FOR BH

Always looking for a good time, it seemed, she was really just a girl who craved attention and someone who enjoyed being with her. Only her true friends knew she was just like any other woman, a good person who needed and loved and wanted that special someone in her life one day. They were the only ones who would see the real side of her, who would know the why behind her sadness or anger.

It's not always a good idea to let someone see how you feel, especially a stranger. At least, not the reason you have one too many or why you crave a good fight. Sometimes it's easier to be distracted. Sometimes you need to be distracted.

She'd been with her friends earlier, just a night out, unwinding from a long day at work. They'd left her at the table with a guy who'd come in earlier, someone who'd noticed her almost immediately. He was a big man, but not from being overweight, just tall and solid, someone who looked like he could definately take care of himself. He wasn't a shy man, having gone over to the table and said hello to everyone, but it was clear by the way he seemed to look at her that she was the one he wanted.

She was her usual self, not very interested, it seemed, but her friends could tell.
Friends have a way of seeing the truth in things, whether you want to admit it or not. They knew she was very interested in this man, and they took this as a reason to leave them alone.

She politely refused another drink from him, not because she wanted to, but because she wanted to keep her head about her. She knew this man would not just get up and leave her. She already knew, at least for herself, that she wanted to fuck this man. Watching him as he talked, she imagined what it would feel like to have him touch her, to taste her, to be inside her. At one point she realized she hadn't heard what he just said.

She was very wet.

"I'm sorry?"

He smiled at her and placed his hand on hers. "I said, let's get out of here, if you'd like, take a walk."

Before she knew what she was doing, he took her hand and they walked out the door. He still held her hand as they walked down the street, towards the lake and a park nearby. Her heart was racing; she would never admit it to anyone, but she loved this little romantic touch, even if all it was was holding hands. It felt good.

At one in the morning and no moon in the night sky, alone with a stranger she had just met, maybe she should have been a little more cautious. But he'd put her at ease; she felt comfortable with him. He slid his arm around her waist then. They stopped walking and in one fluid movement he pulled her up against him and kissed her. It was a gentle kiss, and it nearly took her breath away.

He ended the kiss and looked down at her; he was at least a foot taller than she was.

"You know what I want, don't you.." he asked her, and she could only nod her head. She felt his hands slide down her back and stop just above her ass. He held her against him, and she felt him, hard and big.

"I want to fuck you...I promise I won't hurt you...I just need to feel your cunt surround my cock..." and he took her hand and placed it on the bulge in his jeans. She looked down and groaned as her hand gently squeezed him. He was very hard now, and she couldn't wait. She started to unbuckle his belt, and he laughed, took her hand and told her to follow him.

They walked into the park, a small quiet place where people usually came to sit along the lake. The playground was several yards away, and this early in the morning, no one was around. They went over to a bench that faced the water, and he sat down, looking up at her, his hands starting to unbutton her blouse. Suddenly they heard voices, and looking across the water, they saw a couple walking along the lake's edge. He stood up , took her hand and led her away from the bench, towards a small building.

It was the bathrooms, with the cement walls that kept the doorways hidden. He led her around and in front of the men's door, and put his fingers to his lips, waiting to hear if anyone was inside. Satisfied they were alone, he slowly pushed her back against the wall, and kissed her, this time more anxious, his hands finishing what they had started. Opening her blouse, he unhooked her bra, peeling away both lacey cups, her hard nipples exposed to him. She could only watch as his hands cupped both breasts, his thumbs raking across each nipple. She moaned and he did it again, watching her as she closed her eyes and rested her head against the cement wall.

It felt so good to be touched this way. Her hands were splayed against the wall as she felt him teasing her. Suddenly she felt warmth and wet on her left nipple, and looking down she saw that he had gotten on his knees and was sucking her.

"Oh fuck.." she moaned, and her hands came up to hold his head against her. His tongue was flicking back and forth, then he would suck and moan on her, making her whimper, pulling off the one and taking the other into his mouth, doing the same thing to her again. She couldn't help but cry out, and feeling his hand travel up her thigh as he sucked her, she whispered "yesss," spreading her legs for him.

His tongue still licking, he slid his hand under her skirt, found her wet through her panties, and rubbed against them, making her moan. She gasped as his fingers slid underneath the edge, went further and found her clit. He took it between a finger and his thumb, and she almost screamed when he started to rub it between the two. He pulled off of her nipple as he still held her clit, and as she started to rock back and forth against his hand, he marvelled at how wet she was.

Suddenly she felt him tugging...pulling her panties. There was a ripping sound and she felt them fall away from her skin. He pushed her skirt up and she cried out when his tongue flicked across her clit. Looking down all she saw was the top of his head. His face was buried between her thighs, and she arched her back as she pushed her pussy against his face. His hands held onto her ass as he tasted her, and he moaned when he heard her whisper that she was close.

His hands pulled her closer, his mouth greedy to taste more, and soon she was cumming, her moans filling that corner they were in. He drank, her cum flowing onto his tongue, noisily taking her, wanting every drop she gave him.

She stood pinned up against the wall, his face still between her legs, his tongue lapping up her juices like a thirsty animal. She couldn't move very much, just stand there, starting to shake, her body feeling the aftershocks of her cum.

Suddenly the voices they heard were closer, and he stood up, her cum on his face. He grabbed her under each thigh, and when she looked up at him, he whispered for her to put her arms around his neck. She slid them up and over, and he pulled her legs up, one on each side of his waist, making a silent "shhhhhh" with his mouth and entered her as he pushed her against the wall.

