The Mumblings of Miss Iris

Be Sexy.

2012-02-07T19:33:00.000-08:00

Who the hell does she think she is?
In her a smidge-too-high-for-work heels...
her hair a tousled perfection...
red stained glossy lips
and that I'm-up-to-something-sneaky-but-I'm-so-innocent smile on her face.
She must have a padded bra on.
Who is she kidding?
And seriously, that's one unbutton too many on her blouse.
Hehe,
I give myself one last look in the mirror.
Sexy bitch.

Story: The Coffee Shop

2009-12-20T13:38:00.000-08:00

The sound of metal chair legs dragging on the floor made me look up from my laptop. Even in the bustle of the coffeeshop, my eyes immediately were drawn to him. He sat less than 10 feet away, facing me. I didn't hide the fact that I was staring at him. Well, I wasn't just staring at him. I was checking him out. All the while, he just sat there, reading his magazine.

He was a lovely thing to look at. I was undressing him with my eyes, imagining what he looked like naked....between my legs. I smirked to myself then drew my eyes away from him. I focused back onto my laptop. Clicking away, reading and replying to emails. Something made me look back up. It must have been that "I feel like someone is staring at me" feeling. My eyes looked up and caught his stare. I felt myself heat up and start to sweat a bit. His eyes seemed to take control of me. There was nothing flirty about him. His stare was piercing and intense. I unlocked my eyes from his and looked back down at my laptop, trying to regain some kind of ladylike composure.

My body was hot. My breathing was short and shallow. Skin tingley. This was my body's way of telling me it wanted him.

I was startled when he came towards me. Speechless when he pulled up a chair and sat across from me at my table. My first response was to shut my laptop. My hand didn't move from the hardness of it, almost like a security blanket.

"Let's get out of here", his voice was soft yet commanding.

I didn't question. I was already lost in the moment and immediately began gathering my things and packed them all up. We stood up from the table and walked out together.

"Get in your vehicle and follow me", he instructed.

How utterly irresponsible of me to do the bidding of a complete stranger, but something deep within me could not resist. I got into my vehicle and did just as I was told. I followed him as he drove his blood red Mustang. We didn't drive for very long. Just a few turns and straight aways to a parking garage. He parked at the very top and I parked next to him.

When he opened his door, thats when I started to get nervous. I started to wonder what underwear I was wearing. Was it something sexy or homely? I was relieved to remember I had put on some semi sexy underwear that morning and thankful for doing so. I unlocked the door and he got into the passenger side.
He didn't say anything. There was really nothing to say. We both knew we wanted each other. Our mouths instantly connected. His lips were soft but the kiss was hard. His tongue probing deep. Pushing against mine. I turned my body more towards his, almost as if offering myself. How ridiculous to even think I needed to do that. I followed him here. I'm sure that was enough of a motion to let him know he could have me. The positioning in the car was awkward, but it didn't seem to stop him. Our kiss became even deeper and more hungry. I could feel his breathing change and turn into a quiet kind of growl.

I only wanted to give in.

His hands began to explore.

First over my shirt, then, under. Fingers pushing up my bra, freeing my breasts. My nipples were hard and sensitive. I moaned as he felt me up. Moaned even louder when he pinched them. Pulled them. He pushed my shirt up above them and began to mouth them. My body writhed in the drivers seat as he suckled my nipples, inhaling as much of each tit into his mouth as he could. The more he sucked, the more I could feel my center wetten. His actions became more greedy. I was afraid someone would see us up here and I kept constant check of the surroundings. There were no other cars parked up here, but still, i would make an occasional scan with my eyes. Without hesitation, his hand moved underneath my skirt. Instinctively, my legs widened. He paused when he felt my pussy. Dripping wet with want.

"You are so wet", he whispered, "I want to taste you".

He plunged two fingers into me then pulled them out. I bit my bottom lip as i watched him lick my juices off of his fingers. He moaned. I gushed even more.He sat up in the passenger seat. Unbottoned and unzipped his pants. Lowering them a bit and allowing his hardened muscle to show itself. It was magnificent. "Suck my cock", he ordered, and I did.

There is something so dirty about sucking a strangers cock in a place that is not very private and I liked it. I sucked and sucked.... His cock twitching in my mouth. The more he moaned, the harder and faster I went.

