James and Anais #5

He wasn’t wearing underwear. Naughty Boy, and I told him so. It made it easy to hold his cock as we walked out of the dimly lit lounge. We approached the elevators and I pressed for the lift.

Once inside, I used my body to press him up to the elevator wall. I could feel his heart ramming against his ribs. I pushed myself into him and felt how hard he was, and so I moved my torso back and forth on him and he moaned softly. The lift stopped, but not on my floor. A couple got on and the door closed again. I smiled as the couple’s polite conversation floated over us. I reached down and grasped his cock firmly and his eyes flitted behind me, and then closed. I didn’t take my gaze from his face, wanting to drink in every expression, learn them. What did he like? What turned him on? Obviously being handled in front of people didn’t faze him, and I enjoyed providing the show.

I brought his hand up to my mouth. It was fragrant from his cologne, and very warm. I placed his wrist near my lips, opened my mouth, and bit down on the side of it, letting my tongue travel on his skin. My lips moved over to his thumb and I enclosed it completely in my warm mouth, again allowing my tongue to give him a preview of what it could do. He swallowed heavily and his mouth opened slightly.

The elevator stopped and I checked—my floor at last. Still holding his hand, I led him out, away from the now silent couple.

He didn’t say a word, but I could hear his breath as we walked down the hall. I kept my pace purposefully slow and steady. My entire hand held only his thumb, and I squeezed it rhythmically as we walked. I felt my mouth water. I wanted to run my tongue along the tip of his cock, wanted to taste that sweet, clear fluid that had surely begun to seep from it. But I reminded myself to be patient.

We got to the room and I turned to face him. He had been patient, too. I let go of his thumb and reached up with both hands to his face, staring into his eyes. He leaned down and our mouths met, a hungry yet languid kiss, tongues invading and mingling, hands groping each other’s’ bodies; the audience had faded, all decorum was lost. His hands reached up and covered my breasts, and then one slid between my legs, rubbing what was already soaking wet and pulsing there. He found a nipple and gently squeezed and I moaned into his mouth, deepening our kiss. He broke from my lips and slid his mouth down my neck as I firmly stroked the front of his pants, my head tilted back.

”You smell delicious,” he said, panting in my ear. I pulled my hands up to stroke the length of his torso, and moved my lips close to his ear.

”Mm, thank you. It’s a perfume called ’La Petite Morte’—the Little Death. It’s supposed to smell like the scent that emanates from a woman right before she orgasms.” I pulled back from him and smiled. ”Shall we see if they got it right?”

I pulled the card key from my purse and rubbed it over the lock. The light turned green, and it released. I felt the unlocking of the door all the way through my body.

When we walked in, the lights were already on. My toys were on the table and in the center of the floor.

”Oh my,” I said, turning to him and smiling, ”someone’s been in my room.”

James and Anais #4

I sat there for a moment trying to take in her series of questions and comments….

My body was electric and coursing with desire (more like unbridled lust).  Her upward glances, her penetrating stares, the tone and inflection in her voice, her movements….everything about her was powerful from the moment our eyes first made contact.  

Her actions were probing and paced.  But from the moment she had caught me off gaurd back at the bar – the moment I blinked first – everything about her had changed.  Now everything was orchestrated and faster and more intense.  Each action wasn’t in and of itself different, but now they were happening all at once. An onslaught of sexually charged expressions building into a chorus that was drowning out all rational thought – check that -essentially all thought, other than how badly I wanted to taste those moist smiling lips and the tongue that kept licking them, to run my hands along those shoulders and up behind that neck to pull her closer, and to feel her hands stop the relentless touching and squezing on my thighs and to move directly to gripping my throbbing cock and balls.  

Ever fiber of my physical being was turned up to high, pulsing and aching for more, more, more.  What would I be willing to do to get it?  I didn’t know.  I didn’t care, as long as i could satiate the now unbearable pressure caused by my boiling needs – to have her warm wet mouth sliding down over my cock, to see and smell and taste her essence as my mouth and tongue lick and split and spread and explore the folds of her cunt, and to place the head of my cock against those folds and feel the pressure and enveloping heat as i begin to stretch her wide and plunge into her depths for the first time… 

I was on fire, she knew it.  She’s manipulating me like a marrionette with strings firmly attached to every one of my sexual senses…pulling, strumming, jerking them to make my will and my body dance to her rhythm.

