Until We Met Again… A Short Story (RB)

I wake up in the middle of the night and I can’t sleep. We live together in a home arranged and provided by the institution we work for. It’s a school for children from troubled homes. I’m the school counselor/psychologist and he is the P.E. teacher. I get up and go to the shared kitchen for some water. I feel the tension in my heart from having to leave my room in not so decent clothing. I know he’s a heavy sleeper so I should be fine walking to the kitchen quietly. His room is not far from mine and as I open my door to my bedroom I listen intently to make sure he’s sleeping. I don’t hear anything so I open my door wider and walk to the kitchen. No more than 5 seconds later his door swings open and I stop walking as I’m making my way to the kitchen. We just stare at each other and both mumble something until I’m able to get out that I’m getting water. His answer is similar to mine and he is apparently also getting water.

We were once lovers some many years ago. He went about his life, got married and had a kid. I always knew he would. I had been living on campus for a few years but I had been alone in this small house the school had provided for me. I thought of him all the time and hoped he was happy wherever he was. I had loved him unconditionally back then but I knew eventually he would find someone to marry that could bear him children. I had been honest from the beginning and he knew I could never be that person for him. I knew in my heart though no one would love him and understand him as I did. Fast forward a few years and here we were working at the same school. I wanted to believe it was fate and that the stars had aligned to put him in my path once again.

I had been devastated when he simply stopped talking to me and went on with his life. Strangely enough back then we worked for the same company also but rarely saw each other because we worked in different divisions. The guys who worked in his division always came down to my floor and visited often. They were a nice bunch, very friendly and outgoing. On many occasions my female co-workers and I joined them at the bar after work for drinks. Most of the men were married already back then with kids so we were all just friends. Even back then all I wanted was to be in his arms and please him as best I could. He rarely visited my floor. When he did the women would swoon over him like they were all dogs and he was their next snack. I felt like a spoiled girl because he always came to speak only to me. I was so in love with him. Never admitted to how much because I didn’t want to lose whatever small hold I felt I had on him.

I understood him even back then. He lived as a conflicted man but I knew how to make him happy. At least I thought I did. I never bothered him. I tried my best to never call or text and if I did I kept it short and sweet. He was a complex man and I didn’t want to be something complex for him. I saw him only on his terms and when he wanted and could make time. I did whatever I could to make him happy. I swear in the few years when we were lovers we were only together a handful of times. If I check my calendar I probably have all the dates of when we were intimate. He brought the inner child in me out like that; writing silly things down like dates. Not in a bad way either, he just made me feel young and vibrant again. Somewhere on my old laptop I think I stored all our conversations. We were together for a few years before he went radio silent on me. Our relationship back then was not a ‘normal’ one by anyone’s standard but it worked for us.

I missed him everyday after he left. I never could find someone that measured up to him. He was the one for me. I was too scared to lose him so I played it cool. I was open with him about so many of my feelings but I never really confessed how deep my love was. I knew eventually he would walk away because like all men he would need to find a woman to give him children and I had already prepared myself mentally for his departure. Not sure i was ready though. I suffered immensely for a bit but my life went on. Everyone I met just wasn’t him and I never truly gave myself entirely to another man. Somehow in my heart I knew or wished he would return.

I had finally pushed myself to return to school after my retirement from the company. I went back and earned my masters degree which I was so very proud of. My brain was never one for books but I did my best and pushed so hard for it. Here at the school I found a way to somehow work and enjoy retirement at the same time. This small campus though riddled with noise and kids throughout the day, at night was my sanctuary for reading and relaxing. The school had told me eventually another employee would have to move in but I had been here for 3 years already and most people had chosen to live off the campus. My parents were retired to their native land. My sister and brother were both married with their respective families so it was just me. The campus seemed like a perfect fit and it was rent free while I was employed with the school.

