I stand nervously in the arrivals area at the airport fixing my too red lipstick and scolding myself for being ridiculous. There is nothing to be nervous about, I tell myself, he'll be happy with you. I have the platinum blonde hair he asked for up in the high ponytail I know he loves. Red fingernails to match my lipstick. The shiny black thigh high boots I'd bought just for him and practiced walking in for weeks. And I have the dress - black, vinyl, extremely short, plunging neckline, tightly hugging every curve of my body due to the corset lacing up the entire back of it, which also prevents me from wearing any underwear. I'd bought it specifically to wear when I picked him up. I'd shown it to a couple of girlfriends beforehand and they'd all had the same reaction: You are not wearing that to the airport. Yet here I am standing in the airport, feeling conspicuous as the eyes of everyone walking past rake over me, and worried that he won't like his surprise.
The muse came through the gates smiling and greeted me with a kiss. We walked the short distance to the car, chatting about his flight while I opened the trunk and he put his bags inside. Any doubts I had about my appearance were quelled when he reached an arm around my waist and pulled me against his chest, kissing me hard as he ran his hands up the back of my thighs and under my skirt, his nail digging into the cheeks of my ass. A moment later he let me go. We got in the car. "Where do you think you're going?" he asked me when I tried to put my key in the ignition. "We aren't going anywhere yet." He pushed my knees apart and slid his hand up the dress to find my pussy already soaking wet. He pushed his fingers inside me, his thumb pressing hard on my clit while I buried my face in his neck whimpering. After not having been touched in five months, I was ready to come almost immediately, but just when I was on the brink he abruptly pulled away from me. "People," he said by way of explanation and I looked up to see a group of them walking right in front of my car. I moaned with the agony of being so close to orgasm and then having it taken away from me, but they were gone as quickly as they'd appeared and he was back inside me, expertly fucking me with his fingers as I clung to his shoulders and begged him for more. When I came for him it was all the more intense from being made to start all over again, my whole body shuddering as waves of pleasure rushed over me. "God, I missed you," I said when it was over.
He slid his fingers out of my pussy. "Good," he replied while he pushed them in my mouth for me to suck clean. When I'd finished, he kissed my mouth softly. "We can go now," he said.
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
Monday, September 28, 2009
Alone At Last - 100 Words
The door has barely closed before he is on me, pinning me against it and kissing me roughly. There is no romantic pretense - his hands go straight to my belt and then my jeans are undone and his hand is nudging my soaking panties out of his way. He fucks me with his fingers while I cling to his neck. When I come, I soak his hand and my legs give out. He catches me on his knee. I cling to him a moment panting, then I pull myself together and ask him, "Will you please take me to bed?"
Showtime - 75 Words
The mic is live, but I can be quiet when I have to be. And right now I have to be. He is softly lapping at my pussy, his eyes locked on mine. I want to push his face against my cunt. I want to throw my head back and scream his name. Instead I close my eyes and bite my finger. I must be careful to be quiet, after all, the mic is live.
Good morning - 50 Words
I wake up in his arms and lay there til I feel him stir. He is still groggy with sleep, but he pulls my legs apart and runs his fingers along my slit. He smiles. "I love that you are always wet," he says as he slides his fingers in.
First Time - 25 Words
"Do you want me to come?" he asks me. I mumble something affirmative. Moments later I am flooded with his come and my joy.
Monday, September 21, 2009
Just Out of Reach
I am splayed out on the bed. My wrists handcuffed to the headboard, my ankles cuffed and fastened to the legs, I am a big X across the bedspread, naked and exposed. He left me like this 10 minutes ago. I would be squirming but I really can't move much.
