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It is Good to be The King

On Wednesday I was listening to The Sex Files, a show on the Maxim channel on Sirius Satellite Radio. It features two women talking about sex, taking questions from listeners and usually featuring some 'Sexpert.' (Why they haven't invited me on the air yet I have no idea) Anywho, they were discussing the average male penis size. According to the statistics they researched, the average male penis is 5.0-5.35 inches. Woo Hoo! I'm above average! Come and get it ladies!

Part 5

How long the sensual teasing went on you can't tell. Time seems unimportant. Only the feeling. The feeling of my hand on your hip. My fingers parting, stroking, teasing...and finally filling your wanting pussy. As you feel your sweet, slippery, sexy juices running down your legs you utter aloud in a whisper, "Fuck me, please. I need it..." You want to pull away from the ties that bind you, to turn around and take hold of my hard cock and stop this incessant teasing. Stop it by grabbing my hard cock and guiding me into your wanting pussy. You can feel it. You need it. You're at that point where you know that if I were to fill you deeply, my hard, full cock inside you, that it would touch you in the way, in the spot that would push you over the edge and let those waves of pleasure that are on the brink, come crashing down, washing through your body, sweeping you away.

Night has completely fallen by now. Crickets chirrping. A soft, warm breeze off the lake the waves softly lapping at the shore and the crackle of the fire. All these sounds are intoxicating when combined with what your body is feeling. You push your ass out a little, wanting more. Wanting my two fingers, or maybe more to plunge deep into you and scratch that soft, warm little itch you have. You're hoping I'll remove my hand and replace it with the feeling of my hard, throbbing muscle. And then, to your suprise you do feel my fingers leave your pussy, but only a little, slipping out and sliding backwards. Just gently moving back and forth between your pussy lips. "Say it louder. Tell me what you want," I say. "Say it louder or I'll walk away and leave you here." Earlier this might have terrified you, might have thrown you into a panic, but now, even though your wrists are still tied to the deck railing,you are not afraid, and you're not afraid to demand what you want. Almost defiantly you say, "Fuck me. Fuck now, hard, like I want it. Fill me with that big cock of yours. I want it inside me. That's what I want. Are you afraid to fuck me?" As I stand there, a smile comes across my lips. I love your challenge. Your little ploy of reverse psychology. I know if I respond verbally I've given you back the control, so I maintain my silence and let my actions speak for me. I continue to tease your pussy, allowing my fingers to slide further up between your parted legs and I feel your clit, rub it between my fingers, Using your pussy juices on my now very slippery fingers to make it slip in and out between my fingers. You knees buckle at this sensation.

And then it's gone again. You feel my fingers slowly slide between your lips again and then back across your sensitive little taint and up the cleft of your ass. All the way up and back down your feel my fingers lubricated with you making your ass wet and slippery. You gasp as you feel my fingertips play across your asshole and your wet, hot little cunt tingles and clenches. You want this. You're not sure what 'this' is, but you want it and, losing a little control once again, you hang your head and grip the railing, "God yes, that's it, just fuck me. Fuck me somehow. Don't stop."

Part IV: Just a Little Taste For You

Finally feeling more comfortable, and in spite of having your wrists bound you decide to take control the only way you know how. Your lips move from my mouth, to my cheek to my neck. Your tongue flickers in and out and traces the edge of my ear. You breathily whisper, "I want you." My heart pounds in my chest, my cock rises against you. This wasn't how it was supposed to be. We had fantasized about me taking you any way I pleased, your body my plaything. You were turning the tables on me, my mind and body teetering on the brink of losing control to you, and I wanted that too.

Arms outstretched, still bound as I stand between them, your lips continue their tantalizing journey down my neck, my chest, your tongue circling each nipple, your lips softly engulfing them, sucking, pulling, teasing. My hands tangled in your hair, stroking, smelling, loving the feel of your soft tresses against my skin. Down my stomach your kisses march. I look down watching you as you crouch in front of my kissing across the waistband of my boxers. God I want to touch that sexy little pussy of yours. I feel helpless to stop you though. Your teeth grab the edge of my boxers and lift them over the head of my cock, and then your mouth deftly pulls them down. As they fall to the ground around my ankles I feel your hot breath on my cock. Your pink lips only inches away from the pleasure I want so bad. Your lips lavishing kisses on the front of my thighs, So close. Suddenly, your tongue, feeling like a hot, wet, little laser suddenly begins to trace a line at the base of my engorged cock. You catch the drop of slippery precum on the tip of your tongue and follow it up to the head.


I want this. I want you, but not like this. Regaining what little control I had over my lust I couched down to meet your lips and slowly rose with your lips matching mine until our bodies were pressed against each other once again. I quickly ducked out under your arms and moved to stand behind you. My hands on your hips, and then sliding down the warm, smooth skin of your thighs and you spread your stance open as you feel one hand start up the inside of your thigh. You feel my fingers curve under your pussy, parting your wet, tingling lips. I pull back to taste you on my hand. Mmmmmmm.....this little taste of your sex makes me ravenous. I want to devour you sexually. My hands finds your little slit from behind again and I begin to slide it forward and back between your lips. You sem to be trying to angle your hips to get me to tease your tender little clit. Not yet, not yet. Your juices are now seemingly pouring down the inside of your thighs as you begin to move your hips as if you're being fucked. I love the sound of your moans as you toss your head to the side, eyes closed, luxuriating in the physical sensations, forgetting for a few precious moments that you're still tied in place...

A Tub for Two: Part 3

As you stand helplessly tied by the wrists to the deck railing, a breeze stirs the trees as the sun sets over the lake. You're torn between relaxing and enjoying the atmosphere and remaining tense and ready to scream for your life at any moment. The breeze coming off the lake hardens your nipples and you decide to chance a peek over your shoulder at me. You see me pulling my tight, black t-shirt off over my head. I can feel your eyes on me and it gets my cock hard. The look in your eyes is no longer fear as they roam over my chest and stomach, following my hands downward. I know you're watching as I continue to open my belt and jeans and push them down over my hips. You begin to relax as you feel certain that I plan on a lot more pleasure than pain. In all honesty although you don't know this, I haven't made up my mind in that regard. I know there will be pleasure, but will it be yours, or mine, or both? I hadn't thought this through. From our blog and e-mails I knew that I wanted you, but I wasn't prepared to have my breath taken away the way it was when I saw you step out of the car.

You relax and lean forward, resting your elbows on the railing as if you've decided to enjoy the view, taunting me with your beautiful ass pushed outward, towards me. It looks like an invitation, but do I want to take it? You continue to look out at the lake as you feel my hips against you from behind. You feel my hard cock through the material of my boxers pressing into the cleft of your ass, and surprisingly you feel my hands reach to the back of your head to untie the gag. Standing up you feel my arms wrap around you and the warmth of my chest against the skin of your back. My hands smoothly and expertly unsnap the bra clasp between your breasts. You daren't move, hoping to feel the rough, calloused skin of my hands cup your breasts, to feel my strong fingers stroke and tease your nipples between my thumb and forfinger. As you stand almost frozen, waiting, I sense what you want, but to give in would put you in control. If for a moment I give in to your wants I'd be lost in your pleasure, in your body, spinning dizzily on your every gasp of breath and throaty moan. I can't give myself over to you like that yet. I want so much more. More of you.