The day he moved in I felt like I was going to have a panic attack. I hadn’t had one in years. I saw him coming up the stairs via the window and our eyes locked. He still looked like a god, my Adonis. I looked away and went to my room. I was lost and confused in my thoughts. Why was he here? Had his marriage failed? Was he running away as he always did? I didn’t understand. That night I lay in my bed and couldn’t sleep. He must have heard me moving about and came knocking at my door. I was not decent back then either. I was accustomed to being alone. After I opened the door I sat back down and covered myself with my comforter. He asked if he could come in. I directed him to sit at the foot of my bed. It was the same bed we had had so many sexual encounters on. I smiled as the thought crossed my mind and looked down. He told me his marriage had failed because of him. He said his wife didn’t understand him, or rather she never bothered to like I had. He said simply that with her he never removed his masks. I understood exactly what he meant. It was an old secret only he and I shared. Well at least in my mind it was our secret. They had a beautiful boy and they lived not too far from the school. The job opening had been a perfect fit for him while allowing him to spend time with his son. We talked a bit but I didn’t offer much because I was still in shock. All I kept thinking was that we were going to live together under the same roof and I didn’t know if I could. I was still very much in love with him and even back then like right now, I never truly knew what he felt for me.

I went to the kitchen nervous and I knew why. We had been living under the same roof for two weeks now and I was doing my damndest to avoid him. I hadn’t seen him at all until now. I opened the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water. I bent down and grabbed another one for him and he leaned right into my bent ass. When I had been with him a few years back I wasn’t in the best shape. I started almost a year after sleeping with him, trying to really get into shape but he never got to see the final product. It took me another solid year to look remotely close to who I was now. The water bottles fell to the floor. I bent down to retrieve them but he forced me to stand up and then he grabbed my breasts. He was never a breast man but he knew how sensitive my nipples were. I tried to turn around but he just pushed me against the wall while closing the refrigerator door all at the same time.

I was breathing hard and he leaned down to my ear and whispered ‘how long did you think you were going to avoid me’? I swear my underwear was soaked from just hearing his voice. He turned me around and pushed me down to my knees. He didn’t even have to say anything else. I belonged to this man. This man was my everything and I was his in body, soul and mind even when he was playing house with his ex-wife. I came to find out later he was now divorced. I looked up at him and he looked lovingly down at me. ‘I fucking missed you’ he said to me and I was done for. I reached up and slid down his sweats knowing he was commando under them. Old habits die hard with this one. He placed a finger under my chin and forced me to look up. I know he wanted to see my eyes. My eyes were his weakness. I looked up at him the only way I knew how. I opened my soul through my eyes for him.

I grab his cock and inhale it’s scent at the base. I lick the soft skin that’s between his balls and his shaft. I can tug on the skin easily and I know there’s a soft tingling sensation for him there. I slide my mouth down to his balls and suck them with force. I hear him sucking his teeth and I look up at him intently. He pulls my head back and away from his penis and proceeds to grab me in one swift motion up to him. He kisses my chin and then sucks on my neck. He moves to my shoulder and bites with such force I groan loudly. I never forgot his intense bites that left the most loving bruises. He stares at my eyes for a moment before dragging me to the living room and bending me over on the couch. In a swift move he slides into my wet pussy from behind. He groans so loud. I’m soaked with the juices that flow from my pussy but I am tight. I haven’t had a man in a very long time and I know that groan is because he can feel the tight pussy gripping his cock. He pulls all the way out and slams into me with brute force. Again and again he repeats this motion as if to feel again and again how tight she clamps on to him. I’m moaning so loud I’m afraid to be heard by anyone walking outside.

He pulls my head up by my hair near his chest but he is still fucking me raw like an animal. I have nothing to grab in front of me for leverage so I try and hold on to his thighs. Jesus and Mary his thighs are rock solid. He is still a knight in shining rock hard armor and it’s all him. He pushes my hands off his thighs and pulls out of my pussy while turning me around. He kisses me ferociously and just looks at my eyes. He has my hair gripped in his hand and we are both just panting while staring at one another. He releases my hair and I drop to my knees once again. I need to eat him. I want to taste my juices mixed with his sweat and pre-cum. My lips wrap around his thickness and start gliding up and down with such suction that my lips become swollen almost immediately. I don’t stop though. I continue consuming his cock like it’s my last meal. He pulls my face slightly back and looks at me while my lips increase their movement. Then he pulls my head all the way back and his cock slips out of my mouth. He tells me to slide my tongue out and he slaps my tongue with his cock. It’s so hard that the pressure from my tongue presses down on my teeth and it’s hurts. I welcome the pain.

