Sexting Says It Best

I need you
What’s wrong? 
Nothing..hard day. 
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.
Hurry. 😈 

Shady Lady: Part 2

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.
“Manny?”
“Yeah.”
“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.

Shady Lady: Part 1

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.”
Manny smiled.
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.

To Eat The Cock: Part 2

“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.

To Eat The Cock: Part 1

“Knock, Knock,” his knuckles rapped on the hotel room door.
“Who’s there?” she asked, sweetly, inside.
“Why’d the chicken cross the road?” he asked.
She opened the door wearing a tight t-shirt and nothing else.
“To eat the cock,” she smiled, pulling him, by the shirt, into the room.
She pushed her open mouth onto his and backed him against the wall. She forced her hand into his jeans, squeezing his firming cock. She slunk down his body, tonguing toward his package. She unwrapped it and promptly stuffed it in her mouth.
“We really have to stop meeting like this,” he breathed out.
“Shut the fuck up!” she growled, then sucked his cock too damn hard.
He tossed his head back in a silent moan, squeezing her scalp with his strong hand. Before she knew he’d recovered, she was on the the bed, spread, with a snaking tongue rubbing hard on her clit. His tongue was insatiable, sucking great mouthfuls of her flesh in, drinking her pussy in slurping gulps. She fell silent, chasing that orgasm.
“Fuck no, you don’t,” he growled, stuffing two slick fingers inside her.
He beckoned her g-spot to come out and play. Play it did, pushing a tortured low moan from her mouth like a gramophone winding up. He gripped her ass with the other hand and held on. Fingering, he flicked her clit with his incessant tongue. She sang. Warbling from an alto to a soprano as she clawed at the bed and twisted her body in arched contorted torture. He didn’t play her untill she was spent, like he liked to do. He had other plans. She was strapped into the velcro wrist cuffs so quickly, she didn’t have time to object.
“These are for you,” she hissed.
He grinned and bounced his eyebrows.
“I’ll take my turn,” he said softly. “First though, there’s this.”
Warm breath moved across the flushed and sensitized skin of her décolletage. There was no clear path, just a meander, following the shape of her swelling breasts as she writhed, more intoxicated by the minute. He hovered over her nipple, breathing hot moist breath on it. She panted and arched her back to try to fill his mouth. Her hard tip touched his wet tongue. She shuttered. Squeezing the other breast in his big hand he sucked her nipple to his throat then let the weight of her flesh pull her nipple through his tender teeth. Flicking the tip as it slid from his mouth. She’d screamed when he took her breast. The scream turned to sharp whines when his teeth came into play. He paused. Her eyes flickered open.
“Fuck me,” she commanded, “Fuck me and don’t fucking stop. You..you..fucking cunt.”

The Sharp Prick

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The feel of clippers against his head had left his scalp warm and tingly. She ran her hand over his head. He shivered. Her tank top had points that brushed against his arm as she inspected his work. She didn’t miss a beat, squeezing the erection that she had made. He moaned. Her fingers slid through his thick beard, then yanked it down until her lips were against his ear.

“You know what I miss?” she said, “I miss the sharp prick of your whiskers on my pussy when you come at me with that hungry mouth.”

“Yeah?” he said, “what else do you miss?”

“I miss the whisker burn on my thighs that reminds me that you just can’t get enough of my pussy.”

“MmHm,” he grinned, “you know I can’t get enough. Anything else you miss?”

She pulled a kiss from his bottom lip.

“I miss the feeling of your skin on my skin when our mouthes are hot and wet together.”

He smiled and handed her the clippers. Her eyes lit up as she clicked them on, making quick work of his mustache.

“Mm,” she moaned, “there’s that lip.”

IMG_0158-8His hand was deep inside her panties, making it very hard for her to concentrate, but she was determined. She stopped only once, when he flicked his fingertip rapidly but softly against her clit. Quickly his beard was reduced to a small goatee. She turned off the clippers and admired her work. He picked her up suddenly and planted her on the vanity, stripping her panties as he slid his hands down her thighs. He looked up at her with his soft blue eyes and his rough face. There was a slight smile on his lips. Her abdomen tightened, knowing what was coming. The low rumble in his chest vibrated her vulva as he knelt between her knees, grabbed her ass, and filled his mouth with her pussy. She threw her head back and gasped.

“God yes! ..Fuuuck!” she groaned.

He bit her inner thighs, leaving marks, in between devastating tongue barrages on her vulva. After the initial show of teeth, he softened, surrounding her clit with his strong lips. He sucked her in pulses while his soft juicy tongue swirled atop her clit in a figure eight.

She was still gasping for breath when she pulled him up by his ears, then viciously sucked his wet lips.

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The Lick List: Intro (When Addie Gets Fucked)

This is the second part of the first installment of my new series, The Lick List. The first part is HERE. The text that immediately follows in italics sets up the sex scene.

