But sadly, they think I’m paid in tens and twenties. What next, will I be taking rolls of quarters? Starbucks gift cards? Appel, please.

Sometimes, I don’t even know if they’re trying anymore. They must be— I have read some wonderful things every now and then. But when you get closer to the edge, you start learning what everything is really made of.

I cooed, “Will you make me cum?” –already knowing he would.

I, too, like foregone conclusions.

Blind I can feel you move positions, never stopping with fingers or mouth, but now I can smell your cock, so close to my eager slutty lips that want nothing more than to devour every hard inch you give. My pussy squeezes and contracts at the idea. Your thighs flank my face and your cock begins to dip into my warm mouth. This is not a position I am normally into, I tend to forget and let my own orgasm slide away as I get involved in how much I love sucking your cock. But this time it was not a factor, I knew you were going to make me cum, even if the feeling did subside, you could bring it right back and in the moment I was thoroughly enjoying making your cock even harder. Feeling the strength of your thighs and your body hovering above me was such a turn on, I lost my self into working your cock and balls.

Oh right. What did I say before? Yes, foregone conclusions.

On a whim, we cut a swathe through some knee-high grass in a cleared area towards the back of one of the sports grounds. A fallen tree blocked our progress, however, there wasn’t a track in or out of the spot – excellent. My inner paranoiac scanned the scene for disturbed grass where others may have taken a short cut but all blades except the ones we trampled were upright — perfect.

Honestly, I’m that paranoid too.

I removed my pants, sat on the log and sucked his cock as his fingers probed inside me. His cock slid out my mouth and I left him to his own devices as I came. I’d never intend to bite someone’s cock if it’s in my mouth as I’m coming, but it’s one vow I’d never wish to test. I was blinded by the sun and stars in my eyes as I recuperated and he allowed me a few seconds’ rest before working my g-spot again. I grasped his shoulders and buttocks as I came again in a surprise spurt. We discovered that I come more easily when positioned close to vertical — and I was half-sliding down the log anyway – and he got me off several more times until my legs felt they were filled uselessly with the viscous fluid and glitter in snowdomes.

Well, snowdomes make me think of winter… right?

i hung up the phone, but the heat lingered between my legs, and as my aesthetician spread my legs wide to get every lingering hair from the crack of my ass, a trickle of cunt juice slid out of my cunt and onto the blanket beneath me. i knew she couldn’t have helped but notice, and i swear i blushed from head to toe, my voice faltering in the midst of our usual waxing chit chat about sex and kink.

“Wow, that phone call really had an effect on you, didn’t it,” she asked. “I’ve never seen you get quite so worked up before.” i nodded, too embarrassed to speak. “Well,” she said, “good thing that we’re about done here.” And then she slid a finger of her gloved hand down across my clit, and to the slippery opening of my cunt.

The rest is worth a read. A quick read and a very long, hard think.

My middle finger was in the cleft of her ass, resting conspicuously against her anus. The tiny orifice puckered as though for a kiss while the pad of my finger caressed it. She looked back and up at me while I held her like this against the hotel room door as she fumbled to get the magnetic card into the electronic door lock. A maid was peering at us from down the hall.

Ah, yes. Romps in hotels.

Her pussy stays the wettest of any woman I have ever known. The sweetness literally pours from her. I suck her cunt and clit, alternating at times to push her protruding pink clit around with my tongue; teasing, toying, denying…

That last word— perfect. Although I admit fully: denying is nothing without fulfilling. Much later, of course.

Formal-wear can be so… formal, sometimes.

He studies her, and as he does so, he imagines himself amongst the party-goers, anonymous in black tuxedo and bow tie. He imagines the other men watching her, unable to drag their gazes away from her. He knows what they’ll be thinking. They’ll be wondering what it would be like to slip their hand inside the long slit on her dress and onto the warmth of her thigh. They’ll be wondering what it would be like to be alone with her, to take hold of the gown’s zip and draw it slowly downwards until the dress slides down her body and pools at her feet.

Well, and then there’s that.