A little travel tale

The only thing I knew about Effingham, Illinois, is that my friend got laid there years ago. He would never give details, other than to say he put the “F” in Effingham, then he’d smile slightly and change the subject. He was a hell of a pool shark, curly hair and mild manners. I imagine he hustled someone good that night and stole the girl at the same time, but I’ll never know for sure.

We pull into Effingham at the end of a long trip to Texas and back. It’s so completely Midwestern: the motel snuggled between Wal-Mart and the freeway, the sign shouts “BEST RATES HERE”. The motel is very burgundy, from the industrial carpeting to the polyester-blend comforter. The room is big, the window frames a terrific vista of the parking lot, Wal-Mart and the strip mall beyond.

There’s one good restaurant in Effingham, where food is described as “organic” and “local”. The waiters and waitresses, young fresh faced Midwestern kids, grew up on McDonald’s, but they’re learning the language of food that costs more than pocket change. They’re earnest, they squint and flip little pages of notes to find out if the cheese comes from a goat or if the beef is grass fed. It’s good, and we stop there every chance we get. Continue reading

A little fantasy

You enter me first, your hand trembles as you guide your cock into me. You’ve been waiting for this moment for so long, long enough that you still can’t believe it’s real. Will I feel the weight of him as he slides his cock into your ass?  He pushes into you easily, I feel the tremor deep inside of me.

We rock back and forth awkwardly for a few moments finding our common rhythm. We adjust knees and elbows, and suddenly we’ve found it, we all move as one. You fuck me on the same stroke that he penetrates you. We settle in and go deeper.

I stuff my fingers into your mouth, forcing you to lick and suck them. The sweat rolls off your neck, dripping down onto my breasts, every thrust from him echoes through you. You close your eyes, drowning in the moment.

My eyes lock with this stranger over your shoulder, we share a moment, sharing your body. Our rhythms change, we’re fucking each other now through you. We keep our gaze steady, your body is only an instrument of our pleasure. Do you even notice? Are you so completely lost in all this sensation, his cock buried in your ass, your cock slamming into my pussy?

We move as one enormous fucking beast, the bed creaks and groans against our weight. We pause, untangle, shift. Now you come at me from behind, I’m on my belly. My fingers press against my clit, you lay against my back, each of us only focused on what’s in front of us. You bite my neck, sinking your teeth in as he rams you, his hands clenched firmly on your hips, guiding you into me, guiding himself into you.

Your cock swells, filling me, your thrusts powered by his momentum. My fingers are frantic, I try to keep up. I feel your head raise up from against my shoulder, he’s grabbed a handful of your hair, now it’s the tipping point. All this energy courses through you, you’re coming, he’s coming, I’m coming and we all cry out and shudder and thrust. You’ll turn your head and kiss him deeply, not just for you, but for me too.

I don’t know who hates it more when you have to leave.

You stay until the last possible moment, and then you stay a little more.

I’m still naked, you gave me one more quick fuck. You were almost out the door, then you turned, came back in. You didn’t even take your jeans off, you pulled them down around your ass, then fucked me hard. Hard enough, we both hope, to last us another week or so. But we both know better.

I wrap myself in a sheet, follow you outside so I can watch you pull away. I want to see every second of you. I stop short of running down the street. I’m not given to such theatrics, even if it is what my heart wants.

Your car turns the corner. If I peer at the right angle, I’ll see a flash of white between those two houses, then you’re really gone. I go back inside.

I’m too sad and restless to sleep. My hand lingers on my thighs, still damp from you. I feel the bruises on my hips, my breasts. I push into each one, remembering the moment you forced them into bloom. Continue reading

It’s the weekend, we’re all hanging out at Eric’s place.

Eric’s rich, at least by our standards. He lived in Vegas and worked as a mortgage loan-something-or-other. Whatever he did, it’s far beyond our comprehension. No one really knows why Eric moved back either, although I suspect it has something to do with pills and that his sister is a doctor here.

Eric bought an entire building downtown, something also beyond our comprehension. Once, I overheard him tell his brother-in-law that he only paid eighty grand for the whole place, they both laughed and I didn’t know why. It’s a four story building, the top three floors are one giant apartment.  I don’t fuck him just because he lives here, but it doesn’t hurt either. Continue reading

“Wanna?” I ask Will.

He shrugs, eyes still focused on the computer screen. If I want to get laid, I’m going to have to work for it.

I leave Will gazing at his laptop and head for the bedroom. Opening the dresser, I dig out a pair of black fishnets. I pull them on, ripping the crotch wide open. I rifle through the closet, looking for the tiny black skirt I know he likes.

“Are you looking for something sexy to put on?” he calls out hopefully from the next room.

“Maybe,” I answer.

I search the closet for the black skirt another moment, then give up. Instead I find a silky black slip from the dresser that I’d forgotten about. I squeeze into a black lace bra that threatens to heave my tits overboard. My hair, released from its bun, falls in soft black waves against my shoulders. I feel like a pin-up model, maybe one of the Vargas girls. This will certainly do. Continue reading

“I’ll drive Katie home,” I say to Roy, plucking the keys from his hand.

Roy gives me his trademark crooked grin, then chugs the dregs from his bottle of beer. Roy and Katie are the envy of coupledom in our circle of friends. Roy is devastatingly cute, Katie is sweet and pretty, it’s obvious they’re passionately in love.

“I’ll be in the car,” Katie says, trying not to slur and wobble. I’ve been trying to make an effort to get to know Katie better, all the girls in our crowd, actually. I’ve spent too much time with the guys,  it’s starting to raise suspicions.

