The biologist

I invited you over for a quick and illicit screw. It took you too long to come. You writhed on my bed, masturbating in sweaty desperation. I find it almost disgusting. You pushed your head into my cunt and ate it as you finally came - waving your flesh in your hand. I asked you to leave and changed the sheets.

The steel worker

You made me laugh, kissed me and caressed. Spread out my cunt with your large thick cock.

You thanked me, then you went home and you never saw me again.

Sailor - Paper planes

It's the middle of the day here and in Italy. 

A tendril of flirtatious conversation, shot across a 900 mile trail, of electronic paper planes. 

A lump instantly hits me in the throat and my chest feels tight and my cunt feels heavy. What a reaction. 

It's 30 degrees in my office and my hands leave damp marks on the white desk. 

I'm lying to other men on the internet about the clothes I'm wearing. I would give away my shoes or my soul if it meant that I could see you today. 

Bobby Elvis

High and drunk and crying into your chest
About problems with my old man
And my terms with death

Even though you're not dead yet.
All I can remember is seeing the outline of your round old stomach in the dark
And hear the struggle in your breath

I was was high
This is not acceptable.

Put your fingers in my cunt and make me forget
The fact that you can't get it hard
And I can't care less

Now you think were lovers
Star crossed and confessed
In fate and serendipity
Because this is the way that old men like you, always think of girls like me
Now you think we're meant to be.

I was drunk
This is not acceptable.

and I was high
This is not acceptable

and I was upset

And where it starts it ends and thats for the best.

Sailor - In under 30

I vibrate like glass. You fuck me exactly how you want to. You tell me not to fuck you back.

"Don't you dare move".

Sailor - summer and sweat

We talk to each other as we fuck, because I always want to talk to you  and I tell you what you're going to do;

"You're going to eat me, fuck my pussy, make me come. Then stop. Touch me. Make me come again".

The heat in the room is like a sweltering, fat, mess of hot air and precipitation, and your face looks so fucking beautiful. So handsome. You tell me you love watching my body. Touching my body. You push your cock in my mouth and eat me good. 

It feels amazing when you fuck me. It makes me wanna cry, like a fanatic at a fucking church. I tell you you're great fit. My cock. Orgasmic in fact. Fuck this and that. Fuck me. You never need to be told more than once. 

I come on my back. You turn me over and push into me really fast and hard. No great care. You rag my hair, grip my hips, cover my mouth with your hand and stop my air. Which is of course exactly what I wanted, regardless as to if I said, or not. 

"I love fucking you. I love it when you spit on me and this is fucking great. This is great".

The sweat on your neck steams against me. You push your fingers inside me and make me come again. The heat of the room and my drip drip skin.  I tell you I want to feel you ejaculate against the hot, spread and swollen lips of my cunt. 

"Come on me".  

Mm the noise you make. Hearing you jerk your cock and moan until  you cover me in your sticky wet delicious mess. 

"Look at what you've done. Look at my cunt". Your response is hard breaths and nonsense and you flop next to me on the damp bed. 

"Baby, did you enjoy that?" 

You close your eyes. 

"I loved it".

Sailor - Home again

Seven weeks

The way we meet

And the passion in that action

With your hands around my wrists 

And my legs bent up like traction 

While the bandage of your lips 

Runs my dips 

And curves, reaction 

Seven weeks 

You feed my needs

In sweet release 

And satisfaction. 

Phone Sex NYC

Desperate to come
Your voice at the receiver
The quicken in your pulse
With your breath like a feather

Fluttering
Muttering
Dirty ideas
Into my sweet and delicate ears

The sound of the traffic in the echo of your call
Sirens, and horns
A symphony or porn-

Ographic background sound
I can really hear you pound
Your flesh - with the grip of your hand
And I make my fingers dance

Between my holy legs

With 3000 miles between our beds
It's 5am with me.
I make you beg for sweet release
And then we make it happen.

Sailor - Some sex

I need to feel you fill my body.
In some daze you make me suffer, make me wait,
make me want it more.
You make me wait for days
What a torment.

Desperate.
Rub me, touch me, silk soft skin and swollen lips.
Wet fingers.
Make me want it more.
Kiss me, everywhere, just kiss me and hurt me.

I teach you to wrap your hand around my neck,
To stop the blood and cut the breath.
And then I come all over the bed.
And you cover all of my aching, pulsing cunt in sticky white mess.

