Poem.

I can’t take anymore, you’re driving me mad;

Teasing me senseless, I want it so bad.

I want to feel you, deep inside

To moan and pulse and enjoy the ride.

I’m writhing I’m moaning, please do me now,

Take control and show me how.

Your fingers are drenched, why make me wait;

So undeniably wet, I’ve taken the bait.

Your tongue’s and tips have pleased me so,

And now I’m desperate, as you know.

It’s a matter of time, till you have your way,

Give into me and do as you may.

Enter me deep like you know how to do,

Grind and thrust, long and true;

Satisfy me till I can barely speak,

Work me till my legs go weak.

I’ve been so very patient, you know it’s true,

I just want to finally, make love to you. 

Street.

I hadn’t been horny for ages; randy, a little bit aroused – but not horny. Not that aching throbbing feeling, that urge to be penetrated, to be hurt, to be fucked like they meant it. Why it had evaded me I didn’t know, but it had. I’d decided to go out, the usual, just a night out, for a flirt, for a dance, for a slow grind and grope. I saw him at the bar, giving me the once over, slow and deliberate. We’d spoken before, met casually, nothing more than a passing word, but tonight he wanted me to see. He wanted to see me looking at him. I stared straight ahead at the bar, determined not to look his direction and as I left, turned the other way to walk off, avoiding him still.

He appeared near me on the dance floor, stood staring as I danced with my girls, slowly grinding to the music, smiling happily, enjoying his eyes on me. He walked around us, in a slow deliberate circle, taking a drink, pushing past people as he stared at us from each angle. I felt like I was being stalked, preyed upon. He was eating me with his eyes, each inch at a time, taking me in – consuming me. I swayed my hips further, ground down to the floor, circling them slowly in time with the beat, my hands holding my hair up, my eyes closed.

I felt a hand around my waist, hard and demanding. He pulled me close into him, his arm hurting my stomach, shocking me. “Come on” he snarled in my ear, grabbing my hand and beginning to lead me out of the club, skirting the walls. I followed him and tried to pull my hand away, “Why do you think I’m coming with you” I was laughing, half angry at the indignation of it, excited by the urgency he had me. He spun around, shoving me backwards; I tottered on my heels towards the wall a few feet behind. He slammed be against it, a metal bar digging into my lower back, pressing himself against me. His dark eyes stared down at my mouth, glanced down at my breasts through my see-through shirt and back up to my eyes. I felt the slow throb, the wetness between my lips, the aching inside. I stared at him determined, “Tell me you don’t want it” I kept eye contact, trying to hide my smile, keep my breathing level – give nothing away. Then I glanced down at his lips, just for a second. He grinned wryly, grabbing my again and rushing toward the exit. He knew I’d given in.

Outside he paused and looked up the road both ways, I stared at his torso, wandering what he felt like, smelt like, tasted like. It was my turn, taking my arm through his I marched along the road, towards mine, the wind blowing my hair in my eyes. His hand went to my arse, grabbing me hard, to the small of my back. I walked ahead fast, my feet clicking on the pavement, desperate to get home. We walked past a small alley way, he grabbed my shoulders and pulled me backwards towards the gap. My heart was racing, I stared at him deeply as he pushed me against the wall again, pressing against me, his raging hard on pushing against my thigh. I kissed him, hard. Running my fingers up the back of his neck and through his hair, tugging lightly as my other hand went down the back of his shirt, my nails digging in. He groaned, biting my lip hard, sucking on my tongue as it found his, biting my chin and cheeks, sucking my neck.  My knickers were drenched, sopping for him. My nipples standing hard in my bra, my skin pricking with his touch.

I couldn’t wait anymore; I pulled my top up, revealing my bra, yanking it down under my breasts, exposing myself to him. He ran his hands up the side of my body, grabbing my tits hard, and squeezing them in his hands, running his fingers either side of my nipples and gripping tightly. My head fell back against the wall, I pushed my crotch into his hips, arched my back towards him, pushed my tits into his face – wanting him to suck them. He bit my chest, my tit, his mouth finding my nipples, he spat on one, moving his head to the other side. His fingers found my wet nipple, squeezing and teasing the bud between his tips, while the other sucked hard, his teeth nipping behind my piercing, pulling my piercing towards him. I gasped, My hands pressed against the wall, scratching his back, finding my clit through my knickers. His hand caught mine, slamming it against the wall, his other hand grabbing my other wrist and holding them above my head.

