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Monday, October 31, 2011
Wednesday, October 19, 2011
Friday, October 7, 2011
Hunger
She approached me on the sidewalk.
Dark hair, greasy and unwashed.
Jeans. A sweatshirt. sneakers clearly well-worn.
She was maybe 21 or 22. Some remnants of acne on her face.
She needed a ride, she said. She really needed a meal.
She was thin, but rather attractive...
I handed her $20 and walked her to my car.
I asked her where she wanted to go -- she wanted to eat, and then probably on to the local shelter to sleep.
I didn't know what to say.
I drove to my office and invited her in. I took her to the restaurant on the ground floor. She ate a sandwich and I had a salad.
She warmed up over coffee and I took her upstairs.
I had thought she might want to sleep there and I could find a place for her, get her on her feet.
As she sat in the chair in front of my desk, I grabbed the back of her head and kissed her. She was tentative, pulled back ...but I persisted.
She gave in. Her hands on my body now as I sat down, positioning her in my lap.
My hand on her cheek, pulling her face to me.
I opened my eyes and could see her smiling.
I pulled back once more, almost apologetically.
She said, "no one has kissed me like that ever..."
And I went in for another kiss...
Our hands explored bodies...and our lips were locked ...
She wrapped her legs around my waist. We embraced, kissed, laughed.
An hour passed...
And our kisses were growing ever more intense.
Eventually, I asked her if she wanted to stay.
She said she really wanted a nice, hot shower.
I took her to the hotel down the street.
The room was well-appointed and she went straight to the bathroom.
I could hear the water running, feel the steam seep beneath the door.
she came out in a plush white robe looking radiant.
"I need some clothes," she said.
I noticed that she was incredibly lovely, if a bit thin.
I kissed her again, and again...
Then told her I'd be back.
I came back upstairs with my bags... a dress, some jeans and a couple of nice shirts, a pair of heels, and some sensible sneakers.
She was asleep.
I took a hot shower and wondered what the hell I was doing.
I came out in the men's robe and cuddled in behind her. I held her close to me and we fell asleep together.
Dark hair, greasy and unwashed.
Jeans. A sweatshirt. sneakers clearly well-worn.
She was maybe 21 or 22. Some remnants of acne on her face.
She needed a ride, she said. She really needed a meal.
She was thin, but rather attractive...
I handed her $20 and walked her to my car.
I asked her where she wanted to go -- she wanted to eat, and then probably on to the local shelter to sleep.
I didn't know what to say.
I drove to my office and invited her in. I took her to the restaurant on the ground floor. She ate a sandwich and I had a salad.
She warmed up over coffee and I took her upstairs.
I had thought she might want to sleep there and I could find a place for her, get her on her feet.
As she sat in the chair in front of my desk, I grabbed the back of her head and kissed her. She was tentative, pulled back ...but I persisted.
She gave in. Her hands on my body now as I sat down, positioning her in my lap.
My hand on her cheek, pulling her face to me.
I opened my eyes and could see her smiling.
I pulled back once more, almost apologetically.
She said, "no one has kissed me like that ever..."
And I went in for another kiss...
Our hands explored bodies...and our lips were locked ...
She wrapped her legs around my waist. We embraced, kissed, laughed.
An hour passed...
And our kisses were growing ever more intense.
Eventually, I asked her if she wanted to stay.
She said she really wanted a nice, hot shower.
I took her to the hotel down the street.
The room was well-appointed and she went straight to the bathroom.
I could hear the water running, feel the steam seep beneath the door.
she came out in a plush white robe looking radiant.
"I need some clothes," she said.
I noticed that she was incredibly lovely, if a bit thin.
I kissed her again, and again...
Then told her I'd be back.
I came back upstairs with my bags... a dress, some jeans and a couple of nice shirts, a pair of heels, and some sensible sneakers.
She was asleep.
I took a hot shower and wondered what the hell I was doing.
I came out in the men's robe and cuddled in behind her. I held her close to me and we fell asleep together.
