Teasing the eye of the hurricaine

...because I know how rough it is going through withdrawal from me. I'm sure quitting smoking is easier. On the flip side, my scent can stick in your mind like a fly stuck in a spider web.

My sadistic streak is starting to get the best of me sometimes. But is it really too much to ask to be the one in complete control of a couple of males who couldn't resist me?

I hope it bothers them,too. Every time they catch my scent on a breeze snaking around their noses I hope their dick stands on end. Whenever they accidentally brush the hand of a passing female, even when they're participating in a flat out orgy; no girl has it like I do. I hope they have to use her to pretend they're fucking me. No guy is ever the same after having a taste.

And it's a shame that one of them decided to cut all ties when neither one of you are even in the same ballpark as to knowing what I am truly capable of. Hell, you two probably would pitch a tent when I start wearing skimpier outfits for the coming hot months.

I don't even care about all of that. I want what was promised to me. That's the only way I could debate whether or not Mr. Cocky is actually telling the truth when he says "I'm the best you've ever had".

Don't talk about it, be about it. Unless you want to be a pussy and back out; one less egg to fry, right?

Besides, how much you like or dislike a person has nothing to do with whether or not they would fuck you. Which is why he too this day can NEVER seem to drum up the courage to talk to me one on one. In person he's one of the most submissive males I've been privy to, along with his roommate.



Remember that especially girls. YOU'RE the one in control, you always have been. Now start acting like it.

The Calm Before the Storm

I have been working on some story ideas; I am especially working on a piece that I have debuted other places and here at blogspot.

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Ravenous

I never thought that I could want you even more now than I ever had then.

I can assure you that you were not the only one who's memories came back; mine were coming back to me in the form of a gentle flood that pooled between my thighs.

All I could think about was having your face between them like you used to. Your mouth would drive me to brinks I had not known existed. Kissing you again after so much time had passed; I could practically feel your tongue raking against my clit while it was tangled with mine. I wanted you to just push my pants down and start lapping up all the juices that were starting to form just from getting to feel your body pressed against me while we kissed.

You did eventually devour me from where I stood, just like you used to, but not the first time we reunited. After you had worked my g-spot with those hands I had also missed, you pushed me onto my back, ripped off my pants, and just dove. You didn't even bother to undress me completely, because you saw that I had made myself completely smooth for you; not a trace of a hair, so that I could feel every millimeter of you working me.

You ate me as though you had been starved for me this whole time, but as I lay there, my head moving side to side as I started to drift, I knew there could be no possible way you missed me as much as I had been missing you.

I had been so desperate for you that I felt myself growing increasingly delirious, and it was only in the first five minutes. Knowing that I had upwards of an hour or maybe even more to just lay there and let you make me cum again and again was enough to make me even more dizzy.

My recollections of it are so hazy. Even though you had been down there a considerable amount of time, a few hours after you had left I found myself needing you again, needing you more than ever.

When we saw each other the next week, it seemed as though you felt the same way, because it has been an awfully long time since you had grabbed me and pressed your lips and body against me like that. I even heard you groan as you grabbed my ass to grind my pussy against the bulge already hard between us.

My shirt went off in a flurry, and the next thing I knew, my pants were off, I was completely naked, and you were on your knees in front of me.

I was standing there, completely helpless, while your mouth was working on driving me even more desperate than it had just one week ago.

Every time I have you I need you even more after it's over.

I could have let you eat me for the rest of the day well into the night. Even if you had, I know I would have still would have wanted you even more after you had gone.

I never imagined in my wildest dreams that I could ever have someone in my life who I know without a doubt I could never get enough of.

That realization would terrify me if I were not already so preoccupied with needing you so fucking bad, all the time, every day, every night.

Every time you bury that tongue in my pussy, every time you thrust your dick inside it, I want you to know that this pussy is yours. Even this whole time we were apart, it never stopped needing you, and neither have I.

