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Tuesday, 30 August 2011

Jeramih wrote a song about this.

We're sat there, on my parents' sofa, listening to our friends talk to us, but I know we're not listening. We're sitting there fantasising about when they're going to leave, it's the only time that we've had the house to ourselves over this (my 21st birthday) weekend and we want to fuck. He's sitting on my feet. Kerry's eating cake. I know she wants to leave to. This guy drove an hour to come get her to drive her to a gig which is another 90 mins and she's been in love with him since forever.
"Go, go, go" is all I'm thinking in my head. I need some noisy fucking. As much as I like playing with his cock whilst Kerry is passed out drunk over the other side of the room and my parents are downstairs, I need to get fucked hard, fast and where I can scream his name and get spanked and talked dirty to. 
When they finally leave, I play the tease, I pop over to the neighbours to drop off some cake, I shower, then get dressed. But he can't take any more of it when I  call to book a table for dinner, as he slips his hand in my shorts from behind as I forget what time I wanted a table for. He whispers "seven" in my ear as he flips me around and kisses my neck as I quickly confirm the time of our table and press the red button on my phone. 
He grabs my shoulders, kisses me, softly only once and then pushes me onto the bed and strokes my smooth legs with his beautifully soft hands, pulls my shorts and underwear off and throws them across the room. I flinch as his touch on the inside of my thighs gives me butterflies, makes me wet. I watch him as he pushes my legs far apart.


As I lay back and enjoy his soft, talented tongue doing only what he can do to my throbbing, wet clit, my body is anticipating the noisy bed slamming against the wall as my body is being treated to a fucking worthy of an R&B song. I cum, of course I do. I've spent about seven sleep hours anticipating his touch, an orgasm is the first thing on my list. It seems as if I wasn't the only one wanting to put the bed to good use, as he climbs on top of me and I stroke his length. I want it in my mouth, but I can tell he has other plans as he scrambles for the lube and hands it to me. I'd never let him cover himself in lube when I could do it for him, no fun in that. His sharp intake of breath in reaction to the temperature of the lube makes me let out a girly giggle as my lubed up hand job quickly heats things up again.


There's nothing slow, savoured or romantic about what happens next. It's pure passion, need and lusting. My legs are stretched high above my head, tied together by his hand as the other comes down hard on my ass and he thrusts himself deeper and harder into me. My hands are gripped onto the pillows and his shoulders as the luxury of being fucked takes over my body and he kisses my legs and teases me, running his nails down my thighs. I wrap my legs around and lift my ass up to bring myself into him. There shouldn't be a single millimetre of his substantial length that isn't filling me with every hard and powerful thrust. He grabs the headboard for leverage and I'm worried that the whole bed will just collapse, but I don't think we'd stop. His cock is giving me such intense pleasure that I don't even realise his thumb is rubbings my soaked, swollen, throbbing clit and preparing me for an orgasm the size of Switzerland. Without much notice, I'm cumming in a noisy and elaborate display of euphoric satisfaction that only a naughty fuck can give you. And he's not far behind me, I can feel his hot cum squirt and fill me as our bodies are tensed against each other in a sweaty, sexy tangle. 


We collapse on the squeaky bed and are almost late for our dinner reservations at seven due to the other two fucks we fit in to our afternoon. 



Thursday, 2 June 2011

Taking my hopes and dreams with me to Hollywood.

Some people go to LA with dreams of fame, fortune and becoming Brad Pitt's new wife/bit on the side/new adopted child. But not me.
I'm heading to LA tomorrow for a long catch up with some good friends and also with the hope of finding love SEX.
Not just any sex, though. I'm out to get my girl sex. If you can't get it in LA then you can't get it anywhere, right?! Same goes for a lot of things, I'd imagine, but I'm
not going to discuss those things on here!
The thing is. I want it. Bad. I mean, you've read how I want it, but being away from home and knowing that I'm not too attracted to American boys makes me crave attention from a girl. My spare time when my friends are working will need to be filled and I have an itch that needs to be scratched.

