THE ROMANTIC


When I was younger I was such a naive romantic! I believed that my true love would understand me at the telepathic level. They would know what I would like, what I read, what would make me happy Just KNOW!

Now I’m older I’m so blasé about love. I don’t want drama. I don’t want to have to feel the need to be jealous. We put trust love communication And effort into the relationship and we made it clear to others that we are unavailable to others.

In other words love is so-so right now!

 

I NEVER LEFT YOU


They were out celebrating his grandson’s latest football game. Crowded around the table wearing jerseys with their family name.

His eyes were drawn to her the moment she walked into view. His ex wife. His heart kicked hard in his chest. In that moment all the years that he had spent resenting her rewound to the day he had fallen in love with her.

It left him reeling. He still loved her. He tried to fill the emptiness inside him with other women, drinking, sex and now he knew he realized what was missing. Who he was missing. Her.

As if she felt his eyes on her, her head turned their gaze meeting. Her chin lifted defiantly, and she scowled.

His lips kicked up in amusement. Nope, She still hadn’t changed.

Her dark hair was disheveled, lipstick smeared. Mascara running down her cheeks. She was a mess. her jersey was too big on her and he realized it was his.

She approached their children’s table, her head high her shoulders back. Lord, that woman was something else. Disappeared out of their lives for years and walked back in as if nothing happened, he thought ruefully.

“Is it too late if I join you?” Her voice trembled despite her bravado.

Their son stood, wearing matching jersey “this is a family event, mother” he told her coolly.

“I see,” she whispered. Her eyes went from her eldest son, to her daughter to her her youngest sons. They had families of their own now and she missed every special event from her children growing up, to each of their weddings, the births of her grandchildren.

”I’m sorry I bothered you” she choked out. She took a step back and turned.

”that’s it?” She froze at her ex husband’s voice. “Go on then. Do what you always do. Run. Run when things get hard”

she pivotted on her heel to glare at him. “I’m not running away! They don’t want me here!”

He stood up from his chair and walked away from the table. A glimmer of panic slithered through her as he stalked her. “You left us, remember?” His voice was low. “I spent every day and night picking up our children’s heart and life because you couldn’t get your shit together!”

”I tried “ She croaked.

“You tried!” He seized her shoulders, “and what about me? I lost my wife! I was alone! You promised me forever!”

Before she could speak his mouth came down on hers. The kiss was gentle and soft. His head lifted “you left me. But I never left you. I have and will always love you!”

-part of a dream I remembered. I thought I had written it down but when I woke up I realized I hadn’t It was quite remarkable because all I can remember this woman left her family and as punishment  traveled through time (forward and back). generations of her family reminding her how good she had it!

ALWAYS AND FOREVER


“I worry that my affection will scare you away and I can not lose you.” she whispered.

“You’re wrong not to trust me. I love you. I will give you all I have. My heart. You will never have to doubt what I say or feel. You will never lose me.”

He traced her mouth with his thumb and slowly lowered his head. His eyes never leaving hers. “You will be my always and forever” he promised, his breath whispering over her trembling lips before his mouth touched hers.

 

 

LOUDER THAN A WHISPER


He let her set the pace. The roll of her hips had her rocking up and down the length of his cock. Her clit grinding against his pelvis as her breath exploded between her lips in little soft moans.

She was so wet. Hot. No doubt turned on by the fact that anyone could walk into his office and see them on his desk. He groaned as her muscles squeezed him, milking the length of his cock as she slid up then back down. She was so tight. Perfect.

The strands of her hair clung to her cheeks, her eyes heavy lidded with her lust. Her kiss swollen lips were parted, a mere breath from his. His fingers smoothed her damp hair from her face, twisting into the tendrils.

”Remember if you are louder than a whisper,” he teased warningly “I will stop. You won’t cum”

Her lips kicked up at the corner “No, you won’t cum. I will climb off you right now and end this ride” she shot back.

She had him right by his cock. He groaned as she squeezed him again making him throb inside her. “You’re so cute when you try to play your little dom games” she purred “but let’s face it. I’m always in control” she kissed him slowly easing the roll of her hips.

A surge of something akin to anger  went through him. It was true she did have control issues. But her control ended in the bedroom. He was exacting. Deliberate with her pleasure. He derived a certain kind of satisfaction knowing that she trusted him enough with releasing her control over to him. Even a greater primitive triumph when she would cum calling his name.

He had been too lax with her.

His mouth still on hers, on hand in her hair the other gripped her hip, and changed the tempo of their lovemaking.

Her eyes went wide. Her startled gasp swallowed by his mouth, she flung her arms around him as her face buried in his throat.

