she spread

she spread
she spread her legs
she spread her legs for me
she spread her legs
she spread



for me.

summer heat

it was the end of a long, hot, sticky, exhausting, summer day.
"i'd fuck you if i wasn't so tired," i told her.
"yeah, well, i'd fuck you if i wasn't so dry," she concurred.
"you know, you don't look so tired."
"and no, you don't feel so dry, in fact, moister than a moment ago."
we extended our long, hot, sticky, summer day...into the night.

beating traffic

"where i want you," read the email, "is between my legs, deep inside me. and quite possibly behind me, my hair wrapped in your hand."
my reply to such her note was, "well, given that i have to wrap up the work i'm doing, pay these bills, drop off the library books due today, get gas, maybe grab a bite (i'm famished), and then fight traffic, i don't see how i can get there in less than 90 minutes, maybe 2 hours."
her response: "too bad, 'cause i'm already moist (at the very least) and that cool piece of chrome that you gave me is in hand."
i made it there in less than 18 minutes and was in her shortly thereafter.

where i want you

“now,” she informed me, “I have you right where I want you.”
and, by that, she meant here, my back to the wall, my pants to my knees (or lower), my balls in one of her hands and my fully extended cock in the other, and her mouth, her lovely mouth, was one soft breath away from mine.
and that position, me being right where she wanted me, well, the feeling was mutual.
“mmmmm, so you do,” i noted. “and what, pray tell, do you plan to do with me, in this enviable position.”
“whatever I want, dearie, whatever I want,” was her accurate reply. “and if you want more of this you can touch me, when I tell you that you touch me.” immediately my hands removed themselves from outside of her thin silky bra-less blouse, where they’d been doing a reconnaissance mission.
“actually, where they were, what they were doing, is just fine, for now. and my hands dutifully returned.
here’s what she did. what she did was tease me, taunt me, make me want her all the more, if that was possible. i paid strict attention to her task at hand. and how well she manipulated me. i was reminded of a juggler i'd seen. how he controlled three balls in one hand, rolling them, fondling them, twirling them, making them seem almost lucid (maybe), liquid possibly. but what she was doing here, with two balls in her hand was lurid, positively lurid. and i loved it. her other hand squeezed me, slowly, slowly, slowly squeezed me, then stroked once, twice, then waited. she twirled me languidly, like a spoon in batter, and my shoulders leaned hard into the wall, my ass and crotch moving in the opposite direction, eyes firmly shut. my hands maintained their massage of her breasts, tweaking her nipples. with her thumb, she smeared my pre-cum around my head, and a moan escaped. a long, slow, hungry moan.
“yes, I know you like that…and there’s more…more,” she whispered into my mouth. her breath was in me. and i wanted in her. in her. in her. and she stroked me and almost made me come…but not quite. she was holding me and holding me off. and with that, she placed my cock momentarily in her mouth as her hands removed my pants, she did some dynamic tongue work on me and returned my cock to her hand. and then, cock in hand, she led to the sofa, shoved me onto it. and following a hurried but delectable strip, she put me in her, and moved. oh, how she moved and moved some more. and for the next however long, we did the horizontal mambo on the sofa, the floor, and later, again in the bed.
and that whole me being right where she wanted me.well, for me that was the takeaway memory of that delightful day. and still is.

need

"this is what i need, she informed me.
"i need to be fucked, royally, loyally and boyally. and you're just the one to do it. so let's get started. and with that, do know that i'm not seeking conversation, or flirting, or fond farewells. just a good boring. got it?"
i got it, as did we both.