A vanilla flavored bedtime story
Current mood: excited

Barefoot, she walked silently into the room.  "Hi….what are you doing," she asked him. 

"Homework….TV," he replied looking up at her from his desk.

 "I don't think well at this time of night."

 "Me either."

"I'm tired and going to bed," she said as she walked behind him, running her hands over his shoulders.  Leaning down she kissed his neck.  He turned, pulled her head down toward him and kissed her deeply with his open mouth.

"Mmmmm," she murmured.  "Feel free to wake me up when you do get around to coming to bed," she said as she pulled away from him.  

Two hours later and very tired, he finally slipped into bed next to her.  In her sleep she felt him and moved so that she was lying up against him.  He liked that she never wore anything to bed and that she was warm and pliable in the middle of the night.   Not really having any intention at that hour of waking her, he lay on his side against her and inhaled the scent of her hair.  She slept with one knee drawn up, the leg underneath straight out.  Running his hand down her side he let it wander over her ass and found himself easily being able to reach under her from behind to find her sleeping pussy.  "Well, maybe I'll just see if I can wake her up," he thought. 

Moving close against her he began to kiss and suck her neck and shoulders while his fingers found their way in between the moistening lips of her pussy. 

In her half sleep, she could feel his cock growing hard as he rubbed it against her bare ass and could feel his fingers stroking between her legs.  It felt delicious, even though she was only half conscious and not sure yet if she could wake up enough to move.  She felt him slip two fingers into her wet cunt and start to very slowly finger fuck her.  Not being able to help herself, she murmured something unrecognizable to both of them, rolled over and spread her legs wide, inviting him to do whatever he wanted with her. 

With his fingers still inside, he leaned over her and took one of her nipples in his mouth and began to suck hard on it, finally making her moan out loud and waking her completely.   She rolled over to face him and with his fingers still slowly fucking her pussy, she reached down and cupped his balls, stroking her hand up and down his hard cock as she did so. 

With one sudden move he pushed her over onto her back and rolling over on top of her; spread her legs, entering her with his cock.  Sleep, lessening her inhibitions, made her wild at the feel of this.  "Oh…my….God….fuck me hard, baby," she moaned, her head arched back, her legs wrapped around his back. 

He felt her hot and wet, wrapped around his dick, engulfing him, her cunt sucking him exactly the way he loves her mouth to suck him.  Knowing how much she likes to be fucked hard, he slammed into her, pulled out and slammed into her again and again and again…... 

"Ahhh….I'm gonna cum, baby…..don't stop fucking me…..I'm gonna cum," she moaned breathlessly, running her nails down his back and grabbing his ass as he slammed his cock into her. 

"Come on sweetie…..cum with me….I can wait much longer," he groaned into her ear.  He could feel her tense and almost become still, something that he knows happens just as she's going to climax and knew he could let himself start to cum, along with her. 

"Oh, fuck….oh, fuck…don't stop….I'm cumming all over your cock," she moaned loudly.   Feeling the hot wet of her climax coating his dick, he groaned and finally released himself up inside of her, collapsing on top of her as he did so.

She felt him gradually soften and slip out of her.  Shifting, he rolled off of her and onto his back, pulling her up against his side.  Exhausted, they fell asleep, sticky with cum that they would shower off together in the morning…………..

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Awaking a sleeping giantess
Current mood: amused

During the week he awoke Amelia's sleeping giantess, a giantess in the form of the wet and slippery button, hidden between her pussy lips, begging now to be let out to play.  She has recently been trying hard not to think too much about the physical…not to want the physical.  It's something that she's been struggling with, especially when in the presence of those she feels very drawn toward.

It's impossible to ignore her button as it nudges her to do something about it.  It throbs in its hiding place, just begging her to find fingers other than her own to swirl around it, a mouth to suck on it, a tongue to lick it. 

On the train ride home tonight her little button was hard to ignore.  She often times sits with her knees up against the seat in front of her, her feet dangling below and usually a book in her lap.  Tonight when the train had almost emptied and she was close to home, she found that her hands were between her legs in a way that didn't look obscene and yet, was.  She realized that she could rub her thumb along the seam of her jeans, right between her pussy lips and if someone where to look at her, they would have no idea that she was touching herself!  That thought was wildly arousing for her.  From there it was a short leap of her dirty mind to imagine him sitting next to her, knowing that she was stroking her pussy.  He would be able to smell her arousal because he's good at picking up that vibe.  His cock would get hard and she would lean toward him and whisper in his ear, telling him how much she wanted to suck him off.  

