A Sexual Addiction
Tangled Up in Me©
Do you think about sex all the time?" he teased me. "Isn't it inconvenient, when you're working, for example?
I smiled sighed and replied; sometimes I think my sex drive fuels everything I do. He was laughing quietly.
"Don't laugh; I tell him you're embarrassing me. Anyway, pausing for effect, circumstances prevail; I happen to be with a very sexy man." This time he looked sheepishly embarrassed.
We stared at each other across the table; the mutual attraction was creating a heat and energy; it was flowing between us and inflaming our bodies with its suggestion, unspoken demands. My lips parted, and a hungry sigh slipped out and spoke to him "damn it" I swore under my breath vowing to attend the nearest 12-step program "I have to learn to control myself." His hand slipped down my arm and stroked it firmly possessively every part of my body has begun to respond to him.
"Witch," he murmured his voice a low hiss.
It dawned on me the dance we were doing was not just killing me, it was torturing him as well; and if that was the case I might as well turn up the heat. While deep in thought, I instinctively began rocking my hips forward pressing my sex down into the hardness of the chair. The sexual tension between us is so obvious that it dared us to surrender to what we felt right there in public.
His eyes fell as he took in the movement of my body, and his hand paused on my arm. He glanced up. "Are you always like this?" He spoke in a low whisper. No, it is you. I want you I replied slowly knowing he was going to break and I was tempting the fates."
Our mutual passion was whole, uninhibited. His mouth formed into smile, and his fingers moved back to the thin strap of my dress at my shoulder.
"You're making me hard."
"Well, You're making me wet.
"Tell me about it."
I did not reply. I was watching the candlelight flicker in his eyes my body took in the movement of his leg against mine under the table. I slowly slipped my foot out of its Manolo Blahnik Sandals and lifted it until it crept between his legs.
His eyebrows rose when I slunk down in my chair and put my foot over the bulge of his cock in his pants. He moved his hand under the table to close over my ankle. I knew I would do anything for this man and the look on his face said nearly the same for me.
His hand was warm and firm. He stroked my calf muscle, and I felt my eyes start to close as I savored it. He leaned forward in his chair repeating;
“Tell me about it, please"
"Inside, I'm creaming for you.
His eyes narrowed, his passionate mouth growing taut with restraint as he listened.
"When I move; I'm sticky with it." I had to shift in the chair.
"My thong is clinging to me."
"Open your legs." His expression and piercing eyes left me no choice.
My legs dropped apart slowly so he could just watch, and the cool air teased me as it thrilled me, I trembled slightly.
"Touch yourself."
Across the table, the force of his will controlled me and I wanted it to. I let my hand dance lightly over my shoulders arms, down my breast and drop slowly under the white linen tablecloth and pulled my skirts, slipping my fingers under my thong pulling it to the side, I rested my hand over my newly waxed pubic area. Slowly without loosing eye contact, for fear of breaking the intense aura, cast over us, I began to roll my fingers in the perfect tempo, only I can do so well, having one goal in mind, DAMN it was so good and God only knows who was watching maybe that even made it hotter.
His gaze dropped as if he could see through the table, then lift again.
"Do it, cum for me, please make yourself cum now. I want you to."
I curved my foot over the hard bulge of his cock, and pressed my foot over him as I squeezed myself in the same pattern. Dipping my fingers into the damp entrance to my sex, gathering the sticky fluid of my desire onto my fingers, I stroked them up into the tender groove of my aroused flesh. Spreading either side of my clit, I squeezed, my knuckles gently nudging free a spasm of ecstasy until a quiet whimper finally escaped me.
His mouth was formed a tense smile as he watched his expression wolf like in the extreme.
The air stirred as someone walked by, but I did not register more than that, looking only at him. His fascinated expression urged me on, until I was pressing so hard the peak was seconds away and I had to clamp my lips to get me to stop myself from making noise. "Damn it, Sarah, you look so beautiful, especially when you are about to come. Knowing he can tell, pushed me over the edge; a blaze of energy engrossed inside me, followed by hot waves of relief pooling over my entire body, my fingers were coated in my own juices proof of the wicked delight I like think he enjoyed as ,much as I.
