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Tuesday, August 10, 2010

...and all that JAZZ!


It’s hard, living in such a small town, to play the way you want to. Even with an understanding boyfriend, it’s as if I’m stifled by the constraints of my not- so- modern- day society. With the past experiences I‘ve had with females, I’ve always kept them as drive-bys. I’m always very clear that I have a boyfriend and that I’m not looking for a relationship. I’m not bragging by any means but seriously, I seem to have a strange effect on the girls; they tend to want more than I can offer. So since I’ve moved back home I’ve tried to show restraint and avoided them (girls and encounters) all together. But alas old habits die hard.
Completely put out by the usual bar hopping, I reluctantly ventured out with friends a few weeks ago to the local rainbow watering hole. Figuring maybe I’d see something that would tease me or whom I could tease without actually getting myself into trouble I went in not expecting much of anything but a good time with my boys. As usual the music was great and the girls and boys were out to play in all their night marauder regalia. While I found my groove in the corner I started looking around the room taking in my surroundings. All the regulars were here it seemed and so I let loose and slipped into oblivion. I started dancing and losing myself in the music when all of a sudden I felt eyes on me-- hot, hungry eyes. I looked across the bar but saw no one. Paranoia is a bitch! I’m way too antsy…SHOT! Pronto!
I knocked back a shot and had just started dancing with my friend JB when he said to me,

“She is eating you alive, sis!”
“Who?”
“I dunno- new trade! My 1, your 7. Going to investigate.”

I turned trying to subtly glance over my shoulder but I couldn’t see who he could’ve been talking about. All I saw was mostly regulars- two girlz- coupled up and a few boyz. The only one I didn’t know was a caramel skinned boy with a skater boy swagger. He had a lip piercing, full arm sleeves, ear gauges and was definitely not from here. He was pretty as hell! My boyz were gonna have a field day in here with him tonight! I noticed that JB had made his way over to the group and was chatting it up with the pretty boy. TYPICAL! JB smiled at me and then so did Pretty Boy. I smiled back and winked tossing up cheers with my drink before turning back to my boyz and continuing to dance. The sweaty, hot atmosphere was turning me on. My head was starting to swing and I could feel myself getting lost in my surroundings. My shirt was drenched and I was positive you could see my nipple piercings through my shirt, but I didn’t care. I unbuttoned the top button of my top to get some air to the girls and the sweat trickled down into my cleavage. As I reached in to mop it up I looked up and Pretty Boy was watching me across the bar. I bit my lip and threw him a face mimicking how hot it was. He licked his lips slowly and softly, smiled and nodded in agreement. Damn if I ever wanted to be a gay boy it was fucking now!
I was about to order another drink when, the bartender brought one over to me saying, “For you my dear…” and before I could ask from who, he gestured at the crowd “…from an admirer!” My eyes darted through the crowd looking to see a familiar face or at least someone looking to see my reaction—nothing! As I sipped my drink and danced to Ms Minaj’s Your Love, I felt a hand along the lower part of my back, heat against my neck and a low whisper in my ear.

“So, how much of a tease is it that the sexiest chick in here is not only straight, but taken!”

I turned to see what crazy ass friend of mine was fucking with me now and to my surprise it was the Pretty Boy! He had his head at a tilt and was looking down. I started to say Well I don’t see why either of those things would bother you when he licked his lips and smiled. Wait a minute- am I seeing right! I dabbed the sweat from around my eyes and licked my lips back. I was tipsy as hell and homie was looking better than a cold drink on a hot summer day! I replied,

“That is so fucked up! Where is that bitch, I need to have a word with her!”
He laughed, “Haha, Yeah you know I mean you!”
I giggled, “And just who may I ask am I teasing exactly?”
He raised his hand in the air claiming responsibility and a smooth raspy voice with a West Coast tinged accent rolled out.
“That’d have to be me, ‘cause I don’t think that anyone in here has been as busy watching you all night as I have. You from here?”

