Set-Up (part 2)

As we stood in the hallway after kissing so hard that I was struggling to breathe, he told me that he didn't want this night to end between us. I felt really comfortable with him for some reason, and it helped knowing that he was such good friend with Jevonne so I agreed to go back to his place with him since it was only a few miles away.

We got in his Tahoe and our hands were immediately all over each other. While he drove, I was pressed up as close as I could get, kissing his neck, sucking his earlobe, his mouth (when possible/safe, lol), and stroking his hard length desperately needing release from his pants. He got his long fingers deep into me with the easy access my loose, knee-length skirt provided. Before we even got two miles from the bar, he had to pull over into an empty shopping center parking lot. He unzipped and I eagerly (and acrobatically) climbed on top my legs pulling my knees up to my chin so my feet were planted on the seat straddling him. When he bucked up into me, I screamed, never having felt a cock that size. I couldn't even get all the way down on it! Once my body adjusted I started bouncing up and down on it in sync with his hip thrusts. It was my first experience like that in a car and if I wasn't so flexible, there's no way it would have worked. Neither one of us got to orgasm because a random car looked like it was pulling the lot and so we freaked.

He sped all the way back to his penthouse (yep, that's right, the NFL pays their boys well, hehe) and I took full advantage of the private elevator working my mouth on him until he was back at attention.

Once inside the door, he rammed me up against it and pulled my shirt over my head and unhooked my bra. I will never forget the first thing he said: "Holy shit, those are real!"

Then, one of my fantasies finally came true...As strong and tall as he was, he had no problem getting inside me right there with one of my legs wrapped around him, pulling him deeper until I finally came. Then we went into the bedroom and the kitchen and the master bathroom and the balcony...let's just say we didn't come up for air until 5 that morning. I had never been so thankful for clients who were out of town for the holidays in all my life because there's no way I could have gone into work! He drove me back to my car after we had some breakfast and he gave me his number. I might actually be calling this one back after all the fun we had. Neither one of us are down for anything serious so this could prove to be the ultimate "friend w/benefit"...guess I'll just have to wait and see!

Set-Up (part 1)

Okay, so one of the guys I work with has this friend who he's been trying to set me up with since I got divorced. He said that our personalities were so much alike and we liked similar things. Jevonne also happened to be black and obsessed with being the one to finally get me in an interracial coupling. It was like he was on a misson from God or something...really quite amusing actually.

So anyway, back to this friend of his. For privacy purposes I will call him Randall because he is a wide receiver for the local NFL team here. However, he has been out all season with an injury, and he comes to our gym quite often to work with Jevonne on a physical rehabilitation program. I have to confess, the man is gorgeous and has a great smile so after the fiftieth time, I finally agreed to be set up on a group date with Jevonne, his girl Alesha, and Randall.

We had dinner at a romantic little fondue restaurant and then went to a bar down the street for some after-dinner drinks. The conversation was great and there was never an awkward moment. Randall was really funny and we did happen to have similar personalities, making fun of Jevonne being one of our favorite things, lol. After our third round of drinks, I excused myself to go to the restroom. After relieving myself and making sure my make-up was still fresh I came out only to come face to face with Randall. We both stopped and stared at each other for what felt like hours, my stomach flip-flopping at the way he looked down at me. Then he took a few steps towards me, forcing back into the dark hallway's wall and covered my mouth with his.

It was an amazing kiss and I could feel his need for me pressing into my belly. It took everything I had not reach down into his pants and stroke him. When we finally came up for air he confessed how much he'd been wanting to do that. I walked back to our friends at the bar and told them that I'd need to be on my way soon.

What I didn't tell them is that I would not be going back to my home.

Christmas Party

On Saturday night, we had a big company Christmas bash at the new W Hotel downtown. It was so much fun with drinking, secret Santa gift exchange, drinking, dancing, eating, did I mention drinking? As a Christmas bonus they booked each of us our own room there at the hotel so several of us pitched in to get a limo to take us clubbing after the company's party to have our own fun. We hit about three before we were all so tired from the night's festivities that we had the limo drive us around the city on the "scenic Christmas lights tour" before heading back to the W.

