delectabledeviants:

Her biggest birthday desire. When I said she could have anything, she blushed, clammed up, caught my gaze and whispered thusly..

To buy a strap on, watch me finger tease my bottom as she sat there. As I lubed and played, I saw her push her thighs together, bite her lip, naughty sparkles shimmering between her sex. A look in her eyes that said she wanted to play.

Moving over to her, to slowly ease the fake cock inside me, seeing her devour every instance of my expression as I caught my breath, found pleasure, pain, pleasure .. until it was all the way inside me. Every movement, shudder, breath making it move just-so inside me, making me moan with a lustre that inspired such gasps in Miss.

Of reaching down and teasing my cock for her as I moved, my moans getting louder, the degree of being able to breath stolen momentarily, when I had to stop, brush away the tinsel kissing eye edges of my vision, trying so hard to control myself when already all I wanted to do was cum over and over.

Seeing the look in her eyes, of fantasies coming true, of continuing to desire my every aspect, made that wanton climax all the more scintillating  yet I wanted to marvel at her, increase the pleasure, watch her blushing redden, the rise and fall of her chest ache as much as mine.

It was a certain moment of me trying to keep it toegther, when her voice broke into language. She told me about how she’d fantasied about this moment, laying in bed and teasing her clit imagining such a charged moment, eventually fingerfucking herself to a shattering climax imagining finishing a boy, or a man off all over her, of him spunking so, so wildly.

She told me this wasn’t a recent instance, that she’d imagined in it her teenage years, and such wanderings of both mind and fingertips has shook forth some of her most screaming orgasms. 

I stopped and watched her, pouring over her language, blinks and blushes. The moments when her eyes held mine of staggering connection between us, such savage electricity.

I leaned back and moved my fingertips over her clit. Started to make tiny circles as she spoke. She wanted this, her moan like a bow stroked cello as I took my time. I eventually robbed her of language, but her hands moved to my cock.

As I moved my fingertips over her, she began touching my cock, revelling in the reaction of each twitch. As I began to circle my hips around in time with the way I caressed her clit - the starp-on inside my curvacious as dangerous against my greatest aspect, this new incredible weakness - she tightened her hand around me and started to pump back and forth. My hips upon the plastic cock, my fingertips upon her clit, her hand rubbing back and forth in such filthy symmetry  locked gaze constant, the spontaneous of sighs, moans and gasps sything back and forth madly. 

Until the point she wanted me, the moment hers to call, her eyes widening as if to say close, that she wanted me, wanted my sex, wanted my cum all over her. She didn’t cum first, I couldn’t fucking resist her downfall and screamed out like a wild man, hips rocking backwards and forwards against her tightened fist as I came, to which the sensations inside me capitulated any hope I had of being more than a writhing creature of flame.

I shot spunk way up the bed, covering her breasts, catching her lips, watching her lick just as the point where her mouth opened, her hips bucked and she started to climax against my fingers. Which turned me on more, make my cock pure fucking throb for her, cumming more than I ever though i could - and that in turn shaking her further still.

When we stopped, we were still shaking. Minutes passed before eyes opened. Numbness in face and body. Both unable to talk from the intensity, before collapsing into arms, soft kisses, eyes sharing close and unspoken.

I get the feeling pretty Miss has so many secrets left to share, to be uncovered, be i’m left in no uncertain terms that she’s doing so because of trust, because it’s me. And as I place another of my softest kisses upon her lips, the sparkle in my eyes tells her I don’t want anyone else, and that’s she’s precious and special in my arms. Without saying a word.

absolutely fantastic. I love this writer’s mind. Every story is just so dangerously erotic. Unf.

(Source: privatestrapon)

lumieres-home:

delectabledeviants:

Such a cute couple. And as an older man it’s been such a delight to flirt with you both, especially when I found out the things you’d talked about in bed. What if I was there, watching you, joining in.

Something new for her, her first anal fuck. He looks nervous, second thoughts perhaps, combined with the forbidden desire of taking her like this. Her eyes are closed, lost to the same feelings. He can’t look at me. Nervous, guilty, or worried about an attraction.

Watching the teens fuck slowly, their naked bodies moving closely. I’m still suited, watching them, throbbing in my trousers. At the point one of them steals a look at me, that’s the point I start to rub over my trousers. But it’s him that’s looking. Now staring. Looking into my eyes, down at my hand moving to touch and teasing over the black material. So much unsaid, thrown into fucking her harder, pinning her down tighter.

When she opens her eyes soon after I see her bite her lip at the ridge i’m touching, of reactions each has that’s hidden from the other when I undo my zip, open my boxers and start to tease my cock. Wanking for them as both watch me, as he begins fucking her faster and faster.

My tone is fatherly, almost teaching them like children, scolded by teacher, of what the fuck do they think they are doing, calling him a dirty little bastard, her a filthy fucking whore. Taking their public perception and tarnishing it with the turn of a phrase, the scathe of language. watching them both react to being told off, their fucking becoming more intense.

I stop teasing my cock and rake my nails hard down her body, ten deep track marks from collar bone down to cunt. watching her react to the pain, the pleasure when I touch over her clit, then that same finger eases a digit just inside, even for a moment. She’s sopping.

I tell her how much she’s begging to be fucked by me. Of how absolutely abhorrent it is to have a boy in her arse and a man deep inside her pussy. Of how hard i’m going to fuck her. Of how my tone and words will grow louder the hornier I get, the closer I ease against climax.

I hear him sigh just before her, then pulling his legs together, my suited thighs pressing around his and between hers - and teasing the tip of my cock inside her. watching for both reactions. I know she wants more, I tell her i’m going to tell everyone what a filthy whore she is. The point where she looks into my eyes and believes me, with such a degree of sacred, is when I feed her all of my length. her frightened turns to pleasure, he knows what i’m, doping and started to fuck her faster. When she throws me the naughtiest smile is point I start to match his speed.