"Play with your pussy while you suck me", and I did.

Both of us moaning.

My fingers wet.

My clit swollen.

Fingering, rubbing.....sucking....mouthing...The more he moaned, the closer I was to my orgasm.
All I wanted to do was make this man cum. I mouthed him with more purpose while playing with my own self, then, without warning, his hand grabbed hold of my hair. Moving my head up and down. His hips raising up. He was face fucking me. His cock was pulsating then, we both exploded into a wild simultaneous orgasm. My body releasing, his body spewing. I felt his pleasure fill my mouth and I gladly swallowed hard at my reward. My own juices heavily coated my fingers, moaning onto his softening erection.

When our moment was over, he kissed me on the cheek and thanked me kindly for my time. I thanked him as well and we both drove away from the nameless lust we had just experienced.

To Kiss

2009-11-30T18:36:00.001-08:00

There is a moment, before the lips touch.

You stop breathing.

You stop being.

You are in the now of sweet anticipation.

Then the connection.

Inhaling each other as you swoon in a storm of intensity.

To kiss.

So intimate.

More than sex.

More than anything.

Kissing.

I can say so many things; I miss you, I want you, I love you...

all without the complication of words.

It's all those things you are trying to say, trying to convey,

without speaking.

You feel it.

You connect with another person,

pressing into another's soul.

Oh, to kiss.

Where I Long To Be

2009-10-07T10:00:00.000-07:00

There in his embrace.
Lost in his kiss.
In a sweet thought that makes his smile shine.
In his heart.
All the places I long to be.

Making Shapes Out of Clouds

2009-10-06T15:42:00.001-07:00

His body layed on the soft, green grass. Faced up towards the sky.
"Look up there" he said with quiet excitement. "Those clouds are so fluffy!"
He stared up at them for what seemed like eternity. He was making shapes out of clouds. Calling them out to me as his imagination created with instantaneous speed.
All I could do was stare at him. Such a handsome man.
My mind imagined all the things I would love to do to him. All the ways my body wanted to shape and mold to his, just as his mind did with the clouds.

The Mansion, Part II

2009-09-27T07:33:00.000-07:00

The day passed as quickly as it began. The help left, and once again, it was just Master and I in the house. I retreated to my room to have my dinner, then a quiet knock on my door. I had already changed into some comfy pajamas, but answered the door anyway.

"Sir", I was surprised to see him when I opened my door.

He looked so handsome standing there with his distinguished smile on his face. I was more embarrassed being seen in my cotton two piece pajamas.

"Can I come in?", he asked.

He rarely came to this part of the house and had never come this time of evening. I swung the door wide and watched as he walked into my room. I felt small as his eyes seemed to inspect me. He walked a small single circle around me. I felt myself tense up, wondering what he must be thinking of me. I wanted him to touch me, acknowledge me in some way, but he didn't. He was a beautiful man. His confidence exuded from every pore. I wanted him. As long as I have known him, I have wanted him.

"Mary, you have worked for me for many years....yet, we have never had dinner together", I was shocked.

"Sir, I never thought it appropriate that I share a seat at the table with you", I quietly responded. My eyes dropping their gaze to the floor.

"That's really for me to decide, not you", his voice was soft but the tone was commanding.

"Come, bring your plate into the diningroom and dine with me", this wasn't an invitation. This was a demand.

"Sir, I should change then", I started rustling for something to change into.

"No" he said as he turned and started walking out. "Come just as you are. I expect you in three minutes".

I stood for a moment watching him walk. The strength in his shoulders....the boldness in his steps. I grabbed my plate and sat across him in the large dining room. Never have I eaten in this room, nor sat at this masculine wooden table. Just he and I. I didn't know what to make of this. Nervous didn't begin to describe how I was feeling.

As we ate, he asked questions about my life, how I liked my job....idle chit chat that seemed to ease my rigidity. I caught him a few times staring at me. Gazing at my almost exposed breasts. I wasn't sure if it was just me that felt the sexual tension in the air. He was quite controlled if he did. Then, his words boomed.

"Stand up".

I looked at him blankly.

"Did you hear me, Mary?"

With that, I quickly pushed out of my chair and stood.

"I want you to stand here next to me so I can get a good look at you", he said.

