Swing: Part I
by Lady Cheeky
My lover Steve and I hit a new milestone last weekend… we had a four-some. We swang? Swung? What’s the past-tense of swing? To be honest, we had been talking about it for a while as it was a fantasy for both of us. We belonged to a couple of websites that catered to the “swinging” crowd and had spoken to a few couples – almost getting together with one, but no one seemed to make us both feel warm and fuzzy. I mean, if you think about it, it’s hard enough for people to find ONE person they can get along with, want to have sex with and want to partner up with let alone another couple that fits at least part of that description for two people. Well, last weekend we found a potential match.
We met for drinks at a nice restaurant to gauge chemistry. Steve and I were in our “date night finest”. I was wearing a low-cut black wrap dress and black boots and he was in a white tailored shirt and jeans … comfortably casual. When the couple, Mark and Cate walked in I was very pleasantly surprised. She was beautiful with dark hair, a shapely body and a killer smile. He was handsome, strongly built and a confidence that radiated from his piercing eyes. There was an instant attraction on my part. I’m a straight girl, but I did find her sexy and there was no question I felt a stirring from him. I couldn’t read Steve at the time … so I would have to wait and see.
We all got along and after a couple of glasses of wine were invited to their place. Earlier on the phone, Cate had said if all went well she probably wouldn’t participate as she would prefer to watch this evening. My heart was pounding … was I about to get expertly fucked by two gorgeous guys tonight?! The excitement was buzzing through me. Mark had suggested I go with him in his car and Steve go with Cate in his car and we’d meet at their house. Steve and I looked at each other for any sign of discomfort … there was none … so off we went.
The minute Mark and I entered the empty elevator he looked deeply into my eyes and said “I just have to kiss you”. He leaned over and softly, yet passionately kissed me, one hand on my back the other behind my head. My nipples immediately pointed toward him and the effect was dizzying. Our chemistry was electric. “I’m sorry. I hope you didn’t mind” he said “I’ve just wanted to do that since I walked into the bar.” I don’t think I got out any intelligible words. I was stupefyingly deluged with all the sparks between us. Once in the car, all bets were off. I think that everyone who knows me, knows how much a car turns me on. Steve was a gentleman, so the fact that he asked if he could kiss me again made me even hotter. I nodded, and with that we were enveloped in a haze of sloppy wet kisses. Our throaty groans begat a blistering yearning to fuse into each other. His hands and mouth glided from my mouth, to my neck and then to my chest. He gently lifted my left breast hidden in my dress, circled my nipple with his thumb and descended upon it with gentle fervor. My breasts were sensitive and extremely ready to be touched and sucked. When his tongue encircled my taut nipple I felt the result in my sex. I was ready and one quick brush with his hand across my pulsing pussy, he knew we had to get to his house fast – if we didn’t stop now we would be noticeably late to meet Cate and Steve.
The house was a spacious ranch style home in the Hancock Park neighborhood of Los Angeles. Upscale and inviting, it was a alluring place to envision our first menage-a-quatre. Steve and Cate were already there with a glass of wine for all of us and we adjourned to the living room. Cate started the conversation by asking us what we’ve done before … sexually. Both Steve and I have had a menage-a-trois, separately but hadn’t done anything aside from a nudist resort/public sex weekend together. “It’s always been a curiosity and a fantasy for both of us” I said, “Actually, up until now we’ve mainly been looking for someone to watch us have sex but then stumbled upon you two” I offered with a smile. This excited Cate “I could definitely enjoy watching you have sex” she said matter-of-factly. “But first … I want to see your tits.” I have to admit I was surprised … but not too surprised not to oblige – I promptly lifted them out of my dress so she could see. “Nice …” she cooed and got up and motioned toward the bedroom. Steve and I looked at each other, smiled and made our way to our next big adventure.
… to be continued
The Bullet, The Rabbit And The Moon
By Lady Cheeky (Originally published 6/10)
After the latest short tease of time we had today on IM I was turned on beyond measure. Hot from the words, the feelings, the sexual tension and arousal. My pussy throbbed – whining to be pleased. I escaped into the bedroom and stripped naked, leaving my jeans and panties on the floor – sopping with my juices and a few shades darker for the wetness.
I had received my “bullet” today, the perfect toy to tease and taunt my clit in preparation for your mouth … your hands … your cock. I fell on the bed, legs hanging over the side. Before I began I explored my body … imagining it was you discovering me for the first time. Kissing and appreciating every curve, every lush square inch of my perfect skin … my body was an surreal frontier for your wandering hands and though they had been on many of these explorations, there had never been one quite like this. Even my imperfections were cared for and proclaimed perfect for they were a part of me and here you were communing with my very nature. Blending into me like oil on the skin.
My feet rose and rested on the wall next to the bed – spread wide so you could see your handiwork and my hand could mimic your own. I started the bullet and felt its powerful vibration through my fingers. Touching first my nipples with the humming point, they immediately arose to attention … aroused and sexy … licking my lips as they had become dry from heavy breathing.
I guided the bullet down my torso, past my stomach and let it hover delicately on my mons. I could feel the vibration almost as an insect flapping its wings and no more … but that was enough. My lips started to fill with blood, and I could feel my clit apart from all other parts of my pussy … making it known as the leader, the one who should be courted. My bullet grazed the sides of my lips making my body flinch with possibility. It then made itself known to the back of my slit where it would begin its slow and slick journey up toward the tip of my cunt where my pearl sat waiting. Incrementally almost in perceptively it made its way toward the front of my slit, searching the left side of my lips for solace and reprieve. There was none, but when it had almost reached its destination, the pearl of my pussy throbbed in expectation wanting, begging, needing to explode.
Down went the bullet mockingly. Back toward my backside and starting up the right side to continue this treatment again from another direction. Again my clit grew even more swollen and was sorely disappointed.
I continued this a couple of more times until it was clear that should I do it once again my clit would lose its patience and come without my consent … without my touch … without my Martin.
Tortured and frustrated and now in quite a bad mood I got up. Slipped on a summer dress sans panties and ran out to do errands. The cool fall air would feel good on my hot pussy.
My main errand was to go to the aptly named “HUSTLER” store which, as the name implies, is a sex shop. I had to get something different for Martin to explore me with … something even more enticing.
I decided to get the infamous “Rabbit” that I’d heard tell about. I had not believed it was everything my girlfriends said but I didn’t believe a lot of things a couple of weeks ago and had been proven wrong. All different shapes and sizes, bells and whistles, all adorned with rhinestones and glitter, awash in hot pink silicone and pearl gears. This must’ve been what the executives at the adult toy company must’ve imagined all woman would want their vibrators to look like. Not me. Too tacky. Where would I find a simple and classic “rabbit” to call my own. There I found it. Sans the trappings of flashy adverts and flashier housing. The simple … the original … THE ICONIC RABBIT
And so here I sit, staring at the new moon that you just sent over to keep me company… waiting to use it for the first time with my venerated lover … my swain – Martin Guerre.
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The Rapture: Another Real-Life Encounter With Lady Cheeky and Mr. Guerre
By Lady Cheeky (originally written 8/10)
I find you naked on the bed as I enter the room in my pink slip. No covers. Sitting up. Waiting with a devilish smile on your face.
“Looks like you have something on your mind” I say with a smirk, swaying over to your side of the bed.
“I do.” you answer, mirroring my taunting smile. Climbing on top of you, balancing myself with my hands on your shoulders, ”Do you? And what would that be Mr. Guerre?”. Now straddling you we can speak face-to-face. I can feel your excitement now and certainly you can feel mine as both our sexes come in contact.
“Well … ” you say, “first I begin with discovering the best route from each side of your jaw …” Your fingers find each mandible and begin to trace back and forth. “… to that little well you keep at the bottom of your neck …” your fingers begin to fall away, slowly moving along the ridge of my mental foramen descending to each Submaxillary Triangle and then meet at the hyoid bone. Together again, your other fingers join the fray. Your hands, so encompassing around my little neck, begin their exploration of the rest of the journey to your destination. Your thumbs now joined side by side at my Thyroid Cartilage, the rest of your fingers holding my teetering head in place. You could end my life if you chose. Your hands are in perfect position, my body relaxed, limp and guileless. Somehow the deep-rooted instinct to tense in preparation for such an attack has clenched my buttocks much but not much else.
Your thumbs slow and loosen to a graze instead of a drag as you approach your destination “Ah, and right here my Lady … right here would be your Jugular Notch, that little well above your clavicle. So exposed … so sexy …” your head moves forward and your lips just beat your thumbs to the target. A light kiss signals that the expedition has reached it’s zenith. My head has thrown itself slightly back and off-center during this trek and the skin on my neck, already tingling with arousal is made even more sensitive by the stretching of the skin. Your kisses are causing my skin to shiver in slight trembling shudders. Your mouth follows the path your fingers took earlier and makes it’s way up my neck to my jaw. My head back on my shoulders in it’s proper place I can now tilt it expertly so you have clear access to my ear should you decide …. ” Oh!” (you decided) you nip my ear. I smile.
My body is undulating on it’s own on your lap. I have no control over the oscillation of my hips, nor the molten juices depositing on your member. The right strap of my slip has fallen exposing my breast and my taut and rosy nipple. I can sense you notice and begin to attack another area of my body.
“Not so fast Mr. Guerre” my hands remove yours from my shoulders as I fix them behind you. A scarf, furtively placed under your pillow earlier has now been put into play and in no time at all has fixed your wrists together, unable to move … but more frustratingly, unable to touch.
“Arrrgh!” you moan as you flop your back to the headboard. Your game is over now and you know it.
Hopping off you with a little laugh I grab another, longer scarf from the nightstand. “uhhh … ” you say as you curiously watch me grab your muscular legs, spreading them apart and then bending your knees so that the soles of your feet touch each other. “Yes? Have a question Mr. Guerre?” I bind your ankles and your feet together, exposing your jewels to any number of dangers … or pleasures. Rendered speechless and knowing you have little currency with which to win your freedom, you succumb. The control you carry with you day in and day out has been forcibly constrained and is under my command. There is nothing to do but comply and hope that I will be merciful in anything I plan to assail.
Sauntering back over to your side, my breast still exposed and swaying when I move, your eyes pinned on the pointy and tight nipple you so desperately want to toy with. I can see your tumescent manhood waving – glistening with a combination of both our fluids. Staring straight into your eyes I tease, “Looks like you’ve made a bit of a mess here”. My hands now appearing instantly, fondling your balls, you groan in obvious delight. “Hmmmm …” I mockingly toy with how to take care of the shiny spillage. “Shall I get a towel?”
“No” you grumble
“a tissue?”
“No!” you moan
“Oh! Shall I leave it? is that what you want?”
