What Is Your Fantasy?
We all have at least one fantasy we replay in our mind. What is yours? Do you have more than one? What stirs your soul and arouses your senses to the point your flesh is prickling with desire, your heart is pounding, dampness waves across your skin and your pussy or cock pulses on its accord? What is that fantasy that plays out in your head that has your fingers trailing across your smooth flesh imagining they were those of another reaching for your pleasure zones to stroke and leave you fully pleasured?
You have read my fantasies and experiences many times over. It is time to return the favor. I want to know your fantasy. I want to include you and your fantasy in my writing. Whether your fantasy is lengthy or short, detailed or bits and pieces, I would like to hear from you.
Use this form today or easily go to the “Email Your Fantasy” page in the right hand column anytime and send me what fills your heart with desire.
Slipping Away III
You lean back letting out a sigh of pleasure. Your legs tremble beneath you. My hands rest upon your hips, steadying you. Your fingers slide from my hair to my bare shoulders, tickling upon the heightened senses of my flesh until the strength of your hands comes to rest upon my wrists. Your eyes smolder as you look deeply into mine as your fingers completely encircle the bones of my wrists as if they were nothing. You remove my hands from your hips and gently bring me to rest on the sheet below and once again I find you hovering above me and my pussy tickles and tightens again in wanton desire.
My hands rest above my head, clasped together in a stronghold grip of one of your hands. I feel your fingertips lightly caress the features of my face, outlining my eyes, stroking my cheekbones, brushing over the tip of my nose, and barely grazing over my lips until they open for you. I draw the tip of your finger in, tasting lightly, gently suckling and finishing with a soft kiss at the tip. Your moistened finger trails to my chin, down my neck and to my collarbone. I feel your heated breath warm over me and once again a flush radiates through my body and my pussy floods with fiery passion. My hips rise to you. I try to brush against you to alleviate the well of desire pulsing through my veins. All I accomplish is more arousal and a fleeting hint of your cock rousing at my pussy’s desperate plea.
You bend and kiss me deep, tenderly, stroking my tongue with yours, tasting me fully and end with a small suckling on my lower lip. Then I feel the tip of your tongue trail down the center of my neck to the dipped curve and then continue to my breasts. I savor the tickling of your wetness at my breast between our heated bodies. You circle and circle without touching my most sensitive of spots. My nipples beg to be plucked, pinched, sucked and licked. They have become tight, juicy red pearls waiting for you. And then you tease with a stiffened tongue, grazing over the top, back and forth. My pussy tightens and I again lift to you and feel your bulge hot and hard on my flesh.
Your fingertips brush ever so lightly over my pussy lips. It is almost as if only the air has moved, but I know you are there. I still, waiting, wanting, anticipating your touch again. Where will you touch first? My nipple or my pussy? My heart beats wildly. The roar is great in my head. My breathing has turned shallow as I lie in wait. Oh, and you touch again. I pulse and throb. To feel your suckling and licking at my breast, rolling my nipple over your tongue while fingering my clit and pussy lips so gently at the same time is more than I can possibly comprehend. I begin to come undone and a moan escapes my lips through a ragged breath. I wriggle beneath your clutched hand. You do not release me.
You rise from my breast. My eyes are heavy with lust from being so close to the threshold. You hold my gaze. With one solid plunge you are deep inside me and my pussy swallows your pulsing erection with satisfied pleasure. Our hips remain still for but a moment. I feel you twitch inside me, ready to thrust. And then you do. Long, hard, sensual thrusts. I feel every ridge of your emboldened cock as you glide in and out of my throbbing pussy. I cannot wait for you. My orgasm will not be denied. I come hard as you thrust, tumbling over and over. And then your orgasm collides with mine and ripples throughout me with renewed vigor. I am relaxed, thoroughly sated, completely pleased.
In the dark recesses of my imagination you slip away quietly as if you were a ghost and never really there at all.
