My Bad

I tell you "I can't" but you don't listen. You don't even hear me. You are focused and hungry and needy. You have pushed me back against the entry hall wall and are running your hands down from my neck to my collarbone. I put my hands up on your chest and push you away and it is only then that you focus, and in doing so realize that I am about to slip away. You take one step towards me and in an instant grab both of my wrists in one of your hands, pinning them to my waist. Your other hand reaches inside my blouse, fumbling to pull a nipple free, twisting it in your fingers.

I tell you "No" but you don't care. Your mouth crushes against mine and I bite back. You simply pull away slightly and smile at me. I'm honestly annoyed and needing to take control and leave. But you are stronger than me and have other plans.

I tell you "Stop" and you release my wrists just long enough to turn me around so that I am shoved face first against the wall, your palm pressed tightly between my shoulder blades, pinning me there. You use your knees then to push my legs apart and I feel my skirt being hiked up. When you see my hot pink panties that lace up the crack of my ass you momentarily hesitate and then whisper in my ear that it is going to be a shame to ruin something so sexy.

I tell you "Don't" and you unbutton your jeans with one hand and reach in to pull your throbbing cock free. Still holding me to the wall you stroke yourself against my ass and lean in so that you are heavy against me.

I tell you "Fuck you!" as you thrust into me and momentarily take my breath away. You slam into me from behind, my hands flat against the wall for resistance. You wrap one hand around the front of my throat and the other reaches down between my legs so you can feel your own cock sliding in and out of my cunt.

I tell you "Please" and it sends you over the edge and I feel your hot seed being released deep inside of me.

You release me then and back up, panting. I turn, straighten my clothing, and walk out the door, without saying a word.

I should know better than to unleash the tiger and then expect him to just purr for me.
My bad.

Tell me.....

Tell me.....

Tell me what you want me wearing when we see each other next...will you have me in jeans with no panties so you can shove them down my thighs as you shove your cock in deep? Or do you want me in a skirt so that you can reach under the restaurant table and tease my clit mercilessly while I am forced to keep from moaning too loudly? Do you want my long hair hanging down loosely so that you can weave your fingers into it as I suck on your cock? Or do prefer it back in a long pony tail that you can grab on to pulling my head back as you fuck me from behind?

Tell me.....

Tell me how you want me....do you want me down on my knees with my wet mouth open and eyes up at you? Or do you want me on all fours like a good little pet? Do you want me on my back with my legs up and crossed at the ankle? Or would you prefer me face down on the bed with my hands pinnned behind my back?

Tell me....

Tell me what you are going to do...are you going to pin me against the wall and take what you want? Are you going to slap my face or my ass? Are you going to call me "beautiful" or "whore"? Are you going to work your huge cock slowly into my ass? Or are you just going to thrust in deep and hard and enjoy my pain?

Tell me....

I love to hear it.

I Don't Play Fair

I want you hungry. I want you on edge. I want you BEGGING dammit. I'll settle for nothing less than driving you crazy with desire. I'll cheat by not answering your calls. I'll be vague when you jealously ask me what I am saying to him. I'll tease you with the words that I know turn you on. I won't let you cum over the phone. I'll let the hunger build.

When you tell me you can't stop thinking of me, when I hear the urgency in your voice, when you are BEGGING for my time, when I have that ball that I covet, that control over this thing that is "us"...only then will I relent and submit for you.

For I am better at this game than you.

Your Loss

Just like a shot when you are a child it only stings for a second. When I playfully rub up against you and murmur that you are making me hot, only to be pushed away, the sting of rejection hurts for just a second. It only takes a second for me to remember that there is someone else who wants me. Someone else who needs me. Someone else who will satisfy my hunger to be filled. To be desired. To be fucked. You have no idea that by shoving me away you are actually pushing me back into another man's arms. Another man who will catch me and gladly have me. I don't want it to be this way. I didn't go looking for this. But there is only so much hurt I can manage. And just like the lollipop the doctor gave you after that shot I needed something to make it all better.

