Easing

There was a point in the beginning when I caught him off guard.

Full of his cum, sweaty and spent, I crawled up him to get under his arm and snuggle into him. He held me awkwardly. His big arms wrapped and re-wrapped around me in an attempt at feeling natural.

Laughingly he said, "I don't know how to hold you".

Understandable. I'm not his wife after all. I don't come home from work to his hugs. He can't reach out to touch me whenever he needs me. I don't fall asleep listening to his heartbeat.

He is just a fuck. I am just a fuck.

Was. Were.

There was a time when he said "I don't know how to hold you".

Now, he tells me, "I don't know how to let you go".

Heat Wave

So I know this blogger. She's smart and she's sexy. She's sassy and fun. She's the first to offer her friendship and vast quantities of alcohol. She's an excellent writer and, most importantly, she's also someone I dearly want to get naked with. She is Kyra of Last Refuge Of The Lonely Housewife.

So here's the deal. She read my Fuck Me post and it just sent her into heat induced lather. She became, shall we say...worked up. The solution was easy. Every single person she came in contact with was her answer. Documented in sultry detail in a post on her blog. Her private blog. Upon reading this nastiness, and getting all worked up myself, I thought it only fair that I should share it with you. Make you as hot as she does me.

So enjoy. Give her some love.

And watch out or you may be next....

XX,

A. Secret

Heat Wave

You there. In the van.

Your sunglasses didn't do such a good job covering up your stare. You like the way my ample tits sway as I walk? Or perhaps you liked the view of the soft curve peeking through the slit at the top of my shirt? What would you do if I climbed in there and straddled you? Would you squeeze my tits and pinch my nipples as I grind against you? Would you lick and suck them while you reach between my legs?

You there. With the buzz cut in the sports car with the vanity plates.

Pull over for a minute, will you? Would it hurt your substantial ego if I straddle you and take your fuck stick for my pure pleasure? I hope it doesn't bother you that I'm not thinking of you while I ride your cock. Don't worry, it's not another man. It's just me I'm thinking of as I finger my clit and ride your cock.

You there. Across the table, with the dark shirt and gray pants.

Can you tell that smell is my wet and aching pussy? If I stand up and bend over the table, will you come up behind me and lift my skirt to fuck me from behind? No need for foreplay. I promise you'll slide right in.

You there. In the blue polyester button up and shorts delivering that mail.

Can we get a little privacy in that mail room? Have you ever had a hot fucking whore like me in there on her knees sucking your cock? No? Don't worry about that shocked look on your face. I like looking up at it when you shoot your cum across my tongue and down the back of my throat. Don't worry, I don't need anything in return. The fingers between my legs took care of all that.

You there. You two working on those trees.

Is there enough shade under them for me? I don't want to get a sunburn while we satisfy this little fantasy of mine. You with the blond hair, you're the one that will fuck me from behind. You with the dark eyes, you're the one whose cock I'm gonna suck all the while. Close your eyes if you don't want to watch each other. Doesn't matter to me. I just want you to make me your fucktoy. Or is it you two who are mine?

You there. Watching my ass as I walk away.

Go ahead. Follow me. Take me where you want to. Are you gonna spank my ass while you fuck me from behind? Or maybe that's not what you want. Maybe you want to fuck my ass? Don't let my sounds deceive you. I'm getting as much pleasure from it as I'm giving.

You there. With the long blond hair.

Have you ever been with a woman? Don't worry, I love the taste of pussy. I've just never tasted one other than my own. Don't be shy. My tongue will figure out all the right spots. And after I make you scream you'll return the favor.

You there. You young thing on the lifeguard chair.

I don't mind a bare chest. The smoothness of your muscles will feel good beneath my hands as I use them for leverage while I ride you. You've never been fucked by a woman like me, I know. Just wait until you feel the explosion between my legs around your cock. Don't worry, it won't take long.

You there. Mowing that lawn.