He placed them in one hand and ran his hand down my skirt, up the inside of my thigh, to my frenchies. He gasped as he felt the cum on the inside of my thigh, my knickers soaked through, my clit piercing through the lace. He ran his fingers gently over my lips, I gasped and wriggled, desperate for his fingers inside me. He pulled my knickers down slowly, one side at a time, and I wriggled my hips till they fell to the floor around my heels. He took the buckle of his jeans and began to undo his trousers, staring at me as he did so. I bit my lip, I stained my lips towards his but he stood back from me, pulling his jeans down and pulling out his cock.

I could hear people leaving the club in the distance, the smokers outside, car lights flash past the entrance, the dim light of the take-aways along the road. I stared at him, wanting him, not caring where I was, enjoying the thought of getting caught. His cock stood proud in front of him, he held up my skirt up, and kicked my feet apart with his. I wobbled on my heels, staring at his rock hard cock, desperate for it. He ran it up the inside of my thigh, I moaned, trying to manoeuvre towards it, have it touching me, I ran it up my slit, through my dripping wet cum and towards my arse, rubbing his bell end on my clit, my piercing working me well.

Then he entered me, one hard thrust. He didn’t ease me into it, or take his time, but pushed hard, his hips slamming into mine, filling me entirely. I gasped, my hands still above my head, resting my head back on the wall, feeling my cum around his cock. He pulled out slowly and rammed home hard again. I arched my hips up towards him, pressing the small of my back into the wall, desperate for him deeper, pulling my hands away from his, he began to fuck me slowly, one long slow pull out and a hard thrust back, my cunt tightening around him with each thrust, gripping him, inviting him.

He let go of my hands and I grabbed my hands around him, around his neck, his back, digging my nails in, pulling him towards me, biting his shoulders. I raised my leg, desperate for him deeper, and his hand slipped around me waist. I placed my hands around his neck and he lifted me up, as I wrapped my legs around his back, and he pushed me hard into the wall. I slipped down further onto his cock, it pressed hard against my g spot, deep inside me, filling me entirely.

He thrust slowly again, groaning slightly as I gripped his waist with my thighs and lifted myself with each thrust, “Fuck me”, I whispered in his ear, gripping the back of his neck hard, “fuck me hard”. He rammed his cock deep into me, and began to fuck me, pound me, hammer me, his cock ramming in and out of my tight cunt, my arse bouncing against the wall, struggling to hold myself on, his hands went to my arse, holding me up as he pounded in and out, my cum running down his balls. I screamed, biting my arm trying not to scream as he hit my g spot harder and harder, stretching my tight cunt, as it swelled and throbbed around him. I started to cum, shaking around him, unable to grip, he took my weight as my head went backwards, crying out for him. A few boys walked past the end of the alley, crying out, cheering us on, as I screamed harder and harder.

He pulled out, dropping me down to the floor, and pushed my head down, I took his cock in my mouth, deep down my throat spitting on him and tasting my own cum. His fingers found my nipples, gripping them and tugging them towards him, pulling them out in front of me, I groaned as I slid my own fingers inside my cunt, taking him deeper in my throat, sucking him hard and fingering my own wet cunt. I rested my head against the wall, spread my legs and pulled his arse towards me, pushing my hand against him, letting him know to fuck my face. His hands went to the wall; he held my hair and my head and began to fuck harder. I took my nipple in one hand and my clit with the other, squeezing and teasing, feeling another orgasm building, staring up at him with watery eyes as his cock rammed into the back of my throat again and again, trying not to choke.

