DeliriousGirl

Dipping Honey

“Sit. Here,” he said with a commanding whisper, guiding her delicious flesh down into the gold armless chair with a taut single finger between her expanding breasts. His grin was sincere and wicked. She obeyed and dropped down, eyes locked. He bit his lip as he lifted his finger away from her chest. She pressed her teeth together and forced breath through them as the full spectrum of desire flashed across their flushed faces. Now they were willing prisoners of the raw, animal craving they had fed in each other’s faces earlier that day at the mall. After only one fiery, distant exchange of eye-contact, he purposefully followed her down the escalator, through the merchant stands, into Victoria’s Secret. Her breaths grew shorter and shallower. She ran her trembling fingers lightly over the smooth silks and satins as he watched from a distance. When their eyes met, she would squeeze the fabrics tightly in her hand then leave them in a crumpled heap. She could feel him on her trail through the Food Court as her heart pounded like a jungle drum inside her weakening body. She was willing prey.

Out of instinctual fear, she tried to genuinely elude him. She would weave a quick crooked path to safety only to find him nearby again. She could feel his eyes under her clothes. He was already fucking her by the time they stood in carnal shock inches from each other in some random store. They already knew. They were both being hunted by something stronger than either of them. By the time she followed him home, they were both driving like mad, fueled by an inner emergency. They weaved with reckless hilarity to the high, overextended hum of their whining engines, dipping and soaring against each other. On the empty back roads, they groaned with their vehicles under the load of their lust. Once inside, they circled each other slowly like animals. That’s when he led her to the chair and spoke his first words.
She lingered, impudently, for a moment beneath the weight of his strong intention but then let her body collapse. “Good. Close your eyes.”

He reached towards her, grasping one of two firm breasts punctuated with twin nipples reaching upward towards the sky of his mind. He could feel her thin shirt moving between his flesh and hers. He closed his eyes and lifted his face with them, manipulating the firm, liquid curve in his hand. He was just about to take the other when she pushed his hands away, stood up, turned, and began walking to the stereo. She offering her long, deep back to his eyes one step at a time. Her ripe calves crossed each other in a slow, seductive dance of determination.

He watched her from behind, feeling her waist with his eyes and listening as her high heels neatly clicked across the tile floor. Her hair hung in a curly heap down her back like a lucid waterfall. He noticed how effortlessly her thighs rose up from her knees, into her buttocks and how the twin, intersecting lines then curved up and around, melting into her milky waist. Sexuality dripped from her and left behind a trail of warm, sticky honey. He was in perfect agony and his desire for her clenched his gut. He imagined the feel of her hard, smooth clitoris against his tongue as his mouth watered.
She reached in her purse and put on some strange, unrecognizable music that sounded like it was born straight from the devastating abandonment he felt rising in his own body.

Desire filled the room with sound. His eyes flared with all his senses as he breathed faster and shallower. He couldn’t get enough air into his lungs. He squirmed and tried to relax but eventually wound up sitting still on purpose, his useless arms hanging miserably at his sides. He was erect and his mouth was getting dry. She returned with the same, slow, seductive pace and stood in front of a chair about three feet directly across from him. She returned his wicked grin.

She took his eyes in hers and then began to move. At first, the serpentine dance didn’t seem to match the rhythm of the music surrounding them but after a while they both somehow blended as he watched in amazement. She ran her hands down her neck and across her breasts, cupping them slightly, rolling her hard nipples between her fingers. He wished they were his hands. Soon he was feeling her skin through her hands as his body screamed silently for her.

His gaze was fixed as she ran her hands across her entire body. He could feel himself moving inside her. He was becoming her. He grabbed the sides of his chair. She sat down across from him and crossed her legs as if he was a fire and she was warming herself before him. She blinked her eyes slowly and spoke.

“Now what?”
“Open your legs. Let me see you.”
She uncrossed her legs and the music seemed to move them apart slowly.
“Further.”
“Further.”
“More!”

They were almost straight out now and he could see her moist inner lips looking like crumpled flower petals ready to unfurl.
“Now grab your legs and lift. Close your eyes.”
She lifted her high heels into the air, threw her head back, closed her eyes, and slid down into the chair forming a large V.