Her eyes closed, she let all these erotic thoughts wash over her as she continued to press her thumb in the spot where her throbbing clit lay hidden…. that little pearl that really is quite a giant. 

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Heavy petting?
Current mood: naughty

Amelia found herself sitting across the kitchen counter from Jonathan, her bare feet perched on the top rung of the bar stool that she was sitting on.  With her feet on the very top rung, her blue jean clad legs were spread in a way that you can't help when sitting like that.  She tried not to think about the fact that she now sat across from him, her legs spread as if inviting him to come and taste her. As she listened to him tell her what he'd been up too since February, she was really wondering if he would be coming over to her side of the counter to kiss her. 

Amelia had given up gratuitous sex, fuck buddy sex, casual sex, phone sex, pretty much all sex, except that which takes place between her and her little bullet vibrator.  She wants to have sex that matters, or at least she wanted that prior to climbing the stairs to Jonathan's apartment and perching on his bar stool.  Now all she can to do is look at his mouth, or his hands as he talks to her and remember what they feel like on her.  She can't seem to keep this part of her suppressed, even when she is actively trying too.  Really, she has no intention of playing with Jonathan…if she did she would certainly have at least shaved her pussy for him in the shower this morning.  However, right now all she can think about is if he's going to kiss her.  Besides, kissing does not necessarily mean sex.  She hasn't ruled out kissing leading to heavy petting.  Kissing and heavy petting would still be acceptable activities with someone she likes a lot.

These were all the thoughts running amok in Amelia's head as she watched Jonathan walk back and forth across his kitchen talking on the phone.  She was pretty certain that he wasn't wearing underwear under the loose, gauzy pants he had on either.  Actually, she's never seen him wear that article of clothing, so thinking about his lovely cock just hanging here between his legs, in a nest of soft, golden-red pubic hair had already made her wet. 

Sitting on the bar stool that she has come to think of as her own, she listened as he tried unsuccessfully to reach his son to find out where he was and when he would be home.  After hanging up he walked over to the door of the apartment, bolted the deadlock and casually, as if he had seen her yesterday instead of all those month ago, came to stand right between her spread legs.  Leaning down, he tongue kissed her.  She loves this.  She thinks she will never have enough kissing like this.  Kissing is sooo what gets her going, what makes her pussy purr.  His mouth, sucking on her lower lip, her tongue now tasting him, sucking him and wanting to move lower to suck between his legs was all she was conscious of. 

The bar stool is the perfect height.  As he stands between her legs she can feel his cock get hard and he rubs it against her inner thigh. 

"I'm not having fuck buddy sex," she whispers to him as she moves her mouth from his and sucks along his neck.  Who is she kidding?  She wants to be fucked and fucked hard.  This is a difficult concept to come to terms with when you've decided not to have fuck buddy sex anymore.

"Mmmm….OK," he whispers, his hands continuing to explore, finding her nipples through her shirt and bra and moving down to rub between her legs. 

Her hands caress him, moving across his back and around to the front of him.  He continues to rub his cock along her and she slides down off the bar stool to move up against him.  Her hands are inside the elastic waist of his pants and she pushes them down so she can feel the heat of his hard-on in her hand.  He unsnaps her jeans and lowers the zipper.  As his fingers enter her she almost cums.  "Oh, fuck" she thinks……and that's exactly want he does.  He finger fucks her hard and deep, just the way she loves it.  He has a way of doing this that feels so incredibly good, fingers in her pussy and the palm of his hand somehow pressing against all of her honey slicked parts, including her ass.  He makes her cum hard, again and again; all while standing fully dress in his kitchen. 

She thinks back to the first time they met.  While walking her to 6^th Avenue to catch a cab, he backed her into a doorway on a side street.  It wasn't long before his tongue was in her mouth, his hand in her jeans and his fingers in her cunt, making her moan.  She did manage to get his zipper down as well and loved the feel of his dick in her hand, making her want so much more of him.  

"I want to jerk you off and make you cum," she says as they stand toe to toe in his kitchen.  In her mind, if she keeps her cloths on, she'll be less likely to have sex "all the way" with him.  It seems like a ridiculous concept considering she's an adult and can do what she wants. Yet, right now, this is "doing what she wants." She watches as he undresses on his way through the apartment and into his bedroom.  Naked, he lays on the bed, hard cock arching up toward his belly. 

