Her Write-Up of the Assignment

She was SUCH a good girl! She completed all her tasks and here is a write-up of her experience. :)
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The anticipation,
The want,
The need.
These have alluded me longer than I care to admit.

The satisfaction,
The pleasure,
The fulfillment.
These you have given.

The assignment excited me. I read it over and over, committing it to memory, playing it out in my mind. Knowing days in advance was torture as it consumed my thoughts. I knew the plans prior, but now I knew what to expect and that only strengthened my want. I wanted the pleasure and I wanted to please. I wanted to give you your every desire and enjoy it as my own.

Monday was incredible, as usual. I saw you, played with you, had you, ending with a wonderful gift of your cum on my ass. Oh how I love that hot cream! Its such a reward for me. I left, knowing my instructions, your sweet words and kisses lingering in my head. We chatted flirtatiously, as it seems the only way we can communicate, in the evening. I went to bed, alone as usual, and completed my assignment. I rubbed my clit first through panties, getting them wet, then sliding my hand inside. I thought in detail of our afternoon meeting, the heat, the positions, your wonderful thick cock and the mind-blowing orgasms I'd been given from it. I was careful to stop just in time to not cum, as you instructed. Objective achieved: Want with denial.

Tuesday was torture. I woke so incredibly horny, wanting you, remembering the day before, my tease the night before. I showered, completing my next assignment, touching myself with just my fingers, feeling the wetness almost instantly, stopping before climax. Objective achieved: Desire with restraint.

Seeing you added to torture. Your sexy eyes, and sexy mouth. I wanted to throw you down in the hallway and take you right then. Eventually I came to you, closed your door, half hoping you'd go back on your words and give me your awesome cock, half wanting to continue our game. You changed the assignment then, requiring I masturbate in front of you. Shyly I leaned back on your desk, you pulling my pants down giving you full view of my wanting pussy. With your hand on my thigh and my stomach, I stroked my clit, allowing one finger to push into my wet folds from time to time. I had to stop so many times as I was right on the edge of orgasm – from touch, from knowing you were watching. You seemed pleased and sent me on my way.

Later that night, as requested, we chatted and then I took my vibe into the bathroom and played a little more. And I do mean a little. It seemed only seconds before I realized I could take no more. Objective achieved: Need with frustration. This was the hardest lesson.

Wednesday I stretched, oh did I stretch, knowing what was coming. I barely touched myself in the shower. I went to work , excusing myself at the appropriate time, watching the time for 5 full minutes as I rubbed my clit, stopping countless times. I strictly followed the rest of my instructions until we arrived at our appointed meeting place, desire consuming me. I was quiet. You know that's hard for me, but it so added to the experience, causing me to reflect inward on my building need for you, not allowing me to distract myself with my own words.

With my back to you, you pressed against me, began our afternoon of play. The feel of your breath on my neck, your hands on my body is intoxicating. You congratulated me on my successful assignment, rewarding me with you tongue on my pussy. My legs went weak at your touch, loving your tongue, loving your talented fingers, craving your beautiful hard cock. I finally got into your pants, pushing them and your boxers down, anxious to have you in my mouth. I'd suck you for days if you'd let me. I love the way you feel in my mouth – thick cock, growing, well defined, pulsing head. Mmmmm!

In only minutes you're keeping your promise, throwing me on the bed, pushing that magnificent cock into my oh so hot, wet cunt. FINALLY! I don't know how much time passed. I lose all track when we're together, but in what had to be only minutes, I was exploding all over you. Hot juices, that you claim to love, spilling out all around your cock as you continued to slam into me, my head feeling it would blow right off my body, leaving the first of many wet reminders on the sheets. Objective achieved: Satisfaction and fulfillment.

We spent hours learning the last lesson. Position after position, some repeated many times. You cumming to reward me, me saying I was too tired to go on, then somehow finding more energy to go again. The kisses on my back, up and down, pushing my hair aside and on my neck as well, drove me crazy. I'd have given you anything you wanted right then. Oh wait, I did. Two hard sessions of fast, animal fucking and then you whispered in my ear "I think its time I made love to you." Soft, sensual touches, you climbing on top of me, kissing me deeply as you pushed into me again. Holy fuck! I could have died happy right then. And then two times with me bringing you back with my mouth, then climbing on top of you and fucking you with everything I had. I loved watching you as I worked, seeing your face make the same faces I assume mine make when you're pounding into me, hearing you swear and call out my name. It was more than I could take, finally making me spill my juices onto you again, falling limp to the side.

Oh yes, the lesson was well taught and sufficiently learned. With it came pure exhaustion and lingering soreness, all prices worth paying for an incredible afternoon. All prices I cannot wait to pay again for another experience with the most incredible lover I've ever had.

Strong, Sex, Energy

Ever had rigorous sex that seemed to give you energy? Ever had rigorous sex that seemed to drain you of energy? I remember watching a Mad About You episode where Paul Reiser's character and Helen Hunt's character would have sex in the afternoons and they alternated draining each others' energy. It was pretty funny. By the way, did I mention that I think Helen Hunt is one of the most sexy women alive? Sorry Helen, I know this is crude.... but I'd give it to you so hard you wouldn't walk straight for a month.