"Let me taste you."
His request made me groan “That is not going to help you know I could climb over the table and straddle you right here”. I pulled my hand out from under the table and laid it over his. He lifted it to his lips and licked my fingertips. My body shuddered slightly, caught on the brink of a new wave of lust.
"That only made me want you even more," I commented.
"You're going to have to have me, and soon." He gave me a dark smile.
"I want to take you down a dark alley and find the nearest wall to stand up against so I can fuck you." He gave that slow, wolf smile that I loved so much.
"Let's do it then." Was it the thought of him leaving for a week that made me reckless, I wondered fleetingly, or something else? Him? Just him? However, I wanted to do it as much as he did. He threw a wad of bills down on the table, gesturing at the waiter as he did so, then stood up, abandoning the drinks. I retrieved my Manolo Blahnik Sandals and followed his lead, smiling as I reached for his hand… Something in my Gut kept saying do not get attached but for the first time in my life, I was not listening… He took my hand and together we walked quickly out of the restaurant.
Spotting a small alleyway. "Come on," he said, taking my hand. It was perfect. When we reached the middle, he glanced around. We were between two tall buildings in a narrow street passage that was lit at each end but dark at the center point. I pulled on his hand, drawing him to a halt. "here's good," he insisted, pointing to a narrow ledge of brick jutting from the wall, hungrily grabbing at me for a kiss, I returned his passion making the heat boil over suddenly I was backed up against the wall. He ran his hand over the fabric covering my breasts, his breath coming thick and fast. He balanced my hips on the narrow ledge and I clutched at him, one leg climbing against him, inviting him in.
I knew I wanted fast, hot, clandestine sex, and I wanted no needed it NOW. "I want you really badly Marco."
He lifted my skirt of my dress, shifting them up around my thighs and hips, tearing my wet thong down the length of my legs. I grabbed at his hair clutched at him; he held me on the ledge with one arm and wrapped one leg against him. His hand slipped into the warm, damp groove of my pussy.
"I wouldn't have missed that show in there for the world." Crazy laughter bubbled up inside me, alongside the desire that carried me. I understood I was high on his presence, every moment sending my farther into orbit. "I must taste you." He kissed me hard, his tongue thrashing with mine, and then he pulled away and squatted in front of me, moving between my thighs. His mouth sank over my slit, kissing me deeply, while his hands spread me open. "Exquisite," he whispered, then ran his tongue up and down from my hole to my clit. I trembled, my hips pressing forward to take his caresses.
His stubble ground against my, electrifying my skin, while his tongue thrust inside my sex, seeking out, and devouring me as he kissed and caressed my, inside and out.
I whimpered, thrashed, and contracted fully when the tension began to climb back up through my pelvis, his mouth bringing me quickly back to climax again. He knows me so well hips moved instinctively, tracing the innate movements of carnal pleasure without the need for thought while he led me back to that special place again. I was still catching my breath when I heard his zipper. I'd grown accustomed to the dark; I could see him holding the thick, hard shaft of his cock in his hand while I reached my arms around his neck and put one leg up against his flank, inviting him in. "I could eat you forever," he whispered against my mouth. He lifted my other leg around his hip and pushed my body up the wall, easily strong enough to hold me. I just moaned approval, urging him on. His cock nudged inside. He eased the head a little further, and then lunged deep. For a moment I was still, holding my breath, completely taken with the feeling of being filled suddenly, my sex sensitized to the max by what had gone earlier. Then I breathed out. He pulled back and then drove himself inside, thoroughly. Groaning with pleasure, head thrown back by the force I think this moment was the most blissful I ever known. Above them clouds scudded away from the moon, flooding them in its eerie glow. My legs locked around him, and I twined my hands around his neck and then across his hack, grasping at him with feeble hands. It felt like dirty, illicit sex—and it felt so, so good. His thrusts became deep and fast, his body driving me up against the wall. The