"I'm taking my jeans off so I'll be more comfortable," she says to him, "but, I'm leaving everything else on!"  She knows she's a slut for him and thinks that if she leaves her clothes on she can continue to call this "heavy petting."  Heaving petting….a rather funny concept considering who she is and how much she likes playing with him.

"Oh… my… God," she groans as his fingers move aside the fabric of her pink undies and he goes right for that special spot up inside her cunt, rubbing and fucking in and out, making her wet and creamy and wild to have him.  As he fingers her, her hand strokes up and down the length of his now lubricated cock.  She gently squeezes his balls and notices for the first time that he's bare of pubic hair.  She leans over him and sucks his balls into her mouth while she continues to stroke his dick.  "Mmmm, she does love to suck cock," she thinks, as his dick fills her mouth.

Now, extremely hot considering she is still almost dressed, she can't stand that she has so many clothes on.  Sitting up she takes off her shirt and bra, however, she does not take off her panties.  She knows it would be just a matter of minutes before her legs would be wrapped around him, his cock buried up, deep inside of her.   Since she is still considering this "heavy petting," it's important that she keep her panties on.  Realizing she's now topless, he sits up and sucks hard on her nipples, making her all the hotter. 

Rolling over into a 69 position, he lays on top of her, his face up against her pussy, his fingers pulling aside her wet panties.  She strokes his cock as he rubs and humps against her.  She's lost count of how many times his fingers have fucked her into cumming and watches, fascinated as he slides his cock back and forth along her body, moaning that he's going to cum.  She loves the feel of his warm cum as is it spreads across her belly and the smell of it as it cools on her skin.  She loves the idea of being able to smell his scent on her, and carry it back to her own bed.  There's a lot to be said for "heavy petting," Amelia thinks.   

Maybe what they do together exists somewhere in the continuum between "fuck buddy," and something else.  Or maybe it's just "something else."  Maybe she should just stop thinking about what it is and just fucking enjoy it. 

Maybe when she moves, he'll want to come over and soak in her bath tub with her…….and do more than heavily pet.

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A chair and a half
Current mood: horny

Not having much of a social life to speak of these days, Amelia agreed to baby-sit for her nephews tonight.  After the kiddies were sleeping she sat very comfortably in the big "chair-and-a-half" that inhabits a large corner of the living room.  Smaller than a love seat and larger than a chair (obviously), with a large ottoman right up next to it and soft, plush pillows to snuggle into, she was quite content to lay there and think.  And, in the mood she was in, this is what she was thinking......

You and I are laying in the "chair-and-a-half" that I have in my living room, watching the National Geographic Channel (of course).  I'm cool from the shower I've taken and smell like Warm Vanilla Sugar body wash and lavender bath powder.  I'm wearing nothing but an oversized men's while tee and pink undies.  You're lying next to me, just in your boxers.....

I'm lying on my back, knees bent, one leg crossed over the other and you absentmindedly run your fingers up and down them as I run the fingers of one hand up and down your arm.  I like the way you touch me and lean up to give you a quick kiss on the mouth.  Only the quick kiss is not very quick and before we know it, it becomes long and deep.  French kissing is so intimate and hot I think to myself and I love how you kiss me. 

As our mouths are locked on one another, you pull up my shirt and find my nipples, fingering them until they're hard.  When I'm in a mood such as this, the feel of your hands or mouth on my nipples goes immediately to my clit and I begin to throb and feel myself get wet.  You lean your head down and begin to suck on them, going from one to the other and back again, while one of your hands goes down into my pink undies and strokes along each side of my pussy lips.  I arch my back and grind my pussy up into your hand, wanting to feel your fingers up inside of me.  While you're doing these things to me, my hand goes into your boxers and I fondle your balls and stroke up and down the length of your hardening cock, pressing it up against your body as I do so. 

You push my undies down and I kick them off.  First one finger, then a second go into my pussy and you start to fuck me.  It makes me crazy when you do this and I just love it.  As you insert a third, my hand circle around your cock and I stroke you from the base, up and around the head, feeling the precum that's seeping from the tip.  I pull off your boxers, spread my legs wide and ask you to fuck me.  Rolling on top of me, your cock slides easily into my wet pussy.  My legs are locked around your back and I rock myself up into you, hearing you groan as you ram yourself harder and harder into my wetness.....talking dirty to me and telling me how good it feels to fuck me.  Yes, this is a perfect chair for fucking.....

