Helen

 

It’s winter here
and it’s cold being naked
and yet I’m warm
as I run my hands over my body
and watch myself in the mirror
stroking my soft moist pussy
it smells of musk and coconut
still wet from the shower
and tiny beads of water lay waiting
to be licked off my hard pink nipples
but there is no one here to do that
and I whimper
and bite my lip
in frustration
because it’s you I’m thinking about
and your hands
your forbidden hands
I don’t know them
but I so want them
On me…touching me
Doing whatever the hell
they want with me
And I wonder if…
Oh Fuck me

Literally.

Written by Helen June 2006

 

 Allegro Moderato

Quartet

Copious amounts of Makers Mark and Spanish Fly had been consumed, when someone produced a pack of cards. As we played, I looked around the table with earnest anticipation. My thoughts were hot and dangerous and so were those of my hosts. We were listening to Beethovens 4th Piano Concerto..a solo and a very sensual one at that. I closed my eyes and let my mind wander back in time to another era…when Baroque was uninhibited and sex was open slather at many a card party.
It dawned on me I was naked when I felt soft hands stroking the inside of my thighs..her hands. I closed my eyes and sighed. I let myself feel her, want her.. as one engorged penis draped itself over my lips…eagerly awaiting my tongue. The other had my hand cupped around it as I masturbated its length.
I felt like a Conductor leading a Quartet I had never led before, yet we played together in timely unison. Fingers worked their way in and out of my vagina. Hot tongues laced with liquor, licked and taunted every inch of my body, penetrating my mouth, my ears and any other available orifice.
I wondered if there were spectators watching this concert and what they thought thus far.
I found myself on all fours..fucking her tongue. One well hung penis penetrating me from behind. The other I sucked greedily in tempo. There was orgasm after orgasm..an explosion of erotic moans, whispers of seduction, crescendos of divine lust, as Beethoven bought our Quartet home.
A one night only performance, the encore itself worth the entrance fee.
A Concerto for another time..maybe.

Written by Helen December 2007

~ by littlehelen on May 16, 2008.