When he finally returns he stands at the foot of the bed surveying his captive. He's seen me naked so many times, but spread out so obscenely I am self-conscious under his gaze. And oh, what a gaze! He stares silently at me as he slowly unbuttons his shirt, his eyes flashing, an evil grin playing at his lips. He knows just how to fuck with my head. My thoughts race trying to guess what he's up to. He pauses a moment with his hands on his belt buckle. He knows I go crazy for him bare-chested in jeans. Looking at him leaves my pussy so soaked I feel my juices dripping down the crack of my ass. Finally, his jeans come off. His cock is rock hard, straining toward me. My arms ache with the need to stroke it, the need to run my hands up his back and pull him down to me. The handcuffs dig into my wrists as I strain against them.
"What do you want?" he asks. It is a command as much as a question.
"Your cock," I reply.
"What about it?" He is not about to allow such a vague answer to suffice.
"I want your cock inside me. I want you to fuck me with it."
"This cock?" he asks, slowly stroking it.
"Yes, that cock. Your cock. I need you to fuck me with your cock. Please."
He doesn't answer this. Instead he kneels on the bed between my legs, still stroking his cock, faster now, and watches me. He is so close I can feel the hair on his arm brushing my thigh. But he doesn't touch me. At all. Not even a tease. He simply kneels there, jerking off just out of my reach. I can't stand it. I am fighting hard now against my restraints trying to move a leg enough to brush up against him or to push myself low enough to to rub my pussy on the head of his cock, but I am bound to tightly for that. My cunt aches to be filled. I need his cock inside me. I need to come. I beg him, plead with him to please fuck me, please, at least finger fuck me, at least rub my clit, anything. He ignores all of it. I have spent myself trying to get out of my shackles and I finally fall back limply, closing my eyes in frustration and exhaustion. This gets a reaction. "No," he says sharply. "Open your eyes and look at me. You are going to watch me. You are going to watch me until I come." I do as I am told. It is agony. Out of sheer frustration I find the strength to pull once more against my restraints. My arms and legs are burning with the effort. I am sure if I can just touch him, just brush up against him a little, that he will give in and fuck me and end my misery, but once again my efforts are futile. I need to come so much it hurts and I say so. It's more than I can take, I tell him, you have to do this for me. You have to. When I hear his breathing quicken I know my pleas are too late. I watch helplessly, moaning, as his hot come shoots out onto my stomach and pussy.
He turns away from me now, getting dressed again with his back to me. When he finishes, he comes and sits on the side of the bed, leaning in close as if to kiss me. But of course he doesn't. Instead, he hovers with his lips just out of reach and whispers cruelly "Maybe next time," then gets up and walks from the room, leaving me there still bound to the bed.
When he finally returns he stands at the foot of the bed surveying his captive. He's seen me naked so many times, but spread out so obscenely I am self-conscious under his gaze. And oh, what a gaze! He stares silently at me as he slowly unbuttons his shirt, his eyes flashing, an evil grin playing at his lips. He knows just how to fuck with my head. My thoughts race trying to guess what he's up to. He pauses a moment with his hands on his belt buckle. He knows I go crazy for him bare-chested in jeans. Looking at him leaves my pussy so soaked I feel my juices dripping down the crack of my ass. Finally, his jeans come off. His cock is rock hard, straining toward me. My arms ache with the need to stroke it, the need to run my hands up his back and pull him down to me. The handcuffs dig into my wrists as I strain against them.
"What do you want?" he asks. It is a command as much as a question.
"Your cock," I reply.
"What about it?" He is not about to allow such a vague answer to suffice.
"I want your cock inside me. I want you to fuck me with it."
"This cock?" he asks, slowly stroking it.
"Yes, that cock. Your cock. I need you to fuck me with your cock. Please."
