Hammy's day off

Hello audience! How's everybody feeling today? I had quite a pleasant holiday, if I may say so, because at least, I didn't have to work. I hate my job, you know. I don't think they pay enough money to have my sanity in exchange. Not that I have too much of it, but enough to keep me from signing my own demission before getting my Christmas bonus.
Today I decided I won't write about sex. This have been my only subject for a week or more, and noticed that this blogs accesses are getting lower. I don't want to bore you all with my lack of sexual life. Of course, because if I was doing that allright, hell I wouldn't be wasting time writing about it.
And to celebrate the last day of the year that I will have any kind of relaxing, we had a family barbecue. You know, I don't really understand why people still barbecue on the microwave era. Only if it is to make your lunch difficult, so you´ll have more time to drink beer while preparing it.
And now I should be concentrated on my novel. It's coming out pretty good, and I´m really enjoying writing it. I would publish a few lines here for your appreciation, but I think it would ruin the surprise. You will all be surprised when I finally finish my novel, even I will be surprised I didn't get bored on it before I can write the ending. You all will love the ending, I´m pretty sure of it .
Until then, have a nice life. It´s raining oceans here and the thunders are saying I should turn off the computer before an eletric discharge burns it. Stay cool, play safe, and don't forget to brush your teeth right after the meals!

Black and white sex fantasy

Tonight, I'd like to dance. In a dark room, red lights, the cheapest burlesque possible. Let us make it a scenario: he would be wearing a mafia outfit. Al Capone style, with the hat and the cigar - That would be hellish sexy. I would also be wearing pearls, gloves, maybe feathers. A 1945 dish. Pleasuring him with a vintage lap dance. I have no idea what it would be playing, maybe something like Johnny Mercer. I'd dance and strip slowly, looking at his eyes while he tasted his cigar and drank sips of scotch. And wearing nothing but my jewelry, long stockings and high heels, I'd sit on his lap making him smell my perfume. And let him rub that urging erection against me. Only a dance, where I can touch him, but he can't touch me. I lead his hands to my breast, my waist, my moisted legs. I put my leg up to his shoulders, and lie upside down on his lap, spreading my legs wide open. My eyes inviting him to finger me, and he starts as a gentleman, making sure I had an overwelming orgasm before asking me to suck his cock until he cum in my mouth. And I didn't miss a drop.

I'd like to dance tonight...But after having this scene in my mind, I guess I can expect another long night of erotic dreamings and lonely moanings..

Quote of the day

Ok, right now I guess I have everything I want:
If I want beer, I can drink beer.
If I want vodka, I can drink vodka.
If I want him, I can drink vodka.

Been thinking about it...

Yes, unfortunatedly, I'm only an human. A girl with a weak for the lust. I used to describe myself as a conservative person when it comes to sex, as the opposite to "promiscuous". But it wasn't really the best translation. I'm a "straight edge" kind of kinky. And I get better the more I get intimate.
But any of those who can read this, knows my mind is not so shy and selective and I am in behaviour. I have a little of common sense left, still. As Holden Caulfield would say 'probably in my mind I'm the biggest sexual perv there has ever been'.
And this story of threesome kinda got stuck in my mind. I dunno if I got to share a life with pretty weird people, or if this has always been something pretty "normal", and I am the one who was missing it all. I mean, this is pretty common on the porn movies and stuff, but it´s kind of shocking to me to find out a lot of people I know have been through this situation, both guys and girls.
I have this girl friend I've been knowing for some time, and I guess she would be quite a partner. I dunno why, but I have this impression she must be the right company for a moment like this. But still, I was wondering, how do you invite someone for a menage? *laughs*


I remember one day me and this girl were talking about sex. We always do, actually. She was present that day I started telling how I got to cum only by being penetrated, for example, and I bet big time it was one of us that started this penis subject. And I was already drunk and started to talk about Mr. Red's great deeds. And this friend doubted me. "It can't be that big."
-And good..! - I took another sip of my beer. - Really, I was so stupid I didn't film that. When I told him this he said he wouldn't mind. Damn me that wasn't daring enough to ask. I just figure he would hate, as I know he hates cameras...
-You say you hate cameras too! - my friend laughed - And you just said you would like to shoot a porn with him.
-I will... next time, you bet.
- Good, and then you show me for me to believe how good this guy is..!

