All Her Love

It brings me great pleasure to have @WisdomIsMisery guest post as “Michael”.  Stalk his site (and sexy photos).  I bet you’ll love him as much as I do.  Thank you for being “Michael”, if only for one day.

And she promised me that it would take some time, but she would leave him alone, and the thought of her loving only me, that’s the thing that keeps me strong. – “All Her Love” – Donnell Jones

It was another boring meeting. Damian sat upfront preaching to a round table of employees about quarterly earnings. Michael was beginning to despise him. He could almost hear the arrogance in Damian’s every word. He gritted his teeth at the thought of Damian fucking Savannah replaying in his mind, again. He couldn’t take it anymore.

He turned away and began to tune out.

His Blackberry vibrated in his pocket. His heart thumped at his throat. He quickly said a prayer, hoping it was a message from Savannah. He looked down and his heart quickly sunk. It was an email with the updated statistics Damian was talking about. Dammit.

It had been a few weeks since he talked to Savannah, not since the party. It wasn’t her fault. A myriad of emotions, mainly pride, kept him from reaching out to her. He’d made a few attempts after that night with no success. She hadn’t returned his messages or his calls. He was almost certain Damian had something to do with this, so he gave up trying to contact her. Instead, he spent many nights with his hands clasped behind his head, dick hard, thinking about her. He was horny. He was angry. Jealous? No. No, not jealous? “Why would I be?” he wondered to himself. They weren’t even together. It’s only pussy, he tried to reassure himself.

“Michael? Michael?!” Damian’s voice rudely interrupted his thoughts.

Making a half-hearted attempt to hide the animosity in his voice he responded, “What?”

He couldn’t tell if it was in his head but it looked like Damian enjoyed this moment. A slight smirk appeared briefly in the corner of his mouth before disappearing behind a steely gaze. “Thank you for joining us, Michael. Will you have those numbers finalized for us by our next meeting?”

“Yes,” Michael replied simply, even though he had no idea what the hell Damian was talking about or why he was even talking to him about it. He didn’t care either.

The room was a tensed hush. Michael gazed without emotion into Damian’s eyes. He wasn’t the least intimidated; it wasn’t a new experience for either of the men. It looked as if Damian considered pushing the subject further before deciding against it. He swiveled slowly in his chair putting an end to their brief standoff and continued with the presentation.

Michael reached for the Blackberry he’d set on the table earlier so he could give his full attention to staring down Damian. Not before he made eye contact with Scarlett, the newest member of their team. She seemed surprised, but not afraid, to find him staring back at her. She allowed a brief smile to form before turning away and pretending she was listening to the presentation. He hadn’t noticed Scarlett’s pretty smile around the office until now. He’d been too preoccupied with thoughts of Savannah. But he knew exactly what that look meant. He just had too much going on right now to explore it.

He searched his phone for the folder of photos of Savannah and clicked on his favorite one, a body shot of Savannah naked from the neck down greeted his eyes. Her hand covered her pussy, except for the two fingers she had placed inside of it. He was instantly hard.

Just like that, he was lost in his thoughts. Aided by the visual, his imagination began to run wild. He’d taken this picture of Savannah lying on her couch in her living room months earlier. The very couch he had fucked her on so many different occasions. He remembered her sliding those fingers out of her pussy and placing them slowly into her mouth while keeping her eyes focused on his.

He cleared his throat and shifted restlessly in his chair. He was horny as shit. He gave a quick look around the room before adjusting himself underneath the table. No one was paying attention. Fucking Savannah, he thought to himself before returning to his thoughts…

Savannah had been playing with herself in the corner of her couch. Nearing climax, her muffled moans and failed attempts at silence had lured him from the other room. He leaned against the wall and watched her from the hallway.

He loved how nasty Savannah could be, especially when she was nearing orgasm. It was obvious. Her hand was beginning to move with increased force as she pulled it from inside her pussy and began playing with her clit. She grabbed her breast with her free hand and was just starting to come when she must have felt his eyes on her. She didn’t stop though. She only slowed down and began rubbing her clit in softer, slower circles. Her breathing became more controlled. Her eyes were begging him to come over to her. She wanted him to make her come.