It took everything she had to not scream. He was very hard and very big. As he entered her cunt, he had to fight to keep from moaning too loud. She was tight, wrapping around his cock greedily, and as he pushed into her all the way, she wrapped her legs around him, biting her lip as she took him deep. He was buried completely when he held her against the wall, not moving, pinning her with his cock. The voices were directly on the other side of where he was taking her, and he started fucking her, knowing he was making it difficult for her not to cry out; he was also having trouble...she felt so good on him, so wet and hungry.

His mouth on her ear, he whispered to her with every thrust.

"You're a great fuck, baby...such a hungry little cunt..."

All she could do was hold onto him. His thrusts were strong and deep, making her his...when he thrust so hard his cock hit her cunt wall, she whimpered, and he would shush her as he thrust again. He loved the way she clenched him with her pussy, and he knew if she kept doing that he would cum soon. He wanted to enjoy her as much as possible.

The voices on the other side were slowly driftng away, and he slowed his strokes, feeling her hold onto him tighten. She whispered "no" to him but he wouldn't go any faster, just a steady rythm in and out of her. He heard her beg him to take her again, to fuck her harder, deeper. He wanted to make her wait, but she was so greedy with that cunt, so hungry, and he couldn't help it.

He thrust into her as he pushed her against the wall, pumping her faster, until he was fucking her the way she wanted. She was moaning with each stroke, and neither cared anymore who heard them. He felt her get tighter, and knew she was going to cum for him.

"Beautifulcuntbabyohfuckyessogood....."

He was merciless, now. No holding back, he slammed her up against the wall as his big dick took her, not meaning to be so rough, but he couldn't help himself. She was enjoying every thrust, every deep stroke he gave her. She couldn't stop the sounds she made as he did this to her, and he was becoming just as loud as she was, his cock growing, his cum ready, soon.

Now they were in a perfect rythm, and when her orgasm hit her, it was full force and very hard. He was the only one holding her up, and as she exploded on him, he felt himself giving in. He finally surrendered to it, and when she felt him warm and wet inside her, she welcomed it.

He held her against the wall as he caught his breath, her legs locked around him and her hands on his chest, now. They were both shaking, and he kissed her cheek, asking her if she was okay.

"Mmmhhmmm" was all she could get out, and he carefully helped her step down to the ground, on legs so weak she needed help standing. He laughed and told her his weren't much better, then leaned with her against the wall as they both came down from that incredible ride.

His hands brushed her long hair back and she rested her head on his chest. He talked her into going over to the bench by the water, where they could rest a bit longer. He helped her walk with him, the two of them still shaking, and she mentioned how he had ripped off her panties. He just smiled at her, had her lay on the bench, and stroked her hair as she lay her head in his lap.

Before she dozed off, she kept telling herself that this was just for the fun of it. She needed it just as much as he did.

But it felt so good like this, too...

MORE THAN WILLING STUDENT

We dozed for a few hours after he took me, both exhausted and in need of rest. I've never been able to sleep in a strange place, much less with a stranger, even though I'd shared myself with him. But I fell asleep next to him, his arm around me and my head on his shoulder.

When I awoke, he was still asleep, and I very quietly pulled away from him, and went into the bathroom, being very careful not to make any noise when I closed the door.

I stood in front of the mirror, wondering if I looked any different. I certainly felt different. I slid my hand down the front of my body, down between my legs. I could feel how wet I was, and as I brought my hand back up, I expected to see blood. But there was nothing there, just a glistening wetness.

I brought it up to my nose and inhaled the scent of us. I loved the way we smelled together. I opened my mouth to taste us. Much better...delicious...

I heard his groan in the other room, and I realized he would be leaving this morning. I would go home, broken in, but no one to teach me anymore. His new home was hundreds of miles away.

I wanted him inside me again.

And I had him...or maybe I should say...he had me. When I woke him he pulled me on top of him and pulled me down onto his hard cock. The feeling of something so big entering my newly broken-in pussy was so powerful that I couldn't help but scream as he buried himself inside me.

I came almost immediately.

He decided to stay an extra day, and I called in sick that morning. He said he had other things to show me...

He had me bend over the dresser in his room and we watched ourselves in the mirror as he fucked me from behind.

I sat on the bathroom counter, wrapping my legs around him as he fucked me.

I knelt before him and sucked his cock until he told me he was ready. When he came, I looked up at him as I swallowed what he gave me.

He told me I was beautiful. That evening, as he made love to me, he held onto me as if he wasn't going to let me go. When he entered me for the last time, he told me how good I felt...as he got closer, he would say my name over and over...as he filled me again, I felt my own cum taking over. My legs wrapped around him, my hands pulling him into me, I came.

Soon after we fell asleep, again.

A perfect way to end a lesson.

B.O.B AND I

Things are looking up here. Lately, certain events have helped me get a better perspective on my life. Sometimes something would happen and I would usually get upset or over-stressed about it. Now I'm learning to not worry so much.

I still need to trust a little more...but that's going to take some time, I'm afraid.

Of course, the sex could be a little more often.

Who am I kidding?

A lot more often.

I love my toys, really I do, but I get tired of doing it all on my own.

Sometimes I just want a really good fucking....

While other days I want someone to make love to me...

On the bad days, I could use both.

Wouldn't it be great if you could call up DIAL-A-FUCK and make an appointment?

No, I don't mean a hooker or an escort.

Someone once told me that a woman has it easier, because if she wants a man she can get one so easily. All she has to do is flash a smile with the promise of a night (more likely a few minutes) of sexual favors and she gets what she wants....that it's the men who have a hard time getting a woman, and that they get turned down a lot more often than women do.

Maybe I'm not flashing enough, because it seems it's going to be B.O.B. and I tonight...

Again.