The straps of her lace bralet fell off her shoulders, her full breasts bounced with every upward hard thrust of his hips.

He felt her pussy walls clenching around him, her juice dripping down his cock to his balls. Staining his Armani trousers. Fuck! She was driving him to the brink. His cock was throbbing, as he pounded deep inside her.

her nails dug into his skin. “Please” She croaked.

he smiled “you can cum any time you want,” her head lifted in confusion. He stroked her cheek. “If you remember you are not in control here. I am”

she made a small sound. “Fuck you”

he laughed. “You are fucking me”

she gasped, as his hips stopped moving. His cock still buried deep inside her. Throbbing hot and thick. “I will give you this. My cock or leave you with nothing. Just let me be here for you”

Her eyes were wide, her body trembling with unreleased pleasure and emotions. “Make me cum” her tone was imperilious.

he clicked his tongue. He started to hoist her off him.

”wait! What are you doing!” She gasped. “You can’t be serious!” The wide dome of his cock was teasing her opening.

He let her dangle above his cock, waiting patiently for her to say the words.

”please. Don’t.” She pleaded. “I’m sorry.”

he didn’t move.

“I feel vulnerable when you take control” she whispered, “but the truth is I’ve never felt more safe than I’m with you”

He kissed her, slowly lowering her down. The slow thrust drove him deep. Her pussy muscles rippled around him, as her orgasm slammed through her. Her cries muffled into his throat.

He groaned as his own orgasm seized him. His cum shooting deep inside her. He fell back onto his desk dragging her with him. “Hmm this was supposed to be a quickie” she teased.

”give me a break,” he grunted “I’m not a young man anymore”

”You are perfect!” She kissed him.

He chuckled “thank you.”

 

NO ONE CAN HANDLE ME


co-worker: What about your number, Becky? Arent, you going to give him your phone number?

me: uh no. He couldn’t handle this. I am too high maintenance!

black and white holland roden gif

Steve: We know that. (rolls his eyes)

-No one can handle me.

OBEY


Hmm can’t sleep. Maybe it’s because of every time I close my eyes I see you and I fucking. And the delicious sensations that course through my body makes it impossible to keep my hands off my pussy!

I imagine you corner me in the kitchen. Kissing me, telling me you miss me, miss us this. Your hands on my body, your mouth following In their wake. You make me forget myself I love how you focus your hunger on me. My response to your touch, my desire my pleasure is all that matters to you! You don’t care that anyone could walk in on us, or  hear me moaning because it’s turning you on. I’m so wet, by the time you spread me out on the kitchen nook. You fuck me hard and fast, whispering hot little dirty words in my ear that make me lose control. You cum. Spurting deep inside me. Making me cum again.

After we are done You take my panties and tell me I’m not allowed to clean up. I have to go out to the party and be a hostess with your cum dripping down my thighs.

im mortified yet hot as hell at thought of your guests seeing me like this. So I obey. I walk out of the kitchen and there is no doubt in everyone’s mind what was happening in the kitchen.

Hmm I came so hard to that fantasy.

OBJECT OF DESIRE


Being in charge most of the time in her everyday life, in bed, she prefers to let her partner lead her anywhere they want. She is a little shy and doesn’t always know how to proceed so she needs to be shown new things to make her more interested. Her sexuality needs to be encouraged and built up first of all. Satisfies you

“OMG now I have to wash the sheets.”

  • hmm so me

I DONT SHARE WHATS MINE


I could feel his body sliding atop of mine. The rough texture of his jeans against my bare skin felt delicious as he sank between my thighs. I could feel the  hard length of his cock through his jeans, hot throbbing. I sucked in a deep breath, my heart raced with anticipation, my body seared with the heat and of weight of his pressing me down.

I smoothed my hands over his chest, spreading his shirt open. His skin was hot. My finger nails razing through the curls of chest hair that tapered down his abdomen. His muscles flexed in response.  He hissed.

his hand caught mine, yanking them up over my head. The other gripped my chin forcing me to meet his gaze. The icy blue were mesmerizing, piercing as if he could see the depths of my soul.

“You brought me to your bed,” He chided, “I didn’t come here to sleep. Or to cuddle you.”

A shiver went through me. “Yes” I whispered.

The fingers on my chin eased, slowly sliding up to tangle in my hair. I inhaled sharply. His mouth brushed mine, whispering over my lips, teasing me. I whimpered. More. His breath scored over my ear.

“Oh baby” he whispered “those little girl daydreams about love end now. I’m not your Prince Charming, I’m the Big Bad Wolf. Once you are in my bed, you are mine.” He nipped my ear. “Those little fantasies you write about? Forget about sharing them. I don’t share what’s mine.”