Well, I guess it would be pretty convenient to ask her to film us, then. It would be very nice opportunity to make a better movie than that "Blair Witch" kind of porn, and prove her once and for all how good is the good stuff I'm talking about. It can't be a bad idea. I just have to get us three an opportunity and be sure there's a full charged camera around. I can figure the whole scene: we'll be drinking somewhere when I'll start to make out hard with Mr. Red in front of her. And ask her to film it.  I want great close ups, specially when I'm sucking him. And when he's fucking me in the ass. Really, I bet it looks as great as it feels to have that all inside me. And I want to see my face when he´s eating my pussy, eyes closed, with his face between my legs. And the idea of someone else filming it is something that makes me excited and shy, but I guess with a friend it would be more comfortable. And she´s sexy. I can imagine we both licking his cock, and I guess he'd like it.

I can almost taste it already...

Mr. Red doesn't even know...

...but the night was only beginning. After the threesome, we went on for a little bondage, rough anal, dildo fun , pov poetry, squirting parties and mostly all favourites categories of porn. I literally spent the night on fire and went to bed with the first rays of light, knocked out and about to have a heart attack. Sexual insomnia and a desperate urge to feel that skin on mine again..

Tea for two

 - That one?

 - What do you think?

 -She's not likely to be into this kind of stuff...

 -It's not about  this kind of stuff, baby... - I laughed - it´s about this kind of stuff - I made him notice, getting my hand full on his pack. I licked his lips and left him alone. I walked to the bar counter, where she was sitting by herself.

 - A Jäger shot - I ordered out loud to make myself noticed. I took the half second opportunity of her glance to ask - "What are you having?"  "A red fruit cocktail" - she answered. " So I´m having one aswell. Make it another for her, too.".

The bartender nodded. "Thanks" - she said. 

- My name is Hamalka..I noticed you are alone.

-Yes, since the gig was on a weekday, it seems that my friends are not as fanatics as I am...
-Why don't you come sit with us, then? - I invited. She took her glass and followed me. I went straight to the table, sitting by his side and turning fast enough to notice that she stucked a few steps away from the seats, mesmerized by him.

- Good night, have a seat - he said to her. - "He won´t bite you" - I laughed - "I promise" - He said. I was biting his neck myself.
-Would be great... - she dared to mumble.
-Can be arranged. - He blinked. But soon we were talking amenities about the gig, the bar, the night and the society. We kept the drinks coming. She was sitting on the other side at the table while I was by his side, already feeling my pussy drooling with his fingers caressing it from over my panties. In fact, we weren't being too careful on the flirting, on purpose. When a drop of my drink fell on my neckline, he licked it off. And when offered his own cocktail for us to taste, he first rubbed the straw  gently on my lips before shoving it on my mouth, as if it was his hard cock. He also made some insinuations passing the straw on her lips and looking straight to her eyes while she sucked the drink. Yeah, she was in.


After that, she left to the toilet and he said, teasing my ear and pushing my hand to his pants " Chill out. As soon as I can walk without showing, we´re leaving." - I laughed: his pants were about to explode. He dipped his finger in my pussy and gave me to suck it, then tasted my juicy flavour with a deep wet french kiss.
When the girl came back he made noticed that the bar was closing and we were intending to go home, where we still had some nice bottles to empty. "Why don´t you join us?" - I invited, pretty sure by then she'd accept. We three took a cab to our hotel, where after the first glass of wine and after a few minutes of shallow fun conversation, he went to take a shower, according to the script. Leaving us girls by ourselves and in silence. But there were no innocents there.

- You seem to be a bit shaky - I said to her, maliciously touching her neckline as fixing it.
-I'm bit nervous.
-Don't be.- I said, already with a hand full on her breasts- I won't bite you either.

 I opened her blouse, uncovering her breasts and licked her hard pink nipples. She grabbed my hair and moaned, getting loose on her shyness second by second. I unzipped the upper part of my dress and made her suck my nipples too, while we caressed each others pussies. Mine was already flooded from the bar teasing, and hers was just starting to drip. I explored it softly, minding my long nails, grabbing her clit in between two fingers and sliding my hand all the way between her legs.

