Upside down, inside out.

I'll keep it short, you already know I have a thing for blow jobs. But upside down blow jobs? Almost better.

They are so sexy. The last time, I was on my kitchen table, which I'm sitting at right now. Legs up the wall, stockings on. My underwear was already halfway across the room after being ripped off before I was given a good seeing to by Salt's tongue. Salt stood over me. Hard. Waiting. So hot. Before putting him in my mouth I can look up at his lovely body. That is hot. It makes me want him more. His cock feels completely different in my mouth, it's like learning to give head all over again. Having my tongue run along the top of his cock, getting to feel every curve is perfect. 

What else is amazing is the way it looks. Ever since Salt mentioned it to me, I love watching porn with upside down blow jobs. You get to totally appreciate the girls body, and there's not a girl in the world that wouldn't feel sexy lay upside down like this.

My boobs look fabulous and are available for touching, grabbing and teasing. I get really wet during any kind of blow job (it's the noises. The way Salt moans my name, they way that sometimes he can't scream my name because he's overcome with how good it feels) so he can lean over and feel me getting wetter as wetter. 

He's also in more control. He's moving his body at the pace he wants. He's leaning over my body, rubbing my clit, but as he's leaning over, it pushes his solid cock further into my throat, which gets me more wet, which makes him make really sexy noises, which makes me even more wet. etc. 

What else is good about it is how I can play with myself. He's getting a blow job and watching me pleasure myself. Listen to me moan for this cock and moan for my own hands. 

It's just finding somewhere that's a good height for comfort for both of you. I wish I had a really high bed. I love my upside down blow job virginity in a hotel room bed which was fabulously high, but that story is for another day...

See no evil, hear no evil.

I never, until the story in my previous post, knew that I loved the thrill of possibly being caught. 


Salt has a loft in his apartment, meaning his bedroom leans over his living room. It's lovely. The ceiling is low, it's perfect for pushing my feet up against whilst getting fucked. It's hot. It also has room to bang your head when your banging!


So...when people stay over, downstairs, on the air bed, everyone can hear everything. 


It's summertime, two of my friends are staying with Salt, along with me. We've had a great evening. Good food, fun times with loads of our friends. We're in bed in the loft. I don't think it's even crossed Salt's mind to get sexy. I want to. Our friends are awake downstairs. They're always awake. They are also two people who oppose sex before marriage. Probably half the reason that I'm lying in bed, talking to Salt but not really wanting to talk any more, wanting to play! 


I run my hands up his legs and kiss him. Softly at first. I think that he thinks I'm gonna turn over and say goodnight. I'm not. I want to make him cum, in the silence, I want him to feel how wet I am thinking about just how naughty this is. How, we shouldn't let them hear us, but part of them wants me to. Part of me wants them to know just how good this is. How good it is to feel Salt's soft fingers stroking me and making me cum.


I start to rub his cock through his boxers. He's not fully hard yet, but he's getting there. I'm going to make sure he gets there. I'm kissing him as I pull his grey boxers down so I can feel him getting harder against my hand. As I stroke him, softly and gently, I can see him looking at me with a slight disbelief, sexy disbelief. He's biting his lip and throwing his head back. He's trying his very best not to moan out, he's mouthing 'oh my god' at me. I'm just smiling and looking at him seductively. This isn't stopping here. I want him, I don't care who is or isn't in this flat. This bed was made for orgasms. Salt leans over and puts his hands in my hair and moves them down to my shoulders, arms, hips, legs and the back of my knees. That spot drives me wild. Can I keep quiet? I'm super turned on now. Moving back up my legs to my underwear, his nails graze over it. I tremble under this slight touch and breath in sharply. He makes a shushing shape with his mouth. God I want him. More than ever I want him to climb onto me and fuck me. He pushes my pants aside and touches me. My hot, wet clit awaits him. He lets out another silent "oh my god" as he continues to feel how wet I am, how his touch glides over me perfectly and I'm squirming under him. Perfect. I forget where I am and start to breath a little to heavily. He stops, takes his hands away from the place that I want them to be most. I plead with him, in silence that I can be silent, that I'll be on my best behaviour. I kiss him, silently of course and he backs down. His fingers finding my wetness again. I feels fucking incredible, and I'd be lying if I said I didn't want to scream his name. He can see how much I'm enjoying it, how the slow, intenseness of his movement is bringing me closer to that silent orgasm. He bites down on my bottom lip, hard. He's showcasing how he'd be doing this hard to me if he could. I love it. My body starts to tense up and shake. I wonder if they can hear the sheets moving around, if they can hear how my breathing has become short and sharp as I approach that kind of intense orgasm that will just leave me wanting more and more from him. I grab some part of Salt's body as I reach an incredible climax that leaves me with my mouth open for at least 15 seconds. 


