You think it’s just good acting?

•December 24, 2009 • 4 Comments

We were watching a movie. Laying together on the floor. A couple blankets laid out beneath us. Our heads propped up on some cushions off the couch. There was a bowl of popcorn on the floor, mostly untouched. I don’t eat it, she had hardly touched it. Margaritas were better than popcorn any day.

A steamy scene in the movie started. She slammed him against the wall. Forcing him to look at her as she screamed her frustration. So fierce, so aggressive. They stared heatedly at one another. Then they were ripping each others clothes off in a furious frenzy.

She eyed me curiously. “Do you think all the passion and lust is just good acting? Or do you think in some small part, they were both turned on at least a small amount doing this scene?”

I chuckled. “If they were turned on by it, it definitely made the acting easier. Less to fake you know. I suppose it would depend on their attraction to one another, the chemistry they had and if they could separate primal emotion from work well enough or not. Or maybe it’s just damn good acting. Perhaps they drew off memories of personal experience with others, past or present, to help them get in the right frame of mind for the scene. ”

She bit her lower lip and I could physically see her mulling over what I had just said.

“So,” she started, a coy expression forming slowly across her full, sexy lips. “Do you think that she would really enjoy being so rough and aggressive in real life?”

I shook my head, chuckling again. “No clue.”

“Would you like me like that?”

“If I were in the right mood, yes, definitely.”

She grinned. “How about now?”

“Find out.”

She pounced on me, rolling me off my side and onto my back, straddling my waist as she looked down at me.

She grabbed my hands and held them together above my head.

“I’ll be right back, don’t move,” she growled at me.

Her voice was lower, guttural, domineering.

She came back, a couple silk scarves in hand. She straddled me again, grabbed my hands and tied them together above my head with one of the scarves. I began to sit up and she placed both hands on my shoulders and pushed me back to the floor.

“I didn’t say get up, stay down until I say otherwise.”

I relaxed back into the floor.

“Tell me your safe word in case I get too carried away,” she said to me as she lifted to back of my head to drape another silk scarf behind my head.

I told her the safe word I liked to use. She nodded and then used the scarf to gag me.

She undressed me, quickly and roughly. She tore my t-shirt and my panties. I didn’t complain. Neither were expensive and it was too much of a turn on for me to care.

She stood over me and stripped slowly.

“Whore. Don’t you wish you could touch me right now?”

She dropped her panties down onto my face.

“You want your hands touching my cunt right now?”

I squirmed and nodded, mumbling uselessly against the silky gag in my mouth.

She ran her hand down her stomach and touched her cunt slightly. I moaned. She got down on her knees over me, straddling the side of my head. Her cunt inches away from my face. She started slowing parting her cunt lips showing me everything. I moaned and she slid two fingers inside herself and began finger fucking her cunt. I watched but couldn’t touch her even though I so badly wanted to. She was going faster, harder. She was wet. She got so wet when aroused. Her cunt was dripping, the liquids falling down onto my face.

She abruptly stopped. Moving down to suck my nipple into her mouth. She bit hard. I tried to scream but couldn’t get much out because of the gag. She looked up at me and grinned just as she bit my nipple again. I groaned and squirmed underneath her. She used one hand to push me back down into the ground.

“Hold still or I won’t do another thing to you. Got it?”

I nodded and held my body still.

She flicked my nipple with her tongue as she began working the other one with her fingers. She was pulling and pinching tightly. She flicked and sucked the other nipple, biting occasionally. I groaned and fought to keep from squirming.

“Shh, don’t make a sound. I’ll stop. Stay still and be quiet.”

I nodded again. She grinned.

She kissed her way down my body until she got down between my legs. She put her mouth on my inner thigh and kissed up and down both sides, biting after every few kisses. She bit into my thighs hard, sometimes sucking at the flesh she bit down on. Hard and harder. I wanted to scream. She knew I did. Every so often she looked up at me and placed a finger to her lips, shushing me before I ever made a sound.

She put her mouth against my cunt lips and rubbed her mouth up and down against them. She slid her tongue out and traced circles around my lips. I tried not to move but I couldn’t help but squirm. She stopped. She slapped my cunt lightly.

“Bad girl. I told you not to move.”