You look awfully sweaty. Perhaps you could use a long, cool drink? Sorry, but it's a heat wave and I'm scorching. But don't worry, I don't mind the sweat. Use it in our favor. Spread me out on that manicured lawn and climb on top of me, slip and slide across my body while you feel the source of that heat wave around your throbbing cock. Ah, there now. Don't worry, it's a momentary state. I'm insatiable.

Sorry, lover. I'm going on to my next victim. And I'm taking this heat wave along with me.

Fuck Me

Just fuck me.

Hush with your words. No more explaining or pleading or persuading. Close that sexy mouth of yours and put it to better use. I need you to stop talking. Stop teasing and stop sweet talking. Save your sentiment for another time.

Just fuck me.

You don't need to be romantic with me lover. Not today. I don't need you to be tender and I don't need your gentle touch or your puppy dog eyes. Forget the wining and dining. I'm a sure thing. You don't have to make love to me.

Just fuck me.

Don't think about tomorrow or the day after. Don't worry about things that you have no control over. Forget what came before this, and stop anticipating what's to come. Enjoy this right here, right now. Take advantage of what's in front of you.

Just fuck me.

Don't make me wait. Please don't give me excuses. I just need this one thing and I need it now. It doesn't need to be special or last very long. You don't need to impress me or teach me new tricks.

Just fuck me.

I don't need your kisses or even your caresses. Hold off on undressing and forget the foreplay. I love your fingers but they can wait. My mouth salivates for your cock but there's someplace I need it more. Don't worry about me, I'm ready.

Just fuck me.

Please. I'm begging you.

Just fuck me.

Dos

Dos years that is, for Pocket Secrets.

Happy blogversary to me!

Thought I'd celebrate by giving you a rare peek at the real A. Secret once again. The mystery is fun but sometimes you deserve some eye candy too.

Speaking of deserve, if it weren't for a few people then this blog wouldn't be what it is today.

***tapping microphone***

"Is this thing on? I'd like to thank..."

EZ Cheese, Unbroken, and Sinful for going from virtual strangers to being on my Christmas card list. Thank you for your help, friendship, daily emails, and for putting up with my ass. I love you.

Riff, Sage, Single One, Ronjazz, Quiet In The Corner, Edge, and Badside, for making me feel so desired and sexy all of the time. You are a bunch of pervs and I love it.

Kyra, Lakey, Ms. I, Marianne, L., Bad Influence Girl, Cate, and Pitseleh, for being my go-to girls. Your advice, stories, and cocktails have kept me going.

Max, for his amazing appreciation of food, drink, and women. Someday handsome, someday.

Brad, for all of his help and compliments (and he's not even trying to get into my pants!).

My readers for continuing to come back here when sometimes there isn't even anything new to read. Your comments make my day.

Lastly, and most importantly, my Loverboy. Truly, if it weren't for him none of this would even exist. Inspiration at it's finest.

Thank you ALL!

Okay pop the champagne and then let's fuck!

xx,

A. Secret

How To Save A Man From Drowning

Step 1

Try to remove the victim from the water immediately. If the person is still conscious and able to stay afloat, throw in a floating device or life preserver.

The signs were all there. The cries for help, the panic, the struggle to stay afloat. Yes, this lover of mine was most certainly drowning. Lost in life and love he begs me to save him. And I do. Who could not save a drowning man? I went to him and showed him everything he was missing. Everything that was possible. Frustrations so easily eased in the space between my thighs. Hurt so easily assuaged with my eager little mouth. I gave him passion. I gave him my flesh and my lust. I gave him his smile back. He drank me in like a man dying of thirst. Desperate gulps of my kiss and my wetness, my scent and my skin.

Step 2

If the victim is within reach, then use a long pole, stick or rope so they can have something to hold onto while you are pulling them out of the water.

It's so easy to give a hungry man nourishment. Feeding his beast with my willing little ways. Letting him have me whenever he needs me; letting him do whatever his heart and his hard on desire. To give him what he asks for. It is so natural to offer a lost man direction. Those moments in an orgasm's wake when the soul bubbles to the surface and you bear witness to truth and emotion. Support offered in kisses, sympathy, and understanding.