Even so, I know it is unlikely I will belong to you forever, but we can worry about that when the time comes.

For now, I am more than happy that I am your little slut. For now, I belong only to you, and I ache for you during your absence.

Slow Burn

She took off her robe and hung it back up in the closet.

Looking at herself in the full-length mirror, she assessed the progress she had made since she had her child. Her hips were noticeably wider,exaggerating her already curvy figure. Her fingers grazed against her stomach absentmindedly, and she took a few steps back so she could fall back onto the bed.

She lay there for a few moments with her eyes closed. Memories of him flashed across the back of her eyelids without warning, and she gasped at the impact it made between her legs.

"Dammit". She wasn't sure if the word she just whispered under her breath was a more prayer or a curse. She couldn't believe how deeply embedded those memories were.

But she couldn't help it. The only time she felt anything at all was when she thought of him and his mouth on her. It caused a slow burn around her icy exterior. It was the most exhilarating and the most terrifying thing she had ever felt.

So she went to the night stand and got out her favorite toy; a dildo that she had picked up with a girlfriend while on South Street one night. She had picked this one out especially because it was almost the exact thickness of him.

She laid down and spread her legs. Already wet, she massaged the tip of the dildo into her pussy slowly, letting it go in an inch at a time. She imagined how every time he was on top, he couldn't keep his hands off of her thighs. She was always self-conscious about them, but for some reason watching how much he liked them made her feel incredibly sexy.

Moaning, she began rubbing herself as she thrust the dildo harder and faster.


She imagined it was him slamming into her, and in her fantasy she was handcuffed to the bedpost. He slipped his thumb between their bodies and gently worked her clit. By then she had rubbed it completely swollen, and she started moaning as she pretended her hand was his.

His thrusts grew more desperate, and suddenly she heard him speak:

"Look at me".

She met his gaze, eyelids half-closed, pupils dilated.

"Cum".

She rubbed her clit as hard as she could and cried out, thrashing on the bed at the intensity of her orgasm.

In her fantasy she pictured him cumming with her, thrusting in her one final time, groaning her name over and over before finally collapsing on top of her.

Her eyes opened, and she was meet with the reality that she was completely alone, lying on the bed, shaking at the thought of him.

An Hour Deep

The sound of the band hit her ears before they had even pulled up to the house.

"Sounds like they're about an hour deep already".

"Does that surprise you?" she said to the driver, a grin on her face. "I can't believe they started this late".

The music had started at nine, and from the sound of it, the chaos ensuing would be shut down at about eleven. Best to act quickly.

Her girlfriend stepped out of the driver's side; she followed not far behind her. The boots made it a little hard to walk, but she was finally beginning to get used to them. Having them on added a good three inches to her frame. She would tower over a good many females inside, no doubt. It would probably make her seem pretty intimidating.

Good.

Walking inside, it was painfully obvious her assumption was right. Eyes were on her as soon as she entered, and they stayed on her as she made her way through the crowd. She noticed the pair of eyes in the corner, attached to him. He was perched on the arm of a couch. She made sure to maintain eye contact, her face completely unreadable as she slowly peeled her black leather jacket off. It matched well with her leather mini skirt. Under the jacket was a low-cut white wife-beater. Her hair, curled into sexy distortion, spilled down her back.

The black stiletto boots reached just below her knees, and her thighs were covered in black fishnet thigh-highs. A thick black leather choker was wrapped around her neck. It looked like a collar from a distance. Her eyes were lined in black, making her eyes cat-like, predatory. She looked fresh out of an action movie. Pivoting to the left, she made her way slowly up the stairs, jacket slung over her shoulders.

You couldn't have asked for a better entrance.

She made her way into an empty room, sat down at the edge of the bed, and waited.

Two minutes later, he appeared at the doorway. He leaned against it, taking in the sight of her sitting cross legged, hands on her thighs. He made his way into the room, shutting and locking the door behind him. He walked over, stopping in front of her. Neither one had said a word yet.

