El Paso Heat
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Posted:Jun 18, 2019 5:55 pm
Last Updated:Jun 21, 2019 1:16 am
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Summer nights arouse me. It’s and I lie naked in bed, with nothing, not even a sheet, covering me.
The fan at the foot of the bed whirs, a white noise that lulls me as I begin rock my hips gently. It’s been so and humid all day that my skin has been flushed, the heat spreading through my body in waves like flash orgasms. Rocking my hips, I begin feel the breeze from the fan caress my skin, rippling over my skin. I open my legs and let the air blow between my legs.
My thick bush is moist with sweat and desire. The air caresses my belly and my breasts. My nipples are dilated from the heat, soft and relaxed. I open my legs. With hand, I part my wet hair expose my lips. They are closed and curled together. The air tingles my clit. A soft moan escapes me. Slowly, I touch myself. Each time, it feels new, as if I have never touched myself before. I can feel the shaft of my clit swell. A deep need presses almost painfully inside my cunt. I groan. My fingertip teases my clit and then slips down, stroking the velvet of my vulva. It hovers around my hole. Oh God, it feel so good. Oh, God, yes!
It’s been so long… fingers go in and the walls of my cunt instantly clench them. I want so much be fucked. Hard. I thrust my fingers in and , in and , groaning heavily. My wetness slurps. My cunt is heavy with juice. A heat spreads like wildfire from my belly. Despite the fan, I am sweating now, my body heaving in desire, as my fingers move urgently inside me. With my other hand, I with my asshole, running my fingertip along my perineum. I writhe with pleasure. Oh God, I feel so alive! I fuck myself over and again as my body gains power. I am all cunt now, all cunt and ass. I can go on forever.
I grab the pillow from my head and hug it, its coolness soft against my breasts. I push it down and turn around, humping it. I’m rocking now, hard, the pillow moving with me. My clit swells and rubs madly against the pillow, gaining momentum. I feel the pressure build up in my base. I am bursting now, yes, my cunt is a fruit about burst, the waves sweep over me, , , … and then the massive , like a huge wave that washes over me as the heat lifts me like a bolt. Oh…yes, yes, please, yes!
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My Surrender
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Posted:Apr 11, 2018 12:14 am
Last Updated:Jun 18, 2019 6:57 pm
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I went to his hotel and knocked on the door. He opened the door and smiled at me. "Come in" he said. As soon as he closed the door behind me, I was all over him. I grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him against me, backing into the wall. We kissed passionately, undressing each other at the same time. I took his hand and led him across the room. There was a big armchair in the corner and I climbed up on it, sitting on the back. I put my feet on the arms of the chair and smiled at him. He returned the smile, knowing just what I wanted. He got on his knees in the chair and pressed his face into my pussy. His tongue went to work right away. I ran my fingers through his hair and enjoyed the pleasure he knew how to give so well. I leaned back against the wall and nearly knocked the chair over.
We laughed, and he said, "uh, let's move this party to the bed." I laid down on the bed and he pushed my legs up and went right back to work on my pussy. His tongue was so warm and eager. He licked me like a hungry cat lapping up a bowl of milk. I loved how he plunged his tongue inside me, sucking my clit. The orgasm built up slow and deep in my body. I felt my body tense and begin its release of juices, taking his time he lapped them up greedily and when he was done he crawled up to lay on top of me, the weight of his body pressing down on mine drove me wild. I grabbed the back of his head, pulling his mouth to mine, and kissed him hard. The taste of my pussy on his lips made me hotter still.
"Fuck me. . ." I moaned.
He momentarily looked confused, but recovered as I turned to the nightstand and looked at the box of condoms. He immediately destroyed the box in his haste to open and wrap his cock in the polyurethane. I couldn’t help but gasp as he pushed his hard cock into me. He put my legs over his shoulders and fucked me hard and deep. I could feel another orgasm building inside me.
"Fuck me, baby! Fuck me hard!" I moaned over and over.