Sailor - Saturday Night

"If you don't give me what I want, I'll just take it from you. Get down from the counter top and bend over the step. Pull down your jeans".

He pushes himself inside me and fucks me.

"Thats enough".

No it's not. He fucks me until he fills me cunt and I come against him as he softens up.

We drink. I cook dinner. I tease him to get a reaction. He wraps his hand so tightly around my throat that I can't take a breath.

"Touch me"

I dont.

"Touch me"

He takes his hand from my throat and hooks his fingers under my jaw bone and then I touch him.

Sailor - The trip away

You riddle my heart in a passion. So physical. So good. The pleasure you put upon me. How you make me feel. 

Always hard, always eager. You fill up my body, you fill up my mind. I'm curled around your finger like apple peel.

Sometimes I can barely control myself. 

I adore you. 

Sometimes I can barely control myself. 

The way that you play with me. Screw with my head. How you pet me in this hotel bed. 

How you enter and invade me and the pain you cause me. You make me moan. You make cry. The hotel bed. My bed. The cab. The train. I can't stop touching you and I can't remember how many times 

I've come in the past few days. Positions, situations. I am constantly wet. I can't remember how many times. You fill me up, you coat my face and chest . 

I look into your eyes and I smile at you and I tell you how much I love fucking you and sucking you, because it's true. How much I love your cock. Baby, because I do.

Sailor - Home again

You're so tired. I make you so hard. I kiss and torment you. You pin me to the wall. I take you to bed. We fuck and we sleep. We fuck and we wake up. We fuck all the time. It makes my head hurt. It makes me emotional. Ive missed you.

15 small words - The Mistake

1... 2... 3... and done. This should have never happened. But now I have control.

Sailor - who is in control?

Take which ever hole you like, fill me up, fuck me up. I begged you to sodomise me but now the pain rips through me in a sufferance. You repeatedly drive yourself in, all your weight and intent. I come again and again. Who is in control? Your fingers fill my cunt. 

"I think I am". 

Take me again. I've stopped thinking at all. 

You talk to me in a beautiful growl. You talk to me about stretching my holes, about making me gape, what a slut I am, what a body, what a dirty filthy whore, what a thing to desire, what a thing to want, what a way to send us off to work. 

I scoop out your fluids from inside my cunt and I eat them, and I don't want to wash your smell away. I don't want to take it off my skin. I don't want you to go. But you have to. 

Sailor - Sunday am in 15

You fuck me hard enough, that I know its gonna make me hurt, for days. 

Sailor - Monday a quick trip

The heat of the water in the shower hitting my face. You kissing my neck. Our bodies pushed hard together. You have your fingers in my cunt. Rubbing me and playing with me and I moan and the sound of the water and the heat and the steam. I can barely breath. 

I'm out of my head. We get out. 

You tell me to get dressed for dinner. I stand in my pants and my bra. You leave and come back. 

"Please baby do I have to get dressed? Can't you just fuck me instead? Just for a few minutes? Bent over the bed?" 

"I suppose I can for a few minutes". 

I pull down your pants. I bend over. You say something about the view and you push your cock inside me and you start to fuck me hard. 

I can't resist. I have forgotten who you are and who I am and I just need to come. I ask to kneel instead. You kick down your slacks and push back into me, hold my hips real tight and rut and its fucking exceptional and nowhere near graceful and completely divine. You threaten that I'm  out of time and I practically cry. 

"Please, don't stop".  

You're fucking me so hard and I feel so lucky and I twist my neck so you can watch my face contort in desperation. I come so hard and I make so much noise and I don't care who knows and I don't care who cares and I cover you and the bed in hot fluid. I curl up for a second and wipe my tears and sweat into the sheets. I take a hard breath and steady my head. You put your dick back in your pants and take me out for dinner. 

Sailor - Monday resolution

You stretch my cunt out nice and wide, fuck me hard with your hand and make me come all over the sheets. 

"You're such a good boy What do you say?"

"Thank you". 

We curl into each other and the calm. The safety and silence and then I suck your cock until it damn near kills you. 

Sailor - Monday revenge

I tie your wrists above your head and you're panicked enough that you're not even hard anymore. You're started to sweat. I sit across your lap and drink my coffee. I watch your heart beat in your chest.  

