Control.

“You still watching that movie?” He said, biting my neck and sucking hard. His hips were already grinding against my arse and I laid staring at the  TV.

“Yes thanks”. I concentrated hard as he sat up behind me. Lifting up my dress and running his hand over my arse and cunt. He ran his fingers along my knickers, feeling my lips and clit through the lace.

Slowly he unbuttoned his jeans. I stared back at him as he whipped me with his belt.  Once. Twice.  Groaning at me. I turned my head back to the TV as he stroked my butt. Kissing my hip and thighs. Suddenly he spanked me. Hard. And again. Bright red and white welts raised showing two distinctive handprints on my arse.  “Am I supposed to react to that?” I smiled.

 

He took off his jeans as I went to sit up to pleasure him. He pushed me back down.  “Where are you going? Stay put. I’m in control”. I felt myself getting wetter as I tried to look nonchalant as he ran his cock up and down my arse. He spat on his hand, running it round his cock and thrust into me. Lifting my leg round his back.

I groaned. He worked me slowly. Leaning forward to kiss me.  Feeling my cunt throbbing around him.  “You’re so tight… I fucking love that” he groaned in his deep south American accent.  He fucked me harder. His cock  stroking my g spot as he pushed my arse and legs up and back. Watching his cock go in and out of me, my cum running down my leg.

“Can I have two minutes to pleasure you?” I asked. Desperate to taste him. To taste me all over him. “Do you know what I want? ” he said leaning down on me.  Pinching my nipples through my dress and biting my neck. “You want me to cum” I cooed. Grinning and gripping him tighter.  “Good” he smiled.  Sitting up and fucking me harder and harder. I bit the pillow resting under my head. Feeling each exquisite thrust. Rocking my hips in time with him. I felt my cunt tense, the hot sensation of climax looming. I moaned for the first time staring up at him, feeling my breathing heavier, groaning louder and louder until… finally I came.  My cunt welcoming his cock as she pulsed for him. Squirming slightly as he hammered deeper.

“Now you can taste” He grinned standing up and pulling my dress over my arms and head. I sucked his cock eagerly.  Smelling my musky scent. The sweetness of my cum on him. I licked his balls. Sucked them as my hand massaged his bellend. I spat on him, letting my cum run down to his bollocks as I stared up at him. Wanking his shaft. His hands pulled my waist length hair up behind my head as I sucked him. Fucking him with my mouth. Sucking hard. My piercings resting against his shaft.

He sits down. My turn.  I straddle him. Holding the base of my cock and running it down from my clit until I sit on him. He groans.  Feeling me tighten around him as I start to grind on him. My clit rubbing on his groin. Rocking myself, grinding backwards and forwards, harder and harder. Feeling his cock rubbing my g spot again and again. I start to cum. Feeling my cunt throbbing. Cum squirting all over me, covering his chest and legs. I pant, unable to move. Screaming out with pleasure. I ride him again harder. Up and down using my cunt to keep stroking his cock. “Ready?” he grins. I jump up and turn round as he shoots his load over my face. My tongue out greedily. I lick the cum from my lips. My chest.  Taking his cock down my throat to enjoy every last drop. “Good girl” he smiles.

Sofa.

She smudges her lipstick with her fingers staring at me with that look. the look only a woman can give you. Deep. Penetrating and intoxicating. I can feel my cunt throb as she flicks her hair from her face and smiles. A wry side smile. A smile I know all to well.

We keep talking. As I stare at her mouth. Feeling every word she says.  Her voice dancing off the walls. Her hands casting shadows round the room.   She pauses and laughs raising her eyebrows and a look of ‘what’ dances in her eyes.

I smile.  I slide closer to her on the sofa. Our knees touching as I inch closer. Her eyes glance downwards to my chest as I move within an inch of her. She bristles, her eyes staring at my red lipstick as I run one hand up her leg.

A kiss. A deep longing kiss. Her eyes close as my lips graze hers. Her mouth open as I suck gently on her bottom lip before kissing her. Her tongue finding mine. Dancing round my tongue piercing. She let’s out a little groan as my hand slides around her neck and moves her hair to one side. Pulling her closer.