He doesn't answer this. Instead he kneels on the bed between my legs, still stroking his cock, faster now, and watches me. He is so close I can feel the hair on his arm brushing my thigh. But he doesn't touch me. At all. Not even a tease. He simply kneels there, jerking off just out of my reach. I can't stand it. I am fighting hard now against my restraints trying to move a leg enough to brush up against him or to push myself low enough to to rub my pussy on the head of his cock, but I am bound to tightly for that. My cunt aches to be filled. I need his cock inside me. I need to come. I beg him, plead with him to please fuck me, please, at least finger fuck me, at least rub my clit, anything. He ignores all of it. I have spent myself trying to get out of my shackles and I finally fall back limply, closing my eyes in frustration and exhaustion. This gets a reaction. "No," he says sharply. "Open your eyes and look at me. You are going to watch me. You are going to watch me until I come." I do as I am told. It is agony. Out of sheer frustration I find the strength to pull once more against my restraints. My arms and legs are burning with the effort. I am sure if I can just touch him, just brush up against him a little, that he will give in and fuck me and end my misery, but once again my efforts are futile. I need to come so much it hurts and I say so. It's more than I can take, I tell him, you have to do this for me. You have to. When I hear his breathing quicken I know my pleas are too late. I watch helplessly, moaning, as his hot come shoots out onto my stomach and pussy.
He turns away from me now, getting dressed again with his back to me. When he finishes, he comes and sits on the side of the bed, leaning in close as if to kiss me. But of course he doesn't. Instead, he hovers with his lips just out of reach and whispers cruelly "Maybe next time," then gets up and walks from the room, leaving me there still bound to the bed.
Thursday, August 27, 2009
How To Answer The Door
I am waiting for you.
On my knees, naked, just inside the door, hands clasped behind my back, eyes closed, mouth open - exactly as you instructed. I am waiting for you. I can hear you coming up the stairs, outside the door, your keys jingling...or is that your belt buckle? It must have been both because I hear the door open and an instant later my open mouth is full of cock. Of course I was expecting it, but not quite as fast as that and I choke a little at first until I get my bearings. You grip me by the hair and force my mouth all the way down, abusing my throat. I open my eyes just a little, not enough for you to see, and notice the ring of my red lipstick around the base of your cock.
Suddenly you let go of my hair and shove me backward roughly by the shoulders. My eyes snap open and I see you kneel in front of me, grabbing me by the thighs pulling my hips toward you as you bury your cock in my soaking wet pussy. I reach up to pull you down to me but you slap my hand away - I let it fall to my chest instead and start to twist and pinch my nipple. You fuck me savagely, grinding my ass and shoulders into the carpet, harder and faster until I am about to explode. I reach up again. This time you let me pull you down on top of me and I come for you, screaming my orgasm into your neck and pushing you over the edge as you shoot your hot spunk deep in my pussy.
I'm too breathless to speak. You smile down at me. "Hi honey, I'm home."
On my knees, naked, just inside the door, hands clasped behind my back, eyes closed, mouth open - exactly as you instructed. I am waiting for you. I can hear you coming up the stairs, outside the door, your keys jingling...or is that your belt buckle? It must have been both because I hear the door open and an instant later my open mouth is full of cock. Of course I was expecting it, but not quite as fast as that and I choke a little at first until I get my bearings. You grip me by the hair and force my mouth all the way down, abusing my throat. I open my eyes just a little, not enough for you to see, and notice the ring of my red lipstick around the base of your cock.
Suddenly you let go of my hair and shove me backward roughly by the shoulders. My eyes snap open and I see you kneel in front of me, grabbing me by the thighs pulling my hips toward you as you bury your cock in my soaking wet pussy. I reach up to pull you down to me but you slap my hand away - I let it fall to my chest instead and start to twist and pinch my nipple. You fuck me savagely, grinding my ass and shoulders into the carpet, harder and faster until I am about to explode. I reach up again. This time you let me pull you down on top of me and I come for you, screaming my orgasm into your neck and pushing you over the edge as you shoot your hot spunk deep in my pussy.
I'm too breathless to speak. You smile down at me. "Hi honey, I'm home."
Friday, July 10, 2009
When Next We See Each Other
Part of what makes the muse so inspiring (apart from being the sexiest man I've ever met) is the delicious e-mail he sends. I woke up this morning thinking about this one from late last week (with permission):
"... The first time I come when we next see each other will be in your throat. The second will be in your ass. I want you to feel completely fucking used before I fuck your pussy. If this sounds unfair - tough. I am desperate to fuck your ass and I am going to fuck it hard. If it hurts you will just have to deal with it..."