She stopped and straddled me again. She had her wet cunt pressed tightly against mine. She began grinding back and forth slowly and then increased. It felt good, in a maddening sort of way. I didn’t squirm. I didn’t make a sound. She grabbed my breasts and fondled them, playing with my nipples roughly as she was grinding her cunt against mine.

“You want me to use my mouth on you again?”

I nodded, whimpering slightly.

“Too bad.”

I whimpered again and she just grabbed my tits and twisted my nipples between her fingers even harder. She was grinding roughly against me and for a moment I was tempted to over power her and send her flying to the ground. Though with tied up hands, that would do me much good as I wouldn’t have the ability to get the control I wanted over her.

She grinned suddenly and released my tits as she slid down off of me. My cunt was aching and swollen. She didn’t tease it this time, just got back between my legs and shoved her tongue inside me. I tried not to make a sound but I couldn’t help it. I groaned loudly but she didn’t stop. She did grab my hips and hold me to the floor to keep me from squirming. She alternated between using her tongue on my clit and sliding it roughly in and out of my cunt. I came in minutes. She didn’t stop once I came. She kept going until I came again. She let go of my hips and moved her mouth away from my cunt.

She straddled my face again, this time removing the silk gag she had given.

She didn’t say a word, just lowered herself enough to where her cunt was almost at my mouth on its own. I didn’t need to be told what to do anyway.  She was already dripping wet, her lips swollen. I slid my tongue in her wet folds and she sighed, sounding almost relieved. I licked her clit in the slow, gentle way I knew she liked and she started grinding her cunt into my face. I stopped and she peered down at me.

“What do you want?” she growled at me.

“May I have my hands please? So I can use them on you?”

She grinned and untied my hands.

I cradled her hip with one hand as I went back to licking her clit. I used the other hand to slide three fingers into her. She wasn’t ready for that and gasped, slightly. She glared playfully down at me and I grinned, my mouth busy on her clit as my fingers pounded in and out of her. She rocked back and forth gently, moaning louder and louder the rougher and faster I went. She grabbed the arm I was using to cradle her hip and held on to it like she was afraid she might fall over. I slid my tongue down to slide in and out of her cunt while I let my fingers work her clit. She whimpered and moaned. I fucked her with my tongue as she was grinding her cunt into my face. She was pulling on her nipple now with her free hand and screaming out obscene things, half of which I couldn’t even understand. I could feel her muscles tightening and clenching and then, she exploded, squirting all over my face and hair as she screamed at the ceiling.

Her rocking and grinding slowed and her panting turned into breathy little giggles. She always giggled after she came. It was cute, in a way. It wasn’t like full on laughter. It was breathy, almost a whisper. She stumbled down to the floor and laid down next to me. She curled up against me, still catching her breath. She kissed my lips and then giggled again.

“You taste like me.”

I laughed. “So does the rest of my face, my neck and my hair.”

She laughed at that and then just laid there quietly, relaxing.

“Sorry I didn’t keep up the whole rough, aggressive thing the whole way through, I guess it’s just not my forte.”

I smiled. “No complaints here. It was fun.”

She looked over her shoulder for a moment.

“Hmm,” she said. “The movie is over. I wonder how the middle and the end were?”

I grinned. “Definitely not as good as what we just did.”

She giggled. “Good point. Want to go take a shower?”

I nodded. Once we could move, we went  into the shower and got each other cleaned up. Not before we got dirty again, however. 😉

e-lust #3

•December 23, 2009 • Leave a Comment

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Blurry puzzler….

•December 5, 2009 • 7 Comments

She likes how I touch her.

Sometimes gentle, sometimes rough.

I love the feel of her warm cunt.

I love the noises she makes as my hands and

mouth roam all over her.

I like how she touches me.

Only gentle when she wants to tease me

& then when she thinks she’s teased me enough…

hard and rough. Delicious.

She likes to watch my face as

she does whatever she wants to me.

But… who is touching who here? 😉

I usually hate shopping.

•December 4, 2009 • 2 Comments

She looked over at me as she walked out of the fitting room, stopping right in front of me. She spun around once then turned around, waggling her ass in front of me. “Does this skirt make my ass look big?” she asked coyly.

“Yeah, it does,” I replied with a playful smirk on my face.