Step 3
If the person is too far out of reach, then try to swim out towards the person. Remember this should only be done by a good swimmer who knows some basic rescue techniques. The danger of an inexperienced person rescuing a drowning victim is the risk of being grabbed and pulled down by the victim.

In the adrenaline rush of saving a life there is no thinking, just doing. In the consuming grip of lust you ignore the slips and the signs. I hardly notice that the fuck becomes making love; when whore or slut is replaced with baby girl or darling. It's so easy to overlook the obvious, to justify his need. I am his life preserver after all. I am the one who saved him from drowning. It's natural that you'd have appreciation for the one who rescued you. It's understandable feeling that you owed them your life.

So why am I so surprised when he takes my face in his hands, meets my eyes, and tells me "I've fallen in love with you"?

Attention Whore

I've been such a bad girl. Of course, you know that. I won't even offer up my ass for swats because by now you're on to the fact that in my book that'd be considered foreplay. You see my sexies, your girl has been swallowed whole by love, lust, and work and I haven't had a chance to give Pocket Secrets here any attention. Apparently though the ever sultry Madeline has, in a recent Fleshbot. Thanks sugar!

I promise to lick your fancies soon with more tales of debauchery but in the meantime....
XX,
A. Secret

It's how it is that I always want more. That my need exceeds my patience.

As his eyes meet mine I am thinking about his mouth and what he tastes like. As he kisses me I am wondering where his hands are going to grip me next.

It's never enough when my wants are unleashed.

As his hands work their way up my dress I am wondering if he will let me taste myself on his fingers. As his fingers slip into my core I am wanting the heft of his cock in my palm.

Insatiable my desire.

As I slide to my knees before him and take his cock into my wet mouth I am wanting his wet mouth on me. As his mouth laps at me and I grind into him I can think of nothing but how I need to be filled by him.

The hunger doesn't diminish.

As he pins my ankles in his hand and plunges his cock in deep I can only think of how it will feel to fall over that edge. And when I cry out and cum onto him I am already meeting his eyes and thinking about what his mouth tastes like.

Greedy little whore that I am.

Yes This Post Is About You

I wonder....

I wonder about your kiss. Will that first kiss be hesitant and soft, or will all this pent up longing turn it into a fervent against the wall kind of crush? Will you taste like coffee, or mint, or lust? Will your hands be clutching my hips and pulling me tighter into you? Or twisted up in my hair keeping my face to yours longer?

I wonder if you'll be able to read the thoughts in my eyes. To know in that brief instant when our eyes lock that I am telling you that I want you. That I need you inside of me. Now. Will you touch me where only your words have before? Will you keep those windows to the soul open as your cockhead parts the lips of my pussy for the very first time?

I wonder what you'll smell like when I finally have you as mine. Like man I am sure. Woodsy, clean. Like leather. Or earth. Solid. Will you get goosebumps as I work my way down your body, sniffing your skin and tasting your flesh? A lick of your nipple, a nibble of your lip, a bite of your inner thigh. Good enough to eat I imagine.

I wonder what it will feel like being with you. What the stubble on your chin will feel like against my tender little places. If it will feel safe being in your hands. Comfortable being in your arms. How it will feel when we can finally have what we want. What will I feel with that first thrust of your hard cock? Will we feel like crying or laughing?

I wonder about how it will be, us together. Skin to skin, bone to bone, sex against sex. Will it be nasty? Urgent and hard? Fucking. Will you be forceful and demanding, obliging me when I growl for harder and deeper? Grinding and groaning, getting off on the finally of it all. Or will it be breakably gentle, painstakingly tender? Making love. Each movement slow and deliberate, thoughtful. Sweet release with the finally of it all.

I wonder if you know how badly I'd love the answers.

Surrender

You try so hard to give me up.

