Ah, by the way...

 ...remember that the challenge was to keep my pussy unpenetrated? Forget about, I've miserably lost it. Spent half the night sliding a dildo in and out my soaked swollen hot pussy. Didn't swallow it aaaall the way inside, but deep enough for cumming like crazy.

I wonder how many seconds I can hold before cumming with a real dick inside me.

Twisted Old Lady

Apparently I've been writing here for quite a long time already. Sometimes more, sometimes less, depending on the urge. But I always end up coming back here. Call it faithfulness...

I don't think I've lost much for not having as much sex as I'd prefere to, so far. Being a picky bitch is quite worthy, even for self-esteem purposes. But by this age I've noticed I should be even more sincere to myself about my fantasies.

First and most controversial one, probably, is that I have a serious 'bromance' fetish. If I see gay men kissing, that doesn't affect me at all. But if I see this kind of sexy interaction between hetero men, this totally soaks up my panties. And I hadn't really try pegging, but I've found out that I'm totally up for it.

Plus, I'm not into eating other girl's pussy, but I don't mind if it's a man or a woman eating mine. I've had menáges with multiple women and one man, but never had more than one man on me...and would be quite a plus if I'd get to see some 'brotherly love' in action.

It's friday. September 11th. Covid-19 quarantine. I'm home-officing and in the middle of worktime. Not even 9:30 a.m. And I'm seriously thinking about getting fucked and sharing some cocksucking with my sexy inspiration.

Damn, I'm wet.

Can't challenge such a dirty mind.

 Humans are so interesting, and my experience is not different. Like, I've probably spent over a month without playing with my pussy at all, between July and August. But just one attempt of fullfilling a #NoFapSeptember challenge, and then comes this desperate urge to cum, mind fills with dirty fantasies and these thoughts haunts my mind all the time, even in dreams.

Last night I had to cum hard at least twice before sleeping. Had one after waking up soon before dawn and now it's approaching 30 minutes to noon and had to take a relief again after remembering this smoking hot and senseless dream I had...

I can't really remember which was the occasion, but there was some big party going on: people were well dress but enough to go to a fancy rock bar or so. I was in a corner of one of the porches with my avec, we were talking about life philosophy or some other kind of weird stuff we like to discuss as friends. And then came this guy carrying and obviously drunk girl to the couch. Both are laughing and looking happy.

As the girl was so drunk and so was the guy, they just fell onto the couch in a funny position. They laughed and she says she's comfortable, to what the guy answers "Well, it's comfortable for me, too!", and they remain on that position, he was pretty much sitting spread and she was leaning on him, her head on his lap, facing up.

 A guy came by, friend of the other two. I can't recall the conversation exactly they've had, but it was friendly talk. And then, out of nothing, the girl spreaded her legs and asked the newly came:

-Come here, lick my pussy.

He was surprised:

-What?!

-Come here..! - she whines - I'm so horny, but I'm too lazy for fingering now... Lick my pussy, make me cum.

The friend whom she was leaning on reached for her skirt and pulled it up: -She means it, bro: look at her pussy..!

-Should we leave them in privacy..? - I asked my Mr., but he made a gesture to keep quiet and wait.

I felt my heart beating faster as I kinda couldn't believe that was actually happening: the big guy simply too the girls panties off and started sucking her pussy as if it was a juicy fruit. She was laughing and moaning, as her friend on the couch kept watching and having a beer, as if there wasn't anyone else around nor anyone could come to the porch at anytime.

And that was precisely what happened, some people showed up, but got kinda embarassing and left. A small group of people started to watch from a distance. I wasn't that distant, but by then I understood that they didn't care at all if there were people watching. I was kinda envious of that freedom of spirit, of getting a huge tongue deeply going into your spread open pussy, in front of anyone that would be there to see.

My pussy was soaked, and I unconsciously started to rub my butt against my escort's cock. I could feel it throbbing from under the underwear and pants. Should I also ask him to make me cum..?

The girl on the couch wasn't laughing anymore, just moaning in pure delight, one could guess her level of relax by looking at her laid body given to pleasure on her friends's arms. His hands helped keeping her legs and pussy spread, as the other guy kept eating her deep and loudly.

