“Oh, but we aren’t done yet, babe. I haven’t even begun to rock your world.” 

I smiled and gave him a quick kiss before getting up and straddling him. I placed kissed down his neck and over to his ear, nibbling there for a few seconds, then tracing my way back with my lips to his other ear. That was his favorite. I felt his body give underneath me and he moaned. He placed a hand on the small of my back as I kissed down his chest and to his navel. 

He stopped me when I began to unbutton his jeans.

“This is about you today. Not me.”

His stern eyes told me not to pursue it. So I raised up and slid his jeans and boxers off his body. He was already so hard. I looked up and he winked.

In his most deep, sexual voice he said, ”Getting you off is the biggest turn on to me, Staci. You have no idea how beautiful you really are.”

He took my hand and helped me up to meet his face. He kissed me as I threw one leg over each side of him. I could feel his member underneath me. 

I raised up and took a deep breath as I lowered myself onto him. The resistance gave way and we both gasped.

Biting my lip, I pushed myself down further, and further until the head of his dick collided with my cervix.

“I always forget how tight you are…” he sighed, a comment that always made me pleased.

“Just hold me here for a while, please?” I asked. I wanted to savor every second of feeling him inside of me. He filled me up like no one else ever had.

He wrapped his strong arms around me and brought me to him. He ran his hand over my head and stroked my hair. I placed my hand over his chest and just enjoyed this feeling.

I sat back up and gave him a nod.

“I’m ready baby,” I said.

With that, I started moving slowly up and down, my hands firmly planted on his chest. He groaned and ran his hands up and down my back.

He pushed himself up and locked his arms around my waist, slowly beginning to lift me higher. His cock began pumping into me. I moaned and whimpered in his arms. Writhing in ecstasy as he thrust into my hot sex. He altered his angle just slightly, gaging my expression and..

I screamed as his cock hit my G-spot. Losing all restraint, I continued to scream. He flipped me over and continued pounding me. He reached his hand down and began flicking my clit.

In words, I cannot describe the feelings, the sensations, that being with him gave me at that exact moment. It was like nothing else in this world. His cock pumping in and out of me. His fingers stroking and rubbing my clit. Just him. Just seeing him, watching him stick his tongue out just slightly as he pounded me, hearing him moan and tell me how tight I am, seeing him throw his head back and work so hard for my orgasm.

And then I lost focus. The pressure building. All of a sudden, he stopped, and placed his head right at the entrance to my pussy. I cocked one eyebrow up and looked at him.

He smiled.

And rammed his full length into me. My orgasm hit and I moaned into the air, feeling my fingers almost tear into the sheets as I gripped them.

The pulsing of my cunt surrounded his cock and he came right after me, filling me with his warmth. 

As we both came down from our orgasm, he fell away from me, causing a ‘pop’ as he left my warm, now soaked, hole.

Panting with exhaustion, I managed to say, “We’re going to need a shower.”

“It can wait,” he replied, as he pulled me into him. I nestled my head into his neck so that his chin was resting on top of my head. 

With his arms around me, I drifted off into a blissful, satisfied sleep.

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 That shower story will be a good one ;) XOXO

And really, make up sex is always better, right? (Besides angry sex. Angry sex is number one with a bullet).

“I know you don’t believe me, but I really am sorry, Staci. It won’t happen again.”

We were sitting on the edge of his bed, his arm around, trying to get me to lean into him, give a little, or anything to let him know I wasn’t mad anymore. 

To be honest, I wasn’t mad. I put up a good show, but he was all I had left and I couldn’t be mad at him.

Not to mention, he was wearing my favorite black sweater and dark denims. The boy looked fine.

I turned my head slightly, just enough to take a peek at his deep brown eyes filled with genuine apology. 

I caved.

I leaned in until our lips met. He kissed me so sweetly, so softly. It wasn’t like how he usually kissed me, rough and needy. This was passionate and almost gentle. He was showing me how sorry he truly was.

I pushed him back down on the bed. Pinning him on either side with my arms. The touch of his lips making me feel at home. He ran his hands down my back and up, combing his fingers through my hair. His tongue parted my lips and ventured into the depths of my mouth. 

He started kissing me with more force. I bit his lower lips and he moaned into my mouth.

Whatever this feeling was, whatever unseen force that was in his bedroom became too much for both of  us. He flipped me over so that he was hovering over me, pinning me down on either side with his arms.

He looked at me with those same broken eyes and, scanning my brown eyes, told me that he was going to make it up to me, no matter what it took. 

All my walls down. I was completely his.

