What is Sex?

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To you, I mean. What does it mean for you?

For some it is as simple as an animal driven desire, an urge that needs to be filled, an itch to scratch. To others it’s a connection, a way to show love for the person they are with. What does sex mean to me? Well, it means a lot of things. But I’m a complicated girl. Sex is a pleasure, something I enjoy and depending the circumstance it can mean many a thing. With a partner sex has many roles for me; a way to be close to them, a connection between the two of us, fulfilling a desire they give me.

Then there is sexual tension lust filled pure fucking, the type you have with someone who sets a fire burning deep in your stomach that creeps between your thighs as you look at them, but you know it is purely a sex based thing for you, not the base of a relationship. The type of sex that leaves you sated, aching and breathless. I’m not saying you can;t get the same sex in a relationship but this type just feels different. Some people use sex as a way of being “liked”. They feel that as a person they have nothing to offer but in the bedroom.

Others use it as a reward, or a weapon. Sex is a weird thing really. But so enjoyable. It is such as expansive thing, and there is always new ways and techniques you can learn, but to me there is one key point. It should always be enjoyed, never feared. Is there such a thing as bad sex? Oh, hell yes! Do I regret the bad sex? No, it taught me to be more particular, to be vocal and when the guy is going hell for leather but missing the spot, I learnt to kick them off and finish myself off, but that is another story for another day…


What’s your role

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So, I was all set to write a blog about my desire for Wax play when I was asked again to be a Domme last night. It seems a few people see me in this kind of role and it got me thinking, are we as we seem or are labels handed out in the kink world and world of sex far too easily?

I’m often told I would make a great Dominatrix, because of how I look. People Picture me in latex and fuck me shoes, welding a whip and barking at subs or slaves, telling them how good or bad they are. Honestly? I’m not a Domme, I’m not a true Sub either. Does this make me a switch? I considered this too. My head reeled with labels after this. Am I a sadist, as I like to degrade or get pleasure from certain aspects of degrading during sex? No. Am I a masochist as I like being controlled with some pain and such? Again, I don’t think so. There are so many boxes and labels people use these days, it’s easy to wonder if and where you really fit in an erotic/kink/fetish kind of world. It was such thoughts actually, that made me pull away from many outlets and groups of wonderful people last year. I started to consider that if I was none of the “usual labels” then maybe it meant I was trying to be where I didn’t belong, where I wasn’t welcomed. So who am I? I guess I’m a little of most labels rolled into one.
I’m an exhibitionist; I love people getting pleasure from pictures of me.
I’m a switch; giving and receiving pleasure and pain are major things for me. Tie me down and spank me or let me leave you with marks and signs of me desire, either way I’m happy.
I’m Curious; suggest things to me, plant seeds in my mind and let them grow.
Overall, I’m just filth. But we knew that anyway..

Whatever you do, don’t try and box me.. Unless it’s a fantasy of mine of course


Fifty Shades review…

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Today let’s do something different on here. Let’s review the latest phenomenon…