If he licked those lips one more time I might forget that my man was only a phone call away, embarrass myself and jump this gay boy! What was this anyway, what was his thing? Wait! Was he Bi, because fuck that shit, I don’t play that way! Just as I was about to get pissed off JB popped up behind him and started pointing at him while mouthing something--- something that looked a lot like That’s her!! I choked a little on my drink and pulled my attention back.

“Huh, yeah, I’m from here. You’re CLEARLY NOT!” I probed, “I’m Lexi by the way!”
“Jazz. Nice to meet you Lexi. I’ve been figuring out how to approach you without you being scared off all night. I know you don’t like girls but I had to tell you that I’ve been watching you all night and I think you are sexy as hell; your energy, your whole style—is just crazy! I just couldn’t leave here without telling you how jealous I am of your man, I’m not gonna crowd you but I really wanted to see you close up—ya know…” and she leaned in closer to my ear “see if you smell as good as you look!”

She licked her lips and then giggled- a bashful charming smile left on her face. Damn, damn, damn! Why is this bitch here trying me? I’m not usually even attracted to butch girls but I couldn’t stop myself from wanting to know more, to hear more, and to taste those lips.

“Ay, so I know you not flying my way but we could be friends though?!”
I gave her a mean side-eye. She laughed.
“What? I have straight female friends—besides I can dream right?”

I bit my lip ordered two shots and two drinks—we downed the shots I grabbed the drinks handed her one and gestured for her to follow me outside onto the balcony. I didn’t know what way this was gonna go but I certainly didn’t need these bitches in here bearing witness.
We stood out there drinking and talking, smiling and flirting. I couldn’t even pretend that I wasn’t completely turned on and intrigued by this girl. She was unlike any girl I had ever been attracted to and I couldn’t explain my infatuation. The way she spoke, the way she stared in my eyes when she asked me questions, the way she kept finding excuses to get close to me. Her tattoos were just icing on the cake! Not butterflies or fairies, but instead flames, dragons and evil clowns lured me to touching her. Tracing them with my fingers, she trembled as my hands touched the tattoos on her neck. She turned to face me grabbing my hands, her lips just inches away from mine. Then she slid her hand up around the back of my neck and pulled me close to inspect the tattoo behind my ear she brushed her lips across it gently and a gasp escaped my lips. She pulled my face towards her and kissed my lips softly at first, almost hesitant. My head spun—her hands wrapped around me and pulled me closer to her kissing me harder. Stroking my neck and grabbing my hair firmly, she pulled back my head and lightly licked and nibbled my ear, my jaw, my neck, my chest. As her tongue plunged into my cleavage I swear I could hear a sizzle as the wetness from her tongue cooled the heat from my body. She had me pressed against the wall kissing me and rubbing me all over. Her hands slid down to my hips, under the curve of my ass, between my thighs slowly but surely stroking me, rubbing me, drawing the moistness through my black spandex. She grabbed my breasts in firm, gentle handfuls biting my nipples through my shirt and sliding down until her face was buried in my pussy. I was trembling under her touch, I wanted to rip my pants off and straddle her beautiful face riding it until I came all over it. She stood up again kissing me and pushing her tongue into my mouth.
I wanted her to taste me; I felt like I needed her to! I wanted her to slip her tongue deep into the wet pulsing crevices between my thighs and taste what she had done to me. As she slid her hands down my pants roaming towards the heat radiating from my pussy I held my breath, and as her fingers found my wetness slippery and tantalizing we both moaned- me in pleasure and her in lust!

“I wanna taste you so fucking bad! I have to taste you!” she gasped.

Just as I was about to tell her that I was ready right there and then, we were interrupted. JB cleared his throat. We both jolted to pull ourselves together, both still panting, hearts racing, clits pounding.

“Uh, sorry to break up the party but Jazz your friends are ready and were about to send out a search party…”
“Okay, thanx man! Tell them to gimme like five minutes?! Hey can you do me a huge favor, can you grab me a pen?”
“Will do!”

JB smirked at me gave me the Dr. Evil finger and disappeared back into the club. We both stared at each other longingly. I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply. There was no way we could leave together. It was bad enough that JB had witnessed this tryst. She held my hands tightly, and kissed my forehead, and then my lips. She put her forehead on mine, still stroking my breast.