You can't stop thinking about my eager little mouth and my begging baby blues. You try to put my full tits and my dangerous curves out of your mind. Forget that I am begging for you to kiss me, to fuck me, to cum for me. It's completely out of your control. The Devil made you do it. And she's not wearing panties.

You tell yourself you'll stay away.

Yet conscience laden promises are tossed aside with the pants you can't get off fast enough. Forgive me Father for I have sinned. What mortal could resist such devious temptation, the naked flesh offered up. A veritable feast for your eyes. Last supper between my thighs. I make it oh so easy for you to be bad.

You swear each time will be your last.

Close your eyes when I lower my head into your lap. It's okay to groan when I work my tongue around the head of your rock hard cock. Call me a dirty girl for spitting on your manhood and working you with my fist. Tilt your head back and pray that you don't cum too quickly. The sin is already in motion handsome. You might as well get your monies worth out of it. After all, You are just a man, and I am just a whore.

Just one more time you say.

You'll get that itch scratched. Your rocks off. Your addiction quenched. There are so many ways you can have me, and so many things to try. Bring it baby. Show me how nasty you can get. Fuck me how you want to, where you want to, with whom you want to. Now's your chance to mark me, to claim me, to ruin me for all who come after you. Give me all you've got.

Fuck me like you're never going to see me again.

10-4

Most of the time I enjoy being sassy. Smarting off, hands on my hips, dare in my eye. Make me. Go ahead and try. We'll see about that Stud. It's not that I'm doing so to a man who'll let me get away with it. Quite the contrary actually. It's just that I enjoy what the provoking brings about. Determining just how far I can push before he goes over...and takes me with him.

There are those times though when the tone of the telling begs caution. When the look in his eyes leaves no doubt as to his seriousness. My instincts implore me to take heed. This was one of those days.

He made a simple request of me. So simple that no room was left for my protests. I was to show off to the truckers all along my route to him. I'd done it before at his request and my own needy urges. This time he wanted my panties off, my skirt too if necessary, and my legs splayed wide. He instructed me to make sure that I was giving the good old boys a good view. Whether I wanted to or not. Something in the tone of his voice had me uncharacteristically obliging.

I enjoy driving fast, always searching far ahead for the easiest path to uniterrupted speed. But not today. I had orders. I waited for the first stoplight to look over to my right and catch the eye of the driver next to me. Smiling I reach under my skirt and tug my panties down my thighs and off. That earns me a jaw drop. As I hike up my short skirt so it sits at my waist the light changes green. Your loss, the next guy's gain. At cruising speed I can get side by side, matching speed and teasing longer. My fingers go into my mouth and then down onto my clit to wetten it. Rubbing and scooching further forward into my seat, head back. I dip into myself over and over, thinking of the cock that will soon replace my fingers. I look over to my new found friends to make sure they are watching, as I do so love to be watched. Mostly though I am lost in the throbbing, lost in the lust, lost in the exhibitionism.

Which is why it took me much longer than necessary to notice that his car was in my rear view mirror.

He was not waiting for me at the end of my journey but rather following along behind me. I stifled a scream and panicked for an instant. So used to my defiance was he that he took it upon himself to make sure I was doing as he asked. As he'd told. For miles he'd followed me, oblivious, slutty me, enjoying the show I was putting on while he too watched. He'd noted the stares, the big rigs honks, and sudden brake lights. He'd watched these men drool, watched me tease them, and relished in the fact that he'd very soon have his hands on the thing these men were only jerking off to later.

And with each reaction I'd received I was unknowingly earning good girl points in his book.

Some days it pays to behave.

Relief

It began...

when I opened my eyes to first morning light. My hand was resting lightly between my legs and I could feel the ache of lust and the wetness underneath my fingers. First one finger, and then two, gently sliding within. My thoughts flood with images; a toy inserted, his finger slipping in my tighter hole as my toes curl, his tongue tracing the hollow of my hipbone. The need for release is unbearable.

