These Words

To: You

From: Me

When I first saw you, I wanted you to say, Hello. When I first dated you, I wanted you to say, Again. When I first touched you, I wanted you to say, More. When I first loved you, I wanted you to say, Yes. When I waved you off, I wanted you to say, Homecoming. When I walk down the aisle, I want you to say, I do. From: You To: Me Baby, if only you knew. I wish I already had.

Sticks and Stones

My mother didn't raise me to be a whore. I do these things for free. Good work, Mum

Things That Go Buzz In The Night

I dream of you, alone, tired and ready for bed, sleepy. You know I won't be home for a while, so you slip under the covers with a book. After a while, you feel drowsy, and you reach over to put your book beside the bed. By accident, your hand brushes your long, slim vibrator. You pick it up, and, feeling pleasantly drowsy yet aroused (the thoughts of that extra passionate kiss I gave you before I left for work still lingers), you begin to gently stroke yourself with one hand, while the other uses this toy to touch and tease.

As you become more aroused, your breathing quickens, and you slowly slide it into you. Still using your fingers to massage and tease your clit, you begin to tease yourself, sliding it in and out, slowly.

You're so intent on what you're doing, you don't even hear me let myself into the room. The lights were off outside, so I thought you were asleep. I can't believe it, you are lying on the bed, in a state of bliss, your tight little white t-shirt on, with a delicious red bra showing through, and touching yourself, using your vibrator.

Hardly daring to believe it, I undress quickly, and climb gently onto the bed. God, I am so hard for you already. The sight of you touching yourself has done amazing things to me. I gently prize your legs a little further apart, and you give a little gasp as my tongue suddenly flickers over your beautiful pussy. Kissing around your thighs, I move back to your clit as you withdraw your vibrator with a groan. Then I'm holding your beautiful thighs, and I begin to really concentrate and drive you wild. In a short time your back is arching, you begin to gasp, and then, with a rush, you orgasm. You moan so loudly, and your hands are scrabbling wildly in my hair. Then suddenly you relax...

I move up next to you, kiss you on the cheek and neck, and stroke you. You surprise me by sitting up and murmuring, 'Your turn now!', before pushing me onto my back. Your mouth closes over my hard cock, and one hand gently grips the base and begins massaging it. Your tongue is flickering over the soft, sensitive underskin. Your warm, wet mouth feels so good I am gasping in pleasure, and I am incredibly turned on. I'm so hard for you. You turn your body around and position your beautiful pussy above my face, while still using your mouth. I begin to tease and nibble your beautiful pussy again, but it's so hard to concentrate... Your mouth and hand are making me tremble with pleasure. With a deep, loud moan, I tell you I'm going to cum. You grind your pussy deep into my mouth, and suddenly my body starts to convulse, and you sense the sweet sensation of my orgasm. As I come, you feverishly swallow every drop.

I am shattered, but as you give me a last gentle suck, and turn around for a cuddle, you notice how hard I still am. You position yourself above me, and gently slide onto me. I am still gasping from pleasure at cumming, but this is setting off a sensory overload. I join in, moving my hips in time to yours, my hands reaching up to pinch and squeeze your nipples. Your movement becomes frantic. Not so soon, surely? Yes, you are! You scream in pleasure, and it's mingled with my deep moan as you come again, your beautiful pussy juices dripping down on my body, almost at the same instant as I share your orgasm with mine. You collapse on me, and our lips meet.
For a long time.

"I love you, sweetheart" I murmur, as we hold each other close, ready for sleep.
Maybe I should catch you doing this again sometime?

Let's Take It Slow

I'm sorry I took such a long time to come a climax during fone sex - it's been so long since I had anyone in the room with me during the experience that I got shy

He

The man is 6"4 of 'That's what I want for Christmas'. Have him stripped, bathed, and brought to my room at sunset.

The Beginning

The first time I met you, you touched me. And to think, I usually make a man buy me dinner before I allow that.

Meeting

If you saw me across that room for the first time all over again, would you still wink at me?

Dirty Housewives

It's a lazy Saturday afternoon, and we're lying on the couch. With the blind up, it's deliciously warm and doze-inducing: lying on our sides, with me curled up against your lean belly, your relaxed arm over my hip, a snooze seems a fitting past-time for the rest of the day. But, there's always something that needs to be done...

