Inspired thoughts.

Simon bought me a few books the other day, I think that’s what sparked the thought. Anias Nin. She has a very par­tic­u­lar writ­ing style, and tells a won­der­ful story. Some­times the full story, some­times only a snip­pet, but she is direct and crosses taboos in a way that will make me wet even if I am shaken by the story.

Before sleep my mind was wan­der­ing, think­ing of things Simon and I have done in the past, what we have paused on, and think­ing of the future. I had mem­o­ries of shows we have been to. Dark, crowded, peo­ple push­ing against you in all direc­tions. All sweat and movement.

I thought of him behind me in the crowd, press­ing against me harder and harder by the rush of peo­ple. His hands pro­tect­ing and own­ing me at the same time; using the slower music to play with my nip­ples; to press up and hold my ass against his hard cock. Another push of the crowd and we are pressed closer still as his hands fall to the hem of my skirt. He lifts it, uncon­cerned about the crowd, every­one is to close to see any­thing even if he did care. My ass exposed he presses harder as his hand wan­ders to the front and explores the wet­ness of my pussy through my thin panties. The crowed moves in pulses and he is fuck­ing me with his hands, with his whole body from behind. My eyes close and I won­der how he is stand­ing, his cock feels like stone through his jeans. I reach around to feel and he denies me, mov­ing my hands back to my sides as he con­tin­ues his assault of my pussy. A whim­per escapes me, unheard in the pulse of peo­ple, my panties are soaked, Simon is vir­tu­ally hold­ing me up as my orgasm runs through my body.

Slowly he pulls my skirt back down and we return to the show as active par­tic­i­pants, danc­ing, singing, puls­ing with the crowd. I press against Simon again and feel his cock as hard as before. I reach for him and rub through his jeans, elic­it­ing a moan as I lead him back to a dark table in the back…

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  1. Rogue says on :

    Hav­ing one’s part­ner grip and feel one’s cock through pants, in pub­lic, hid­den and naugh­tily, is one of life’s most sen­sual things.

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