Esther Perel is one of my favorite authors and Jaiya is a fantastic sex educator. If you’re looking for a sensuality retreat, I highly recommend you check this out.

xo LC

Miranda had let Jean in on her fantasy just weeks after they first met. She trusted him enough to even let him know that she also had younger lover who wasn’t available as often as she wished, so this was how she let him into her secret world.

He was comfortable sharing her and had no demands on her except to confide in her that he had slowly fallen in love. He was that type of man, a sensual and dirty romantic, driven by a lust for passion that had been eluding him until he met her. She was open and honest with him. And she even recognized he had an affect on her that let her to behave sexually free of any restraints. She only confided her most hidden thoughts and desires with him, thus drawing him in ever so deeper.

Her dream fantasy of having two men fill her ass and pussy at the same time would soon become shared knowledge with her younger lover Aaron who was more possessive.  But he had slowly become willing to do anything for her. She loved them both but could never be with either one because of the tangled web of all three’s personal lives.

Her wish was to share both men on her birthday and after months of planning the three would rendezvous  for a day that would last the rest of their lives.

The bar of the hotel they picked was lined with walls of beautiful rich redwood. Dimly lit and quiet from the hustle and bustle of the streets of San Francisco. A popular destination for twenty somethings on a Friday or Saturday night. But on this weekday they had the chic bar to themselves and shared some premium tequila to unwind and relax before heading up to their room. For the first time the two men saw her drink more than one shot which made her silly and even a bit guffy. She giggled at herself easily and enjoyed the verbal foreplay making both men smile and laugh and offering them both time to feel comfortable with each other and bonded by the common love they shared for her.

Under the counter she rested each hand between both lovers thighs stroking their hardness and teasingly licking her lips and laughing as if cleaning up the cum she knew would be eventually dripping down her chin.
Both men in return had a hand under her skirt. As she spread her legs,  both of them kissed her ears while slowly running their fingers up her thighs  towards her moist panty soaked cunt.

”I’ve dreamt about this for so long, this doesn’t seem real. . I adore both of you so much and appreciate the way you have each loved me in return. Each of you has given me incredible pleasure and the kind of affection that I’ve only dreamt about. It means everything to me that you’d both do this for me with no reserve or judgement.
Miranda smiled with that devilish grin of hers and said , ”Your cocks both feel larger than normal today. Are you both ready to fuck and DP me.?”

Aaron answered, ” Any way you want and for as long as you need” and then kissed her on the lips.

”Longer and harder than you can imagine, and I mean that in the most loving way” Jean whispered close to her ear and then French kissed the back of her neck.

With both legs now wide open and her juices beginning to glisten on the outside of her pussy, each lover began taking turns fingering her while the other circled his fingers around her clit.
Occasionally only stopping to lick their fingers before taking a sip of their drinks.

”If the two of you don’t stop that soon you’ll have me cuming and screaming right here. Take me upstairs…”

Jean whispered again, “Good idea as this is not the kind of place for you to be on your knees, blowing both of us from under the table.”

Their room was lavish, modern , with floor to ceiling mirrors behind the head of the bed and on the opposite wall bordered by shear platinum drapes.  She put on her favorite music from her phone as she plugged it in and then cranked up the stereo.
Her two lovers talked about what they’d be comfortable with while admiring her.
As she fiddled with the stereo leaning over the table with her ass pointing at them the two smiled and Jean said,  ”Check her out. Have you ever pounded her ass?”

”No, I haven’t but she’s been teasing me to do so. Have you?”

”Me neither but I’ve slapped her ass with my balls plenty of times.  And I also brought some lube with me cause I know she’s going to want both of us in there at some point.”

”Jean, I’m not sticking my cock in the same hole with you in there.”

”I didn’t mean at the same time, but that is kind of an interesting idea.”

”Hey some ball slapping is cool with me but no crossing swords. Okay?”

”Yeah…  Cool enough!”

Both of them walked up behind her as she had began to grind her ass to the music, her eyes closed and her head down while swaying her hair from side to side. They slowly began to undress her leaving only her bra and panties on and then guided her to the bed where she laid on her back. As she closed her eyes she said, “Both of you take off your clothes.”