I felt his cock swell, begin to throb, I worked my clit harder, faster, faster circles, feeling my piercing between my fingers, my cunt tighten, my orgasm build. I squeezed my nipples repeatedly, pulsing it, nipping it harder and harder as I felt my cunt tighten further, grow hot, and my legs tremble. He began to shake, he thrust quicker ramming his cock home, and suddenly pulled out, his cock throbbing, I began to cum, sticking out my tongue, moaning loudly, the cum running down my thigh, as he shot his loud over my face, in my mouth, over my chest.

I licked my fingers, running my hands over his cum, pulling my knickers up as I stood, He leant on the wall, slowly doing up his jeans, panting desperately, staring at me, as I scooped his cum up with my fingers and licked it off. He grinned as I pulled down my top, grabbed my bag and a tissue, and cleaned myself off, straightening myself out. I leant back on the wall, panting still, looking at him. “Mine?” he said, and I simply grinned.

Elevator.

We were only staying a week, a short break away for a holiday. He’d surprised me as a treat, or a desperate attempt to salvage our relationship and show he cared. Prague. It was safe to say I was pleased, at least he was trying. We’d arrived and settled into our room, found our way down to the front entrance and asked the concierge for places to go, eat, the usual. He gave me the eye as I walked over, looking me up and down with his head on the side, in a way that made my skin bristle and my cunt twinge.  He answered his questions politely, staring at me and grinning, asking if I liked the city, what floor we were on, if we wanted dinner reservations. He had a thick accent, Spanish, dark, tall, with those deep eyes. I smiled and blushed, I tried to look away, and listen to my partner, but I was there, he knew he had me.

The first few nights we saw him, he’d smile make pleasant conversation, then my partner was late down for dinner. I sat in the bar having a drink quietly, relaxing to the sound of the piano when he came over. He stood and asked If I was ok. We exchanged polite conversation, his hand brushed my arm, he stared at me longingly, wantingly and told me I was beautiful. My partner appeared and he asked me if I wanted a drink, taking my partners, not his job but, I guess he needed the excuse.

Later that night my partner went out, to the shop, to somewhere, to get something that we needed. It turned out to be flowers; the irony was not lost on me. I walked across the hall to the lift when he came bounding across and joined me. I’ll walk you up, he said simply.

I smiled obligingly, stepping into the lift, my heels clicking against the wooden floor. He pressed the button and the door shut, we were on the move. Suddenly he turned round pushing me up against the mirrored walls and pressing my hands by my sides, he kissed me hard, on the mouth, his tongue searching for mine, straining for me, biting my lip, and kissing my cheek.  I gasped, kissing him back, I felt a rush of need, of want, of passion that I was missing.

He turned around, placed his key in the slot in the lift and it stopped with a jolt. He turned back to me, smiling. I felt nervous, like a teenager, a rush of anticipation, of expectation, of fear – What was I doing, what was happening. He kissed me again, kissed my neck, running his hands up my hold ups to the lace at the top, stroking me. I groaned leaning against the wall as he slowly hitched my skirt up, finding his fingers to my knickers and glancing my crotch. I gasped, I was dripping. He smiled kissing me again, his fingers running over my clit, my lips through my lacy underwear.

My hand went around the back of his neck, I spread my legs wider, I pushed my pelvis forward, I wanted his fingers desperately. He slipped them into my wetness, I felt his fingers warm against my skin, running up and down my slit and deep into my cunt. It responded gripping him back, swelling around his knuckles as he began to work me slowly, a slow come hither motion deep inside me. He glanced my g spot repeatedly, each slow motion bringing me closer. He rolled his hand and fingers, sending a new sensation through me. My cunt felt incredible, better than it ever had. I was dripping wet, it running down my legs. He pulled my straps of my dress down, still expertly fingering me, I pulled my bra down showing him my nipple and he wrapped his lips around them, sucking them gently, rolling the bud between his lips, flicking the head with the tip of his tongue.

My legs felt weak, I could hardly stand, I held onto the rail of the lift, nestled my head into the corner, moaning louder and louder. Then his thumb glanced my clit. I cried out, as he slowly circled it gentle pressure, rolling it under his finger again and again. My cunt throbbed, his fingers full inside me, he slipped a third in and I felt it.