LOST FOREVER

We lay together after I took him in my mouth, my head on his chest and his fingers in my hair. He told me I was a quick learner, and that I made him feel the way he wanted to feel. Hearing that made me feel a little more sure of myself, and I moved up to kiss him. He seemed surprised at first, but the way he held me to him, and the way he kissed me back, I know that he welcomed it.

Suddenly, with his arms around me, he rolled the two of us over so that he was on top of me. It took me by surprise, making me laugh out loud. He smiled down at me, and when he wouldn't say anything, I asked him what was wrong.

"I'm not finished with you, yet, little girl..." and he softly kissed my mouth. My arms came up to slide around his neck, but he pushed them back down as he kissed my chin...down my neck. I closed my eyes and lay my hands flat beside me, but as he moved farther down, I couldn't help but hold his head in my hands. His mouth was all over my skin, making me gasp when he'd taste me.

I felt his lips moving over my right breast. By now I was breathing a lot heavier and when he just stopped and paused where he was, I let out a little whimper.

"Has anyone ever touched you like this?" he asked me, and his tongue flicked over my hard nipple. I moaned a "no" and he did it again, making me cry out. I released my hold on him and grabbed cloth on either side of me.

"My god, they're beautiful.." and he licked the other one twice, as his hand slid down my belly.

Now he took one in his mouth, and I felt him sucking it, his tongue sliding over me, and I moaned as I arched my back, my hands coming up to hold him to me. Suddenly his hand was between my legs, and his fingers found me again. He moaned on me as he fingered my clit, already hard and wet, and I came suddenly. He looked up as I came..."that's my girl.." and his fingers kept rubbing me. Slowly my orgasm faded, and I lay there beneath him. He looked me in the eye as he brought his hand up and took his wet fingers into his mouth.

"Mmmmm..." he whispered, and bent over to kiss me. It was then that I found out what I tasted like.

He told me I tasted good...I reached up to touch his face. After the way I was these last few hours, it was all I could do. This man had started something inside me, and I was enjoying it...immensely. He took my hand in his, kissed my palm, then pushed it down at my side as he kissed my belly....little kisses... farther down...his lips and his tongue...his teeth...making me squirm...fuck I knew what he was doing...and I couldn't stand the way he teased me....

He moved lower on my body, and suddenly he was between my legs, his tongue flicking across my hard clit. I gasped as he took it in his teeth, crying out, hands holding him to me, his mouth on me, his hands under my ass and holding me to him. I felt what was fast becoming familiar to me, my orgasm fast and strong, his moans against me making it all the more intense. He sucked me, and I jerked against him, his tongue everywhere, and I could only take it. He tasted me while I came, drinking me as I had him. I could barely breathe as I came down off of that incredible high, and I was shaking as he moved up and over me, his face close to mine, his body on me, and I felt how hard he was.

"I promise you it won't hurt for long, baby.." and he enetered me, slow but straightforward, and I felt pain, not terrible, but enough to make me cry out. He slid deep into me, filling me up with his cock, so hard, so big, I looked up at him wide eyed and hurting. He moaned as he took me, and as he slid deeper, je held me to him, whispering for me to just take him...I felt a tear roll down the side of my face, and he told me it would go away soon.

He started to move, in and out of me, every stroke hurting, each one less and less. "Fuck, you're tight...oh fuck.." and I could feel him...much easier. The pain was subsiding...I wrapped my legs around his waist as he fucked me...he whispered in my ear how good I was on him, and his strokes became faster...I moved against him, trying to take him harder, because now the pain was gone, and all I wanted was to feel him inside me...pounding...taking me...my first fuck...hard and fast...over and over...both of us moaning...his dick so deep inside me it hits the back of me, making me cry out, making me jump on him every time...I feel him growing even bigger inside me, and I see his face...the look of pure lust...his hands holding me as he pumps my cunt, a virgin no more, and I tell him I'm cumming....he moans "yessss.." and as I explode on his cock he cries out my name and cums with me...both of us so loud, so strong....

LEWIS STILL ROCKS!

...yes, he does...

A FAVORITE SUBJECT

We were in the bath for a few hours, it seemed; I lay against him as he would continue to touch and kiss me, bringing me to such delicious orgasms, my moans reverberating through the room. Once we heard somone next to our room, either readying for bed or the new day. I have no idea what time it was at this point, and I really didn't care. When we heard the noise of our neighbor, he deliberately started to rub my clit, making me cum quick and loud. He laughed when he pointed out to me that they had heard me, and that they were probably listening to everything, now.

Eventually he gently washed me, and helped me to stand to rinse first me, then himself with warm water. I was quite content to let him do this, so weak it seemed from my "lessons." I loved being his student, and I hoped that class wasn't over yet.

Helping me out of the tub, he wrapped a towel around me and pulled me to him, his hands slowly drying me with the soft cloth as he kissed me. After all of this it certainly was easier for me to return it. I loved the way he kissed me, so tender and gentle.

"You're a very good student.." he said, and when I smiled he kissed me again, then threw the towel to the floor, took my hand, and led me to the bed.

He turned to me and took my hands in his. "You want to learn more? he asked me, and I told him yes. Then he released my hands, and looking me in the eye, he told me to touch him.

I couldn't look away from him as I brought my hands up and placed them on his chest. I enjoyed feeling him, and when I started to slide my hands down, slowly, feeling everything I could with my fingers, he let out a low grown as I felt my way. I knew I was doing the right thing when he closed his eyes, a slight smile on his lips, and he whispered how good it felt. I looked down and watched as I traced a path down over his right nipple, and then leaned in to kiss it. When I did, he gasped and his hands were holding my face as I kissed the other one. I flicked my tongue across them and he hissed, tightening his hold on my head.