It continued...

when I got to work and read his words. Nasty, filthy, fuck words. Scenes of past and future laid out before me in vivid detail. Building me up, pulling me under, possessing my mind. How much he enjoyed watching me play with myself in the back seat of my car recently. Skirt hiked up my hips and thigh high covered legs bent in such a way to offer the voyeur the view. Describing how I look with my throatful of his cock, curtain of long blond hair in the sunlight, licking cum covered lips.

It ended...

when I found myself leaning against the wall of my work bathroom. Little black dress jacked up, stiletto stance wide, flimsy hot pink panties stretched mid thigh. Head back, eyes closed, fingers playing and strumming. So wet am I that my honey coats my knuckles, and slicks the inside of my thigh. Images and fantasies flash through my mind, each taking me closer to that edge, pushing me along. Dirty, raunchy thoughts. Taboo thoughts. Things a good girl shouldn't be envisioning. But when I open my eyes and catch sight of myself...hot pink and black, nails raking my skin, legs splayed wide...it's a nastier and naughtier image than I could dream up and I cum. Hard. Just like that. Thrown over the edge so haphazardly that a laugh follows the release of my breath.

Maybe now I can get something done.

"How Did You Know"

There is a man in my life. He's not the usual man, though very much in my usual life. He was witness to the last post of mine and it drew him out. He wondered how I knew. I said in my post to tell me, and he did. He's shy and reserved by nature so he poured out his desire in an email. I like it so much I thought I'd share. Of course, I also love him and want to fuck him....both in more ways than one.

Give him some love, won't you?

XX,

A. Secret

I am laying in my motel room wishing it was warm outside so I could walk on the bluffs overlooking the ocean. The TV is on, some dribble, when I hear the door click as if someone is trying to enter my room. I am torn between outrage and embarrassment (the actress on TV playing the wife has on a tight sweater and has a luscious ass, I have intermittently been rubbing my cock thru my bvd's and am semi erect.) As I start up, the door swings open, and there you are...

I am dumbfounded. How did you know I was here? Why are you here? Are you alone? I quickly glance thru the open door. You see me in utter chaos and you laugh as you push the door closed behind you with your foot. I sit on the edge of the bed and you barely look away from my eyes as you push my briefcase off the table, it falls to the floor as you place your overnight bag in its place. I have to smile back, and start to chuckle.

I stand to meet you and we stare into each others eyes. We silently move together and lightly kiss. My hands capture your face and I pull your face back, then we kiss harder and my hands fall to your ass as I pull you in as tight as I can. You push me away and throw your dress over your head. I grab you and spin you around, then push you backwards onto the bed. I quickly remove your panties and lower myself to my knees, grab you by your hips and pull your pussy to my mouth. Oohh you taste so sweet. You groan, I lick you and nibble you...

I can't take it. I stand up and rip off my bvds, I am shaking with anticipation. My cock is throbbing, it is so stiff it feels like it's going to burst. I enter you with a thrust, wanting to be gentle but not able to hold myself back. I grab you under your calves and push in as far as I can go. You yell out "haa haa" with a giant smile. We thrust and push until we are breathing so hard, sweat is running. I drop your legs and fall on to you, I yank your bra down off your breasts and suck and lick, both one then the other. I am breathing better and still throbbing, wanting, you are squirming, wanting.

Once again I stand up. I put your heels on my shoulders, and slowly push, push, push into your beautiful ass. You close your eyes and tilt your head, and I am in, working back and forth. I reach down with my left hand and pull your pussy up and spread it out, with my right I use three fingers to gather and fiddle your clit as I push deep into you with my cock. You start to shudder and as your breath catches, I pull out of you and spray my cum over your stomach and pussy as I watch you arch your back in a heaving orgasm......

xxoo

I know

I know what you do.

I know you touch yourself when you read my words. You race through the sentences quickly at first, skimming, searching for the point that will make you sigh. You languish in that place. Your thoughts wrapping themselves around the picture I have painted, just as your fingers wrap around your sex.

