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Aftertastes - Apr 14th, 2004 6:49:31 am EST
Orange Juice = good Toothe paste = good Orange Juice + Tooth paste = bad. Semen = good cigarette = good Cigarette + semen = bad. The world is a funny place. Mood: (4) Comments |
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"More" - Jan 21st, 2004 12:00:30 pm EST
He was staring lazily at the steaming mug of creamy coffee that he held. His rough fingers overlapped each other around a mug that was meant for smaller hands. Boxers and a rumpled t-shirt sat carelessly on broad shoulders and solid hips. He had a peaceful look to him, from a cheerfully sleepy expression, to the bare feet that were stretched to a close-by chair. She came through the door, her shirt was soaked through with seat and her face red from exertion . Some of her hair had come loose during the run, and fell against her face as she leant back against the countertop, lungs demanding air. He grinned at her, a mocking smirk on his relaxed face. He was teasing her for her dedication to such early morning effort, and she knew it. She tried to scowl at him, but it did little to take away from the flushed, bright look that her face had. He glanced at her a little closer, noticing how a bead of sweat ran slowly down her collarbone. Her breasts, held high by her running top, looked weightless, and the fabric clung to her ribs. He placed the coffee cup onto the table, and looked back at her, and caught her brief glance and the quick aversion of her eyes. He stood swiftly, muscles tense and strong. She jumped, as she did every time he got too close to her. As always, he checked for signs of fear; she had been his roommate for a while now, but they were not close. He was also much bigger than her, and aware of it. No, no fear, but her breathing should be normal by now, and it was not, her eyes glancing from his shoulders up to his face. “So, was that good morning exertion?” He asked, grinning. He somehow made it sound like he was talking about a different form of morning exertion, she thought, and then realized that she may be the one thinking that, about an otherwise innocent comment. A blush sprang to her face as her mind considered the kind of morning exertion would be associated with this mocking, but distractingly solid man standing in front of her. “Oh-ho, Is somebody blushing?” he asked, with a raised eyebrow and a slight smurk. Privately his pulse raced, and he could feel his cock’s hardness strain against his boxer shorts. He took a step closer to her. “Do you like me being close to you? All that blood pumping in you, and back from a long run; what DO you think of while you’re out there? ” She blushed even more, like a child who has been caught with a hand in the cookie jar. Then her jaw tightened, her eyes widened, and she stepped back away from him. “You flatter yourself.” She scoffed, but she was ruffled, and they both knew it. She turned and walked to the end of the apartment, towards the shower. Silently, he kicked himself. It wasn’t his intention to make her mad, she was just so. . .reactive. Every thought in her head showed itself on her body. He face would flush different shades of red, her eyes were clear and could speak volumes, and sometimes when something caught her attention, she would move her hips or her breathing would increase without her awareness. It was wonderful to watch, and it made him want to illicit more responses. He’d found too many women were fairly cold, and unresponsive to their universe. Sure, they could get turned on, but it was situational, and often relied on a “romantic” setting and the presence of clear and drawn-out foreplay. He was fascinated to have met an exception to that. He heard the shower stop, and he settled back down to finish his coffee. A few minutes passed, plenty of time for her to have gotten dressed. He knew enough about her morning routine to know that she would dress briskly, and start to warm up her car so that she could leave early for work. She was fairly strict about her routine, and it was easy to anticipate. His job was far more flexible, and he was always amused by her schedule. He placed the coffee cup in the sink, stretched his shoulders and shook out his legs, feeling a little more awake. He felt calmer, and now regretted getting the day off to a bad start with her. He certainly didn’t want her taking her irritation at him out on her fellow commuters on her drive to work. He glanced at the clock, knowing that by now she would dressed and ready, packing all her files and reference material. He walked to her bedroom door, intending to offer a mild apology that might smooth over her day. He knocked, but didn’t’ wait for a response. Her schedule was strict enough that he knew he could walk in unannounced right now without it being an invasion of privacy. And in a day that was getting better and better, it turned out he was very wrong. She wasn’t dressed at all, and when he stepped into the room his words evaporated on his lips. She was stretched out on her bed, fully naked. Her knees were bent, and legs wide open and she held a vibrating toy to her cunt. Her eyes were closed, but he could see her stomach starting to flutter and the muscles in her calves jump. He knew he should duck back out, she might not even see him, but then it occurred to him, like a light bulb, that she was throwing off her entire morning routine to masterbate. Masterbate quite enthusiastically, from what he saw. She was masterbating after having blushed in front of him. This thought anchored him to his spot for an extra few seconds, long enough to give her a full, thorough look. She was moving her hips, and her breathing was ragged now. . . Her head moved to the side, she looked near orgasm now, and suddenly their eyes locked She let out a small scream in her throat, and scrambled to pull covers over herself, wide eyed and startled, but her soft nipples had instantly gone hard when he saw him, a detail that he hadn’t missed. In several fast strides he was beside her bed, and leaving over her. She