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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?

Sunday, August 1, 2010

Dildo Delight

It's 3am and I should be catching up on sleep. Instead, I'm up waiting for hubby to return home from the club. Tonight was a birthday celebration of a friend at a club in the City and I was not in the mood to attend because I was too tired.

Hubby must be having a blast because he has not responded to the text messages I sent a few hours ago asking if he was having a good time. I just upped the anty and texted him, "find a cute chick and bring her home." I'm sure I'll be receiving a call shortly asking if I'm high because although we're open and have an alternative lifestyle, we're not that open. LOL. For the record, I don't smoke.

I'm perusing Frederick's of Hollywood's website for new outfits. The one I currently have on is a sexy lavendar cami and short set and I can't wait for hubby to rip it off. Tonight feels like an anal night - I'm in the mood to be gently torn open. The Analease in on the side table along with the baby oil and I'm looking forward to hubby lubbing his dick with baby oil and moistening my anal opening with the Ease. The hardest part is the initial penetration and then it's easy street from there. I'm too horny to make love tonight so instead I'm mentally and physically excited about getting fucked - in the ass. :-)

I took a break from this post and poured baby oil over the smaller of my dildos until it was thoroughly wet and dripping. I turned on my side until I found a comfortable angle in which to insert the dildo. Initial discomfort set in but I literally pushed past the pain until all 5 inches fit in comfortably. After a few minutes, the dildo felt nonexistent so I upped the ante to the larger dildo. WHOA-big difference. I tried to ram it in but that didn't work - it was too wide with a circumference of 5-6 inches (see for yourself in the pic). I recoiled in pain and then slowly and rhythmically inserted it and pulled it out. My moans grew deeper as the pain from forcing the large dildo into my ass turned into pleasure.

It's now almost 5am, I'm relaxed and at ease. Hubby is still not home but it's all good - I'm sated enough to sleep comfortably. Ideally, I'll soon be woken up by the moist feel of his lips sucking my breast.

When's the last night you masturbated?

Friday, July 16, 2010

Raphael = Ravenous Erika

Thoughts of Raphael have me sexually ravenous. He's 6', dark, handsome, of black and Hispanic descent, wears size 10 shoes, has a warm aura about him, is friendly, always smiling, and cracking jokes. So what you may be thinking?

Well, where do I start with this story!?!? I am in a committed relationship though open, he is in a closed committed relationship with his girlfriend who is expecting (as in a baby) and we work together. At work, I wear a mask of utmost professionalism, I keep the kidding to a minimum and often come across as uptight. However, I'm beginning to slip. Raphael works in the mail room of my largest client and I've been seeing him a lot more lately since the terms of my contract changed and I've had to work more hours onsite. The increased onsite hours allow me to linger around him longer that necessary - submitting my package requests, inquiring about internal delivery and pickup times (the schedule hasn't changed in years) and finding ways to get into his personal business.

I have a rule about mixing business with pleasure because often times the crossover does not end well and I cannot afford to have my reputation tainted or more importantly, to have my client relationship jeopardized.

However, my strong desire for Raphael is forcing me to unwisely rethink my position on this topic. He has "man hands-" thick and large and ideal for fully palming and pumping my ass. When I see him, I envision his hands making their way under my blouse en route to my breasts. My nipples harden and I forget to breathe as his hands yank my boobies free from my bra. My body shakes as my heavy boobs plop into his hands, bouncing off of my chest. He leans in for a soft surface kiss, turned a passionate tongue kiss (including slurping and heavy wrestling) as he squeezes my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. My pussy reacts by forcefully contracting and my thighs begin to rock, uncontrollably thrusting upwards. "AHHHHHHH," I moan into his mouth, disrupting our tonguing session. I grab the back of his head and move it towards my right breast, cupping and massaging my boob as though I am milking myself to feed him. He licks my nipple oh so gently before placing his hands over mine and squeezing my breasts. He feeds insatiably - engulfing as much of my breast as he can, sucking me off the way I'd like to suck his cock. Then he's biting my nipples, moving back and forth between both breasts and causing it to rain in my pants....