I look down, Salt is hard. It would be a shame to let that go to waste. I kiss him and mime to tell him that the orgasm that he just gave me was fucking incredible as I my hands find his long, hard, thick cock. Rubbing it for a minute makes me decide that this wasn't enough. I want to taste him. I want to be able to sense exactly when he's going to come and prepare for it and have him cum into my mouth. Whilst our friends lie downstairs. I pull myself up and start to move my way down his warm, beautiful body. His expression is unforgettable; a mixture of surprise, arousal and expectation. A silent blow job. My tongue circles his now solid head as I encase this gorgeous cock in my warm, longing mouth. My right hand slowly begins its work at the base of his penis, giving exactly the right amount of pressure so that his whole cock is getting looked after by me. As his penis becomes wetter from my mouth, I find it even harder to keep quiet, as well as the noises, I have an intense urge to moan out load. I want him to know that this is my favourite thing to do. I want him to not hold back and cum hard. I can't moan out, but I do look up at him, looking at me with my cock in his mouth in the dark and he knows. He knows that I can't get enough of him, that it doesn't matter what the situation is. I'd rather have his rock hard cock in my mouth. His hand on my arm, he's squeezing it tight, letting me know that he's enjoying what I'm doing and telling me not to stop. I know he'll let me know when he's close. I will be able to tell anyway. It's that time when his cock gets so wide, I struggle to get much of it in my mouth. He gets to that point very quickly. I know he loves the naughtiness as much as I do. Probably even more. When he's very close, I am suddenly more unaware of the rules, and the sound of my hand moving up and down his shaft is audible. All I want is for him to cum like I just have; hard. He starts to shake my arm and I know not to stop, I wouldn't dream of it, that he's about to cum right into my mouth and it's going be my favourite part of the whole day. He cums and I wait, making sure that I get every last drop of semen from him. I don't get to look up at him much until I take his satisfied cock out of my mouth and slide in next to him to kiss him. He looks mind-blown. I know he wants to shout out. We both lie back, exhausted. 


We manage to type one or two words to each other on our phones to describe how we are feeling. Then we fall asleep, innocent until proven guilty. 

You've got me caught in a place, panic for a minute.

Ever been to karaoke at like a proper karaoke place, where you get your own room? That's where this is based.
There's zero reason for me to be at this event. It's not really an event, just an excuse to waste time for the people involved. They needed to be in the city until morning, they didn't want to pay for a hotel and I wanted to see Salt, so here I am. Here I am, eating lamb curry with an odd mix of people. I know I can't stay over, I have to get the first bus home, but I've packed a spare pair on underwear, just in case.
I've also packed the one thing that I hope gets used tonight. My remote control love egg. It drives him wild, I know. He doesn't know I have it, he won't know until later, but I know and I can't stop thinking about it. People keep knocking my bag and setting it off, but they think it's just my phone. Salt does it. "I think you're vibrating, Spank". Little does he know.
We get to this karaoke place. It's fairly cheap and we can stay all night, so it's good for the reason we're there. Me and Salt are the only ones drinking, but we're drinking. We order some drinks and we have smuggled some in, so a calm, fun night turns into a heavy, *really* fun night.
It's about 1am when I pop off to the toilet with my bag to start the fun. Salt still has no idea, we're just singing away at the moment. The toilets are a bit posh. In fact there's only one toilet. There's lots of cosmetic things to use and free nail files. I pop the egg in, test it out and feel myself becoming aroused. It's been about 10 days since I was satisfied by him, so this should do the trick for the next few hours. I freshen up and get back in there. Two people are singing. Salt is facing the screen and has his back to me when I come up behind him and whisper "are you feeling sexy?" into his ear, hoping no one hears. Without even looking back he says "Why?". I don't tell him at first. I'm a little nervous. He keeps asking what kind of thing I have in mind. I finally tell him and he just says "oh my God. Gimme the remote". I giggled and pass it to him in what can only be a very indiscreet way. I probably don't care. None of those guys or girls are going to be teased to within an inch of orgasm tonight. None of them are going to experience the incredible sexual tension and build up that I am.


