Fucking is so much more…
I bite and scratch with desire and wanting — demanding to be satisfied.
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.
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maybe I am ready…
There is a child-like enjoyment when she plays with my cock. She intently strokes me, and as I start to build, she whispers not to cum and stops. She runs a gloved finger lightly along the ridge of my shaft and is delighted as my cock reacts.
She likes the feel of my cock through latex.
She squirts lube into her cupped hand, and as I hardened, starts to stroke my cock. She moves the length of my shaft and circles her palm around the head; white latex glistens. When I moan quietly her eyes twinkled in the candlelight but her face suddenly becomes stern and she reminds me not to cum until she says I can.
There is a child-like enjoyment when she plays with my cock. She strokes intently and as I start to build, she whispers not to cum and stops. She runs a gloved finger lightly along the ridge of my shaft and is delighted as my cock reacts.
She tells me she will milk my prostate soon and it will make her very happy to watch me cum without touching my cock. She is quick to say I am not ready for that yet. She adds, I have so much to learn.
She pours lube over my cock and grabs it with both hands and stokes me firmly.With one hand she cups my balls and teases them down and tells me she is pleased with the colour of my cock. She coos with satisfaction as my cock jumps when latex and lube touch the head.
I tell her I need to cum but she will have none of it; not yet.
She is now stroking me lightly with a constant rhythm and telling me not to cum. I am holding back, my tongue against the roof of my mouth and my back is slightly arched off the bed. I have started to moan in sharp gasps through my nose and the sheets have become damp with sweat.
Her hand shifts to the base of my cock, and with a whisper, tells me to cum.
I am loud with my release and cum slurps repeatedly making its way down my cock to her latex covered hand. Her hand tightens and slowly moves up the shaft as I continue to cum and she plays with the head. I try to pull away because I am so sensitive but she holds me tightly.
She tells me that maybe I am ready after all.
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Back of her throat
If I am patient and let her relax and I don’t rush, my cock will feel the back of her throat. She will let me fuck her mouth deeply.
If I am patient and let her relax and I don’t rush, my cock will feel the back of her throat. She lets me fuck her mouth deeply.
She doesn’t gag and enjoys the thrusting as she plays with her cunt. When I’m in her mouth I always make her very wet and she says I always get bigger. I want to pound into her mouth, but I don’t. I wait for her cunt to do that.
Inevitably my cock leaves her mouth hard and slick with her spit. She asks me to fuck her and is silent as I enter her. She is very wet.
Her eyes are wide and stare at nothing.
I fuck her hard and eventually position her at the edge of the bed. I enter her again and fuck her until she cums quietly. She asks to taste my cock and I feel the back of her throat again. I mouth fuck her until she makes herself cum.
When I am about to cum, I pull out and spirt strands of white all over her heaving breasts.
She sighs and moves her hand to rub my cum into her breasts.
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hard nipples
I was never sure if she was delighted or ashamed about how excited she would become — maybe it was about her struggle with surrender; particularly to one who desired her.
I was never sure if she was delighted or ashamed about how excited she would become — maybe it was about her struggle to surrender; particularly to one who desired her.
Her areola were pink with tiny nipples. I would roll my tongue over them and tease them to play with me — thumb and forefinger would seduce pink flesh.
I would suck and take them between my teeth — beautiful pink nipples would harden for me. Her chest heaved as I sucked and nibbled.
Pushing my head away she looked at me — “You like the fact you can make my nipples hard, don’t you?”
I said yes and them made love to her.
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Painting my cock
“Well for one thing, you know I’m on my period and you haven’t tried to fuck me once. You know I like sex when I’m on my period, and what’s worse, I know you like it.”
“I want more intimacy”, Simone declared with a twinkle in her eye and a tone to keep me on my toes.
Knowing she already had something in mind, I couldn’t help but ask, “How so?”
“Well for one thing, you know I’m on my period and you haven’t tried to fuck me once. You know I like sex when I’m on my period, and what’s worse, I know you like it more.”
“My god I’ve been so selfish”, I say with a smile and a hint of sarcasm.
“Come on honey, let me paint your cock”, Simone whispered as she reached to undo the top button on her jeans.
She revealed practical black cotton panties and then sat on the leather couch to pull her jeans off and tossed them onto the floor. Settling back into the couch, she spread her legs slightly, and started caressing her clit through the fabric. As she found her rhythm, she closed her eyes and her lips parted slightly with her breathing.
After a few moments I pushed the table to the side, and as I watched her, removed my jeans and underwear — and started stroking my cock. She opened her eyes, smiled, and we watched each other masturbate. Slowly, without taking her eyes off my cock, she shifted and lifted her ass slightly to remove her panties and tossed them to the floor. She settled back into the couch with her legs spread wider to exposing her pussy and a small string complementing the folds.
“Go on baby; you know you want to. After that, this very wet pussy is all yours.”
After briefly considering the invitation, I knelt and reached between her legs for the string. It was a little slippery so I curled it around my finger and pulled. The tampon was deep red, and I let it dangle for a moment before I tossed it to the floor. Simone had reached down to rub her clit as I stared at her wet and open pussy, and reached for my cock.
“Let me fuck you from behind”, I said as I stood.
Simone laughed and eagerly shifted her position to all fours with her legs slightly apart and pussy inviting — I moved behind her, and before she could offer any assistance, guided my cock inside her. She groaned as I slid my cock deeper into her wet cunt. My hands fell to her hips as I thrust into her and we found our rhythm.
“Oh my god, yes. Just like that. Paint your cock baby and make me cum.”
As we thrust harder and faster, I looked down at my cock — it glistened red with her blood and her juices. I shifted my weight slightly and Simone had reached to rub her clit as we fucked. Simone’s moans filled the room as she orgasmed and then fell quiet as I started to build. I looked down at my painted cock one more time, and with a heavy groan, came. Still hard, I wrapped my arms around her waist and rested my chest on her back and we settled into each other.
Simone broke the silence with a whisper and a giggle.
“Let’s go get cleaned up, and let’s be careful this time — last time the place looked like a murder scene.”
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