Michael was already shirtless. He began slowly making his way towards his Savannah. The way she looked at him alone turned him on. He could feel her eyes exploring his muscles as she continued rubbing on her clit in anticipation of having him inside her. He wasn’t doing much better at containing himself either. The anticipation made him excited too and he could feel his dick start to grow hard beneath his pants.

When he came within arm’s distance of her, Savannah leaned forward for his belt. It turned him on even more to be this desired by her. She was so excited, her hands fumbling clumsily with his buckle before finding the clasp. She ripped at it and tossed the belt away in a single motion.

Without the belt’s support, his pants dropped just enough for her to trace the V-shape where his stomach met his inner thigh with her tongue. She paused long enough to place a gentle bite on his right side, following it up with a soft kiss. Pain before pleasure.

She unbuttoned and tugged at his jeans. As she got them below the length of his dick, it stood fully erect. He was ready for her. Moving to her knees, Savannah squeezed eagerly between his cock and the couch. His dick was even with her mouth. She started at the tip, moaning softly as she began to play with her clit again. She slowly took as much of him as she could into her mouth.

As it hit the back of her throat for the first time tears welled. Her mascara ran down her cheeks but she didn’t protest when he placed his hands on the side of her head. She responded to his taking control of her face by moaning against his dick.  He could feel her orgasm build as she moved her mouth faster on his dick, taking him all the way in and then all the way out. Savannah quickened her hand movement on her clit, moaning louder with every touch. She was hungry for him and she demonstrated this fact very well. He grabbed a fistful of her hair and threw his head back in enjoyment, wanting so much to pound her pussy but loving the warmth and wetness of her mouth. He reached down over her hand and slid two fingers easily inside her.  The sexy sound that escaped her lips was enough to make him bust.

He continued his movements in her pussy, enjoying the juice overflowing onto his fingers, while fucking her face so passionately.  He loved the look on her face while she sucked on his cock, her eyes fluttering open just enough to look up at him.  He felt the spasms on his fingers and he pressed deeper, harder, wanting to feel her muscles contract. She stroked the base of his dick with one hand and continued stroking her own clit. He knew she loved the feel of the double orgasm and knew she was about to blow. She moved away briefly to spit on the length of his dick and took him back into her mouth hungrily. Michael wanted so badly to fuck her but he realized he was about to come, hard, if she kept this up. She saw it in his eyes and stuck her tongue out to take him in deeper. Her breathing got shorter and he pushed his fingers up deeper inside her, hitting that spot in his lover that he knew so expertly.

 He didn’t stop his experienced fingers, enjoying every inch of her walls that he could reach.  Just then, with her hand still stroking her clit, and his fingers deep inside her juicy pussy, Savannah came, pausing briefly to yell out Michael’s name.  He tried to pull away so he could fuck her, feel her wet pussy wrap around and clench on his dick, but she didn’t allow it.

She shivered and bucked against his hand, exploding her orgasm all over his fingers.  She maneuvered her free hand between his legs and spread it out across his lower back. She pulled him towards her forcefully, his dick pushing deeper into her mouth until it reached the back of her throat. Michael felt her throat tighten around his dick. His knees grew weak as surges of pleasure began traveling through his body. He was about to come, just like Savannah wanted. He knew she wanted to taste him.

Michael’s hands grasped her shoulders. He was losing control. “Fuck, baby….shit. I’m about to…”

The shifting of chairs and the start of intense conversations around him startled Michael back into reality. The thought of coming into Savannah’s eager mouth had his dick so hard it was throbbing underneath the table. An hour had passed? Had he been thinking about her this entire meeting? Fuck.

With the room clearing out, Michael pretended to shuffle his files a bit longer. He needed a few extra minutes to allow his erection to subside. Comfortable it was under control, he finally stood. He was startled to find Scarlett standing next to him. He was also surprised to find how tall she really was standing this close. With her heels on, she was almost able to make direct eye contact. But she wasn’t looking in his eyes.  She was looking down. He traced her eyes to the slowly dissipating bulge in his pants.