Suddenly, he grabbed her thighs, forced them apart, and jerked her forward, causing her to fall back onto the bed. He groaned loudly-she wasn't wearing any panties. His mouth sucked in her clit, his fingers massaged her G-spot. Drenched already.

She cried out from the shock of him finally giving her what she wanted. Not bothering with asking, just taking. Her fingers buried themselves into his hair, and she wrenched his face from her pussy. He looked at her, his mouth as glazed as his eyes. He didn't even have time to protest, because she had already managed to throw him onto his back. She grabbed an arm; in the dark he could hear the faint clinking of metal. One metal bracelet locked onto his wrist, and she raised it above his head.

"What are you-"

"Shut the fuck up and give me your other arm", she hissed. He raised it above his head.

*Clink*

He felt her get off of the bed.

"You're not leaving me are you?!"

"Of course not, you dumbass."

The lights came on, and they both cringed. She pulled her wife-beater over her head, but kept her pink see-through lace bra.

She climbed back on the bed, and bent to unzip him. He was more rigid than she'd ever seen him. His pulse was beating in her palm. She smiled for the first time since she had arrived.

"If you think you have been desperate to touch me before"

Her voice trailed off as she swung her leg over to straddle him. She brushed the head of his cock gently over her clit, dragging it over the length of her shaved pussy lips.

"I'm going to teach you what it is to be desperate".

"Teach me?"

"Yes, of course. I told you I would, remember?"

She let go so she could soak his shaft with her juices. When she felt that he was completely saturated, she jumped off to pull his jeans down. Keeping eye contact the entire time, she bent down and started licking him clean. When she had gotten everything off, she rose up and shoved her tongue between his lips. She kissed him passionately for a few minutes before breaking their lips apart.


She looked at him, her eyes bright with laughter.

"So......how do I taste?"

To be continued....

She Makes Me Think of Lightening in the Skies

I made my way outside, the shots I had devoured at the bar hitting me all at once. My vision was blurred for a few seconds as I tried to grasp my equilibrium, and I grabbed the first figure I saw in front of me to keep from falling. Strong arms wrapped around me, holding me up. I giggled out an apology, clumsily pushing my hair out of my face finally managing to look up.

"Oh..."

I was wondering when I'd get the chance to run into you again. You grinned at me, gave me a quiet hello. I noticed that you still had me in your arms. Clearing my throat, I leaned in and whispered into your ear:

"Well, it looks like someones happy to see me."

I nibbled on your neck for a split second, inhaling your cologne. I untangled myself from you, being sure to wink at you before I started walking towards home.

"You don't think I'd actually let you walk home in your condition, did you?"

I turned around and watched you head towards me, wrapping an arm around me so you could help me to your truck. I climbed into the passenger side, my head rolling back onto the head rest. I closed my eyes while you slid into the driver's side and started the engine. I turned my head toward you and gazed at you through slitted eyelids.

"Did I ever tell you that you have a great smile?" I asked. The air conditioning you had turned on was helping me sober up.

"Is that right?"

"Yes, and-"

I stopped mid sentence and stared at you.

"Oh. My. God."

"What?!"

I tried to hide my grin, but I couldn't help it. "You're blushing, that's what!"

"Shut up."

"No, it's adorable!"

"Shut. Up."

"Oh, don't be bashful; it's too cute!" I gushed as you pulled out of the parking lot of the bar.

Shaking your head, I heard you chuckle softly as you parked in front of my house a few minutes later.

We sat in silence for a little while; both of us gazing outside of our prospective windows for a few moments.

"Well, be sure to take some aspirin and drink a lot of water before you go to be-"

You never did get to finish that thought. I had been sitting there thinking about kissing you since the moment you sat beside me. Actually, that's a lie. I had been thinking about kissing you since the moment I first saw you.

