Saturday, April 1, 2017

Like Fireflies

“Be creative,” he said.  She was pouting when he’d left.  She certainly wasn’t pouting when he got home.  She desperately wanted a Christmas tree.  He told her there wasn’t room for one in their dinky little apartment.  “Be creative.”

A smile curled his lips the way those white twinkling lights curled around her perfect, pale ass, twined around her waist and trailed down her thigh.  She turned her head when she heard him enter the room, but not enough that he could see her beautiful face.  It was hidden behind waves of chocolate brown hair, but he could hear her smile when she spoke.  “Merry Christmas.

His eyes dropped lower. He could see her perfectly pink pussy between her spread thighs.  He stepped to the edge of the bed, already hard, and unbuckled his pants.  He watched her hand move as she leaned forward, heard her gasp as her fingers slid over her swollen clit.

“Our tree looks bare,” he said.

“Decorate it,” she replied.

His hand stroked slowly over his cock, tightening as he slid over the head.  He groaned, remembering how she’d felt this morning before he’d left for work, before their silly argument when she’d rode him until he came so hard he’d forgotten where he was. He watched her hips roll, the lights flickering against her ivory skin like fireflies, her hair slipping over her shoulder as she whispered his name.  Finally, her perfect face. His hand moved faster, harder tighter as he chased her orgasm.  Her head fell back as she came and he followed, streams of pearly white cum decorating her ass like tinsel.

Monday, February 13, 2017

Peeping Tina

She watched them the way she always did, with one hand clutching her coffee cup and the other tucked inside her panties.  Two masculine mouths collided in a way that was far too complex for a simple goodbye.  Mike's thumb stroked Brent's stubbled jaw.  Brent's body clenched in response, his briefcase slipping from his hand to the pavement.  A tiny moan escaped her lips and she wondered of the kisses they shared in private, the ones she couldn't witness from her kitchen window.

Brent pulled himself reluctantly from Mike's embrace as her coffee splashed across the counter, her thighs and belly clenching in release.  Brent slid behind the wheel of his car as Mike turned her way, tossing her an amused wink.  She smiled and sighed, ready to face the day.

Saturday, January 9, 2016

The Initiation

The chill in the air was tamed by the fire.  Oh, who was she kidding?  It was also tamed by Jessica, Ellie and Tabitha.  She wasn't expecting that.  She wasn't sure what she expected, but it certainly wasn't that.  She knew who they worshipped, who they obeyed.  She knew they even dabbled in magick.  But when they invited her in, when they used the word "initiation," she had laughed.  Yet, the very next full moon there she was.

"Come on, Marcy.  You know you want to."

Tabitha called to her and she shook her head.  She watched her three friends tossing their  clothes in a careless heap.  She knew there was no one for miles.  Still, is this what she wanted?  Tabitha pulled a cheap bottle of wine from her Bohemian handbag.

"Just in case we need a little inspiration..."

She laughed and loosened the screw top, taking a swig off the bottle before splashing a little on the fire.  Marcy's eyes opened wide as the flames flared and danced.

"Clothes, Marcy."

She timidly shed her clothes and added them to the pile encouraged by cat calls and gentle peer pressure.  She wanted to be one of them.  She shared their faith and used their words.  She already prayed to the full moon, usually just clothed   She stood aside and watched them. Tabitha handed her the bottle as she danced around th fire.  Jessica and Ellie followed their fearless leader, laughing and raising their hands to the sky.  Marcy couldn't bring herself to join, not on her own.  Not until Ellie took her hand and pulled her along.  Beautiful Ellie.  Marcy swallowed hard, her eyes caressing every lean slope and plane of her body.  Her pert breasts. Her perfectly landscaped mound.  She shouldn't be looking at her this way.  It was the one thing they didn't know.

She took a swig from the bottle, her hand relaxing in Ellie's grasp.  She imagined that hand sweeping across her belly.  Glancing over her hip.  She took another sip, and then another.  The sun slipped behind the horizon before their revelry calmed.  Tabitha and Jessica wandered from the fire with a blanket and hushed giggles.  Marcy blushed as she saw them clasp hands before they slipped from her view.

"They always do that."  Ellie spoke with a wistful smile.  "Usually they leave me here alone.  Tonight I don't have to be alone."

They settled down on a blanket by the fire.  Marcy's heat, though, came from within.  She looked down and saw her hand still in Ellie's.  She felt her face flush.  Ellie reached over and tucked a long strand of blonde hair behind her ear.

"Don't me scared, Marcy.  It's just me.  It's just prayer.  This is how we pray."

Before she could respond Ellie's sweet mouth was on her.  Marcy gasped.  Ellie's tongue slipped between her open lips.  Marcy's head spun.  She didn't know what to do.  She'd imagined this a thousand times, but never thought it would happen.  Gently, Ellie pushed Marcy onto her back.

It was the sweetest word.  Marcy could only nod as a soft warm mouth enveloped her nipple.  Light fingertips drifted over her belly.  In the distance she heard sounds of pleasure and praise.  She didn't know.  She never imagined.  A soft hand nudged her thighs apart.  Fingertips drifted to her most sacred place.  Sacred.  That was the word.