Wiggling into a sitting position, I'm standing up. With a groan, you tighten your arm around me.
'Don't go, baby. I'll miss you,' you murmur, trying insistently to pull me back down.
'Turkey, I need to sort the washing out,' I reply fondly. 'It'd be a terrible thing if I had no clean knicks.'
Propping yourself up on one elbow, you lovingly kiss my left breast before questioning, 'Says who?'
Laughing, I push you back down onto the couch, before standing up and huffing, 'Dirty boy! You'll have me corrupted, you know. You'll end up marrying a knickerless minx, and then where will we be?'
'Really? You promise?' You smile up at me from the couch.
'STOP!' I giggle, heading towards the bedroom. 'I'm doing the washing. Let me get this done, and we'll see what we can do about getting YOU all dirty...'

I finish in the bedroom, and stride back up the corridor to the laundry, pausing only to wink over my shoulder.

Returning with an armload of frilly, floaty, barely-there knickers, which I drop onto the end of the couch for sorting and folding, you're once again propped up on one elbow.
'Darling,' you venture, looking quizzical, 'You weren't wearing that before, were you?'
I look down at my two-sizes-too-small t-shirt, admirably filled by my black push-up bra pushed-up boobs, which just skims my black thong. My long, tanned legs are shown at their best in my black high heels. 'No, I wasn't. But I wasn't doing the washing before, was I?'
'Ah, so these are your laundry-doing clothes?'
'Yes dear. Surely YOU have laundry-doing clothes?' My straight-faced reply is admirable, but we're both close to giggling.
'Sadly, no. But I'm fascinated by yours.'
I smile prettily, bending down to sort my washing.

Trying not to laugh, I'm breathy in my enjoyment of folding. Never before has laundry been so much fun! I'm threading the knickers in between my fingers, rubbing the soft silk against my skin, strutting and posing with the knickers held up against my hips to check the fit and style.
You're sitting up, watching avidly, your own jocks unable to accommodate your obvious enjoyment.
Laughing, I flick a lacy blue thong into face, applauding when you catch it between your teeth. But, of course, nothing good lasts forever. In my showing off, I drop a pair of knickers on the floor. With care and stiffled giggles, I. Bend. Down.

You're galvanised to action. Growling playfully, you snap the black lycra cleaving my gorgeous arse.
With a yelp, I straighten back up, only to be swept up into your arms.

Expertly, you snake a hand under my arm to start rubbing my breast thru my t-shirt. I swoon with theatrical good feeling, my neck yours to kiss and nip, deliciously.

I kick my shoes off in the hallway, throwing my arms around your neck to kiss your face anywhere I can stretch. Our giggles only increase when I'm dumped onto the bed unceremoniously, you trying to simultaneously slide your knee between my legs, while stepping out of your pants.
In peals of laughter, I writhe and wriggle under you as you pull my thong down with your teeth. Pulling it off my ankle, you slide back up my leg to administer your very talented tongue to my aroused, wet pussy. My writhing increases- I'm so turned on that my orgasm is only seconds away from this first touch.

Gasping, I slide out fm under your mouth, pushing your hands off my hips. 'Too soon,' I gasp, 'Don't wanna cum yet.'
'But you're so pretty when you do,' you reply, similarly breathless.
Prodding you onto your back, I pant, 'You first!'

I'm between your thighs, my mouth on the head of your cock, my fingers firmly stroking your hard shaft. I know just how you like it- my tongue's flickering 'round the sensitive underside of your cock, my fingers playing with the sensitive skin, the suction so so good as I move my mouth up and down you.

It's your turn to start writhing under talented oral ministrations, a hand against my cheek as you moan, 'I need you, baby, I need to be inside you.'

I slide my mouth off your cock, and sit up. Kneeling between your thighs, we're staring at each other with wide-eyed lust.

'How do you want me, baby?' I whisper, crawling up your body. We kiss passionately, my hands cradling your face.
'What would turn you on most?' you whisper against my cheek.
'I want to see your face, baby,' I murmur in between kisses, 'I wanna watch you cum, and I wanna moan and scream as I cum, and I tighten around your cock.'
'Oh God baby,' you groan. You're sitting up beneath me, leaning back against the wall as you pull me down hard on to your cock. We both shudder at the sensation.
I'm so tight and you're so hard and so big that thrusting is limited. You're pulling my shirt up over my head, and I return the favour before you pull one breast fm my bra. With enthusiasm, you take a nipple into your mouth, sucking and nipping as I squirm around your cock. You can feel me getting wetter, and you're firmly guiding my hips up and down. I'm riding your cock, my arms around your shoulders, tightening every muscle with the pleasure of your mouth on my breast.
'Baby, I'm so close, I'm gonna cum,' I moan, my eyes shut and my head thrown back.
The hand on my hip snakes down my bum, slides across the cheek, before running firmly across my asshole. The pleasure is intense and I'm begging incoherently to cum.
'Oh God baby,' you pant between kisses, 'I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum. Cum for me, baby. Cum with me!'
You're pulling me down on to your cock as you thrust hard and deep into me. I yell as I feel you cum inside me, my own pleasure and orgasm making yours even more intense as I tighten around you.