For the past few years my lovers have been few and quite fastidious. I didn’t even want half of them but a woman has needs. In the end most of them were not even worth my time. Always I compared them to him. Always my mind reverted back to him. Always I just wanted it to be him. No one ever measured up. They were always too soft or talked too much or texted dumb ass words that never held my attention. Whatever I asked I got. I know it’s every woman’s dream to have a man just comply but that wasn’t my dream. My dream man was this man right here before me. He always held my mind, my thoughts and my attention because he always gave so much while giving so little of himself. It wasn’t manipulative or wrong in any way, it simply was just his way and I understood that about him. I understood and accepted him for who and how he was and I still loved him with no bounds.

He walked away towards my room. I simply got up and followed him. When I walked in to my bedroom he was already laying in the bed. His forefinger signaled me to come to him. I was still fucking nervous inside but I knew all that would cease in a moment. I climbed on to the bed and straddled him. He sat up as I grabbed his cock and slid it slowly inside me. I threw my head back from the pleasure in my body but most importantly the one in my mind. The level of pure bliss was simply indescribable. He grabbed my ass and while I rode him he slammed my ass back down with every stroke. I couldn’t take the pleasure because the buildup was immediate. I leaned towards him and our foreheads touched as a small deep groan escaped my lips and my first orgasm ripped through my body. I locked my eyes on his and I know he felt it. I slowed down a bit before I started to build the momentum back up. I’m not sure what got into me but I started bucking him so hard and fast. I wanted to consume him. I wanted to swallow his whole body. I wanted to take him in me with such force. It was like I couldn’t hold back. I saw his head roll back as he lost his grip on my ass and begin breathing so hard it turned into a groan. He mumbled the word fuck and my second orgasm came rolling out right away. He moaned so loud as his orgasm took over, it was like the entire room vibrated from the intensity. I followed suit and screamed at the top of my lungs his name. I hadn’t said his name out loud in years and my body yearned to do so now.

We both slowed down and just stared at each other. He sat up and kissed me so gently. We just kept looking at each other and still rocking ever so slightly. He was still inside of me and even though I knew he would lose it soon, his cock was still very fucking hard. He pulled my hair back and slipped out from under me. He laid me down on the bed and just started biting my ass. This was his after care. He was very much so marking his territory and I didn’t care. I never stopped being his. I was his even when I knew he was living his life next to someone else. I turned to my side after my ass was all bruised and full of possibly half a dozen bite marks. He cradled me in a spooning position. I turned my head and looked at him and he simply kissed my forehead. He slipped his cock in between my legs and just held me and for the first time ever in our lives, we fell asleep together……

Words To My Muse Mr. Crossfit

I wish i could explain to you in so many words how hard it has been for me these past months without you. I’ve dreamed, fantasized and wondered so many different things. Being away from you though and that pain has been very real. I’ll confess I’ve even shed a tear or two because of it.

It’s crazy because you have got to be the most absent and distant person i have dealt with in my entire life but when you speak, you speak volumes. A few words and it’s enough to make me fall to my knees and hold on desperately to this insane fantasy in my head.

I know im Crazy and that these fantasies are mine alone but you are just perfect in my eyes. You can’t even begin to imagine all the insane things that pass through my mind. The many thoughts of the unknown that i allow my mind to think about, knowing damn well I’m being foolish.

I miss you my King. Nobody touches my heart and soul the way you have. No one ignites the flames in my eyes the way you have. Nobody penetrates the core of my very existence the way you have. It’s you, it’s always you……….