 I noticed the running water sounds had stopped for a while by then, and it was no surprise when I noticed he was silently watching us from the shadow he emerged from, wearing only a towel around this waist, as I was sitting leg-spreaded on the couch, having a girls tongue all over my cunt.  He approached and let me get rid of the towel that couldn't hide that pulsating erection. He positioned my face before gagging me with that hot dick, grabbing my breasts. "Don't stop" - he said to the girl - " Open up her pussy and suck her clit hard, I wanna see it."
He was pinching and slapping my boobs and her tongue and fingers were playing with my pussy and caressing my ass. I had my eyes wide opened to him, feeling that huge cock being forced down my throat while my pussy was being violently kissed and masturbated by the definitely experienced hands of another woman. I pulled her up, gotta feel that whole light body on top of mine, the breasts squeezing together, her long hair touching my skin.  She seemed thirsty to suck up that cock too, and I offered it to her in my hands.
We were both kneeled at his feet, open mouthed while he fed us with his majestic meat. A little bit each. She sucked his head while I delicatedly sucked his balls. I could feel her breasts touching mine while we shared the taste of his cum.

She laid down at the couch, I climbed on her. We were both dripping wet, and the contact of her hard clit againtst mine was irresistible. We started tribbing, my tits bouncing against hers. Mr. Red came from behind us. I could feel one hand grabbing my ass, with a fingertip playing in my asshole while he squezzed harder my hips against hers. I knew he was fingering her ass too. At some point he had his finger inside her and his tongue inside me. Then I felt his fingers and heard her moanings go louder. I bet he had his tongue deep inside her pussy and was drinking from her. Our pussies were superwet, I was getting crazy of sliding it together up and down his cock. Our clits were on fire and Mr. Red was slowly stocking one pussy at a time. He fucked me hard, than shoved his cock to her pussy, grabbing us both by the hips. And to my pussy again.
Then I turned her upside down, the sixty nine style. She would suck my clit as a slut and I spreaded her whole and was eating that pussy as a hungry tigress. Red watched that for a moment, as if choosing in that position he'd be. With his dick in his hand, he came to me. "Suck it hard, and then let me fuck her." I felt it growing bigger and hotter in my mouth , then with my hand I guided it to her pussy.


."Fuck her, shove it hard inside her pussy, I´ll be watching closely". And I was actually amazed of how much of flesh he was shoving inside the girl. She tried to scream, but I shut her pressing my hips against her face, and she paid it back by dipping two fingers to my asshole at once. I was drooling and sucking her clit while Red pulled and pushed his dick on her. His hands eventually slapt my butts. All of a sudden and fast, he changed places. I heard him asking her to keep me opened, for he wanted me to take him in the ass as she sucked my cunt.
And I came squirting on her face while I felt his cock ripping me up while that slut french kissed my pussy. He was fucking my ass, my cunt, her mouth,  watching us masturbate each other, taking turns in between our legs. We were both giving him head, licking his dick until the last drop of cum get spilled, like female animals we are. Our little dirty orgy had its champagne climax, and in a few seconds we were lying exhausted with him in the middle, arms around us both like a sultan.

In the middle of the night I'd feel his whole body spooning me. I woke up little surprised, and without opening his eyes, he softly smiled and kissed my shoulder.
And I knew when two people complete, there´s no room left for jealousy.

Here you make, here you pay...

It was past midnight when I left the office last night. For the first time since I started working I seriously thought about leaving my desk and simply walk out that office. Things were really hard, but we fought strong and we made it, and me and my friend even allowed ourselves the luxury of going home by taxi - paid by the company, of course.
I arrived home , got under my warm covers, turned up the TV to watch " NDA - Salassapitosopimus".  It was sure over 1:30 a.m, when I listen to my mom knocking my door, saying my friend was there to pick me up to work.

What? How come? How could the alarm didn't ring? She didn't send any message? Was it really saturday?

Mom entered my room, saying again my friend was already there. How come? I asked myself then if all that celebration, the taxi trip and our happiness about finally closing the week and off for a four day holidays, were actually just a dream. "Are you sure that she's here?" - I asked - "Absolutely, your father already went to answer the door."

I asked myself then if the dream wasn't actually that moment. Maybe I had slept in the middle of the movie, and was now dreaming. So, what now? I have no idea, but didn't bother getting up. "I'm sorry, but if she's there, she can leave without me, for no way I'm leaving my bed right now."
But it wasn't a dream. What actually happened is that I did fell asleep while I was watching the movie. And about 8 hours passed by until the moment my mom knocked.


