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.