Our lips are wet. Her body responding. She arches her back pushing her tits against me as I start to nibble her neck. Gentle kisses that make her shiver. Biting her ear gently. Three words.  “I want you” whispered barely audibly in her ear.

My hand stroke down her side the other cradling her neck. Kissing her shoulders. Her collarbones. More groans. My cunt throbbing for her. To feel her. Taste her.  Have her riding me.  I slide my hand up her back and undo her bra. Her eyes open in shock but that stare is still there. I’m not stopping and neither is she me.

My fingers find her breast. Tracing the outline of her full cups as I graze them gently across her nipple. Her head goes back.  Leaning on the sofa. Mouth open. She’s never looked so sexy. Instinctively she leans forward as I pull her top off and she opens her legs welcomingly grinding her hips gently.

I take her breasts in my hands  pushing them together. Rolling her buds between my fingers and kissing her ribcage. My lips find her. Gently caressing each nipple. My tongue dancing gently.  Fleetingly over them.  Her fingers clench gripping the cushions beside her. I sucked.  Harder.  More determined. Flicking my tongue repeatedly across one, between her breasts and to the other. Hearing her gasp again and again.

She pulls me up and towards her. I stare deeply into her blue eyes begging she doesn’t stop before she grins. Kissing me hard. Biting my lip. And unbuttons her jeans. I grin. She’s ready.  I slide back down her. Undoing my bra and pulling my top off in a quick sweep. Seeing her eyes devour my pert breasts. She reaches out and runs her finger between them.  Tracing the online of each breasts in turn.

Her jeans come off. One quick pull as she lifts her arse, hungrily awaiting my touch. I lift her leg as the other drops open and I can see her wet cunt through her frenchies. Glistening. Her feet are dainty. Painted toenails. Her legs smooth like she’d prepared for what was to come. I run my hand up to her knee. Stroking her calf as I kiss her toes. Sucking them each in turn. Watching her other foot curl and hearing the breathy sighs of anticipation. I kiss her ankle. Her calf. Her inner thigh and settle myself between her thighs.

She stares down grinning, laughing as her head lays back once again. I kiss her thighs running my hands up to her arse one hand Instinctively back to her nipples.  Rolling it again and again between soft fingers. I kiss her knicker line.  She’s grinding. Moving. Desperate for me to touch her  I kiss her lips. Up. Missing her clit and down the other side before sliding my free hand to move them aside.

She’s dripping. Not just wet. It’s running down her arse. It’s soaking the sofa in a delicate pool beneath her cheeks. One lick gently lapping her clit. Another the length of her lips. A third across her arsehole.  Harder pushing my tongue between her and up to her clit. She moans “sweet jesus” through pursed lips. My tongue flicks her clit. Up and down. Feeling it harden with each lap. Then side to side.  Harder still. Still teasing her nipple.

I lick my lips hungrily.  She tastes like fruit. Sweet yet barely there.  My tongue thick with her cum.  Her knickers slide down to her ankles as she lifts one by one till they’re nestled on the floor. My finger traces her clit. Down her slit. Finding her opening. Begging. I leave my finger just in front. Nestled.  Cradled by her lips as I circle. Sucking her clit this time. My tongue hammering it up and down. Her moans louder and louder grabbing the back of my head and pushing her cunt into my face.

I slide my fingers inside knuckle deep.  Twisting my hand and back out. Slow intimate teasing as her muscles grip me with each movement. She’s close. Her breathing is fast her groans free and light. Gasping.  I push them deep inside and up, my fingers on her g spot. Pressure circling as she starts to climax. Her cunt tightening. Her legs shaking. Her clit swollen on my tongue. She holds her legs up panting.  Her chest Glistening with sweat. Her hair stuck to her shoulders.

She shakes barely able to breathe and I release her clit and slowly move in and out of her. Her g spot is hard and full. Pressing against my fingers.  Her head resting towards her shoulder. I press up. Hard. Curling my fingers and start. Come hither. Slowly at first.  Watching her mouth open. Her gasps. Her chest raising and falling. Cum running down my fingers.  Harder. Faster. Her cunt sopping, slurping greedily as I rest my hand on her abdomin, pressing slightly.  Feeling her swell and swell. Shaking. Quivering. Gyrating.  I hold my position. Her cunt relaxes and then, cum. Squirting up in an arch over my hand. Down her arse. Spraying her thighs.  Soaking the sofa. She opens her eyes screaming.  Staring at me in shock. In amazement.  Enthralled in pleasure. It splashes onto my breasts filling my cupped hand. She gasps sitting upright as I ease off. Leaving my fingers inside feeling the trickle of cum down them staring at her soaked cunt. My thumb gently rubbing her clit.

