Naughty txt mssg Haiku

Your mouth like a bee

Sips from my weeping flower

Tasting nectar sweet

~M

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Staring at my phone
Wishing you would text me soon
Electronic sex

~J

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Your kiss rouses me

Waking and opening me

Good morning my dear

~M

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Warm kisses excite
Soft caresses paralyze
Waiting for release

~J

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My sex a lifeform

Quivering wet in your palm

Like a jellyfish

~M

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In and out we play
Thrusting rhythmic embrace
Climax together

~J

Aftershocks

“I love the way your pussy contracts around my cock, like it’s trying to swallow me,” he moans.

He’ll piston into me hard and fast, his pelvis jarring mine, our breathing harsh and urgent. Then he’ll stop suddenly and push deep into me, and my inner muscles will involuntarily pulse and squeeze and flutter for a few moments as we lay so still, locked in this intimate embrace.

His fucking causes aftershocks inside of me.

~M

A Little Surprise

When he got home, I greeted him with my usual welcoming kiss, but instead of breaking away after a tender lip-lock, he pressed his hand into the small of my back and held me closer, his inquisitive tongue encouraging a more playful and involved mingling of mouths.

“I’ve been thinking naughty thoughts about you all day,” he said, his mouth moving down to my neck, his hand sliding down to squeeze my ass. I grinned, loving his hunger for me.

“What kind of naughty thoughts?” I asked in a growly sort of voice.

“Thoughts about you being naughty,” he replied, slipping the straps of my dress and bra off of one shoulder and kissing me there.

“Me?” I said with mock innocence. I flicked my tongue out to trace around the curve of his ear.

“Mmmm-hmmm,” he grinned, his hand exploring my rump. “You don’t fool me. I know you’re naughty because you’re not wearing any panties under this short little dress.” His hand moved down my thigh below the hem of my dress, then slid up underneath to cup my bare sex.

I purred as his finger slipped between the plump lips, where moisture was already beginning to gather. His breath quickened as he felt my wetness and I rocked my pelvis gently against his hand.

“You caught me,” I admitted languidly, kissing his neck.

“Such a bad girl,” he murmured, sliding his hand from between my legs and squeezing my ass again. “I think you need a spanking.” He patted my cheek playfully, then grasped firmly, and I felt my pussy tingle with arousal.

“Into the bedroom,” he said curtly, releasing me and stepping back. “And take off those clothes.”

Our eyes met briefly, sparkling with excitement and mischief, then I lowered my head and slipped the other strap of my dress off my shoulder, letting it fall to the floor. Wearing only my bra, I turned and walked toward the bedroom, rolling my ass enticingly for him as he followed behind.

New Release

I’d been working on a new erotic story for days now…imagining, polishing, honing. At last I was satisfied with it and printed out a copy for J to read.

Making it up had excited me, writing it down had excited me, reading and re-reading it gave me a particularly piquant thrill. More than once I’d had to lay down on my bed as I went through it, my fingers inspired to ease the insistent hunger of my wet pussy and swollen clit as the vivid imagery played before my mind’s eye.

I got off on the scenes, the sensations, the bold honesty of my eloquently dirty mind.

As I snuggled up next to J, the pages of my latest work in his hand, I found myself a bit nervous.

Whisper

We sat in his living room, watching a movie with his roommate and pre-teen son.

His arm around my shoulder, he leaned close to my ear and whispered: “I think a lot about the sounds you make when you come.”

I smiled, tingling at this illicit confession shared privately with me, out of the blue.

I kissed him sweetly and nuzzled into his neck, now thinking about it, too, our thoughts syncing in secret intimacies.

~M

Morning

Dear J,

I love waking up to you in the morning.

Love to snuggle up next to you and search through the tangle of sheets to find your bare skin; warm, firm, the texture of your body hair soft and comforting against my palm.

I love the feeling of my lips pressed against your shoulder as I inhale your sleepy scent.

I love the way you look at me when you wake, your eyes full of tenderness and gratitude, your smile welcoming and content.

Sometimes after you leave for work, I stay in your bed far longer than I should, remembering your touches from the night before, languidly reveling in our passion and intimacy.

This morning I rolled over onto my tummy, closing my eyes and remembering the feel of your body on top of mine, how you were so careful to support some of your weight on your arms so you wouldn’t crush me, but not so much that I was denied the close press of your body against my back.

I remembered your pelvis snug against my ass, how your cock delved so deeply inside me, filling me up completely, my flesh embracing yours so fully that there was no distance between us at all.

I remembered the rapid, urgent thrusting of your hips, driving our breath from us in harsh gasps as we struggled to keep quite and discreet as the situation required. Listening as your breathing deepened, growing louder and more rapid as your climax approached, squeezing you deep inside as you crushed into me, pulsing, throbbing, flooding me with the ecstasy of your release.

My awakening body throbbed at the delicious memory.

I can’t wait to see you again.

~M

Ask and You Shall Receive

“Do you want it, baby?” he asked me, his voice low and growling.

He rubbed the head of his cock along my slit, which was dripping with his saliva and my juices. My pussy was tingling from the climax he’d just triggered by thrumming his talented tongue against my clit. It ached to be filled and he knew it.

My eyes flashed as he held my gaze, the barest trace of a grin flirting at the corners of his mouth. I closed my eyes and gave a little moan, pushing my hips up to meet him, but he deftly rocked away.

“Tell me you want it.”