“This is some bullshit! I have to see you again. I’m leaving tomorrow night but I’m staying at the Hotel by the Casino. I’m gonna give you my room number, if you can come by later or tomorrow, just call me. Please just try. Please, please try!”
“I will—I’ll try!”
She kissed my hands, my neck, my face. JB came back with a pen and paper and disappeared. Jazz’s entourage was downstairs and growing impatient.
“Come on Jazz, man! Ms. Thang ain’t playing your game no way!”
We laughed.
“I’m coming!!!” she called out.
She scribbled her hotel room number and her cell number in Cali.
“In case you can’t ya know, If I don’t … if you’re ever on my coast—EVER, you call me!?!”
I bit my lip and nodded. She kissed me hard one last time.
“Call me sometime?”
I nodded. As she got to the door she turned one last time, she put her fingers under her nose, and then slid her fingertips into her mouth. She closed her eyes and licked her lips.
“Damn—!”, she whispered.

I blushed, she smiled and like that she was gone. I watched her walk away from the balcony, my body still pulsing, my heart thumping. What the fuck was that? I slid down the wall, my head in my hands. What the FUCK was THAT? I opened my eyes at JB’s foot tapping next to me.
“Come on sister! Let’s get you a shot and let’s dish, ‘because you look like he just left with something of yours.”
“Yeah… but I’m not sure what it was!”

Has the unexpected ever left you feeling jolted to your core?

Friday, May 14, 2010

Tangy...then sweet

"The sheets are cool. I'm hot.
Wet. Wanting.
My mouth is watering. Again.
Tell me what you want me to do right now."
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I want you to get in your car and come to me again....
I want you to come through the door and not say a word to me.
Gently slip your the index and middle fingers of your right hand into your mouth. Gently. Imagine that it is mine.
Imagine I'm kissing your neck....and you're breathing me in while your tongue rolls around the fingers. Moving very slowly in and out of your mouth...
When they are slippery and wet....bring them to your nipple....circle all around first....teasing.....
Then taking the whole breast in your hand...full and warm. If i were there i would have to taste it....
But you will have to imagine that while you pinch and tug and my mouth is on you sucking .... Biting...just a little...
Your hips are starting to rock...legs opening slightly...
Fingers back in mouth......but this time more hungry
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"I want to FEEL it. HEAR it.
Me. Cumming. On your hands.....In your mouth.
Your fingers inside me. Rubbing against that little raised area.
My back arching. Me clenching around your fingers, inside.
My hips flexing up...down
My mouth open. My lip between my teeth, bruising.
Slowly in and out
you...moving, teasing, focused.
Yes.....me guiding you.....showing you where I like it.
Me moaning deep. My head moving fitfully against the pillow.
With each stroke a sound escaping my lips. A wimper.
I want.
Yes."
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I want to hear it. In my ear. Lips touching my face.
I want your nipple, the left one. Hard. Tight and aching. In my mouth, between my teeth, my tongue dancing around it, my lips tugging, sucking slow and urgent. I want my hand on your other breast kneading softly teasing the dark nipple between my fingertips, squeezing a little less than gentle. I want my naked thigh, between your naked legs, your hips rubbing into me. I want your heat against me, wet, dripping, afire.
Are you....breathing?
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"Trying.
Laying on the bed....imagining you here."
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If I ask you to touch yourself right now. Can you? Will you?
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"Yes. Are you asking?"
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Yes.
You are soft and wet I imagine. Trembling maybe. Wanting?
Your hands sliding between the folds. Wet now?
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"Throbbing."
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A tingle perhaps as the tips of your fingers brush over.
Cum for me. Please.
With the tip of your index finger. Find her. Touch her softly.
Circling around slowly at first. Softly.
The sensation is teasing your toes as you circle calling you close.
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"Chest hot
panting
chills"
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Your hips are leaning into your hand. Arching upward.
Increasing the pressure. Making you urgent.
Move your fingertips back and forth. Deeply.
Faster. So that with each stroke it is as if you are nearing the edge.
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"Sooooooo wet
I'm soaked
not yet, please."
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And then back...breathe...forward...
back...breathe.
Until perhaps you want more than you are giving yourself.
And the desire, pushes the anticipation pushes your body closer...your fingers tingling a bit...your legs flex... your hand wet and moving...just...the....way....you want it....need it
imagine me there watching.
Taking your nipple into my mouth. Laving it with my tongue. Calling you. Bringing you over.
Falling
I'm here. There. Don't wait.
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"Siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiigh"
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You're probably quite hot Right now. Everywhere. And full and swollen. There.
Tangy....then sweet.
....Like me.
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How do you like yours?