Unable to resist the delicious sensation of my hard, throbbing muscle against the warm embrace of your ass I continue to allow myself this little indulgence as you feel my hands slide down your ribcage to your hips. Hooking my fingers into the stretched string of your thong I pull downward sliding it off of you and as it fall the the deck beneath your feet you catch it on one toe and toss it aside. "Now I have what I want," I think to myself. I step back to gaze at your beautiful body, admiring every inch of your skin, wanting to taste each and every one of those inches with my tongue. Unbeknownst to me, you are also thinking of tasting inches of a slightly different kind. But how do I start, how do I finally take this body that I've fantasized about for so long? As you stand there naked and waiting I decide what I want. How I want to start to explore you. I come closer and duck beneath your bound arm and stand up between your tied hands, my face inches from yours. I thought I was in control. I though having you bound would give me that control. I was wrong.

You lean forward pressing your mouth against mine, your bare breasts against my chest, your hips with that soft, warm, wet little oasis against my barely concealed cock, now aching, wanting you. My tongue finds yours and draws it into my mouth. Your hips grind against mine and I don't resist. My hands encircle your waist and move lower to pull you against me. My fingers playfully travel between the cleft of your ass and you feel that familiar clench in your pussy that is predictably followed by the gorgeous feel of your delectable juices saturating your pussy lips and the front of my boxers as our tongues continue their intricate little dance.

A Tub for Two: Part 2 "Trust me"

As you're being carried towards the cabin you are expecting the best. Perhaps making love on a fur rug in front of a romantic fireplace you think. You are stirred from your wishful thinking as I turn the corner and instead of carrying you into the cabin, I pass the door and go around to the side, heading to the other side of the cabin. As I round the corner you see a lit fire in a stone fireplace, crackling and illuminating the hot tub that sits on a deck hanging over the lake. The sound of the waves and the crackling fire wash over you, relaxing your body. You seem to soften and melt in my arms. As I still carry you, you take my face in your hands and press your lips against mine. The night looks even more promising than you had dared imagine.

I set you down on your feet by the deck railing and without a word I pull you to me, my lips covering yours, my hands smoothly moving from your back to cup the curve of your ass. I can feel your nipples harden against my chest as we kiss. Impulsively I pull back and sweeping my hands upward I grasp the edge of your shirt and quickly pull it off over your head. "Turn around," I say, "look at the lake." You do, waiting for the feeling of my arms wrapping around you. But before you realize what has happened I'm strapping your right hand to the decl rail with a leather belt. "But...wait...I.... " you stammer. "Shhhhhhh," I say as I press my finger to your lips. "Trust me." It's too late. At this point you don't have any choice but to trust me as now your other hand is strapped down too. You're starting to panic a little. You're in the middle of nowhere, with a virtual stranger, tied up and no one, NO ONE, knows where you are. "Don't scream, trust me, " I whisper into your ear. "But wait, no, I...mmmmmph!" Your eyes bulge wide as I gag you and tie it behind your head. "I told you to trust me That didn't have to happen."

You know you can't scream now, and even if you could, there's no one for miles who would hear you. Tears begin to run down your face as the certainty of imminent torture and death seems to loom. Suddenly you feel lips, soft lips kissing your tears and again my whisper, "Trust me." You close your eyes and wait, fearful about what might be next. Not wanting to acknowledge the situation you put yourself in, praying that when you opened your eyes you'd be home awakening from a terrible nightmare. If not for the terror you're feeling this would be a beautiful setting. The lake and the flickering glow of the fire. The crisp, clear night sky appears to be a tapestry of indigo velvet strewn with diamonds. As you wish in vain for a way to turn back time you feel my hands encircle your waist and unbutton your jeans, my hands firmly, steadily sliding them down over your hips and legs until they fall at your feet. You stand here, outdoors, all but naked in what you thought would be a cute and sexy little bra and thong outfit that would arouse your blogger lover at your first passionate meeting. In your head those romantic fantasies have been replaced by flashes, horrible flashes, images of what possible torture and pain I might be intent upon inflicting upon you.

A Tub for Two: Part 1

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Tag! I'm It!

I'm generally not a big fan of blog tags, but my friend, a.secret (http://pocketsecrets.blogspot.com) tagged me and it's a relatively short one. Too short in fact. The idea is to sum yourself up in 6 words. In general I don't do too many tags because I'm not a big fan of public self-disclosure, but what can 6 words really say about me? Ok, here goes:

Caution. Contents not what they appear.

I have no idea. It's hard to do this without sounding corny. I didn't want it to look like those silly getting to know you exercises you do on the first day of third grade. Here's who I'm tagging with this:

Brainiac Chick
JRM
Having My Cake
Nitebyrd
Casdok

Have fun ladies!

It's a Beautiful Day in the Neighborhood...

"It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood
A beautiful day for a neighbor
Would you be mine?
Could you be mine?
Won't you be my neighbor?"
~Fred Rogers

We had gotten to know each other quite a bit over the last few months through our blogs, e-mails and online conversations. We had exchanged pictures. In fact we had gotten to know each other very intimately through the electronic medium, so much so that you had started to wonder what my voice might sound like or how it might feel if we really ever did have the opportunity to do all those things we fantasized about. We imagined each other to be the perfect lovers. We knew each others sexual likes, dislikes, and freaky little secrets. There was no doubt in your mind that I could easily bring you to a mind blowing orgasm with all the things you had told me. Then suddenly, startlingly it wasn't so much of a game any longer and you weren't sure what to do. In the past when you had developed online "friendships" you had been so careful to protect your real, personal information. Then last night online, over a glass of wine, or two, ok it was a long night, maybe three, you had admitted to me what city you lived in. And I had shared that same information with you. We both thought it would be harmless. Until our answers were the same. Now it could be real if we wanted it to be. But you had briefly freaked out a little and clicked right out of the IM conversation.

It was a typical Monday morning. Getting ready for work. Standing in front of the mirror brushing out your hair. Running through your schedule in your mind. Wondering where the weekend went. Dreading the meeting today. Then suddenly your doorbell rang. You weren't expecting anyone this early, but occasionally your crazy old neighbor came over to ask if you had seen her cat or taken her morning paper again. "It was one time, jeez, get over it lady. I gave it back," you thought to yourself as you walked to the door. Feeling annoyed before you even reached the door you practically fling it open and your breath catches in your throat. Staring back at you are my blue eyes and the smile you never thought you'd see in person. "Well hello neighbor! Mind if I borrow a cup of sugar?" My mouth and my body are in motion at the same time. Before you can respond I step forward and take your face in my hands, placing my lips upon yours, my tongue finds yours. You're shocked and taken aback for a moment, but I can feel you soften and begin to kiss me back. You pull back from my kiss for a moment, "Get in here before we're seen," you say as you pull me in the door by the hand.