She grinned her charming grin and replied, “Good.” She bent over in front of me, letting me have a peek at what kind of underwear she wasn’t wearing. She bolted back upright, stuck her tongue out at me over her shoulder and playfully sauntered back into the fitting room.

I just laughed, feeling a slight warmness begin to build between my thighs. I hate shopping, I really do. More than my disdain for shopping, I hate tagging along while other people shop. Especially if it happens to be someone who really loves to shop and take their time doing so. How she convinced me to go along with her while she shopped? The promise of letting me watch her try on clothes and take them back off. Plus, I had nothing better to do. There also might have been talks of buying dinner as well. Combine a free meal with watching a cute curvy girl trying on clothes and more importantly, taking them off, I’m pretty much going to go for it. Remember that if any of you ladies are ever in my area (or vice versa) and want me to tag along with you while you shop. Think of me as an average male in this regard I suppose; pervy, horny, hungry and completely disinterested in shopping or clothing in general.

She came back out next in a dress that wasn’t actually a dress. Just a really long tunic style top that she decided would be a dress for all intents and purposes. It barely went down passed her round ass and didn’t do much to cover her plump thighs. Not to mention the v-neck that plunged down enough to show the hint of cleavage. She looked so good. I know she was wearing that just to tease me, she would never go out in public with so little covered.

She spun around in front of me. “How do you like this?” she asked, a little bit of uncertainty creeping into her sparkling green eyes.

I grinned and slowly let my eyes wander up and down the length of her. “I like it. I know you only came out here in that to tease me though. You sadly wouldn’t wear such a thing in public.”

She laughed and replied, “Or in front of most people.”

I let my eyes wander over her body again, this time letting me eyes linger on certain parts of her. I looked up at her, “Too bad for most people.”

She blushed slightly. Sometimes she’s so playful I forget how inexperienced she is. Not just with women but just in general. I find it sweet more often than not. It’s nice to know there are still people out there who haven’t seen it all and done it all before they turn 25. Logically, I know there are a lot of those people out there but in my mind I tend to forget that. It’s what happens when all my closest friends in real life are just as sexual and pervy as I am. Not to mention my online friends. It makes one a little jaded at times.

She had said something but I had zoned out. I asked if she would repeat what she said. She asked if I wanted to see her try some other things on. My reply? That I wanted to see her take that long tunic top off.

She giggled. “You want me to do a little strip tease for you then?”

I nodded, grinning.

She lowered her voice and asked me, almost whispering, “In here?”

I grinned. “Yeah. No big deal. Girls go into the changing stalls together all the time. It’s no big deal and no one will suspect a thing.”

She looked like a mix of giddy, excited and scared but she went towards the door and I followed.

She whispered, “This is crazy, what if we get caught?”

I laughed. “How? Are they going to come busting in here like a bunch of storm troopers or something?”

She pondered this for a few seconds before replying, “No, I guess they won’t. This is exciting, I’ve never done anything like this before.”

I sat down on the bench that was inside the changing room stall and she stood in front of me. She exhaled and started to dance. She fumbled a little bit and then told me she couldn’t do it without music and said the “elevator music” playing in here didn’t help. Before I could say anything, she did what I was going to tell her to do. She grabbed her purse, pulled out her iPod, put it on a play list she wanted, laid it on one of the wall hooks and then turned the volume up enough for her to hear it. She found her rhythm and danced in front of me.

She loosened up as the second song started and put her hands on her body. Moving them up and down her sides, her hips, slowly working them up to her lovely C-cup breasts. She cupped her breasts and pinched her nipples through the fabrics still around her as she swayed in front of me. She moved her hands back down her body, stopping at her pelvis and slowly bring her hands to the front. She rubbed her hands against her pussy and I groaned slightly remembering the lack of panties under that tunic. Her fingers reached the bottom of that tunic and pulled it up her thighs slightly. She stopped to where it almost uncovered her pussy but not quite. She danced around in front of me, teasing and sexy. That scared, uncertain girl was gone for now.

She danced and placed herself about six inches away from where I sat. She smiled coyly and whispered, “You want to touch me, pretty girl?”