But it wasn't my friend who rang the doorbell: it was someone else, the mailman, I guess. And my mom presumed it was my friend because of the honk that came right before the doorbell. And since she didn't knew whether I was working saturdays or not - I had already worked the entire holiday - she came to call me.

Well, she came back again to explain and apologize. Well, I wouldn't be mad at her for it, but anyway, my sleeping was ruined. I got up and went after some breakfast. If my mom was actually playing me an April Fool´s Day trick, it would be quite a good one, but it is November 17th and she's not even that kind of troll.
     - So - I asked my mom - Did you remember taking my camera yesterday to gradma's?
    -Yes - she said - But... I didn't take any pictures with it.
    -Why not? I wish so much I was there, but I was at that damn office, I wanted to see the pictures...
    - I had to took it with my cell phone - she said - because when I turned on the camera, it somehow was showing a picture of you where you were...well...uh... - she didn't knew how to say. I tried to remember where I last used the camera. It was on my little cousin's birthday party. I was wearing a deep neckline that might had tricked me on the picture, or something. - I even laughed at mom - "But it wasn't any naked pictures of me, right?"
    -No but...well, it wasn't something I could show your brother or cousin if I gave someone to fix the camera for me... and since  I don't know how to change it from the "play" funcion.. I gave up.


I just laughed and finished eating before  I take my camera to see the picture she was talking about. Fuck me if it wasn't the last of that - THAT - pictures I took the other day. That ones I sent Red.
Great, now my mom knows I ever took naked pictures of myself in the mirror. Worse, she knows I've been recently done that, since the pictures are actually after the birthday pictures that was just a few weeks ago. And to be sincere, I am pretty sure she knows where that pictures ended up.
And I wonder if Scarlet Johansson felt as embarassed as me the day her mirror naked pictures went public. Okay, her pictures made it to the news, but mine went straight from inside my camera to my mom's eyes. Very disconcerting to say the least, pretty typical of happening to me..!

One more day in Hamalka's life

Hmmmm...

...seems that last night someone have been drinking and blogging again.
Damn it.

Ok, enough

Nothing makes me more lonely than searching for motel rooms when I´m so sure I'm not getting any sex.

"Come closer" -she whispered. "I got a whole lot of surprises to you"
"Back off" -he said. "You´re drunk." - as if she had anything to regret the morning next.
She slowly took her clothes off. " I'm good enough to enjoy you...every single inch". With this words she untied his belt, his pants - and in a glimpse she had him on her mouth. All that she wanted - the taste that lasts forever - was hers to enjoy. A love for life, sex to  how long human body can take- and respect forever. Where was the magic this life should give us all humans- on her hands, in her lips, she'd give herself to that moment if only that could mean the lifetime of a butterfly. Pure dream, pure wonder, would to be all over you tonight...
Obsession: a word that could easily describe her if not love and the need of knowing such an unique person in this life. "What did you do to me?" "Nothing" - would be the answer she feared of.
"Come.." - she´d beg him in a highlight of desire while knowing it was too out of reach to taste. "Can´t" - that would be everything he could say on a moment that nothing seemed fair.
And this goes on forever, whenever dreams find a way to be dreamed...Chariots of hopes have been passing by and still nothing could stop her heart. While her tongur softly caressed him she thinks it´s her he's been dreaming of.
"Don't stop"-she begs, feeling her moment arriving. "Why?" He'd question, not sure what to expect. "Because I'm feeling, the music is coming and I never had a chance to listen it properly."


He´d fuck every inch of her praying in the morning she would gone. All she dreamed was him to e by her side. Love is complicated and no one can ever say one lived long enough to testify. "Why things had to be like this?"-she asked.

And he was not there to answer.

Home drunk

Okay, let´s see.. this is another one of that posts I´m writing with too much booze on my mind to bother about grammar and stuff.

Today the company I work for decided to have an anniversary party and I probably had too much to drink, I remeber having three drinks, but my friend said I had four, what-evrer, who´s counrting.