As soon as the door shuts behind us I pull you to me with one hand around your waist. My mouth covers yours and this time there is no resistance, and in fact I find you leaning into me, pressing your body against mine, pinning me against the door. My other hand finds the tie to your robe and tugs enough to open it. You step back, your eyes never leaving mine and you allow your robe to fall to the floor. With your hands on my hips you lower yourself to your knees in front of me and deftly open my jeans. You hand moves to my cock, already hard and you squeeze it through my boxers, almost as if you're testing it. I pull my shirt off over my head and I feel you pull my boxers down my legs. Now your warm, soft hand takes me firmly and you lower your soft, supple, beautiful pink lips to the head of my cock. Your tongue flickers out to lap up the drop of pre-cum rolling down the head. My hands hold youur head, stroking your soft hair as I suddenly feel a hot, wet line being traced up my shaft by your tongue. And then the embrace of your mouth engulfing my sensitive swollen head. I lower my hands from your head to your shoulders and begin to massage them as I watch your beautiful face so near my cock. I thrill at the sight and feel of my aroused member in your mouth. There's just something so sensous and beautiful about a woman's face, and to see you so near to my cock and to feel the pleasure your lips seem to be drawing from me I feel like I could get lost in this moment. But I want you so many more ways, I want to hear and taste and touch and feel you. Three months of online foreplay have brought me to your door and I want this to be everything we've fantasized about together.

I take you by the shoulders and lift you. If that had gone on any longer I might have cum in your mouth. As much as I want that, this isn't the time yet. Without a word you take my hand and lead me to the bedroom where I pick you up and literally toss you onto the bed. I quickly lay on top of you, my weight holding you down as my tongue pushes into your mouth. My hands hold your outstretched arms above your head. As I kiss you, you can feel the weight of my body, my warm skin against yours, my cock, thick and hot against your pussy. I kiss your face, then your ear, then down your neck. You sigh in disappointment as I lift my cock away from your wet, wanting little slit. But you gasp again as my lips find your nipples and my fingers move down your body to find an oasis, with them inside it swells and I can feel you tighten your legs around my hand. My lips continue to tease, and lick and suck your nipples switching sides as my fingers touch you in every way you can imagine.

As the intensity of my lips and fingers continue to increase I can feel your hips begin to move with me, your moans getting louder. I know it's almost time. I kiss my way down your body and remove my fingers and lick them clean as you watch. Then mouth mouth is on your pussy, licking and lapping and sucking. My tongue alternately fucking you and teasing your clit. My hands cupping your ass, tilting you up to my mouth. I raise my head and use my hands to roll you over and I pull your ass up so that your on your knees. Kneeling behind you I slide my cock between your wet pussy lips. Not entering you, just sliding up and back. the hot, swollen head of my cock just reaching your clit. Then in one quick, smooth motion I pull back and enter you. You can feel my full, thickness pushing into you and your pussy takes me, slowly at first and then I feel the tension release and I slide in to the hilt. My hands on your I pull you to me, meeting my thrust. You rise up onto your hands and look over your shoulder to watch me. You love to watch as I look down at your beautiful ass, watching myself enter you. I can't bear the heat and the slick wetness and I increase my pace, Now I'm just holding on and riding your rocking hips. I see one of your hands disappear to slide down your belly and tease your clit as you enjoy the feel of me in and out, the ridge of my head hitting that spot just inside. And then as you let out a gasp, my body stiffens and my fingers dig into your hips as UI slam hard into you one more time. I can feel the explosion inside you as you rock back over and over slamming your ass into me, riding my cock as I cum. Now I see, and feel and hear your orgasm coming as you fuck faster and faster and then your body freezes for a moment and your breath catches. Then you collapse forward, legs akimbo as I kneel between them, the last of my cum dripping off my cock onto your open ass. As you lift yourself up to your elbows and look back at me once again I say, "Welcome to the neighborhood."

The Guy Code of Conduct: Part 1

Men are complicated beings. So complicated in fact, that it's entirely possible that we are a completely different species than women, evolved from alien beings who once colonized the planet. I'm pretty sure that those aliens came here in search of women. We are such complicated beings that we've established an extensive set of rules by which to lead our lives. This set of rules is titled The Guy Code of Conduct. The Code was first begun in prehistoric times where it was actually found carved into two stone tablets that were discovered in a cave in France. I believe that the author of the rules was some guy named Adam. Since that time The Code has been disseminated throughout the world, formalized and revised as our species has evolved. The Code continues to evolve to this day even if men have not.
Men have developed a complex series of activities, referred to in most cultures as sporting events, as a way to have meetings regarding The Code without arousing the suspicion of the female species. In fact Monday Night Football was invented just as an excuse for our meetings during which we revise, discuss and otherwise find ways to skirt our own rules. The Super Bowl is just a cover for our big annual conference. Remember the whole feeding Christians to the lions get togethers at the Coliseum in ancient Rome? Just a big Guy Meeting. Amish barn raisings? Same thing. If Amish guys are like regular guys, I'm betting they're out behind the barn smoking pipes and saying things like, "Ezekiel, I hear thee raised your barn with a trollop from the big city. Dude, that is ballsy with a capital B. Way to go! Up high! (high fives all around)
None of these rules have ever been revealed publicly. What I am about to do here may get me kicked out of the club. One of the rules is that we are never to explain the rules to women. There is one caveat to that rule. There is one rule that supersedes every other rule in The Guy Code of Conduct:

Rule 1. "You can break any rule in The Code or in any country in the world, if you are trying to score with a chick." Yes, it actually says "chick" in our book. Don't blame me, I didn't write it. Now I'm skirting the rules here because of course I’m too sensitive and intellectual to ever use my writing to hit on women. I would never corrupt my art in that way. Men the world over respect each other's need to sometimes break the laws of their country in order to pursue a women whom we desire. Why do you think Clarence Thomas was elected to the Supreme Court despite the allegations of sexual harassment at a former job? In our meeting we did severely reprimand him for the harassment and he was given lessons on how to talk to women respectfully. We didn't want him to go around embarrassing us like that. Bill Clinton got away with the whole Monica Lewinsky thing didn't he? Granted, there's no accounting for taste. No doubt I could go on and on listing crimes that men have allowed other men to get away with simply because the end goal was pursuing a woman.

Rule 2."Never explain the rules to women. If they understood us they might enslave us. Until they explain their rules to us, we're not explaining ourselves to them. For exceptions to rule number 2, see rule number 1."

This is the first in a series of articles revealing The Code. I am revealing these at great personal risk in hopes of fostering greater understanding and improving the lines of communication between men and women. And if that helps a few guys get laid, then so be it.