Boyfriends & Happily Ever Afters…

What is a boyfriend? Today I was reminded that I never use that word anymore. I’m older and I would like to think wiser but I never use that word anymore. Society has changed and thus has made us more surrounded by walls despite wanting that thing called love. We seek the warmth of another’s skin, the smile that turns into a kiss for our face; we seek the hand which fingers interlock with ours. We stand in the shower and as the glass fogs we draw our initials in a heart hoping to seal in the possibility of a relationship. We watch movies where the end is a home full of love and the endless possibilities of an amazing family. 
What reality does not show is that perhaps you are older and can no longer bare any child to any man. It does not show that maybe you’ll find a man who will accept you because all he wants is your love and he isn’t interested in children. It doesn’t show that maybe he has children and now he wants to share that life with you. The happily ever after doesn’t show you that perhaps you both live in a great apartment instead of a house and that it’s perfect for you two and maybe a dog. So many different happily ever afters but where is yours. Where is my happily ever after?

My Exquisite Muse Mr. Crossfit 6

I open the door for him and he’s standing there looking oh so succulent. My hand is raised on the door and I’m standing in ‘come fuck me heels’. He stares up and down at me and I’m excited for what’s to come. He walks through the door and grabs my left hand and just pulls me as he tells me to shut the door behind me. I push the door closed as he leads me and demands me to sit on the couch. I do as I’m told. I sit down but I’m impatient, I want to eat him, I want to lick him, I want to devour him; I’ve missed him. Looking at him now I realize just how much. He’s been on my mind constantly. The anticipation inside of me of what’s to come is eating at me, tearing away at my soul. I sit on the couch and I’m fidgeting. He opens up my legs and squats down… ugh… he doesn’t even know where to begin. He’s just looking at me and he seems to be taking it all in.

He starts to bite my thighs. He loves to bite, it’s like his favorite pastime with my body parts. He’s biting and nibbling everywhere and I’m getting so turned on. His bites are always the right amount of pleasure and pain. The perfect balance of wanting to be hurt but seeking the pleasure that pushes you over the edge. I push him and I tell him ‘no’ I’ve waited too long for this, I’ve waited too long for you; I want to play. Hmph, he smirks at me and just stares into my eyes. I try to bend down and get at his belt while he’s still trying and very much succeeding in biting me. I grab his belt, I open the belt, I open the first button, I get the second button and then I get the third button of his jeans. Now he stands up, I reach in and I can’t even breathe……., everything stands still; god I’ve missed this cock. I pull it out and I look at it, just the head, I just want to lick it. I lick it slowly and he gasps, ‘fuck’ he says. He’s missed me as well. I realize at this point that he’s not wearing any underwear, fucking awesome. I look up at him at he sees that I realize that he’s gone commando but I love it, easy access and all.

I continue to lick the head. I bite it softly, lick the side, lick both sides. Jesus I’ve missed him so much. I continue to lick the underside. God he smells so fucking good. His smell is intoxicating. There’s something about it that drives me to the edge. I continue to naw softly while I’m licking, sucking then finally just taking him in my mouth and sliding down….. f u c k…… I’m in such a rush my mouth is dry and I don’t care because I just want him in there. He’s grabbing my head and pushing it down aaaah, damn I’m gagging. My gag reflex is killing me today but he doesn’t realize or doesn’t care because he keeps pushing my head down and I’m not stopping him. I want him in my mouth. I come back up for air but I can see his patience is just at the edge with me, he wants so much more.

He opens up my legs and brings his teeth to my underwear. He looks up at me and then stands up again. He decides otherwise and slides my underwear down in a rush that they almost rip. I’m panting like a dog in heat waiting for him to take me. He licks his hands to moisten my entrance and what he finds is a wet pussy soaked in anticipation of his arrival. He looks at me and tells me I’m so fucking wet. I grab his neck to pull him down slowly and when our foreheads connect I tell him that my pussy only gets wet for him. He is the reason for my excitement. He positions his cock at the entrance of my pussy and slides it in. God the euphoric feeling of just that moment is enough to almost send me over the fucking edge but all I can do is gasp and grunt all at the same time. I don’t tell him how close I am. He can’t know what he does to me. I can’t stroke his fucking ego anymore than it already is.

