Blue Sky

I remember the sky being so blue as we looked out the hotel window. Everything was so clear and crisp as I watched her sitting on the window ledge in a robe taking a long drag on her cigarette.

We had been fucking on the bathroom floor when our room service interrupted. Afterwards, we moved to the bed and fucked until we exhausted ourselves. As we stared out the window high over the city we spoke in whispers and of the future.

It thrilled us to go to hotel rooms and fuck — we never made love, we just fucked. Our love affair for hotel rooms began with our second date when we thought it would be a wonderful idea to buy an expensive bottle of wine, get a hotel room, and see where it would lead us. In the morning, the bottle of wine was half finished and we realized, as she liked to say, “We fit perfectly”.

We fucked all over the city until one day she told me she’d met someone and had fallen in love. She asked if I wanted to fuck one last time for old time sake — I told her I couldn’t. My smile must have been strained as I gave her a long hug, said goodbye, and walked away.

She said nothing as she let me go. 

What really makes her wet.

Her pussy only gets really wet when she chokes on my cock; she positions to take all of it. I fuck her mouth like its her cunt and when I pull out, she chokes and asks for more.

 I hold my cum because I want her cunt and when I pull out, knowingly she whispers about wanting to be fucked and shifs to spread her legs. I spreed her legs even wider and position my cock to  mount her and she takes me with a moan of excitement. We haven’t fucked for a week.

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“What do you think about it so far?”

Simone leaned in over my shoulder and scanned the screen. “Well, there are some spelling mistakes and typos. Are you writing about last night?”

“I am”.

I say it with a smile and a hint of bravado as I turn to look at her. “I’m just getting something down and I will go back and fix it. Other than that, am I capturing the mood?”

“Well, I think you need to either use pussy or cunt; you need to stick with one or the other — personally I like pussy.”

“I wanted to use cunt to show how horny and wild I was for you”, I interrupted.

Simone looked at me and shook her head slightly and continued.

“I would also suggest that I can swallow your cock easily and there are no choking sounds but rather sounds of satisfaction; I love your cock baby, but it isn’t that big”.

She laughed and kissed me on the top of the head as I turned back to the screen.

“Oh don’t pout”, she said with a smile in her voice. “Besides, I think you need to do a little more research because sucking on your cock isn’t the only way I get really wet. Unless all this is really just an ego boost.”

I started to laugh and turned back from the screen to look at her. Simone had her hair up and was wearing what she calls her morning clothes — gray track pants and a faded pink t-shirt promoting Girl Power. She looked either cold or slightly excited with our conversation. Before I could say anything, she pulled down her track pants and stepped out of them and stood there looking at me. She had recently decided to let her pubic hair grow out and it made her seem a little feral.

“Don’t get up yet. I think you need to do some more research so this is what I have in mind. I’m going to go into the bedroom and insert that beautiful silver butt plug you got me and lay on the bed with my pussy open for you. Give me ten minutes and then I want you between my legs sucking on my clit until I say stop. We will just see how wet I get”.

She smiled, gracefully pivoted, and walked towards the bedroom.

Almost to myself, I said, “Nice ass.”

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The desire of taking or being taken…

Black leather garters overlay a laced corset and cling to smooth curves that hold up black stockings at the thigh; contoured legs are accented by the strap at the top of her heels. She isn’t wearing panties and her white skin is a dramatic contrast to the leather and silk. She is shaven and her slit is centred between the two front straps of the garter as a result of one leg in front of the other.

The opposite page is of a woman in full leather — a plain and heavy corset overlaying a patent leather catsuit is the centre of the photograph. Leather gloves hold both a flogger and leather whip with the tails, the thong and fall tangled in front of her. The light shines off the leather creating a contrast of black and white.

Two photographs found in a photoworks collection I recently found tucked away in a box.

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“I think it’s just because you like leather.”

“That may be true, but I also see them as the two sides of the desire coin.”

“How so?”, Simone asked as she motioned to look at the book of photographs again.

“Well, I think we have a desire for taking or being taken and the two photos dramatically represent each of those desires. Of course, they are the extremes, and like everything, it’s a spectrum but we all desire it.

Simone was intently flipping through the book and smiled as she turned it to show me a man and a woman fucking. “Look Honey, they were fucking back in the 1800s.”

Laughing, I said, “Yes, I’ve heard we’ve been fucking for a very long time.”

Simone flipped through the photoworks collection a little longer and then rested the book on her lap and looked at me with sparkling eyes.

“So which do you desire; to take or be taken?”

 I met her gaze and simply said, “Both, like I said.”

“Well, now I want to go shopping, and depending on what we find, tonight we’ll have to explore which desire it really is.”

Placing the book on the table, Simone stood knowing.

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Image and inspiration by Gunter Blum

A lazy day on the beach…

The sun was warm, and we lay partially on a blanket spread out on the sand; my head rested on Simone’s stomach while she lazily caressed my hair. We whispered about the night before — a wonderful dinner and skinny dipping in the hotel pool. She giggled and fawned over how the thought of fucking me made her do crazy things. Our passionate kisses in the pool were interrupted by others with the same idea, so we ended up fucking back in our room, although she did pull off my towel in the elevator and suck my cock whispering of things to come.

The breeze was cooling, and even with the warm sun, we shifted our bodies to search out each other’s heat. We spent the afternoon shifting, whispering, and laughing quietly. Occasionally Simone would discretely move her hand to caress my cock through my swim trunks and wondered out loud how long I could last. I think she did it more as an invitation for me to do the same. This was Simone’s favorite beach game because she would cum at least once, albeit quietly.

We lamented about tomorrow being our last day and agreed to get up extra early to watch the sun rise and fuck on the beach. We kissed softly as we agreed it was time to think of dinner.

As Simone gently pushed me away and got up, she began to brush the sand off her thighs. Stopping, as if considering something, she pulled her bikini bottom away from her skin exposing dramatically white skin. She went back to brushing the sand away pouting slightly.

She motioned for her floppy beach hat.

Standing, I put it on her head, and we hugged for a long time searching out each other’s heat. I whispered that I wanted to get a better look at her tan lines, and she laughed out loud.

We gathered up our things and headed back to the room.

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image — marvin meyer unsplash

The art of a seduction…

She let me fuck her but when I asked to taste her pussy, she said no. She said she gets too sensitive and would end up kicking me in the head. I think she was surprised how hard I made her cum. I can still feel her nails dig into my back and remember how her moans quickened until she came. I fucked her twice that night.

I think we only fucked one other time after that, but we stayed friends a very long time. We would dance around the idea of fucking again over the years, although never did. She was genuinely hurt when I suggested it would never happen again.

She had been quick to say at one time she couldn’t make herself cum and needed strange fingers between her legs. Years later, she mentioned the toy I had gotten her as part of the seduction, and she told me she used it regularly when she couldn’t seduce a man’s fingers or cock to do the job. She said it was still in a drawer somewhere. We would talk like this when we saw each other; openly familiar and sexually charged just waiting for the other to say yes.

I haven’t seen her in a while, and I suspect our seduction has finally come to an end. The realization there is no possibility of fucking one last time has let us drift.

I still wonder how her pussy would taste. I may just have to ask her the next time.