Salt says "That is EXCELLENT" loud, so our friend asks what he's talking about. He makes up some bullshit (quickly and tell executed) about the song that's just been sung. He's in control now. He doesn't press the button for a while, he's figuring out the best time, some time when he knows I can't react.
I order drinks. It goes off. Fuuuuckinng *hell* that's intense. I was already wet from the anticipation, but now? Holy shit. My brain is fried. I order the drinks and sit back down. We're sad next to each other, he's building me up to orgasm and all we can do is hold eye contact and smile knowingly at each other. The egg stays on for most of the evening. When he turns it off, I'm too aroused and sexy that I can't do anything. Turning it off leaves me hanging, so every time he turns it off, he'll get a text message from me telling him that I want him and that he needs to turn it back on. The text messages that are sent between us are exquisite, hot, beautifully executed text messages that explain how much we want each other. I'm so turned on. My pants and probably my jeans are wet. He keeps changing the rhythm of the egg, I like the hard, fast ones as they get my G-spot just at the right pressure.


A couple of hours pass, and we're more drunk. Are we the only people in the whole room who are drunk? Yes. Do we think we're being subtle as we try to keep our hands off each other? Yes. Are we succeeding? No.


Salt goes to the toilet. I know he wants me to follow him, but I just started singing a duet. I beg one of our friends to take over, because I'm suddenly "desperate for the toilet" but he takes about a minute of convincing.  By this point, Salt has come out of the toilet and is hovering around outside, where there are chairs and magazines for if the karaoke scene is just too much for you. I get outside of the room. Shit. There's 5 or 6 men in suits, businessmen outside the room. They're drunk. One's asleep. I'm drunk. I care for about a second. "Where are you going, Spank?" Salt asks, sarcastically. "I'm going to the toilet, Salt, are you coming?". He looks at me, then at the businessmen, then back at me, and says no, with a half excited, half nervous look on his face. I walk up to the door, mumble something and hold it open for a second, before letting it go when I see him walking towards me, quickly. It's not like they haven't seen us. They have. I enjoyed it. I wanted them to know that this guy was about to get what he needed from me. I walk into the only cubicle. Salt follows. I'm locking the door and engaging in this hot, hard, deep, passionate kiss all at the same time but then it's done and I'm all his. He's pushed against the door whilst I kiss him with everything I feel for him. He runs his hands up and down the front of my jeans, he can feel the egg vibrating, he can sense how wet I am, he knows those moans that I'm making mean that I'm enjoying this more than ever before. I want him. There's little to say as I move my hands from in this hair to his belt. I can never undo it, even more so when I've drunk too much 8% alchopop. He helps, I unzip him. I don't need to get into his boxers to know how hard he is. We're still kissing as I run my hand over his incredible penis through his boxers. He moans. I know there's no more time to waste. The toilet lid is down, so I sit myself down and get to work on this hard, beautiful penis that I've been dying to have in my mouth since about 4pm when I left home. It's perfect. He's so hard and he's hardly been in my mouth yet. I think the thought of 6 important businessmen knowing that he's in here having the time of his life turned him right on. As well as the fact I was working my magic on his massive cock. Giving Salt this kind of pleasure whilst all of our friends and strangers where metres away was HOT. Nothing short of intense, thrilling and downright sexy. The sexual tension was being relieved by my mouth, exactly how it should be.
I moaned loudly with my mouth still around his cock as he came, hard and fast into my mouth. I swallowed, as ever, knowing that the taste would be there for the rest of the evening, knowing that I'd be wetter just for thinking about it. 


