Butterflies and Firecrackers

I stripped my grungy scrubs from my weary body.  My body aches in a way that is new to me.  My day had been grueling and long…sweaty and intense.  As I patiently cared for my critically ill patients, my core is being physically exhausted, leaving only a mental vividness of my lover’s arms.

My ceil blue tendered uniform lays crumpled at the foot of my full length mirror.  I inspect the curves of my body…the feel of my hips…the supple curve of my breasts.  The tiny barbells protrude from my areola posing pressure on my nipples.  I am aware of the sensation as I bend down to peel my panties off.

I hear my lover coming in, slowly closing the door. I hear the thud of his shoes hit the closet with a thump.  His keys tossed into the sharp mahogany valet.

My pussy moistens…

I long for the feel of his manhood next to me…his lips tantalizing mine.

I hear the creak of his leather chair resonate up the empty stairwell…the same emptiness my heart felt after being away all day.  I want to wrap my tan legs around him and trap his cock next to mine.

…And that is what I am going to do!

My butterfly lies helplessly in the floor.  Its wings helplessly void of vibration.

I pick up the thin black straps and gingerly step into them.  Securely positioning my hip bones to be the handle to keep my fluttering friend in place, I retrieve the remote. 

Ummmmmm…..batteries are good as a vibrating chill runs up my spine.

Easing my way down the stairs with my breasts naked and only my butterfly hiding my sweet spot, I feel as if I am dancing to my lover’s seat.  His head turns as my body infiltrates his peripheral vision.  A smile covers his face.  My desires evident as lust flickers in my eyes.

I waste no time as I climb on top of him blocking his  computer screen.  My legs interlock. As his mind comprehends the spontaneity of this moment, I slowly kiss him.  Leaving no questions of my devilish needs for him, my hips begin a soft tango.  My juices lubricate my delicate purple friend that separates my sex from his building bulge.

Ohhhhh, I can feel that cock harden.  My body begins to scream for more.

With a free hand, I turn on the vibrating body.  My love button responds and swells and the butterfly sends rivets of electricity through me.  His chair aids in the gentle rocking motion my weight creates.  As he sits in awe, I rock on his cock until my butterfly is flying on its highest speed.  His hands are secured on the hand rests by the gentle restraints of my own.  My breasts hang hungrily just within reach.

And I cum.

A thunderous clap echoes my soul and juices explode filling the emptiness of the day.  My body trembles.  I sit upon his lap as waves of victory wash my body over…and over….and over.

I watched her snuggled in the bed.  I feared her night had been restless.  Her covers were crumpled at her feet and her nightie was bunched at her waist.  The light pink fabric seemed more vibrant on her then when I saw it laid out on the bed.  Her deep tan made the color dance and tickle her delicious flesh as the fan circulated overhead.

The night’s thunderous skies had cleared to brilliant sunshine.

A tiny curl bounced around her freckled cheek.  If it wasn’t for fear of waking her, I’d tuck it behind her ear.

She stretches and sleepily moans.  Her nightie rises giving me precious view of her bare pussy.  I can still smell the faint scent from her lotion she deliciously applied after her bath last night.  I close my eyes remembering her long fingers working over her feet and calves thoroughly rubbing every strawberry scented ounce into her pores.  My cock twitches in response to my vivid memories. 

As she roles in half sleep slumber, her back arches rising her rump into the air.   I long to rub my hands up her curves feeling the softness of her skin.

The sun streams through the blinds adding a sensual depth across her body.  My fingertips tingle as I can almost feel the glide of her body under them.  I long to taste the silken skin and kiss a trial up her back.  I can see myself kneeling to her and my mouth watering as I prepare decadent worship of her sex.  I long to part her voluptuous vulva and dive into her secrets.  I wait for her juices to drip from my chin.

She stretches and moans again.  Her perk breasts bounce and peak around the fabric.  Her pink nipple hardens as the new exposure to the morning air trickles across.  My soul begs for her eyes to open and see me.  Her brown pools to sear their ownership.  I want to wake up and fall asleep nestled to this brown haired goddess.  My legs wrapped around her in loving security.  Her nakedness warming me.