"You know what I want, don't you , baby?" he whispered, and I kept going lower, my lips caressing his skin, my tongue flicking back and forth. Lower I went, until I was on my knees. I kissed a spot just above his hard cock, and when I looked up at him he was staring down at me.

"Take it."

And I did. I was afraid...afraid I'd do it wrong, afraid he would be too big for me and make him angry, because he was a big man. It must have been at least eight inches if not more, and it was thick...

He told me how to take him...what pleased him...and how to enjoy him. That's just what I did...I liked doing this to him, for him, and it made me wet as I sucked his cock, hearing him moan my name as he thrust into my mouth. I tasted his precum, and when I did, he stopped moving into me.

"I'm close...I want to cum in your mouth...will you swallow my cum?"

I looked up at him, so hard in my mouth, so close to cumming...I wanted to please him so much...I moaned and started to stroke him with my mouth.

He moaned "oh fuck" and soon he was fucking my mouth, his cock driving deep to the back of my throat. I felt him growing even more, and I thought he would choke me, but I was able to control myself. I took him...and he exploded in me.

So much hot cum in my mouth, I couldn't help but swallow it...he was pumping my mouth as fast as his cock was pumping his load into me. His moans were so loud, and I loved hearing him like this, crying out his release as he made me take him. His hands were pulling me to him, and I loved every thrust he gave me, the way his dick jerked as his cum continued to pour more into me.

This would be one of my favorite lessons...and I realized that it was only getting better....

FIRST TIME

When I lost my virginity at twenty, it wasn't the best experience in the world. He was very drunk, and I was thinking I'd never get rid of it...so I went home with him. Eventually I pissed him off by changing my mind, and I think he passed out not soon after. I left, realizing I'd made a mistake.

I guess you could say he'd done enough to make it easier when I did decide to go ahead with it.

And can you believe I don't remember who that was? How disappointing.

I don't know how it is for anyone else, but I've always had a bit of a romantic notion about when I was "deflowered."

Maybe he'd be someone I'd date a couple of times, and finally decide I liked him enough to let him take what I wanted to give up. He would always be respectable,
but I'd also know he was very attracted to me. Of course I would also know all the right words to say, blush when it made me look cute instead of embarrassed, and by some miraculous feat, know all the right things to do to make him love me (at least for the moment).

He'd talked me into going back to his place with him, this man I'd met earlier in the evening. So nice to me, polite, fun to talk to, he'd look me in the eye as I talked and he had a way of always seeming to touch me...a hand on the arm or on my back...which drove me crazy.

It seemed we talked for hours in that bar, two people sitting at a corner table, and if I wanted a drink he was always insistant on buying.

Eventually that led to coffee at a local diner, where we continued our conversation, only a bit more serious...about life and love and plans for the future...he was passing through town, a traveler on his way to a new city, trying to move away from some bad luck. For some reason he was interested in me. His place was a local motel.

We drove there in my truck...I didn't want to be stuck somewhere with no way to get away. Parking in front of his door, I left the engine running and decided to confess...

"I've never done this before.." I said. He smiled at me and said he hadn't done this in a long time, but when I kept looking at him without saying anything, his smile seemed to disappeared, and with a puzzled look on his face, he said, "oh... you mean never..." I nodded my head, getting more and more scared every minute. I'd made a fool of myself, I was sure, and now he was going to be pissed at me.

I could feel tears starting to well up, and I turned to face the front of the dashboard, my hand on the keys, as I tell him he could leave, that I wouldn't blame him. I feel his hand on my arm, and when I dare to look at him, he smiles.

"I don't want to push you, but I won't pretend I wouldn't want to be with you..."

He brushes a strand of hair out of my eyes...his touch is electric...and I can't help but smile when he does this. Then in one slow movement, his hand slides behind my head and pulls me to him. His mouth is on mine, in a gentle kiss, long but tender, and I know right then that this is the one I will surrender to for the very first time.

The kiss ends, but he is so close to me, his face in front of mine, his hand now on the side of my neck as he whispers to me, "I can teach you things...I won't go any faster than you want...I promise you won't regret it. You just have to trust me."

...and I do...completely....

He was true to his word. He didn't rush me at all. We went to his room, where we talked as he put away some papers that he had spread out over the bed and the dresser. They were for his house that he'd bought, he said, and it made me feel more at ease as he told me all about it.

Then he excused himself, went into the bathroom, and I heard water running. I watched as he came out of the bathroom and towards me, his hands unbuttoning his shirt. He stood in front of me, took my hands in his, and kissed me again, placing my hands on his chest, wanting me to take over undressing him. He ended the kiss, but never moved away from me, always looking me in the eye. His hands started to undress me, fingers unbuttoning my blouse, slowly, and when he brushed against my breasts, my reaction was one of pleasant surprise. I could feel myself blushing, and when I looked down he put his hand under my chin and made me look at him.

"Don't be embarrassed, don't ever be embarrassed by what you feel when I touch you."

I sighed and gave him a slight smile. He laughed, a quiet laugh that showed me he was pleased...and we continued undressing one another...

He was patient with me. Several times I seemed hesitant to let him take something off of me, but he stopped and talked to me until I gave in. All the while he kept his hands where they were when he stopped, always touching my skin. Eventually, we both stood naked in front of one another. I tried so hard to stop, but I was shaking like a lost kitten. I hated the fact that I seemed so helpless to him, but it didn't seem to bother him at all.

