It only takes a few massages between my breasts before your breath quickens and you are about to blow, but I am not ready. I want you to last. I ease off for a moment, taking the chance to move back up to give you lingering kisses on the lips and feel your hands skimming my body everywhere. You have gained control for the moment, so I shimmy back down your body and set my sights back on your cock. This time I take you within my hands, lacing my fingers together loosely, and massaging my thumbs up and down your throbbing vein. All the while I have taken your head within my lips to begin slowly licking and circling slowly, suckling, kissing, just an inch at a time until little by little my hands are doing little of the job and my lips and mouth are doing most of the blow. Why it is called a blow job I’ll never know, because it is sheer bliss. Slow torture for you, all pleasure and tease for me. Then comes the moment of indecision. It is so difficult to decide whether to finish you off like this or to slide back up and thrust you inside my pussy and ride you to the finish. Both are so satisfying. But, I have been satisfied twice already; in my dreams and at my own hand. It is your turn. I go in for the thrill.
My tongue firms just a little, not too much, and I swirl down your cock, around the base and back up. Your breath hitches and your legs tighten. I can feel you begin to surge beneath my tongue and then the warmth fills my mouth. It is barely daylight and worship has only begun. We still have the shower. I can hardly wait for you to soap me up.
Sleeping in or getting up early; either way a hot shower with you is always a treat. After lathering our bodies until they are all slick and soapy you can sit back and enjoy the show.
I prefer the masculine scent of men’s shaving cream over the fruity options in women’s cream, so I like using yours. You settle in on the floor of the shower, so I can prop up my leg on your knee. With a handful of creamy goodness in my palm I slather my leg from my ankle to the crux of my inner thigh so there is no chance of missing a single spot. Long careful strokes of the razor remove the masculine cream revealing the feminine curve of my leg. Once I finish my legs it is time to move on to the interesting, most delicate part you have patiently waited for—my pussy. I may prefer Brazilian waxes, but a good old fashioned shave heightens the senses every now and again.
With me straddling over your legs you have the perfect view of my pink clit and pussy. With another dollop of shaving cream in my hands I offer it to you and then rinse my hands. I watch as you place your palm over my mound and carefully slip your fingers over my outer lips, gliding softly, barely touching, and arousing me with your gentle touch. I twinge with desire. You take your hand away and slide it down my smooth leg, over my knee and calf to your own twitching cock. I watch, pleased.
My fingers slip between my pussy lips, opening them to a ‘V’ shape. Ever so carefully I take the first easy glide of the razor over my most sensitive of spots. Then I repeat, over and over again, each time slipping my finger over the area checking for smoothness. Each time my fingers slip between my pussy lips, my arousal deepens until my slippery juices mingle with the shaving cream that is swiftly disappearing. I watch as your cock stiffens and your hand glides up and down the length of it. My pussy spasms with delight. My fingers deepen their touch along my swollen lips as I watch you. I can feel them swell as the heat rises within them. I want to feel your cock slide between my lips before delving within my creamy center.
I slide down to your knees, still straddling you. Your cock tickles the nub of my pink clit. You guide your slippery head along my slit, teasing at my opening. I offer my breast to you and you take my nipple lightly between your teeth, tempting the tip with your tongue. I let out a small whimper as you take my breast in fully. Leaning back, I tip my pussy forward and slide down, impaling myself on your thick, hard cock. The vibration of your groan ripples through my breast and reverberates to my pussy. I roll and swirl my hips as I move my pussy along your cock, feeling my ass bounce easily along your thighs. You are on fire between my legs and then you come in a surge of creamy thunder swelling inside me, sparking my orgasm, and we go over the edge together until we are no more than a crumpled heap saturated in sweat, orgasmic bliss, and shower steam.
MY SECRET SIN
1 ounce Vanilla Vodka
3/4 ounce Raspberry Liqueur
1/2 ounce Coffee Liqueur
1-1/4 ounce Half & Half
3 Fresh Raspberries
Place all liquids in a
cocktail shaker filled
two-thirds full of ice. Shake to
blend ingredients. Strain into large rocks
glass over fresh ice. Garnish with three fresh
raspberries skewered on a cocktail pick.