Zipping himself up, I kissed him, hard and passionately. I wanted my lips to linger on his lips, as well as his dick for hours. Who knows when we could do this again? He walked out ahead of me, I stayed and touched up my slightly smudged eye make up. Standing there at the mirror, realising the love egg was still making me wet, I decided that this couldn't be the end.


Walking back in, I knew they knew. One of my girlfriends through me a knowing smile, I laughed. I already had texts from Salt telling me how he thought that it was one of the hottest things ever. I smiled at them and replied telling him that I wanted him. I really wanted him. I tried to sing, drank more, but all I could think of was some naughty, fast, public sex. I had the bug now, I needed a bigger thrill. I needed him to take this egg out of me and put himself inside me. 


We left karaoke, said goodbye to the people leaving for the airport, and then there were three. It was 7am, I was drunk, Salt was drunk. I don't have any idea if our other friend was drunk but I tried, and I tried and I tried to get him to go away, get him to leave for just long enough to drag Salt away and have my way with him. Friend wasn't budging. Whether he knew what we wanted and was just being selfish or whether he was clueless, I'll never know. 


Salt handed me the remote, his hand touching mine and sending electricity through me. We hugged, and I got on the bus. We swapped very, very hot text messaged for the next hour or so. Ones which I read over for months because they'd get me so riled up and sexy. There was no time, obviously, to remove the egg. So it stayed there for the two hour journey, where I intermittently would turn it on, just to remember...

All aboard...

This is brief, but I really wanted to blog tonight, as it's a lazy Sunday.

I wanted to talk about my public transport fantasies. I like being on the train or bus alone so much because my brain goes absolutely everywhere, about every single person who is around me (or on my mind). I don't know what is is about trains, but they just get me going whilst I'm on them. What I should do is get some love ball things that I can pop in before my journey, that would really make it delightful.

Secretly, I want to have one of those silent encounters with someone on a train/plane.bus/at the gym. I remember the first ever erotic story that brought me to orgasm (it's not train related, but silent encounter related), it was in one of my Mum's magazines in the sex bit, of course and it was a whole page of this girl's confession that she'd cheated on her boyfriend at the gym; this guy came to sit next to her in the jacuzzi, there were other people in there too. She had spotted this gorgeous, gorgeous guy getting in, but chose to take no notice, because she was having a nice, relaxing weekend whilst her boyfriend was away on business (they'd been having a couple of problems). So she opens her eyes when she feels this man sit in the seat next to her, and just smiles at him and goes on relaxing with her eyes closed. About 2 minutes later, more people have got out of the jacuzzi and there's only those two and two or three others, when he runs his hand up her thigh under the water. The girl is shocked, but she wants him, so she opens her legs slightly, "he knew what I wanted". He ran his one hand down her back, stroking her back and top of her bum and the other hand slowly creeps up the inside of her thigh. He moves her swimming costume to one side and strokes her, gently. She's so turned that she cums within seconds, the water hiding her tremors of delight. He takes his hands away and gets out of the jacuzzi. She follows him to the male changing room where they fuck in a cubicle, all wet and sexy end sexy. She never knows his name or sees him again.
That story, for about a year when I was about 15, was the only thing that I thought about when I masturbated,. It's so hot. So naughty. *I* wanna have an encounter with a hot man in a jacuzzi/the gym. My gym here is always full of couples getting a bit inappropriate! Maybe it's the place to go for some naughtiness...

The After Party.

6am. Foreign country. Birthday party of a friend. Drunk. Really drunk. Me. Salt. A smaller-than-single bed and a desk. Here's how it went.

I'm dressed beautifully, FCUK, sequins and sexy, smoky make up. It was all for him, I'd really wanted him to come. I was going to make it worth his while. 

