Wednesday, July 27, 2011

Absinthe & Glitter

The thing about this story is it’s a dream. As I lay dreaming, I knew it.

The things I find erotic don’t always appeal to everyone. Intoxication, being one I can never quite pin down to explain.

It starts with a glass. He wants to watch me swim. Swim in the lime green colored fluid. He wants to watch me dance.


The cold wetness envelops me, stroking my skin. Making me shiver. Making my nipples erect.

His eyes stop me cold. We stare over the edge of my glass.

My tank.

He says nothing.

I kick my up my feet like a petulant child. Droplets of absinthe spray in a lovely arc.

He smirks, amused.

Watching, I shimmy free of my bra. My breasts left bare. I can’t tell if it’s the absinthe intoxicating me or his sheer will pushing me into bliss.


My own depravity forcing me to moan. To let him know I liked this.

He won.

The way he won means I won. He likes to watch. I like to be watched. Looked after.

My head is swimming and my body feels limp. I lift my arm above my head. I’m spinning like a ballerina. Pink glitter rains from the sky. I’m giggling as it sticks to my skin.

His big, strong hands pull me from my glass. I press myself to his skin, weeping for joy as he kisses my skin with those beautiful lips.


Sunday, July 17, 2011

The Tesco Girl

I don't need anything. I want to cum though. Since I really couldn't this morning. I need to up the ante though. I'm desperate for fresh air, and my body burns, I head for the train platform.

I really like sexting, I think it's a great way to spend an afternoon. My Daddy indulges me quite often. I like to do it when I go out. Getting aroused while out in public, secretly under the watchful eye of everyone, or no one depending how you look at it.

It's a secret.

That's what's the appealing thing about it. The visuals in my head are us just whispering to each other other. Your hand holding mine, I feel a certain sense of pride. It's rooted in the fact that I'm the girl you chose.

Today I'm headed to a shop. I need some items, I'm just using it as an excuse because it's so damn hot. Our exchange on the train makes me squirm and make little noises in the back of my throat. I love this feeling more than anything I've ever felt as I bolt from the train.

I know exactly where the little used bathroom is and I head there. It's barely lit and dirty. It seems like I'm spending a lot of time masturbating in bathrooms. My suit pants are down around my ankles as I ponder this fact. My hand explores the folds of my pussy.

My index finder strokes my clit, fast my hips jerk against the toilet set. The slamming hurts a little. As soon as I feel this, I make effort to slam harder, throwing my plump ass against the seat. I can hear you in my head, I concentrate and try to remember.

You make me a naughty girl.

Sunday, July 3, 2011

When She's My Kitten

When I do bad things I really go all out. When I want to top someone I do it right, I let them open up. After all, confession is good for the soul. Right? Seem innocent, that's my motto. It's something I never forget. Especially at that place. Underestimation is usually a plus.

That's where I met Kitty, a petite mousy haired girl with intoxicating eyes. She's the girl who breeds obsession amongst the usual patrons. Imagine my shock when she came to talk to me, me of all the people, I caught her eye. Me, who belongs to a man.

I love the way she'll pull me aside and tell me a secret. I live to hear her voice whispering in my ear. It made me tingle with joy when I hear it. Especially when she told me she wanted to fuck me, and she wouldn't mind playing with my Master.

He was eager to put this to the test.

Public sex is always a turn on for me. Even more so now, it makes my Master happy. He takes me suddenly,  I'm in his lap. My legs spread my pussy exposed to everyone's view. Even hers, she's staring at my already wet pussy. He leaves that hole barren, pushing into my ass instead.

I motion her over she crawls across the floor, every bit as languid as a feline. I reach out catching her mousy mane in my fingers. She starts to lap at my pussy. Her tongue knows where to go but, I still guide her by the hair. I know it adds to her arousal to be controlled to have it demonstrated so simply in front of everyone.

His cock is pounding in my tight little asshole. I like it when he fucks me like he means to break me. It lets me thrash about like the beast I've become, the beast he's made me. That's when I feel her tongue, she's licking his cock while he fucks me. I shiver and moan when her tongue touches my exposed and open asshole.

I pull her hair jerking her face upwards her tongue present and waiting as I orgasm, she laps it all as Master unloads in my ass. I'm stunned. I'm gasping for breath and stroking her hair. Telling her what a good kitty she is.

I'm blissfully aware as he holds my lower half upward. Kitty is sucking his shaft like a greedy girl. Just as I thought I'd be put down, I feel her tongue around my quivering asshole, barreling up inside. She's claiming our prize for being such good girls.

I adore my new kitty friend, and I'll tell her so every time I see her because that's just how I am. I'll also make her do vile things because I love watching her fuck-stoned face.

Violet & Stripes

I like it when you push me. I like it when you tease me. You know just how to push the buttons to my pleasure center. You can stroke my mind like no other ever could. A simple text makes me wet. It's around 9:45 when I get my break. An hour before I'm due to leave but, anyway I head to the bathroom. Even the Ladies in this place is dirty I make my way to the last stall. It's okay but I'm not letting my panties touch the floor.

I crouch on the toilet my legs spread wide. Lewdly wide, it feels ridiculous and naughty. I untie one side of my panties. My fingers seek out my throbbing clit. I finger my clit, causing my thighs to twitch immediately. I need this, I can hear his voice in my head. My mind replays his voice telling me to touch my cunt. I obey.

I rub slowly but it only takes me five minutes to come to a loud orgasm. I'm shamelessly squirting all over my fingers and laughing. As I climb down I notice some hit the door and floor, I decide to leave it there to tired to clean it up. I retie the violet ribbon at my hip.  My black skirt falls nicely. Sated I can get back to work.

Back at the booth I check my BlackBerry there's an email from  Jones. The third to our happy little trio. He's outside, he's waiting for me. This is a surprise. I email back it'll be a bit.

When I get outside he's standing there just waiting. I look at him with his blonde hair and eyeliner. He looked perfect I hugged him and held hand as we headed to 16th street.
At the bus stop he was talking to me while his fingers played over my mound. I blushed no one could really see, to others we looked like he was holding me close.

"Someone enjoyed herself." He whispered in my ear.


"I'm going to finger fuck you." He whispers in my ear as we climb the steps. I blush as I pay fare.
We walk to the back and cram ourselves into the wheel well seat. His fingers ease inside me My greedy fuckhole sucks him inside.

"You're going to suck these clean." I taunt him.

"Yes." He whispers.

He makes me orgasm again for the second time tonight, five people sitting around us completely unaware. That's when I got an evil thought I lifted my hips untying my panties. The flimsy fabric clung I pulled the black and white stripped fabric free. Shoving it quickly in Jones's waiting mouth. I watched him suck while the violet ribbons hang from his mouth.

That's how I pull him from the bus, he's my little pull toy. I lead him across the street and upstairs to my brother's apartment. Once inside I pull the panties free from his mouth.

"Strip." I tell him.

He unbelts his jeans pulling them down. I  can see his cock straining through his shorts before he pulls them off setting them aside. Seconds later my wet panties are wrapped around his cock and his fist is pumping fast and furious. Gasping as he goes.

"Lacie" He screams out as he spurts thick ropes of cum coat my panties. We're both tired and flushed. We're both panting

"You want to wear them to bed?" I say with a lazy grin. I'm fastening them on before he can say yes, but he does.

I'm pleased.