Friday, April 16, 2010

Sometimes I let her



'sometimes she lets me and when she does she talks to herself. in a low voice, she talks the fear away. like last night when her ass was cupped in my hands and she was in my mouth and she whispered and her hips circled faster and her voice began to rise.....'
..from an essay called "sometimes she lets me" in Sometimes She Lets Me: Best Butch Femme Erotica by Tristan Taormino



Sometimes I let her lay her head on my chest...listen to my heart beat slow and strong.....see her skin next to mine......inhale me...

Sometimes I let her lift my skirt up, be suprised again by the unruly curls. Place her face there, breathe deep. Kiss the inside of my thighs from my knee to right at the crease, place her hot lips on my lips down there and then suck gently...

Sometimes I let her take my clothes off. Kissing me as she does...everywhere...leaving fire in her wake..aching

Sometimes I let her lay me down, somewhere soft. Trailing kisses all over my face gently. Nibbling my lips. Sighing as she does.

Sometimes I let her find my breasts. Touching reverently. Taking me into her mouth. Tasting me. Nipples between her tongue and teeth....tantalizing.

Sometimes I let her between my legs. Her hands searching, finding, teasingly touching there, my softness.....velevety lips wet..... learning me.

Sometimes I let her hear me, panting, moaning. Feel my breath on her face. Feel my body, hot and damp against her own. Me full there, dripping there, clenching there, tangy but sweet. wanting her. us. this.

Sometimes I let her. I let her taste me there . Put her lips on mine. Pink against pink. Kissing tentatively at first. Almost like a caress. A welcome. Then deeply, ravenous. Me writhing then perhaps...begging.

Sometimes I let her touch the tip of her fingers at the entrance then go deep.
Find all my special places, our places. Fill me.

Sometimes I let her stay there, inside, kissing me. Feeling me close around her fingers. Hearing me whimper. Pulling her in with my hips.

Sometimes...

When's the last time you "let" someone in?

Tuesday, March 23, 2010

Hai-kink: Siren

lips burn in sun's light.
not obliging the secret
of yesterday's kiss.

at first she said no.
legs slide open by my hands.
i lean in and taste.

we came together.
slowly at first. then deeply.
kissed softly. at first.

between her lips, mine.
the air Is hot. bodies wet.
tastes sweet. savory.

heads buried in necks.
breast against breast, nipples touch.
her fingers searching.

her arriving there.
finds wet. slides inside fully.
i pull her moaning.

i can feel her deep.
my breath is shallow. panting.
her skin is hot. firery.

i want her now. here.
i want her inside me now.
i am still hungry.

it seemed simple. me her.
us together simple. right.
today it seems not.

there is no waiting.
only us wanting always.
there is heat. needing.

if I could still it.
slow it. but I cannot. yet.
i am holding on.

her lips between mine.
her hips my hands my lips. touch.
i can see her there.

the taste is heaven.
pink folds moist with sweat. pulsing.
i could eat for hours.

fingers one by one.
my lips on her. sucking deep.
she is writhing. tossing. sweet.

skin soft as velvet.
dark chocolate turns petal pink.
i have to taste. her.

she is beautiful.
in this pose she is luscious.
greedy and so wet.


Have you had a session so intense, it made you want to 'ring the alarm'?

Thursday, March 4, 2010

The me that is she...