I know I’m about to come. He’s sliding in and out with such precision and such mastery I feel like I’m in the edge of a precipice I may never come back from. My body explodes into small micro orgasms. It’s like an epileptic attack on my small frame but I hold on to him because I don’t want him to stop and I don’t want him to know how easily he can make me orgasm. Orgasms are so difficult for me but it’s like he can pull them out of me as if I were a wind up toy. He knows what to do and how to do it and how much time is needed to achieve that moment of chasing an ultimate sexual high.

He’s still stroking me and I’m so fucking wet. I think he feels it and he gets up and sits down on the couch. He has me straddle him with my back facing his chest but in this position it’s very painful. He achieves a depth that’s downright scary and painful, yet still I don’t dare stop him. He is the artist and i am just his canvass of sexual making. I adjust myself and continue to ride him but his patience is short so he pulls me so my back is on his chest. Now I can fuck him with ease. The feeling is so fucking good and I want to ride him like this but he continues to seek more. He grabs both my breast which are currently still covered with my bra. I remove the straps while he unhooks the back. He’s pushing my body down on to his dick by pressuring my body down via my breasts. Fuck I’m about to come again. I feel it; the spasms forming little by little inside deep within my core. I want to speed up and I want to slow down at the same time. My body is about to explode so I choose the latter and slow down. I don’t want him to know yet again how he affects me. It’s how he is able to hit the fucking spot and bring on so many orgasms in me. I feel my body exploding within and I ride out the orgasm just as he decides to stand up and switch it up again.

He stands up and goes to the bed, I’m the one that’s two orgasms up but he’s the one experiencing the weakness. Now my ego is stroked. He lays down and I straddle him but this time facing him. I try to take off my heels but he grabs my hand and looks at me and says ‘leave them on’. I’m high. My intentions have reached their goal and for once I feel I’ve achieved an upper hand in this duel. He pushes my hand away from my heels with force because in the end it is he who is in charge and I should know better; but I take my small victories. I bend down and bite his lower lip as our eyes connect and our foreheads touch once more. I position myself above his dick and slide my pussy down. My eyes roll back and my head follows suit. His hand comes up to my neck and my breathing becomes restricted. This is my reminder that I will never be in charge in this bedroom. I’m in fucking heaven and I’m not sure I want to come back to earth. He positions himself so his grip is strong but not overpowering as I continue to ride him. I’m rocking back and forth, sliding up and down. I start to rock again and his grip around my neck becomes tighter. I’m getting lost in an abyss of pure unadulterated pleasure. My breathing is shallow and my pussy deceives me. Just when I think I can hold off, my orgasm is creeping up with a brute force. I can hear his growls and groans and I know he’s about to explode. He releases my throat and the air expelled from my lungs is a direct burst to my impending orgasm. He hears me beginning to explode and I scream out. His body begins to shake and it’s like it’s shattered into another universe where there are no sublimations and nothing is suppressed.

I Need It…..

You walk through the door and I’m patiently waiting on the floor for your entry. The impatience within to see it, hold it, caress it and taste it is overwhelming. It’s been over a month since I last saw you and I’ve died a million slow deaths without your cock. I’m on my knees and you slide your fingers against my face as you stand in front of me. I lean in to your hand as my hands slowly open up your belt, open up your pants and reach in to pull your cock out. It’s already hard because you know what’s coming. I see the grin plastered all over your face. You know that I’m about to devour you whole. 

You lean against the desk in the room and wait. My mouth opens wide and I take the entire head in. My need for the smell and taste has no mercy. You look down on me as I slide my entire mouth down to the base. I slide back up and the air gives way to a sensation as it hits your shaft. Your hands now grasp the desk that’s behind you and I can see that you want this just as bad. I slide down once more to the base and the unadulterated groan that escapes you makes my pussy gush with wetness. My hands come up and like a symphony plays with your balls at the right vibration and pressure. The words ‘fuck me’ escape your lips and now my face holds a grin despite having your cock shoved all the way down my throat.