The Sum Is Equal To The Parts

What attracts me to you?

The way you pin me against the wall so that I can't come to my senses and get away. The way you wind your hands into my hair while you kiss me with your soft, wet, mouth. The way your cum tastes. The way you trace my curves lazily with the very tips of your fingers. The way you whisper "you're MY whore" into my ear just before you slide your cock in deep. The way you don't take "no" for an answer. The way you sound when you cum. The way you reach out and touch me when no one is looking. The way your cock looks, long and beautiful. The way you suddenly flip me over onto my stomach so you can have my ass. The way your fingers hit my G-spot as your thumb circles my clit. The way you pull my panties up into my cunt just before you pull them aside to slip in your tongue. The way you pull me across the bed to the edge so you can kneel down before me. The way your fingers, slick with my wetness, find their way into my mouth. The way our eyes lock in a room of people who have no idea we are fucking. The way you fuck me.

Not My Virtue

My patience is being tested as one day rolls into the next and still we haven't been able to meet. The tension builds incredibly and we find we can't concentrate (and really shouldn't be operating heavy machinery). You tell me over the phone that you had to jerk off this morning just to momentarily take me off your mind. We're so desperate and so edgy that when we can finally meet I imagine us slamming so hard into each other that POOF we combust into dust as we collide. I know we will try to literally climb INTO each other. That feeling you get when you actually wish you had another limb because there just isn't enough hands or mouths to cover every place you need to touch and be touched at the same time. The frenzy of mouths and tongues and hands and hair and clothes being ripped off and bodies joining FINALLY. I am waiting, not so patiently, for that ahhhhhh of FINALLY.

Proverbial Truth

There's a saying I love that goes like this:
Happiness is not having what you want...but wanting what you have.

But what if what you have doesn't want you? What if I want more? What if I need more? What if it ultimately comes down to being wanted? I was such a good girl for so long, settling for what I got because it's all a trade off in the end and you have to take some bad to get mostly good.

But I was lured....reminded of what it feels like to be wanted...jolted by that rush that comes from pure desire....desire on someone else's part to have you...no matter what the costs. And all of the consequences, and all of the players, and all of the risks diminish to nothing in the face of pure desire.

He didn't have to ask me twice.

I went to him and he devoured me. Him so full of pent up lust...and me, so desire-starved. Our needs meshing perfectly, filling in the gaps of our everyday lives. Stolen moments that set us right again. I lie back willingly for him and let him do all those naughty things that he's always wanted to do but was afraid to ask for. I feed his beast. And I am repaid with the way he looks at me in awe as if he can't believe his good luck. Satisfied to overflowing with the way he moves, speaks, and takes me like he just can't wait one more second to have me.

It works. And there's another saying I love that goes something like this:
Don't fix what ain't broke.

Tick, Tock

I didn't talk to you today. And it's left me anxious and on edge. I don't need to talk to you every day, I really don't want to talk to you every day. We don't owe each other the connection, and I more than anyone appreciate the hunger that builds when it's missed. I remind myself that the small talk makes me uncomfortable, the snuggling makes me want to bolt, and that the day to day is none of my business. So I concentrate on the physical. The need for you to just fuck me. The desire to feel your fingers in my mouth as you pound into my cunt. The ache to hear you whisper "you're my whore" into my ear. The feel of your fingers digging into my hips as we cum.

But I would have settled to hear your voice.

Share, Share, It's Always Fair

I know what you want. I know your fantasy. I know what turns you on the most. You want to fuck me, only you don't want to be the only one doing it. It's enough for you to imagine it happening, closing your eyes and picturing it behind those closed lids. It's even enough telling me, as you slide your cock into me, how it would be. But what you really want, what would really turn you on, is having it actually happen. You want his cock in my mouth while yours is in my cunt. You want to watch as he fucks me. You want me on all fours, while you whisper in my ear that I will enjoy this. Who will be turned on more? You sharing me, or me being shared?