I have always been comfortable with the people I work with and have gotten pretty close with a couple of them, but I never realized how hilarious Daniel was! He had me terrified to put my drink up to my mouth whenever he said anything for fear of spitting it back out in laughter! And, he just happens to be single and adorable :) We danced together a little while, but nothing more serious went down between us than me lounging on him in the limo. It felt nice, I won't lie....Maybe that needs to be explored.

One of my sick fantasies...part 4

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Then, the fucking begins. They are literally squishing me together between thrusts and all I can do is react to the amazing feeling. I don't know whether I am moaning or screaming but the orgasms are coming and they won't stop.

"Jesus, Abby," grunts one of them, though I have no idea who.

"You were so right about this bitch!"

I am suddenly ripped from the man below me and violently thrown/rolled over on my back on the mat. My heart is racing from the near climax, and yet I am terrified of what might happen to me now as the reality of the situation sets in.

J is standing over me, bare chest heaving, his erection sticking straight out, still glistening from the lube. He turns around and grabs a wrapper from the bench, ripping it open before walking back to me. He has on a condom.

Yanking me from the mat, with one arm around my waist, he pushes me over to the wall. He looks at me with what I can describe only as pure hunger. J forcefully lifts my right leg to wrap it around his waist and thrusts harder than anyone ever has with me to make sure he gets his cock buried deep. I have never been with someone who could do this with me in this position and it completely turns me on. Then he does something I never would have suspected: He kisses me.

Matching the rhythm of his hips is his tongue in my mouth. I feel his moan in my throat as it combines with my own. He proceeds to wrap both my legs around him and carries me to the sink. He fucks me over and over, biting, kissing, and sucking on my chest, throat, mouth until I know I've come at least three times before FINALLY he releases inside me.

I look at him as he pulls out, placing more kisses up and down my jawline. He is relaxed and calm...nowhere near the sex-crazed rapist that was with me 15 minutes before. That's when I notice that X is gone.

"Abby?"

"Yeah?" I breath.

"That was the best fuck I've ever had."

One of my sick fantasies...part 3

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One of my sick fantasies...part 1

Okay, first of all let me say that I have never EVER confessed this to ANYONE before. This is a very sick and twisted fantasy of mine that has me creaming anytime I think about it. If you are repulsed, well...you were warned. This is a fantasy in the truest sense of the word because I could never bring myself to have a threesome. It's just a fantasy and I don't really have the courage to make it anything more.

Here goes (there's no turning back now):

I am in the locker room at work late at night, after we've closed down. I just rinsed my hair out when I hear the outside door to the locker room slam shut with the locks being latched. I quickly turn off the water and reach for my towel, but as I open the curtain two of my male coworkers yank me from the stall and drag me into the main area, forcing me on all fours across the short side of the polished wood bench. I try to scream but a towel is shoved in mouth and yanked back like reins in X's grip.

"You can scream all you want but you know there is no one else here," he says.

I look up to see J position himself in front of me, smirking down with a look that tells me I'm in serious trouble. J takes an exercise band and begins to tie my wrists behind my back, while Y holds my head still with the towel in my teeth. My breasts are crushed into the bench because X is holding me down with his free hand while J moves to my locker. My eyes widen as I see him pull out my black leather belt, setting it on the bench beside me.

X asks J to switch with him for a second, and when J takes towel duty over, I hear the sound of a zipper being pulled down and I feel myself begin to panic. I try everything I can to get out from under J but he is too strong. We've worked together for 3 years, first at the university gym and then both got hired when this facility opened. He is about 6'4 and outweighs me by a good 65lbs. X is not as tall as J but he's the strongest guy in the gym. "Why are they doing this?" I think to myself as hot tears make their way down my cheeks.