I take my time, licking the undershaft, sucking the head, savoring every bit of skin and engulfing it down my throats to the point of breathlessness. You haven’t touched me since you walked in from fear I’ll stop and I see it in your eyes. I know you want to take over and take control. I stare at you and say ‘do your worst’. You gather my hair from my nape and bundle it in your hand while the other hand wraps around my neck. You restrain my breathing and at the same time make sure I’m gagging from the depth you’ve pushed my head down your cock. The saliva drops from my mouth when you allow air to flow again, and then again you restrict my breathing. I am in awe of your dominance and I welcome and embrace it. 

I continue my assault on your cock with my lips and tongue. You lose yourself in the moment and while still holding my hair you release your deathly grip of my neck and surrender to the feelings. Your neck falls back and the low growl is enough to tell me that I have you close and almost at the precipice. I strengthen the pull and the suction in my mouth and then grab your ass. I pull you deeper into my face as if it were at all possible. You look down directly in my eyes and I see your emotions plastered everywhere. You can’t hold back and I look back at you giving you and making you feel the assurance that I’m not going to stop. Both of your hands come to my head and the rumble that stirs from within your throat becomes a strong and loud growl and you pump your cock releasing your venom down my throat ……

Morning Fantasies of Mr. Crossfit 3

I wake up and there you are staring at me. I stare back for a minute or so and you get up on your knees. My pussy is sore from last nights fuck session and still filled with your orgasmic milky explosions. You pull my legs towards you and I’m scared of the pain my poor pussy is about to experience. I welcome the pain despite my fear and I yearn for it. You bring my legs around your waist and your head comes up to my breasts. You ask me if I’m going to be a good girl and take it. I nod my head up and down and bite my lower lip. You take your thumb and come up to my face and place it next to my mouth. Your eyes are ignited with fire; a fire that needs to be put out. You know my pussy is the only thing with the juices needed to calm the fire within you. As your thumb slides inside my mouth your dick proceeds to do the same inside my pussy. 
My mouth opens wide from the breathlessness, the intense pain and pleasure mixed together as one. I’m in pain and I don’t care because I want it so bad. You pull back out and give me a devilish grin and with no recourse start pounding inside me. I’m falling into an abyss and my senses are so heightened. The pain is ever consuming but I want it, I welcome it. The pleasure is building inside and I know my orgasm is imminent. You come down and suck on my left nipple, it’s taking me over the edge but not quite. I moan loud and you slide out. 
I look at you in disbelief and you give me that killer grin again. Your finger gives me that come here twitch and I get up and get on all fours. It’s my lips you want now on that gorgeous cock and I’m more than willing despite being denied my orgasm. I’m more than happy to play this game of delayed gratification. I slide my lips right over the head. It’s all wet from my juices and I realize how savoring my pussy is. I slide my lips all the way to the base and retreat again to the head. I can hear you moaning and cursing all at the same time. You attempt to grab my head and I grab your arms and push you off balance. You were not expecting that and I’m able to gain some control of your body as I push your torso down. Your hands come back up to my head but I push them down, pinning them at the sides. I know you can get loose but I’m ecstatic that you allow me to play. 
My head is moving up and down and my sucked in cheeks are creating a friction I can only imagine you are loving. You push my left hand out of the way and grab the back of my head as you lift it up. You come up and kiss me feverishly and I swear I’m going to come from the assault your tongue gives my tongue. We are both on our knees at this point and with one quick swipe I am under you again with my legs wide open.
You whisper in my ear how you love to taste my own pussy on my lips. I smile and with no warning your dick is sliding in with force and no regard. You are pumping into me hard and fast and I can’t think, I can’t breathe and I can only feel and let go. Our eyes are locked and you can feel the pulsing in my vagina indicating I’m about to orgasm. It takes you over the edge and before I realize it, I’m so far gone. Your moans in my ear are the last thing I hear before I pass out from the ever intense shared orgasm.

Letter to Mr. Crossfit

There’s a peace that comes from within when you reach a place you’ve longed for. You might think I speak of some inner zen but the truth is, sexual release is what gives me this peace. Sexual release on a level I feel I can get with you, it’s a place where you and I have just touched the surface. 