The Bet

It started innocently enough. A few smirking, teasing jokes about masturbation while at dinner. We have a good rapport and are comfortable enough with each other that there isn't much out of bounds when we get in a flirty,teasing mood. Then came the bet. A disagreement over who sang the song playing at the restaurant. Eventually, grudgingly I had to admit you were right. "Well, I won the bet. What do I win?" you said. "Whatever you want," I said, "I'm yours for the night." With a sly smile you replied, "I'll think about it." Dinner, a few glasses of wine, and more conversation about more mundane things and I had forgotten about 'the bet.' But you didn't. As soon as we got back to the apartment, you, perhaps with a little extra courage borrowed from the wine said, "Well, it's time to pay up buddy boy." I wasn't too worried. I trusted you, but I was a little suspicious of that mischievous look on your face.

You showed me to your bedroom and said, "You admitted that you masturbate, I want to see it. I want to see you stroke your cock for me. I want to see you cum without me even touching you." I had never had anyone watch me before and I was a little nervous, or embarrassed at the idea, but I'm a good sport and you had won the bet. "Ok, I'll do it, but on one condition. I want you to strip down to your bra and panties. You've got to give me something to look at." You agreed readily enough. As you strippped down and sat down in the small, plush chair in the corner of your room I stripped down to my boxers. As you watched me I reached down and lay my palm flat against my cock and began to slowly slide it up and down over the material of my boxers. "C'mon, I want to see it," you say. "Don't worry, you will, just wait." As I caress my cock I can feel how aroused I'm getting. Not because of my touch, but because of your eyes. I've never had this feeling. Never been watched like this. It's not embarrassing, it's very arousing, and soon my cock is as hard and hot as it's ever been, all without your touch.

I can't bear the hindrance of my boxers any longer and I push them off my hips and they fall to the floor. Without a word you look at my fully engorged cock appreciatively and recline in the chair, opening your legs seductively to me. I step forward, between your feet. I want to be close. I want to feel your eyes on my cock. I want to watch you watching me. I reach down again and this time I feel the warmth of my hand as I again just allow my flat palm to ride up and down my cock. The pre-cum dripping down my muscular rod makes it slick. I close my fist around the base, wrapping my fingers around my cock firmly. I begin to stroke up and down, not with friction but by moving the tight skin on my cock. It feels like a massage as my fingers pass over the full, hot veins. Your eyes watch, never looking at me, only at my hand, my cock that I'm stroking for you. Unconsciously you throw one leg over the arm of the chair and your hand drops to your lap. Your fingers just sort of playing with, teasing, tracing the edge of your panties. You're getting wet and I know it, but I can't touch you. You want to see me cum. I want to cum like this now. I want to cum just looking at you, knowing that you get me this aroused.

My tempo increasing, fucking my own fist. My cock just two feet from you. Your eyes boring into me, stroking and caressing me without a touch. My other hand reaches down and takes my balls in my hand. I take another step forward and put one foot up on the side of the chair. My cock now a foot from your face, your eyes, your lips, which you lick at just that moment. "God I want to cum, " I think, but I know it's too soon. I want more. More of this sweet, sexy torture. I look down from your face to see that the hand in your lap is moving up and down over your panties, and I see your juices beginning to soak through. I'm stroking faster. "Take off your bra," I say, 'I want to see your tits. Please." You pause for a moment considering my request and you quickly oblige, revealing your beautiful breasts and your pink, hard little nipples. How I want to kiss them and suck hard on those nipples while I stroke myself. Your hand falls back into your lap and this time a finger slips into the top of your panties and I see you shudder with pleasure ever so slightly as you touch your clit.

I continue to stroke, to fuck my fist, inches from your face, your lips, but it's your eyes that arouse me. Seeing them mesmerized, staring, stroking my cock without a word or a touch. You lay your head back and breathe deeply, your breasts rising towards me ever so briefly. Your fingers working your clit faster, almost in time with my strokes. You can see the head of my cock, glistening, full, close to you. "Cum," you breathe to me, "cum, I want to see it." I bend my knees ever so slightly, lower my cock as I stroke, up and down. My cock now closer to your breasts. Your fingers working your tender clit. you feel the pleasure emanating from your clit outward, starting to consume your whole body. It feels as if every inch of your skin has just become warm. I stroke my cock, harder, faster, closer to your body. I want so badly to grab you and just fuck you, to fill you with my cum, but I know that you want to see it. You want to see me cum for you, by just looking at you. I want that too. I want you to know that you're so sexy I can cum just looking at you, and I'm almost there. I fuck my fist, the back of my hand brushes against one of your firm little nipples and it feels like lightning has struck you there, electricity shooting through your aroused body from that brief touch. I lower my cock and use the head to smear some of my slippery, clear pre-cum on both your nipples. Suddenly I feel it. My back arches and I brace myself on the arm of the chair with one hand. The other hand holding my cock in front of you, stroking, teasing, touching. I feel my cock pulsing and I see your eyes widen in anticipation. I feel the heat of your eyes on my cock and I cum. My white cum bursting from me in jets, painting lines of pearl across your chest. Gush after gush flows from me. I've never cum this hard. I watch it too now, loving the sight of my cock exploding with cum upon your tits. Your fingers still working your pussy. One plunging inside you, your thumb on your clit. I know you need to cum now. I kneel down between your legs and literally tear your panties from you and bury my face in your sopping wet, pussy. Licking, lapping, sucking everywhere until I feel your body go tense for a moment and you clutch my head between your legs. Your sweet, delicious juices just pour from you as you cum and I love the taste of you as your body tenses and relaxes over and over as your orgasm flows through you rising and falling like the waves on a beach. Finally when you do relax and exhale I pull my mouth back and look up at you, "Next bet I win, you are in serious trouble."

The Man in the Mirror

After your hot shower, in your robe you stand before the full length mirror on your closet brushing out your hair. A hundred thoughts running through your head. It's Monday and you're dreading the thought of work. Are there enough groceries in the fridge? How soon until you get paid? And then you feel my hands around your waist and my lips softly kissing your neck. You lay your head back to enjoy a moment of relaxing affection, happy to push aside the minutae running through your head.

My hands pull the tie on your robe and it opens easily. I don't stop kissing as I push the robe off your shoulders and it drops to the floor around your feet. My body once again presses up against yours, but now you thrill at the feel of my skin against your back, my hard, warm cock against the cleft of your ass. One of my hands slides up your belly to cup your breasts, still warm and supple from the long relaxing shower. My other begins to slip downwards, but ever so slowly and tenderly, barely touching you. The fingers of my other hand tease and stroke your nipples as you begin to press your buttocks back against my cock, loving the feeling of it pushing further into your flesh. You can feel the head is slightly slippery against you and a drop of my pre-cum creeping between your cheeks crawling down, creeping into your puckered little hole.

You look into the mirror and meet my eyes in the reflection. You can see my hands exploring your body. Nipples being softly stroked, pink and erect. My other hand gently curves over your pussy not penetrating, but just cupping, holding it. The heel of my hand pressing in a little against your pubic mound, stimulating your clit ever so slightly.