Amelia's been out furniture shopping.  She's going to buy one of these interesting chairs because you never know, maybe one day she'll get to try this out for real!

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5 AM
Current mood: Wistful
Category: Wistful Romance and Relationships

February 2006

5 AM

It's 5 AM and I long to have you here, in my bed with me.  I fell asleep thinking of you and awoke at this ungodly hour with you still here beside me, even if only in my mind.  "Only in my mind," is the key concept here as we both know you have your reasons for not…being here with me, or anywhere of real importance in my life right now.   If either of us should be reluctant to start something, it should be me.  Never would I have imagined myself becoming involved with someone who was so unavailable.  Yet I have offered myself to you freely, even knowing that you are married, albeit unhappily…… even knowing that you already have a lover who you sleep with…. even knowing the huge emotional risk that sleeping with you might cause me.  How is it that I can feel you are still as drawn to me as I am to you? Especially given the fact that you do have another lover, one who I do not ever ask you questions about, afraid to know the answers? Why do we, after all these months continue to dance around each other, feeling like lovers, yet not?  Not just physically, but emotionally as well.

Yesterday, the sight of you as you crossed the floor of Grand Central Station, moving toward me took my breath away. Coming toward me through the crowd, dressed in a black leather jacket, black jeans and a deep plum colored button-down shirt, I could see no one, but you.  In the seven months since I've seen you, I was able to not think about how attracted I was to you, both in mind and body.  That attraction slammed me right back into the marble wall I was leaning against, with breathing at that moment almost impossible.  I had been so very nervous all day long, waiting for this moment and wondering if the chemistry we had, would still exist.  Watching you walk toward me through the crowd and feeling my body immediately react to the sight of you was a good indication to me that in fact the chemistry did still exist.  I could see you felt it too, from the smile on your face, your body language and the quick, open-mouthed kiss that you gave me as I stood against the wall.  

My intuition has at times become this weight that I carry around in my heart.  Feeling that something is right, but that for one reason or another, the timing is wrong becomes a huge burden to bear.  The few hours that we spent together at Grand Central Station yesterday just reinforced for me the need and overwhelming desire that I have for you.  You feel it too, or you would not have sat for more than an hour with me while we held each others hands, and looked into each others eyes, each as if trying to memorize what the other saw there. You would not have stood outside with me in the cold, making out like two teenagers in heat when I told you that I really wanted to kiss you.   

Outside that train station, the taste of your mouth and the feel of your lips on mine was more than I could almost stand. It brought back to me the time spent in Central Park last July, kissing and touching each other in the stifling heat of the summer sun after having spent most of the day at The Museum of Natural History.  Wet not only with sweat, but with desire as well. I could almost have lain on that rock, spread open for you and let the world see the desire that I had for you to be inside of me.  From the very first kiss inside the museum, I wanted more…I wanted all.  The way you took possession of my mouth, your tongue searching for mine and mine for yours, the taste and the smell of you, making me hot and lusting for you in all the ways there could be to have you.  

I can remember sitting at lunch across from you, wishing that you were sitting next to me instead, and you asking me if the kiss inside the museum had crossed the line, and thinking to myself that there was no line anymore.  I had erased the line in mind, realizing that I wanted you in the worst and best possible ways.  The line was long gone after lunch, when we found our way into the park, looking for a private place to be. The way your licked, sucked and lightly bit my neck, moving my long hair out of the way to have better access to it and me. Holding my head between your hands and running your fingers around my neck and shoulders, your mouth leaving me with one or two small hickys to take back to the suburbs with me…..a tangible reminder, if only for a little while, of what we might have together.  And I, unbuttoning one or two of the buttons on your Hawaiian shirt so that I could taste the salt of your skin, yet leaving no marks on you that others might see.  I wanted to run the palm of my hand, up and down the front of you and feel your hardening cock in the way that you described to me you like when you lay alone in your bed, yet not really alone, and play with yourself…making yourself cum while thinking of me and no other.   I remember all the details of that day, and yet they are remembered through the haze of all these months gone by.  Until seeing you yesterday, when they all came rushing back, making me wet all over again, as if we were still seated upon that rock in the heat of the summer, and our desire for each other.