His hands slid around my waist and he pulled me closer to him, pressing against me, and his voice in my ear, so quiet, whipered how he loved my body. I could feel his cock against me, hard and thick. He moved his hands down and pulled my hips to him, and I couldn't help but groan as I felt him so close to me.

"Mmmmm.." he moaned, and then his lips were on my shoulder, softly kissing a trail lower, over my breast bone and down to where the swell of my breast began. He stopped when he heard me gasp, but only for a moment, then he continued, and when his mouth took my left nipple inside I whimpered. His tongue flicked across the hard tip and I had no choice but to cry out...but then he slowly, very deliberately, licked that same spot, then sucked it like a baby on a bottle.

"Yessss.." I hissed, and he pulled off of the one and took the other in his mouth, doing the same as before. I stood there, my body arched as this man suckled me, and I discovered one of the places that is so sensitive to touch...and I came that way.

When he realized what I had done, he held me close as his right hand moved down between my legs, immediately finding out how wet I'd become. I moaned again when I felt him there, and I spread them a bit more, allowing him more.

"Fuck, baby, you came already. Did you like that that much?"

I could barely say yes, for my breath seemed to have left me, and I could hardly stand from the force of what I'd just felt.

"There's so much I want to do to you, with you..c'mon...come with me.." and he lead me to the bathtub full of water. Carefully we stepped in, and he sat behind me, his arms around me, as he held a bottle of liquid soap, poured it into his hands, and very gently washed me.

Soon after, his hand over mine, he showed me how to make myself cum, and how to enjoy it. He also showed me how to touch him, how to hold his cock in my hands and make him cum...and how to enjoy all of it.

We played like this for hours, it seemed. It was an awakening for me...but I still had more to learn, and I could hardly wait...

THANK YOU

Thank you, Lewis! You rock!

TECHNICAL DIFFICULTIES

I have no idea how I got a space after Outdrlvr, nor do I know why I have all that blank space above my first post each time I.....post.

I just wanted to link some people...thought I had it down just right...maybe someone can tell me what I did wrong?

RELEASE

....my hands on his thighs, holding him like he holds my waist when I straddle him, he strokes his cock with my mouth...his hands hold my head, he looks down at me as he moves, and I hear a heavy sigh as he slows down. He wants to make this last, but I know from before that after a certain point there is no turning back. His control is lost to his need, and I love when this happens.

He loosens his grip on me and his hands become tender in my hair, on my face. His strokes are much slower, and he wears a slight smile on his face as he watches his hard cock sliding in and out between my lips.

"Fuck you're beautiful like this.." he says, and I close my eyes, enjoying the feel of him, the words he just said to me. He always makes me feel this way, and I love taking him like this. I moan on him and the vibration on his dick causes him to moan with me.

I open my eyes to see him again, his expression once again one of pure, pleasurable lust. His eyes are half closed, and I suck him greedily. Suddenly I gently pull off of him, and he looks down at me, almost angrily.

"I'm thirsty," I tell him, biting my lower lip. Then I gently kiss the tip of his hard prick, never taking my eyes off of his. My lips surround him again, and I flick my tongue across the head as I wait for his response. His hands hold my head tighter again, and he seems to shudder as I run my wet tongue around and under him.

"You want my cum, don't you?"

That deep voice that always makes me wet when I hear it close to my ear seems to get even deeper. I groan and carefully shake my head yes.

"You'll drink it, won't you? ALL of it, because that's what you love to do, isn't it?"

I whimper...

...and swallow him whole.

His moan is sudden and loud. His hands grip me tightly and he starts to pump my mouth, making me take him, almost choking me with the force of his strokes. I slide my hands between his legs and hold him there, one hand cupping his balls, the other squeezing the base of his cock everytime he pushes inside me. He gasps.

"Yes, baby...yes, baby.." he says over and over with each thrust. I feel him growing even more...and I taste him...

There's no way to stop this, now.

My mouth takes everything...sucking and licking, my lips tightening around him, and as his moans get louder, as his thrusts get harder, I let him know I want this by the way I groan against his tender yet very hard dick. Once again he feels the vibration, and I can tell by the way his cock seems to move on it's own, swelling even more, that he's very close.

He says my name; I see his chest moving in and out as he takes a deep breath.

Once more my name, barely a whisper.

He moves in my mouth.."fuckI'mcummingI'mcummingbabytakethistakeallofthis" he cries, and suddenly my mouth is full of his hot, thick load of cum. I do my best to take it all, to drink as much as I can, but he's so full and I can't help but let some of it dribble down my chin. I hear him whimper as he keeps pumping me, his cock so wet, his hands so firm against me as he pushes into me again and again, his head thrown back. I want to drink more, and when I suck him harder he cries out and looks down at me, a look so carnal, so hungry...he's so intent on fucking my mouth...

"That's"...(thrust)..."my little"...(thrust)..."cum"...(thrust)...slut"...

...and I take him...willingly...wanting to make him feel like this forever...to see the way he looks at me afterward.

His strokes become slower as his orgasm subsides, and I won't release my hold on him until he is completely spent. I kneel before him as he comes down from that high, as he holds me to him and slowly fucks me, eventually standing there with his hands still in my hair and his soft cock in my mouth. I gently slide off of him, and his hands are shaking as he holds my head in them, tilting it up to look into my eyes. His thumb slowly wipes away some of his cum that ran down my chin, and I open my mouth to take it inside, to suck off that last drop.

"Fuck.." he says as I taste him, and when I smile up at him he laughs.

I take his hand in mine, carefully pull him out of my mouth, and kiss his palm.

He owns me..everything I am, and I love it.

And he knows this.

LUCKY YOU

Hmmm...I wonder if I did it right.

Were those two posts, you know, the ones that are a part one and two...were they sufficient?