I had no idea what was going on, but something in me said to obey....not to question. I did as he wanted and stood next to him. Facing him. He turned his chair to face me.

"I saw what you did to Georgia this morning", I was mortified when he spoke the words.

Had he really seen the goings on in my room? This was it, he would surely fire me now.

"I knew she was peering into my room. I sleep light, so when she turned the knob, I woke....just didn't let her know it" he replied.

His eyes still taking me in.

"I want you to undress", his voice abrupt and stern.

My eyes caught his stare. His lightly colored eyes grew dark. The expression on his face became sharp, intense. I couldn't refuse. Something in me didn't want to. As I began unbuttoning my pajama top, he stood. I felt my body burn with a sudden want to oblige any request he made.

His stare was heavy.

I felt him watch my fingers as I released each button from their mini slits. His breathing grew heavy. When all the buttons were undone, I paused. He licked his lips. With fingers, I opened up my shirt...slid them away from my shoulders and let the shirt fall to the floor. I felt ashamed, embarrassed. Wondering what his thoughts were. He remained quiet. I slid my fingers into the waist of my pajama bottoms and slid them down...stepping out of them and stood completely nude. There was a slight chill in the air and I could feel my dark, brown nipples harden.

"Mary, I have had a desire for you ever since I first laid eyes on you. I have never thought it appropriate to act on my feelings", he explained.

He stood so close to me, I could feel the warmth of his breath on my skin. I felt myself grow wet and my face flushed in embarrassment. He brought his face close to mine.

"I've had the others, you know. The other maids", his voice was a mocking, demeaning whisper.

The others? I quickly thought of the women. And I didn't know? I must have had a look of puzzlement.

"Do you think you know all the goings on here", he threw his head back and laughed.

"You are such a silly, naïve girl", his tone was belittling.

I didn't even care. All I wanted was for him to touch me...touch me as he had the others. Why not me? That question was already festering in my brain. He sat back into his chair and ordered me over his knee, just as I had Georgia over mine. I didn't have so much as a minute to think about it. He grabbed my arm and pulled my body where he wanted it to be.

Story: The Mansion Part One

2009-08-04T18:26:00.000-07:00

The estate workers lined up in the front foyer promptly at 6:30 every morning. The 5 maids, the chef and the chauffer....all standing quietly. I gave them their once overs. Reiterating to them the importance of their duties and sent them off to do all that needed to be done at 6:35. Every morning it was the same as the Master of the estate demanded structure it was my duty to meet each of his expectations.

After meeting the chef and going over the day's menu, I made my way up the ornate staircase to the Master's suite. To my surprise, I found Georgia, one of the maids, standing with the suite door open, staring. A fear and anger rose within me. No one was permitted near the Master's suite except for me.

"Georgia", my voice low but stern, "go to my room and wait there for me".

She was startled as she didn't notice me until I spoke. She nodded and walked downstairs. I would deal with her shortly.

After she decended down the staircase, I entered the Master's room quietly and proceeded with my morning ritual. First opening the curtains, then laying out his wears for the day. I could hear him stirring in his oversized bed. I couldn't help but stare at him as he lay in slumber. I've always thought he was the most handsome man I had ever seen, and has always been good to me as an employer. He allowed me a room in his estate not just because I had no other place to go, but it made my job easier to oversee things for him. I noticed his eyes open and I quickly finished laying his clothes out then started making my way for the door.

"Mary" his voice soft and groggy, "am I all set to start the day?"

"Yes, yes Sir", I shyly answered.

I noticed his body, nude, as he kicked off his bed covers. My body heated up and I headed out the door.

"Thank you" he said as I swung the door closed.

I had to pop the door open to say my "you're welcome" then closed the door. I was so flustered that I nearly forgot about Georgia. I made my way to my room in the far back of the mansion. There, I found Georgia, patiently waiting. Georgia was young, 23, and had been working here for about a year. New by some standards, but long enough to know the rules of the Manor. Her hair was long and dark. Her skin slightly tan and she stood about 5'2"...a tinge shorter than me.

"Now, Georgia..." I began and she turned her body to face me, "have you forgotten the rules? You are not allowed near the Master's room."

"Yes, Miss...I mean, no Miss, I had not forgotten...I just....", she couldn't find the words to explain herself.

I walked close to her and gently stroked her hair.