Before I'd even had a chance to fumble around and lock the door, I heard the words "Are you gonna have sex with me, Spank?" He'd used my actual name, instead of one of his nicknames, which he never does unless he means business. I quickly pulled my earrings out as he pushed my dress up and started to kiss me and he was pulling the dress over my head within seconds. There was, of course, my sexy, black lacy underwear underneath. I'd been waiting for this moment the whole night and I know he had. My tights and pants were pulled off as well as Salt got onto his knees, making my knees and the rest of my body tremble with his amazing, amazing tongue, I was so turned on. I was lying perfectly so that I was comfortable and so came quickly and it was fucking incredible. (I have a whole Salt going-down-on-me blog post for the future)

How had he stayed fully clothed for this long? I undid his belt and trousers. It was my turn now. He was very, very hard as he stood in front of me, cock at eye level. I think he'd been hard for the past couple of hours, in fact. There'd been no denying the sexual tension between us. Now, I know I say it a lot, but it's true, he's huge. So huge width wise that I cannot deepthroat him. Unless drunk. See why I love drunk sex? I knew where his beautiful, hard, enormous cock was going; was right down my throat. I adore giving head. I almost never want to stop giving head, and so being able to get all of that length into my mouth is an absolute pleasure. I also love those first few moments with my mouth around his cock, getting a feel for it, making it wet with my lips, making it as hard as it can be and enjoying the pre-cum. I'm not a tease and Salt didn't let me be. He knows what he wants, and so, grabbing my hair just how I like it, he lets me know, physically, that he needs me to deepthroat him. I oblige. Over and over and over again. After the first time it's easier and he can thrust in and out of my throat almost fluidly, and hold my head there for a couple of seconds when he wants to take in how it feels to have his whole shaft inside my mouth and throat. He gets harder and bigger by the second. As he moans 'oh my god', I moan too, this turns me on. Making him this hard is the biggest turn on for me. He feels me and I'm so wet, he makes me shudder and moan loudly as he runs his hands roughly over my wet clit, my lips still wrapped around his extremely hard cock. 

He let's go of my hair and I lift my head up, hand wrapped around his girth. He tells me to lean back. I know I'm in for an incredible fucking because I know how this boy can last when he's drunk. This could go on for hours and I want it to. I lie back on the bed. It's hard and uncomfortable for sleeping, but perfect (and I mean perfect) for getting fucked hard. We'd realised earlier, mid group conversation that he'd not brought the lube from his and I had none, but this didn't matter, I'd already cum once and was on the verge again, I was wet. I don't think there was a transition point after he entered me. Just hard, fast, deep fucking. There's no messing around when you know you've got porn star stamina. Legs and arms were all over the place, all over each other as I pushed my pelvis up for deeper, harder fucking. Fucking that you can't help but scream and moan out to, even if you have sleeping flatmates inches away on the other side of the wall, who cares? They should know. Everyone should be having sex like this. 
He keeps looking to the side of us with *that* look on his face. I told him before he arrived that he'd be fucking me on it, made me promise. I'd tidied the mess that usually consumed it so that I could just hop on and feel like his naughty secretary who was good for nothing but being fucked. 


"Get on the desk".


It's just the right height, width and sturdiness to sit on and have someone stand up and fuck you without worrying. My legs were out wide and I leant back so he could watch himself slide in and out of me whilst he plays with me, making me shake and moan louder, which I still didn't feel guilty about. He's moaning out profanities and my name over and over as he enjoys the view. The desk is banging against the wall now as I wrap my legs around his back and push him deeper inside of me. Don't stop. This feels mind-blowing. I move closer to the edge of the desk and Salt kisses me and bites down hard on my bottom lip and lingers there while he pulls my hair slightly, knowing that it gets me. Knowing that I'm going to loose it, scream and cum hard soon. I'm shaking whilst he's perfected his angle with my on the desk, my body is tensed up against his. He stops. 


