You want to know how I imagine you in my mind? This is it:
I picture a lion, eyeing his prey. That’s what you look like to me, just not as…threatening. And you embrace me once you reach me, your arms tightly wound on my back. And when your grip loosens, just a smidge, your hands drop, below my waist, just above the curve of my behind, as you wait for comfirmation from me, urging you to go ahead, go lower.
And you do. Your long fingers curl just right, a perfect fit on my curves, and you bury your head into my neck and you inhale. You comment on my scent, how I smell just as you imagined and your lips graze my earlobe. I shiver, warm tingles filling up my insides.
I’m responding just how you want me to so you continue. Your mouth plays at my ear, inaudible murmurs escaping my throat. My hands are clenching your biceps now, my head turned to enable your mouth full access.
Your tongue traces every inch of skin, my cheek, my brow, my eyelids, the bridge of my nose; you pause to plant a kiss on my mouth. You stop to look at me and continue your exploration, gently leaving kisses along my jawline, my chin, down my neck and into my valley.
I’m digging into your shoulders now, my knees weak, my head light, thoughts of wanting to get laid down.
…in my head, late at night.
His fingers strummed my hips. I laid on the spot in his arms, that nook right below his shoulder. His lips grazed my forehead. My hand rested on his stomach, my fingers playing with the drawstring of his sweat pants. I was two glasses of wine in. He, a few beers.
I sensed the change in his breathing, proof of his arousal…
The strumming became stroking. I let my fingers glide over the fabric, gently scratching his erection on my way back up. A smile creeped my lips.
“Pull it out,” he demanded. I teased.
His hands were now rough and possessive on my skin, reaching up to grab a fistful of hair. My head was thrown back. My eyes met his; dark, hazy. That look.
I couldn’t wait. I swept down and took the length of him in my mouth, forcing as much as I could bear. My favourite sound escaped his lips.
There was no time wasted. He stood up and led me to his bedroom, forcing my body to bend over the side of his bed. He pulled my pants down with one hand, while the other wrapped around my waist.
“You ready?” He reached in between my legs. “Oh, you’re ready.”
In an instant I was filled, my whole existence succumbing to this force of his, this awareness of pleasure deep within my walls.
I couldn’t think, couldn’t process, couldn’t wait to feel what I’d been missing.
He moved within me, his strokes getting faster, my body matching his rhythm.
“You want this?” He pulled me up and turned me to face him. I nodded. His lips grazed my chin. I lifted my head, granting him full access. His head dipped and his tongue flicked at the skin on my throat. He knew I wanted it.
I sat down and pulled him down with me.
My hands slid down his back and over his behind, cupping the round flesh in my palms. I adjusted my position and he thrust inside me, groans of pleasure between us. He smiled down at me and I smiled up at him. That moment being the one I look forward to every time, when I know what comes next.
He pushed into me, my legs wrapping immediately around him, his mouth on my breasts and my neck and my hair and my mouth. His tongue moved in unison with his hips, pushing me slightly higher into a different state of mind.
“Who’s my man?” I said in between gasps of pleasure.
“I am. I’m your man. I’m your man and you’re about to feel…” His voice broke off as he pounded deeper, looking into my eyes as I stared intently back into his.
“Come for me,” he whispered. “Come with me.”
It was as if on command. My body responded as my legs stretched out beneath him, the waves threatening to crash inside and over and under and….
….words jumbled together: Fuck. Man. Baby. Jesus. Oh. Kiss. Fuck. Baby. Girl. Yes. Yes. Yes.
I clung to his shoulders, aware of the throbbing going on between us, the fierce madness my insides hadn’t felt in so long. I cried out, the sound stuck in my throat, tears welling in my eyes. He sensed the force that was threatening to weaken me so he pulled me close, covering my mouth with his, one hand around my neck and again commanded, “Let it go. Give it to me.” Once, twice, three times my body convulsed under his weight, relief and satisfaction apparent in my limbs, both of us trying to steady the heavy breathing.
And it ended exactly how it began. I laid on the spot in his arms…his fingers strumming…
…and his lips grazed my forehead.
after a couple of days away,
a few licks and
the feeling of a popped cherry;
we use chairs and
other household accessories as well
with the goal of uncaging
a singing Canary;
because the explosion
got her fluttering;
the sweet taste of honey
coating the tongue,
going smoothly down my throat;
please put on a show,
let me spark up the evo,
3D, you holding your legs by your knees;
reaching out for my extension,
that feeling tension
making it hard for you
push, then breathe
put it all on repeat…
it ain’t like you’re going to
insist that I leave.