I want to put my hands on a beautiful girl's long, tanned legs. I want to flirt outrageously over coffee or frozen yogurt and then I want her to lean over and taste that frozen yogurt on my lips as we leave for another afternoon of wonderful, sunny, happy, girl sex.

I want her to teach me how to make her cum all the ways she likes and find new ways that she never knew exsisted. She would bring her friend along one day to show me off
We'd end up naked and exhausted on a bedroom floor. No jealously, no attachments. Just pure hot and steamy girl-on-girl sex.

It's a fantasy. But in the City of Angels, maybe there's a sexy one waiting, just for me.

Monday, 23 May 2011

Dear Audience, I love sex.

Dancing in a pretentious Birmingham club last night, Rihanna's S&M came on. In my half cut champagne haze, I had a revelation that went along the lines of "FUCK YES" this song is *me*. Rihanna's got the right idea.


A conversation ensued amongst my friends later in the evening about how they "just couldn't be bothered" with sex. What?! You're the youthful side of thirty, the youthful side of twenty five, but you "can't be bothered" with sex. This was coming from single friends, newly off-the-market friends and long-long-term-relationship friends. My mind was blown. I had to speak up. Sex is the greatest thing that ever happened to me and I can't believe that I missed out for the first 20 years of my life. I can honestly say that I want sex all the time. I need sex a lot of the time and even when I think I don't want sex, I do. My friends would rather have a curry and a cuddle, but I want a spanking and spunking. Ask me at any time of day, and I'll tell you about the sights and sounds of my imagination and my fantasy for that day.


What is it now? Well, my fantasies of late have all come from the idea that I want to worship cock. So right now, it's a nurse fantasy, and here's how it goes:


It's Sunday afternoon. You're sitting in your flat hungover after a night of excess. I'm not at the flat with you, I was out at dinner with friends last night and so am totally sober. You ask me to come over and feel sorry for you, but you're not betting on it due to the pissed off tone in my voice when you asked, which was an act. I've been waiting for this day for weeks. I've had the outfit, the stockings and the shoes sitting in my wardrobe for too long, knowing that I wanted a hungover patient to work my magic on. I stand at your door looking pretty normal, heels are in my bag with the little head gear. I tell you I'm desperate for the bathroom and rush into there with my coat on and come out two minutes later, looking like your perfect idea of a slutty nurse. 
I stand at the doorway and wait for you to notice, and when you do, I tell you that I'm here to look after you in the sexiest way possible, that when I'm done with you, you're not going to have nothing to worry about but how good it feels to be inside of your hot, wet nurse. I start by massaging you all over. Legs, back, neck, all oiled up. The noises you make when you're getting all relaxed and turn me on and you can feel my wetness on your body whilst I'm straddling you due to my lack of panties. I tell you to lie on your front, so my real cock-worshipping can begin. You're cock is in front of my waiting for me to get it standing to my attention, ready for action. I lube you up. Both of my hands gliding up and down, up and down your shaft. My palms lightly brushing the sensitive head of your now very hard cock as I get my motion almost fluid around your stiff, beautiful cock which I can't take my eyes off, and you can't take your eyes off me. My breasts are pouring out of this tiny nurses dress, I'm biting my lip constantly at the pure sexiness of the situation and I have white fishnet stockings on. All for your viewing pleasure.  I can tell you want me, so, in the spirit of you being my patient and me wanting you to lie back, relax and be worshipped and made to feel better, I kiss my way up your body and kneel over your face. Your moans of pleasure as I lower my wet, swollen clit towards your face are astounding. I have to grab the nearby wall as soon as the tip of your tongue reaches me. You run your nails down the back of my ankles, making my spine shake and more wetness pour out of me and you lick and moan under me. I lean back so you can look up and remember how I look and so that my hair falls against your cock, letting you know that I haven't forgotten about it. It's always on my mind. Your tongue feels incredible from this angle. You're pushing and pulling me to get the perfect spot and I think to tease me a little bit. You're enjoying this and I think you want to drag it out, but that's okay, it's your treatment, you hot, hard patient. I'm shaking and cumming as I kneel over you, but your don't stop, don't take your tongue away, and I cum twice again the next couple of minutes as you keep me over you. I think, I hope that you like the view. 