It's 5 am and in my mind you are on top of me, my legs over your shoulders as you fuck me hard.  This, what we are doing right now in this fantasy world, is not love making, but hot, dirty, sex.  All the covers are puddled on the floor at the bottom of the bed, the pillows as well.  You and I, back in this dark bedroom, with the smell of sex and cum in the air.   I hear myself moan as you stroke in and out of me, fast and hard.  Your mouth is on my neck, sucking and softly biting me.  I feel wild for you as you kiss me and talk dirty to me and as I smell the scent of my pussy on your mouth.  I am such a whore for you and I wouldn't have it any other way, nor would you I think.  

As your cock strokes in and out of me, I can feel you hit my g-spot.  That spot up inside of me that feels so very good.  I am still wet and sticky from the previous cum you gave me hours ago.  I can feel your pubic hair as it rubs against my bare pussy lips, now spread so wide that my clit is exposed, or as you grind yourself into me ... not only is my g-spot being tickled, but my aroused and throbbing clit as well. 

I whisper dirty things to you and tell you how good it feels to have you fill me with your cock.  My hands are all over you, stroking up and down your back from your shoulders to your ass and playing with your nipples, rolling your hard male peaks between my fingers, making you groan.  I tell you how I want you to cum up inside of me and bring me to the top and over the edge as you do so. 

My legs are down now; wrapped around your waist so that I can move my hips better to meet the rhythm you have set.  As your pace increases and I am close to going over the edge, I whisper in your ear and tell you how much I love to suck your cock..... and tell you how fucking good you are making me feel.  I tell you how I will lick and suck you from head to toe, and I tell you again how I am such a whore for you...for you and only you.  I begin to moan as I feel myself start to cum, the waves of my orgasm arriving, one after the other.  My moans bring you to your edge and then over, and I feel you release your hot cum deep inside of me as I continue to frantically rub and fuck myself against you. You collapse, exhausted on top of me as I softly and slowly run my hands up and down your back and kiss your neck until your breathing returns to normal. What was moments ago hot and frantic has now become something much different. 

I reach down and pull up all the covers and find the pillows, as you have just done all this work and lay curled on your side, satisfied smile on your lips.  I kiss you softly on the mouth as we curl up beside each other and fall back to sleep.

It's 5 AM and you are not here in my bed with me.  You have made promises to your lover that you do not want to break and you do not want to lie to anyone else.  You are afraid of possibly hurting me, or of getting hurt yourself.  Yet, you still feel drawn to me, and I to you.  You will still meet me for coffee and plan summer field trips with me, but you have said "no kissing," as the kissing is so very frustrating.  You have no will power in regard to the kissing and I know this.  I will continue to kiss you for as long as I can….being totally and utterly smitten with you.  I will continue to make your "hair hurt," the expression you use when you don't want  to talk about anything important, or in  order to get you to think about your life and what you are doing with it.  We are not getting any younger and I cannot bear the thought of you living the rest of your life, unhappily.  I want you to be happy, if not with me, then with someone else.  For now, you will sleep in my bed in fantasy only, and I will remain "ever hopeful" for a day to come, when that might be a reality.

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Celebrating Jonathan's Birthday Part I
Current mood: hungry

She has picked this restaurant with care, having gone there last summer for lunch with her cousin.  It's a really cool place on the UES (she thinks), where all the tables are individually shrouded by thin, gauzy curtains billowing in the breeze that lightly blows through the open front of the restaurant.  While sitting there last summer, she could not help but think about how hot this place might get, were she there with a lover, especially given the sheer curtains and her love of semi-public foreplay.  She seems to have found someone who likes that as well, therefore, making this the perfect choice for a birthday lunch.

It's a warm day for May, almost summer like and she is wearing a short grey khaki skirt with a very low-cut top that has spaghetti straps, her black sheer bra, blending in with the black of the top, and black lace undies covering her recently waxed pussy.  She loves the way the lace on her panties feels as it rubs against her smooth pussy lips, heightening her already aroused state.   She sits innocently at the bar, legs crossed, purple toes peeking out of her black sandals, sipping a glass of wine and watching for his arrival. 

