well, I seemed to have to lost all my links,some of my links, slowly adding them back…but the new design is well on its way and more desires coming too..back to work
while I love the current design, I noticed I can’t seem to add links to other great erotic writers which leads me to believe while this design is good, its not great therefore a major overhaul will be cumming shortly..
Although you usually like to steer clear of emotional drama, denial of your fear could bring you face to face with an uncomfortable level of intensity now. The intensity of finally seeing him after months and that gorgeous blond beard he was now sprouting through me for a loop. Every single time I see him, I’m tongued-tied, can’t think straight and have this intense fear that perhaps he’s going to be mad that I’ve shown up in his space and yet in my head, the concept of seeing him played out a little differently. Let me tell you what I was planning in my head not what actually happened because in my head, it was so much more of a hot fantasy than the reality of my fear and panic.
I’m wearing a gorgeous black twirly skirt with sheepskin boots, my intent was to check out this art gallery that I’d had been hearing so much about and it was a side benefit that of course he would be there. I had planned to ignore him, not gather his attention until just the right moment, in the mix of the crowd, I would linger touchably close and graze his cock every so slightly without letting him know it was me, perhaps demand that he bent over via text so I could see his ass in his jeans, make him wonder if I was there.
Except the crowds were not existent, the art gallery just wasn’t my thing, the clothing they had on display, while interesting, I wasn’t going to fit into a size 2, some of the art on the wall was good, some just not my tastes and he was the only one there ready to go, he noticed me right away, uncanny feeling that he saw me the instant I walked through the door, we talked, I of course, feeling quite stupid and saying the most stupid things, panic rising up, up, up and away, I had to get out of there. Slow deep breaths, calming deep breaths…
In my head, this fantasy was amazing, I was hot, I was dominant, I wasn’t wearing any underwear. I’d watch him from afar blended in with the crowd while telling him what I was doing beneath my skirt, what I was imagining him doing to me at that very moment. Imagining feeling that beard between my thighs while his tongue darted in and out of my pussy. His fingers probing my ass. But whoops, how did I know he now sported a beard?
But where were the crowds? I could blend into a crowd, I could gabble and hobble with the best of them, I could be anonymous in a crowd of friends or foes, I wouldn’t be standing there in a pure panic bliss alone, horny and wet from just seeing his smile.
It was one of those mornings, I got up early because I had an appt with a new client. I was wandering through the house naked, getting the coffee going, feeding the cats, you know the boring mudane morning rituals and I heard the garage door open, shit, did the damn thing decide to open by itself again? I ran to the back to grab my robe which was all tangled up in a pile and headed back towards the kitchen to check out what was going on.
SURPRISE!!! the last person, I expected to see standing in my garage was C. Not that it was a bad thing, quite the contrary, it was a great to see him but I thought he was mad at me or something. We had been talking online and then all of sudden he just stopped, so I assumed he was mad at me again. I swear my heart jumped out of my chest, I was really surprised, I like surprises but when you first wake up, I was startled.
After leaving him waiting in the bedroom, shaking like a leaf, interesting he was nervous, he had a plan I know he must have and of course I was all gentlemanly and asked him what he wanted. Now smack myself across the head, here I had a willing viable gorgeous man in my room and I didn’t attack him, months and months of not having sex and I asked him what he wanted..what was I thinking? Well I know what I was thinking, any other morning, I would have just been late or blown off the day but I had already rescheduled with this particular person and I need the money and I couldn’t be late, so I regrouped my thoughts and went back to the bedroom….and he just wanted to watch.. (in retrospect, I should have blown off that particular person period)
..all these months of fantasizing about him with his head buried between my legs, his teeth biting my clit, his fingers probing my ass and he just wanted to watch me play with myself ? 🙁 which by the way I haven’t done much of lately either for that matter…
…so he watched and masturbated but at least I got to touch this time……..
..what I should have done was push the boy back on the bed, slowly take off his clothes, tease him, make him beg for more and rode his hard cock til I was shaking like a leaf….
or laid down opposite of him and rolled over so he could bury his head between my legs and I could take his hard cock in my mouth, deep and taste him…..
but no, none of these scenarios happened, he just watched while I played with myself …
and when I’m nervous I say the stupidest things…….
I promised a story, so a story it shall be.
Twas the night before christmas and all through the house, not a creature stirred except for my vibe, that little humming sound pleasantly filling my need. The stockings were hung by the fire with care with the hopes that many new toys would brighten my day. All of a sudden, I thought I heard the garage door open with such a clutter and bang, who could be there, no one knew the code. Jumping out of bed, i flew through the house, naughty as could be, not a thought to my state of undress. Lo and behold, there stood santa’s helper all wrapped in a bow.
And what a sight to see, blond scruffy hair, twinkling blue eyes, tattoos in just the right places, a ass to die for, strong arms, big hands and hard cock standing at attention. A chill rang through the air as I turned to flee, santa’s helper chuckled as he caught me by the arm, pulling me towards him as he dropped to his knees. His tongue dancing circles upon my clit as a shiver ran down my spine. I swear I heard jingle bells as I closed my eyes and next thing I knew he had transported us to bed. As I opened my eyes, I was on my back, his head buried between my legs.
to be continued..
the beginnings of a story….
what are you wearing? I’m naked and warm right now with a hard cock. Thinking about your big tits in my mouth
sounds delicious, imaging you were here with me right now.
I want to see you naked
you can anytime you want, come over but until then..imagine short pink robe barely covering my ass
Don’t know if I want to lick your ass or suck your tits more.
does it help to know I’m sitting naked in the dining room working?
It makes me hard as a rock!
Does it help to know that I’m pinching my hard nipples? **
wish i was there to lick your naked pussy. your house must be warm.
bare with me as I figure out a design for this place..many changes coming soon, more stories and fantasies and inspirations.
Check out this reading list while I catch up and find time to post again or find my inspiration. I know a certain someone that could help with my inspiration..come live out your fantasies..you know you want too
You are working on the flooring as I walk by in my short short pink robe, the one I know you like. The one that I wear to tempt you into touching me but you never do. I can’t never tell by your expression what you’re thinking, do you want to touch, will you touch? I walk into the room to ask you a question and catch you staring up my robe. I think to myself, is he finally going to do something about it or do I just finally be agressive with him. I’m wet from thinking of your tongue in my pussy, your teeth on my clit and I just decide to be dominate. I push you up against the wall on your knees grinding my pussy into your mouth, not asking, not telling, not joking around, just finally doing it. I feel your hands tentatively on my ass pulling me closer, your tongue exploring my pussy like savoring the delicate taste of a sweet dessert with the unexpected nuances of lavendar and honey, slowly licking and drinking my luscious nectar, an unexpected treat. Unexpected tenderness, I expected roughness from you………more to come soon
finally got everything moved over, hopefully my host doesn’t pull down the site due to the type of site this is 🙂
new story coming soon: a small taste: coffee, creme, submission and taste