“NO! Nooooo!” you cry
“Hmmm. Then there’s really no other way …” as soon as I finish my sentence my tongue is at the juncture of your balls and your shaft. My hands holding you in place, pointed and determined it wraps itself all the way around the base of your cock leaving the rest untouched. You shiver and wriggle, “Control yourself Mr. Guerre, I won’t tolerate insolence”, you seem to calm a bit, but under much constraint. My tongue has descended now and made her way to your balls. Encompassing them with my full lips and sucking them into the warm confines of my mouth I can feel the delicate skin and the structure underneath as I flip and dart the flat of my tongue about them, forcing them to gently hit against the lining of my mouth while sucking the air out and pressurizing this personalized cavern for your enjoyment. My fingers are grazing and exploring your ass, probing your star and tickling your taint. Your body is in spasm now and not under your control. I can feel the juice from my slit starting to fall down my thighs, “Mmmmmmmmm” I moan as I suck on those gorgeous balls. The vibration of my moans makes the pleasure almost unbearable. Your legs are thrashing as I continue to moan. My hands now dipping into that sweet nectar between my thighs and bringing their fragrant and sweet taste to your lips. You devour this manna like a starving animal, sucking every last drop from each of my fingers.
I release your balls “good boy, Mr. Guerre” a coy smile and I begin anew on your shaft. Taking the flat of my tongue and again circling around the shaft. My hands again dipping into the well of elixir between my legs and now placing it on your shaft, following the trail left by my occupied mouth. Up and up I work, my hands following suit with steady and firm strokes to compliment my moves. Your body is trembling in expectation of my tongue on your crown … I’m …. just …. about …. there …. and then I stop.
You cry out in defiance and frustration. I lick my fingers giving me a chance to take in my own taste.
“Mmmmmm. Excellent” the flavor and scent seems to send me into a semi-hypnotized sway. My right hand disappears again under my slip and appears again shimmering with my extract, except this time, instead of your lips or mine, I paint it on my still exposed breast. Letting out an unexpected whimper of randiness I begin to slip off the other strap and we both watch as my slip falls to the floor. For the first time you can see my sex. The tuft of hair matted down with my cum, the surrounding bare flesh of my mons and thighs saturated with my broth … and now, the same sweet sight reflecting off my abundant breasts. You have no words and the sounds emanating from your mouth are guttural.
Beyond aroused, my movements determined, I clutch your cock in my hands, you watch breathless as my lips meet your crown and as I flick your frenulum with the tip of my tongue your body jerks and your back arches. “Don’t cum yet my love …” my voice sweet but firm “…I have other plans for you”. With that I plunge your cock past my lip wrapped teeth, your cock head now fully ensconced in my snug, warm, wet mouth. My cheeks sucked in so they hug your shaft as your head softly hits the roof of my mouth and plummets fully down my throat. I have tucked you in entirely and you can feel my lips at your balls, my hands at once cradling them and teasing your taint as I begin again. My head rises and your tip pops out of my firm opening and then just as quickly pops back in. In and out. With each successive movement your head thrashes, your body jerks, the timbre of your groans becomes more throaty and gruff. In … out … tease … fondle. I can tell your close as your balls begin to tense. “Not yet, Mr. Guerre …” My movements stop suddenly and I can swear I hear you begin to cry. “… not until you’re inside me and I’m riding you. I want to feel your rigid dick gliding through my tight slit and into my sopping wet, narrow pussy …” with that I hop on top of you. Straddling your hips I take your cock in my hands and rake your head back and forth on my dripping slit “how does that feel Mr. Guerre? Does that feel good? Shall I let you in? Shall I let you lay there while I ride you fast and feverishly?” I taunt
“Yesssssss” you whimper “please, please”
“I see …” I stop dragging your cock between my legs and instead slide down so it now rests between my ample breasts. “Not here?” I move and writhe making a perfect valley for your cock to pillage, a journey made easy by the copius amount of cum from my cunt.
“Arrrggghhhhhh!!!!!!!” You wail
“Oh. I’m sorry. Is this not enjoyable?” I drop your cock immediately and sit up. “ohhhhh I know … of course! How silly of me!” Straddling you once more, but this time just above your cock (making certain you can rest in between my ass cheeks) I cup my breasts and hold them in front of your mouth, just out of reach. “It’s these you want? Do you want to taste my juice on my tits before I fuck you?”
“Oh yes” you’re eyes wild and darting like a starving man before a feast. “Ok then Mr. Guerre, just a quick taste …” lifting my right breast to your mouth you take me in. hermetically sealed to my nipple, devouring it any way you can, wriggling against your constraints, wanting to grab, pinch, knead and squeeze but my knots are tight ad you cannot break free. Pulling away the sound of pressurized air makes a ‘pop’ sound and your face is contorted -slack-jawed, eyes like a wolf – feral and hungry. As I feed you the left breast your mouth attaches to it like a magnet, sucking and biting and swirling your tongue. My back is arching as my sex throbs and gets even hotter by the second. I can feel myself dripping around your sides and know I cannot wait much longer myself. My hips grinding into yours as my need to have you fill me grows exponentially. My hands on your head guiding your face on my tits. letting you feast on this appetizer before the final course. “Mr. Guerre?” I whisper close to your ear. You are way too busy to answer as my hands glide slowly down your muscular arms to your back, feeling your smooth skin on their way down to meet your bound wrists. You feel me there and know what comes next. Your mouth leaves my breasts and attacks mine. Lips slightly parted, tongue darting, head moving in concert with mine. My hands begin to loosen the knot – your mouth opens taking my lips in your mouth and then moving to my jaw, my neck, my ear. Now it is I that am uncontrollable – writhing and moaning and grinding as if my sheer will could make us join together. You feel the bonds on your wrists slack, and faster than a rabbit you are free, your hands now on either side of my head furiously pressing into me, devouring my mouth, my face. My hands on your chest, I break away “Fuck me now Mr. Guerre”. With that, you pounce and suddenly I am on my back, my own hands pinned above my head “Oh I’ll fuck you my Lady…” one hand holding my wrists and the other now kneading my breasts as you grind your cock against my clit “I’ll fuck you when I’m good and ready”.
My breath escapes me. My craving at it’s pinnacle. All this teasing has been torture for me as well but you’re not seeing it that way right now, “Can you feel my cock on your clit my Lady? You grind into me again “Can you feel my dick on your wet, swollen, lips?” You mean business.
“Yes, Mr. Guerre”
“Good. Now how about this?” You’re right hand leaves my breast and appears thrusting into my pussy. I jerk in surprise and cant my hips in pleasure. Three fingers plunging in and out “You feel so good my Lady. So soft and wet” taking out your hand to suck on the liquid your eyes close in sweet enjoyment. When they open they are poring into my own and with a quick flash your hands are off my wrists and throwing my legs on your shoulders and then exploring my engorged nether region.
Your fingers trace the outer lips from the bottom of my slit, slowly up to the top. This is too much to take. Fingers then back down the outer lips then press softly inward and begin to trace the inner lips – ever so lightly back up toward the mons stopping just short of my throbbing swollen clit. My hands on my head now in sheer ecstasy I can no longer speak. I feel your finger now spreading me wide. the cool air of your breath blowing on my nub is a sensation that drives me wild. the sounds I’m making actually sound like chirping … begging you to take me in your mouth. I look down and catch you staring at me smiling. you’re enjoying this torment. My head flips back. I know I deserve it after the taunting I gave you earlier.
Suddenly I feel the tip of your nose on my button gently nudging it. Just that simple movement sends a pulsing through my pussy. Nudge, nudge … and then … your lips descend. Sucking and licking. Taking my jewel in your mouth and swirling it … flicking it. Then you release and blow more cool air. “Oh my Mr. Guerre!” I whisper. With that, the point of your tongue begins to probe my clit, wagging quickly, pressure firm, my hips off the bed, your hands holding my ass up to your mouth, your tongue motorized, focused, un wavering, tossing my clit back and forth, faster, harder, faster, harder, the way you know I like it. My body begins it’s ascent – first the tensing of all the muscles, back arching even higher, breath staggered and heavy, moaning, writhing … and then … “Oh! Oh! Oh! Mr. Guerre!!!!” The spasms hit. My corporeal being taken away and replaced with something other-worldly, thrashing, screaming, shuddering … You stop your assault, grab my legs above my head and plunge your cock full force into my tumid cunt. I scream in pleasure. Feeling you enter me as my pussy is still in the throes of orgasm is nirvana. Watching you drive yourself into me, grunting, pounding, until you cannot go any deeper. Grinding into me at the perfect angle. With each thrust crashing against my sweet spot making me thrash my arms and hold my body in expectant anxiety. With each sortie of your cock I get closer and closer. With each shriek and bellow your focus intensifies. Both of us close. Words of urging “Come on Babe” and “Fuck it. That’s right fuck it harder!” make it known that any second … any moment both of us will fly away and release ourselves to the other self that lives in the ether.
“That’s it babe … come on! Oh please God! God you feel so good keep fucking me HARDER!”
Until that moment, both our eyes locked and focused on each other when your hips, rigid in expulsion of your juice, screams of relief, joy and euphoria. Both of us clinging to each other to make sure we make the journey together, shaking, tingling and finally collapsing in exultation and pure delirium. Overcome with the phantasmagorical bliss that is our chemistry and has become our nutrition. A sustenance we are no longer able to survive without. A comestible of rare and potent elements, unreproducible, one without a nadir and without a boundary. A viand that has become essential to life, yet impossible to keep up with or maintain. A hunger of irascible impatience that cannot be quelled … until the next time.
… make it happen … make it soon … make it urgent
xox Your Lady Cheeky
An Erotic Missive, Inspired by …
By Lady Cheeky (Originally published 6/10)
Taking my right hand saturated in my pussy juice, I firmly hold your taut shaft
My left hand plays with your gorgeous balls.
I love how your cock tastes.
I’m stroking your shaft and massaging your balls between my fingers
every now and then I dip my head down to quickly lick up your pre cum
so as not to waste a drop of your divine elixir
my middle finger on my left hand grazes your anus, teasing it
seeing your body flinch and twist with my touch excites me
so I continue, as I stroke your glistening, hard dick faster
Intermittently, I add the extra compliment of my mouth
soft and warm on your crown, enveloping your manhood
accepting it
using my hand in motion to extend the pleasure of my mouth
wet and smooth
my tongue washes over your tip on it’s way down my throat
Your cock can feel every taste bud, every ripple on my tongue
my left hand, after first wetting my fingers with my own cum, is on your taint now
and then working them in your ass, pressing against your prostate…
writhing and jerking … you know it feels too good
you can barely stand it
Moaning and moaning and moaning for me
I look up at you, now sucking on your cock harder
squeezing your shaft tighter
to approximate the tightness of my pussy
I moan as I take you in my mouth
your precum sliding out of your slit
my lips slurping it up
drinking it in as I thrust you in and out
teasing your cock with my tongue
sometimes running your tip across my smooth front teeth for a surprise of texture
wiggling my finger in your ass
you are moaning louder now
I am moaning loader now
because you fill me
and it tastes so good
you taste so good
I love your cock in my mouth more than anything
your dick is stunning and I want to devour it
my actions speak for themselves as I keep thrusting you deeply
back into my throat
moving my head side to side so you get all the sensations my mouth can provide
pursing my lips over my teeth
lapping at you as you enter
and sucking on you as you exit
getting firmer with my tension when your cock exits my mouth
so that your rim is “flicked” by my tight lips and then
thrusting you quickly back in
my mouth feels better than my tight pussy
this sensation is like no other for you
made better knowing that I’m thoroughly enjoying it
I’m sucking you off so feverishly
that you cannot believe this sensation possible
my left palm rubbing your balls
my left finger massaging and entering your anus
I can feel you want to cum
I can feel you about to explode
I want you to cum hard
sucking on your cock moving it in and out
side to side
hitting the inside of my cheeks
moaning
taking you all the way in my mouth
until my lips touch the top of your balls
and then shaking my head
humming for you so you feel the vibration
I want you to cum for me
I want you to shoot your load in my mouth
so I can feel it slide down my throat
Mmmm and when you cum
Shivering and shaking
I am drinking you
slurping your product down my throat
Tasting your full masculine flavor
Proudly lapping up your seed
Finally, moving to your thighs to
kiss away the remnants
not to waste
Mmmmmm
was that a good orgasm?
