The Writing - For Adults 18+

“Good Morning, Beautiful”

The alarm clock rang loudly, the two bells clanging against the metal, sharp and tinny, echoing off the walls. We both jumped, my hand stretching out and throwing the alarm across the room. A final ding as it hit the floor.

He wrapped his arm tightly around me and nuzzled into my neck, “Good morning,¬†beautiful“, and I cringed into my pillow letting out a dramatic moan. He ran his hand down my stomach and over the front of my thighs, an obvious shudder following his lazy movement. “I know today sucks, but I can get your day off to a good start!“.

He rolled me onto my back, my hair covering my face. He gently wiped it away as he climbed on top of me and then disappeared beneath the blanket. I closed my eyes tightly as his tongue and lips began their journey downwards. He sucked gently on my nipple as he lifted my breast up to his mouth and his hand led the way for his lips down my stomach.

He put his hand between my thighs and opened them slightly, kneeling between them. I held my breath in anticipation and he seemed to hover there forever. I lifted the blanket to check that he was okay and he smiled at me before delving in for a taste.

He moaned as he consumed me sending a solid vibration through my already glistening body. My back arched involuntarily and he wrapped his hands up around my hips, his tongue beginning to lap soothingly at my very wet pussy. I tossed my head back and forth, half in disbelief and half still dramatically upset over being awoken. He moaned again and I melted.

He let his finger travel over my clit, followed quickly by his tongue as his finger slowly slid in me. He turned his fingers around, so they were facing up instead of down, and let another finger follow. As his fingers skillfully tugged at the top of my vagina, he sucked rhythmically on my clit, fluctuating between gentle and hard.

He moved his other hand over the bottom of my stomach, pinning my hips down to the bed, pushing my pubic mound up. He tugged with his fingers as if he was reaching for this hand on my belly all the while sucking my clit. The blankets were held tightly in my clenched white fists and he just kept sucking and tugging.

I threw off the blanket and grabbed a fistful of his hair. Pulling him off my clit, he smiled up at me and then quickly pulled his fingers out of me. I went stiff as a board and he placed his strong hands on my thighs, and he held them open as I began squirting, thrashing about with all of my might.

I collapsed back on the bed, drenched in sweat, thighs covered in my own juices and he tapped my clit gently, causing me to flinch and twitch, until my whole body relaxed and my heartbeat steadied. He sat and watched as I came down from it all, rubbing his hands along my calves and thighs.

As my eyes closed, he slid his fingers back in me, this time more forcefully. He flicked his two fingers quickly within me and again I arched my back fiercely, holding myself up on my elbows, as his fingers moved faster. He reached up for my breast, his hand just grazing my nipple and I screamed out his name.

He quickly pulled his fingers out of me and thrust his cock into me as my juices spurted out around him. Thrust after thrust, and it just kept coming. I began to shiver as the final wave swept over me and he pulled me in close to him, my lips on his neck. I wrapped my legs around his waist and grabbed tightly onto his ass as he pushed deeper and deeper into me.

He lifted up to kiss me and put his hand around my throat. My hands wrapped around his forearm as he put just the slightest pressure under my chin and he whispered, “I’m cumming“, as he thrust forward, holding himself deep inside of me, unloading as he held me by the throat. He rocked gently as the last drops left him and I pushed against him with my thighs.

He pulled out of me, releasing me, as I began to cum, squirting out my own juices and his. He rubbed his hand back and forth over the wet opening and my tender swollen clit and I convulsed frantically beneath him. My hips lifted clear off the bed, my whole body pulsing.

I collapsed drearily back onto my pillow. He climbed on top of me, brushed the hair out of my face and wiped a solitary drop of sweat from my eyebrow. He kissed me softly and whispered, “Good morning, beautiful“. I smiled, “Yes. Yes it was!“.

The Rantings - For Adults 18+

The Boyfriend’s On Holidays!!! (And I have a fantasy…)

And I have a fantasy that I want fulfilled!

I told him today that for the past week I’ve been masturbating every night to the exact same fantasy. It always starts the same way, always contains common elements (with very little variation) and always ends the same way. It all started after a very successful anal session and ever since, my mind has been stuck there!

In my fantasy, it all starts laying up in bed. I’m on my stomach and he’s rubbing my ass. We used to regularly give each other ass rubs, but in the past few years it’s an activity that has really gone by the wayside. I get a very quick rub right before anal attempts now, but nothing like I used to. In my fantasy, it’s like the old days. Long, drawn out, incredibly sensual and causes the most insane wetness.

In my fantasy, in some way or another, he gets me up on my hands and knees. A couple nights after browsing very rough sex on Tumblr, he would pull my hair and yank me up or he would wrap his hand around my throat to lift me up. Other nights, if there was oral sex on my brain, then he would be more gentle with me and playful almost. The view of my ass in the air and my back arched causes him to respond in the way that he does when he enjoys what he sees, and that response (both in real life and in this fantasy) is such an extreme turn on for me.

He plays in my wetness, which at this point is literally dripping down my leg, with either his fingers or his cock. He remarks about it and either calls me a good girl or baby girl – again depends on what kind of mood I’m in prior to starting the fantasy – and only one of those things does he ever actually call me! The other one, he doesn’t even know I fantasize about him calling me it and I’m too shy to admit it ūüėČ

Sometimes, especially if I’m trying to draw out my inevitable orgasm, he’ll give me oral and I’ll fantasize that he buries his head between my legs and pushes his tongue into me. Other times, he jumps right into to trying for anal. And unlike in real life, he glides in with ease. In real life, the initial penetration is often a very slow process. It’s often really gentle and intimate and he gently strokes me until I relax and then he’ll push just a little deeper and wait for me to relax again. In my fantasies, it is not like that at all. It would be quick penetration, rough and hard and big strong hands grabbing and smacking at every inch of available flesh.

In my fantasy, he pulls all the way out of me and pushes back into me, fast and hard and over and over again. We have both mentioned a great desire to do this and just have not gotten up the guts to try it. So far, our experience has been that if he pulls all the way out, he’s not getting back in. I just tighten up entirely, but not in my fantasies. In my fantasy, I turn and watch him watching himself inside of me and that look on his face makes the whole thing amazing.

He flips me over onto my back and lifts my legs up. My pussy is absolutely glistening and he smiles at me before rubbing his one hand over my leg and the other around my wetness. He slides back into my ass, this time very slowly, gripping at any piece of me that his hands can get a good hold on. He coaxes me the way that he does during real-life anal sex, lots of “Good girls” and telling me that I’m doing a good job or that he’s almost there, or describing how amazing it looks.

When he is finally entirely consumed by me, he slides one finger, then two fingers, then more fingers into my waiting pussy. His firm fingers expertly stroke deep within me as he cock slides easily in and out of my ass and we are moving in this synchronous manner, when he suddenly pulls his hand out of me and roughly slaps my clit and then he slides his fingers back into me and continues that expert stroking. He repeats this a few times, sometimes adding more slaps, something slapping harder, sometimes almost rubbing more than slapping.

In real life, I often cum very easily from anal sex. For someone who isn’t really a big fan of it mentally, my body sure hasn’t gotten the message. My fantasy is no different. However, unlike real life, I begin squirting as he’s thrusting in and out of me. His reaction to it in my fantasy is normally the thing that pushes me over the edge and typically as I’m cumming¬†in real life, I picture him cumming in my head and it’s honestly rather blissful.

It’s no wonder that it’s a recurring fantasy!!