"Cum for me, girl. Let me feel that tight pussy squeeze my cock. Cum for me now." He said, still thrusting his cock deep inside me. My orgasm hit hard. I closed my eyes, arched and grabbed at the comforter feeling my release wash over me. He kept stroking and moaned, "God damn, girl, that feels so fuckin' good!" When my orgasm subsided, he stopped. I opened my eyes and smiled at him. He looked into my eyes, a strange expression on his face. I wondered why he'd stopped. I knew he hadn't cum yet…. "What's wrong?" I asked. "Why did you stop?" "God, when you cum. . ." He said. "your pussy squeezes me and it just feels so…" he trailed off, at a loss for words. We looked into each other's eyes for what felt (to me) a long time. I could still feel his hard cock pulsing inside me. I began to tremble – a strangely erotic combination of desire overwhelming me.
"Just relax, baby." He whispered.
He used a finger to touch my erect clit and I flinched and groaned, then he put his finger to my lips. I sucked his finger into my mouth, taking in all my sweet juice.
"You like that?” “ It really turns you on, doesn't it? That sweet pussy tastes good, doesn't it?" he said.
"Yes." I whispered.
Then he took a hold of my hips and started to fuck me, slow and easy. It hurt, but felt good, I didn’t want him to stop! My mind was blank now. I couldn't think anything. I could only feel. I was experiencing sensations that I hadn’t felt in a long time. I moaned, whimpered and pushed back against him, trying to get every inch of him. Gradually, he began to push his cock in harder, faster.
"Yeah, baby, give it to me ." He groaned.
With a final deep thrust, he grunted and collapsed onto me. That sent me over the edge. My whole body shuddered as I experienced one of the most intense orgasms imaginable. We curled up under the covers and he held me until I fell asleep.
When I woke up a few hours later, he was in the shower. I got up and went to the bathroom. The shower curtain was clear and I stood there for a few minutes, just watching him.
"Can I join you?" I asked.
He turned around and smiled at me. "Yeah, come on in." he said, pulling the curtain back. I stepped in. He finished washing up, stepped out of the shower and dried off while I washed up. I watched as he wrapped a towel around his waist and started to leave the bathroom, but I asked him to wash my back. His laughter… the timbre deep, masculine and sexy filled the bathroom and through the shower curtain I saw him drop the towel and step back into the shower. He took the washcloth and scrubbed my back in small, firm circles. I tilted my head to the side, stretching my neck.
"Mmmmm, that feels good. . ." I said.
I felt his lips on neck. He opened his mouth and bit down lightly, sucking gently. He turned me around and drew me close to him, looking in to my eyes. (God, I felt myself melt when I looked in his eyes!) He pressed his lips to mine softly. He parted my lips with his tongue and kissed me long, slow, and with so much passion. He turned off the shower and stepped out. I couldn't move. I was afraid my legs would just give out. He held out his hand, helped me out and we dried off slowly. He led me back to the bed and we lay down together. "What's wrong?" he asked, studying my face.
"I don't know." I said. "I just feel. . .I want. . ." My voice trailed off. "What do you feel? What do you want?" he asked quietly, as he positioned himself between my thighs. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes for a few seconds, when I opened my eyes he was watching me, patiently waiting for my answer. "I really don't know, exactly." I replied, trying to sound nonchalant. "It's just that every time I look at you…. He smiled at me and gently pushed his cock inside me. It felt exquisite. I closed my eyes and clung to him.
"Oh God. . ." I moaned.
"Don't be afraid of it. Just go with the feeling." He whispered in my ear, as he slowly slid in and out of me. "Give it all to me. You want to give it to me, don't you?"
"Yes. . ." I said.
I spread my legs farther apart. My hips rose to meet his and I squeezed his cock as hard as I could on every down stroke. He put his hands under my ass and squeezed it gently. "Mmmm, that's right, baby. Squeeze me with that hot, wet pussy." He whispered in my ear. I moaned softly and squeezed him even harder on the next stroke. "Whose pussy is this, girl?" he asked quietly, still sliding in and out slowly. I was breathing hard and I could barely speak. "It's yours." I moaned, finding my voice at last.
"That's right. It's mine. It belongs to me." He said. "Now tell me what you were really thinking. What do you want? What do you need?" The slow, tender stroking of his hard cock, the way it rubbed against my clit on the upstroke, the weight of his body pressing down on mine, his hands on me, his hot breath on my neck, his voice whispering in my ear… it was like I couldn't hold anything back now. I couldn't even pretend to be strong. “ Tell me” he asked again.
He put my arms over my head and held them down, still sliding in and out so slowly. He watched my eyes, waiting for me to say more. He seemed to already know what I felt but he wanted me to say it. I closed my eyes, breathing hard. A single tear ran down my face. His cock never missed a stroke.