I'm back to work on your cock. Lubed up for the second time, I lock my eyes on yours and you watch my lick and suck your balls. Mmm they feel so good in my mouth, I love playing with them. They deserve some attention. My hand never leaves your slippery, pre-cumming cock as I worship your balls. As I take your balls out of my mouth, I replace my mouth with my hand and I know that you know what this means. There's no better hangover cure than deepthroat, and that's what you get.Slutty nurses don't do regular head. They deepthroat you whilst they play with your balls. They encourage you to control their head with your hand, pushing gently so you can see their lips touching your body and they let you do this until their eyes water and you're so hard and close that you need to be fucked. I fuck you. I ride you. Heels still on, my dress undone at the front by you so you can see my boobs whilst I fuck you, my stocking still exposing the top of my soft, smooth thighs. I'm your very slutty nurse. As you explode inside of me, I can't help but as I grab the massage oil, ready to aid your post-orgasm relaxation through massage. I whisper to you that I won't be getting changed and that you're in some serious need of after care. 


Slutty Nurse Sundays? Let's all implement them. 




[Now that you've had an insight into my head - go read about the hilarious things that happen to one of my best friends. She has *so* many awkward, embarrassing and sometimes disgustingly brilliant stories to tell, it would be a shame if she went unnoticed. CLICK HERE to read. Thanks!]

Thursday, 5 May 2011

I need this.


It's decided, I need you. There's no going back from here. 

I need to meet you somewhere very, very public and feel your rock hard cock against my thighs as you firmly push me up against a wall to greet me with a hard, long, passionate kiss. I don't want pleasantries. I need you to get me home in whichever way is quickest, tease me on what will seem like the longest journey ever. Kiss my neck, nibble my ears, stroke my thighs whilst my hands pay attention to the area on the left side of your flies where I'm presuming there's pre-cum dripping onto the top of your legs. My smooth, bare legs in summery shorts will, as planned, whip you into a frenzy as you tease your way up them with your fingers. I show you my bag. Underwear and sex toys. You're in for a treat. 
We're home.
I want you to know, shutting that door, that I'm going to fulfil every fantasy you've been having about me recently. We're not leaving this flat until you've done everything you want, everything you need to do to me. I kick my shoes off and kiss you, hands on your waist band. You've made me so turned on that my breath is shallow. I don't even know if I'll make it through foreplay, I need that cock in me. I drag you to the lounge by your jeans and sit on your sofa and I undo your belt, button, flies. I'm slightly annoyed that there's so much in between my mouth and your cock. You know how much I need it. Boxers dropped to the floor and there's no teasing here. The tip of my tongue gets that pre-cum off you first and then then the most beautiful penis I've ever seen is travelling to the back of my throat, making you moan, making me moan, making my panties even wetter. My eyes don't leave yours for one second. I need to see how you're enjoying it. You need to see that every part of me wants you right now, that my body is aching for your touch. God I want you. My clit throbs, swells up, it's begging for attention. You're cock is in my throat. My hands on your ass to push you closer to me. My eyes are watering as my bottom lip is teasing your balls. Right then, I can't help but let out a moan. You know how I adore deepthroat. But you're about to cum and that can not happen until I've felt this hardness inside me. I pull away and whisper to you 'I need you to fuck me.' 
You command for me to get to the floor, the bed is too far away and you know how much I like to be pounded against a hard surface. My leggings and pants are off and I shiver as you run your little finger down me to see how wet I am. You mumble something. I'm gone. My head is a mush of sexual frustration and lust.

You don't fuck me. Instead you're tongue reaches my throbbing clit. It flicks up against it over and over and I'm banging fists on the floor because it's so good. I'm close and I'm not sure if you're going to stop. My back starts to arch up but you grab my hips and slam them to the floor. Screams were all you could hear. 