X is now standing in front of me to make sure I get a look at the cock he's about to abuse me with and takes my chin in his hand, forcing me to at him. "Aw, look J. The poor baby's crying. I thought she could hang with the big dicks." My tears turn to sobs as I hear them both laughing. He takes his place behind me again and I hear J taking off his pants, too.

My knees already ache from the rough carpet as J moves in front of me, rubbing his extremely long, thick, and terrifyingly hard cock against my face. I shake my head pleading in the only way I know how for him not to do this...all he does is smile back. "You ready X?"

"I dunno, J. Let's see if Ms. Wonderful is ready." X stands between my knees and forces them further apart with his feet. With one hand still gripping the towel, he removes the other hand from my back and pokes around to find my entrance. I pray that my body doesn't betray my terror. "Hmmm...She's pretty dry, J, but lemme see if I can fix that. But, feel free to start without me."

One of my sick fantasies...part 2

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Dinner and a Movie

So, this is the first opportunity I've had to actually think about just what happened Wednesday night. Drew is only one of less than a handful of guys I've had sex with since my divorce was final. I was coming into my own in exploring the boundaries of sex with a new man, wanting to make their toes curl in every way imaginable, and mine as well :)

Well, that night he picked me up to take me to dinner at an extremely expensive restaurant. He had prepared me beforehand, thank God, because I definitely had needed to dress up. I have this satiny black and white one-shoulder dress that goes down to the just below the knee that I wore with my favorite high-heeled black sandals. We had a wonderful dinner, with no awkward pauses and lots of laughter making fun of the stuffy people sitting around us.

He then took me to see an old movie that was playing in this antique little theater downtown. I had heard about this place but had never been there before. It was built in the early 40's and only had two screens. Needless to say, there was no THX sound or stadium seating. It was a 10pm showing on a weeknight and there were maybe 4 other people in there with us, two of whom I think fell asleep within the first 15 minutes. Well, so we were seated in the very back row, and were nuzzling and kissing like two teenagers on a first date. Eventually, he got a little handsy, first pinching my nipples through my dress...then reaching up my skirt to rub my crotch through the panties I was wearing. I was intoxicated by the exhibitionist-aspect of it. There was no way that any of the other patrons had a clue as to what was going on, but if they wanted to turn and look, they would sure figure it out.

Drew's voice came out in a husky whisper that drenched my panties even more. "I want to feel inside you."

I groaned and nodded against the stubble of his cheeks. He took the waistband and I lifted my hips so he could pull my panties down. It took about a minute of careful maneuvering until they were at my ankles.

"Dear God, what you do to me." And, he inserted a finger into my already dripping pussy. I moaned and he shushed me, covering my mouth with his (my hand unzipping his pants to free his erect cock). It popped out from his boxers and I wrapped my hands around it, stroking in the same rhythm he used on me. He worked three fingers in and I was near-orgasm. I rubbed my thumb over his head, lubricating him with his own precum. He grunted in my mouth and I pulled his fingers from me and got on my knees in front of him.

"What are you--God!" I wrapped my lips around his head, swirling my tongue over it gently before going all the way down to the base. He came in about 3 minutes :) It was quite yummy actually, lol. When, I sat back down, panties pulled back up, he stood up and pulled us out of the theatre.

He drove us to his house, which was only about a block away. I had never been there before, but damn! It was huge! I mean, I knew he had money, but I guess I didn't put it together that he would have built it himself. He led me upstairs to his room and pushed me back on the bed. My panties vanished and I was being pulled to the end of the bed, to his waiting mouth.

The man knows how to please. After my orgasm, he flipped me over and proceeded to fuck me from behind. Then, we took it to the bathroom. Shocker, he had a tub that was twice the size of mine...We broke it in :)

He asked me to stay, but I had clients coming in early the next morning.

I haven't seen him since then, and I still haven't given him my number. So, I don't know if we'll ever hook up again, but it was fun while it lasted!

First Time

My husband and I had been together since a couple months after I graduated high school. He was the only guy I had ever slept with at that point...and the only guy I had gone past second base with...We were together for nearly 8 years, so saying that dating post-divorce was a little intimidating was an understatement.