I am laughng my as off while I write this because I am making a whole lot of mistakes, butI won't correct any, I probably shouldn´t be writing after having three or four drinks, but whateer I´m wrting becase I ant to and now I need to go to te toilt, buuuuut... I guess tthere´s no paper and thats ...wait.

okay, i´m way better noe or I took of that outfit that was squeezig me and now I can go on properly though I have nonidea what I was writong about.

this is so fucking funny, I am stil writing this and now the whole world will knoow I´ve been dnkinjg, not tat I care since the booze was paid ad I have nooooooone to answer to, but still... Damn, tomorrow I´ll havea disgraceful hangover and I will have to work... well, fuck, I guess my boss knows whee I hae nbeen.

See you, thi is gettig wierd...

Getting high on my addiction

I've been feverishly writing lately. Not here, as you may notice, and definitely not at my work. Well, I have been writing a lot there, but I don't put any passion on it. To be true, most of the time I don't even know what I am talking about. I don't know, I don't own and I probably never will buy any of that stuff I'm selling. Fancy overpriced stuff does not appeal to a girl of simple taste and priceless dreams.

For the first time in my life I found a story that is worth telling. For the first time since I became an adult I'm really feeling pleased in putting on paper (literally, for I do handwrite most of the time), the story that I want to be remembered for. The story I want my daughter to read and think "My mom is definitely cool."

And though I have no time for doing anything else in my life than working at that damn office, I wake up when everything is still dark, just to have a chance of writting a few lines more. Each letter is hardly a sacrifice, instead is a work that makes me feel more alive, makes me revigorated and happy, refreshing hopes and painting my dreams in even more vivid colors. It's amazing how I feel about it. Writing the things I love to write about. I might be dead by the morning, but at least now I know at least a bit, a little bit part of the most beautiful thing I've ever done, will be left.

Or maybe I should finish this first, and then fake my own death. Dead authors are more likely to become best sellers.


What am I talking about, anyway...even this blog is a complete fail. Not counting the visitors from Russia: I don't know a single breathing soul in that country, but they seem to like my writing.

Hello, Russia! If there is any editor interested in publishing my material, I'm available..!

Maybe I shouldn't...

...But I'm totally in love today.
And it's only another rainy monday. He's thousands miles away.
Inside me.

Controversial cauliflower

Ah... I love this narrow minded people I was lucky enough to be born among. I love to open the saturday morning newspaper and notice that one of the main headlines is about some media celebrity's intimate plastic surgery. "I always wanted to do it, I had a cauliflower, but now I have the vagina of my dreams!"
I almost sprayed my coffee out on that amazing statement. Well, maybe it should not be that amazing. Because fact is that most of the girls I know under 40 had already gone into surgery for a purely esthetical reason. Boobjobs, liposuction and nosejobs mainly, but also some ear reduction, butt-lifting and lip-filling.
Intimate surgery is not that buzz. Some - not one or a couple, but some - celebrities assumed to had done, even that infamous "virgin again" intervention. I can't think about anything more useless than this. To waste money and bear pain just to...ruin it all in a second. Gee, that´s beyond fetish, even for me.

News like this makes me sad. Vanity makes me sad. - the fact of such an useless thing about  a girl who is nothing : not an actress, not a singer not anything but a mediatic celebrity that came to be knowed after a random inccident - could make headlines. If it does, it because these headlines sells. Not as a "bizarre" news, but as normal "entertainment section"

And to think about my future as an old lady in a society where I am already misplaced as a young woman, makes me sad in a way. I don't want to be lonely. On the other hand, maybe being a twisted granny would make me more appealing...

By the way I never noticed what kind of vegetable my vagina looks like. Actually I don't think it's specially pretty or ugly, never got any complaints on it. Now it got me wondering...

Definitely...

...I don't belong here.

To this planet, I mean.

Is it me?

Ok, I know I've been through this subject before, but truly: I dunno whether I get mad or sad about the behaviour of some people I used to actually take as friends, good friends even. To begin with, Facebook fold out a completely new side of some persons I used to think I knew. It's admirable to notice how much you can find out about some dudes just observing what they like or share, even without commenting a word.
But this guy drove me out of limits:  it´s been some time that he's been commenting and liking my stuff, okay, but never sent an inbox before. It's one of the mates from the old times who I used to have on high account, even because he always treated me politely. Well, this guy sent me an inbox message while I was actually working at the office. I usually leave my facebook open to check out and interact every now and then, but hardly keep on inbox conversations during worktime. He is married and have a little kid, and started the conversation asking me how I was doing, since he knew my marriage was broken and stuff, and then he started telling me about how his marriage was going wrong.