Don't waste time. Fuck me. I'm begging you with my eyes. You oblige. Grabbing one of my legs and entering me sideways. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. 
Pound. Pound. Pound. Fuck YES. You're body hitting mine again and again is teasing me into a state of euphoria. I can hardly breathe and all breath I have is screaming your name and begging you not to stop. I know you won't. My body is totally, totally yours underneath you. Giving me a cheeky ass-slap and proclaiming to me what a slut I am, I feel as if I might explode, that all that is keeping it together is your hard, thick cock thrusting deeper than ever before into me. You don't stop as your thumb pushes against my clit and I cum. Hard, long, hard orgasm that isn't given any mercy by your thrusting cock. 
Still shaking and cumming and screaming with shallow breath, I feel you expand inside of me and I know you're right on the edge, we both know that we're not going to waste your perfect cum inside of me. I reach down and grab your cock as you pull it out of me. Lubed up by my extreme wetness and cum, I stroke it until you're kneeling over my face and I'm lying on my back. Still stroking firmly with my palm hitting the exact spot of the bottom of your cock that gets you, my eyes are on yours as I wet my lips and run the very tip around them once,open my mouth and have you empty your big, sweet tasting load all over my face and mouth. My tongue plays around with you to make sure you're orgasm is long and something out-of-this-world. 

Wait 15 minutes. Repeat.

I need you. Come get me.



Saturday, 9 April 2011

The Best Orgasm.

When it feels like the first time, it's the sexiest, hottest thing imaginable. Sometimes the first time isn't the best time. But a guy who can make you feel like you've never been touched before? That's something else. My best orgasm to date was when I was still a virgin, over two years ago (which I was until I met Salt. See here to read about that) and it was with Salt (there were others before him, but he helped me along on this incredibly sexy journey which got my out of my virgin shell and made into the naughty little slut that I am today). 


It's about a month after we've started seeing each other and we're at my house. We've had a fun night of just hanging out and watching things on TV and we head up to my room. It's tidy and particularly inviting as we sit on my bed and he kisses me. He's been wanting to do this night, I can tell. He's pushing me back on my bed and getting on top of me, holding my hands, kissing my neck and moaning 'oh my god's in my ears as he gets really, really hard in his jeans. I'd never felt so wanted and sexy as right now. I want his boy so badly. He's so good at making me hot. I need him. Pulling off my vest top and kissing down to my cleavage, I can't help but smile and I get goosebumps all over as he tugs at my leggings. I feel like I need to stop myself getting so aroused. What's the female version of pre-mature ejaculation? I don't know, but I feel like I'm attempting to avoid it right now as he is kneeling down in front of me on the floor. He strokes, kisses and worships my legs and ankles and then up to my thighs. He runs his fingers, then his palms hard down them, as I moan and shuffle to get comfortable as his long, soft fingers reach my underwear. He kisses the outside of them. The cotton of my panties feels like a metre-thick iron door and like tissue paper all at the same time. I'm still a little nervous but as his hands and mouth are teasing around my vagina, my clit becomes swollen and, without any direct interaction with my wetness, my heart starts beating hard in my chest. I can hear it in my ears, thumping. I know he can sense my wanting, he knows that I want, I need him to push my knees back so that he can have access to me properly, satisfy me. He pushes them wide, now being slightly forceful, which turns me on even more. He leans forward and pushes his face into mine in a hard, fast I'm-planning-to-blow-your-mind kiss, grabs at my panties and throws them over the other side of the room. Kneeling back down, his lips meet my thighs again and I'm now gasping, I can't be too loud because it's the middle of the night and I have housemates who have to study hard, but all that matters to me is Salt being hard. 


That tongue. How can that tiny tip of that tongue make me want to explode? Making a connection with my clit, I'm gone. There's no stopping the moaning, or the fact that every muscle in my body has tensed up with that feeling. I have to put one of my feet on my dresser to anchor myself, to make sure that I have something to push hard against. He's teasing me. He'll stop every now and again to make sure that I'm not cumming too soon. What is he doing to me? I've lost total control over my body. His tongue is in charge. Every time he takes his mouth away for those few seconds, I'm throbbing and it feels like a lifetime, but then when the tip of his tongue reaches me again, it always feels like the first time. 


