Begging. Pleading.

He grabbed a handful of my hair and yanked me around. He pushed me to his knees and demanded I take off his pants. This was his favorite punishment, but I always secretly enjoyed it. I unzipped his pants and pulled them down, and glanced up at his hard cock. Just looking at made me wet again. I knew if I did as he wanted, soon he would be inside me. So I took him into my mouth, running my tongue up and down the shaft and swirling at the tip.

"God, you love that don't you, you dirty little slut" he growled.

He used his grip on my hair to force himself farther down my throat. I licked and sucked until his breathing got shallow and his thrusts more forceful. He pulled himself out, and I waited for his next move.

Instead of pulling me up, he came down. He turned me over and pushed me onto all fours. I spread my legs as I felt him kneeling behind me. He rubbed his cock against my ass and I thought for a moment he would slide it in, but instead he continued on till he reached my pussy, where he slid in an inch. I could feel my insides clench around him, my cunt ready to be filled.

"Beg me" he said.
"Please, please" I said.
"Oh god, please, I".

Before I was done, he slid himself in and my sentence broke off as I enjoyed the sensation of fullness. He began to rock himself into me harder and faster and in no time at all my orgasm was building. He reached around and rubbed a circle around my nipple. Then he pinched it between his fingers, and that twinge of pain set me off. I could feel the spasms of my orgasm, and they forced his.

We collapsed onto the floor, with him laying behind me. He wrapped his arm around me and stroked my hair.

"You did great baby" he said.

Willing. Waiting.

He opened the door and I walked in with my head down, not knowing what would happen. He pulled me against his chest, so my back was pressed to his front. He slipped his hand down and cupped me. I barely held in a moan.
"Did you do as I asked? Did you leave your panties in the car?" He asked.
"Yes" I mumbled.
"Yes what?" he said sternly as he squeezed harder.
I bit my lips to keep from crying out as I said "Yes sir."

He pushed me forward till I was bent over the half wall in the hallway. He slid his hands up and down my thighs, and leaned down to nip on my shoulder. "Good girl" He said.

I didn't know what to expect. Would he just take me there on the wall, no games? Would he push me down to my knees so I could take him into my mouth? Before I even finished the thought I felt him push my legs apart and felt his fingers brush my ass before heading to my pussy where he softly brushed along my wet opening. I was shocked by the gentleness of his touch. He continued to slide his fingers up and down, my arousal growing. And then I felt the abrupt absence. I whimpered. And then smack, I felt his hand connect with my ass and I cried out. Smack, smack, smack. I was so wet it was running down my thighs but I didn't even notice. All I could feel was the throbbing coming from my cunt.

"Do you like that?" He whispered in my ear.
"Y-yes sir" I stammered.

Smack, smack. One right after another till I could feel the redness turn to heat. And then he slid two fingers inside me, fast and hard. My head dropped down as I struggled not to move. He never allowed me to buck or ride his fingers, he wanted me perfectly still. He didn't move for a moment, and I soon felt as if I would die if one of us didn't move. He kissed my shoulder at the same moment as he began to slide his fingers in and out. I couldn't help it, I jerked forward. He immediately pulled his fingers out and smacked me. Hard. I stilled. He slid his fingers back in and this time I managed not to move. He pumped harder and faster, while his other hand slid around to rub my clit. In seconds I was coming all over him, my hips bucking on their own, as I moaned his name. I knew I would pay for disobeying, but I didn't care, it had felt so good.

To be continued..


I am aching. My cunt is begging to be filled. With your fingers, your tongue, your cock. Oh god, cock. Hot and hard I want it to fill me, almost to the point of pain. I want to stretch to accept you, feel that sweet slide. Spread me wide and shove your hard dick into my wet, needy pussy. Even as I write this I spread my fingers over the dampness of my panties, craving...

Driving me Crazy.

I love the feel of his weight on me, his hips pressed into mine. My legs open to cradle hims. I know he loves it when I slide my legs up and down his, he loves it when I wrap my legs around his waist and he can feel my wetness against his hardness. His hands are everywhere, caressing my hips, brushing my nipples and causing goosebumps to spread all over my arms. I start to move my hips, trying to get him inside me. He pulls away, causing me to growl in frustration. He kisses down my neck, stopping at my breast; sucking, licking and taking little nips that he knows drive me crazy. My legs are moving restlessly against him, I push my hips up to brush against him.

"Come on, baby. Please"

He ignores me and kisses his way down my stomach, stopping a couple times to nip or suck on my skin. My hips are moving on their own now, urging him to push into me but he continues to move slowly to my thighs. He nuzzles between my legs before he takes a long lick at my core. I start to shake and I am begging him to please take me. He just keeps licking, using his tongue to drive me crazy. He takes a long draw on my clit and sends me crashing over the edge. My orgasm rips through me and I know I am digging my nails into his back but I can't stop. He pulls his head up and kisses my thighs, my hips.

