It is after the morning rush and prior to the lunch rush, the time I usually find myself at my favotite downtown coffee house. They make a perfectly strong Americano. I am a regular here, as are many others. For the last month or so I have been seeing this man, he is dark brooding, perhaps five plus years older than me. We have an acknowledged glance as two downtown coffee lovers nothing more.

Until today, today I was waiting in line as he was receiving his coffee and leaving the counter to find a seat, where he normally buries his head into The Times, but today, and I do not know what it was; perhaps it was my new skirt, which has extreme darts sewn into the back that accentuates my already curved ass, maybe it was black shoe with wood heels that make my calves look vigorous and strong, maybe it was the bare smooth legs, maybe it was the smoky lip gloss, but when he glanced at me I knew exactly what this fleeting look proposed. Usually I would either miss such momentary glimpses or become overwhelmed with coyness and dismiss the gaze and focus my eyes to the floor. However; today I was flooded with a wave of unabashed sexuality. I, without delay, forwardly returned his gaze, with a raise of my eyebrow and a small parting and lick of my lips. Our eyes locked and we knowingly understood something enticing was about to ensue.

I sugared and creamed my coffee, took a deep breath and found a seat across the room from him, but in clear view. He is wearing a dark suit that matches his olive skin and dark peppered hair, not perfectly pressed, but not wrinkled either. I look over at him–seeing him look directly at me, watching him shift in his chair to obviously alter what was beginning to swell. The move mesmerized me and I held my gaze, so much so that for a moment he dropped his, but only for a moment. When he looked back at me I moistened my lips with my tongue and gave a slight bite to my bottom lip. Taking one more sip on my coffee and without taking my eyes off him rise from my chair.

I feel his eyes following my back side as I walk toward the women’s room. When I reach the door, I pause and look back at him unashamed at my lust that is beginning to make me wet. I disappear behind the door, I enter, straighten myself in the mirror and anticipate his entrance. He does not leave me waiting long. The door and he locks it behind him. I turn to meet him and he grabs me and forces me back toward the mirror my ass into him. Grabbing my head from behind, pulling it to one side and he begins to kiss my neck from behind. I feel myself melt under the grasp of his forceful pull. His hand slides under my blouse and beneath my flimsy bra, as he grasps at my flesh I feel the warmth radiating from his strong hand. His lips move from my neck toward my ear and he whispers “lift that skirt and spread your legs.” I comply. Sustaining his grip on my breast while his other hand travels up the back of my hiked skirt. I begin to pant the closer he gets to my now dripping pussy. His fingers graze my lips through the fabric of my panties, causing me to let out a slight low moan. This moan causes him to pull his hand away. I am confused with a hint of torment. He grabs his handkerchief from his breast pocket and assertively stuffs it into my mouth. I am shocked and turned on beyond belief. He then tells me “You need to be silent,” as his hand then moves up the back of my skirt again, I am more wet than before, if that is possible.

Exploring the mountains of ass and assertively pawing at the foothill of the junction between my thighs, he grabs my panties from the fabric trinagle between my legs and yanks them down as far as the brown lace will stretch past splayed legs. As he yanks my skirt further up around waist his hand never leaving my body seeks out the heat between my legs. His touch is vehement, unruly and makes me soak as he parts my slick slit with this stroke, if my mouth was not stuffed I would have surely let out a deep moan.

Plunging deeply into my cunt as he pulls me back into his body his other hand still around my breast, he begins to kiss the side of my neck with more force until it feels like I am about to melt upon his fingers and fist. He speaks softly in my ear “you are a fucking wet irresistible bitch.” I respond by pulling his fingers into me further with firmest clinch this pussy can pull. He continues to work it. I am rocking harder and grinding myself atop his whole hand. Removing his other from my blouse and down to my clit, which he also begins working feverishly on. In a matter of moments I feel myself seize around his hand as he lifts me off the ground by my cunt and I cum hard, I feel myself grabbing tightly around his fingers clinching, twitching, then a spill of sweet release, the inside of thighs dripping and his fist and fingers are covered in me. He slides them out from deep and rubs my entire pussy. Pulling them out, he slides two of the fingers in his mouth and in my ear tells me just how “fucking delicious” I am. Pulling at me one last time and passing his lips across my neck, he removes his handkerchief and slides his slick fingers in its place, so I can taste for myself. He then turns a walks out, leaving me week in the knees with my panties stuck somewhere between knees and floor, skirt hiked, panting in a whimpering mess.

I love coffee.