Moving more gently against each other, my head drops on to your shoulder. Gently sucking your earlobe I whisper, 'That was fantastic - dirty housewives indeed.'
You laugh as you pull me to lie down next to you, and we finally settle into that nap.

Bunnies and Other Minxes

'Who's idea was it to have a costume party?' I grumble, rummaging through the bathroom drawer. 'Past the age of four, who looks forward to playing dress ups on a Saturday nite?'

You laugh in the shower. Turning to glance at you, I'm hit again by how attractive you are. A shiver of pleasure runs through me - this gorgeous man is mine! I'm transfixed as a line of bubbles runs down your chest, over your belly, and ever lower... You shaved for me that morning, and I can just imagine the smooth, satiny skin of your groin, the hard heat of your quickly erect cock... You follow my gaze, before smiling, 'See anything you like?'

'Plenty,' I reply tartly, 'But SOMEONE has colleagues who thinks playing dress ups is appropriate out of hours, so we have to get ready.'

You frown. I laugh, and continue applying eyeliner. 'It's just not fair. You lot'll turn up in cams, and be all, We're done! This shit takes HOURS,' I demonstrate my hair and make up.

'Baby, if you're this upset, we'll blow it off. It's not worth you being sad.'

I soften in the face of your kindness. 'Oh hon, it'll be fine. You know me - I just like to have a bitch to keep myself in shape. Use it or lose it!'

You swat me with your towel as you head out to the bedroom. 'Will you be long?'

'Two more minutes in here, then into my costume, and we're on the road.'

'Okay baby,' you call. I hear you in the bedroom, opening the wardrobe, as I apply mascara. You're heading down the hallway as one more layer of red lipstick is smoothed across my lips. The television is on as I scamper into the bedroom.

'Hey,' you call, 'You never told me what you were going as.'

'My father's worst nightmare,' I call, walking up the hallway.

'???'

'How could I not be?' I purr as I enter the living room. In my black leotard, with black, lace-topped stay ups, and high heels, I'm feeling vaguely silly. The rabbit tail and ears push me over into ridiculous. The cuffs and collar mean I am officially the wrong side of elegant. Somehow, you're not bothered.

'I know that face,' I warn, backing away from you.

'Oh yes?' You laugh, stepping closer.

'Yes, that is the face that says, We're going to be late because you wish to look at my underpants. Well, it's not gonna happen,' I threaten, picking up my handbag, and wrapping myself in a coat. (What WILL the neighbours think?!) 'Mainly because I'm not wearing any,' I throw over my shoulder as I swing out the door. You groan, rearranging your trousers, before following me downstairs.

The truck is parked down the end of the street - the hot Spring day bought everyone down to the beach, so we're by the park. I walked ahead, swinging my hips, and hoping you're enjoying my fluffy ears. You parked on a funny angle - the uneven curbs aren't helping any - and the truck seems a long way up.

'I'm not sure I can stretch in this outfit,' I say doubtfully, pulling the door open. 'Babes, you may have to help.'

You're around my side of the car in a flash. 'How?'

'Um, push?' Neither of us are readily informed on bunny physics.

One foot on the running board, I throw my arm round your neck. Your bending slightly to slip an arm under my legs. I'm leaning forwards when two fingers slide under the elastic of my leotard. Looking down, you're smiling.

'I was just checking,' you say, your innocence palpable.

My breathing has quickened. 'Oh yes? And what have you found?'

Effortlessly, you deposit me into my seat, your fingers slipping out of me. 'That you're all wet.'

Striding round to your side of the car, you're in, locking the doors, and pulling me towards you. Kissing hungrily, you pull my coat down my arms, and I'm shrugging out of it frantically. Your hand is on my breast, in between my legs, and I'm moaning.

'Here, here,' I plead, unzipping your flies. Awkwardly, I slide onto your lap, pulling the leotard aside, and oh God oh God oh God, you're in me.

My head's on your shoulder, and I'm kissing the side of your neck. It's cramped and difficult, but you're doing admirably. In minutes, I'm throwing my head back, crying out and tightening around you. I love that you make me cum.