Your hands are thrown back, around the back of my head as I kiss your neck and shoulders. I'm watching you in the mirror as I slowly arouse your body. My fingers begin to part your lips, which are now becoming slick. I slide them up and down as your body opens to me. You begin to grind your ass against my now rock hard, hot swollen member. It is now that I begin to feel as if I may lose myself in the pleasure of the feel of your body. I could cum like this, just feeling you fuck my cock with your ass. I want to lean back, holding your hips as you grind into me, but not yet. You continue to grind against me in time with my fingers working your pussy. Up and down, up and down, Your pussy and ass are slick and slippery with the juices from our bodies.

Our eyes meet in the mirror again and you watch as my hands explore and stimulate your body. As we stare into each others eyes, reveling in the pleasure, your hands leave my neck and slide down to cover mine. My fingers teasing your nipple are joined by your soft fingers teasing and stroking the other nipple. Your other hands slides down my forearm to my hand, your fingers just resting, riding atop my own. Your hips move, sliding against my hard cock that is driven by my own thrusts againsts you. You smile and lick your lips as we continue to watch ourselves in the mirror. You've never seen your body like this when it's aroused, when it's being used for my pleasure. You want more. Your hand guides my hand on your pussy. Sliding it upward, pulling, guiding my finger to your clit. You move my finger in a slow, sensual little circle, teasing, stimulating your firm little nub. I can feel the slippery juices begin to flow from you and in the mirror I can see a drop sliding down the inside of your thigh. Then you guide my finger again, to your open, wanting pussy and you push it in. Taking the hint I plunge my finger into your pussy, Sliding it in and out, slowly at first. Then I pull my finger out and as our eyes meet again in the reflection I lift it to my lips, to taste you. "Lean forward, " I whisper in your ear.

You do as I say, placing your hands against the closet door on either side of the mirror. My hands upon your hips, not hard or urgently at first, you feel my cock slide between your legs. You open your stance a bit, affording me better access to your sweet, wet little hole. I reach down and guide my hard cock into you, slowly, I can feel the heat and pressure enveloping my sensitive aroused muscle. Then I grasp your hips firmly and pull myself into you, hard and fast and to the hilt. I slowly recede and then slam into you again. You brace yourself against the mirror and I can see on your face that your ready for more. I slam into you, over and over, harder, faster, increasing the speed and ferocity. You brace yourself, my thrusts jarring your body. In the mirror I can see that little look on your face, where you lift the edge of one lip and bite down on your lower lip, that tells me it's coming. You feel the ridge of my cock head teasing that spot just inside the roof of your pussy, stroking it, touching it just right. The heat begions to grow and spread through your body. You pussy is the apex as the waves roll through you like thunder clouds rumbling in the distance and then it happens. My nails dig into you as I thrust harder and faster and the tidal wave crashes over and through your body as the hot jets of my cum burst into you and for a moment again, our eyes meet in the mirror.

The Everyday Oscars

Well, it's happened again. I was passed over. Not a single Oscar nomination. The whole process is completely biased against people like me. Ok, I know that there aren't really other people like me, but that does not excuse the Hollywood establishments prejudice against me. The Oscars have been handed out longer than I've been alive, but not once have I been awarded a gold, phallic statuette. Just because I'm not some kiss-ass Hollywood insider who's made a movie in the past year they completely overlook my accomplishments! It is because of this snub that I refuse to attend the awards ceremony.

I do have Oscar-worthy acting talent. So do many of you. Just because our skills don't appear on the big screen doesn't mean our talents should go unappreciated! To recognize the acting achievements of everyone like me, I hereby introduce The First Annual Everyday Oscar Awards! I imagine the awards ceremony will go something like this:

MC Phil: The Everyday Oscar for Best Performance in The Workplace goes to...(fumbling with envelope)..Craig Snodgrass for his role in "The Overdue Report!" (video clip begins to roll on the monitor)

Craig: "Yes Mr. Hendricks, I knew that report was due this morning. I was about to forward it to you when I got the call that my grandmother, the woman who raised me after my parents died, was in a car accident."
Mr. Hendricks: "Is that a Hooters napkin sticking out of your pocket?"
Craig: "Yes it is sir. The hospital needed two quarts of my blood for the transfusion. They said I should drink a lot of fluids for the rest of the day. I got a little woozy driving back to the office and I had to pull over."

MC Phil: That always brings a tear to my eye. Next up, the Everyday Oscar for Best Relationship Saving Performance goes to...Heather Stevens for her fantastic performance in "Whose Boxers Are These?" (video clip begins to roll)

Boyfriend: "Heather, I just found these boxer shorts under your side of the bed! They're not mine! Whose are they?!!?"
Heather: Awww! You ruined the surprise! I bought them for you, but I got so turned on at the thought of you in them, that I put them on myself and wore them around for a day. Would you like to see me in them?"
Boyfriend: "Are these your skid marks?"
Heather: "Umm...yeah?"

As you can see this would be a very popular idea.

Dark Side: Part 3

I step back from you momentarily, enjoying watching you, blindfolded with your hands bound behind you. I can, and will do what I want with your beautiful body. Without realizing it, I find myself stroking my cock, teasing the slick, slippery engorged head as I look at you. You do this to me.

"Stand up, " I say. You obey immediately with my help. You stand facing me, blind to my gaze, your nipples hard, tempting me. I reach forward and gently grasp each nipple between my thumb and forefinger. Teasing, stroking, softly pulling. You catch your breath without saying a word. I look down to notice a drop of your sweet lubrication begin to run down the inside of your thigh. I release one nipple to reach down and scoop this little, golden droplet onto my finger tip. I bring it to my lips to savor the taste of you. "Turn around, " I say. I guide you with my hands as you turn around. You feel me behind you, my hands firmly on your hips. You hope for the best, hoping for the feel of my hot, hard cock pressing against the warm, soft cleft of your ass, parting you open. But you are disappointed. The feel of my cock never comes. Instead you feel one hand between your shoulder blades, firmly pushing forward. With your hands bound behind your back you helplessly fall forward onto the bed. Then it comes. The feeling you were hoping for. You feel my hips, my cock, my body against you, on top of you. My hot breath is suddenly on your ear as I whisper, "Turn your head to the side and keep those legs straight. I want to see your sexy ass high in the air for me." You feel me raise my body off yours. You lay, bent over the end of the bed, open, vulnerable ass exposed. You've never felt so vulnerable and so aroused at the same time. You want more, you're craving my touch everywhere. You can still feel my slippery pre-cum between your ass and you wonder if there will be more.

