A Borrowed Story: Room 610

“Its room 610, the door will be left slightly open, go in, put on the blind and sit on the bed and wait for me, dont do anything, dont say anything, just be a good girl and sit and wait.”

the door was slightly open and she pushed on it, her heart thudding so hard she could see it through her shirt before the light of the hall disappeared, and she swore if he was on the other side of that door, he would hear it

she dropped her coat on the desk chair and saw the sleep blind on the desk, she picked it up, and laced her fingers around it to slide it on, a last shaky breath coming from her lips, almost resigned to what she was about to do, surely there was no out at this point.

She was in a strange room in a strange hotel of a strange man she had only met via the phone and emails, well she had come this far, but still, she could just put the blind back where she found it, put her coat back on, and be out in no time…..unless he was behind the door as she came in, which she wasnt sure if he was or not……but without even meaning to, she is slipping the blind over her face and fumbling toward the bed in the dark.

The blind is disorientating, the room is already dark, now everything is foreign and strange, almost unreal and dreamlike, she hears her heart thudding as she sits, waits, palms damp, and then a door closes, and she hears the lock click over and the safety chain slide and catch, she quickly pats her pants pocket, cell phone just in case….in case what?!!

He is next to her, kneeling up behind her on the bed in moments, his hand around her neck, pressing his mouth down on an exposed shoulder, pulling at the shirt she is wearing, biting down on her and pressing on her neck so roughly, she cant help but gasp, his other hand under her shirt grabbing her breast. - Writer

Sex and Love and Love and Sex

Sex can seem like everything and nothing at the same time. If we measure our hours with someone, so few of them are spent rolling around in bed. Yet sex is the one thing that distinguishes our relationship with our partner from all others. It’s the most intimate way to know another person but thrives in mystery. It’s like that optical illusion: See it one way, and two people are staring into each other’s eyes. See it the other, and all you have is an empty vessel. – Amy Maclin, “Big Love”

Perhaps a day will come

when a man

and a woman, like

us,

will touch this love and it will still have the strength

to burn the hands that touch it.

Who were we? What does it matter?

They will touch this fire

and the fire, my sweet, will say your simple name

and mine, the name

that only you knew, because you alone

upon earth know

who I am, and because nobody knew me like one,

like just one hand of yours,

because nobody knew how or when

my heart was burning:

only

your great dark eyes knew,

your wide mouth,

your skin, your breasts,

your belly, your insides,

and your soul that I awoke

so that it would go on

singing untilt he end of life.

Sly Innuendos and Hot O's

It usually starts with whispers, and then a need to have an earth-shattering orgasm. Squirming...

Let's Play Boo

You're there, I'm here...

You Fucking Me Makes Me Bilingual

I am listening to an erotic audio right now and I can't help but be aroused. The voice of the girl narrating her experience with a stranger she met at a bar and took home after is very seductive. I am unbelievably wet right now. Oh her moans...

Ah those images of two people trying hard to satisfy each other's carnal needs sends me helpless. My toes are curling. All I want right now is to jump into a stiff cock and ride until I cum so hard. You know the kind where your tears run down your face because of the euphoric bliss that you feel. Oh la la... 

"Laying back on my bed, my head propped up on a few squishy pillows, my cunt was already throbbing, slick, and boiling. I closed my eyes and teased myself. Imagining your fingers swirling around my nipples as someone might idly swirl a spoon through coffee."

Ah this is what months of pent up pleasure can do to you...errrrr me! :-)

Subconsciously I find myself rewinding our love scenes

In my daydreams

Seeing that face you make when you’re making me cum

And it makes me want you right there and then

My thighs quiver in anticipation of deep penetration which gets me high

Body rising

Sweating

Panting

Make-up melting

Pulling my hair and

Scratching my back

I get a temporary case of tourettes because all I can say are four letter words in a four octave-range screaming your name

Aye papi, eres tan grande y tan duro y mo lo das tan bueno…tu eres mi pecado mortal…cojelo otra vez… You fucking me makes me bilingual!

I Want, I Really Do!

Something I want to be doing right now.

I want the slide of skin on skin, a body above mine.

I want the feel of rough hands grasping me bruisingly tight.

I want to be held down with powerful force, positioned for the pounding of my life.

I want constant friction, the meeting of pelvic bones.

I want the constant slap of skin on skin. It’s a craving, an itch unscratched.

I want domination of my heart, body, and mind.

I Surrender...

“Sometimes what seems like surrender isn’t surrender at all. It’s about what’s going on in our hearts. About seeing clearly the way life is and accepting it and being true to it, whatever the pain, because the pain of not being true to it is far, far greater.” -Nicholas Evans, The Horse Whisperer

Borrowed Fantasy

She turned around to face him and with her still on top of him, he sat up to kiss her. Their kissing became almost frantic. His hands were all over her body. He kissed and licked her nipples making her once again call out his name. He placed his hands on her hips and started pumping. She was so wet and so tight and she felt so good wrapped around him. - SEX IN HIGH HEELS

Candyshop Is Open

I began to gently suck the head, running my tongue over the ridge. I felt it pulse. I wanted more. Wrapping my hand around the base of it, I began to suck harder now. I could feel every ridge and vein, as my mouth descended over the shaft. Sliding my lips back up, I swirled my tongue around the head, again. It pulsed harder. Traveling back down that hard cock, I relaxed my throat muscle to get it deeper. - Eros Painter

The First Time

The first time her skin had touched his own the texture of the world had changed, grown warmer but also more expansive. He had felt permeable then; he had seeped into everything and everything into him. – Lydia Millet, Oh Pure and Radiant Heart

You Torment Me

Fingers curled into the table. Hips trying to lift upwards. He was teasing her. He took his cock in hand and rubbed it over her. Letting her feel the heat of his dripping cock, loving how their juices mixed. Hhis other hand spreading those thighs wider for him. Such beauty and it was his. Slowly he slid the head of his cock down along her slit, slowly working her body open. Pressing the head just inside. She was burning with desire, it took everything he had not to shove himself into her. To forcibly take her and rape her willing body. He looked up at her face to see the intense pleasure. His name was whimpered on her lips as she begged to be fucked. Such a good little girl she was. Hips slowly rocked, but only teasing her. Only giving her that little bit of him. He reached down and dragged his nail over her clit. Her body jerked upwards. Her hands slamming down against the table. Her lust had taken over, she attempted to move her hips. To push into him to take him… He was having none of that. He merely chuckled and slapped her cunt. “Now… now, little one, I could always pull out and leave you aching” they both knew he could and would. He was her sadisitc tormentor. - Masochistic Beauty