But, I like challenging myself ;)


Trent was my first date, but it was just a group dinner and I felt absolutely no attraction and never saw him again. Adrian was the second and we went to the lake in late August and had a good day, some kissing and making out, but nothing big. He was sweet but that was it and I hadn't talked to him since.


Kevin, however, was different.

Kevin worked for the law firm and was also a client of my good friend, Gina, who was also a trainer at MaxFitness with me. He was a couple of years younger than me and this was his first job out of law school. Though he wasn't *my* lawyer, he was involved in the case and was a real support in and out of the office, often joining Gina, myself, and some other friends of ours for drinks.

I had spent the whole day in my lawyer's office, signing the last of the divorce papers. It was finally over and I felt a huge weight lifted off my shoulders. We had a big celebration that night hopping from club to club. Gina had hooked up with a guy there and invited him back to party with the rest of us at her "humble" abode. I say that because it is, in fact, a friggin mansion. Her parents are filthy rich and had bought it for her as a 30th birthday present...some people have all the luck.

About 10 of us went back to her house for a nightcap and some more dancing, because the woman has a room in her house just for this kind of thing. It was nothing dirty, no poles or anything like that, hehe. Just an open bar, mirror ball, DJ booth, parque flooring and wall-to-wall mirrors.

Well, Kevin and I were dancing, and I was tipsy enough to feel a little dangerous. I remember pressing my ass into his hips and rubbing his hand up and down my dress before turning around to kiss him until we couldn't breathe. The dark, hungry look I saw in his eyes was one I hadn't seen on any man in a long time.

He wanted me.

Somehow, we ended up in one of the monstrous bedrooms upstairs. We stripped and, suddenly, he was on top of me, kissing every inch of my body and teasing my clit with his cock. I wanted it so bad, my hips thrusting, begging for his entry. He reached down between our bodies, forced his tongue deep in my mouth, and inserted a finger. I was soaking wet. My hand wrapped around his cock and I can remember thinking it was so different than the only one I'd known. I don't know why, but it was. And then it was inside me.

I remember him pulling out and then hammering it back in...then pulling out...then hammering...again and again until I was pleading loudly for it. Then he was pounding me roughly and I bit his shoulder. It hurt. On so many levels. But I wanted that pain. Something to take the numbness away.

He brought me to orgasm with his cock...something that I hadn't had the pleasure of in nearly 8 months. Then he pulled me off the bed to my feet and pushed my upper body face down on it.

He started fucking me again. I was literally a ragdoll and I loved it. I was filled again and again, stroking myself back into oblivion while his thighs began tensing. He leaned over me and asked permission to cum in me. I, of course, didn't mind or else I would have told him to use protection...but, before I got out a word he was grunting again and I felt his warmth spread through me and down my leg. He thrusted a few more times as the aftershocks coursed through us both. We quickly cleaned up in the bathroom before heading back down to the party.

I still don't think anyone had a clue...and if Gina knew, she never said a word.

*Blogger's note: Before anyone berates me for not using protection, please know that I am barren...one of the many reasons I am no longer with my husband.

Strange Week

Sunday, Drew and I parted ways, with one more screw in bed (this time missionary and doggie style) and once more in the shower. I spent the day with friends at church and then at lunch ,eating at my favorite vegetarian restaurant...Yes, we have those in Texas!

Monday and Tuesday were pretty uneventful: had 4 new clients, and 5 regulars. I also helped pick out some new gym equipment we are ordering for the private weight room we are having added on to the back of the building.

Wednesday proved to change it up a bit, though. I had just finished my third client of the day and was about to head to lunch, when I saw a familiar face at the front desk. I heard Kelly say, "Oh! There she is!" and gave me a funny look. It's not often a man this gorgeous comes looking for me...

"Drew!" I said, more than just a little shocked. I don't give out my number to the men I meet, even if they do know where I live. That's a sign that I want a relationship. I was just fine with the way we left things: a great fuck with a man who had worshipped my body and had let me worship his.