Fuck
I LOVE YOUR COCK
You dick is the stuff of dreams
EXCLUSIVE HOT EXCERPT! The Cowboy Singer by Paula Tiberius
The kiss escalated quickly and he found himself exploring the inside of that robe. She was wearing this silky, frilly purple piece of heaven. How hadn’t he noticed it poking out from the plush terry cloth? He ran his hands over her thighs and felt her body tense and heard her breathing grow rapid against his ear. He knew they were headed for another night of bliss.
April was the best lover James had ever experienced. And it had nothing to do with technique or body parts. They just felt so right together. She made him crazy with soft kisses on his neck, his chest, his belly. By the time she reached his thighs he was already out of his mind and she sat up to look at him, a giggle escaping her lips. He loved the way she made him feel, so connected to her. Without letting her eyes leave his, she climbed on top of him and gently lowered herself down. Pure silken ecstasy enveloped him. He wondered where all this new energy had come from since she was supposed to be completely exhausted, but he wasn’t complaining.
He reached up and stroked her breasts and rib cage underneath the silky material. She gently thrust her hips back and forth, driving him closer and closer to the brink. He grabbed her buttocks and held them still for a moment. She seemed surprised.
“Slow down, Cowgirl. I’m in no rush.”
A lingering, sexy smile broke out on her face as she pulled her negligee off completely. What a body. She leaned over and let her breasts graze his chest. He slid his hands into her hair and pulled her face to his for a long, tender kiss. Their tongues danced together to the rhythm of their bodies and again he felt like he might lose control too soon. He wanted to bring her over the edge first. He gently thrust his hips higher and higher and finally felt her body tense. Pretty soon she was unable to keep kissing his mouth and just gripped his hair with both fists, her breath ragged. She started calling out his name. This was his absolute favorite part.
“James! James! It’s so intense!” Heh heh. As far as he was concerned, his own pleasure was nothing compared to the satisfaction of pleasing April.
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Story:
April Connors figured her love life was on hold indefinitely now that she was about to have a baby while temporarily staying at her grandmother’s house (what a turn-on!). Meeting infamous country singer Jimmy Wick may have made her giant belly flip, but she was filing him under a big “as if.” No man in his right mind would fall for a gal this pregnant, and besides, she needed to focus on herself and the baby. James Warwick (a.k.a. Jimmy Wick) was not in his right mind. His ex-wife was petitioning for full custody of the only thing that made him happy besides playing music, his four-year-old princess, Summer, and the thought of losing her had him crazier than an outhouse rat. His saving grace was his new ‘friend’ April who he was falling head over heels for. The only problem was, April had just been knocked up, dumped and stranded by the last guy she was with and was in no mood to go down that road again. She was hellbent on getting her life back on track just as James was watching his fall apart, leaving them both caught off guard by the unstoppable romance that would sweep them off their feet.
For You On A Blue Day
*the sun will rise tomorrow as usual, but it will glow more brightly because you love me.
when I feel its warmth – it is your breath, not the sun, that surrounds envelopes my shoulders.
the tan it leaves is you’re claiming of me.
when this sun sets and the moon takes it’s place … our moon,
it will shine with more brilliance than ever before because I love you.
when it’s light leads your way to me, it is I that will claim you when you arrive at my door.
when we join at the changing of theses celestial bodies, from day to night and night to day, we will make
the brisk dawn and
the sultry twilight.
and in those misty hours
we will finally and forever
claim each other.
i love you
- Lady Cheeky, 2011
*(It’s awful and precious I know, but I wrote it in one sitting and I meant it … what are ya gonna do?)
The Longest Wait
By Lady Cheeky (Originally written 8/10/10)
Sitting in the lobby of the trendy and overly decorated hotel waiting for him. It had been two months since I had any contact with him … almost three months since we made love.
But things just changed. They had taken a turn in my favor. And for any lovelorn woman who has ever fantasized of her lost lover impetuously jumping on a plane bringing nothing with him but his I.D. to win his girl back, this was a dream come true.
But why then, was I not jumping out of my skin, tears in my eyes waiting at the window with a pie and his slippers? Instead, I was in a leather armchair, in a poorly styled “hip” hotel listening to house music just a little too loud for comfort.
I was nervous. I wasn’t when he said he was taking the next flight out. I wasn’t when I booked the room. I wasn’t when I walked to the elevator to get to the lobby. But now, now my skin was vibrating, my heart pounding and my hands shaking - tracing figure eight’s on my iPhone screen with my finger, rehearsing disjointed platforms of ultimatums and scorned woman rhetoric that felt unnatural, but kept my mind occupied.
I had left him and banned him from my life two months ago. I did this to save my soul and my mind. He had made a choice for his life’s path that wasn’t in sync with mine. A choice that was the oil to my water … the two could not stay mixed together without eventually parting. I needed more and he needed something else.
And then, without warning, he told me that was no longer the case. If he jumped on the next plane to see me could he explain? Shocked, what could I say? If the one thing keeping us apart was now not an issue then I owed it to myself to listen. I was “the love of his life”, he told me … but I had known that he was the love of mine for a while. I knew what discovering that was like and it sounded as though he was on that ship and that ship had left the port. But, I dare not think this way. I should hear him out first. I can’t do this to myself again without proof.
Two months ago I never would have been here regardless of what he had to say. I was beyond my limit of angry, hurt and defeated. I was done understanding and being supportive and getting him between business trips. We never saw each other but once or twice a month and then, only for a couple of days at a time on average. That’s fine for recreational lovers, but not for lovers in love. I loved him. I knew he loved me, he just didn’t know it yet. If he did, he wouldn’t have taken that job in London cutting our time together down to a few days a year. A prestigious, career changing job. An important job. A job that would be his friend, lover and confidante as I would not be there to fulfill that role.
I cried for a month straight. In my bedclothes 24/7 and not leaving the house. Sleeping 12 hours a day and then 3 hours a day. Eating cookies for dinner and wine or Xanax for dessert. Trying to numb myself while not doing too much damage. 30 days and 10 lbs larger I began to surface. I guess my body couldn’t take the intensity and the drama of the situation with Guerre and was ready to move on to my usual intensity and drama that is my life.
I started dating again, but I found my mind wander and my heart followed. Sex was perfunctory with these gentlemen. Bless their hearts they tried, and with the right woman it would have worked … but I was spoiled … no … I was inured to anyone else. My body knew it was the perfect compliment Martin’s and it would have no other. My desire waned … my orgasms became less frequent … my fantasies too painful to be frequent as Guerre would pop up unexpectedly in odd places and take over.
One night in particular, I had retreived my handy “Rabbit” and was bound and determined to make myself come. Low lights, soft music, candles, lingerie a little porn on the TV with the sound off and I was off to see the Wizard. The Rabbit is a miracle of technology. Whirring and oscillating inside me while the ears surround my clit vibrating while they slap it around.
I dreamed of being dressed to the nines in a high box at the Opera (don’t ask, because I hate the opera). I look great in red velvet strapless gown and my hair up and clearly I’ve been working out. A gentleman is seated late in the only other seat in the box … next to me. It’s dark as the first act has begun … I glance over but cannot see his face … but, he is tall (whirrrr, slap-slap, mmmm) at least 6’2” – 6’-3” …
Back to the opera … La Rondine … I figure I’ll stay until “O Mio Babino Caro” and then I’m outta here.
The gentleman next to me is leaning forward arms on the edge of the box seemingly entranced by the performance. “Gay man” I think “Gay, gay, gay. Gay as the day is long. G.A.Y. Gay”. God, I have good Gaydar, I should really be studied. A little proud, I sit up in my chair a bit which startles my neighbor for some reason and he turns to me. All I can see are his blue/green eyes. Is it the lighting, because surely eyes don’t glow like that? We hold a glance for more than the moment should last … until my purse falls on the floor between us. As we both go to retrieve the bag our cheeks graze … my right … his left. Suddenly we both stop at the same time and are frozen in this position. The current we experience at this innocent, accidental touch is nothing short of otherworldly. It is so meaningfully sharp and distinct it renders us immobile for a moment. Until, again in unison, we begin to look up at each other to get, what I assume, would be confirmation from the other that that current existed. As our heads rise slowly and our eyes meet, a rush … a wave of excitement and desire rage to flush my cheeks. As we both move toward for a kiss his face hits the light and I can see … it’s … it’s … GUERRE! My heart skips a beat, we both smile hungrily … longingly … and as if seeing food for the first time after a long starvation, we join together in a whirlwind of kisses and gropes and grunts and … and …
Whirr, slap-slap! “Mmmmmmooooohhhhhhh!HHHHHH AAAAAHHH!!!!!!! OH YES!”. Orgasm hits while he is sucking my ear. Panting, I regain control and realize it was just a fantasy. No Guerre here with me to share the orgasm after bask with. Just me and two overly made up tarts on the TV licking each other… and the sobbing begins, until I fall asleep with sore eyes, a stuffed nose and a massive headache.
But soon he’ll be here … in the flesh… arms wrapped around me, owning my body. Sinking into his tall, strong frame I will exhale for the first time in months.
To be continued …
Something Else (Reader Submission)
They didn´t do this kind of stuff, usually. “Let´s try something else,” she´d said. He was no longer sure if this was a good idea. He didn´t like being tied to this chair. He preferred to be in control of whatever happens.
Where the hell was she? She knew how much he hated to wait.
The door opened and he could only stare at her. She wore a tiny maid´s dress, her tits practically spilling out of the tight black blouse. There was no way he´d be able to be patient and indulge whatever game she had planned while she was wearing that. What on earth was she thinking? He suddenly had the overwhelming urge to take her right here on the dining table, her ankles wrapped around his neck. And he would make her come even harder than last night, when she was screaming in pleasure, so loud that he was afraid the neighbors might call the police.
He broke out of his fantasy long enough to realize she was talking to him.
“How nice to see you bound like this. Such a strong man… but soooo helpless right now. Ah, what should I do with you? How should I use you for my pleasure? And when?”
She paused. “Maybe I´ll just leave you alone in here for a little longer.”
“Don´t you dare!” he said.
“Excuse me?” she seized his chin and stared into his eyes, her face in a mischievous expression. “Do you honestly think you have anything to say in what happens next?”
“What the fuck?” he thought and was about to say something as she put her hand over his mouth.
“If you continue being insolent, I will not let you get off. Better be a good boy, and you might get a reward.”
He was speechless, which was probably for the best. She turned around and pretended to dust a shelf, with a ridiculous feather duster she had brought along. And as she bent down to get to the bottom shelf, her skirt hiked up and gave him a perfect view. She wore nothing underneath her damn costume. The shelf seemed to be very dirty, as she took her time dusting and dusting, wiggling her ass as she worked. Nasty little tease. She was going to be the death of him!