I push through the crowd to tell Manny that I’m taking off for a bit,  I’ll be back later. “Are you okay to drive?” Manny asks me. I lie and say I had a wine cooler a few hours ago. I’m only a bit buzzed, besides, it’s quiet back roads all the way to Katie’s house. I kiss Manny, then head out.

When I get to the car, I find Roy and Katie making out in the back seat. “I decided to come along for the ride,” he says. Katie snuggles in his arms and gives a satisfied smile. I drive too slowly, I shouldn’t have had that last wine cooler. There are no other cars on this long, empty dirt road, but I take my time anyway. Peeking in the rear view mirror, I see Roy running his fingers through Katie’s hair, murmuring softly to her, then I hear soft moans. I turn the radio up and try to focus on the road. Continue reading

I have a terrible secret.

I’m a sex blogger that hasn’t been getting laid.

It’s not that I don’t have a partner, we’re both busy and the last few months have been filled with deadlines, travel, nasty colds. A long cold winter has made us both moody and cranky. Nick will roll over, ask me if I feel like having sex. “Eh,”  I’ll say. I’m too tired or else I’m too wound up. I’ll bite the back of his neck while he’s typing away, he’ll shudder with pleasure, kiss me, then go back to his work. We’re both to blame. My senses have dulled and I’m afraid they won’t recover.

A writing opportunity arrives in my inbox. Generally, I’m against writing fiction, especially anything longer than a few paragraphs, but this project intrigues me. I’m ready for a challenge,  I decide to write down my deepest, darkest fantasy, so deep and dark that I’ve never even revealed it to Nick. I spent a day thinking about every facet of my fantasy, right down to the color of the floor. Then I commit it to words. For the next few days all I do is write, take a porn break, masturbate, then churn out another thousand words. My mind has become feverish, forcing all these characters to do exactly what I want them to do. I’m a Domme on paper, cruel and merciless. Masturbation is one thing, now I want a fucking, brutal and dirty. Continue reading

“Ow,” Theo says over his shoulder. “I don’t think I like this.”

I ease the speculum out of his ass. “Well,” he says, flipping over on his back, “that was disappointing.” I sigh. We’ve been really looking forward to playing with our newest toy. Theo is an ass whore. He’s let me fist him, lick him, even stick my foot in there, but not without lots of preparation. I was hoping the speculum would let us skip over a few steps. “Did it hurt?” I ask. “Just a little,” he says. “You’re hands aren’t very steady, it was too pinchy.”

I look at the device as I wash it off, cranking it open to it’s full width. I love ass play, although it takes me forever to even work in a little butt plug. I’m intrigued, even through it looks more than a little intimidating.  “Would you like to try it on me?” I ask Theo shyly. “Really?” he smiles, “Okay!”

As I get on my knees, he hands me the vibrator. “A little something to take your mind off things,” he says. I click the vibe on and press it to my clit. “Stay very still,” he instructs. I smell the warm plasticky scent of  the lube as he scoops it out of the little tub. He rubs a cold glob over my asshole, which makes me jump a little.  Continue reading

I tell Theo if he wants me to fuck his ass, he needs to suck my cock first.

He obediently crawls across the bed, looking at me like a tiger ready to pounce on fresh meat. I brush the mass of curls away from his eyes, pushing his head towards the big red dildo protruding from my pussy. Eagerly, he licks the tip, then takes the whole cock into his mouth. I gasp, I can feel the end inside me pushing against all the right places. I tell him he might suck dick better than I do. Theo laughs and says he’s had a lot of practice, which sends an electric surge straight to my pussy.

Idly, I watch him blow me for a while, then I ask if there’s any foreplay he wants. Theo tells me he would love it if I lick his ass. I’ve never done that before, it’s one of the rare things that I consider taboo. I hesitate, but his excitement overrides my apprehension. We showered together right before we came into the bedroom, so I know he’s clean. I tell him maybe, but  I want to scope it out a bit first. Theo gets on his knees, resting his head against a stack of pillows. I spread his ass cheeks and sniff, trying not to giggle. I kiss his balls, his buttocks, working into the idea. I moisten a finger tip and rub the pink creases surrounding his anus. Theo shudders with pleasure. I tentatively give his ass a flick with my tongue. So far, so good. Continue reading

Six stories about anal sex

1. Shaun is model-pretty, he mostly just fucks older married women, but he says I’m fun.
It’s Homecoming night, my Budweiser soaked blue gown is flipped up over my waist. Heavily scented with pot and Drakkar Noir, he leans in and whispers “I want to be the first to fuck your ass.” Shaun promises to go slow. If I like it, he says, then I’ll want to do it again.

He scoops a translucent fingerful of Vaseline from a little tub, then rubs the outside of my asshole in little circles.  Slowly, he slides one finger, then two, gliding them in and out for a long time. I almost fall asleep from the rhythm. I lie on my stomach, he nestles in close, guides his dick in. It doesn’t hurt a bit.

2. Lee is hiding something, I find out exactly what in his toolbox one day. When he comes home from work, I throw the box of condoms at him. We’re young and violent. I’m seven months pregnant and freshly twenty-one years old. He says he bought them so he could fuck me in the ass. I call him a liar, stab the little blue packets through with a kitchen knife.

Weeks later, I find another box in the crawl space. Bitterly, I ask him if he was still planning on ass fucking me. Shoving me face first onto the water bed, Lee rolls a condom on. He holds me down and forces his dick in my ass. The condom isn’t lubricated. Biting my lip, I refuse to make a noise. He frees one of my hands, and I hold the heaviness in my stomach. I cry the next time I shit.

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