No strings attached.

I thought.

He apologized for bothering me and said that he had wanted to come by my house, but thought that might be a little too invasive, so instead he came to pay me a visit at work. Was this man anything if not considerate? Hmmmm.....that will have to be investigated. I told him that I was heading to lunch and wouldn't mind some company.

As I munched on my tofu and vegetable noodles, he began explaining why he felt the need to see me again. He swore that he wasn't the one-night stand kind of guy and that he goes to maybe fifteen clubs a year. And, usually he came home alone. My stomach began doing little flip-flops as I had a feeling where this was headed.

"Drew," I started, wanting to cut him off before he poured his heart out to me. The last thing I would ever want is to hurt someone...

"I know, Abby," he sighed. "We promised, no commitment involved. Just a fun evening."

I nodded, as I knew there was a big BUT coming.

"But, you brought out a side of me, I've never known before." He lowered his voice. "I've never had sex in a hot tub, or in the shower, let alone in some of the positions you got in with me."

I had to smile at that. My creativity and resourcefulness in the bedroom scares some guys, especially my ex. But in a good way, of course..."It was very nice."

He continued to boost my ego, saying kind things about my performance in and out of the bedroom. He drove me back to work and leaned in to kiss me as he dropped me off. It was soft and sweet. "Please, go to dinner and a movie with me tonight?"

"You do realize that I don't want this to be..."

He took my hands in his. "This is not exclusive. I just want to hang out with you again. Cool?"

Well, what the hell am I supposed to say to a beautiful man like that? He agreed to pick me up at 6:30.

2 Men...One Day (part 2)

The day becomes even more interesting...


11:30pm

That night, one of my girlfriends and I went to the opening of Club Blur downtown. The gym I am a trainer at is very upscale with very high-class, exclusive clientele. I worked my ass off, literally, to get the job there and it's been very rewarding...The Club's owner was one of my best clients and invited me about a week before. I gladly accepted.

When we got in, we were escorted to a very posh VIP section that was located on a balcony that overlooked the club. It came equipped with the essentials, private bar, private dance floor, and plush booths with very high backs that made everything a little more cozy and private to keep those nasty paparazzi telephoto lenses without a proper angle (not that *I* needed that, but there were people there that did).

It was in one of these booths that Jayne and I were approached by a couple of very tasty looking men who wanted to dance. We grinded to DJ JD20's remix of Britney's new "Gimme More" and some Prince song that I had never heard before. The guys offered to buy us a round of drinks and sat with us. Jayne had already made eyes with the shorter, Latin hottie (Javier) so I got the leftovers...and let me tell you, she got the short end of the stick...perhaps literally ;-)

Drew was in his mid-thirties, well-manicured (as I would expect from someone of VIP status), close-shaved dark brown hair, dark tanned compexion, with piercing blue eyes. All of that was great but there are three very important things I look for in a guy to find him attractive: 1)height (taller than me), 2) smile (must be brilliant), 3)funny. Well, in the two hours with Jayne and Javier, drinking, dancing, and chatting, I was aching for this guy. But, not all guys are into someone with an intimidating physique like mine...although, from the tight bulge that rubbed against me as we grooved to Britney, I got the feeling he was okay with it...

Jayne and I have a mutual agreement to always leave together if we are with new men. You can never be too careful. So, we told the boys this and Javier gave her his number and explained that he had promised some friends that he would meet them at another club that night. Drew, however, followed the cab the few blocks back to her apartment (where my car was) and very shyly asked me to go with him to the Starbucks with him for a cup of coffee. We walked to the end of the retail/townhome edition where I lived and each enjoyed a cappuccino. He told me some more about his personal life, which was very little because he was an architect with very long hours. Never married, no kids. I explained my "situation" or lack thereof and that I was more than just a little put off at the thought of a committed relationship. He was very understanding and the seriousness of the conversation didn't last long because he had my sides hurting from laughter.

