Saturday morning sex

I'm sprawled in our bed. The sun is streaming through the window. Last night was heavy and wine fuelled. My mouth and eyes feel dry. The cotton covers feel cooling on my skin. The slight breeze through the open bathroom window whispers around my body. I'm half asleep. Coming awake, thinking about sleeping more. He gets into bed next to me. Spoons in. I wiggle my bottom against him. I start to wake myself up and say hello, he says he's been up a while, we talk a little about sex, he compliments the marks he's left on my body, tells me he's hard. I slide my hand under the duvet and stroke him. Pull my hand away and give him a wicked grin. I tease him rarely. It's not appropriate, but were both in a good mood and there's no harm in it. 

"I'm going to fuck you. Get on your knees". 

There is no preparation. No style. Just a deep smooth entrance into me. God it feels good. He fucks me relentless and deeply, angling his hips to change the sensation for himself. I close my eyes and absorb all the sensation. His flesh and desire. It's so warm in the room. The pressure of his body against mine. 

"It's hot in here". His thrusts continue 

"It's hot in here too"  

"Do you like fucking my tight pussy. Does it feel good?"

"Oh very much so"

"Can I touch?"

"You may".

Mmm the pleasure is instantly released. My body starts to build. He feels so good inside me. That in and out sensation. The exquisite detail in every second of budding ecstasy. More more baby give me more. His hands hold my hips tight and pull me closer and then I come of course, it's loud and pleasing. More later, maybe. 

15 small words - smack

He smacks me hard across the face. My ears ring. I love him so much. 

Pain and relief

He's got me over the box.  He's tied one end of the rope into a bit for me to bite on. The other end of the rope is slid under the box. I hear that familiar jingle jangle of clamps. He orders me.  Head down, arse up. My legs shake. He clips three sets of clamps to the lips of my cunt and then attaches the whole thing to the rope. I can't move very much. I'm pulled tight. Essentially tied to the box by my own flesh. Theres that grim and sore sensation of taught genital flesh. It's very uncomfortable, that's the diplomatic way of putting it.

He starts to hit me. My bottom, my cunt, the back of my thighs, with a variety of carriage whips. It's starts out feeling good and then it starts to hurt like hell. The bundle of rope I'm suppose to have in my mouth makes me wretch. Every time I spit it out he tells me to put it back in. I'm crying, tears and snot, my face is red and itchy. I'm trying to escape, I can't escape, it feels like I'd rip my skin off. 

He stands in front  of me. Pushes his groin towards my lips. I swallow him, crane my neck, try and take him deep. I can't pleasure him how I want to. I can't move to do it. It's frustrating. I pull harder on my clamps. Trying. It's excruciating. 

"Not as good as normal" he says from high above my head. I groan in exasperation. Spit onto the box. Drool runs down my chin. He hits me a few more times. Pulls my lips apart.  Thinks about penetrating me. I try to scramble away. "No no no no". He unclamps the clamps. I scream. Fuck, fuck it hurts. He pulls me up. Pushes me onto the bed and starts to fuck me. His thrusts are aggressive and deep. My brain swarms with sensations. I kneel on all fours and repeatedly feel the penetration. I ask if I can stroke myself and he says I can. I'm sore to the touch. It's pretty uncomfortable, it's pretty good. He holds my hips and bucks against me recklessly. I squirt onto the bed, several times. I want to climax. I'm close. I ask. I ask if he'll stretch my bottom. It always seems a shame to me to leave a part unpenetrated. He slides his fingers into me. More. Ow. Too much. Less. And then I climax. It's huge, deep and vast contractions. Pulling him into me. I can hear him growling and breathless in the satisfaction of the control and the pleasure of the feeling. I'm a heap of sweaty and confused. A hot mess. Sprawled in my own effluent. He lies down next to me. We grin at each other.

Yes

Whatever you are now is no excuse for what you can be

Girl, a boy with curls and I.

She invites him over to us for a threesome. He turns up scrubby haired and smelling like clean linen. 

I sit next to him on the sofa feeling awkward. I always find these things a little awkward. She excuses herself to the bathroom and he pounces on me. Lips ravaging mine. I stretch out and pull him into me. We kiss. She comes back and kisses him too. We go to her bedroom. I get down on my knees infront of him and suck his cock. It's thick and long and smooth and perfect to dine on. He lets me pleasure him a while then pulls me upright. We move onto the bed and I continue to indulge on his delicious flesh. 

She tells me to get on my back and tells him to lick me. He buries his head in my pussy and gives me some pretty exquisite oral. His tongue is smooth and wet and eager and it feels very fucking good. I pronounce the virtue of his talents to the room. 

She tells him it's time to fuck me. I'm still on my back, wide eyed like a bunny in the headlights. Before I've really thought on it he's on top of me and his cock is making a rough entrance into my flesh. I moan deeply it feels good. We fuck and switch positions. She lays infront of me on the bed and I lick her until she squirts down my throat, while he screws me hard from behind. 

We break and I leave the room and come back, and they're lying next to each other chatting. She tells me to suck his cock again. She's talking dirty, telling me to choke on him, take all of him, suck him deep. He's covered in my spit. My eyes are glazed and watering. And I'm tripping out in my head. A little drunk. Seeing colours. Absorbing the sensations. Feeling the heat of his body radiate towards me. The warmth of his cock in my. God I'm so wet.

