Wednesday, September 20, 2006


I feel naughty today.
I want you.
No words.
No conversation.
No excuses.
Just your cock in my pussy.
Hard and fast.
Can you do that for me?

Thursday, September 14, 2006

Tastes and Smells

I wouldn’t say that I especially love the way my pussy smells or tastes. I don’t crave it or anything. I certainly don’t lick my fingers after I’ve fingered myself or enjoy the smell when I’m alone. Years of marriage to a man that doesn’t touch my pussy or taste it have taught me that there must be something less than appealing about it. And yet…

There is something so sexy, so hot, so intoxicatingly tempting about smelling me on him. I don’t know what I taste like exactly, but I know what I taste like on him and it is delicious. And I don’t even care where or how – his fingers in my mouth after he’s fingered me like only he can, his mouth after he’s teased my clit with his tongue, and then his amazing cock after he’s fucked me nice and hard.

I recently spent some time on a desk, on my back. Legs spread, back arched, the most incredible cock plunging deeper and deeper inside of me. When he pulled away I asked him to come closer, staying on my back. I lay there, in full view, head turned to the side, begging him to let me have that thick cock in my mouth. He stood beside me as I sucked and licked him, enjoying every second of it. The feel of his hands on me, pinching my nipples, touching me as if there was nothing he’d rather do.

He encouraged me to touch myself as I sucked, playing with my clit, already tender from the orgasms I’d been given. I obliged though, rubbing gently, sucking harder and harder. He would eventually pull away and move to the end of the desk, filling my pussy up again, letting me cum once more before shooting his hot load inside me. I'll never get tired of that feeling.

Saturday, September 09, 2006

Five Variable Love Profile

This is pretty interesting. I'm not sure its entirely accurate, but it is more than a little bit familiar...

Your Five Variable Love Profile

Propensity for Monogamy:

Your propensity for monogamy is low.
You see love as a gift that you should give to many.
It's hard for you to imagine being with one person at at time...
Let alone one person for the rest of your life!

Experience Level:

Your experience level is high.
You've loved, lost, and loved again.
You have had a wide range of love experiences.
And when the real thing comes along, you know it!


Your dominance is low.
This doesn't mean you're a doormat, just balanced.
You know a relationship is not about getting your way.
And you love to give your sweetie a lot of freedom.


Your cynicism is low.
You are an eternal optimist when it comes to love and romance.
No matter how many times you've been hurt - you're never bitter.
You believe in one true love, your perfect soulmate.
And if you haven't found true love yet, you know you will soon.


Your independence is medium.
In relationships, you need both "me time" and "we time."
You usually find it easy to be part of a couple.
But occasionally you start to feel a little smothered.

Sunday, September 03, 2006

Watching Me

In all of the times we’ve visited a hotel, he’s checked in, most of the time waiting on me when I get there. This time I wanted to let him come to me, find me. I hoped he would appreciate the gesture, so I checked in early, requesting two keys so I could take one to him.

After delivering his key and agreeing on a time, I arrived a bit early, undressed, took a fresh shower and turned the bed down. With the towel still around me, I pulled my small bullet vibrator from my bag and sat on the edge of the bed, realizing that he’d be there very soon. I wanted him to find me, wanted him to catch me.

I slid under the sheet, toy in hand and started to gently stroke my pussy. Interestingly, no stimulation, no preparation was needed. I was already so wet. The mere excitement of being here, knowing he’d find me was turning me on to a point that I knew I’d have to hold back to keep from cumming right then. This was a good exercise for me. Our last meeting had been so passionate that neither of us had been incredibly patient. In fact, we were fucking like animals within minutes of me walking through the door. Today though, we would wait, at least a few moments anyway.

I heard the card in the door and a smile formed on my lips. I licked them, ready to play my game, anxious to play with him. The sight of him turns me on. I could spend days in his eyes and I’m infatuated with his body, although he doesn’t believe it.

Locking the door behind him, he came to the bed, our eyes meeting and pulled the sheet back, revealing my toy and seeing me already pleasuring myself. I wasn’t sure what to expect. He smiled too and I whispered just one thing, “I want you to watch.”

He took a seat in the chair by the bed. Relief spilled over me, glad he approved. I pushed the sheet back completely, spread my legs far apart and continued to stroke my moist pussy. My lips were already swollen from the stimulation, my clit hard and begging for attention. With one hand I used my toy to push deep inside my folds. With the other, I alternated tugging on my nipples and stroking my clit. I was careful to take my time, not get carried away. I didn’t want to cum too quickly. I wanted him to enjoy the show.

I watched him intently, seeing the want in his eyes and the growing bulge in his pants. I appreciated that fact that he fidgeted in his seat and repeatedly struggled with finding comfort for his awesome cock. I wanted to see it and finally asked that he take it out and stroke it for me. I’ve worried from the beginning that I didn’t touch him in the best ways. Watching him touch himself would teach me and I wanted to learn.

Seeing his cock was overwhelming. I love it. I really do. I think it’s the most wonderful cock in the world. I want it, crave it, dream of it, lust after it. Seeing him touch himself from being turned on by me brought more pleasure than words can describe. And that was all I needed. Suddenly, I couldn’t hold back anymore, feeling the tingle building through my body. A wave of pleasure rolled over me, my back arched, and I came with a long deep moan, watching him, watching me.

As much as I would have liked to continue, without a conscious thought I heard myself begging, “Fuck me now. Please fuck me now.” And because he’s so good to me, he obliged, standing up from his chair, quickly removing his own clothes and taking his place on the bed.

Fucking him is the greatest pleasure I’ve known. He fills me up, satisfying me like no one ever has. We have perfect rhythm and chemistry. On his knees between my legs, his thick cock pounding me, I’m overcome with how lucky I am to have found this man who satisfies me so completely. Then, I feel him swelling even more inside me, and quickly feel that hot cum that I’ve worked so hard for.

Friday, September 01, 2006

5 Hours

I simply don't have words. Total, complete, pure satisfaction on every possible level.