 

Then pulling her skirt up again she bent herself over her desk, assuming the position.

“God, you are a dirty dirty girl.”

“I’m so dirty,” she moaned biting her bottom lip. “What do you do with dirty girls?”

Sean sauntered up to her bare ass then smacked it hard.

“I fuck em,” Sean growled.

 

Sean kicked Addie’s legs further apart. He rubbed her warm vulva then pushed two fingers inside her. She was wet enough to take his cock but he hated to fuck without first tasting that sweet sweet pussy. He dropped to his knee and grabbing Addie by her hips. He buried his face in her arse and sucked as much of your labia into his mouth as he could, moaning as he sucked her. It took a couple a short strokes to get him fully inside but when his thickness had filled her she lowered her head, arched her back, and shuttered with pleasure. Just then Sarah buzzed the intercom.

“Yes Sarah?” breathed Addie.

Sean slapped her ass and fucked her hard three times. Addie had to cover her own mouth and bite the flesh of her hand to not moan into the telephone.

“The Provost’s office called to confirm your meeting here in 15 minutes. Should I reschedule?”

“No Sarah. Professor Barnes and I are nearly done here.”

“Ok, thanks Addison, ‘click’”

Sean’s thrusting had slowed to a stop.

“Addie?…” he exclaimed.

Addie craned her head back.

“Get..That..PU-SSY!” she growled.

Sean grinned then fucked Addie hard and fast until they had rattled all of the pens and papers and files off of her desk.

A creamy line of cum was hanging, perilously from her pussy. Sean flipped her onto her back on the desk licking the cum from her thigh, all the way up to her vulva. There wasn’t time for artistry so he pushed her mons up and taking her hard clit between her lips, sucked her off. Flicking and swirling with his tongue until she came, making her coffee cup rattle off the edge and crash on the floor.

Sean pulled Addie into his arms and kissed her with his soft wet lips.

“You have to go,” whispered Addie.

“I feel so used. So dirty,” he smiled.

“You are a very dirty boy. But not as dirty as me,” Addie grinned.

“I like that,” he said biting her lip.

“I know you do Baby. Now go!”

“Spaghetti, salad, and lots of wine tonight,” he said.

“Mm! And you for dessert,” she said. “See you tonight Babe.”

Sean winked and gave her a quick kiss. As soon as he was out of the door Addie opened the window, sprayed lavender oil, scooped the contents of her desk off of the floor and into a box, she cleaned herself up, slipped on a fresh pair of panties and had just sat down when the intercom buzzed.

“The Provost is here.”

Addie smiled.

The Lick List: Intro

Addie delighted in keeping a list of every time and place Sean’s cock had touched her tongue. She “dropped and popped” his penis into her mouth at every opportunity. The more inappropriate the setting, the better. Sean wasn’t stone-faced but he was pretty good at keeping his cool in those moments when she was hidden, giving his glans a juicy kiss beneath a white table cloth. In those moments when they were exposed though, afforded privacy only by a particular line of sight, his freckled cheeks turned pink. So did his cock as it throbbed, hard as steel, in her mouth.

Even when they were apart, Addie liked to prove that she could still get to him by sending him tit pics, clit pics, and naughty texts. In most cases he loved her attention enough to foolishly leave his phone on vibrate, even during meetings.

On this particular school day he had turned his phone off to deliver his power-point lecture on Japanese poetry. His lecture was going well. Then suddenly the lecture hall began to fill with muffled laughter. He looked carefully at his computer screen, which was being projected on the screen above him. Where he had previously placed a haiku about flowers was now replaced by this erotic haiku.

“Suck your dripping cum
From my rosy tits while you
Finger my pussy.”

Sean, the consummate professional, only blushing slightly, launched into a short description of how this haiku was an excellent example of the type of poem the Oiran, Japanese courtesans, would have used.

After class, Sean walked swiftly to the Dean’s office to lodge a complaint. He breezed passed the Dean’s assistant Sarah and burst into the Dean’s office.

“Addison, how dare you!” he screamed slamming the door behind him.

“Oh hello Sean,” smiled Addie, “Is this how you treat your superiors?”

“You filthy slut,” he growled.

Addie got up in Sean’s face.

“I could have your job for that,” she said fiercely.

“And I could fuck you where you stand,” glared Sean.

“Ooo! Good!” she scrunching her nose into a smile. “Why do you thinking I wore a skirt?”

She bent over and pulled up her skirt showing him her bare ass.

“Oops, did I forget to put on panties? Oh dear,” she smiled coyly.

Addie had Sean’s cock in her mouth before he could move from his spot. Then pulling her skirt up again she bent herself over her desk, assuming the position.

“God, you are a dirty dirty girl.”

“I’m so dirty,” she moaned biting her bottom lip. “What do you do with dirty girls?”

Sean sauntered up to her bare ass then smacked it hard.

“I fuck em,” Sean growled.