I put my own spin on it, and after 30 minutes of furious masturbation that left me sore all morning, it occurred to me that I ought to write it down. Here it is:
**************
When Next We See Each Other
In the airport garage, I choose a spot as far from the other cars as possible, just in case. I am nervous - when I left the house to come pick you up in nothing but a trench coat and a pair of heels it had seemed like a good idea, but now that I'm surrounded by people I'm not so sure. Besides, you'll probably just assume I'm wearing a short skirt underneath it, so what's the point? I stand in the crowd waiting and pointlessly debating this with myself until you finally appear. I smile and wave as you come toward me. You see me and I watch you as you look me over and a grin slowly creeps into your face - you know. By the time you reach me I am blushing furiously.
We don't even make it out of the parking garage. As soon as we are at the car you push my back against it, using your body to pin me there. Your hand reaches up underneath my trench coat to find my bare pussy and you push two fingers in. I gasp as you start fucking me savagely, telling me I'm a filthy bitch, as only a filthy bitch would show up at the airport with nothing on but a trench coat. I'm so focused on your fingers moving inside me that I fail to notice your other hand has worked your belt loose and unbuttoned your jeans. Abruptly you remove your fingers and push them into my mouth, telling me to lick my juices off them. When I've finished you grab a fistful of my hair and roughly force me to the ground. I wince in pain from scraping my knees on the pavement, which you take advantage of to force your cock into my open mouth. I am not prepared and I gag and try to move back from you but you still have your hand wrapped in my hair and are holding my head still while you fuck my mouth. With tears running down my face I put my hands on your legs to try and steady myself and concentrate on trying to breathe. As you fuck me faster and harder my head starts drumming against the side of the car. I squeeze my eyes shut against the pain, but you tighten your grip on my hair and command me to look at you. When I do you pull your cock out and come all over my face and into my still open mouth. I lick your spunk from around my mouth while you wipe your cock in my hair. Finally you let go of me saying "Now drive" as you get in the car.
We drive home in silence. You are coldly ignoring me and looking out the window, and with the stinging of my skinned knees, my raw battered throat and my make up ruined by the trails of mascara running down my checks I am too shell shocked to speak.
At my apartment you drop your bags on the floor and consider me. "Lose the jacket, " you tell me. "The shoes stay." Obediently I unbutton the trench coat and let it drop to the floor. I stand opposite you, a naked and humiliated mess, while you look me up and down. You step toward me, taking me by the upper arm and twisting me around before shoving me face down on the bed. You grab hold of my hips and drag me back up to my knees, ass high in the air with my head and chest still pressed into the mattress. We both know what is coming, but I try to convince myself I'm wrong when you start rubbing your cock against my lips and teasing my wet pussy with the tip...but there will be no reprieve for me today, which I realize when your mercilessly push the entire length of your cock in my ass without giving me and chance to relax or adjust. I am too shocked to scream. You fuck me savagely, grinding my already burning knees into the sheets. My ass is stretched so tightly I am certain you are going to tear it. It's more than I can handle, but when I start to ask you to back off a little, you put your hand on the back of my head and push my face down into the mattress. It's a blessing really - having to fight for air takes some of my attention away from the pain. By now my legs are starting to get tired and between that and having to gasp for every breath I am too exhausted to fight you. I am helpless against you as you start to fuck me faster and faster, harder and harder, until finally I feel you tense and fill my ass with your hot come. I collapse face down into the pillows feeling used and fighting back tears. I try to hide my face from you, but you lay down beside me and carefully gather me in your arms and pull me to your chest. "My beautiful girl," you murmur as you kiss my forehead. "I've missed you so much."
"... The first time I come when we next see each other will be in your throat. The second will be in your ass. I want you to feel completely fucking used before I fuck your pussy. If this sounds unfair - tough. I am desperate to fuck your ass and I am going to fuck it hard. If it hurts you will just have to deal with it..."
