Like we used to.

I remember when we used to fuck. That was a long time  ago. Your hair messy, you would not look after yourself. But you would always take the time to undress me. We had no money, because  there were not many options straight out of school, and I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life at 17. But the world seemed sso daunting, expecting so much from me.

Somewhere along the way we lost our way, I would trade a lot of what I have gained over the years to have that passion again with you. The way you lusted for me. Your eyes constantly on me, as I dressed for work or undressed for the night.

But maybe I am forgetting the bad. Was there a bad? I can’t remember. Oh wait, when we finially went our separate ways in the world. That month still hurts somewhere. It had been mutal, because we both had things going on and wanted to get out of this sleepy town. But once you are out and far from everything you have ever known I start to miss it all.

I came back last june to set up a practice as the local doctor of this town. Not far from where I grew up. So many memories. The times that we wagged school, that snake we found and teased until it chased us. We were inseperatable. I like having these memories around, and to pass them when I go for walks of an evening.

 

While I was shopping the other day I saw you. I heard that you were coming back here to visit your mother, but I did not think it was so soon. I followed you around the shopping center, I did not want to say hello, what would I say? It has been so long. Hiding behind plants and keeping my distance I followed you for a good twenty minutes before I decided it was time to leave and maybe our paths will cross soon enough.

The next day was Monday, the start of my working week. I buried myself in my work and quickly forgot about your arrival. Runny noses, foot injuries, anxiety, the usual, but interesting all the same. I call in the next patient. And walk into my office. Mmmm that name sounds formilure but I am not sure where. Then suddenly you walk around the corner and are standing there in my office. I forget to breath, and freeze up. “hi Jane” you say closing the door behind yourself.

I don’t know what to do. This was so unexpected, Shit say something Jane his going to think you are weird. “EERgh what do you want?” I say. Oh a bit to aggressive. “I mean hello Jessie” I correct myself.

You smile at me for a moment, your pale blue eyes and hair tied back. Neatly dressed, it looks like it would come natureally after years of practice. You hold that smile, the same smile, like you know some secrete that  we share but trying not to blurt it out.

“I was hoping you would take a look at my shoulder, I still get it checked up. Also I came to see you” Jessie said. I smile like a goof. And then remember that I am ment to say something “ah yes I say, that still a bit sore your shoulder, from that time you thought you could stop a bus with your bare hands” I say  grinning. “well take of your shirt and come sit over here”. He abliges and removes his shirt, tanned skin, athletic chest, the muscles moving beneath the skin, a healthy body from years of eating a low carb diet and triathlons. Jessie walks over and sits in the seat infront of me his back facing me. I feel around the joins and draw a line along the scar marks with my finger. I know these lines like my own lifeline. I can smell your body that scent mmmm. I breath in and sit on the bench behind me. You smell so yum, even after all these years. Without thinking I wrap my legs around you. My high heals in your lap. I snap out of it when you pinch my thigh. Ouch. “what, what was that for?” I protest. You laugh and say that your thighs were a bit to tight around you. Oh, um yeah I must have got carried away. Lost in your scent.

“…But I liked it, don’t stop!” You say. Mmm, I have dreamed about this. I massage your shoulders, feeling your skin between my fingers, then my hands on your chest. And then doubleing over I kiss you. My hand slides down to feel your belt and I take it off with my hands. And unsip your pants, my hand in your underwear bringing your cock out, I move the skin up and down playing with your cock. MMM yum It feels so warm in my hand. And all I can smell is you. Your tongue deep in my mouth. Your hands holding my face. Without our mouths leaving each other you tern around and I lay back on the doctors sick bed. My knees open up and I can feel you ontop of me, your weight so comforting. You kiss my neck, hands opening my blouse, you put a finger in my mouth I lick an suck it. Your other hand helps itself to my tits, holding squeezing. Your mouth sucking hard on one, then opening the rest of my blouse as your kisses move down, fingers tearing at my skirt and pulling down my white lace knickers.

I feel you lick me, your tongue on my clit, licking sucking entering me, licking the sides biting  my thigh and kissing there you bite. You hand still in my mouth I suck it as though I am trying to give my best head. And I get really wet. Your tongue in me. I get more and more arouse, the pressure is so intense. Then you come up for air. Your eyes on mine. You grab my hips and pull them towards me, your cock hard. You slide it into me. And push in the last inch. Oh god. It is so warm between my thighs. You bite my ear your breath on my as you side in and out getting faster and faster until I cum. You hold me still as you fuck me for a bit longer. And I can feel your relese as you cock pulsates and your warm load spills into me. This momemet I feel all of you, the connection, sex love. Whatever that was I wanted it for so long. We lay there for some time.