She sees him crossing the street, talking on his cell phone as he approaches the restaurant. He's wearing black jeans and a white and black patterned shirt that buttons down the front.  As he walks inside, it takes a moment for his eyes to adjust before he spots her at the bar.  She nonchalantly uncrosses her legs; spreading them just enough to flash him a little bit, and smiles at him as she does.  He walks over toward her, leans down, kisses her neck, and whispers in her ear "You are such a whore."  Already wet from the anticipation of his arrival, her pussy starts to drip as she smiles, and whispers back, "Yes, baby…a whore for you," ….and off the bar stool she comes, as they lean into each other and lightly kiss, just barely touching each others tongues.

They part as a young waiter approaches', asking them if they're ready to be seated and then leads them to a table for two toward the back of the room.  They sit next to each other, with their backs to the room, cocooned behind the semi-closed curtain surrounding their table.  After ordering glasses of wine, the waiter leaves them to peruse the menu and she wonders if he suspects that what she really wants for lunch, is this hot man that she is sitting with? 

Without missing a beat, he reaches over, pulls down her top, exposing her right breast, her nipple hard and easily seen through the sheer fabric of her bra, and begins to circle it with his index finger.  She watches as he takes a small piece of ice out of the water glass on the table and begins to run it over her still covered nipple, watching it grow harder and knowing that doing this, is making the honey between her legs so much hotter.  Closing her eyes, she moans just a little as he replaces the ice, with his fingers, lightly pinching and rolling her nipple between them.  Startled out of her reverie by his voice she realizes that he's talking to the waiter, and tries to readjust her top to cover her tit, all while pretending that she is engrossed in her menu. 

With the order taken and the wine on the table, they are both thinking that at least for a short while, they will be left alone, to continue what they are really here for…… some very hot play that might eventually lead to who knows where. They seem to have equally dirty minds, so one never knows where they might end up.

She takes his hand in hers and starts to run her long fingers lightly over his.  She loves his hands and the feel of his fingers as they caress her back.  She slowly starts to work her way up his arm, always feeling a great need to touch him when they are near.  He is warm to her touch and she wants to taste the salt of his skin. 

Taking his hand in hers, she brings it up to her mouth, and very slowly, sucks on each of his fingers, in the same way that she likes to suck on his cock.  She watches him, as he watches her, and they smile, knowing that each of them is thinking about his cock in her mouth, as opposed to his fingers. Slowly, she reaches her hand over into his lap which is partially covered by the table cloth, and runs her hand along the front of his pants, down to his crotch.  Finding that his cock is hard is wildly arousing for her and she wants to touch it.  With her other hand, she reaches over and lowers his zipper, slipping her hand inside his pants only to find that he has not worn anything underneath, giving her full access to his very hard dick.  She circles her hand around him, reaching up with one finger to spread the precum he has leaked…. all over the head of cock and her finger.  He watches as she takes her hand out and licks that little bit of moisture off of her fingers. Glancing over her shoulder and out into the restaurant, she then leans down toward his lap, takes his cock out and begins to suck him……..

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Coffee in a bookstore
Current mood: calm

She sat at the small table in the bookstore coffee shop, thinking about what it would be like to lean across and ever so softly, run the tip of her tongue over his mouth.  She's intrigued by him and wants to know what he tastes like.  She loved that when cruising the stacks earlier; he leaned down toward her, and with one hand moved her long hair and lightly kissed and sucked along her neck, making her shudder.  And now, although it looks like she's paying attention, all she can really think about is how that felt, and what his skin might taste like.

He was wearing a short-sleeved, black shirt, and she could not keep from looking at his arms and wanting to touch him, wanting to get right in into his space. …. To sit next to him instead of across from him, to lean into him while stroking his hand with her long fingers.  

She decides to be forward and reach across to touch him.  How warm his skin was to her touch.  She liked the way he felt and wondered what it might feel like to lay up against him in a warm bed, making out,  both of them completely naked.  Does he wonder this, she wonders, as she very innocently drinks her Chai tea, with visions that are not so innocent, running amok in her head?  Visions of straddling his lap right here in this coffee shop, arms wrapped around his neck and kissing him so hard and deep, it takes his breath away.

She thinks about parting with him, very lightly kissing, tongues touching, arms around each other…wanting to stand right up against him and continue to kiss him until she can feel him wanting her…..