As they undressed she peaked at them yearning to see both of them nude. Both were aroused and their erections looked gorgeous to her. Her desire for a MMF threeway had been there for years and now she had two beautiful men who she loved for different reasons in the same room together to make love with her.

Jean was the best lover she had ever had and she commented many times she would have married him if they were the same age. Aaron was her age and extremely handsome. She would give up everything if he would only leave his wife. But both pleased her so differently that together she knew this would be everything she could ever want out of a man… Or in this case… two.

As Aaron kneeled between her legs Jean knelt down behind her head and both lowered their lips to her waiting body. She opened her mouth to accept the kiss of one while the other began to kiss her neck.

Miranda thought to herself she could possibly cum from just their kisses alone while they whispered  how much they loved her. As tongues and lips explored,  hands and fingers glided over her chest and and under her bra. Each man had a hand on her breast and the other caressing each side of her face. It was too much for her to try and resist as her hands soon found their straining cocks.

“No jerking us off yet”, Jean said as he pulled away from her lips and knelt beside Aaron.  ”You can suck us or fuck us but the hand jerk will have to wait until we both cum on you together”

Both men pulled off the remainder of her clothes and Jean laid on his back with his feet towards the headboard and said,  ”Come over here beautiful and sixty nine me cause we both want to lick you at the same time.”

”I don’t know if I can handle sucking that monster cock of yours as you both eat me out.”

” Don’t worry… This is all about you. All you have to do is let go and enjoy cuming more today that you  ever have before.”

Soon she was on all fours, a thick nine inch cock in her hand and mouth and two sets of lips and tongues licking her pussy and clit.  One tongue darting back and forth deep inside her while the other sucked her clit into his mouth,flicking his tongue against it as it began to swell. With two hands on her breasts and squeezing her nipples and two hands sinking his fingers into her buttocks she began to shake her ass to the music. Rolling it around in rhythm to her two lover’s tongues. Aaron had slipped a finger in her ass while pulling his tongue out of her drenched pussy and then went three fingers deep into her cunt as Jean’s lips pulled her clit deeper into his mouth. She soon forgot about the cock she was sucking on and was overcome by her first orgasm.  It came in waves causing her whole body to shake and release a flood of juice onto her lover’s face below.

”Fuck Yeah!”, she yelled and then catching her breath as she looked over her shoulders and glowed with a burning look of lust.

”Go ahead and stick it in her pussy while I lick her clit”, Jean said as she refocused her attention on the cock she had become addicted to.
Jean looked up thinking to himself that balls slapping his forehead was going someplace he thought he’d never be comfortable with. But soon the sight of her her younger lover’s cock sinking into her pussy and balls flying back and forth occasionally striking him was gone. His attention was entirely on her. He knew she needed time to recover after an orgasm so he was gentle with her shiny and swollen clit. He teased it, barely touching it at first, only occasionally letting his lips or tongue graze against it as he slipped his hand toward her asshole.  He slowly pushed in his index finger up to it’s second knuckle and thought about the pictures she had sent him of her on all fours with a vibrator in her pussy and a glass dildo buried deep in her ass.
As his finger pumped her ass deeper and faster her other lover was fucking her now balls deep furiously like an animal in heat. Her arousal became very clear to both of them. Not only was her skin becoming flush and her clit swelling  but her pussy juice was dripping down her thighs and coating his face in her cum.  He licked it eagerly as if it was a precious commodity.  It was enough to send him to the edge. She was sucking him so perfectly, milking his shaft with one hand and squeezing his balls with her other. As he felt his cock stiffen and the cum rise from his balls he pulled her clit hard into his mouth almost as if to bite it instead of sucking it. Soon all three were cuming and moaning in excitement. The two men first, almost cuming on cue. And moments later as she purposely watched Jean’s cum drip from her mouth and onto his pulsating cock and feeling the pressure of Aaron’s load squirting deep within her, she was struck by an even more powerful rush of lust and desire letting herself scream out loud, “Holy Fuck!” The orgasm caused her body to shutter and she pushed her pussy hard against her lover’s face and Aaron’s cock as he remained buried deep in her still pumping the last drops of his cum to the beat of the music that had engulfed their pace of fucking.

