Faith

His greeting has no words, only movement. I am gently pinned flat by his being and his kiss. My hands find the center of his chest and his forearms, as his find their way under my short skirt. His fingers slip into my panties, and into my wetness, and my knees go weak.

But my resolve does not.
Say my name.

So long the time in between that nothing exists between a kiss and a fuck. There is no room for additions in a house of need. It is merely the unzip of a zipper and panties moved aside. The fit of his cock in it's home. Relief in familiarity.

I am familiar.
Say my name.

He sits and I straddle. So beautiful he says and I purr. My eyelids falling heavy in lust and my head falling back, throat exposed. I continue to rock gently in his lap. He watches me lose focus as I dance closer and closer to the edge.

But everything is clear.
Say my name.

He waits until my face is in his hands, and my eyes are locked onto his. He waits until he is sure I am paying attention to his words. He waits until we've had our fill of remembering the hardness and the wetness. He waits until I believe I can wait no more.

But I believe in him.
And my name has never sounded so sweet.

Say My Name

When will it be enough for me?

If you slap me hard enough maybe I will come to my senses.
If you fuck me cruely enough maybe I will beg you to stop.
If you call me a whore enough times maybe you will begin to believe that.
If you demand that I fuck other people maybe that will ease your conscience.
If you don't let me cum maybe I will stop coming.

You didn't know you'd met your match. You've never known insatiability like mine. You weren't used to a woman needing, wanting, begging to be fucked. You didn't expect there could be someone whose dirty desires paralled yours. You couldn't imagine that there could be someone who needed your cock and not your heart.

So who is the fool? You for pushing me away or me for returning?

Perhaps it is enough.

Mas

When I have you in a headlock between my pale thighs, grinding against your tongue, will you tap out?

Because it is never enough for me Lover.

When I am kissing my knees as you thrust into me and I beg for deeper, will you wave the white flag?

Because I always want more Corazon.

When you are pounding me from behind, big hands gripping my hip bones for leverage and I plead for harder, will you throw in the towel?

Because I will never get enough of you Stud.

When you're spent and panting and I lean down to clean off your cock with my tongue, only I take you back into my mouth, will you go for gold?

Because I can go on forever King.

When we are a tangle of sweat and cum and I start trailing my fingernails over your chest and stomach, will you be up for another round?

Because you'll never wear me out Handsome.

When you have cum and are growing soft inside of me and I start rolling my hips before you've even pulled out, will you have another go?

Because I need you Darlin.

When my pretty feet are on your chest, red toes rubbing your nipples, and I start slowly petting my exposed pussy, drippy with your cum, will you admit defeat?

Because I am always up for more Sir.

When we are once again dressed and I come to you for one last kiss and I don't break away but instead rub up against your crotch, will you be able to let me go?

Because I am insatiable.

Get your rest.

You'll need it.

Afternoon Delight

He knows where she's going as she's leaving

She is headed for the cheatin' side of town

So you send me off to lunch, off to meet him, with three little words...

"Think of me"

Perhaps when I climb into his lap and his big paws slide up under my shirt and grip my waist I'll wonder if you would do the same. When his thumbs graze my hard nipples and then twist I'll imagine that they are yours. I'll wonder if you'd prefer to undress me yourself, or stand back and watch as I strip for you.

When those same hands spread my thighs and hold me down I'll moan. When his tongue flicks my clit and my back arches in pleasure I'll certainly wonder if you would enjoy lapping up my honey. When he slides in one, two, three fingers and then brings them to my mouth for me to taste perhaps you will cross my mind.

My long blond hair might be the curtain I need when I suck his cock. I might breath in his scent and think of you. Long hair tickling his muscled thighs. Perhaps you would guide me with your hand on the back of my neck, or twisted in the length of my hair. As I take him deeper and deeper into the back of my throat I might wonder how far I could take you down.

Maybe when he slides his long cock into me and begins to rock I can close my eyes and fade to you. Think about your cock, that beautiful cock. Your cock with the cum sliding out of it that I want so badly to lick. Maybe it is easier to imagine it is you fucking me when he has me on all fours and can't see my face. Easier perhaps to bite my lip as I cum to keep from calling out your name.

Maybe I'll have his cum for lunch and I'll wonder what yours tastes like. Maybe it will be soaking my panties. I might close my eyes as he pulls me in for a kiss and think of you. Possibly I will imagine what it would be like to be your lovergirl.