She gasped Ellie's name by the firelight.  Never had she offered up such a prayer.  She came with a silent shudder.

"Blessed be."


Oddly inspired by this one.  I hope y'all don't mind the slightly alternative route.  I was late, Ad, but only a day.  I'm improving!

Sunday, January 3, 2016


I watched.  How could I not?  But we usually  watched together.  I chuckled to myself.  I suppose in a way we still were.

I should be cold, inside and out.  instead there was nothing but heat.  My face was flushed.  My chest hot.  I watched.  I felt her skin beneath my fingertips.  I tasted her in my mouth.  I knew everything he knew.  Each sight, sound, scent and taste had been tattooed on my body.  She was my flesh.  She was my body.

Girls' night out, she said.  Happy hour.  I raised an eyebrow.  Yes, she definitely looked happy.  She knew I'd look into his apartment.  She knew we could see him from the balcony.  We'd stood out here together countless times.  Sometimes it turned us on until we scurried inside to make our own stories.  Sometimes we laughed and threatened to hold up scorecards.  She always said he had trouble sticking the dismount.

She grinned.  She smiled and it was for me.  I watched the way her back arched as he buried his face between her legs.  My skin grew hotter.  I wondered how he felt.  Was he hard?  He had to be.  This was usually just the warm up.  How would it feel to be hard?  To know he'd be inside her?  How would it feel to sink his cock into that wet, tight sheath?  I'd always wondered.  I'd wanted that pussy to grip something other than my fingers.  Other than my fist.

My hand wandered over my breast and down, slipping beneath my top.  Goosebumps raised on my flesh and I didn't know if it was the night air or my own touch.  My fingertips moved across my soft belly and tucked into the waistband of my jeans.  I watched her cum knowing exactly how she sounded.  How she tasted.  He moved to his knees, unbuttoning his jeans.  My fingers moved lower, slipping inside my damp panties.  I watched him roll on a condom.  I watched her face, the look of need and desire.  Why?  Why was she doing this?

My fingertip moved over my clit and a jolt of need fired through me.  He moved between her legs.  I watched him slowly push forward.  I swear I heard her moan.  I could see her pleasure.  I could feel it.  My fingers moved faster, deeper.  I watched his muscles move with every thrust.  Watched him push inside her.  Watched her back arch.  Watched hi take her breast in his mouth. She loved it when I did that, take her nipple in my teeth while I fucked her.  My fingers moved quick, hard and the warmth pooled below my belly.

She looked right at me.  She came.  So did I.

Her hand rested on his back.  I struggled for breath.  Right after she came she was the most beautiful girl in the world.  He got up and left the room and I saw her smile as she reached for her phone.  Her smile was wide and bright.

My text notifier went off and I was pulled out of my trance.  I was hesitant, looking for some lie or some crazy excuse.  Instead, I laughed as I read her words.

"Did he stick the dismount this time?"


So, this is a Friday post and it's one week and two days late.  I'd worry that my dear friend Advizor54 would be unhappy with me, but I think he'd just be pleased that I wrote... even with the bizarre ending.  LOL.

Friday, December 11, 2015

The Christmas Gift

My jaw dropped as the wrapping paper fell to the ground.  It was framed in a simple cherry wood frame.  Funny, it went perfect with her messy auburn hair.  I felt the blush rise to my cheeks just as the heat rushed between my legs.  I looked up at her, shock still registering on my face.

"How... when..."

She slapped my knee with a laugh.

"You remember when.  I set the camera on the dresser on automatic just for shits and giggles.  But then I saw you there on your back, legs perfectly spread, perky nipples waiting for my tongue..."

"How did you develop it?"

"Home print job, goofball."

I watched the insecurity flicker across her face.  A serious edge crept in.

"Do you... do you like it?  We don't have much money this year.  I wanted to give you something special, and..."

I pressed my finger to her lips.  I remembered.

I remembered laughing as she set up the camera, teasing her with my lewd pose.  I remembered her crawling up my body and my longing as I looked into her grey eyes.  Her lips wrapped around one nipple and I groaned, her tongue teasing the taut bud.  I heard the whir of the shutter snapping away, but I didn't care.  I wrapped my legs around her waist and my hands around her thighs.  I've never wanted her so much.  She was perfection.  She lowered her pelvis to mine and ground against me.  Both of us filled the silence with our moans, lost in the delicious pressure.  She fucked me and I remembered only for a moment what it used to feel like to be full but it didn't matter anymore.  He was gone and she was here.  The way she would grind.  The tiny thrusts of her hips.  Her whimper.  Her hand sliding between us, two fingers sliding into my greedy pussy.  I cried out and forgot everything but her.  The way she fucked me.  The way she came above me.  The way I loved her.

I smiled then, my fingers still resting on her lips.  I dropped them, trailing her collarbone.  She sighed and closed her eyes.

"It's perfect, just like you."

I leaned in, pressing my lips to her full mouth.  She tasted like peppermint and memories.  I reached down and grabbed the hem of her top, whisking it up over her head.  I palmed her full breasts and looked back at the picture.