And here you come.
Written by Lawrence Peoples a.k.a. People’s G. Riot ©
I know it’s your day but I want to unwrap you. I want to peel away every item that’s keeping me from…
….that skin. That milk chocolate that melts in my mouth. Sweet. Delicious.
I want to intertwine my fingers with yours and look into your eyes and let you know when…
…I’m ready. That mouth that speaks nothing but sweetness, talking about “princess” and “baby” but you know I ain’t nobody’s princess. Take me from this kingdom though….
….take me anywhere.
It’s your birthday. Feel free to take me anywhere. Take this love I give you, do with it as you please.
I’ll make you remember today, make you wish every day was your birthday. I’ll blow at your ear the way I do and lick your navel like you like me to. Heh. You got me rhyming.
Lets celebrate. Let me unwrap you. And then…
…you can unwrap me too.
Happy birthday Michael.
Five years. We met for the first time right after your birthday; I wanting to make up for lost time, you wanting to stop time. Nothing’s changed since then aside from stronger feelings and happier hearts. And you? You make this heart smile. From the moment you pulled at my coat collar to kiss me, lips quivering in anticipation, hearts pounding, you had me.
I want to celebrate. Unwrap me now…
It’s a good day today. Esperanza let my hair hang loose. And I’m wearing a dress. We’re meeting Master Damian outside in the terrace for brunch today. I have to address him as Master Damian. Esperanza warned me. He can be mean if I don’t. And I know what happens when he’s mean.
Esperanza makes me feel better. Especially when she bathes me. She spoils me here. I enjoy the way she kisses me when I’m crying and she’s trying to soothe me. I especially enjoy it when she kisses me and Master Damian watches. I know he feels bad most times.
Someone is coming to meet me today. Usually it’s just the three of us but Master said this person is very influential and I should be extra sweet and submissive. So I took some extra medication. Esperanza let me lick it off her stomach. She’s so sexy.
I’m not wearing any panties under this dress. Imagine Master’s surprise when he reaches in between my legs. Esperanza applied special cream too. She said I need to be delicious. I’m so excited.
I got a glimpse of myself in the mirror today. The bruise above my eye is healing nicely. And the marks have almost disappeared from my breasts. My lips are chapped but that’s only because Damian likes to rough me up. Esperanza put some lipgloss on me.
I have to sit still at the table. Esperanza keeps scolding me. She makes me feel like a little girl. But how can I behave when I know we’re expecting a guest? I haven’t talked to anyone besides Esperanza in….weeks, I think. Master doesn’t really talk to me. He just gives me orders.
He just walked in. He’s wearing casual pants and a white tshirt. He’s so sexy. I can’t wait to have him in my mouth.
“Come here,” he directs this statement at me. I stand up and he twirls me around and plants a big, wet kiss on my lips. I try to inch my tongue into his mouth but he pushes me away and tells me to behave. He didn’t feel under my dress and I’m disappointed.
Esperanza gets up and he kisses her lovingly. I think they’re in love. But sometimes he loves me too.
He pushes Esperanza against the table and rips her blouse open to expose her bare breasts. He likes when we’re naked and ready for him. We rarely wear underclothes. Esperanza wraps her legs around his waist as he removes his belt. He always makes me watch, even when I try looking away.
There was one time Damian had his bodyguard hold my head down so he could shove his dick in my mouth after he fucked her. I told him I didn’t want to and I cried and struggled but eventually the drugs they gave me made me feel better; like how I’m feeling now. The drugs make me nice and I forget why I’m angry or sad.
He’s fucking her. She’s watching me. I know she wants to kiss me but I can’t do anything until Master says so. I feel the wetness and I wish I was her. I’ll get my chance soon enough. I just have to wait patiently and stop squirming or else things will go bad…
“Savannah,” he calls and motions for me. Esperanza sits up on the table and grabs my face and kisses me, passionately and deeply. I hear Master Damian’s moans and I know what’s coming up.