But she was on fire too, of that I was certain!  I could feel, see – almost smell – the tension and lust coursing through her own body.  

I glanced down at those thighs and how they were moving – always in motion as if to hide what might be trembling.  I wondered how aching and swollen and wet her pussy must be.  I wondered how full and tingling her breasts and nipples must be feeling in that dress, every breath pressing and constrining them further.  She was watching my mouth as I spoke no doubt imagining what it would feel like kissing her skin, and her hands, rubing up and down the muscles of my thighs mere inches from a cock that could clearly be seen outlined in my pants.  I have ceded control!  All of those thoughts and sights and must be driving her own voracious urges… 

I still have enough wits about me to know how hard it will be for her to stay composed, to check her own desire to maintain that control.  This was a very unfamiliar place to find myself in – I can’t think of the last time I wasn’t directing the show, but I know all to well that being in charge requires a lot of thought.  Those thoughts get harder and harder as your partner pushes you towards the brink. 

I made a resolve to myself that I would let go – lean into the experience, but…I would stay focused and control myself.  Not allow myself to be overwhelmed…to hold back as long as posible on the rushing flood of sensations that might push me over the edge.  She is at the wheel, but I will be damned if i dont make her work for it.  I was more than up for whatever challenge she could through at me. 

So, when she suggested that it was time for a change in setting, I simply stood up, pulled her gently to where she was standing squarely in front of me, our bodies inches apart and told her, ”I am yours, I will follow you wherever you choose to lead me.  I will do whatever you want me to do.   Your pleasure is now my number one priority”. 

With that she smiled, leaned in close to my ear, took a firm grip on my cock and and whispered…”right this way then”.  She did not let go of my cock as she turned to walk out the door.  Instead, she started pulling me close behind her as if leading me by a leash.  I could feel other people noticing us leave, her striding confidently (triumphantly?) ahead, me with a huge bulge in the front of my pants, and her hand firmly grasping my dick.  Oh my God, am i ready for this woman? I was terrified with what I had just done, mortified with public humiliation this was causing. Still…all I could think of was who the hell cares, I have an insanely hot woman who is about to use me for her own pleasure and all you other fuckers won’t be….  Here goes nothing!!!

James and Anais #3

His scent was spicy and rich. I’d expected a cleaner, more harmless scent. Grapefruit, cucumber. Instead, the scent curled into me– a velvet fist, reaching down through my chest, my belly, between my legs, snaking into my limbs. I found my tongue licking my lower lip instinctively, as if to capture the scent of him in my mouth.

Nothing escaped his gaze. His eyes flicked to my mouth, my tongue, and then back up to my eyes. While I took him in as a whole, he seemed to be drinking me in fragments, gradually, as if to prolong the flurry of electricity between us.
I leaned back in the barstool and held his eyes without speaking. Deliberately, I lowered my gaze so it rested briefly on the front of his pants. I wanted to make him hard without even a touch. I smiled and brought my eyes back to rest on his face.

”Nice,” I said in a low voice.

He smiled and swept my body with his eyes. ”Nice as well.”

”Good.” Infusing my eyes with every heady, salacious thought I had entertained about him, it was as if he read my mind. He blinked rapidly and I wondered if he could actually glimpse the onslaught of carnal images running through my mind.

A drink appeared in front of him and he glanced up at the bartender. ”Oh, I—”

”James,” I said, ”I took the liberty. Do you mind if I take liberties?”

He shook his head ’no’. Taking my time, I placed my hand high up on his thigh. He closed his eyes. When they opened, my nose was inches from his. I whispered, ”Good. I hope you don’t hate dirty martini’s. The next round we order, feel free to order what you prefer.”

I pulled back, picked up my drink and slid from the barstool. With my hip I nudged his legs wider so that I stood in between his thighs. Leaning over, I ran my nose and mouth on his neck just under his ear, making sure his face was buried in my hair. My breath tickled his ear and neck as I exhaled, moaning a little as I inhaled more of his scent. Then I whispered for him to follow me.