”Do you mind if you don’t pull out until I get out of the way? I’m not quite ready to take your load on my face.”

Jean maneuvered his body 180 degrees from under her so he could now look into her eyes. She was still laughing because she thought how many times he had eaten her pussy after cuming in her. He had a way of making her laugh.
She was so beautiful and the look of pure happiness and joy was evident in the smile he had first fallen in love with. As they locked their lips together Aaron got up and went over to the chest of drawers to get the bottle of lube.

”Can I lube you up up”, he said while running a finger from her pussy that was now dripping his cum up to her ass.
”Yes, I’m ready. I want to feel a cock in there.”

Soon she felt a finger applying lube to the opening of her ass while she kissed Jean. The thought of having her two lover’s fucking her made it easy to relax and prepare for an anal and pussy pounding she would become addicted to. She knew if the two men were comfortable with this experience it could become a routine much like the the workouts she did everyday for her fitness.

Within minutes of their last orgasm each lover’s cock was again as hard if not harder than before.

For her older lover this fantasy was something he had always been comfortable with and he often jerked off to this scenario now involving him.
He kissed her as if only the two of them were alone. His mind flooding with thoughts of the woman he longed for more than any other. While in this dream state he felt her hand on his cock pulling it’s head against the opening of her waiting pussy. She teased her clit by rubbing the head of his cock up and down her cum soaked slit. His cock at its fullest was soon pushing and demanding for her to stick it in. And at the same time her younger lover’s cock, glistening in lube and harder than she had ever felt was pressing against her ass.

”Do it slowly.  I want to feel every hard inch of your cocks slide into me at the same time.”

With that, both of her lovers pushed their members into her slowly, almost synchronized as if they had done this many times before. Within a minute both were fully deep inside her with their balls now squeezed against all three of their bodies.
Aaron leaned over her back and began to kiss the back of her ears while she moaned and slowly started that rhythmic motion of grinding her ass to the crawling beat of the trance tune that was playing on the stereo. About twice as slow as the second hand beat of a clock but seductively building up an excitement she had never felt before.  She didn’t want this moment to ever change. An orgasm was so close it would soon overcome her before the music track ended. In this sensual moment of their three hearts beating together and the words of love being shared by all three, she had a flash pop in her mind.

She had seen many images of DP’s before. The typical pornos with ugly actors and the required ending facial. But she could have never imagined feeling so loved and treated with such affection while her body was being fed two beautiful cocks attached to the two incredibly handsome and sexy men she loved.
Her orgasm was even more intense than she could handle. It was the first time in her life she felt helpless and out of control. She let out a cry of pleasure and moaned and then screamed as her body shuttered and her vagina and ass pulsed and contracted for what seemed like an eternity.

Her orgasm was so intense that each lover was soon behind her cuming deeply into her as their balls lifted and hardened against each others . The rush of their warm fluid filling her made her even hornier than before. She had wanted to see them both spurt their pearl essence on her but she knew that would come later after they all collapsed and recovered in each other’s arms.

As all three spooned, she was laying on her side, still holding their cocks deep in the warmth of her body.

”I love you. You are both so unbelievable and so good to me. “

All three collapsed for the next hour while kissing and stoking each other. Being held so tightly by both lovers at the same time brought tears to her eyes as she laid there enjoying the feelings that were more intense than she had ever felt before.

But soon after their rest they all joined in the shower to cleanup and start again under the hot water. This time they switched positions and held her in their arms and began to fuck her while standing up and supporting her weight between the two of them.
Both cocks now experienced her ass for the first time as well as another man’s cock massaging theirs from inside her. Their rhythm would trade off from both hitting her deep at the same time, balls slapping together to one cock penetrating while the other receded. It would be a shower none of them would ever forget and one in which she would for the first time, be on her knees in front of two cocks as they sprayed their loads of cum on her in the mist of the hot water and the steam filled room.
Time stood still that day for all three of them and brought them closer to each other than ever before. It would be the first of many days the three would share together and one that forever changed their lives and their understanding about the word “love”.