I felt two fingers sneaking to under my dress and into my panties. I move my hips against them, silently begging for being fucked. The feeling of that fingers banging in and out my pussy was hardly a relief, but in fact a tease.

For a moment, I almost forgot what was going on on the couch: The girl had already pulled a rockened-hard cock to outside her friend's pants and it was jerking and licking it from balls to top while both guys squeezed her boobs freed from her cleavage. I was hoping the guy working on her pussy would fuck her with her cock. Or at least finger her asshole while he was eating her.

Unfortunately my dream didn't go on much further than that. I wasn't fucked, nor her. I woke up soaked, at the urge of having my body filled with dick. Bud didn't reach for any toy...I just rubbed my pussy until I came in a very long and wet orgasm, feeling the juice drips from pussy all the way through between the legs and soak the sheets from a blinking glossy ass-button.

So, apparently I couldn't keep too much time from masturbating... but maybe I should try counting again for how long I can take without getting my pussy penetrated...

#NoFapSeptember

Failed miserably

Just as mostly every other expectation for 2020.

But maybe...

...I'm not dead yet.
💘

The Last of Days

Half thousand days have gone by since the last time I was laid. Stained in Red, couldn't be anyone else's...still his, the perfume fades on my ever since untouched skin.

A sad record.


Day 500. And it's so far I will count.
The numbers will keep flowing, tho. I'm just not sitting here watching it anymore. Counting the days  going down on a stream of tears.

500 days ago, I was loved...

Now the river ran dry.

It is what it is

What if I'm dead already, and my soul is damned to wait for the flowers you'll never lay on my grave...

😢

The Five Stages

This have always been my darkest side, somehow. Even in its best, it's still about what I have in me that I don't dare showing around. My deepest, dirtiest secrets. And sometimes, the blackest of my depression.

In sum: the person I wish I wasn't. But I am. For real.

I could open up about hell broke loose over my personal life. That's actually what I intended to do when I decided to post here again after this hiatus. But I'm afraid it just doesn't matter. Been whining here before. Nothing changed.

Well...something did.


Day 350. Life is so different now. My body is starting to show. And to feel the signs of every second that I wasn't aware that was escaping through my hands and would never ever come back. Talking about second chances (or third, fourth, thousand): there's nothing more unnatural than this. I know I won't be given a second chance.

"Regrets are for pussies, shit happens."
Hopefully, good things, too.

An orgy, why not.

We were enjoying the view at the terrace. Far from the others that gathered at the pool, but not really out of sight. I was searching for some silence and cold wind to help me get back on my feet after that much great drinking and feasting. He came along with me.

-I never really imagine one day I could be here, you know...! .I remember it was at least the first nonsense comment I made about the night, the weather, unicorns, horns, horny.... All I do remember is that we raised one last toast over something probably meaningless, and then he started kissing my neck.

I closed my eyes and moaned, his large bites massaging my shoulders and giving me that kind of chills. his both hands filled up with my boobs, and I just couldn't say "stop". I opened one eye: everybody was still distracted on the other side of the garden and swimming pool. And we were an adult couple, anyway. It was a private party.

I closed my eyes again, surrendered to the urge of kissing him, as my hands moved on his jeans, feeling that hardness to grow. He moaned when my hand first grabbed from over his pants, and I immediately got soaked. Still he was grabbing hard on my tits. I spreaded my legs open, not minding the miniskirt that completely rolled up to my waist, as the movement coundn't be contained by the clothing. But he didn't want to let go on my tits, squeezing them hard and sucking them whole, making my nipples delightfully sore, and red marks all over my breasts.

Just on the other side of the pool, the party was getting hotter, too. My friend was sucking one of the guys and a booze bottle at the same time. The others were watching and cheering. "Do it again!". They dared and she accepted, but wanted to make a selfie doing that. I've never seen someone so happy in posing with a mouthful of sin like that.

It was funny to watch, but I couldn't really focuse on the shit she was doing, while I was reaching for that big cock I could feel throbbing through my lover's pants. I was so damn eager to feel that hot meat stabbing my insides, but his hands wouldn't even touch my pussy yet... I was spreading my legs the wider I could and I was almost sure he could spot the wet sparkle through the lace of my white string...