I know there are certain words that are a jolt to your gut. Dirty little spunk words that trip off the tongue. Words like wet and cunt, mouth and cum, ass and take. But it's the phrases that spill from my lips that make you ache with lust. That make you want. "Cum for me baby", begged with eager eyes. "Give it to me harder", pleaded urgently. "Fuck my ass lover", said as I look over my shoulder at you with big blue eyes. Those are the things that make you reach down between your legs and touch that throb.

I know you close your eyes and imagine yourself there. Your fingertips gliding over and around all of my secret places. Our kiss, so tentative at first, so hesitant, but hunger overriding. My wet and eager mouth on you, working you into a lather. How heavy my hair feels in your hands. What my pussy must taste like on your tongue. Picturing all of these naughty things, these sights and these sounds makes you crave that release.

I know you have me on all fours, and on my knees. I know you have me in your lap grinding, and head to toe lapping at each other. I know we make love under clouds of covers, and fuck bent over the hood of a parked car. I know sometimes it is just you and I, and other times it is a tangle of others with us. I know you love me in lace and ribbon, and lust me in mesh and leather. I know sometimes it is slow and sweet, and other times it is rough and raunchy. I know it's always a pleasure.

I know what you do.

But I love when you tell me anyway.

Voracious

Now, I am battered and bruised. Tore up. I'm limping along, licking my wounds. Putting myself back together and smoothing down the frayed ends. Taking stock and inventory, accessing the damage. Mentally reprimanding myself for always needing the rush of going beyond what's expected.

I pushed and provoked and back talked my way right into what I deserved. Spoiled little girl stomping her feet and demanding to have it her way. My hands on my hips, the dare in my eye. Give it to me good, give it to me hard, give it to me fast, and give it to me fierce. No being careful with my wishes. No sugar coating my sass with a smile.

Now, I am sore and stretched. Aching and tender. Every movement reminds me that I was fucked exactly as I asked to be. My face is reddened from his slap. Punishment for not answering him when he asked whose whore I was. My nipples raw from the bite of his teeth. There are five pea sized bruises on my hip where his fingers dug in to stop my squirming. Sitting is difficult. Whether from his stinging slaps or his fucking of my ass, I am not sure.

But don't go thinking he came away the clear winner of our fuck. Silly to assume I went down without a fight. What fun would there be in making it easy for him. Why give when it's so much more thrilling to make him take. His collarbone possesses the marks of my teeth. His back is crisscrossed with the rake of my nails. His shirt may be missing a button. And surely his own ass might be tender after the invasion of my finger while I sucked his cock.

So while I may be humbled and hobbling, I most certainly am not defeated. While I may need a moment to regain my balance and to collect myself, I most definitely am not down for the count. As I have told you over and over, it is never enough for me. I always want more. There's no keeping a greedy girl down.

So who's next?

Give & Take

I want to be blindfolded. Take away my ability to know what is coming next. To prepare for that which is about to happen. Make me wet wondering what you are doing and ache to know where you will touch me next.

Don't tie me up. I can't stand not being able to touch, to take. I can't give you that kind of control. I need to be able to move and to grind. I need my hands free to explore your body and my legs free to wrap around you.

Give me another woman to taste. Let me know the softness of her kiss and the slope of her curves. Let her lap up my honey while I stroke her silky hair. Watch as our legs intertwine and hips sway to the slow dance of lust.

Give me another man to fuck. Push me on all fours and take me from behind as I take his cock into my mouth. Wonder which cock I am enjoying more. Let him pin me down while you have your way with me. Switch up and see how much I can take.

Don't fall in love with me. Fall in love with being with me. Enjoy the time, crave the connection. The sex can be slow and tender. Thoughtful and sugar sweet. The laughter and easy conversation part of the whole. My legs in your lap and my heart in your hands.

I want to spend time with you. Locked away from the world and the cares. To do naughty things in corners and on counters. To walk around naked and bare and fuck as I please. Wake me up with your hard cock demanding attention. Let me bring you breakfast in bed.

