I'm still here

No, I've not gone hiatus

I'm still here

Still here for you

Yearning for you

Yearning for your touch

Yearning to feel your body against mine

Fingering tracing where yours should be

Satisfied, yet not quite satisfied

Runners are Sexy

There's just something sexy about runners, short shorts, legs, taut ass, toned physique, confident ... mmm ... so who wants to go running? And where's my towel boy?

She

We kiss sensually, tongues swirling, eagerly tasting each other. My hands are running through your hair as your hands slowly undo the buttons of my shirt. You run your hands along my belly and up in between my breasts. I suck in my breath. You pull your head away and lean forward to kiss my belly. I wrap my hands around your head, stroking your hair. Your hands reach down and undo the buttons of my shorts, pulling it down over my hips and letting it fall to the floor, my panties follow after that. You shift me so my thighs part just a bit. I look down and watch as you lick the length of my slit. Your tongue so warm and wet. I moan at the pleasure.

Your hands work their way up my thighs, caressing, massaging as your tongue begins to circle my pussy. Your fingers work their way to the inside of my thighs and I part my legs more for you. Fingertips brush my cunt, rubbing me slowly, spreading my juices all over my cunt. You push one finger inside me. I let my head fall back and moan. Your tongue flicks at my clit. I arch my back. Your finger moves in and out of my cunt stroking me. Your tongue is focusing on my hard bud, circling, circling. My legs are quivering now. You have me on the edge so quickly, I don't know how long I can hold back. My hands are tangled in your hair, pushing your face into my pussy. You push a second finger inside, stroking me harder. Your tongue drawing circles around my clit, faster now. I can't hold out any longer. My pussy clenches around your fingers and begins to pulse. I cry out loud and push my hips into you hard. I'm cumming hard all over your hand, your face, your tongue. I want more.

I push you down on the bed and kneel in between your open thighs as I run my hands up under your skirt. Your panties soaked. I tease you with my fingers, slipping one inside to stroke your wet lips. You moan softly. I undo the buttons on your blouse, lean forward and trace my tongue over your belly. I kiss my way up to your face slowly to your lips, tasting myself on them. My hands roam all over your body, filling my need to have every part of you. I unclasp your bra and slide them off you, exposing your breasts. I grab them and massage them. I circle your hard nipple with my finger. I flick my tongue across it. You gasp. Desire overwhelms me and I take your nipple into my mouth and suck it hard. I swirl my tongue over your nipple, teasing it. Your body trembling a little.

I hike up your skirt. My fingers find their way to your dripping wet slit. I take your other nipple into my mouth. My fingers circling around your clit slowly, teasing you badly. You writhe under me, your breath ragged. I push two fingers into you. You gasp as your hips buck up to meet my hand. Fucking you with my fingers, I move my thumb up to your clit and begin to rub. My tongue moves faster and harder on your nipples. Your hands claw at my back, at the sheets. I push a third finger inside you and your back arches more. I can feel your pussy clenching my fingers, I can feel you start to pulse. You're so close to cumming. I rub faster with my thumb. This is what you needed and with a cry, you cum all over my hand. Your pussy clenching hard around my fingers, pulsing with each wave that hits you.

That Moment of Evening

That moment of evening when the light and the darkness are so evenly balanced that the constraint of day and the suspense of night neutralize each other, leaving absolute mental liberty. It is then that the plight of being alive becomes attenuated to its least possible dimensions. 

- Tess of the D’Urbervilles

Something For You

You have been very naughty today. Teasing me the whole day, telling me how you would love to spread me on your desk and taste me, how you'll bend me over the table and take me from behind. Now you got me feeling restless the whole night. 

As I lie on my bed, my hands roam slowly over my body, brushing gently across my erected nipples. I roll them between my fingertips and moan softly. I feel a familiar tingle between my legs. I squeeze my thighs together as I caress my breasts. My breathing gets heavier, the ache between my thighs deepens.

I need to ease the ache. I slip my hand into my black thong. I spread my thighs slightly and slip a finger through the wetness. I've been wet the whole day, thinking about you. I remove my finger and spread my juice around my clit, circling my clit with my finger. I moan softly. I bring my finger up to my mouth and tasted myself, like how you always wanted me to.