”Baby, come on. Stop teasing me. I can see how wet you are – untie me and I´ll take care of you,” he said in a seductive tone, giving her his best puppy-dog eyes.
She turned around and grinned wickedly, saying quietly “No. Fucking. Way.”
He groaned and she stepped closer, lightly grazing his chest.
“Is my little pet getting impatient? Such a shame. We haven´t even started yet.”
And with that she took a black silk scarf out of her pocket and blindfolded him.
“You´re kidding me, right?” he murmured.
“Excuse me?” she said sharply, tugging his hair. “Did my little pet just say something?”
He kept quiet. Not being able to see anything felt strange. What was she up to? He felt her breath on his neck and shivered.
There was a light touch at his crotch. She opened his zipper – yes, yes, yes!
His cock sprang free and he felt the cool air on his skin, but that was all.
He waited.
Nothing happened.
He tried to be patient, straining his ears to hear what she was up to. But all was quiet. He wondered what she would do with him. Would he like it? Would she even care? This dominant act of hers was very convincing. And he was surprised to realize that it turned him on. A lot.
After a while he couldn´t stand the tension any longer.
“Baby?” he asked quietly.
“Don´t talk,” she said.
And nothing happened.
Finally he could hear her steps. Was she slowly circling his chair? “Such a pretty pet,” she murmured.
Something soft touched his back, stroking the skin along his spine. Much too soft for his liking. What was it? The feathery strokes moved slowly along his shoulders and arms, his chest, and downwards. And just before they reached his cock, they stopped.
He groaned.
She chuckled.
He waited.
Something soft and wet touched his throbbing erection. She licked the tip of his cock. Just for a second.
“Baby, please!” he wailed without thinking.
“Please – what?” she murmured, her lips just barely touching his ear.
“Please, touch me, fuck me, anything. I can´t take this teasing anymore.”
”Ah, ah. Still so impatient. Stick out your tongue,” she said, and he complied. He felt her tongue caressing his, tasting of him. He wanted to increase the pressure of this touch, but she withdrew.
He sighed.
”Stick out your tongue, I said.”
He complied again, and heard her moving. What was that touching his arms now?
And then her pussy touched his tongue. Fuck, she was so wet, he could practically drink her. And he did. His senses heightened by the blindfold, her smell and feel was so intense and the sensation made his cock even harder. He licked along her slit and pushed his tongue inside of her. Then he sucked her clit while stroking it with his tongue, knowing how much she loved this. She moaned and chanted “yes, yes, yes” and even though he couldn´t see her, he knew exactly how her face looked like at the moment of her climax. A look of pleasure and utmost concentration, her brows furrowed and her mouth shaping a perfect “o”.
And then there was only the sound of her breath and his, both of them panting.
“Such a good boy,” she purred into his ear.
He smiled.
“Time for your reward.”
A Gift of Pleasure
by Passion Addict
Miranda had let Jean in on her fantasy just weeks after they first met. She trusted him enough to even let him know that she also had younger lover who wasn’t available as often as she wished, so this was how she let him into her secret world.
He was comfortable sharing her and had no demands on her except to confide in her that he had slowly fallen in love. He was that type of man, a sensual and dirty romantic, driven by a lust for passion that had been eluding him until he met her. She was open and honest with him. And she even recognized he had an affect on her that let her to behave sexually free of any restraints. She only confided her most hidden thoughts and desires with him, thus drawing him in ever so deeper.
Her dream fantasy of having two men fill her ass and pussy at the same time would soon become shared knowledge with her younger lover Aaron who was more possessive. But he had slowly become willing to do anything for her. She loved them both but could never be with either one because of the tangled web of all three’s personal lives.
Her wish was to share both men on her birthday and after months of planning the three would rendezvous for a day that would last the rest of their lives.
The bar of the hotel they picked was lined with walls of beautiful rich redwood. Dimly lit and quiet from the hustle and bustle of the streets of San Francisco. A popular destination for twenty somethings on a Friday or Saturday night. But on this weekday they had the chic bar to themselves and shared some premium tequila to unwind and relax before heading up to their room. For the first time the two men saw her drink more than one shot which made her silly and even a bit guffy. She giggled at herself easily and enjoyed the verbal foreplay making both men smile and laugh and offering them both time to feel comfortable with each other and bonded by the common love they shared for her.
Under the counter she rested each hand between both lovers thighs stroking their hardness and teasingly licking her lips and laughing as if cleaning up the cum she knew would be eventually dripping down her chin.
Both men in return had a hand under her skirt. As she spread her legs, both of them kissed her ears while slowly running their fingers up her thighs towards her moist panty soaked cunt.
”I’ve dreamt about this for so long, this doesn’t seem real. . I adore both of you so much and appreciate the way you have each loved me in return. Each of you has given me incredible pleasure and the kind of affection that I’ve only dreamt about. It means everything to me that you’d both do this for me with no reserve or judgement.
Miranda smiled with that devilish grin of hers and said , ”Your cocks both feel larger than normal today. Are you both ready to fuck and DP me.?”
Aaron answered, ” Any way you want and for as long as you need” and then kissed her on the lips.
”Longer and harder than you can imagine, and I mean that in the most loving way” Jean whispered close to her ear and then French kissed the back of her neck.
With both legs now wide open and her juices beginning to glisten on the outside of her pussy, each lover began taking turns fingering her while the other circled his fingers around her clit.
Occasionally only stopping to lick their fingers before taking a sip of their drinks.
”If the two of you don’t stop that soon you’ll have me cuming and screaming right here. Take me upstairs…”
Jean whispered again, “Good idea as this is not the kind of place for you to be on your knees, blowing both of us from under the table.”
Their room was lavish, modern , with floor to ceiling mirrors behind the head of the bed and on the opposite wall bordered by shear platinum drapes. She put on her favorite music from her phone as she plugged it in and then cranked up the stereo.
Her two lovers talked about what they’d be comfortable with while admiring her.
As she fiddled with the stereo leaning over the table with her ass pointing at them the two smiled and Jean said, ”Check her out. Have you ever pounded her ass?”
”No, I haven’t but she’s been teasing me to do so. Have you?”
”Me neither but I’ve slapped her ass with my balls plenty of times. And I also brought some lube with me cause I know she’s going to want both of us in there at some point.”
”Jean, I’m not sticking my cock in the same hole with you in there.”
”I didn’t mean at the same time, but that is kind of an interesting idea.”
”Hey some ball slapping is cool with me but no crossing swords. Okay?”
”Yeah… Cool enough!”
Both of them walked up behind her as she had began to grind her ass to the music, her eyes closed and her head down while swaying her hair from side to side. They slowly began to undress her leaving only her bra and panties on and then guided her to the bed where she laid on her back. As she closed her eyes she said, “Both of you take off your clothes.”
As they undressed she peaked at them yearning to see both of them nude. Both were aroused and their erections looked gorgeous to her. Her desire for a MMF threeway had been there for years and now she had two beautiful men who she loved for different reasons in the same room together to make love with her.
Jean was the best lover she had ever had and she commented many times she would have married him if they were the same age. Aaron was her age and extremely handsome. She would give up everything if he would only leave his wife. But both pleased her so differently that together she knew this would be everything she could ever want out of a man… Or in this case… two.
As Aaron kneeled between her legs Jean knelt down behind her head and both lowered their lips to her waiting body. She opened her mouth to accept the kiss of one while the other began to kiss her neck.
Miranda thought to herself she could possibly cum from just their kisses alone while they whispered how much they loved her. As tongues and lips explored, hands and fingers glided over her chest and and under her bra. Each man had a hand on her breast and the other caressing each side of her face. It was too much for her to try and resist as her hands soon found their straining cocks.
“No jerking us off yet”, Jean said as he pulled away from her lips and knelt beside Aaron. ”You can suck us or fuck us but the hand jerk will have to wait until we both cum on you together”
Both men pulled off the remainder of her clothes and Jean laid on his back with his feet towards the headboard and said, ”Come over here beautiful and sixty nine me cause we both want to lick you at the same time.”
”I don’t know if I can handle sucking that monster cock of yours as you both eat me out.”
” Don’t worry… This is all about you. All you have to do is let go and enjoy cuming more today that you ever have before.”
Soon she was on all fours, a thick nine inch cock in her hand and mouth and two sets of lips and tongues licking her pussy and clit. One tongue darting back and forth deep inside her while the other sucked her clit into his mouth,flicking his tongue against it as it began to swell. With two hands on her breasts and squeezing her nipples and two hands sinking his fingers into her buttocks she began to shake her ass to the music. Rolling it around in rhythm to her two lover’s tongues. Aaron had slipped a finger in her ass while pulling his tongue out of her drenched pussy and then went three fingers deep into her cunt as Jean’s lips pulled her clit deeper into his mouth. She soon forgot about the cock she was sucking on and was overcome by her first orgasm. It came in waves causing her whole body to shake and release a flood of juice onto her lover’s face below.
”Fuck Yeah!”, she yelled and then catching her breath as she looked over her shoulders and glowed with a burning look of lust.
”Go ahead and stick it in her pussy while I lick her clit”, Jean said as she refocused her attention on the cock she had become addicted to.
Jean looked up thinking to himself that balls slapping his forehead was going someplace he thought he’d never be comfortable with. But soon the sight of her her younger lover’s cock sinking into her pussy and balls flying back and forth occasionally striking him was gone. His attention was entirely on her. He knew she needed time to recover after an orgasm so he was gentle with her shiny and swollen clit. He teased it, barely touching it at first, only occasionally letting his lips or tongue graze against it as he slipped his hand toward her asshole. He slowly pushed in his index finger up to it’s second knuckle and thought about the pictures she had sent him of her on all fours with a vibrator in her pussy and a glass dildo buried deep in her ass.
As his finger pumped her ass deeper and faster her other lover was fucking her now balls deep furiously like an animal in heat. Her arousal became very clear to both of them. Not only was her skin becoming flush and her clit swelling but her pussy juice was dripping down her thighs and coating his face in her cum. He licked it eagerly as if it was a precious commodity. It was enough to send him to the edge. She was sucking him so perfectly, milking his shaft with one hand and squeezing his balls with her other. As he felt his cock stiffen and the cum rise from his balls he pulled her clit hard into his mouth almost as if to bite it instead of sucking it. Soon all three were cuming and moaning in excitement. The two men first, almost cuming on cue. And moments later as she purposely watched Jean’s cum drip from her mouth and onto his pulsating cock and feeling the pressure of Aaron’s load squirting deep within her, she was struck by an even more powerful rush of lust and desire letting herself scream out loud, “Holy Fuck!” The orgasm caused her body to shutter and she pushed her pussy hard against her lover’s face and Aaron’s cock as he remained buried deep in her still pumping the last drops of his cum to the beat of the music that had engulfed their pace of fucking.
”Do you mind if you don’t pull out until I get out of the way? I’m not quite ready to take your load on my face.”
Jean maneuvered his body 180 degrees from under her so he could now look into her eyes. She was still laughing because she thought how many times he had eaten her pussy after cuming in her. He had a way of making her laugh.