Anyway,.. I had both types of sex today - energy draining and energy giving. Yes, it was quite a day! 3 1/2 hours of INCREDIBLE sex. Some slow, a ton fast, some sideways, some diagonal, some under, some over, some behind, some,.. well,... you get the idea. Holy damn it was great sex. I am still catching myself just sitting here, hours later, thinking to myself, "fuck... oh good god that was good,... *happy sigh*... fuck ... oh fuck ... that was so damn good...." But now I think my body is confused. I don't think it knows for sure if I've been given energy or had it taken away. As a result, I feel strong, yet tired - all over. I've been saying I needed to start a work-out routine. I'd say this more than qualifies. Hell, I even have stomach muscle cramps from all the hip-swinging motion.

So, as a tribute to my tired yet strong feeling, I am posting my HNT - a very exhausted arm. (Yes, I said arm - hey, they did a lot of pulling as I slammed forward :P )



You might notice I'm posting this Wednesday night instead of Thursday. That's because I don't want to forget posting a HNT picture. I'm going to be extremely busy the next 2 days, and then out of town for quite some while. I'm leaving for JAPAN this weekend! Sorry, but I will miss next week's HNT, as I'll still be overseas. Don't worry though, I'll make up for it when I return! 8^) I'll miss you all! Wish me safe travels.

Monday Mood

Her blue blouse with white swirls,
Her black pants and high heels,
Her fiery lips and hotter kisses,
Her sexy neck and voluptuous appeal,

All make me want her.

Her sweet taste and sensual touch,
Her juicy box and loving eyes,
Her long legs and silky hands,
Her witty mind and heated thighs,

All make me desire her.

I have the desire,
I have the want,
I have the need,
I have the craving,
for her.



It was a rainy Monday after a long weekend. I’d been at work on Sunday getting things done in advance. Although it didn’t feel like much of a weekend, I felt rested. I felt ready. I felt prepared,.. for her. Who knew what this sultry lady would bring me late in the day, when storms brewed outside my window and my passions swirled like a tornado on the rampage. Could she satisfy my curiosity and my drive? I was sure of that, but would she? It wasn’t a question I could answer for myself even though I asked it a million times in my head.

She arrived like a wolf in sheep’s clothing, all demure and sly, seemingly innocent and without a care, but it was soon apparent this wolf had more on her mind than shearing me of my thoughts, she also wanted my clothes on the floor. She wanted my cock in her mouth. She wanted to feel me inside her, thrusting like a well oiled engine pushing the RPM’s into the red. She wanted me, and how.

Before long she was shouting out when she shouldn’t have been. After all, people were just outside. But she didn’t seem to mind,… either that or she couldn’t help it. She came, and she came hard. Her juices spilled like the Niagra in the rainy season. She bucked like a doe in heat. She came with such a force I was sure she’d push me back, her legs involuntarily closing due to the convulsions and the shivers. I wouldn’t allow it. I pushed even harder, forcing myself deep within her. Her legs closed around me holding me still, taking my hardness in and not letting it go until she’d come her course.

I told her it was time to turn over. I flipped her and shoved my thickness back in. She moaned with delight as I pounded her like a jackhammer. Her hands grasped for something to hold onto. She was quivering with every stroke. I drove her hard and I could feel the pressure building up inside her. I knew I was at a good angle. She was moaning constantly now, and it made me even harder. I knew it wouldn’t be long now and I pumped harder and faster and deeper. I could feel my head swell and harden even more and I pulled out to release my load on her ass. She said it was hot like lightning and she loved it.

After cleaning ourselves up we talked a bit. I told her how I loved her sexy eyes. We soon parted ways but I have to imagine, I have to think, I have to wonder, when I might see her again. When would this sultry seductress see me again? Only time will tell.

Two posts, back-to-back

I know I posted twice back-to-back, and the most recent one is a long one, but please don't miss my poem, "Completion." Thanks!

Lesson: Satisfaction

Wetness approaches.

You’ve got me on your mind.
You want me and I want you.
We have it all planned out, don’t we?
When we’ll meet in secret,
What we’ll bring,
Where we’ll be,
Some of what we’ll do….
leaving some to the imagination
and spontaneity.

We work brilliantly together.

But you are leaving this meeting up to me, aren’t you? Oh, you silly woman. How you are so brave! Little do you know that by submitting to me, you’re in for a world of new experiences - ones that will shape your outlook on life. You told me you trust me completely. I believe you. But let’s test that theory.

Through this experience we will share, we will both benefit. I will gain the knowledge of how to be a good master to you. I will learn through this how to push you to the edge and bring you back safely. You know I care for you. You know I won’t let you fall. I prize you. I appreciate you. I want you,… to be pleased. Through this I will learn better how to do just that.

For you, this is a new world. One in which your trust in me will only strengthen. You will learn how to please me. You’ll see that in submitting to me, I also have trust in you. You’ll see that not only am I here to push you and please you through making you experience, but I’m also caring and loving enough to do it in ways that ultimately help you learn,…. about me,… and about yourself.

Before we meet though, you must prepare. For with any good fulfillment, there is always something to build up beforehand. Anticipation, desire, want, need. You WILL learn the value of these words. Only then will you gain the satisfaction I can give you.

I charge you with these tasks:

On Monday you will see me in our regular fashion.
However, after Monday’s session, that night, you will rub your clit making yourself extremely wet. You will think about our afternoon session in detail. But, you will not cum. You are not allowed to do so. Stop yourself just beforehand. Go to bed afterward and lie there until you go to sleep. Learn want with denial.