I pushed back from him and without turning to see if he trailed behind me, walked toward a table in the corner of the room, private, and with a spectacular view. Before I pulled my chair out, his hand was on it. I moved back into the chair and caught a glimpse of his profile before he sat, his cock jutting out, straining against the front of his pants. I found it difficult to swallow, difficult to look away.

James took in a deep breath and visibly relaxed his shoulders as he sat. Part of me wondered if he was a little nervous I would just commandeer him and drag him to the room. Since words had been our first foreplay, I decided on a smoother segue than that.

”It’s time we negotiate.”

”Negotiate?” His brow creased slightly and I laughed.

”Of course. You must have questions for me. I know I have questions for you.”

”Right. I do, actually.”

”Like?”

”Oh, well—”

I grabbed his leg and pulled him so he faced me rather than the table, then wheeled my leather club chair closer to him. Both of my hands then rested on the inside of his lower thighs. I squeezed them rhythmically. ”You were saying?”

He blew out a breath and laughed, ”Whew. Yes, I was saying…well asking…is your husband here?”

”Yes.”

”Can he see us?”

”No.”

”Okay…um…will I be meeting him? Tonight?”

I allowed a smile to creep over my face. Whispering, I leaned in. ”Not sure yet. Do you feel like sharing me?”

James didn’t answer right away. I watched him wrestle with the idea of sharing me—and not.

”I don’t know yet.”

”Fair enough. Anything else?”

He stared into my eyes and I saw the candle’s flame flickering in them. His thoughts danced openly on his face, but his eyes held a naked conflagration that caused my legs to instinctively close tight for a moment, squeezing my thighs, my cunt, my clit, causing a shudder that passed through me. I shifted in my seat again, this time without subtlety. Leaning in so that my mouth was near his ear, I brought my hands up higher on his thighs.

”You’ve asked about my husband a lot. That tells me you have questions about how all of this will work.”

”Yeah. Yes.”

”As I see it,” my mouth moved even closer to his ear, ”You want me and he wants me.” I pulled back and he nodded. I smiled again. ”But what matters tonight is what I want. Are you up for what I want?”

He swallowed and his throat convulsed with it. ”I think so—I mean, yeah. I—yeah. Yes.”

I gestured with my chin toward his drink. ”Then drink up. I’d like to re-locate.”

I watched him reach for his drink and I reached for mine as well. I knew he felt a little uncertain. I could see it in his eyes. I didn’t know what had gotten into me, but I wanted him uncertain. No, I wanted him to trust me. I wanted his trust without having to earn it. That was the biggest rush of all—knowing that I was leading him to where I wanted him, and he was going to follow.

James and Anais #2

I straightened my tie and took a slow deep breath as I considered my appearance in the mirror above the sink in the lobby bathroom. This was it… I was about to walk into the dimly lit lounge across the lobby and finally come face to face with Anais, or the woman who called herself that. I chuckled softly at the realization that I didn’t even know her real name!?! For some reason it didn’t seem to matter… Hours of witty ”comments” and soft verbal jabs laden thick with sexual innuendo had been exchanged over the past several weeks as we each tried to form a better picture (or fantasy) of who each was dealing with. This, however, was something altogether different….

The initial ”back and forth” exchanges got longer and more involved. Private e-mails were exchanged, backstories filled in. The ”involved and supportive” husband was discussed (and the constant ”WTF am I doing!” anxiety it provoked would resurface). This whole thing just took off seemingly with a life of its own racing forward at a heady breakneck speed. It was moving so fast that I had very little time to reflect on what had just happened much less think about what might happen if I walk through that doorway across the lobby. I had a strong enough impression (and attraction) to compel me to be standing here, but there was so much more to the picture that I wanted..needed…to be filled in. The possibility of finally discovering those missing pieces (or at least as many as she would allow) firsthand was both wildly exciting and thoroughly distracting at the same time.

Where it was all of this heading? How far would each of us really take it in person without the detached bravado with which we had been egging each other on…daring the other to cry ”uncle” by searching for some physical or intellectual boundary which the other wasn’t willing to cross? What if the chemistry and attraction just wasn’t there in person? Worse, what if she proved to be nothing like the person she portrayed and this whole time has been recasting herself as some idealized sexual libertine? I reminded myself that she was probably grappling with the exact same questions about me.

