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My middle finger was in the cleft of her ass, resting conspicuously against her anus. The tiny orifice puckered as though for a kiss while the pad of my finger caressed it. She looked back and up at me while I held her like this against the hotel room door as she fumbled to get the magnetic card into the electronic door lock. A maid was peering at us from down the hall.

Ah, yes. Romps in hotels.

Her pussy stays the wettest of any woman I have ever known. The sweetness literally pours from her. I suck her cunt and clit, alternating at times to push her protruding pink clit around with my tongue; teasing, toying, denying…

That last word— perfect. Although I admit fully: denying is nothing without fulfilling. Much later, of course.

The couple in 312 @ Conning Devil

Formal-wear can be so… formal, sometimes.

He studies her, and as he does so, he imagines himself amongst the party-goers, anonymous in black tuxedo and bow tie. He imagines the other men watching her, unable to drag their gazes away from her. He knows what they’ll be thinking. They’ll be wondering what it would be like to slip their hand inside the long slit on her dress and onto the warmth of her thigh. They’ll be wondering what it would be like to be alone with her, to take hold of the gown’s zip and draw it slowly downwards until the dress slides down her body and pools at her feet.

Well, and then there’s that.

Silk @ Easily Aroused

I have always considered myself a pro when it comes to “cock worship.” There is nothing like having cock in my mouth– that mix of hard stone and the soft velvet of flesh combined with the saltiness of pre cum. There is a power I have when your cock is in my mouth. The sounds I can elicit from you with my tongue as it runs the backside of your shaft. The sigh that escapes my own mouth at the pleasure I get from having you this way.

No complaints here.

white fruit @ Library Vixen

The only Major problem is that my birthday is St. Patrick’s Day, and I hadn’t accounted for the fact that an influx of drunk college kids that will undoubtedly be throwing beads and throwing up all over the town. Better to stay locked in rooms with hot tubs and cameras.

Best to avoid major problems on your birthday.

Lady Days and Birthdayssssss @ FLNGS

For ages I had wanted to write a ‘Coming of Dominant’ story. I had written several ‘Coming of Submissive’ stories to the point that they were threatening to bore me. As a dominant I wanted to tell a story closer to my own interests. I stumbled across doing so when I did ‘Volleyball Island Madd-ness’ but that was a comedy. Heck, it was also a female dominant, which is not quite me.

He crafts (erotic) fiction. And that is admirable.

The Wolf Inside @ Erotiterrorist

I peel back thick draperies to let in the sun.
It’s balmy and bright outside; but hot as blazes in this skin.
I press bare breasts against the cool glass and sigh.

Poetry.

Une chambre avec vue de vous @ La Damnation de Luna Mauvaise

She hangs onto the drapes, pressing her arse back to meet my thrusts. I quickly release the clasp on her brassiere, slipping my greedy hands beneath the now-loose cups, moulding her full, soft flesh to my grasp. Each time I enter her to the hilt, she gasps with blissful fulfillment; each time I withdraw to the point where the corniced ridge of my glans pulls provocatively upon her labia, her sighs of pleasure sound bitter-sweet. I fuck her with long strokes, my lips and my teeth working upon the collection of delicate nerves where her neck becomes her shoulder. I hear the curtains straining in their tracks, and half-expect them to come crashing down. And through it all, she watches my reflection in the window as I watch hers, and beyond our transparent duplicates, the night watches us both.

At the moment, I cannot think of anything better.

Aftermath @ Easily Aroused

Sarah and Joan were talking about blow jobs, and Joan was giving her some tips and advice. Joan was not outspoken, but extremely comfortable with her sexuality, and happy to help a friend. They discussed confidence, rhythm, technique, wetness, fingers, and just about every aspect of a blow job under the sun. Naturally, this kind of in depth conversation got us all in a highly aroused state, not that it was difficult to get there.

“Let me just show you. Dave, can I give you a blow job?”

Right… like I need to tell you what the answer to that question is.

Joan had explained that when you’re giving a proper blow job, the conclusion is the guy cumming, and you shouldn’t expect sex afterwards. A proper blow job should incapacitate him, and leave his mind flailing. They are for times like this, four o’clock on a Saturday afternoon. Sure it’s great to suck his cock a bit as part of foreplay before sex, and he sure as hell better reciprocate, but that’s not a blow job.

Ah yes, le petit mort…

One of the greats @ Glimpses of Dave

The specter of every phrase
goes brittle at the edges.
I cut myself on them
to make sure they
were ever said.

I’m usually at a loss for poetry. This, however, is not lost on me.

white room @ Remittance Girl

She trembled as I stripped her in the dark until she was naked, her smooth curving form contrasting eerily with our jagged and shadowy surroundings. My fingers explored her wet and wanting sex, delving, touching, toying, finding and tormenting her clit and her increasingly wet hole. She clung to me desperately as she gave in to her base desires. I spanked her pussy as she murmured her want and pleaded for mercy.

Superbly dark.

Behind the Lake @ Conning Devil