Would you?

I don’t think we could call it a fetish but we both like to be spanked, and are quick to satisfy each other’s desire.

 I like the tactile sensation and the pain, and how hard my cock gets. Simone will say she likes the look of having a rosy ass and it’s worth any discomfort. When pressed, she will sheepishly admit it also makes her pussy very wet.

Simone looked up from her phone.

“Holly just texted and wants to know what we are doing tonight?”

Simone looked back at her phone before I could answer and motioned to wait. She then looked back at me with a curious look.

“She says it’s been pointed out her flogging technique needs some improvement. She is wondering, and I quote, ’Can we help a girl out’?”

My only response was to stare.

“She says she has reserved the room for a couple of hours and it’s her treat. I suppose it could be fun.”

“You are kidding right?”

“Well, it’s not like we haven’t played with her before. You did say you like her little breasts. We could let her practice and then fuck our brains out as she watches.”

“Maybe it could be fun. Ask her what time?”

With a slight smile, Simone put down her phone and looked at me. “She says nine. She also wants to know if people can watch?”

W

Making green eyes sparkle

C likes cum.

She likes the feel as it drips from her cunt; she likes the taste of it; and she loves to watch me shoot my seed onto her breasts and particularly her face. She laughs out loud as cum dribbles string-like down from her chin, and then scoops it up with a finger and licks it clean.

She affectionately calls herself a cum slut and it is a point of pride. Once at a party, she motioned me over and whispered the cum slut wanted to play. I don’t think our hosts suspected C sucked me off in their master bedroom closet as we listened to strangers fuck with urgency on their bed. C swallowed all my cum as someone walked in on them — the sounds of our indiscretion was covered up by the embarrassment of the couple.  

C had read on the internet that cum was good for the hair and asked me to cum before she had a shower and then proceeded to use it as a conditioner — she made a point of asking me to feel her hair afterwards. She never wanted me to cum too quickly because she felt it impacted the volume and she would keep me wanting for as long as possible. She was constantly pulling my balls down or simply prevented any cock play and I would always cum very hard for the agony. She would coo with pleasure.

We were shopping a while ago and told me she was going to buy a very expensive silk bra and wanted to fuck with only the bra on — I took her home right away and fucked her brains out and when I couldn’t hold it anymore, she begged me to cum all over her tits and bra. She calls it her cum bra and whenever she wears it I know the cum slut is behind those beautiful green eyes.  

She got into the habit of admiring herself with a small mirror after I’d cum — sometimes she would admire cum running down her ass onto the sheets or would closely inspect the thick white mess that clung to her face. Every so often she would get cum on the mirror, pout slightly, and then lick it off. The mirror was accidentally knocked off the bedside table one time and cracked but by then C had discovered videos of women having men cum over them and did not care that much about it. She asked me if I had ever heard of bukkake and was excited to show me what she had discovered. She would ask me to eat her pussy as she watched men cum all over a woman — her orgasms were so intense it was an effort to keep her legs apart as my tongue explored deep inside her.

I wanted to know if she ever wanted to be one of the women in the videos, and after thinking about it for a moment, she said no. She did go on to say she would love to have someone watch as I came all over her face and asked if we could do that.

I said yes, and her green eyes sparkled.

W

Voyeurism

Black and white photographs are filtered through gossamer and accompanied by words of desire which leave me wanting.

“Dreaming of you inside; tearing at me.” 

She stares into the camera with dishevelled hair and looks like desire and fucking.

“Come back and fuck me.” 

Beautiful flowers inked in black cover her back and I image full breasts with nipples hard — she invites me to reach around.

“I want you to feel me; take me to bed and feel me deeply”

Covered in shadows, I can make out long legs and black panties accented by fishnet stockings — I want to see her more clearly but cannot. I am frustrated by it and I stir.

“Fuck me hard. I want to whisper in your ear.” 

I scroll through her feed and let her images and words seduce me. I wonder what she tastes like and imagine sliding my hand between her legs.

“Touch me all over and don’t stop — ever.”

I watch from a distance — the beauty of her words and images have captivated me.

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Inspired by postedlovenotes

Fucking is so much more…

I’ve discovered short erotic poetic writing on Instagram — sometimes there are photographs and sometimes just words fill the screen. The words are always revealing, and as a voyeur, I follow and passively observe.

The words speak of desire and raw sexuality — sometimes softened photographs reveal tattoos and cleavage but nothing ever as raw as the words. Words of obsession, vulnerability, and ravaged skin fill the screen; a surrender to everything. Bold with conviction, the words speak of the unabashed proclivity for the flesh.

The words are well written — the reason I know this, is after I put the phone down, I always have a desire to fuck; sometimes it’s the author I want to taste but other times it’s the person beside me I want to pinch my harden nipples and suck on my clit. Sometimes I carry the words with me for days and when I do fuck Winston, I bite and scratch with desire and wanting — demanding to be satisfied.

The other day someone said, “Fucking is fucking” but when I look at my phone, I think to myself, “Fucking is so much more.”

I don’t even bother to explain.

S

A moment of voyeurism

Occasionally I enjoy a martini in this comfortable little bar I know and work out potential topics to write about — gin, dry, with three olives. It’s a nice place to stoke the imagination, massage creativity, and engage in interesting conversation.

It’s early and there are only a few people that have settled in with friends. I’m enjoying my martini and watch the women that, through happenstance, come into view. I write at the back of the bar and have full view of those who come in or decide to stay out on the patio — a beautiful blonde looking for a drink and a quiet place to read has just asked for a seat. I smile as I ask myself if I’d fuck her.

She likes gin she says — there is something about her voice that has me decide I’d fuck her; I image how she sounds when she cums.

Two women at the front have decided to settle the bill and come to the bar. They intensely review the bill and pay; one of them loves the bar so much she takes a picture and shows her friend as they leave. They are pretty but I decide I wouldn’t really want to fuck either of them.

A couple on the other side of the bar are seducing each other in conversation — sometimes they are loud enough to hear over the quiet music from the ceiling speakers, but more often their whispers are lost to my imagination. I imagine her sucking his cock later and then fucking him until they both cum.

The blonde is now intently reading her book — a black bra strap has fallen from her shoulder and I imagine firm breasts and nipples quietly waiting.

 I think of you for a moment; then go back to my writing.

The whispering couple is leaving — as I watch them go, I decide she probably doesn’t like to suck his cock. She will fuck him later out of a sense of obligation and most likely think of something else as she does.

The owner is now behind the bar talking to the bartender; a sure sign it’s about to get busier. Her dark hair is up in a ponytail and I think she has new glasses — I will ask when I get the chance. I go back to writing as I imagine what she tastes like. Gingerly I skewer the last olive in the glass, put it in my mouth and bite into it; I decide it’s time to find my way. I motion for the bill and am greeted with a smile.

I would definitely fuck her, even more so than the blonde who has also just asked for the check.

W