What made you so wet last night?
What was in your mind?

I had planned to sleep last night; I knew you were tired, but when your hands started to find me under­neath the cov­ers my mind woke up; dri­ven from a half sleep stu­por by a cool touch on my thighs and the shaft of my cock. I turned to find you naked, half asleep, dream­ing, avail­able. My lips found your breasts and my hands found your hips as I pulled you closer to me. You responded to the inquiry of my touch and my kisses with a lift of your body and a moan.

We could have kissed and touched all night long, build­ing up to the inevitable fire, but I wanted to be inside you.

While my lips touch­ing yours and our tongues con­tin­ued to dance I let my hand slide from the cup of your breast dow your stom­ach. I slid my fin­gers along the out­side of your freshly shaved pussy, lightly touch­ing you, feel­ing your respond­ing pres­sure against my hand and fero­cious kiss. Push­ing through your lips my fin­ger slipped inside you to find a tor­rent of pas­sion; hot, drip­ping, ready.

It was noth­ing to roll you on top of me and posi­tion you so that your fall impaled you on my eager cock. There was no resis­tance as the head parted your lips and drove deep into you, bathed in the resul­tant pas­sion of your dreams and our touches. In an instant you had taken all of me inside you and began that slow dance of your hips and ass that makes long gen­tle pulls of my shaft, then back down grind­ing your pussy against me as you take me to the hilt, then again up, then down…

… you rode me quickly to a shud­der­ing orgasm; your heat radi­at­ing on to me as you your dance became both stronger and more fran­tic. From sleep your moans became cries as your pussy tight­ened around me and pulled me in. A quick roll and I was on top of you and you were pounded into the bed — arms over your head and body pushed down by my shoul­ders and my thrusts. Your cries redou­bled from the thrash­ing of my cock and body pound­ing into you and reignit­ing your orgasm as I reached a cli­max of my own fill­ing your already hot wet pussy with the accu­mu­lated pas­sion of sev­eral days.

Moments later we fell apart. Ready to fall back into full sleep. Full of spent thoughts and wet dreams.

I could watch you all day. I dis­cov­ered this over the week­end while being sick and unmo­ti­vated. Yes­ter­day and this morn­ing while I lay in bed I could see you as you went through the process of get­ting ready for work and real­ized that your body is to my eyes almost as much as it is to my hands and my lips;

Your form is deli­cious in its depth of shadow and light mov­ing across the curves of hips and breasts.

Your hair falling as a frame around your face and a breeze across your neck.

I see you walk and can remem­ber the feel­ing of your legs wrap­ping around me and your body mov­ing under mine.

I could watch you all day.

But as I recover I real­ize that my senses want more.

My hands want to explore the spaces artic­u­lated by shadows

I want to feel the fall of your hair across my face while your body moves above mine

And finally to be inside you again, drawn into you fur­ther as you wrap your legs around me and begin to move…

I could watch you all day

But soon the van­tage point will change

Thanks for tak­ing care of me. I’m glad to be feel­ing better.

I’ve been feel­ing under the weather. Not good for writ­ing at all, let alone about sex. Also not good for any­thing really phys­i­cal at all. I end up trapped inside the mush I call a brain, unable to act upon the desires and fan­tasies the week­end and A___’s deli­cious body bring to mind.

I’ve had a few moments when everything’s come together. And per­haps that will con­tinue. We had some fan­tas­tic lov­ing this morn­ing… I think… but that could have been last night.  For now…

If things clear up I’ll share the dreams I had last night in which A___ and I shared our bed with an extremely oral and very phys­i­cal cou­ple; and the other in which A___ and a woman began a dis­cov­ery a long time coming.

More soon.

S___ is sick, as I was early this week.  I imag­ine I was the cause, as even when we are sick we have a hard time keep­ing our hands off of each other.

The tone is just a bit more sub­dued now.  Suck­ing his cock slowly, qui­etly, let­ting him enjoy and relax.  Rid­ing him with pur­pose, doing the work myself, so that he can rest.  Gen­tly stroking him as he falls asleep.

I’ll let him be.  I want him rested up, so that the next time he falls asleep with his head in my lap I can hold him there and put him to good use.  So that when he lies next to me, curl­ing into my body I can smother his face in my breasts and feel his mouth around my nipples.

He needs the energy to tie me down and use me.  Needs the rest so that he can keep me up all night, mov­ing around my body to find new places to cum.  He needs the sleep so that he can be up first, wak­ing me by forc­ing his hard cock into my pussy, when I am not quite ready for him.

I’ll let him saok up the steam of the shower alone so that later he can have me tied there as he has been before.  I’ll gen­tly play with his penis as he watches movies so that he can make them with me once he feels better.

There’s noth­ing quite like a lit­tle time off to make you want more.

Lights out, doors shut, I slip out of my panties and begin slowly,

…the toy slips inside me with ease, it’s buzzing muf­fled, the vibra­tions puls­ing as I pinch my nipples…

…no pain only pres­sure as the other toy is put to work, pick­ing up slight vibra­tions as it is slowly pushed in further…

…already primed the other end fits, fill­ing for­bid­den spaces as the toy in front con­tin­ues to hum…

…pump­ing in and out let­ting the buzz con­tinue inside until I can’t hold back, slip­ping it out I hold it to my clit and cum…

…every bit of me throbs as I clean up, pack­ing away the toys, already think­ing that buzz will be heard again soon…

then you will come home and we can play together.