She was so beautiful and the look of pure happiness and joy was evident in the smile he had first fallen in love with. As they locked their lips together Aaron got up and went over to the chest of drawers to get the bottle of lube.
”Can I lube you up up”, he said while running a finger from her pussy that was now dripping his cum up to her ass.
”Yes, I’m ready. I want to feel a cock in there.”
Soon she felt a finger applying lube to the opening of her ass while she kissed Jean. The thought of having her two lover’s fucking her made it easy to relax and prepare for an anal and pussy pounding she would become addicted to. She knew if the two men were comfortable with this experience it could become a routine much like the the workouts she did everyday for her fitness.
Within minutes of their last orgasm each lover’s cock was again as hard if not harder than before.
For her older lover this fantasy was something he had always been comfortable with and he often jerked off to this scenario now involving him.
He kissed her as if only the two of them were alone. His mind flooding with thoughts of the woman he longed for more than any other. While in this dream state he felt her hand on his cock pulling it’s head against the opening of her waiting pussy. She teased her clit by rubbing the head of his cock up and down her cum soaked slit. His cock at its fullest was soon pushing and demanding for her to stick it in. And at the same time her younger lover’s cock, glistening in lube and harder than she had ever felt was pressing against her ass.
”Do it slowly. I want to feel every hard inch of your cocks slide into me at the same time.”
With that, both of her lovers pushed their members into her slowly, almost synchronized as if they had done this many times before. Within a minute both were fully deep inside her with their balls now squeezed against all three of their bodies.
Aaron leaned over her back and began to kiss the back of her ears while she moaned and slowly started that rhythmic motion of grinding her ass to the crawling beat of the trance tune that was playing on the stereo. About twice as slow as the second hand beat of a clock but seductively building up an excitement she had never felt before. She didn’t want this moment to ever change. An orgasm was so close it would soon overcome her before the music track ended. In this sensual moment of their three hearts beating together and the words of love being shared by all three, she had a flash pop in her mind.
She had seen many images of DP’s before. The typical pornos with ugly actors and the required ending facial. But she could have never imagined feeling so loved and treated with such affection while her body was being fed two beautiful cocks attached to the two incredibly handsome and sexy men she loved.
Her orgasm was even more intense than she could handle. It was the first time in her life she felt helpless and out of control. She let out a cry of pleasure and moaned and then screamed as her body shuttered and her vagina and ass pulsed and contracted for what seemed like an eternity.
Her orgasm was so intense that each lover was soon behind her cuming deeply into her as their balls lifted and hardened against each others . The rush of their warm fluid filling her made her even hornier than before. She had wanted to see them both spurt their pearl essence on her but she knew that would come later after they all collapsed and recovered in each other’s arms.
As all three spooned, she was laying on her side, still holding their cocks deep in the warmth of her body.
”I love you. You are both so unbelievable and so good to me. “
All three collapsed for the next hour while kissing and stoking each other. Being held so tightly by both lovers at the same time brought tears to her eyes as she laid there enjoying the feelings that were more intense than she had ever felt before.
But soon after their rest they all joined in the shower to cleanup and start again under the hot water. This time they switched positions and held her in their arms and began to fuck her while standing up and supporting her weight between the two of them.
Both cocks now experienced her ass for the first time as well as another man’s cock massaging theirs from inside her. Their rhythm would trade off from both hitting her deep at the same time, balls slapping together to one cock penetrating while the other receded. It would be a shower none of them would ever forget and one in which she would for the first time, be on her knees in front of two cocks as they sprayed their loads of cum on her in the mist of the hot water and the steam filled room.
Time stood still that day for all three of them and brought them closer to each other than ever before. It would be the first of many days the three would share together and one that forever changed their lives and their understanding about the word “love”.
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The Bar Scene
I look around the club, trying to see if anyone else I know is there. Every once in a while, we run into someone we know, but it doesn’t look like that is going to happen tonight. As I look around the club, my gaze passes a man in the corner, bobbing his head to the beat. He is incredibly attractive. He is slender and muscular. He has dark hair and glasses. He is just my type.
I continue to stare at him. He meets my glance, gives me a thin smile, and returns his attention to the DJ and the people dancing. I blush, having been caught staring at him, and turn my attention back to Angela.
We start talking about the crowd and the music, when the guy from across the bar approaches the table. He is even more attractive up close than he was from across the room.
“Hi. My name is Jay.” He gives me a broad smile, and I blush.
“My name is Angela and this is my friend Nicole.” Thank goodness for Angela. I would have just sat there, staring at him like an idiot.
“Buy you ladies a drink?” he shouts over the music.
I smile at him and respond, “Sure. Rum and Coke and a vodka and cranberry.”
He smiles back and heads off to the bar. Angela looks at me and laughs. I had been watching him walk to the bar.
“What?!” I ask defensively.
“Oh, nothing,” she responds with a big grin.
He returns shortly after with our drinks. He sits down next to me, closely, and the three of us banter back and forth for a bit. He is shamelessly flirting with me, and unable to help myself, I flirt back.
As he gets bolder, he places one of his hands on my thigh, leaning in closely as we continue to chat. The music got louder, so I move so that my lips are practically brushing against his ear as I speak to him. He nuzzles into me occasionally as we chat. I can feel myself getting turned on by this man very quickly.
Angela excuses herself, no longer wanting to watch us shamelessly flirt and grope one another. I can’t blame her. If the situation was reversed, I’d leave too – give her some privacy. Shortly after she leaves, his hand moves to my inner thigh. I make a soft purring noise as his hand settles further up on my leg.
As we continue to talk, his fingers move back and forth along my inner leg, from knee to halfway up my thigh. I give a little shiver as his fingers move on me.
“Me feeling adventurous?” he asks slyly, his hand traveling a bit higher as he brushes between my legs.
“Perhaps.”
He continues to slide his hand higher up my thigh and leans in to nibble my ear. “Perhaps as in keep going…” he asks as he slides his hand further up my thigh, to within a few inches of the part of my legs “…or perhaps as in not yet?” He gives me a broad smile.
I softly moaned as his hand moves up my leg, encouraging him to continue. He reaches up further, his hand now under my skirt. His fingertip finds the small triangle of fabric that makes up the bulk of the thong I am wearing underneath. He gently presses against the swatch as he leans in and begins kissing my neck. I softly moan as I lean my head in. I place my hand on his thigh to steady myself.
He gently brushes his fingertips over my barely covered pussy in gentle, light strokes, from the crack of my ass to the apex of my slit, pressing just a bit when he passes my clit. My moans intensify as his hand moves over me. I place my free hand on his arm, encouraging his movements.
He hooks my thong to the side and presses a finger at my very moist opening and eases it in, crooking his finger over and over, hitting my g-spot with every movement. My breathing becomes more of a pant as his finger works me.
He leans in and kisses me fully. I kiss him back hungrily. He slides the finger deep and presses his thumb against my clit. My moans get louder and I kiss him more desperately.
After a few minutes of this play, he pulls his lips from mine, and smiles. He eases his fingers from my throbbing pussy and I whimper. He grabs my hand and leads me back over to the area where he had been sitting before he came to our table. He chooses a booth that is against the back wall. We both sit in the back, and this part of the club is slightly abandoned.
He begins to kiss down my neck again, and slides his finger entirely back into me. I moan louder as my hand slides up his leg and begins to massage his cock over his pants.
He looks around briefly, then once pleased with his surroundings, gives me a wink and a smile, and quickly slides under the table. He parts my legs at the knees with his hands and begins kissing up my thigh.
I look around, startled. When I see no one is around, I relax. My hands grip into the fabric of the booth as he moves his mouth.
He reaches my slit, yanks my thong to the side, and begins to circle and lick my swollen clit over and over. He holds one leg under the knee, and the other is spreading my lips open as it holds back the thong.
The sensations feel so good. I let my head roll back, moaning and breathing heavily. He runs his tongue greedily over my entire pussy, sucking my clit into his mouth occasionally as well as sucking on the lips of my pussy.
As he slowly devours me, I see Angela heading my way. She sits at the chair opposite the booth where we are. She’s obviously drunk and slurring her speech a little.
“Heyyyyy… Where that guy go,” she says drunkenly, only half interested in the question.
I feel him laugh with my clit in his mouth, the vibration shooting through me. It takes all of my will power to keep from crying out. “I… I don’t know…” I stammer out, trying to remain composed.
“I… I’mma get outta here,” she says, wavering a little…. “Me cummin?” she asks without looking at me.
“In… a minute….” I grin.
He pats my leg upon hearing that to get my attention. I glance down at him and he mouths the words “I’ll take you home” at me before returning to work my pussy with his tongue.
“Go… ahead… I’ll get home,” I quickly say to her, wanting her to leave so I can focus back on his tongue.
She waves lazily to me as she stumbles off. He begins sucking my clit again as he slides a finger back into me. My moans intensify as his finger enters me. He strokes his finger in and out a few times before bringing a second finger to the opening, slowly easing it in. His tongue viciously laps at my clit in rapid, firm lashes.
I bite my lip hard as he expertly works my pussy. He works both fingers up to the knuckle, and as he draws them out he angles up, glancing over my g-spot with every thrust… in and out… slowly… gently…
“Oh god, I’m going to cum,” I whisper loudly.
His tongue circles my clit rapidly as he quickens his fingers. His hand squeezes my leg as he spreads my lips wider. He presses a third finger at the opening and just flicks the per-anal region just below my opening. His firm strokes increase as I squirm more.
My body tenses up and I give a little shriek as I cum hard on his hand. He drives his hand deep and wiggles the fingertips against my cervix as my pussy clamps down on his fingers. He continues to lap at my clit furiously. I pant and moan as he works me through my climax.
As my orgasm subsides he slows, then stops, and climbs back into the booth next to me, rubbing my clit with his wet hand, and kisses me deeply, sharing my taste with me. I moan into his mouth as I taste myself on his lips.
“Want to get out of here?” he asks as he rubs my clit some more.
“Yes,” I manage to choke out between pants.
He smiles, takes me by the hand, and leads me out of the club. We hurry to his car. He opens the door for me, helps me in, and then gets in himself. He pulls out of the busy lot and out onto the barren streets.
“My place alright?” He asks as he rubs his crotch, giving me an intense glance….
“Yes,” I respond, my gaze burning into him.
The streets are nearly empty. He drives carefully anyway. He reaches over, takes my hand, and places it on the bulge in his pants. I massage his cock through his pants. I get a sly grin on my face as I look around. Satisfied that there is no one around, I unzip his pants.
I remove his cock from his pants and lower myself to take it in my mouth. I moan as I take his length into my mouth. The head is incredibly swollen and is dripping precum. I place one hand on the base of his cock and stroke him there while my mouth works his head.
He places a hand at the back of my head as I bob up and down on his shaft. His body stiffens slightly as the sensation of my mouth on his cock washes over him. I moan as I greedily suck his cock, wanting to give him the pleasure he gave me at the club. His hand grips my hair as I slide my mouth up and down on him. He raises his hips slightly, trying to get more of his cock in my mouth. I bury my face in him, taking his cock deep into my mouth and down my throat.
“MMMM’ he moans loudly as he begins to buck more…. “Shit…. I’m going to fucking cum….” he calls out. This only makes me suck him harder.