I nodded in response. She grabbed my hands and placed them on the outsides of her thighs, letting me feel her soft warm skin. She pushed my hands up and down her thighs. She let go and my hands immediately went to grab her ass. She grinned and pushed my hands away. She back away from me more as she danced and slowly slid the tunic up her curvaceous body. I felt the heat growing between my legs as I watched her pull it off. Her cunt was bare and smooth. I wanted so badly to touch her but I sat there, waiting patiently instead. I let my eyes travel up her body as she pulled the tunic over her breasts then over her head and dropped it to the floor.

She used one hand to cover her bare cunt and the other to reach around and unhook her hot pink and black bra. She tried to keep dancing but it wasn’t working out. She blushed slightly, apologizing. I just grinned and told her to let me unhook it for her. She backed up to me, sitting in my lap with her back to me. She started to give me a lap dance in that position as I unhooked her bra for her. She let it fall off her and onto the dressing room floor. She sat that way for a while, gyrating on my lap with her back to me, bouncing her ass up once in a while to let me have a glimpse of her now wet cunt.

“Keep your hands behind your back, pretty girl.”

I smiled and put my hands away.

She lifted up off of me, turned around and then went for my jeans. She unbuttoned them and slid them down my hips, thighs and legs. She reached for my thong straps and pulled that off of me as well. She looked uncertain suddenly so I said she was doing fine. She grinned, pushed my thighs apart and straddled me.

Suddenly, she laughed slightly. “Sorry, I saw this in a porn once and wanted to try it. The girl straddled the other girl and then sat there grinding her pussy into the other girls pussy. It looked like fun but now I feel silly.”

I grinned. “Don’t feel silly, it’s nice having a hot girl sitting naked in my bare lap.”

She grinned sheepishly and began trying to grind her cunt against mine. After a few minutes I interjected. “This would work better if I could lean back. We’ll have to try it another time.”

She giggled, nodding slightly. She pressed her tits into my face suddenly and I enjoyed the feel of her soft skin against my face. She rubbed her tits and nipples across my lips and all over my face, slowly, teasingly. I opened my mouth and slid my tongue across her nipple as she brushed one across my lips. She moaned quietly and left her nipple in front of my mouth. I licked a few more times before gently sucking it into my mouth. She grabbed my shoulders and pulled herself closer against me as I sucked on her nipple. I moved my hands out from behind me, gently grabbed her other breast and brought it to my lips. She rubbed it against my wet lips before letting me run my tongue across it. She moaned again and I sucked her nipple into my mouth showing it the same attention I had with the other one. I sucked harder on her nipple and she moaned, grinding her wet cunt against my stomach.

I pushed a band between us and let my fingers tease gently up and down her cunt lips. She moaned… and almost lost her balance and fell off of me. We giggled and moved down onto the floor. She sat down and I put my face between her thighs. Licking slowly along her outer lips before letting my tongue delve deeper into her warm, wet folds. The faster I went, the more she grinded her cunt against my face. She laid there, hands over her mouth, writhing on the floor as my tongue worked her tight cunt. I moved to start licking her clit and slid two fingers easily inside of her. She bucked her hips off the floor and gasped as I finger fucked her hard and fast while my tongue slid over her clit. Within a couple minutes, she was coming, hard, soaking my mouth and hand with her juices.

She laid there, breathing hard, trying to catch her breath as I moved away and went to put my thong and pants back on. She sat up and looked at me then looked down at the mess we had just made.

“Oh shit,” she said giggling.

“What?” I asked,

She held up the tunic, now with a big wet spot along the bottom of it. “I guess I’m definitely buying this now,” she said giggling.

I laughed and nodded. Then she quickly stopped laughing and held still for a moment. “OMG!” she whispered with a frantic tone in her voice.

“What’s wrong?”

“It totally smells like pussy and sex in here! What if someone is in here? What if someone walks in here? And omg the stop on the floor that soaked through the tunic is a dead give away. And omg I have to buy this thing now and the sales lady will see it and she will know and….-“

I cut her off gently, “Hey, calm down. Put your clothes back on and lets go buy whatever you’re getting out of here. No one can prove we did anything so don’t freak out.”

She took a deep breath and got dressed faster than I’ve ever seen anyone get dressed before. She put the tunic back on it’s hanger and then grabbed the other stuff she wanted to buy. She grabbed her iPod and purse and we opened the door, walking out and making our way to the register.