My cunt swelling harder and harder, the rush of head from my knees, everything tighten and suddenly, I came. I cried out, I shook, my legs barely holding me, is other hand pressed against my stomach, trying to prop me up. My whole body came, my nerve endings pricking, the hairs standing on end, my cunt running with sweet cum. He flicked my nipple a few times, kissed my chest, and stood back, pulling my dress back over my breast and my strap up.

His fingers were stil inside me, rocking slowly in and out, enjoying how wet I was I imagine. He slid his fingers out slowly, stroking my cunt as he did, and placed them to my mouth, softly. I licked them gently, looking at him, completely lost in my own pleasure, nothing desperate or hungry, just tasted myself, the sweetness of cum, the silkiness, the way it smelt on my lips.

He turned around stepping away from me. I suddenly felt exposed, the lights were bright, I was flushed and hot. He turned his key and the lift jolted moving. He stood with his back to me, I pulled down my dress, stood up straight not knowing what to do. The lift doors opened, he stood to the side, and gestured to the open door. I went to speak but changed my mind, stepping forward.

He winked at me as I was parallel with him, taking hold of my hand and kissing the back of it, I stepped out of the lift, turning around and watched him step backwards, the lift shutting, his deep eyes staring at me, smiling and glistening. The doors closed. I stood for a second in the corridor. I took a deep breath, I felt the cum running down my leg. I thought of my partner waiting in my room, I hurried down the corridor, trying to sort myself out. I reached the door, paused and smiled. Well,  that was different. I let myself in. 

Kitchen.

It had been a hot day, one of the hottest of the year, if not the. 32 degrees and for an English summer even I had to admit that was warm.  I’d realised early in the day it was too hot for clothes, they stuck to my skin, I felt claustrophobic, overheated, clammy. I ran a cold shower, letting the water run over my skin and through my hair.

The water pricked my skin, goose-bumps raised on my body, the hairs on my arms stood on end, my nipples stuck out proudly. I gasped, panting as the water rushed over my face, my body shuddered under the cool spray, the drips ran over my warm cunt, down my arse, dripping off my lips.

I dried myself off, rubbing my hair roughly and threw on some underwear. I needed to get baking. It was my friend’s birthday, I’d promised her mum I’d do the cake, something fancy and in a few hours I’d need to be getting myself ready, not worrying about my buns rising.

I danced around the kitchen collecting ingredients, bowls and scales, flour and sugar, eggs and all. I put the ingredients together, placed my apron on and started to bake, mixing and folding. I spilt flour over the island in the kitchen, splashed milk on the floor – mum had always told me I was a messy cook.

Sweat ran down my forehead, the kitchen was so hot, I needed something cool. I heard someone walk in the kitchen, I didn’t think much of it, facing away from the door, I glanced over my shoulder and gasped deeply. A cold shock hit the inside of my thigh. I glanced down, arched my arse up in shock; felt his body press hard against mine behind me.

“Need something refreshing?” I leant my head back against his shoulder, as he moved the cold bottle up my stomach, water running off it and down towards my knickers, between my tits as he placed it to my lips. I gulped thirstily, the cold coke sliding down, my lips cold from the glass.

He turned me round, taking the bottle away from me, and ran his fingers over my lips. “Better?” He asked, “Much” I grinned running my cold tongue over them pushing my hair off my face. I leaned back on the counter, staring at him. He glanced at the bowl, “Need a hand?” He stepped in closer. I turned back around ready to bake again when I felt his hand clasp around my waist, his cock press into my arse.

He ran his hands up my stomach, to my breasts, grabbed them hard through my bra and massaged them, rolling my nipples between his fingers through the fabric, I leant my head back, clasping my hands on the edge of the work top, pushing my arse into him. His fingers ran down my back, over my arse, tickling me, dancing against me, down my leg and under, working their way up my thigh.

I panted, breathing heavily, moaning slightly under my breath, desperate for his touch. He glanced his finger across my cunt, I felt the rush of cum, my cunt swelling, throbbing for him. He let go of me, pushed my head forwards, I spread my legs and bent over the island, flour covered my chest. He pulled my knickers off slowly, untied my apron, and lifted it over my head. His hands gripped my arse, his lips kissed my lower back, my butt cheeks, my thighs….

