Just a teasing, caressing touch to start with. Just admiring your body feeling your softness. No need to hurry, no place to be, just your body and my hands. That first moan as I gentle touch your lips for the first time, that first rapid heartbeat. No need to rush we’ve got all weekend.

I actually have many but im feeling a bit lazy so this one I’ve posted before I apologize if you’ve read it before but I can’t be bothered writing another tonight at least so I hope this will do.

I want to be with a woman that is sexy as hell but also has that playful naughty side. I wanna be out with friends in a packed resturaunt and all of a sudden not give a fuck about everyone else in the room cos I just realized how much your turning me on tonight. You catch my stare and smile knowingly, you pull your chair a bit closer to mine ” I’m going to make you cum so hard tonight your going to think your hearts stopped” you whisper in my ear. I want to grab you by the back of the hair and give you passionate kiss, but I know this is probably not the time or place. You giggle as you see my wanton desire to have you. The conversations continue but I can’t concentrate my whole mind and body is about you. You sense this and take my hand in yours on top of the table. Just your touch quickens my heart rate. As we continue talking you guide my hand off the table and onto your thigh. You guide my hand between your legs spreading your thighs just a bit to give me better access. My fingertips trace your lips through the fabric. Do people know I check the room laughter, drinking no one suspects. Your hand joins mine and you pull your panties to one side giving yourself to me. I take a gulp of my beer as my mouth dries. I gently put my finger inside you, you too are turned on your wetness shows me that. Your bum shifts a bit in your seat and I’m sure I heard a tiny moan as I slide my finger in and out. All of a sudden your hand pushes my finger deep inside. ” you can have as much of that as you want later, but now it’s my turn” you say. You take my hand away. “Give yourself a little taste and try to concentrate” I give you quizzical look not really sure what you mean, you smile back. I grab my beer and try to engage in conversation, but every so casually I bring the finger that has been inside you to my lips. Fuck you taste good. You are looking me straight in the eye enjoying what you are doing to me.
My cock is so achingly hard I shift around in my seat trying to find some more room in my jeans. Fucken dinners I’d much rather be at home. Just when I think I’m on top of it your hand touches my thigh. I feel your fingernail tracing to length of my cock inside my jeans. My mouth dries again. “Can I get another beer” settle down the boys joke, if only they knew. I catch your eye again you smile back. Now I know what you meant. Your now rubbing my cock through my jeans, the ache is almost to much as i strain against the fabric. Your hand expertly glides down my zipper, I hear the familiar noise above the laughter, I hope no one else does. Your hand fumbles around in my underwear, you grab hold of my throbbing cock and drag it out through the zipper. A little cough escapes from me, it is all I can do to stop from groaning. Beer, beer my mouth is so dry, I feel almost weak with anticipation. Your thumb rubs over the head rubbing the drops of pre cum all over. Your thumb rubs over and over the head as I twitch under your touch. Please no one talk to me for a minute. Someone does I try my best to give a witty answer, without my voice cracking. You laugh not so much at what I said but what are doing to me. Your hand drops back in my pants grabbing my balls, squeezing them in your palm, god I love that. Your hand goes back to my cock, you grab hold of it, this time like you mean it. Your hand moves up and down my shaft, jerking me off while our friends are chatting away. Your pace is quickening and my hips involuntarily move slightly to match your strokes. I continue to swig my beer temporarily closing my eyes enjoying the moment. You give me squeeze to snap me out of it. My balls are tightening, you slow your pace. “let’s not waste that on the floor shall we that’s for me later” You whisper in my ear
It’s going to be a good night.

You know I’ve never slept with a woman with flawless skin and to be honest if I Was ever presented with the opportunity I think I would be too intimated, I mean what if I put a mark on the perfectness? You know Ive said it before some of the most endearing features on a woman is something that is unique to them. Things like freckles, etc especially in intimate places are fascinating and because women like to name things they often have interesting names too. But even stretch marks, scars etc have a story behind them, learning the story is all part of the intimacy of being together, so no I don’t tend to get too hung up on these things.

As my body shakes and trembles with the each groan, I don’t think I it is possible to want you more. Your waiting mouth is the epitome of sexiness, eager and wanting. That look in your eye a mixture of thankfulness, naughtiness and desire, stirs my passionate side. The side that has to have you as mine, and only mine. That side that wants to wrap you in my arms and hold you and never let you go.

If im going to drown I want it to be just like this. My nose nestled between your cheeks, my fingers moving inside you. Your fresh clean body flushed as my tongue delves in search of the salty treasures deep within you. Savoring each delicious lap of my tongue pulling you onto me. Yep This is a perfectly acceptable way to go.

This is not an unreasonable request is it?

stripmyconsciencebare:

Is it wrong for me to want nothing

but the scrape of your tongue,

the scratch of your stubble,

against my wetness?

Is it wrong to want to grind myself against your mouth,

feel your chin against my ass,

and your nose against my clit?

Is it wrong to be unable to get that image out of my head?

I have a million things to do today,

and none of them allow this kind of

utterly depraved salaciousness,

but choosing to wear a skirt this morning

means the image of your head

disappearing beneath it

is burned on the backs of my eyelids.

My thoughts on it are each to their own. I do not have any issue at all with with people who are involved in same sex relationships. It doesn’t affect me so what they do with their lives is entirely up to them. It’s not something I really give much thought to, It’s a big wide world world out there and it takes all types fill it.

And then there is this, but again I like using my hands, letting them rub your back, grip your hips, tickle your clit, the possibilities are endless really!

This position but come on man get your hands involved too. Roaming your body, teasing, pinching, kneading, grabbing all the while a rythmic motion bring us both closer and closer.