I’ve been getting off for months imagining the softness of your skin beneath my fingers, how my body might fit with yours, and what your weight might feel like on top of me. I want to know what your cock tastes like, what your skin smells like, how you kiss, and what it could feel like to have you inside me.
You captivate me and evoke a desire within me to be close, to know you on an intimate level. My curiosity is palpable. I enjoy the obscurity of your personality, how candidly you’ve shared pieces of yourself with me. The words and stories you’ve doled out to me are like little post-it notes I’ve collected that color my perception of you.
When you told me you like rough sex, the thought of unleashing myself on you titillated me with such intensity that it erased my inhibitions and pressed me to ask you to fuck me.
My limbs are vibrating with excited energy as I approach your street. I turn right and shift my focus to the building numbers, careful not to walk passed your place. I take deep breaths, knowing I’ll rush and talk too fast if I don’t calm down.
Your building is a brick three-flat on a tree lined street. I walk up to the front door and buzz your unit. The door clicks and unlocks within seconds. I enter and climb the stairs to the third floor to find you standing in the doorway wearing gray pants, an untucked button up black shirt and a slight smile.
We exchange pleasantries as I step inside, removing my boots, reducing my height by three inches so I have to look up at you. The violet dress I’m wearing clings to my curves, exposes the tops of my breasts and just barely extends passed my hips. It’s covered by a heavy black coat that cinches at the waist. I bought the dress for this occasion as well as a matching lace bra and thong.
You tell me about work as I take off my coat, placing it on the arm of the couch and turn to face you. You’re standing close with your hands in your pockets. Your eyes, as dark as espresso, gleam in the dim light emanating from a green lamp at the far end of the couch. I hear the blood rushing in my ears as my skin heats up at the thought of who is going to make the first move. The silence taking up the space between us is deafening.
I shove you against the wall, your back striking it with a thud. Your eyes fly open in surprise. I wrap my fingers around your neck and squeeze while kissing you ardently. I taste the saltiness of your skin mixed with the indistinguishable flavor of your breath. The craving I’ve kept locked up is rattling in its cage as I kiss you harder.
Your fingers dig into my hips as your teeth graze my lower lip. I press myself against you, finding the rigidity of your cock. Your touch lightens as your fingertips trace the swell of my breasts pushing out over the fabric of my dress. I sink into you as we kiss, my grip on your neck softening.
You pull away and slap my face. Instinctually, I slap you back my eyes flaring with astonishment. You pull the neckline of my dress, exposing my shoulder, biting into it as I squeeze and rub your cock through your pants, testing how far I can go before you stop me. You say nothing and I squeeze harder as you reach into my bra taking my nipple between two finger tips and pinching, fire shooting through my chest.
I look at you with sparkling eager eyes. Yours is the canvas I want to unleash my ferocity on to. There is a safety I feel with you that enables me to act without inhibition or fear.
I unbutton your shirt and press my palms to your chest, appreciating the feel of fine dark hair that covers most of your torso, our lips still locked. I circle your nipples with my fingertips thinking about them between my teeth before removing your shirt.
Your lips, alternating with the tip of your tongue trace my clavicle up my neck to my jaw where you stop. Your fingertips glide along the other side of my collar bone and into my hair. You grab a fistful of it, and pull as I grip your slender hips, nails digging into you as you pull harder. Your teeth take my earlobe and pull before kissing behind my ear and back down my neck.
Our lips meet as we wrap our arms around each other, holding on tightly. You turn around and shove me against the wall, so my cheek is pressed against its cool, hard surface. You pull my dress up over my hips, yanking my tights and thong down revealing my excited cunt. You press your fingers there, splitting me open, your middle finger sliding against my clit so hard it’s everything I have not to yell. The palm of your hand presses against my ass. My stomach tightens, and my teeth clench before I relax into your touch.
You press yourself between my cheeks and thrust against me, your fingers reaching around to the front of my body to play with my clit. I thrash beneath you, the feeling of your fingers too much for me to take, but my desire to follow the sensation is louder than my body’s screaming, so I press my hands into the wall and push back harder against your dick trying to balance out the intensity of your hand on my clit with the pressure of your cock against my asshole.
I twist around grabbing your throat again. Unfazed, you push harder still and I bite the top of your shoulder, losing my breath, the air rushing in and out in ragged breaths. You don’t let up. I slap you again and you slap me back, your relentless hand still tucked between my legs.
You push me over to the couch our eyes fixed on each other as we tumble onto the cushions.
