Music for Monday- Uh Huh Her

I really like this band makes me want to sway around the house.

FF 2

Flash Friday time… I’ve enclosed a photo of my curves because to be honest there is nothing more sexy than a woman’s curves. The breasts that rise and fall with each heaving breath. The hip that begs to be grabbed and pulled around. The navel that begs to be licked. The junction of the thighs which deserve worship and further exploration. Please enjoy the masterpiece that is a woman’s form. I have some explorations of my own to do. 

HNT 2

Try not to drool on your keyboard

First Flash Friday

Please enjoy!

The Meld

the rhythym of your breathing, hot in my ear

the trailing of your fingers down my back

the dreamy look your eyes contain, imediately prior to your blasts

the dirty things you say to me, to bring me to that platform too

the way you call my name, as we meld to one from two

these things are all why I love you

My First HNT

Well here it is Thursday, I have been advised to get naked and participate, so here I am, be nice to me, I am after all a HNT virgin.

 

Taking care of house and home

He’s been working hard all week I think to myself eyeing the clock. It’s 3:30 he’ll be home in two hours. I close the blinds and smile to myself thinking about his reactions when he sees what I have in store for him. I put my Ipod on shuffle, light some candles and draw myself a bath. As I feel the warm bubbles hit my skin I catch the slight exotic smell of vanilla. I dreamily let my mind wander to my thoughtful partner. He has had the week from hell, and I’m fully sympathetic and want to make everything better.

Just thinking about him makes my nipples perk with excitement. He’s got dark hair, deep brown eyes and muscles covered in perfectly tan skin. I love his tattoos and his labret piercing which is covered by a goatee that tickles my clitoris until I becomes a writhing, screaming mess when he licks my aching pussy. Absent-mindedly I begin playing with my clitoris, rubbing my fingers in circles, hands pinching my nipples, trying to feel the heady rush of orgasm. I feel my body begin to tremble and I begin arching towards my fingers wanting penetration I so desperately need. As always, when I masturbate I come quickly, but I’m left wanton. I’ve stoked a fire within my belly and there is only one way to put it out, I need him deep inside me. I need him to thrust inside me until, in a tangle of limbs we orgasm, but I must wait.

I climb out of the bath, grab my towel and purse my lips and blow out the candles. I drift down the hallway to check the time. 4:30, DAMN! I’m willing the clock to tick faster. I notice my favorite lotion, a present from him, in the kitchen. I open it the smell wafting towards my nose, fresh vanilla with a touch of mint. I take the lotion to the living room and drizzle it all over my curvaceous body. I’m both thankful and sorry I’ve closed the blinds. Perhaps I should have tickled some passing gentleman’s fancy by leaving the blinds and the windows cracked. I begin rubbing the lotion in at my feet. They are both ticklish and intensely pleasurable for me. I recalls telling him that I’d be in heaven if he could fuck me and rub my feet at the same time. Mmmm fucking him would be delectable right now, but he’s not here to rub the lotion into my soft skin with his cock, so I must make due.

I move from my feet to my calves savoring the delicate feel of each ankle, wanting to be kissed where my hands are caressing. I rub my thighs letting my fingers trail along the backs of my knees sending shivers up my spine thinking about him licking that tender spot. I rub my soft belly marveling at the area where my waist nips in, giving me my hourglass figure. I stand and walk to the bedroom admiring myself in the floorlength mirror facing the bed. I turn around and begin rubbing lotion on my round bottom. I run my hands down the length of my ass pausing for a moment where my ass connects with my thighs. I then reach up to massage my large breasts. My nipples and breats are incredibly sensitive and I love for them to be played with. I take my time caressing each one, rubbing, twisting pinching my nipples, making my back arch. The light touch of my small hands feels like heaven.

I finishes my sensual rub, rubbing the last bits of lotion into my arms feeling my bisceps, knowing I’m strong. I’m a tigress and he doesn’t even know he is hunted. With this secret treasure in my mind I begin to make his favorite dinner. I glance at the clock, 5:15. It’s almost time now, I can feel my excitement building. I set the table and pours two glasses of Cabernet Sauvingon, his favorite wine. I’m concentrating on stirring the sauce the final step before serving. I can hear the dogs stirring, knowing full well that he must be home. “Do you hear him Frankie?” I ask. His brown eyes just stare back at me.

I hear the key turning the lock, but I remain unmoving. There is a great commotion when he opens the door, greeting our dogs Frankie and Mister. He can’t see me yet as the kitchen is not in view of the hallway. I’m on pins and needles waiting for him to round the corner, still greasy from his mechanic job, and get a view of me in my naked splendor. “Honey, you home?” he calls, as I usually greet him at the door, sliding both arms around him and slipping my nubile tongue into his waiting mouth. “Yes, I’m here just finishing dinner.” “A bit early isn’t it” the last word barely trailing our of his mouth as he rounded the corner and saw me. He aproaches me, striding quickly, closing the gap between us.

I press myself firmly into him wanting him to feel the warm curves of my body, I lean up to kiss him. “I’ve missed you” I gasp as he takes my face in his hands pulling my face towards his with his thumb touching underneath my dainty chin. He growls pulling my closer, forcing me to stand on tip-toes. I know this has to stop if I lose control now my plan will be shot. I push him away gently “I made you this dinner you know. It would be a shame if you left it to rot.” Grudginly he sits at my request. I place the meal in front of him, but he just stares at me. I look right back into his eyes, willing myself to sit down and enjoy dinner, instead of begging him to take me on the table like I want to do.