Wednesday, October 5, 2011
Summer Day
Her pale skin glistened with the wet heat of a July day. 101 degrees.
The *click* of the door was all the permission I needed. My lips met hers for the first time.
Trapped in desire now... a heat that had been building for months over coffee and clandestine texts.
My cock was hard, harder, harder still in just an instant. I couldn't remember feeling this much lust. This much raw desire.
I led her to the couch so we were out of view of the front windows.
I kissed the back of her neck, nibbled at it... as hands unzipped her dark pants, noting the beads of sweat on her pale thighs
Two fingers entered her beneath black cotton panties...
Her moan was desperate
She felt the cool of my belt buckle, felt the zipper press into her ass...
I unzipped... and freed the aching cock from cotton boxer briefs
against her ass now, between her cheeks as she begged "fuck me"
I could wait no more
Inside
the sweet heat of her wet pussy searing my own hot flesh
her body arched back, she fucked me as I fucked her
hard, angry, bodies wondering why this hadn't already happened
I didn't want to cum, but i knew it would happen...and soon. This was the heaven I had wanted.
I thrust myself inside her, held myself there, relishing the feel of us finally together. Relishing her deep moan as I inched closer, closer
"I want to possess you" I said.
And she nearly screamed...
I thrust out and in... and in and came
nearly collapsing with her over the arm of the couch
I kissed her immediately... I wanted her even more
the first release was sweet...but we had an afternoon and an empty house
The *click* of the door was all the permission I needed. My lips met hers for the first time.
Trapped in desire now... a heat that had been building for months over coffee and clandestine texts.
My cock was hard, harder, harder still in just an instant. I couldn't remember feeling this much lust. This much raw desire.
I led her to the couch so we were out of view of the front windows.
I kissed the back of her neck, nibbled at it... as hands unzipped her dark pants, noting the beads of sweat on her pale thighs
Two fingers entered her beneath black cotton panties...
Her moan was desperate
She felt the cool of my belt buckle, felt the zipper press into her ass...
I unzipped... and freed the aching cock from cotton boxer briefs
against her ass now, between her cheeks as she begged "fuck me"
I could wait no more
Inside
the sweet heat of her wet pussy searing my own hot flesh
her body arched back, she fucked me as I fucked her
hard, angry, bodies wondering why this hadn't already happened
I didn't want to cum, but i knew it would happen...and soon. This was the heaven I had wanted.
I thrust myself inside her, held myself there, relishing the feel of us finally together. Relishing her deep moan as I inched closer, closer
"I want to possess you" I said.
And she nearly screamed...
I thrust out and in... and in and came
nearly collapsing with her over the arm of the couch
I kissed her immediately... I wanted her even more
the first release was sweet...but we had an afternoon and an empty house
Tuesday, October 4, 2011
An Actual Response to an Ad I Posted...
Yes, this is what she said:
It's a shame though, if I was nearby, I would ask you for an in person interview... I'd definitely dress for the occasion, black pumps, grey mini skirt and a tight white button up probably... and I would want to show off my skills to you. I've never had a job where I had to do personal assistant/ admin type things.. but you could always spank me if I do something wrong, or spank me when I do something right.
And when I say skills you should know I mean licking your cock up and down. I love going down.
It's a shame though, if I was nearby, I would ask you for an in person interview... I'd definitely dress for the occasion, black pumps, grey mini skirt and a tight white button up probably... and I would want to show off my skills to you. I've never had a job where I had to do personal assistant/ admin type things.. but you could always spank me if I do something wrong, or spank me when I do something right.
And when I say skills you should know I mean licking your cock up and down. I love going down.