On Tuesday you will see me, but only see me. You are to masturbate to the thought of me in the morning with only your fingers, but again do not cum. Stop yourself. Learn desire with restraint.

Go to work. Think of me in your daily routine. This should not be difficult, as we work together. Come talk to me when I get off work. You will address me as “sir.” After talking to me briefly, go back to your office and shut the door. You will masturbate again to the thought of me, again with only your fingers, yet with no release. Do not allow yourself to orgasm. You must stop prior to it. Late Tuesday night you will chat with me online. After doing so, you will go into the bathroom and masturbate with your new toy. Once again, you will bring yourself almost to the point of climax and stop. Then go to bed until you fall asleep. As you lie there think of not being satisfied throughout the day and understand why you need me so. Learn need with frustration.

Wednesday morning you are to get up and do stretches. Stretch your legs well as if you were about to go running. As you take a shower you will touch yourself only a little bit, while thinking of me. Slip one finger into your juicy slit and tease yourself. Do not get worked up as much as Tuesday’s assignments. Do not orgasm. Just make yourself a little bit wet thinking of our meeting to occur later that day. Wear something lacey or silky underneath that you know will tease you and make you ‘hot’ throughout the day. Excuse yourself either just prior to your business meeting or during a normal break of the meeting, to go to the restroom. Rub your clit for five whole minutes without climaxing. Time yourself. If you need to, pause in order to prevent orgasm. But you must dedicate five entire minutes to this activity, no more, no less, and do so without reaching orgasm. As you play with yourself, you are to imagine my tongue on you, as I will have it later that day. Return to work. Learn anticipation with need.

When the meeting is done and you’re finished with essential work details, leave for our planned meeting destination. Call me. We’ll meet, you won’t say a word to me, and I’ll take you to our spot. You will not say anything at all to me but you will look at me for the entire ride there. When we go into the room you still will not say anything. Unbutton only my shirt. You will kiss me as you slowly undress yourself. I will touch you as you do this. Remain quiet. I will cradle your neck and kiss you. I will squeeze your breasts and suck on your nipples. As you are standing there silent, I will sit on the floor beneath you, to eat you. Still, remain quiet. When I deem you’ve had enough, I’ll stand up, kiss you so that can taste your juices on me, and you will get down on your knees and provide my hardening cock with oral pleasure. When I am ready I will let you know. You will then slowly finish undressing me and I will throw you on the bed. At this point and from this point forward only are you allowed to make noise and speak. Make as much as you wish. I know you’ll be holding it back until then. We will enjoy ourselves to be sure. Learn satisfaction and fulfillment.

When we are done with our session, if you’ve been good and completed all your assignments, I will reward you. :)

Completion

Hot kisses taken in the corners of my mind,
Warm snuggles shared in the glow of indoor light,
A glance in the sunlit hallway at you in an
orange and white dress that drives me wild
You turn me on.
Be with me.

Sincere hugs and teary eyes,
Feelings we admit, you, and I,
Passionate heat and sensual high,
Steamy sex,
You complete me.

Our jokes, our laughter,
Our flirts, our teasing,
Our talk, our eyes,
Mutual meetings,
We challenge,
We compliment,
We match.
I love that snatch.
I love your mind.

We meet in mysterious places.
We make all kinds of faces.
Some in ecstasy and
some in pain,
some in laughter,
You are the rain,….
the essential life-fill,….
for my drought,…
and I for yours.

We have hot sex,
Raw and heated,
Soft and light,
I pound you with my
black dark sordid power
and my steel-hard cock
and you writhe in ecstasy
like a frantic goddess
grasping with your hands
as if you were teetering
on the edge of a cliff
about to fall off.

Do not worry, lovely,
I will not let you fall.
I will save you.
And make you cum.
Hard.
I am here for you.

And just as I am here for you,
You are here for me.
My wench,
My slut,
My love,
My lust,
My slave,
My playmate,
My confidant,
My lover.
You complete me.
Be with me.
Save me from the cliff,
with your ecstasy.

Make me cum,
with my heart,
with my brain,
with my rigid dick,
deep within your soul.
You,.. most definitely,..
complete me.

Hey lady, lemme see those hands

Right here! On my chest!

Sometimes during foreplay, she'll put her hands on my chest. Sometimes during sex she'll lightly scratch or rub my chest. That is, whenever she isn't holding on to a table edge or headboard for dear life...

I know I don't have a lot of hair on my chest. I know I'm not completely bare either. I know you might have to wear sunglasses to look at this picture. For that one I apologize. ;) It was the overbright flash, yeah, really, it was! You believe me, don't you?

But I do so love it when she touches my chest, whether it be a soft caress or a light scratch to tantalize the senses. Some of you know from my list of 25 Sexual Things that I don't really enjoy any sucking on my nipples, or even a tongue on them much, as I am fairly ticklish there. But fingers and hands I give the go-ahead.

Hands running across the chest is such a sexy thought to me. And the physical feeling matches the mental excitement. So come on ladies, let's see those hands!

Drive

The hot drive in my truck to work
is nothing compared to the drive you make me do,
the drive you give me.

In stolen hot passionate kisses
we escape
from a world of stress and business.