“Bend over,” he instructs me, just as I cock my ass up to him. Esperanza is standing beside me, her fingers gently playing with my hair. I know she’s close by just in case things get ugly. We both know how Damian loses control. I feel Damian in between my legs and I ready myself for the mixed pain and pleasure. Esperanza moans. I like when she moans. And I especially like it when Damian moans. Sometimes I wish it were just me and him, especially when he fucks her and makes me watch. But today I get to join in the fun and hopefully he’ll let me come.
He fills my pussy up suddenly without any notice or warning. I love how deep he gets and how filled with his cock my pussy gets. He makes me feel filthy. Today I like it. Most times I remember Michael and get sad.
He pushes into me again, taking me back to the present. Damian reaches around me and places one hand around my neck and fondles my breast with his other hand. I hear Esperanza moan and I can’t help but moan with her. Damian is nearing his satisfaction so he pounds into me deeper, faster. I arch my back to take him fully and prepare for the waves of bliss my body craves.
I feel my insides tighten and clench and I make sure to squeeze my muscles around his dick. I want him to want me the way he wants Esperanza…
Damian is fucking me fully now. He’s in full control and I feel my orgasm building. I want this release desperately. I want to come all over him – if only he’d let me…
Damian stills for a second, spilling into me. I try to move against him, furthering my pleasure but he smacks my behind. Hard. I look back over my shoulder and watch him, his eyes flickering in the sunlight. I hold his gaze and smile, noticing a hint of softness in his eyes; perhaps my thoughts are cloudy because of the drugs. I haven’t known Damian’s gentleness since that first night.
Damian straightens himself up and Esperanza is at his side immediately. She holds my hand and helps me up and fluffs my hair. She kisses my mouth softly and says in her quiet and slightly accented voice, “I will take care of you later.”
“No need mi corazon,” Damian announces. “I have plans for Savannah later.”
Looks are exchanged between the two and I can’t help the pang of jealousy I feel. I miss what’s mine.
“Sit,” Damian instructs. “Eat.”
I sit at my designated seat in between Damian and Esperanza and reach for my orange juice. The maid comes around with some fresh fruit and croissants.
I sip my juice slowly, not really having much of an appetite lately. My thoughts wander to the first night I met Damian. I don’t regret what we did but….
I have so many questions. And whenever I’ve tried to ask them, things always get ugly.
I dismiss my thoughts so no one notices my change in mood. There’s a shadow by the entrance and I look up to lock eyes with the most amazing green eyes I’ve ever seen. I can’t help but stare.
Damian stands to greet him and the man doesn’t take his eyes away from mine. Damian looks over at me and frowns. I lower my gaze and glance at Esperanza who smiles a knowing smile.
“He’s yours, mamasita. You will enjoy today,” she whispers. I don’t know what she means but I smile at her.
Damian and the new man exchange some words and they both walk over to the table. Damian introduces him to me as Grayson.
Grayson is taller than Damian and his skin is creamy and sun-kissed. His white polo is snug around his arms and chest and he is absolutely breath-taking at this precise moment. His hair is light brown and falls slightly over his forehead. He’s older. I can tell by the way his eyes crinkle when he smiles at me.
I am immediately smitten.
And something tells me Master will be upset…
Logan flirted wildly as they dined together. She felt so comfortable around him. She discovered that Tyler was a country boy who had moved to the next town over a few years ago on a job promotion. He was also polite, charming and very attentive, intently watching her lips move when she spoke. She was having such a good time that she actually felt a tinge of disappointment when he asked to use the phone to call his family.
When he excused himself and went into the living room to use the phone, she started clearing the table to make room for dessert, hoping he had time to have a slice of her pie. She was really enjoying his company. As she moved about the kitchen she found herself thinking about his mouth and imagining how soft those lips would feel on hers. She wondered how his hands, which she had closely examined each time he lifted his fork to his lips, would feel as they gripped her behind. “Oh Logan, you’ve had too much to drink,” she whispered.
“Excuse me? Did you say something?” She turned toward the sound of his voice and was slightly taken aback by how close he was to her.
“Oh, it was nothing,” she said quietly, admiring his gorgeous eyes once more.
“So? Did you get through to your family?”
“I sure did. It seems the roads are closed all the way around town. I’ll have to make my way over to the nearest motel and wait ‘til the plows clean up the snow in the morning so I can get my truck towed.”
He glanced out her window at the snowflakes swirling violently through the air. “It’s real cold outside.”