I let my thighs fall open, pull my thong aside and push my finger into the me. So warm and wet. I groan. My hips rise and fall. I imagine you inside me, filling me. I slide another finger inside me, thrusting them in and out of me, feeling my cunt squeezing tight around them. Drawing them out, i press them hard on my clit, stroking myself. My clit throbs. I need to be satisfied. My fingers move frantically over my clit. My cunt pulses harder. I feel the heat building inside me. I gasp again and arch my back as I cry out.

I'm going to leave my soaked thong for you. Now, you tell me what you'll do with it.

You wrap your arms around my waist and pull me close to you. Your hot breath on my neck, your arms tight and strong around my waist, I feel myself melting into you already. You kiss your way down my neck, so slowly and gently. I sigh with pleasure, and lean my head to one side, wanting more. Feeling your soft lips on my neck makes my knees go weak. You turn me around to face you, and we look in each other's eyes and smile. You tip my head up and give me a long, slow, sensual kiss. I wrap my arms around your neck and pull you closer, pressing my body against yours. I can feel your hardening cock against me. 

Our tongues mingle, as our hands roam over each other's bodies. My hands drift over your back, down to your ass. Your hand roam up my dress and between my thighs. Dipping your hand into my panties, your fingers found my wet slit. Your other hand finds my nipple and gently pinches it, rolling it between your fingers. Your fingers dip deeper into my panties and push their way inside me, and I spread my legs wider, needing more. I instinctively place my hands on your hard bulge and rub you, stroke you. You're so hard now. You undo the top buttons of my shirt slowly, reaching around me and unclasp my bra. Your head moves down and your tongue flicks over my nipple, I moan in response.

My hands undo your pants, exposing your erection, hard and straining, wanting me. I wrap my hands around it, and begin to stroke you. Your fingers pull from my cunt and drag up to my clit. I can't stand much longer. You find my hard little bud and start to circle it. Moaning, I stroke you faster. I whisper into your ears, trembling, insistent, that I need you to take me now. 

You lead me to the armchair. Trails of clothing follow behind us. Sitting me on your lap, facing away from you. I grind my cunt against your cock, drenching it in my juices. You gasp at the contact of the wet heat. Your hands reach around me, one finding my breast, the other finding my clit. I lift myself up and position my cunt over the head of your cock. I hear you groan again, feeling the moist wetness of my cunt parting around your swollen cock and I slowly ease myself down on you, all the way, until you're buried deep inside me. I grind down with my hips, and you answer by thrusting up into me, hard and urgent. Raw desire pulses through our bodies as we move and rock against each other.

Your lips find my neck again, kissing, sucking, biting me. Your fingers on my clit quicken their pace, driving me wild. I'm breathing so hard, starting to tremble. I'm going to cum soon, and I know I won't be able to hold it back. I know you can feel my dripping wet cunt clenching around you. I know you can feel me starting to pulse around you. I can feel how close you are too, your hard cock throbbing inside me as you fuck me, as I slide up and down on you, so wet, so close. Your other hand works my nipple harder. I can hear your breathing, rapid and urgent. You're not going to last long either. I reach behind and grab your hips, pulling you harder into me, deeper into my cunt.

I can feel the heat rising in me. You're going to make me cum. I move my hips frantically against you, desperate to feel the pleasure of my release. Fucking you hard now, I feel my orgasm building. It's coming. ohh god ... then it hits me, so fucking hard. I cry out your name. The heat of my orgasm pulses through me, over and over and over. I cum hard on you, all over you, my wetness trickling down the length of your cock. You groan. As my cunt pulses around your cock, you groan with pleasure, throbbing so hard inside me, clinging onto me, holding me down hard on your cock as you begin to shoot your cum deep inside me. I feel your hot cum explode from you with each throb of your cock, spurting, deep into me, filling me. I hold on tight, riding you out, still moving my hips on you, grinding. You shudder, as the last of your cum empties into me.

Men in Shirt & Pants

Men in shirt & pants are such eye candies sometimes, especially those who know (or think) they look good, walking around with a smirk on their faces.

Anyhow, something random, since I haven't posted anything for a while .... I was in white shirt and shorts last week, when someone told me he'll love to see me in just my white shirt and nothing else. I just smiled and asked if he'll like it better if I wear his shirt instead. I'm sure that reply got him distracted at work for a while. So I'm in white shirt again today, maybe I should let him know.