(c) March 2007

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24 Hour Notice
Current mood: Naughty

It isn't that I can't be spontaneous; it's just that logistically this would not work out for tonight; no matter how much I would have liked it too. And now, I am completely aroused with desire for you. It's been too long since we've been together Jonathan, and I miss that erotic connection with you, the one I use to feel in my mind…which is where all of my erotic starts.  Obviously it does not take much for me to get it back.  A simple suggestion such as the one you made earlier, or a hot kiss, is usually enough to get me going again.

Once in a while we fall into an erotic exchange of email that always leaves me throbbing and wanting more.... and ending with my fingers stroking my wet pussy until I make myself cum.  I often wonder if any of those exchanges end that way for you….as infrequent as they have been.

It's an odd sort of friendship that we have, don't you think?  Or maybe not.  You are not an ordinary kind of man, so it would not be like you to have ordinary *relationships*.  We have lulls in contact lasting weeks at a time, infrequent phone calls, brief exchanges of hot and dirt email when I want you so bad I can smell you on me, and then lulls again.

And right now as I sit on the train trying to read, all I can really concentrate on is the throbbing of my clit as it nudges me…whispering in my ear…"I so wanted to play with Jonathan tonight." Yes, my clit sometimes has a mind of her own and wants what she wants….when she wants it. And right now, she wants you Jonathan. And so do I.

I thought about how long it's been since you've been in my head in that hot sort of way. I haven't forgotten what you taste like, or what you feel like when you're on me, or inside me, your tongue in my mouth or your hard cock as you stroke it in and out of my dripping pussy.  Or your hands, sometime rough, pinching my nipples and making me moan, or the finger marks I find on my upper arms or the insides of my thighs the next day. Suck marks that I again want to leave on your neck or the insides of your thighs….reminders of the heat of my mouth as it engulfed your dick, loving the way my tongue felt as it stroked up and down the length of you. Telltale signs that you have had me, and I you. 

In the cold of the winter, I think about the heat of the summer.  Of you, just out of the shower standing nude between my legs as I sit on the stool in your kitchen, cool of your skin, pressed against the heat of mine….tongues in each others mouths, my arms wrapped around your neck.  In the heat of that summer night, you took off my high-heeled sandals and ran your hands all over my cute feet with their purple polished toes….your hands running up my legs to find my bare pussy, wet and waiting for you…wanting your fingers to enter and fuck me till you made me cum all over your hand.

And I, wanting to run my hands and my tongue all over you, loving how soft your red-gold body hair feels as your rub up against me, wanting to feel the weight of you on top of me, while you fuck me senseless and make me moan.  I remember the warmth of the oil as I poured it into my hand and stroked it up and down your hard shaft, or going down on you, your cock in my mouth while you watched me suck you from your pillow. In the heat of that night I remember the sight of you as you lay on top of me, your head between my legs, the feel of your tongue as it played over my clit, making me want to spread wider and grind myself into your mouth until I spilled all over you, and while you were eating me, loving the feeling of your cock as you fucked my mouth with it at the same time. 

In the middle of that night, you rolled over in the dark and in my sleep, took me from behind, making me cum again and again and how I loved the feel of your hot milky seed as you released it all over my ass, coating me sticky with the scent of your sex.

Yes, it would seem that I am a slut for you Jonathan, and I wouldn't have it any other way, and nor would you I suspect.  Twenty-four hour notice will be needed in order for spontaneous to happen, at least until this particular "slut for you," is able to relocate to the general vicinity, and offers to fuck you silly in her very own bed.      

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Fun in a park...
Current mood: Wicked...as usual.

We are sitting together against a tree in Central Park, down by a place called The Pond.  You, with your back against the tree and me, between your open legs, my back against your chest, my head leaning back onto your shoulder.  I feel your hands lightly stroking up and down my arms, as I run my fingers absentmindedly over both of your thighs and feel the muscles in your legs.  We talk easily while we watch those sitting in the park around us and I laugh as I tell you very softly that you have such a cute ass.  After spending a leisurely day walking around the city, we have ended up here, needing some time to rest and relax. 

Lying in the grass on a blanket not too far away from us, is a young couple who when we arrived were wrapped around each other napping.  I found myself glancing over at them from time to time, thinking about how peaceful and contented they looked.  At one point though, I looked over at them and found that they were kissing, which is not so unusual in a place like this.  She, on her back, and he, on his side, leaning over her, mouths locked together.  I feel you tighten your arms around me, as you begin to watch them too.  As we watch them make out, you move my hair out of your way, lean down and suck lightly on my neck, giving me chills and making my nipples hard.  I lean all the way back into you while we watch his hand creep up under her shirt and begin to play with her nipples, unrestrained by a bra.  His finger circles around and around her hard nipples, going back and forth from one to the other and she begins to move her hips in the way that women who are aroused, do.  The way that I feel like moving mine right now as I watch them. 