Did they get my point across? And should I finish it?

I have to admit I did enjoy writing them. After, I always have to, well....take care of something.

I just hope I've been able to make someone else do the same.

I enjoy knowing I can make a person react that way...it makes me feel...worthy, learned...not to mention the fact that I would love knowing that some of you wondered about me....how I was, so to speak.

Through all this and a few other things that have happened lately, I've come to realize that I have a lot to offer...I'm very capable...and the man that gets to spend time with me will be so lucky.

My appetite will keep him busy...my hunger will keep him satisfied...and once in a while, I'll make him late for work.

LINKS

I hope no one minds that I linked them. If so, please tell me and I'll take you off. I just like the fact that so many people visit here more than once.

Thank you. And please keep coming back.

MORE

...as I look up to see him watching me with the same expression on his face that I see when he's taking me..one of desire, a greedy hunger that only I can satisfy. I slowly cover just the tip of his cock with my lips, letting the flat of my tongue glide over it even slower.

"Mmmmmmmmmmm" I moan, and he tries to force himself deeper, but I won't let him, and his loud groan tells me how he feels.

"Take my cock, dammit...don't tease me!" he says breathlessly, his hands like a vice. I see a glint in his eyes now, and I know that he's very close to just taking what he wants.

With one hand holding his balls and gently kneading them, while the other squeezes his hard cock, I open my mouth and swallow him....

...at least half way, sucking as I move down, then back up and off of him. I hear him cry out...almost whimpering when I pull off of him. His hands slide down along the side of my face, and suddenly I feel one hand firmly holding my neck while the other reaches back behind my head, holding it as if to prevent me from moving backwards.

"Don't make me take that mouth..." he says calmly. He looks me in the eye as he says this to me, and he knows that I know he'd never hurt me. I smile up at him, only slightly, and in one smooth motion I open my mouth and take every inch of him.

He's thick inside me, thick and so very hard. The length of him is dangerously close to choking me, but I quickly get used to him and I use my mouth, my lips, my teeth and my tongue to give him the pleasure he craves.

Hearing his whispers as I suck him, speaking my name as I lick him, feeling his hands in my hair as he guides my head along the length of him, all make me very wet. The feel of him so hard against my tongue makes me crave him inside my cunt. But I like it when he surrenders to me this way.

"I love fucking your mouth" he whispers, and when I moan on him he pushes into me harder.

"My other cunt, baby...fucking"...(thrust)..."my other" ...(thrust)..."wet"... (thrust)..."cunt"...

He moans again, and I taste his precum...

He's growing even bigger...harder...

With every thrust..

So close, now...

THIRST

On my knees in front of him, I look up as he caresses my cheek with his hand. I close my eyes and tilt my head to feel more, enjoying the feel of him and the tender way he touches me.

I hear my name being whispered, and I open my eyes as his thumb runs along my lips, his fingers just under my chin. I open my mouth to take him in, sucking his thumb inside, and he lets out a long sigh.

"I have something else for that hungry mouth" he says as he starts to unbuckle his belt. He pulls his thumb out of my mouth and he's going to unzip his jeans, but I stop him by reaching up and telling him no. His eyes never leave mine as I slowly complete the task, and as I pull back the fabric to release him, his hardening cock strains to be completely free. I lean forward and watch his expression as I gently plant a kiss on his thickening shaft, enjoying the sound of his gasp, the feel of his hands and fingers sliding through my hair. He holds my head firmly.

"Do it" he hisses, but I just push his clothes to the floor...then flick my tongue across the head of his cock. He jumps as if a current of electricity just ran through his body, a loud moan escaping his lips. I feel his fingers tighten in my hair as he tries to pull me closer. I look up and see the lust in his eyes. The look of intensity on his face seems more like anger, but I know how much he wants this.

"Do you want me to suck your cock, baby?" I ask, and my hands carefully cup his balls, very gently squeezing as I bite my lower lip. He's mine, now, and he'd do almost anything to feel my mouth surrounding him.

"Fuck you know I do!" he whispers, and again he pulls me to him. I won't open my mouth, just look up into his eyes, so hungry, a trace of anger finally coming through them. I can feel his fingers tightening, and now I feel pain as he pulls my hair. I reach up and place my hands over his, telling him he's hurting me. He stops pulling, but his hands still hold my head.

"Follow me.." I whisper, and I bend down, my hands cupping his balls again. I take one in my mouth, gently sucking. His grip loosens and I hear him moan as my tongue tastes him there. I release him and then take the other one in my mouth, once again sucking and licking, his cock twitching as I take him eagerly. Hearing him moan, feeling him hold my head, I want so much to make him cum now. Carefully I pull off of him, my wet tongue tracing a line all the way up the length of his delicious prick.

"Oh fuck yessss.." he moans, and I open my mouth to take his head inside....


...should I continue?

AN INVITATION

Someone has invited me to come visit.

Someone I've been attracted to since I met him.

He's always made me feel special...wanted...needed...and yet we've never been together.

I've fantasized about him many times...how it would feel when he touches my skin with his fingers...his mouth...his tongue...how it would feel when he holds me...kisses me...enters me that first time.

I want to go...and he knows this...but I can't do it...and it's making me crazy.

I think he knows this, too.

Circumstances make it impossible...for now...

I just hope he doesn't give up on me.

Please, don't give up on me.

...and thank you for making me feel like this, again.

SERIOUSLY...

I cannot go to bed just yet. Images keep going through my mind that make sleep impossible at the moment.

I don't understand how the lonely do it. There are some out there that will be lonely for the rest of their lives, at least when it comes to a significant other.