We're driven by lack of relief,
by mountains of work,
and by the want of each other.

And I do want you
and you want me.
We are one when we meet,
driven together.
Hot.
Steamy.

I throb inside you
we match
we fit
I can feel every inch of me
driving inside
my head parting the way
spreading your walls
penetrating.

You are the heat in my pants
the fueling desire in my loin
You are my succubus
though you won't steal my soul
only my shaft,
steal it deep inside you
repeatedly.

Let me drive you.

Class Dismissed

Wow, what a dream! You were in my class. Why were you there? Perhaps it is because you're everpresent on my mind. If only you were everpresent on my cock. Oh wait,... you are - in my dreams. How'd you end up there this time? Here's what I remember:

So there I was, standing before the class discussing some finer points of my lecture when I looked over at you. You were giving me a look with your eyes that screamed out the Van Halen song, "Hot for Teacher." Your skirt was riding up as you sat in that classroom chair. You made it do that, didn't you? You naughty girl.

You know good and well only I can see under that desk. Everyone else in the class is oblivious because not only are you on the front row, but these desks have sides to them, hiding what you're doing from even the row across from you. Your thigh-highs were showing and I can even see past those. Now you know I'm looking because when I look up at your face you looked right into my eyes and put on a devilish smile as you twirled your tongue around your mechanical pencil. I glance back down at your legs, taking a deep breath as I notice how deliciously pale your thighs are in contrast to those stockings. All I can think of is lapping up milk (or milky thighs in this case) with my now hot and wanting tongue. I look you in the eyes again and I swear I saw a twinkle.

Focus. Focus damnit. More to say. Must finish lecture. Finally, class is moving right along. I hand out the activity worksheet and return to my chair at the front of the class. Everyone is busy working on their papers as I tidy up my materials. When I finally look up you're working fervently on your worksheet. Your one leg is swaying back and forth as I take in those legs and let my imagination run wild. You finish before everyone else. God, your brain is as sexy as your legs are. You glance around the room, as do I, and we both know everyone else is still working. You decide to step up the activity with your own sub-desktop activity between your thighs.

I take another quick glance around the room before returning my eyes to you. As soon as I do you know it and you smile, sliding a hand down underneath the desk, pulling your skirt up even more, so that I can see you're not wearing any panties. You then slide your hand into what seems to be a pocket on the skirt, but I see your hand appear between your legs. Oh God. You're playing with your clit. I have to survey the room again, to not only be sure there are no questions, but also to make sure everyone else is still working and not watching me.

I look back and now you're running two fingers up and down your slit, parting your lips, and allowing you to play with your clit more. You're going slowly, so as not to make noise. I can tell you're getting juicy and I wish my tongue was there in the moisture to help those fingers of yours. You have a huge grin on your face now. I wonder what exactly is going through your mind even though I hope it is the sentence, "fuck me."

I take another look around the room and I see two other students done with the activity. One is reading his book chapter, oblivious to the frenzy of activity in your skirt. The other student is just sitting there, with a big smirk on her face, looking right at me. She's halfway back in the room and she's incredibly hot. She always wears tight tops that show off her plentiful bosom. Yes, I'd dreamt before of sucking and biting and licking and fucking her, but today is all about you. I look back at you, and you're looking me right in the eyes. You almost silently laugh and smile, as you turn your head and look back at her. She smiles in return and then you both look at me at the same time and lick your lips.

Oh my god,.. this is planned?!? Holy damn. Did I just see what I thought I saw? You apparently can tell from my reaction that I'm shocked and in disbelief. So you do it again. So did she. Then she winked at me and turned to look at you. I look back at you and your eyes are almost rolling in your head. I look down and I see your fingers glistening, working that tight little pussy hard inside your skirt. Then you stop and you tear out the top sheet from your notebook. You begin to pack up your things.

My watch beeps and I know class is almost over. I assign homework and I ask the class to leave their worksheets on the front desk as they leave. Everyone files out quickly except you and the tight-shirt. You're both last. You slow down your walk so that you're about 10 steps behind the last person out the door. You leave your worksheet on the pile with the others. But you have another sheet of paper in your hand. You give it to me and you wink at me. The corner of it is wet because you picked it up with your 'activity' hand. You pass and tight-shirt is right behind you. She whispers, "I'll be there too. Be sure to show up. We need our education." You both walk out the door and I watch your asses as you turn the corner. I look down at the paper and it reads, "Meet me at the Hotel ____ at 5 pm. Room 212. Bring an energy drink and your hard cock."

I brought three energy drinks. My dream got quite fuzzy here but I do remember an entwining of tongues, legs, pussies, and my cock. It was during that stage of dreaming where you're half in and half out of consciousness, where everything is blurry yet erotically divine. I woke up with an incredible hard-on that I could've used to drive nails through a steel beam.

I am looking forward to class tomorrow. Perhaps you'll make a guest appearance.

3rd HNT - Boxers day

Yes folks, it is Thursday again and I'm posting pictures of myself. I'm learning quickly that better lighting is a necessity. And I'm figuring out how to hold the camera with one arm while not interfering with the light. I'm still new to it, but even through taking silly little HNT pictures of myself am I discovering what a challenge it is to snap photographs of your own body. I think it proves to be even more difficult than shooting landscapes or trees or even birds in the sky.