I put my own spin on it, and after 30 minutes of furious masturbation that left me sore all morning, it occurred to me that I ought to write it down. Here it is:
**************
When Next We See Each Other
In the airport garage, I choose a spot as far from the other cars as possible, just in case. I am nervous - when I left the house to come pick you up in nothing but a trench coat and a pair of heels it had seemed like a good idea, but now that I'm surrounded by people I'm not so sure. Besides, you'll probably just assume I'm wearing a short skirt underneath it, so what's the point? I stand in the crowd waiting and pointlessly debating this with myself until you finally appear. I smile and wave as you come toward me. You see me and I watch you as you look me over and a grin slowly creeps into your face - you know. By the time you reach me I am blushing furiously.
We don't even make it out of the parking garage. As soon as we are at the car you push my back against it, using your body to pin me there. Your hand reaches up underneath my trench coat to find my bare pussy and you push two fingers in. I gasp as you start fucking me savagely, telling me I'm a filthy bitch, as only a filthy bitch would show up at the airport with nothing on but a trench coat. I'm so focused on your fingers moving inside me that I fail to notice your other hand has worked your belt loose and unbuttoned your jeans. Abruptly you remove your fingers and push them into my mouth, telling me to lick my juices off them. When I've finished you grab a fistful of my hair and roughly force me to the ground. I wince in pain from scraping my knees on the pavement, which you take advantage of to force your cock into my open mouth. I am not prepared and I gag and try to move back from you but you still have your hand wrapped in my hair and are holding my head still while you fuck my mouth. With tears running down my face I put my hands on your legs to try and steady myself and concentrate on trying to breathe. As you fuck me faster and harder my head starts drumming against the side of the car. I squeeze my eyes shut against the pain, but you tighten your grip on my hair and command me to look at you. When I do you pull your cock out and come all over my face and into my still open mouth. I lick your spunk from around my mouth while you wipe your cock in my hair. Finally you let go of me saying "Now drive" as you get in the car.
We drive home in silence. You are coldly ignoring me and looking out the window, and with the stinging of my skinned knees, my raw battered throat and my make up ruined by the trails of mascara running down my checks I am too shell shocked to speak.
At my apartment you drop your bags on the floor and consider me. "Lose the jacket, " you tell me. "The shoes stay." Obediently I unbutton the trench coat and let it drop to the floor. I stand opposite you, a naked and humiliated mess, while you look me up and down. You step toward me, taking me by the upper arm and twisting me around before shoving me face down on the bed. You grab hold of my hips and drag me back up to my knees, ass high in the air with my head and chest still pressed into the mattress. We both know what is coming, but I try to convince myself I'm wrong when you start rubbing your cock against my lips and teasing my wet pussy with the tip...but there will be no reprieve for me today, which I realize when your mercilessly push the entire length of your cock in my ass without giving me and chance to relax or adjust. I am too shocked to scream. You fuck me savagely, grinding my already burning knees into the sheets. My ass is stretched so tightly I am certain you are going to tear it. It's more than I can handle, but when I start to ask you to back off a little, you put your hand on the back of my head and push my face down into the mattress. It's a blessing really - having to fight for air takes some of my attention away from the pain. By now my legs are starting to get tired and between that and having to gasp for every breath I am too exhausted to fight you. I am helpless against you as you start to fuck me faster and faster, harder and harder, until finally I feel you tense and fill my ass with your hot come. I collapse face down into the pillows feeling used and fighting back tears. I try to hide my face from you, but you lay down beside me and carefully gather me in your arms and pull me to your chest. "My beautiful girl," you murmur as you kiss my forehead. "I've missed you so much."
Friday, July 3, 2009
News of the Muse
The muse has discovered that his new laptop has a built in webcam, so I went out and got one too. Stay tuned.
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
It's All In The Look
The muse had a show in the city and we went to town early so I could get my gift shopping done. I had dressed for walking - the clothes he had chosen for me to wear that evening were tucked inside my bag so I could change before the show. Later, alone in the basement of the club, I would trade my jeans and t-shirt for a leopard print dress, black seamed stockings, knee length high heel boots and a gold wrap to prevent me from freezing to death.
