Honey

Part 1
Part 2 of my co-written post…

The moment the door closes behind us I quickly slip my hands around her tiny waist rubbing my throbbing bulge against her perfect ass. Slowly sliding along her sides my hands hungrily grasp her firm breasts through her loose fitting blouse. My face buried in soft flowing hair she lay her head back against my shoulder as we grind our bodies together. I unhitch her bra through her blouse and pull her wet panties down to her ankles. She turns around to me after kicking her panties off smiling as she unbuttoned her blouse. I quickly threw my jacket and shirt to the chair while backing her towards the bed. While she pulled her blouse from her skirt I push her down to the bed running my tong up the inside of her thigh. She holds her breath as I hover over her moist patch slowly unleashing hot air between her soft shapely legs. I carefully work my way up to her neck to her waiting lips. Her arms and legs wrap around me as I grind my rock hard lump against her clit through my pants dry fucking her passionately. Her back arches as she begins to shudder, moaning softly. One small orgasm already and I hadn’t even gotten my pants off yet. She’d either been sexually starved or she was a nymphomaniac.

He certainly was eager- all over me once we stepped into the room. Didn’t even give me a chance to get my skirt off. But – I had to give him points for enthusiasm – and I do like a man who takes charge. I took off my skirt and worked on slowly, torturously removing his clothes as well. I could see him breathing hard, and growing increasingly impatient with my slow pace. Once he stood in front of me, I could see him proud and erect – and eager to resume his attentions. I pushed him down on the bed and wondered what he would do if I brought out the silk scarves from my bag. Only one way to find out…

“Relax and trust me,” she says while pulling something from her bag. I lay back on the bed and she sits down next to me. I reach out for her but she pushes my hands back down to the bed saying close your eyes for me handsome. She drapes a dark silken scarf over my eyes and with another wrapped loosely around her hand slowly traced down my chest. I feel her hot breath as she lightly nibbles and kisses along my neck. Again I reach out to hold her and she gently returns my hands to the bed saying nothing. Her hair bathes my body as she moves down my chest. I clutch the sheets tightly as she continued to slowly move down wondering if I can hold back my growing passion from her erotically charged tease…

Since he seemed unable to keep his hands to himself, I tied them up too – leaving him lying there, blindfolded and helpless, and completely vulnerable to my whims. I lay my naked body next to his and took my time rubbing, tickling and licking him all over – occasionally running a bare leg or breast over him. He never knew from which direction the next moment of stimulation might come. He moaned and writhed, and arched his erect cock towards me wanting more than anything for me to focus my attentions there. Men are such simple creatures in some ways – always looking for the easiest route to the destination, while ignoring the delicious journey. However, I could see that he couldn’t last much longer, and I hadn’t had nearly enough worshipping of my own body done yet…

Now helplessly tangled in the web she’s spun around my tightly bound wrists. I feel her straddling my face and the smell of her sweet honey pot get stronger as she places her knees across my outstretched arms. I strain to see but will let my nose lead the way as I lift my head from the pillow trying to taste her sweet smell. She pushes my head back down with her moist curly patch, pinning my head against the pillow. I instantly plunge my tongue through heavens gate as she moans loudly bucking her hips on top of my blind folded face. Her hot sweet honey starts to trickle down my chin as she grinds her curly patch ever so slowly across my hungry wet tongue. Her hands move behind my head locking to her shuddering honey pot and she moans loudly again covering me with her orgasmic flavour. Coming back to her senses she leans back slapping my rock hard cock saying being in control is a turning on more and more. The brief slap of her hand across my bobbing penis was almost enough to set it off. I hear her giggling as she climbs off my face and my mind races contemplating what she might do with her newly captured prey next….

By then I was done teasing. I wanted him to pin me down and fuck me hard. I untied him and told him to take me. Hard. Fast. This wasn’t romance, it was merely a night. A moment in time. I lay on the bed – hot, throbbing and naked and pulled him atop me, writhing underneath him, slick with sweat. I rubbed my cunt against his cock, tempting him until he lost all self-control. He pulled my legs up over his shoulders and plunged in hard and deep. I kept him at an unforgiving pace – I wasn’t looking for endurance, but for raw pumping. I arched my back and twisted my fingers into the sheets as he thrust into me- loud grunts and moans coming from both of us. There was no way the people in the room next to us could be ignorant, with our volume, and the slamming of the headboard into the wall.

My throbbing manhood works relentlessly in her hot slick pussy as my balls spank her perfect ass roughly. Quivering intensely she throws her head back into the pillow as she squirts her sweet honey, exploding into an orgasmic avalanche. I cover her mouth quickly to keep to wine glasses from breaking and the neighbours from ringing the front desk. I pull my rock hard tool from her dripping cunt and shove it into her panting mouth letting her taste herself.

Sated, I fell back on the bed and sighed with sublime release. We hadn’t even exchanged names, but it hardly mattered. He got himself dressed and slipped out silently. I wonder what his plans were supposed to have been for tonight?

Silken Web

I was approached a few months ago to co-write a post with someone who had read my blog and followed me on twitter. And yes, I said months. It seems that co-writing something takes a lot more work than simply writing for myself. But finally, it’s complete and ready for posting.

