Lips

 To be continued…

*W  is for Whispers*

I heard a whisper in the night
a voice so low I had to strain
Melodic moments humming mindlessly
disregarding any rhyme…
or reason.

Hypnotizing
mesmerizing
Magically …

sinful.

I closed my eyes for a closer listen
and sssshhhed the world around me.

I swear I felt hands among my hips
and a breath so close I shivered.

But, still I stood in simple wonderment
at the whisper I heard in the night.

xoxo

O is for Orgasmically Oral

I DON’T know how long he must have laid there this morning waiting on me to turn to my belly, but he waited.  I felt the dip and give of the bed as he shifted his weight over me. He nestled his knees squarely aside my hips and leaned his fingertips into my flesh.  “Ssshhh,” he whispers.  I simply obey.  I keep my eyes closed as I imagine my skin dimple and dance under his smooth and strong hands.  I feel his cock twitch along the small of my back and his heavy morning testicles tease the top of my rump.  I can’t help but moan as my breath escapes me.

My muscles give as he heats them with his massage.  And my slit moistens as I feel his shaft glide along my back as he bends to my ear leaving a trial of soft morning kisses in his wake.  My skin blazes from his touches.

He works his thumbs in tiny circles while his fingers caress my sides.  One hand leaves me.  I gasp in disappointment as the chill of the air replaces it.  But, disappointment is short lived as he uses the escaped had to run up the back of my knee, thigh, before slipping into the wetness between them.  He brushes my now aching clit before sliding his thick cock deep inside causing my hips to rise from the bed to nestle into his groin.

His hands grip my hips to guide himself deeper into me.  He uses my own slick excitement to tease my puckering asshole.  His thumb pressing and teasing the taughtness before slipping inside adding increased pressure against his cock.  One hand rests firmly into the middle of my back forcing my hip bones flush with the sheets.  As his thrusts increase my own waves of orgasm scream out as my pussy pulsates against him.  And, with one final push burying himself to the hilt, his own explosion of release consumes him and fills me with his cum.

E is for Erotic!

 I watched her eat the ice cream.  Her petite fingers wrapped daintily around the sugar cone.  Her velvet tongued worked its way around the strawberry mound before dipping into the chocolate.  Tiny drips fell past perfectly painted fingertips.  My mouth watered as I watched her suck each finger clean, and my pussy clamped as He pulled her hand from her mouth.  One by one he slid her fingers into his mouth and across his silky tongue.  I chewed my lip as I felt his silk  and her velvet collide in ecstasy.  My body faught its will to stay in control, fighting the orgasm waiting to leap as I stole their moment as my own.

 C is for Cock Ring

  I love the feel of a hard cock grasped by a cock ring. The bulge and ripple of the veins as his excitement grows.  The leather stretching just enough and the silver snaps glistening with the lube.

I love the stretch my pussy makes to accommodate his thrusts.  The strap rubbing mercilessly on my clit.  The fullness is intoxicating, his moans addictive.  I love watching his balls tight in pleasure.

I love being on my knees as he fucks me.  My whole body is alive as I devour him one inch at a time.  My body trembling from the sparks igniting my sex.

I love being breathless and panting as my pussy clamps on his thick rod and covers him in cum just as he frees the leather cock ring and releases his seed deep inside me.

*B is for Burlesque*

The tiny Burlesque hall was quiet.  I knew that wouldn’t last long.  The butterflies in my stomach should have been noise enough to fill the tiny room, but instead you could only hear the muffled giggles coming from behind the closed dressing room door.

On first glance, I thought the room was empty.  The room was so dim.

My two new “co-workers” were sitting at the make-up table laughing in the candle light.  Watching them rub their show lotion each other caused me to freeze in sexual admiration.  Their skin glimmered like dew drops.  The air was heavy with sensuality.

“Our customers see us in dim light, in only makes sense to get ready by the light of the candle.”  She states matter-of-factly.

“Oh,” I mumbled.