I know hes not done with me, I can feel his hard cock lying against my thigh and I reach down to grip it. Now hes the one moaning. He removes my hand and I open my legs to invite him in but he just grins. He grasps my hips and turns me over so I am lying on my stomach. And then he finally slids my legs apart and enters me. I can feel his weight on me, pushing me into the bed, making me grind against it. His mouth on my neck was making me crazy, and I could feel his pace pick up, a sign that he is close. I started to rock back against him as he thrusted forward and the motion made us both moan. A couple more thrusts and he was cumming inside me, and his frantic speed forced my own orgasm. He collapsed onto me and I embraced his familiar weight. He kissed my neck and shoulders and I smiled into the pillow.

Bath time

I was sitting between his legs with my back against his chest and we were enjoying a warm bath. His hands were idly running up and down my stomach, making stops at the valley between my breasts and down to my thighs. The movement was causing waves in the water, making it slap against my inner thighs and the place between them. His hands were making circles on my thighs; I spread my legs open slightly in invitation but he didn't seem to notice. His hands slid up towards my breasts, rolling my nipples between his fingers and making me moan. He grasped each leg and lifted them so my feet rested on each ledge of the tub, leaving me wide open and the warm water hitting my core.
I laid my head back on his shoulder, and not being able to see heightened my awareness and made me more sensitive. His fingers brushed against my lips, only slightly dipping into my wetness. I could feel one finger slide inside and start rubbing my clit. Again my hips rocked, causing the water to hit me. One finger slid deep inside my cunt while his thumb continued to make circles on my clit. My fingers were digging into his thighs and I could feel him getting hard at the small of my back. His fingers were pumping into me in rhythm with the circles on my clit and I was grinding myself into his hand. I started coming in spasms, the rocking motions causing the water to splash against the sides of the tub. After a few moments my heart returned to normal, and I pulled my legs down and rubbed my hands down his legs. He was kissing my neck and whispering how sexy I looked as I came. I pulled myself up and stepped out of the tub. I turned around and held out my hand. He grabbed hold and we walked towards the bedroom.


Whenever it thunderstorms I always think that I should be having sex. Intense, sweaty, LOUD sex, with a beautiful guy who feels that dark energy along with me.

Am I the only one who gets turned on by pouring rain and crashing thunder? Hmm.

Panties around my ankles.

I was bent over the counter and he was standing behind me. He slid his hands up my skirt till he was gripping my ass. He started to pull my silk underwear down, they were momentarily stuck where my wetness had glued them to me. He didn't take them all the way off, leaving them hanging around my left ankle. It added a wantonness that left me breathless. He kissed my shoulder, my neck, letting his lips trail down to where he had lifted my dress to kiss my hips and my ass. He went down on his knees and forced my legs apart.

I started to protest until he whispered "shhh." All my weight was pressed onto the counter as I tried to hold my legs where they were, but the tile was slippery and I kept having to reposition myself. He put his hands on either thigh and kissed the back of each knee, moving up till he was a breath away from my core. He blew softly on me and the cool air on my hot cunt made me gush. My knees started to buckle. And then he dove in, slipping his tongue inside to suck on my clit. I could barely keep myself from bucking into the counter. His hands on my legs holding them apart and the dirtyness of him eating me out from behind brought me to the edge quickly. He slipped a finger inside me and it in seconds i was screaming through my orgasm, my hips grinding into him.

I was catching my breath as he stood and unzipped his pants. He turned me around and lifted me until I sat onto the counter and leaned me back. He pulled me to the edge, and positioned my feet to rest on his shoulders. He kissed the inside of my thigh and then entered me quickly with one quick thrust. His hands on my hips pulled me towards him with each thrust and I held onto the sides of the counter for leverage. He felt so good inside me, almost on the edge of too big, I could feel him stretch me, and I could feel every ridge as he slammed into me.

"Oh god, I'm coming, come with me baby." He reached down and began rubbing my clit in circles with his thumb. I started skaking as my second orgasm rocked me, and he thrust for the last time groaning as he came. My legs dropped to the counter and he laid his head on my stomach as we both struggled for breath.