Unless you have been on the moon; in a coma or just oblivious to everything in the world, it has been near impossible to miss the latest big hit in the literacy world. They hit the shelves, the e- books and everything in between in a flurry of dark covers, embraced with grey/silver images.  I am of course, talking about E.L.James’ Fifty shades trilogy.  The reaction was overwhelming; women everywhere seemed to love the “clit lit”, the erotica that involved a little added extra from your typical Mills & Boons. Honestly, I had no desire to read them. When it comes to hype, I go the opposite way. Can you keep a secret? I avoided Titanic for a decade. I don’t like mass hype over something, as more often than not it won’t live up to it. There are exceptions to the rules mind, but I knew deep down, these books wouldn’t be an exception. The whole inspiration for these books is the Twilight saga. This instantly made me groan inwardly. I’ll admit I’ve read 3 ½ (yes a half, my book fell apart) of the twilight saga, and for what it was I didn’t mind it. But, it should have been left there. See, when you write fan fiction, the likes of fifty shades is born.
Fifty shades came crashing in as a top seller the day they were released. Housewives and frustrated women everywhere were clamouring over one another to read these books. I really had no interest in them whatsoever. As I said, I’m not a fan of hype.  Yet, the more great reviews it got, made me wonder why. Then likeminded friends started reading it, and in my eyes, the real reviews came around. I still was unsure; the mixed reviews were making me uncertain as to whether I wanted to taint my mind with this trilogy. So, why did I? For a few reasons; One, I was asked by various friends and such, to read it and give my honest opinion, which is what this here review is all about. Two, I had to know, are they that empowering? Did they really open the eyes to Kink? And three, I’m a glutton for punishment, I really am. So, a friend gives them to me, all ready for my kindle.  I tell myself they can’t be that bad, surely..
Fifty shades of Grey, is the story in which soon to be college graduate, Anastasia Steele, has a chance meeting with the all rich, powerful and much desired after bachelor, Christian Grey, when she has to step in for a friend to do an interview for a college paper.  Her first impression is set as she falls into his office. Little does she know, the moment she stumbled on to his floor, he wanted her in his world. The story progresses through their relationship from her losing her virginity to him, Christian wanting to dominate her and as time goes on, so much more. Not too bad, right? Wrong! Why? Not because of the basic idea, to me that has potential. My issues run a lot deeper.
Let’s start with Ana;
  • ·         No one that self-loathing and simpering could get a super-hot boyfriend, let alone a rich and handsome Dom.
  • ·         The constant crying, I mean, really?! Is there anything she doesn;t suddenly start sobbing over. His beauty, his pain. His palm..
  • ·         The way she is portrayed as a whole. To me, that is not a heroine, it is a guide to how NOT to be.
Do I have faults with Christian? Hmm..
  • ·         For a Dom he is very paranoid.  I agree with caring for your sub, but not hacking into her personal details and accounts.
  • ·         Care for your sub, lavish her with gifts, but even a sub needs privacy and personal space.
  • ·         The whole being damaged thing, leading to being a Dom felt so clichéd. Most Dom’s I know aren’t damaged. It put me off a touch. Try and be original…
Then we touch on the dialogue. I say dialogue in the loosest term possible. “Stop biting your lip” was often followed with “you know what it does to me”. I used to be an innocent lip biter when deep in thought, now I find myself doing it and grumble. Along with the constant input from her “inner goddess” and her highly opinionated “subconscious” I found it easy to loathe Ana, which I’m sure many others love. She lacks so much, including any personality, and it has made me consider how I like to find women in such writings. Women, as sexual beings, are beautiful strong creatures; this just robbed her of all dignity and left us with little more than a constantly crying, petulant brat.  Not the feisty kind of woman, you would willingly spank as she has a tendency to purposefully disobey. Ana had one. It was just buried in snot and tears. The way Christian often seemed to speak down to her annoyed me too. Yes, she was a young woman, but not a simpleton. A man talks to me like I’m slightly special, and I walk away.
I have to confess the choice of words used in the trilogy made me groan. Women have a clit. This word was used. Women have a vagina. This often referred to by many handles; a cunt, fanny, pussy, yes even a vagina. But constantly calling it “my sex”. Seriously?! I laughed the first time. This isn’t a term I would ever expect in such writing.  It’s as if mentioning the word “vagina” would cause Ms James to blush! Call it what it is dear, you have mentioned “kinky fuckery” calling a cunt a cunt, isn’t really going to cause any added blushing. In general I found much of the language lazy, so much was constantly repeated and at times I was wondering if I had gone backwards, not forwards in the books. Overall the whole trilogy felt clumsy. There was no smooth flow between scenes, one minute Ana would be about to fuck Christian, then literally the next line would be about her drinking coffee in a meeting. Total mind fuckery, I tell ya! Finish the scene, make it flow then start the next scene  with another chapter!
My overall opinion is that this was a story with potential that was so poorly executed. Obviously, I’m in the minority with this thought, as E.L.James is worth about £4mill, which for stories based on her love of the relationship of Edward and Bella in Twilight, is good going. Good luck to her, and her varied success but my final word of advice. If you want to read REAL erotica, go for something like “women on top” by Nancy Friday. Try the wonderful words from “Girl with a one track mind”, but please don’t come and tell me that the fifty shades books are amazing, modern day erotica, when to me they are little more than a tittering girl wishing to play with a tie and some whips..
Now please excuse me whilst I fill my mind with real erotica. And maybe some delicious, deep, dirty smut..