I am posting this shot today mainly because that crazy sexy cool Mel told me on my first HNT (which was only 2 weeks ago, mind you!) that I could do better than a mere leg. That crazy Mel, she's something else. ;) But I like her stories and what she writes, so I respect her opinion. I hope this shot is more aligned with her expectations.

If it is, then this one should do as well. Yes, I know, I'm a big softie when it comes to giving in to her request. (hehe) But I figured "eh, why not." Maybe one day I'll make the hard decision to post more pics but sans boxers. I think those are a while from now though. Since I've been experimenting with the camera, I have a backlog of photos to share first. Happy HNT !!!

What is HNT, you ask? HNT stands for Half-Nekkid Thursday. Go on over to Os's site and check it out! It seems as if he's gotten a large percentage of bloggers in on the action.

So Hot, So Hard

Damn you make me hot.
Damn you make me hard.
I wanted you all day. All night.

All I could do was think about being inside you. Work? What's that? I'm supposed to be functioning? Are you kidding me? With that perfect, beautiful, delicious, hot, tight, wet pussy out there? The one that feels like a dream materialized on my cock to delight me?

You mailed me your perspective of our last encounter. That's all I could focus on. That's all I could think of. God you made me hot. Just reading what you wrote made me solid. I wanted you so badly. I couldn't have you right then. I had to wait a day. A whole day. A whole day of torture, wanting, needing, lusting, desiring,... you.

In the morning I woke up after an incredibly hot dream where apparently you did amazing things to my body.... then left me hanging. I swear my body was raised off the bed with me lying face down you made me so hard. I reluctantly got up from my blissful slumber, not wanting to leave you in dreamland. I guess you didn't want to stay in dreamland because you followed me in my mind to the shower, through my daily routines, and eventually to work.

Every small stage of the day had you in it. You were in my thoughts. You were in my loins. As I put on my jeans this morning and I had to take them off. You made my crotch fit too snugly to be comfortable. I wore khakis. You were on my mind as I ate. I wished I was eating you. You followed me in my truck on the way to work. The song alluding to great sex was about you. The heavy hitting bass was me pounding into you over and over. The raindrops on my windshield were you, moist with anticipation. When I got to work I found out you followed me into the office of my mind. I could imagine you in various positions on my desk, on my chair, on the edge, against the wall.

I had a temporary lapse during work where I got a small break from you. But believe me, it didn't last long. The business of the day was overtaken by your memory and my vivid imagination. As I walked down the hall and my pants rubbed against me, I began to get hard again, just thinking of you. I went to the men's room to pee and when I pulled out my dick, he spoke to me. He was halfway hard and he demanded you. He told me what he'd do to you if I got to meet with you today.

I walked into your office and relayed the message. I told you "if you meet with me today it will be well worth it. I believe it is going to be a very good day." He told me to say it. He wanted you just as much as I did.

Later, you came to me. And he did have his way. I had my way. You had your way. Passionate kisses, playful talk, eyes filled with longing, and stress ready to be relieved. Slowly our clothes came off. My open shirt, your unzipped pants. My undone khakis, your released breasts - so suckable. Your cold hands on my stomach then your warm hands on my cock. My tongue on your tongue, my fingers in your slit. Oh my god, you leaning back and me standing worked well. That feeling was amazing.

I told you it was your turn to work. You sat on me. That lucky chair to feel our grind. Yet another inanimate object that will come to life tomorrow and tell me what a good time it had, reminding me of you. You grinding your hips, your pelvis gyrating with your soft moans. My eyes rolling with the pleasure of what you're doing to the head of my cock. Then I feel it. You convulse. I can tell you're about to explode.

You shake all over and let out that primitive groan and a shuddering breath as if you can't control anything anymore. Fuck me baby. Cum on me. Ride that rock hard cock and cum on me like you've never cum before. You're shaking, the inside of your pussy is convulsing and clamping down. Your legs just gave and you sit down on me, steaming hot and oh so incredible feeling. I've had women gush their juices on me before, but not quite like that. Don't apologize. I loved it, seriously. Holy damn it felt incredible. I want it again. Hell, I want it every minute of the day I can get it. I want to make you cum, infinitely, as long as it is on my steel hard pole. Your juices drip down my balls, and down my legs. It turns me on even more.

You just made me even harder. Now it is my turn to work. Doggy-style, you standing, leaning over on the table, is fantastic. I love to drive into you. I love pounding you. You reach back and hold onto your legs but you can't keep your hands there. You have to grab on to the table edges as you moan face down into the surface. Fuck, you make me so hard. I feel my head inside you, slowly then quickly, thrusting in and pulling out to the edge, varying speeds to drive us both insane with exstasy. As I go in I can feel your walls expand to take me in. What a feeling. You cum again. Yes baby, drip down my legs some more. It only makes me want to fuck you even harder.

Turn over now. It is time to lie on your back. I want you in any way I can have you but you're happy to oblige. You're so good to me. You even grab your legs behind the knees and pull your legs up allowing me to plunge deep inside you. From here I can really play with your nipples. I drive into you repeatedly and you pleasure my manhood with that peach of a pussy that seems like it can suck me in all on its own,.. suck me deep into you. I torture your nipples as I pound away. I can hardly believe it but damn I'm not complaining. Cum on my cock again. It feels so fucking good.