The world around me comes back into focus, and I realise that I am at work, I still have people to see today. And our seesion is just about up. We dress and as you are leaving I write my address on a piece of paper. “come see me tonight around 7pm when I knock off work” I say. “we’ll take some more, over sex”.

You smile and close the door behind you.

Small towns do it better

Title: nervously undress

I think I will start from the start so that you understand how I got here. I heard that Jessie was back in town, home for the university holidays. We never really hung out but I knew him through friends. Anyway, I was on a dating sight the other day and noticed him. I quickly added him and started up a conversation. Like anything, “let’s fuck”. Isn’t the best way to start these things wo we began talking about the weather. His art and what he and I plan to do over the summer. Me I have never left this town, I have had a few jobs but never really found my place in this big bad world yet.

Jessie was funny, and very intelegent. But neat and professional were not his skills. I put in my opinions on how to make his artwork more presentable and we ended up talking for ages, long into the night. I dreamt about him that night.

In the morning I woke to a few text I must have fell asleep while we were still chatting. At this point we had not spoken in person and I wanted that to change. But what if he didn’t like me? What if my chubby face and skinny body with bearly any tit was an instant turn off? I know this not to be true but I can’t help these thoughts from creeping into my head.

Title: The date

Nirvana was playing overhead. I have not heard this song for so long, I have mix feelings about it, it reminds me of school and all those terrible times, but still think it is a nice song. I had asked Jessie to join me after his show. I was in the crowd with many people looking at his works of art. I think some of my advice helped but the talent, skill and dedication was all his doing. I walk inbeween walls of paintings colours, shaded and many emotions projecting themselves inmy direction.

There was a ceremony, wine and cheese shuttled around, and then the crowd started to disperss a little. I got his attention a little later in the evening. And he thanked me for coming to his show. I said “that’s something you say to your mum, you can thank me in other ways”. And I grab hold of his hand and lead him out a side door. It was a dark night, warm and very overgrown in this part of town. I found a slope where we sat down my dress sprawled. I could here a creek not to far and still see the lights from the town hall. I think this is one of the best things about small towns, if you want to be very alone, you just have to take a short walk of a main track. So great to make out in the shadows.

Title: cum with me.

My tits, your dick. My mind is clouded with thoughts of you. I want to get off and I want you to get me there. When I think of you I think of other times we have fucked. The feel of your cock in my hand as you ejaculate, I watch your love juices explode out of your body, and on to my shoulder, tits ands trickle down. So full and white. Love is more than just getting off as an indervidual. It is about spending time making you cum, and that makes it all the better when its my turn to explode.

I love your clean body, contrasting with all the tattoos I have. The difference looks so nice. I love tattoos on me, but don’t like them on men. I am selfish and think they only look good on women, but that is just my personal opinion. I like the way your fingers trace over the artwork, spending time with your fingers and tongue licking the ink. I lean back streach out and press play on the CD player. The tunes start up, fucking music. I wonder if those artist know that so many people have come with the sounds of there voices and instraments.

naughty

Title: Tuesday porn

I see you sitting in the sun with those red glasses on. Your hair falling about your face. That smile you have when you look at me, your head tilted the shape of your nose. There are many reasons why I love you, these are just a few.

Your eyes fixed on mine as you take the shoulder of your dress off. That smile you have, biting your lip. Slowly you remove your dress, I see the shape of your breast, your nipple.

You bend over and show me your ass, your hair falls about your face, you look up at me through your locks. I’ve had you before, and I want you again. You remember me inside of you, my body weight on top of you. That feeling you want again. You spread your legs slowly apart the dress in your lap. Your tits hanging, nipples ready. Small, sweet, milky white.

I want you on all fours, those eyes looking up at me. Your hair sweaty but still ready to please. As I cum in your mouth.

IF I WAS A MAN…

If I was a man, I would fuck you all day, hard as I can. Here are collection of sexy thoughts I wrote through the eye of a man.

Title:Thoughts of you

You are at work today but does not mean I can not think about you. You on your knees as I am holding your head. I can feel how deep I am inside you, I have control. When I let go, those big puppy eyes looking up at me. Your tits are full in your bra. You will swallow.

Title: BJ number two

It is sometime in the afternoon, hard to tell as these warm summer afternoons streach on long into the evening. We are in your big bed, lavish linnon. The curtains hid a bit of the sunlight but streaks still shine in. We kiss and make out. Your tounge in my mouth. You are happy I am home to spend the day with you. And you want to show your appreciation. Me in my boxer shorts and you in a night gown. Blue like your eyes. The subtle lipstick, and eye liner, I can see you have made your self pretty for me. You want me to remember you this way. Doing your best to love me. Kissing my chest. Then looking up at me. The smile on your face.