Good Vibrations

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Handing my coat over to the guy in the cloakroom, I gave myself the once over in the mirrored door. Dark shoulder length hair curling round my shoulders, porcelain skin set off with smoky eye make-up and blood red lips; plunging vest top clinging to the swell of my breasts, showing off the curves of my waist and hips, finished with denim mini and fishnets to highlight my long slender legs. Yep, tonight I was certainly dressed to kill. I turned to my friend and smiled as she walked towards me, equally as striking with her height.

“Bar!” she announced, and we giggled as we went up the stairs in search for the first drink of the night. Even though it was freezing outside, we both dressed to show off our best features. Her tall slender frame caught many eyes, and my leggy curvaceous one, attracted many more. Walking towards the bar, you couldn’t help but notice people watching us.
“Two ciders, please” I asked, pulling my purse out.
Both bar staff fell over themselves to help us girls, and I giggled softly. It was going to be a good night….
I have to admit, I absolutely love going to smaller venue gigs. As much as I like major events as places like Wembley, the darker- more intimate ones, suit me so much more as huge crowds are really not my thing. As we entered the main room I felt my senses come alive, the buzz of excitement from the waiting fans, the beautiful room lit softly with lights dimmed.  I giggled with Ana and we raised our glasses.
“To an amazing night!” she said.
“Cheers!!” I yelled as the warm up band started. Bodies started closing in around us as the music got going, and I was in my element, dancing and just enjoying myself. We giggled and flirted with those around us, the drinks never seeming to end.
I walked off to freshen up and get another round in, accidentally walking into the guy behind me.
“Oops, Sorry” I giggled.
By now, I was starting to feel the warm fuzziness that comes with drinking quickly.
“You OK?” He asked, smiling.
I was fixated at that moment in time. This wonderful, devilish smile was aimed at me. I moved my eyes upwards, being drawn into the most beautiful chocolate eyes which instantly made me weak at the knees. He must have been about 6ft 4… slender but not skinny, dressed in a casual shirt and t shirt, sleeves rolled up revealing a gorgeous array of tattoos. Seriously, if there is one thing to get me wet, it’s beautiful tattoos. I don’t mean football ones and such, I mean genuine artwork.
“Yeah! Sorry, tipsy” I replied after a moment, stroking his arm and making my way to the bar.
I hoped to find him where I left him when I got back.
I went to the bathroom and touched up the make-up, giving myself a once over. My face was a little more flushed, but apart from that, all looked good. Tousling my hair, I walked out and headed to the bar.
“Back again?” smiled the barman. I caught his grin and bit my lip.
“Yup. Two more ciders!” I said
“Make that three…” came a voice from behind me. I turned and was greeted to a gentle hint of aftershave and a checked shirt.
“Thank you.. You don’t have too you know” I responded.
“It’s fine, I’m sure you can make it up to me” he responded, winking cheekily.
My mind went into overdrive, causing me to blush. There were many things I could think of to make it up to him, but most were not possible in public…
I kissed his cheek and grabbed my drinks, leading the way back through the crowd.