I thought the guy was in need to open up, have some friendly counseling or something like it, so I gave him my professional skype id, so I could give him a little more attention without completely loose my working focus.


Then, he started insisting about having a conference, I said I couldn't, I was working, and kept on the conversation about marriage. He started then telling me how many times he cheated on his wife to have sex with teenage girls, and worse - he actually was blaming it on his wife, for "she doesn't give him sex enough, and a girl who denies sex for so long is asking for that". I dunno how I still dared to ask for how long. He said "two weeks".

It may be only my opinion, but I don't think anything justifies cheating, but a fail of the cheater - it can be weakness, opportunity, a vulnerable moment, a love unexpected, too much drugs in the brains or even pure simple mischievousness  (or douchebagging). Still, it can't be the other's fault. Not even if the other cheated first: break it or forgive it, but to fight fire with fire still says more about you than about him / her.

Anyway, things got worse: the guy asked me for my phone number and invited me to have a beer sometime. I thanked politely and didn't lie when I said I haven't been finding time even to drink water properly. And the idiot said "Uh, no need to be scared, I won't try to force you to have sex with me or anything". I said  "Glad to know." and he said "You will give yourself voluntarily". I wrote that I doubted that, for I was taken, and he said I wouldn't be able to resist him.

Truly, even if he wasn't the butt ugly married bastard that he is, my answer wouldn't be no different: "Baby, I'm sorry, but I'm faithful to my feelings and my principles, and if I say I consider myself taken, it's because I have found the best lover in this world for me and it's not a matter of resistance, but of choice."
Happened next is that HE became pretty offended and said "Gee, I don't even know why you gave me your contacts, then. I'm outta here, I'm wasting time."

Really. What do fuckers like this  thinks I am? I which moment of my life I gave room to be taken as such a bitch that would take this kind of proposal? I like sex, I looove sex and I am not ashamed of say so, but I missed the point where it gives anyone the right of disrespect me or anyone else because of it. Okay, it's not as I had never went out with a guy who had a girlfriend - GIRLFRIEND, not a wife and kids - and if it's any excuse at all, I was really in love. And even then, I don't think I'd be able  to keep any good feelings for a guy who thinks it´s well done to cheat because his girl don't gives him sex for two weeks when conversation, breaking up, a clear warning, maybe even a fight could be a better way.


I dunno. It's just me. Who am I to judge this guy for what he does to his own life. What I am really pissed about is his attitude concerning me. Besides, I'm truly amazed how vain he could be. "I wouldn't resist"...*lol*. I bet his dick is tinier than his brains.

And I know what I'm worthy of.

And this is the much this matter will have from me. 'nuff said.

Indecent philosophy

"Life sucks. But I bet I can do it better."

On a second thought...

...I'm a bit embarrassed of what I did last night. I mean, the pictures. And I don't even have the excuse of being drunk or anything. Me and my impulsive outbursts..!

Well, too late for that.

Picture it

I did something nasty today.

I was in the front of the bathroom mirror, finishing my make up. Still naked, as I had just left from the shower. When the weather is hot like now, it's pleasant to feel the wet skin drying naturally. I was scented and even had my shoes on already. I always leave the outfit for last, so I won't have any accidents with make up or unwanted wrinkles on my clothes...
I was thinking if there was any way for me to wear my scarf as a blouse. I always think it would look nice, but way too vulgar, so I was trying to find a way to tie that up as a blouse without getting whorish - looks. But in fact, I was only finding out even more indecent ways to wear it. One of them was truly a pearl: made my boobs and my nipples look bigger.
Really, that was very, very cheap. I was looking like a slut, but that sure was nice, I felt sexy. I wanted him to see me like that.
Why not to take a picture and send him? Yeah, right. Quite a ladylike behaviour. Then, who would cry for me when he starts really believing I'm a tramp. On the other hand, he never complaint about my sexual behaviour. And there was a chance that he likes the pictures and can use as inspiration in some lonely moment, to remember there is at least one girl in this world that would sure give everything to share some hard romancing - and everything in between, before and after.