"There's no point in me causing you pain. Because it doesn't touch you. I made it seem like I couldn't tie that rope very well didn't I? I lied. Do you think the way that you treated me was OK? Do you think that hurting me was OK? How long have you been afraid for? How long have you been tied for? Twenty minutes? You made me suffer for hours and hours. You tortured and abused me all the way to 12pm. Do you think that that's OK? I don't care whether your enjoying this or not. I can still just about pleasure myself by rubbing against your my pathetic flaccid cock". 

I unshackle you from the bed and yank you up. I watch the tension in your stomach muscles, I know the stress in the bottom of your spine. I smack your face, not even that hard. Smack you and flick you and fuck around with you and you try and cover your face with your hands. 

"Are you OK? I don't care really, but are you OK?" 

I smile at you and and untie you wrists and rub the blood back into your fingers. You don't have to hurt someone to make them feel afraid. 

Sailor - Monday missing

Kissing you, fuck how I missed that mouth. You stroke my face and hair.

We kneel on the bed. I slowly unbutton your blue cotton shirt and I nuzzle into your neck, licking it and smelling your skin and fuck how I missed your smell. You take off my top and we melt down onto the sheets like wax, embraced in the pleasure of each other. Bonded like glue. 

You take my breasts in your hands and your mouth and I slide my fingers down my stomach, and unbutton my jeans and pull them down, and I crack your belt and you do the same. I missed that sound. The crack of your belt. The rib of your body. You lick my cunt. I draw you up. You rub the tip of your cock against me and I spread my cunt for you with my finger tips. You watch what your doing, mouth open, transfixed bambi lashes. Your blue eyes. I watch your face and I wait and you talk me through the visual. I ask you if you've missed my pussy. I ask you if your happy. "Yeah" a breathless yeah. 

The moment you push inside me.

Fuck. Fuck how I missed that, baby. 

The concentration on your brow and the abandon and I pull you against me and I kiss you and it styleless and beautiful, and I am so wet and you are so hard and the whole world disappears under the pillows and melts away. 

We kiss and hold each other. I draw in great breaths of you and we fuck and I touch and it's stop start, start stop, too hot, trying to make it last, hair trigger kinda fucking, stick, stuck, bonded like glue. Hair trigger fucking, shot gun. You trying to stop yourself, from shooting your come - into my body.  You tell me to get on my knees and I think we've stopped making love now, or as close as we'll ever get. I think we've stopped caring

You're so deep. I'm so hot. Hot and wet for you and we're going to come together, melt together and make a potion, and it reeks of sex in the room. It reeks of desire and lust for each other. It's hot. Mine and yours. You and me, it's hot. Fuck how I missed fucking you, making love with you, taking your body, bonded like glue and the world disappears under the pillows and everything is instantly over. 

Sailor - muscle and bones

"Please stop. Stop. Please. You're hurting me".

 

You dip your fingers into my cunt. I am dripping wet and fearful. You bang my head against the wall, you drag me to the floor. You fuck me throat so hard that I vomit up thick dank spit - from somewhere inside my body. You come all over my face and smear it into my hair. You make my pull out my breasts, then put them away. Again and again in repetition, you pinch and torture my nipples. 

At some point you let me sleep. The worst part of it all. You let me sleep. 

You woke me up and carried on. 

You force me to touch you when I don't want to. You forced me. You took away my will and trust in you - screwing my paper thin faith into a ball. A moment stretches out like gum. I want it to be over. You smack my face. Flick me, tweak me, make me cry. 

"Thank you Grant. You are my safety. You keep me safe". 

You make me say it again and again until it loses all its truth. Until I hate the sound of my own voice.

You pinch the muscles away from my bones. You hurt me incredibly. Discomfort and pain that I've never experienced before you. You tell me that I disgust you and you won't let me touch you. In vacant anguish I accept that you are everything. 

Sailor - distance

I make you send me movies of you wanking. I watch them flicker on my tiny screen. I listen to the sounds that you make, all moaned in satisfaction. It gets me going. It gets me hot. It mitigates the separation. Just a little, not a lot. 

We talk to each other in the dark, at night. The kind of conversations that a woman and a man have, when all they want to do is fuck each other. And then we touch ourselves, separate but together. 

I come so hard that it makes my teeth hurt and my palms burn and my legs numb, and I close my eyes and try to imagine the heat of your body next to me. 

Sometimes I can convince myself' you're almost there. 

