Club Fever Part 2

As I walked through the blue arch I couldnt help but become a little nervous. My panties were soaked and my palm was sweating in his. I wasnt sure if I was ready for this, a random hook up? The intense lust I felt on the dance floor was beginning to subside, but as he lead me up the stairs in the lobby and towards the elevator; I couldnt help but watch the muscles move on his back and shoulders under the black shirt. He shoulders were wide and his hips lean, his ass, as mentioned before, was amazing in the tight-ish denim. And when he looked back at me with pure sex in his eyes I knew he was going to take amazing care of me tonight.
He hit the up arrow and immediately the elevator doors opened… I felt as though I was thrust into the small space, and he came down right on top of me. His large hands bracing either side of my face against the mirrored wall, while the classic elevator music played in the background.
I did my best to look innocently sexy as I looked up at him through my eyelashes and smiled. He began by placing his mouth on the sensitive flesh behind my ear. When I shuddered I could feel him smile. He gently kissed my neck, his hands staying braced on the wall around me. I turned my head and barely kissed his thumb. My contact broke his control.
His mouth came down on my mine, hard. His tongue again seeking out mine as he forced his way inside. His hips grinded against me, feeling delicious with the wall supporting me from behind. His hands left the wall and began to travel along my body. Starting at my shoulders, by passing my breasts completely. Just feeling the curves of my bust and hips. Feeling his way through the thin material of my shirt. I could feel the heat of his fingers through the fabric, and couldnt help but want them back on my skin. I moaned into his mouth as his hips continued to grind into mine and his hand finally got past the fabric. His fingers slipped up past the shirt once he hit my waist line and ran into the obstacle that was my belt. Moving back up, under the fabric his hands burned a trail, moving sinfully slow.
He was taking his time, no longer in a rush like he was in the cab. I tried to breath, opening my eyes and finding myself staring in to the dark swirls that captivated me on the dance floor. His hands stopped moving just under the swell of my breasts and the pressure around our pelvis’ eased as he kept contact eye contact with me and leaned back to press the large PH button on the elevator directory.

The doors slowly slid shut as his hands and mouth resumed their wicked actions. I didnt think I would last until the top floor, the Pent House Suite… Who was this sexy man?!

 

 

 

 

 

TMI:Tuesday: March 12, 2013 (Sorry Im late)

FASHION POLICE

1. What is the most revealing thing you have ever worn in public?

HMMM… I think a Halloween costume one year. I was little Bo Peep and I had a super small dress that had the corset top, which because of my large bust, barely covered anything, and I wore little fluffy panties with stilettos… and since it was Halloween, and I’m in Canada is was cold as fuck! lol

2. Have you ever unwittingly shown more than you intended in public due to a wardrobe malfunction?

YES! I was in highschool. There is a small foyer type area for the seniors, which also had its own entrance, I was coming into the doors and had  a Monroe moment, when my dress flew up and smacked me in the face. Thank go I was wearing pretty full ass underwear. Needless to say there were a lot of hoots, hollers and whistles when I finally made it into the foyer, clothing intact.

3. Are you more likely to arrive at an event over or under dressed?

Definitely over. I take pride in my appearance and would rather be the woman being gaped at because she looks stunning, even if she is overdressed, than the woman who is gawked at because she isn’t dressed properly.

4. Tell us about a time when you have arrived at a venue and immediately wished you could leave because you were dressed completely inappropriately?

As mentioned above… it’s never happened.

5. What is the one thing that a lover/man/woman wears that you love with a passion?

A white t-shirt for a man. I’ve written an entire post about this before lol. There is something simply sexy about a man in a white t-shirt and blue jeans.

for a woman: a slimming black dress, gets me every time, and either some cute pumps or daringly high stilettos.

6. What is the one thing that a lover/man/woman wears that you hate with a passion?

I’m not a fan of this new fad of men wearing flood pants (cause that’s what they are, even if you slap a “hipster” label on them) I dont want to see your ankles! Especially not in the little shoes that you wear to accompany your flood pants! Your ankles freak me out! Cover them!

Bonus: You and your friend are going to a special event and you know that he/she has spent a lot of time and possibly money on their outfit and are very excited about what they have created. They refuse to show you their outfit until you are both ready to leave for the event and you find that they look awful. What do you do?

I would tell her. I’m a very honest person and my friend appreciate this about me. I also would help her best I could by bringing her into the washroom and asking if I could tweak it a little bit to give her body either better proportions or make the outfit fit her the way it should. I always carry bobby-pins and safety pins on me for this reason.

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The Cabin

I yawned as I stretched, my body deliciously sore from the night before. I rolled over only to find myself alone in the massive bed. Wondering where you had run of to, I slide from under the sheet and peek out the window.