Tied Down

She was screaming again. Her arms tied above her hands and her legs spread eagle, each ankle tied down to the corners of the table as her naked body arched up again. She was riding and bucking against the dildo almost at her peak when I slipped it from her body. Her screams turned into moans of frustration and her body weeped, making her clit glisten. I cupped her with my palms, trying to calm her flesh. She was breathing heavily and still rocking herself against the table. I waited a couple minutes until i turned on the vibrating bullet and pressed it onto her clit, and her screaming began anew. It had been over thirty minutes that I had been playing with her, bringing her to the brink countless times just to stop right as she reached the edge. This time I let her get close almost to climax before I turned it off, and she began in screaming in frustration. I knew she would only make it one more time before I let her come, so I leaned down and licked slowly all the way up her lips and she ground into my face as I tasted all the wetness my torture had caused. This caused my already damp panties to become soaked. This time I slid a dildo inside her and felt her inner muscles clench tight and I put the bullet on her clit and cranked it up. Her screams began anew and she bucked wildly, begging me for more. Her come lasted forever, until finally she was begging me to release her. I turned off the vibe and slid out the dildo. She lay limp and spent on my table. I untied her but she didnt move, and I waited patiently for her to regain her strength, knowing that soon it would be my turn.


Part One

She slid the key in the lock, pushing open the door, trying to balance the groceries with her cup of coffee. She slammed it behind her and walked into the kitchen. It had been such a long day, full of meetings and conference calls. As she put the milk in the fridge she could hear a hot shower calling her name. It was the perfect thing to relax her muscles after her stressful day. Well, the second best thing anyways. But she hadn't had a good roll in the hay in.. too long.
As she turned the water on in the shower, she glanced at the window that looked out over the alley between her building and the next. What was meant to be a cursory glance turned into a stare when she noticed a man standing in the bathroom of the apartment across the street. She had never noticed anyone living there, and he was definitely a man she would have noticed. He was stunning. Tall, muscular, with the kind of face that dreams were made of. Where had he come from? And how could she convince her eyes to move from his perfectly naked body?
Oh shit! He just caught her staring at him. He had incredible eyes, warm and dark, like melted chocolate. He grinned and she tried to control the blush she could feel warming her face. She half waved and then immediately regretted the action. What was she doing waving at a perfect stranger? A beautiful and incredibly handsome stranger, but still a stranger. She can see through the window that he is laughing at her and he waves back. His smile made her stomach quivery. She tried to block him from her mind as she began to take off her clothes. She stepped into the shower, and realized that she could still see her neighbor from in the shower. Could he see her? And if he could, did he like what he saw?
God, she must be desperate if she was trying to entice the strange man across the street. As she rinsed her hair, she couldn't help but peek a look at the man across the street. What she saw made her mouth go dry. His head was leaned back, his body pressed against the tile and his right hand wrapped around his cock. Watching his hand slide up and down shot ribbons of heat to her core. As she tried to control her reactions, his head dropped down and he locked eyes with her. She could see the passion and lust clouding his eyes and every female part of her responded. He grinned, and there was a challenge in his eyes. She was not the type of woman to play these kinds of games, she did not engage in dirty play with a stranger! Then why was her hand absently rubbing her breast, circling her nipple.
Her nipples were hard, she was warm and flushed and she could feel the wetness between her legs. She knew what she was doing was wrong, that her fingers shouldn't be pinching her nipples, but she was overcome with the need to touch herself, to know he was watching. Enjoying. She slid her hand down and cupped herself, and she watched the muscles in his jaw tighten. A rush of power went through her and she felt bold, sexy. She slid a finger between her lips and she pressed into her wetness. She couldn't contain her moan and by the look on his face she could tell he knew she was moaning, knew how much she was enjoying her fingers inside her. His hand was moving faster over himself, his breath coming faster too. Her own fingers moving over her clit began to circle faster. She wished she could prolong it, draw out the sweet torture, but she knew she was seconds away from orgasm. She closed her eyes and let it wash over her, unable to control her hips from rocking forward in imitation of the fucking she so desperately craved. She drew in a shuddering breath, shocked at how amazing her climax had been. It took her a few seconds to collect herself enough to open her eyes, but when she looked up to see her friend across the street, but he wasn't there. Where had he gone? She stepped out of the shower, and as she grabbed her robe she wondered what had happened to him.
Ding!! The doorbell rang, and she walked to the door, still pondering what had just happened. She opened it and let out a squeal as her neighbor from across the street grinned and stepped inside.

A Pleasure Cruise

I'm driving down the road, on my way to see him. I can't sit still because the throbbing between my legs is distracting and no matter how I sit I can't help but grind myself down on the seat. The pressure isnt enough. I am consumed with thoughts of his fingers inside me, sliding inside me, rubbing. His tongue swirling and a slight pull on my clit. My hand is sliding up my thigh, pushing my skirt higher up. I push my panties aside and cup myself, grinding against my hand. I'm too far gone to tease, I push a finger inside, gasping as I graze my clit. I frantically look outside my window wondering if anyone can see me, until I decide that it no longer matters if anyone can see me, because the way my fingers feel against me makes me bolder. Now I'm hoping someone can see, that someone is watching my fingers working inside me and the look of pleasure on my face. The thought pushes me over the edge and ride my hand as my orgasm crests. I pull my hand out from under my skirt thinking that there is no way he won't be able to smell sex on me. Not that he would mind.