She excuses herself as being sated and leaves us too it. We start to rut again. Desperate. I'm sore and beyond orgasm. Floating in a realm of continuous deep pleasure.  He has his hands on my arse and my waist and at one point he holds the back of my neck and relentless smacks himself into me. I like it like this, rough and talentless. When I become no one, just a vessel to fill.  I moan and trip out and interject with dark chat. 

"You're fucking me so hard. You're hurting me. Do you like fucking my tight little pussy? Do you like making me moan?"

He is breathless. He grunts at me. His grip tightens. 

"Come in my pussy. Please come. Are you gonna come for me? I want to feel you fill me up. Fuck me harder"

He doesn't hold back. Relentlessly cramming every inch of his cock into my hole. It aches deep. My mind swarms with satisfaction. 

"Baby, please come for me"

 He flicks his hips again and again until he climaxes in an exasperated hard breath. I feel the force of his effluent pulse into its prison of latex and I feel utterly satisfied in his release. Calm in my head. Calm. Warm. Empty. 

Nature boy - desperation

You are so ready. So desperate. You come in and kiss me, run your hands all up and down my arse and hips. I'm in the kitchen. Making coffee, in some blood red lingerie and a dress shirt. The cotton feels good on my skin. I'm eager to tease him. He stands behind me and puts his hands on my stomach. He pulls me against him I can feel him hard behind his jeans, rubbing his erection into my bottom. 

We stroll upstairs, chat and kiss on the sofa. I touch him through his clothes. I invite him to bed, he strokes and kisses my bottom through the thin net of my knickers, as I swagger up the stairs. 

I pull him onto me. We're undressing. He's desperate to fuck and feel something. He urges his cock towards my lips. I give him a few slow minutes with my mouth and then stop. He's clenching, retracting, pulsing. He'd come right now if I let him. 

I tell him to eat me which he does with rabid enthusiasm and then he rubbers up and slides into me. He's visibly shaking. I can see the concentration ripple on his brow, as he tries to hold back such an embarrassingly instantaneous orgasm. 

He fucks me slowly and calculated, I'm on my back and then we change positions. He pushes into me. we both moan. He fucks me in bursts and then stops and shakes and moans desperately. I make it harder. I'm chatting dirty. Telling him how good his hard cock feels fucking my tight pussy. Telling him how much I want to come for him. He's making desperate guttural sounds, his hands are tight on my waist. 

"Do you want to come? Please come for me"

I can feel the relief leaving him. He fucks me aggressively, rapid hard thrusts that shake my body. I stroke and touch myself and feel my own orgasm swell up. He releases deep in my wet contracting hole and then I come shortly after he's winding down. It feels good and satisfying. 

15 small words - holiday

Anal sex. I'm on my side. He growls, bucks, then rolls me onto my knees. 

Holiday - oral

He's got his head between my legs and I'm in ecstasy. Having him here is a rarity that feels exquisite. His licks are slow and smooth. Evenly paced. He kisses my outer lips. Slips his tongue into the folds of me and dines on my flesh. It makes me pulse, it makes me drip, it makes my palms itch just thinking on it here. 

I'm curling my back, my legs are open wide, I'm urging his tongue around me. He says I can touch his head. I grip it gently and move myself against his mouth. It makes me pulse. The muscles cramp. 

I start to build and he stops, lets play a fun game. Lets play pushing things into my holes, expanding expandables, increasing the dimensions of plugs. Lets play this game until he makes me feel like I'm going to burst. I'm whimpering and in pain. His eyes gleam with satisfaction as he pushes buttons, adds air, causes me discomfort. 

He finally lets me come. "You've got four minutes" he says, "Or you can't come for the next 36 hours". It's the push I need. He knows my pathetic desire for pleasure far too well. I'm desperate and the orgasm shatters it's way out. It ricochets around my body like a pin ball, deep in my cunt, the tips of my toes, ping, ping, ping, pain, pleasure. He is breathing heavily next to me with his eyes closed, absorbing the energy, the echo of my wail falls into silence. My chest rises and falls. I can hear him breathing and feel blood in my ears. it makes noise. The wind howls against the windows outside. The night sky is dark, the air is cool and sweet. Sweat pools in my palms, effluent drips from me.

Sir - Pre holiday build up

He's pushing into me and raining smacks down on my bottom. I wiggle and whimper and he keeps fucking me. He lets me come. We break. We pick it up again I suck him and he strokes my pussy and I beg to get it and he gives it to me and I come again and it's deep and it fizzles through my body like an effervescent tablet. Like a drug, my tonic. I suck him until he comes, his climax is tight and knotted up and powerful and I'm covered in itchy spit and I'm away from my head. 

The footballer

The footballer is sinewy, young and good looking. He kisses me roughly. We take each others clothes off. 

I drop to my knees and take him in my mouth. We clamber onto the bed together. He licks me then we sixty nine. 

He is hard and eager, enthusiastic, but he's got stamina. He bends my body into a maze of positions. His thrusts are fit and relentless. 

He says "You're going to remember this" I just smirk at him, what a line,  we keep screwing. When I've had enough I ask him if he wants me to take him again in my mouth. I say "You're going to remember this too" and curl my lip. I suck him good, he tells me he's going to come and I let all his fluid drool out of my mouth.