distracting myself II

October 19, 2006  |  dirty stories

Part I

She does. Tenderly, her lips on the pink silicone. Tenderly, her mouth sucking her teeth, keeping her lips closed. Looking up at me under her eyelashes, movement restricted by my hand in her hair, breasts thrust forward, nipples peaked. Kissing the edges of it gratefully, moist cock against her mouth. Her lips brush its ridges, the head of it, the veins running down the shaft.“Please,” she says, “please.” Whispering, barely.

My hand is still in her hair. Her head is beginning to do that blow-job bob movement and my hips are responding accordingly, straining at being held back. My ass is flexing which makes my hips begin to thrust. She is parting her lips, but barely, touching only the tip of her tongue to my cock.

I try to keep my eyes open, to watch this creature before me and the way her mouth moves, the way her eyes look, remembering the way her lips pinch cylindrical with my dick deep in her throat.

“Please what?” I say. Oh I’m mean sometimes. I want to hear her say it.

“Please,” she says again, softening, hearing the growl in my voice. She swallows, placing her lips back onto just the tip, circling, touching it with the point of her tongue. “Please, may I use my hands?”

That’s not what I wanted her to say, but she’s got those big eyes staring up at me, and she asked so nicely. “Yes,” I say. Breathe out. Go ahead.

She does. Shakes her hands and shoulders free from the locked position behind her and readjusts herself on her knees. Circles the base of my cock near my pubic bone and presses into my clit the way she knows I like to feel it. She’s an expert here. She invented this game. It’s hard for me to stay ahead.

“Ohh, that’s good,” I say, involuntarily, groaning and leaning back into her fingers sliding up and down the shaft.

“Yeah?” she manages to mumble, still kissing, not opening her mouth more than a clit’s width.

“Ohh yeah.” I say.

“I want to drink you in,” she says between kisses, fingers still supple and circling me, “take you onto my tongue. Swallow you, just like this.”

Fuck. I tighten my grip on the back of her head, on her hair, and press her lips apart with my strapon. I can feel her jaw open as I press inside; she moans in surprise, and closes her eyes.

Part III

 

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4 Comments


  1. Man this is getting hot! I love it!

  2. Dear Sinclair, i happened upon your blog and spent the better part of last night rolling around in your language. the way you write is so articulate and layered, not to mention deeply sensual. i can't tell you how much i enjoyed getting to know you this little bit. i'm not a frequent visitor to the blogosphere, but i'll certainly be back to see what happens next. thank you.

  3. femmegyrl: thank you! what a great comment to start my monday morning. i will keep an eye out for you …

  4. Hey Sinclair. This is kind of random, but I wanted to extend the invitation to you since I think it could be a really great joint experience if you are interested.A friend and I started a lesbian blog project a little while back, but she seems to be wrapped up in other ventures right now. I am interested in keeping the blog going though. It's called {c}literature and is intended to be a collaborative project on lesbian topics. I thought maybe we could pick a word and write erotica around that, or a political issue and both write thoughts on that.Let me know what you think. You can email me back if you'd prefer.

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