Showing posts with label true sex. Show all posts
Showing posts with label true sex. Show all posts
Friday, 14 September 2012
Memories linger.
My mind keeps being drawn back to a not-so-distant memory.
A memory of a bed, and those within it.
The memory of how a kiss can echo throughout a person.
The way your moans channeled into my mouth.
How the early dawn light illuminated your body.
I remember the feel of you.
I remember the taste.
The intake of breath at just - that - moment as he filled you so.
I remember how your breath felt on my cunt.
I remember finally giving in, abandoning my nerves and kissing you.
Passionately.
And I want it again.
I want you again.
NK x
Labels:
bisexuality,
cunnilingus,
kissing,
lesbian sex,
mff,
oral,
sex,
threesomes,
true sex
Tuesday, 6 April 2010
Last Night
He appeared behind me.
The evening had been tame, we'd each not long been home from visiting family at Easter.
Suddenly, his lips graze my neck,
accompanied by the savagery of his teeth
delicious pain, as he tastes my flesh...
His hands roam to my breasts, for they are his to use,
with his hot breath still at my neck, I am commanded:
"Stand up." A pause, then further instruction, "and turn around".
I rise, and face him.
He pulls me in, and kisses me. Roughly, passionately, hungrily.
His tongue probes my mouth, caressing and using my own.
My vest is removed, and my bra in quick succession.
His eyes feast upon my breasts, quickly followed by his hands...
Their sumptuous delicate nature in harsh contrast to his abuse of my nipples, making me stretch and contort and pain and joy.
He tugs down my black jeans, leaving me in only my girly Hello Kitty knickers.
Commands come forth once more, I am to turn, and bend over.
The seconds between assuming this vulnerable, exposed position and his return to my behind feel like hours.
The first sharp stings lash across my backside, only slightly dulled by my knickers.
He pauses only long enough to pull down my knickers, then begins to swing the flogger once more.
Direct contact to my fleshy bottom, and the flogger cracks me harder.
And harder.
And harder.
I cry out.
Restrained, as far as I can.. I know we have at least one housemate at home.
But also because I want to take this and more.
To cry out too hard would be some kind of weakness.
My arse grows hotter as the strikes land in quick succession
Just when I think he's never going to stop, I hear the flogger land on the bed.
I stay still, I haven't been told to move.
I feel his hands part my bum cheeks, holding the fleshy mounds apart, my hole exposed.
His tongue quickly skims across my my asshole.
I can't hold back my cries, such delicious ecstasy.
His tongue laps furiously, circling me, then dipping.
He delves deeper and I work not to scream.
As he comes back up, he frees his cock, pushes me further over, and takes me.
As he fucks me, he drags his nails down my back.
I hear myself moan, and don't care.
As my back arches, he grabs a fistful of my hair, and pulls, hard.
NK x
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