Patty was on her fours in the jacuzzi already, laughing that drunk bitch's laugh as cherishing the way the jets in the tub were massaging her cunt. one of the guys untied her bikini botton and, well, I guess I wouldn't have anything to be ashamed anymore in case someone would notice my own situation at that point; my blouse was opened, and breasts exposed off the white bra.His hands were all over my chest and neck, pulling my hair, grabbing my tits and squeezing my pussy, spreading its moist over my asshole and teasing it with his fingertips.

-You're tightened back... - he whispered to my ear, while introducing his thumb into my asshole.-I'll have a lot of work to gap it opened again.
That excited fingers were exploring me good, and more than once I had to deep breathe not to cum so fast. The party also went hotter across the pool, where Patty was getting her pussy licked by one of the guys as she had her face fucked by other.
-Are you envious of your friend..? - he smiled, noticing I was indeed fascinated by the live show that was just going on. -I am kinda envious of mine, that one fucking your friend's beautiful face. Look how she's enjoying it... I'd love to see that expression on your face...

I was so carried away I just bit my lip and almost beg him to do it.  In less than a second, he freeds that juicy cock from the pants and rubs it against my mouth and face. The manly taste of precum makes me even hornier and I can feel the hot moist dripping. He spreads my legs open, holding me like that while deepthroating me to the root. I couldn't see, I could barely breathe with his balls delightfully suffocating me.

So I couldn't scream when I actually felt a tongue licking up my cunt, up to down. There were two persons touching my body now, and one of them I had no idea whom could be. I was gagging in the cock of someone who was holding me spreaded for someone else's hungry tongue.

-"Eat her pussy, man."- I've heard him saying, and his enthusiasm was felt as he'd stroke my throat deeper. One of his hands released one of my legs and kinda gently slapped my face. : "-Good girl."

 I tried to hold my head up to see who was eating me, but he kinda had my head locked between his legs. Well, it didn't matter, I was surrender. The soft sucking over my clit became a curious hand exam. Long fingers were introduced, one at a time, first in my pussy then in my asshole, as I feel my clit being kissed.

My lover released my shoulders and smiled at me, stucking his moisted fingers to my mouth. tasted like pussy, but not even sure if it was mine, as Patty now was suddenly closer, riding the cock that she was swallowing before. I could see her overswollen pussy getting drilled by that dark, juicy dick, a touch away.

The guy who was eating my pussy started going dipper and eager, grabbed my whole body by the waist, upside down, and buried his face to my wet pussy. My guy was also grabbing me, sliding his toungue and fingers into my asshole. And I was literally hanged, upsidedown, with two cocks to my face. I then dipped as a pornstar.

"-Hold these holes open" - he commands. I'll fill you up. His friend bended me and held my arms against my back, so I couldn't move as my buttcheeks were spreaded and my hole got slowly penetrated by that huge throbbing meat. one of his hands grabbed my ass and the other squeezed my cunt as if he could milk a squirting orgasm out of it.

"I'll cum..!" - I finally said, as I felt I couldn't hold one second longer. He immediately inserted one finger deep into my pussy and said "Go on, I want to feel you."

I came, and kicked , and moved to hard I almost got loose on the other partner's grip (well, he wasn't holding as thigh anymore as Patty started stroking his cock). "Stay there, bitch.. its my turn now..." he said, going into deeper and faster moves.

My asshole was getting sore, now I could feel it as my body started to cool down from the orgasmic peak. And his cock was pulsating harder, I could feel it was close. I reached with my fingers to his balls and gently held it. With a loud moan, I felt the first squirt of his load hit the deep of my ass. He pulled out fast enough so the rest would drip over my buttcrack, as he spreaded the cum throught in between my legs, stroking with his still enhardened cock. The pressure on my back also ended with the moans of our mate cumming over Patty's lips and breasts.

In fantasies, everything counts. A party. Or orgy, why not.

Day #183. Or #184. Or whatever.

Life changes, and nowadays I hardly have time to compose my most beautiful fantasies in this blog.But this does not mean I haven't been fantasizing it.