“There you are! I sent someone to find you as you had been gone so long” Ana said to me, winking and kissing me as she took her drink.
“So I saw! He even bought our round…”  I replied bumping her with my hip.
Cheeky mare….
Ana kissed his cheek and thanked him. We giggled and joke until the second support act got going. He pressed up against my back a people moved forward again. I felt my heart beat faster and a warm sensation spread between my thighs. I softly shuddered as his breath brushed the back of my neck and a gentle moan escaped my lips.
“Cold?” he asked, his lips brushing my ear as he asked.
I felt my knees weaken, but mentally shook it off.
“Nope, random shiver” I replied, pressing against him.
“I was going to offer to warm you..”  He teasingly said, before nipping my neck.
I moaned again and reached behind, squeezing his thigh. Feeling how toned his legs were almost pushed me over the edge. I love toned thighs and defined arms, for me these two features are the ultimate turn on. I arched my back and felt his fingers dance across my hips, before pulling me tighter against him. The dampness grew and was spreading, I could feel my knickers slowly getting wetter so decided I wasn’t going to be the only one suffering. The support band soon had the crowd dancing and singing along,  my body caressing his as I began to dance too. He gripped my hips tighter and I felt a moan rumble through his chest.
“You fucking tease..!” His voice rippled through me, as he growled those words in my ear.  Now, to me this is fighting talk, a challenge of sorts.
“I’ve only just begun…” I answered, grinding harder against his growing hard on, feeling it press against my bum. I shimmied and pressed harder; giggling playfully as I could feel his cock getting harder by the moment, poor man was starting to really suffer.
He growled softly, then I felt his hand snaking its way under my skirt. Instantly I was soaked, the thought he was about to discover how turned on I was, caused my pussy to throb. He danced his fingers up the back of my thighs and squeezed my bum, groaning as he did so.  Slipping his hand between my thighs, he rubbed my clit through my tights and panties.
“You dirty bitch, you’re soaking” He said.
“I know.. It’s yo…” That’s as far as I got when using one hand, he ripped the crotch of my tights apart, pushing my soaked shorts aside and plunging 2 thick fingers inside me.
I felt my knees buckle, and if he hadn’t been holding me up, I would have hit the floor. My breath came out in gasps as he flicked my clit with his thumb, before easing his hand out slowly and licking his fingers clean.
“Mmm, sweet little pussy you have.” He said, as I caught my breath. I blushed and kissed him, tasting myself on his lips.