My body screams for release but starves.  My heart waits for her look of approval.  The invitation to slide my swollen cock between her thighs and buck adolescently  for hours.  I need to hear her scream my name as I bring her over the edge again and again. Validate my longing. 

Instead, I lean against the doorway with my hand on my crotch hiding my stiffness that only she can create.  I close my eyes to etch her beauty in my mind, again.  Her perfect lips slightly parted.  

“Good morning,” she barely whispers, startling me.

I look up to see her heavy hooded eyes watching me.   She chews delicately on that bottom lip.  A simple habit that has made me weak in the knees for years.

“Morning.  Breakfast is ready.“  I barely murmur before I turn and leave her doorway before my heart melts and my cock explodes.

Sinful Sunday

The seat was comfortable enough.  The plush velvet cushion warmed my thighs.  Warmed them enough that I felt the sweat form on the inside of my silken skin.

It made me shift often though.  One ass cheek…the other.  I tried to be discreet, but the heat caused such prickles on my underside that I had to bite my lip to suppress my whimpers.

Was it the seat?

No, it wasn’t.  Not entirely.

I knew that my sinful thoughts would surely send me to hell…or at least at the doors.  But, no matter how much I tried to listen to the lesson being told, my mind wandered.

I watched the way this stranger walked to and fro on the stage.  I watched the way his designer suit clung to the muscular frame underneath.  I watched the way he held the microphone in his hands.  I imagined his hands holding and tracing me.  I watched his lips as he spoke.  I could close my eyes and almost feel them on my naked body…teasing me.

I simply could not take my eyes off of him.  I was hypnotized.

As he looked in my direction amd continued with his message, I felt my breath catch.  His voice soothed me.  I could almost hear his whispers in my ear and his warm breath on my neck.

I could feel the turmoil inside my soul.  The up and down bounce of emotions.  As I continued to search for air, I knew what it was.  Desire.  Desire waiting to pour from every crevice and curve.  This stranger…erotic stranger at that…was making me puddy in my seat.

The tiny hairs were beginning to stick to the back of my neck as my body continued to heat.  I knew I was beginning to look restless.  The constant recrossing of my legs to allow just enough air to cool my heated cunt.

The heat continued.  I was sure it was the fire from the gates of hell licking my inner thighs.  And, as the stranger bellowed from the stage, I licked my lips again in an effort to cool my senses.

With a quiet quickness, I leave my seat as he humms his goodbyes to the crowd.  Slipping silently to the rear of the building, I exhale deeply to try and calm myself.  The heat, now leading way to sweet wetness, continues.  I can feel his effect as I run my hands up my tiny skirt and feel my budding clit.  I have to slip a finger deep inside my waiting pussy in an effort to forget about him.  As I pinch my nipple, I have to bite the tiny corner of my lip as to not give away my hiding spot.  As I continue to hear his voice, imagine his smell, and feel his touch, my pussy gives way and crashes around my fingers.

Using the wall to steady myself, I smooth my skirt with my dry hand, pick up my purse and Bible and turn to leave.

Catching my dripping hand, he causes me to pause.  Lifting my fingers one by one to his mouth, I close my eyes and fall against the wall.  Finally I feel his breath teasing my ear…whispering enough to make my hair dance just a little…”I’ll see you next Sunday….”

 I saw him standing in the door.  Was he an enigma of my imagination.  His chest was bare and pants hung low.  A silky trail of hair begging for me there.  My eyes blink quickly to erase the numbing fog.  

His hands reach out.  My buttons pop.  A magicians trick?  Did he move closer. 

The air I breathe.  Heavy and lustful.  My lungs sink lower.  My heart beats higher.  Anticipation flutters.  I swallow the thickness in my mouth.  My chest heaves. Fingertips trace my lady curves.  A searing trail recognizes his wake.  My lips feel cracked in yearning of his moisture, waiting to be thick and swollen from his capturing.

From the doorway swirls his masculine magic.  Taunting me. Teasing my sex.  Turning my body with masterful hands as the skilled puppeteer he is.   My mouth waters waiting to taste his skin.

He pulls me to him.  Rescuing me from his tormenting…

                                          ~xo~

(thank you to Samarel at www.samarelart.com for his amazing artwork!)