Take me to lakes where I can strip down and dive in. Take me to mountains where I can climb to the top after I've climbed into you. Take me to parties and show me off to your friends. Take me home. Take me to bed. Let me take you to heaven.

Take control of me. Give me your trust and I will give you my submission. Orchestrate with confidence. I want you to tell me. Tell me in a whisper or tell me in a growl. I don't want choices. I don't want you to hesitate. Know what I need. Give me what you've got.

Give me a chance to strip for you. A chair in the middle of the room and slinky, sultry, songs. Clothing removed layer by layer revealing straps and satin and silk. My ass rubbing against your crotch and your hands full of my tits. Skin and soul exposed and offered up.

Give me.

Take from me.

I want....you.

A Picture Is Worth A Thousand Words....

A repost. Because I am feeling lazy. So spank me. XX, A. Secret

What would you see if you were the one following me around? What moments in time would you capture with that camera around your neck? What would you watch me doing and what would you hear me saying?

You might wonder where I am going as you follow behind me in your car. You'd wonder why I was driving so fast, not knowing that the speed thrills me and that I can't get to him fast enough.

Maybe your camera would capture me in his arms, his hands holding my face, his mouth devouring mine. Each click of your lens coinciding with the moans that escape my throat.

Perhaps you'd peer thru the window and see me asking him to sit on the edge of the bed. Both of you watching as I slowly peel away my clothes and stand before him in nothing but black stilleto heels. Maybe you'd see me reach up and undo my hair and watch it fall heavy to the middle of my back.

I know you'd want to reach out and touch me just as he does, trailing his finger down from my mouth, around each nipple, slowly, till it settles into my velvet wetness. You might remember to snap a picture as he pulls me forward and his mouth adds to that wetness, me grabbing fistfuls of his hair to keep from swaying on my feet. Would you capture the look on my face as he makes me cum?

Would you move to a different window to get a better view of him laying me back on the bed and working his mouth down my body? Do you reach down and touch yourself as he turns me onto my stomach so he can lay on top of me and slide his cock between my legs? Perhaps you'd groan as you see me grabbing fistfuls of the bedspread in my fingers.

I know you'd lean in closer when he pulls me up onto my knees so that he can fuck me deeper. You'd watch as his fingers dig into my hips and his cock slams repeatedly into me. Would you press your ear to the wall so you can hear me cry out when he pulls out of my cunt and slides his cock deep into my ass? I imagine it would be hard to remember what you were there for, not to cum yourself, when he spills his load onto the small of my back.

Don't forget why. Record the lust.I need to see it to believe it myself.

Fuck Me Hard

I find myself in a dangerous mood. The kind of mood where I'll push limits just for the rush of it. If I were a junkie I'd be in the seedy part of town by now, jonsing for my fix. If I weren't such a professional girl I'd be in a dark bar right now, drinking whiskey with the regulars at 10am and squinting into the light each time someone opens the door. I'd happily climb on stage at the local topless bar and grind my tits and shake my ass for a few bucks. Give me an open stretch of highway and a dangerously fast car. Loud music and too high heels. The tables at Vegas are calling my name.

I have a need right now. A need to be fucked hard. Save your tenderness for your sweetheart. Are you up for fierce fucking me? I'm such a bad little girl. Put me in a corner and punish me for being naughty. Fuck me dirty. Fuck me raw. Pull me apart like a wishbone until my hips crack and I cry out. Leave your handprint on my ass, or better yet my cheek. Make me flinch Stud. Clench my long hair in your fist, close to my scalp where it gives you the most control. Gag me with your cock so that my eyes well up and my mascara runs. Make it hurt. When I leave you I want to be sore and ravaged, your cum filling all of my holes.

Indeed a dangerous mood I'm in.

Now if you'll excuse me....I have a date with the Devil.

Pussy

He says I'm like a cat.

A pussy in heat. Turning on all those big tomcats with a flick of my tail.