She stares at me. Then laughter. Full hearted giggles as her head falls backwards onto the sofa and I slowly leave her, licking my fingers hungrily. Sliding my body up hers and tracing her lips with my fingers. She licks, staring once again.  Then a kiss. A hard, passionate, desperate kiss. She’s nowhere near done.

Office.

Sometimes I’m just horny. I can think of nothing all day but sex. Everything about sex. I find my mind wandering whilst I type at work. I can see my colleagues getting fucked. Imagining their sex faces. Picture bending them over their desk and pulling their hair back.  Ripping open their blouses and sucking their tits. Pushing them up against the photo copier as I unbutton their flies. Spreadeagling them over this week’s reports. Fucking them against the overhead screen…

I can still taste the last girl I licked out, sweet and thick on my tastebuds, smell her gentle musky pussy scent from orgasm before, feel the way her cum dribbled down my chin as I sucked on her swollen clit, hear the way she groaned and shouted pulling my hair begginger for more. See the look of shock and exhilaration as she squirted for the first time, over my face and through the sheets, the sound of my fingers pounding her g spot and the wet happy pussy ring…

I can feel my last fuck every time I sit down, delicately. The way his cock pounded my g spot as cum ran down his shaft and balls, the aching of my muscles as I was left tied with my ankles and wrists to the headboard, I can hear my screams and the creaking, breaking springs. I can taste his cum in my throat, feel it ache from him fucking my face unrelentingly, my eyes watering and that tight chested feeling as his hands and cock choked me tighter.  I can feel his fingers in my arse, the butt plug stretching me as he grinned at my degradation… the overwhelming heat as I was cumming, my tits bouncing, my nipples aching from being sucked.

I can feel it all. Sat here at my desk. With one hand on my mouse pad, talking to you through my headset. Knickerless and waiting. As you talk statistics and sales. As I stare at my screen and the reflection of the blondes chest in the monitor. As my hand touches my wet pussy through my tights. Glances my already swollen clit.  Begs me to play with her. Aches for a thrashing. As I end the call and walk to the bathroom. Staying hi to my colleagues downstairs, wishing I was going down on her as I shut the cubicle.

Grabbing my nipples and pinching, teasing them, longing for them to be sucked and flicked. Slowly hitching up my skirt,  bending myself over, one knee on the rim. My fingers stroking my rim. Sliding round my arse to my clit. Fucking her. Hard. Unrelentingly, flicking her side to side as my piercing nestles against my nails. Gasping in as I hold my breath to cum. My legs shaking. Hearing girls talk shopping and useless boyfriends outside.  Leaning my head on the wall as I lower my tights, two fingers inside me, two on my clit. My ankles shaking stood on my heels, My face hard against the cold tiles of the back wall. Fucking myself harder and harder. Curling my fingers up to my spot until I start to cum. My Mouth open. Unable to breath for fear of screaming. My cum running down my legs, soaking my tights. My shirt stuck to my chest.

Regaining control, my legs stop shaking, I smile as I’m walking back. Fluffing my hair in the monitor screen, smearing my lipstick with my fingertip, all to be able to call you back about those figures you were querying, as cum soaks into my skirt, my nipples standing hard and throbbing, so obvious that and the guy across the office notices I’m not wearing a bra, with a smile as he glances back down to his figures.

If only he knew.

Backseat.

She jumped into the back of the car and pulled her coat over herself. Shivering in the cold evening air. She heard the engine tick over again and again as he sat desperately trying to get it started. Can lights flying past down the country lane the cat lit up each time in thne field entrance. Come on. Get over here. She said. I need warming up.