I don't have one single thought in my mind when my toes start curl under and my heels dig hard into the bed. Salt grabs my left thigh hard and stop it from shaking, so he can concentrate on the spot that he knows is about to get me screaming. I wasn't prepared for this. My nails were now pushing into the balls of duvet I was grasping as I was desperately trying not to be noisy but my breathing had become so shallow and my heart was beating one hundred times a second. My back arched up and Salt came with me, not phased by my writhing around. His tongue still hit that spot. My body had no choice to give in. My whole body shook with the intensity and euphoria. But it didn't stop. I was cumming and it wasn't ending. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I threw my head back and was now tipping the dresser because I was pushing so hard. Fuck. Fuck. I hadn't screamed, I couldn't. It was like I was paralysed by the pleasure. 


When I manage to lower my legs, I'm still catching my breath and I'm a little shocked. I just had an orgasm lasting roughly 30 seconds. I need a break. I'm not sure Salt realises what he just did to me.



Monday, 28 March 2011

Mansoon.

Summer, hello! This is for you.


Imagine a Saturday in June, the weather is perfect, you ate a bacon sandwich for breakfast and have come to the city to spend some time just hanging out with this guy you woke up with, the guy who made you the bacon sandwich, the guy who made you cum three times before you left the house at 1pm.


There's nothing in particular either of us need from any of these shops, we're just there for a browse, but people are getting stressed out and impatient with us as we slowly wander around, Frappuccinos in hand, laughing, smiling.


I decide I want to have a quick look at formal-type dresses for a wedding that I have to go to soon, so we head to Monsoon (always good for the wedding-type thing). I'm in the mood for a quick look around, hopefully something blows me away. Salt heads off to look at the boys stuff and I'm left to saunter around  and pick some things out. I pick three or four very average dresses, just in case they look good on, and head to the changing rooms. On my way I slide my hand round Salt's waist to tell him that that's where I'll be, quickly show him the dress that I like the most and kiss him, softly and smiley, on the lips. I'm surprised at myself, I'm not a fan of PDA but I take it that the sun has got to me and made me crazy.


Monsoon changing rooms are awesome. Big, well decorated, and what I like best about them is that they're closed off, no one can see your feet or the top of your head, nor is there any awkward gap in the side of the curtain. 


I'm just trying on the final dress when my phone rings. It's one of my uni friends. I sit down on the stool in the changing room while she tells me how hungover she is and speaks about some boy, I'm not really paying attention to her when I hear the assistant and Salt talking outside. "Yeah, go ahead", she says as Salt thanks her and then there's a knock on my door. I unlock it and he walks in, I'm still on the phone when I whisper "hi", smile, and tell him that it's Kerry on the phone. He doesn't say a word, he just looks at me up and down, then looks down at his trousers, back at me and starts to unbutton his jeans. I'm trying to have a conversation on the phone but all I can see is Salt exposing his junk and moving towards me. I'm shocked! I get goosebumps and butterflies and all sorts of things shoot through my mind when I come back to reality and realise that I haven't heard anything Kerry has said in about 30 seconds. I attempt to wrap the conversation up. I'm not sure Kerry's getting the hint. Salt's hand is now running up my bare thighs, exposed by the yellow prom dress I was trying on. He leans in to kiss my neck and I swiftly tell Kerry "Look, I've gotta go, Salt's here, I'll call you later". 


I throw my phone onto the pile of clothes that I've manages to make on the floor, but I don't notice what happens to it because Salt's has pushed me against the wall and is kissing me hard. He puts his hands in my hair, stops kissing me, looks in my eyes and makes an approving noise before thrashing his tongue against mine and pushing our bodies together. I can feel his hardness. His mouth meets my ear as he moves his right hand down over my body, grabbing my slightly exposed breasts on his way down to my panties. His lips don't leave mine as he gently strokes me through my frenchies. His hand finally touches my skin. He teases me, hovering over my clit for a few seconds, making my body beg for his touch. Trying to be as quiet as possible I let out a whimper in his ear, but he 'shh'es me before biting my ear lobe hard and his hands glide through my wetness. He stands back for a minute, looks at me again, straight in the eyes, moves close towards my lips, then suddenly squats down and pulls my red, lacy french knickers down and gets me to step out of them. No words have come out of his mouth yet. He takes the opportunity to kiss my thighs, caress my ankles and taste my now very moist vagina. But he doesn't linger this isn't the time for it, his lips are back on mine.