Oh, how I wish I could fall asleep wasted on that adorable arms, and wake him up with a morning blowjob..!

From a distance

All Souls Day's eve. As always, part of the people of this city went to celebrate life  at the beach or countryside, other part is getting drunk at bars and discos, some prefered to go out to dinner and movies with dates , family or friends.
To me it's just another boring night by myself: everybody's sleeping already, as I struggle to finish another chapter of my novel. Tired of editing that pile of drafts and loose notes, I decide to take a moment of bliss by lighting up a cigarette and checking out my social networks. I can't help a smile to notice that even virtually, my social life sucks: nothing happening that it's worth to share, like or comment. My cigarette ending, I'm most likely to shut the computer and go to sleep, since there's nothing better to do...


"Whazzup, babe?" - he's asking me by the messenger, two seconds after my cigarette ends.
"Nothing. Just bored." - I answered, sincerely. But before sending the message, I erased that and wrote : "I'm watching some dirty porn".
"Good for you" - he answered. And as if he said nothing on the following  minutes, I teased: "Don't you wanna know what they are doing?"
"No." - he wrote. - "I'm more interest in what you might be doing when watching it..."
I leaned back and took a deep breathe. The big fish had bitten, and only knowing he was interested already made me aroused. Before I could notice, my hands were already caressing my breasts: I could feel it getting hotter and plump. I released them from the tight bra cups, and the cold night contrast made my nipples immediately harder.
"I'm touching myself". - I wrote. "Where?" - He asked.

My breasts. I wish you could suck it hard right now, I'd feed you as a baby while I close my eyes to enjoy the exploring movements of your hands in between my legs. My tiny little fingers are not comparative to yours, but a touch of my spicy imagination can bring you here to me.

"Go on..."

I can feel my panties getting wet. I can see the white lace get stained. I'll dip my finger in the deepest I wanted to feel yours and then suck it as a promise to what I´ll do to your hard hot cock. Tasting my pussy I crave for you to eat. Tell me more about your fantasies and desires. How bad you want to give me in the ass - a dirty bedtime story. I can't hold on anymore, I slowly slide my panties down my legs, feeling the lace softly brushing my skin.

"Ok, I have my panties off now..."

I spread my legs just to feel that pleasant expectation. There's something exciting in feeling totally vulnerable, as if you or anyone else could enter the room right now and violate me. My easy position as a moist invitation as I lead both hands to my cunt, rubbing it smoothly, letting my long nails touch my clit for a brief second. it's hard and swollen, waiting for your deep kiss I can only imagine now.

"I'd suck you so hard..!"

I threw my head back and opened my mouth a little, playing with my tongue on my lips as if I could taste your head, the moisted tip, a lustful treat. I close my eyes - I can really feel you here, your hand touching my face as I lick and suck you deep...

"Show me what you've got..."

I put a leg up to the armchair, the other one down, wide open. My tongue and lips still feast on your great dick as I feel my moisted pussy drooling, my clit pulsating, begging for being touched, the contractions are now involuntary and hard as spasms. I spreaded my cunt's lips with one hand while stroking it with the other. soft and fast as butterfly wings, as I let two fingers shallowly in and out. I feel the juice dripping to my asshole and moaned.
"You can sit on my lap."- and it was totally my fantasy begging for that. The image of him sitting on that very chair as I guided his cock straight to my ass played in my head as the hardcore porn movie I pretended to be watching. All filled up I was riding him while he squeezed my boobs with one hand and raped my pussy with the other, biting my neck and my ear, teasing me with dirty words and sexy purrs. I finger myself to the limit, and when I feel it coming, I shove one finger to my asshole. I 'm shaking, my tits are bouncing, one touch and I am to explode.

"Do you like it..?"

It was the memory of your voice that triggered that hurricane it in a way I couldn't avoid anymore. I had to cover my own mouth to suffocate a scream that my throat couldn't hold back. I was cumming and squirting and the feeling of the moist coming out only drove me even crazier. I had to bite my hands not to wake up the whole neighbourhood. About no less than ten seconds later, I felt like a mermaid hit by a transatlantic. And it took me a whole lot of minutes until my heartbeat was stabilized and I could open my eyes to read your most recent inbox message

"...are you still there?"

Yes, I am, my love. And, believe me, so were you.