“Do you want to surrender yourself to me." he asked.
My eyes flew open and I looked at him. How did he know? How could he know exactly what I was thinking? "Yes." I whispered. "Then do it." He said. "Surrender yourself to me – your body, your mind, your soul,… your heart. Give it all to me."
We never broke eye contact. He smiled. "It's getting hotter; it's getting wetter. Are you gonna cum for me, baby?" he asked.
"Yes," I whispered .
He let go of my arms and I put them around his neck. He reached down and pulled my knees up and put them over his shoulders. He was breathing hard now and his strokes were faster, harder, more insistent. "Give it to me, baby. I know you're close. Cum for me, girl."
That's when my orgasm just exploded inside me. I cried out and clung to him, my whole body shuddering. I could feel the muscles inside me clamp down on his cock and squeeze it harder than ever before. He grunted and his cock began to throb, shooting his hot cum out like lava. His orgasm set off another one in me. It seemed to go on and on. I let it wash over me and savored every second of it while my spasms kept squeezing his cock.
When it was over, he kissed me slowly, deeply, passionately. He pulled out of me gently and rolled over onto his back, sighing deeply. I laid my head on his chest and we drifted off to sleep.
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Morning after Last Night
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Posted:Apr 4, 2018 9:45 pm
Last Updated:Jan 5, 2019 2:42 am
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The sun hadn’t fully risen when I woke, and the light trickling through the sheer curtains was gentle enough that I kept my eyes closed. I could feel his breath on my shoulder and smiled. This moment, like last night lusty and hot to this sweetness in our sleep beside one another, enthralled me.
I stretched out my leg, careful not to shift too hard on the mattress surface, but I felt him stir behind me. His hand reached out to brush over my hip.
“Are you awake?” he whispered.
“Yes. Barely.”
“Mmm.” He uttered the noise before scooting against me, his chest warm on my back and his legs folding up beneath my thighs. He brushed aside my hair, then pressed soft kisses on my neck and shoulder. “Good morning.”
“Morning.” I looped my arm around my waist, grazing the fingers he’d laid on my hip before he slid them up over my arm, then under it to glide over the Greek letters on my side. ελευθερία. Eleutheria.
Do you find freedom when captured?
He’d asked me this our first morning together, his fingers playing over my tattoo like they were now after we’d shared a wild afternoon, where he’d invited me to explore this intense, delectable world with him. It’d been easy to say yes, because how could one refuse the adventures it felt like I’d been craving my entire life?
“Do you know what I dreamed of?” he asked.
“What?”
“Last night. The way you looked over my knee.”
I rubbed my cheek against the pillow and opened my eyes to him nestling closer. I hadn’t dreamed of it, but I thought about it now. I’d liked trying it, and knowing it excited him as much as it did, turned me on, too. I felt him move, and immediately felt his nascent erection rubbing against my ass.
“What’d you like most?” I asked.
He ran his hand down over my hip, and caressed it while he spoke against my neck. “Most?? Hard to say.” He curved his fingers around my hip bone like I loved, teasing me with the dig of his fingertips. “The fact that your ass was on display for me. The way you jumped around on my knee…and rubbed your clit on me.” I took a sharp inhalation, and he shifted his fingers forward, stroking the top of my mound with the faintest touch. “The sound of my hand on you? That was sexy. The way you cried out, too. And when I hit your pussy…” After he’d said this, he moved his fingers lower. I parted my legs, the blanket and sheets falling away from us. “Did you like that?”
“Yes.” The spanking I was still pondering, but that, yes. That had done me in. His fingers crept between my folds, insistent, exploring. He pushed them inside and I inhaled deeply, closed my eyes and moaned.
“You’re already wet. Dripping from us talking about it. I love how talking does this to you, gets you wet like this…”
I rolled backward into him, kicked my leg out and over his thigh to give him better access. He slid his arm between the mattress and my waist and hoisted me until I was almost on top of him. The fingers of his empty hand sank in as far as they could. He clapped a hand over my breast and held me to him, his mouth hot on the top of my shoulder.
“Oh, God…”
Phil drew his fingers out, I gasped as he swiped the pads fast over my clit like I loved.….. I heard him say “Your clit is so swollen. Open your legs more, love.” I did, splayed over him, and he tugged me fully atop him to plunge his fingers in again. I laced my fingers into my hair, loving how he held me, how deep his fingers sank before he stole them out to rub my wetness all over my swollen bud.