He turned round in the front seat. Seeing her shivering. bit get her lip. Giving him that look as her mouth broke into a cheeky smile. He climbed into the back. Pushing herself up against the door and spreading her legs he crawled in between and laid hos body against hers. Your shaking. He said. As he ran his hands down her neck. Over her scar and down over her chest. Feeling her hard cold nipped standing tall beneath her top.

He began to run his hands up and down up against did down. Glancing her nipple over and over. Watching her eyes close. Her head fall backwards as she pushed her chest towards him. Breathing heavier. She looked against daft him with sleepy horny eyes. Slow blinks as she grasped the back of his neck. Gripping his hair and pulling him towards her. Brushing her lips against his. Running her tongue over his top lip before kissing him hats. Her tongue finding his her hand going up his back under his jumper. Digging her nails into his back. She bit his bottom lip as she lifted her hips towards his crotch.

Wrapping her leg around his back and pulling him towards her. Writhing beneath him as he kissed down her neck. Biting her chest, pulling down her top exposing her breasts to the cold. He grinned seeing her piercings a tanning erect as his tongue flicked gently up and down across her buds, circling her nipples suckling her neck. She writhed and moaned louder. Digging her nails in and scratching his back. Before grabbing his hair and pushing his head back down. Suck them, She cried out.

He took her buds between her lips and suckled hard feeling them extend. Clicking his tongue over the top inside his mouth as she screamed wig pleasure. Running her hand down to his trousers and feeling his erection his Jeans. Gripping her hand around his hard shaft and unbuttoning his jeans. I want you inside me. She cried. Ripping of her leggings and pulling her underwear down he sat up. His head squashed against the ceiling trying separately to tear his clothes off him. He laid back towards her. And she pushed him back. I want to taste you she exclaimed.. leaning forward to his erection standing proud against the cold air.

She licked him from balls to tip of his shaft. Staring up at him with smiling eyes as she spat on the end of his cock. The spit ending down his shaft and dropping from his bell end before she wrapped her lips around him and slowly pushed the length of him Down her throat. Sucking gently each inch by inch. Filling her mouth. She began to work him harder up and down cradling his balls her hand and tickling rhea with her fingers. He grabbed her hair pulling her up and pushing her back down onto the car seat. Lifting one of her legs over his shoulder her toes touching the roof he grinned. Biting her chest as he teased he.her running his cock up and down her dripping quit pussy. she wriggled and riled trying or push her hips closer to him. As he slammed his hand against her hip to pin her down. The other around her throat.

Look at me, He said as he thrusted slowly into her. Filling her inch by inch. She gasped trying to breathe against his grip, feeling her can’t grip round his shaft. Her hands grabbed his arse. Arching her back and pushing him deeper and deeper inside herself. He began to fuck her hard. Deep punishing thrust his hips and balls slamming against her cunt. Her hands gripped the edge of the seats. Pulled his hair. Clawed his chest and pressed against the steamed windows. For constant stream of car lights flashing against their grinding bodies.

She fucked him back. Following his rhythm as he thruster faster and faster hammering her G spot Cum running down her arse as she slid a hand round to is arse gripping her nails and the other to her clit frigging herself hard rolling her piercing between her fingers. Fuck I’m close she screamed… pushing his head to her tits. .. eagerly Sucking them hard. Feeling his cock throb inside her. .her cunt spasm as she began to squirt over him. Covering him the car seat. Soaking herself as he came inside her hard. He collapsed against her. Their bodies hot. Sweat glistening on his X heat shh nicking spotted her forehead. Their panting breath visible against the cold air.

Cinema.

Hurrying up the stairs in the darkness, following the dim blue lights in the steps we could hear the whispers of those around us, popcorn crunching, couples giggling, sweet wrappers being undone, youths throwing things at one another. I led him up the stairs towards the back of the cinema, sitting in the far left corner, dark and away from the gaggle of strangers. There were people a few rows in front, those further down our row, and a packed cinema, their heads black silhouettes against the glow of the screen. We settled in, pulling up the arm rest between us as I slumped back into the seat and began to relax into the film.