I want this sooooo bad. I love my  other wand, I can only imagine the blasting soaking induced orgasm this one delivers. But really? $300? Ouch? Does it spoon me afterward?

This beautiful photo (not me) was created by Naken Bilderna.

Thank you, I love it.

Technology is fucking with me. Working on all the little glitches and will be back with the smut very soon. Stick with me.

I requested, well I requested in the written word –a supplication for cum. I mentally requested and answered with an eager nod when he asked me…

“do you want me to cum all over your slutty little face?”

Having his cock in my mouth and my pussy all morning made me feel right, I was soft he was rigid. We rolled around the big hotel bed, making the sheets wet and messy with sweat and fluids, mostly mine. Underneath his body, his cock being fed to me–fucking my word hole, his large frame made me feel small. I like that. Mashing my tits together he plunged his slick with saliva cock in the mounds of soft flesh.

“are you ready?

I enveloped his cock more…

“do you want me to cum all over your slutty little face?”

My pleading nod said it all.

He slid from between my breast inching up toward my face.

My cunt throbbing as I watched him stroke his rock (have I told you lately how much I love watching a man stroke his own), his head dropping down, his eyes on me, moving in closer, his hand grazes my chin placing my face in just right position for impact. His stroke is slow now, everything is slow now. Slow motion. His cock twitching as strokes upward.
The years of anticipation building, finally I am going to feel cum hit my face. I am wearing the biggest fuck me smile. Lowering his, his cock one last stroke and his cum shoots out in hot streams of silver and white, cascading across my chin, cheeks and straight into my mouth. He taste good, my tongue begins to lap up the cum off my lips. My pussy continues to throb. He grabs the camera we have been keeping by the bed for such occasions–and snaps three in a row for my memories. Two of them are very hot, one is me with my big Vixen smile covered in cum.

There was nothing that could really prepare my ass for his cock. I spent the weeks prior to our meeting playing in my own tightest space, fingers, plugs and vibes of varied sizes. I thought my ass was ready for deep tight lovin’, but not so.

I had not anticipated his cock would get that hard, I thought the living flesh of this man would have some give, but no no no. Truly I would not have had it any other way, I was constantly astonished at just how hard he got. My hand wrapped, gripping around his beam–mine to use–- momentarily. Then I would become the one he used. His round full head finding my tight little bud, a bud closed so tight you would think nothing had been there before. His throb wanted in. The pain surged through my entire my body as he tried.

“NO, no, no–it hurts baby.”

The pain.

He slowed way down and became full of a tenderness I was seeing for the first time, he must have really wanted in my tight little ass. Whispering into my ear all the right words to make my body become nice and tender, loose, ready for entry. Slowly, his hand on my ass and the other on the small of my back–him in control, but me thinking that I might have been–we try again.

His big round tip begins to spread my bud open, pain rolls through my body like a wave, breathing I begin to accept it, I push my ass down further into him. My ass beginning to appease cock and my mind finding a quell, the pain turning to velvet solace. The round tip of his cock was in, I felt high, he tried to thrust and I yelped in pain. I was thoroughly surprised considering I had my big blue vibe in there with not as much pain that was ebbing through my body associated with his rock cock.

“Just slow down” I demanded–my ass clinching and my thoughts racing.

Taking a deep breath, I recall to memory just how good I know this is going to feel once we get to where we need to be. Breath. Let go. Open. I slide down and accept the pain that flows into me, which subsides as quickly as it came. Your inside my tightest space, my bud wide open like spring and it feels exceptional, just like springtime. My tightest hole accepting the heat that emanates from you solidity. I am on– my ass rocking into you, pulling up and grinding down, my pussy in full bloom dripping her own honey. I get so wet when you are inside my ass. It’s on now, pain long gone and given over to bliss. Looking down at you as I ride your cock, your eyes closed in those fuck me slits, so lost are we. My pussy streaming full of want and lust, my fingers slip and explore my open hole and clit. It’s perfect, it’s not control, it’s not you over me, it’s you in me. It’s me dripping on you.

“fuck my ass baby, please…”

Ok Loves–

Sifting thorough my past–and since ass play is where I’m at these day– I dug this one from the vaults–an oldie but goodie. This tale of tail include the man/character I call the Great White Shark– damn he has a nice thick long cock, a contagious smile and that ass hole East Coast attitude and voice that makes me dripping wet. I may have to re-post his other fuck me cock stories.   xoxo, lv

Suffice it to say, ass play has been on my mind all week—okay– for the last two weeks. Okay—since I let the Great White Shark take it. Whew–and what a take it was. It had been five years since I last had a lover who was into this, or should I say, who I would let, or could get me relaxed enough, get it in. I am not sure what it is about the Great White Shark, but he has this ability to revolt and turn me on simultaneously. It’s fucking hot. He is the perfect undetectable predator, looks so cute, but sexually driven, compulsive, lecherous, and a rough fucking ride. It is making me wet thinking about him.