I pushed whatever fears and doubts back down into my subconscious. I trust my instincts, they have always served me well. My instinct was that this woman was going to be everything I was expecting and then some, maybe even way more… I reminded myself that everything in life involves risks and this is just one more of those situations where at some point you just have to jump. There was no way I wasn’t going into that bar and once I did, I would be committing to take it wherever it (or more specifically she) would lead.

I finished toweling off my hands and took a step back for one last inspection before heading out the door.  I took another look down at the front of my pants.  I had been in some state of intense arousal ever since I stepped off the plane from New York over an hour ago. I had been able to manage my arousal remarkably well for the entire trip until I felt the jarring bump when the wheels of the plane finally touched down. Ever since the ”wake-up” call, my cock had taken on a life all its own wavering from massively engorged but only semi-hard, to absolutely rigid, almost painfully hard, constantly fighting against waistbands, zippers and the fabric itself which stretches tight when seated, poking, searching for anywhere that wouldn’t be too constraining. I certainly wouldn’t mind if she noticed my excitement (hell it was a big part of why I was even here), but I also don’t want to appear over-anxious (or worse indecent) in such a public setting. I made a quick adjustment moving it just a little further off to the side so that it wasn’t stretching the fabric and too obvious, made sure the suit coat was buttoned and helping conceal it a little better and headed out into the lobby.

As I walked across the lobby, my mind started to betraying me..the words and images that we had shared started to flash though my mind. A few distinct things, but mostly just an abstract impression of her curves… Those unbelievably rich and sexy feminine curves which seemed to be everywhere in every picture…hips, ass, tits, nipples, neck, thighs!  The only straight line I had ever seen on her whole body was in a picture where the smooth pale skin of her jaw line was jutting forward to reveal her deliciously plump lips covered in bright red lipstick and curved up in a sly little smile. Most people probably found the main draw of that picture to be those ever present curves (her neck and cleavage revealed framed nicely by an red silk top which had been unbuttoned and pulled aside), but I was struck by her jawline in what had otherwise been a sea of never-ending curves. I had intended on ordering a drink as a way of being social but only nursing it for a few sips, but I quickly changed my mind reasoning that one drink would stop that damn slideshow long enough for me to appreciate her fully for what she is in the flesh and wouldn’t at all detract from what I hoped we would be doing later…

And then, I was inside the bar. It was busy, but not overly crowded and it wasn’t so large that I would have to walk around to peek in every corner looking for her. As soon as I entered, all the of thoughts stopped, I was here, this was happening and in a few moments I was going to set sight on her. And it barely took even that… I had not even really looked around and surveyed the scene when there she was, squarely in my sight line and in perfect focus. She was sitting casually but seductively (maybe my vision was impaired by my knowledge) at the bar. She was looking towards the door, and the second our eyes made contact, her eyes lit up a little more than they usual would when you see a friend. It seemed as if we had our breath stolen for a moment after which we both exhaled and flashed each other an excited, knowing smile of relief.

As I crossed the room, I made a point to observe and savor the flood of sensations streaming in. Her long dark hair, her full lips curving into a remarkably beautiful smile, and those thigh’s…especially those thigh’s!  She had her legs crossed, but as I approached her, she had uncrossed them and begun turning towards me. The way she shifted was so controlled and graceful and with the down lighting from above the bar casting long shadows, I could so clearly see every one of her incredible curves. Photos (and even words) are a tricky thing, they are able to convey so much and so little at the same time. Lets just say that in all of their composed, and edited glory, they failed to capture what was sitting across the room. Snapshots and stories can only convey a surprisingly small part of of a much bigger whole. She was physically stunning to be sure, but her poise, and the smoldering powerful self-assured energy that she was giving off (and how incredibly strongly I was drawn by it) quickly eclipsed even the most remarkable physical visages.