“Whose round is it?” Ana asked, as the support band ended and everyone clapped and cheered. Talk about a close shave.
“Yours, same again” I replied as I carefully checked my skirt was covering all it needed to.  Her face looked flushed from the dancing, so I felt confident no one knew the real reason my cheeks were full of colour.
I turned to face him, and he slipped a finger under my chin, forcing me to look up at him. He kissed me roughly, biting my lip.
“Let’s call that a taster” he said as he pinched my nipple through my top, as Ana made her way back towards us. I felt his pocket vibrate against my pussy and as he pulled his phone out, he teased my clit, making me knees go again. I was at his mercy, and he knew it.
Ana and I giggled and talked for a moment, as he turned to answer his phone. I took the moment to catch my breath. My whole body was pulsating and throbbing.
The band started, and the heavy bass guitar vibrated through me, causing my pinched nipple and throbbing clit to go into overdrive. My body was begging to be touched, making it hard to focus on the band. I bit my lip and tried to get back into the gig, but feeling his fingers dance along the top of my skirt and occasionally reaching under to grope me, made it hard. Suddenly, he pulled his hand out from between my thighs.
“About time!” I heard him yell above the music. Ana and I turned to see what was going on. There, beside him was a gorgeous man, sporting a familiar devilish smile.
“Meet my brother…” He said. Ana’s face lit up, realising I wasn’t going to be moving from my spot, she grabbed his hand and headed further towards the front. Slowly, I turned and kissed him hungrily as he pinned me to the wall behind him. I moaned as he is teeth found my neck then my nipple, the crowd too engrossed in the band to pay any attention. Using both his hands, he ripped my tights further, accidentally ripping my lace shorts too. My clit throbbed and pulsed as he flicked it with his thumb, causing me to moan and bite his neck. Removing his hand, he slipped his fingers in my mouth and smiled, seeing the intense pleasure in my eyes. Leaning against the wall, he undid his jeans as he stood me in front of him, making sure I faced away. Pulling the remainder of my shorts out the way, he slipped into me from behind, as slowly as he could. Inch by inch, his thick cock filled me til I felt his balls rest against me. I breathed out slowly, fuck, he had a gorgeously thick and long cock. I moaned gently as he slowly eased me up and down, gripping my hips and controlling me. I reached behind and gently cupped and squeezed his balls. Following the intensity of the song, he started to speed up, his balls slapping against my arse, making me moan loudly, using the sound of the fans singing to drown out the sound.  Wrapping a hand in my hair; he pulled my head back, and bit my neck.  I could sense an orgasm coming, and dug my nails into his thighs. Laughing softly, he pulled out and patted my arse as he pulled my clothes back into place. I whimpered and turned to face him.  He pulled me in by my waist and kissed me.
“Want a drink?” He asked as I sensed we had company.
“My round!” said his brother, as the two boys headed to the bar.  Ana and I headed to the bathroom. I needed to remove the remainder of my tights and shorts as I was worried they were noticeable under my skirt.
“You’re glowing” Ana said playfully as I washed my hands in the bathroom. I giggled and fixed my hair.
“So are you” I responded, noticing teeth marks on her neck. Looks like I wasn’t the only one getting more than a healthy flush from the dancing. After making sure we looked presentable, we headed back out, following the heat from the crowds, and the deep sensual voice of the lead singer. I felt my body tingle as I saw him standing there, waiting for me with a drink in hand.  I took a huge mouthful before kissing him and turning back to the band. With his arm wrapped around my waist, we danced, grinding against one another.
“I can’t take this much longer” he said, taking my hand and leading me upstairs.
“I thought this area was off limits..”

He took a key and opened up the VIP area. I realised we had the perfect view and no distractions. I felt my pussy throb with this thought and pushed him against the door. Dropping to my knees, I ripped open his button fly, smelling the sex of us on his raging cock. I playfully licked the tip, tasting my own juices mixing with his pre-cum, adding sweetness to the salty taste. The lights from the set made his cock gleam, inviting me to suck it. Licking from the base to the tip, I heard him groan as I wrapped my lips round the shaft, holding what I couldn’t fit in my mouth, in my hand. Sucking hungrily, I felt his fingers twist in my hair as his cock twitched. Slowly I took as much of him into my mouth as I could manage, feeling myself choke slightly, as his cock started to hit the base of my throat. I gagged, knowing there was no way all 9 inches was going to fit in my mouth. I eased back slowly and sucked for a moment longer, before standing and wiping my mouth with a finger.
I had just reached standing height when he pushed me again the railing, forcing my skirt over my hips. Bending me so I was leaning slightly over them, he buried his face in my pussy from behind. I screamed out, his teeth nipping my clit as he buried his fingers deep inside me. Holding on to the railing, I tried to keep my balance and his tongue followed his fingers, lapping away at me.  I felt an orgasm building, and felt my knees weaken. He gripped my hips tightly and fucked me with his tongue, until I shook violently, falling onto his face as I came in his mouth.  Biting my bum, he laughed and stood, turning me to kiss me. My mouth was flooded with the taste of my own pussy.
“Fuck me…. Please!” I begged. He peeled my vest top and bra away from my sweating skin, licking and sucking my nipples, biting one, then the other. I cried out in pleasure.
“Right. Now?” He asked, kisses breaking up the sentence. I realised he has walked me back against the wall. Pinning my hands above my head in one hand, he grasped my hip with the other and thrust hard into me, ripping a moan of pleasure out of me, stretching my pussy with each movement. I wrapped one leg around him, pulling him in, feeling his hips buck hard, as he drove himself into me, biting and nipping at my neck as he did so. I struggled against his restraints, and he let go, grabbing my bum and lifting me, changing the angle and causing his cock to bounce off my g spot. Pleasure ripped through me and I came violently, nails dug into his back, biting his lip and wrapping my legs round him briefly, hanging on whilst the orgasm worked its way from tip to toe. I loosened my legs and kissed his lips, realising I had broken the skin slightly.  Growling softly, he slipped out and led me back to the balcony. The band were heading back for their encore. And so was I…