The way I purr when he strokes me. His big hands running down my body making me lean into him.

The way I am independant and able to take care of myself. One minute there for his affection, needing him so desperately, the next minute strolling off full and sated with nary a look back.

Feline in the way I crawl up his naked body. Rubbing against his legs, grinding against his form. My claws raking his back and my teeth biting his collarbone.

The way my back arches high at that first plunge of his cock. The deep growl that escapes my throat when I cum for him.

A hungry little pussy crawling into his lap. Or lapping up his cream.

I think he might be right about this kitty.

Meoooww.

Calling

It comes to be when I am on my back and he is balls deep inside my cunt. The sudden and intense desire to taste myself on him. Please, I beg. Now, I plead. As you wish greedy girl.

He withdraws his pussy-drenched cock and moves up and to the side of me. My jaw is slack and my mouth is open. My greedy gaze is locked on the thing I desire most. When I move my head closer to him, closing the gap between us, he realizes his mistake. He's given into me too easily and the power has shifted. My eagerness has betrayed me.

Which is the moment he presses the palm of his hand flat against the side of my face, pinning my head down. Control rearranged. He wields his advantage with a smirk. His hard cock bobs so close to my face that I smell the musk of our sex on him, and feel the heat of my depths.

Still holding my head down firmly, he wraps his free hand around his stiffness and begins to firmly stroke up and down. I squirm to break free of his hold and take what is rightly mine. My hands search out a hold and my hips twist for leverage. His hand pushes more firmly down on my head. When my struggle proves futile I resort to begging. Please. Please give me your cock. I want you in my mouth. My eyes shift up, pleadingly. Mouth open and eager. Tongue out and waiting.

I am rewarded with the heavy thumps of his cock against my cheek. Smack smack smack. Against my lips. Thwack thwack thwack. Against my outstretched tongue. Tap tap tap. My mouth is as eager and wet as my cunt. The very wetness I can now taste on him.

Without pause he plunges his cock into my willing throat. Before I can exhale it is withdrawn. I'm left desperate and hungry, mouth open and searching. Such a good little slut, he purrs. Give me what I want, I growl.

Mercy is granted and his cock is slid slowly back into my mouth. My relief escapes as a muffled moan. He continues to hold my head still as he moves in and out to the rhythm he prefers. My throat relaxes and he pushes in further and deeper. I am blissed out and wanting to swallow him whole. My entire body melts and I know that I'd be happy to stay this way forever. Nourished by the feeding of his cock. I am so content and fulfilled that it occurs to me that perhaps this is the very thing I was born to do.

A cockwhore through and through.

A Special Friend

I know what you want. You want me to write and tell you how it was after all of this time. You want to know what he said and what I said. You want to make sure that we were careful and discreet. You want to make sure that I am okay with the inevitable emotions tangled up in two decades worth of friendship and fucking. That I am steel willed enough to not melt when he tells me that he loves me, that I am his soul mate, and that we are meant to be together. You want to hear how he never took his eyes off me as we made love. How our bodies, even after all this time apart, remembered just how to move and how to fit. How his slow and steady grind made me cum so easily. I know you want me to write and tell you that an old lover has become a new lover once again.

And you over there. I know exactly what you want to hear. You want the dirty, nasty details. You'd like the part where he came up behind me and ran his hands down over my tits and into the waistband of my skirt. How wet I was before his fingers even slipped inside my panties. You'd like me to write and tell you how my mouth couldn't wait to wrap around his cock after all these years. How much I longed to please him, to show him what he'd been missing all of this time. Surely you'd like to know that I ached for him to fuck me, and that the feeling was mutual. That line in the sand was forever erased as once again he slid his cock where it belongs. You'd want me describe how he pinned my ankles and bit my lower lip. Or about how I ground my pussy onto his face as he lapped me up and made me writhe in pleasure. You'd want to hear all of this. How much of a whore I really am.

Then again maybe I am all wrong. Maybe you don't want to hear any of this.

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.