He leaned in to kiss me one more time before slowly moving down. Soft moans escaped my mouth as his lips brushed my neck, kissed my collar bone. He pushed my tank top up off of my body. He quickly unhooked my bra.

He gently placed his hands over my breasts, rubbing my nipples with his thumbs. He squeezed them lightly and I whimpered. He was teasing me and it was almost unbearable.

Before he leaned down and began flicking his tongue over my nipple, he pulled his black sweater off. I managed a soft sigh before raking my nails lightly across his chest. I then brushed one hand through his hair while the my other hand gripping the sheets, praying for some relief. He ran his tongue over my nipple a few more times before enclosing his lips around it and sucking. 

Another soft moan escaped my lips and he continued to work on my breasts. 

I couldn’t take it anymore.

I pulled his head up to mine and kissed him, forcing out tongues into a wrestling match. He was running his hands over every part of me that he could reach. Before pushing him down, I whispered, “Please…”

He smiled knowingly and kissed down my navel, pulling down my jeans and panties. 

To say that I was wet, was an understatement. I think drenched is the term hr and I would use.

He looked at me and chuckled. I just smiled and shrugged.

He ran one finger up and down down the length of my lips. I sighed with pleasure.

Lowering his face to my sex, he gently blew into me, teasing me, before he ran his tongue down my slit. I shivered.

He started licking every inch of my pussy, occasionally placing his thumb over my clit and rubbing. I almost convulsed with sensation.

He continued to work me as long as he could, sticking his tongue in and out of my heated cunt. I grabbed his hair and pushed him into me.

I felt my knees start to tremble as every inch of my skin was alive with electricity.

He felt this, and, raising my ass so he could have a firm grip, he mercilessly attacked my clit, flicking his tongue rapidly against it.

I jerked up and let out a scream and felt my entire body shaking as my orgasm finally hit. His mouth flooded with my juices, he continued to lick my clit. Wave after wave of intense orgasm flushed over me until I collapsed back onto the bed, struggling to get my breath (and my bearings on my sanity).

He drew back and crawled up to lay beside me, cradling me in his arms. 

Gradually, I stopped shaking in his arms. I snuggled into him, my heart still beating wildly.

“That was… God… Jesse… I don’t even have words,” I managed to say between breaths.

I could feel his smile lighting up the room. He was proud of what he had done. He kissed me on the forehead and said, ”Oh but we aren’t done yet, babe. I haven’t even begun to show you how special you are.”

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Part two will be up next week, lovelies. XOXO

I want you to know that I am very thankful that each and every one of you have the same sick and twisted sexual dependency that draws you to this blog ;)

Your story will be posted tomorrow night at 11, sexuals!

Much love

XOXO

An adrenaline packed night.

Another reason I love October (Yes, I know it is November now. Just deal with it): haunted houses.

Some friends and I decided to go to one last night. I was a little nervous until I found out Shawn was going. 

Since the moment I met him, there were pounds of sexual attraction between us. 

Like most of the guys I fucked, he was considered “forbidden” due to his fiance, or some shit like that. 

Which is a fact I politely ignored.

I’ll make this short, cause I want to get to the sex part, but we were going through the haunted house. Like, seriously, what kind of society do we live in where we pay money to get the shit scared out of us? 

I digress.

Several times, I screamed at something that jumped out at me. And each of those times, Shawn was there to hold me. Also, each of those times, I felt his cock rub up against my body.

So after adrenaline pumping action at the house, I figured it was time for some adrenaline pumping action in the bedroom.. Or the backseat of my blazer. Whichever came first.

Opportunity presented itself (as it usually does), when he asked me to drive him home.

We made small talk on the way there. While I am a woman of words, he was/is not. Very quiet. I was just hoping this meant he was a man of action.

I pulled into his driveway and put it into park. I leaned over to kiss him, but he just nodded and said thanks. Feeling very disappointed, I said, “No problem,” and watched him get out of the car. It was then that I looked over and saw that he left his jacket. 

I flashed my lights at him and held up his jacket. He stopped and walked back to my car.

As he leaned in, I grabbed the back of his head and put my lips to his.

He resisted for a split second, before I felt his lips push back against mine. He closed the car door and pushed my lips open with his tongue  My knees gave a little and his hands found my hair. He tugged and played with my hair while our tongues played with each other.

He pulled away from me, keeping his eyes locked onto mine, and I tugged on his waistband. My hands pulled his pants down while his hands pulled my shirt off. I pulled his shirt off too and threw it in the floor with our other clothes.He leaned in for another kiss while his hands grabbed and massaged my breasts.

