words & stories that get me going ;)
*an addition to "my DIRTY little secret ;)" [http://justwanttofuck.tumblr.com/]*
Reblogged from jcrystalll
Being pressed up against a wall and not being able to move, that’s how you want it. Looking at their lips, waiting for the perfect time to go in for the kill. Just a peck, one little peck as his head jerks back and teases you for more. Smiling as you grasp the back of his head and pull him as close as you can, face to face. As he goes down and lets your legs wrap around him and slides you down the wall, you being to kiss him more and more. You could feel his tongue twist on your neck as your eyes roll back and now it’s your turn. Putting your body on him and pinning him down to the floor with both of your hands in his. Kissing his neck so he feels what you do, and feeling the shock throughout his body. Kissing with no intentions of stopping and having their hands take their adventure throughout your body. Take a quick breath, smile and glance at each other, then resume all over again.
Reblogged from naughtypiggy
That first point of penetration.
Clothes torn off, on the floor. My cock at the cusp of you.
The sweet surrender of being at your lips, moving hips against your tightness .. and the delicious honey bliss that hides beyond.
The glide as I push all the way in. I want to be *all* the way inside you. To own your sigh, as you shiver, buckle in front of me as you gasp towards the Heavens.
Feeling your niples harden and trace lines against me. It makes me harder. want to fuck you harder. But you have to deserve me. Within my roughest, dirtiest aspects.
Taking you slowly at first, purely to see your eyes, rouge blush of cheek flush and it’s spreading over your skin. The level of whore that pervades underneath the veil of princess - as you bite your lip, purrs become moans, grind back against my thrust. Want me more.
It makes me want to fuck you harder. You don’t own the moment, I do. If I have to train you, restrain you, I will. If I have to use threats, of words, of choke, I will do.
I want to feel your shudder scream as you cum against me. Your nails digging in to my backside as you want me deeper, deeper. I want to hold your gaze within the tinsel tinged fuck bliss of us both being on that devastating edge. And then to feel you shattering before me as I pump into your cunt with my cum.
Reblogged from kinkycasey
There’s this tension between us.
He knows about my relationship. He knows I’m not currently getting what I need. He knows I’m loyal but desperate for attention. So, he strokes my hair, listens to me, asks me questions, and the more we get to know of each other the more my heart races when we talk.
Lately, he’s been drawing me into his lap, and when we talk the between-my-legs aches.
He finally asks, “So, you think I’m cute, huh?”
I play coy, thinking of my partner, and finally whisper something incoherent into his ear ending with “it’s a secret.”
“I didn’t hear what you were trying to tell me,” he grins, “How can I keep the secret if I don’t know what it is?”
I squirm in his arms, “It’s a secret…. Even from you”
He smiles and rests his head on my shoulder, his lips dangerously close to my ear. It always seems he has the upper hand, even when I’m denying him. He teases, “Awwww I thought it was our secret.”
Feeling bold, I turn my head so my lips barely graze his and whisper in a teasing, little voice, “I’ll never tell.”
“Never is an awfully strong word, little girl,” his lips brush mine as his hand moves to the back of my neck.”
I involuntarily whimper in reply before he grabs a fistful of my hair and pulls my head back, pressing his lips to my throat, kissing me, then turns my head until his mouth is back at my ear and peels back my dress to reveal my bare cunt.
“You never know what the future holds little girl….”
I moan and swallow big, my heart racing, my whole body tingling, my hands on the edges of the fabric, I manage to peel myself from his lap. It’s painful. My whole body wants to be folded into his….
He sees my bluff and calls it, pulling me back…. Pulling so quickly I land straddling his leg. I cave, gluing my body to his.
I can’t handle it. His smirks, his words, the tension, my mixed emotions and the throbbing between my thighs. I can’t speak. Instead, I whimper and paw at his shirt collar. He watches and strokes my hair.
“What is it little kitten?” He tries to break the tension – to get me to speak but all I can do is play kitten now. Helpless. Purring and nuzzling his chin and neck.
“That’s a good little kitten”
My pussy throbs at the praise and I can’t help but rock my hips once in a deep wanton manner. I blush and bite my lip. In this playful game, he can see my whole hand now.
“MMmmm,” he savors his victory, calling me kitten but toying with me as if I were a mouse, “And that’s a naughty little kitten.” He teases pressing his hands against my bottom, driving my cunt against his leg. I open my mouth in a full moan, needing more. He lifts my dress, and with it my arms which I wrap around his neck once they are free. I grind once more and think, maybe not kissing him will somehow mean what we’re doing doesn’t count.
He strokes my hair from the top of my head down my back and presses again against my bottom. I can feel my cheeks, bright red and burning as I rock a few more times, this time feeling my nipples become very hard against his chest.
He continues to rub and fuss over me. Stroking further down, caressing my legs before moving his hands back up, to rest on my now steadily rocking hips. This possessive gesture has me mewling. I can feel my juices begin to run over his leg.
“Such a naughty, wonderful little temptation” he growls as he grabs each of my ass cheeks, fully covering them with his big grip, spreading them apart. I pull my lips along his body up to his ear and whisper in my little voice, “but it feels too good.”
Now it’s his time to shiver.
He retaliates by pressing his leg up between mine and pushing down with his hands.
I melt. My pussy erupts in tingles and I rock harder, steadily, grinding feverishly against his big strong leg. Then he raises a hand and brings it down hard against one ass cheek.
I yelp, but continue to grind, feeling a delicious pressure building.
“ You liked that didn’t you naughty little kitten?” as he slaps again with the other hand, and possessively grabbing afterward.
I yelp again and nod.
He answers by dragging his teeth against my skin, his hands run again down my legs and back up to my hips.
“Fuck,” I whisper into his cheek.
He raises his hands up to caress my breasts, tugging my nipples, and biting at my neck. That becomes the final catalyst. Its far too intense. The pressure building, I grind quicker… slightly panicked I plead with my eyes until he smirks and commands,
“Yes, kitten. Cum for me”
Reblogged from erospainter
I loved him most
when he came home from work,
his fingers still curled from fitting pipe,
his denim shirt ringed with sweat,
smelling of salt, the drying weeds
of the ocean. I’d go to where he sat
on the edge of the bed, his forehead
anointed with grease, his cracked hands
jammed between his thighs, and unlace
the steel-toed boots, stroke his ankles
and calves, the pads and bones of his feet.
Then I’d open his clothes and take
the whole day inside me—the ship’s
gray sides, the miles of copper pipe,
the voice of the foreman clanging
off the hull’s silver ribs. Spark of lead
kissing metal. The clamp, the winch,
the white fire of the torch, the whistle,
and the long drive home.
–Dorianne Laux, “The Shipfitter’s Wife”