These thoughts are dangerous. For everyone knows, you should,


“Watch your thoughts, for they become words.
Watch your words, for they become actions.
Watch your actions, for they become habits.
Watch your habits, for they become character.
Watch your character, for it becomes your destiny.”

My thoughts have already become words, for I am writing this post. I'm afraid (read excited) that my words may soon become actions. Playing with Raphael on a regular would be a nice habit - off the client's premises of course. Now about this character bit, luring a "good" guy into cheating on his "straight laced" girlfriend goes against my character and what I believe in. Yep those quotes are from Raphael - he's a self proclaimed good guy and his girlfriend is straight laced. The contents of this convo will be described in another post. Anyway, what type of woman would I be to lead him astray? What about his girlfriend? I don't know her but there is a sister code that I should follow. Of all the available men in NYC, why must I have him!?!?!?!?! **Sigh**

Ever wanted someone who was off limits? What was the outcome?

Friday, July 2, 2010

Am I The Last Unicorn?

So thanks to the beautiful Sheba, I've joined the other lovely women at The Kink Chronicles. I'm Shadowclit. This first post is going to be more cerebral than clitoral, but I promise there's plenty of hotness to come.

Though I skate under the radar at work, I'm bisexual, polyamorous, and when it comes to kink-and oh how I love it when it comes to kink- I'm a switch. That's right: If there's a fence to straddle, I'm going to straddle it. And anything/one else that strikes my fancy.I enjoy having my mind and my body stimulated, and my body and my boundaries pushed. I thrive on intellectual intercourse and hard dirty fucking. I often do things others don't approve of, and sometimes do things others would fear. I'm fierce and loyal and caring and sexy as hell.

I'm also a Unicorn.

I was having dinner with Sheba recently, discussing multiple partners and the fact that I have re-entered the dating world. I mentioned meeting one couple that definitely...peaked my interest. In describing the dynamic, I mentioned something about being a Unicorn. Sheba was unfamiliar with the term, and suggested I make my first post on the topic.

A Unicorn is a bisexual woman who is willing (and frankly, should be eager) to date a couple, when that couple includes a man and a woman.

Actually willing. Not "will put up with the woman to get some dick" or "will eat pussy to please the man" or "doesn't care about the naughty bits of whoever eats her pussy, but might not reciprocate" or "will only touch women above the waist" or "has sex with women but no romantic feelings" or "goes shopping with the woman but on dates with the man" but actually Willing. (EAGER) To. Date. Them. Both.

We're called Unicorns because we're so rare.

And it strikes me as odd that this one small facet is the one that trips up even some of my more open friends. I like girls and guys? Sure, fine. We all had that one night in college, right? I like pain with my pleasure, both giving and receiving? Sure. Dommes are popular right now in pop culture, and who doesn't like the occasional spank or bite? (Though I like much more than that, but that's for another post.) I believe you can love more than one person at a time? Hey, everyone's seen Big Love!

I want to date a couple?

Girl, that ain't right.

Now, is it the only thing I look for? Hell no. I have a male partner who has several other women partners in his life, and while we're all friends, that's as far as it goes. I have a woman who wants to serve me, but I don't need her to bring a man over as well.

But it is something I heartily enjoy. I'm not looking for a closed triad (oh poly, such wonderful vocabulary that leaves me picturing myself in Little China with an AK47 and plenty of ammo) because I need more relationships than that and my existing relationship is here to stay, but the relationships I've had in the past with couples have been fulfilling in every sense of the word.