Perhaps as I drive back to you I will have my own three little words for you....

"As you wish"

Naughty

It's probably no surprise when I say that as a little girl I was always defiant and too sassy for my own good. Being told no only made me want it more. What was good was bad. What was bad was good. When I was five years old I climbed into the front seat of an old pick up truck and socked my bigger brother. My mother promptly pulled me out of the truck and put me over her knee for a spanking. I waited until we were all back in the car before looking her in the eye and saying "That didn't hurt". You can imagine what happened next. Once a sass always a sass.

When he asks me to come to him in little girl ponytails and I show up with my long hair down and loose surely I am pushing the limits.

When he has his hands around my throat and asks whose whore I am and I don't answer I must be challenging restraint.

When he tells me to get down on my knees and suck him off and I look him in the eye and reply "make me" surely I expect the slap across my face.

And when I look him defiantly in the eye and say "That didn't hurt" surely I deserve to be bent over his knee and spanked.

What's bad is oh so good.

The Devil Made Me Do It

So handsome, tell me...

What are you going to say to your friends when they find one of my long blond hairs on your shirt? Or when they ask why your fingers smell like pussy.

What are you going to tell your wife when she asks what those scratches are on your back? How are you going to explain to your girlfriend what my lipstick is doing on your cock?

What is your excuse for being late to work? Or why you are home so late? When the boss asks who you are talking to what will you say? Why is your shirt misbuttoned and your hair messed up?

How are you going to explain the trashy lingerie purchase or the sleazy motel receipt? What do you say when you are at dinner and you find my panties in your pocket?

What are you going to do when I show up with no panties, a smile, and come fuck me pumps and you're expected to be somewhere else?

How are you going to explain away calling out my name when you cum with her?

If I were you I'd start thinking about your excuses now.

You're going to need them.

Naked

I was given a heads up that Pocket Secrets had been reviewed by Your Girlfriend's Diary "A Thinking Man's Guide to Erotic Female Blogs" and after going to see for myself I have to say DAMN this boy did his homework. He nailed yours truly perfectly. In short, I couldn't have said it better myself. He's peeled away my layers and left me naked. Of course that is exactly the way I like to be.
XX,
A. Secret

Used

I used him.

I used him to remind me why I am here.
I used him to remind me why I do what I do.
I used him to remind me what I am.

I let him slide his fingers up into my short shorts and finger me in the wide open. I didn't hesitate when he undid those shorts and turned me around over the car and yanked them down to the ground. I let him push me down and bend me over. I didn't stop him when I heard him undo his pants or when I felt his rock hard cock brush up against my ass. I only smiled when he rammed his cock into me out there in the wide open, in front of the world going by.

I used him to remind me why I am here.
I used him to remind me why I do what I do.
I used him to remind me what I am.

The control was mine when I climbed on top of him and rocked to the rhythm I needed. I let my head fall back and I allowed myself to slip back into the role that fits me so well. I used him to take me where I belonged. I used his cock to ground me and make me remember. I didn't kiss him, didn't meet his gaze, pushed away his hands. This was for me. To remind me. I let the pleasure swell through me, riding it, remembering the reasons. And when I came it was just for me. I let it bring me back to where I need to be. I am a slut. A whore. A secret.

This is why I am here.
This is why I do what I do.
This is what I am.

Home Sweet Home

I was going to pay for what I had put him through. Pay for my luring and my poking. Pay for being Eve to his Adam. A caged man should be pitied, not provoked. Understood, not tempted. Given sympathy, not sass.

Unless, I need him to fuck me. Then quite certainly all bets are off.

I started out sweetly enough. Purring in his ear that I needed him. Rubbing up against him a moment too long. Telling him of the little string panties under my dress. He'd groan but not reach for that cage door. There are others, I'd tell him. Boys who will occupy my time, taste my kiss, fill my cunt. He smiled easily and said to have my fun. I circled his cage in contemplation and frustration. And then it dawned on me.

He is confident in his ownership. Pimp to my whore. The control over my fuck is his. I can be borrowed but not kept. Sampled but not had. Shared but not stolen. But what if another desires to stake claim. What if another is fucking my mind. And what if I am liking it.