Don't you wonder sometimes, did you ever wonder how it is possible to want both at once?
For one to have nothing to do with the other?
For each to be uniquely powerful? Deep?
But for the wanting and ache for one to sometimes be more moving than the other? If only because it is always softer, sweeter, slower...
There is nothing about wanting a woman that means I don't want
him. Nothing which makes that less than....what it is. But there is something about wanting...really needing a woman...in company of spirit and body that is completely and utterly different....that is open and willing and I suppose like the wanting of him for me in the quiet moments...the gentle languid moments..when we savour.

Perhaps this is why a purely physical connection with a woman leaves me wanting...if that is all it is...

There is perhaps little time in those hurried moments to reflect on the soft curve of a back, the deep indent and sweep of a collar bone, the fullness of the back...of her...the sweetness of lips tugged by teeth tongue peaking in between...to savour...the me that is she and somehow more wonderous.

Sometimes when he looks at me in reverence and wonder...when he traces his fingers along my inner thigh, lays his face on the fullness of my breasts or rubs his nose against my cheekbones, sometimes when he just lays...with me...I feel the tug that he feels and know it is the same...when I'm with her.

There is something special and tender and delicious between us...women...always.
When exacted with purpose and calculated skill...when measured and slow...when frantic and panting...
It is always there..in the softness of our bodies...the memory of our fingers...

when we savour...

Friday, July 31, 2009

Summer Daze

What a summer. Somehow in spite of my crazy hectic schedule trying to balance work, family, and school I managed to find ample time to get dicked down on a pretty consistent basis. The Young Stallion rocked my world regularly and despite the difference in our age he's turned out to be more mature than most of the men I've dated thus far. Still, we have our issues and I remain on the fence about that one. That's neither here nor there though. My issue right now is a craving that needs to be satisfied ASAP.

Its been on my mind for weeks and its the one thing I haven't been able to fit into the agenda in way too long. Shame on me because I long for it, daydream about it, wake up with moistness between my legs when thoughts of it invade my sleep.

Ahh the touch of a woman. The soft caress of her hands on my breasts. The cotton-soft feel of her ass cheeks under my fingertips. The gentleness of her kiss upon my nipples. The force of her hands parting my thighs as she sends chills throughout my whole body. The arch of my back welcoming her into me, clit throbbing, pussy wet and waiting. The lyrical rhythm of her soft fingers moving in and out of me in harmonized sync. The flicker of her tongue first around then inside. The sound of her moans letting me know she enjoys me as much as I do her. The echo of my orgasm, strong, coming from deep within. The goosebumps on my skin. The taste of my sweet cum juice on her lips. The feel of her wet clit against mine letting me know she's ready for her turn....

Ahhh the touch of a woman.

Got a craving you need satisfied?

Monday, June 15, 2009

It's Morning... (The Last Time)

It was dark. Even in the middle of the day and the early morning it's dark in her studio. The whore red walls, mahogany furniture and single window turn the three small rooms into a cave. Perhaps it's just the kind of space her line of work requires, night blending into day and day to night so that sleeping is always possible. It's a rare overnight that I spend in her bed and when my eyes opened in the early morning hours it took me a few minutes to orient myself. Turning my head to the left brought her full C-cups into view. Her hair was spread all over the pillow under her head and her hand was thrown across her eyes as if to block out the small streams of sunlight that had eluded the blinds.

I was immediately restless. My body was still tired from the long night before, but my mind was alert, still consuming the party favors I'd indulged in less than eight hours earlier. I got up and walked over to the kitchen, wrapping the sheet around my body and dragging it behind me. I grabbed a bottle of the DragonFruit Vitamin Water she always kept on hand for me out of the fridge. I stood there with the door open gulping until the bottle was empty. My nipple hardened in the cool air and my pussy had begun to get wet. I touched myself there briefly, and raised my fingers up to examine the residue in the dim light, finally slipping my finger into my mouth and tasting myself. Guilty as I felt about even considering waking her up, my stomach had started to rumble, and I was licking my lips repeatedly - partly from thirst, partly from the desire to taste her.

I left the sheet on the floor of the kitchen and walked back to the bed. I climbed in near the footboard, and slid my arms under her thighs pulling her legs slowly apart and gently dragging her bottom half closer to my face. She moved slightly still half asleep, and watching her, as my tongue began the lick her clit, I saw her lips curl into a smile.

