He lingered and seconds later he was back on her clit, grinding his tongue into her with unending intensity. She came. He bit at her thighs and licked them for a minute before again sucking her to an orgasm. She was done so he mouthed back to her throat and sucked it for a minute, whispering all the hot things he’d do to her if she’d take her shirt off and let him have his way. She fell silent but his fingers continued stroking her vulva. Soon they coaxed a moan from her throat. Quickly he returned to her pussy, sucking a last hard shutter from her thighs.
His hot breath in her ear, he moaned.
“I need to fuck you. Please, please let me fuck you,”
She managed a quiet, “I’m sorry.”
He slid from the bed and hid in the bathroom while he choked on the burning lump in his throat. He couldn’t swallow. He could barely breathe. His cock was too hard to pee and he had to pee too badly to get off. He got off though, imagining a woman that wanted him. Then, flushing his piss and semen down the toilet, he returned to bed.
Whitney knelt on the bed next to Manolo and slowly ran her finger around his areola.
“I wasn’t expecting that,” said Whitney.
“You sat on my face and you weren’t expecting me to lick you?” asked Manny.
“No, I, I knew it would make you hot. I need you hot. I didn’t expect you to take care of me so, so well.”
“I love,” bouncing his eyebrows, “doing it.”
“I know you do,” she smiled.
Whitney moved her finger to his other nipple.
“It’s hard for you, isn’t it, to let go?”
“I’m no good at submission.”
“It’s not submission, baby. It’s relaxation. It’s accepting pleasure and just, just enjoying it without the thought of what, you know, you’re gonna do to me when I release you.”
“I like making you feel good.”
“See, that’s what I want to do to you. I want to make you feel so good,” she said. “Can you try baby. Can you try to relax for me and let me take care of you?”
“Ok,” he nodded.
“Well good!” she said perking up, “cause I’m going to torture your ass.”
Manny laughed. Whitney slid a blindfold over his eyes.
“Relax baby,” she breathed in his ear, “I’m gonna make you feel real good.”
Manolo shivered when Whitney’s lips brushed his ear. Her voice made his scalp tingle. Her soft lips slid from his ear, along his jaw, then dropped on his throat. He squirmed when he felt the wetness of her flicking tongue. She mouthed her way to his clavicle, where she sucked on his bones. He moaned and exposed more of his throat. She pounced on his tender skin, sucking the salt she found.
Whitney’s body slid atop his, never parting. Her breasts, silken nipples, soothed his pulsing skin as he swelled beneath her. Manolo’s body undulated at her touch. Waxing to meet the wet insistent suck of her mouth. Waning when racked by the rapturous pleasure that her hands viciously plied.
When, and only when, he pleaded, did her mouth meet his glistening cock. Then with her adept tongue, she slayed his tumultuous erection. Gulping hungrily as his heat filled her belly.
Whitney collapsed on Manolo’s chest, breathing heavy, still astride him.
“Whoo!” Whit said, “That was a good one!”
“Mm!” Manny moaned, squeezing her ass with a slap.
Whit popped up in bed like a squirrel and hopped off him.
“Gotta pee,” she said before grabbing her phone and scurrying to the bathroom.
JJ Grey and Mofro’s song “A Woman” came over the bluetooth speaker on the night stand.
“I love this song,” he said smiling.
“What’s that?” she asked, poking her head out of the bathroom.
“I love this song,” he smiled.
“I know,” she grinned. “You’ll like the next one too.”
The warmth of a wet wash cloth opened his eyes. She smiled, washing their sex off of his penis.
“Why you so good to me?”
“I like to keep my playthings well cared for.”
Manny smiled and shook his head.
Whitney crawled up his body. Smiling, she kissed him.
“Clank, Click, clickclickclick!”
“Whaa!?” asked Manny with wide eyes.
Before he really realized what was going on, Whit forced his other hand down and handcuffed it to the bed. She sat atop him naked, her dark hair down like a wild mane that spilled over her shoulders and breasts. She looked fucking gorgeous. She grinned, fucking triumphant. “Your Lady, She’s Shady” came on the speaker.