Walking to my car, my cunt is still dripping in my own cum and I am probably still staggering a bit from being bent over and taken deeply for the past forty minutes by his fantastic cock.

We arrive, I am expecting to say our goodbyes, instead he asks if I want to smoke a little weed. I really do not smoke too often, but I agree. I unlock the passenger side and let him in. We smoke and began to talk about various sexual topics. I guess he assumed that I had just fucked him in the alley, I was full time slut, when in actuality, I am only a part time slut.

He asks me a barrage of questions, which for the most part proves my part-time slutiness.

“Have you ever fucked a black guy?”

“Yes, of course, the security guard at my work is black and I fucked and sucked him in the library.”

Nodding, with an evil glint.

“Have you ever been taken from behind?” I smile, “’Yes, the last time was about five years ago,and since you bring it up-well–he was black, too.” This obviously turns him on.

He grabs my thigh and says in that thick east coast intonation, “Oh my god you’re a hot little bitch, that’s so fucking hot.” Then he asks me “Have you ever been DP’ed?”

I flash a quizzical look at him, answering “I don’t know.” He looks at me like I am crazy, and then proceeds to tell me what it is. I shake my head vigorously—Oh no no no, not innocent me.

“Just because I screwed you and blew you in the alley doesn’t mean I am a complete slut.” Or does it? So begins his argument  of just how much I would like it, saying, “Oh girlie, your body is made for it, sexy bitch, you would love to be filled with two fucking huge cocks, me being one of them.” He grabs my hand and forces it on to his cock, which is huge and throbbing again, ready to go. I fucking love that.

All of a sudden he drops the seat on his side of the car, and commands that I move over. Sliding over, he tells me “not that way, turn around, let me see that ass.” I do as he tells me. I am behaving like some girl I don’t altogether recognize, but I am completely turned on, instantly lusty–concupiscent. He yanks my skirt past my waist, snatches my panties down past my thighs, while pushing my face and body into the seat, then proceeds to lay down a series of unrelenting swats to my round ass. It fucking stings, burns electric and makes me beyond wet. He grabs at my pussy, pulling the lips to fullness, rubbing firmly into the folds, making me liquefy. His hand cunningly wraps around my throat as he plunges his immense dick into my cunt. I swallow him up; he begins to pummel and hit it. I am moaning and my pussy is aching in an instant.The car is rocking to our strong rhythm. I am choking and loving it. He is a beast, and it drives me over the edge. I beg for him to take all of me. “Please take me, I want your cock in my ass.” I do not even recognize my own voice coming from my mouth.

I am not sure what it is about this night, but I am obsessed. He tries, and I clench up, oh–it hurts. My sacred space is tight tight tight. Closed, in fact. Giving up–saying, “well sexy bitch, I guess your job is to get fucked in the ass before I see you again, so I can fit my cock in there.” Disgusted and equally turned on by his comment I beg him, “no no” whining and whimpering, “you take me, please, please fuck me in the ass.”

Turning even more arrogant–if that is possible—“well, let me see.”

He swipes his whole hand into my pussy and brings forth the juice that is running in between my thighs and rubs it all over my star. Using his saliva on his cock, he slowly begins to enter my tightest space. I breathe a yoga breath, try not to clinch or flinch. He stops. Deep and low he rumbles into my ear “are you gonna let me do this or what?” I can only nod because his palm is covering my mouth, “then relax, slut.” I feel his tip push in–pop–I release, I concede and my ass opens up, and he is thrusting gradually into me. His stroke picks up speed and I am being splayed and fucked, my cunt is oozing, my car is rocking, the rain is pouring down, the widows are fogged, my brain is numb, my ass cheeks are being smacked raw, and my puckered star is wide open to the Great White Shark. I am his, fully.