"Merry Christmas, baby.  This time I'll be on top."

Her smile against my mouth, that was the best Christmas gift of all.

Sunday, October 25, 2015


She snaps the shot and then quickly attaches the word "waiting" to the text.  It feels like she's been waiting forever.  It took them a month to find one night when they could be together.  Being a single mom doesn't afford her many opportunities for a romantic getaway.  Neither does his being married.  Vicky is quick to justify that they've already discussed divorce and she is not the reason, thankfully.  She couldn't deal with the guilt.  But now, like this, she can't stay away.  He's just wicked enough to make her feel more like a woman and less like Mom.  She throws her phone on the bed and looks at the clock.  Another hour.

Still wet hair falls in waves around her shoulders.  She examines herself in the mirror. Some spots too lean, some spots too soft.  She smiles, knowing he'd say she was perfect.  Him... he is perfect.  Broad shoulders.  Trim waist.  A little gray at the temples and dimples to boot.  And that dick!  He works miracles with that thing.  Heat rushes over her as she remembers their last time.  His lunchbreak.  Her minivan.  Perfection.

Her hand dips down and brushes her thigh as she thinks about him.  The heat spreads.  She thinks of that soft growl in her ear.  The way he pulls her hair.  His hard cock nestled against her ass.  The sweet burn when he begins to push himself inside her.  She makes her way to the bed and the towel drops to the floor.  Another glance at the clock before a wicked grin flashes across her face.  A myriad of images flutter through her mind.  Their first kiss.  The first time she said no.  The first time she said yes.  The way his mouth sets her on fire.

Her hands brush across her breasts, her nipples hardening to tight peaks.  A hand strays down her belly, seeking her own wet warmth.  She sits on the edge of the bed where she can still see the mirror.  She likes the way she looks when she thinks of him, so wild and free.  And this... this is what he sees when she is beneath him.  Her fingers swirl around her swollen clit.  She gasps, unable to tear her eyes from her reflection.  Cheeks flushed.  Lips parted.  Fingers moving faster, harder, as she imagines they're his.  His are like lightning.  like magic.

The build is fast, desire peaking, though nothing she can do is enough.  Pinch her nipples.  Slide her fingers deep inside her hungry sex.  Think more of his sweat dripping over her as he thrusts deep and hard.  She whimpers and get phone rings.  A smile flickers as she sees his face on the screen.  One hand continues to play as she picks up the phone, gasping his name.

"Started without me I hear."

Sure replies with a frustrated moan.  "But I can't... I need you."

She hears the amusement in his voice.

"You started.  You'll finish right now with me on the phone.  And you'll damn sure be ready for more when I get there.  Now move your fingers in a tight circle over your clit.  You know how good that feels, don't you?"

She moans.

"Answer me."

"Yes... yes, it feels so.... oh, God, yes... yes...oh, fuck..."

He laughs as she cums, loving that all she needed was him.  She tries to talk, but nothing comes out.

"That's my girl.  Now open this door.  It's time for round two."

She lays the phone down with a smile and goes to the door, relieved that, at least for tonight, her wait is over.

Friday, October 16, 2015

Welcome Home

She was waiting.  She'd been waiting.  It'd been months since he'd touched her, since she felt his lips on her skin.  Sure, he kissed her goodnight or goodbye.  He greeted her with a brusque brush of his lips when he got home from work.  But had he really kissed her?  Not in what felt like ages.  She'd dropped hints.  She told him she missed him, which he dismissed as silliness since he saw her everyday.  But she missed him.  The fire of his touch.  The rough scrape of his calloused hands.  Being stretched tight around him as he filled her body and soul.

She heard the car door.  His steady gait on the walkway.  His key in the lock.  He came in and she saw the shadows from a long day play in his eyes.  She watched him toss his keys and wallet in the bowl on the table and set his satchel on the floor.  Her eyes softened, knowing that next he'd loosen his tie and unbutton his top button.  He'd look in the kitchen for her then cross to the stairs.  He'd sigh as he climbed them, his day escaping his lungs in a slow exhale.  She knew he'd do it all as she knew him.  But today was different.  Her stomach flutters and danced with insecurity.  Today she was waiting.  Today she hoped he'd understand.

He was nearly to the top of the stairs when he saw her.  His eyes registered his shock, then lit with pleasure.  He loosened his tie, slid it from his collar and dropped it on the top step.  He crossed to her with words on his lips.

"You look lovely," he said.

He reached for her, a warm smile touching his lips.  She sighed her relief.

He unbuttoned his shirt and slipped it to the floor.  Shoes.  Socks.  Belt.  Pants.  boxers.  She watched in amusement, certain he would have led her to the bedroom instead of kneeling on the landing, his erection straining to reach for her.  He leaned forward, brushing his lips over her forehead before fitting them to her mouth.  His kiss.  His taste, uniquely him on her tongue.  She moaned into him as they found each other both foreign and familiar.  His lips left hers and found the shell of her ear.

"I've missed you, too," he whispered.

She smiled against his shoulder.

He understood.