“Uhhhh…. UHHHHH!” He calls out as his cock swells and he begins to shoot jet after jet of hot cum into my mouth, his whole body spasming as he empties himself in my mouth. I eagerly swallow his cum. When his spasms cease, I lick his cock clean.
He composes himself shortly before pulling into his condo. He parks, leans over and kisses me sloppily and steps out of the car, motioning me to follow him. I get out of the car and follow quickly behind.
He leads me up a flight of stairs and opens the door to a sparse condo. As soon as we are both in, he slams the door and presses me against it, kissing me passionately, hands exploring my body. I kiss him back with the same intensity, my hands moving quickly to remove his shirt. My hands move over his well-defined chest and stomach. Now that his shirt is off, I see he has tattoos on his shoulders.
After his shirt is off he grabs my slinky dress and yanks it up over my head. He kisses my neck and bites my shoulder playfully. One hand slides beneath my thong, strumming my clit again, while the other quickly removes my bra. I moan deeply into his mouth, my hands fumble with the button on his pants. I undo them and slide his pants and underwear to the floor.
He swings me around and bends me over the dining room table. He yanks my thong off entirely and buries his face in my pussy from behind. His hands grip my ass powerfully, pulling them apart slightly to give him unfettered access to my glistening pussy.
He stands behind me and presses the head of his cock against my aching pussy. He pushes his hips and the head of his cock penetrates me, stretching me deliciously. He eases in, going deeper with each stroke. Once he’s buried to the hilt, he begins to slide in and out of my sopping pussy in easy, long strokes.
He reaches up and takes a handful of my hair and pulls playfully as he takes me from behind. I moan deeper as he grabs my hair, thrusting back against him as best I can. His pace quickens, driving himself deep inside my womb. He grabs my hips and starts pushing deeper inside me. His fingertips dig into my ass slightly, and I moan deeper.
I cry out as he fills me, my orgasm approaching rapidly. He starts slamming fully into me, his abs slapping my ass loudly as he fucks me. I feel a finger press against my asshole as he fucks me feverishly. He wiggles there, testing the waters. I cry out louder as his finger presses against me. He eases it further in, popping it in to the first knuckle.
“Oh fuck!” I yell out as his finger enters me.
He reaches under me with the other hand and grinds my clit. Sweat drips from his chest to my ass as he pushes his finger in deeper and deeper. The triple stimulation is too much, I cum hard, screaming as I do. He slams my pussy harder than ever and begins to finger fuck my asshole as well. He eases a finger into my pussy along with his cock and pulls up on the rim, against my ass.
“FUCK!!!”
He takes the finger, wet with my juices, and slides it into my ass with the other. He finger fucks my tight ass as he fucks the shit out of me. Another orgasm builds quickly as he tears my ass and pussy apart. He slows down, and then removes both his cock and his fingers. I feel the bulbous head of his cock press against my asshole.
“Yes… yesss….” I scream out in pure pleasure.
He slowly presses at it, until my hungry ass swallows his cock head. He grips my hips tightly as he eases it deeper in my tight ass. My body shakes as he pushes his cock into me.
“Baby, spread your cheeks for me,” he commands. I reach back and do as he says. He presses until his cock is buried all the way in my tight ass. He slowly pulls it out, and then presses it back in. Once he finds his rhythm he begins to easily slide in and out of my ass. He reaches down and fills my pussy with two fingers as he slowly and carefully fucks my ass.
I am only able to make sounds, as words have completely left me. His cock and fingers feel so good. I cry out again as another orgasm rips through me, my whole body shaking hard, breathing heavily.
As my orgasm takes me, the tightness of my ass around his cock, and the spasms of my pussy on his fingers is too much, and he can hold back no longer. “Fuuuuucckkkkk!” he cries out as his cock twitches and he spurts hot cum deep in my ass. He pumps deep with each little blast, shivers, then collapses on top of me. I moan deeply as his cum floods into me.
As he begins to soften my asshole slowly squeezes him out. As it pops out, his hot cum leaks out of my ass and dribbles down my pussy. I give a little shudder as I feel his cum drip over my pussy.
“That was amazing,” he gets out between breaths. I just smile in response.
He wraps his arms under me, gives me a squeeze, then takes me by the hand, leads me to the bedroom, and lays me down beside him. He holds me in powerful arms and his hypnotic breathing quickly sends me to sleep, sated and fulfilled.
My heart continues to break …
“In secret we met—
In silence I grieve
That thy heart could forget,
Thy spirit deceive.
If I should meet thee
After long years,
How should I greet thee?—
With silence and tears.”
| — | When We Two Parted by Lord Byron (last lines) |
WHISPER
by Lady Cheeky
Whisper in my ear, as you mount me, sweetness I’ve never heard and will never forget.
Whisper the secret of your indelible love, all thoughts – promise they’re ever present.
Whisper of a constant and impermeable bond that defies logic and providence, yet persists and builds with each word exchanged.
Whisper softly, like the sound of crickets, growing more persistent with your swelling desire.
Whisper in my ear how much you want me … how much you want to cum inside me and how much I turn you on.
Whisper in my ear how much you love my body … how good my cunt feels, tight and hot around your cock.
Whisper in my ear, how you will make my ass quiver against your belly before you let me cum
Whisper a breathy growl while you plunge and plunder my taut crevice – slippery and slick
Whisper in my ear, encouraging me while I prepare to cum, my body rippling as it almost succumbs.
Moan in my ear while my pussy pulses in concert with your explosion.
Moan as our release relaxes … melding into each other, heaving in our mingled sweat – one slick body forcing its weight into the mattress leaving our mark, cold and wet, after we leave.
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Solace
From Lady Cheeky to Mr. Guerre – Excerpt from a past email:“Didn’t have much time to write this for you … so please forgive mistakes and a little less detail than I would’ve liked. xoxo”
You come home from a frustrating and chaotic day at work. Everything seems to have gone wrong today; little league cancelled, iPad not working, bus stop 50 people deep … in the rain. All you want to do is crawl under the sheets and hide from the world.
No such luck. You are met at the door by your lover who, before you can say anything, simultaneously kisses you softly on the lips and takes your briefcase from you. I am dressed only in a simple pink silk slip and a grey cashmere wrap. My wavy, red hair messily framing my face, ”You’re soaking wet” I say “Come with me …”
You take your shoes off and take my hand as I lead you to the laundry room where I immediately turn around to kiss you again … this time cradling your right cheek in my soft warm hand. “We need to get you dry.” With that, I begin undressing you. First your tie, then your shirt … I unbutton your pants and pull them down along with your boxers until you can kick them off. There you stand. Naked as the day you were born. Gorgeous. Wrapping you in a just-out-of-the-dryer towel … warm and soft, I dry you off and begin kissing you all the way up your body … lips followed by a towel, until I reach your neck where I wrap the towel around both of us, nuzzle your ear and kiss the soft skin between your jaw and lobe. Pulling away I hand you your robe and slippers. “Follow me” I say.
In the living room, a roaring fire awaits – crackling and cozy. In front of the fireplace, a lavish scattering of pillows and blankets, candles and a beautiful spread of grilled salmon, spring greens and of course … Guinness. “Come. Sit, my love … lets eat”. My face beams with adoration and love as I can see this could be the perfect antidote for your crazy day. Together, we share a well-made dinner while you unload your day. I make you laugh about it in certain parts of your re-telling … but mainly just listen as you express your frustrations. By the time you have finished your dinner, you are definitely feeling better. Laying on our sides now, facing each other, holding hands, gently kissing, staring into each others eyes, enjoying the moment of just being. ”I have one more surprise for you … Will you follow me, again?”
Ah the bath. Candles already alight, I run the water. As the tub begins to fill, I begin to untie your robe all the while looking up at you, eyes asking for a kiss. You happily oblige. There we stand, rain falling outside, warm bathroom lit only by candles … kissing tenderly. The kind of kisses that merge with the soul, communicate with each others hearts. Gently guide you to the bath where you gingerly step in (I knows you like it hot). Whatever tension you had left in your body is now dissipated by the hot water and light bath oil. “ok now soak … close your eyes, lay back and let the water envelope you, babe”. As you do, you can feel the soft and soapy wash cloth guided by my hands, stroking up and down your thighs, your arms your stomach … then … opening your eyes, you can see I am kneeling between your legs in the bath, my naked body wet and shiny from the combination of the water and oil.Placing my hands on your knees “Just relax, babe” I say with a saucy smile. My hands wander southward and slowly, using your thighs as a path, find your already erect sex. My hands encompass the shaft, stroking gently and then a little firmer … but purposely not touching the head. Not thinking it was possible you get even harder I’m pleased with what I see. You are squirming now and the water splashes a bit from your excitement. “Hmmm, don’t want to get the floor wet babe …” With that, I stand and lower myself gently onto your rock hard cock. I am dripping wet from excitement. Your cock, can feel my warmth … my juices … the tight, velvety soft confines of my cunt as it passes inch by inch inside me. My breath is heavy now as you begin to pump into my pussy. “Mmmm babe … let me do the work … you’ve had a … hard … day” I say with a smile.My hands then find the rim of the tub behind your head where I rest them. Lifting myself up and down, on and off your cock, my ample breasts swinging in your face. You can feel me bearing down on you, clasping your cock with my strong and tight pussy. Clearly no one cares about a wet floor now … because of our rhythm, the bathroom floor is soaked. I begin to ride you faster as I sees you are close. Mercilessly, I surge downward and then pull upward … the friction almost too much for you to bear … the sound of my ass slapping against the little water left in the tub … your body tenses and you succumb to release … emptying out your prodigious load inside … letting out a deep but soft bellow. I release you and rest my body against your chest … letting you relax and bask in the post-orgasmic blissful fuzz.
Soon you begin to shiver a bit. I rise and grab another fluffy, warm towel and wrap you in it … drying you off. Dry now, I lead you slowly to the bedroom, where fresh sheets and a warm bed await us. We fall asleep cuddled up together, hearts beating in tandem … listening to the rain.
After Class
by Lady Cheeky and Mr. Guerre
The note on the counter read, “Don’t forget, I have class tonight. Dinner is in the fridge. Enjoy your evening and relax.” A red lipstick mark to sign her love brought a smile to my face.
It had been a stressful day, slaying the dragons of insanity. It’s hard to believe some people hold the positions granted them by corporate leadership. I opened the fridge, took out the sandwich and beer and took them to the den.
Turning on the television, flipping from her channel to mine. If this is “the best week of sports” what shall I watch? Nothing. Well local news will do — watch the damage from last night’s storms. I drop the remote beside my beer and retreat to the bedroom.
In the bedroom I remove my suit. Hanging the tie, belt, and suit in the closet for another day. Taking off my shoes, I buff them slightly. I guess I could shine them tonight. Socks and boxers are tossed into the hamper as I nakedly stroll across the bedroom to the dresser. There I grab an old soft shirt and running shorts, covering my slight belly and body.
I return to the den, ready to eat and relax. Hoping I can remain awake to welcome you home. The beer, the full belly, the weak television schedule and the exhausting day conspire against my intentions. I awake three hours later, your skirt brushing across my exposed legs, your body shifting the chair. My lover is home. I groggily come to my senses.