At the beginning of the next song, he got up slowly and unzipped his pants, let them fall, stepped out , and then lifted his shirt. He let it fall and moved towards her. When he could smell her aroma he ran up to her quickly, like a large cat and then stopped just as he was about to grab her heels. Then he guided the tip of himself lightly across her knee and then dragged himself up towards her wet pussy. He slid and dipped all around her.

“Fuck me!”
“No.”
“Fuck me. Now!”

He dipped inside her further but then retreated. Finally, he was gone. She was heaving when she opened her eyes and saw him standing above her. He reclaimed his wicked grin and was already putting on his clothes.

“What the hell are you doing?”
“Giving you life.”
“What?”
“Meet me in the mall tomorrow. One o’clock. Outside Victoria’s Secret. When you see me I’ll get up. Follow me.”

She had a tinge of fear but something about his face told her it was the wrong kind.
“You’re not scared, are you? he asked.”
“Did I look scared?”

She closed her eyes once more, threw her had back and laughed but by the time she came back from her brief flight of ecstasy, he was gone.

Written by deliriousgirl

The Elevator

I had this dream about you the other night that was so very vivid that I reached my hand out to feel if you were there. Anyway, you weren’t.
You are in an elevator when the door slides open and I get on. Although I know it’s you, I don’t respond in any way to the sight of you, I just get on the elevator and stand slightly in front of you, close enough so that you can smell the fresh, cottony scent of my hair.
I’m wearing an olive coloured trench coat with shiny silver buttons up the front and a deep walking vent cut up the back and high, stiletto-heeled black boots; nothing else.
We ride a few seconds up in total silence and feel your hand through the slit in the back of my coat. I’m totally naked underneath it and you begin to roughly knead the smooth roundness of my asscheeks. I can feel your hot breath on my neck, hear the faint rustle of cloth. You massage my ass for a few seconds, then I hear the sound of your zipper and almost immediately feel your titanium-hard cock pressing forcefully against my bare round derrière.
You move one hand to the juncture of my shoulder and neck and clench it there as with one thrust you’re in me, causing me to gasp your name softly. I was coming at the third thrust–then the elevator stopped–you calmly took your hand from my shoulder as a couple of people absently entered and stood in front of us. Your hard cock still inside the snugness of my ass, we rode up to the top floor where everyone got off but us.
As soon as the doors slid closed I lean forward and press backward against you (pleasepleasepleaseplease softly whispered) and you comply silently, driving your dick deeply into me again and again. As the elevator reaches the ground floor and once again the doors start to glide open, I feel the intensity of your explosion, hot and powerful pumping into me, filling me.
I straighten, look up and see a man staring at us through the open elevator doors, as slowly, my breathing returns to normal. We hurriedly disconnect, smooth clothing back into place. As we walk off in the direction of the door to the street, I peek over my shoulder and I see the business-suited man staring after us, his mouth a perfectly shaped elongated O.

(Author’s note:This is dedicated to MB, one hot babe.)

Written by deliriousgirl

Waiting

It is late. The bedroom is dark, with only a single light above the computer. I’ve been sitting there looking at the erotic photos that you have collected. What a beautiful assortment you have. There are the most amazing photographs of women’s bodies. I particularly like the close-ups of the vaginas. I like looking at the different clits; the outer and inner lips of the labia. I like the view from the rear even better. It really turns me on to see the ass and the pussy together. I especially like it when the photos include the woman’s hands fingering her swollen pussy and teasing her tight ass.

How I would like the view that you have when you enter me. From the front or the rear, you can look down and watch as your cock pounds into me. I can only imagine what that looks like. The imaginary image is incredibly stimulating. I can only wonder how the reality would turn me on.

My hands have been as busy as my eyes. My pussy is hot and wet. I’ve been waiting a long time for you. As I continue to slowly move through your collection, my fingers alternately stroke and squeeze my clit. I shove my fingers deep into my pussy, but even three fingers does not compare to the girth and strength of your dick. I’m so horny and need something more. I close my eyes and remember the feel of you. As I open my eyes again, my glance catches sight of one of our toys on the edge of the desk. I reach for the plastic sheathed dildo and quickly turn the head to begin the vibration. I move it slowly up and down my hot pussy for only a second before shoving the whole length of it into my wet and waiting hole. There, that feels better. I continue to play with the toy as I scroll through the photos.