Monday, October 3, 2011
The Shower
A "new-ish" version of one of my favorites:
She walks through the door at nearly 9 pm ... it has been a long, crazy day and she is frazzled and fried.
her frame is small... a little over 5 feet tall and her skin delightfully alive ... her hair, curly and inviting, surrounds fragile face that hides her darkest desires..
her piercing blue eyes often catch the attention of men who pass her by -- today, those eyes are watery, worn, weary.
she wears a black skirt, simple white blouse now unbuttoned below her perky C-cup breasts. her legs are bare and simple, black cotton panties protect an area that has received far too little attention in the past months
her small feet with amazingly high arches are tucked into 4 inch high steve maddens with a tantalizing ankle strap -- she kicks them off and reveals toes with dark paint that badly need to relax
she enters her bedroom and discards her blouse. into the bathroom, she turns the shower on ... full blast, full heat...
she removes her clothes completely and stands there, completely nude, feeling a chill come over her.
he was supposed to have been there when she got home ... but maybe his day was crazy, too
she returns to the bathroom and is embraced by the warmth of a fog of steam. moisture beads up on her pale skin.
she steps into the shower and closes the door .. the heat stings, and she adds a touch of cool water to take the edge off. her body is relaxing. her eyes close as she wets her hair. and her mind wanders.
he arrives. he can't believe he's late. his meeting in the city had gone way too long. he is in a navy pin-striped suit, pink shirt with french cuffs, and a patterned pink tie.
he hears the shower. sees the shoes and trail of clothes.
he walks into the bedroom and removes his suit. takes all of his clothes off. he is not tall, but his body shows he has been in the gym -- toned, but not bulky. he removes his dark rimmed glasses and stands in the room, completely nude ... his cock grows as he approaches the door
the steam hits him and he can just make out rita's outline through the opaque glass door
he is now standing at full attention, blood throbbing and coarsing through him...
she jumps as he opens the door... startled out of an imaginary world. her shock is replaced with a boisterous smile and he grabs her and pulls her to him as their bodies are sprayed with steam and pounding water.
his kiss electrifies her ... sets her on fire. she returns his passion ten-fold. he feels her need to his core. her hair is dark and wet and shiny and wonderful
his cock rubs against her stomach... and she feels the sting of his heat.
his kisses find her neck, her collarbone... trace down to her shoulders
hands explore her glorious skin as his tongue teases her nipples, his mouth enveleoping a luscious breast
he finds the line between her breasts... his tongue traces down to her belly button... to her body's center.
a thin strip of now-darkened hair, matted wet, stands above an apparently aroused pussy. his tongue and lips place kisses on her inner thigh as her hands fall upon his head, then brace against the shower wall as first one, then a second finger thrusts inside her... she is aching, longing for this touch... quick flicks of the tongue delight her clit .. .then stop, teasing and tasting her sweetness.. probing inside warm, velvety folds...
her release is quick, almost painful... she can't remember when the last time a man did that for her...
as she nearly collapses upon him, he guides her out of the shower and wraps her in a towel
he cradles her in his arms and lays her now steamy, relaxed body on the bed... as he opens the towel, he places a kiss on her toe, his tongue tracing her long arch and his lips embracing her ankle...
all the way up her toned calves... behind her knee as she giggles ... to her warm thighs
he finds her center again, wakes up the already aroused pussy
and as his lips meet hers, he is inside her... slowly, carefully, deeply inside
he keeps kissing her... his eyes meet hers as their bodies join together -- they are perfectly matched in height and he licks just behind her ear as his hands pull her body into his... his thrusts are slow, long, and his dick is harder than she remembers ever feeling.. seemingly growing and bulging inside her
he arches back and plunges deeper... she screams in a slight tinge of pain and then they find a rhythm...
then he stops... holds himself as far inside as he can... "kiss me" ... and she does... "kiss me" and again... he's holding himself there... holding them together... and their kiss becomes so intense, so rich, textured and their bodies so still ... a perfect togetherness
he feels her getting closer... and as they kiss, his hand rubs her engorged clit... her pulsating rhythm makes him explode and he shouts breathlessly... "kiss me"... all his force musters a whisper and their lips lock as their bodies rejoice together
She walks through the door at nearly 9 pm ... it has been a long, crazy day and she is frazzled and fried.
her frame is small... a little over 5 feet tall and her skin delightfully alive ... her hair, curly and inviting, surrounds fragile face that hides her darkest desires..