I remember the night we met. You were watching me with __. It was only the second time I've ever had someone watch me like that, and the first time I was ever watched with the lights on. I really wanted those lights off at first, but that damn ___ is such a good kisser and made me so turned on I didn't give a damn to the fact that I had an audience.

I remember hearing your commentary in the background, and I remember feeling your mouth on my neck. I should have just grabbed the back of your head and plunged my tongue down your throat right then, but I could barely remember my own name due to the tongue that was already causing my clit to harden and my back to arch off of the bed.

I opened my eyes and saw you kneeling in front of me, naked and completely ready.

I have to admit; your dick is one of the best looking I've ever seen.

I can't recall the exact series of events, but I remember quite vividly how your mouth felt on my pussy. It's one of my favorite things to fantasize about when I'm in the shower.

That tongue of yours was all I could think about as I ran my hand from the back of your neck and let it trail to the bulge underneath your zipper. I smiled against your mouth while I massaged you. I could feel my pussy getting hot as an oven for you.

"I don't think either one of us is ready for me to get inside and go to bed just yet," I whispered. "What do you suggest?"

You untangled yourself from me and put the car back into drive.

"Where are we going?" I fumbled with refashioning my seat belt.

"Someplace where we definitely won't be sleeping."

He parked his truck close to the entrance of the hotel.

"I suppose we're getting ourselves a room?"

"Already have one," you said, showing me his room key. "I had a small party last night and I have the room until checkout Monday morning."

Opening the passenger door and offering your hand, you helped me out of the truck. I was much more steady on my feet now, even though the heated aftermath of our make-out session still lingered between my thighs. I followed you past the bored looking hotel clerk at the front desk and into the elevator. We stood in silence side by side, watching the numbers tick by until the doors finally opened to your floor. We walked up to the room, you fed the door the room key, and we were inside, alone, finally.

I strolled in slowly, taking in the mundane beige walls that is the standard of cooperate hotel chains. A regulation painting of a generic garden, a mini bar, stiff floral comforters on twin queen beds.

"Not bad," I said, taking off my jacket as I peered through the blinds into the lovely view of the nearly empty florescent lit parking lot.

"It serves its purpose," you said behind me. I continued to stare out through the blinds when I felt one of your hands wrap around my waist. The other brushed my hair off of my neck so that your mouth could have access to it. I groaned as your facial hair scratched against my skin, and I parted my legs for you so your other hand could lift up my skirt. One hand inside my panties, one hand up my shirt. I reached my arm up to run my fingers through your hair; I had to grab onto something; my knees were getting weaker by the second.

Your hand slid down from underneath my bra to join your other hand, hooking your thumbs through the sides of my thong and sliding them down. My legs spread, you ran your fingers along my thighs as you used them to push up my skirt. I placed both hands on either side of the window, bending over slightly.

On your knees, your tongue spelled out invisible letters on my clit, making my thighs shake and my fingers claw the wall for dear life. I groaned your name over and over, my breathing getting snagged at every lick. I felt your hands reach up and spread me open; giving your mouth access to suck me into your mouth. I saw the hotel clerk through the cracks of the Venetian blinds, he had wandered outside and was fishing a cigarette out of the inside of his jacket.

More code was written out on my clit, and it was too much.

One dirty daydream after another, weeks of sexual tension, endless lonely nights spent wanting you all were released in a primal, desperate scream.

You detached your mouth from me just in time to catch me from crumpling to the floor. You gathered me up and headed towards the bed.

I can't stop shaking.

I try to concentrate on your lips, your body pressed against me, your knees parting my legs so you could settle between them. So hard and ready; I grab your hips and grind against them.

You tease me, grazing against me slowly, gently, concentrating on the source of the orgasm you gave me a few seconds ago.

I groan, grab the headboard, try to slide you inside me myself. You refuse.

Your mouth travels down my neck and latches onto one of my nipples. My breath leaves quickly. I know what you want to hear.

"Please".

I cry out as you finally fill me, over and over, not pulling out of me once, all night.