So here is another aptly placed blog that I am composing in an altered state. And it's about erotica ;) so I'm two for two.
so there are two competing fantasies battling it out in my head right now. Hot girl on girl, or hot boy girl voyeurism. Why not both? Double yes!
I walked into Starbucks looking pretty cute that morning. Had my knee high docs on. The scuffed grey ones with the buckles all the way down the side. A purple skool girl style skirt on, charcoal gray wife beater, and my black hair cascading down my back. Urban Decay Graffiti eyeshadow on, pale lips, and the light glinting off my Monroe piercing.
She was a cute blond with a pixie haircut. Cuddled up in my spot. The tall red wing back chair in the corner, and her drink where mine should have been on that little round table. Looking just like Alice falling down the rabbit hole.
I ordered my drink and waited watching Pixie read from an enormous book in her lap. From the looks of it it could be Homer's Odyssey. My java chip frap ready I sit in the consolation seat. The one next to her's on the other side of the table, leaving my drink on my left side.
She looks up at me as I'm sitting down and we have a moment. You know that moment that happens when two people are instantly attracted. "You're in my seat", I say with a smile.
She smiles back and says "Is that so?"
How it happens doesn't interest you. What does is a little more info on Pixie. She's wearing a white cut up tee, and when she leans forward in just the right way I can see her tits. They're on the smaller side of a C cup, but god they look beautiful with their sweet pink nipples, and well honestly, with a view like that who could remember anything else about her?
We exchanged phone numbers and agree to meet again for drinks tonight.
What follows next is something that takes place inbetween.
"Dude, the boss got some last night, huh? He's all smiling and shit." said the new guy.
"Hey, if I was the boss I'd be smiling too. His wife's fucking hot." said Stan, the other guy working at this job site today. "He always gets some. He just yells at all the new guys for the first few days."
"You've seen her?" asks the new guy.
"Yeah, and you'll see her too, she always stops by on Fridays for lunch. If you're lucky we'll eat with them today."
"She's really that hot?"
"You'll see, now finish framing that window or the boss will fucking fire you before she gets here."
The boss's wife shows up right at 12 with a half empty starbucks frap in her hand.
*
"Is that the new guy?" I ask my hubby.
The hubby just nods as he pulls me in for a kiss and an ass grab.
"He's shorter than the last one. I bet he's required by law to sit in a car seat."
The Hubby chuckles as he replies, "That's 'cause they're brothers. Let's go babe, I'm hungry."
"Wrap it up guys lets go," he hollers at the guys. "We're eating at Farmer Boys, text me your order, and meet me there after you lock up all this shit."
The Hubby slash Boss takes my hand and leads me off to his truck. "Are you going to suck my dick while I drive babe?"
"Fuck yeah, I am, are you going to take the long way?"
"Awww, come on baby, you know I will."
I unbuckle his belt the moment he starts the engine. His cock is already hard and straining against the fabric of his jeans. I free his cock and go about my business of sucking. We took the long, long way and by the time we got there the guys pulled in just ahead of us.
I'll have to pick this one up again later. and do a little revising. But I'll post for now that way I'm shamed into coming back and fixing it soon.
Tuesday, March 20, 2012
Monday, March 21, 2011
high
Have had a bit of a block lately. Getting high will usually get the creative juices flowing again. And so, here I am. High. But not in the mental, rambling thoughts, sort of way. In a body high. Where it feels so good to stretch muscles, to arch my back, to caress my body. Where just thinking about some girls hands on my tits brings on the sensation that they in fact are. That wondering what it would feel like to have her tongue curling around my nipples makes them tingle. That imagining her long soft hair against my breast while she sucks on them makes me wet. Makes my pussy clench in anticipation of her hand pressing against my clit.
This is the kinda weed that makes you wanna fuck all night long. This is the kinda weed that makes you want to do all those taboo things you tell yourself you would never do. The kinda high that makes your husbands request to go ask the guy next door to join you in a mfm three way seem like a reasonable request. The kind of thing that you would never admit to yourself lurks in your closet. Lucky for you I'm fresh out of neighbors I'd like to fuck, and so can focus on telling you what I would do.
We went to a swingers party on Saturday where I met this cute blond. She had nice big tits, with delicate pink nipples. If her man would have been attractive I might have accepted her invitation. And If she would have been there alone, I would have extended my own. Everyone else at the club seemed to be much more mature than us so after a little kissing and touching between the blond and I, hubby and I left.
We stopped Denny's on our way home for some french toast and nachos (strange I know, but it works)and the hostess caught my attention. She had a long braid of beautiful dark hair, she was short and petite. It was the hair that did it. Took her from a ehh.... to hmmm... I hesitated. When she turned away and her hair swung back I was in lust. The long soft looking hair! Hair that promises to tickle me all over while she's kissing me. To feel her hair brush against my bare flesh as she undresses me. All those thoughts in a fraction of a second. I hesitated though to say something to her. I always hesitate and sometimes the moment slips away. This time I was determined not to let it. When she came back around I had to say something. We complemented each others hair. Mine for the moment having been tamed by a flat iron into beautiful long silky raven locks. The three of us chatted for a bit. Darn no where to go party at around here. When she brought up that she bar tends, I didn't bother to follow up and ask if she could make me a white russian (most bars don't have milk). At that point hubby pipped in and started to dominate the conversation. Sometimes its great, my flirting skills need perfecting and he can fill the gaps, but when i try to jump back in he doesn't let go of the wheel.
