Tuesday, January 10, 2012

In the Office

What a quiet day at work.  I swear it feels like a Friday. There is nobody around.  Too bad it’s a Thursday.  I have been sitting here in front of my PC for way too many hours.  I find a small thing here and there to amuse me but it never lasts very long.  Ugh – fuck this, I am going for a stroll around the office and see if ANYTHING is going on. 



Sure enough, this place is like some sort of tomb; a nicely appointed one with plenty of wonderful art on the walls, but a tomb none the less.  I walk by one empty cubical after the next.  Every one of the offices is abandoned.  I begin to wonder if everyone else knows something I don’t.  I am about to give up hope of finding any signs of life when I come upon Melissa’s cubical. 



To my great surprise and delight she is sitting there in her chair.  I take a few moments to simply look at her.  On the most average of days she is a delightful vision.  She is tall, perhaps five feet ten inches, with long dark hair and glittering hazel eyes.  She is a statuesque woman, a beautiful face and plenty of curves.  Some may think she is too big, that she needs to loose weight.  Not me!  When ever I see her hips sway as she walks by I can’t help but see the exact places I want to grab a hold of her so that I can thrust into her over and over again.  In any case, that is how I see her on an average day.  Today is not an average day.  I have been wandering the desert of human contact and have found an oasis of such magnificence as to blind my senses.  Her lips are moist and seem to pout just a bit.  Her firm breasts press against her blouse, a slight fold starts at one of her nipples and drapes down in front of her.  As is often the case she is dressed in one of her skirt suits.  Her coat is off and hanging over the back of her chair. I am some what surprised to see the same listless look in her eyes as I know pours out from mine.



Suddenly my body is moving of its own will.  I enter her cubical and stand right beside her.  She turns and looks up at me, a friendly smile of welcome for ending her isolation.  I reach down and unzip my trousers, pulling my semi hard cock from within.  She looks at it for a moment, there just below her eye level.  Then, with a small shrug of her shoulders she reaches up and takes hold of my shaft.  Slowly she runs her hand up and down my length, bringing me quickly to full erection.  Now she firmly grasps my member as she brings it closer to her lips.  Her lips open and out snakes her tongue.  With several adept flicks she has my pulsing head covered in her sweet saliva.   Now she puts the entire purplish head between her soft red lips and gently begins to suck.  I moan so sincerely that she smiles around my cock.  Her tongue flicks out and wets more of my shaft.  I can feel my heart beating in the pulsing of my cock.  Her hand continues to pull my skin up and down the solid meat of my dick while her lips travel further down my length with each bob of her head.  Up and down my cock her lips slide, more and more of her saliva drips down to my base.  She is a woman of wonderful talent; she gives a great juicy blow.  The silent office now echoes with the juicy sounds of her sucking sex.  Faster and faster she bobs her head, taking nearly my entire length now.  I am frozen in ecstasy as I hold on to her soft brown hair and thrust my hips up to meet her oral ministrations.



Her face has always been so beautiful but never could I have been prepared for the beauty of seeing my cock between her lips and her perfectly shaped eyes looking up at me, now fogged with unadulterated lust.  I use my shaking fingers to brush the hair back from her face and then hold on to the sides of her head as she brings me close to bursting.  I feel my cock swell further as my entire groin grows scalding hot with pending eruption.  I manage to groan that I am going to cum; she purrs with muffled expression of delight.  My chest tightens and constricts my breathing as I count to three and release into her mouth.  She sucks me hard like a straw, drawing every drop of lust from my balls.  I even feel the rattle at then end as she sucks in futility for the stray liquid at the bottom.  I simply moan as I feel the warmth of satisfied bliss spread through me.  My knees give way and I collapse to the floor.  She looks down at me and smiles in smug satisfaction.  I smile back with evil plans of my own.



I guess she had decided to flaunt her feminine prowess of complete sexual control over me.  She never expected me to bend her over her desk and lift her skirt over her hips.  Still, she does not resist nor struggle as I pull the crotch of her naughty little g-string to the side.  There, displayed in front of me is the beauty of a juicy female slit.  Now I know how much she enjoyed my cock; so much so that her soft little cunt is dripping with evidence.  I lean forward and run my tongue up and down the entire length of her feminine folds.  It seems she can not help herself either for now the barren office echoes with her lustful sighs of wanton pleasure.  I continue with gentle ministrations for the moment, taking my time to explore her most private flesh.  Her taste is exquisite; I cup my mouth over her mound and let her juices pour out of my mouth.  I burry my nose into her canyon and inhale her fuck-me syrup.  My tongue curves up and down her cunt, from her engorged and pulsing clit to her puckered and pungent ass.  I stop at her clit and swirl my tongue around it, she moans to acknowledge her agreement.  Next I stop at her pussy and slip my tongue inside of her, again she grunts her yea.  Now I swirl my tongue around her tight sphincter of an ass.  She suddenly gulps her breathe in surprise but can’t help but press her dirty little hole hard against my wriggling tongue.  I pierce her tight hole and taste her pungent flavor, her moan comes from so deep inside her I swear I can hear her Australian accent.  Back and forth I work three more times and now her legs are trembling.  Her voice cries out, begging me to finish her.  I plunge two fingers into her ass and two more into her sopping pussy.  My tongue swirls her clit four more times before I bite down on the bud and make her shiver in ecstatic trembling of orgasm. 