When one has a written sex life, however, at some point it starts to feel i'm running out of creativity... All in all, it's just fucking. It will be always about me being penetrated, licked, choked, slapped, kissed... It's always about my dripping wet pussy,sometimes hiding under a lacey lingerie, sometimes exposed, wide openly served at my man's will,  deeply explored by his fingers, devoured by his hungry mouth, raped by his tongue, blessed with that hot load of cum I feel his cock splashing inside my asshole.

Even if reality sounds sexy in these occasions, it doesn't go beyond my puffed pussy, drooling over some mental image as the ones previous described. And the ways I'll find to satisfy its moisted lust. My small fingers might be not as glorious as my lover's, but they know exactly where to go and how to move to give me exactly what my body wants to feel, in contrast with the pleasant torture of pushing a toy into my tight ass. Just so it will take a massive meat without ripping, when he bangs me merciless in our games.

It's always the same story I tell you, and it always makes my panties soaked. And thats precisely why I  share it, wishing this note will make your cock as hard as I want it to be when I sit rough on it.

How does it feel to know the reason I'm this wet is because I'm dreaming on your cock? Or do you even understand how much I eager for you? I fucking love your soul, but everything about your body is scandalous sexual. Excuse me for craving you so much. I can't control it. You flood my senses and that's just orgasmic in all possible levels.

If only I could guide your hand in between my legs now...you'd feel my enhardened clit through my wet cotton panties. Again. And I can feel it a zillion times, and describe it a zillion thousand times and will still feel the same urge. The almost painful demanding of your skin crushing against mine, your cock buried between my legs to the root...

You like it, don't you...to own this pussy, inserting fingers and things and tongues. You can only really afflict it by keeping your touch away. I can beg to be attached to your cock by a sucking machine. Tied up in a forced orgasm belt with my mouth opened by some rubber ring. Lost in dreams in your arms, still dreaming in my sleep while you caress my butthole with a moisted finger and the hot head of your dick. 

I'll wake up in paradise feeling you grab me by the pussy and impale me harder. These boobs are handles for you to squeeze as forcing this cock deeper into me.

It's always the same routine, of hard fucking, sweat and cum. Its always the same cock I fancy, the same taste I crave, the same voice I want to listen.

Now tell me to shut up, and take it as a good girl.

This exercise-thing is only making me hornier...

Almost midnight, I'm the last to leave the gym. Been trainning mostly alone tonight: it was a busy day and I could only save my last hours for that, but no way I wouldn't work my body out a bit and give my mind a well-deserved rest.

One hour and a half later, I was full of endorphines, looking at the mirror. My spring-tanned body all sweaty in a gym outfit - ah, that athletic vanity! - is so ready for some inner action... 

The gym is full of equipments one could give new and more interesting functions to...Impossible not to think about one thousand hundred delighful positions to be tasted, touched, fingered, licked, fucked, banged, damned, pleased, wonderfully smeared. All the ways i'd like to surrender at my crimsom perversions on the abduction chair or the weight bench.

Hear me whispering to your ear...'C'mon, come closer, be my personal trainner for tonight. Make me sweat, loose my breathe, and then start all over again, until I'm dripping and begging you (not) to stop. Feel my tights, they're so hot, so in need of a massage...And maybe your cheeky pinky finger will poke a hole right in the middle of my outfit, in between my legs. And make me squat for you. Deep enough to swallow your muscle all the way in...'

You better be aware that I'm trainning to fuck you like an ironman.

Fit to fuck

This blog's name just make no sense at all. I should name it "Bitch In Heat", but instead chose this "Icycle Cycle" stuff, and I know exactly way: I thought the expression was funny, and made up at least 248 reasons to justify using that. Well, it's true that I somehow like ice and snow and also cycles, but...okay, let's just not get into that.

One hundred sixty six - says the calendar. A zillion years,in my account. Has been some crazy times, an for a while I wasn't even missing it. But now it comes back as spring opens. And as the weather gets hotter I can feel the heat taking over.

But these days... I don't give a shit. 

Day wasn't breaking yet, but anxiety kicked me out of the bed where I had already an almost-sleepless night. But somehow, I felt excited. Went to the porch and started doing some simple stretching exercises. The indirect light that came from the corridor let me barely see my silhouette reflected on a mirror.