I can see you in the sun, splitting wood, your muscles flexing under your t-shirt, your denim riding low on your hips. Content with watching you I sit on the window sill. You have already created quite the pile, telling me you’ve been up for a while. The sweat coming through your t-shirt was also another indication of the hard work you had accomplished under the morning sun. I decide that I’ve had enough of watching you, and would rather touch you. So I grab one of your shirts from the lounge and proceed down the stairs and out to the porch.

You havent noticed me yet as I slip out the screen door and take a seat on the swinging bench. You removed your T-shirt while I wasnt watching, and your jeans had slid lower down your hips. Your skin is slick with sweat, bringing out your gorgeous tan, and the dusting of chest hair.  You raise the axe, and crack another stump in half. Moving to pick up the pieces you must feel my eyes on you, and you turn towards the cabin.

You see me, feet up on the porch railing, your long button down falling right into place between my knees, I hadn’t bothered to button it up, so you could also see the smooth skin between my breasts. I smile at you, while you grin back, leaving the wood behind you as you stalk towards the porch. I get excited as I see your eyes darken, only one purpose in mind. I lean forward on the railing, abandoning my sitting position on the swing. You come right up to me and smile, tilting my head so our lips can touch.

You smell like sweat, like man and pine tree. I shiver at the smell, drowning in the musky scent. You feel me smile against your lips, and you smile back. Shoving me back into the swing, you hop over the porch railing and slide between my open legs. I can feel your cock straining against the denim, pushing against my thigh. I let my head fall back into your hand as your body envelopes mine. Propping one foot up on the railing I open myself up to you, while tilting my hips up to meet yours. I can feel you smiling while your lips caress my neck.

“I felt you watching me from the bedroom, shy girl”

I squirm at the thought of being found out. Your hips push father into my core as your kisses turn to nips.

“What am I going to do with you now?”

You feel the moan low in  my throat as you continue to rotate your pelvis into mine, and tease my neck and ears. Your hands have yet to move from supporting my head, and holding onto the swing. How I wish you would just take me right here on the porch swing. About to whisper my idea into your ear, you promptly pick me up and make your way into the cabin. As we make our way through the wooden home you begin to kiss me, kicking off your boots as we move. Gently at first, but by the time you get us to the bathroom, you have grown rougher, your scruff rubbing against my cheeks and neck.

You set me down on the counter, my legs hanging off the edge.

“Stay put”

I do as you say. You walk over to the shower, while undoing your jeans, but not removing them. After you adjust the temperature of the spray to your liking you turn back and walk back towards the counter, your grin grows with every step you take, as does the tent in your denim, you left your zipper for me.

Once you finally reach my open legs, I unzip your jeans, and push them down your hips, while pulling you into my body with my ankles. Your mouth comes dow hard on mine, while your hands finally explore my body. Sliding beneath the light, white fabric, your calloused hands mark my body with prints and lust. You grasp my ass and move me closer to the edge of the counter as you step out of your jeans you shuffle forward to meet me. We continue to battle with our mouths and tongues. Supporting my weight under my ass you pick me up. I wrap my legs around you while I continue to assault your lips, face and neck with my kisses. You walk us towards the shower, you’re completely naked, but have refused to remove your shirt from my body.

Stepping into the shower you put yourself under the spray and gently set me on my feet. I waste no time, already knowing what I want, I kneel on the warm tile and place y hands on your thighs has I work your hard cock into my mouth. I moan. Your cock twitches. You can feel the vibrations of the sounds I’m making. Your head falls back and the spray assaults my back.

I flip my head back, abandoning you, as I look up, the spray now assaulting my front, and allowing the white fabric to cling to my tits. My nipples are hard, straining to be free of the cloth. I run my fingers through my hair, as I stare up at you, while I resume what I was doing. Leaning forward, again I brace myself on your thighs, my lips tease your head, as my tongue begins to lick you from tip to base. I can feel your hand stroking my hair. Once my tongue makes it back up to the tip of your shaft I take you completely into my mouth and enjoy the sensation of your stroking turn to a strong grip of my hair. I work your cock in and out of my mouth, with help of your strong grip. You spread your legs wider as I cradle your balls, tugging slightly as you continue to fuck my mouth.

I can feel your balls contract as I continue to lick, kiss and suckle you, you’re almost there, I can feel your cock pulsating in my mouth. Without being able to form my next thought, your hands come up under my shoulders and raise me up to face you. You turn our bodies towards the tiled wall and walk me back until I can feel the cool tile on my back. I attempt to remove your soaked T-shirt, but you grab my wrist and put my arm above my head. Holding my right arm there, you bring my left up to join and your large hand traps both of mine.  You bend your head down and take my mouth. I strain against your hand, but without success. You have me pinned against the wall. Your foot bumps mine, and you nudge my legs wider apart. With one hand still holding mine against the tile the other begins to explore, while your hips move your cock against my slick, wet skin.