Her breathing is rough as she tries to catch her breath.  Still she does not move as I stand and look down upon the wondrous beauty of her ass pointing up at me.  Her lips are open in a juicy display of juicy depraved lust.  My cock is once again so swollen that it pulsates in front of me.  I waste no time but simply lean forward and plunge into her sloppy cunt.  She cries out once again in surprise as I grab those marvelous hips of hers and thrust deeply into her.  By now all thought has left me and I simply live for the sensation of her juicy hole.  My cock pounds into her with such violent rhythm that the cubical walls sway and shake, precariously on the edge of collapse.  She screams out as I feel my balls once again boil forth my spastic spew of cum.  She pushes back against me for those final thrusts of hard cock that sends her over the cascading falls of orgasmic bliss.



Once done we both straighten our clothes and for a moment stand and stare into each others eyes.  She smiles at me and with that fantastic accent of her simply says “thank you, and I will see you tomorrow”.

Friday, August 12, 2011

Sex in the city - The Hotel

This is (finaly) a continuation of this story.

Boy did she tease me on the way to the hotel. I didn't care about the cabbie but she did I suppose. Still, once we were at the hotel and up in her room I was glad for her restraint. Our time together will be something for both of us to remember for a very long time. I wanted to rip off her clothes an ravish her. She is standing by the bed, waiting for me to make a move. I imagine that, after her flight and that cab ride she could use some freshening up and almost suggested it but than a rather wicked thought came to me. She had teased me so mercilessly and now it was my turn.
I walk up to her, kiss her once before turning he around. I pull her body against mine, wrapping my arms around her and pressing my bulge against her sexy ass. I begin caressing her, running my hands over luscious body, caressing her long graceful neck. I kiss her neck and ears, whispering to her about how sexy she is, about all of the ways in which I am going to take her. One hand caresses her wonderful breasts, playing with her nipples through her shirt. The other hand slides down between her legs. Even through her jeans I can feel how hot and wet she is but is my sexy Trickie hot enough for me to get her off with her clothes still on? I begin to work inherent in earnest. I caress and massage her hot pussy through
her jeans. I pinch her nipples, nibble her ear, grind my throbbing cock against her ass. Finally she begins to moan and thrust her crotch up against my hand. I can hear her moaning. Her body is shaking, her legs get weak but I hold her up. I hear her whisper "fuck me" but I tell her not yet - first I want her to cum in her panties. She moans and proteas but it is cut short. I thrust my hips against her ass and wiggle my fingers hard against her broth. She let's out a yelp and begins to climax. I feel her shaking, her breathing paralyzed for a few moments. Finally her body relaxes and she let's out a moaning sigh.
I pick her up and lye her down on the bed, softly kissing her and whispering about how beautiful she is. I het up and walk away, moments later she can hear water running for her bath. I walk back in and begin undressing. I can see that smile on her face as her eyes drink in the sight of my nakedness. I walk to the bed and begin undressing her as well. I am struck dumb by the sight of her naked body. We walk into the bathroom together.

Wednesday, July 13, 2011

Sex in the City, part 2

I am waiting for Trickie (read this first)

I am trying to wait patiently for her but I must be failing. My insides are boiling over with such tumultuous anticipation that I am amazed that I am not shaking. I keep scanning the crowd, trying to recognize her from those few pictures she has shared with me. I begin to wonder if I will recognize her. She steps out from behind a lost and wandering family of tourists. Instantly I know. That has to be her, I am drawn to her, pulled by that wonderful magic that links some people. I call to her. She smiles at me and stops where she is. How can I possibly describe the vision? Gorgeous! That is as close as my words can get. I walk up to her, reach out and pull her into my arms. The warmth of her soft body pressing against mine causes me to moan a small sigh. I hold her beautiful face in my hands and lean forward, touching my lips to her. She responds passionately. My lips part, our tongues meet and I slide my hands over her shapely figure. For several minutes we stand there, lost in our first kiss. I am sure we get many stares but I couldn't care less; they should just be glad I have enough restraint to not take here right then and there (though I did think about it for a moment). Finally our lips part, we stare into each other eyes.
"Hello" my voice comes out low and breathy.
She smiles "Hello". Her voice is so melodic.
I take her hand and begin to leashed out of the airport. I have no choice, I must get her alone. I need her so badly, I can hardly think of anything else. We stand in the cab line, talking some but spending more of our effort lightly caressing and kissing one another. We finally climb into the cab and direct him to the hotel in Manhattan.
Now begins the long cab ride there!