This drink could also be served strained in a chilled
martini glass if you prefer.
My Secret Sin is definitely a vice to share. This creamy sweetened drink has a smooth consistency with a light foamy head layered over the top of the drink. It is definitely lick-your-lips kind of fabulous. The warming sensation of this drink slips over the lips, over the tongue, and down the throat, a little like other succulent treats. A kiss of raspberry sweetness is buried beneath the foamy head.
SILK SHEET
1-1/2 ounce Vanilla Vodka
1/2 ounce Coffee Liqueur
1/4 ounce Créme de Cacao Liqueur
1-1/4 Fresh Espresso – cooled
3 Coffee Beans
Place all liquids in a
cocktail shaker filled
two-thirds full of ice. Shake to
blend ingredients. Strain into a large rocks
glass over fresh ice. Garnish with three coffee beans
floated on top of the drink. A single large cube of ice is
ideal for this drink to reduce the amount of ice melt in
the drink while consuming.
This drink could also be served strained into a chilled martini glass if you prefer. Garnish with three coffee beans floated on top of drink.
Silk Sheet is lightly sweetened, silky smooth, and heavily laced with espresso flavor. This gives you a cool, tingly feeling while sipping. It pairs well with dessert and other indulgent activities.
BAD GIRLS
BAD GIRL ENCOUNTERS
Going out on a Friday night with you is like winning the lottery. Beautiful girls in every shape and size abound—blondes, brunettes, redheads, short skirts, long legs and my favorite…high heeled pointy shoes.
As we walk through mid-town looking for a night spot, we notice obvious packs of women. We watch bachelorette parties, soccer moms, and the sexy bad girls. You know the sexy bad girl instantly, whether she travels alone or in a pack, whether she is married or single. She stands out and you want her whether you are married or single, lesbian or straight. This woman exudes sexual energy that everyone wants to lap up.
The look on the sexy bad girl’s face is obvious. It is the spark in her eye. She is polished, skin glowing like she has either just had sex or is looking for just the right kind of sex to get her going strong, and her shoes never disappoint. Classy high heels, pointy toes, or even strappy high heeled sandals, but never the tacky kind someone’s crazy aunt wears. No, the woman with real possibility never has to yell that she is a “Bad Girl;” her demeanor screams it.
We sit at the horseshoe shaped bar sipping martinis; real ones, not the pink manufactured kind that gets women drunk on fruit juice. I play with your knee, leaning in so my slinky shirt dips in between my breasts. My fingernails scale up the inside of your pant leg along your thigh, stopping just short of your cock. The back of my hand brushes against you and I rub just a little, grinning at you with a wink. You lean your arm into my breast, sweeping across my nipple. It peaks with interest under the silky fabric. I cannot help but press into you further and give your thigh a playful squeeze.
“So, what do you think we have here tonight?” I ask, tilting my head in the direction of the bar. I love this verbal game of foreplay we engage in before we take the plunge into carnal lust that begins and ends in real ora
l excitement.
“The couple at the end on the corner are on a first date,” you say. “She decided five minutes ago she isn’t going out with him again. He still doesn’t have a clue.”
“At least he’s asking questions and isn’t just looking at her chest,” I reply. “But, how about those two couples across from us? They don’t match at all. Her husband looks disinterested. She keeps flipping her hair and looking around. She thinks she is better looking than her friend.”
“Not a chance,” you interrupt.
“You’re right.” Now I drag my fingernail up the seam of your crotch. “Her husband is completely into her. I bet she’s got her hand about here.”
“Maybe,” you say. “But do you think she’d let him do this?”
You discreetly fold your arm across your chest, slipping your hand beneath the arm grazing my breast and slip your fingers inside the plunging neckline of my slinky shirt. You lean down and kiss my lips as your fingers twirl my nipple gently.
“Mmm…I like that.”
“I knew you would,” you say.
