At Your Service

You call me on your way home from work, agitated about some frustrating bullshit at the office. You know it’ll pass, but you’ve spent much of the day putting out fires, placating difficult people, having to bend over backwards and carefully choose diplomatic words in order to avoid more drama. You’re done with having to be restrained and polite. You’re ready to get what YOU want, exactly how you want it, and you know that I’m ready and willing to give it to you.

“I want to see you in something sexy,” you tell me on the phone, “and wear those sexy shoes that put you at just the right height for me to shove my cock deep inside you from behind.”

Your graphic words send a thrill through me and I promise to do as you wish. We hang up and I choose a short negligee, lacy panties and thigh high stockings. I know you like that classic pin-up girl look. I put on the high-heeled shoes you requested, feeling my anticipation rev up as I fasten the slender straps around my ankles. I stand before the mirror and admire how they lengthen my legs and alter my gait, putting a sultry sway in my hips. I go to the bathroom and do my makeup, finishing just as you arrive at the door.

The Meeting

* a little fantasy J dreamed up while in a boring work meeting!

I was not looking forward to the meeting, a presentation of dry scientific content, most likely presented by a bi-focaled and matronly looking old woman more comfortable wearing a lab coat over anything else. I tried to console myself with the fact that we were at least getting a free lunch!

It wasn’t until after I sat down at the conference table with my plate that I noticed Dr. Hannah Phillips. She was a late 20-something Berkley PhD. in chemistry. No matron in a lab coat here; she wore a severe business suit, with a smoothly tailored jacket and white blouse, but the skirt was short and tight. Her shapely legs, encased in retro stockings woven with a diamond pattern, started to make my pants uncomfortable.

Lucky

J’s palm gently glided over my belly as he lay beside me, our bodies warm and languid in the dim morning light. We were reluctantly contemplating getting out of bed to go off to work and neither one of us was particularly fond of the idea.

“Are you rubbing my belly for luck?” I asked him sleepily.

“No, I’m rubbing your belly because I love how you feel and I love to touch you and because it makes my dick hard,” he said, nuzzling at my neck. I giggled at his combination of romance and blunt carnality. “If it brings me luck, too, that’s just a happy side effect.”

Grinning, I snaked my hand down to feel his awakening member. “Well, you’re about to get lucky right now,” I said. I stroked his twitching cock a few times and he rolled over onto his back, sighing in contentment.

Deep

“God, I love fucking you,” he says, “I think about it all the time.  It feels soooo good.”

I ask him what it feels like.  I anticipate him describing lustful observations of my heat, my wetness, the tight embrace of my flesh, but instead, he says, thoughtfully:

“I can’t really describe it…it just satisfies something really deep and primal in me in a way I’ve never felt before.”

I hold him tighter, his words pleasing me deeply as well.

I know exactly how he feels.

~M

The Mechanics of Txt Mssg Haiku

*I seem to have been touched by a mechanical muse today!*

your eyes roll back up
lost in the sensation of
your cock inside me
 
tight and wet and warm
gripping slippery friction
begging you to come
 
your breath becomes steam
your internal combustion
explodes inside me
 
fuel injection sparks
my own turbo ignition
bursting rush of speed
 
~M

Sex Machine

Moving parts
Lubricated, calibrated
To perfect smoothly shifting action
 
Piston driving
Vacuum sealed
Suction pumping rapid friction
 
Pressure building
Ratchets cocking
Primed to initiate ignition
 
Turbo charging
Electric sparking
Internal combustion fuel injection

~M

Sugasm #102

The best of this week’s blogs by the bloggers who blog them. Highlighting the top 3 posts as chosen by Sugasm participants. Want in Sugasm #103? Submit a link to your best post of the week using this form. Participants, repost the link list within a week and you’re all set.

This Week’s Picks
She Told Me
“She told me she had a headache.”

Fantasy: If you can’t stand the heat…
“You that i will keep my legs apart.”

Sugarbutch Star: Bad Bad Girl
“I brought my lips down on hers hard, crushing, devouring, insistent.”
Mr. Sugasm Himself
Upskirt Video from V Magazine

Editor’s Choice
Blog Action Day: Sexual Activism or Lightning Doesn’t Strike Twice

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Backdoor Love

J and I had anal sex pretty early on in our relationship. It was something I’d only done a few times with two other lovers, and I hadn’t done it in several years. In the past, I’d found it to be something to be brought up after I’d been with a lover for awhile – it was advanced, taboo, extraordinarily intimate, and I’d always been somewhat reluctant to admit my interest.

It’s pretty dirty, and it’s not everyone’s cup of tea. Some people consider it gross or unhealthy, and I didn’t want my lovers to think less of me for being interested. Or I feared they’d be too interested once that boundary had been breached, and want it all the time when it was something I was only rarely in the mood for.

It had never been all that great for me before, either, which bummed me out (so to speak!), because it was something I thought about a lot, something that turned me on, that I found conceptually arousing, but always disappointing in practice. The few times I’d tried it, I’d found it somewhat painful and could only handle full penetration for a few minutes before the discomfort had me asking them to withdraw. I as always left disappointed, unsatisfied and vaguely ashamed.

But with J…it just sort of happened, spontaneously, wonderfully.

We’d gone out for sushi earlier, enjoying a divine meal, and I’d had a bit of sake and was feeling deliciously buzzed. We got home and immediately started fooling around, our ardor hot and slow and sensuous, like a long fuse burning, crackling.

Bilingual

* I didn’t write this – they’re lyrics from an incredibly sexy dance mix by Jose Nunoz. The song can be found here: Bilingual MP3 *

The only aphrodisiac I need is your voice
Hearing you speak my name
Beckoning me to answer
Telling me you want me
So I tell you that you’re the answer to every question I’ve ever had about love

Without words I use my tongue to tell the tale of us
Tracing your shadowscape
Kneeling before you my eyes feast upon your masculinity and
All its divinity and I praise you
Because all of that is for me

I begin to indulge myself of your delicacies
Digesting semi-sweet dark chocolate decadence as it melts
Dripping down my chin
Your taste is something Godiva couldn’t re-create

Needing every atom of your anatomy
Necessity is placed upon me knowing you are the source of my serendipity
Dipping in and out of me stroking more than my consciesness
Subconsciously I find myself rewinding our love scenes
In my daydreams
Seeing that face you make when you’re making me cum
And it makes me want you right there and then

How Do I Love Thee…?

My Dearest J,

            I love being your Good Girl, your Bad Girl, your naughty, eager, dirty, wanton playmate.

            I love how the sight of me captures your attention, how my touch sparks your nerve cells, how my sounds please your ears, how the feel of my wetness quickens your breath.

            I love how you kiss me, hold me, spank me, smile at me.  I love how you guide me, move me, grip me, invade me.  I love your hot words of lust and encouragement, your sincere admiration and gratitude, your tender endearments and warm, loving gaze.

            I love our pillowtalk; intimate and frank, full of openness and laughter and easy comfort and silliness.  I love being in your arms, my skin against yours, your heartbeat against my cheek, feeling warm inside and out.

            I love how you love me, and I love loving you.  I love making you smile, making you moan, making you dinner, making you happy however I can.  Repaying the happiness you give me.

            I love you, baby.

            :)

            ~M