Some mornings he is next to me
Some mornings he is inside me
Some mornings I hold on to him
Some mornings I hold on to something of him
Some mornings we refuse to let go
Some mornings I refuse to let go
Some mornings winter keeps us in
Some mornings I tickle his chin
Some mornings I wake up without him
Some mornings its just a dream
Some mornings I probe him deep
Some mornings he sings me to sleep
Some mornings we have pillows to keep score
Some mornings I wake up screaming for ‘more’
………
You are hopeless you know?
Then give me some hope no?
*unbuttons*
I am looking for more this time
*lowers skirt*
That’s it?
Are you in a bargaining position?
I am still allowed to ask?
Then to the tune of a samba beat she danced all night. He cheered and whooped with joy. She tickled his inner thighs, kissed his lips and left fragrances of strawberry all over. Whipped cream was all over the place. He kept moaning, getting angry and begging to be freed.
But she knew better. She kept him handcuffed all night.
When you brushed my lips in the elevator the other day, I was up all night
That dance. When you played with my back, I had a wet dream.
When I open my eyes, every morning you are thrusting into me
I am waiting for imagination to be conquered by reality.
You know what that bastard did?
He fucked me all night with his fingers and kissed me like a madman.
You know what that bastard did?
He walked into the house. Ordered me to remove my clothes. And thrust his dick into me.
You know what that bastard did?
He made me weep and beg and worship him but he kept fondling my insides till I stopped trying. And then the big fuck began. Add to that he just fucked me once. Just once! Can you imagine? It should be a crime. This whole foreplay business.
She ran down the stairs and melted in his arms
She remembers when they first walked past that secluded area near the stairs and they heard someone making out. She had giggled and he had given a knowing smile.
The next evening his hands had casually brushed against her boob. She had replayed the action all night. He sat wondering if it was the beginning of something.
Weeks past and one day his hand brushed against hers. She responded by brushing hers as well.
He played with her bra strap and she giggled.
Weeks of playful teasing and one moment of passion. He had pulled her beneath the stairs, squeezed her hard and she was clueless how to respond. She hugged him and then slowly kissed him. It was a point where the climax would begin, but footsteps and an intruder ensured that they ran.
Today no one could stop her. She was brave. She knew she was in love with him. With his touch. She responded so well to his fingers. When on the neck she twirled around and offered her ass, when he played with her boobs, she wrapped her legs around him. It was a predictable tune and it was a song that belonged to them.
What took you so long
I was wearing the new stuff
You shouldn’t tell me things like these
What are we having tonight?
I want to beg and plead
No controlling, dominating version?
(Giggles and bites lips) Ok fine, you squeeze and I will lick
He lifted her lehenga and clutched her closer. She was naked and wet inside and he wanted to lick all of that heaven. She lay on the ground and gave out soft moans while he went deep into her. She started pleading for more and he just wouldn’t have enough. Finally she got herself to push his member inside of her. He pushed and gave deep sighs while she lifted herself. They exchanged positions while he was still waiting to cum.
Then a deep sigh later they snuggled next to each other.
Want to try some more?
Really?
I still haven’t got my share
She grinned and bit her lip and played with his tip. Slowly, twirling, pinching, rubbing, tickling
She gave long moans, and gasped at its size, she cuddled it, she licked it, snuggled to it, worshipped it, held it, squeezed it, swinged it, licked it…
He gave her hard looks and she just got up …pretending to leave…He had anger and shock on his face…she gave a wicked laugh and came back …then she gave him the best fucking blowjob in the world.
After it was over, he slept on top of her and sucked her boobs in peace. She twirled his hair and waited till he got back his groove for more.
6 hours and they had a lot of positions to try…
Next time you meet me on the balcony will you surprise me like you always do?
Next time, will you slowly unzip me? I like that your finger feels me on the spine while I am shivering. Wondering what will happen next…
Next time you squeeze my butt out of nowhere, will you promise to force yourself upon me…will you hold my hair tight and kiss me like a madman
You remember that time when you played with chocolate on my nipples? I want that too. Its messy, but I like to see you licking in happiness…that satisfaction and that hunger turns me on..
Will you shout at me and ask me to obey? I love love love when you ask me to obey…I will smile because it turns me on…
Next time will you lick my pussy a little longer? Will you open the parting with your amazing fingers and play even when I ask you to stop
Next time I am on top of you will you wait…I like squeezing and twisting and playing with your flesh…I like that we continue the madness between the sheets.
Next time will you wake me up from sleep and do this for real? Because I am tired of the dreams. I want to feel your flesh, your sweat, your skin, your sounds, your fluids and my moans against your throbbing body…
Will you? Promise?
I had been married to Amit for five years. Make that five barren years.
We werent the sort of couple to engage in sex as pleasure. For Amit, sex was a chore. At times a duty.
Even during passionate, racy scenes when the guy rips the underwear with his teeth, I would lust at the idiot box and Amit would get into the details. His nerdy job paid well. But the long hours meant, fatigue and sleeping pills. I got loneliness in return.
