Bodice Ripper: a lost page

She kissed most ardently. I sensed an opportunity, so breaking my lips from hers for just a second, I asked, “Madame, what notions do you have with regard to obtaining satisfaction for your passions, or not?”

Smiling coyly, she replied, “Why sir, I would be most honored if you would pleasure yourself upon me in whatever way you wish.”

I was surprised at her openness, and replied in kind, “I must confess my blood runs so hot, the only the most complete indulgence could cool it even a little.”

“In that case,” she said, leading me by the hand, “perhaps you would be so kind as to wait in this small salon d’amour while I release myself from these confining garments.” Then she tugged gently at my tie, and added “And you might do well to free yourself from your own restrictions” and she slipped through a private door.

She was back in a moment, it seemed, for I had hardly had time to remove my cravat. She was wearing a light robe of some sheer fabric. It was tight around her, and offered some small support for her ample bosom, but the dark triangle above her thighs was easily observed. Immediately, our arms were around each other, and our open lips pressed tight together. My hands went to her breasts, holding and caressing them, and fingering the pink nipples centered in the dark circles at their peaks.

I bent to kiss her breasts. She slipped off the robe, and her hands began to tug at my shirt. Quickly the buttons were slipped, and garment cast to the floor. My belt was next, and no sooner were my pants loosen than her hands went to my member.

But the desire was too strong. I turned her, and bent her, face down on the little bed. I forced my hand between her thighs and felt her hair-rimmed female parts. Unable to stay myself, I closed on her, and made her my carnal partner. I thrust into her again and again. How many times? Ten? Fifty? A hundred? A hundred times I drove into her as fiercely as ever any man took a woman.

And then, I needed to see passion in her face. I broke from her, and thew myself on the cot, my love spear pointing to the skyward. Reading my intentions, she mounted me, taking my erection into sex. As her hips rose and fell, I again experienced the ecstatic pleasure of sexual union, and soon my hips were rising to meet hers as they descended. Her breasts were gyrating wildly, and I steadied them with my hands. Her head was thrown back, and the sounds from her throat were those untranscribeable utterings heard only in moments of such passion.

Then, too soon, much, much too soon, I felt loss of control in my loins, the unstoppable clenching, and the spasmodic ejection of my seed into her lovebox.

I wonder if there is another page somewhere…

Help Wanted: Ingenue

Wanted: Woman to role play ingenue in scene with crusty old man. Lithe body preferred. Experience as failing student, naughty daughter, impressionable nurse, shoplifting sales clerk, or immigrant nanny (green card not required) a plus. Should be skilled in compensating for real or imagined personal failings. Should have have, or be able to feign, low self-esteem and/or submissive personality. Clean health record and up-to-date vaccinations. Must be willing to be photographed/videoed. Web cam chat experience desirable. Costume will be provided. Work hours: on demand afternoon or evening. Must have own transportation. Position is not EEOC compliant. Evangelicals need not apply.

Wanton Wednesday @ 4/13/2011

A Wanton Tale in Four Scenes
or
A Piece of Tail in Four Scenes

Scene I:

A man and women sit in the bar of an airport hotel. They are both wearing business suits. The man says to the woman, “I’d be happy to buy you another drink, but it would be more comfortable if we had it up in my room.” The woman replies, “If I go to your room, it has to be with the understanding that I will stay there until tomorrow morning.” The man tells her his room number.

Scene II:

The woman stands looking out the hotel room window finishing her drink. The man approaches, and turns her to face him. He starts unbuttoning her blouse. A minute or two later, the woman, naked to the waist and apparently tolerant of the man’s fondling hands, undoes his belt and waist band. As his pants fall loosely, the man places his hands on the woman’s shoulders, and forces her to her knees.

Scene III:

The man and woman are naked in the hotel bed. After fitting a condom, the man rolls on top of the woman. Taking her by the ankles, he puts her legs over his shoulders, and leaning forward on his elbows, pins her wrists with his hands. Resisting only enough to test the man’s resolve, she submits willingly to his dominance.  After a minute of coition, she gives a long, semi-sharp moan.

Scene IV:

The woman wakes a few minutes before her alarm, and slips quietly into the bathroom. Shortly, the shower is heard. Soon, dressed comfortably for travel and trailing her suitcase, she slips out of the hotel in the direction of the airport concourses, looking for a place to get coffee.

 

 

 

 

Doing Sarah

She was small-framed with small chest and slim hips.
As I kissed her, she seemed eager;
I took her to the sofa.

Still kissing, I placed my hand on her breast.
She didn’t object; I put my hand inside her blouse;
She wasn’t wearing a bra.

As we kissed, I caressed her breasts and nipples.
She was turned-on, hot, wanting,
And her hand brushed my crotch.