We walked back to his car, parked in front of my door, his arm loosely around my waist. I sensed that he was hesitant to leave. Hell, that was all the motivation I needed. I grabbed his arm. "Come on in for a bit."

"You sure?"

I smiled at his genuine gentlemanly response. "Of course."

I sat down on my carpeted stairs just inside the doorway, about 3 steps up so that I was just below eye level, and leaned back on my elbows.

"Nice place," he said, hand in his pockets. This guy needed an engraved invitation. How cute.

Pulling him by his charcoal colored silk tie I pulled him toward me and placed a hand on either side of his head to make sure he knew my intentions. His mouth parted in a sigh and I slipped my tongue in. He kneeled on the step below me so that we were more even and intensified the kiss.

2 Men...One Day (part 3)

We continued our make-out session on the stairs. He tasted so warm, with a hint of toffee from his cappuccino. I have to confess, kissing gets me hot...really hot. Tasting, sucking his tongue, biting his lower lip...Damn. He started kissing my neck and he found it. That one spot on my neck that nearly gives me an orgasm. I let out a monstrous groan and felt him smile against my skin.

"Like that, do ya?" he asked, moving to nibble at my earlobe.

I nodded, and mumbled something. One of his hands was holding my head gently off the stair behind me, but his other was making its way up my thigh...God, I wanted nothing more than to have him inside me right there, but the ache in my back from the stairs told me to move this party to a better spot. "Hot tub?"

"What?" He stopped and looked at me in confusion. If I wasn't so horny I might have found it funny...

I had wanted one the second I saw the flyer pinned to my car. Kingston's Pools was having a massive sale. I went that day and picked out one that was small and circular with seating around the entire lining. It was perfect--for my tiny backyard...and the recreational purposes I had only fantasized about.

10 minutes later, I was sitting by myself in the warming bubbles when he emerged from inside the house wearing my brother's trunks that were painfully (but magnificently) too tight.

He stepped in and got on his knees in front of me, then began kissing my lips and back down to that magical spot on my neck. "God, I wanna hear you moan again."

"We can't be too loud." I have no idea how I got out a complete sentence because I was trembling with pleasure.

He reached to untie the string at my neck, but stopped and cupped my chin gently to make sure I was looking at him. "This okay?"

I nodded and leaned forward to kiss him again. He threw my top over the side and gazed down at my breasts bobbing just beneath the bubbles. Now, I am a little self-conscious of my overly large 100% real boobs. They look nothing like the ones you see on TV and that always made me feel strange.

"God," he groaned and latched onto a nipple with his mouth.

So far, it hadn't been a problem for my lovers.

He continued worshipping/assaulting my chest before his hand wandered up my thigh to my bikini bottoms. I reached down and grabbed the bulge that was being suffocated by the binding swim trunk material and he groaned, biting harder on the nipple between his teeth.

Grabbing the tie at the top, I began loosening it, and then stopped. "This okay?" I said, focusing all my energy on being as coy as possible.

He grabbed my hands viciously and I gasped, a little startled. Before I knew what was happening, he had pulled off his trunks, sat beside me, pulled my bottoms off, and pulled me into his lap so that I faced away from him. I was petrified by his sheer strength and so completely turned on by the fact that I had gotten him wild. His hard-on burned against my lower back as he kissed my back and neck, one arm wrapped tightly around my waist, locking me to him. His other hand rubbed and pinched my breasts.

I couldn't help but play with myself and began moving in rhythm with his rocking. His lips were pulled from my back, and I felt his hand move down to my hips, lifting me up. As I felt him enter me, I half groaned/screamed and he clamped a hand tightly over my mouth. "We can't (thrust) be too (thrust) loud."

He was a fucking animal..I came in about three minutes, but he was still hard as a rock. We changed positions so that my legs were over his shoulders and the edge of the hot tub. He had my shoulders to help him impale me and not too long later I was grateful of my flexibilty because he was crushing my chest to his as he bit his lip (grunting in a way that let me know he was fucking close) and exploded into me, my legs still mercilessly perched over his shoulders.

