fifteen small words

"You love getting fucked hard, you slut."

"I like being a good girl for you".

My Best Friend

She said "Let's not talk about this, its making me horny"

We went to the bathroom together. We did what girls do. Each turning away politely. I stood with my back to the door and I thought, what would be the harm in it? We are who we are. It wont make things weird.

We kissed and touched and groped. I stroked between her legs and she was so wet. I was wet too. I'd fuck her if she'd let me.

North and South

It's been a while since I'd gone down on you. Months in fact, though I still remember how to please you and how easily pleased you are.

It was nice to catch up. I forgot how much you make me smile and how much we have in common. Humour as dry as a bone. Your soft blue eyes and your dark hair and how small I feel next to you.

We chatted a bit, then I sat across your lap. It was familiar, we kissed, your hands digging in my hair. I relaxed.

We moved to your bedroom, fucked on your bed. You seemed to enjoy it. I did as well. It doesn't take me places but it's a pleasant enough drive. Scenic. You bent my legs into various positions, snapped at the knee like a doll.

I could almost imagine you missed this.

The Photo Guy

We'd flirted all night, we'd gone home to a friends. We were curled up on the sofa together in the dark and I was touching him.

I whispered in his ear "I'm going to slide your cock into my mouth and suck and swallow and choke. I'm going to rack up the spit at let it run down my jaw. Im going to choke on you and then I'm going to fuck you".

I could hear him breathing hard. I ran my tongue along the hot flesh of his neck. Kissed him softly. He said "Come on then. Come upstairs" I hesitated, then I followed him. We locked ourselves into the box of a bathroom. He pressed me against the door. We kissed hard. Lusting and needing. I got on my knees and I said "Pull down your jeans". His cock was so thick and hard. I wrapped my small hand around it, lowered my head and licked tentatively. Kissed, licked again, then sucked and swallowed. It was so filling and I was so wet. I pleased him and then I said again "I want to fuck you" and he said "Go on".

He slid down onto the floor and I kneeled across his lap. He guided himself into me and a sat slowly. Stretched and aching and happy. I rolled my hips and bucked and leaked my glistening white fluid all over his thighs.

He said "I want to fuck you from behind". He pushed me up. I leaned over the bath tub with my hands pressed against the tiled wall. He pushed into me. It ached deeply. He fucked me, smoothing his palms between my waist and hips, then moving them to my hair to pull. He slid his finger between my buttocks. I breathed desperately. I said to him "Please when you want to, come in my mouth, or across my face, or wherever you want". He tightened his grip in my hair and pushed harder.

When he finally let me taste him his flesh was burning hot. He came in my mouth, in an oozing tap of pleasure. I let it run out of my lips and down my chin. It tasted delicious.

We cleaned up and went back downstairs and curled up for a while, kissing and touching in the dark.

He said "I want to fuck you again" and I said "OK".

The Swimmer

He said "Would you like to come in?"

I hesitated. I went in. We talked a lot, about his degree, about movies, about music he liked and I didn't. We clicked. Equally embarrassingly nerdy.

He said "Let's get into bed and try and sleep".

I said I wasn't going to sleep. He kissed me. We kissed, then fooled around. He took off my top, but I couldn't, this time.

I said "I can't tonight, but i'll give you amazing head". He told me he was the 24th best swimmer in all of Britain, well when he was younger. I resent that I have never won a medal.

I lifted his shirt. I ran my fingers along his ribs. Tested the meat. Smooth and racked up. Bumped. Slick down to the hips. Beautiful taught skin, fed with muscle. Even and firm. It makes me shiver. I said "Take off your jeans".

He kept asking me what I want.

To please and oblige? I'd like to be the sort of girl you'd fantasize about.

I said "Is this what you want?".

I licked and sucked and spat. He thrust into my mouth and took pleasure in hearing me gag. Came across himself and my face (after I politely confirmed that he could). Even the sweetest boys are bad deep down.

The Blonde

I got dragged out on a night out that I wasn't really meant to go on but I was having fun anyway.

We ended up in a casino. Though I didn't understand the thrill. Why play a game that you might lose.

I was chatting to a guy, a nice man, a bit old for me, but harmless and lovely. He introduced me to his friend, younger and blonde. Pretty blue eyes like the sky over a corn field. I chatted to him, I asked him to roll me a cigarette, he did, I joked and he smiled.

Me and the blonde went outside, he told me I have beautiful eyes and a sexy voice, he told me he has a girlfriend. That sealed the deal. He said to me "Im going to take you home".

I said "Good".

He stretched me and filled me, he hurt me and scratched me. I bled. He pulled my hair, pinned my wrists, drove himself in to me and clasped my throat.

I sucked his cock choking it down, making my eyes run. He smeared the tears over my face and smacked me gently on the cheek.

"You're nasty" he said, (I don't think I am).

I said "Not nasty, enthusiastic" and he replied "Do you like sucking my cock?" to which I didn't respond.

He talked a lot, he made me talk, I purred into his ear like silk.

I said I have to go. He said "I need to get your number". So I gave it to him, but I don't expect a phone call.

It was a worthwhile one night stand.