I heard him whisper my name.  Barely moving his lips.  His breath ravishes me.  Submission.  My senses his.  Sensations rippling.  Breathless.  My will sliding into slippery abandonment. My desire perched for his taking. Undulating.  Repetitive pulsations.  My body screams, now Now NOW.  His succulent stare hypnotizes.  I move as his sex puppet through the misty delusions of yearning.  Animalistic thrusts of emotions permeate the air I breathe. You leave me in decadent anticipation as I wait to hear you whisper once again.  To wrap around me as silk.  My sex wet.  Quivering from your Endless promises.  Anticipation from the caressing oral fixation.  Visions of honey dripping thick.  Savoring. Arousal as addictive as chocolate being licked from head to toe.

 Breathless I stand.

 Naked.

 Shoes and Purse aside.

I wait to hear you whisper my name.

(special thanks to all that provided Erotic Words and Phrases!  Let’s do it again!)

“Would you cheat on your husband?”

I stared wide-eyed and silent.  I tried to speak to only find myself cough violently as my bite of salad slid down wrong.  Finally able to gulp air in normally, I shake my head no.

“Really?”  She asks again in disbelief.

No, I tell her.  I wouldn’t cheat.

She gives me scenario after scenario of “hot” celebs walking in with their cocks out ready and hard.  I insist, no.  Granted my weakness for Pitt may bring me to my knees, but I wasn’t about to admit this to her.  Instead, I pick at the bottom of my bowl in seated denial.

“I’ve cheated on my husband,” she declares.

I keep my eyes diverted as I absorb this information from my orientee.  Why?  Why? I silently ask myself.  I shift in my seat and set my empty bowl down.  Why is she confiding in me?

“You don’t seem shocked.” She pouts.

(What to say, what to say???)

Takes a lot to shock me these days, I finally tell her.

(I figured I didn’t need to go into Doc and me with her.  New people were kept out of my personal loop on purpose.  Her supposed shock factor didn’t have me impressed at all… but, that didn’t keep me from wanting to know more.)

“I’ve fucked Dr. Chris. “   She confesses.

I met her gaze with unhidden disbelief.  Dr. Chris was brand new.  He was our fresh as a baby’s ass new ER doctor.  He was familiar to almost all the ICU staff since he did his residency with us as well.  Every young new nurse wanted to fuck him.  But, he made it quite clear he was involved.  With Andy.

“Oh.  He’s not gay,” to answer my unasked question.  “Andy is his foster brother.  His dad has been ill requiring chemo out of state, and he has been helping care for him.  His mom was torn.  She knew she had to be with his dad, but she knew Andy would be put back into foster care while she was gone.  Chris offered to keep Andy until his dad was better.  That’s why he stayed here after his residency.”

I shook my head as I absorbed all this.  I didn’t realize I had so many questions about Dr. Chris, but I guess I did.  He was one gorgeous hunk of a man.  Blonde hair, green eyes.  Yummy wrapped in blue scrubs.  

Her voice slowly filled my ears again…. “it was my last year of nursing school while I was in my ER rotation.”

What was?  My own daydream had me unfocused.

“When I fucked him.”

“I was dropping off some charts in medical records and the end of the day when I saw him slip into the ‘resting room’.  You know the room that the on-call docs can rest.”  I shook my head in understanding. “I slipped in behind him.  I’ve known him for a long time.  My family use to live on the same street as his.  I’ve watched him wash cars, throw footballs, mow the yard in nothing but scraggly old sweat shorts.  I knew what he was packing under those threads.  And, quite frankly, I’ve spent many, umm, private moments in bed thinking of him.  My mouth watered just at the thought of sucking his cock.”

“I heard him tell the ER staff he was going to rest so I knew my timing had to be perfect.  I lingered a bit after dropping the charts back off for him to come down the hall.  Thank goodness that door was slow to close behind him, because I didn’t know it had a code on it to get in.”

“Anyway, when I slipped in he was already kicking off his shoes and untying his scrubs.  He froze and asked me if I needed anything.  I walked up to him and yanked his scrubs all the way down.  He backed up and asked me what I thought I was doing.  I told him that he just couldn’t walk around me all day long and expect me to go home and masturbate to the dreams I have of him.  I needed tangible release.”