I reached my hand over to his erect cock and started stroking. Just the sight of my hand around him like that…my panties were soaked.

A slight moan escaped his lips and breathed into my mouth. I smiled and pulled his face closer to mine while I continued to twist my hand up and down his member.

He took in a sharp breath and pushed me away. 

“We can’t do this in my driveway. Go down the road a little,” he said, nearly out of breath.

“You got it,” I said, licking my lips and pulling into reverse. 

Ricky Bobby had nothing on me in the split second it took me to pull out of his driveway and drive down to the end of the street and park in between a bunch of bushes. Super fast.

I put the car in park and turned off my engine and lights. 

The boy could keep up to speed pretty well. He had already made his seat go all the way back and pushed it all the way back. 

So he leaned up and pulled on my jeans. I smiled and he helped me take them off. 

Once they were laying in the floor of my blazer, I climbed over on top of him and positioned myself directly over his hard cock. In my efforts, my leg hit the horn.

“Shit.”

He just laughed at me and helped me over.

I gave him a look of uncertainty, making sure he wanted this as much as I did. 

He slid his fingers into my steaming sex. I melted. 

He smiled and put his hand on my hips and pushed down. 

The sensation of his rock hard member pushing into my sex was pure ecstasy.

We both breathed a sigh of relief, a sigh of finally releasing what’s when building up all night.

I lifted myself up him, just letting his head meet the entrance of my cunt. 

His hands on my hips again, he pushed me back down. 

Okay. Enough of this slow shit.

I started bouncing up and down on his cock, my pussy suctioning to him with every lift. 

His hands played with my hard nipples and full, round breasts. He took one of them in his mouth and sucked. I threw my head back and moaned.

With his other hand, his fingers found my clit and started kneading. 

Everything in me screamed with pleasure. My orgasm was so close. 

“I’m going to cum, Staci..”

Ah, good timing. 

I continued to bounce and he continued to grunt as I fell into the strongest orgasm of my life. Pulses shivered through my entire body. My pussy muscles contracted and squeezed his member as he came inside me. Our cum mixed and I could feel it dripping down my sex. 

We panted as I climbed off of him and opened the door. I snatched my panties and jeans from the floor and put them back on. He handed me my t-shirt and bra as he dug around for his pants.

He popped his seat back up and pulled on his chair. 

While I leaned against the car, I reached into my pocket and pulled a cigarette. I stood there lighting it as he got out of the car. He kissed me on the cheek and said, ”I think we better go.” 

He nodded toward something in the distance and it was just then that I noticed the dogs barking on the hill. 

“Must’ve been that damn horn,” I joked.

XOXO

An adrenaline packed night.

Another reason I love October: haunted houses.

Some friends and I decided to go to one last night. I was a little nervous until I found out Shawn was going. 

Since the moment I met him, there were pounds of sexual attraction between us. 

Like most of the guys I fucked, he was considered “forbidden” due to his fiance, or some shit like that. 

Which is a fact I politely ignored.

I’ll make this short, cause I want to get to the sex part, but we were going through the haunted house. Like, seriously, what kind of society do we live in where we pay money to get the shit scared out of us? 

I digress.

Several times, I screamed at something that jumped out at me. And each of those times, Shawn was there to hold me. Also, each of those times, I felt his cock rub up against my body.

So after adrenaline pumping action at the house, I figured it was time for some adrenaline pumping action in the bedroom.. Or the backseat of my blazer. Whichever came first.

Oppurtunity presented itself (as it usually does), when he asked me to drive him home.

We made small talk on the way there. While I am a woman of words, he was/is not. Very quiet. I was just hoping this meant he was a man of action.

I pulled into his driveway and put it into park. I leaned over to kiss him, but he just nodded and said thanks. Feeling very disappointed, I said, “No problem,” and watched him get out of the car. It was then that I looked over and saw that he left his jacket. 

I flashed my lights at him and held up his jacket. He stopped and walked back to my car.

As he leaned in, I grabbed the back of his head and put my lips to his.

He resisted for a split second, before I felt his lips push back against mine. He closed the car door and pushed my lips open with his tongue  My knees gave a little and his hands found my hair. He tugged and played with my hair while our tongues played with each other.

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Let me know what you lovely people think ;)

The rest will be up tomorrow night <3

XOXO

The Thrill of Getting Caught..

October.

Falling leaves, carving pumpkins, haunted hayrides, sweaters, and, best of all, bonfires with the crew.

It’s not that there was anything special or different about this bonfire.

Other than that Kennedy was there.

You could cut the sexual tension between us with a knife. He was hot. Muscular, tan, hairy arms, brown eyes, dark hair. 