Poor boy can’t last though, begins to whimper, nuzzle into her neck, his cock jerking erratically in her arse as he starts to cum inside her. She’s shocked, turned on - but not as much as I am. I start hammering into her faster and faster, calling her names, berating him for not lasting. he’s blushing, ashamed, kissing into her neck, blushing, he can’t look at me - it’s fucking delicious. 

I hold my pace, tease all the places I know will drive her wild, delight in taking her to the point of orgasm and then denying her it. Then do it again. And again. Taking time inbetween to spank her clit, tell her off, watch both of their reactions. Spellbound. It’s beautiful. 

She’s so fucking wet, but is caught unaware when I pull out, thinking I’m going to cum all over her. But I push her to the side, spread his legs and give him my final thrusts, panic in his eyes, yet my hand on his cock is hardening him.

Soon he’s hardening in my hand again, as to whether it’s because of the sheer sinful or his girlfriend blushing and fingering herself like crazy as she devours me fucking her boyfriend.

Her cry pushes me over the edge, I pull out and start cumming all over his cock, the cock I’m wanking. Over his shaft, my fingers, his balls. Soon he’s climaxing as well, his cum mixing with mine.

She can’t resit the cocktail [!] and moves over to lick, tongue all that cum into her mouth. Beckons us both over to kiss taste it with her. He’s there in an instant. I’m taking off my suit.

My two prodigies, this shiver of sin will continue long beyond tonight…

I have plans for you both. 

Holy fuck. To borrow a phrase from My Anonymous Lair - Feels it in my pants ;-)

Holy……………………….

(Source: g-e-tal-i-f-e)

youmakemeneedyou:

The Story of Shapes

He loved every sweep and dive of her body. The curves crashing around him as he let them flow over his body.

He smiled at the way her flesh would rise up in goosebumps at his slightest touch, nipples hardening beneath his gaze.

He adored the weight of her breasts in his hands, the feel of them against his chest, their hypnotic sway in the mirror as he took her from behind.

He would spend hours moulding them, like a potter at his wheel, crafting something beautiful from the soft material in front of him.

She would try to hide the soft shapes of her stomach which told him the story of her life, tracing each chapter as he ran his fingers over the sweet undulations.

And time and again he would sweep her hands away, to lay bare her history in front of him.

Every part of her was another part of her story, each shape a part of who she was.

And he devoured each page and word, studying her like a scholar of old.

He longed to write his own chapters on her, to see the marks and signs he would leave both inside and out.

So he could read her again and again.

Words by The Dirty Romantic http://youmakemeneedyou.tumblr.com)

(Source: dreamshots)

quickienewyork:

©2012 The Dirty Gentleman (#560)

The next room is loud.

I can hear people talking and drinking, but I’m more focused on the fact that she’s no longer wearing her dress. She hangs it casually on a hook before climbing onto my lap and whispering in my ear. 

“We have at least three minutes before anyone asks where we went.”

He mouth tastes likes Zinfandel and I’m hard before she can undo my belt. I bite her lip as she presses against me, but we’re fumbling more than dancing. I try to hold the black lace to one side as she licks her fingers and then rubs saliva over the head of my cock. She squeezes me hard, but I have to lift her with one hand and she loses her grip. 

I move down to her neck and her breasts as she sits up once more, and this time we somehow manage to find the right angle. I only rub against her lips for a moment before I’m inside her, and she moans so loudly into my ear that I’m sure everyone will hear us. 

My teeth are on her collar bone as I try not to leave marks and she’s desperately trying to move up and down without my cock slipping out. When I wrap my arm around the small of her back and pull her to me I’m sure I can’t get any deeper. She clenches as her mouth finds mine again and she starts the quick ascent into orgasm. 

I bite my own lip to keep quiet as she trembles over me, and I push up onto my toes trying to make myself come as well. I pulled her tighter, and then it’s over. My face is between her breasts, my cock is pulsing, and she’s rolling over me like she’s riding a wave.

It takes a few minutes for her to fix her hair, so I zip up her dress as she stares into her small mirror. 

“Back to the party?” I ask.

“What was your name, again?” she asks.

I kiss her once more before we open the door and walk back into the noise.

Guy New York

absolutely delicious…..chance encounters, spontaneous sensuality

(via mybaudelaire)

delectabledeviants:

Eyes closed. Be at your naughtiest. Show me how you fingerfuck. I wonder what you’re thinking of. Seeing your fingertip dip into honey. Seeing you spread it over and around. Watch you throb and sigh. Wanting you. Utterly wanting you.

Listen as my zip unpicks. Pick up on the detail of my boxer buttons being undone. Catch the sigh in the darkness that means my hand is teasing. Watching you. watching that you don’t open your eyes. watching you fuck lust get furious.

Daring at your hand reaches to tease naughtier places. Is this how you play? is this what you do when you think of me? Can you hear me playing for you, over you? Back and forth, back and forth. Seeing the pretty kitten blushing and lustrous and utterly wanton. 

Do you know i’ve moved closer? is that the reason behind your more extravagant moans? I’m holding off. Trying to. Judging your actions, the constant curves of your body as your being is rocked by wave after wave after wave.

I wonder how you will react when I cum for you? When I cum all over you. My cock mere inches from your cunt and your fingers. As you feel me cover you with my hot sticky sex. I want to watch you rub it in, as your brand new honey. push it inside you, around in those circles that tease.

I want to still be spunking when the moment shakes you. When you become ever more lost in the darkness, shaking in violent spikes. To hear your soft voice scream out as if to find me. The suited gentleman in the somewhere, teasing as he watches you sin.

so deliciously hot I can hardly stand it.