It’s become quite lengthy, so I think I’ll split it up into 2 posts. I’ve italicized his point of view/writing. I hope you enjoy. Thanks to femdomfantasy for his patience with me.

I saw him across the room and something about him struck me. Maybe it was the way he held himself, or a look in his eyes, it was hard to define. But I knew that I wanted him. To know him. To find out what turned him on, and how I could make him want me. Little did he know that he had become my next victim. Could I find a way to seduce him into making me his as well?

She’s beautiful; as I carefully watch her, my previous plans seem to fade away, lost or even forgotten completely. The world feels surreal to me somehow; it feels like everything that happened in my life was preparing me for this timeless moment. But does she even notice me? Surly a women so breath-taking will be married or engaged at least. Her eyes enchant me, her smile warms me… but will I ever come to know her name? Craving her seductive stare I slowly pass by to see if her hungry eyes will follow.

I try to be subtle as he walks past. It seems that the gesture is done for my benefit, but I don’t want to look too eager. I look up at him from beneath lowered lashes and see him staring back. I tilt my head, indicating that he should sit next to me, and order myself a drink. I need to be open and uninhibited, and the wine warms and makes me more receptive to whatever he would have to offer. Not that the details mattered; I was willing to go along with whatever he might suggest…

Taking my cue from her friendly gesture I introduce myself and, greedily kiss her fragile hand. Gazing intently into her eyes she looks away for a brief second, offering me a drink while patting the seat beside her. Sitting at her side, I feel like the helpless prey entering her silken web – but what a seductive web she weaves. I order a fresh bottle of wine and we begin talking as if we were long lost friends. As I begin to feel the spirits from the wine and without any forethought, I place my hand lightly onto her tightly woven web while continuing to make passionate verbal love into her delicate ears. Will the vibrations from her curios prey trigger a quick and fatal attack or will she draw me closer into the heart of her seductive snare?

Hmmm, that was almost too simple. It seems that we both had rather the same intentions. Of course, once can’t anticipate how he might react to the reality of me already having a room available at the hotel. I’ve been disappointed so often to find that most men are simply all talk and no action. I leaned over to whisper my invitation in his ear; unable to resist the urge to simultaneously give it a nibble and run my hand along his inner thigh. And then I leaned back with barely concealed, bated breath to see what his response would be…

Her arousing proposal sends a powerful wave of lust and desire surging through my body! But was someone playing a joke on me? Could this really be happening? Perhaps I had just misunderstood the intentions of her whispers? The sign language I felt through her playful touch revealed her true desires, I hoped! I feel compelled to kiss her full red lips, to taste her long inviting neck! As she sits back in her seat, I turn and answer her question with a kiss. Surprised she tenses up but soon relaxes as I kiss her deep and passionately, disregarding our fellow patrons that quietly whispered as they glared at us. Our tongues mingled playfully, without concern for their prying jealous eyes. Without a sound I stand up and offered her my hand. Covering her mouth, she gasps then giggles as she notices the large lump she’d created in my trousers. With my arm still extended out to her, I cover the bulge in my pants with my other hand, smiling as her eyes return up to meet mine. “Your destiny awaits” I say, as I help her onto her high heels. Wrapping my arm around her slender waist, I hold her close to my side. She slips her hand into my back pocket rubbing her breast teasingly against my side as we make our way to the door. I’d called her bluff…but was she bluffing? Soon I would know as her hotel room is directly across the darkly lit street…

I led him across the street to the elegant hotel lobby. As soon as we were inside the elevator I decided to see just how agreeable he was. We were alone, so there was no immediate risk of getting caught – but of course the doors could open to another guest at any moment. I nibbled on his ear and rubbed the bulge between his legs through his pants. He moaned softly, but made no move to back away. However one floor later the doors opened to a young couple that seemed slightly tipsy. They eyed us up and down as I continued my attentions, which made me wonder if they might be interested in joining us. I wondered how shocked my partner would be if I made the offer….

Seemingly unaffected by the curious couple she continues to weave her silky web of seduction, easily manipulating her newly tangled toy. “I’m not letting go until I get what I need,” she whispers seductively into my ear as she squeezes my rigid cock through my pants. My rough hands eagerly roam around her sensuous curves fondling her firm breasts through her loose fitting blouse. My lips come close to hers and she can feel my breath on her sensitive skin as my hand disappears under her skirt. My fingers caress her inner thighs gently, just brushing her moist panties in passing with the faintest whisper of a touch. She writhes in anticipation of the sensation to come when suddenly the young man rudely clears his throat. She looks back at him as the doors to the elevator open…

It seems the drunken young lad was less aroused by the show we were putting on, and more annoyed. Perhaps out of jealousy that his date wasn’t offering the same attentions? The young girl was staring at us wide-eyed and intrigued, but it seemed that destiny was not leading us to know each other any more intimately. Perhaps for the best- as I probably shouldn’t divide my affections so early into my acquaintanceship with my current victim. The doors to the elevator opened and I simply led my conquest out the door – blowing a kiss at the young couple on my way out. I led him down the hall and opened the door- eager to see what his move would be once we got into the room. Would he be shy and hesitant, or rough and commanding?