My mind is drifting into a haze of gratification and pain. The Shark is riding me like the brute he is. Lost. He has taken complete control of me. My authority stripped. It is the trading in of my dominance. This is rare, and I like it. I can no longer hear him speaking, only bits and pieces, “you like this, sexy bitch?” speaking not to hear me answer, considering his hand is still clutched over my mouth. I like being called a sexy bitch. He begins to thrust unyielding, deeper. I can feel myself being pushed to the edge, it only takes one more hard thrust and one more “sexy bitch” and I cum, my secret space still being filled to the rim. Stuffed by his cock. I feel my fluid running down the inside of my thighs, my pussy wide open, raw, pulsating from orgasm, as my ass is crammed. When I cum I loose all sense and composure and the Shark pulls harder down on my jaw, his other hand grasping tightly onto my shoulder pulling my ass further onto his cock, as he blasts cum into me.

We are a fuck mess. Grabbing a stack of napkins, he pulls his dick out, places the stack over my hole, moving my hand to hold them in place and pushes himself off of me and out the passenger side door. I feel cemented to the seat, like I have been pushed so far into it that my body has melded. I am beat, in the best possible way. When I do finally lift my body up and wobble my way to standing, I immediately feel the soak run between my legs. I am shocked and I feel a fire blush flood my face, as he looks at me with a cocky smile, “You liked that, didn’t ya, you fucking sexy bitch.”

drunk on your spit and pre-fluid–on what’s to come
confidence like love is fleeting
I am caught in a pattern–ebb and flow
the sacrifices made for cock and hunting

eager between my legs–set logic to static
white noise fills the voids and fingers the holes
my wave of ripples to catch your swell

sunbaked in august
the love affair of late September
fog rolls and never leaves

clinched jaw–wired to taste
metal mouth and oral narratives
cinch the deal

the shape of things contemplated
added upon–analyzed
our story is over were the words trickled
before I understood them

And on  a quick note–tonight is the premiere of the Good Vibrations Erotic Film Fest, IXFF. Though our film was not accepted and I am still slightly bitter, I will be attending–so…come sit in the dark with me and stay tuned to find out about our own film fest (rejected erotica?).

Tonight’s Event

When: Thursday, September 17th
Time: PRE-PARTY 7:00 – 8:00 pm, SCREENING: 8:00pm
Cost: $10 Pre-party, $10 Screening
Where: Castro Theatre, 429 Castro Street, San Francisco, CA 94109
(415) 621-6120

I had the chance to engage in some day off naughty phone fun. Phone sex is not something I engage in on a regular basis, I am, strangely- a woman of few words and when having sex I am more on the quiet side, not screamer or heavy moaner, but a panter, releaser of soft base growls, I whimper, and I am not a huge talker in general. I can spew forth on paper, but sometimes, when it comes to speaking about how I am want to suck your cock, or what I want you to do to my pussy–I clam up. A slight shy streak. Lucky for me my playmate took over.

It was a long affair, we were on the phone for over an hour. There where directives and motives to be followed. It was perfect, because sometimes–I love to be told what to do. In fact, last week–I was contemplating placing an ad on Craig’s List to find me a frisky task master. You know someone who will email or text message me throughout the day with naughty tasks to carry out–all while dually serving as the upstanding library girl I am, but who just under those panties is a raging, insatiable pussy. Anyway–CL ad diverted,thankfully,–didn’t need to add that addiction to my plate this week (those fucking addictions always want to pop up when I have an over abundance of things to deal with).

This was our first phone conversation, smooth, easy enough–banter, which I love. Then the directions began. He instructs me to get, my–vibrator, magic bullet, butt plug, nipple clamps and camera. Wow, now that is a shopping list. I am already slick, my cunt could cum before we even start. Climbing in bed I set the phone to speaker and strip down, sliding under the covers. He instructs me to put the clamps on. I put one clamp on–breath–the second clamp. “Tighten them.” I do. Ouch, I do not wear them too often, it is painful for me.

Verbal naughty cues, “rub your pussy–is it wet, are your wearing panties? Go get some panties and put them on, I want you to rub that slit through your panties. “ I do, picking a nice autumn green lace pair, pulling them up over my round rump and then jump back in bed. “Tighten the clips.” I do. “Now rub your lips, your wet little pussy–make those panties wet for me.” I do, very wet.

“Take them off.” I do. “Good, start pushing them inside yourself.” What!, I am surprised, if I knew this was the plan I would have grabbed a tiny thong. It was quite difficult, but I did it, my inside was now full of items that belong on the outside, stuffed full of autumn green lace. “Rub your pussy and get yourself soaking wet.” I do, surprisingly enough, even with all that fabric absorbing from the inside. “Slide a wet finger from your pussy slick to your ass–now two–keep rubbing your pussy.” I do. The fingers in my tight little star make me want to cum I can’t help myself. In a strong wave of push and pull–one hand caressing my stuffed pussy and the other with two fingers slid into my tightest space; my flesh contracting clamping around them, the sounds emanating prove my loss of control and the entry into the abstract, I come.