“She’s cute, but she looks too uptight for foreplay right at the bar,” I say.
I take a sip of my martini and scan the bar and surrounding tables. The table of women in the far back are definitely out for a bachelorette party. They are loud, laughing, having a good time. Someone will no doubt order an Orgasm or Blow Job shot through the course of the evening or even come up with the mandatory list of things for the bride-to-be to do such as get underwear from a stranger, dance on a bar, do a body shot with a stranger, or get a condom from a guy at a bar. None of these really makes them a bad girl. It makes them daredevils under the strain of peer pressure. But, there are one or two cute ones.
“Look at the brunette in the red halter over my right shoulder in the very back,” I say. “She’s really cute.”
“Yep,” you say, taking a drink.
“I’d take her picture,” I pause. “In nothing but the shoes she has on.”
I see you take a second look more slowly this time. You lean over to my ear. Your breath is warm. I press my breast against you.
“I’d take photos of you both if she had nothing on but those shoes.”
“Oh, but I think you’d get sidetracked and forget to click,” I tease. I squeeze your cock and run my fingers firmly downward. I can feel you twinge.
“That depends on what you’d be doing,” you tease back.
You encourage me to tell you in detail what I would do with a woman. So I oblige in weaving a tale of bad girl seduction for your listening pleasure.
“I invite the brunette back to our place and she accepts. We engage in very little small talk before getting right to the point of this semi-private rendezvous. You take a seat on the sofa nearest the entryway. The lovely brunette and I remain just out of your reach, but well within your sight. We stand near a window where anyone could see if they dared to look up from the street. Bad girls dare to be adventurous.
“I touch her shoulder, smoothing my hand towards her elbow, gently urging her to turn around so her back is to me. She faces the street. Her face reflects in the glass window. She looks pleased. I sweep her thick mane of hair to the side to reveal her neck. She tilts her head slightly, invitingly. I bend to give her whisper-light kisses until I reach her shoulders. My fingers slide across her back, under her arms and across her breasts, folding down her halter top to reveal her beautiful breasts for anyone to see. Cupping her breasts within both my palms, I can hear her breathing deepen. She leans her head back into my shoulder. I continue sliding her halter further down her curvy waist to her hips, slipping my fingers into the elastic band of her skirt, easing it down along with her top. Her skin is smooth and creamy without even a hint of a tan line. She must lay nude knowing her luscious gifts will be seen in their glory by someone—us.
“She steps out of her clothing and stands before me in lace panties and stiletto heels. I turn her to face me. Her breasts are heavy and full with perky nipples waiting to be sucked. My pussy floods and ripples with desire for her. I reach for her breasts, cupping them in my hands and take one within a breath of my lips. I hover over her nipple barely tasting, licking lightly while my other hand massages gently at her opposite breast, rolling her nipple between thumb and finger. Her back arches and her legs squeeze together. She clutches my shoulder and begs me to suck her fully. I take her breast within my warm, moist mouth and press her nipple gently with my tongue. I suck her voraciously, rolling her over my tongue, tasting her completely.
“I must taste her other breast. Licking between her breasts, she is salty sweet. My hands move to the curve of her waist and to her hips. I steady her as I lap and suck at her breasts. She moans quietly. My hand spans over her tummy and slowly glides down to her soft mound beneath her lace panties. She trembles beneath my touch as I massage her with my palm. Her breath catches and another moan slips from her open lips. Then I dip my finger between her folds and feel that she is juicy. I slide my finger between her pussy lips, slipping them in her wetness, feeling her swell with arousal. My thumb rubs over her nub and she jerks, clutching both of my shoulders. Guttural moaning and ragged breathing fill my ears.