Tennis shoes, a very adherent sports shorts and a sportive bra. Definitely, there's lot s of other women around that would look better than me right now in these outfits. But I was up to try and change that. And my mind started to get set on these crazy fitness inspo thoughts, like "uh, I'll soon look so great on this mirror, my butt will be a scandal, my legs will be a pair for one to die for. Just needed to work that little ass out a bit...

I started with the squats. Up and down. Could feel the muscles burning, and somehow that felt good. Up and down, making my legs stronger, so I could twerk on your dick like that. Up and down, and I'm getting sweaty, imagining your hard on right below my spreaded legs. Up and down and I can only think about how many times my pussy would've have swallowed your cock in that movement. On, two, ten, twenty five times, fifty... And the slower I go, the heavier it feels.

My legs start to hurt, but I couldn't stop the movement, as my mind was surrended to the fantasy. The muscle pain was similar to the sweet delight of bouncing on your lap. At some point, my whole body begs to stop, but my pussy, that drools for more. That's how I love to get sweaty, to get tired, to feel my body working. Might be the so-called endorphines, but I feel fucking fantastic.

To the floor, back to the gym mat, time for some abs. I force my body forward, as if reaching to suck. I wouldn't mind having your knees keeping mine together, my hands tied... I'd totally depend on my core strenght to project my body and feel how tasty you are...

Instead of holding together, my knees start to drift away. I feel my cunt throbbing, my breath getting heaviner, the bodywork is so much pain that feels arousing.  And the indecent idea of some nasty kind of gym sports comes to my mind. How many of that equipments could be used to find amazing positions to develop strenght and lust. Oh, you should fuck me from behind on the peck deck machine.. I would happily do the hack squats just the way I previously described, going up and down your hard juicy meat. And by the way, leg addution, abduction equipments have always inspired me naughty scenes...

On my lustful gymnasium, I'm already served, speaded, given, underpants ripped off, merciless finger raped, banged, exploited, flogged. I'm so damn horny, feel my clit so  hard, my lips so swollen and moist as my fingers play. One moist finger slips inside my ass, I allow myself to moan. Again, I resist the temptation of penetrating my vagina. Thats so silly, thats so self sacrificying, thats so kinky, sick and overwhelming.  I just need to cum. And its comes like a shock. I feel like screaming.

The kind of training my body needs.

Supposed to be a boring update but I got too horny to finish

I really haven't had time to update this blog properly with any of the lucious  stories that have been popped up lately. What doesn't mean I haven't been thinking about it.
Just that real Hamalka has been quite under a stressful time, and having the free hours to dedicate to this writing is a very rare thing nowadays. And a quickie is usually easier to have than to describe...

Been missing it too much, tho...his breath upon my face while he kisses me so deep...going down to my neck, making my body shiver as hid hands strongly grab me by the hair and between my legs.

Always before I sleep I fantasize about how would he fuck me that night. In fact, theres an endless list of occasions when I already imagine how could we start some hard romancing there.

Really, someday I might consider convincing Red to record a little close-up video of us fucking to put on some adult sharing site just to see how many "likes" we get. His monster cock disappearing into my ass is a too glorious view to miss.

Yeah, I do think too much about sex. I know that. I've even thought if its not actually one of the reason I'm antisocial: I have the impression people might know whats on my mind

And my mind is dirty.
And my panties are wet.


...

Virgin again, waiting to feel your cock...

They say the vibes and energies of the people you have sex with, will remain on your body for 6 months. It's been over 4 since I last had sex, and its bit sad to think its most likely that the vibes and energies of it will totally leave my body before I have a chance to renew the load...

Yeah, I'm naughty. And I keep naughty pictures of you for my delight. Your enhardened cock portraited in eye-candy angles, makes me wet and wondering how come I can take all this deep into my butthole. Oh, I miss that. That hot throbbing meat is so much sexier to feel inside me than any toy.

My pussy drools at these thoughts. Ah, it's still untouched. Ever since the last time not a finger had been penetrating it. As a virgin afraid of ruining her own precious condition, I struggle to keep this sweet torture: and so far it's been paying off. My desire gets more demanding. My fantasies go wilder.

You, impaling me.

Quickie, Saltie, Wettie Daydreaming for Today:

Did I tell about that day at the beach..?

