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
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 …
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.
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
Thankful For You
By Lady Cheeky
August 2010
I woke up with the strangest feeling … craving, really. I could feel your cock in my mouth. I could taste its salty sweetness. My lips could feel the smooth, rigid surface of your shaft. The back of my throat could swear that your head was hitting the back of it and tried to swallow you whole each time. The most prominent feeling was that of my bottom lip half covering my teeth, the pressure of your movement as it was moving with you … slowly … each entry and each retraction … in and out. I could sense your circumference … your girth as my throat measured your length enjoying the slippery and sloppy … lapping and licking … sucking and fucking of my eager mouth.
My back arches and my hands find my slit. So wet, the shine must be blinding. My mind has fooled my slick pussy into believing she will be next to get the satisfaction of your cock. She’s writhing … pulsing … hot and steamy … begging me, her master for some relief. As I my mouth is still engaging your cock and not willing to stop … my fingers come to the rescue. Slowly caressing the mound, playing with the patch of silk you like to pull on. Muscle memory in my pussy tells it to expect something just around the corner. Then delicately, as if rocks skipping on water my fingers trace the outside of my lips. Moist, slippery, hot … begging to be violated as my hips cant upward. My hole dripping even more now as I imagine your cock fucking my mouth a bit faster … the pace of your hips pick up above me. I can almost see your face … your head thrown back … trying to control yourself even though overwhelmed with the sensation of my tongue expertly circling your radiating hard on.
My fingers begin to delve into the deep now. Past the folds of protection and into the nest of liquid essence that seduces my hands and finger tips to seek out my most sensitive spot. Both index fingers reach my swollen clit at the same time and each take a side. Extremely sensitive, my body shakes and tremors at the first sensation of pressure from each side.
I could cum in an instant, but I’m enjoying the taste of your pre-cum and watching you hold back. I want to cum together. I want to feel you’re cum hit the back of my throat as mine shoots from my pussy. I want you to inspire my fingers and hands to move as you would and make me gush as my body floats above us from the Dionysian tension and release that flows through us connected only by my mouth and your cock.
My hands are moving faster now … each index finger separate yet working in unison with each other and with the canting of your pace. Rubbing the engorged nest of nerves … making me writhe … making me moan as you fuck my face … feeling the sensation of your balls hitting my chin faster and faster … my fingers rubbing harder and harder … both of us coming closer and closer in perfect syncopation … in electric unison. Loud guttural sounds at the same moments alert us both that release is near … that our perfect union will result in an explosion of ourselves for the others enjoyment … it’s coming closer … furiously rubbing my hot, slick click … your dick thrusting to and fro like the wheels of a locomotive … backs arched … hips grinding and fucking … the sensation of burgeoning ecstasy about to blow through our bodies … and then … the eruption. A rocketing of such force that after the initial blast and paralysis of orgasm we are thrown from our bodies. You, leaving a trail of cum from my mouth diagonally up my face. Me, shooting sweet nectar into the air only for it to land on my belly.
As we unclench the muscles and begin our relaxation into that other world, holding hands so as not to be separated … I can feel my juices still jutting from my pussy … begging to be tasted … consumed … appreciated. Dreamily you rise and stalk my kitty like prey, locking eyes with me as you spread my legs apart … no request, a demand. Your head lowers and a voracious appetite appears and begins to feast upon the glistening juices of my soaked pussy. Lapping and licking. Flicking and sucking. Your fingers exploring fervently, your lips grabbing my clit for your tongue to lick and flick. Slowly drawing that clit deeper into your mouth so you can suck away as your fingers fuck my hole … rubbing my “G” which is beyond normal sensitivity. You have me screaming now, pure animal instinct has over taken you and I am at your mercy. You will not stop until you have coaxed every last orgasm out of my body and suckled my cunt dry. Your fingers “come hither” inside me and I feel the sensation approaching … my clit on the verge of exploding … fingers and tongue and lips all working in unison … tension building … I’m lightheaded and thrashing about … you hold my hips steady with your other hand … determined … still eating … still ravishing … appetite not satisfied yet until … the final burst of my hips and scream from my lungs as my pussy and clit simultaneously erupt in a mushroom cloud of bliss. I lose gravity … too lightheaded to speak … too overwhelmed to breathe properly … I am left, on my back, eyes closed, panting, crying softly … feeling only your soft sweet kisses slowly and gently covering my body … calming me … escorting me tenderly back to earth … to the gentle and safe asylum of your arms … to drift to sleep.
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
An Erotic Missive, Inspired by?
by Lady Cheeky June 26, 2010
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
- 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 pre-cum 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 it’s
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 with me
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 and lick away the remnants
… so as not to waste.
Mmmmmm
, was that a good orgasm, Babe?
Mirror, Mirror
BY Lady Cheeky June 23, 2010
Last night after our encounter, I was aroused beyond a maiden’s patience. Anxiety begat a sexual wildness not known to me for a long time … to long. How do I satisfy this need before I go mad? I walked to the full length mirror in my bedroom to try and see if what I was feeling was apparent. It didn’t seem to be, but something was different. Underneath my nightgown I could see my nipples poking out trying to escape the silk. My sopping nest, I was certain, would be visably throbbing from underneath that I was almost surprised to see it still.
I began to curiously touch my nipples to confirm that their excitement was real . As I ran my fingers and my hands over them with only the silk separating skin from skin … chills rolled up my body and I knew now that I must release myself before I could sleep. Slowly, deliberately I removed the thin straps from my shoulders and let the gown fall away, stopping only for a second as it passed by my pointed nipples.
Without the gown now I could take in my whole naked body. Tracing my breasts, my stomach, my nest with my eyes I began to move my right hand toward my clit. It was only then that I could feel how incredibly wet you had made me, that fact alone seems to draw more blood toward my clit … readying it for my fingers which would be directed by your description that night. I closed my eyes to imagine my fingers were your fingers stroking my clit, rubbing my wetness to allow my other hand to enter me with fingers I imagined is your cock. Thrusting as deeply as they can while the other hand takes over with almost a mind of its own as if possessed by your spirit. Circling and using my own bone structure as resistance between my fingers and my clit. Stimulating it to sensitivity. Circling more now, faster and faster, pressing harder as I removed my left hand from my entry and begin to tease my breasts … cupping and squeezing them gently, pinching the nipples – I could feel my excitement beginning to build. I arched my back, sweat dripping from my body, biting my bottom lip, nostrils flaring, thrusting my hips toward my wet hand as if to hurry my release along. Grabbing firmly at my breasts and nipples as I feel the wave of my orgasm begin.
My body stiffens with the promise of impending climax … bracing itself for the pounding wave of delight that finally comes as I shudder and contort and think of you … and only you … who has given me the gift of this long, powerful and intense orgasm.
My breathing then slowed with sweat and passion dripping from my body. I looked at myself again in the mirror and noticed a slight change in gait and presence. A taller and yet more relaxed Princess … with perhaps the hint of a smile left from your memory on my sated face.
The Bullet, The Rabbit and The Moon
By Lady Cheeky June 23, 2010
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.
What I Like To Do To Mr. Guerre
May 2010
Taking my right hand saturated in my pussy juice, I firmly hold your taut shaft
My left hand plays with your gorgeous balls.
Mmmmm it tastes good Martin. 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 have a full body orgasm baby
sucking on your cock moving it in and out
side to side
hitting the inside of my cheeks
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 Martin
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
now moving to your thighs to
kiss away the remnants
not to waste
Mmmmmm
Fuck
Martin
I LOVE YOUR COCK
You dick is the stuff of dreams