Slipping II
You look up towards me, your lips glistening with my wetness. Embers of fiery passion glimmer deep within your eyes. You desire so much more. I urge you upwards with my fingers on your shoulder. I bask in the comfort of your body hovering over me with its heat and power. You steady yourself with your elbows on each side of my shoulders “trapping” me within the confines of your flexed arms. I can feel the crisp cotton of your shirt gently scuff against my peaked nipples. The scent of my orgasm is fresh upon your lips. I want to taste your tongue on mine. I lift my hands to your face, cradling your chin in my palms. Our lips meet softly, brushing tenderly with our breath mingling together as one. I dip the tip of my tongue between your lips tasting your sweetness and my pleasure. With a soft deep kiss I gently coax your tongue within my power. A tender swirl and light suck is a mere inkling of what is yet to come.
My hands slip down your neck to your chest while I continue bathing your tongue with tantalizing swirls and light sucking kisses. Spanning my hands over your pecs I give a quick massaging squeeze and then slide my fingertips down to your waistband. A few tugs and your shirt is undone. My fingernails lightly scrape against your flesh as I pull your shirt back up your chest. You rise, straddling my hips and finish pulling the shirt over your head. It settles somewhere without care.
I take my opportunity while your arms and hands are busy grappling with the shirt to take advantage. My fingernails scratch lightly down both sides of your chest in waves until reaching their destination. As you tower above me I watch the twitch of your jaw and your muscles flex as your hands fist in aroused anticipation. Your jeans bulge and the heat from your arousal radiates. My fingers spread across your abs and I dip my thumbs below your waistband, fanning out toward your sides. I lean in to taste the saltiness of your damp skin and graze my nails gently across your back. Your hands tangle in my hair and I look up into your eyes. I want to give you what we both want.
I pull away just enough to work the button of your jeans through its opening and slide the zipper carefully over your heated bulge. My hands slide through the opening and over your hips freeing you. A lift of your knees and you are completely free of any binds. Your burning desire is at my breasts and it pleases me. I hold my breasts together, caressing you between them and draw you up toward my lips. Just a small lick, a taste of your first salty drips. My fingers cannot resist the feel of your silky flesh within their grasp. I take your heavily aroused member within my palms and feel you throb and shudder at my touch. My fingers lace around you and my thumbs massage up and around as my lips take their first open kiss upon your engorged head. I taste you on my tongue as I swirl around your silken head to the rim, teasing, sucking, tasting, licking. My fingers caress and massage you in rhythm and I feel your vein pulse. Your fingers tangle further in my hair; tugging gently with every inch I suck you deeper within my mouth. Moisture is pooling within my depths and I am once again slick and deeply stirred. With every twitch of your cock, my pussy swells with want and delight. I feel you tense and your breathing hitch. The uncertainty of pulling away or staying for the pleasure of release tears you. I decide. I take you in deeper, stroking you with my tongue, swirling and massaging with my fingers. You warm my mouth and I swallow you into my soul, licking up all of your treasure.
…to be continued. I am far from being sated.
Slipping Away
Sometimes in the deep dark recesses of my imagination I slip away, closing my eyes to think of you. My body begins to relax. I can feel the tension that has built in my neck and shoulders slowly begin to fade through my fingertips. In the quiet my breathing is slow, uninterrupted. All thought succumbs to the sensations rising in my body at the very notion of you laying your hands on me.
Your finger tickles at my bare foot, then lightly up the length of my silky, smooth leg stopping briefly at the frayed edge of my denim shorts. To dip in or not, the tease is written in your eyes. They are deep, penetrating, full of lust and arousal. Your finger traces the white denim fringe from outer thigh to between my legs. I throb hard with small tumbling traces after. My heart thuds as if it may break through my chest in one hard crash. Your fingers continue their search, tracing the path over my button fly, cleverly releasing the top with apparent ease. Now both hands span my tummy with thumbs descending beneath the band of my shorts and then back up to play in the well of my navel, tickling and teasing.
