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just a second choice…

I cup your balls in my hand as you straddle me on the bed to kiss me. Your mouth is sweet and my back arches up; I want my nipples to brush your broad chest. Our tongues play while my hand methodically works your hard into harder. Up and down and around, I twist you into a pleasure of moans.

I smile into our next kiss and you pause to look at me. Suspended above me, you look deeper into me than anyone else ever has. I love this about you – your boldness with me. The reward: I let you see me… it… I let you see how hungry I am for you. The tease of my smile and the dimples of delight in my cheeks give me – your bright-eyed lover – away.

I pull on your lip with my teeth as I pull your cock closer and with both hands, I knead that first gasp out of you. My legs splay under you, the inside of my knees pushing against the outside of yours. Every gasp and moan that escapes your beautiful mouth works me  into a state of wet. I am clever and tenacious, tender and wicked, saucy and sweet with your skin, with your mouth and the stunning thick of your amazing cock.

I want to be ready for you when you finally decide you must fuck me.
You aren’t the only one waiting to fill me.

I slide down until your cock slips into my mouth. My throat sucks you all the way in… and back. I push you deeper from behind. I hold you with my lips and suck you suck you suck. You want to thrust but I hold you still. You want to grab me everywhere. Your hands flail as I push your hips towards me just a. little. deeper. I suck you suck you suck.

This confidence I have with you translates so clearly: I will have you dizzy with desire. My mouth full of glorious, rock-hard cock, I watch you now as my hands push up behind your balls and slide back and forth, forth and back, back further until I slip inside and find that secret you keep. I slip inside and your eyes widen as you look down at me. Pressing down on that sweet bulb inside you, your gasps become cries and finally, finally! You finally pump… as you must.

You are so close.
But you want to fill me more… to spread my folds – in the deepest, hottest wet I am.

Fuck.
I’m more than ready.
Fuck fuck fuck
Fuck, yes.
Y.e.s.

 

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the problem with having sex…

You fall. You don’t want to. Maybe you don’t even like this person, but you can’t help yourself. You fall for something. You fall for the way they feel on top of you, the way the moon comes in through the drapes, the way it feels to be held after so long of not being touched at all. There is something there that takes you in, that blurs your senses, that heightens your expectations, that makes you want something you were certain you didn’t come for. The feelings come, and you’re not even sure what kind of feelings they are, but you know you can’t get rid of them. A few days later, you’re checking your phone. Maybe not for them, but for someone. You’ve got the itch, and you know what did it.

It’s waking up next to someone and only seeing the outline of them under the sheet, imagining what the rest of them must look like in the broad daylight. It’s being pleasantly surprised or completely disappointed, but spending the rest of the day lingering in a memory of what happened last night. Maybe you didn’t fall for this one, but you fell back into something. And what’s worse, now you want to find the one who really will make you fall. You want to trip headfirst into something and fight to escape it like a pool of sticky molasses.

There’s nothing dirty about it, no, but there is something complicated. There is something which demands more of you, which implicates you, which makes extricating yourself a more involved ordeal than slipping on your tennis shoes and catching the train. Maybe you’ll leave, but part of you will still be there, hiding under the blankets, taking in the smell of the pillow. You’re not sure what you left there, exactly, but you don’t even think you want it back. We leave our fingerprints all over things like a child who denies having stolen the chocolate but whose face is covered in it.

We say “It’s just sex,” but we know that’s bullshit. When it is just sex, it’s a placeholder for something better. It’s an imitation of something, a spoonful of aspartame when we want sugar. When we want it to be something more, it’s a guilty pleasure. It’s something that we take in greedy handfulls because we’re not sure when we’ll get it again.

You fall. There is something that takes you over, something that inhabits you from within. There is the you that exists as an independent entity, and the you who is heavily under the influence of sex. And maybe you are one of the chosen ones who can elude the emotional attachment entirely, who can leave things in a neat, folded pile where you found them when you are done. Maybe slipping out the window is as natural to you as slipping your underwear back on. But there is something there that has given in, something that remembers.

Something that realizes the immense honor it is every time someone presents us with their naked, insecure bodies and says, “Take this.” There is a part of you that knows this was special, and a gift, and should not be taken for granted. There is a part of you that is still observing the crack in the ceiling and wondering if they’re ever going to spackle it.