Forcing me to bend over the rails again, he wrapped a hand back in my curls and pulled me roughly back on to his cock, using my hair to control me. Grabbing my hip again he slammed into me, his balls slapping against me, as he moaned loudly, slapping my arse once, hard. I gasped and slammed back against him. I felt his cock twitching, and knew what was coming. Gripping the rail, I felt another orgasm build, my pussy clenching around him.  He ran his hand across my bum one last time, gripped my hips and exploded. I screamed out loudly, drowned out by the cheering of the fans as the band finished up. He eased out of me and pushed me to my knees. His shaft was glistening from my juices coating him, cum still oozing out of his helmet. Looking him in the eyes, I licked and sucked til he was clean, and all I could taste was the two of us in my mouth. Pulling my skirt into place and making sure my breasts were back in my bra, I kissed him.
“Do I get to see you again?” He asked, kissing me.
“I’m sure I’ll be back to see another band soon..” I playfully respond as I handed him my number, before walking off to find Ana.
“Thanks for suggesting tonight” I say as I find her.
Heading towards the taxi I became aware of the cum dribbling down my thigh as my phone vibrated, telling me I had a message.
It was certainly a gig I wasn’t going to forget in a hurry..



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This is the first story I ever wrote that is pure erotica… please be gentle with me ::winks::

Pulling her phone out her bag she checked the time. 22:15. She was early, as always, the others weren’t due out for another fifteen minutes.
“Time for a smoke…” she thought to herself, digging her trusty cigarettes out her bag and ferreting for her lighter. A flame appeared in front of her. She recognised the scent anywhere. He always made her pulse race, even though he shouldn’t. She was in a relationship. He was her vice…
“You’re early” she said, lighting her cigarette, before tiptoeing to hug him.
“I thought you probably would be, so didn’t want you standing around waiting alone” He kissed her neck gently, making her shudder, warmth building between her thighs.
She studied him as they smoked and talked. His tall, broad stature with a strong back. Long slender fingers that drove her mad with desire, imagining them buried deep inside her. His lips, so soft, kissable. Absent-mindedly, she shuddered at the memory of him kissing her, biting her lip playfully.
“Cold?” he asked
“No, just random shiver. Fancy a drink?”

She walked into the pub. The others would be here soon and she wanted to calm herself.
“So, what’s your poison tonight?” He asked as they stood at the bar, his hand gently on her back, almost in a possessive way, telling the other men who were looking that she was out of bounds.
“I’ll have my usual. Plus a shot.”
He ordered. A cider for her, beer for him and 2 Jäegerbombs.
“Cheers…” she said, before slamming the bomb back. The alcohol hit her hard, warming her throat and relaxing her. Maybe she’ll be able to avoid temptation tonight… maybe.
The others turned up, and they found a table. Undoing her coat, she was aware of his eyes on her, waiting to see what was underneath this time. She had dressed carefully, sexy but subtle, so the others wouldn’t be overly aware. Knowing her legs and breasts were her best features, she always highlighted them and tonight, she had done the job. A knee length jumper dress over a simple vest top that showed the curve of her full breasts and black lace tights with wedged shoes. Her legs were toned and long, tights drawing the eyes down. She saw him smile, and caught his eye. This was going to be a fun evening.
The drinks and laughter flowed. She loved nights out with this group of friends. The conversations were open and fun, laughter was constant as was the flirting.
“Cigarette?” he asked her when the others came back in from smoking.