I'm fiercely independent, and I'm certainly not monogamous. So a couple-two people who are each others' primaries and fill that role well--has worked for me quite well in the past. Like any poly relationship, it works differently for different people--maybe I'm with them separately sometimes and all of us together at others, or maybe it is always all together--whatever works in that particular dynamic of people. But keep in mind--it does involve dating, not just sex. A Unicorn is not a sex toy to kickstart your flagging marriage. I and my fellow horned beauties want to be in a relationship with the two of you--I can find a threesome on my own (and have!) quite easily. This is different. There are long phone calls or flurries of emails and text messages, little romantic gifts and notes and gestures, just like with any relationship--it just goes in more than two directions. Sometimes you're all curled up on the couch, watching bad movies and eating popcorn. With the last couple I dated, we went out to dinner together quite often, and the nasty side of me loved the confusion on the faces of the waitstaff as we all got casually physically affectionate, but didn't exactly love the judgment that often came with it. I lived in the Deep South then, and that's not a climate conducive to Unicorns.

Are there difficulties aside from "catching" a Unicorn? Of course. There are four relationships here, after all. For those of you not math-oriented, let's call the guy A, the female in the couple B, and the Unicorn C. There is the relationship between A and C, between B and C, between A and B, and between A&B and C. So all of that has to be worked out.

I could go on for a long time on the various intricacies and common difficulties, but let's not. Let's talk about how fucking hot the sex can be between three people who know and care about each other. One of the hottest moments in my early twenties--a time when my sex life could have rivaled Tiger Woods' for volume and technique--was driving my tongue into B's wet pussy and feeling the pulse of A's cock and the contractions of B's muscles as A fucked her ass, and later sliding my own slick pussy down his shaft while her tongue lapped at his cock and my cunt.

There were wonderful moments of watching the two of them. B has a hard time cumming (poor thing) and it was incredible to see the way A knew just how to fuck her right over the edge. Sometimes I'd lie back and watch as he forced her onto her knees, a hand buried in her hair, forcing her head back while he pounded into her. I do love my voyeurism.

I also loved watching his eyes (or hers) go dark and their breath go shallow, watching me arch and scream and cum all over his tongue, or hers, or his cock, or her fingers. I do love my exhibitionism.

And afterward we snuggled and watched The Sopranos.

I'm not dating a couple right now, though as I mentioned above, there is a Possibility. We'll just have to wait and see.


What are you searching for?

Wednesday, June 23, 2010

Rapper's Delight

It's been a long time, I shouldn't have left you, without a dope blog to stroke to...

Before I went off on a hella long hiatus from writing, I mentioned one of my newest friends, MC Dingaling, the rapper. He was on his way down for a visit, and I was excitedly anticipating a weekend with new dick. When he got into town, this is a brief rundown of how it went:

I love it when you call me Big Poppa...

I knew he was gonna handle me, because he's not a small guy. Not notoriously b-i-g, but big enough to slap me up, flip me and rub me down with ease. Things jumped off nicely. He went straight in, teased me with a short oral session and then commenced to beat it like he'd just gotten out of jail. Just as I would come down off of one orgasm from one position, he would put me in another position and work on the next one. After cumming a half dozen times, I rode his dick, bucking up and down on him until I returned the favor and made him O-face somethin' serious!

We took a break, and before round two began, he laid me out on the bed and picked up where he left off from the earlier oral session. Holy shit. Being a rapper and all, I already knew he had a way with his mouth, but DAYUM! He had me lifted up off of the bed and trying to run away. My toes were curling and I was calling out all sorts of deities. He sucked and tongue-fucked the hell out of my pussy, and I came in his mouth until I was ready for some more dick.

From the windows/to the walls/Til the sweat drop down my balls/Til all these bitches fall/Aww skeet, skeet, muthafucka...

I stood up to bend over onto the bed and my legs were so weak, I ended up on the floor. He told me to stay there and put me on my back in the small hallway between the closets in my bedroom. My legs were pushed up to my chest and he fucked me hard. Shit. I mean hard. I kept my eyes closed, because every time I opened them, I felt like my head was spinning. It could have been the good dick I was getting, or it could be that the blood was quickly rushing to my brain from my knee-over-head position, and I was on the verge of blacking out. Before he inadvertently knocked me unconscious, we changed positions, and got back onto the bed. Now, it was my turn.