You hear me moving around and then you again feel the warmth of my cock head against your lips. As I move the head back and forth your lips become slick and shiny with my salty juice. One hand caresses your hair, pushing it back from your face as I let your lips tease me. You feel my other hand caressing your asss slowly up and down gradually moving between your legs as it moves upward just passing across your tingling, slippery pussy lips and lightly up your ass, barely touching your everywhere...You're in heaven. With nothing to do with your hands and your sight temporarily gone all you have is the sensations of what I'm doing to your body. Then with the sudden shock you feel a sharp sting course through your buttocks as my hand turns from soft to hard in the blink of an eye. You catch your breath, but try to continue to concentrate on my cock filling your mouth. Teasing me, tasting me, feeling the heat of me in your mouth. Again my hand stings your open, exposed little ass, but this time a little lower and your pussy lips feel some of the sting and the mixture of pleasure and pain is driving you crazy. You've lost yourself in the sensations that you're giving and receiving. My hand holds your head as my hips begin to rock, fucking your hot, wet little mouth. My hand has gone soft again and slides up between your legs, slowly moving back and forth, teasing, parting open your little pussy lips.

As I fuck your face you gobble me up greedily, sucking harder in rhthym with my thrusts. You just don't want my fingers to stop their probing as they find your slick, openn little hole and slip inside you. In and out at first my finger fucks you, then I curl it downward a little to tease that one spot that just gets you... My fingers are good, but you want more, you want to feel my hard, full cock open you, fill you, take you...as my cock slips from your mouth you almost shout, "Fuck me, I need it. Fuck me please!"

Now it is I who wants to listen to you. Suddenly my hands are on your hips and you feel the heat of my engorged muscle pressed between your ass.My hips begin to move, back and forth you feel me slide, my pre-cum lubricating your open crack, the heat and friction building, arousing me. You little puckered asshole slippery and covered in my juices. Your breath is coming in quick little bursts and again you plead, "Fuck me, fuck me hard. I need it." Your wish is granted as you feel me pull back and then the pressure of my head against your almost steaming, slippery little pussy. You relax and I slide into you to the hilt. Taking only a moment to relish the feeling of being engulfed in your intense heat I pull back and with force, slam into you hard, jarring your body. Then it comes again, and again, each ime punctuated by a slap on your hip or ass. My hips repeatedly slam into you as my cock plunges harder and farther into you than you thought was possible. The waves of ecstacy crashing through your body make it feel surreal as your body is no longer your own, my cock plunging in over and over, faster and faster. You can feel the ridge of my head teasing the soft, velvety inside of you. My hand is still slapping your sexy little ass, occasionally stopping to touch your ass, tease you, smearing our mixed juices up and down between your buttocks as I fuck you.

Suddenly you feel a void as I pull out of you. The blindfold is roughly torn from your head and you look back over your shoulder to see me stroking my cock as the cum bursts from me, painting lines upon your tanned skin. "Yeah, that's it, cum for me. Cum on me, I want to see it," you say. Now it's me following your orders, but I can't stop. I've never cum this hard and I don't want it to stop. I love to look down and see your sexy, open ass and pussy spattered with my cum. Without shame I collapse exhausted on top of you and slowly untie your wrists and whisper in your ear, "You were such a naughty girl I may have to spank you again."

Our Dark Side: Part 2

You've done everything I've instructed you to do so far. As you kneel before me, naked, blindfolded, with your hands behind your back, you begin to consider how vulnerable you are, how much you've decided to trust me. You don't believe I'd ever hurt you, but the tone of control in my voice and the sharp, stinging slap upon your tender breast have surprised you. You never thought I'd take it this far, but the vulnerability is also the thrill for you. Anything can happen. I can do anything I want to your body and you'll submit to my desires.

My cock rises, hard, and full and hot as I watch you. Knowing I can take you anyway that I please gives me pause. How should I enjoy this unique pleasure? I move in front of you and step between your legs. You feel the heat of my body near you. Your nipples hard, almost seeking, desiring my heat to touch them. Your hands bound behind you dangle oh so close to your ass that is open and wanting as you kneel on the floor. You suddenly feel the slippery, warm head of my cock slide across your lips, tracing them, leaving a shiny, slippery trail of precum on them like lip gloss. Eager to please me you lap the sexy, salty lubricant from your lips with your tongue, wanting more, wanting everything. God my cock is so hard watching you, wanting you, but I resist. I want to savor this opportunity to enjoy you fully.

I pull my cock back from your mouth, wanting more, but wanting to experience you in oh so many other ways. You are still blind and bound, tingling in anticipation at the feel of me near you. You want to ask for more, to reach out, but you don't want to break the spell, the trance of sensual desire that has over come us both. You just want to free yourself to feel. You pussy is beginning to drip the sexy, sensual liquid of arousal between your legs. You want me to know, to touch you there, but you don't dare say a word. I will take you how I want, in my own time, and you know it will be worth the wait.

You suddenly feel the warmth of my cock against your breasts. It feels like I'm circling your nipples with the head of my cock. They feel suddenly slippery and sexy and you yearn for my lips to take them, to tease them to pull at the hard, hot little nubs with my mouth. Your pussy aches for this as I hold my hard cock, wanting to stroke it, but holding back as I tease and cover your sensitive nipples with the slick, sensual touch of my head. You feel me pull back as my hand grasps the back of your head. At first I seem to be tenderly stroking your hair, but my hold seems more urgent as you feel my hard cock once again against your lips, almost forcing itself between them. You open your mouth eagerly, wanting to tease with your tongue, but knowing that if you make a move without my approval or permission I might walk away and leave you alone in the dark again.

I allow you to take me for a few short strokes, reveling in the warm, wet embrace of your mouth. Enjoying the feel of your tongue, I reach down beneath your chin to hold my balls and pull downward, stretching the skin on my cock, making it more sensitive as I fuck your hot, wet little mouth. I could finish like this, but there is so much more of you that I want. I want to devour you sexually and my appetite is far from satiated. Almost as if you read my thoughts you pray that I don't cum in your mouth. You want to feel me inside you, deep and hard inside you.

The Dark Side: Part I

You wanted this. You'd asked for it in fact. You thought it would be fun. You thought, "He's such a nice, sweet man, what harm could there be?" It'll be fun to do something different. You did exactly what I asked. As you heard the door close you began to wonder what you'd gotten yourself into.

Kneeling on the floor, you've put on the blindfold like I asked. Your hands are behind your back. You've waited twenty minutes for me in exactly that position, not daring to move. As you hear my footsteps approach you wait silently. You know your role. As you feel me near you you straighten your back and thrust out your breasts, your nipples aroused and harden in anticipation. You very much want to please me. I say not a word as I circle around you. Suddenly you feel me roughly take your wrists and bind them together. Now, you're helpless and blind. "Good," I say, "you've been a good girl so far." You feel my finger run across your lips and you flick your tongue out. This gesture is met by a sharp slap on your breast. "No! You don't do anything unless you're told." You breast and your pride are stinging, but you suddenly feel warmth growing in your pussy as you kneel. "But..." A pinch and twist to your nipple gets your attention and you bite your lip. The mix of pain and pleasure is difficult to fathom. You've never experienced this before. "Not even a word unless I say so," I growl.