"Georgia, you know I'm going to have to punish you", I said with a smile.

"Yes, Miss...", she answered nervously.

I sat at the foot of my bed and patted my lap. Like a good girl, she laid her small body over my lap. Her black maid uniform barely covered her tight rump. I lifted the back of her skirt over her small rounded cheeks and caressed them. She moaned from my touch and asked her again if she understood why I was going to reprimand her and she nodded yes. I proceeded with swift, short smacks as her legs kicked behind her. Her soft cheeks began to redden and I spanked her harder for another 5 minutes. She cried in pain. Once her spankings were done, I caressed her again softly.

"Now, my dear, I trust you will remember this punishment and I won't find you in that area again"...

"Yes, Miss...it won't happen again. " And with that, I allowed her to get up from my lap. Her face red and puffy from the crying.

"Off with you now to do what needs to be done", I waved my hand at her.

She bent forward and kissed my cheek, "thank you Miss for reminding me of the rules" and off she went to finish her duties. I had to sit a moment. My body still heated from seeing the Master's nakedness as well as feeling Georgia's ass. I was wet from all the activity and had to compose myself before heading out of my room. I got up and stood in front of my full length mirror. Smoothing my uniform, the skirt had wrinkled a but from having that body on my lap. After my once over, I made my way back into the days activities.

Story: Touch

2009-05-06T16:10:00.000-07:00

When I walked into my boyfriend's apartment, he was no where to be found. I scanned the living room quickly for something....and spotted a note.

I had to step out for just a few minutes.
I'll be back shortly.

Damnit.

It was such a long drive to his place, and was so worked up about seeing him. Needless to say, I was disappointed that he wasn't here to greet me. The only one here was the cat, and even she was quite nonchalant about me being there.

I carried my little suitcase into the bedroom, and sat it in a corner. I turned and saw the bed. Neatly made with soft sheets and that warm comforter that has blanketed me many a night. Well, I thought, I'll just take a little nap.

I undressed, as I hate lying in bed with clothes on. always so twisty, bunchy...constricting. Sliding myself between the fitted sheets and the embrace of the puffy comforter. mmmmm.....i loved this bed. It was almost like being on a cloud.

I placed myself on his side of the bed. Rested my head on his pillow....smelling the scent of him. Imagining the feel of him there next to me. I instantly remembered the last time we had shared this bed and my body instantly started to heat up. My legs rubbed against each other, the softness of the sheets rubbing against my skin. Wetness.

I remembered not being able to get enough of him....having him, then begging for more. He had laughed, not because it was funny, but because he loved it. He loved that his cock was a wonderous desire for me. Never enough. If he was here now, i'd surely be enjoying him...but he wasn't.

Suddenly, my desire for him became a burning

My hands seemed to move on their own. Caressing my breasts. Kneading at them. Tweeking at the hardness of my own nipples. Imagining my hands were his. Tugging hard as he would. My eyes closed as small soft moans escaped my lips. I could hear him in my head. Hear his heavy breaths. My hands moved lower. Sliding inside the front of my pants. There I could feel the way my body always reacted to him. A wet want exuding from the softest parts of me. My fingers seeked more, finding my swollen nub...rubbing the way he would. My moans grew louder, so loud that I didn't hear him come home.

With my eyes still closed, I felt hands. This time, not my hands. My eyes opened to the sight of my handsome man.

"What are you doing, baby?", a question asked by him though he could clearly see what was going on.

"I was missing you", I replied in a soft, sultry purr.

His hands quickly moved to the fastens of my pants. I heard him unbutton and unzip me, then swiftly my bottoms were removed. I swear, I think I heard him growl and I surely wasn't fighting him off.

His body moved between my legs and his mouth began devouring me. My hands grasped hard at the sheets as the pleasure took over. His tongue softly lapping me up. Probing my wonderous folds. Tasting the juices created by just the thought of him. My moans intermingled with hard exhalations as his tongue pushed into me, then slid up to my hard clit.

My back arched....shoulders pressed hard against the soft mattress.

"Yessssssss........." I gasped.

His mouth circled around it...sucking it like candy.
His fingers sliding into my special place...deep into me...finding my pleasure spot. His tongue moving faster, his fingers pushing deeper. I felt something building. A harsh fluttering in my tummy...then it happened...

