starved for

I slammed you against the wall, I dropped to my knees and looked at you with a smile, I undid your zip and pull your cock out, licking and sucking from the trunk right to the tip twirling my pierced tongue round and round then placing my lips your erection, still twirling my tongue around the head I start sucking slow and gentle to start with, keeping the pace steady, then when I see your really getting into it I speed up a little, then a little more, until your on the verge of cumin. by tara jane

She chose this moment to ask me what she termed a “potentially embarrassing” question. “Megan,” her soft, rich voice floated to my ears, “how do you feel about us right now?”After a thoughtful pause, my response was, “Very aroused.”

She said next, “I want to touch you.” She moved her body, ever so slightly, a few inches towards me. Her hand touched my hair at the hairline and stroked backwards. It felt like velvet on my skin and her breath drifted warmly over my face. Her knee touched my left thigh. I felt electric currents running up my spine from that knee, and the hand was making me lose my breath. When her lips touched my forehead, I began to throb hard between my legs. I let out a shaky breath, and felt my body tremble. She felt it too, and said, “Are you okay? I don’t want to do anything that would upset you, Megan. We can stop if you want.”

I’m okay, I’m just very excited by you,” I replied. “I don’t want to stop. I’ve thought of this happening for a long time.” I groaned softly, and moved in close to her, turning sideways to face her, my right arm curving around her back. This made me tremble even more. I felt so elated that this was happening, so fearful too that it would not live up to the fantasies about us I had been having, but mostly I felt weak from wanting her.

Then, the most erotic thing happened. Sweet words began emerging from her lips, whispering to me how beautiful my body was, how gorgeous my breasts were, and how my skin was so soft. This verbalness was so unlike anything I had ever experienced, and it had been something I had dreamed about. How had she known?

Her kisses fell all over my face, and her free hand began to roam my body. I was stroking her back and receiving her caresses with a kind of frozen ecstasy. When her hands reached my breasts, my intake of breath must have been as loud as the thunder outside. At this point, I moved my face to hers and our lips touched. So gently, so sweetly, we explored each other’s mouths. My hands were on her breasts, so soft and large. She pulled her blouse up and I buried my face between those beautiful breasts. Her hand was reaching between my legs, touching me, between a layer or two of my clothing. I could hear her intake of breath when she discovered how much I wanted her, and she said, “I want to taste you.”

Excerpt from “So Natural, so Right” By Kathy Belge

It’s Been a While

My phone rings, and it’s you, telling me you’re almost here. My stomach lurches with anticipation, and I can already feel the wetness between my legs. I want to give in and rub myself until you arrive, but I hold off. I want you to be the one to satisfy me.

I see you then, coming around the corner in your toy… a‘96 corvette. My hands are shaking as you pull up and flash me that mischievous smile.

I do my best to stay calm as I climb out of my pickup and walk around to the door. You pop the door open for me, and I slide into the passenger seat. You smile and say hello… and drive away. Suddenly, you stop and kiss me with such force that I simply melt!

I settle into the seat, enjoying the ride and your company. You, however, have other ideas. You take your hand and immediately shove it down my pants, knowing all too well I am going to be drenched already from the want I have for you. There’s a special move you have with your fingers when you diddle my clit, and it makes me hunch against your hand, I try my best to hold off coming, wanting to save it for later…I let myself go a little, allowing little tremors of release while you are driving ever faster to our private cove.

You take your hand out of my pants and I lick my wetness from your fingers.  Tasting myself on you, any part of you, is such a rush for me.  You pull your hand away long enough to maneuver the car into a dark corner of “our” space. By Meersm30

I want to have sex.

But I don’t want to have just any sex. I want the sex going on in my head right now. I’m about to tell you all about it, so if you’re easily offended, please stop reading… now.

I want it to start slow. I want to kiss her eyelids and her temples and her cheekbones and her chin and her nose and her mouth. I want to run my tongue along her bottom lip, and bite ever-so-lightly when she smiles. I want to circle her tongue with mine, and flick mine against hers, to give her a little bit of an idea of what I’m going to be doing to the rest of her body soon. I want to explore her face forever, kissing and touching and caressing.

Then I want to move down. I want to trail kisses along her jawline to her neck, and nibble and lick and kiss and suck on every inch of her beautiful neck. I want to kiss her pulse, the hollow of her throat, just behind her ear… then I want to kiss along her chest. I want to trail down her sternum and then to her breasts. I want to lick the curve of her breasts like ice cream, the only kind of ice cream I love. I want to take her nipples into my mouth, and nibble them and flick them gently with my tongue, suck on them lightly and draw every ounce of pleasure through her body into mine, my hands caressing and fondling in succession with my hungry mouth… then I want to move down.

Then I want to kiss her stomach. I want to trail my fingers down her ribcage and do my best to kiss every goosebump that action creates, kissing each rib and every curve, tracing the curve of her ribcage with my tongue and blowing cold air soon after it. I want to drag my nails lightly along the curve of her waist and make her back arch in the minute pleasures I’m generating with my fingertips and my tongue.