You kneel silently, hearing me circle around behind you. The anticpation of the unknown is anxiety provoking and powerfully arousing as well. Being naked and helpless and vulnerable, you love that I'm taking control like this. You can feel your pussy starting to get slippery and wet. You never imagined me like this, never imagined that I could just use you for my pleasure. Your body will be my playground and you have no idea what will come next. You hear me begin to drop my clothes to the floor behind you and the hair raises on the back of your neck. You feel the goosebumps rise everywhere.

Cleanliness is next to Sexiness

You stand in the hot, steamy shower allowing the nearly scalding water to beat down upon you, relaxing your tired body after a long, stressful day of work. Lost in your own head, just letting the tension of the day flow out of you, you don't hear the bathroom door open over the rush of the water on your shoulders. At the touch of my hands on your hips your eyes flash open as my lips settle on yours softly.

The feel of your hot, smooth skin against my dry, cool body arouses me instantly. "Go ahead, get yourself wet," you whisper in my ear. You step aside and I move under the hot spray. I feel your arms wrap around me from behind and your lips kiss my shoulders. Although you've not touched me sexually yet my cock has risen to full attention. The feel of your breasts against my back, your lips, your hands together just above my waist. I lay my head back upon your shoulder as the hot water begins to relax every other part of my body. You reach past me to take the soap from the shelf and you lather it up in your hands, arms still wrapped around me.

My head thrown back, resting upon you, my body relaxed, I close my eyes as I feel your hot, soapy, slippery hands reach down to knead and stroke my hard cock. One hand slips beneath my balls to lovingly caress and lather up me as your other hand strokes up and down, slowly, softly..."Mmmmmm.....this is good baby, but you're the one who needs to relax after a tough day. Let me." I step aside, out of the spray to let you back under the hot, heavy streams. You turn to face away from me. This time I press up against your back and reach around you for the soap. As I lather up my hands you press your ass back just a little, letting me feel it against my throbbing cock. I step back a little so that I can massage your aching shoulders with my soapy hands, kneading, relaxing the muscles as you sigh in pleasure. The soap on my hands spent, I press my body against you as I reach around you for the soap again. This time I don't put it down, but instead I run it up and down your body, between your breasts, over your stomach, even between your legs. as you feel the tingle of my slippery hands against your clit you involuntarily press your ass into my hard cock and I push forward to meet you. I put the soap down and slide my hands back up your hips to cup your breasts. Finding your nipples I teases and stroke them between my thumb and forefinger. As if there is an invisible wire between them and your pussy you feel the heat between your legs as your juices begin to flow.

Judging from the grinding of your beautiful, round ass against my cock, I take the hint and as I kiss your ear one hand slides down your belly to your pubic mound, slipping between your legs. My other hand is still teasing, stroking, playing with your nipples. You can feel my hard cock between your buttocks, sliding up and down rhythmically in time with the slow movement of my hips. The ridge of my head just touching your sensitive, puckered hole with each stroke. I want to cum so bad. I want to feel my cum pour from me and watch it land on your ass among the sexy soapy bubbles. I want it so bad, but I wait. I want you to want that too.

My hand between your legs just gently caresses, up and down feeling your lips open, feeling the sweet, slippery wetness between them. As my fingers find your clit and begin to rub is slowly you give a little moan, "Oh fuck that's it, god yes," you moan. Your hips begin to grind against me and the lubrication on your ass is more my precum than anything else as I enjoy the feelof you against me, the heat, the friction. The steam of the shower adds a surreal atmosphere and I pray that we don't run out of hot water suddenly. At this point I'm so hot, so driven with my lust that I don't think that would stop me anyway. You begin to feel the waves of pleasure start to radiate out from your hot, swollen little clit as I stroke it. You don't want to cum until I'm inside you. You stop grinding against me and you lean forward, placing your hands aganst the wall. "Do it, fuck me. I need it," you say.

I reach down to direct my cock between your legs and upward. One hand is on your hip. As you feel the head of my full, hot muscle press against your open pussy. Your muscles relax to allow me to slide in and as I momentarily lean back to place both hands on your hips I pull myself into you in one smooth stroke. To the hilt. I look down, aroused at the sight of my hard cock plunged into you from behind. I begin to pull back and slide back in as you moan. Your hips tilting and moving to meet my strokes. My hands resume their former positions as I reach around your waist to finger your clit as I fill you with my cock. The shower still beating down upon you, the waves of pleasure again spreading through your body, you don't hold back any longer and you give in to the pleasure fully. Letting your body meet mine you feel me slapping against your ass as my cock stretches you, opens you over and over, stroking, massaging you from inside. One hand reaches up to stroke your nipples one after the other. Your clit feels sore from all this attention, but hot and aroused at the same time. Your slippery, juices begin to pour from you with each stroke of my cock that fills your pussy. You feel it coming and you want it as your orgasm fills you and makes you shake. With one hand I slap your ass. You enjoy the playful little sting and I hear you let out a little moan of pleasure. I give your ass another smack in the same spot, only this time a little harder. You reach back and caress the spot a little bit. I grab your wrist and hold it against your back behind you as I thrust harder and faster.  I release your wrist and you place it against the shower wall to brace yourself as my thrusts are really rocking you. I deliver another sharp slap and the other cheek this time. Hard enough to see a faint handprint.  I begin to deliver a slap to your ass with each thrust and your moans tell me that you don't mind.

You're weak in the knees and your fingers try to dig into the wall as you rest some of your weight against me. I can feel your pussy pulsing, clenching, holding my cock inside you. I pound into you harder and harder and finally I feel your pussy clench hard onto my cock and I hold it there as I feel your body quiver and as I do look down to see my hot, red handprints on that sexy ass of yours. The sexy vision of your soapy wets ass and my hands on it puts me over the edge and I feel the sweet rush of my cum pouring from me, filling you.

The Present Tense

How we communicate, what's important to us, and the inequities of societal grooming expectations are all ways men and women differ. Another great divide between the sexes is our views on presents. Anniversaries, birthdays, Valentine's Day, and Christmas all can make or break a relationship from a woman's perspective. Before everyone paints me as a misogynist for that last statement, let's look at two examples:

Example 1:
Guy: “Happy Anniversary honey! Here's a card, a dozen roses, and I've taken out a second mortgage so I can fly you to Paris for a candlelight dinner on top of the Eiffel Tower!”
Woman: “You are so sweet! With all my work this week I didn't have time to get you a present. I'm sorry. How about if I make it up to you (wink, wink) back at the hotel after dinner?” (sly smile)
Guy: “YAHTZEE!” (fist pump)

Example 2:
Woman: “Happy Anniversary honey! Here's a card and a present!”
Guy: “An Ipod! Thanks baby, this is great! With all my work this week I didn't have time to get you a present. I'm sorry. How about if I make it up to you (wink, wink) in the bedroom tonight?” (sly smile)
Woman: “You forgot! How could you be so thoughtless?!!? You can sleep on the couch tonight! (storms out, door slams)

Sometimes even the presents themselves can mean different things to men and women. Here are some examples of presents men might give, how we mean them, and what they mean to women.