My body bucked madly as an orgasm shot thru me.
Waves of deliciousness flowed out of me...uncontrollable moans and screams... The sounds of my pleasure filled the room.

Then another...The next one so hard, I literally sat up from it.

When he drank the last drop of me, he lay next to me in the bed and all I could do was smile a wicked smile...still quivering from it all.

Story: The Visit

2009-03-24T16:54:00.001-07:00

I never thought this day would get here, but it was. I remember thinking that to myself somewhere during the drive to his house. It was a little bit of a distance to travel to him, but I didn't mind. He was well worth the time and effort. After so much time going by, today was the day I would actually get to see him, touch him....be in his presence. My skin tingled from excitement and anticipation.

I couldn't help but wonder what he would think of me. Wondered what kind of plans he had for us. For me. I would soon find out.

GPS showed 10 more miles to my destination.

I turned up the music til I reached my exit then turned it down so not to miss the turn by turn directions of the woman with the British accent on my TomTom. Quick check of the time showed, I was going to be a little late. Well, I thought to myself, what's a few more minutes?

Finally, I turn onto his street. A nice neighborhood, nice houses....grabbing the steering wheel with two hands and squinting to see the house numbers... there...found it...then pulled into the driveway. I turned off the ignition and just sat there for a moment.

The house was beautiful. I loved the windows. The brick was a pretty color. I gazed at the upstairs window. His room maybe? The sound of a dog barking woke me from my daydreaming. I quickly got out of the car and knocked when I reached the front door. No answer. I knocked again. I heard the deadbolt slide and the doorknob turned. He came into view as he swung open the door. My face was beaming in a retardedly excited smile, but his face, not so much.

"Get in here. Now", he ordered in a hard tone.

I stepped into the foyer and heard him slam the door shut behind me.

No smile, no hug, no hello.

He walked past me without a word and I just stood there. Shocked.

"Are you not happy to see me?"

"You're late. I told you to be here at 1 o'clock"

He wasn't even looking at me...just talking into the air...not really acknowledging me.

I started walking towards him and he must have heard my footsteps.

"Stop. Just stay right there until I know what to do with you."

"But...."

"I don't want you to talk either. Just stand there til I'm ready for you"

I watched as he wandered through the house, picking things up, putting things away, and not even once looking at me. I thought about turning around and walking out the door, but that was merely a thought. If I walked out that door, I would never be invited back. I decided the best thing to do was what i was told. Wait. Being so close to him and not being able to speak...to wrap my arms around him or to even kiss him, was torture for me. He knew it.

After what seemed like hours, he came to where I was standing. Our bodies just inches from each other. His eyes glaring down into mine. I could see he was not pleased with me, but as he looked at me, the sharp lines to his face seemed to smooth. He was so close to me, I just wanted to reach out and feel him on my fingertips. Wanted to pull him close to me...but he didn't. I watched as he stepped back to take in the full view of me.

"Undress"

I didn't question, and quickly began taking my clothes off.

"No. Slowly"

I couldn't help but want to rip my clothes off in one motion, but I had to think about him and his pleasure. So, I did exactly as I was told. I pulled my shirt off over my head and dropped it onto the floor. He stood and watched patiently. I could hear his breathing become heavy as his eyes seemed to caress the bareness of my breasts. I think perhaps he turned the air conditioning up as my nipples felt something like a cold draft. Instantly erecting them to attention. He saw that too and licked his lips.

My hands slid down to the button of my jeans. I undid them, then slowly pulled the zipper down. The front of my jeans opening up exposing the sheer pink panties underneath. As I pushed my thumbs between the top of my jeans and my skin, I looked up at him and smiled. Pushing down the rough heavy fabric and stepped out of them. A puddle of my clothing on the floor. Only a pair of sheer pink thongs away from being completely nude. I started to peel them off.

"Not yet, baby. Keep them on for now"

His voice was low, sultry...I could hear the breathless lust as he said those words.

He started walking a small circle around me. His eyes inspecting me. Up. Down. A full circumference of my body, then stopping in front of me.

"You are beautiful"

His hand reached out and cupped one side of my face. My body seemed to buckle. His hand was warm. Soft. Assuring.