her piercing blue eyes often catch the attention of men who pass her by -- today, those eyes are watery, worn, weary.
she wears a black skirt, simple white blouse now unbuttoned below her perky C-cup breasts. her legs are bare and simple, black cotton panties protect an area that has received far too little attention in the past months
her small feet with amazingly high arches are tucked into 4 inch high steve maddens with a tantalizing ankle strap -- she kicks them off and reveals toes with dark paint that badly need to relax
she enters her bedroom and discards her blouse. into the bathroom, she turns the shower on ... full blast, full heat...
she removes her clothes completely and stands there, completely nude, feeling a chill come over her.
he was supposed to have been there when she got home ... but maybe his day was crazy, too
she returns to the bathroom and is embraced by the warmth of a fog of steam. moisture beads up on her pale skin.
she steps into the shower and closes the door .. the heat stings, and she adds a touch of cool water to take the edge off. her body is relaxing. her eyes close as she wets her hair. and her mind wanders.
he arrives. he can't believe he's late. his meeting in the city had gone way too long. he is in a navy pin-striped suit, pink shirt with french cuffs, and a patterned pink tie.
he hears the shower. sees the shoes and trail of clothes.
he walks into the bedroom and removes his suit. takes all of his clothes off. he is not tall, but his body shows he has been in the gym -- toned, but not bulky. he removes his dark rimmed glasses and stands in the room, completely nude ... his cock grows as he approaches the door
the steam hits him and he can just make out rita's outline through the opaque glass door
he is now standing at full attention, blood throbbing and coarsing through him...
she jumps as he opens the door... startled out of an imaginary world. her shock is replaced with a boisterous smile and he grabs her and pulls her to him as their bodies are sprayed with steam and pounding water.
his kiss electrifies her ... sets her on fire. she returns his passion ten-fold. he feels her need to his core. her hair is dark and wet and shiny and wonderful
his cock rubs against her stomach... and she feels the sting of his heat.
his kisses find her neck, her collarbone... trace down to her shoulders
hands explore her glorious skin as his tongue teases her nipples, his mouth enveleoping a luscious breast
he finds the line between her breasts... his tongue traces down to her belly button... to her body's center.
a thin strip of now-darkened hair, matted wet, stands above an apparently aroused pussy. his tongue and lips place kisses on her inner thigh as her hands fall upon his head, then brace against the shower wall as first one, then a second finger thrusts inside her... she is aching, longing for this touch... quick flicks of the tongue delight her clit .. .then stop, teasing and tasting her sweetness.. probing inside warm, velvety folds...
her release is quick, almost painful... she can't remember when the last time a man did that for her...
as she nearly collapses upon him, he guides her out of the shower and wraps her in a towel
he cradles her in his arms and lays her now steamy, relaxed body on the bed... as he opens the towel, he places a kiss on her toe, his tongue tracing her long arch and his lips embracing her ankle...
all the way up her toned calves... behind her knee as she giggles ... to her warm thighs
he finds her center again, wakes up the already aroused pussy
and as his lips meet hers, he is inside her... slowly, carefully, deeply inside
he keeps kissing her... his eyes meet hers as their bodies join together -- they are perfectly matched in height and he licks just behind her ear as his hands pull her body into his... his thrusts are slow, long, and his dick is harder than she remembers ever feeling.. seemingly growing and bulging inside her
he arches back and plunges deeper... she screams in a slight tinge of pain and then they find a rhythm...
then he stops... holds himself as far inside as he can... "kiss me" ... and she does... "kiss me" and again... he's holding himself there... holding them together... and their kiss becomes so intense, so rich, textured and their bodies so still ... a perfect togetherness
he feels her getting closer... and as they kiss, his hand rubs her engorged clit... her pulsating rhythm makes him explode and he shouts breathlessly... "kiss me"... all his force musters a whisper and their lips lock as their bodies rejoice together
oh MY!
i had almost forgotten Dark Gracie. But wow! She's here! And with such bright, eager writing!
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