HomeComing

* This was the first erotic story I shared with J. It began as a private journal entry, but as I wrote down my thoughts, my storytelling instincts kicked in and I found myself crafting a full-blown work of hot fiction that I wanted him to read. The setup: he’s been away for a week on business and the time apart has made us ravenous for each other. He’s arriving home during a reception I need to attend, meeting me there. All this is true, what follows is my imaginative exploration of hot possibilities.*

I had a superhot fantasy this morning about taking J behind the gallery during the reception. I’m not wearing any panties, and I’ve got on my thigh-high stockings and high heels under my nice blouse and skirt, just for him.

I’ve been waiting all night for him, my attention constantly drifting to the doorway, willing him to appear. Finally he arrives and I grin at him from across the room, politely break away from my conversation and meet him in a fierce embrace.

“It’s soooo good to see you,” I say and we kiss – the sweetest, most heartfelt kiss that we’ve waited a whole torturous week for.

“Come with me for a minute,” I say, taking his hand and giving him a knowing grin.

I lead him outside and around the side of the building where it’s dark and somewhat private. As soon as I stop and reach for him, we’re all over each other.

He presses me back against the wall, kissing me urgently, sucking at my neck, his hands moving over my hips, my breasts, finding my hard nipples. It’s all I can do to keep from moaning aloud, I’m so hot. But I just gasp and pant and purr and smother my voice with more kisses.

I put my hand on his crotch, feeling his eager erection, squeezing his rock-hard shaft, making him moan softly. I lift one leg up to brace my foot against the wall. I hike up my skirt and put his hand on my exposed thigh. He feels the stockings, exploring the smooth fabric, the tight lace band at the top and realizes they’re the thigh-highs. He growls his lustful approval into my ear and his hand moves slowly up along the flesh of my inner thigh. I hold my breath in anticipation – waiting to feel his touch against my bare pussy.

Between a Cock and a Hard Place

We went out to dinner at a nice Italian restaurant, indulging in a delicious white pizza, which J had been craving.

I wore a nice blouse and long skirt, with pantyhose, no underwear and a pair of sexy, strappy heels that I’d bought long ago, but rarely wore.

I’ve generally avoided high heels, preferring more practical footwear that allows me to walk, stand and dance, if the opportunity arises, without discomfort. I didn’t have much experience walking in high heels, and felt somewhat less-than-graceful on those delicate, tottering stems.

But J’s enjoyment of lacy underthings, or more accurately seeing me dressed up for him in such things, had me reconsidering. I found myself exploring a new appreciation for those time-honored feminine trappings of lingerie and clothing that revealed my womanly curves, makeup that reflected sexual maturity and shoes that lengthened the leg, lifted the buttocks and encouraged a saucy sway of the hips.

So I decided I’d learn to be comfy and graceful in sexy shoes, and a brief foray to a local eatery was the perfect opportunity to begin my training.

When we got home, we had dessert. Desert being, of course, each other.

We started with out usual playful and passionate kissing, necking and fondling. In the process, J ended up naked while I was still fully dressed. Eager to expose my flesh for more intimate explorations, he began to pull at the waistband of my pantyhose.

But I stopped him, getting up from the bed and turning away from him with a naughty grin. I sauntered to the wall and lifted my skirt up to my waist, bent over and pulled the pantyhose down below my crotch, presenting my bare behind to him.

Welcome to Playtime for Grownups!

When I was a kid, my favorite social pastime was playing imagination games. My friends and I would pretend we were comic book, cartoon or movie characters. We’d take on roles and act out scenes, dress up in homemade costumes and devise props from available materials, create our own storylines and adventures.

Now, in my 30’s, I’ve found a new “friend” to play with, who’s creative and adventurous, willing and able to use all those same elements of play to create the same kind of imaginative fun.

Only this time we’re exploring scenes of illicit sex, hot encounters, our own lustful desires. Our costumes are sexy underthings, high heels and revealing clothes, the occasional pirate garb or lab coat, and most often, our birthday suits.

Our roles are often ourselves, with a little added spice that’s not normally a part of our day-to-day interaction. We can explore our sexual personas of slut and primal savage, obedient submissive and stern dominant, innocent virgin or nervous john. Sometimes we’ll create more elaborate roles to sink into and act out.

These games are possible because we offer trust, respect, appreciation and desire to each other freely and joyfully. That essential foundation is the key to allowing us to adventurously explore, to surrender to the moment, to fully express our most primitive, frenzied urges, our deepest, most outrageous fantasies and the most tender, intimate affection.

These games are fun because they are not only fully consensual, but enthusiastically so, and both of us are making a conscious effort to please, and receive pleasure with acceptance, generosity and openness. We’ve given each other permission to share without judgment, to explore without hesitation.

Creating this space of trust and appreciation allows us to experience the exhilarating feeling of letting go, of losing ourselves in the moment and sensations, of losing control without fear or danger.

Fantasy allows us to experience things in a way that the often ugly and unsafe realities of Real Life cannot. We can be ravished by a pirate, have a sordid one-night-stand, solicit a hooker or lose our virginity, with none of the worries, negative possibilities (or impossibilities!) that these encounters would entail in the real world.

One of the best things about being a grownup is that a skilled and trusted lover can be both your best friend and favorite toy, all in one delightfully interactive package!

This blog is a place for us to share our playtime explorations, our fantasies and true-life adventures, musings and silly stories. Things that turn us on, make us laugh, bring us closer, open us to new heights of enjoyment and celebration of our bodies, hearts, minds and souls.

We hope you enjoy them as much as we do.

:)

~M