Disembarking from the stars of coming, I think wow a little quick, but good first phone sex call, but we’re not done yet. You tell me to to get the vibrator out–”turn it on, put one inch inside your cunt, and your finger back in your ass. Now fuck yourself, but don’t fill yourself.” I think how could I be filled with these panties lodged inside me. “Now two inches.” No way, not possible, my cunt is so full, there is no way I can fit my big blue dildo in. Two inches are now in. I pull those inches all the way out then back in, with each entry a little bit further into the depths of my sex core. “Deeper, pull it in and out, nice long strokes, fuck yourself like it’s my cock i, like I would–slow long drives.” I do. Soon enough big blue is filling me, my wrist and hand driving in the long strokes, it becomes a mix of pain and ‘damn that feels good’ pleasure. “Harder, fuck your pussy, like it’s cock, like it’s my cock.” The vibration of the dildo and the pounding make me come again in a matter of minutes. It is one of those headache comes, where my brain feels like it full of a throbbing ache, that will only subside when I come. My cunt begins to clinch and pull with each thrust, she wants to seize the cock, the panties have been pushed deep against my cervix. The ridges on big blue rub the walls of flesh inside me, one last pull and thrust back in–and my cunt takes over. As I come, the clinch of my pussy is like a vice and all the pain in my brain throbs, a wave travels from the junction between my legs up my spine, exploding in my brain- then released out from the top of my head, my tensed body slowly uncoils and releases. The sex tension head-ached mind is now swimming in dopamine.

“Pull that vibrator out of your pussy–you sexy bitch.” Of course the kitty doesn’t want let go, as I pull–my cunt does too, I try to relax my lower half, try pushing it out with my muscles, but my pussy with her mind of her own, thinks she found a cock, silly pussy. Finally it comes out, along with a trail of wet slick from inside me. “Now slide the tip of the wet dildo in your ass.” What! more, I am done, I came twice, but I do it. My ass is tight, this cock is hard and rigid, I have never had it in my ass. Being all sexed up though makes it relatively easy. I use the juice from my pussy as a my lubricant, slowly working the tip in. “Slowly feel it, work it around your ass, slowly, a little deeper each time.” I do, it feel so good. “Rub your pussy.” I already was, she gets so wet and full when something enters my ass. Instant girl gloss coats my fingertips. The sounds I now make are guttural, just what you would expect from a quiet girl getting fucked in the ass. Big blue is half way in and my pussy is loving every minute of it. Just like the last time I had anal sex, my cunt responds favorably, dripping, even while being stuffed with lace. The dildo is all the way in, my ass is being fucked, the vibrations feel like a deep rumbling from my center of gravity. Pussy soaking. “Get up on all fours and sit back on like you are riding my cock, sit on my cock.” I do. Another first, I am riding a dildo in my ass, imagining I am sitting on your lap riding your solid cock, I begin to grind and ride–trying to feel your strong thighs connected to mine, your cock buried deep into me.

“Ok Sexy bitch, Lay back down.” I do.

“Take the clamp off your tit and clip it to your clit.” I have never done that before either–I loosen the clamp and rouse my little pearl up and pinch it between the clamp and slowly, slowly release it. Oh my god! It feels so amazing, a sharp pain at first, but then total sensation fills my body, like my little button is the essence of everything else radiating from my body. “Good girl, okay now take your bullet vibe and rub it on your clit.” I now have the dildo in my tightest space, the clamp on my clit and begin to rub the bullet on it. It is like a wave of electricity courses through my entire body, everything clinches and releases all at once. I instantly soak all over myself, all over my bed, deep from within my liquid pours out, and I have the longest–slowest–sweetest come. There is a point when I come like this, that I almost stop myself, but then let it go and when it takes over the release is beyond just fluid, it pours out from my pussy in liquid form, but it’s a release of everything. Rational has absolutely no place on this plane of existence. I let go, and let go, and let go. Sweet release.

The final directive; “Get your camera, I want pictures of you pulling those soaking panties out of your cunt. Then get a baggie, put the panties in, take out all the air–then mail them to me.” Oh you naughty man. We let each other go, I get myself together and perform my last tasks. The panties are deep inside me, I snap the camera many times as I slowly pull them out, it is the image of green autumn against my backdrop of pink red pussy. I stand up and shake my head at my big wet spot, then take picture of it too.

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