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.

Voyeurism

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.

Just a touch.

I was laying on the couch with my legs over his lap. He was idly sliding his hands up and down my legs in a comforting way. I only had a few minutes before I had to go, and we were talking and enjoying our last few minutes together. It took me a while to notice the subtle change from comforting to sensual. His hands were getting closer and closer to my core, with an occasional brush of his fingers against me.

"Baby.." I said in a pleading voice. We only had a few minutes and I didn't want to get worked up before we had to say goodbye.

He told me just to enjoy it, and so I laid back and reveled in the wonderful feelings crashing over me. He never moved under my panties, or used a lot of pressure, he just ran his fingertips along my opening, and rubbed circles into me. By the time he was done I was wet and shaking. It was one of the most erotic, loving experiences of my life, just being stroked and touched.

NOW.

This ones for you baby : )

He answered on the first ring.

"I need you baby. Come over NOW."

Less than five minutes had passed before I heard a knock at the door. I barely let him inside before I pushed him against the door and kissed him senseless. I could hear his shocked intake of breath as I ground myself against him. We slowly made our way to my bed. He saw the pink vibrator on my bed, where I had discarded it earlier in frustration, and lifted one eyebrow in question.

"It wasn't enough," I said while pulling off my panties.

He pushed me down on the bed and pulled my skirt up to my waist. He could see how wet I was, how badly I needed him. He knew I needed no slow build-up, no slow laps of his tongue. He spread me open and rubbed his thumb on my clit, eliciting a moan from me. And then he devoured me. Rubbing his tongue hard against me, I could barely control the urge to push myself harder into his mouth. In no time at all I could feel myself on the edge of a huge orgasm, and with one swirl of his tongue I went careening over the edge. He kissed his way up my body, stopping at my belly button, and taking a long detour at each breast, biting and sucking my nipples.

I snuggled up to his side, nibbling his earlobe and whispered "Thank god you answered the phone." He chuckled, I sighed.

Want.

I derive most of my pleasure in sex from giving it to my partner. I love the feel of power and satisfaction watching them overcome with lust, squirming from the pleasure of whatever I'm doing to them. I love knowing exactly how crazy I am driving you with every touch, lick, and brush of my lips. Nothing makes me feel sexier than when you tell me how badly you want me, need me, have to have me. Its that desire, the overwhelming need for me that makes me want to give you all the pleasure I can. It's a heady thing to feel desired, to know that at that moment in time all they want is you. I try not to be selfish in life and in love and I hope this carries over to sex. I want him to know how amazing he makes me feel, and I hope that my pleasure makes him feel as glorious as his makes me.

The Sweetest Sounds

He had spent the last two hours worshiping every part of my body, from the most erotic to the most overlooked. After every orgasm as I fought to catch my breath he would push me higher and higher into ecstasy. As sweet as my pleasure was I was dying to get my hands, my mouth on him, and I knew he craved my touch just as much. I love the taste of his skin, how it feels under my lips, how his stomach contracts when I run my tongue around his belly button. I try to take my time, to go slowly, really draw it out, but I am more eager than he is for the moment when I can wrap my mouth around him. I swirl his precum around the head and suck him deep to the back of my throat. Even though I have come more times than I can count, the sound of his moans sends a tremor straight to my core. It doesn't take long before I can feel his balls tighten and he fills my mouth with his seed.

As he lays panting, basking in the afterglow of his orgasm, I lay my head on his chest and throw my leg over his thigh. This is when I feel closest to him, covered in sweat and cum listening to the sound of his heartbeat.