”Anais?”, I said as I closed the last few feet of distance between us. I knew the answer, but I asked her anyway. She responded with a cute tilting nod, and responded with ”James?” I acknowledged her question by nodding myself and burst into an even bigger childish grin. ”I have been looking forward to this moment, and had a pretty distinct image of you in my head, but now that will forever be replaced by how strikingly beautiful you are in person”. ”Well thank you, James” she replied, ”I can safely say that the feeling, especially my appreciation of your physical appearance, is mutual”. She lowered her head slightly in embarrassment but then her eyes shooting back up and locking into mine made me realize that she wasn’t embarrassed in the least.

With that one phrase of assurance and searing stare, almost all the resolve and conviction to be smart about this interaction started to slip slowly down the hourglass. Like when someone pulls the drain on a bathtub, you don’t immediately notice the water start to fall but you know that it is merely a matter of time until it has all disappeared.

I tried to maintain my composure and I was sure that I still had on a good poker face, but my heart felt like it was going to jump out of my chest, my cock was clenched and throbbing painfully with every single relentless beat. I could feel the wetness of pre-cum, starting to ooze out and coat the head of my cock with its clear slippery wetness.

As we sat down, I made sure that our stools were pulled sufficiently close together. If she was nervous, it sure wasn’t showing on her face. I didn’t know yet exactly how this interaction was supposed to evolve… Every time I had thought this through, the questions were obvious enough, but the range of potential answers…outcomes…were so broad and contingent on so many factors as to essentially not have an answer!

How much more do we need to know about each other to decide whether we want to sleep with someone? Usually no small question, although in fairness this was about fucking each others brains out (and God knows what else) not whether we want to marry each other, so we could both rely on our primal instincts once we crossed the morality rubicon.

Are there any issues or concerns that we should get out on the table now before going any further? Of course there are, but how do you get those out there without killing the moment?

When will any decision be made and…then what? This is her town, her set-up, in all honesty, mostly her decision at this point…

Am I going to meet the husband? Is he here right now watching our interactions? If he is here, I am not going to disappoint him with how far I am willing to take this show in public? I know I will be cool with him joining in, but what if he wants more than just her?

Good questions all, and interestingly, even though any resolve to not go through with this was almost nil, my mind was still thinking clearly and the sheer absurdity of the situation made them more weighty than ever as I rose up onto the stool next to this decadently sexy woman our hips and knees close together and our faces less than a foot apart.

We finalized our introductions and spoke about a number of pleasantries for the next few minutes. I don’t remember how long because it was clear that whatever we were saying didn’t really matter to either of us. As politely and discretely as possible, we were eyeing and processing (more like devouring) every last physical detail of one another…

Her jawbone, her cheekbones, her lips, her smile, her eyes, eyelashes and eyebrows. Her hair, her ears and earlobes. The nape of her neck, her shoulders and chest which were exposed by the neckline of her outfit. Her breasts, back, stomach, sides, hips ass and thighs which were all very nicely displayed by her choice of dress. Her legs and the stockings that covered them, her high heels, her ankles and feet and toes. The scent of her perfume, her breath sweet and fresh but tinged with the alcohol and smell of green olives from the martini she was drinking, her shampoo and other lotions products and deodorant. And of course there were the slight but unmistakable earthy smells unique to every woman’s body. I had been waiting to discover this scent most of all, so I made the point of slowly, languorously, capturing savoring and remembering every last note I could decipher…faint but powerful undertones of the oils from her skin and hair, shoe leather, sweat and body odor and of course the musky, metallic hint of sex – not the smell of her sex, but a less potent mix of many of the same key notes. It was a lot to process and couldn’t find a single thing that wasn’t crushingly exciting and that I want do explore more.

Ordinarily you would feel some level of shame sitting there looking at someone with such unabashed, unfiltered eyes. Such an intense visual undressing would make even the least critical among us self-conscious. But somehow I didn’t feel ashamed or self-conscious in the least and I certainly never got the sense that she did either. We were animals sizing up our prey and we weren’t about to take our eyes (and any other available senses) off of the other for fear that they would pounce first and we would miss our chance to respond…

By how tightly she had been crossing her legs and how slowly, deliberately and uncomfortably she seemed to be shifting in her seat, uncrossing and recrossing her legs, I figured that she must be very aroused, achingly swollen and very, very wet right now. I wondered how long before she couldn’t take it any longer and need to actually feel someones touch…open and spread apart instead of squeeze and constrict…Finally be penetrated, by something, anything, so that she could feel more than just the excruciatingly delicious but wholly incomplete surface sensations?