I emerged from the basement and saw him sitting at a table across the room talking with two other men. At the sound of the door he turned his head. I watched him as he took his creation in, slowly looking me up and down in a manner I would have called leering had it been unwelcome. His eyes gleamed his approval and my breath caught in my throat. In that moment I would have done anything, anything for the chance to walk over to him, pull his face to mine for a hard kiss on the mouth and looking into his eyes sink to my knees in front of him, pull his cock from his pants and slowly begin stroking it, eyes locked on his with my cheek resting on his thigh until finally I softly brush my lips against the tip of his cock, circle the head with my tongue and then take all of him in at once, sucking hard and with long deep strokes, not caring who saw, while he grabbed fistfuls of my hair in his hands and leaned back in his seat, watching me suck him until he finally exploded in my mouth, his hot come soothing the back of my battered throat when I swallowed it...
I would have but I couldn't, so instead, with soaked panties, I made my way over and joined the group at the table, smiling what I hoped was demurely and pretending I didn't notice the way he'd just looked at me.
I emerged from the basement and saw him sitting at a table across the room talking with two other men. At the sound of the door he turned his head. I watched him as he took his creation in, slowly looking me up and down in a manner I would have called leering had it been unwelcome. His eyes gleamed his approval and my breath caught in my throat. In that moment I would have done anything, anything for the chance to walk over to him, pull his face to mine for a hard kiss on the mouth and looking into his eyes sink to my knees in front of him, pull his cock from his pants and slowly begin stroking it, eyes locked on his with my cheek resting on his thigh until finally I softly brush my lips against the tip of his cock, circle the head with my tongue and then take all of him in at once, sucking hard and with long deep strokes, not caring who saw, while he grabbed fistfuls of my hair in his hands and leaned back in his seat, watching me suck him until he finally exploded in my mouth, his hot come soothing the back of my battered throat when I swallowed it...
I would have but I couldn't, so instead, with soaked panties, I made my way over and joined the group at the table, smiling what I hoped was demurely and pretending I didn't notice the way he'd just looked at me.
Before - 50 words
Fuck me like you hate me I messaged. If I hated you I would just ignore you he replied. I'm going to fuck you like I love you enough to nearly hurt you. I thought about this conversation the entire plane ride, wondering if he meant it, shivering in anticipation.
Sunday, June 21, 2009
Denial
Laying back on his beanbag chair I start to get impatient. He hasn't fucked me in hours. His tongue feels amazing, but I want his cock. "Please fuck me," I beg. He only takes his mouth off me long enough to say "No" and then goes back to his long, slow licking of my pussy. I sigh and wait about 30 seconds before trying again. "Please," I moan, "I really need you to fuck me right now." He digs his fingers into my hips and pulls me closer. "No," he says again and sucks my clit into his mouth. He rolls his tongue over it and nibbles at it and I start to realize that maybe I can wait.
Slap (100 words)
You are on top of me, my legs wrapped around you, squeezing your waist and urging you deeper. My eyes closed, I am concentrating on how full I feel with every thrust of your cock. I must have gotten lost in the moment because I am startled when I feel your slap across my face and hear you growl "Fuck me back". The sting races from my face all the way down my spine to my pussy. On the second slap the sensation changes from stinging to white heat. On the third one I soak your cock with my come.
Thursday, June 18, 2009
Photos From My Trip to See The Muse
In the photograph I am face down on his bed and handcuffed to the headboard. I am wearing the schoolgirl outfit he likes so much but slightly modified. The white blouse, grey skirt and pigtails in my hair are the same, but the knee socks and Mary Janes have been replaced by black seamed stockings with red bows at the ankles and black high heel shoes. With my legs spread apart you can see my ass and my pussy, waiting. What I remember when I look at this photograph is that being face down I couldn't see anything. I knew he was standing behind me looking at me and taking pictures, but I couldn't watch. When I heard him set the camera down, then loosen his belt and slide off his pants, I felt butterflies in my stomach and the adrenaline rushing through me. Anything could happen. I hadn't been told the plan. In those few seconds while he was kneeling behind me and slowing pulling my skirt up to my waist, before the first smack came down on my ass, I was wound tighter than a spring.