Well, it's not really a desert beach, but there's very little people going to it. Mainly because there's no beach restaurants or any commerce on that part of the shore. We had been there ever since early in the morning, enjoying the warm waves and the pleasant feeling of the sun shining upon our skin. Now we were sharing some contemplative moments under the shade of a big tree. I was laid down over a big beach towel, he was sitting by my side, smoking a cigarette, hair caught in a ponytail. His white skin had turned red on his shoulders and those sunburns could hurt later, but by that moment, the world was pure perfection.

I pulled up my sunglasses a bit, and started to admire his looks. I guessed his eyes lost into horizon under that exotic sunglasses, and started making plans for the night. Then he noticed I was staring, turned around and smiled.

-I can feel the weight of your stare.
-I am feeling something else.

He smiled. Gosh, I absolutely love that smile..!

-Do you wanna go home?
-No, I want you to do me right here.
-Really? - he laughed. I frowned.
-Awww...yes. But I know reality is strange from fantasy.
-Maybe we can play on safe grounds. - he said, already pulling the lace of my bikini bottom.

I laughed, slapped his face and tied back the bikini. But as soon as I laid back again, his hand started caressing my lower belly, softly and teasefully (if this word even exists). I closed my eyes. The whole world was only his fingertips sliding over my belly and hips. The sound of the waves. The refreshing breeze. His hands going lower. I feel his fingers touching the edge of the bikini. That was just too hot.

-I'll stop if someone approaches. - he promised.

I trusted him and relaxed, feeling my pussy pulse as he grabbed it with a handful. That massage was getting me irreparably wet.

"-I'm a-check if there's sand in your bikini.." - he joked, and listening to his voice over the waves brought me back the reality of his presence there. I opened my eyes as his fingers explored in between my legs. pulling the bikini a bit, ticking my clit. sliding up and down the moisted crack.

I was moving my hips in frenzy as I felt him reaching into me. I heard voices approaching and saw another couple, with a kid, walking along the waterline.

-They'll see us.- I said.
-They can't figure out what's going on.

He didn't stop, instead went deeper. It was hard to hold the moans. The family walked past us without any shock.
Then he reached to the cooler and got a quite big ice stone, as the ones we were using to cool our drinks, rounded shaped, kinda capsule-like. He put that to my mouth and I sucked it. Then as he kissed my cold lips he pulled the ice inside my pussy.

-"Hold it in" - he commanded.
-"I can't" - I mumbled, feeling it quickly melting.
 I could never predict what came next: he just grabbed me and pulled my hips up, pulled my bikini and quenched his thirst of that water flowing out of me. His feverish hot lips against my iced cunt, was enough to make me cum - and I felt his tongue deep inside as my pussy throbbed.

From afar, I could see the happy family walking back along the shore.

-Let's go some...'safer grounds' - I said.
-In a minute. - Red smile. - Right now, I can't really walk anywhere...

Your cum-guzzling whore (II)

There, leaning over that balcony, the city was mine. I was on top of the world, higer than DiCaprio in "Titanic": the ocean of city lights below me was impressively silent from the second last floor of the hotel tower.

You came from behind me and gave me a demanding hug, pressing my tiny body against yours. I love the way you feel huge around me.
The step on the porch's design was so fitting, that climbing it got me in the very perfect height to rub my trunks against your hips and feel you getting hard inside your pants. You were breathing hard on my neck, licking my ear, biting my shoulder, as if about to devour my flesh, literally.

Your hands reach for my cleavage, claiming for my breasts to grab. Ah, your moans were making me soaked, I could feel my panties drowning between my feverish pussy lips.

There, invisible in front of the capital, you'd fill your hands and my holes. Locked between your manhood and the rail, there's no escape. One of your strong hands goes down to pull my underwear aside, and I feel your fingers exploring my inside.  The other grabs my neck, my hair, keeps me tamed, under your total control.

You cover my mouth to keep me from screaming as I feel your throbbing cock diving into me. Ah, that hot meat belongs sliding in and out of my dripping wet holes. In which one of them will you pump your tasty load into, tonight..?

I'm begging on my knees to be your slut.

Another story about drunk sex in public

Apparently, it happens a lot. Maybe I should ask a psychiatrist about that.