He turned to me slowly, as I went to glance his direction he whispered, ‘don’t look at me, watch the film’. I grinned slightly, shifting in my seat, feeling an air of anticipation and glancing at those around us. His fingers ran over my ear lobe, down my neck, grazing my skin ever so softly, sending shivers down my spine. He traced the neckline of my top, across my collar bone, down over my chest, across the top of my breasts. My chest rose towards him as my skin shivered, enjoying his gentle touch, my eyes slowly closing.

‘Watch the film’, he whispered again, staring intently at the side of my face. I opened my eyes again and tried to concentrate on the screen. I paid for you to watch this film, you will watch it, you won’t disappoint. I took a deep breath staring at the images dancing on the screen as he slipped his fingers under the rim of my top, down to the seam of my bra, moving across my chest from one side to another, sliding his finger tip just under the lace. His cold hands slipped inside my bra, glancing my nipple gently, moving around it, slowly circling my piercings. I felt myself getting wetter as my cunt tightened and began to throb gently with each caress. He started to flick them more precisely, nipping the bud between his fingers and pulsing them, making them feel like they were being sucked. I slid my arse forward on the seat glancing around once again at the faces engrossed in the film.

I ran my hand over his jeans, his raging hard on pressing against the denim, as his ran down over my stomach and under my top, tracing the lines at the top of my jeans. I went to undo them, no, he cooed, grinning beside me and breathing into my neck, you’ll wait, he groaned. My hand traced his cock through his jeans, feeling his balls and running up and down his shaft, tickling the bulge of his bell end. I felt dirty, naughty surrounded by strangers as my breathing quickened, his fingers slid under my jeans and under my lace frenchies, slowly sliding down towards my pussy. My knickers were soaked, as he slowly undid a button and followed the curve around, his fingers over my groin, across my outer lips, down towards my arse, missing each delicious spot by millimetres. I undid his jeans awkwardly and ran my hand to grasp his cock through his boxers, holding his shaft tight as his fingers finally glanced my clit.

I shuddered desperately trying to keep my eyes forward, his straining cock making me desperate, as he dipped his fingers into my dripping cunt and began to work my clit with his wet fingers. I began to work his shaft, gripping and sliding my hand up and down, rolling my wrist and twisting gently with each stroke. His fingers finally slid inside me two, deep pressing against my g-spot. I gasped, biting the back of my free hand, not wanting to disturb everyone, their presence only heightening my sensitivity. I began to pant and groan quietly, my cunt throbbing as he stroked my g spot unrelenting, pressing harder and deeper. I took hold of his cock finally beneath his boxers, gripping him tightly and working his bell end, rolling my fingers over his head with each tight fast stroke. He began to shake gently as he panted into my neck.

The woman along the row from us glanced our direction, and quickly stared back at the screen as our hands worked hard. ‘Hold it’, he said, feeling my cunt grip his fingers, my teeth sink into my hand harder, as his cock throbbed and swelled in my palm, ‘not yet… ‘he whispered. His free hand grabbed my pony tail and tugged stretching my head back and pulling my chin towards the ceiling, ‘wait for me’. I worked him faster and faster, my legs shaking as I tried to fend of my orgasm, ‘I can’t’ I whispered. He pulled tighter on my hair pressed harder into my sopping cunt, wait he hissed. He began to groan slightly, pushing his cock towards my hand, jiffling in his seat. I wanted his cock in my cunt, deep in my throat, anywhere, cum ran down my arse down the insides of my thigh, dripping onto my jeans, sweat on my chest, my arm burning as I tossed him off. He yanked my head towards him, look at me when you cum, he smiled, staring deeply into my eyes as I blinked long horny glances, my lips wet, my cheeks flushed. I bit my lip hard, his cock throbbing swelling further. ‘Give in’, he finally whispered. I stopped fighting it, my cunt gushing with cum as I shook violently, gasping, groaning, staring back at him as his eyes slowly closed, and his head went back, my fingers gripping him tight. I bent my face over his cock as he let go off my hair and pulled back his jeans, and felt his warm cum shower my lips and chin, I stuck my tongue out eagerly, feeling my own juices run over his fingers and down his palm. I sat back, licking the cum off my lips, gathering it on my fingers and sucking it off eagerly, staring back at him, as he left his fingers inside my, feeling my cunt pulsing around him, enjoying the sensation of my very happy cunt. He slowly pulled his fingers out, as we readjusted ourselves and went to wipe his fingers on the seat. I caught his hand, sucking the cum off and staring once again at the screen. He exhaled heavily, smiling as he stared back at the screen.