In the next photo I am still in the same position on the bed. Still wearing the same outfit, but now my cheeks are bright pink where he spanked me. The cord from my silver bullet vibrator is visible, but the bullet itself he has buried in my pussy, ahead of a second vibrator, green in color, that he has been fucking me with. You can also see the ring from the anal beads he's put in my ass. Those wouldn't be staying for long though, because just after he took that photo, he removed my handcuffs, flipped me over and fucked my ass (of which we also have a lovely photo). It was exquisite. It had never felt so good before and by the end I was clinging to him and begging him to come in my ass.
Ah, the muse. He is nothing if not obliging.
In the next photo I am still in the same position on the bed. Still wearing the same outfit, but now my cheeks are bright pink where he spanked me. The cord from my silver bullet vibrator is visible, but the bullet itself he has buried in my pussy, ahead of a second vibrator, green in color, that he has been fucking me with. You can also see the ring from the anal beads he's put in my ass. Those wouldn't be staying for long though, because just after he took that photo, he removed my handcuffs, flipped me over and fucked my ass (of which we also have a lovely photo). It was exquisite. It had never felt so good before and by the end I was clinging to him and begging him to come in my ass.
Ah, the muse. He is nothing if not obliging.
Friday, May 22, 2009
A Gift From The Muse
I was having a bad day at work yesterday, until a gift from my muse saved the day. It was such a lovely gift I wanted to share it with you. Here is our chat conversation (reprinted with permission):
Me: let’s talk about sex some more before i punch something and break my hand
The Muse: well i have no problem with that
have you got any requests?
me: no requests. you know i'll love anything you come up with.
The Muse: i haven't made you wet at work in a while
and i really like the idea of you touching yourself under the desk
pulling your panties to one side
and dropping your hand between your legs
i like the idea of you looking at photos of yourself
imagining that you had the vibrator with you as you caressed your clit with your fingers. squeezing it between them as they descended to your dripping labia
vertically rubbing them up and down the whole length of you, stopping only to circle around your clit...
...and pinch it
your legs widening as you lay back further in your chair
slowly pushing two fingers inside you
past the knuckles
and spreading them slightly apart inside you, rubbing the roof of your pussy the way you know I'm going to
desperately trying to suppress the sighs and moans you would naturally make
so as not to draw any attention to yourself
at the same time wishing for all the world that you would be disturbed mid flow
by me
walking up behind you and placing my hands on your breasts as i lowered myself to kiss the back of your neck
scraping my teeth along your nape as i lowered my right hand and held it over yours
gripping your hand and pushing it inside you further
until your legs widened so far
with your pussy so exposed
that two of my fingers joined yours inside you
and we both fucked you
your pussy so full you gasped
as your orgasm ripped through you
when you had calmed
we kissed deeply and you turned your chair
frantically undoing my belt and pulling my jeans down
my boxers following...
to reveal my hard cock
you kneel down in front of me, feeling the remnants of your own orgasm trickling down your legs
and in one movement
take my whole cock into your mouth
i grab you by the back of the head
and fuck your mouth so hard you nearly choke
mascara running down your cheeks as your eyes water
but i don't let go
fucking your mouth and calling you my fucking slut
your soft lips wrapped around me
your hot wet mouth desperately sucking and slurping around my shaft
until i pull your head back
take my cock into my hand
and jack off until i explode all over your face
the sting of cum in your eye
as you lick the rest from around your mouth.
I pull up my trousers and boxers
do up my belt
and leave you to finish your work
without saying a word
<3
It's like he reads my mind I tell you.
