teasing tongues

May 20, 2018

good friends playing nicely

The first time I had sex with a woman, just her and I, I marvelled at the pace. Sex with men always felt pressing, driven by an intensity that climbed quickly. Sometimes I liked that energy, it made me feel wanted, desired. The rush was fun, like tearing open a present. Other times I felt like we skipped over the good parts, like I could have pressed against him while he kissed my neck for hours. Sometimes I felt like I was trying to catch up, I was too young and inexperienced to say “Slow down.”

The first time I had sex with a woman, and it was just her and I, we kissed for hours. Literally hours. Slow, tender, swollen-lips, hands in our hair, teasing tongues, moans and soft sounds, our hips pressing together, in no hurry but never staying still. By the time I pressed my hand between her legs her panties were soaked right through. That little wet spot made fireworks in my head, my clit throbbed. This was divine. I didn’t pull her cotton underwear aside until she was already close to orgasm, just from my fingertips tracing over the fabric, and her eager grinding against my palm.

After she came we slowed down but never stopped touching each other until she’d had her second, third and fourth. There’s a difference between “I came” and “I’m satiated”. Fucking someone who understood that made sex an entirely new thing. We fucked until we were finished, exhausted and spent. I finally felt satisfied.

The next time a man touched me all I could feel was the energy propelled by his hard-on. The rush that rush-of-blood to his cock put him in. I felt like I wasn’t there.

Heart
Reflections
Queer Enough, 2018

Cum face…

May 21, 2016

cumming

Phaedra: I wanted to see your face when you came.

Hippolytus: Why?

Phaedra: I’d like to see you lose yourself.

Hippolytus: It’s not a pleasant sight.

Phaedra: Why, what do you look like?

Hippolytus: Every other stupid fucker.

Sarah Kane
Phaedra’s Love

thethreeofus

‘What I need now is your mouth to make out with my arsehole, Sweetie. You clean me out, yeah. Get that lovely tongue in nice and deep…’

I watched in silence as Alison knelt down and used the sofa to support the top half of her body. Reaching behind with both hands, she spread herself wide. Michael went down on all fours, his face buried between the cheeks of her bum.

‘Get that tongue working,’ she ordered. ‘Right up me – that’s it, that’s the way.’

Shelly stood over her hubby as he licked out Alison. Her expression was eager as she turned to me.

‘I want you to fuck him now,’ she said. ‘Make him take it hard and fast.’

Rolling on a condom, I took up a kneeling position behind Michael. I felt him tense as my cock went into him…he was already well lubricated. I went in until I felt my balls crushed against his arsehole.

‘Hard and fast,’ Shelly repeated, her face very flushed now.

I did as instructed, of course. I was fairly certain Shelly would soon give in and feel compelled to masturbate while watching me fuck her hubby’s tight behind.

‘Faster,’ she cried. ‘Fuck the little tart…show him what his arse is really for.’

I heard Michael grunt as the utter violence of my movements tipped him over the edge. His own ridged cock, untouched, spurted strings of thick white cum over the carpet. He continued to munch on Alison’s arse even as he was shooting.

‘Oh, you dirty little bitch,’ his wife cried in delight.

A brutal frenzy drove the four of us that afternoon. Three mouths fought over my cock and balls. I pushed apart shapely female legs wet with cum and saliva. I fingered and licked two swamp-like cunts, and Alison brutally churned Shelly’s cunt while sucking my cock. Michael wanked himself off at one point, and then his wife made him take my cock in his mouth.

‘Swallow it all down,’ she ordered, her voice shrill as I came; her eyes had become huge with unrestrained pleasure. ‘Every drop, you little slut…’