straps of my dress slid down and he placed a fevered kiss on my breast where as they rose up. I ground my hips against his to pull him in to the hilt, my back riding up against the rough brickwork of the wall, I could feel my bare skin getting scraped but it never hurt it just brought him deeper. When I rotated my hips he would warn me to stop, it would be over. I gave a breathy laugh, my hips arched. My body was burning up with the feeling of being stretched to capacity and that oh-so- delicious nudge up against the very core when he landed against it, sending a roar of heat through my groin, and releasing a flurry of sensation in the pit of my stomach each and every, time. I heard a sound, and saw two figures pass the end of the alley. Their voices faded away, and they obviously had not seen anything, but I could not help picturing how we might look to a passerby, indulging in a clandestine, surreptitious encounter up against the wall, clothes asunder, and the image only sewed to throw fuel on my fire. "I'm coming." "I know. You're on fire," he groaned. His face contorted when I came, my body clutching at his cock. "It's you, your cock, it feels so damn good." He moaned quietly and thrust faster, while feasting on my neck " woman, you know how to drive a man insane," He groaned deeply, and I felt his cock grow harder still, wedged against my cervix, then my destiny the heat of him as he came. I wriggled and flexed, His hand stayed locked over me until I slowed my movements and finally stilled. Shuddering in release, his mouth still kissing my neck hungrily, "I want more, more than this," he whispered against my throat. "I want to fuck you all night long." "Good," I replied. "Because I'm not the least bit done with you yet." He kissed me still with hunger while, our bodies still pressed close against each other. I only turned away from him when voices rose up, and a crowd of people passed the end of the alleyway. He bent to straighten my skirts. "What a gentleman you are." "I do my best." He stood up. "I thought someone might see us." "You sound disappointed." "It turns me on, I have to confess." He growled, "Tell me more." Oh no babe, that is how this began… we have many more of these escapades to go on… take me to your house now and fuck me all night long ….
Tangled Up in Me©
Do you think about sex all the time?" he teased me. "Isn't it inconvenient, when you're working, for example?
I smiled sighed and replied; sometimes I think my sex drive fuels everything I do. He was laughing quietly.
"Don't laugh; I tell him you're embarrassing me. Anyway, pausing for effect, circumstances prevail; I happen to be with a very sexy man." This time he looked sheepishly embarrassed.
We stared at each other across the table; the mutual attraction was creating a heat and energy; it was flowing between us and inflaming our bodies with its suggestion, unspoken demands. My lips parted, and a hungry sigh slipped out and spoke to him "damn it" I swore under my breath vowing to attend the nearest 12-step program "I have to learn to control myself." His hand slipped down my arm and stroked it firmly possessively every part of my body has begun to respond to him.
"Witch," he murmured his voice a low hiss.
It dawned on me the dance we were doing was not just killing me, it was torturing him as well; and if that was the case I might as well turn up the heat. While deep in thought, I instinctively began rocking my hips forward pressing my sex down into the hardness of the chair. The sexual tension between us is so obvious that it dared us to surrender to what we felt right there in public.
His eyes fell as he took in the movement of my body, and his hand paused on my arm. He glanced up. "Are you always like this?" He spoke in a low whisper. No, it is you. I want you I replied slowly knowing he was going to break and I was tempting the fates."
Our mutual passion was whole, uninhibited. His mouth formed into smile, and his fingers moved back to the thin strap of my dress at my shoulder.
"You're making me hard."
"Well, You're making me wet.
"Tell me about it."
I did not reply. I was watching the candlelight flicker in his eyes my body took in the movement of his leg against mine under the table. I slowly slipped my foot out of its Manolo Blahnik Sandals and lifted it until it crept between his legs.
His eyebrows rose when I slunk down in my chair and put my foot over the bulge of his cock in his pants. He moved his hand under the table to close over my ankle. I knew I would do anything for this man and the look on his face said nearly the same for me.