When he looked back up, she had that flirtatious smile from earlier in the meeting on her face yet again. She opened her mouth to speak but it was then that Damian cleared his throat from across the conference room. They were the only ones left in the room.

“Michael, would you mind staying behind for a minute? Scarlett, you too.”

Telephone Love


“Hey baby”, that voice. Damn his sexy voice. I could recognize it anywhere. Deep and smooth. Like a silk scarf down your naked back.


“I hear your smile.”

I laughed. “I know you do.”

“What are you wearing?”

“Michael! That’s so cliché! I’m in the office. What do you think I’m wearing?”

“Entertain me baby, it’s been a long day”.

“Want to talk about it?”

“No. I want to talk about your pussy and how wet it gets.”

“Hush now!” I said, trying to ignore the feelings that his words brought me.

“Like how it’s already wet.”

“It just throbbed.”

“If it’s throbbing, it means it needs something in it. I believe it’s calling for something that would thrust deep and hard continuously.”

“Why not deep and slow Michael?”

“I can go hard and slow in your throbbing pussy and you know it. I aim to please and you baby, are so easy to please.”

I closed my office door. “I hate you for arousing these feeling inside my mind and my body.”

“What feelings would that be? Lust? Raw, sexual desire? Vulnerability?”

“Those words just flowed out of your mouth, didn’t they?”

“Yep. And I could drop a few more if you want.”

“Go on. Let me hear it.”

“Aggravation, frustration, neediness, selfishness…you’re feeling it all aren’t you Savannah? Craving, yearning, longing, wanting. Hate. Maybe even love.”

My breath caught in my throat. Love. Damn it.

He continued. “Why are you so silent? Are you thinking about me? Thinking of my hand in between your thighs?” He was so oblivious to my feelings.

“You don’t know how bad this pussy throbs for you. Only you. You make me wet and crazy and wild.”

I heard a shuffling. Then, “Damn baby, thinking about you wet and crazy and wild made me hard. Sit down; this could take a while.”

I did as he commanded, as if he was there, guiding me.

“I want your juicy pussy. In my mouth. On my dick. I want to kiss you, tongue kiss you deep.”

My mouth opened instantly at the thought. “I hate you Michael.”

“I want to hear you say that as you pound on my dick. With every thrust. And as you scream it louder, I’ll fuck you harder, from behind, while I grab your hair and pull it back. Where’s your free hand?”

“It’s in between my legs,” I whispered.

“Touch yourself.”

“I can’t,” I moaned.

“Yes you can. Lock the door, close the blinds and touch yourself. Do it.”

Again, as if in a trance, I walked over to the door, locked it and closed the blinds. I didn’t even care if anyone was watching at this point. I wanted to hear Michael continue…..

“Pants or a skirt?”




I heard his sharp intake of breath. “You’re not wearing underwear? That’s my girl.  This just got better baby. Put your hand inside your pants. Remember last week, when I was going crazy on your pussy? Remember how much you told me you loved my mouth on you? And what I was doing to you? Think about that. Put your hand inside your pants and tell me what you feel.”

I slid down into my chair, allowing myself easier access. I unbuttoned my pants and slid my hand inside.

“What do you feel Savannah? Describe to me what you feel.”

“I, um, oh this is so crazy,” I stuttered, wishing hard that Michael was there doing it for me.

“Yes, we’re crazy. I’m crazy for that pussy baby and you want this dick. I’m hard. I’m ready to fuck you. Do you want to fuck Savannah?”

I nodded my head, silently, as if he could see me.

“I know you want to fuck me. You want to climb on this dick and ride it don’t you? Tell me what you feel on your fingers.”

He was breathing faster, I could hear it. I loved our passion. I loved how quickly he turned me on, how sensual he made me feel…..and I didn’t even have to think about our sex, just his face. His pretty yet manly, defined face, that mouth, those full lips demanding my own mouth on his.

“What do you feel Savannah? Tell me.”