Thursday, June 23, 2011

Sex In The City: An Interactive Sex Blog


For months now we have been exchanging emails online; working each other up to heights of pure horny passion that I find it difficult to think.  Over and over again I have found myself reading her blog and emails only to wind up with a throbbing hard on that will not go away.  Time and again I have tried to convince myself that she is not real; how can anyone be that beautiful, that passionate and that honest all at the same time.  Sure enough though, she will be here within the hour and I will need to but my money where my mouth is.  The question is, can I perform as well as I write?  Well, if she is even half as magnificent as she seems, I don’t think I will be lacking for any motivation.  A stray thought flashes through my mind and catches my attention; “If you have an erection lasting longer than four hours you should contact your doctor as this may be a sign of a condition called priapism”.  How long have I been thinking about her? Since I woke up this morning?  Fuck, I better sit down and relax a bit.  Ok, so I admit it, I am at the airport already – a bit early, to say the least.  Well, you never know how long it will take to get her!  Yea right, nice excuse.  So, I find a bar and order a drink; “Scotch on the rocks please, but just one, thank you”.  I relax for a bit, trying to think of something else but failing miserably.  It is about half an hour before her scheduled arrival so I call her cell and leave her a voicemail letting her know I am here.
I relax back into my seat, feeling my imagination wash over me.  There she is, as I have imagined her time and time again.  Of all the fantasies I have ever had she is the most vivid; I have never felt someone’s skin so intensely.  How can my mind create the sensation of her soft smooth skin sliding against mine?  I can feel the tender skin of her thigh against my cheek, the engorged flesh of her outer lips against my own lips as I spread them apart with my tongue.  I can smell her erotic musk as I tease out the juice from within her succulent pussy.  I have never wanted to suck a woman’s pussy as badly as I want hers. 
The images change; I am on my back, she is climbing on top of me; I feel that velvety flesh of her feminine folds envelop my throbbing cock.  Inch by fucking inch I feel her take me into her.  I stare into those hypnotically beautiful eyes of hers as she lowers herself on me…
That is when my phone a ding, letting me know it is time for her plane to land…it is time for me to live out my greatest fantasy.

Monday, June 20, 2011

Definition of Beauty

At some point in my life I came up with a definition of what is beautiful.  I will not go into the exact details as to what prompted this but the definition has stuck with me:

Something is beautiful when looking at it, hearing it, feeling it, smelling it, tasting it or thinking it makes you feel happy.

Pretty simple really but it has made a huge difference in my life.  I recognize so many people around me as beautiful.  Being aware of it has made me even happier.

Wednesday, June 15, 2011

Where Am I?

So, I have been lost for some time now - unable to find that part of my being that spews forth erotic words and images.  I am hoping that it is coming back but it is a frustrating road.  I find it hard to enjoy the fantasies without having the opportunity to have that gorgeous woman sucking me or spreading her legs for me so I can slide into her.  I need to touch her, feel her.

Sunday, May 22, 2011

By Myself

The hard flesh is in my hand. I feel the soft skin slide back and forth over the hard muscled beneath.  I watch and feel as I pull back and forth over my pulsing cock.  I look in the full length mirror in front of me and watch as I slowly jack my dick.  I enjoy watching, I love the feeling.  I lightly move the skin up and down the hard length then I squeeze the base tightly.  I use my other hand to stroke my balls.  With one hand I hold the head of my cock while the other grasps the base of my shaft and my balls together, stroking up and over them, then back down.  I hold the base of my cock below my balls with one hand while sliding the other up and down my shaft.  I lean forward and spit on my shaft, the lube allowing me to slide more easily.  I slide my hand up over the head then back down, simulating entering a wight wet cunt. I watch my cock, then watch the mirror.  Back and forth while my hands slide up and down.  I feel a stirring in my balls and I squeeze my dick harder.  I walk away from the mirror and lay back on the bed.  I thrust my hips upward into my hand.  My eyes clothes as I wrap both hands around my cock and begin pumping into them.  Faster and faster, I can feel my eruption building.  I groan deep in my throat as I begin to cum.  I pump on, squeezing my shaft and groaning again.  My slippery white cum bursts from the tip and then pours over my hand.  I use it to lube my cock some more and continue to pump.  I want it again.  I can not normally go straight on and normally loose interest but today I need more.  I pump myself some more as I deflate and then begin to stiffen once more.
Since I can not have what I really need I will pump every drop out that I can manage.