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xox LC

Check it out and let me know what you think!  xoxo LC

I’ve been so proud and moved by the great taste in erotic photography (IMHO) that my followers have, I want to give everyone an opportunity to express themselves and submit their OWN photos and erotica. I am starting a new offshoot of www.LadyCheeky.com soon and will bank the chosen submissions until its launch (probably late 1/2012).

All photos that are selected will be posted as an anonymous submission unless otherwise specified.  Submissions should be in the spirit of the “Lady Cheeky: Smut For Smarties” site/aesthetic i.e.; sensual, artistic, passionate, authentic, real, sexy, sexually affirming, fun, romantic, feeling, evocative, etc.  All shapes and sizes are happily encouraged.

To be considered for posting:

• You (and your subjects) MUST BE OVER 18 at the time any photograph/s was/were taken.
  
•  When emailing your photos for submission, you must state the ages of the subjects in the photos, that all photos were taken with the knowledge and consent of the legally of age subject and   that you are donating you photo for consideration to be published on a www.LadyCheeky.com site (no compensation will be given in perpetuity).

Let’s see what kind of erotica and erotic art we can make!

Please email all submissions and /or questions to: Submit@LadyCheeky.com

Thank you and have fun!!!

xoxox Lady Cheeky

LADY CHEEKY SMART SMUT SWAG

I’m starting to realize it is the rare manwho is actually a “gentleman”. Yes, I consider myself a feminist and a strong woman. But I am also … a “lady”. I believe you can be both at the same time.  I want to believe that there are men out there who can appreciate a strong woman who knows what she wants AND who likes to be treated like a “lady”.  By “lady” I don’t mean being treated with kid-gloves or holding back a curse word or two. I mean a gentleman who is genuine and kind and who really feels it an honor to be spending time with his date … and shows it. The last couple of men I have gone out with (not including my FWB/Lover) it has been painfully obvious that they just want to hop into bed.  I think you know enough about me by now that I am not opposed to that … IF the feeling/chemistry is right.  But to be sitting across from someone who is trying every trick in the book to get you in the sack and then pouts when you politely redirect the conversation is disappointing, tiring and boring. Where are the men that revel in the art of seduction? The men that know it takes at least a week to woo a woman. The men that realize that a well-wooed woman is a thousand times more apt to provide reciprocal attention than a woman whom he ham-fistedly cajoles into coitus. Men:  We want to “see” you as well. Show us who you are. Let us in. We will, in turn, shower you with affection and passion. Show us you are attracted to the whole woman – honor us –  and not just the pussy and boobs. Take your time and you can win our hearts as well as our libido. I believe, women need to feel that we are wholly desired. Earn her desire. I mean isn’t that the fun part for both of us anyway?  Isn’t that the “dance” that precedes great and satisfying passion? Guys, we all know that you want sex. That’s a given. And because we all know this, your restraint and (hopefully) authentic interest in us as people and showing deft interest in, and respect of, our womanhood is appreciated and valued. There is no time limit on this process as all women are different .. but I guarantee that sex with your new paramour will be more satisfying and passionate if the wooing and seduction are done thoughtfully and well. That’s just my two cents   xoxo Lady Cheeky

He told me he loved me. He stroked my head. He begged me. He made love to me. He fucked me. He held my hand. He held my face in his hands. He told me I was the best he ever had. He told me I was the love of his life. He wrote me love letters. He marked how many times during the day he thought about me on his hand. He sent me pictures of the moon. He told me he loved me everyday. He told me we were destined to be together. I believed him.

He also lied to me, led me on, used me, manipulated me, dis-respected me and took advantage of me.

And in the end … when push came to shove … he chose her.

And it hurts.

Because, if you love someone you fight for them, you sacrifice, you make difficult decisions, you chase fear away and jump. When you love someone, you are brave and respectful and compassionate. When you love someone you see truth in their eyes and decide that’s how you want to see the world.  He didn’t love me.

At least I know I loved honestly and unexpurgated. I loved wholly and vulnerably. I loved him despite his failings and because of his flaws. I loved his scars and his other imperfections because that’s what made him beautiful to me. I loved what I thought was his soul. But it turns out it was only what he wanted me to see. I was duped. I was dumped. I was devastated … but I’m moving on.