Watching your expression, seeing the subtleties in your eyes as they light up, or darken as we grip, slap and bite each other keeps me saturated with excitement. I delight in giving you pleasure, in pushing beyond what I normally engage in.
I peel off my dress and unhook my bra while you remove your pants, your eyes on my body. You kneel between my legs. I open them wider. You reach for my breasts, palms drifting over my tender nipples. I place my hands on top of yours, squeezing them.
You sit back on your heels as I reach between my legs with my other hand, pressing into my clit and rubbing it in slow soft circles. I gradually increase the pressure, the slippery skin dampening my fingers. Your eyes break away from mine to watch. I slide one inside of me and then another, my eyes tracing the features of your face. Your thick eyelashes framing deep set eyes, eyebrows, the same color of your hair, arching over your eyes like well-fed caterpillars. Your closely cropped beard frames the full lips that I want against mine, against my cunt, against every surface of my body.
I take pleasure in feeling exposed, in allowing you to see me as I touch myself. You place your hands on my inner thighs and slide them down to where my thighs meet my hips. You squeeze me hard and I strike your arm with the side of my leg as you grin.
“Make me come.” I say, removing my hand, and reaching for yours, pressing your palm to my clit.
You push two fingers in and slide them in and out at the same speed you saw me do it. You lean down and lick each of my nipples before taking one in your mouth, your lips closing around it, sucking as I slide my hands through your hair.
“Harder.” I exhale, closing my eyes.
You comply as my hips push against your palm.
I draw in long, slow breaths while keeping my focus on the sensation of your fingers inside of me. I follow the desire to come on your hand as it expands inside my hips, flushing out the tension I felt on my walk to your place.
I want it all with you in this moment; the sacred and the profane. Even though we won’t be quietly talking over dinner, or taking vacations. We won’t engage in long talks in the middle of the night. We won’t hold hands or have a first date. I won’t know about how you squeeze your toothpaste tube or what you eat for breakfast, and it’s ok. I want to love and explore the depths of our sexuality for the sake of it. For the sake of healing and pleasure.
“I’m coming.” I say as I feel an orgasm rising.
You push harder against my clit as the unfolding of my release spills out of me. I cry out, a canopy of delectation draping over me, stealing my consciousness, bathing me in pleasure.
When I’ve quieted, you kiss my lips softly and push your cock inside of me. I study how my body opens and stretches for you, swelling to meet your circumference before matching your rhythm as you ease in and out of me.
I dig my feet into the cushions of the couch pushing against you as you fuck me harder, your hands gripping my neck, and my face flushing pink.
“Yes.” I whisper, closing my eyes again.
Your other hand rubs my side. The contrast of soft and rough feels like ice on my skin after a scorching hot day. My brain doesn’t know what to focus on or what you’re going to do next.
“We should go to the bedroom.” I say, wanting more room to spread out.
“Yes.” you nod, let go and pull out of me.
You room is darker than the living room. There is a small window next to the bed, but the blinds are closed, blocking the glow from the streetlights. You turn on a lamp as I climb onto the bed, watching you move, admiring the shape of your body.
“I want to taste you.” I say as you join me. I push you onto you back before you have a chance to answer.
I get on top, your dick glistening with my liquid. I lick it from the base to the tip, tasting myself on you as you push a pillow under your head to observe.
I wrap my lips around the tip, pressing my tongue into the underside of it. You take a fist full of my hair and pull as I insistently suck the head of your cock, slipping down its length, then dragging my teeth up from the base to the head, my pressure matching your pulling of my hair.
You pull harder and I increase the pressure of my sucking, alternating with dragging my teeth along your shaft. I notice your breath deepening.
I take you in my hand, stroking, squeezing harder than I’ve done with anyone. I keep my hand moving, my teeth sliding along the head, alternating with the flicking of my tongue against the underside of it.
I straddle your hips, pushing you inside of me. I fuck you slowly, my hands pressing into the roundness of your shoulders, fingers squeezing your flesh. I rock back and forth against you, your cock sliding in and out of the confines of my pussy.
You grab my ass, fingers digging into the flesh as you move my hips back and forth, speeding me up. I pinch your nipples, pulling on them, then slap your face. You slap me back, the sting dissolving like steam on a mirror, and I fuck you harder.
“Do it again.” I say, my eyes lighting up and you do, the sting burning a little more.