"Back on the bed"


Sprawled, diagonally on my tiny bed, he lifts my legs up and starts slow. He's close but not too close, I know I've got an orgasm coming and with his thumb softly gliding over my clit, I'm there. Hardly catching my breath, Salt pounds into me faster and and harder than before I'm pretty much shouting, he's pretty much shouting, the bed is now banging against the wall and ourbodies are banging against one another. My hands are squeezing his shoulders and I can feel him getting super close and ready to explode inside of me. His whole body tenses up and he smiles and then shouts out. If the flatmates weren't already awake, they were now. There are whispers from him, but I don't think he can talk probably right now. He collapses next me to me on the bed, exhausted. I'm not surprised. Like I said, the boy's got stamina. 

Boutique Sex (part one)

Hotels, aren't they fantastic? They're gonna be my life one day but until then, I like staying in them at every given opportunity. I have high hotel standards. 
What do I like about them? I like the way they smell, the way every single one smells the same but different. Even if you go to a chain, like Hilton or Raddisson, it's different from city to city. Hotels are also made for sex. Every single hotel room in the world all 20 million of them have seen sex. If walls could talk. 


My first sexy hotel experience was when I was 17, with Paolo (he's not exotic, we're from the same town, but we'll call him that because of the song that reminds me of him). I was on a trip with my school and Paolo, my holiday romance (which started on the coach and lasted until I left for university a few months later) and I sneaked out late at night and found a dark corner of the hotel's basement corridor to get a little bit naughty in. I was hooked from then on. There was also some sluttyness that went down in a church that week, but that's for another day. 


Me and Salt have stayed in loads of hotels over the last couple of years. I guess it's been like our thing. It's what you get for being far away from each other, but it's so exciting! 


Late August, it's been six long weeks since we saw each other and I'm waiting in a lush boutique hotel, where we've stayed before, dressed in nothing but a dressing gown and some very underwear. Six weeks. It's the longest we've gone without seeing each other since we met and we've got three whole nights here, alone. The reconciliation was incredible, don't get me wrong, but it was the last night that was some of the best sex I've ever experienced. First there was dinner and a movie in our bedroom. Then the fun really began. 
I slipped off to the bathroom to put my new, beautiful babydoll for him and when I came out, he's blindfolded himself and he's just sitting here, waiting. I climb on top of him and he's more excited than I've ever seen him. His hands are all over me and when he can't take it any more and he takes his blindfold off he pushes me back to just look at me. I think that was the first time I felt truly desirable. I was wanted and I wanted him. The sex that followed was particular spectacular. We used the whole room (and it was a big room - we'd been upgraded). It lasted for what seemed like hours and I came what seem like a hundred times.
My blow jobs skills are, apparently, second to none and this is what this night was about - the perfect head. He wanted me so bad and I looked the part right now, so being down on my knees in front of him, next to a mirror so he could see what exactly how I was doing what I was doing was perfect. Like I've said, he's big, really big. So I really, really love having him in my mouth, it's almost a challenge every time. His back is against the door and my knees are slightly sore from the beautiful wooden floors, but that all went away once there was a rock hard dick in my mouth, covered in delicious lube, that I wanted more than anything else. Salt's got my hair and wrapped it around his hand, taking full control of my head, of me. He knows what he wants and it's something that's irresistible about him right now. I can look at him, looking at me, in the mirror. If I do say so myself, it's something to admire, the profile view of a blowjob. He's so hard. He's hard and he's moving my head exactly how he wants. My right hand and my mouth are working together while my nails on my left hand are sliding down his thighs, or clasped in his as he gets closer and closer to the edge. I'm moaning and he's moaning my name. He's moving my head faster. His cock is sliding in and out of my throat. He's throat fucking me and it's the most incredible feeling, I wish I could smile. I'm wet. I don't want him to stop pulling my hair because the pain along with his moans along with the feel of every inch of him on my tongue is getting me wetter. But he does stop and even then I know that this image will stay with me, but in a matter of seconds I'm on my back,on the bed, knees high in the air, bottom lip being bitten, getting fucked. 
After that incredible blow job, it's not very long before our marathon, last night of naughty hotel sex, sex session comes to an end and we're both more satisfied than ever. We collapse into the Egyptian cotton, fucked out and tired with nothing more than mumbles leaving our mouths.
This won't be the last time. 