I crouched down next to that cage of his and whispered these truths. His eyes met mine. I leaned in close enough to him to let the words of another man fill his ears. Words of possesion and control. Of my allowing it and giving in to it. And that's when he pounced. That's when I paid.

His lunge landed him squarely on top of me, heavy and growling. His hands were at my throat, or pinning my wrists. He slapped my face and my ass. He forbid me to close my eyes, forced me to acknowledge who was fucking me. He shoved my mouth onto his long cock and held me there till I pushed against him for air. He bit the inside of my tender thighs and gripped me harder if I struggled away. He called me his beauty as his fingers gripped handfuls of hair. He pierced me so deeply with his cock that I cracked and broke. He licked the sweat from my heaving chest and bent to kiss my lips. He slid two fingers into my pussy full of his cum and said my name. When I looked at him he took my swollen clit between his slick fingers and said one word. Mine.

As You Wish

So you want me to write you something. Is that it?

You want me to tell you that all I can think about is you. The way your cock looks when it is hard and throbbing, and that first clear drop of cum slides out of it. How much I want to run the pad of my thumb over that drop and bring it to my mouth to taste you. An appetizer of sorts. Tell you that tasting that drop, that lip licking drop, always makes me hunger for more. To be filled with your cum. So that it is seeping from my body and onto the floor.

Or maybe you want me to tell you that I use your voice in my head to get myself off. Your honey thick words telling me I'm yours. Telling me that I cannot cum until you permit it. Telling me in the gentlest whisper of a breath that I am your dirty nasty whore. Tell you that when I fuck myself with my own fingers that I really want them to be yours. That when I groan and buck in orgasm that it is you I am calling for.

Or perhaps you want me to write and tell you how we'd fuck. How I'd know what every inch of your skin tastes like. And how your cock feels when it hits deep inside of me and steals my breath. Describe to you the delicious pain of your thick cock sliding into my ass.

To write and tell you where we'd fuck. In front of the wide open window, hanging onto the curtains for leverage. In the shower with my tits smashed against the glass as you pound me from behind. In the hardbacked chair as you pull my head back and mark my neck with your teeth. Or in bed, with the headboard banging against the wall and my fists full of sheet.

So you want me to write you something like that?

Okay.

cupid de locke

Cupid hath pulled back his sweetheart's bow

To cast divine arrows into her soul

To grab her attention swift and quick

Or morrow the marrow of her bones be thick

With turpentine kisses and mistaken blows

See the devil may do as the devil may care

He loves none sweeter as sweeter the dare

Her mouth the mischief he doth seek

Her heart the captive of which he speaks

So note all ye lovers in love with the sound

Your world be shattered with nary a note

Of one cupids arrow under your coat

And in the land of star crossed lovers

And barren hearted wanderers

Forever lost in forsaken missives and satan's pull

We seek the unseekable and we speak the unspeakable

Our hopes dead gathering dust to dust

In faith, in compassion, and in.......lust

Smashing Pumpkins

Fleshbot

Big, wet, sweet, juicy kisses to Always Aroused Girl for Fleshboting the post below! Very XXXciting! So, who wants to celebrate with me? Just bring your naked and horny self and I'll provide everything else. RSVP within.

XX,
A. Secret

Thanks AAG!

EDITED TO ADD: Yikes! Apparently I have been asleep at the wheel. The lovely and sexy Audacia Ray reviewed me for The Naked City (Village Voice) in her article "Confessions Of A Secert Sex Life". So now I am positively glowing and so so so ready to whoop it up! Let the party begin my friends! Check it out: Confessions Of A Secret Sex Life

Ringside Seats

"They are watching you suck my cock" he said.

We are in the back seat of my car. And I don't care.

He tastes too good. And I like to be watched.

"They are staring right at us and just watching" he groans as I pull his balls into my mouth.

Because I am enjoying where I am, and what I am doing, I don't stop. I wrap my fingers around his spit wet cock and begin to move them up and back down. Base to tip. I am loving this. Loving knowing that I have an audience and they know exactly what we are doing. Loving that I am challenged even more by their blatant voyeurism.

Might as well make it worth their while.

I sit up finally and look over my shoulder at these men I am entertaining. Such the slut I must look. My long, blond hair is tangled from his pulling. My eyeliner is smudged from his hands grabbing my face. My lips are swollen where his teeth pulled in a kiss. My bra strap is down and a nipple is out. I look back at these men who are standing there watching and I smile my sly little smile. The one that says "Enjoy the show".