His hand was warm and firm. He stroked my calf muscle, and I felt my eyes start to close as I savored it. He leaned forward in his chair repeating;
“Tell me about it, please"
"Inside, I'm creaming for you.
His eyes narrowed, his passionate mouth growing taut with restraint as he listened.
"When I move; I'm sticky with it." I had to shift in the chair.
"My thong is clinging to me."
"Open your legs." His expression and piercing eyes left me no choice.
My legs dropped apart slowly so he could just watch, and the cool air teased me as it thrilled me, I trembled slightly.
"Touch yourself."
Across the table, the force of his will controlled me and I wanted it to. I let my hand dance lightly over my shoulders arms, down my breast and drop slowly under the white linen tablecloth and pulled my skirts, slipping my fingers under my thong pulling it to the side, I rested my hand over my newly waxed pubic area. Slowly without loosing eye contact, for fear of breaking the intense aura, cast over us, I began to roll my fingers in the perfect tempo, only I can do so well, having one goal in mind, DAMN it was so good and God only knows who was watching maybe that even made it hotter.
His gaze dropped as if he could see through the table, then lift again.
"Do it, cum for me, please make yourself cum now. I want you to."
I curved my foot over the hard bulge of his cock, and pressed my foot over him as I squeezed myself in the same pattern. Dipping my fingers into the damp entrance to my sex, gathering the sticky fluid of my desire onto my fingers, I stroked them up into the tender groove of my aroused flesh. Spreading either side of my clit, I squeezed, my knuckles gently nudging free a spasm of ecstasy until a quiet whimper finally escaped me.
His mouth was formed a tense smile as he watched his expression wolf like in the extreme.
The air stirred as someone walked by, but I did not register more than that, looking only at him. His fascinated expression urged me on, until I was pressing so hard the peak was seconds away and I had to clamp my lips to get me to stop myself from making noise. "Damn it, Sarah, you look so beautiful, especially when you are about to come. Knowing he can tell, pushed me over the edge; a blaze of energy engrossed inside me, followed by hot waves of relief pooling over my entire body, my fingers were coated in my own juices proof of the wicked delight I like think he enjoyed as ,much as I.
"Let me taste you."
His request made me groan “That is not going to help you know I could climb over the table and straddle you right here”. I pulled my hand out from under the table and laid it over his. He lifted it to his lips and licked my fingertips. My body shuddered slightly, caught on the brink of a new wave of lust.
"That only made me want you even more," I commented.
"You're going to have to have me, and soon." He gave me a dark smile.
"I want to take you down a dark alley and find the nearest wall to stand up against so I can fuck you." He gave that slow, wolf smile that I loved so much.
"Let's do it then." Was it the thought of him leaving for a week that made me reckless, I wondered fleetingly, or something else? Him? Just him? However, I wanted to do it as much as he did. He threw a wad of bills down on the table, gesturing at the waiter as he did so, then stood up, abandoning the drinks. I retrieved my Manolo Blahnik Sandals and followed his lead, smiling as I reached for his hand… Something in my Gut kept saying do not get attached but for the first time in my life, I was not listening… He took my hand and together we walked quickly out of the restaurant.
Spotting a small alleyway. "Come on," he said, taking my hand. It was perfect. When we reached the middle, he glanced around. We were between two tall buildings in a narrow street passage that was lit at each end but dark at the center point. I pulled on his hand, drawing him to a halt. "here's good," he insisted, pointing to a narrow ledge of brick jutting from the wall, hungrily grabbing at me for a kiss, I returned his passion making the heat boil over suddenly I was backed up against the wall. He ran his hand over the fabric covering my breasts, his breath coming thick and fast. He balanced my hips on the narrow ledge and I clutched at him, one leg climbing against him, inviting him in.
I knew I wanted fast, hot, clandestine sex, and I wanted no needed it NOW. "I want you really badly Marco."
He lifted my skirt of my dress, shifting them up around my thighs and hips, tearing my wet thong down the length of my legs. I grabbed at his hair clutched at him; he held me on the ledge with one arm and wrapped one leg against him. His hand slipped into the warm, damp groove of my pussy.