There are some that will stay with another for the sole reason of not being lonely.
Maybe they're happy that way. I have no intention of letting that happen.

It's been a very long time since a man has made love to me. These last few years, with the exception of once or twice (and I'm not exaggerating), my ex and I fucked, and quite often. Sure, that's definately a plus, but part of our problem was we didn't make love. There's a difference between the two.

In spite of what my appetite has been like lately, I miss that the most. Being so important to someone that they crave everything about you, not just the chance to be inside you. They can barely stand to be away from you, and when that moment comes, it's almost better than anything.

Of course, I'm not going to pretend that I don't want someone...I admit it...I need...to be...taken care of. I'm perfectly capable (very capable, I've been told) of taking care of someone, also, but I would just like to have the opportunity
sometime in the near future.

I don't think you have to be in love with someone to make love with them, but you do need to care. To have a man between my legs, buried deep inside me, holding onto me as he kisses me or touches my face; to look me in the eye and know that my body isn't the only reason he's with me...that would be nice.

~Sigh~

IMPATIENT

He gets angry when he thinks I'm with someone. But I have to give him credit...he doesn't make a nuisance of himself.

But I still feel guilty.

It used to be that I couldn't wait to hear his voice or see him come through the door.

Now I'm actually happier that he's not here...usually.

I do miss him.

But I am also better off...it wasn't healthy...I was miserable and so was he.

SO...

Better things are coming...I can feel it.

I just wish it wouldn't take so damn long.

ONE LITTLE BEAN...

One of the greatest things mankind ever did is chocolate.

Ok. The cocoa bean wasn't something mankind "did." It's what he did to the cocoa bean.

It's this wonderful concoction that has, at times, become my crutch.

I've managed to keep it at bay, at least most of the time. This can be a very difficult task.

I've also discovered that there is one thing, short of sleep and death, that will keep me away from chocolate...that will actually keep from eating altogether...willingly...

Sex.

Life is so unfair.

IS THERE A PILL FOR THIS?

God I need someone. Anyone with a hard cock, deft fingers, and a talented tongue.

I'm in one of my moods again...so fucking hungry I think I'll go crazy. Is there a name for this affliction?

I see that neighbor and wonder...would he like someone who was so demanding...someone who seems to never be satisfied? Someone who needs a constant fuck...over and over...just a few doors away...he could come to me in the middle of the night...take me as many times as he wanted.

That cop....seeming to always come to my aid...takes him a while to get my story...but he's very thorough...and maybe...once in a while...he needs me...and I have to climb into his lap as he parks behind that abandoned building...and he lets me ride him...tells me I can't go until I get on my knees and suck his cock.

That man...who lays me on the table...spreads my legs and enjoys me this way...slow and deliberate, never slowing down or speeding up his strokes...just a continuous, perfect fuck...and one cum merges into more than one until it feels like that's all I do...every twitch, every spasm that wraps around him brings him closer...and he gives me what I want.

Damn...even a phone call would calm me down...at least for a while...

DRINKING CAN BE BAD FOR YOU

So you tell me you like the color of my hair...my smile...you buy me another drink, but all I want is some water. I seem to recall making stupid decisions when I've had too many.

You sit and talk to me, making me feel like I am more attractive than I think I am.
You're handsome, no doubt about it, nice body and I like the way you carry yourself, self-confident without being smug. When you put your hand on the small of my back as you turned to say hello to someone it felt good.

I try not to, but it happens...I let you seduce me...enjoying everything you say to me...hoping in a way you say or do something that makes me walk away from you...but you are good at this, and I'm starving.

I can't postpone the inevitable anymore, but I do insist on a coffe at a local diner, where we talk and get to know one another a little better, but still..you do everything just right. Of course there has to be a catch somewhere. Everyone I've ever been attracted to has always had something that gets in the way.

It's not even midnight yet...I stopped for a drink, just one to relax...and now I've invited some stranger to my house. I haven't done this in years...I always had someone to take care of me...but that was all he did, and I wanted more...he's gone and I seriously doubt this one is different.

But I'm starving.

So no more games...we get into the door and I decide that if I'm going to do this I'm not wasting time. I ask him if he'd like something to drink and as he tells me no I go up to him and kiss him...tentatively...he seems to be surprised, but he gets over it...slides his arms around my waste and kisses me back. It feels good, that first kiss...and I kiss him back a little more sure of myself...and that's how it starts...

Hands on me, making my hunger come alive...a sleeping dragon that's rudely awakened...and I let him have me...he seems to be hungry, too, but several times he seems surprised at my passion...how badly I need...and he enjoys this...the first time it doesn't take him long to fill me...he needs, too...and I enjoy this.

Most of the night we are in each other's arms, tasting each other, relishing the sighs and gasps, the moans and laughter that can be heard between the two of us. I like him, he talks to me and I like the way he touches me when he looks at me. I
wonder if this could lead to something.

However, once again I made a mistake. Before dawn he has to leave...he thought he mentioned he lived with someone. I pretend to remember, wacthing him dress and acting like he hates to leave, god you're so fucking good, he says... he doesn't want to go he wants to stay and if he didn't have to worry about her, when he finally leaves...it's not working but he doesn't have the money or the chance or the fucking balls to leave, when he does leave he can spend all night with me. He asks me for my number and kisses me goodbye like he just hates this, then goes.

I'lll probably be dumb enough to say yes again.

I guess I shouldn't drink at all.

GETTING TO KNOW YOU

* I love to talk in bed...
...especially after being intimate with someone; it's very nice when you can lay in bed and talk...a great way to know someone even better. Making each other laugh makes it complete.

* I love waking up to someone's touch...no matter what time it is.