I arched more, pushing my cunt out towards him, feeling his breath on me, knowing he was so close. I felt his tongue lick my lips, glance the side of my cunt. I wriggled, trying to get him to lick my centre, he kissed my cunt, he sucked my lips, before finally glancing his tongue over my clit.

I groaned out loud, spreading my legs further, his arms wrapped around my thighs, his nose pressed against my arse as his tongue found my centre, licked up my sweet wetness, he groaned as he tasted me, shoving his tongue deeper inside my cunt, flicking it over my hole, I was panting, getting wetter and wetter, desperate for him to have me.

His fingers found my clit, glancing it with his thumb his tongue still licking my hole, fucking it gently. My clit swelled, engorged, sensitive to his touch, he grasped it between his two fingers rolling it, I jumped, I wriggled, the feeling so intense, I couldn’t stand still, then his tongue found my arse.

He rimmed me slowly, licking around my anus, feeling the folds of my skin, flicking his tongue over the centre, pressing lightly against it. His fingers slipped inside me easily, my cunt gripped them hard, pulsing around them. He found my g spot and began pressing hard but slow, glancing it with each slow thrust, my cum running down his hand. My arse relaxed, his tongue inserted inside, licking my pretty pink anus.

He leant back and spat on my arse crack, I felt the spit run down over my arse. I was getting close, his fingers working my cunt hard. “Do you want my cock?” he asked. I turned my head, glancing over my shoulder, my face pressed against the cold granite. I nodded meekly, flushed and unable to concentrate, my cunt throbbing harder and harder.

He undid his belt, his trousers, I felt his cock rub against my arse, up and down my centre, from my clit to my arse and above, feeling my wetness, I arched further, pushed against him. Where do you want it he asked, running it down to my cunt, “here?” He pressed slightly so it just slipped the tip inside me, and then pulling it out, moving it up to my anus and pressing lightly.

I spread my legs further, dropping my arse down lower, sticking I up higher to get a better angle, I grinned, “There”, I said as he pressed it harder against my anus. He spat on me again, spat on his hand and rubbed his cock, and then, he entered me. My arse stretched wide, throbbing as his cock filled me, wrapping my tight arse around him. I relaxed, groaning as it stung ever so slightly, the pain welcoming.

He nestled himself deep in my arse, his hands ran down my back, over my bra to my arse and rested on my hips. He grabbed my hands, holding them on the small of my back, I grinned. How do you want it he said, slowly pulling out of my arse, “soft?” he pulled out so just the tip was in, “or hard?” he thrust back into me quickly, thumping his hips against my arse, his cock ramming into me, ”soft?” he pulled out, “or hard?” ramming me again.  “You know” I said.

His hand pressed against the side of my face into the granite, “I want to hear you say it” I smiled again, “Ram my arse” I said loudly, “Fuck it hard” With that he began to pound me, pulling my hands harder behind my back, one grabbing my hair, he fucked me deep, stretching my arse with each thrust, He let go of my hands, I gripped the work top on the other side of the island, bounced against his cock, groaned louder and louder as he pounded me unrelentingly.

His fingers wrapped round my front and down to my clit, he bent over me, fucking me deeper, harder, faster, as he ran his fingers over my clit, rubbing it hard against my pubic bone, I screamed out as his other pulled my head back harder, “Fuck I’m going to cum” I screamed, panting, screaming his name, desperate to cum around him, “Wait” he demanded.

I panted, I screamed, I begged him, “I can’t hold it” he fucked harder, deeper, both hands on my hips, pulling me onto him with each thrust, the worktop digging into my stomach, my arse bouncing with each thwack, “I’m close” he said, “Fuck” I gave in, I felt my muscles throb, feeling my cum run down the inside of my thighs, my cunt and arse throbbing together, screaming louder and louder, shouting at him, “cum in my arse” he groaned with one last thrust and I felt him throb inside me, he gently thrust, as he came in me, my arse taking all his spunk. He exhaled, pulling out of my slowly, I felt his cum running out of my arse, as I stayed bent over. I stood up straight, arched my back, stretched – turning around to look at him.