"I wouldn't have missed that show in there for the world." Crazy laughter bubbled up inside me, alongside the desire that carried me. I understood I was high on his presence, every moment sending my farther into orbit. "I must taste you." He kissed me hard, his tongue thrashing with mine, and then he pulled away and squatted in front of me, moving between my thighs. His mouth sank over my slit, kissing me deeply, while his hands spread me open. "Exquisite," he whispered, then ran his tongue up and down from my hole to my clit. I trembled, my hips pressing forward to take his caresses.
His stubble ground against my, electrifying my skin, while his tongue thrust inside my sex, seeking out, and devouring me as he kissed and caressed my, inside and out.
I whimpered, thrashed, and contracted fully when the tension began to climb back up through my pelvis, his mouth bringing me quickly back to climax again. He knows me so well hips moved instinctively, tracing the innate movements of carnal pleasure without the need for thought while he led me back to that special place again. I was still catching my breath when I heard his zipper. I'd grown accustomed to the dark; I could see him holding the thick, hard shaft of his cock in his hand while I reached my arms around his neck and put one leg up against his flank, inviting him in. "I could eat you forever," he whispered against my mouth. He lifted my other leg around his hip and pushed my body up the wall, easily strong enough to hold me. I just moaned approval, urging him on. His cock nudged inside. He eased the head a little further, and then lunged deep. For a moment I was still, holding my breath, completely taken with the feeling of being filled suddenly, my sex sensitized to the max by what had gone earlier. Then I breathed out. He pulled back and then drove himself inside, thoroughly. Groaning with pleasure, head thrown back by the force I think this moment was the most blissful I ever known. Above them clouds scudded away from the moon, flooding them in its eerie glow. My legs locked around him, and I twined my hands around his neck and then across his hack, grasping at him with feeble hands. It felt like dirty, illicit sex—and it felt so, so good. His thrusts became deep and fast, his body driving me up against the wall. The straps of my dress slid down and he placed a fevered kiss on my breast where as they rose up. I ground my hips against his to pull him in to the hilt, my back riding up against the rough brickwork of the wall, I could feel my bare skin getting scraped but it never hurt it just brought him deeper. When I rotated my hips he would warn me to stop, it would be over. I gave a breathy laugh, my hips arched. My body was burning up with the feeling of being stretched to capacity and that oh-so- delicious nudge up against the very core when he landed against it, sending a roar of heat through my groin, and releasing a flurry of sensation in the pit of my stomach each and every, time. I heard a sound, and saw two figures pass the end of the alley. Their voices faded away, and they obviously had not seen anything, but I could not help picturing how we might look to a passerby, indulging in a clandestine, surreptitious encounter up against the wall, clothes asunder, and the image only sewed to throw fuel on my fire. "I'm coming." "I know. You're on fire," he groaned. His face contorted when I came, my body clutching at his cock. "It's you, your cock, it feels so damn good." He moaned quietly and thrust faster, while feasting on my neck " woman, you know how to drive a man insane," He groaned deeply, and I felt his cock grow harder still, wedged against my cervix, then my destiny the heat of him as he came. I wriggled and flexed, His hand stayed locked over me until I slowed my movements and finally stilled. Shuddering in release, his mouth still kissing my neck hungrily, "I want more, more than this," he whispered against my throat. "I want to fuck you all night long." "Good," I replied. "Because I'm not the least bit done with you yet." He kissed me still with hunger while, our bodies still pressed close against each other. I only turned away from him when voices rose up, and a crowd of people passed the end of the alleyway. He bent to straighten my skirts. "What a gentleman you are." "I do my best." He stood up. "I thought someone might see us." "You sound disappointed." "It turns me on, I have to confess." He growled, "Tell me more." Oh no babe, that is how this began… we have many more of these escapades to go on… take me to your house now and fuck me all night long ….
1 comment:
O my....That was HOT girl :)
Your writing is very vivid.
I loved it!!!
NT
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