Me: let’s talk about sex some more before i punch something and break my hand
The Muse: well i have no problem with that
have you got any requests?
me: no requests. you know i'll love anything you come up with.
The Muse: i haven't made you wet at work in a while
and i really like the idea of you touching yourself under the desk
pulling your panties to one side
and dropping your hand between your legs
i like the idea of you looking at photos of yourself
imagining that you had the vibrator with you as you caressed your clit with your fingers. squeezing it between them as they descended to your dripping labia
vertically rubbing them up and down the whole length of you, stopping only to circle around your clit...
...and pinch it
your legs widening as you lay back further in your chair
slowly pushing two fingers inside you
past the knuckles
and spreading them slightly apart inside you, rubbing the roof of your pussy the way you know I'm going to
desperately trying to suppress the sighs and moans you would naturally make
so as not to draw any attention to yourself
at the same time wishing for all the world that you would be disturbed mid flow
by me
walking up behind you and placing my hands on your breasts as i lowered myself to kiss the back of your neck
scraping my teeth along your nape as i lowered my right hand and held it over yours
gripping your hand and pushing it inside you further
until your legs widened so far
with your pussy so exposed
that two of my fingers joined yours inside you
and we both fucked you
your pussy so full you gasped
as your orgasm ripped through you
when you had calmed
we kissed deeply and you turned your chair
frantically undoing my belt and pulling my jeans down
my boxers following...
to reveal my hard cock
you kneel down in front of me, feeling the remnants of your own orgasm trickling down your legs
and in one movement
take my whole cock into your mouth
i grab you by the back of the head
and fuck your mouth so hard you nearly choke
mascara running down your cheeks as your eyes water
but i don't let go
fucking your mouth and calling you my fucking slut
your soft lips wrapped around me
your hot wet mouth desperately sucking and slurping around my shaft
until i pull your head back
take my cock into my hand
and jack off until i explode all over your face
the sting of cum in your eye
as you lick the rest from around your mouth.
I pull up my trousers and boxers
do up my belt
and leave you to finish your work
without saying a word
<3
It's like he reads my mind I tell you.
Monday, May 4, 2009
A Crowded Train
A crowded train at evening rush hour. Crushed among the standing commuters, I wish I had worn more sensible shoes than the four inch stilettos I'm trying to balance on. In my short skirt and no panties a fall could cost me my dignity. There is nothing to worry about however. You reach for my waist from where you're standing behind me and steady me against your hips. Your long coat falls around me to cover my sides. I relax a little with you holding me against you - that is until I notice you are slowly inching the hem of my skirt up my backside with your fingers. Surreptitiously I reach a hand back between us to find you rock hard and straining against your jeans. My already soaking wet pussy throbs in anticipation as I slowly unzip your jeans and reach in to pull out your stiff cock. With both hands on my hips you rub your cock against my hungry lips, using the lurching train to mask your movements. You push me slightly away from you, bending me forward just enough to slip the head of your cock inside my wet hole. On the next lurch you pull me back and plunge deep inside my pussy. I dig my nails into the heels of my hands as hard as I can to keep from moaning aloud. You move so slowly inside of me to the rhythm of the rolling train - it is perfect torture. I close my eyes and will the train to go faster around the corners. A bump and I rock back against you. Another bump and I bite the inside of my cheek to keep silent as my orgasm rips through my stomach and my pussy clenches tightly around your cock. One more hard turn and I feel you explode inside of me. I feel your hot breath against my face but you don't make a sound. You hold me there for a moment, then slip out of me and carefully put yourself back together while I try to steady my shaking legs. At the next stop you wordlessly slip out from behind me and exit the train leaving me standing alone, weak-kneed and wobbling on my heels with your come slowly dripping down the inside of my thighs on a crowded train at evening rush hour.
Resurrection
At long last I've found an inspiration to resurrect the blog. My muse is amazing and the ideas are coming faster than I can get them on paper. My first new story in two years will be up in 10 minutes. I am so excited.
I've missed you my lovelies.
I've missed you my lovelies.
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