I watched a man get a hard on in Victoria's Secret yesterday. It was amazing, in a way, either he didn't know he was that visible or he didn't care. He just stood there, pants bulging, watching.
Oddly enough, I couldn't stop staring at his crotch.
In some weird twisted way, it turned me on, making me wish that R wasn't out of town. Then again, sometimes rubbing your own pussy until you cum is just as satisfying.
Monday, July 24, 2006
Tuesday, July 18, 2006
Caught in the Act
The noises and laughter could be heard through the door as we gently kissed and caressed, my hands traveling across his chest, his hands gripping my ass, pulling me toward him.
His cock was hard, pressing into me, beckoning me to take notice.
With a devilish smile upon my lips I kneel down before him, stroking, rubbing my thumb across the bulge beneath his zipper. Carefully squeezing and applying pressure, I slowly stroked his cock through the material of his slacks.
"Should I take care of that for you [R]?" I giggled, and licked my lips slowly.
"Absolutely..." he groaned, tearing the zipper down and unleashing himself.
Slowly running my tongue along the underside of his cock, I wrapped my fingers around his base and gave it a squeeze, massaging his balls as I enveloped the head of his cock with my mouth.
Every fiber of my being wanted to pounce upon him, I grew wet with anticipation, knowing I would have to wait a few more hours yet.
His fingers were tangled in my hair, my head bobbing up and down, sucking in his essence, when the door flew open, wide eyes staring in at us.
"Holy shit [R], my bad man," he replied, then continued to stare. I hadn't stopped what I was doing, in fact, I was kind of enjoying the audience.
"What the hell?? Get a good enough view??" R was pissed, pulling his jacket up to shield his view of me. He placed his hand on the back of my head as the door slammed, cum pulsing into my mouth as I tried to swallow it down without choking.
"That's my girl," he moaned, smoothing my hair down where his fingers had been.
His cock was hard, pressing into me, beckoning me to take notice.
With a devilish smile upon my lips I kneel down before him, stroking, rubbing my thumb across the bulge beneath his zipper. Carefully squeezing and applying pressure, I slowly stroked his cock through the material of his slacks.
"Should I take care of that for you [R]?" I giggled, and licked my lips slowly.
"Absolutely..." he groaned, tearing the zipper down and unleashing himself.
Slowly running my tongue along the underside of his cock, I wrapped my fingers around his base and gave it a squeeze, massaging his balls as I enveloped the head of his cock with my mouth.
Every fiber of my being wanted to pounce upon him, I grew wet with anticipation, knowing I would have to wait a few more hours yet.
His fingers were tangled in my hair, my head bobbing up and down, sucking in his essence, when the door flew open, wide eyes staring in at us.
"Holy shit [R], my bad man," he replied, then continued to stare. I hadn't stopped what I was doing, in fact, I was kind of enjoying the audience.
"What the hell?? Get a good enough view??" R was pissed, pulling his jacket up to shield his view of me. He placed his hand on the back of my head as the door slammed, cum pulsing into my mouth as I tried to swallow it down without choking.
"That's my girl," he moaned, smoothing my hair down where his fingers had been.
Monday, July 17, 2006
Flirtation
His eyes flirted with mine from across the room. From a sideways glance I smile in return, then quickly look away.
His colleagues are surrounding him, demanding his attention, they are the least of his concern at the moment. The only person in the room that he is even aware of is me.
Casually sitting with his partner, I tip the wine glass to my lips and sip. The partner is boring me, but I make no move to leave. I pretend to be interested in a conversation that eludes me, every once in a while a smile appears on my lips, every once in a while I ask what his stance is on the subject.
All the while I am waiting for my chance to be alone with him, the only one in the room who captures my full attention, I glance again in his direction and wave.
Then laugh as the partner teases me and my indiscretions, wishing he had found me first.
His colleagues are surrounding him, demanding his attention, they are the least of his concern at the moment. The only person in the room that he is even aware of is me.
Casually sitting with his partner, I tip the wine glass to my lips and sip. The partner is boring me, but I make no move to leave. I pretend to be interested in a conversation that eludes me, every once in a while a smile appears on my lips, every once in a while I ask what his stance is on the subject.
All the while I am waiting for my chance to be alone with him, the only one in the room who captures my full attention, I glance again in his direction and wave.
Then laugh as the partner teases me and my indiscretions, wishing he had found me first.
Friday, July 14, 2006
Between the Sheets
I smiled as his hand slowly traced the length of my thigh, resting finally between my legs, fingers slowly rubbing the thin silky material of my panties. Reaching up, I wrap my free arm around his shoulder, kissing his lips. His tough became rough between my legs, I pressed my hips against his hand, wanting much more.