His face lowered. Our lips touching. Tongues connecting. I moaned into his kiss. Deep. Hot. Passionate. I could hear how much he had missed me, how much he had been wanting me...all in that one kiss. His hand took mine and he led me up the stairs leading to his bedroom. No words were spoken. No words were needed. We both knew all we needed to know.

His room was spacious, and needed to be, as his bed was enormous and I couldn't help but wonder how many women he may have taken here. I took a quick look around then felt his hands on my hips pushing me towards the bed. His mouth again connecting with mine. Kissing me sweetly, slowly....as if trying to remember. Trying to never forget.

I laid onto my back as he stood at the edge of the bed. He gazed down at me...at my body.... I couldn't help but smile up at him. He was such a beautiful man. The curve of his mouth, the softness to his skin, his eyes. He was handsome in every way. I watched as his hands grabbed at the thinness of my panties. Pulling them off. Now, I was naked. There was no time between when he tossed the panties to the floor and when i felt him push my legs open. He knelt down and I felt his mouth in my in-between space. He moaned deeply as his tongue ran through my slit. There was no doubt I was moist. His tongue was an amazing tool....sliding through, opening me....then piercing into my wet center. My eyes closed. I allowed the pleasure to flood over me. All I could hear were his moans and the sounds of him devouring me. His fingers occasionally dipping into me. Exploring with long digits. Feeling around with curious fingertips and hands that would reach up for my breasts. Knead at them with strong hands. He pinched at the nipples. Rolled them around in his fingers. I was his to discover. I allowed him. All I could moan was "more....please....more....", and more was what I got.

He rose to his feet and again, used his hands to spread my legs open.

"Open wide, baby...I want to see"

I spread as wide as I could and he began stroking himself as he stared at my pinkness.

"Touch it, baby....touch yourself"

Reaching down, my fingers felt how wet I was. Felt the swollenness of my lips, the softness of the skin....the smoothness of my clit... I moaned deeper as I began to rub it. My back arched as the thrill of myself shot through my body. Eyes closed again. Concentrating on the pleasure of myself. Then I felt him.

He slapped his erection against my cunt repeatedly. Wet slappage. He guided the swollen head of his cock into my crevasse. I opened my eyes. Watched with eagerness as he slowly pushed. He inched deeper and deeper. The full length of him finally pressing full hilt into me. I felt him fill me up. My walls tight around him held with purpose. He pulled back, then thrust into me again. My hands grasping, gripping at the clean sheets of his bed. My legs opening wider to accomodate him.

moaning

"more...more baby...more...."

He pushed harder now. The full force of his body pressing hard. Pulling back, then thrusting deep into me again. I could feel him swelling inside of me. Almost as if my inner linings could sense the tightening of his skin with in me. He was pulsating. Rock hard.

"yes baby....fuck...you are so fucking hard...."

My hands grabbed his arms and pulled him down onto me. His mouth hovered over mine for a moment, then connected. Inhaling and exhaling each other. I surprised myself when I rolled him onto his back and I was mounted on top of him.

His eyes seemed to sparkle with a twisted joy as I began grinding my pussy. His cock swirling within me. Feeling him trapped in my pussy. Our bits fit perfectly. I tucked my feet underneath me, into a squatting position. Holding his hands for balance, I began a rhythmic bounce. Our bodies slapped together. My breasts danced in a motion like the waves. I gasped and grunted from the feel of him, but he didn't let me enjoy the moment very long as he pushed me over onto my back again. His eyes pierced into mine. The full weight of him on top of me. His hips thrusting in smooth sways into me. His body like a machine. His cock like a piston. His intense eyes pierced into mine.

"Who do you belong to?" he asked.

I smiledbetween moans because I knew the answer.

"I belong to you" I said with a proud gasp.

"That's right, baby. You are mine. You belong to me"

He pushed my legs back. My knees almost touching my shoulders. My ass and pussy facing up.
He mounted me and began pounding with the aggression I had come to expect from him. He continuted for what seemed like hours, battering me. Drilling deep. He was exerting his ownership of me, beating me with his incredulous cock. His grunts were loud. He was giving my pussy a long deserved thrashing and I was loving it. Then my eyes got big. I could feel it in my tummy and my moans became louder. Panting heavy breaths....

"Baby....."

"Baby....I'm gonna......"