“Fucking shady,” he growled.
“Fuckin right,” she said, pursing her lips like a badass.
“Whe-Where did those cuffs even come from?” he asked, regaining some composure.
“Magic!” she said, twisting his nipple.
“Mm! I thought we were done,” he said.
Whit leaned down and traced the outline of his lips with her tongue, then whispered.
“We’re done when when I say we’re done.”
Whit slid her ass up his chest, then using the antique wrought iron bed frame, pulled herself up, her vulva hovering over his face. He began licking her immediately.
“That’s it baby. I love your sweet sweet tongue in me.”
Manolo had no intention of being sweet. He snaked his tongue up and down her labia in a zig-zag. At the top, he’d suck, sucking all the way down to her vagina. He was patient, slowly working her in this way, occasionally flicking across her clit hood to keep her interest peaked. Lactic acid builds and eventually she lost the strength in her arms and legs. Her vulva dropped for a couple seconds, filling his mouth, covering his face. He was ready. He tilted his head up and pushed her clit hood as far up as he could. Then he sucked. Not hard, but with a flat broad pressure that made her body melt even more. He sucked her clit in pulses, rubbing the tip with his tongue like undulating kelp. She slowly rocked against his face. The pulse of his suck sped up and so did his tongue, but always with a tenderness. The room fell silent except for the rattle of the bed as she white-knuckled toward an orgasm. He sucked hard, swallowing all of the spit in his mouth so he could lash her clit in a hard crazy-8 with his rough tongue. Guttural gasps erupted from her mouth. Soon it was too much, too much, too much and she tried to pull away but her legs were weak and his suck was strong, drawing her through the first orgasm, straight to the next. She didn’t find her strength. She collapsed backward on his body, her breasts rising and falling rapidly. Manolo giggled wickedly. She crawled to his face. Whit slapped him across the face then took his mouth, sucking his tongue painfully hard, then she slapped him again.
“You’re a bad man,” Whitney whispered.
“Fuckin right,” Manny growled, pursing his lips like a badass.
“MmmMm!” he hummed, “I sure do love a woman who knows what she wants.”
“Mmm yes,” she sang, “come here baby.”
He leaned in.
“And I love a man who can deliver,” she said, “Now Fuh!”
His cock interrupted her, filling her hot pussy with his wet cock.
“uh.uh.uh.uck Meeee,” she groaned.
She opened her eyes and admired the muscled shoulders hovering above her.
“I wanna touch you baby,” she whispered, “I wanna stroke you. I wanna squeeze that ass.”
He sucked her nipples and plunged ever deeper inside her.
“I’ll suck your dick if you let me go,” she breathed in his ear.
He stopped thrusting, grabbed her jaw, and stared into her eyes.
“You..will suck my dick…regardless,” he said in his richest baritone voice.
“Uhhh God! You make me so fucking hot,” she groaned while fighting her bonds.
She laid back and let him work but no sooner did she relax, he slid his hands up her arms and popped the velcro. He swept her up in a strong hug and slid her onto his lap, without losing penetration. Relishing the feel of her soft breasts against his chest, he whispered.
“I love you,” he said looking into her eyes.
“That’s terrible,” she smiled, shaking her head.
“I know,” he laughed.
“I love you,” she said, drawing a soft kiss from his lips, “But you gonna get fucked now!”
She pushed him onto the bed then commenced riding him so hard, so vigorously, the bed pulled away from the wall. He had no chance of holding his orgasm. No chance of picking his moment. She was on top and she was thundering toward release. He dug his nails into her hard working ass and licked the sweat from her tits. All he could do was squeeze her ass and gasp for breath between bellows, as she milked his cock over the edge.
They laid tangled together, his cum pooling beneath her ass.
“You ruined my plans to tie you up and torture you, you know,” she said, “you owe me anal.”
“Hm,” he said, “I was thinking barbecue.”
“Mmm,” she said, “ok, barbecue then anal.”
He smiled, then pulling her close, kissed the top of her head.
“Absolutely,” he laughed.