bench

you said something to me the other day, in email.  said it and probably forgot it; i mean really, who thinks much about that kind of comment?  “I wish I had spent the afternoon in bed with you.  Bent over-ahh, love to see it slide into you and stretch you.”  that’s a little bit of nothing that is.

and yet.

and yet instantly i had an image of myself kneeling on the bench at the foot of the bed from our last hotel room.  a bench we never got around to using.  a bench that is very well padded and rests against a king size bed with lots of room for wet spots.  a bench that is the exact correct height for me to rest on as you pound me.

and i want you to pound me.  i don’t want you to be nice and gently and make love to me.  hell i don’t even care if you reach around with your hand and flick my clit

nope, i want you to take your giant cock and slam it into my dripping hole and then do it again and again and again until i’m mindless with lust and you’re so close to coming you can’t believe how hard and big you are as you watch yourself fuck me over and over again.

i want those heavy swinging testicles of yours to slap my clit with every shot, to slap and hit and tease until i’m so wet that not even a condom can suck the moisture out of my pussy.  so wet that i hear a wet slap every time you slide home.  so wet that anything that touches me is drenched and shiny from my juices.

i want you to hold my hips and fuck me like a blow up doll; fuck me like my pleasure is irrelevant to yours, like i’m just a convenient hole for you to use. fuck me and fuck me and fuck me again until i’m lost in a haze of pheremones and sex and you can do anything you like to me.

i can already feel your cock slamming into my throbbing and ready body; feel you stretching me and sinking yourself in to the root.  feel myself quivering and coming so hard around your cock that it’s all you can do not to come.  feel your fingers mashing my breasts hard enough to bruise and pinching my nipples between your thick fingers.

feel you using my body for your pleasure and hitting the roof of my vagina with every thrust.

i can even feel you greasing one of those thick fingers of yours in lube and shoving it hard and fast into my winking pink rosebud.  feel your finger sliding in and out in a rhythm that doesn’t quite match the thrusts of your giant cock.  feel you stretching my ass and knowing what you intend and still just screaming with lust and want.

feel you spreading my legs wider and wrapping an arm around my hips and then a second and driving me on and off your cock until suddenly, dripping with my juices, you pull out and slide your finger out of my anus at the same time.  i tense briefly, oh so briefly and then relax and you laugh and ready yourself.

you flirt with my rosebud, press in just a little and then release, press in a little and release.  i feel you squirt more lube, this one thicker and heavier and then with one hand around my hips and the other guiding your throbbing member you pull my quivering ass on to your cock.  slow, so slow you slide inch by long thick inch into my innocent little asshole.

inch by inch until i’m screaming and thrusting myself against you you slide yourself into my body.

i’m not sure i’ve ever felt so full in my life and still i feel your big heavy balls tickling my clit as you fuck my ass.

little gushers are erupting from my pussy now and trickling along my channel to my clit or rolling down my legs.  i feel my juices flowing from my body and find myself getting even more aroused at the thought that i am letting you use my body this way.

i hear you groan and mutter words of encouragement to me as you slide in and out of my very lubed and extremely tight ass.  i can’t even believe you got your giant member in there but oh god it feels so good.

i am so close, quivering and crying and ready to come  again and you reach around with those brutal fingers and mash my clit a little until i come, screaming and crying all over your still hard cock and feeling my asshole clench and release and try to milk you.  you laugh again and slowly, oh so slowly, drag your member from my body.

i hear the condom drop to the floor and another laugh before warm liquid spatters my back and anus and i come again just because i’m so sensitized now that your cum all over my body combined with that one brutal finger sends me back over the edge.

i feel it and i see it and i hear it and i smell it.  please please make it happen soon so i can live it!

 

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i’m working, sitting there and watching the body in front of me and

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i’m back, last night, against that very wall.  the one just across from the door.  the one behind my back when i lackadaisically kissed you good night.