I must turn you over. It is my turn. Doggy style will end this session for us. And after another 15 minutes of hard pounding I cum on your ass cheek. Damn that was good. I wonder if we'll be able to walk straight the rest of the day. It is a good thing I have materials here to clean up after ourselves. We relax a bit, we kiss, and you leave, with places to go.

Yet, you did not leave. You're still on my mind as I drive home. It begins to rain and I think of how you dripped down my legs. I'm hot now. I'm hard as carbon steel. And I'm wanting you, all over again. Fuck me baby, cum on me forever. You already came on my mind. And I like it. A lot.

Red Panties Revisited - "She said"

As requested, like a good girl, she wrote up her side of that day's happenings. I think I might reward her soon for this. ;) I wonder what she'd like as a reward! Any suggestions?
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The anticipation was killing me. We'd talked about the red panties and I'd read your plan. I hardly slept the night before because I was so excited.

I put on the red panties and the red bra, following your instructions. I rebelled a little though and wore a skirt, thinking it would tease you knowing how little there was between you and those red panties, knowing it would be easy access. I ran into you in the hallway pretty early on that day, seeing your eyes travel over me, mentioning you'd see me at a certain time, no one around us knowing what that time meant.

When you walked in my office and closed the door I stood to meet you, sitting on the edge of my desk. I'd been wet all day. And yes, the kiss made me forget everything, my coworkers just outside, my job, the time of day and even my name. So help me those are good kisses!

You did just as you said you'd do, pushing me back, unhooking my bra, teasing my nipples. So damn good. When you slid inside my panties I was hot, already wet, just as you'd said I'd be. Your fingers are magic. I don't know which one you used when, but I do know that in mere minutes I was cumming so hard I thought I'd die right there on my desk with the people I work with just outside. My knees went so weak that I don't know how I continued to stand. The wetness covered your hands I believe as I know I felt it far down my thighs.

Without words, you pulled those red panties down, soaked up all my cum and put them in your pocket with a promise that you'd give them back later and I could have the rest then. I wanted your cock then more than anything. I wanted to lean back on that desk and beg you to fuck me. Instead I steadied myself as you opened my office door and walked out as if nothing had happened.

Hours went by with meaningless activities that I barely concentrated on. All I could think about was my bare pussy under my skirt and the cock that needed to be pounding it. My lips were swollen and pink from the earlier attention and each time I crossed my legs in my chair I could feel them, still wet, still wanting your rock hard cock. I even ran into you once during the day. You said I looked nice. I wanted to jump you right there in the hallway. What torture!

As my boss and coworkers gathered in the office late that afternoon I considered faking sickness to just make them all leave. I knew the time was getting close that you'd be available again. I couldn't answer my phone when you called, knowing it was you. The message you left was three sentences…"You know who this is. You know where I am. You know what I want."

Finally rid of all the others, I made my way to your office and closed the door. I sat on the edge of your desk this time, pulling you up from your chair, between my legs and you continued to look all innocent. I can't believe you'd make me beg. I whispered in your ear … "Please fuck me! Fuck me now!"

You remember the rest don't you? My legs in multiple places, your awesome cock consistently in one – my hot pussy. You feel so good in me! I swear I've never cum so hard as I do with you.

I haven't forgotten what you said as I left either. You told me to take my panties back, even though I'd offered them to you. You told me to smell them before I took my shower that night and remember all you'd done to me. And I did remember, although it didn't require smelling those panties. In fact, I'm remembering over and over and over even now, days later.

Facial hair or Clean-shaven?

I got to thinking about the comments some of you made below on my facial hair HNT picture. And it reminded me of how several women in my life (friends, ex-lovers, ex-wife, associates, etc.) differ in their opinions of what they like to see on a man.

I thought I'd ask you, my virtual friends, what you thought on the subject.

So,
Do you like clean shaven men best?
Do you prefer a full beard?
Do you prefer a Van Dyke or goatee?
Do you like 5 o'clock shadow best?

Please comment and let me know. :)

HNT - Ouchie! + Facial Hair bonus!

I recently had an alien removed from my back. Tomorrow I get the stitches out.

Yes, they had to slice me open to remove the alien.

Okay, so it wasn't an alien, but hey, its close. It was a cyst. It was not the animal type cyst that is so horrible because it lives off eating your flesh cells, and is what does so much damage to things like ovaries and brains,... but instead it was a vegetable based cyst. It was sortof like if you planted a potato in the soil. The potato grows little roots that gather the nutrients from the surrounding soil and that's how it survives. This was just like that - a vegetable cyst with little roots to gather nutrients. If you want to look it up in the medical journals, look up cystic pustulosis cysts or cebacious subepithelial cysts. In common terms, fatty, under-the-skin vegetables. Lovely, do you like my garden? Are you hungry now? Yuck! Okay, I'll stop. Anyway I figured I'd take a picture of the stitches that have been driving me nuts for days and will finally get removed tomorrow. Yay!

I realize that this may not be the type of HNT you were looking forward to. So, as a "sorry I had to put you through that gruesome nasty explanation above," here is a different shot.

Sure, the lighting is bad and I'm more smirking than smiling, but hey, give me a break. I'm new to the whole HNT thing. ;) You'll forgive me won't you?