He grunted as he kept his pace, pounding deep and hard into tme.....

"Yeah...yeah....you gonna cum for me.....?"

"Yes....yes....yes....."

My body exploded into screams, moans, and gushes...convulsing, jolting...and then I heard him. His moans became louder. He was going to cum. I could feel his body tighten. Our eyes connecting as my orgasm died down and his was about to begin...

"NOW!!!!"

He pulled out of me and hard strokes released hot pearly streams of him over my body. More and more shot out of him as his body jerked wildly. As the spurts continued, I couldnt' help but rub him into my skin....mmmm.....moaning as his juices coated me.....

He continued stroking and I sat up onto my knees. Lowering my head a bit and took his pussy juice coated cock into my mouth. I sucked until I felt him soften.

"mmmm...such a good girl for cleaning me off..."

Such a sight I must have been smiling with his delicious cock in my mouth.

I sucked off every bit of him and myself then fell back into the bed. He layed next to me. Both of us still breathing heavy.

"I'm so happy you are here, baby" he said in a tired whisper.

"Me too babe...me too...and...I'm sorry I was late"...I smiled as I said it.

"It's alright, baby. I was just so anxious for you to get here, it did upset me....but I know you will not let that happen again."

"Yes.....that's right.."

"Or else, your punishment will be much worse than just being ignored"

I knew he meant what he said, and knowing him, the next punishment would indeed be worse.

I nodded my head in agreement then moved as close as I possibly could to him, short of crawling into his skin.

He slid his arm under my head and swung the other arm around me. It was such a safe embrace and I didn't want to ever leave that moment. He kissed my forehead sweetly and we laid there together. Savoring in the moment and falling into a lucious slumber.

10 Things You May Not Know About Me

2009-03-15T09:33:00.000-07:00

Thanks to @SensualStories and @KirstensDesk, I have been inspired to do a full on '10 Things You May Not Know About Me'. I've done this on Twitter, but felt the need to give it its own space. So, here we go.

1. I love bookstores. I can literally hang out in a bookstore for hours on end. When I walk in, the first thing I notice is the smell. My eyes glaze over and it's like I'm hypnotized. It's almost like seeing a trusted lover. Always there for you...ready to be fondled...touched.... I always hate to leave, but always so happy to return.

2. People-Watching is a hobby. Something about seeing people. I love to watch and observe. See the different expressions...and sometimes, yeah, I laugh at them. I certainly don't make it obvious, but seriously, when you see someone picking their nose in public, I'm gonna laugh. My most favorite place to people watch is airports. I wonder where they are going, where they are coming from. Sometimes, I make up stories about why they are traveling. Perhaps a sordid affair? Drug smuggling? LOL....Which leads to number 3.

3. My brain is a bit twisted. I don't know if this is why my doctor put me on Prozac years ago (of which am no longer taking). Primarily I took it because of my severe anxiety at the time. My biggest worry was my house burning down. I would run around the house every morning and unplug everything, except for the essentials that HAD to be plugged in. The television, alarm clock, microwave...it was horrendous and totally sucked when I got home. I would also feel all of the electrical outlets in the house. This was due to one of my outlets overheating and almost catching on fire! (well, that's what the electrician told me---it's probably his fault that I had that fear in the first place). I don't take Prozac anymore and have learned to deal with my anxiety. If the house burns down, it burns down. It's all just 'stuff' anyway and I can always get more stuff if that need arose.

4. I don't know how to swim.

5. I love archery. I haven't been shooting for very long, maybe a year, but I think I'm pretty good. My brothers are big bowhunters in Texas and though they are younger than me, I have always wanted to do the things they like to do and kick ass at those things so they would be proud of me. Currently, I am the proud owner of a Hoyt.

6. In all my 35 years, I've fallen in love with 4 men. (i'm not including my dad in that tally because...well, he's my dad and that's kinda gross.)

7. If I had one superhero power it would be....the power of invisibility.

8. I have an addiction to my Blackberry that is near insane. I've never tallied how many times a day I check the thing, but I know many people that would agree with me..... It is my Crack.

9. I would like to write a book and be published. Not sure what I would write about that would constitute a book and people actually paying money to read it....maybe it's more about having my picture on the back cover.

10. My mother named me after a woman she saw on a game show because she thought the woman was really smart.