Enamored…

When he laughs, my whole being feels.  It’s real laughter, no games, no pretense, no falsehood.  And I’m pleased.

When he touches me, my whole being trembles.  His touch reminds me I’m alive and awakens every sense.

And when he kisses me, I melt into him and I remember the first time we kissed and he melted into me then and I want to cry, tears of awesome joy and happiness and this, this lust, this inner peace is something, it’s all something, waiting to be explored.

And when he enters me, my God, how I want to give him all of me.  My body yields fully into him and I want to give him more and more and more.  And I let him take me and let him feel every last bit of my existence and I feel him inside and it’s right, it’s all right and I kiss his neck and run my nails along his back and kiss his shoulder to avoid screaming and this is love, this is love we’re making, it’s all love we’re making.  I’m totally and completely enamored by him.

He’s finishing my thoughts and completing my sentences and this is too soon, it’s too quick, it’s too much passion all at one time and I have no control, I can’t help it, I just want it, I want him, I want it all.

And when he says my name….

Nothing else matters.  Life is complete.  It’s all emotions rolled into one, my passion, my lust, my peace, my joy, my happiness and I just want to hold him and hear him again and feel him again and kiss him, my God, how I love his kisses and it’s complete.

I’m complete.

I just want to hear my name in his mouth again…

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Till You’re Ready

You’re still here.  Not as much as before, but you’re here.

You pop in suddenly, like you want to remind me. 

But I don’t need reminders.  I remember you all on my own.

I remember the shape of your eyes, the hue of brown they were, how they shone when you looked at me.

Yes, your eyes shine. 

I remember the smile you didn’t really like, but I loved.  Love.  Still.

And your voice.  I remember it.  And your laugh.  To a tee, I remember.

And your feel.  I remember how you feel when I lay my head on your chest and your heart thumping in excitement or nervousness or whatever it is, but I feel it beating against me and I remember your back muscles and your arms, dear God, why do I remember it just like yesterday?

And then, I wonder if you’re loving, if you’re letting someone love you.  I wonder if you’re touching or who’s touching you.  I wonder who your heart beats for, who’s making your heart beat, who’s got you.

Sometimes, most times, when he’s deep in my walls and I’m closing my eyes and reaching, it’s you above me, you’re helping me reach, you’re helping me get it and get it and get it again.  And it’s your name in my head, your name I see in the darkness of my eyelids, your eyes in my memory, your mouth sucking all the life out of my soul, your teeth biting my lip, your tongue soothing that bite as you moan my name, over and over and over in pleasure.

And when he spills and I adjust my body to accept him, it’s you I’m accepting, you who’s spilling.  And I want to yell out, I want to make you hear me, make you feel me, make you more than just a damn memory.  I want you to feel it, I want you to hear it, I want you to remember.

These damn memories.

They’re here.  They’re not going away.

And I’ll wait.

Until you’re ready.  

For the next time you contact me.  

For Now

I have no right.  I mean, she’s to you what he’s to me right?

But, couldn’t you be honest? When you were pounding into me and loving me those nights, was she there?  Was she in your thoughts?  Did you imagine her?

I doubt it.  Not the way you held my head the way you did.  Not the way your fingers dug deep in my skin the way they did.  And absolutely not the way you fit inside me like the missing piece of that frustrating puzzle, the way you did.

Does she do you like me?  Does she make you squirm and throw your head back in ecstasy like me?  Does she make you tense up as you spill your seed inside like me?

Nah.  You’re not in the right place, your mind ain’t right.  You don’t want this.  You said so yourself.  Unless that was a lie too.  Was that a lie?  Will I ever know the truth?  Will I ever be your truth?

Photograph me.  Pull me up behind you like you did that night and photograph my mouth on you doing what you like that I do to you.  Throw me on the bed and turn me over and snap away as you push inside and pull me up and push inside and pull me up.  Again.  And again.  And again.  Snap away.  Go ahead daddy.  Snap away.

Take that money shot and post that shit on your Instagram and tell all your friends about how good you did me, how crazy I fucked you, how maddening you made me, how urgently you insisted and how quickly I made you…

Come.

Come clean.  Leave her behind.  Let her be.  And when you call me again, when you want me again, when you want that real dirty, I’ll make sure you forget her, Mr. Crushboy.

Lazy Love

Oh, you got that, I don’t wanna,

That I don’t wanna go nowhere, lazy love,

You got that, I don’t wanna,

That I don’t wanna do nothing, that lazy love. ~ NeYo, “Lazy Love.”

