I watch as the chilled wine splashes into a large wine glass, his hand then sliding the glass towards me across the smooth marble kitchen top.
I raise the glass to my lips and I down it in one. It’s not the way I imagine he expected me to drink it, but sipping means conversation and conversation isn’t what I came for.
I move around the large island in the centre of the kitchen, my hand trailing along the cool marble beneath my fingertips. When I reach him his eyes are fixed on me, his own wine glass halfway to his lips, my behaviour having stopped him in his tracks.
I slipped inside of her, like a hot knife through butter. I’d tied her up, fucked around with her, ignored her, treated her like an object and she’d got so wet I could see her juices dripping down towards her arse. When I finally let her come I realised I still wasn’t done with her.
I wanted to fuck her like the greedy little slut she was always so good at being. Her cunt always ready, her filthy little mouth eager to be fucked, and even when I’d had my way with her she’d nuzzle against me, into my neck, against my cock, my feet, essentially anywhere she could reach. Trying to entice a little more action out of me.
Today she had her orders, I’d counted her down to her orgasm, and now she had to count up. How many orgasms could she had while I was pounding her cunt with my cock!
It’s the first #SoSS of the year, that’s right, we’re still being shadowbanned and silenced because we’re just too damn sexy for the rule makers of social media. Which means we need to promote each other and make sure our posts are being seen. If you’ve never joined in before then maybe 2019 is the perfect time to change that. Some of share weekly, some monthly and some as and when we can. There is no right or wrong.
With the grumble over, let the sexy commence. Here are six blog posts that caught my eye this week and you should all read them immediately.
Content Warning: Potential themes of Non-Consent, though in my head as I wrote all parties were willing even if explicit consent hadn’t been given, but it may be lines crossed for some people.
I shouldn’t do it! I really, really shouldn’t do it! They both sleep so deeply though and they responded so well the first time, which I never planned, it just kind of … happened!
It all started when I noticed their door was ajar as I went to the bathroom and moving to close it for them I noticed they both slept naked. Curiosity got the better of me and I crept forward to peek, just briefly, at their naked bodies sprawled and interlinking.
It was the curve of her breast that tempted me and as I imagined how they’d feel beneath my fingers I found myself edging ever closer to the bed and soon enough her smooth skin was beneath my touch. I had a feeling I could have asked for this anytime, they’d hinted … I think and flirted .. I think, but I was too embarrassed by my lack of experience to admit I was hot for them too.
With a flower in her hair and stars in her eyes she was incandescent as she made her way through the world, nature at her heels and a flourish in her step she beguiled all who met her but only a select few would be lucky enough to lay with her.
Today she stood wiggling her toes in the warm grass as she waited for her latest beau. The sun was high and hot, and all around her animals rested under the shade of nearby trees and wandered lazily to the stream to drink and bathe in the cool water.
She herself had spent the morning with her back against the trunk of large leafy oak as butterflies fluttered around her, so many of them were there that they seemed to be emerging from her, as her hands raked through her hair the butterflies seemed to emanate from within those soft tendrils, fluttering into the surrounding air before returning to her and landing on and around her.
My bare skin sticks to the leather couch, my knickers down, my skirt up, access for fingers and tongue to fuck.
Barely visible in the darkness a face gazes down upon me, her painted mouth agape seductively as if inviting someone to fill it.
My own lips mimic hers as you pull my hips towards you, my skin painfully peeling from the leather, as cock meets cunt.
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Song to the Siren by Larry Becket and Tim Buckley. Lyric images created with ImageQuote app.
The waves lap at the hull of the boat. There are no other seaworthy vessels to be seen for miles. I am adrift, and I am lost. Though not as it might seem to some in a navigational sense, I am lost of heart, adrift in a sea of longing. I remember with a dull ache in my chest and I must confess a throbbing in my cock, how your eyes sparkled as I drew your lips to mine, your fingers firm and certain guiding my hard length into as yet unexplored waters.
My heart sang, or perhaps you sang to me, I cannot recall the details, the memories of our union made hazy by the way you enveloped me, your entire being taking over mine, your existence in my world and your proximity to my body rendering everything but my knowledge of you utterly unimportant.