My breath continues along its relaxed path, deepening with each graze of your hands on my flesh. Slowly you ease my shorts down my hips. All I feel is the warmth of your hands caressing me gently, soothingly. And then you bend to kiss my navel. The moisture of your tongue sparks a quiver in that ripples through my extremities instantly. I shudder as chills overcome me. Your tongue probes my navel and then you lavish me with a deep warm kiss as if you were worshipping between my legs and I flush. Dampness wells within me. I am slick with arousal.
Your kisses continue lower touching every inch of my trembling flesh. Your hands glide along the curve of my hip and thigh and I open myself, welcoming you. The time you take is torturous pleasure. Kissing me softly with parted lips, licking my salty sweet skin, tasting all I have to offer until you reach my dewy center. I am trembling, fluttering on the very edge and you hover just over my swollen lips and breathe. Your hot breath is like steam and it bathes me. I throb and pulse. My heart beats rapidly anticipating your next breath, your next touch. And then I feel the heat of your lips on mine and the stroke of your tongue between my lips. The melting begins. Heat from my core radiates throughout. My fingers begin to numb and then tingle as do my toes. The buzzing in my head causes my lips to feel numb. My breasts ache to be touched, caressed. I feel their weight in my palms and the firm nipples in need of gentle plucking. I lightly pinch as you indulge me with your tender lips and cunning tongue, exploring my secret treasure. Your tongue plunges deep within my well and I come hard for you, tripping over my own orgasm as it ripples one over the other. I reach for your shoulder to steady myself as another wave hits again and again.
…to be continued. I have to catch my breath.
“Wrapped Up”
Sorry to keep you waiting. I’ve been a bit “wrapped up” lately. I promise to have something for you soon. Hopefully this will keep you occupied.
Rainy Day Conclusion
Your fingers slip to the edge of my panty and slip them over the curve of my hip. Only now without the sheer lace between us can I avail myself of your full heated bounty. My fingers circle the head of your silken cock as you slip through my wetness. Your fingers play at my swollen pussy lips beneath my palm. With the gentle nudge of my two fingers your powerful bulge slips into my welcoming core, slowly, deeply, and then you are motionless inside me save for the low pulse I feel twitch within my walls. I squeeze my legs surrounding you and press my ass as close to you as possible for a deep, tight fit.
Your arms surround me, drawing me up, caressing my tummy and breasts. There is not a spot of flesh from my shoulder to neck that your lips have not touched. All of my senses are heightened as your fingers and palms touch, tease, pinch and squeeze my breasts and nipples.
And then your hand reaches my neck and you draw my chin up, lifting my mouth once again to yours. Your eyes are a fire, wild with desire. I feel as if you can see directly into my soul. My heart rages inside my chest. Surely it will break with beating this hard. Noise surges through my head as the blood flows so quickly through me. Am I even breathing?
You move inside me. You take my breath completely away as you plunge so deeply within me. The tremors of pleasure begin to mount with every thrust of your power. We move together in our perfect, comfortable fit. I feel you begin to tremble as your heart pounds next to me. Your jaw tightens and your breathing falters. Our bodies are beaded in glistening sensual sweat. With one unyielding plunge, satisfaction escapes your lips as I feel the warm rush of your release within me. I wriggle into you, feeling the pulse of your orgasm and the tremors of my own orgasm begin to ripple throughout my core. You have left me completely pleased. You have taken my breath away.
Rainy Day: Part 2
I turn my head toward you and meet your steady, sensual gaze. Your eyes mesmerize me with their deep pool of brilliance. Only now in this moment, caught in passion they have become a hue of dark aroused obsession. Our lips meet in a feathery whisper. The breath of our souls dance between us, tangling in heated desire. Your lips are full, warm and soft upon mine. A sigh escapes as the tip of your moist tongue dips lightly between my parted lips.
Our kiss deepens and I taste you. Our tongues swirl, tangling, dancing a dangerous game of pleasure. Your fingertips have played teasingly at my breasts; sweetly, yet seductively with the promise of rapturous pleasure. They graze lightly down my tummy, passing the dip of my navel to come to rest at the edge of my lace panties. My breath catches and I suckle at your tongue, grasping for more of you. The inner walls of my pussy spasm in desirous want. Your fingers toy with the lacy edge of my panty, tickling my skin, dipping below and tempting the boundary without reaching for the climax. I shudder at your touch, trembling for more.