He greets me at the door wearing sweat pants and a wife beater.  He has no idea what one of those items does for my thirst, imagine the deadly combo…

He’s barefoot and comfortable and immediately this makes me smile.  He lets me in and half hugs me but I fold into him and he hugs me again, fully, hands tightly around my back like this happens every day…

I can’t stop looking at his arms.  He has no idea how many times his arms have been in my thoughts, how many times those arms kept my legs up in the air, how many times those arms were above my head, how many times I bit into his flesh…

His pants are too big and they slide ever so discreetly over the vee of his torso and goddamn, I think, why doesn’t he tighten that string that’s made specifically for that reason and then I think, maybe he did that on purpose because he wants to tease me and get me on my knees…

His back is strong and sculpted and again, he has no idea about how I feel about strong backs or else he wouldn’t make me follow him but I follow him into the kitchen and watch as he struggles to open up a bottle of wine and it’s clear he doesn’t have to do that often and again, I smile, because he’s doing this solely for me and I think too much and I like to make up stories in my mind and this particular story in my mind in his kitchen is endearing…

It’s not small talk.  It’s like he knows I hate small talk because our conversation flows and our words mingle and already he’s finishing my sentences and I just want to kiss him as I watch his mouth move and his lips, Jesus, his lips…

And I say something that makes him smile and his eyes crinkle in the corner and motherfuck, why do I want to lick his crinkle, why are his eyes so sexy…

He leads me upstairs and I could tell he cleaned up for me, a girl knows when a man gets ready for her and he did, he got ready for me and again, another thought pops into my head and I’m saying this is all too good to be true…

I want nothing more than to lay him down on his neatly made bed, nothing more than to pull those sweat pants down over that vee and have that back under my fingertips and have those arms in between my teeth.  But I don’t.

I sit on the chair in the corner…

Ambition Of A Ride Her

I could enjoy waking up to my cock in your mouth and my balls in your hands, enjoying the tips of your nails over my skin, the veins pulsing in your mouth.  I wanna see those eyes gazing into mine as you crave me, please me, so ambitiously.

Ambitiously?  You’ll be easy to please, hard from the moment I slide you in my mouth, eager and ready to shove all of your length inside my warmth.

See how ambitious that is?  Yes, I’m eager.  Eager to watch you soak my cock with your spit, pulling back just enough so I don’t come.

You want to mess up my face, don’t you?

Nah.  I want to mess up your voice.

Oh.

Yes.  I want to find ways that you can suck all this out of me, throat fuck deep into that mouth baby, lick the shaft, smack your lips on my balls; I want to run my fingers through your hair and pull on it while my cock is fully submerged in your mouth, the tip lodged in the back of your throat, holding on to your head as I fuck your mouth, you delightful fuck, making me come repeatedly.

Wow.  You want to spill that load into my mouth that bad?

Yes.

And I’ll take it.  And once I’ve had enough of sucking you, I’m going to sit this pussy up on you and feel you deep within my walls.  And you’ll be torn because you’ll want to get back into my mouth, but all it makes you do is fuck me harder because you’re so mad at your indecision, that you’ll slam up into me, making my eyes tear and pulling my hair so hard, I’ll cry out.

I’m going to want to fuck you from the front, feel those tits pressed against me.

I know.  Because I’m going to want to feel you press down on me while I run my fingers along your spine, over that curve of your behind, pull you closer into me, deeper.

I want to give you all the sensations; fuck your mouth, play with your clit, suck on your thighs and see where you give up first.  I say you’ll stop sucking, only because the kisses on your thighs would drive you up the wall and you won’t be able to concentrate on my dick.

You’re right.  I won’t.

I’m going to fasten a belt around your throat and make sure you take it all, you delicious fuck.

Jesus.  You can’t do me like this.

I can.  You’re mine to fuck and I will do you as I please.

I Won’t Tell..

Baby I won’t tell

If you don’t want me to

‘Cause I got a thing for you

I’ll do anything for ya 

Baby I won’t tell 

I’ll never do bad to you

‘Cause baby you got it, and you got me

I got a thing for ya

I. Won’t. Tell.

I smoked.

I had to.  I mean, the satisfaction without the full satisfaction, you know, I just had to.

The way he pushed my hair aside, gently.  He didn’t pull it.  He gently slid it off my shoulders for easier access to my neck.

Just relax.  I want you to relax and enjoy yourself.  Let me enjoy you.

And his mouth moved better than I anticipated, more seductive, so seductive.

Your lips are softer and bigger than I thought.  I like that.

And he wanted to make sure I felt him, as he laid in between my legs, caressing and massaging my back and shoulders and that crazy gentleness I never expected.

This is mine.  It’s all mine now.

And I agreed, as he dipped his head low and in between and flicked his tongue and made me mad for waiting so long but made me writhe with excitement for finally, finally being there, underneath him while his head moved for better access.

I’m just getting started.  I’m not going to be done with you for a while.

And I moaned aloud at that and smiled as he licked my ear and did everything I should be doing to him, already anticipating the anticipation of what was to come.