“I pushed him until he sat on the edge of the bed and pulled his pants off the rest of the way.  He wore those boxer briefs.  Just seeing the outline of his cock made me wet.   I pulled him out and teased the tip and underside of his sheath until a bead of moisture escaped.  I knew I was winning then.  I pulled his briefs down and sank back to my knees between his legs.  I took him into my mouth and felt him grow hard and turgid.  I worked up and down the length until he couldn’t keep his hands away.  ‘Oh, hell’ he murmurs as he grabs my hair and begins working my head up and down his shaft.  The bigger he got the wetter I got.  I could taste his precum seeping onto my tongue as he found a gentle rhythm with his hips and my mouth.  It felt so good knowing I was the one he was mouth-fucking.  I see the way the others look at him, and all I wanted all day was to cum on his cock.”

“Unable to close my legs any tighter, I needed to spread them wide so I could get relief.  I broke away just long enough to grab a condom from my back pocket and to untie my own scrubs.  He leaned forward and rubbed my pussy through my panties.  I trembled on weak knees and almost came right then.  I peeled the drenched piece of satin down and left them in a wet pool behind me.  He parted me with his fingers, and I smiled with immense pleasure as he tested the tightness and wetness of what waited for him.  Hunger began dancing in his eyes as I pushed him back again and rolled the Trojan down his VERY impressive cock.  One more quick suck of his sheathed member before I took him all in.  I balanced on each side of his hips and sucked my breath in as I could feel him fill and stretch me. ‘Oh FUCK’ I moaned out.  He growled low in his throat as he grabbed my ass and began to rock and thrust into me.  I let him set the pace.  I could feel my body heat up and respond as if I was a part of an electrical current.  He rubbed my clit with his thumb and I came undone.  My body exploded as I convulsed around him in the most wondrous orgasm I’ve ever had. “

“He turned me over and brought my ass to the edge of the mattress.  My pussy was still quivering as he began to fuck me harder.  I knew he was building up to his own release.  He reached under my bra and rolled my nipple hard as his cock went deeper and deeper.  I tried not scream but he felt so fucking good!  As he held onto my nipple and thrusted between my thighs, I broke loose again.  This time as my pussy twitched and clamped his cock, he came.  Feeling him pulsate inside my sensitive pussy was delish.  As sinful as it all sounds, it was the best sex I can remember in a long time.”

“I got up and cleaned myself up the best I could before dressing.  I leaned up to taste his lips and savor the moment.  I whispered, ‘thank you, our secret’ before silently leaving.”

I sat there open-mouthed I’m sure with my fork dangling in the air from mid-bite.  I blinked, swallowed, and asked, did you tell him YOU were married?

“No.”

The haze of alcohol must have been the culprit.  That and the long days and short nights.  My body had been physically and emotionally taxed.  My creative insights had been tapped and strained…….I needed a stimulation.  I needed a release.

My spirit was contained for 10 hours.  Traveling five states and over 600 miles, I was restless once reaching my destination.  I had many orgasmic releases during the trip.  My vibrator left me breathless and squirming on my plush leather seats.  My pussy smelled of my sex and my clit swollen kept reminding me of my restlessness.

Searching the liquor cabinet I found the scotch and shot glasses.  I dropped 2 ice cubes in the glass, filled the shot glass to the brim, and poured it into the glass causing the ice to pop and crackle.  A quick swirl to cool the liquid, I swallow in one pass to my lips.  I’m ready now, I thought to myself.

Grabbing my keys, I left.  It was time.

I pulled into the familiar parking lot.  Shut the engine off and removed my keys.  I walked through the glass door causing the bell to ring my entrance.

Bill was behind the counter waiting on me.  Let’s go… before you change your mind.

Passing all the waiting customers in the chairs, I followed Bill to the back room.

The scotch calming my nerves, I search Bill for directions.  Drop your pants and sit here.  As I was told, my cut-off denim shorts fell to my ankles.  I stood in front of him with my shaven and swollen pussy.  A gleam shot from his eyes as he notices my preparations… Oh, this is going to be fun he growls to me, rubbing his hands in anticipation.