I want to lift her into a sitting position and into my arms and in my lap, taking her mouth again with a fever and a passion she’s never known, letting my fingertips fall along her hair, her shoulders, to the small of her back. I want to grip her hips, and make them gyrate against my naked body, I want to kiss her neck and feel the gratification when her head rolls back and her mouth opens, and I can hear the sighs from the ecstasy I’ve created for her.

I want to lay her back onto the sheets, one hand on her lower back and the other on the nape of her neck, and I want to kiss her one more time before I retrace my every step to her hips. I want to kiss her beautiful hips my hands gripped firmly to either side of them, I want to kiss her inner thighs. I want to push her legs upward and against her and kiss along the backs of her thighs, and the curve where her thighs meet her beautiful ass. I want to smile up at her, I want to see her begging for it. I want to see it in her beautiful eyes. Then… I want to go down.

I want to slide my tongue between the wet, soft folds of her pussy. I want to hear her groan with ecstasy as I flick my tongue every which direction, searching the shapes and the depths of her, tasting the juices of my favorite fruit. I want to tease her, circling her clit but not quite touching it, creating a hurricane of pleasure but not quite reaching the heart of it.

I want to grip her hips harder and control her movement as I finally pass over her flit, flicking my tongue and sucking lightly as her hips thrash and her back arches. I want to go slowly. I want to tease her clit and move away, licking and kissing all over and only coming back to her clit when she begs. I want to slide my fingers inside of her. I want to match the speed of my tongue with the speed of my fingers, rocking her slowly and steadily into a torrential frenzy. I want to make it last hours. I want her back arched, body screaming for release, begging me to give it to her.. and I will. I want to pick up the pace, licking and sucking and fingering her delicious pussy until she just cant take it anymore, and lets out a cry of pleasure and release.

I want to revel in it. I want to rub her pussy as her climax fades. I want to relax her body, let subtle waves of simple pleasure roll through and calm her muscles. I want to kiss my way back up her body. I want to lightly massage her hips, her sides, her ribs, her breasts, up to her neck, where I want to thread my fingers through her hair and kiss her. I want to press my body against hers and kiss her for a long time. I want her to feel as if the bed we’re laying on is the only thing on earth that matters.

I want to pull the sheets over our heads and roll onto our sides, legs entangled in the sheets, faces only inches apart.. and just breathe. I want the darkness to consume us, hand in hand, foreheads together, and I want to fall asleep with her. I don’t want to say goodnight. I want the night to be so good it’s redundant to say anything at all. I want there to be a good morning. I want to wake up in tangled sheets with her, and I want her to know that the bed we’re laying in IS all that matters.

And I want to rock her again in the morning. I want it to last hours. Then, I want to get up with her, and shower with her, and dress with her, and go out to breakfast at 1 in the afternoon, smiling for reasons the world never has to know. But they do.

I want this. So badly.

by lezbefree

Vera suggests they go inside but Jo says “come on, it’s been so long, let me have a taste.” She actually kept eating and eventually Vera came, spunkldavis

i tired of him making fun of my whitesnake obsession, so i danced for him like tawny kitaen: white dress, wild hair. he stared at me, eyes wide, lips parted and smiling. after the song ended he pulled me down onto his lap. i freed him of his jeans, touched his mouth with my fingertip, kissed the bridge of his nose. he lifted me up with one arm around my waist, entered me, pulled me back down. fucked me, pulling my hair, staring into my eyes.

no more teasing? i breathed against his jaw as i swirled my hips. no more teasing he moaned.

by nina semen.

http://ninasemen.com/post/735649841/i-tired-of-him-making-fun-of-my-whitesnake

sexualfrustrationblog:

Every time I see you, I wonder why I can’t just be straight and not suffer like this.  I want to run my hands over your breasts and kiss each of your nipples.  I wonder what your hair smells like after you shower and how it would feel to run my fingers along your hot, wet pussy.  I want to suck your clit into my mouth and make you moan. I want to know what flavor chapstick you use.  I want to make you come so hard that you will never be able to think of pleasure without thinking of me.  I want to devour you.

25/30

By The Real Katie West

I invited you over because I liked
the way your poetry about man
parts rolled off your tongue
when you read aloud in the
writing club I started in our
high school. I also liked your 

thighs, and the way your shirt
stretched across your chest
and 
the cute bird charms you carried 

around on a string on your wrist.

I kissed you because you seemed too
shy to kiss me, and your lips were that 

lightest of pink that reminded me of 

pink lemonade in August and also of
virgins. I pulled your pants down around
your ankles because I was curious to see
what underwear you had deemed appropriate
for this occasion, and also because you
were a vegetarian and I wanted to see
how sweet you would be. I held you

on top of me after because your 

eyes were that deep blue of oceans 

from postcards and you had a giggle
that 
reminded me of schoolyard brawls and 

your skin was the softest I’d ever felt 

since the last girl I’d made love to.

http://therealkatiewest.tumblr.com/post/577021548/25-30