The Kiss

Just a gentle little kiss that started it all. A kiss between your lips and mine. Soft and tender, moist and yielding. The tender flicker of your tongue against mine.

The unexpected kiss, triggering a flood of emotions. Tactile sensations and mild euphoria.
The comforting kiss, amidst tears and crushing disappointment, your mouth seeked mine and I melted into you.
Countless stolen kisses, some a prelude to a carnal feast while others a gentle peck.
Some furtive while in the grips of passion. Others just lascivious and taunting as we toyed with each other.
We kissed in daylight, behind closed doors, stealing a moment. At times our mouths locked in hungry embrace under the cover of night. Our fingers grazing each others bodies. Tingling. Our lips would soon follow, our tongues leaving a glistening trail on our bare skin.

Then a void. A vacuum. A malevolent gift of the folly rippled by a heart spurned.

In solitary silence, amidst clouds of anger and drizzling hurt, the lips yearned, beseeching a forgiving kiss that remained elusive.

Till an unexpected night, under the shadow of the Pyramid, my lips asked yours for a kiss. A kiss to say I was sorry and then walk away.

But then, your tongue met mine and I didn't want to say good bye. Now, unshackled and free, the lips want more than stolen kisses and hurried smooches.

The angel has unclasped her broken wings and unhooked her tainted halo. Her moist and swollen lips moans a kiss from you to unleash the devil within her. Lean closer, into me and surrender every fantasy, every desire your body trembles for as I curl my lips around you.

I Do..I Don't..Do I?

Some girls wait a life time for a man on bended knee with a ring in his hand proclaiming undying love. I didn’t have to wait a lifetime and I had three. Well, they weren’t all on bended knee but it was rings they wanted to put on my finger, making me theirs, intricately binding my life with their own. It would have been spectacular if all three did it at the same time. Saying I do to all would have made for some very interesting nights. French on Mondays, Portuguese on Wednesdays, English on Fridays and a continental buffet over the weekends.

Ooolala…I can’t seem to run away from my as yet unfulfilled sexual fantasy of being the object of pure carnal lust of two men or more. Hmmm… I am still holding on with hope that some naughty dreams of mine will come true someday. Life is difficult for a discerning nympho who finds it hard to give sexual trust. Yet at the same time I get easily aroused by men who excel in verbal foreplay. And I certainly don’t mean phrases like “oh baby I wanna fuck you so badddd!”. If that floated my boat, I would be a happy pussy listening to Akon and 50 cent every night.

Just how can I say “I do” and know that I can never have the pleasure of toying with a man using all my charms of seduction ever again? How do I give up the thrill of kissing a new pair of lips and feeling the excitement of the moment when a stranger turns into a lover. Or when a friend you have spent years teasing and taunting suddenly decides to put his tongue down your throat and his hands slip under your bra, squeezing the very breasts he had only seen glimpses of. How do you match sudden surges of excitement like this with the routine and predictable sex you will be having with your beloved spouse? It is what grown ups do you say, they settle down and have kids! But what if settling down and playing mommy isn’t all that I want?

My very own Cristiano left me terrified of men who try to kill the very essence of me that attracted them in the first place. “Your top is too low, my friends are staring at your boobs”. “You are my girlfriend, stop chatting with my friends, you are flirting with them aren’t you?” I endured three years of playing the submissive and passive girlfriend. An attachment to his arm while we went drinking and playing pool with his endless stream of rowdy and socially dysfunctional friends. I endured. Until he accused me of having an affair with my colleague. If it were fucking true, I wouldn’t have minded but what snapped within me was that he sucked all the joy and happiness I had in just being me. And I wasn’t even being unfaithful to him!

And then there was Pierce. I had never expected to find yet alone, fall in love with a man like Pierce. He was captivated by every aspect of me. It turned him on watching me tease and flirt with his buddies and when we got home, the sex was phenomenal. With him, I could totally let go and just be that wanton slut that I am and he didn’t judge. Nothing was too perverse, nothing was taboo. From bondage to a vixen in knee high boots, a corset and whip. I was his Madame, his slut, his sex toy, his lover. Surprising him at work in the middle of the day for a quickie in the helicopter to smoking joints and riding him on a bobbing boat in the middle of the sea. It was never predictable, it was always fun. I trusted him completely. So much that I wanted so badly to give him a threesome with a Filipina bar maid who caught his eye.

I was excited and terrified all at the same time. Unsure of what I was doing and how I was going to feel. It helped that she and I got along fabulously. Fair with an angelic face and dark hair, she turned heads where ever she went. The body helped as well I suppose. I watched her undress, he seemed mesmerized till he turned to look at me with eyes that were filled with so much love. I can never forget the sight of her mouth sliding down his cock and as he threw his head back in pleasure and pulled me towards him, kissing me with such ferocity that I thought he was going to cum there and then.

There were ground rules, he couldn’t fuck her. Hey, it was my first ever 3some with a man I was in love with so of course I was a tad possessive! And he couldn’t kiss her forehead. For some strange reason, I have always associated kissing someone’s forehead as being the most intimate gesture of affection. He has been the only one who has done it to me and apart from Pierce, I have only kissed Stallion on the forehead.

I really didn’t have to worry because all Pierce seemed interested in doing was to give me a fucking that left me sore for days.