The local library and their exhaustive supply of Jackie Collins and Harold Robbins kept my desires at bay. At times I thought of taking the lead and forcing myself on him, but the response was dry and disinterested. I stoked fires with my fingers on most nights. There were times when I would lust after unsuspecting salesmen. And my need to show cleavage at parties increased.
At one such party, a pair of penetrating eyes, caught my need. At the dinner table, the same pair of eyes, checked me out. To me, that in itself was arousing. The pair of eyes were fixated on me the entire evening. I caught a gold band on the ring finger and pushed my thoughts in the deepest recesses of my mind.
Four weeks later, rains lashed at our windows. I had to struggle to shut the French windows of the bungalow we lived in. The terrace was another matter altogether. Plants, the seating arrangement where I spent most of my time reading, were victims of nature’s fury.
That night a guest came home with Amit. It was Him. The penetrating eyes.
When I opened the door, I was half expecting to see a drenched Amit with his books. But this time it was different.
The men walked in and I lit a small candle of hope in my heart. His wife was not with him. It wasnt like I expected anything, but I thought an open button wouldn’t do any harm. And in such a cool weather there was no need for a dupatta.
Dinner was served. I sat opposite him, next to my husband. I was conscious of Amit’s presence and tried to act disinterested. I stole glances at him. Longing, lustful glances. At times our eyes would meet and there would be a connection, but I simply looked away and let him stare at me.
The men sat talking and I walked into my room, in the hope of some adventure. Flimsy lace covered my body. I dabbled extra perfume and prepared for the night.
Amit walked in, changed and decided to sleep. Same side of the bed. How I wished for some change, some surprise, some random desire. I had stopped hoping for anything new from him. But still.
I slept soundly. At 3, I woke up to a sound. It was from the kitchen. I wanted to wake up Amit, but I decided against it. Some sort of a gut feel.
I went down with a weird hope in my head. I don’t know why I wanted Him to be in the kitchen. Him who could capture me with just his eyes. Or maybe it was just because I was in need. Either ways Lust was making me do things that Love wasn’t able to.
And destiny played its card.
He looked wild, needy and desperate. His eyes were blood shot and he was staring like he was undressing me. I burned. I ripped my clothes to reveal the lace madness I had stocked in my closet.
I showed my greed and my vulnerability. My caves were throbbing and he hadn’t even touched me. I knew my pussy had creamed and I was screaming and burning inside. He grunted and pulled me towards him like a warrior. He was one. The hands that held me got me to throb and ache with pains that I hadn’t known. It was the pain of suppressing desires for far too long. It was the joy and sadness of doing it with someone who knew my needs and my madness.
He tore my panties–he licked me down there. I was dripping and moaning like there was no tomorrow. Then he pushed the tip of his member into me. My skin ached and I yelled in pain. I didn’t care about my screams, I just wanted to be satisfied. He removed it and I lunged on top of him asking for more. Begged, pleaded and yelled for it. I scratched him and the villain just smiled at my desperation. Then he pushed his flesh into my burning needy core and I went into the land of daze.
“Dont stop. Please please dont stop. Don’t you know how much I need this? Don’t you know that my core needs you. Don’t you tiger? Show me you’re an animal. Show me the wild you.”
And then he pushed me onto the floor. The man was an animal now. And he started pounding into me…
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We both caught our breath. He stopped to catch his breath. And then rammed his ravenous cock into me. My body was numb. Each fuck of his felt so strong and my muscles squeezed and expanded. The predator that he was he didn’t show any mercy. He dragged me into the veranda and we did it under the open skies. Like two long lost animals trying to satisfy each other and not bothering about a care in the world. The madness ended with the amazement of an orgasm. I felt like a rag doll.
But years and years of waiting had paid off in a night of justified passion
you sat across me with the veggies
and I fingered with my chicken
we quickly removed our footwear
accidental leg play
more accidental leg play
cute caressing of ankle
intertwining of toes
slight scratching of heel
random pinching
then I move my leg upwards
and play with your shins
you squeeze my feet to show your need
sauces are spilled, we giggle on a table of 6
sly smiles and hand brushes
u almost choke
I start playing with your member
and then u play with my cave
swirling, turning, brushing, squeezing
we have dinner
and walk into the night with stars in our eyes
I walk into an empty hotel room and sit by the window. Luggage strewn across the place and a well made bed. He is in the room across the corridor.
304.
I am 310.
I was quick to ask the receptionist the codes during check-in. I pray and hope something happens. For days I have been hinting at stuff and there has been no response. Apart from the casual footsie at the airport to a brush against my back in the lift..
The perfect room. A well made white bed, a large gallery that overlooks a highway and a glistening city on one end.
The gallery is snug. Just perfect to fit two people. On top of each other.
The WC has a shower enclosure made of glass. A loofah pad, clean white towels stacked neatly on top of each other and marble tiles. Tiles that feel cold.
There’s large black sofa. I imagine him walking in and taking me from the top. I look up to see his face. That face to whom I can tell anything. That person in front of whom I can be anything. And how he glides above me and finally licks me at my spot.