With you I can explore, dive in, play, create, allow and just be myself sexually. Sometimes you seek a person hoping to connect on a mental level but in a physical aspect and you never find it. Connecting with someone mentally when it comes to sex is a different level of sex in and of itself. I finally feel like I can reach new heights and orgasmic blisses with you. I’ve searched so long for someone to want to play and discover with me. 

I don’t seek a friend, I don’t seek nuance or trivial conversations, I don’t care for daily routines; none of those things I care about or matter to me. But that sexual connection that we have to experiment, try and play is what I want; it’s what I need and yearn for. It’s this physical desire that touches you mentally but only for the sake of achieving the ultimate sexual high….

Morning Fantasies of Mr. Crossfit 2

It’s almost 8 and I’m struggling to sleep. You sense my agitation and spoon my body towards yours in bed. I welcome the warmth your body provides. I nestle my ass to your already swollen cock. I’m not fully awake but not fully asleep. Your right hand reaches over and cups my right breast. It feels soft and full in comparison to your rough calloused hands and my body welcomes it. Your fingers put pressure on my nipple and my eyes open wide. You can’t see my facial expressions but the breath that escapes my mouth is very audible. Your teeth scrape my neck all the way to my right shoulder as your assault on my nipple continues. The intensity is building in between my legs from your nipple rubbing and my breathing is turning into short gasps which begin to turn into low moans. Your biting into my shoulder and the pain from your teeth with the sensation from my breast is overwhelming. You know my breasts are highly sensitive and your intention is to bring me to the edge. Your right hand moves up to my shoulder and you push it down as your upper body slides up from behind me. We lock eyes as your lips begin a further assault on my right breast. Your lips are tugging, your tongue soothing and your teeth pressuring and biting my nipple. The building sensation inside of me feels like a water dam ready to be released or cracked open from the pressure. Your movements on my nipple are methodical and calculated. My moans are so loud because now, your biting is hard and the sensation is paralyzing. We stare at each other as your hand travels down to my underwear. Your eyes never leaving mine and your teeth still clamped on my nipple. You slide your fingers in between now my soaking wet folds and you spare no mercy on my clit. ‘Fuck baby you are soaking wet’ and I close my eyes from the deep feeling in the back of my spine and you demandingly follow with ‘keep them open and look at me’. I feel the dam about to burst open when my eyes close again and you say ‘eyes open NOW’ ever so demanding. Your middle finger on my clit is playing a masterful piece of music and I’m going deep into a black abyss. My body is so far gone and what seems like an eternity has only been but maybe a few minutes. The water is seeping through the cracks of the dam and now you whisper in my ear ‘cum all over my hand beautiful but keep looking at me’. My moans complete your symphony as the orgasm breaks through and your fingers begin a different assault on my pussy….

My Exquisite Muse Mr. Crossfit 3

Later tonight I will see him again. Two weeks to the last time I was hypnotized by his amazing sexual skills. I knew he would be good just never imagined he would beyond surpass that. I never imagined that he would be utterly amazing and almost perfect.

I reach out to him in small talk and sometimes hours and days pass before I hear back from him. He doesn’t understand that I don’t care about his feelings per se. I don’t want to talk about how your day was or how is work treating you. I don’t care what you had for breakfast, lunch or dinner. I don’t care if you have plans and are going somewhere. I don’t care about you at all. What I do care about is keeping this flame inside of me alive. I want to flirt with you on the phone, hear you say what you’re thinking of sexually. I want to know the things that you would like me to do to you. I want you to keep me wet during the day with just your words.

In the beginning my method didn’t work. Perhaps I enjoyed our silly flirting too much but what I wanted as an end result was always the same; him inside of me tearing up my pussy. Men confuse women trying to interact with them as women seeking something more and that’s not the case. A women just likes to talk about sex (well some do). I like to engage and get turned on by words. I want to fantasize and men mistake that for other nonsense. I want the interaction for purely sexual purposes; hear all the dirty things in your mind and allow me to visualize it throughout the day….

Humans need to learn to communicate better.