As we continued our nonchalant conversation, our knees had been lightly bumping and playfully brushing up against one another (despite appearances there wasn’t any inadvertent or unintended contact). Sparks surged through us both with every touch and my body was humming with such an elevated state of arousal that it was numb and energized all at the same time. I am sitting here with a woman who I am finding so attractive on so many levels (and I am getting the distinct impression that I am doing the same for her) that I am simply going to be respectful, be true and genuine in my thoughts and responses, wait as long as it takes to figure this out and enjoy every last frustratingly intense second that we spend together.

Then she leaned back slightly and sat up a little straighter. She turned her head and shoulders just a little further than usual towards me. At the same time, she moved her hand so that it was hovering above my upper thigh – almost in my lap. As she allowed her hand to slowly drop down, I felt the weight of every ounce and every inch of her fingers as they began to touch down and come to rest. It felt like someone had poured a hot coffee in my lap as the searing heat of her hand seemed to envelop every surface along the head and shaft of my painfully swollen cock. A sharp burst of electricity shot through my crotch causing all the muscles to clench and squeeze at once after which I felt the first cool wave of uncontrolled sexual energy wash through my body. It feels like a chill but without the shudder or goosebumps. It is hard to maintain a clear head though these waves, and when your mind does return to being fully present, though it is crystal clear, it has usually been refocused on one thing and one thing only…

My breathing caught in my throat, my heart skipped a beat, and I am sure that my eyes blinked closed for a brief moment.

When I caught my breath and regained my composure, I looked up and saw her facing me dead-on, our noses inches apart and her eyes were on fire and staring directly into mine…

She had me captured…I was hers!

She pounced first and I was too overcome in that moment to put up any resistance…

Dammit!

I was disappointed in myself..

It wasn’t like me to let anyone else take the lead and I have never not fought for it..

I had no idea where this was going and for the first time ever I didn’t care…

Anais and James

My fingernail trapped the olive in my dirty martini and slid it up the glass and then into my mouth. My eyes flicked to the doorway of the hotel lounge. I had arrived slightly early after checking in that afternoon with my husband. He waited in our room patiently. He wanted details.

In arriving early I could be the first to assess, the first to see him before he saw me. His name was James Wilson, and we’d met on an on-line site called The Sex Experiment. I wondered if he would be as willing to experiment as he indicated in our shared emails. It’s one thing for a person to hot talk over wires and cursors and miles–quite another to show up in person and literally bend one’s own rules with a relative stranger. I looked out over the skyline of the city through my glass and my heart jumped, my thought stunning me. I realized I knew precious little about James. What if I am the one who does the bending?

When he walked in, I recognized him from the photo he sent me. His shoulders were broader in person. A spotlight from the track lights near the door illuminated his hair so it glowed and his eyes were shadowy. When they met mine, he smiled.

I uncrossed my legs, and the sensation of shifting with all of the moisture that had descended between them caused me to lift up a little in my chair. I was sure the second he got close, he would be able to smell me...

Erotic Collaboration

Beginning...well, soon, I will be posting a series of scenarios written by yours truly and a friend. A collaborative effort to seduce one another, and of course, you.


I have no idea what he plans to do to me. Ah, but he has no idea either, does he? 


paix

Make Love...

make love...


slow, smoky…eyes move inside like a cord
wrapped around a wrista slow burn.


only a sigh through parted lips
matched by hips
parted legs
thighs wrapped
holding still until…
until


hands on either side of cheeks
mouths meet for a moment
cheeks flame for a moment-
thrusts build into a rhythm, a beat


only saved by punctuating blinks
eyes reach in, liquid trails down
the cock parts the holy water
the cunt baptizes the invader
sweat mingles for peace


and in a frenzy of all of this violence,
of all this suffering
the smoke subsides, the blaze is stilled.
and the bodies, they pile upon each other
like old friends.




(c)Anais