I straddle him then. Sit in his lap so that I am facing him. His stiff cock fills my cunt and forces the groan out of my throat. My head falls back and my eyes fall closed. And I ride him. I move my feet up onto the seat for leverage and he uses the space to grab my ass in both of his hands. Even when I am on top he still controls me. Gripping my ass and my thighs he moves me forward and back on him, up and down.

I cum with my back arched and my head back. He comes with his hands on my ass and his teeth on my collar bone.

So good it feels, and so caught up are we in the fuck, that we forget we have an audience.

Until the clapping begins.

Hurry, hurry, step right up.

Fuck Me Now

It doesn't matter where we are.

It only matters that we fuck. And now.

Give me that look and I will follow you into the alley behind the bar. Shove me against the brick wall and pin me with your kiss. Fuck me with your fingers and then fuck me with your cock. My skirt hiked up my thighs, my leg wrapped around your ass. Grunt and groan and make me scream.

When my hand snakes under the restaurant tablecloth and reaches for your zipper you know what I want. How long can I stroke you there before you follow me into the bathroom and bend me over the sink. You can watch me cum in the mirror, gripping the sink tightly with pussy slick fingers.

Pulled over to the side of the road and pulled into your lap when you can't take one more minute of trying to drive while I work your cock with my tongue and lips. Stick shift jamming into my ass just as your cock jams into my cunt. Radio blaring the song that becomes our fuck.

At the party full of friends who don't notice when we disappear simultaneously. Frantic fingers and fucking. Kissing and sucking. Your hand over my mouth when I cum to keep me from crying out your name. Straightening clothes and just fucked hair, and wiping the cum from my lips as we leave.

In the under-construction house. Christening the stairs and floors and walls for the unsuspecting homeowners. A trail of discarded clothes leading to the place where you've finally nailed me down, and nailed me. Laughter and moans echoing off the empty rooms.

It doesn't matter where we are.

It only matters that we fuck. And now.

Raw & Real

This is a repost. Because I re-live it so many times.
XX,
Your girl Secret

It's not until I am in the shower that I take inventory. Soap and hot water my salve. Leaning against the tiled wall, hair in my face hiding that rosey cheeked flush of orgasm. My hands roam, soaping the very places you have marked me...over my nipples bruised and crushed by your mouth and the twists of your fingers...over my hips where your hands gripped the bone underneath for leverage...to the small of my back rubbed raw from the floor underneath me...to the very center of your ravaging...my once tight cunt and ass now swollen and stretched from your relentess lust, tender to my touch. Touching these places, where you marked me as yours, makes me flush again as the memories of how I got them flash to me. A smile coming to my lips as the water does it's best to wash away my sins....

Rewind

A bead of sweat trickles down between my heaving chest, just as our comingled cum trickles out of my now tender pussy. The hair at the nape of my neck is wet and knotted from his sticky fingers. Breathing slows. You're good, I say. You're better he says.

When he pulls his cock from my depths I am momentarily taken aback by the vacant, empty, feeling I am left with. I protest and thrust up my hips to keep him within a second longer.

He's possesed. The wild animal unleashed and pounced. He moves me and pulls me how he wishes. I'm at his mercy and he wants it rough. I am pinned and pounded relentlessly. Who is my whore, he growls. I am, I answer. He cums, with a final, to the core, thrust.

He slows down his fucking to the point I think he's going to stop. Holding himself inside of me, still. My eyes open and he's looking right at me, watching me. He pulls all the way out and waits for my groan of disapproval. Beg, he says. Please, I say. And he slides all the way back in. The rush of relief breaks my resolve and I cry out in release.

Naked and on my knees I suck his cock, looking up at him for approval. My hair hangs over my face, over his balls, over his lap. With his big hands he gently brushes it back to improve his view. I work his shaft diligently. Eager little slut that I am.

He's removed my heels, my blouse, my skirt and my bra. Naked, save for the skimpy little fabric covering my sex. The panties he saves for last. I suck in my breath as he grabs the center of them with one hand and rips them from me. Seams and thread no match for his hunger.

He pulls me into him immediately, without a word. Lips and tongues meet urgently in greeting. Hands gripping and roaming over clothing. He breaks momentarily to appraise me head to toe. Hello beautiful, he says. Hello lover, I reply.