You star­tled me when I walked into the bed­room.  You had decided to start the week­end early and knew I always change as soon as I get home.

Your fin­gers come to my lips as I begin to speak, a gen­tle warn­ing, you don’t want any talk­ing.  Stand­ing there in noth­ing but your black briefs you look fan­tas­tic.  A quick glance around the room tells me that you do have plans.  The bed is made with the restraints vis­i­ble and eas­ily accessed.  A few toys are out within easy reach.  The room is lit but dimly, and is warm com­pared to the rest of the house.  On the bed you’ve placed a few things for me to wear; black panties, chemise, and stock­ings.  Put those on you whis­per in my ear as you nib­ble at it.

You leave as I change into the out­fit of your choice.  When you return you appraise me.  Your hands move over my curves; they play beneath waist bands; they pinch through fab­ric, before you lead me back towards the liv­ing room.  You posi­tion me on the couch.  Reclin­ing back with my legs on the couch, knees bent slightly, chest turned to the front.  I am clay in your hands, I move as you want me too, becom­ing more aroused with every touch.  My book is handed to me and you go to your work on the com­puter, not at your reg­u­lar desk, but at a chair sit­ting directly across from me.   “I want to be able to see you like this” you say, and I oblige, relax­ing into myself, try­ing not to be too con­scious of you staring.

I’m in my book when I feel your hand on my leg, feel­ing the silk­i­ness of the stock­ings you chose.  I lower my book when you tell me not to, keep read­ing you say, and I try.  I try but your hands feel amaz­ing.  I am barely able to hold the book up when I feel your mouth kiss­ing its way up my leg.  Your fin­gers slip beneath my panties and the book drops.  I take a breath and move, open­ing myself to you fur­ther.  “Keep read­ing and don’t move” your voice is direct, you mean what you say.  The book goes up again and I try, I try to focus.  Kisses up the other leg then your hands part them.  I feel your mouth on my pussy, push­ing at the fab­ric, you must feel how wet they are.  As your mouth moves my book drops again.  My back arches.  I moan with pleasure.

“I didn’t think I’d have to tie you up so soon” you say as you grab my wrists to pull me up.  I’m on my feet when you take me by the hair and push me into the bed­room.  You push me onto the bed and pause a moment.  I’m not sure what is hap­pen­ing until I see your eyes.  You are look­ing at me and your toys and decid­ing.   Face up, or face down, how do you tie me first…

He had me at  boil early.

I could feel his fin­gers brush­ing me.  I could feel his eyes on me.  I could see him swelling beneath his briefs.  I wanted him right then.

He teases me; tells me of his plans to have me tied down this week­end; tells me he will decide how he will cum tonight; he lets me think of the ways; drip­ping down my throat, or my chin, or down my thighs.  I tell him I want all three.  I sug­gest even more.

S___ is feel­ing a bit under the weather today though so I will have to be patient.  I cant wear him out all night.  So instead I will help him to relax and feel bet­ter.   A hot shower, an open robe, a story, I imag­ine I’ll find a way to perk him up.

… spread out across the quilts and sheets in the dim light from the street lamp I could sit and look at your body as long as I desired with­out you get­ting self con­scious. You were like the fold­ers of pic­tures we’ve col­lected; quiet, still. I had just spent some time scrolling through our photo album…

I watched your lips smile slightly as I climbed into bed. I imag­ined your mouth open­ing in a soft moan; my mind remem­ber­ing the look and feel of your lips slid­ing down the shaft of my cock. Your eyes stayed closed but I could remem­ber them look­ing up at me as you took me deep into your mouth; in the woods, in our secret cor­ner of the gro­cery, behind closed doors in crowded houses

Your head turned towards me and your hair fell over your col­lar­bone and neck bring­ing back visions of your lips con­nected to J___ halfway hid­den beneath your hair. I watched your breasts rise and fall gen­tly with each breath. A gen­tle brush of my fin­ger­tips made your breath­ing sharper and your nip­ples harden. Mem­o­ries of you two delight­ing in each oth­ers breasts with lips and hands.

Down your belly to the waist­band of your paja­mas, then down between your legs, feel­ing your pussy grow hot and wet through the cot­ton. You moaned slightly and lifted into my hand. I thought back to that time in your liv­ing room in your old apart­ment; fully clothed and rid­ing my hand to orgasm before we’d had sex for the first time.

Such a short time together to have gath­ered such fan­tas­tic mem­o­ries. These and so many more flooded through my head: I would rav­ish you with my mouth and my hands; impale you on my cock. Rock your body until you woke up to the onslaught of a tidal orgasm

But not tonight. Tonight I want to look at you and touch you… and let you sleep.

Well. Appar­ently our video was flagged as inap­pro­pri­ate. To this I say, if you aren’t look­ing for “adult con­tent” ignore the ones tagged with blind­fold, bondage, and oral.

Sorry for all who missed it. We shall find another host.

If you really would like to watch we have it up on Yuvutu. Not how I really want our videos viewed but, since some of you missed out…I feel bad.

You can find it here…

S___ and I have been mak­ing some movies, some short, some long. We’ve been hav­ing a bit of trou­ble try­ing to post them though. Hope­fully this one works, and gives you some insight into some of our past stories.

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(our video got flagged…I’m upset about that…but you can go watch it here instead if you like)