Storms.

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.

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.