‘Fuck’ he whispered. I looked around the cinema once more, at the oblivious absorbed faces, feeling like the naughtiest slut alive; my first public encounter.  I sat panting beside him a massive grin on my face. The best bit, he said, I turned towards him, ‘You’ve got to sit covered in my cum, for the next hour.’

Despite my absense…

I return to find you still reading daily, commenting and emailing and blessing me with an award that I can honestly say has made my day, one that I think fits rather aptly to my kind of, style 😉 Knowing you’re all out there reading my stuff, getting hot under the collar, by yourself with a partner… getting turned on, titillated it gets me wet just at the thought. I enjoy writing about my escapades and knowing you’re all enjoying them, well it just gets me dripping every time.

 

Thanks to nekkidsoul for your kind words and honest posts to keep me amused, heart warmed or whatever the mood might be, on a night in.

 

1. What’s the kinkiest thing you’ve ever done?

Probably a threesome with two guys. Very naughty, double penetration and so so much fun.

2. What do you now know about sex that you wish you’d have known earlier in life?

I wish i’d have discovered my BDSM side earlier. I am an absolute slut for kink.com, from submission, to anal play, to spanking, binding, electro-play, latex, leather, suspension, choking… oh you name it I want to do it, and do it again. There is nothing sexier than feeling dominated, and out of control, giving in and letting go.

3. Is there any gutter fantasy you’d like to try?(tell us what it is)

Ooo this is a hard one. I have a fantasy about massages. being relaxed, having hands begin to wonder, being licked out and fingered and finally a sensual yet submissive fuck. Anything where a person in a position of power abuses their position a bit, well I’m all over that. I would also love to squirt. I’ve done it a few times in my life but never regularly nor to the soaking state I want -that sensation I would repeat again and again.

4. What’s the funniest bedroom situation you’ve ever been in?

Having my parents walk in whilst a girl was sat on my face, hearing the door open and slowly close creaking on its hinges, as a girl was literally coming over my face had to be a classic.

5. Has gutter blogging taught you anything?

That there is always something out there to discover, to share and to write about. The things I get emailed about are so diverse, so out there at times I have to do a little research to get a grasp of what the person wants, and getting amazing feedback that it was just what the doctor ordered, how hard they came, how much they enjoyed it… that’s the best sort of compliment i could ask for.

6. What is your favorite post from the person who nominated you?

I honestly cannot pick. There are far to many posts that are honest, thought provoking, emotional, funny… whatever it may be I am always happy to escape her little world and submerse myself in her latest whirlwind. Get reading people.

 

As for my nominations, There are far to many good smut writers out there for me to list them all, so I would say, get searching, get creative and find that blog that really hits your high notes! And now my dutiful subs, I guess it’s time to give you what you’ve been waiting for.

Xmas.

I was ready. All curled up, I clutched my knees to my chest. The satin was soft again my skin, wrapped around me, under me, cold against my privates. It was dark; I could feel my breath on my arm, light and fluttering with anticipation. What would he think, how would he react… there was too much to think about. My nipples stood hard beneath the shift, my pussy wet, waiting for him.

I heard the door, heard his keys on the sideboard, his shoes slip off in the hall, and the door creak open. He laughed a deep hearted chuckle, and I could feel him walking over.

“What have we here” he said somewhere over my box, “Merry Christmas, Open me.” It was my queue, I stood up out of the box, smiling at him, the satin red bow wrapped draped around me, my naked body goose pimpled and gleaming. He eyed me slowly up and down, taking me in as I handed him my note, tucked warmly in my hand, and he opened it with a quizzical look.

“Yours present, to do as you wish”. He grinned once again, looking me over, at my legs, my flat stomach, my breasts just concealed, my hair falling around my shoulders.

He took my hand, as I stepped out of the box, turning around slowly for him, enjoying his gaze on me, my pussy throbbing slightly, as he stared longingly at my curves. His hands felt the satin, ran over my breasts, over my erect nipples, down my sides and over my pussy softly.  I closed my eyes, trembling slightly, the expectation killing me.