Think you might have to make another mix, he laughed, I turned, to see the bowl on the floor. “Fuck” I swore, “Fuck we did indeed” he replied. I smiled. It was definitely worth it.

Quote.

My Sexual Preference? That’s easy. Often.

Tent.

It’d been a gorgeous day, glorious in fact. We’d decided to go camping, a few friends and I one weekend. The weather had been great and so off we went, tents, beer and bundles in tow, and made for the nearest spot; a lake on the outskirts of town .

We’d been up drinking most of the day, pratting about talking, swimming and sunbathing, enjoying the good weather. The camp fire was lit in the evening and a BBQ set out, marshmallows on sticks and all for us to enjoy. It was somewhat Idyllic, our tents in a little circle by the lakeside; the water lapping against the shoreline behind us, our faces lit gently by firelight, shadows dancing on the sand.

A walk was decided on and we headed into the dense woodland for a stroll, following stream and mud paths, darting between the trees and boggy marshland, following whatever trail we were on. Suddenly, as is the English weather, the skies had opened and it had began to pour. Not rain, but pour, the rain hurt as it hit our skin and soaked us to the bone.

We ran laughing back along the trail, mud splashing the backs of our legs, our hair dripping water down our faces. At the tent we stripped boots and muddy soaked clothes, diving into the small two man, ‘beach wind protector’ we’d brought as our shelter. Everyone had disappeared inside in the commotion and laughing could be heard all around our little site.

The rain bounced from the roof, water ran down the inside of the thin sheet and we laughed as we curled up close, two wet, naked bodies, panting in our little nest.  I rolled over, my wet breasts pressing against his torso, ‘well that was unexpected’.

His eyes stared at me intently, glanced over my body, looking me all over as I lay on my side, my head on my arm, curled up on the sleeping bag beneath us. I watched as he observed me, ran his hand through my hair, down my cheek, across my lips and kissed me, softly.

I pushed my body into his, wrapping my leg over him, feeling his hardening cock pressing against my stomach. I kissed him eagerly, nibbled his ear, bit his neck; running my hands over his back, his arse, digging my nails into his skin.

He pulled me on top and I rocked gently on him, running my cunt along his hard shaft, feeling his skin roll over his bellend with each thrust. I tried to sit up, my head hitting the top of the tent, water droplets spitting on us both as we laughed, him pulling me back down, his hands on my breasts.

I moved as he held his cock tall and I slid onto him, feeling the whole length of him inside me, pressing against my g spot; filling me entirely. I leant down, kissing his nose, pulling him against me, as I moved slowly up and down his shaft, feeling my wetness run down his balls and my legs.

He moaned and groaned, breathing heavily, whispering fuck as he laid his head back against our bedding, and gripped my arse with his hands, I bounced more enthusiastically, working his whole length, enjoying the feeling of him inside me, rocking my hips back and forth working him hard.

He rolled me onto my back, my legs pressing against the edges of the wet tent, feeling cold against my skin, he pulled my legs over his shoulders and thrust into me deeper, faster, unrelentingly. Gripping my arse, I pulled my legs hard against him, holding him tight to me, gripped his arse with my fingers and rocked on my back to pound his cock into me harder.

We were panting, wet, hot, the tent dripping with rain and condensation. I wanted to scream out, his cock brushing my favourite spot over and over, biting my arm and holding my breath, my eyes stared at hi with longing and horniness, I felt him start to swell more, seeing me enjoying myself, I bit his neck, whispered to him to cum for me, and he pounded me harder and harder,

His cock throbbed, he slid out of me and grabbing his cock in my hand I wanked him hard, a tight grip on his cock, all fingers wrapped around him tightening with each stroke over his bellend and aimed at my tits. He began to shudder, swore and came over me, dripping his juices all over my stomach and tits. He sat back on his haunches panting, I ran my hands over myself, rubbing his cum into me, collecting it on my fingers and licking it off, grinning at him.

The rain had stopped; we heard voices outside swearing at heavens for putting the fire out, people running about trying to find dry firewood, and a few comments about the pile of wet clothes, just outside our tent…