Yep, I have a Van Dyke. It is not called a goatee. A goatee is just the part on the chin being hairy. If you have a moustache that combines with the goatee, it is termed a Van Dyke. So that's what I have - for now. I often do I guess what you could call, facial hair magic, having it one day and making it disappear by shaving it off the next, then *POOF* - growing it back again in another week. Mine grows pretty fast. Each time it grows back I tend to trim it in different ways. I do sortof fall back on this Van Dyke pattern though. It is one of my favorites along with what I call the sinister trio cut. I guess I'll have to show you that one in the near future,... maybe with better lighting. ;)

Daydreaming

I want you. I want you to wear those red lacy panties and that red bra. I want to walk into your office and close the door behind me. Yes, I know your coworkers are right through that wall. That's the beauty of this fantasy. And it will come true. Because I will it to be so. No arguments. After closing the door I plan on walking around your desk and planting a deep passionate kiss on you, one that makes you forget where you are. The type of kiss that makes you forget your own damn name for a minute.

I plan on pulling you up from your seat as we kiss and standing you up, pushing you back a little so that you're leaning back on the edge of your desk. I will unbutton your blouse. I will deftly unhook your bra while kissing you. I will circle your nipples and breasts with my tongue, knowing that what I'm doing is warming you up,... down there. Then I'll unbutton your pants as I'm sucking on your breasts, flicking those nipples with my tongue.

I'm going to slide my hand down inside those red lacy panties and part your lips. I'm going to use my index finger to circle your clit and tease it out a little bit before stroking up and down, the length of your slit. You will be hot. You will be wet. But that's not good enough. I'm going to return to kissing you on the mouth, and I'll alternate kissing your neck, nibbling as I go to drive you wild. My nimble fingers will still be working fervently in your panties. You know I have the power. You know how my fingers feel and what magic they can work. I'm going to torture you and tease you with them, and give them to you in their deep entirety. I'm going to stroke you, circle you, play with you, part you, plunge into you, and press from inside you with my fingers,... until you cum all over my hand and in your panties.

Then I'm going to take those red lacy panties from you. I'm going to take them off, put them in my pocket, and give you another long passionate kiss. I'll lean close, bite your earlobe and whisper into your ear. "Later you get the rest, when you come to get these back from me. See you in a few hours." You don't like that, do you. You want my cock now, don't you. Yes, I am well aware that it is fighting against the constraints of my pants, wanting you, wanting to come out and drive into you with all its force. But I won't allow it - not right now. You both have to wait.

I want you. But now I have your sopping wet red lacey panties. And you can't get them back until I return to my office hours later. I hope you enjoy your wait. I hope your jeans rub on your pink swollen pussy lips and remind you of where my fingers have been and how they felt. It is only a few hours. Don't worry. I want you. And I will have you,.... soon. Soon I will be deep inside you, giving you what we both want. I want you.

Only some humans' nature

Others in passing,
I in my sheets,
If only they saw me,
Perhaps we could meet.

Often I wonder,
About Life and Beyond,
About this life and motion,
About kittens and yarn.

What is this miracle,
And how do we survive?
Why are we put here,
And are we alive?

Only through open eyes,
do we truly see.
Yet most don't have eyes,
only the fee.

The fee is being human.
It is what we are.
But should we confine ourselves,
We shall not go far.

We are more than we realize,
so natural and true,
filled with angst and mortality,
lonely and blue.

We have features,
still locked by our blinds.
They're not on our eyes though,
merely our minds.

Open up and think they say.
Learn to amend.
Think quickly we must,
or come to our end.

So don't let your humanity
come in your way.
Open up and realize,
your soul is here to stay.

Bodies are useless?
I say they're not.
Both fun and exciting,
our ultimate soul pot.

Explore and bewilder,
use and tantalize.
Both tease and torment,
until our demise.

Some purposefully create life,
yet others forgot.
Babes on the menu?
Sorry, they're not.

At least not for me.

These are our bodies, and
these are our souls.
Let's learn together,
by filling the holes
in this theory called humanity,
........ with my cock.

My First HNT, barely under the wire!

I had a very busy day trying to get things ready for tomorrow. Tomorrow (the 2nd) is my birthday. My brother is visiting from out of town and I'm looking forward to seeing him. So today I mowed the grass, edged, etc. - all kinds of yardwork stuff. Now it is time to relax and post and read posts. As a final thought for today I figured I'd join the HNT revolution.

What is the HNT revolution you ask? Click here to find out!


And with no further delay,... my first HNT shot. I know it isn't much, but I figure I'll work my way up and start with something innocuous. ;)

Memories of Traffic

How did I get here?
You know how you drive someplace and once you’re there you forget how you got there? You wonder if you ran any lights or if you cut someone off. You know what I’m talking about, right? This happened to me today, except not with traffic, with a meeting.

It isn’t a bad thing. It is most definitely a good thing. I had to pause afterwards to remember the events that led to this meeting. The memories came back to me. It must have been a lack of blood to the brain that temporarily disabled my memory. I’m glad to have it back. Sanity. Clarity of thought. Satisfaction. Now I can breathe.

We planned this time. It was dangerous before. Is it less dangerous now? I guess that depends on how you look at it. It is dangerous for us both in some ways. Less dangerous this way in others. How so? Well, it isn’t on my desk, at work, during office hours. Hotel room paid with cash. That helps. Oh yes, we can make noise. We can slam and slap loudly. We can spank. We can moan. We can scream. We can curse. We can talk. We can vocalize our primary reactions. No silence today. This is good.