The last time wasn't about her fingers inside me. It wasn't about my muscles clenching around her fingers. The last time wasn't about the sounds of my deep moans alongside the gentle hum of my blue dolphin or my streaming cum as her finger massaged my gspot. The last time was about the taste of her sweetness, her wetness dripping down the inside of her upper thigh, her stomach clenching with her release, her shallow breaths in the aftermath. The last time, wasn't about me.

When is the last time you "gave"?

Check out the others' 'Last Times' with Kimberly of The Errant Wife and see who else is taking part in this month's group post: Danimo, Hubman, Bdenied, Enchanted Mistress, Petal, Aurore, Topaz, Ronjazz and Autumn.

Wednesday, May 20, 2009

A Bitch Like Me (Fantasy Fuck)

I've never been with a girl. Well, there was this one time, but I'm still trying to erase it from my memory. I never really went "all the way" and it's something that I think, when done with the right woman, could be enjoyed immensely. The reason why my first/last experience with a woman wasn't pleasurable was because this girl didn't turn me on. I mean, her oral skills were fantastic, but she wasn't hot enough for me to want to return the favor. I want to fuck a bitch like me.

Pretty manicured hands and feet...soft, frequently moisturized skin...full lips...thickness in all the right places. Just like me. And like me, she would know how to use her tongue, starting with kisses that wet the kitty just right. "Fuck me" kisses, the ones that come with nipple pinching, ass fondling and fingers making their way into the spot. Just because I love a dick in the room, there'd be one. His job is to tell me what to do to her. He talks, I do, she takes it.

He tells us to stop kissing. Tells her to lay down. She does. He tells me to get her wet, and she already is, but i kneel, take a nipple into my mouth, and rub on her clit. Sucking on her nipples, giving each one equal attention, my fingers become slick enough for me to borrow some of the juices and trace a sweet trail around her nipples. He likes. Now, how does she taste, he asks. I lick her juices from around her nipples, look at her and reply, Mmmm. I liked what I had tasted. She's sweet like me. I look at him for direction and he tells me to go ahead, baby, lick her. I made my way down from her breasts to her pussy, kissing all the soft spots along the way. She's smooth there, just like me. I run my tongue down the middle of her slit and use my fingers to pull her open. Smells sweet, too. I start off as a novice, he tells me to lick her from front to back. I do. I push my tongue into her, and then move it in and out, then back and forth, from her clit to her asshole. He adjusts her on the bed, with a pillow under her so that I have better access to the entire region. He starts sucking on her breast and tells me to suck her clit and start to get her ready for the beads...

I use a small amount of lube, coupled with her juices, to moisten my fingers enough to start prepping her asshole for the six small globes. I lick and suck her while I play with one finger around her hole. He reaches over and squeezes the other nipple while still sucking one and I suck her clit hard as I push my finger in. Tongue-fucking her pussy while I finger her ass, she's moaning enough that I think she may be ready. He thinks so too, and tells me to start pushing the beads in. He pulls her to her knees and gets under her. They start to sixty-nine each other while I start working the anal beads into her tight hole. One. He reaches up and pulls her asshole open, I take that as my cue to push in the 2nd and 3rd beads. She moans on his dick. She's already started shaking and it's taking both of us to hold her still. I lick around her ass, give her a light spank and then push in #4. He comes out from under her and lays her on her back. He tells me to finish her. I push in the last two then I put my lips back down onto hers. Pushing a finger inside, I press up against her g-spot, and plant my lips on her clit. And I suck. I suck her clit and don't let go as I fuck her g-spot. He stands over her, licking her nipples and smiling as she writhes beneath the both of us. Moaning and bucking, she's sweaty and done.

My fantasy fuck, is to suck a sexy bitch into oblivion. Anyone know how I can make that happen?

Check out the rest of the 'Fantasy Fucks' with Kimberly of The Errant Wife and see who else is taking part in today's group post: Hubman, Veronica, Topaz, Aurore, Petal, Autumn, Duchess, Nyxmst, Perv, Bdenied, Library Vixen and Dick Fitzwell!!!