The sales girl was totally polite and cheerful… until she got to the tunic.

“Oh dear, this one is damp some how. I’ll go grab you another one!”

“Ummm, actually, I, I…. uh, I got it wet so yeah, it’s okay, I don’t need another one, that one is uh, fine.”

The sale girls looked at her and then looked at me. “Oh… really?”

She looked unsure how to respond. I jumped in. “It’s no big deal, we had a bottle of water and she spilled it onto the tunic top on accident.”

The sales girl smiled and very politely said, “Oh! Okay cool, no big deal then, I’ll just put it into a separate bag for you, ok?”

She paid, we thanked the sales girl and then it was finally time to go. Once we were in the parking lot, my friend looked at me and sighed deeply. “That was quick thinking AR, I had no clue what to say!”

I just laughed. “No problem, I’m quick with shit like that.”

She laughed. “Good thing one of us is!”

We reached her car and hopped in. She turned on the ignition and then turned to me. “So, dinner and then round two back at my house?”

“Sounds awesome,” I said, grinning.

Toys, toys, toys.

•December 4, 2009 • 16 Comments

Really, we’re only talking one toy here. A simple black vibrator. Smooth and velvety feeling. Powerful little vibrations.

The toy is in her capable little hands. She grins devilishly as she waggles her eyebrows at the girl laying on the bed. The girl on the bed inhales deeply, trying to be patient. She turns it on and presses it against the girl’s lips. The girl gasps softly, feeling the vibrations against her skin. She grins again, loving the sounds the girl makes. She slides the toy up and down, slowly and quickly yet never once penetrating the girl’s tight little pussy. The girl lays there, moaning softly and begging with her eyes to have the vibrator slid inside her wet lips. Still, She teases the girl by increasing the vibrations and rubbing it up and down the girl’s pussy, still not allowing the girl penetration.

She eyes the girl and the girl pleads with Her using only her eyes. She smiles and tells the girl to beg her for it. The girl instantly begins to beg to have the toy inside of her.

She grins as She gently pushes an inch of the toy into the girl’s tight little cunt. The girl shudders slightly and moans. The girls asks for more but She doesn’t allow it yet. She teases the girl with that inch of toy. The girl wants more but the girl has to wait.

She asks the girl if she wants more. The girl whimpers and says she wants it all. She tells the girl to beg like a desperate whore if she wants the rest of it. The girl begs and a few seconds later, She slams the rest of the toy deep into the girl’s wet little cunt.

She fucks the girl with the toy until the girl cums. She doesn’t stop. She continues fucking the girl roughly with the toy, slamming it in and out of her cunt over and over again. She asks the girl if she wants to cum again. Between gasps, the girl says she wants more. She makes the girl beg for more and the girl does. She keeps going, fucking the girls tight cunt until the girl comes again and again.

She fucks the girl with the toy until the girl cums. She doesn’t stop. She continues fucking the girl roughly with the toy, slamming it in and out of her cunt over and over again. She asks the girl if she wants to cum again. Between gasps, the girl says she wants more. She makes the girl beg for more and the girl does. She keeps going, fucking the girls tight cunt until the girl comes again and again.

After the girl’s third orgasm, She asks if the girl wants Her to stop. The girl asks for one more. She smiles. The girl begins begging without even being told to. She grins, so proud of her little slut. She leans down and begins licking the girls clit while She continues fucking the girl with the vibrator. The girl moans, hands gripping the sheets, grinding her pussy against the toy as She licks the girls clit. The girl cums again and She pulls the toy out and licks the girls dripping pussy. She loves the way the girl tastes and She loves how plump and swollen the girls cunt lips look after She has fucked the girl with the toy.

They lay in bed, chatting and giggling, resting and waiting. Round two is coming up and this time, it will be the girl’s turn to pleasure She.

Hello World.

•December 4, 2009 • Leave a Comment

I have another blog somewhere else. Too many real life people have found it so I decided to cut back on the amount of risque stuff posted there. I had a private blog somewhere else too but not many people got to see it. So, if you know my other web-identity, don’t use it here and don’t reference anything here that would give me away.

Also, I don’t know shit about wordpress so forgive me while this page looks like crap until I can figure everything out. =)