I confirmed you being able to take an extended lunch and I got the room. I picked up the Gatorade and snack bars I knew we’d need. I picked you up. You looked spectacular. So sexy. I wanted you immediately. I forced myself to wait. You touched my hand. A prelude of what was to come. You have soft skin. Hardening in my pants. Want more.

Parking in back of the hotel is good. Only one other car. Nobody will know. In the room we turned on the air. I knew it would get hot soon. Your presence confirmed it would be true. Our sex materialized the heat. But not yet. First, eyes. We gaze. We kiss. You have amazing depth in your eyes. I lust for your soul, your sex, your orgasm.

You’re an incredible kisser. Let me taste those sweet lips again. I’m out of practice. It took me forever to unhook that bra. That’s okay. You didn’t mind because through my pants, you could feel my cock begging to be let out. Begging to be allowed access into that wonderfully tight wet hot pussy. I could feel the heat in your pants. The moisture was apparent and it turned me on even more. Dry humping, not so dry. We want more.

Up comes your shirt and mine somehow magically gets unbuttoned. I know,… you were doing it while we were kissing. Do you think I paid attention? I did when we kissed and our bare chests touched. Sexy. Damn sexy. Such amazing breasts. I want them in my mouth. Let me kiss them and suck them. Let me nibble and carefully bite. Let me devour them as far in as I can suck them. I want more.

I can tell you are steaming hot. I want my lunch. After all, we are on your lunch hour aren’t we? I moved down to your hot little snatch. One long sudden lick with my hot tongue and you moan. God that was a nice moan. Do it again, wait,… here, let me cause it. Let me earn it. Lick. Suck. Nibble. Swirl tongue. Hot. Rough. Soft. Circles. Up and down flickering. No letters of the alphabet here. Only what I can tell works. I want it to work well. I want you to be pleasured. I love the taste of you. I am not afraid. I dig in. You moaned. I moaned. You want more. You begged. Fuck me now. I want you inside me. Fuck me now. I was happy to oblige. You saw me. You wanted me in your mouth first. You had your way.

You’re damn good at sucking my cock. My eyes rolled. I grunted with pleasure. You played with the head. You ran your tongue along the shaft. You sucked me down to the base. I love feeling your throat so hot. It makes me want you more. My turn to beg. I want inside of you now. Give me what I came for. Give me what I need.

You are very flexible. Missionary is great. You are hot. You are wet. Pounding. Slamming. Now dripping. Now steaming hot. Let me pound you some more. Here is when that traffic light phenomenon began to take place. I lost track of how many times we switched positions. I swear next time we’re either going to have to take notes or just audio record the thing. We went back and forth though. Missionary. Doggy. Sucking. Eating. You came. And you came hard. But that’s nothing. Until.

You sat on top of me. Oh my god I loved the way you fucked me. I never had someone that could shake it like you could going up and down with just your ass like that. I’d seen women do it in movies and always wanted someone able to do that. Here you are. I am moaning now. I am calling your name. You are calling mine. You tell me how you can feel me inside, throbbing. You’re really getting loud now. I love it.

I can tell you’re really getting off and that makes me feel really damn good. It makes me feel like a worthy man. Then, you cum. You pour out. Your hot lust juices drench the shaft of my cock, and pour down onto my balls, dripping down my ass cheek onto the bed. You gushed. You squirted. Oh god that felt incredible. I want it again. I want to feel you convulse like that again. When it happened the muscles inside your beautiful red swollen pussy, blushing from all the pounding, pulsed erratically, uncontrollably. You want to stop. I won’t let you. I grab your legs and hold you tight, pulling you down onto my cock again. I demand you grind more. I’ve got to have that sopping wet cunt wrapped around my stone solid manhood. I play with your clit as I tell you to keep grinding. To work through it. You do as I say and minutes later you cum again. Satisfaction. I love it when you cum on my pole.

I’m sure there was another position or two in there but you can’t take anymore. Not right now. Time for some breathing. Time for some rest. Time to recover for the next round of one hell of a good sex session.

We gaze. We kiss. Uh-oh. You damn good kisser. Look what you did now. You’re going to have to take care of this problem. Positions. Sucking. Playing. Positions. Oh my, how we tried things. One leg up. One leg down. Both legs up. Both legs down. This here. That there. I think I’ll skip that one until next time though. Some awesome doggy-style. You with your shoulders down, face planted in the bed. More slamming in missionary. You love it when I pound you hard and fast. We both cum.

Time to go. Half-dressed kisses lead to another round. Oh, how that position can wear out my legs. Some call it nut-to-butt sky-fucking. I’m not sure what others call it, but wow. It certainly allows for some deep penetration. I worry that the back of your neck might get rug-burn and that your back might get scraped on the bed-frame. You definitely sound like you’re enjoying it. You said you got a rush from the blood to your head. I had blood rush to mine too. Oh, different head for sure, but wow. That was fun.

We did have fun. We both got satisfied. I am happy that I could plant my cock into that amazing pussy again. When can I have it next? I promise I’ll try hard to please. I want more. Memories come back now. I’m glad you didn’t put up a stoplight. Fuck traffic. I'll keep these memories.

Thank you.