Pushing him onto his back, I straddled his waist allowing his hard on to rest between the bare skin of my thighs. My skin tight spaghetti strap tank top bulged at the breast, arching my back, I placed my hands on his thighs and slowly rolled my hips, wanting more than anything to have every inch of him inside me. His hands traveled up the front of me, grabbing my tits and squeezing, kneading, cupping them.
Moaning aloud, I placed my hands upon his and begged him to fuck me.
I fell back to the bed as he sat up without warning, his eyes glazed with lust and need.
"Get on your knees baby," he crooned, hovering above me.
"Ok," awkwardly, I rolled onto my knees beneath him. My face was buried in the comforter, his breath warm on my neck. Rough hands pulled my panties down to my knees, exposing me in full for his pleasure. Without warning he buried his rock hard cock inside me, pulling me by my hips, crushing my ass to his groin. I groaned out from a pain which quickly subsided to sheer animal hunger for him.
"That's my girl, push back on me baby," his hands held my shoulders, pulling on them as I pushed back, nearly sitting in his lap. Moaning, I couldn't stop moaning as his cock pulsed and throbbed inside me. The panties ripped apart finally, allowing me to spread my legs wide, allowing R to fit between them. I screamed out in ecstasy as I came, tiny shivers traveled the length of my spine.
"Oh, yeah, that's my girl, don't hold back baby," smoothing his hands along my back side, he thrust deeply inside me, cumming as well. Beads of perspiration coated our bodies as we moved to lie close to each other.
I didn't care.
I was just so glad to have him next to me.
Pushing him onto his back, I straddled his waist allowing his hard on to rest between the bare skin of my thighs. My skin tight spaghetti strap tank top bulged at the breast, arching my back, I placed my hands on his thighs and slowly rolled my hips, wanting more than anything to have every inch of him inside me. His hands traveled up the front of me, grabbing my tits and squeezing, kneading, cupping them.
Moaning aloud, I placed my hands upon his and begged him to fuck me.
I fell back to the bed as he sat up without warning, his eyes glazed with lust and need.
"Get on your knees baby," he crooned, hovering above me.
"Ok," awkwardly, I rolled onto my knees beneath him. My face was buried in the comforter, his breath warm on my neck. Rough hands pulled my panties down to my knees, exposing me in full for his pleasure. Without warning he buried his rock hard cock inside me, pulling me by my hips, crushing my ass to his groin. I groaned out from a pain which quickly subsided to sheer animal hunger for him.
"That's my girl, push back on me baby," his hands held my shoulders, pulling on them as I pushed back, nearly sitting in his lap. Moaning, I couldn't stop moaning as his cock pulsed and throbbed inside me. The panties ripped apart finally, allowing me to spread my legs wide, allowing R to fit between them. I screamed out in ecstasy as I came, tiny shivers traveled the length of my spine.
"Oh, yeah, that's my girl, don't hold back baby," smoothing his hands along my back side, he thrust deeply inside me, cumming as well. Beads of perspiration coated our bodies as we moved to lie close to each other.
I didn't care.
I was just so glad to have him next to me.
Wednesday, July 12, 2006
The same, yet, different
A depression has set over me, I so long for R to return to the way he was. He remembers many of our experiences and his feelings for me are still strong, but, it's just not the same. Words can not explain why I feel this. I don't even know why I feel this. I loathe and despise the woman who has changed my life so dramatically.
My only hope is that, in time, I get my funny and spontaneous R back.
Last night was as close to normal as I've had since the accident. R was released from the hospital yesterday, I couldn't wait to get him home, for us to be able to share some alone time. I've missed him so much. I've seen him everyday, but it's just not the same, I don't like to share. I want him all to myself, I want him to focus his attentions toward me.
And, he did.
We sat and watched TV just like old times, times that I have long since forgotten about. He relaxed back, leaning on stacked pillows on the bed, me sitting between his parted legs, my back relaxing upon his front.
It was pure heaven.
My only hope is that, in time, I get my funny and spontaneous R back.
Last night was as close to normal as I've had since the accident. R was released from the hospital yesterday, I couldn't wait to get him home, for us to be able to share some alone time. I've missed him so much. I've seen him everyday, but it's just not the same, I don't like to share. I want him all to myself, I want him to focus his attentions toward me.
And, he did.
We sat and watched TV just like old times, times that I have long since forgotten about. He relaxed back, leaning on stacked pillows on the bed, me sitting between his parted legs, my back relaxing upon his front.
It was pure heaven.
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