"Jeez…I can almost feel those hands on my nipples," I tell you. 

"Oh, really" you reply, as you boldly move your hands around to the front of me and begin to feel for my nipples through my shirt and sheer bra.  It doesn't take long for you to find them as they are hard and looking for some attention.  Sitting at a point up higher than most, we are somewhat out of the way of prying eyes, and beside, by now others have noticed the young couple and begin to watch them too.

As they continue to kiss, we watch as his hand leaves her tits and strokes down the front of her…… over top her shorts we watch as he caresses the mound between her legs, gripping her with his hand and grinding his palm into her there.  Leaving her mouth, he begins to suck on her neck, just the way you have been sucking on mine, making my nipples ache to feel your mouth on them.  We continue to watch as his hand makes it's way up the leg of her shorts and from the motion of her hips, we know she is being finger fucked.  I feel your cock get hard as I lean against you and I turn my head so that I can kiss you with my mouth open, my tongue searching for yours.  Our mouths locked together, stifle our moans for each other.  Breaking away I whisper to you, "I so want to spread my legs right here and now, and have you fuck me until I can't walk." 

Despite our own foreplay going on here, we remain riveted to the live sex show being performed in front of us. We watch as her hand strokes up and down the front of his jean shorts and can see the outline of his hard cock as she does so.  We can tell that he must be rubbing his finger around her clit and know this by the way his hand moves and the frantic movement of her hips.  She is writhing to the pace that his hand is moving, more and more wanton and seemingly not caring who might be watching.  Arching her head back, with her mouth open, she cums….. and I can't seem to breathe, watching.  It's like a silent movie….all the action going on, without any sound.  I can feel the change in your breathing as well…and know that you are as aroused as I.

Slowly coming down from her orgasm, he begins to kiss her again as she continues to stroke the hard cock hidden under his pants.  They shift slightly and we watch as she unbuttons his pants and lowers his zipper, allowing her to put her hand inside.  Watching this, I begin to crave the taste of your cock. 

"Do you remember the first time I sucked you in the cab?" I ask.  "All I was planning to do was taste you, and I was so aroused that tasting was not enough….I wanted to swallow you too."  

You moan into my hair when I tell you this…..as we continue to watch her hand rhythmically stroke up and down what must be his very hard cock.  I can feel yours pressing into me and reach around behind me, placing my hand between us and finding you, so that I can rub you, as she is rubbing him.  Faster her hand moves….jerking him off and I wonder where all his cum is going to go? We see him cum, but not really.  We know it has happened as we watch him relax, her hand slowing until it stops.  She removes it, licks her fingers clean, and then zip him back up again.  Once again, wrapped around each other, they resume their napping.

I imagine them naked in a bed, her legs spread, pussy bare, with his fingers swirling around her hard little clit.  And she, moving her hand coated in oil, stroking up and down his hard cock.  But…what I am really imagining is us…doing this to each other in bed later tonight….and wonder how we will ever be able to manage the subway ride home.    

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Tattoos and Birthday Cards
Current mood: amused

I recently ran into a young woman who had the word "Love" along with a tiny heart tattooed on the inside of her wrist in black.  I've always been opposed to tattoos for myself, and yet…it did look rather nice.  I suspect that if I had one like it, it would probably say "Lust."

A good friend of mine is celebrating his birthday tomorrow.  And who would have thought I would find the perfect birthday card for him in the grocery store?  The picture on the front of the card is of one of those 50's, older women.  Well coiffed grey hair, pearl earring and necklace, and even though the picture is in black and white, you can tell she has on the red lipstick.  The blurb above her head reads, "Looking back, I should've slept around a little more…." When you open the card it reads, "It's your birthday – regret nothing!" It is so apropos and I smiled insanely as I cruised the aisles of the grocery store, thinking about how funny it was. The person who I'm giving the card to knows me well and will certainly be able to appreciate the fact that yes, I should have slept around a little more…..along with other things that I'm finally catching up on now.    

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