George

Neither one of us was happy
But neither one of us wanted to leave
So we just kept hurting each other
And calling it love

Sex in under 35 - Sailor

When I think about you, I'm always thinking about sex. I carry my arousal around, like a bottle in a paper bag. Everyone knows that its there, but they're too polite to comment.

Sailor's shanty

Why don't you get in bed?
I kiss your mouth
and scratch your head.

I make you
a) sit
b) stand
c) talk
at my command.

I make you eat my cunt.
My arse.
My soul.
And drink at every other hole.

I bite you,
rip at you
spit at you and put you down,

on the bed.
I ride your cock.
I give you head.

I curse you.
Coo at you.
Tell you how good you can be,
If you would listen now, to me.

I make you
a) hard
b) lost
c) mine
at any cost,

That comes to you

so pretty.
Such a gorgeous face,
embrace in lust and awfulness.
A credit to the human race

for girls who like docile men and hard cock.

Sailor - sweet, no self control

Your tongue between the cheeks of my bottom. 

"I bet all you thought about was rimming me whilst I was exposed in front of that mirror, earlier. Is that right?"

"Yes" 

"You're disgusting. You're going to fuck me. Slowly and deeply and you're going to make me come. That's what you're going to do. Do you understand?" 

"Yes" 

Sweet, no self control. 

Sailor - finding your voice

"You're a mess. You're a fucking mess. You're so wet. With you fat whore cunt lips. Slut. Wet pussy. Slut. Whore. You better come for me soon".

Arms pinned, bruising, fingered, fucked by your hand. Leaking like a tap. Throat dry and choked out. Eyes

Bulging and hurting as I touch myself, you stall my breath and I come all over the sheets.

Sailor - Skirts up

I get down on my knees in front of you. In my tight denim skirt. A look in hips and curves. There's a mirror in that room, balanced on the floor. You sit on the edge of the bed. I take off my top, expose myself in front of you, lip and nuzzle your cheeks and neck. I don't quite let you kiss me... much.

You told me the other day that you saw a woman expose herself in a shop, and you told me how much you liked it. 

I tell you that only dirty little boys, like to look up girls skirts. 

I ask you if you want to look up mine. 

I bay and tease you in exposure. I rub up the denim, reveal the cheeks of my arse. I watch your stomach flex and the loose cotton of your blue shirt, the way it sits on the bones of your collar and flutters when you breath. 

Is this how it looked? 

Sticky clear liquid drips from the tip of you cock and I can see the tension in your hands. Flat on the bed where I left them. I hitch up my skirt to my waist and spread my knees wide, the lips of my cunt and my arse are visible in reflection. 

And is this how it looked? Or does this look better? 

Running the tip of my tongue against you, pulling the skin back, ribbing my hand up and down. I can feel you vibrating and your mouth is open and your eyes are on me but distant. And your body is starting to twitch. 

And is this how it looked? Or does this look better? And just let me spread my legs. 

I can feel the liquid in you pump through the tube of your body and you're struggling to hold it together now. Struggling to hold back. I've covered you in spit and saucy conversation and I'm working you nice. I watch your muscles twist as you stifle sweet sounds. 

And is this how it looked? Or does this look better? And is this what you thought you might want? Is this how it should feel for you? Does this feel good for right now? Only dirty boys like to see these things. Only dirty boys look up girls skirts. This is better than anything found there. This is better than what you could want. This is better. I am better.  And that's when you come down my throat. 

Sailor - Wet

You stroke me endlessly and make me so wet that I soak the bed. God I want you so badly and you tease me and I hate you. I want to feel your body inside mine. I want you to fill me with white smoke. We come together so visceral and turned up to the max and climax is eminent and easy and you are absorbed in me as our fluid blends together in a toxic mess. I suck your cock so good that you eyes roll to the back of your head and all I need from you right now is the allowance to have you how I want and to use your body to get off. You make me come and again. You release into me. You pet my body and you touch me beautifully. We hold each other in a spent embrace and I breath in the energy that pulses from your body. I breath you in. 

Sailor - some stupid serious

In a blur of alcohol you touch me. You pin my arms, target points of discomfort, restrict me and make me ooze. I wish I could remember it more clearly. It's a glass half empty memory. You sodomised me because I begged you to. You hurt me because you can. I spend an age roughing up your cock and scratching your taught stomach before you take me over. You fill my body with sticky wet mess. You fill my  head with lust and uncertainty. You split my skin and mark my limbs. Drunk and involving, some stupid serious. 