This is so naughty, I'm going to get fucked in a changing room in the middle of a busy shop, in the middle of a busy Saturday, in the middle of a busy city centre. My heart is racing, my vagina is throbbing, I can feel myself grabbing onto him tight. 


He's so hard. I touch his smooth cock gently, but he grabs my hands and pins them against the wall. He kisses all the way up my neck and breathes heavily in my ear before whispering "I'm going to fuck you, Spank". I inhale sharply, dripping wet from his authoritativenessclit getting ready to make me explode. We both know that he's in charge, though. I'm nervous but excited as I get closer and closer to orgasm. Can I not scream? Our eyes meet again, the intensity rises as his body is grinding against my clit. He grabs my ass, pulls me into him so he's the deepest inside of me that he could possibly be and he tells me "you're going to cum. Now." My whole body tenses up and I start to cum and when I do, he continues thrusting. He's getting close too. I can tell by the way he feels thick and rock hard inside me as I'm cumming. My tense, tight muscles against him prove to be too much and as I'm mid-orgasm, he tells me that he's close. I decide that I'm in charge now and gently push him away and get down on my knees.


I'm still shaking and cumming as I look up at him and take him in my mouth whilst I hitch the dress up and let him watch me press hard onto my g-spot, prolonging my orgasm as his hard, thick, dick is in my mouth. I can taste my wetness on it. With one hand wrapped around his shaft, one hand inside myself and my eyes firmly on his,there's not much time before he pulls on my hair hard to let me know that he's ready to do what he came here to do.


I don't take my eyes away from his for one single second as his load shoots from his rock hard cock to the back of my throat making me moan out with my lips fully stretched around his girth. I apply the perfect amount of pressure with my hand on his shaft, making sure I swallow every last drop of his delicious white stuff. Making sure I can taste me and him all at the same time, letting him enjoy the fact that he just seduced me and made me his toy for a little while, whilst there were people just centimetres away who could've heard, walked in, got us kicked out or arrested. Right now though, as I cheekily tease his super-sensitive tip with my tongue, all that matters is that he's satisfied. That he got what him came into my changing room for. 


I let him recover for a few seconds as I get changed out of the yellow dress and into my clothes. Once he's ready, I straddle him as he sits on the little stool and kiss him, softly and smiley. "Hi" I say. He replied "Let's get lunch".


We walk out the changing room, does the assistant know? 


I didn't buy the dress.

Saturday, 19 March 2011

Boutique sex (part 2). Paradise.

This is a post in dedication to all things Japanese.  Maybe some people will read it over there and their hearts will lift for a few minutes in the current situation.


So, Love Hotels? Know about them? Seem 'um? See here if not. Love Hotels


So, a late March night morning in Japan. It's cold and I've been sitting on a bus for two hours. I get off the bus and Salt is there. He kisses me and I'm a little surprised. Kinda hot, I know he's excited. He's been living on someone's floor and hasn't been able to..be alone for a long time. We've picked out a hotel, it's "paradise" themed and one of the most popular in the city. We grab breakfast quickly and head over to start our first Love Hotel experience. It's not even 11am when we pick a room - 3rd floor, large room. We walk in and it's incredible. Huge bath, huge bed, every amenity imaginable. A sex toy vending machine. Condoms everywhere. 50 inch TV, an eight inch cock and a whole load of undeniable, unbeatable sexual chemistry. 