I almost said I do to Pierce, but I didn’t and now I wonder, do I really want the I dos? Maybe with a man who doesn’t want to change me and shares the same sexual drive I do and yearns to explore new experiences, feelings and sensations. A man who understands that I have a life, respects my secrets and doesn’t question my past. A man who is confident and comfortable in his own skin, who doesn’t need me but chooses to be with me.

If that man exists, then maybe I do.

As The Rain Falls

The night becomes cooler and the rhythmic pounding of raindrops outside my window lull me into a semi-conscious state. I am stretched out on my bed wearing nothing but a silly little smile and a thin white cotton t-shirt. I know what I want is something that is probably never going to happen but you should know me by now. I never play by the rules. I make those up as I go along in life. Only to break them when ever I feel like it. Although nothing even remotely sexual happened today, just the lingering scent of you makes my body tingle.

I let my hands wander, teasing my nipples through my t-shirt, making them hard and erect, imagining the bristles of your mustache against their delicate skin, your lips gently sucking on them. Slowly my hands move down my tummy and I let my fingers find the bottom hem of my shirt, slowly pulling it up, imaging it was your hands, remembering how it felt like. A little moan escaped my lips and my hand slipped into my panties finding my pussy lips wet and moist. I couldn’t believe how wet I was and blamed it on the combination of the rain and the fact that I have been practically virginal since June! I know you would never believe me though.

Anyway, this is my fantasy right now and I can imagine just about anything as I caress my clit gently. I have never told you just how sexy I think your smooth chest is. I absolutely love licking it all over and sucking on your hard and erect nipples. I close my eyes and imagine you lying between my legs and I have this big grin on my face. For the countless times I have kneeled between yours, I have you now in my mind, just about to pleasure me the same way. I run my finger over my swollen clit and feel my body quiver. My other fingers stretch out across my vaginal mound gently squeezing it.

I begin to make light circles around my clit while teasing the opening of my vagina with my middle finger. I moan as I recall your voice in the darkness asking me to cum for you. I quicken the pace with my fingers and alternate between rubbing the hard swollen little nub and plunging my finger into my very wet pussy, squeezing it hard as I imagine it is your cock inside of me.

My breathing quickens and I moan with each breath. Writhing from side to side, I clutch at my breasts almost violently as I feel the familiar stirring from deep within my body and I start to lose myself in the memory of your voice when you are turned on and lusting for sexual release. I pull my hand away from my pussy and quickly ransack my cupboard, looking for Willie. My trusty vibrator that has seen much better days. After what seems like an eternity, I find him and then realise that I am out of batteries. Rubbing my thighs together, I try to keep my clit stimulated as I search for batteries and finally decide to use the ones from my TV remote.

I hurried back to my bed, quickly shedding off all pieces of clothing before sprawling out on my queen sized bed, legs apart I place Willie against my clit and gasp at the sensation. I squirm as I play with my breasts, running my hands all over my stomach and the undersides of my breasts while Willie obediently whirrs against my clit, engorging it further and inducing even more wetness. I begin to roll my nipples in between my fingers and massage my large breasts. Wondering what it would feel like if I was doing this on 3G for you where you watch me masturbate knowing that it is a show just for you, born out of passion for you.

The thought of you watching me as I masturbate sends me into a heightened state of arousal. Every inch of my body is tingling at the thought of you and I want to cum so badly. The buzz of the vibrator seems to get louder and I pull my knees up against my chest and open them wide. Willie almost drowns. I am so horny that my hips start squirming against the bed and I push against the vibrator, imagining that I was grinding against your hips.

Your voice purrs through my mind again, the vibrator grazes my engorged clit and I moan loudly, grabbing my breasts. God I really want you so badly right now at this moment. I let the vibrator slide up and down my pussy lips and tease the opening of my vagina. I imagine your warm breath against my cheek watching my every move and I slide the vibrator in my wetness, long and soft, it whirrs into me. Slowly I begin to pull it out, the vibration still stimulating my clit. Back in I push Willie, all the way in and then I began quickening the pace. In and out Willie plunges into my hole as I massage my breasts with my free hand.

I moan with each breath, struggling not to be too loud when all I feel like doing is gasping your name out loud. I begin to rock my hips harder and faster against the vibrator. I can feel my climax beginning to build as I squeeze the plastic cock, wishing hard that it was your cock that I was gripping with my pussy, pushing you closer to your own climax, anticipating the gush of warm semen shooting against the walls of my cervix. My entire body is writhing on the bed as if possessed. Images of your face toying with me and my breath becomes laboured and my heart racing. Squeezing against the vibrator, I picture your face leaning in to kiss me and I imagine you moaning as I massage your balls as your cock is being squeezed hard by my pussy.

That image pushes me over the edge and my moans are almost continuous. My hand almost a blur I force Willie to fuck me. My body becomes rigid and tense and I start to climax in uncontrollable waves. I am so close to screaming your name as I coax another climax out of my soaking wet pussy. I feel myself cum and my juices trickle down my ass and down my thigh. I ease the strokes as my climax subsides and my vagina becomes painfully sensitive. With a flick of my finger I turn off Willie and slide him out of my pussy.

I sigh heavily and lay completely relaxed on my bed, my heart beating so fast that I can hear it pounding in my head. I smile to myself wondering just what your reaction would be if you knew you had a seat in my thoughts as I masturbated to fantasies of you.