He undid his shirt exposing his chest; my hands ran over its smoothness, his stomach, his chest, up to his shoulders, as his found the bow between my breasts. He stared deep into my eyes as he tugged, gently. The bow untied, dropping to the floor around me, exposing me.

He walked over to the sofa, sitting down leading me after him, my heels clipping on the floor. He sat back, the music in the background ticking over, as I stood in front of him. Dance, he said. I turned around; walking a few paces away, and began to move. My hips swayed i time with the beat, my arse bouncing and curving in front of him, my hands running through my hair, over my naked breasts, up my thighs, as I ground for him, bending over in front of him, my pussy peaking out between my thighs. I backed up towards him, dropping to the floor spreading my legs and standing again, teasing him. I got closer, sticking my arse in his face, rubbing my tits up his thighs, my arse against his lap, his now hard cock straining against his jeans.

 He pulled me onto him, so I sat astride him, straddling his crotch, pushing my tits into his face, he licked my nipples greedily, flicking the bud with his tongue, his hands on my arse, grasping me, spreading my cheeks. I gasped, my head falling backwards, as he pulled my tits together, began to suck my nipples hungrily, taking the bud between his lips, rolling his tongue over it, getting the harder, my pussy wetter and wetter with each flick. I moaned, grinding my cunt against him through his jeans, working my clit against him.

 He sat back, undoing the top button of his jeans and staring at me adoringly. I got the hint and slid off him, dropping to the floor between his knees, I slowly undid each button, and pulled them off, his cock standing erect through his boxers. I kissed it through them, ran my hand over his balls, tickling up and down his shaft with soft strokes before slowly peeling them off.

I got comfortable, shifting my weight on my heels and licked his balls softly. He moaned as my lips grazed him, my wet tongue ran over him. I sucked gently, taking them in my mouth, my tongue massaging each one in turn, covering him in spit, staring up at him as his cock pulse in front of me. My tongue ran up the length of his shaft, up and down covering him, soaking him. I licked his bell end softly, rolling my tongue around the ring, flicking it tasting his pre cum already dripping from the tip, and took it just inside my mouth, sucking gently. He groaned visibly, his hands running through my hair, as I took him inch by inch down my throat, my tongue pressed against his shaft.

I began to work him, taking him deep down my throat, sucking hard, my fingers massaging his balls as I choked on his cock, the spit running down my chin, staring up at him. My hand joined my mouth, working him up and down, harder and faster, twisting slightly over his head, rolling the palm of my hand over him, up and down, harder, faster, feeling him groan and strain for more of him inside.

He sat up, and slid off the sofa, standing in front of me. I adjusted back onto my heels, his cock standing proud in front of me. I opened my mouth longingly sticking out my tongue as he slapped his cock against it, rubbing it against my wet lips, before pressing it down for my to take. I sucked it back down my throat taking the length of him down, as his hands went to the back of my head. I steadied myself my nails digging into his thighs as he began to fuck my face; hard and fast, his cock ramming the back of my throat, sliding deep down, choking me. I spluttered, staring into his eyes, as he pulled me hair, flicking my tongue against his shaft as it fucked my face harder and harder.

He pulled out, I gasped for air, before he stuck it back in, pressing it against my cheek, ramming it home, groaning and moaning with each thrust. He sat back down, pulling me over him, I held him tall as he slid into my dripping wet cunt; inch by inch filling me, his cock deep inside me, pressing against my g spot. I started to ride him slowly, sliding the length of him in and out, teasing his bell end with my tight cunt, before thrusting him back into me hard. I ground against him, working my clit on his stomach, his cock pressing deep and hard inside me, rocking backwards and forwards enthusiastically. I felt my cunt throb as I worked myself on him, my cum running down his balls, his hands gripping my arse, urging me on. My nails dug into his shoulders, my eyes pressed shut, as my chest flushed. I felt my cunt pulse harder and harder around his hard cock, my orgasm building thrust by thrust, before I came hard, sudden release I screamed out, scratching his chest, grinding against him hard.