When the blood finally made its way back to his brain, he gently let my legs down and looked at me with a panicked expression. He wanted to know if he'd hurt me because he lost control and had never experienced anything like that. I tried not to get a big head, but that made me feel wonderful.

We held each other and kissed before moving inside to the bedroom.

Laying in bed naked, still recovering from our water activities, we started talking again. I explained that he was more than welcome to stay, but I had to wake up somewhat early to be at church by 10:30. The look on his face was priceless.

He wanted to know just who the hell I was, lol. After another make-out session, including him sucking my nipples while fingering me to orgasm, we fell asleep.

2 Men...One Day (part 1)

Wow. Okay, this was one of the BEST Saturdays in recent memory...well, let's be honest. Ever.



8:15am/Dec 1st, 2007

The doorbell rings repeatedly, and I am pissed because he knows how much I value my one day to sleep in...He is here to pick up the dogs because its his week with them. I know, I know, shared custody of dogs??? But, they were like our children and we absolutely cannot separate them because they go crazy, so this was our solution. I fling back my oh-so-fucking-soft-and-warm down comforter, slip on my fluffy Eeyore houseshoes and walk downstairs to greet him in nothing but my t-shirt and panties. There is no modesty between us...7 and a half years together kind of takes care of that.

I tell him to come in while I get the dogs ready, since I literally just woke up. The bastard actually looked apologetic. Didn't last though because I also noticed him looking up my bare legs to take in the sight of my multi-colored boycut underwear barely covering my ass. He took off his coat and threw it over the couch as I got their leashes from the closet, and suddenly he was pressing me against the closet door so that the front of my thighs stung from the cold wood. What the hell?

The door wasn't the only wood I was feeling, though. I asked him what was going on and he said that he couldn't stand looking at me right then and not being inside me.

He gets this way sometimes. And, so do I.

Our marriage ended after the realization that, even though we knew we were meant for one another and absolute soul-mates, we were miserable 70% of the time together. There is no one else that I will ever be this close to and share that bond with, and I know that but....We both have very strong personalities and relinquishing control, except for the bedroom, caused lots of problem. But, that other 30% was the most fun, exciting, loving, simply incredible times of my life. But if you are constantly reaching for those times, something's gotta give. And so it was our living arrangments that took the cut. We sold our house and got two smaller ones in the same town. But that didn't mean we didn't occasionally want that 30% back, if you know what I mean.

I asked him how bad he wanted me. The sound of a zipper being let down was my answer. He told me how cute my panties were, but that they were hindering him. So, they were roughly pulled down. God, I can still remember the sensation of the cold air whooshing towards my pussy and then the sudden rough insertion of a finger...."You're dry," he said like he was disappointed and then spun me around to face him. He gave me a knowing smirk and, before I had the chance to get pissed at him for being so unbelievably cute, he dropped to his knees and stuck his nose in my mound, searching with his tongue and taking sniffs. I had to grab his hair and shoulder tightly to keep my knees from buckling. "Oh, God," I remember moaning over and over as his tongue found and sucked on my clit. I could hear my dogs barking from their crates as they have a tendency to do when they hear me hollering in this way. My ass was on fire from him grabbing tightly to bury his face deeper in me. He knows how much I love when he turns his head slightly side to side, teasing my lips. Because I know what's next is a vicious thrust of that silky soft tongue and a hard sucking...God, he knows exactly what I need.

While he sucks, his hand crawls from my ass, down my thigh, and slowly back up until I feel a finger slide in...back and forth, harder and harder, until he gets in two...then three...now, I'm pretty tight considering its been a couple weeks since I've had time for a little "recreation" and I have to spread my legs really wide to get him at a better, let's call it "thrusting angle." Mixed with the sucking, I am almost there...right at the edge, my legs burning with the need to collapse.

"Not so dry anymore, huh?" he said, again giving me that same smirk. He yanked his fingers out and pulled me down on on top of him on the floor. "I want you to fuck yourself silly."