* I love being held until I go to sleep.

* I've been known to hold hands...just something that comforts me...when I'm laying next to someone.

* I swallow.

* I almost always cum more than once.

* I'm very noisy...and I say what I feel.

* I've been tied up before, but I prefer being blindfolded. If I allow it that means I have complete trust in the man I'm with.

* My nipples are so sensitive, I can cum just by the way they are sucked and touched.

* I love to watch...and be watched.

* I enjoy talking dirty.

* I've never been with two men at the same time; not that I haven't thought about it.

* I love to hear my lover telling me how it feels...what to do...and calling my name as he's cumming.

* Sometimes I wish I could be more promiscuous...I'd certainly have more fun, but I'm too picky. Maybe I expect too much.

* I've always been attracted to older men...but known of one or two younger men that have shown an interest in me...and I've wondered...

* I enjoy phone sex...my ex and I used to have it when he travelled...and I consider myself to be very good at it...still.

* Hands in my hair or touching on or near my neck make me more than willing.

* I'm always hungry.

Like now...

***I'd love to know what you're like...

MOURNING DOVE

I was outside preparing to leave for work this morning, and I saw a mourning dove on the power line that runs over my garage.

I've always loved hearing these birds in the early morning and near dusk...the sound they make is beautiful to me.

After the outright sexual connotations I made in yesterday's post, this one may seem a bit tame. I make no apologies for how I felt yesterday...that's just the state of mind (and body) I was in and it couldn't be helped (unless you count a certain toy that I keep by my bedside).

But I'm feeling a little melancholy...the dove did that.

I remember that sound when we went camping. Waking up and settling down for the night. So soothing to the ear, it was a nice way to relax. There were afternoons when we would go back inside our tent, sometimes making love, and sometimes fucking like rabbits. Occasionally I'd straddle him as I rode him, slow and steady, making for a very pleasant afternoon.

Ok, I guess I'm still feeling a bit...hot. But I'm also feeling a bit romantic...sensitive, even. I could stand for a long talk in front of the fire...maybe share a margarita (to hell with sharing, get your own), listen to someone who, besides enjoying being in me, also likes being with me. How about lying on a blanket in a field where we can see the stars? If he doesn't know much about the constellations, we can learn them together.

I want to go camping.

Any nature lovers out there?

WHAT'S WRONG WITH ME?

Sometimes I don't know how I get through the day when I feel this way.

It seems I have this insatiable need, an unquenchable thirst that I don't think I'll ever satisfy.

At times it's almost hard to breathe...I want so badly that I think I'll go crazy if I don't get.....it.

When I started this blog I wanted to bear all my feelings...it's like therapy, right? It makes things better...get the frustrations and anger and sadness and fear out into the open.

But lately it seems all I can do is want...and sometimes it gets so bad I think about the neighbor down the street...good looking...seems friendly enough...he has a construction business...but what would he do if I went to him...asked him to help me with something...I want to do this here or change this there...and as he stood there in my house I make it known to him...I want...and I will do what he likes...if he'll just. take. this. body.

And he does.

I catch someone's eye at the store. He catches mine. He knows I'm needing...he sees it somehow...he can do what he wants. All I need is for him to take me.

And he does.

The cop I see once in a while...he's smiled at me...once he held a door for me as I went into the post office...nodded...said hi...what would he think of me...if he knew I imagined sitting astride his lap...fucking him? Would he have me meet him sometimes in a quiet place so he could have me again...so I could kneel before him and suck his cock?

I'm sorry...I can't help it. I want to be tasted and fucked and taken and made to get on my knees so that I can swallow a hard cock...I want hands all over me and lips on my skin...I want to be wanted as much in return.

I'm not a slut...I don't pick up men to fuck...but sometimes I wish I did.

This is almost painful, but I love it.

WISHFUL THINKING

I wake to feel the sheet that I had over me being pulled away. Lying on my belly, I draw my right leg up and sigh as his hand slides down my back and over my ass; his fingers seem to dance over my skin. Suddenly his mouth is just inside my thigh, and he very lightly sucks/nips, making me gasp...a sweet kiss there and he slowly moves over my skin, a trail of kisses back up over my bare bottom and along my spine. His body is so close to mine as he pushes aside my hair...I feel how hard he is as his hands slide over my arms and his fingers lock in mine...I arch my body, pushing my exposed ass upwards...I know what he wants...his mouth at my ear, "you have to be quiet, baby..." he whispers..."there are other people in the house."

"Shhhhhhhhh.." he says as he slides inside my cunt, his full weight on me now as I'm barely able to keep silent. I squeeze my fingers together over his as I push back to meet his strokes, deep and hard, and I hear his quiet groans as he feels me tighten around his cock. We move like this, so quiet it seems, but our breathing together, a moan, a whimper and a groan as he thrusts into me harder than before...makes it so difficult.

We fuck...every stroke threatening to make us heard, and when we hear someone passing by the bedroom door, I whisper that I'm close...he knows how I am, he knows I won't be able to stop myself, so he releases my right hand and
makes me take two of his fingers in my mouth. I take them and begin to suck greedily...and I feel it...building so fast..I try not to bite him as I explode so hard I cry out...muffled but still heard...and he buries his face in my hair as he surrenders all control...so sudden...so strong...his moans in my ear make my cum complete, both of us thrusting against each other, trying to make it go on forever.

All too soon it subsides...he's still on me, and I love to feel him there, his cock still pumping, not as strong...but I love how it feels. We slowly catch our breath and he hugs me against him as best he can. I ask him to please stay there as long as he can, and he kisses my cheek as he relaxes with me.

I hope this may someday be more than just wishful thinking..