I have found a new set; ones that include a man. His cock is big and beautiful. Looking at it only makes me want you more. Your cock is real to me. It is not only big and beautiful, but totally responsive to me. I want to feel it. I am intensely aware of wanting the feel of you inside of me. In these photos, my favorites are the tight in shots of the huge, pulsing dick pushing into the swollen pussy. I can feel the motion, even though these are still photos. The toy begins to move faster in my hand.

I’ve been lost in the photos and the feelings, but now I can feel your presence. You move quietly across the bedroom. I can feel you long before I see you; long before you touch me. You quickly take in the scene and process what is happening. You stand silently behind me. I can feel you there, but you have not touched me. We both are taking in the visuals on the screen. No words are spoken, but the silent language between us is powerful and direct. As the photos appear and disappear, we watch together the magic moments of pussy and cock coming together. I continue to fill my own pussy with the vibrator. I can feel the heat coming off your cock, through the thick fabric of your jeans.

And then another new set appears. The woman has turned around. Her bottom is up high in the air and from this position we can both see her swollen pussy and the tight little hole of her ass. We still have not touched. In the silence I hear our heavy breathing. We continue to watch from this new perspective. Suddenly, I feel your hands reach out and grab me around my shoulders. Silently, but very purposefully, you raise me to my feet. Your big red T-shirt quickly comes over my head. I am naked, standing right in front of you with my back to you, just like in the photos. I can feel your hands slide down the sides of my body, feeling the soft curves that you have come to know so well. Your large hands reach in front of me and grab my breasts. There is the slightest sense of urgency in your touch. Your hands are strong and demanding as they move across the roundness of my belly and find the hot wet mecca of my pussy. I’ve been waiting for you a long time.

As the photos continue to appear and disappear, your hands move from my body for a moment. You quickly move the chair that I have been sitting on around in front of me, lock the wheels in position and unzip your pants. Only a moment has passed, but to my waiting and ready pussy it seems like a lifetime. Your cock springs to attention; always ready to pleasure me. I can feel the heat coming from it as you lean into me and pull me closer to you. The photos continue. We both are still watching. Your hands come at my waiting pussy from the front, even as your hard cock probes my ass from behind. The toy has been put to the side for now and my hands work my breasts with just the amount of pressure and firmness that seems right for this moment. Our coupling is mirroring the images on the computer screen. Even as I watch the cock in the photo probe the woman’s tight little hole, I can feel you urging me to bend over the back of the chair. As I lean forward, I reach behind and spread my soft, fleshy cheeks. But in my eagerness for you to fill me, I am jumpy. My ass bumps and grinds against you, searching for that ultimate pleasure tool – your cock.

The silence is broken as I hear your low murmur, “Hold still”. Your strong hands grab me firmly by the hips and hold my bottom still. I am watching the cock on the screen push its way into the tight hole of her ass. I feel your cock pushing against my tight little hole. And then, in a moment of exquisite pleasure/pain, you break through. I can feel the head of your cock inside my ass. I moan in pleasure. You stop for only a moment to allow my muscles to relax and expand to allow you in and then continue to push deeper. Oh you feel so good! Hot and hard and strong and filling up every inch of my ass. You have found your way into this special part of me and we begin to move together in the in and out dance of pure passion. The fluids of my body, the images on the screen and the simple fact of my constant desire for you have come together to allow you to penetrate me. I watch the screen, wishing for a way to see what you can see; not an image on a screen, but you and me; your cock in my ass. I am so turned on.

Each hole, my pussy and my ass are streaming with fluids. I am wet and slippery. You pound your cock easily, but intensely into my ass. Your thrusting is wonderfully steady and fast. I am so ready to come. I reach for the toy and shove it into my now empty pussy. Can you feel the vibrations through the thin wall of flesh? You know that there is only one more thing that could make this coming orgasm more perfect, more powerful. Now that my bottom is firmly locked to you, your hand reaches around and begins to finger my clit. One touch is all I can take. I’m over the edge in one of the most intense and mind blowing orgasms I have ever experienced.

But even as the stirrings and tinglings in my body calm, I can feel them beginning in your body. Your cock seems even harder and bigger than before and I can feel the come shooting through your dick and into my ass. Your hands grab my hips again and pull me tight against you.

We stand silent and motionless as the photos continue to fill the screen. We have totally lost sight of that voyeuristic pleasure and are now spent, nearly cataleptic, yet still connected tightly to each other.

Written by deliriousgirl

~ by littlehelen on May 16, 2008.