I slid my hand down her pants
And pressed my fingertips on her clit.
She arched her head back, open-mouthed.

I unzipped my jeans, released my cock, and she took it,
Gripping, stroking, holding, sliding,
As her hips bucked to the movement of my fingers.

I unbuttoned the waistband of her pants, and pulled them off.
I brushed the wetness between her spread legs,
And finger-fucked her ’til she said “come inside.”

Kneeling over her, I penetrated her.
With the full length of me inside her
She locked her legs around me.

And so, I did her, fast and slow, shallow and deep,
Searching for the perfect rhythm of our mutual desire,
And the climax.

Halloween Role

Hedone offered the following notion on choice of a Halloween costume for me this year:

Sinner Man: You are the naughty professor. I’m the scantily clad, submissive school girl who has been handing in assignments late. You need to administer punishment to my bottom.

Little lady, you are late again. Always behind the eight-ball, aren’t you? What should I do with you? I can fail you, or I can punish you. But I failed you last semester, and it didn’t help much, did it? So, I’m going to punish you. How? Not by giving you extra work. If you didn’t do the regular work, you won’t do the extra work. No, I think corporal punishment is in order. A spanking. A good spanking.

Stand up please. Good, now come up to the desk. Bend over, and put your elbows down the desk. Very good. I’m going to lift this little skirt up out of the way. Ah, I see you are wearing pantyhose; I’m just going to have to pull them down. And this cute little thong too, so your little tush is ready. Are you ready?

(My secret, little bitch, but you do have a scrumptious little ass.)

Whack! One.
Whack! Two.
Whack! Three.
Whack! Four.
Whack! Five.

Don’t wiggle. I’m lowering your pantyhose and thong just a little more (so I can get a peek at that little pussy of yours).

Whack! Six.
Whack! Seven.
Whack! Eight.
Whack! Nine.
Whack! Ten.

There! Stand up. Pull up your panties. Next time, get your assignment in on time, or it could be worse for you (because I am so freaking hot that it’s all I can do not to bone you right now!).

Now, get out of here.

TMI Tuesday @ 10/26/2010

The questions below have come from Playfully Yours via Hedone. They call for some transsexual imagination.

If you could be the opposite sex for one day:

Right off the bat, I have to point out that the methods and terms for changing sex for the day could affect the answers. Is it a pairs thing? Where am I? Do I have money? Am I in the company of others who know what I’m doing? How old would I be? How attractive?

Well, what would I want as a female-for-a day? Note: switching to feminine text color. How do you like it?

a. What sexual position would you do?

Gotta be missionary. Actually, I think I’d like to try being an executive assistant in a dark business suit and silk blouse giving it up to my boss in the back seat of an expensive German car. Leather seats required.

b. What sexual act do you want performed on you?

Don’t really want to be choosing here. Gotta have intercourse and gotta have oral.

c. What sexual act do you want to perform?

Assuming that my temporary feminine physiology brings with it feminine urges, some cock-sucking would be in order. Also cowgirl.

d. How many times do you think you would masturbate?

So much depends on circumstance, but at least once.

e. Would you have sex with both sexes?

Doubt it.

f. Would you pay for sex to guarantee you could experience all of these things?

As a woman, would I buy a male hooker? Don’t think so. I’d just look into the bar of a businessman’s hotel, or an airport hotel. Or strip joint.

Now, back to the man’s world.

Rebuke To An Unfaithful Lover

I suppose you let him have his way,
Passions rose and you were hot to play.
The virgin’s pose you love to strike by day,
Is lost on those trod by your feet of clay.

Uncertainty

Is this the time? Is this the place?
Is it a game? Is it a race?
I don’t know the rules.
What is the task? When is it due?
What is the risk? When was it new?
I don’t have the tools.
Who is a god? Who is king?
Who is in charge? Who gets the ring?
Are we all fools?

Model Of The Old Times

The model stands before the class.
I gaze upon her breasts and ass,
And think of women I have known,
And of the wildest oats I’ve sown.

For breasts like these, I’ve played the fool,
And let my baser instincts fuel
The empty quest for one-night lovers.
Such things an aging goat discovers!

I sketch the contours of her ass,
And think myself as hard and crass,
To be unmoved by naked flesh.
All is stale as once was fresh.

But if I had an even chance,
I would ply the roue’ dance,
In hope the circumstances led
To take this woman home to bed

Last verse re-written after original post.

The Celeb

She’s beautiful, intelligent, vital,
Annoying.
She’s upper class, royalty without title,
And cloying.
She’s talented, empathetic, clever,
Tiresome.
Manners would be good if she would ever
Acquire some.