It was a nice pub, European style. Kind of place you go for drinks with your friends and watch unusual games like rugby or hockey or that thing USA calls football. Beautiful people around, but no one we knew. At least not that I had seen.

We've been sitting there all night having drinks and snacks with  some friends that had left us by then. We got distracted with each other at the table, he was telling some funny story that happened to him last spring, and we ended up deciding to have one more drink.  I really can't recall the conversation (I tend to imagine it was about some common friend that almost chopped off his dick on the sliding door of a van, or so ).

Well, thing is that at some point the conversation started to get lewd. Who knows who started that, I just have pretty much no self control when he's around. I can't  pretend I'm not interested. 

I feel a heatwave down below, and pulled him closer for a kiss. He corresponded with the same passion and I could clearly feel the silky string getting wet between my legs. I wanted so bad to spread it, but we were in a public place, of course I wouldn't do it. I just confessed it to him, in a whisper close to his ear.

"I think you should do it." -he encouraged me, holding one of my knees with that big hands that could sure handle me in many ways.

"One can think you're abusing a drunk woman"

"I think I am, actually" - he smiled- that motherfucker dirty smile! - without stop kisdsing me. I could feel I was kinda exposed, as if I was drunkier than I actually was, and had no conscience of my stance.

"Feels better?" -he asks, that voice teasing my ear. I nod and moan in accordance. I don't really want to stop kissing him, not sure if I'd like to open my eyes and realize we weren't alone and there's at least three or four federal laws against what we were doing, that we could go to jail, that someone must film it and put it online, send the pictures to my family, coworkers, University colleagues, my friends...(well, I think my friends wouldn't be that shocked ).

"You think too much" - he whispers in my ear -"It's just a fantasy, we're not even here."

I bet he felt my legs relaxing, one to each side. And kissed me deeper. I eagered to have his fingers in me, but his both hands were busy, softly caressing my breasts from over the blouse.

His tongue moving inside my mouth and his firm hands provoking my tits were driving me crazy. My pussy was sure ready, still he didn't touch it, and I moaned a little louder, revolving my hips a bit to make clear I wanted some attention down there.

He started playing with my panties. Pulling it aside, out, inside even. I was soaked. At last, he covered my pussy the better he could with the white lacey mini-string I was wearing (that was already turned transparent of soaking on pussy juice). 

He kept teasing me, in between my butt cheeks. Massaging my ass with my own moist, lubing it to slide a finger smoothly in.

"For how long have your pussy been missing a fuck..?"

"Over a hundred days, since you last pounded it with your cock.."

"But your asshole seem to be taking quite a lot..." - he was shoving two fingers alternatedly slowly in and out. Felt so good I moved my hips around, pressing it against the invader hand, trying to swallow it deeper.

"Will this slutty ass take two fingers at same time..?" 

"Will have to try and find out.."  - And with this permission he started forcing my asshole. I tried to relax the more I could to enjoy that ride through spectrum of pleasure and pain.

That was making me so drooling wet. My pussy was so envious, while he was testing my ass. I let my hand check out his crotch, and of course it's easy to feel his hard rock cock struggling inside the pants and underwear...

"I need to have you fucking me right now..!" - I was almost begging, ripping off his pants and sitting on him right there. I guess the situation had gone far over control. "Its a quite dark corner..."

There couldn't be much preparation, I just freed his pulsating dick and had to hold my impulses of sucking it. Almost all at once, I let it disappear into my ass, sitting on Red's lap, leaning a bit over the table as if very interested on the live jazz trio that was performing on the small stage. That hot meat was throbbing inside me as I moved my hips in the rythm of the music. He leaned over and started playing my pussy in the rythm, too.

"I can't hold much longer" - he said

"Me neither".

As the music got faster, I twerk'd against his cock, deep and skippy. His fingers went more intense, too. He was too deep into my ass, I'd have to make him cum first, because if I reached the orgasm before he did, my gapped asshole would start to feel.

A few hard sits on daddy's lap, and I could feel him spilling a heavy, warm load inside my ass. And when I felt it, I couldn't hold any longer.