- Lady Cheeky    8/11

http://www.ladycheeky.com/post/6421437600/whisper-ladycheeky

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

FIRST PIC IS MINE

It’s been a long winter.

So, naturally, you’re thinking of heading somewhere warmer. Hotter. You know, like a hotel with a human-sized cage…

Introducing Reina Roja Hotel, a sultry adults-only homage to titillation of all types, located in the heart of Playa del Carmen and taking reservations now.

Imagine a typical white-washed Mexican hacienda. Now, imagine its debauched opposite—a high-design, lushly experimental pleasure palace. Upon arrival, you’ll notice everything is bathed in red light, from the deep, rich wood in the lobby bar to the chains hanging next to your bed. (Just go with it.)

After acquainting yourself with the intricacies of your room’s blackout curtains and catching, say, La Dolce Vita at the in-house cinema, you’ll want to head to the boutique, which resembles a Spanish Colonial–era pharmacy. It stocks what we can only assume are ancient Mayan aphrodisiacs—snake venom, hyacinth water and the tears of virgins. (No… seriously.)

Eventually, you’ll return to one of the hotel’s five themed rooms. There’s the Espacio Erótico, which comes equipped with an extra-large cage—for very large birds, of course. But we’re thinking the After Hours space, a soundproofed abode with disco balls, room for eight people and mirrored ceilings.

No idea what those are for.Note:Reina Roja Hotel, now taking reservations, more info here, see the slideshow

Reina Roja Hotel
Calle 20 No 128
(between 5th and 10th Ave)
Playa del Carmen
Quintana Roo, Mexico
+52 984 877 3800
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10/19/09 (from emails sent 10 days after we met when I was “Princess Polysemy”)

Dear Princess:

In light of your efforts today, I felt it necessary to take a coffee break and detail my situation last night.  Hopefully, it will only spur on further messages, flirtation and sexts. Thanks for the inspiration.

Our IM ended so abruptly, it was as if I had just awoke from a pleasant dream to the harsh reality of another day.  During the last few minutes of our time together, I was merely just sitting there enjoying looking at your words and our banter.  It’s as if we were two boxers sparring in a ring except our gloved hands were replaced by quips and words that landed with love, passion, and torment.

I was left psychologically spirited and sexually charged – not to the point of no return, but I felt that if I could muster an orgasm in your honor, I might be able to sleep soundly with you in my dreams.  I began by reviewing previous transcripts, but was quickly caught up in the task of trying to read for other meanings and inflection.  Pausing to cease that effort, I tried to get more into the sexuality of it, but was left semi-erect and no clear path to success.

I realized the burr in my saddle may have been my contemplation of your request for a picture of my hands.  As you know, I struggled with this, recalling the dissatisfaction of my first efforts in sharing my image.  “But it’s a hand,” I told myself.

I googled “hands” for some time trying to find a likeness yet without the scars, the veins, the weathered skin.  Finally, my conscience got the better of me. “She gave me a pass to not partake in this folly.  Why throw something out there that is not you, when given such a gift?”

Finally, I took a photo of my hand.  Using the chairside table and lamp, I aligned and lighted so it would be just so.  First I contemplated the palm but demurred with the crazy thought that somehow you could determine more from me by reading my palm.  It would have included the all too evident calluses from the day’s labor.  Then to the back, I rolled my E.T. digits under, thereby not only covering my rugose digits, but also hiding signs of my oral fixation.

Satisfied with the results I sent it to you without further contemplation.  Knowing once it was sent, I could not take it back and only have greater regret depending on your feedback (a side note, your feedback was gracious and worthy of my consternation).

It was now approaching midnight and my body yearned for release.  I spent some time catching up on my reader, madly scanning for a picture or something to provide the needed spark.  At this point, I actually adjusted my laptop from my lap to the footrest in front of me.  In this position, without any underwear, I was free to grasp, grope and cajole arousal from my member.  At one point, the arousal built to a high enough level, I felt it necessary to push my pants down to my ankles, thereby allowing for unfettered access.  My tip exuded a small amount of pre-cum yet not enough to satisfactorily lube.  It’s as if my body was yelling, “This isn’t what we’ve been getting! Who are you trying to fool?”  I contemplated reaching for a bottle of lube to assist, but that seemed like almost too much work to complete.