Need

You want me
You can't help yourself
You think of me all the time
When you are at work
When you are alone
When you are with others
Imagining me there for you
Imagining what you would do to me
Imagining how I would swallow while looking in your eyes
I make you have to touch yourself
I make you do naughty things in places you shouldn't
I make your cock hard
I know just what to whisper in your ear
I know just what turns you on
I know just how to touch you
You like that I lie back so easily for you
You like that I will let you be you
You like that I like it
I am your dirty little secret
I am your whore
I am your desire
I make you say those filthy words
I make you think those nasty thoughts
I make you want me

I love it

Two For The Price of One

With this look of awe on your face you call me beautiful...with the same mouth that whispers "you're my whore". You bite my nipple hard and cause me to pull back in pain...and then lick and gently suck them. You choke me on your cock, my head shoved against the wall, my hands on your thighs pushing back, mascara running...and hold my face as you kiss me so softly on the mouth I could cry. You force me onto my knees so you can fuck me from behind...but allow me to straddle atop you and pin your hands over your head and use you. You beg for me...before slapping my ass hard enough to leave your print. You wrap your hands in my hair, your very own reins...but allow it to fall and tickle us both. You fuck me...and make love to me. You are lover...and friend.

Anticipation

Will you walk in and lock the office door behind you? Will you force me down into my chair as you unbutton your jeans and feed me your cock? Will you run your hands thru my hair as I take your cock down my throat? When you've had enough will you pull me up and bend me over the desk, raise my skirt and yank down my panties? Will you kneel down to lick my sweet shaved pussy and tease me with your tongue? Will you then stand and shove your thick cock deep into my aching cunt? Will you make me gasp and groan as I cum? Will you call me your whore and curse me for making you this way? Will you?

Desperate Times Call for Desperate Measures

"Did I wake you?"

"Yes, but I'm glad...I should get up"

"Not so fast, I have other plans for you...I want to get you off...I want to hear you cum over the phone for me. I am outside in the yard so I can talk to you and I am not going to hang up until you've cum for me"

"Mmmm...you'd like me to slide up this nightie...and reach down into my panties...and play with myself? Reach in and make myself wet for you...because of you? Like this?"

"Just like that baby. Slide your fingers inside of yourself and bring the wetness to your lips so I can hear you taste yourself"

"Ahhhhh....it feels so good...and I am so so wet thinking of you and what you would do to me if you were here in this bed with me"

"What are you thinking about?"

"I am thinking that I would like you to fuck me in the ass"

(quiet then rustling sounds)

"What are you doing lover?"

"You are such a whore...you've got me so worked up I am jerking off on the side of the house"

"Good (smiling wickedly)...then cum with me"

His wants....are mine.

"I want you to grab the back of my head and shove my face down into your pussy…make me lick you how you like it…hold me down as long as you want…make me breath pussy…pull me up by my hair and kiss my mouth…taste your pussy juices…..climb up on my lap and lower yourself onto my cock…..kiss my mouth again….fuck me….ride me up and down….push my head onto your breast….make me suck your nipple….cum on my cock……pull my hair as you cum….kiss me….climb off my cock and get on your knees…. Suck my cock….suck it hard….take it deep down your throat….look up at me and smile….stroke it….make me cum all over your face…..smile at me with a cum covered face…….you little slut….."

Coinckydinks

Weird coincidences have been happening to me lately...for instance he said to me today "You'll be fine without me because you are keeping him in your back pocket"...maybe I am. He got moved there when you came into my life and made me forget everyone else. Maybe I will take him out, blow off the lint, and move him to a front pocket. I'll keep you posted.

Jonsin

I told him that I am addicted. Addicted to him. Jonsin for him actually. The more I have him, the more of him I want. The closer it gets to having to give him up, the more I need of him. If I close my eyes he is there in front of me...touching my skin, kissing my mouth, his hands in my hair pulling my head back, making me his. His dirty little secret.