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again watching my client and hoping they don’t notice that i just

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kissed you and kind of stroked my tongue across yours so you made that little noise that i find both irritating and deeply arousing.  you made that little noise and your hands wandered down the sides of my tanktop even as i reached my arms behind you.

reached and ran my fingers up your back in a way that i knew incites you; and even then i wasn’t really there,  i was sleepy and tired and wanted you to go home so i could fall down and enjoy the silence.  fall down and close my eyes.  i was fantasizing about sleeping even while you were stroking my breasts and tickling my nipples.

i didn’t really notice the heaviness spreading through my pelvic floor or the little pulse, i just know that i found myself taking a step back to lean on the wall.  lean on the wall while you touched me freely and happily; a musician learning the shape of an instrument before he really gets down to playing her.  not trying to arouse… exactly.

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went away.  i just went away and left them doing this exercise for god knows how long.  flustered i have them go into something known well, homework review i call it because i am not here today i am

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just feeling your way through my clothing and down my legs.  a stroke along the crease of my bottom elicited a moan and a wriggle from me that i hardly noticed so lost was i in your kiss that hadn’t stopped.  that kiss that so easily captured my senses and dropped tingles into that place in my belly.  you know the place, it’s the one that swirls when someone with the good pheremones starts touching you.  the one you wish worked on command, just because.

i pulsed and wanted your magical hands on my skin.  i didn’t care that you were going home or that you had your shoes on; i didn’t care that i was exhausted and needed to pass out, i just wanted you to touch me without my damn top or my freaking floor length peasant skirt.

my skin wanted you to touch it, to keep touching it as you had been idly doing for some time.  to touch it with intent.

my skin wanted

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today i am clearly not in the room.  today i am clearly in a daze.  every single time my glance strays to the wall opposite the door, the one in sight from the entire room i work in i just

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wanted you to take it for your own and oh miracle of miracles you heard my silent plea and your large hands slid the fabric up my leg and you wasted not a second more before you were playing the centre of my body like it was the most exquisite guitar you’d ever played.

you stayed, your ears and mouth near mine to catch my every sighed breath and whimper and mewl.  your fingers danced on my clitoris and then up and inside my body as you alternately kissed me and listened to me gasp for breath.

my knees wobbled and i reached for your mouth even as you groaned your satisfaction and a rush of my own fluid moistened my leg.  i shuddered and pulsed into your hand and you just kept playing.  i blessed every second you had ever played a stringed instrument and proceeded to lose my mind.

i stood, legs wide and back against the wall as my pelvis rocked and shuddered and my abs quivered.  i stood with one of your hands on my breast and the other on clit or in my pussy or who knows where and shuddered and bucked against the wall while you straddled my legs with yours and held me there with your body.  i think you were even holding me upright because i know my knees weren’t working.

i felt my juices rush from my body and soak your hand and the delighted laugh you gave in response.  your tongue invaded my mouth before pulling back to dance, your lips melded to mine and pressing just hard enough.  our bodies made a circle of two and i gushed again, so much that i heard it splatter on the floor and i blushed and squirmed a little.

just a little because you were making that delighted noise and dancing on my clitoris with those magic fingers, evoking shudders and squeals from me and whole new piles of girl juice.  again and again i heard my liquit hit the floor, felt it in rivulets down my leg and then creeping to touch my bare feet as the puddle spread.

i flooded again at the thought of making an actual puddle.  making a puddle that spread again and even hit your boots i splashed so much. i might have felt bad for your boots if i could have thought anything past “ohmygodohmygodohmygod” which i couldn’t say because you were busy swallowing my gasps and sighs with that mouth of yours.

random thoughts were floating through my brain as endorphins flooded me and i continued to come and come on your magical hands.  my feet were slipping on the soaked tiles and still. still you played my body and danced it to your tune and i loved every second of it.

every single second.

and then you stopped.  stopped because that was surely enough and besides…

and you tore your mouth away from mine and dragged yourself regretfully away from my shuddering body and smiled sort of sadly as you reached for the door.  and then you laughed and said the solo wasn’t done yet and you came back in for one last

gasp and shudder and gush and gush again and tongue sweep and nipple squeeze and stroke and taste and pant and tremble and buck repeatedly until you’re glad your ass isn’t any skinnier and you don’t know how your knees haven’t given way and

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i just can’t stay here today, i’m still living in last night.