I looked at him, halfway coherent after being near-bliss, and without thinking I guided him in before impaling myself again and again. He was still clothed (with one major exception) and I pushed his shirt up so that I could kiss and bite his strong and hairy chest and smell him. I don't know what it is about the way guys smell near their collarbone but it gets me going every damn time. He pulled up my shirt and began rubbing his palms in hard, deep circular motions on my breasts before pushing my up so that my they bob in his face. Viciously, he took one nipple between his teeth and I spasmed, burying him deeper in me.

Then he let me suck his neck and he grabbed my ass with both hands, thrusting up into me. I was screaming, he had brought me there again and he knew it. Before the carpet burn pain set in I was gushing over him. What a whore I was, he kept saying, that I could go from dry to flooding in less than five minutes.

He sat up and moved me off him. Taking my hands, he pulled me to my feet and forced me over the back of the couch, spreading my feet apart with his and wrapping an arm around my waist to hold my ass against his still throbbing cock. Then he moved so that my pelvis was nearly sandwiched between his and the couch back. I told him that I was gonna stain the faux suede fabric and he smacked my ass hard. He took his hand and rubbed his dick along my slit and told me he would pay the cleaning bill but I would have to explain how the stain got there and then he violently began thrusting into me. I apparently wasn't loud enough for him though and he smacked my ass again demanding that he hear what being fucked by him felt like. Brutal. Hard. Desperate. And oh-so-ridiculously- good. I was screaming and he had me by my hair because he was pounding me so hard that the couch was moving out from under me. He reached his other hand around and grabbed my nipple playing with one before roughly grabbing and pinching the other. Then he did something we had only done once, but apparently, he had been thinking about it.

"I'm gonna grab your thighs and pull up, okay? I want you to wrap your legs around me and don't let go until I say you can. Ready?"

I nod, knowing exactly what's gonna happen. Bracing myself slightly on my arms, I feel his hands pull me up and I clamp my knees around his waist, crossing my ankles above his ass, feeling my pussy pull him in even tighter. It is fucking heaven...

He grabs the back of the couch and uses it as a brace so that he can rock against me. Slowly, for the first few thrusts and then it picks up until I am screaming again that I am about cum. "Fuck" and "Oh God" are the things that most commonly come out of my mouth when I'm getting a good screw and I probably said both about a hundred times in less than a minute. I could feel him tensing and gripped his ass even harder. And then he collapsed on my back, loosening my ankles with his hand.

I turned to face him, after his cock softened and fell out of me, and licked my lips. Still on shaky legs, I slowly pushed him backwards into the recliner and knelt between his legs. "God, no, I can't." He said and grabbed me under my chin. But, I pulled away and went for his limp, dripping head. I wrapped my hand around the base, stroking softly while my tongue gently sucked the cum that was still oozing from his ultra-sensitive head. He jerked when my tongue made contact, before relaxing back into the chair, his hands tangling in my hair. I know what he likes...

New Beginning

Well, this is all very new territory for me, though I feel like it's something I should have started doing years ago...

I have just recently learned about sexblogging (I know, I know), but was drawn like a moth to a flame, if you'll pardon the banal expression. I love words and I love sex, being a major fan of the site Literotica. For some reason, I love losing myself in the non-consent stories...is that bad??? Because the truth is I am 6 foot tall female with an athletic build (can you say 'intimidation'?)and doubt anyone would ever *attempt* to take advantage of me in such a way so maybe that's where the fantasy part comes into play. I don't go in for BDSM but do like to be made to feel like a slut :) However, like I said, in real-life, with my build, I am more Amazonian/Xena like which, in the past, has made it hard for my partners to feel like they are taking control in that way.

But enough about that...

I wanted to share my personal experiences, along with my fantasies, for those out there who might enjoy them or just flat-out wanna get hornier than fuck reading it :)

And, with all my heart, I wanna thank Dirty Talking Man, Monmouth, and Always Aroused Girl for showing me how utterly HOT talking about your sex-life can be...Please check out their sites!

HAPPY SCREWING!!!!