He was also my ex-boyfriend’s best friend. Which made him forbidden. 

It’s not like we hadn’t talked about hooking up before. Under different circumstances (those being me not fucking his best bro), he would pound me. 

And it was because of the fact that said ex-boyfriend was out of town, that I was invited to the bonfire with everyone.

I’m assuming since this is 2012, that you all know what sexting is. 

So we’re sitting around the fire, throwing back a few beers, laughing at nothing in particular when I get a text (or sext, rather) from Kennedy.

“This fire would be better if it were in front of a bearskin rug in a cabin somewhere with our bodies lying in front of it.”

“Oh would it, now?” I replied.

I watched him, waiting for him to look down at his phone. He finally did and I saw a smirk come up on his face.

“Oh yes. Did I mention we were naked and I was fucking the life out of you?”

My eyes flashed up to catch his. A quick smile, nothing conspicuous, and he went back to listening to his friend’s tall tale about the bear he saw in the woods earlier.

So the sexting pretty much followed as suit. We continued to listen to our friends’ stories, but weren’t really listening. I could feel the wetness growing in my panties. Something had to be done.

As if reading my mind, I got a text from Kennedy.

“I’m going to the bathroom.”

“Uhm, Okay? You needed to tell me because…?”

“Because you are going to join me…?”

Duh, Staci. So I winked at him and watched him get up and go inside the house. At this point, everyone else was either completely entranced by the amount of alcohol in their system and the blazing fire, or by some one’s tall tale about the bear they saw in the woods earlier.

I waited a few more seconds and tossed my empty beer bottle into the fire pit. I leaned over to tell my friend Candace that I was going to get another drink. “Grab me one, too!” She said.

Feeling extremely sneaky, with a glow of ‘everyone-is-completely-clueless-and-I-am-so-getting-away-with-this’ shining off my face, I walked into the house. 

I passed by a hallway mirror, and back tracked. My face was a little red, due to the fire (both outside and in my pants) but my sandy blonde hair was still perfectly waved and in place. What little make up I had on was unsmudged. I smiled at myself and pranced to the bathroom.

“I thought you’d changed your mind.” He said, opening the door for me.

“Me? Never! Just making it look coincidental that we both got up at the same time.”

He genuinely didn’t care what my excuse was and quickly shut me up with a kiss that slammed me against the wall. I gasped, a wave of desire flushing through my sex. His tongue caressing mine, my hands pulling and grabbing in his hair, while his hands quickly undid my jeans. He kissed my neck, trailing his tongue down to my chest. I reached down to undo his pants, taking a moment to stroke his already fully hard member. His hands flew up my shirt and gave my breasts a few quick squeezes before he pulled me up on the wall. I giggled and went back to kissing him, now at a downward angle. He lowered me onto his cock and I moaned, feeling the full force of him enter my hot, tight cunt. Months of sexual anticipation released in this one moment of pure erotica. 

Our mouths continued to massage each other while I bounced up and down on him. Panting, kissing, panting, bouncing, panting, kissing, bouncing. 

I heard him grunt as he practically threw me over the sink. He continued to pound me from behind. 

In pure exhilaration, I almost let out a scream. Thankfully, he placed his hand over my mouth and plunged deeper. 

He gathered my hair and pulled me back for a quick, breath-filled kiss. With the thrill of getting caught and the premeditated desire, I was about to cum. Shocks shooting up into me. Oh God. I could feel it. The intensity burning into my hot center. He continued to pump into me, milking every last bit of my orgasm. 

“I’m.. going.. to.. cum,” I half screamed, half breathed.

“God.. Oh God…” He was about to cum too. 

With a quick jerk, he pulled out of me and pushed me to the ground. I barely had time to turn around and grab his rock hard member before he shot his first load on my face. Then another. With my hand tight around him, I pulled forward once more, pumping out the last load into my open mouth. 

I licked my lips and ran my fingers through the hot jizz on my face.

I sucked my fingers and looked up at him, a wicked grin on both of our faces.

“I promise I usually last a lot longer,” he said, still grinning. 

I laughed, “It’s okay. I usually do too.”

He leaned down to kiss me before making his exit. I picked up my jeans and thong off the floor and pulled them up. I wiped the last of his cum off of my face. Checking the mirror before I left (trying to get the freshly-fucked-flush from my cheeks), I felt my phone vibrate. 

A text from Kennedy.

“I’m sorry that was so short.”

I texted him back and said, “You’ll just have to prove to me that you can last longer next time.”

When I got outside, everyone seemed completely oblivious.

I got another text from him:

“That’s a promise.”