Your tits and pussy you let me peak at both. Your movements your hips. You stroke my chest and move down to grope my cock. Your eyes fixed on mine. You want to see my reaction to everything you do. Kissing the out side of my boxer shorts. Your bottem lip falls. My cock firm in my shorts for you lick the fabric and put your lips around the bulge. With both hands you lower my shorts and my cock flops out. You lick all the way up your eyes fixed on mine. Moving your hair to one side you begin to suck.

Slowly you suck, then faster closing your eyes as your head bounces up and down on my thick cock. It makes you so happy that I am here. I am yours. And with that you want to make me cum. I can feel your lips and your tongue. And I have the best view of you. Your long hair. And those eyes closed lost in a trance. You can hear me moan and feel that I am getting close. You take me out of your mouth and stare back into my eyes. My dick wet with your lips and lipstick. You slowly jerk me of that last bit with your bottem lip hanging. It feels so right to be here with you.

 

seated under a tree

I have sat down on the edge of a hill under an overhanging tree, the leaves sway in the breeze as I write this, pondering in the shade.

Title:

Moving out feels akward. As I still have a life here. But my bed is too bulky to move on my own. If I am to shift it I will have to do it with a bigger car and a second pare of hands. But if I do this today that means I have no where to sleep for the next two days. If I thought this through better I would have kept my yoga mats here that way I could have used them as bedding for the next two days. I should remember that next time. I wish my matress was lighter and could bend more easily. Then moving house would not have been such a chore.

Title:

Sometimes I feel so self confident. And then once I start showing down, I crave the attention of the opposite sex. I need a message, a chat to let me know I am still worth something. But how do I fix this self doubt and lonesomeness? Get back on the work wagon, do the things I love and make it happen.

Title:

Now that the school year is over I have time to think. And I think to myself, what did I do all of that year? I studied most of it. Worked every day off and some days clashed. I went through a few partners, one was around for the most part. Hiked around a mountain, went to a week long hippie festival. But at the same time it does not seem like a lot. As though being caught up in it all I actually missed out on a lot more. And did not see even more. For some strange reason I feel as though my foggy head was due to a carb overload making life a little bit more complicated in my head. But maybe this is just how fast a year goes. Which is kind of scary. As though that is a year gone in a blink. One down 60 more left. A sad and scary thought. That one day it will all be over.

thinking…

Title: watch but not touch

This is a review and thoughts on porn without masturbating. In the first video I like the setting a bedroom, something I can relate to and feel comfortable in. It is a slow video moving bodies shown dancing around the screen. It is fake the desire they have for each other but the movement are compelling. Fit bodies in underware. So very healthy. I really feel comfortable in the setting. It is as though I have come and visited them at there house maybe they live with their parents. And they want to perform sextual acts with me. I am only making assumptions but afterall this is my fanasy.

Porn always makes me raise the question. Why do I need a relastionship, I have felt that I needed one for a long time but lately I complete myself, as selfish as that sounds. Sex is the only thing that I lust over. Love is already there with the people I meet, the friends I keep. Good times and sex.

Now back to the video. They are grinding up against me, this is a point of view video. I am getting aroused in the video, but not here at my desk. Only compeled to watch more of it. They grind so heavily together, as though they want it to hurt. Backs, hips and butts. The curve of the back. The fit healthy body. The movement of your chest as it heaves as you grind against me. Though you are not very delecate with your handjob. Your bottem lip down as though you are enjoying it as much as me. Your hair falling about your face, the way your eyes squint a little as you stair into mine. The way you position yourself over me. Sex is about  togetherness, pain and sharing. I want to hurt you, I want to share it with you and I want you to enjoy the pleasures I feel.

I think in many ways even with sex, I feel disconnected to the people I share it with, I know how to make them happy and cum, and they can get me to cum with a little guidance. But it is sex they get from me not love, not anything lasting. Something I would like to share with a special someone or special people. Maybe I am a better friend then partner. I heard this once a friend of a friend say to me that she “Is a great friend, but a lousy girlfriend”. I saw something wrong with that I long time ago. But now I only see that she may have been more at ease with herself. Understood herself better. And was not searching for that in another indervidual.

Oh damn, I was too busy typing I missed the final cumshot.

link:

http://www.youporn.com/watch/474749/stroke-suck-swallow-allison-s-a-triple-threat/