1. A romantic card with breakfast in bed, flowers sent to your work, and a nice dinner out.
What men are trying to say: "Will you sleep with me?"
What women think: "He's a sweet, thoughtful guy."

2. A safety kit for your car with road flares, tools, and a shovel.
What men are trying to say: "I love you and I want you to be safe."
What women think: "What a thoughtless, un-romantic oaf."

3. Lingerie
What men are trying to say: "I think you are a beautiful, sexy woman."
What women think: "That selfish bastard is thinking with his little head instead of his big head."

4. Any kind of home appliance
What men are trying to say: "I've noticed how hard you work. I want to make your life easier."
What women think: "If this isn't grounds for justifiable homicide, I don't know what is!"

My Turn...

You arrive at work to roses delivered. The card says simply, "My turn..." During your lunch meeting you receive a text, "My turn..." At the end of the day you open your card door to find the seat strewn with rose petals and a little yellow post it on the steering wheel, "My turn..." You feel a familiar warmth begin to grow, and your nipples sudden feel hard and sensitive. You can't wait to get home, but you're also sure not what to expect. You know that my uninhibited side knows no bounds.

You open your apartment door. as you set your coat aside and leave your keys on the table you notice a path of rose petals leading to the bedroom. You eagerly follow them expecting to find me comically posed naked on the bed with a rose between my teeth. You step into the candlelit room to find the bed empty. The door closes behind you as I step from the shadows. I quickly pin you against the door with my body and stifle your surpriise with my mouth pressed hard against yours. My tongue exploring your mouth, tracing a path around your lips as you begin to press your hips into me. "No, not so fast baby," I say, "turn around."

From behind I unzip your skirt and pull it down, revealing your deliciously curvy ass, just inches away from my face and barely concealed within the sheer, sexy satin of your panties. I yearn to do so much more, but I restrain myself for the moment. I pull your shirt off roughly as you stand passively, allowing my hands to move your body the way I want. This is only the beginning. "It's my turn," I whisper in your ear. You can feel my warm breath on your neck as I hold you from behind. Although I'm still clothed you can feel the warm, firm, ridge of my cock through my jeans pressing against your ass. You push back against me, tempting me. I push your forward, towards the bed. You lay down, your hard nipples poking, rising through the lace of your bra. Your legs playfully crossed. I come around the side of the bed and lean over to kiss you, to taste your skin as I reach above your head and tie one arm down and then the other. You taunt me, "Aww...what's the matter? Don't you have any good ideas of your own?" Without a word I look you in the eyes as I strip off my own clothes. My hard cock standing out, glistening pre-cum already dripping from the head.

Still without a word I look at you and then slowly trace a line from the sole of your foot up your leg to your hip and across the waistband of your panties. I climb onto the bed, kneeling between your legs as I run my hands up your thighs and clutch the sides of your panties as I pull them down your legs and toss them aside. You rest your foot briefly on my chest before allowing it to slide down and playfully rub my engorged cock. I shudder briefly at your touch before I push it away. I move down and lay between your legs, again kissing the path from your foot up your inner thigh until you can feel my hot breath so close to your warm, tingly little slit. You raise your hips a little towards my mouth. I playfully back away a little before pressing my lips against the inside of your thigh, tracing a line around your pussy with my tongue. "Oh please, " you moan, "do it already."

Then you feel it, lightly, barely a touch, but hot, wet, and sweet. You feel the tip of my tongue barely sliding upward between your slick, sensitive lips. Up and down, parting, lubricating, open your pussy as the arousal builds. The tempo begins to increase, lovely, delicious licking, coming oh so close to your clit, oh so close to your open pussy. You can feel your juices begin to flow from you, welcoming me, wanting me, wanting my tongue to taste you and tease you. A trickle of your sex honey begins to trickle down to your ass. And then my mouth is gone.

I begin to kiss my way up your stomach. You strain against the ties that bind you. You want to reach down to feel my hair, to pull my head where you want it. To direct my lips everywhere you want to feel them. My lips reach your breasts, now heaving with your excited breathing. I feel each nipple through the lace, licking, sucking, pulling at them through the material. You arch your back to meet my mouth. I rise to stand beside the bed. I caress your tits before unsnapping your bra from the middle clasp. God they're beautiful. As I gaze at you, aroused and breathing heavily, legs spread, I can't help myself. I reach down and caress my cock with the palm of my hand, moving up and down the length. My eyes never leave yours as I see you lick your lips. My hand forms a fist around my cock as I watch you. Stroking up and down, I reach for your tits. I stroke your nipples, teasing, softly pinching as I stroke my cock just a foot away from your wanting lips. My hand slides slowly down your stomach until my fingers lightly caress your bare pussy. Just one finger slightly parting your lips until it's slippery with your nectar. I bring it to my lips and lick it, tasting you, loving the smell, and feel and taste of your hot, aroused body. Not even paying attention I realize tha I'm still stroking my cock when I notice your eyes watching me.

I move forward to just slide the length across your lips as my fingers return to feel the warmth between your legs. I feel the hot line of pleasure as your tongue laps up the pre-cum dripping down my shaft. My fingers are slick again with the river of sex now gushing between your legs as I pull them away you shudder with pleasure as I graze your hard little clit. I use my slick, slippery fingers to to tease and stroke your nipples with your own juices. I fall to my knees to lick and suck the taste of your sex from your tits. In the throes of ecstacy you don't notice that I reach under the bed as I do this. I stand back up and again move the hot, hard head of my cock against your sweet, sexy lips and this time you turn your head to take me into your mouth. As you do you feel something between your legs, but it isn't the familiar feel of my probing fingers. Against your clit you feel a sudden vibration and you close your legs tightly agaist the vibrator I'm stroking up and down between your slippery pussy lips.

Your lips, your mouth taking my hard cock. The warmth, the wetness is like a little pussy. but it's your beautiful face, your sexy lips, your sensitive little tongue tracing the ridge around the head of my cock, licking, sucking away the pre-cum that glistens my head and now your lips. My hand continues to work the vibrator up and down until I feel you open your legs and I allow the tip to slide in, feeling, slight pressure, waiting for that moment when you relax and allow it in all the way. And then, as I feel my cock plunge deeper into your hot, wet, wanting mouth I feel your pussy completely open as your hips move upward to meet the vibrator. My free hand reaches down to stroke my cock into your mouth as your hips thrust, clutch, and fuck the vibrator right up to my fingers.

I feel the waves of heat begin to spread through my body as you do. I want to cum. I want to cum with you. Your hips seem to be moving with your mouth as you seem to be fucking us both. My cock fucking your beautiful face, I pull back to stroke my cock as your legs close in a spasm of pleasure, clutch the vibrator and my hand tight as your body shudders. I stroke my cock, exploding, my hot, white cum pouring, shooting from me, painting lines across your bare breasts.

Exhausted I collapse on you, pulling my hand free of your still pulsing pussy to taste you again before we drift off into an exhausted and very satifying sleep with the still flickering candles lighting the room softly.