“I must taste her. She steps out of her panties and I lead her to the leather sofa. She reclines against the leather, settling in mere inches from where you sit. With both hands at her knees, I graze my fingernails up to her inner thighs, spreading her legs for me. I bend to her, dipping my head at her sweet spot, savoring the glossy wetness before taking the first lick of sweetness. And then I taste her. I dip my tongue between her pussy lips, licking her juices, spreading her with my fingers. She is indeed wonderful. I suck at her nub, licking up and down, circling and then darting inside her for more of her delicious juices. I hear her. She is near the point of no return. I return to her nub and lick, circling before taking a slow, deep suckling. She comes hard in my mouth, crying out her pleasure with a deep hum of content. She throbs on my tongue and lips. She is divine.”
I am truly wet telling you of tasting the brunette who is enjoying the bachelorette party. But I cannot help but ask, “While I was with her did you get any photos, or were you sidetracked?”
It doesn’t matter. There will be many more opportunities for brunettes, blondes, redheads, and photos. Right now though, you have to take me home, take me somewhere, or just take me. I am on the edge and so wet for you. I need to come.
BAD GIRLS LOVE THE RIDE
Spending the last couple of hours tantalizing each other with fantasies of you watching me with another woman is enough to drive us to the brink of sexual frenzy. We can either make use of the bar’s public access restroom for instant gratification or take our fun on the road for the short drive home. A few minutes is all it takes to signal the bartender, pay the tab, and make our way back to the pay lot.
A little red sports car is potently sexy with the right man behind the wheel, but between the limited space and gear shift there is little room for maneuvering. However, nothing stops this bad girl, and I do mean nothing. With twenty minutes of stop and start traffic lights there is more to do than sit back and twiddle my thumbs.
I would say it all begins innocently enough, but with me it never does. Staying clear of the shift I slide my hand under your elbow to the crease of your thigh straight to your cock, palming you with my hand. I slide my other hand up my own thigh, scrunching my skirt revealing flimsy sheer panties. Sliding my thumb along the edge of my panties, I lift the lace and slip in two of my fingers, sliding them along my pussy lips into my wetness, squirming in my seat. I can feel your cock flinch beneath my palm as I massage you firmly, yet gently. You obviously try to keep one eye on the road and one eye on me. You make a valiant effort, but I am so naughty and reckless. Shame on me. Both eyes on the road is important.
You take your hand off the shift for a moment to join my hand at play, but I swat you away to keep your hands where they are supposed to be. After slipping my panties off and tossing them to the
floor, I plunge my fingers into my juices and then lift them to your lips so you can have a taste of me. You suck every drop from my fingers, up one side and down the other and then glide the tip of your tongue between the two just as you do with my pussy lips when you make me come. I want you between my legs right now, but that can’t happen. I can still have something else I desire.
I reach down between your legs and give your cock another slight squeeze for good measure, then pop the button on your pants. Easing the zipper, I am delighted to get my first peek of the night at your glorious cock. I relish the fact that you go sans underwear on Fridays and the weekend just for me. It makes spur of the moment sex so easy. You twist a bit to adjust and free yourself so I can get a better view and I slip your bad boy out of its confines. Your flesh is smooth, tight, and warm; you swell rapidly as I sheath you within my hand. My thumb moves over the head and a tiny bit of moisture spills out for me. It is all the encouragement I need.
I lean over and you make way for me tucking me under your shifting arm. I take kitten licks, savoring the first taste and sensation of your smoothness on my tongue. Then I roll your head over my tongue, taking you in my lips as if you were a lollipop, licking around the edges, sampling each and every nibble of your engorged head. You are magnificent. I make one last circle with my tongue before cresting at the top with a moist kiss. I dip another inch lower on your cock, flattening my tongue to suck you and then circle slowly, twirling to the top to crest again before repeating the plunge another inch. My fingers encircle you as my thumb massages the length of you in rhythm with my tongue.
I hear your breath change and the moans you try to bring under control. You let out a guttural laugh as a car from behind passes slowly and then honks. Your hand rubs my back when you can manage to take it from the wheel or shift. Your fingers entwine in my hair and you tug lightly. You know I like that, but this time you have a different meaning. You pull over to regain composure. It is the ultimate bad girl rush knowing I can take you to the edge of losing control just as you have taken me so many times. Ah, the pleasure in that!
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