Trailing your hand down my neck, you finally fit your hand around my breast, pushing it into me, while attempting to fit your hand around it. I moan and try to move my hips to rightly position your throbbing cock. Your knee stops me from moving as you grind into my pussy. Your tongue still assaulting my mouth, and your hand still working my breast, your knee continues to press into me and I cant help but grind back. Leaving my breast your hand trails down my abdomen and replaces your knee. Without hesitation you slip in two digits and I begin to move against your hand. My hands straining to touch you, but not able to get free. All I can do is trying to get closer to you through my kiss, and hips.

You continue to fuck me with your fingers, your foot moving my legs farther apart, when my thighs clench around your arm. Thankfully the torture doesn’t last long as you release my hands and again, pick me up, forcing my body hard against the wall as you rotate your pelvis, working your cock into my tight cunt. I tilt my hips as much as possible, to allow better access while my hands explore your neck, shoulders, back and deliciously dark hair. Your chest hair rubs against my breasts, the shirt finally out-of-the-way so I can feel your skin on mine. I pull you closer into me and deepen the kiss, finally I can feel your hips against mine, your cock fully sheathed.

You begin to move, slowly, unhurried, but hard. Your hips hit mine as your cock pumps in and out of my body. I can only dig my nails into your shoulders and bit your lip.

“Harder…. faster…” I whisper into your neck

“What do you say?” Your words taunt me

“Please… fuck me, hard” My body clenches as your speed increases. I can feel my orgasm coming, my clit aching with the upcoming explosion it is about to feel. My nipples are so hard with anticipation, rubbing against your chest. Our hips slap water away as they come together, hard and fast. I can feel your cock twitch, and your breathing has quickened against my neck. I hold onto you as tight as I can, my teeth replacing my nails on your shoulder.

Your hands grip my ass, moving my body every which way you want, allowing your cock to impale me every-time. You find our new rhythm and keep it going, hard and fast. The water is getting cold, not that it matters as our bodies strain to stay close to one another. My climax hits me and my head flies back, resting against the tile as an explosion rocks my body. My pussy clenches and spasms, making your cock feel even bigger. You continue to thrust and pump into me, biting my lip and grinning as your own orgasm crashes down over you. I can feel your cock pulsating, your load invading my body, you continue to pump until you can no longer feel anything… we both slide to the shower floor.

 

TMI:Tuesday- March 05, 2013

Making Sacrifices and Resisting Temptation

 

 

1. What did you give up for lent?

um… I havent given anything up for lent. Im not practicing religion at the moment. Although I am working on living a healthier lifestyle, which means Ive been attempting to cut out, or give up the current volume of consumption of pop.

2. What sexually could you never give up?

Foreplay. Need it, want it. Always.

3. What act would you like to do for 40 days and 40 nights?

hmmm… there are a lot of things i enjoy sexually, but i dont think I like one thing enough to do it for 40 days and nights… and that may ruin it too lol too much of a good thing lol (sorry, I guess thats not playing along lol)
One thing, if i must name just one, that I enjoy is kissing, everywhere. A good make-out session though… well that is just awesome and can lead to so many other things.

4. What sexual sacrifice have you made? Why?

I was initially against anal… I dont think it can be classified as a sacrifice, but I am warming myself up to the act so that I can give Bear something that I have never experienced with anyone else. Its a slow but progressive process.

5. Have you aver been tied to a cross or anything else?

I love being tied up! We currently purchased an under the bed restraint system and I cant get enough of it. :p

6. What part of your body do you like worshiped?

Do i have to pick one part? … *whine* … let me think

7. What can your partner do to you that makes you feel true bliss?

Hold me after he has brought me to orgasm.

Bonus: Tell us about a time you were tempted. Did you give in or resist?

Bear and I have been together for almost 6 years now… so I havent been single in a long time lol, not that this bothers me at all… but the temptation with Bear is so hard not to give into… but here is something, and Im not telling if it is true… or my wonderful imagination at work :p

As we sat across the booth from one another I couldnt stop thinking about his mouth… on my mouth… his hands all over my body. I couldnt remember a time when he hadnt been in my life. But we had always just been friends… hell we made fun of one another. But now… sitting over a plate of fries… we were flirting, and I was turned on… omg. Weird… but it was so exciting!

I watched his mouth move, but his words werent registering while I shuffled in my seat, wishing my jeans werent so tight. I took a deep breath and tried to refocus on the conversation… he was just talking about his plans for the weekend… and his truck.

In attempts to relieve pressure between my legs I shifted again and my bare ankle brushed his. His brown eyes grew dark and his mouth stopped moving. Im not sure how but my foot started to move by itself. My soft skin rubbing against his. I could feel his body shift, and his leg moved a little closer to me underneath the table.

In his cocky way he leaned back against the booth and tried to look cool and calm. But I had witnessed that look before, when he used it on other girls, and now the little bastard was using it on me… and I was falling for it.