Into the depths...

I always wanted this to be a blog about fantasy, but it's taken a while due to a ridiculously hectic couple of weeks.


It's been a very, very sexy couple of days (minus the sex). Yesterday morning in class, all I could think about was fucking. Spanking, in fact. Then it started...fantasy after fantasy after fantasy after fantasy. I couldn't stop. All day.


I have a variety of fantasies, wishes and sexy hopes all of which I want to touch on at some point, but for now let me tell you about my girl-on-girl fantasies.


There's no one particular girl I have in mind. None of my friends fit the bill for what I want, but I do want it. I want girl sex. I have to try it sometime soon because it's been in my head for a long, long time. I have no interest in a relationship with a girl...I'm a girl and being with someone like me just doesn't interest me, boys have that self knowledge, open, if-I-want-you-you'll-know-about it attitude that I don't think I'd ever get from a girl. But SEX, that's a whole different ball game.


My current, reoccurring fantasy involves a girl at work, who I've only said a few words to on a few occasions (there's hundreds of people who work where I do) but I know from overhearing her conversations that she's gay, but even before I knew for sure, the thoughts had entered my head. She's shorter than me with dark brown hair that's shiny, all the time. She wears these work trousers that are baggy on her legs, in a cool, flare-y kind of way that fit perfectly around her waist. She always does her shirt up to the top button, even though she doesn't have to, and she's always smiling. For the purposes of this, we'll call her Ginge (she's not ginger, I know).


So that's her and this is the situation that plays out in my mind when I'm walking home from work and she's on my mind:
It's Saturday night. It's 2.30, I start to walk home, as my flat is only five minutes away. She shouts to me and jogs up to me as I'm walking away. She's trying to find a taxi but we both know that she won't. There's small talk, and I regret the words "I only live across there, you can stay at mine until the morning, if you like?" as soon as they come out my mouth. The walk home goes very quickly, too quickly and we're thrown into the awkwardness that is my empty living room. I'm suddenly not so tired. She suggests the wine that she can see on the side. We drink, she picks a movie whilst I get changed. The film hasn't even started when she pours the last few drops of wine into my glass. I want her. We've not even discussed where she's going to sleep. The wine takes over and I take her bun down and run my fingers through her hair and tell her how I always think it's so pretty and shiny, and I'm jealous of it. Then her hands are in my hair and there's lips on mine. I can't help myself and I run my hand up her thigh. She doesn't protest. We're kissing and I'm undoing her trouser zip, I have no idea what I'm doing but I want to do it. There are no spoken words as she takes me out of my misery and pulls her trousers down past her bum and I pull them off for her. Her legs are so smooth and toned. I'm mesmerised and hardly realise that she's kissing my neck and has her hand up my top on my back. She lays me down on the duvet in our living room which is always kept on the floor as an extra seat and starts puts her hands down the front of my pants as she looks at me and keeps on kissing me. I can't and won't keep my hands off her, I'm so turned on and I know that the minute her fingers touch me, I'll be orgasming within seconds. I'm assertive and flip her on to her back, pull her underwear off and run my fingers slowly along her. She's wet. Really wet. I run my hands along her smooth, beautiful legs and finally, get to put my tongue on her. I'm nervous, but she's enjoying it. She's noisy and my name sounds sexy in her accent. She grabs my hair as my tongue gets faster around her clit. She's stopped shouting now and she's just breathing heavily and moaning slightly. I want to give her an incredible orgasm, I want to be good at going down on her. I grab her ass as she gets closer and closer. Her once relaxed legs are stiff and make perfect triangles either side of me. She's wet with my mouth and with her arousal. I flick my tongue quickly around the spot where it obviously does it for her. I know she's seconds away when her body starts jerking and I have to grip her ass tighter to keep my tongue in that magical spot. She grabs my arms and moans that she's cumming. I keep my mouth and tongue there whilst she shakes and screams. Once she has collapsed in a heap below me, I stand up, take her hand and lead her into my bedroom...

Pic via Elly's Expression