“Fuck…” I bucked my hips but he pressed harder into me.
“No. “Stay. Open, Dee. Like this ?” I moaned and softly nodded, his fingers kept a rhythm dipping in, then out again, in a deft tease. He cinched me tighter with the hand on my chest to clap the other gently against my cunt.
“Oh…God, oh, yes.”
Phil growled behind me. “You like that, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I whimpered, wanting to deny the effect, but unable to stop the word with how good it felt. His hands became firmer his next time before penetrating me and inserting his fingers deep. When he drew them out, he clapped them against me again, making hard contact with my opening in a wet pop. I cried out, and he rubbed my clit and slapped my cunt once more. Pleasure danced its way through my senses, unfurling in my heart. I felt his mouth close over my shoulder as he bit down on my flesh.
When I moaned, he said, “Cum for me.”
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Morning Coffee
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Posted:Dec 13, 2017 10:02 pm
Last Updated:Jan 5, 2019 2:43 am
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I lean against the door frame, sipping my morning coffee as I watch him sleep. He’s sprawled out in the middle of the bed, one arm under a pillow and the other across his chest, the sheet low on his hips. I can’t help but smile, and I feel my body react to the man asleep in my bed.
The image of last night flashes through my mind, my body shows the marks of his rough hands …, and teeth. My nipples immediately hard at the thought about the things he had done with his tongue. I’m not innocent by any means, but it had been an entirely new experience, and I’d given him access to every part of my body. He was so confident, and knew exactly what to say and do to make me agree to every last little naughty, downright dirty thing he had asked for.
I keep sipping the hot coffee as my now aroused, naked body grows fully alive again. Putting the mug on my dresser, I walk over to the bed and gently tug down the sheet off his body. I can’t help but smile appreciatively as his cock comes into view; even in its flaccid state it’s impressive. I notice he stirs as the warm air caresses his skin. He settles back into his sleep as I position myself kneeling between his spread legs; gently slide my hands up the inside of his muscular thighs, and watch as he shifts once again. He twitches at the touch of my hands on his flesh.
I lick my lips and trace a finger tip along the length of his shaft as I watch and feel him harden even further. His hips gyrate almost unnoticeably as I squeeze the base of his cock. I tenderly stroke his cock once, twice and hear a moan escape from his lips. I look up at his face and lean into his center to tease the tip with my tongue. His lips part and his dark eyes open as I wrap my lips more tightly around him. A low growl escapes his lips, as his eyes connect with mine and take him deeper into my warm mouth. His jaw clenches and his hand goes into my long, dark hair and gathers it in his fist.
No words, there wasn’t a need for it; it was all written across his face. I want to give him the same pleasure he gave me last night; I want him to get lost in the same desire I’d been given. Our eyes stayed locked as I rub the head of his cock across my flattened tongue. I’m the one in control now; it feels powerful and I understand the confidence I’d seen in him last night.
A bead of pre-cum coats my tongue, and I moan as I taste the salty substance. I want more. My strokes become faster and harder. I feel the pull of my hair as he tightens his grip, and his look intensifies. I’m not ready for him to cum yet!
I want to hear him beg.
He raises his hips off the bed and places his other hand around mine on his cock, forcing me to stroke faster. He moans deep and I feel him get harder in my fist. He’s close to cumming, and the pre-cum trickles out of the tip; I lap it up with an eager tongue. He’s so close.
I slow my pace for a second, and “Fuck,” he moans …., “Please.”
I look up at him, and his eyes are now closed; but the thrusting continues faster, he swells and a second later the first spurt fills my mouth as I lift my head and release, another sprurt coats my lips and drips down over my now slowing hand. I let go of his cock and suck the creamy, cum covered finger into my mouth as I watch him lying panting on the bed as he watches me
“Good morning,” I smile, popping my finger out of my mouth. “How do you take your coffee?”
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Winter Weather
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Posted:Dec 10, 2017 2:53 pm
Last Updated:Jan 1, 2018 10:35 am
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Finally, the winter season has arrived with freezing temperature, a rain-snow mix turning into snow, and gray sky. You know what I'm describing, the kind of day when all you want to do is wrap yourself in a quilt, relax in front of the fire – and have sex. This is definitely snuggle fuck weather
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