He pats the reclining blue chair signaling me to sit.  I climb up and place my legs in the stirrups.  Exposing my cunt to Bill, I was even more excited.  Are you ready? He asks.  Yes I tell him.  OK!  Deep breath in… out… in and on out….  The needle penetrated my clit hood.  I sucked in hard.  But… it didn’t hurt.  The excitement spilled from me.  I could feel my self tighten and release.  Did I just cum from that?

I stood and inspected my new jewlery.  My pussy shone like never before.  All I wanted to do was run my fingers up and down my wet slit….

(april fools)

I heard the crack of fire.  The shadows of the campfire danced on the humble walls of the RV.  I watched him for a moment, then two.  He sat mesmerized by the licking and dancing of the flames.  He sat undisturbed by the flying embers around him.

Slowly he rubbed his hand over his crotch and shifted to make more room for his obviously growing bulge.

I felt something tighten inside me as well.

I had little trouble emerging naked from the covers, since that is the way he had just left me maybe an hour ago.  My pussy still dripped from our mixed juices.  My fingers still trembled at the orgasm that vibrated my core.

I still watched.

The daylight had surrendered to the night.  I could see the moon peeking from the tree tops.  I could smell every pop and crack from the burning log.  And, I could feel the hunger building inside.  I needed more from him.

The lush tree line provided a hidden sanction.  I could see a clearing that waited for me…for us.

I stood for a moment at the opened door.  I know why I just stood.  I wanted him to see me in the outline of the night.  I wanted my curves to be softened and highlighted by the glowing flames.  I wanted his desire to build.  Yes, I wanted to taunt him with my supple skin.  I wanted to be the tease he so playfully whispered into my ear earlier that day.  In fact, I did want him to fuck me, but I wanted him to feel the hunger that was eating at me.

So, I stood there chewing my bottom lip, naked in the moonlight and fireglow feeling the wetness of my yearning building between my legs.

He watches me.

He watches me lean in the doorway.  His eyes sparkle as they meet mine.  He knows my needs, and I know his.  He releases the button fly of his denim pants and allows his starving cock to free.  I admit my mouth started to water the instant I saw him begin to unbutton in eager anticipation to have his thick warmth fill my mouth.  I had to maintain my own stance in making him wait and refuse my desire to fall to my knees in front of him and twirl my tongue on the growing head awaiting the delicious pre-cum.

He still watches.

I stand waiting.

I stepped out of the shower careful not to slip on the marble floor.  The heavy glass door slammed behind me cracking the air like a whip.  My skin tightened as the blast of cold air from the a/c skidded across my skin.  The plush robe covered my nakedness like the soft wisp of a kiss.  I found the bottle of lotion and fed my hungry skin.  I worked precariously from my ankles to my knees up my thighs and then repeated.  I love the smell of the thick liquid velvet glistening into my pores.  I breathe in deeply feeling my senses with the exotic smell before opening the robe enough to apply the lotion to my breast.  Holding one at a time, I caress every inch of skin until I have successfully nourished the ample tissue.

As I perform this post-bath ritual, he watches me.

Sitting on the edge of the perfect bed, he strokes.  His manhood transforms from its natural state to the tumescent rod he holds firmly.

He sits waiting for me to see him.

The mist from the mirror evaporates.   I slowly take my gaze from my teased flesh to meet his eyes in the reflection.  My body aches at the anticipation of being fucked by that body.

His hand steadies his shaft at the base.  His freshly shaven balls gleam with a new sheen of sweat.  I drop the rope in a pile of cotton on the imported floor.

Desire dictated my every next move.

His muscles smooth and skin tanned, my heart raced as I made my way to him.  I felt like the lioness hungry for her prey.  I licked my lips.  I drop to my knees to take him fully into my mouth leaving his cock glistening and slick.  He willingly lays back as I push his shoulders.  His erection bobbing against gravity.  My knees grips his hips as I eagerly lower myself onto him.  His thickness and length causing a quick catch in my breathing.  My body freely accommodating his size.  My breasts bouncing as I find my rhythm upon him.  His hands squeeze and roll my nipples before pinching them mercilessly and resting on my hips.  He helps guide my pace and keep me steady as I feel my orgasm building.  My ass fills his hands as I lean my head back and scream my release…

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!