We're not here to take in the scenery, I wanna get fucked. I push Salt onto the bed. It really is huge. Huge and firm. Just like what I can feel against me as I straddle him and begin to whisper into his ear how turned I am and what I'm thinking about and he kisses my neck and ears.. He runs his hands all over me but being clothed is not good enough for him right now. He sits up and I release him from under me. He starts to undress me. As he pulls my leggings off, he begins to realise that underneath my Le Sac dress and leggings, there's nothing but fuck-me underwear. Stockings, corset, suspenders, no panties. Once he touches me and feels that I'm already wet, he's gone. He pushes my legs up and I fall onto my back. I slip my dress off as he kneels down and instantly goes to work on what is now my extremely wet vagina. This whole situation is very sexy. We've only got a few hours before Salt has to go to work, I'm travelling the next day, so this is just 6 hours of fucking and that's exactly what we make it. I cum fast and hard and screaming out. This room was built for sex. It needs me to cum, it needs me to enjoy every second of Salt's soft tongue running up and down then length of me. Post-orgasm I lie there whilst I enjoy the view. He's undressing himself. I sit up and run my nails down the front of his boxers but don't waste any time in removing them and touching that gorgeous cock of his. He wants me and I have no intention of teasing him or denying him, so I grab the lube. There's seconds in between me closing the cap of the lube and my feet resting on his shoulders and having that rock hard cock deep inside of me. He fucks me like it's been years. He's being dominant and manly. Fucking me fast and hard and slowing down when it all gets too much. I'm his right now. My legs are everywhere, where ever he wants them. All I know is that with every inch of him inside of me, the way he's looking at me and his powerful, hard thrusting, I'm getting fucked like never before. He cums probably the hardest I've ever seen him cum. He shouts out and  my nails push hard into his back as he fills me with his long over-due spunk. We collapse. There's so much room on this bed to lie and recover.
We both drift off in that beautiful post-sex haze. 20 minutes later and my mouth is around his shaft after I've covered it in cherry lube as he lies there and enjoys me. He deserves this. No porn in over five days? Salt's a hero. I want to make it so he doesn't need to pleasure himself for another five. Do everything to me. We've got hours. There's nothing else to do apart from share a jacuzzi bath together, but that can wait. I go down on him for a long, long time until all that delicious lube is gone. Until all I can taste is his pre-cum. Until he's pushing and pulling my head so he gets just what he needs from me. Until his heart is beating fast. Until he has lost all control of his own body and he's shaking and gasping and swearing and shouting incomprehensible words. God I love how much he loves to cum in my mouth. If going down on him didn't turn me on enough, having him watch me swallow his load makes me so wet.
Afterwards, we chill out. I rub his legs for a while, and his back. Kiss his neck, play with his hair. He flips me onto my back and plays with me. He makes me cum over and over with his hands. God, he knows how to touch me. How to make me lose my breath. I always want him give me that orgasm and he always does.


I don't know how many hours we've been here when Salt runs his hands up my thighs and we start to kiss, lying next to each other, when I climb on top of him not yet exhausted, when he enters me slowly, with one hand on my ass and the other in my hair. I ride him. I'm in control. It's intense. There's hot, deep, passionate kissing. He's biting my ear. He's talking sexy, he's moaning and breathing heavily right in my ear. I'm tensing up. There's something about this sex. Something about the way he's looking at me, the way he's kissing me. This is the kind of sex some people only dream about. I couldn't want him any more right now. I can feel how hard he is inside of me, how huge he feels. I'm tensing up as I fuck him. Tensing up as the power shifts and he spanks my ass hard, as bites on my lip. I lean further forward and he spanks me harder and harder until I can't take it any more. I'm shaking, moaning. Everything is a blur. He gets harder. I can feel him getting close. My God, this is something else. I can feel everything 100 times more intensely than I usually would. His touch, his cock inside me, the pressure on my clit as I ride him and I'm about to explode. I scream out, let him know that I'm going to cum right now. He is too. And we both grab on to one another and shout out. I think I blacked out with pleasure. I have never, ever felt anything like this. Fucking incredible.


We're not done.


We fucked, sucked and came our way through the next few hours. I came at least 12 times. He came in every way he could wish for. His cock got worshipped in the exact way that it should have. I took all that sexual frustration and left him longing for more.


We leave paradise feeling satisfied.


Our first Love Hotel experience was excellent. We'll back.