A sleepy smile crosses my lips. Your beautiful body hovers over me like a hawk over it’s freshly caught prey. I’m happy to be your catch of the day. My nose gathers your lovely scent as my eyes continue to adjust. Your perfume is joined by . . . I’m not sure what other aroma accents the expected olfactory joy of your presence.
Your hair frames your face perfectly; a red wavy do that serves as a sirens song to passing strangers. Your fiery locks are the first thing many notice as they pass you by and turn their heads. My eyes catch the happy yet mischievous smile across your face as they travel downward. Drawn by the magnetic vortex that is your ample cleavage and bosom. I arch my back and stretch slightly not wanting to abandon my place beneath your figure.
You seemingly have imbibed in my visage long enough. “Good evening babe,” you sexily whisper. “I’m sorry I woke you”. Your smirk begets a different sentiment.
My mind struggles with balancing the visual input of the canyon between your breasts and the auditory processing necessary to respond. Buying more time I stretch again, rising slightly off the chair. “I’m not sorry at all,” I finally stammer. My trustworthy body already willingly responding despite a lack of cognitive processing. ”How was your class?”
“Better than most,” you reply. ”But I have quite a bit of homework to make sure I understand the theory and ideas and how they relate to practical implementation.”
Your body has lowered slightly. Your silk sundress wispily brushes across my bare legs. Your lips are inches away from my face. I anxiously anticipate your next move, upcoming words, or what might happen next.
… to be continued
The Massage
The masseuse was very respectful, which for me is huge. I find it unseemly to be crass when you hardly know a person even if you both know what you’re there for. He explained he was a professional LMT and had been doing this for more than 15 years which put me at ease.But I think the thing that was at least a 1/3 of it for me was that he insisted that I not lift a finger to help him in any way as this session was purely for MY enjoyment. He said I could ask for whatever I wanted, that it was ok to giggle, moan, gasp, scream, etc… that there was no judgement. But the one that does it for me (because I am a BIG Type A personality) is that I let him give me pleasure without my reciprocation. That my job was to just lay-down, relax, remain open, and enjoy … that he would take care of everything.In all of my fantasies this is a major theme. Being overtaken and taken care of. Not in a brutal way (though there is a place for that … hee hee) but in a “just leg go and trust someone else with your body and your pleasure” kind of way. Also, because I have no attachment to this person, I don’t care what my body looks like, if my hair is greasy, what I look like without make-up and if I’m reacting enough to show him he’s doing a good job … none of that … for me, that was freeing. As a woman, knowing I wouldn’t be judged on ANYTHING was the most liberating part of the whole experience.
As, I began to take off my robe, he stopped me. He had me stand in front of him. He took my glasses off and put them on the coffee table. He then took my hair down from my ponytail and he untied my robe and slipped it off my shoulders. I was wearing a black silk and lace slip underneath. He slowly lifted the slip up and off my body and quietly asked me to get on the table. HOT! The first step to feeling pampered and sexy was a success. Never, with any one that I have been with, have I felt so pampered and focused on. No man had ever thought that these small gestures might make a difference in the sexual experience … a delicate nuance that sets the tone and the intention. This night was all about me and it felt strange but wonderful.
After he helped me onto the table, he put a sheet over me, sat behind my head and began to give me a great firm back and head massage … slowly moving down my body, just like a regular massage … but OH! He’s massaging my arse! Oh! he’s getting in the crack and is so close to my now VERY wet pussy. Now, one of the things that makes an orgasm so great (in my opinion at least) is the tease. The drawn-out taunting of what’s to come. He massaged my body, yes … but after a while he made his way to my thighs. While working them he would brush his fingers past my slit. Since I was primed and expecting something (though, I wasn’t sure what) just the graze made my body twitch. He would do this off and on and each time get a little deeper in to the folds of my pussy … sometimes even tapping his finger on the edge of the mound just above the clit … but not touching the clit at all. This was making my body even more curious and expectant and therefore all my attention was on my vagina.
The sensuality of this complete stranger massaging my body COMPLETELY was like going skinny-dipping for the first time … freeing.
When I flipped over he began slowly massaging my head, neck, shoulders and then my breasts. Playing with my nipples, running his hand over my stomach. This is all part of the build up. This made me want to touch my nipples myself, so I did, while he massaged other parts like my feet and my legs. Again, while massaging my legs and inner thighs he grazed my slit. Now, my heart is beating fast. I find myself writhing a bit. I’m dying for him to just maul my pussy … but he’s in control. I open my legs for him so he knows that I want it. This is when the good stuff begins.
He spread open my lips with the left hand while softly rotating the index finger of the right hand around my hole. With some of the fingers of the left hand he began to rub, circle and pet the area around my clit, sometimes making his hand shake, not unlike a vibrator. The right hand fingers continue circling and rubbing my hole and now the opening to my ass, gently probing inside a bit in both spaces. During all this, his fingers descend on my clit and surrounding area. He is doing this softly, but with purpose and getting a bit firmer. His right index finger makes entry into my hole and he begins to massage my g-spot.
With both areas being given the utmost attention and with the pressure and expectation building – my hips are grinding in the air. I am moaning, tweaking my nipples, massaging my tits, arching my back. My body begging for an orgasm … but … he still continues … at his own pace, only slightly getting more fervent.
I can’t explain exactly how he touched my clit and inner lips and it sounds precious and cliche … but, it felt like his fingers were playing the piano while motioning “come here”. It was almost a dragged tapping but without a specific rhythm which must be on purpose so that I didn’t get used to any one kind of touch and would remain “on alert”.
Then he did something no one has done before and it felt INSANE. He took his left hand away and began quickly finger fucking me with power and precision … hitting my g-spot. But at the same time he was doing this, the palm of his hand was slapping the top of my pussy thereby hitting my already swollen and sensitive clit. The combination of the finger fucking (which I really could take or leave before this), hitting my g-spot and stimulating my clit with the “slap, slap, slap” of his palm was so intensely pleasurable I almost had a simultaneous g-spot and clitoral orgasm (which I’ve only had twice in my life). I came close a couple of times but my head got in the way. When it was clear this wasn’t going to happen he focused entirely on my clit. Now we have fingers of both hands totally, 100% concentrated on my pussy. In no rush … confident … changing speeds, pressure, intensity, sensations. One set of fingers “playing a flute” on the area around my clit. The other set of fingers exploring my hole and the outside of my anus in the same way. When he began a certain move on my clit I responded audibly … he knew he had found the “sweet spot” and began to concentrate that move on my clit while supporting that sensation with the moves of the other fingers around my hole and my anus. My hips were canting upward, grinding to meet his fingers … asking … begging for more pressure, which he supplied. He seemed to intuit what I needed. ”Faster” I whispered, and he complied. And then, an orgasm that started off so gentle, so releasing and so satisfying washed over me and I moaned loudly as my body twisted and my head bent back on the table. As I came, he lightly brushed his fingers over my slit … almost petting it to calm it down. With the other hand he stuck his fingers inside me again very gently rubbing my g-spot while using his thumb to massage the outside of my opening. As, he did this, I could feel that I could cum again and he knew it. My clit needed a couple of minutes but my pussy was ready. Again, he began to finger fuck me fast, stimulating my g-spot. My eyes were tearing up from the intensity and the desire to cum again. My body was moving against his hand as to say “FUCK ME” and then … then, he did that combination finger fuck/palm slapping the clit thing again. Not too hard on my pussy … just right. He knew that this was a clit that had already been stimulated to orgasm a minute before and it needed to be handled differently. The “slapping” was less intense but still stimulating, and although I was on the precipice of having a global orgasm, way more intense then the previous one … I couldn’t do it. DAMN! He took his finger out of my hole, stopped rubbing my slit and began to massage the thighs, legs, feet …Then, he was above my head to massage my scalp, trace my face lightly, massage my neck and then my chest, again playing with my nipples. Running his fingers over my body very lightly … brushing them over my body the same way … relaxing me even more.
The feeling of having someone give ALL his attention to my pussy for 90 minutes straight was a luxury and a turn on beyond measure. Most of the men I’ve been with (excluding my present Lover) just start right at it … no work up … no sensuality. Maybe a little petting or rubbing during a make-out session or when you’re taking your clothes off, but nothing like this. I truly believe for both men and women, that treating the access to this intimate place like (forgive me) a holy shrine is essential to a complete, sexual experience of the manipulated orgasm.
Women are so different from men, it’s amazing we even want to be around each other. But, this sensual touching and the orgasms that arose from them is, in my opinion, the way our bodies should be experienced … the way we are meant to experience sensual pleasure. If you think about it, the animal kingdom has their mating rituals that they don’t deviate from. Male peacocks dance and show off their feathers to woo their mate, competing with other men for her attention. Female ducks can block their vaginas from the drakes they don’t like, who wish to copulate … but the one drake that woos her the right way, gets access. Interesting.
When it was over. Like a regular massage I laid there for a bit coming back to this world. He then helped me up, put my glasses on me, helped me into my robe and walked me to the couch to sit with a glass of water. Ahhhhh.
I slept like a baby.
The Rapture: Another Real-Life Encounter with Lady Cheeky and Mr. Guerre
By Lady Cheeky August 13, 2010
I find you naked on the bed as I enter the room in my pink slip. No covers. Sitting up. Waiting with a devilish smile on your face.
“Looks like you have something on your mind” I say with a smirk, swaying over to your side of the bed.
“I do.” you answer, mirroring my taunting smile. Climbing on top of you, balancing myself with my hands on your shoulders, ”Do you? And what would that be Mr. Guerre?”. Now straddling you we can speak face-to-face. I can feel your excitement now and certainly you can feel mine as both our sexes come in contact.
“Well … ” you say, “first I begin with discovering the best route from each side of your jaw …” Your fingers find each mandible and begin to trace back and forth. “… to that little well you keep at the bottom of your neck …” your fingers begin to fall away, slowly moving along the ridge of my mental foramen descending to each Submaxillary Triangle and then meet at the hyoid bone. Together again, your other fingers join the fray. Your hands, so encompassing around my little neck, begin their exploration of the rest of the journey to your destination. Your thumbs now joined side by side at my Thyroid Cartilage, the rest of your fingers holding my teetering head in place. You could end my life if you chose. Your hands are in perfect position, my body relaxed, limp and guileless. Somehow the deep-rooted instinct to tense in preparation for such an attack has clenched my buttocks much but not much else.
Your thumbs slow and loosen to a graze instead of a drag as you approach your destination “Ah, and right here my Lady … right here would be your Jugular Notch, that little well above your clavicle. So exposed … so sexy …” your head moves forward and your lips just beat your thumbs to the target. A light kiss signals that the expedition has reached it’s zenith. My head has thrown itself slightly back and off-center during this trek and the skin on my neck, already tingling with arousal is made even more sensitive by the stretching of the skin. Your kisses are causing my skin to shiver in slight trembling shudders. Your mouth follows the path your fingers took earlier and makes it’s way up my neck to my jaw. My head back on my shoulders in it’s proper place I can now tilt it expertly so you have clear access to my ear should you decide …. ” Oh!” (you decided) you nip my ear. I smile.