I lean forward, pinning your shoulders against the bed. You rake your nails down my back, then over my ribcage. My hips crash against you. I feel like I’ve been set on fire; like you’re cutting through an inner desire I didn’t know I was capable of accessing.
You spank my ass and slap my face again. I choke you and you spank me harder, your eyes shining with excitement before you push me over so we tumble on to our sides, legs intertwined, your cock slipping out of me. You climb on top of me as you kiss my neck, biting below my earlobe, the sensation causing my back to tingle and arch.
I wrap my legs around your waist and my arms around your neck. Your mouth returns to my chest, trailing down my sternum, before you lick your way back up in one long broad stroke. You take my wrists over my head and slide your palms down the underside of my arms, pushing them into the mattress.
My eyes meet yours. We hold each other there, suspended in the moment. I feel a level of comfort I’ve never experienced with anyone drifting to the surface of my awareness. As soon as I try to identify and analyze it, it floats away like an erratic butterfly.
You place your hands on my waist, your touch like a blanket of silk draping over my skin. You lick my nipple, the flat of your tongue pushing against its stiffness before you move to the other one. The air on my wet skin makes me shudder.
You lick, suck, bite and the more you do this, the more I want you inside me. I reach up and press my fingers into the headboard as you kiss your way down the length of my body.
I dig the heel of my foot along your spine. Your fingertips trace the inside of my hips, before your mouth travels down my torso, meeting my hipbone. You exchange feathery brushes of your lips for deeper, harder kisses. I writhe beneath you, my sensitive muscles wound so tightly I can barely stand it.
As you press your face against my swollen pussy you pinch my nipples, harder this time, the sensations blurring together so I can’t focus on one particular feeling. The tip of your tongue teases my clit as you push two fingers inside of me. I open my legs wider, ripples of pleasure quaking beneath my skin. You slide your fingers in and out while licking my cunt in quick short strokes.
“I want you to come.” you say.
“Get up here and fuck me.”
You grin and continue lapping at my pussy a little longer before your lips brush against my inner thighs. Your teeth graze the tender skin as you kiss the inside of my hips. I wrap my legs around your waist as you make your way on top of me. I push your dick inside of me as your lips meet mine. You trace my upper lip with the tip of your tongue. I envelop your tongue and suck it a little before continuing to kiss you.
I unwind my legs and fuck you harder, our bodies making a slapping noise as we collide against each other. I grab your ass as you thrust against me. I can’t remember the last time I was fucked this hard.
I study your face, your slender shoulders and arms and think about how nice it might be to have more experience with you, to really know what you like and to keep sharing sex with you. I think about being in a relationship with you, but sometimes it’s nice to not know all the intricate details of a person. Sometimes these brief moments are enough.
I slow down the rhythm of my hips, and kiss you, my tongue languidly blending with yours as I pull you deeper into of me. My feet push into the mattress as I lift my hips higher, devouring every bit of you.
“Don’t stop.” I tell you when I feel the crescendo of another orgasm.
You watch me as I erupt, my voice spilling out of me as the surges of pleasure rock through my belly and hips. One orgasm follows another and another in waves that peak, and fall, only to peak again and again before drifting off and everything becomes still.
You slip out of me, and prop yourself onto your palms, a smile spreading across your face before you say, “Turn around.”
I roll over and rest my forearms on the bed, my hips in the air. You spank me hard before entering me, the sting biting my skin before the pressure of your cock tears through my body. I gingerly shift back, easing you in. I adjust to the different sensation before pushing back harder, my ass slapping against you.
“Push all the way in and stay there.” I tell you.
You do this and I move my hips in circles against the base of his cock. We stay locked together with my hips swirling around you before you’re pushing in and out of me again, the force of your thrusting getting harder each time you push in.
You strike my ass with the flat of your palm.
You comply, spanking me harder.
“Again.” I plead when I’ve recovered from the sharp sting.
You strike me again my skin prickling as if it’s being stuck with tiny needles as I push back and forth against you, my cunt soaking your skin. You grab my hair and yank my head back.
Pressure, pain, and pleasure are darting through me at the same time. I feel I may split in half as I feel the flood of your liquid letting go inside of me, your grip on my hair tightening as you come.
You slow down and pull out and I relax onto my stomach, propping my head up on my hand, observing you as you lay down next to me on your side, both of us grinning. I push my hand through your hair.
“You’re fun.” I smile.
“So are you.” you reply, resting your hand on my lower back. “We should do this again.”
“Yes please.” I stretch out, pulling a pillow under my head feeling sated. For now.