stopped breathing; having him lean over her, his size , while she was naked and flat on her back, was overwhelming, and was making her dizzy. She opened her mouth to say something, but he interrupted. “Be quiet for a second, and listen to me”, he said, keeping her eye-contact despite her soft breasts being distractingly visable. “You can deny it all you like, but I was right. You want me. You want me so much that you can’t think about anything else? You’d rather arrive late to work so you can masturbate the lust out of you than than anything else. Can you breath right now? You must be so frustrated, so close to orgasm, and here I am, dying to touch you, to taste you. . . Do you want me to leave? Do you want me to step away from your bed and leave you to privacy, and we can pretend this didn’t’ happen?” She was almost wiggling by this point, her hips moving against the linens and her breasts rising with her lungs. . .she suddenly looked started at his suggestion that he should leave. Without thinking about it, she grabbed his t-shirt, and pulled him the last few inches towards her. His hand slid into her hair, and he kissed her deeply, pushing her down into the bed. She held on to him, as if she tried to keep him on the bed. He thought lightly to himself that that wouldn’t be too difficult. He wasn’t going anywhere unless she clearly told him to stop and leave. Her hands reached for him, but with both hands he grabbed her hands and a second later both of her hands were pinned firmly above her head against the bed. Breaking the kiss, and withdrawing just enough to look at her face, he grinned. . . She was flushed and her eyes were wide as saucers. “You know, I wouldn’t have pegged you as a girl to leave things unfinished.” She was momentarily confused, and that gave her face a scowl. He wondered how clearly she could think by this point, he was obviously in the advantaged situation. To help clarify the situation he stretched his hand over her body, noticing that her back arched and thrust her breasts towards him unthinkingly, and he lifted the toy that she had been holding just a minute ago. He handed it to her, pulled the covers back, and with gentle hands, spread her knees. “I want to watch you, I want to watch you orgasm for me. I was right, right? You wanted me? Your wanting me made you use that toy in the first place? Keep going. Show me how turned on you are, how much you need me.” She took a breath, turned the toy on and started circling the tip of it onto her clit. He watched, fascinated. She made small circles, pressing into her skin so that it made her pussy lips shake with the vibration. Within seconds her breath became ragged and her shoulders relaxed. He ran his fingers over her right nipple, and pinched it just enough that she could feel it. With his other hand, he slid two fingers into her, and marveled at the contractions that were already starting as her orgasm built. This too startled him. Most women, no matter what he did, or how well he did it, would have clitorial orgasms that would be mild and pleasant. This was like a volcano building. She clenched her muscles on his fingers and muttered “More!” in her throat. He slid a third finger into her, and she tilted her hips to accommodate him. He slid his finger in and out of her, while she dug her vibrating toy into her clit almost violently. “MORE DAMMIT!’ she ordered, and with a grin he slide his last finger from that hand into her , but brought his other hand to her cunt. He slid a finger into her, and immediately it was covered in her wetness. He then started to slowly slide that finger into ass. The effect was emmediate. She started to whimper, and her whole body started to shake. Her body gripped down on his fingers, and she writhed on the bed in one of the most intense orgasms he’d ever witnessed. He was struck by the thought that wild abandon, such as he was witnessing here, was better than all the beauty he could find in a girl. This was better than beauty; this level of powerfull awareness in a women, this almost violently sharp sexuality was intoxicating. He kept pumping his fingers into her until her orgasm subsided, and then slide them out. She must be fairly sensitive by this point, he mused. She came back to awareness like a patient waking form a coma, startled and behildered. He spoke softly to her, noticing tears in her eyes. She didn’t look sad or upset though, simply like somebody who has been to an edge and has been started back to reality. Then she grinned, a lazy, girlish, relaxed grin. “Oh, hi.” She said, “I was wondering where you went. That was a fun ride. Next time you need to join me.” He stretched out beside her in the bed, tracing her face and stroking a piece of hair out of her vision. He was excited by her invitation, and also disappointed. After an orgasm like that, it was his experience that most women would be done, and looking only for cuddles and chat. He wasn’t too unhappy though, this was nice, just looking at this creature with her sated grin. The phone rang and she motioned to him to be quiet while she reached over and answered. “Yes. I ‘m aware of the time. I was actually thinking of doing an extra morning workout today, can you do without me at the office until about 10? Great. Yeah, marathons are quite demanding. I’m thinking I may move my hours around to give me time in the morning for workouts. Yes, good to hear. Thanks, bye.!” He raised an eyebrow, surprised again by her unapologetic attitude towards being almost an hour late for work. “So, I just told my boss that I was actually thinking of doing an extra morning workout today, so I hope you’re game.” With that, she swung her hips and legs, and ended up straddling he waist, his rock hard cock kept away from her wetness only by thin cotton. She leaned forward, her breasts touching his chest and kissed him teasingly. “More?” he asked, surprised? She gave him a look that said, roughly, “Well, YES”. He grinned, and slid his hands around her waist. “Well them; we should make an honest women out of you then!” Mood: flirty (8) Comments |