A Heart Stopper

Uh-oh. Make that a heart-stopping uh-oh.

My laptop, to make a long story short, completely froze up on me mid-week. Tango Uniform. Seemingly unrecoverable - and I'm pretty good at that sort of computer innards stuff. I was staring at the end of my laptop. A black screen of death, with a spiraling safe-mode loop that seemed final.

Uh-oh.

Do you know how much business stuff I keep on there, even though it's my personal computer? Plus, a myriad of prized personal travel pictures?

Can you guess how little of it I have backed up? Uh-oh. Major panic.

I was at the point of having to take it in to professionals for help in recovering my operating system.

Uh-oh. Do you have any concept of how much porn I have on this computer - all legal of course? No, you don't. You do have a guess at how much homemade porn I have, given the nekkid pics of me that I've linked to. Although you haven't seen the extensive collection of raw photo sets that produced the few good shots that I've posted. Uh-oh. What would a technician think upon finding those?

Fortunately, I found two recovery CDs in the original materials that came with my laptop. The first one did nothing. The second one pulled off a miracle, and fully restored me.

One hour later, I had everything dumped onto a 160 Gb external drive.

Whew! Dodged a bullet there! :)

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?

Alone Time in The State of Fierce

"my mind was in a frenzy in a horny state" - A Tribe Called Quest

It was unfair how she snuck up on me. I sat alone in my chair letting my mind wander. The chocolate nude figures that peppered my screen had given me inspiration for another tale. Writing them nearly always drives me to a state of fierce arousal. Some nights I can drive back, saunter home and fall asleep. Other nights I stay and relish in the alone time that the state of Fierce allows me. This night, I was on my way back quickly and assuredly ready for bed when the image I mistakenly clicked reminded me of her. I closed it. Whoa, that was close.

"Too close?" Her smokey voice whispered in my left ear perched just outside my earlobe.

"Yes" I responded and shook her off. She evaporated into thin air only to return in my right ear.

"It's ok. I don't mind. We're cool, right? I like watching it, you know that. Don't you?"

This wasn't right. Well it was, but not. It is, but isn't. Damn I was enjoying her images in my head. Her chocolate skin. The mocha nipples I had only seen in my mind's eye pressing closer to me. I looked over and tongued each slowly then faster. Flicked her nipples as they stood in ovation. My hands took both breasts as my head bobbed between them sucking them...sometimes just hard enough to illicit a slight whence.

"You know...maybe..." I balked.

"We're cool right? It's ok. Go ahead, Fury. Feel me." She hummed in my ear then kissed it. Her hand replaced my hand...down there. "Mmmm, ok." She confirmed something in her head as her hand slowly stroked. The similar looking her on my screen stared me in the face. The ethereal her relaxed me with each stroke of her slender fist. This was unfair.

"Just go ahead and imagine." Visuals collided.. Her on her knees in front of me, her pretty little mouth parting slowly, licking her lips. Her hand releasing me from my satin basketball shorts. Her eyes raise toward mine, she cocks an eyebrow, a smirk then licks the head slowly. It's performance art. The visuals heighten the arousal. She takes in some, gives a full oral stroke, looks up again.

"Don't worry, I'm not offended" Her mind told me as she inhaled me deeply and feverishly. "Anything else?" Her mind spoke.

In a flash, she was laying on her back my face buried deep between her strong legs. My hands slid around her round plump ass. I held her tight to my face while a mysterious third hand stroked me harder. Her flavors sweet and heavily aroused mixed with my watery tongue. Her lips parted and let juices flow. I tasted...then looked to her on my screen. Her position hadn't changed, eyes staring, ass bare, nipples hard. Her voice floated to me from her ethereal self.

"Don't worry we're still cool. Mmmm very cool." Her smile spread as she threw her head backwards and a moan, the only one I could imagine, escaped her lips. I grabbed her ankle, removed my mouth from her sex, threw her leg over the other, flipping her to her belly.

My hands grasped at her waistline. My eyes glued to the round brown ass I had imagined once or twice, but never this detailed. I forced her on all fours.

"Finally you remembered! You know what it is." She laughed.

I slapped her backside softly at first fearing this would break the contract. Her moan signaled the terms were held. I slapped harder, pulled her by the back of the neck and slid deep inside, to the hilt. Her wetness, her tightness replaced my hand which had been keeping my arousal. I plunged deeper, harder. Her low moans grew.

"Sorry, I hope you understand." I whispered, but with a sideways snarl of the lips...with some sarcasm.

"Oh I understand." She grunted in a staccato smoke filled voice. "But you're the pleaser right?" She smiled over her left shoulder her sweaty brow cocked.

A burst of light danced and she was on top of me. Me on my knees, she straddled across my lap still deep inside her. The slow kisses were friendly ones I had known (on the cheek). But below we were ramming into each other like a southern car derby. Her moans echoed in my ears. Her brown nipples bounced against me. I pulled her hair back forcing her to arch, sucking those nipples. Licking and fondling them with my tongue as I pounded deeper still. Her orgasm shot waves of her essence down my shaft as it puckered against me. She moaned in my ear, dirty, naughty things as she came down.

Feeling me just centimeters from the end, she stroked me harder and faster until small lights burst in my skull. She kissed my forehead.

"It's ok, babe. We're still cool." Her ethereal self dissipated faster than she had arrived.

I sat on my knees alone, panting, my hand still full... thinking this was unfair. I had taken liberties and advantages with her visuals, her images. I hope she would forgive me if her ethereal self flew back and told her real self.

My name is The Fury and I'm on my way back from the state of Fierce driving down route 666.

7 Random for Z (MeMe)

Thanks to Z, I've been tagged. In case you don't know, being "tagged" is like getting a blog chain letter, but not as annoying. So my job is to reveal 7 random facts about myself to you strangers that are reading. Hmmmm....here goes:

1) I have a good friend that is a colleague of a sex blogger/blogger that has visited my site. This was revealed to me in a strange chain of events as well as use of my own Sherlockian intuition. I've never revealed the connection to said blogger (not that we speak) because well that would open up even more cans of worms. We all prefer our anonymity. I can tell you that said blogger fucks up a lot at work and gets away with it.

2) According to my former doctor, I have the dimensions (shoulders, arm length, shoe size, etc) of a man 6 feet tall, but am just touching 5'10" in height.

3) I like my tea with 5 sugars.

4) I can sing my elementary school song word for word.

5) If my given name were the final puzzle on Wheel Fortune. You wouldn't need any extra letters after they gave you those 3000 freebies they give you.

6) I woke up not feeling well and slightly drowsy from taking Nyquil so I decided not to go into the office early as planned. My office was in The World Trade Center. The date was September 11th 2001. Thank God everyone else on my floor got out fine.

7) I'm still not totally sure how to use the damn % button on a calculator. I do the calculation in long form.

Now I'm probably the last person in the blogosphere not to get this, but I'll reach out and tag just one...umm... Ella. I'm sure she has some good random for us.

Sugasm #85 the year Back To The Future rocked.

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