After 5 minutes of eating in silence he finally asks me what the hell is going on. Devilishly I claim innocence, telling him “I just want to reward you for your hard work this week.” He nods his head and continues eating. I have an apetite, but not for dinner, I’ve had enough of this toying. It’s eternally frusterating to have someone who can unnerve you as quickly as he can unnerve me. I rise, pushing my chair backward into the wall, slowly I approach him and unbutton his dirty workshirt. “tsk-tsk-tsk, Alex you’ve gotten all dirty” I coo at him. He looks at me fiercely, unmoving, though I can see he’d like nothing more than to ravage me against the wall. I push his shirt down his arms, my lips tracing a liquid-hot trail on the uncovered flesh.

I yank off his shirt and dash for the bedroom, praying he doesn’t catch me, but secretly wishing he would. I turn back, I can’t see the table from here but I don’t hear him clamoring behind me. I begin to get pouty, when all off a sudden he rushes me. Damn beast, I should’ve known the brute couldn’t resist. He’s got me by my wrists and is forcing me back, I feel my knees pressing against the bed, I’m trapped. Swiftly he reaches underneath me and yanks both legs up discarding me on the bed.

“You know that’s not fair Lisa.” he growls in my ear. The his breath against my ear, the close proximatey of his body to mine, makes me wet. Coyly I smile, “but sweetheart I’m trying to make you week better.” I know this back talk will enrage him but I didn’t care. That is until he flipped me over his knee and THWACK gave me a hard slap on the rear. Startled, I cry out. THWACK thwack thwack, three more smacks, I hush myself but I feel my face burning from the heat rising to my face. Then I feel tender caresses, rubbing where my ass is still smarting. His grip loosens and I’m able to turn over, straddling his half-naked body. He has that guilty look he gets after he’s been wicked. I put on my best sad eyes and cuddle myself closer to his body, secretly I’m preparing the wide ribbon we keep tied to the bed as a restraint for his arms. I bolt up, he tries to follow and catch me, only then realizing I’ve caught him. I can see the shock from my trick turning into smug knowing in his eyes.

He knows I will torture him a bit, but also reward him for his hard work. I slip a silk mask over his eyes and plant a soft kiss on his lips. I remove his remaining clothing. As much as I’d like to leave them on I remove his work boots. I alternate giving him my breasts to suck with fervor, kissing him, and playing with his cock and balls. He loves when I lick and suck his balls into my mouth swirling patterns on them with my tongue. I hear him pulling at the restraints and feel his balls tighten. I know he is close, but I’m not willing to take him there yet.

I remove the mask and make him watch me pleasure myself. His erection bobbing up and down towards me with eat breath he pants out. He rubs his foot up and down my calf, sending me gasping. He begs me to come for him, he wants to see me soak the sheets. With my head swimming his pleas send me over the edge, honey flowing out of my sweet pussy. He tells me he wants a taste, I put one foot on the headboard and straddle his face “No funny stuff” I tell him but I know he’s a terrible prisoner. I feel his tongue lap my honey and he starts to lick circles on my clitoris. He sucks each labia into his mouth moaning and nibbling and I feel another rush. The sound of him moaning into my pussy worshiping the taste has set off another orgasm, more strong than the first two. I ease myself from his face. I kiss him savoring the sweet taste of myself wanting more.

I want to repay him for my pleasure. I ease myself down the length of his body, I take his cock into my mouth, it’s still hard. He begs me to ride him, he loves the way I move my body on his and he should I’ve been riding horses my entire life. Teasing him I slide up so my slick pussy is rubbing against his cock, he strains against me, greedy for more. I’m considering it, but before I can he’s pushed his hips up and entered me forcing a moan from my lips. As I’ve said he’s a terrible prisoner. I rock against his hardness swiveling my hips causing my pussy to contract in rythym from the sensations. Leaning forward I undo the bindings keeping him my prisoner. His hands are upon me, like waves to the shore. He turns me belly-up and before I know what’s happening his mouth is upon my breasts, he sinks his teeth into my delicate skin, making me wince and moan with pleasure. This only drives him wilder.

He’s fucking me hard now and I can feel the smoothness of his balls slapping and teasing my clitoris. I wrap my legs around him tight pulling him deeper and deeper inside me with each thrust. One of my hands is on his ass squeezing him and holding on for dear life, the other has wound through his dark hair. My moans are getting louder punctuated by the slap of his balls and echoed in his panting. “Stand up” he orders. I comply. “Lean over the bed there facing the mirror.” again I do as I’m told. “I want to fuck you good and hard from behind, and I want you to watch me in the mirror.” I press my ass against his cock and he grabs me one hand around the waist the other on my right breast.

He enters me slowly, savoring my gasp as his cock fills me. He thrusts slowly allowing me to steady my feet and prepare myself. His pace quickens I’m forced against the bed, unable to move. I am helpless, I can only watch in the mirror. He loves knowing I’m his, he loves that with each stroke and word my body is his with which to play. There’s an urgency in his thrusting and I’m nearing the brink. “I want you to come all over my cock” he grunts in my ear. I’m already so close to coming I can feel the wetness of our passion trailing down my thighs. As I’m gazing into the mirror watching him fucking me he nips the back of my neck, frenzied I push back into his thrusts. I’m writhing under him crying out his name, white light and stars cross my vision as I feel his cock pumping inside me in mutual orgasm.

Exhausted he collapses on my sweaty back. He pulls his cock from me, and pulls me onto the bed with him. In the post-coital glow I murmur “I love you Alex” and drift to sleep in his arms.