“Lori, she’s shy.  It’s her first night.”  Kayde purred as she pushed her way from the vanity.

She traces her fingers down my cheek and asks, “What’s your name, gorgeous?”  “Lacy,” I say in almost a whisper.

“Let’s get you ready,” as she grabs my hand.  “WE go on third tonight.”

“We?”  I squeaked.  Wanting to sound confident and not the scared little girl I was, I restated more commanding, “We.”

“Yes, Darlin, WE.”

The jazzy music seeped all around me.  I couldn’t help but feel just a little hypnotized.  My body over-ruled my mind.  As Kayde rubbed my glistening lotion on and helped me with my pasties, I found myself surprisingly calm and overwhelmingly eager.  Kayde was tone and fit.  Her muscles defined yet feminine.  But, her hands.  They felt like silk caressing my skin.

“We’re ready,” She declares as she places our feather boas around our necks.  “Let’s make these boys cum in their pants.”

Tbe house band was playing Stray Cat Strut while we waited behind the curtain.  Kayde held my hand and insisted that I would be great.  I knew I had talent.  I’d been in dance since I was 2.  19 years my Daddy sat proudly during recitals and competitions.  He would kill me if he saw me now.  Garter belts and thigh highs.  Corsets and pasties.  Fairy dusted skin and feathers.  Damn, though, I felt fucking sexy!!

The band finished and dove right into our music.  We were to dance to a montage of Big Bad Voodoo Daddy.  As I parted the curtain, my feet froze as I saw the size of the crowd huddled into the small club.  I made a quick prayer that their wasn’t a fire!

The saxophone resonated throughout.  Kayde led the way and I feel into step instinctively.  I could smell sex in the air.  Testosterone mixed with perfume.  Pheromone overload.

The stage was small, but large enough for the two of as long as we kept moving.  The band was nestled in between the turns of the stage.  Our poles, three of them, were evenly spaced.  There were a few tables scattered in front of the stage.  The beautiful people were out tonight.

My smile genuine as I moved through the songs.  Kayde was beautiful to watch.  She moved so graceful and yet commanding.  The times when her hands touched my bare back or my leg, I momentarily lost myself in her spell.  Honestly, she made me feel divine.

It wasn’t until our fourth routine, and last, that I caught his eyes.  I could feel eyes on our skin the entire set, but I felt an unusual pull to the far left corner.  He was handsome, no doubt.  He had a drink in one hand but you could tell he’d been nursing it.  The ice was melted and looked quite dis-pleasurable.  It was the other hand that caught my attention.

He stroked his hard cock under the cocktail table.  He winked and smiled at me as he squeezed a pearl sized dot of pre cum from his impressive shaft.  I couldn’t help but watch him.  Fortunately the rest of my dance had me facing the crowd.  And it was then I finished my dance for him.

I moved seductively for him now.  I removed my corset exposing my soft breasts and aching hidden nipples.  As I unhooked my garters and Kayde rolled my hose slowly down, his hand picked up speed.  She rolled and removed each hose as I sat in a velvet and ivory inlaid chair. I sat trembling in the chair exposed to her and facing him.  She lays a soft kiss to the inside of my thigh as the lights dim, the curtain begins to lower, and the handsome stranger drips his cum from between his fingers.

The curtain down.  The lights still dim.  The crowd growls with appreciation.  Kayde lands one more kiss on the other thigh as she slides up from between my legs, her pasties scrapping my scorching skin.  She kisses the tip of my nose before helping me up from the chair.

“He likes you,” she says.

“Who likes me?”

“Our boss…”

Copulation. 

Rhino Horns. 

Erect Penis. 

Spanish Fly. 

Alcohol. 

Lower my inhibitions.

Cover me with chocolate.

Oysters slide down my throat like the seed from your dripping cock.

Ground those herbs, intoxicate me.

Massage my mind, tickle my libido.

Tie me, chase me,

Love me,

Fuck me.