Hello sailor

You kiss me on the counter top, so free and so nice, sipping hot drinks, smoking cigarettes. You take your arms around my waist, I curve my spine, and kiss again. I can feel myself wetted in my tight blue jeans. 

I unbutton them later, and you hand reaches down my pants, black lace and hot flesh, like some 90s porno all wet pussy and a full face of make up.

I was ready for work but I'm not now. 

I ask you to fuck me, I suck you nice, mouth on you, come on baby just screw me. 

On my knees, that low curved spine. Telling me what a nice view I am, fingering and tapping my ass. Pulling out, head down, rimming me and licking me and then pushing back inside again.

I'm still half dressed and I just tell you right there and then, that you're going to make me come. You pop like a soda, froth in me and we finish together. 

We kiss and tease each other, baby, you've got a fresh new haircut and you make me butter soft. 

Sailor's first fuck

Nervous fibres ignite like a flame and the anticipation is hot and dry. I watch your mouth as you speak and I silently will you to do something with my body. Touch me. Kiss me. Don't be so shy, don't be so tenuous. 

We sip coffee in my living room. My head is full of you right now. We kiss and touch - it's hard to make it begin, as such, I make it awkward. It's been a while - I'm half invested in it already. 

Let me suck your dick? I watch you take your clothes off. Hard and eager.   Let me take you in my mouth. 

You make me melt. I leak fluid. I'm a pool of milk. You pin my arms above me head and talk to me in your dulcet tones. With that buttery drawl, full of  lust and cruel intentions. 

You tell me I'm gorgeous and exquisite, though I'm not sure if I believe that. Just yet. You tell me that my cunt tastes delicious. We fuck. I come. You touch me. I come. I gush fluid. I tell you to put your head between my legs and clean me up which you do with abandon. We fuck. I come again. 

Rubbing your dick against me. I look hard at you, whilst you penetrate my body. Digging for something. Trying to read your eyes. Holes to the back of your fucking skull. The sensation of ribbed tight flesh being forced open. I dig my nails into your back and pull you deeper. Intensity pulses like a toxic radiation. I am need and I am desperate. This is better than expected. 

Sailor - 15 small words

"I've been checking out your vagina, it's fucking holy".

Well credit where credit is due?

Sailor - Phone Sex

I can hear the catch of breath on the end of the receiver. I can hear the need and desperation in your sound. I twist you up like a lock of hair. Like a cog in a machine.

I want to hear you come. I want to hear it in my ear. I want to sense it and feel it and drill it into my spine. I want it to make me wet and make me want you.

I give you some apocalyptic chat, some sing song. Talking about pleasure, mine and me. My cunt and your service to it. Im going to make you desire my body and my happiness more than anything you have ever known, just for a second. In a moment.

We go up and down, I can hear that ragged frail increasing breath, I can almost see your body rise and fall. It is frantic. I bay you to come. I encourage you to lose your head. I make you run and then all self control begins to dissipate and you crack like an egg.

Sound pull back. The breath you exhale. The heat of it. The dryness of your mouth. I can almost feel it against my cheek. The outpour. God the pleasure in hearing you suck air.

You weave me a story. You know what I like, I am breathing and responsive. You teeter on new ground.

You talk about humiliation, embarrassment, anal sex, denial and patience. You talk about hurting me. Thats when I begin to float away. Your voice, you have such a beautiful voice. It purrs in my ear and I am absolutely sopping. Dripping, fucking, wet.

Im cutting breath hard, I must sound great and awful. Hoarse and desperate, as I am. You call me terrible things. You tell me in exacting detail just how you will make me feel discomfort... and I believe you.

I believe in everything you say and I shatter into glass.

I piss in the bathroom and then drink water straight from the tap. Its late or early, again.

We talked in a cool down, easy, almost intimate. Weird. How we talk.

No glove, no love and I'll think on someone else

I do not care who you are, you do not matter to me, you are one man and then two.
Dicks on fleshy sticks. I just want a fuck.

I'm thinking on somebody else. His dusty and buttery drawl. My anticipation and hope.

I politely say thank you following my bought climax. I open my mouth and refuse to work. I spit effluvium into a trash can and refuse a third.