“I don’t know, I, my fingers aren’t there yet….Michael, why don’t you just come by? Do this for me.”

“No. I want to hear you on the phone. Come on baby, let’s make love….let’s have some phone sex.  You’ve done it before, remember?”

I smiled. I thought back to the time I called his phone and left him a voicemail. I remembered the day perfectly. He was stressed at work, trying to close a business deal and he had been in and out of meetings. It was my day off and I had been laying lazily in bed. Thoughts of my lover had come to mind and I let my hands wander. That’s when I decided to call him and surprise him with that sweet voicemail.

“Yes, I remember, you still have it saved on your phone don’t you?”

“I do baby. But now I get to hear you live and you can help me out. Come on.”

“Michael…?”, I asked, getting into my visual mode and thinking of his body.

“Yeah baby?” That voice.

“What do you want?”, I asked again in my bedroom voice.

“I want you straddling my hips as you run your hands on my body and place your soft, gentle kisses all over my face the way you do. I want those soft kisses to change into your erotic kisses, when you dart your tongue in and out of your mouth as you kiss me.” I heard the sharp intake of breath again. “God, I love those. I love when you’re getting turned on and all you want to do is lick me, lick my lips.”

I thought about kissing him. This time I took a deep breath in.

“I got you where I want you”, he said.

“Do you? How so lover?”

“There’s no going back Savannah. You need to help me out. I’m sitting in my car, with a stiff dick, ready to fuck the hate out of you. You need to make me come. I want your mouth on mine, I want to grab your hair and pull it back, I want to expose your throat and kiss you there. I want to run my tongue up to your ear and bite your earlobe. I want to lick you from behind, let my tongue slide just enough to hear you moan out loud.”

I moaned uncontrollably.

“Yes baby, just like that. I love the way you moan. I love the way you scream my name when you come. I want to lick you, I want my tongue inside you, just the way you like it and roll it around just enough to keep your juices flowing.”

I urgently pulled my pants down to my hips. As much as I didn’t want to do this, I couldn’t control it. My mind was reeling. Michael wasn’t touching me, his words were. His words were caressing my body and my mind was bringing me to memories of sexual bliss, of what could be if he was with me. I sat there, my head thrown back, as if allowing Michael complete access to my neck the way he wanted. My free hand had started it’s journey, lingering just above where pleasure was guaranteed.

“Touch it,” he said. “I want to know how wet you are.”

I moaned softly this time and slowly let my finger glide inside. Thoughts automatically rushed to that feeling….the feeling when he first enters me.

“Ohhhhh Michael,” escaped my lips.

“Tell me,” he said.

“I’m so wet baby, “ I whispered. “It’s so wet for you Michael. I want your mouth here.”

“You want my mouth on you sweetness? Want me to rub my lips on that clit? I’ll slowly run my tongue up and around it, just the way you like it. I’ll stick my tongue up in there as far as it will go. Taste it. Let me hear you taste it.”

I brought my finger up to my mouth and slowly licked the tip, as if I was putting on a show for my lover. I stuck my tongue out and licked and sucked my finger, allowing Michael to hear every lick and smack of my lips.

“Baby, I’m so sweet,” I managed to say in between licks. “I want more.”

“Do it again. Push your finger inside. Put two fingers. Get them all juicy and wet and let me hear you lick it.”

I did as he said, letting two fingers slide inside. I stretched my legs out, allowing the pleasure to overtake complete control of my body. I moved my fingers, pushing them in as far as I could.

“Let me hear you moan Savannah.”

“Michael”, I panted, my heart thumping a little bit louder at my chest. “I want you so bad Michael”, I said, emphasizing every word.

“I want to fuck you from behind, I want to hear your ass smack against me. I want to grind on you hard and fast, until you pull away from the pain.”

I groaned loudly.

“You’re going to make me come like that Savannah.”

“Good. Come Michael. Let me hear you scream my name the way you do. I want to grab your head and pull you towards me. I want to kiss your mouth and bite your lips and suck on your tongue. Then I want to suck on your dick. You feel that baby? Can you feel my tongue on your dick the way you like it? Feel my tongue lick the length of your shaft? I want to lick you Michael, I want to run my tongue all over your body until your toes curl. I want to rub you and caress you and make you moan.”