My body is undulating on it’s own on your lap. I have no control over the oscillation of my hips, nor the molten juices depositing on your member. The right strap of my slip has fallen exposing my breast and my taut and rosy nipple. I can sense you notice and begin to attack another area of my body.
“Not so fast Mr. Guerre” my hands remove yours from my shoulders as I fix them behind you. A scarf, furtively placed under your pillow earlier has now been put into play and in no time at all has fixed your wrists together, unable to move … but more frustratingly, unable to touch.
“Arrrgh!” you moan as you flop your back to the headboard. Your game is over now and you know it.
Hopping off you with a little laugh I grab another, longer scarf from the nightstand. “uhhh … ” you say as you curiously watch me grab your muscular legs, spreading them apart and then bending your knees so that the soles of your feet touch each other. “Yes? Have a question Mr. Guerre?” I bind your ankles and your feet together, exposing your jewels to any number of dangers … or pleasures. Rendered speechless and knowing you have little currency with which to win your freedom, you succumb. The control you carry with you day in and day out has been forcibly constrained and is under my command. There is nothing to do but comply and hope that I will be merciful in anything I plan to assail.
Sauntering back over to your side, my breast still exposed and swaying when I move, your eyes pinned on the pointy and tight nipple you so desperately want to toy with. I can see your tumescent manhood waving – glistening with a combination of both our fluids. Staring straight into your eyes I tease, “Looks like you’ve made a bit of a mess here”. My hands now appearing instantly, fondling your balls, you groan in obvious delight. “Hmmmm …” I mockingly toy with how to take care of the shiny spillage. “Shall I get a towel?”
“No” you grumble
“a tissue?”
“No!” you moan
“Oh! Shall I leave it? is that what you want?”
“NO! Nooooo!” you cry
“Hmmm. Then there’s really no other way …” as soon as I finish my sentence my tongue is at the juncture of your balls and your shaft. My hands holding you in place, pointed and determined it wraps itself all the way around the base of your cock leaving the rest untouched. You shiver and wriggle, “Control yourself Mr. Guerre, I won’t tolerate insolence”, you seem to calm a bit, but under much constraint. My tongue has descended now and made her way to your balls. Encompassing them with my full lips and sucking them into the warm confines of my mouth I can feel the delicate skin and the structure underneath as I flip and dart the flat of my tongue about them, forcing them to gently hit against the lining of my mouth while sucking the air out and pressurizing this personalized cavern for your enjoyment. My fingers are grazing and exploring your ass, probing your star and tickling your taint. Your body is in spasm now and not under your control. I can feel the juice from my slit starting to fall down my thighs, “Mmmmmmmmm” I moan as I suck on those gorgeous balls. The vibration of my moans makes the pleasure almost unbearable. Your legs are thrashing as I continue to moan. My hands now dipping into that sweet nectar between my thighs and bringing their fragrant and sweet taste to your lips. You devour this manna like a starving animal, sucking every last drop from each of my fingers.
I release your balls “good boy, Mr. Guerre” a coy smile and I begin anew on your shaft. Taking the flat of my tongue and again circling around the shaft. My hands again dipping into the well of elixir between my legs and now placing it on your shaft, following the trail left by my occupied mouth. Up and up I work, my hands following suit with steady and firm strokes to compliment my moves. Your body is trembling in expectation of my tongue on your crown … I’m …. just …. about …. there …. and then I stop.
You cry out in defiance and frustration. I lick my fingers giving me a chance to take in my own taste.
“Mmmmmm. Excellent” the flavor and scent seems to send me into a semi-hypnotized sway. My right hand disappears again under my slip and appears again shimmering with my extract, except this time, instead of your lips or mine, I paint it on my still exposed breast. Letting out an unexpected whimper of randiness I begin to slip off the other strap and we both watch as my slip falls to the floor. For the first time you can see my sex. The tuft of hair matted down with my cum, the surrounding bare flesh of my mons and thighs saturated with my broth … and now, the same sweet sight reflecting off my abundant breasts. You have no words and the sounds emanating from your mouth are guttural.
Beyond aroused, my movements determined, I clutch your cock in my hands, you watch breathless as my lips meet your crown and as I flick your frenulum with the tip of my tongue your body jerks and your back arches. “Don’t cum yet my love …” my voice sweet but firm “…I have other plans for you”. With that I plunge your cock past my lip wrapped teeth, your cock head now fully ensconced in my snug, warm, wet mouth. My cheeks sucked in so they hug your shaft as your head softly hits the roof of my mouth and plummets fully down my throat. I have tucked you in entirely and you can feel my lips at your balls, my hands at once cradling them and teasing your taint as I begin again. My head rises and your tip pops out of my firm opening and then just as quickly pops back in. In and out. With each successive movement your head thrashes, your body jerks, the timbre of your groans becomes more throaty and gruff. In … out … tease … fondle. I can tell your close as your balls begin to tense. “Not yet, Mr. Guerre …” My movements stop suddenly and I can swear I hear you begin to cry. “… not until you’re inside me and I’m riding you. I want to feel your rigid dick gliding through my tight slit and into my sopping wet, narrow pussy …” with that I hop on top of you. Straddling your hips I take your cock in my hands and rake your head back and forth on my dripping slit “how does that feel Mr. Guerre? Does that feel good? Shall I let you in? Shall I let you lay there while I ride you fast and feverishly?” I taunt
“Yesssssss” you whimper “please, please”
“I see …” I stop dragging your cock between my legs and instead slide down so it now rests between my ample breasts. “Not here?” I move and writhe making a perfect valley for your cock to pillage, a journey made easy by the copius amount of cum from my cunt.
“Arrrggghhhhhh!!!!!!!” You wail
“Oh. I’m sorry. Is this not enjoyable?” I drop your cock immediately and sit up. “ohhhhh I know … of course! How silly of me!” Straddling you once more, but this time just above your cock (making certain you can rest in between my ass cheeks) I cup my breasts and hold them in front of your mouth, just out of reach. “It’s these you want? Do you want to taste my juice on my tits before I fuck you?”
“Oh yes” you’re eyes wild and darting like a starving man before a feast. “Ok then Mr. Guerre, just a quick taste …” lifting my right breast to your mouth you take me in. hermetically sealed to my nipple, devouring it any way you can, wriggling against your constraints, wanting to grab, pinch, knead and squeeze but my knots are tight ad you cannot break free. Pulling away the sound of pressurized air makes a ‘pop’ sound and your face is contorted -slack-jawed, eyes like a wolf – feral and hungry. As I feed you the left breast your mouth attaches to it like a magnet, sucking and biting and swirling your tongue. My back is arching as my sex throbs and gets even hotter by the second. I can feel myself dripping around your sides and know I cannot wait much longer myself. My hips grinding into yours as my need to have you fill me grows exponentially. My hands on your head guiding your face on my tits. letting you feast on this appetizer before the final course. “Mr. Guerre?” I whisper close to your ear. You are way too busy to answer as my hands glide slowly down your muscular arms to your back, feeling your smooth skin on their way down to meet your bound wrists. You feel me there and know what comes next. Your mouth leaves my breasts and attacks mine. Lips slightly parted, tongue darting, head moving in concert with mine. My hands begin to loosen the knot – your mouth opens taking my lips in your mouth and then moving to my jaw, my neck, my ear. Now it is I that am uncontrollable – writhing and moaning and grinding as if my sheer will could make us join together. You feel the bonds on your wrists slack, and faster than a rabbit you are free, your hands now on either side of my head furiously pressing into me, devouring my mouth, my face. My hands on your chest, I break away “Fuck me now Mr. Guerre”. With that, you pounce and suddenly I am on my back, my own hands pinned above my head “Oh I’ll fuck you my Lady…” one hand holding my wrists and the other now kneading my breasts as you grind your cock against my clit “I’ll fuck you when I’m good and ready”.
My breath escapes me. My craving at it’s pinnacle. All this teasing has been torture for me as well but you’re not seeing it that way right now, “Can you feel my cock on your clit my Lady? You grind into me again “Can you feel my dick on your wet, swollen, lips?” You mean business.
“Yes, Mr. Guerre”
“Good. Now how about this?” You’re right hand leaves my breast and appears thrusting into my pussy. I jerk in surprise and cant my hips in pleasure. Three fingers plunging in and out “You feel so good my Lady. So soft and wet” taking out your hand to suck on the liquid your eyes close in sweet enjoyment. When they open they are poring into my own and with a quick flash your hands are off my wrists and throwing my legs on your shoulders and then exploring my engorged nether region.
Your fingers trace the outer lips from the bottom of my slit, slowly up to the top. This is too much to take. Fingers then back down the outer lips then press softly inward and begin to trace the inner lips – ever so lightly back up toward the mons stopping just short of my throbbing swollen clit. My hands on my head now in sheer ecstasy I can no longer speak. I feel your finger now spreading me wide. the cool air of your breath blowing on my nub is a sensation that drives me wild. the sounds I’m making actually sound like chirping … begging you to take me in your mouth. I look down and catch you staring at me smiling. you’re enjoying this torment. My head flips back. I know I deserve it after the taunting I gave you earlier.
Suddenly I feel the tip of your nose on my button gently nudging it. Just that simple movement sends a pulsing through my pussy. Nudge, nudge … and then … your lips descend. Sucking and licking. Taking my jewel in your mouth and swirling it … flicking it. Then you release and blow more cool air. “Oh my Mr. Guerre!” I whisper. With that, the point of your tongue begins to probe my clit, wagging quickly, pressure firm, my hips off the bed, your hands holding my ass up to your mouth, your tongue motorized, focused, un wavering, tossing my clit back and forth, faster, harder, faster, harder, the way you know I like it. My body begins it’s ascent – first the tensing of all the muscles, back arching even higher, breath staggered and heavy, moaning, writhing … and then … “Oh! Oh! Oh! Mr. Guerre!!!!” The spasms hit. My corporeal being taken away and replaced with something other-worldly, thrashing, screaming, shuddering … You stop your assault, grab my legs above my head and plunge your cock full force into my tumid cunt. I scream in pleasure. Feeling you enter me as my pussy is still in the throes of orgasm is nirvana. Watching you drive yourself into me, grunting, pounding, until you cannot go any deeper. Grinding into me at the perfect angle. With each thrust crashing against my sweet spot making me thrash my arms and hold my body in expectant anxiety. With each sortie of your cock I get closer and closer. With each shriek and bellow your focus intensifies. Both of us close. Words of urging “Come on Babe” and “Fuck it. That’s right fuck it harder!” make it known that any second … any moment both of us will fly away and release ourselves to the other self that lives in the ether.
“That’s it babe … come on! Oh please God! God you feel so good keep fucking me HARDER!”
Until that moment, both our eyes locked and focused on each other when your hips, rigid in expulsion of your juice, screams of relief, joy and euphoria. Both of us clinging to each other to make sure we make the journey together, shaking, tingling and finally collapsing in exultation and pure delirium. Overcome with the phantasmagorical bliss that is our chemistry and has become our nutrition. A sustenance we are no longer able to survive without. A comestible of rare and potent elements, unreproducible, one without a nadir and without a boundary. A viand that has become essential to life, yet impossible to keep up with or maintain. A hunger of irascible impatience that cannot be quelled … until the next time.
… make it happen … make it soon … make it urgent
xox Your Lady Cheeky