Sliding back onto my seat, I'm kneeling, take your still hard cock in my mouth - it's your turn. With my fingertips just stroking your shaft, and my tongue teasing the head, it's not long before you arch, and cum. Swallowing every drop, I clean you up lovingly before sitting properly in my seat and organising myself.

'I guess I just found my party mood.'

Easy Like Sunday Morning

You stretch as you awake, limbs stiff, but careful not to slide across to my side of the bed, and knock me. Rolling onto your side, you smile expectantly. But I'm not there.

You're confused. You're pretty sure we went to sleep together last nite, your arm over my belly so you could pull me close enough to nuzzle the back of my neck as I chirped with sleepy pleasure, and surely I was there for this morning's early morning lovemaking, but the bed is now decidedly empty.

Propping yourself up, you call out. Perhaps I'm in the bathroom, or brewing up in the kitchen? But the flat is still in the way the only empty spaces come be. My fone is by the bed - wherever I've gone, I'll be back shortly. Making your way into the kitchen, you put the kettle on. My handbag is still on the table, but my keys aren't. It's clear I've just ducked out for a minute.

Taking your coffee back to bed, you continue reading your book. It's too early to start the day, and part of you hopes that I'll accept the invitation to come back to bed when I come back. You smile slightly at the thought - nothing beats a long, chilled out weekend in bed together, reading, talking, snoozing, touching...

Sure enough, my key turns in the lock in the next half hour. Throwing the sheet off, you head to the living room to greet me.

My lithe, tanned body is clad only in pink running shorts, and a singlet. So tight are my clothes they could have been painted on. Still regaining my breath, you don't say anything as I duck into the kitchen for a drink of water. With my iPod playing, I didn't hear you coming, and I'm still unaware you're watching as I start to stretch. With slow intensity, I work through my cool down, stretching out my ankles and calves, before lying down to stretch my back - running back up the hill from the beach to the flat on the pavement is always such a shit after running on the sand. With my head to the door, and my arms above my head, my shorts are pulled up between my legs, and it's clear that I'm not wearing anything underneath them. You're aroused by the sight, by the thought of the material pulling and rubbing across my naked pussy as I run. Is it your imagination, or are the shorts the tiniest bit wet?

I'm pulling my knees up to my chest, sighing with the pleasurable ache of the stretch, and providing an even more explicit view. There's something vaguely naughty about watching me without me knowing, and seeing so much, but it's erotic. You think, fleetingly, how glad you are that I came back home before stretching, jealous of the strangers who, no doubt, would have enjoyed this same view had I stretched down at the beach.

This cheekiness, however, does not prepare you for the fact that, after I finish stretching, I remain on the floor, and let a hand drift down my body. Slowly, circling and stroking my breast, my right hand slips down across my belly, and in between my thighs. I'm lightly teasing myself through my shorts, stroking and rubbing my pussy, and rocking my hips under my own ministrations. The teasing becomes more deliberate as I slide one, two, three fingers into my waiting self, my wetness leaving no resistance. A moan of pleasure issues from my parted lips, and now I'm moving harder against my hand, slipping my fingers in further, and pushing harder.

You're turned on, your hard cock straining against your briefs, and then you're stepping out of them, using your hands on yourself, and drinking in the picture of me on the floor, touching myself.

I'm sliding my shorts aside, pulling my lips open so I can tease my clit in juuust the right way. I'm dipping into my pussy, rubbing the wetness across my clit, my movements becoming erratic and more frenzied until, with quiet pleasure, I cum. My muscles tighten, my fingers still inside me, and from your position, you can see the shudders of pleasure running thru my whole body. To have a beautiful girl masturbating unashamedly, the wicked pleasure of this secret show - you're just as aroused as I am, and your hand tightens around your cock. Moving across to me, you're kneeling beside me, gently touching my face. I'm not startled - I'm too relaxed in my own pleasure - but tenderly in love with you. I sit up to kiss you, stroking your cheek gently, aware that you can smell my arousal on my fingers. "How, baby?" I whisper against your lips.

What first? My talented mouth? Or my wet, open pussy? Gently, you push me back down, before kneeling between my thighs, and pulling my wet shorts aside. Sliding into me, you moan at the sensation of the hot wetness around your cock as you bury yourself deep inside me.

I wrap my thighs around you, slowing your strokes. Intently, with great tenderness, we watch look at each other. This is intensely present lovemaking, and we're both in the moment, in each other, to the exclusion of the rest of the world.

With a long sigh, I begin to shudder again, drawing you into your own orgasm.

I am not afraid to cum with my eyes open. I like it when you watch.