I threw my head back, laughing, swivelling around on his cock, so I was facing the other way, my feet on the floor. I bounced on his cock, riding him, my arse slamming into his lap, the sound of it slapping against him. He smacked my arse, thrusting in time with me, penetrating me deeper and deeper, hitting the back wall of my cunt – dripping with satisfaction. I held my hair up, turning my head to look at him as I worked him, my legs burning my cunt throbbing, desperate to please him.

He pushed me off suddenly, throwing me onto the sofa, and bending me over the back. I stuck my arse out for him, my glistening cunt spread for him, as he spit down my arse, watching it run over my lips and drip off my cunt.

He ran his cock up and down my slit before pounding into me, his hands on my hips, ramming me onto him. I gripped the back of the sofa, bent forwards, screaming in pleasure, calling his name, my legs shaking. He fucked me hard, fast and brutal, his hands grabbing my hair and wrenching my head backwards, arching my back, his other hand wrapped around my throat choking me. He groaned with me, as I started to tense again, his cock throbbing inside me. He was getting close, I bounced against him, screamed out, cumming on him once more, sweat running down between my breasts, cum drenching my thighs.  Suddenly he pulled out and pulled my head around, taking his cock in his hand and stood over my face. I stuck my tongue out for him, staring up at him, waiting for him to shower me, as he began to cum, spraying me. He came over my tits, my cheeks, on my lips and tongue, I licked his tip hungrily, lapping him up, running my hands over my cum soaked chest and grinning at him.

“Merry Christmas” I grinned. 

Nomination.

Sextails has been nominated for its first award, The Inspiring blogger award.  As follows I will pay my respects to the gorgeous Deviant Diaries, tell you some sizzling sexual secrets from my life as a lover, and pay my own personal accolades.

Repects.

Deviant Wench, where to begin. She is by far one of my favourite and most read blogs on wordpress, tales of a subs life, honest and so so hot, I’m a sopping mess at the end. It follows the life of a submissive and kink sex life, as she accepts her submissive state despite her own feminist roots. Check out the likes of, “Please sir can I have some more” and “Sunday night” both recent posts that will say more than I can. Adding humour and honesty to sexual posts stories she always manages to hit the nail on the head, raising my temperature and making me eternally jealous of her antics at once. If I had a blogroll, she’d be on there, as would my nominee’s.  All great blogs that inspire me to write and try to keep up with them.

Facts. 

1. I have anal sex more than vaginal.

2. My favourite sex toy is my vibrating butt plug with a 4 inch diameter.

3. I’m a sub, I like to be made to feel like a slut I am.

4. I orgasm from having my nipple piercings sucked. Regularly.

5. I love sex outside in front of people, I’m an exhibitionist.

6. I once tore out my clit piercing in an energetic shag, hospital and stitches, and re-pierced the week after.

7. I can’t orgasm with my eyes open. Sensory overload if I start darting about.

8. I was once an internet sensation, an ex posting all our videos and images on a website for all to enjoy.

9. I’ve a twenty two inch waist, perfect for a corset.

10. I’m a pain whore. I love to be punched around the face and hurt during sex, but I bruise like a peach.

Nominations. 

Some of these guys get alot of nominations, some of them should have them spamming their walls and there’s a reason… They’re the best i’ve found out there. Check them out and see for yourself. Although spare time, its never a quick browse 😉 7, my favourite number.

Vagina Antics, my favourite girls in erotica. Heather and Nikki write with humour, honesty and alot of heat. These girls know how to write and how to entertain in every sense of the world. Cannot recommend them highly enough.

A Sexual Being, the adventures of Kayla Lords, a girl I’d definitely like to get to know. Sex stories and adventures from a girl who knows what she likes.

The Dom Next Door, the life I envy. I’m wet before I’ve opened the blog. The stories of a couples adventures in the deeply arousing world of BDSM.

Sextasy Love, Photo’s I love. Hot shots to turn you on, on cold winters nights, or set you up for a frigg…

Breathtaking portraits, for beautiful girls, sexy poses and pictures guaranteed to wet any pair of panties.

Submizion, for all your submissive and kinky needs. Great photos, greater stories, and great for my alone time pre-read.

Honesty, Not sexual, but I can’t not have her on here! I love her blog –  I love hearing from her, I love finding out what she’s up to. Her blog is refreshing, honest and fun.