I came, and I squirted, I couldn't hold that creampie, and I accidentally banged on the table and spilt our drinks. The mess was complete. Not only people looked, but the waiters rushed to notice there was a spill. We laughed. Red still had his pants opened when I noticed the cleaning agent approaching.

"Come on...let's go out for a cigarette!" - I suggested.

Romantic

How can it be that today all I can think about, is your smile at the altar, you watching me approach in a bridal gown.
"Do you really consider being on a serious relationship with me?" - a memory of your voice still echoes, as the answer warms my spirit.
I dunno how to be anyone else's, but yours only.
I never wanted anyone else, but you only.
I dunno love, without you.

 <3

Morning dreams

I could indeed be here for hours.
Spreaded legs, pussy opened, tied to your will. And I who was the one full of initiative and domination games, am now like a toy. Accessible,available, with my dripping holes served.
I wanna know what happens when there's no limits.

My pussy would be chewing your cock right now...

It's been almost 100 days since my pussy had last been fucked good. After being banged by that beloved massive cock, nothing was ever worthy enough to penetrate his domains again. Silently in the middle of the night a big cold dildo has been filling up my asshole while my fingers are playing along my enhardened clit, sliding across my dripping pussy, that begs to be banged.

I feel my cunt so hot and swollen, so hungry for your dick... I can think about a thousand ways and situations I could be sitting on it right now.  With my tits jumping on your face or being squeezed by your outrageous hands...

I am wearing nothing from the waist down, with my pussy I can feel the texture of the towel I covered the chair with. It's getting wet, I knew it would...It could be your pants instead. Your underwear. Your tights. I'd rub my pussy to your tight so you can feel how wet I am. And I didn't even touched anything, both hands busy with writing.

I spread my legs and force more juice out. Feel it dripping over my asshole. With a fingertip, I spread the moist carefully . Tingling my clit so it would keep flowing. I needed to lube it good to start the insertion.

With my fingers slowly moving in and out my anus, I am all ready to have my butt penetrated. The cold head of the dildo forces its way in. My pussy is so envy ,it contracts, making it difficult for the rubber dick to fuck me. I take a deep breathe, relax. hold the dildo firmly and move my hips up and down, swallowing it with my ass. I am enjoying every milimeter that it pounds into my asshole. The mirror reflects the image of the penis shaped object being buried between my buttcheeks.

My pussy is drooling, crying, as the moving fingers just pretend they'll penetrate it. My ass is now completely filled, throbbing around the toy dick. Another one comes to action and I rub it against my pussy and clit. I can only resist shoving it in because it's not the cock I want inside me. The eager for that hot pulsating meat to bang my juicy soaked pussy, wouldn't be satisfyed by a toy.

Yeah, I'm still thinking about your hand, pushing the dildo inside my ass, while the other teases my cunt while you lick my clit. I'd scream in pleasure, but I'm choked on your cock, feeling your precum taste on my throat, with your balls hitting my face. You're forcing into me and slapping my cunt, calling me a slut and saying I must be loving it. That you'll make me beg to have cock inside my pussy, but you were going to rip loose my other holes first.

Again you'll slap my pussy, then take your cock out of my mouth. Make up is ruined, face is smeared on body fluids, you violently rub your dick against my face, slapping my cheeks with it. And with your hand, before turning around and taking position between my spreaded legs. Only this vision almost makes me cum... would you fuck me at once, roughly and deeper than ever... or would you do it slowly... a bit at a time... And then make me scream, make me beg, feel me fight and convulse over the need of having your cock inside me, fucking my pussy, banging the hell out of me as if you didn't care if I would like.

You'd finish then by fucking my gaped ass until you creampie me - and I can't hold your hot load in, I I can almost feel it dripping down my legs... 

I open my eyes and see in the mirror just the loneliness of the room, and my asshole getting red of swallowing the toydick up and down, glittering in pussy juice. One touch and I will cum...

I moan, as I imagine your own voice moaning close to my ears. Your every sensorial memory can turn me on. Your voice, and the sensation between my legs. The dream of holding you close, of dripping your sperm, of being your princess and your slave, as long as always your fight partner and your best friend, your little slut, your fuck doll. Spit on my pussy as you finger fuck me just to enjoy me suffer the aftershocks. I know you are that kind of guy.

I know I am your kind of girl.