Leading the way, she felt his eyes undressing her. The warmth in her groin grew, her clit throbbing, and moisture increasing.
He lit her cigarette, leaning in to whisper in her ear
“You’re not going home tonight.”
She shuddered again, her lace shorts getting wetter by the minute. He pressed his body to hers, pinning her to the wall she was leaning on. Nibbling her lip, his hand slip up her thigh, causing a moan to escape.
“I was hoping you were going to say that. It’s been too long” He kissed her hard and pinched her clit making her gasp in response.
He licked his finger, and walked back into the bar.
Tease… she thought as she straightened her dress and followed.
The next few hours went by in a blur of stolen kisses and stroking under the table, teasing each other. The alcohol lowered her inhibitions as the night went on, and she was less bothered by the looks and smiles her friend gave her when watching her and her desire together. They bounced off each other, laughing and joking easily. It felt good. His hand sliding up inside her thigh again, rubbing her through her tights and shorts. She gripped his thigh, running her thumb across his hard on, straining against his trousers. Glancing at the clock, she got excited. Everyone will be heading home soon..
She would be heading to a hotel.
He whispered in her ear how much she was turning him on and that he hoped she was ready for him.
“I really am..” she replied, squeezing his cock and biting his

The next hour flew by as she danced and teased him, laughing with her good friends. They stumbled out the bar/club they had ventured into and they said their goodbyes to the others who were walking home. He took her hand and they walked down the back street, heading to the hotel nearby. She led him down a dark quiet alley and pressed him to the wall, releasing his straining cock from his trousers. Caressing it, she kissed him firmly, before crouching, and hungrily taking him into her mouth. He moaned loudly and wrapped his hand in her hair, forcing her to take as much of him into her mouth as she could. She forgot how big he was, as the tip forced its way into her throat. She gagged gently, before she deep throated him, making him moan once more. Kissing the tip, she stood up and dressed him again. She needed him. Now.

They got to the hotel, and quickly booked a room. Her shorts were drenched and she felt her legs getting wobbly from anticipation.
She had barely gotten her coat off when he pushed her to the bed. Removing her shoes, he kissed his way up her slender legs, draping them over his broad shoulders. She sighed happily as he gripped her tights and shorts, removing them in a quick movement, exposing her moist pussy to the cool breeze. Running a finger across her clit, causing her to shudder he stood before her pulling her to stand up. She grabbed the hem of his top, pulling it off over his head and ran her tongue down his chest. She loved the feel of his bare skin against her lips. He moaned softly, hands gripping her hair guiding her to her knees. She ran her hands over his arse, and round to the fastening on his jeans, slowly undoing his belt then the flies and button before pushing them to the floor. His boxers could barely contain the straining hard on pressing against them. She kissed the outline of his cock through the thin material causing him to growl.
“I could stop..” she said, backing away playfully
“No!” came a sharp reply, his voice husky with wanton lust.
Pulling his boxers down, she freed his perfect erection, kissing the tip and raking her nails over his exposed balls. His knees buckled slightly from the sensation and she paused, pushing him onto the bed so he was sitting upright on the edge. Slowly she ran her pierced tongue over the underneath of his raging cock, the tongue stud adding a little more pressure as she did so. He gripped her hair tighter, as she licked and kissed his balls, before working her way back to the tip. Holding total eye contact, so she could see the effect it had, she slowly wrapped her lips around his penis, warm breath causing him to shudder, before taking him into her mouth, inch by inch until she felt him hit the back of her throat causing her to gag softly. Building up a rhythm, so used one hand to stroke the bottom of the shaft, whilst licking and sucking, the whole time stroking the perineum and caressing his balls. His grip tightened and she knew he was trying not to cum then and there into her mouth. Slowly, she eased his cock out of her mouth, and looked and it glistening. It was an amazing sight and one that made her instantly drenched. Pushing him so he was laying on the bed, she straddled him and nibbled his ear, her drenched clit meeting his hard on. Shuddering with pleasure, he slowly eased her onto him, gripping her hips to control how fast he entered her. Now it was his turn to do the teasing. Sitting up, he kisses her breasts and up to her neck, licking along her collarbone to the spot just behind her ear, knowing this is her weakness, causing her to slam down onto him, moaning loudly as she does so. Kissing her deeply, he bites her lip and grips her arse tightly, the lust taking over as he bounces her up and down his cock fast and hard. She digs her nails into his shoulder, hair covering both their faces as the feeling of his shaft burying into her takes over her, making her moan louder with each move. Finally, the hours of teasing and playing have become too much, her moistness making his cock slick, her clitoris pulsing, breath panting and body grinding against him. Feeling her tighten around him, he knows she is on the verge of an almighty orgasm, she moves so she is literally sitting is his lap, wrapping her legs around his waist, hands raking over his shoulders and the sweet release of an orgasm shakes her all over. Gasping, she smiles. Knowing this is the beginning of a long night.