My movements were controlled now, my fingers sliding in and out rhythmically.

“I want to ride you. I want to bounce up and down on your dick while my breasts dance in front of your face. I want your mouth biting my nipples, gently first, then harder. I want you to suck on them harder.”

Michael was moaning loudly and it made me more excited. I wanted him bad.

“I want to suck you, take you deep in my throat while I play with your balls then slowly slide your dick out while I make sure you feel my tongue slide down your shaft. I’ll keep it wet in my mouth baby. I want that hardness in my mouth. I want that dick now in my pussy. It’s throbbing baby, thinking about that good dick inside me. Slide it in and take it out and put it in my mouth so I can taste myself off of you. Kiss me. Tongue kiss me deep so you can taste me.”

“Savannah, I wish I could taste you right now.  I love the way you work your tongue on my cock baby.”

“My fingers are wet baby. My pussy is throbbing. If we keep this up, I’m going to explode.”

“No, wait,” he pleaded. “I want to take you on your back and throw those legs over my shoulders. I want to tongue fuck you while I play with your clit.”

I was breathing deeper now, my eyes closed, my head resting on my chair as I sat there, pants down to my hips, with my fingers deep inside my most precious pleasure area.

“I can’t have this baby. I want you here, now. I want your body on top of mine. I want to feel you deep inside. This isn’t going to satisfy me. I want all of you. Your mouth, your hands, your dick. I want it all Michael. I want you as deep as you can possibly go. Fuck me Michael please?” I was whispering loudly, moaning, whining almost, the desire and lust audible in my voice.

“Your pussy is so good to me. I want to thrust up inside you until you scream. I want to move with you, grind up against your hips while I kiss on your neck.”

“I want to bite your shoulders Michael. I want to hold on to your arms and rock back and forth with you. I want to feel you deep inside, until you hit my spot…”

Right then, as I said ’hit my spot’, I felt the waves rush over me. “Michael,” I said.

“Oh baby, you sound so good. Let me hear you come. Let me hear you moan my name baby. Can you feel this cock inside you? You’ve got me so hard right now baby. I want to get it inside you and fuck you until you scream.”

I moved my fingers faster. My head was still thrown back, my mouth semi-open and my tongue continuously licking my lips. I wanted Michael in my mouth and in my pussy. The thought of him and his kisses and his mouth and his dick were bringing me over the edge. I was going to come right then, sitting in my office on my office chair and there was no holding back.

I struggled to keep the phone to my ear but I wanted Michael to hear me. He was moaning my name over and over again, I knew he must be close to coming.

“Baby, this pussy is so wet for you. I want your dick inside me. I want it in my mouth. I want you pressing heavy on me baby, dear Michael, I want you please.” I tried to keep my voice at a low level but I knew how uncontrollable I could get. “Michael…” My fingers continued their thrusting as I moved my body with my hand. Michael was at the brink of satisfaction and I wanted to come with him.

I wanted him there, I wanted his body on top of mine, I needed to feel him. I let my phone rest on my shoulder and placed my free hand on top of my other hand and pressed deeper inside. With one final thrust, I came, tensing up my body and sitting still, motionless, feeling my orgasm on my fingers, my muscles clenching and tightening.  And at that moment, I heard Michael:

“Savannah baby, oh fuck, yes, you feel so good, suck it, suck that dick baby, take it deep, oh yes, baby, take it, take it all, oh yes,” and then his moaning.

I sat there, trying to catch my breath, my fingers still inside me, as I waited for the pulsing to subside. I could hear Michael on the other end, panting, also trying to catch his breath.

And then he laughed, that deep and sexy laugh of his and I couldn’t help but laugh with him.

“Baby girl,” he said.

“Hmmm,” I replied lazily.

“You never cease to amaze me.”

I smiled.


“Yes baby?“ I asked, my eyes still closed, my mouth still formed into a smile.

“I can hear you smiling.”