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Wicked Wednesday: Nature

RK Beach photo

By Adityamadhav83 (Own work) [CC BY-SA 3.0], via Wikimedia Commons

The sun is shining down
casting waves of heat off of the lake.

I take your hand
and lead you along the shore,
our toes digging into the warm sand
as we walk.

I lead you over to rocks
that jut out into the water,
and we slowly make our way
through the gentle waves
until we pass the rock
and are alone,
waist deep in the water.

You press me into the rock,
your lips seeking mine
and my hands caress your back
as your hand slips inside my bikini bottom
and you feel my wetness.

I wriggle my hips
as you slide my bottoms off
before removing your own.

Your cock is hard,
and I feel it press against me
as you pick me up.

The cold water caresses my ass
as you enter me,
and I gasp as I move up and down in your arms
riding the waves of pleasure coursing through me.

We cum together, our cries
masked by those of the seagulls
circling above.

You carry me to the rocks,
kissing me before helping me ashore.

Nature is beautiful.

 

 

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TMI Tuesday: This Or That?

By Enrico Appetito [Public domain or Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons

By Enrico Appetito [Public domain or Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons

1 – Lights on or off?
I can go either, as both are nice, but I guess I prefer lights on.

2 – Slow teasing or getting right to business?
It depends on my mood. There are times I just want it fast and hard, but most times I prefer slow teasing and lots of foreplay.

3 – Giver or receiver?
I like both – I love to give, but I also love to receive.

4 – Background noise or no?
I like background noise, whether it’s music, a tv show, or porn.

5 – Top or bottom?
Usually bottom, but sometimes top.

6 – Private or public?
Definitely private.

Bonus – Describe your best or worst sexual encounter. Double bonus if you describe both.
Hmmm…i think my best sexual encounter was an all-day affair, with lots of foreplay, and crazy hard fucking all over the house with breaks for drinks. There were a few breaks for showers, too, although those turned into fucking sessions as well. There was a bit of bondage involved as well, and lots of orgasms, and at the end of the day I was completely sated and slept like a rock.

My worst sexual encounter was in high school, and lasted all of maybe a minute. Nothing like an over-eager partner who doesn’t know what foreplay is and is done after a few strokes.

 

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Wicked Wednesday: Recollection

Anders Zorn [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons

Anders Zorn [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons

As I look at my reflection in the mirror on the wall
I think it’s not quite accurate, and doesn’t show it all.
I see the solemn vestiges of life that’s now gone by,
Sometimes at speeds that bend the rules and make me wonder why.

All the wrinkles forming on my brow are from much more than age,
They come from things that happened and from them I try to gauge
The worry and the pain I’ve felt, and also all the joy,
The life and love and happiness that nothing could destroy.

In my eyes I see reflections of the times when love was new,
When all I really wanted was to be caressed by you.
I’d feel your arms around me and your cock pressed in my back
And we’d make love with the mirror watching, never keeping track.

You are often there behind me, although sometimes I’m alone
And your eyes roam down my body and then venture to your phone,
At other times I feel strong arms around me yet again,
I close my eyes and lean in close and feel no chagrin.

I think my true reflection is more like that in a lake,
Its surface still and calm and yet below prepares to wake,
The wind blows, causing ripples and I see myself distort,
My features meld and blend into a rather confused sort.

My fingers break the surface and I open up my mind
like a flower craving sunlight as I leave all this behind.
When the water stills I see myself look back into my eyes,
And I know that things will turn out better than I can surmise.

 

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TMI Tuesday: Sexy It Is!

Public Domain via Wikimedia Commons

Public Domain via Wikimedia Commons

1. What question about sex do you find hard to ask your partner?
Hmmm…I don’t know if there are any that I find hard to ask…but I think they sometimes find it hard to ask me.

2. What question about sex do you find hard to ask anyone?
Anyone? Most of the people I talk about sex with I don’t have a hard time asking anything…maybe questions about fantasies, as those can be more personal than physical acts and seem to be what people want to talk about least.

3. Sexually, what are your favorite things to do?
Hmmm…I love to give blowjobs, and be fucked hard from behind, and to have screaming orgasms while my clit is licked and sucked or teased with a toy, and to kiss deeply.

4. Name 3 things that most excite your imagination when you imagine doing them?
Well, let’s see…having a threesome and being double penetrated, being fucked in the ass, and having my toes sucked.

5. In how many countries have you had sexual relations?
As of now, just one.

Bonus: Describe your ideal sex partner.
Adventurous, loving, kind and strong, unafraid to talk to me about anything, and as happy to snuggle as to have wild sex all night.

 

 

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Wicked Wednesday: Meeting

Mihaly Zichy erotic inkwash picture of woman receiving cunnilingus on a desk from a man.

Mihály Zichy [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons

I hate meetings. Sometimes they’re useful, I suppose, but usually they’re dull, dry affairs. If there’s anything worse than a meeting, it’s a meeting in the early afternoon just after lunch.

Today was one of those days. I’d gone out to lunch with a friend to a Mexican restaurant nearby. I only had iced tea with a splash of lemon to drink, but I’d had a few too many chips and salsa while we were talking, and the chicken enchiladas I’d ordered were gone in no time. I was full and getting sleepy. I wished I was back in my office, where I could keep busy and stay awake, but instead here I was trapped in a meeting that wouldn’t end.

I was tapping my pencil slowly on the table. Tap. Tap. I was bored and trying not to fidget. The conversation on the other end of the table was like a metronome – slow, steady, and monotonous. My eyes drifted to the window, but all I could see was a grey sky filled with clouds.

I leaned back in my chair, pretending to be interested in the discussion going on. My eyes roamed over the people around the table, many as bored as I was, until they finally settled on Aaron. He was new to the company and delicious to look at, with his thick brown hair and rugged face. He usually wore a t-shirt to work, and his biceps bulged wonderfully through the sleeves. His jeans were tight in all the right places, and I’d often think that I wanted to get to know him better.

I closed my eyes, imagining that the meeting was over, and Aaron and I were the last to leave. I was taking my time gathering up my papers, and I felt him stop behind me. He placed his hands on my shoulders, and his fingers started gently kneading them. It felt good, and I leaned back, letting his strong fingers work their magic. His hands worked their way lower, cupping my breasts through my blouse, and my nipples hardened under his touch.

He spun my chair around and bent to kiss my lips, our tongues seeking. I could feel myself grow wet as his lips kissed my cheek and then my ear, his hand slipping down under my skirt. He pulled my panties to the side, and the jolt was electric as his finger began to rub my clit. His lips found mine again, and we kissed hungrily.

Aaron pulled back and knelt before me. I scooted to the edge of the chair, pulling my skirt up as he slipped off my panties. As his warm tongue touched my clit I gasped, and I couldn’t stop moaning as his tongue flicked up and down my clit and his fingers slipped inside me. I ground my hips against him, my fingers pulling on his hair. His fingers moved faster, and he began to suck on my clit, causing me to gasp. I was close to cumming, and my teeth clenched as I felt myself contract.  He went faster, and my juices flowed over his fingers as I came.

My eyes were closed, and as I struggled to catch my breath Aaron kissed the insides of my thighs. I ran my fingers through his hair, wishing we could go on forever.

My pencil fell from my fingers and I started awake. I bent down and retrieved it off the floor, and then composed myself and looked around the table. No eyes were on me, and the discussion was still continuing. I couldn’t believe I’d dozed off for such a short time – it had seemed so real. I looked around the table again, and this time my eyes met Aaron’s. He smiled at me, and I felt myself grow wet again. I hoped I could invite him back to my office later to see where that smile led.

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