I leaned over his lap and started sucking him off. I paced myself, because I knew that the pussy had brought him close to the edge. I alternated between sucking his dick and stopping to suck his nipples and tease him by licking his neck, chest, lips. I kept this up for a long while, until I knew he was about to cum. Then I stopped. I stopped just long enough for the sensation to go away, and then I rode his dick until he came loud and strong.

This was just the first day, but the weekend was filled with more of the same. All in all the visit was great, but things got hairy when the "R" word came up (relationship). We had both been into each other heavy leading up to the weekend, but when it was time for him to go, I came to a harsh realization.

Oh baby you/you got what I need/But she say he's just a friend/She say he's just a friend

The sex was great, and MC Dingaling is a real sweetheart to me, but I had to pump my breaks. I liked him a lot, but spending the weekend with him in my home not only afforded me with momentary live-in dick, but also the stark reality that I have absolutely no desire to share my space or my life with any one man right now. I know it may sound cold, but it is what it is. Besides, dude was also fresh out of a relationship, and there is nothing worse than a rebound gone bad.

This was, unfortunately, another whirlwind infatuation turned flop. MC Dingaling was a nice guy. Too nice. He was sweet. Too sweet. And he adored me. Too much. I'm too much of a bitch for such a nice guy. I ended up telling him this in one way or another. However, the weekend, and everything leading up to it, was great. Considering my odds, I decided it was smarter to fall back a little bit before the going got tough.

He'll survive, and he will definitely miss this pussy more than he misses me. A truth I am absolutely okay with.

Sometimes dick and a little bit of attention can knock even the best of us off our game. Ever had to check yourself after getting your signals crossed?

Tuesday, June 22, 2010

Bathroom Break

If I tell you to go to the bathroom right now. To place your hand between your legs, and touch yourself there. To call me as you do it. Imagine me there too, against the wall. Will you? And moan for me?
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You want me to?
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Will you?
You want me to?
Tell me.
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Go.
Call me when you are wet, panting and on the edge.
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Short of breath. At the table. Sucking on an artichoke.
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Go.
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Sucking. The artichoke. Imagining you in my mouth.
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Go.
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Tell me.what to do.
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What are you wearing?
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I'm wearing the white shirt you first kissed me in. It still smells like you. And jeans. As usual.
White bra...with lace....that your hands are always in. Lately.
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I want you to take the palm of your hand. The space where you palm connects with your wrist and brush it discretely across your nipples. Feel it through your shirt and the white lace of your bra. Feel me.

Your hand, beneath the table. Between your legs. The roughness of the denim against the softness of you there, fullness. And imagine me. Feel me. My hands. My breath on your neck. My panting.

And when the feel of me there is too much. When you are too full, too wet, too sweet. Excuse yourself from the table, go to the bathroom and call me.
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Here....red room. Locked door. The waiter I passed by has no idea. Oh. Men. Tell me.
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Your hands. Beneath your shirt.
Your fingers, teasing the tip of those divine nipples. Twirling then tight. The way you like it.
The button of your jeans open. Your hand, fingers teasing. Through the fabric of your underwear.
You should be short of breath and panting sweetly now.
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Tell me.
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Your fingers, between your lips suckling. And wet then touching yourself there. Inside the fabric. Between the folds. Wet. Full. Wanting.
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Here....in the bathroom....it's freezing. I've been gone too long. I touch ................ feel you. Taste.....like me though.
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Shall I talk you through. Do you need me? In your ear?
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Wet. Silky folds. Deep breath. Rocking.
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Run your hands across. Back and forth with the sway of your hips. Imagine me there. My hands. My hips. Rocking against yours.
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Yesssssssss....
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Ever find yourself against the cold door of a bathroom stall? in a crowded restaurant? melting?

-- Post From My iPhone