She fought the feeling to ask him to stay over. She didn’t want him to get the wrong idea. Still, he could easily sleep on the couch; but the way he was looking at her…
“Well, there’s no rush then, right? How about we have another drink and you can taste some of my apple pie before you trek back out there to face the storm?” she said sweetly.
“I’d like that, Logan,” he smiled and then lifted his hand to touch her cheek.
“Good.” She leaned into his hand, letting him cup her face.
“You’ve been quite the hostess. Thank you very much for welcoming me into your home and feeding me.” He ran his finger along her bottom lip.
“You’re a beautiful woman and it’s taken every ounce of my control not to grab you and do some very dirty things to you.” Dear God. Logan felt her pulse quicken.
“What if I want you to lose control?” she whispered. “What if I were to tell you I’d like to know just what kind of things you’re talking about?” He stepped towards her and pinned her body against the kitchen counter.
“It starts with your mouth. I’ve been imagining what your mouth tastes like and how it would feel against my skin. I want to feel your tongue on my neck, down on my chest.”
He grabbed the back of her head with one hand, startling and exciting her at the same time, and with the other, he reached down below her waist and cupped her bottom.
“I’ve imagined my hands on your body, caressing your breasts, your back and this fine ass here.” His hands slid down to her thighs, gripping them firmly. Then Logan was off her feet, her legs wrapped around his waist, her arms encircling his neck, and her lips only inches from his.
He carried her into the living room. “I envisioned carrying you to your living room floor and removing every last bit of clothing from your body. I want to see your skin glowing in the firelight. I want to see your beautiful brown eyes shine in the darkness of the room.”
Logan pressed her body into his and inhaled his scent, feeling heady at all the feelings being reawakened inside her. He lay her gently down on the rug in front of the fire and resting his chest against hers, Tyler studied her face, passion and lust evident in his eyes.
“Logan, are you sure you want me here? Are you certain you want this?” She swallowed hard.
“Yes Tyler. I’m positive.” He kissed her, his soft, full mouth pressing against hers. She wanted desperately to feel all of him. She parted her lips and he took the invitation, sliding his tongue slowly into her mouth, as he kissed her deeply. Logan could feel the length of his growing shaft in between her legs. She hadn’t felt the hardness of a man in a long while. She wanted more.
Logan parted her legs, inviting him in.
“Tyler”, she spoke breathlessly. “I want to feel you inside me.”
Tyler began to unbutton her blouse revealing the soft pink of her lace bra. She arched her back as he kissed the newly exposed skin. He turned her over onto her belly, unzipped her skirt and slowly slid it over her full hips. She heard him take in a sharp breath of air when he noticed she wasn’t wearing any panties. His tongue followed his hands down her back to her buttocks, where he bit her gently. Logan groaned loudly and turned around to face him. She sat up, her hands working feverishly to remove his shirt. As she slid his dress shirt off his shoulders, he unbuckled his belt. She quickly unzipped his pants, revealing the prominent bulge in his boxer briefs. She watched him watch her as she eased his rigid cock out of his underpants with both hands. Tyler parted Logan’s legs and slid his length deep inside her. Logan closed her eyes and cried out, surges of pain and pleasure running through her body. She coiled her arms around his back, pressing him further into her. She opened her eyes to gaze into his, and saw the intense pleasure she was feeling reflected in his eyes. She rocked her body in time with his and wrapped her legs around his waist, driving his cock deeper inside her.
“Oh Logan baby, you feel so sweet, so good,” he moaned between ragged, shallow breaths. He bent his head to kiss her again as he began moving faster inside her. Logan bucked harder beneath him, thrusting her body up to meet his demands.
“Tyler,” she whispered. “Don’t stop. Don’t stop.” She was getting close and she sensed that Tyler was too.
“Oh baby girl,” he growled into her ear, his whole body tensing as he continued to pound himself into her.
“Oh God. Don’t stop, Tyler. Don’t stop,” she shrieked as her orgasm tore through her, tremors exploding through her body and down into her legs.
Minutes later they lay in each other’s arms in front of the fireplace, both their bodies glistening with sweat. Tyler looked up at the grandfather clock next to the fireplace as it struck midnight, and then turned to gaze into Logan’s eyes.
“Merry Christmas, Logan. Thank you for one of the best Christmases I’ve had in a long time.”
“And to think we wouldn’t have met if your truck hadn’t broken down on my street.” Logan kissed his lips softly. “Merry Christmas to you, Tyler.”