He pushed up into me and his moans were my moans and he spoke; he spoke these words of want and lust and passion that I didn’t know existed and…

You’re going to have to come back.  I’m going to want this again.

I was still, my knuckles clenched as white as his duvet but yet, I was still, enjoying it, motionless, aside from the sound of his body against mine, my body accepting all the love he was giving, wanting not to break the spell…

Fuck.

And with an intensity, so much authority that had me questioning life and dreams, he cried out and let me have all of him.

  

  

Scarlett

  
She stood dangerously close to him. He could smell her perfume and it was intoxicating.

They’d been working together on this high-profile client for a few days now and it was more than obvious that Scarlett wanted his ass.

Damian had made it clear time and again that they had a deadline to meet, even if it meant working late hours. The sun had already set and no one was at the office. This wasn’t cool.

Michael was almost positive Damian was doing this to distract his thoughts from Savannah.

Scarlett leaned over and pointed out some numbers to him. Fuck. He had to say something to her if he was going to concentrate on this deadline.

“Listen,” he began. “I need to make something clear before we continue this working relationship.”

She smiled her pretty smile at him. Her eyes shone, in a way that was distracting.

“Michael,” she interrupted, placing a hand on his forearm. “There’s no denying this, this vibe we got going on,” she said as she waved her hand between the both of them.

Michael moved away and rubbed his forehead. All he could think about was Savannah. Her phone was still off and she hadn’t replied to any of his text messages. It’d been almost two months since he’d last seen her at Damian’s house

“There’s no vibe. The only reason we’re here is because Damian gave us this goddamn deadline that needs to be met. We’re coworkers. Nothing more.” Michael’s voice had risen slightly higher than he anticipated.

Scarlett wasn’t moved. It seemed to intrigue her even more. She reached up and touched Michael’s face. Michael let out a long sigh. Two months since he’d felt the touch of a woman. His woman. Two damn months.

“What do you want Scarlett?”  There was no denying the anger and frustration in his voice.

Scarlett immediately took this as an invitation to seduce him. This was what she’d wanted since she first laid eyes on him, since Damian first told her about him…

She didn’t miss a beat. Immediately, her hands were at Michael’s belt buckle, fumbling with his zipper, reaching into his boxers to feel his length.

Michael couldn’t help but moan.

Scarlett dropped to her knees and looked up at Michael.

“You want me to stop?”

He was speechless.  He grabbed the back of her head and closed his eyes.  He didn’t want to, but he wanted to.

“Savannah”, he whispered.

Scarlett heard this but she rolled her eyes and continued her descent.

She was pleased at what she felt and she wanted to make him forget that whore. She couldn’t believe how he’d been treated by Savannah and Scarlett wanted to make sure Michael was treated the way a man should; especially this man.  He was yummy and she couldn’t wait to have him.

She took him in her mouth in one fell swoop and almost came from the response she received from him.  His hands were all up in her hair, while he pulled her mouth closer and aimed for the back of her throat.

Scarlett could sense the frustration in Michael from the day she set eyes on him and Damian made it clear what had to be done.  She didn’t think she’d be this attracted to Michael and his pleasure was her main concern.

Michael exhaled as he thrust in and out of her mouth, feeling her tongue glide up and down and around his pipe and bringing him back to thoughts of Savannah.  He was nearing climax and almost angrily, he pulled out of Scarlett’s mouth.

Scarlett got to her feet and made eye contact with Michael.  She licked her lips briefly and then turned around and threw her ass back into his bulge.  She lifted her dress and quickly pulled off her panties.

Michael threw his head back in annoyance.  If only he knew, if only he knew for certain Savannah was with Damian.  He needed to know, he had to know.  He wasn’t going to let Scarlett manipulate him with her mouth skills and hurt Savannah.  He couldn’t do it…

Scarlett adjusted her stance and leaned back into Michael, her neck just inches away from his mouth.

“Take me,” she teased.  She reached behind her back and curled her fingers around his girth, anxious to be filled by him.  “Take me like you take Savannah.”

Michael tensed up and immediately pushed her away.

“What did you say?”

“Take me like you take her.  Fuck me like you fuck her.”

“What do you know about Savannah?” He persisted.

“Not much.  Except she’s too busy being Damian’s whore.”

Michael pulled Scarlett into his chest and kissed her, deep and wet and a little too harshly.  He turned Scarlett over and bent her over the table.  She was moaning and panting and excited she was finally getting him.  She gasped when he finally entered her and she felt every inch of him slide back and forth.  She held on to the edge of the table and pushed back against him, making him forget whatever was on his mind.

Michael slid into her, pushing as far as he could, as he pulled her hair and thrust into her repeatedly.  Savannah’s sweet smile crossed his mind and he couldn’t help but whisper her name as he spilled into Scarlett.

From across the hall, in his office, Damian smiled.  Finally.  His mission was complete.  Savannah would soon be his.