Its amazing how these thoughts form in my head and the phone rings. I haven’t even showered or perfumed or changed. Into ….something…or maybe nothing.
Wait. Into something. Why give away the mystery so easily.
‘Hello?’
‘Hi…asleep yet?’
‘No…just watching some tv.’
‘umm…did you make notes of the last conference?’
‘Yaa’
Awkward Silence
‘I wanted to compile the notes’
‘Ohh…I wanted to write some more stuff from those papers. Can you come after ten minutes’
Please come after ten minutes!! I haven’t even unpacked my coquette. Not to mention doing up my hair. But then I remembered he didn’t care. It was the act that mattered, not the frills around it. Gosh ten minutes!!
I saw the clock and dashed off to take a bath.
I switched on the lamp lights and then decided against it. What if he didn’t really want it. What if he was really coming for the notes. I got myself into a pair of shorts and a loose shirt.
The wait was endless. True to his form he came twenty fucking minutes late. I resisted calling him for fear of sounding desparate. But how desparate was I! I wondered how it would start, what would be the first move, whether there would be something he wouldn’t do, how would I react to his kiss, his lips delving into mine…or his slight brush..or the way his hand…
And there was a knock..
He strode into the room like he owned it. It was no secret. He practically owned me. For that moment and many moments before I was his slave. And as usual his confidence was a turn on. Its like he knew what he was doing. Like he knew what would work and what wouldn’t.
‘Ash, why have you made me wait for so long’
‘I was scared I would get addicted to you. I love everything that you do. ‘
‘Do you like my perfume?’
‘Its numbing. It makes me weak’
‘Do you want to do this’
‘I can’t wait to do it. I waited forever to be yours’
‘Like my personal slave?’
‘Like your personal anything…Like someone whose body belongs to you..and no one else’
He plays around with my hair and then fondles my ears. He enjoys the look on my face. My desperation, my need. The way I look at him…longingly..how I fear that he will hold me and then walk out. He understands all of this and brings me closer.
Then he switches off the lights. There is silence and just heavy breathing. For a second I don’t know where he is. Then he switches on the lamp. We stare at each other and wait for the first move.
And just like that his hands are all over me. We tear each others clothes’ to the ground. I wrestle with his belt and I am glad that he has worn those knickers I gifted him on his birthday. He gasps at the dash of red covering my boobs and makes his way to the neck. We both clamber on top of the bed…
His hands have found my panties and he glides his fingers around my pussy. His lips dig deep into mine as pinches my butt. I am wet all over. I keep reacting to his rubbing with moans and groans…He squeezes my nipples and I bite my lip..then he suckles the nipples keeps squeezing my thighs…my nipples turn hard and I spread my legs apart
Dont stop…please dont stop…keep pounding into me
You like this dont you bitch
I moan in pleasure and delight. And then he makes things rough.
‘will you scream if I scratch you…do you want me to pinch you and turn you red…’
‘What is stopping you…fucker…why are u waiting…’
And then he scratches my back till it turns red. He keeps squeezing my ass and turns me around…and then he takes his wild ride…he holds my babies and squeezes them hard…I yell in pain and scream for more…more scratching and then he takes me from the top …I lose control and let him explore my playground…
He does the 69…He licks….I push him inside me…he licks some more…I squeeze his dick…I am full of his cum..and then he takes me for a shower…I follow him…he is in control…he is in charge
He asks me to bathe him and give him another fuck. I obey. I play with his cock and bathe it and fondle it..i play with the tip….I rub my juices onto it. its like a baby that belongs to me…he thrusts me down and I stare at his cock and lick it till he screams at me for a blowjob..He thrusts deep into me…I bite at times and he moans in pleasure…I fall backwards on the marble tiles and he pushes his cock into my face…I squeeze and lick ….and play with his tip …I spit out his juices…and then we go again …
Then we bathe each other without saying a word. There is just a deep silence and a craving to behave like an animal…like there could be anything else…we pound into each other…he and his fingers…those arty fingers into my cave and my hand rubs onto his member. First slowly and then a lot faster…we synchronise the speed… In the rage of insane making out, we stumble out of the shower and two wet bodies make love for the longest time on a balcony in a faraway city.
I keep moaning with pleasure, desire, happiness and a need to be controlled. I stay in the daze as the magician works his magic and takes control of me. Sometimes the soft spoken …sometimes the hitler. Sometimes a hard whack on the butt and at times a soft kiss…he kisses my navel and his fingers wander along my thighs…and then in a moment of intense passion he starts biting around my nipples…I scream for more…He remains on top and bites my nipples till they turn red and then he leaves a mark. His stamp.
Three hours laters, tired and exhausted two lovers sleep on a bed.
I go off to sleep, cuddling next to him.
Next morning we miss breakfast. And lunch.
Slap.Scratch.Bite.Pinch.Hurt.Tear. Repeat.
Shower. Play with the soap along my body. Bite my lips till I yell in pain. Tickle my navel. Pinch my tits. Ride my ass.
Watch me giggle and scream with joy. And just when I thought it is over, come right in for the final thrust.
And when your done don’t forget to take the bra home. Its my souvenir for my little baby.
