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.


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?


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.




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.

Hey Lover

“Hey lover, this is more than a crush” – LL Cool J
You said you wanted me “unfiltered”.  This is me, “unfiltered”….I miss you.  My body misses you and my mind misses you even more.  My eyes imagine your mouth, the perfect shape of your full lips, on my neck….you know the way I throw my head back and trail my fingertips down my neck?  Yes.  I know you know.  I imagine your lips there.  And right here.

I see you and the way you’re positioned.  Inviting.  Waiting.  Fully aroused at the thought of having me.  How do you want me?  Bent over?  Ready.  Laying on my back?  Always ready.  On top of you? Mmmm…

I read your text messages, over and over throughout the day, when I’m anxious to hear from you and throughout the night, when my body aches for your touch, knowing you can’t be with me, because you’re….oh, you know why.

“Oh I adore you. I truly adore you.”

That was two nights ago.  And my body jerked when my brain read “adore”….

“You like when I beg don’t you?  Well I’m begging Savannah, I’m begging you to let me kiss you more.  Please me with that mouth until my eyes roll to the back of my head.  Let me eat that juicy pussy as you tighten your legs around my head.”

You never have to beg baby.  Ever.  All you have to do is ask.  I am open and uninhibited and unfiltered when it comes to you.  YOU evoke these emotions.  You bring out my sexiness.  You make me moist with thoughts of your mouth alone…..

“I feel your passion.  My body wants that passion transferred to me.  I want to get on top of you, look you in the eyes and fuck you until you scream my name.  No.  Not fuck you. I want to make love to you.  I want to look deep into those eyes and kiss your mouth and run my tongue down your neck and suck on those breasts and kiss your stomach.  Can you feel me there?  Can you feel my tongue on you now?  I want to feel the love and passion you have for me.  I want to hear you moan as I take you from behind, grabbing your hair and pulling you closer against my dick as you pull away from the pain.”

Dammit.  You used that word.  I ignored it then.  But it keeps pushing back into my mind.  Now.  Today.

Do you remember what I said?

“Please don’t be just saying this for the sake of saying it lover.  Because I feel the exact same way.”

And your simple reply:

“I’m not. It’s what I feel”.

I miss you.  My body misses you.  And my mind misses you even more.