In a hasty last attempt, I began searching for stories.  Stories describing acts that we’ve yet to achieve with words as inspiring as those that we’ve streamed.  There was enough inspiration to continue, but not enough to fully satisfy my needs.  Finally, just before midnight I gave up.

Throughout the evening, I’d incessantly, almost compulsively switched to Twitter, AIM and Gtalk, hoping your RL (sic: real life) would allow for respite.  I envisioned myself as an intruder, hiding in the shadows waiting for you to return to your room.  I knew if you did, I’d spring upon you like a cougar on a quail. Unsuspecting you’d be mindless as I assaulted your senses.  You’d be powerless as I grabbed you with strong hands and pushed you over the back of the chair.  You’d be paralyzed as I’d yank the nightgown from your startled body, and there before me, your alabaster skin would provide a feast for my weary eyes.

My shoes would kick your legs wider, matching the feet of the chair.  Only your thong would seemingly provide protection from my lecherous eyes.  You’d feel my body slide by, fearful of my next action.  Then suddenly I’d grab your auburn locks and pull your head back, as if correcting a spirited filly.  A slight gasp would come from your mouth, unexpecting the onslaught.  “Why did you keep me waiting so long?” I’d sneeringly whisper in your ear.

Your answer wouldn’t matter, for your fate had been prejudged.  Shortly after your retort, my right hand would smack flatly against your ass.  Your head would involuntarily jerk only to realize my left hand in your hair still held you in a contorted posture.  “Do you know how much I longed for you to return?”

Perhaps realizing no words were appropriate, no sound wound come from your lips.  My hand would gently descend and stroke at the reddening image of my palm.  Barely touching your cheek, it’d gently trace the contrasting lines of broken blood vessels and unfettered skin.  Only, when you’d emit that sigh, that peaceful accepting sigh, my rage would rise again.

“Are you enjoying this my Princess?” I’d scowl. While my left would jerk your head again, my right would push down my pants.  There, the product of my hours of waiting would spring forth waiting to finish the attack.  You’d remain glancing, unknowing the certainty of your situation.

My right hand would return to your rear and trace the line of your thong from back to front.  There it would find purchase and frantically push it aside.  Grabbing your hip, my erection would suddenly arise from between your legs shocking your senses and causing your head to flinch against the bonds of your hair yet again.  “I know you’ll enjoy this,” I’d promise.

Suddenly, with nary a warning I’d push my throbbing member deep inside you.  The wetness of your loins contradicts the plea of your surprise, as I’d slam my entire length deep inside.  And at my hilt, I’d pause.  My hips would roll and my right hand would push back against your mons, hoping to feel me buried deep inside.  I’d adjust some more and probe some more, again hoping to feel the outline of my member buried deep within.

While remaining deep inside, my hand would slide down across your clit.  Gently reminding you of a presence outside your cunt.  Then two fingers would trace the slippery lips distended by my insertion.  Gathering juice as if a bee gathering pollen.  That same hand, those same fingers would then find your mouth and forcibly enter urging to be cleaned.

And upon the sound of a whimper, I’d awaken again realizing my need to gain control of your mind and body yet again.  My right and left hands would join together on your shoulder blades pushing you further over the spine of our makeshift saddle.  I’d push strongly against the center of your back while hardened cock would remain deeply buried. Only satisfied when the sweat began to roll up your back, would my devastating attack begin.

And in an animalistic fever, my passion would erupt.  My guttural sounds accompanied by your moans and the sounds of our sexes sliding together.  The moisture from our efforts would drip from our bodies while the juices of our groins began to wick up your thong.  At times my force would so overcome our pose that the chair would slide forward causing us to adjust yet again.

Our passion was building, our bodies afire.  I would sense that we’d be approaching this peak called orgasm momentarily.  And yet I’d wanted to render one final punitory act.  My hips would slide back – my dick just outside your dripping slit.  I’d pause just long enough to make you hesitate, make you yearn, and make you turn your head in search of fulfillment.  Only there you’d see a blur.