“No,” you think, “They probably won’t fix it. But I shouldn’t bring it up — I don’t really know them, after all.”

– Charlotte Green –

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one for the team: part 1

You once told me anything is possible but my smell in this place is unexpected.

It’s unexpected after such a tough game, to see your sweet-faced lover spread out on the crusty bench.  My hands are buried in his sweaty hair, pulling him deeper into my red-hot pussy.  When my head tilts back, our eyes meet and I smile – you know that smile – the one I have when I’m getting my way, when I’m exactly where I want to be.

And this all-star… he’s good on the ice but his tongue is even slicker there between my warm, strong legs.  “Mmmm yeah, that’s it.  Suck my cock-hungry slit,” I purr. He’s warming me up, taking time to stretch and suck each of my hot, wet pussy folds.  The whole team’s here, fresh out of the shower and as I scan those strong, wet bodies I cum right there in his mouth; he drinks me in deep, like water.

Only you know how desperate I am to be stuffed with hard cock in every fucking hole.  Only I know how long you’ve dreamed of this day.

On all fours, my hips sway and tease the circle of growing cocks surrounding me.  “Come on, boys,” I say as I swing my stiff, caramel nipples, “My baby needs the team to score tonight.”  I look each one in the eye and say, “Somebody fuck me.”  All eyes turn to you in amazement, dying to share in your good fortunes, begging your permission. You smile your dirty, sexy smile, settle on the bench, lean against the wall, and pull out your dancing dick.

And the game is on.  It’s the National Fuck League and you’re in the box seat, Baby.

I’m so juiced up, I’m dripping as they crowd around and he spreads me wide from behind.  I feel other hands on me, squeezing and rubbing as I roll over and spread my legs wide, running my hands down the inside of my thighs.

He climbs on the bench, grips my knees and pulls them farther apart.  I arch my back and bite my lip, “Show his hungry, little cockslut the time of her life.   Fuck me hard, big boy”.

He lunges his huge cock into me and I howl.  I grab a hand to pull another buddy closer.  “Give me that big cock to suck on, “ I command.  This throbbing piece of meat finds its way into my hungry mouth and we all hear him groan as I take his full length in.   More hands twist and tease my tits; my ass and I reach out to take two more dirty cocks in each hand.

My whole body’s hot and buzzing.  It’s a dirty fuck-fest and oh Baby, I am loving all this hot cock, the more meat I take in my mouth, my hands, my cunt… the wilder I get, the louder I moan and grind myself up into all that man meat.

I flip us over until I’m riding him, until my hips buck and pound against his huge rod, devouring this want between us. My body’s in a rhythm all it’s own now, as my head bobs and our bodies slap that stick.  Another set of hands… or maybe it’s a mouth… has been seducing my ass; I nearly choke on the pleasure of my gasps. I look you in the eye and beg, “Give me more Baby.  I need more cock, as much fucking meat as you can give me.  Please, oh please, give me what I need!”

This is training camp and even though I’m ready for whatever comes, I still cry out as another eases his fingers and then his thick cock into my tight, chocolate hole.  They pick up speed, my pussy is getting thrashed, my net takes it all and I’m driven into frenzy.  I turn my head and another cock pushes deep into my throat, up against my cheeks. Grinding my face, my cunt and my ass into these boys, our eyes meet as I cum for the second time.  I feel my goalkeeper’s hot, dripping mess on the small of my back.  And almost as quickly, I’m flipped over as more cum spills all over my tits.  I rub their dirty juices all over my slim, tight body and moan, looking for my next fuck.  I see him, eyes full on your glistening lover.  He can’t wait to get what’s coming…

My hands on the bench, he spreads wide my pussy lips, and sucks my clit from behind.  The slick dirt and his tongue nearly make me cum again right then.  I turn slightly and lean on one hand as he lifts my leg over his shoulder and plunges so deep into me I feel it in my tummy.  My head falls back and I’m completely at their mercy.  Another cock finds its way back into my mouth as his hands grab my hair and he plunges into my sweet, rosy-cheeked face.  There’s so much moaning and calling out but all you can hear is my overheated moaning. My current cunt-lover reaches around and rubs my clit while he pounds your slut-willing honey.  I scream this third time as I cum.  My nails dig into the bench, marking this night forever.

. . . to be continued

by Lola Moi