I reach for the curve of your muscled thigh, clenching with my fingers, gently scraping my fingernails up the back to your butt for a squeeze, wrenching you nearer to me. There is no space between our bodies visible to the naked eye. Our hands caress one another. Your fingers dip lower to my pool of wetness. I am slick, warm and welcoming. Lightly your fingers circle, barely touching as if a haze of fog is settling over me in a cool chill of tremulous pleasure. Your cock twitches in the crevice of my butt and wetness seeps at the small of my back. I want to feel you throbbing and hard inside me, still without moving so I can enjoy the moment before the thunderous rapture overtakes us.
I slide my hand between our bodies and feel the thick length of you with width of my palm; slick, silky, hot flesh beneath my hand. Your power is within my palm. I thumb your slippery head, running fingers beneath your sensitive ridge and feel you twitch. Your vein is engulfed with your arousal, pulsing with desire, ready for me. Your heart pounds at my shoulder. It is as deafening as mine as the steady heat between us rises with every movement of our fingers, hands, and lips.
My toes point and slip up your leg. I open myself to you and slip your swollen cock between my legs to slide and play within my lustful juices. I am throbbing with excitement. The walls of my pussy clench and tighten with every slide of your cock. You have not even begun to enter me. My legs tighten around your cock. Your fingers dip further into my pussy lips, pressing gently yet firmly. I meet your fingers with mine, only to stroke your erection as you slowly slip through my clenched legs, massaging my clit in perfect rhythm. I cannot hold back from tumbling over the edge you have helped me climb. As my orgasm rocks through me you cover my lips with yours and take the sound escaping my lips, sharing the pleasure, leaving me to want even more.
The desire continues to pool deep within my soul.
To be continued…
Rainy Day
There is a soft pitter patter of rain outside my window. A mix of sultry Norah Jones interspersed with the pain of Staind and forlorn of Augustana plays quietly in the background. I am lulled by it, imagining what it would be like if the two of us were here together. Instead of being alone in this space with pen and paper listening to the rain things would be much different.
On an afternoon like this we could curl up on the bed with an old movie. Let’s make it the kind that has not been colorized yet. I want to watch it in black and white. Or not watch it at all. I could get lost in the moment just basking in the feel of being in your arms, snuggled against your chest, feeling the curve of your body wrapped around the curve of mine, fitting me like we were meant to be this way. Your warm breath tickles against my neck as you breathe. I can feel your heart pound against my back as your finger tips play up and down the length of my arm. You speak softly at my ear, tickling as you do. Delightful chills prickle down my spine. Goose bumps rise along my arm and you brush them away in one warming swipe of your hand. We link fingers. You bring mine to your lips for a charmingly warm kiss to each fingertip and then take our hands back to rest on the curve of my hip.
Your fingers do not rest for long. They explore my curves, touching and caressing to my sensual enchantment. I am mesmerized by your simple, yet flawless touch. My senses are heightened as you explore erogenous zones that awaken to no other touch but yours. I can feel the heat rising within me as I swell with arousal. I wriggle my butt into you and feel your aroused bulge spasm against me.
Your hand reaches over me, spanning my stomach. I feel the power in your hand and it comforts me, making me feel safe within your arms. Your palm lightly abrades my flesh as it climbs up my ribs toward my thundering heart. It beats wildly anticipating your next stroke. You reach the swell of my breast and I realize I have held my breath, waiting, wanting. Your fingers play teasingly, lightly, gently caressing my womanly curve and my desire grows, pooling in the depths of me. I feel your palm covering my breast and your thumb graze my taut nipple. I am ripe for plucking. I squirm further into your groin, feeling your hardened bulge between my cheeks. You are warm, hard and throbbing at my movement. Then you pinch my nipple ever so tenderly, yet enough to send the ripple of electricity straight to my core.
To be continued…