You’d momentarily realize it was the indistinguishable sight of my left hand racing to find your left ass cheek.  And with a loud smack you’d cry.  From pleasure to pain in a mere fraction of a second, your mind would become overwhelmed with the contrast and try to comprehend the significance.  “You must always remain available,” I’d deeply scowl.

And then, before you could adjust, searing fire now smoldering in each cheek, I’d pile into you again, momentarily slamming the air from your body as your heaving chest crashed into the chair.  My hands would be pawing at your hips attempting maintain the tempo.  Our bodies would take over, the passion overwhelming.

And out of the corner of my eye, I’d notice the clock.  12:23.

There, in the haze of a sex depraved fantasy, you’d slipped into the realm of AIM.  In a flash of a moment, you’d come and you’d gone.  Not even a whisper.  Not even a pause. Never even realizing who waited in the shadows.

Yours,

MG

Dear Mr. Guerre,

I’ve just read your story for the third time tonight and am still left breathless and stimulated beyond any hope of sensible relief.  The fact that a very similar fantasy has played through my mind a 1000 times before without having the courage to speak it aloud was enticing enough … but to read on .. oh my …

The first time I read your story in full was in the restroom of an event at a posh hotel this evening at approximately 8:00pm. These restrooms had  individual shuttered stalls that were more like individual closets in a East Hampton mansion than a hotel lavatory.  I snuck in to read my piece from my lover and it did not disappoint. When I noticed the fresh wet feeling between my thighs, I knew I was sunk.  I had already decided to take off my skirt, hang it on the hook and place my phone in my left hand … my right began to massage the inner folds of my slit. Already steaming and drenched my pussy was ready …. as it had been all day … to get fucked again … to cum again to your delicious description of how you would have your way with me.

When you described your shoes kicking my feet wider apart, I felt faint as I began to stroke my pussy even faster and deeper, grazing my clit every now and again to let it know that I would be back to sate her. Your hand slapping my ass, other hand grasping my hair as I sighed to release the feeling of deep relief your presence promised me. Scowling “Are you enjoying this, Princess?” had me panting even harder in that tiny space imagining your hot breath behind my ear as you whispered it, and working over my cunt in a furious fever for satisfaction. I could feel my face contorting,  getting hot … I could hear my inner voice struggling and begging for myself to make me cum now.  But the story wasn’t over and I know that my Martin would want it saved until the last possible moment.

When you slammed your cock into into me, resting it in my deepest crevice, feeling for an outline of your member, I could barely stand it.  Imagining, your hot and sweaty body against mine. Feeling your skin connect with my back and knowing you were inside me was more than I could take. I shook and could feel the flutter of my orgasm coming with my fingers nowhere near my clit.  I literally had to bang my head against the stall wall (not too hard, but enough to smart) to snap me out of it and put me on track for the rest of the story.

But then you shoved your fingers bathed in my cum into my mouth and it was nearly over. My arousal had begun again and at full force. Thankfully what came next would be my relief and and my refuge.  Reading how you were fucking me hard and riding me like and animal. I rubbed and rubbed, my clit getting more aroused and engorged …. faster and faster.  Both our bodies as one and rasping with moans from deep within. Feeling my body limp over the chair, your hands on my hips guiding your cock deeper within me and then out in just enough time for another ass slap to drive me over the edge. Faster, faster – harder! Rub harder!   I’m almost there, my back against the wall, my head tilted to the left, my right hand moving so fast it’s almost shaking my clit free from my pussy. I had to make myself cum. As you piled into me again slamming the air from my body I came – hard,  just as I was imagining your hands keeping time with my hips thrusting your cock deep into my cunt.

There, in the luxury hotel bathroom stall the world paused for a moment to focus itself on me. Everything slowed … sound, sight all turned down one notch to the rhythm of my beating heart and throbbing womanhood.  I closed my eyes and licked my lips to savor one last second before I had to return to my obligation. When I opened the stall, I knew I would have to join the real world again and leave my Martin … my torturous, lovely, vigorous and sexy lover behind.

I thank you my love, for one of the best, sexually expressive and arousing experiences I could have.

I await your return from the caverns of whatever depths you must go to slay your dragon.

Come back to me …

xo PP

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

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?

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.