“On your back, Now” He says nibbling her neck. It’s a rare thing for her to oblige demands, but tonight she knows she is not the one in control. He is her poison, he makes her weak and he knows it.
Helping her off him, he pauses, taking her nipples into his mouth, one at a time, kissing and biting them each. Her orgasm has made her nerves even more alert and she shudders with pleasure once again. Laying back, she closes her eyes a moment, before they fly open as he sucks her clit and pulls it between his teeth.
“Now who’s the tease?” she asks breathlessly.
He doesn’t answer his hot breath against her clit as he laughs in response. Slowly, he licks a finger and pushes it between the lips of her soaking wet pussy, causing her to arch her back slightly in response. He pushes in another, and fucks her slowly with them as he licks and sucks on her clit, causing her to writhe and moan, gripping the bedding. He inserts a third finger, increasing the tempo of his movements, thrusting hard and fast, his hand pushing again her groin, biting her clit a little harder as he does so. He knows she is at his mercy but tonight, tonight he wants to leave her wanting more. He slips his hand out and slips his fingers into her mouth, cock twitching as she hungrily licks and sucks his fingers clean. He kisses her deeply, the taste of her pussy on her tongue and his, making him want her more. He grips her knees and pushes her legs over his shoulders, kisses her ankles and slams into her full force. She cries out and slams her hands into the headboard of the bed, as if to brace herself for what is to come. His cock hardens even more and he grips her hips, giving him the momentum he desires to bring her to the edge once again. She screams out in pleasure and barely has time to catch her breath before he throws her over onto her knees, knowing he hasn’t got long before he’s going to explode himself. Doggy style always feels great for him, and little does he know, it’s her favourite position to. She spreads her legs and he kisses her pussy one last time, almost as if for luck. Crawling up behind her he slowly eases into her, before grabbing her hair and pulling her head back, dominating her slightly as he slams into her, his balls slapping against her clit, her breath getting heavier. He growls deeply, feeling his cock begin to twitch,  “fuck it” he thought. He was going to cum inside her. Remind her who is really in control here. He pulls her up so she is pressed against his back and wraps an arm around her neck, making it slightly harder to breathe but pushing her completely over the edge. She shudders violently, muscles contracting around his cock. He growls, bites her neck and explodes, his cum filling her fast. Kissing her shoulder he pulls out as she falls onto her elbows, his cum dribbles slowly out of her pussy and down her thigh.
Slowly, she rolls onto her back and gazes at him, as he drinks a glass of water. She reaches for it and he hands it to her.
“So…what’s your poison tonight?” he asks huskily.
She giggles, takes a mouthful of water and straddles him
“You…” she replies… slowly heading down his chest
“Definitely you”


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