Looking For A Few Good Men

Are you man enough to handle me?

I need a man with mental strength. Don't take my shit. Don't take my sass. I'll push you, and poke you, and provoke you. Trust me I will. I'll keep you on your toes and make you work for it. Can you control me with a look? A single word? Do you have what it takes to keep me on that edge, to keep me guessing? Don't get soft on me. Don't rest on your laurels and let down your guard. Don't give in to me and let me have my way. Be a man.

Are you man enough to handle me?

I need a man with physical strength. Hold me down with a firm hand. It's in my nature to fight back. I won't give in easily. You have to earn it, to want it, to fucking have to have it. Push me, and pull me, and make me submit. Move me, and bend me, and make me yours. A fist in my hair, a slap to my ass, a growl in my ear. Whatever it takes. Make me and break me. Be a man.

Are you man enough to handle me?

I need a man with strength of character. Be confident and take what you want. Don't depend on me. Don't make me your be all and end all. I don't want what I can have, what is given easily. Keep your guilt and your emotions in check. Can you fuck me and not fall in love with me? That is all I ask of you. Be a man.

Are you man enough to handle me?

I will tease you and tempt you. I will say all the right things to make you fall. I will move all the right ways to make you falter. I'll trip you up and push your buttons. I will worship you, and please you, and make you realize you've never had it so good. I'll make you bad, and I'll make it worth your while. Just don't say I didn't warn you. Be a man.

Now I ask you....

Are you man enough to handle me?

It's My Blogversary!

Looks like your baby girl is growing up!

(Yes, the pics are really me. I thought maybe after a year you deserved a peek at the real A. Secret. Shhhh!)

One year ago today I was jonsin hard. I have always been full of want and I will always need but I started this blog as a way for me to be able to get out my frustrations, a place to let the passion have expression. What I wasn't expecting was to make so many friends here in Blogland. In comments and emails I am continually reminded how lucky I am to know so many of you.

I have posted 84 times now. My hit counter has jumped to over 66,000 in just six months. My profile has been viewed almost 4,000 times. I've even been Fleshbotted. It's amazing and so much fun. I owe it all to you! I love when you tell me, I love when you want me, and I love when I cum with you in mind. Thank you!

So who wants to party with me? As always, the first round is on me. Oh, and I'm quite certain birthday spankings are in order!

XX,

A. Secret

Release

I need to cum so badly.

I am unable to think of anything else.

I tell her.

"I can help you" she says.

She takes my hand and leads me into the bathroom.

Closes the door and leans me against it.

"Shhhh" she says when I start to speak.

Standing so close I can feel her heat.

I'm unsure.

She is not.

I close my eyes and give myself over.

She runs her hands over my breasts.

Thumbs grazing my nipples.

Trailing down.

Her palm flat against my stomach

Slides slowly into my jeans.

I can't help but moan.

My head falling back as her fingers find me.

So wet and slippery.

Hardly breathing in the stillness.

We stand there motionless except for her hand.

Her fingers swirling and sliding.

Running over my clit and slipping inside.

Dipping into me and taking me to that edge.

It feels so good.

So soft and so secretive.

Her fingers moving in and out of my folds.

Dipping into me and taking me to that edge.

So easily I am there for her.

So when she leans closer

And whispers into my ear

"There you go, Just like that"

"Cum for me"

I do.

I fall over that edge and let go.

Crying out with the relief of release.

Thankfully

Thank you

When I open my eyes I am alone.

My fingers inside my panties.

Drenched in my cum.

Like This

How do I want you to fuck me?

Today I want it hard. I want to be shoved and taken. I want you to take what you want and take it roughly. I need to be used. Nipples bitten. Ass slapped. Bend me and break me and make me cry out. I will squirm underneath you. Be man enough to hold me down. Make me submit. Kiss my mouth and pull my hair and don't give me a choice. Run your hands up my skirt and fill me knuckle deep. Make me beg for your cock. Make me plead for your fuck. Then pin my ankles in your hand and give me what I need. Take my breath away with each thrust of your thick shaft. Make me cry out. Make it hurt. Fuck me hard. Fuck me like you mean it. Show me how it's done. Give me what you've got.

Hard. Is how I need you to fuck me today.