Regardless of the fact that he got the info instead of me, we know when she'll be bar tending and can stop by for a drink. Where I'll have a hard time keeping my mind in the conversation. My mind will keep wandering to the feel of her hair against my tits while we kiss. To have her straddling me both of us naked, her breasts mostly hidden behind her hair. Her chocolate colored nipples peeking through. How I wrap my tongue around it and suck on it. While her hand is reaching down between my legs applying the perfect amount of pressure to my pussy. I grind against her my hands running over her breasts hidden by her silky hair. She runs the fingers of her free hand through my hair, and grab a handful at the base (in that Oh My God! way that can trigger an orgasm, sorry guys, only girls know how to pull this one off) She tilts my head up to hers and kisses me, her lips so soft and delicate, her face lacking that annoying sand papery quality. She slips her fingers into my wet pussy making me moan.
My moan can not be contained. Even if I'm just fantasizing about it, if I moan in my mind I moan out loud. A dead giveaway that I was just thinking about fucking you if you ever hear me do it in conversation. At any rate, I'd moan out loud, and judging from the total lack of customers at that Denny's at 2 a.m. she'd hear me, which would embarrass me. If I'm able to suppress the moan till after I have had a stiff drink or two, I'll keep flirting till I asked to see her place. Otherwise an uncomfortable silence would develop while I'm trying to think of a good excuse for the moan. The moment would slip away, and I'd be too embarrassed to keep going.
This is the kinda weed that makes you wanna fuck all night long. This is the kinda weed that makes you want to do all those taboo things you tell yourself you would never do. The kinda high that makes your husbands request to go ask the guy next door to join you in a mfm three way seem like a reasonable request. The kind of thing that you would never admit to yourself lurks in your closet. Lucky for you I'm fresh out of neighbors I'd like to fuck, and so can focus on telling you what I would do.
We went to a swingers party on Saturday where I met this cute blond. She had nice big tits, with delicate pink nipples. If her man would have been attractive I might have accepted her invitation. And If she would have been there alone, I would have extended my own. Everyone else at the club seemed to be much more mature than us so after a little kissing and touching between the blond and I, hubby and I left.
We stopped Denny's on our way home for some french toast and nachos (strange I know, but it works)and the hostess caught my attention. She had a long braid of beautiful dark hair, she was short and petite. It was the hair that did it. Took her from a ehh.... to hmmm... I hesitated. When she turned away and her hair swung back I was in lust. The long soft looking hair! Hair that promises to tickle me all over while she's kissing me. To feel her hair brush against my bare flesh as she undresses me. All those thoughts in a fraction of a second. I hesitated though to say something to her. I always hesitate and sometimes the moment slips away. This time I was determined not to let it. When she came back around I had to say something. We complemented each others hair. Mine for the moment having been tamed by a flat iron into beautiful long silky raven locks. The three of us chatted for a bit. Darn no where to go party at around here. When she brought up that she bar tends, I didn't bother to follow up and ask if she could make me a white russian (most bars don't have milk). At that point hubby pipped in and started to dominate the conversation. Sometimes its great, my flirting skills need perfecting and he can fill the gaps, but when i try to jump back in he doesn't let go of the wheel.
Regardless of the fact that he got the info instead of me, we know when she'll be bar tending and can stop by for a drink. Where I'll have a hard time keeping my mind in the conversation. My mind will keep wandering to the feel of her hair against my tits while we kiss. To have her straddling me both of us naked, her breasts mostly hidden behind her hair. Her chocolate colored nipples peeking through. How I wrap my tongue around it and suck on it. While her hand is reaching down between my legs applying the perfect amount of pressure to my pussy. I grind against her my hands running over her breasts hidden by her silky hair. She runs the fingers of her free hand through my hair, and grab a handful at the base (in that Oh My God! way that can trigger an orgasm, sorry guys, only girls know how to pull this one off) She tilts my head up to hers and kisses me, her lips so soft and delicate, her face lacking that annoying sand papery quality. She slips her fingers into my wet pussy making me moan.
My moan can not be contained. Even if I'm just fantasizing about it, if I moan in my mind I moan out loud. A dead giveaway that I was just thinking about fucking you if you ever hear me do it in conversation. At any rate, I'd moan out loud, and judging from the total lack of customers at that Denny's at 2 a.m. she'd hear me, which would embarrass me. If I'm able to suppress the moan till after I have had a stiff drink or two, I'll keep flirting till I asked to see her place. Otherwise an uncomfortable silence would develop while I'm trying to think of a good excuse for the moan. The moment would slip away, and I'd be too embarrassed to keep going.
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