Picture Perfect...
The usual: List. Letters. Updated. Here.
A bit on the short side today. Dave was being a bastard. Refused to talk much -- Can you believe it? *sigh*
Mir made quick work of my jeans. no fuss sort of woman. managed to kick them off and out of the way pretty quickly, and that made it all the easier to have her close to me. pulled her as close as i damn well could without climbing into her skin.
she had her hand around my cock, trapped between our bodies. warm, delicate fingers. could feel smooth and rough spots on her palm, where she gripped her sword during practise, where it rested, slid, caught as she swayed through almost-choreographed moves.
she tightened her grip on me. felt every tiny move she made. every shadow-touch, every suggestion of movement. bit my lip, exhaled and shuddered.
she leaned in to me, brushed my ear with her lips, her breath. "would you like to fuck me, Dave? take me up against the wall?"
could feel my pulse pounding in my throat. couldn't help but grind myself against her, had to ground myself with my hands on her hips.
"or would you rather sit, wait for me to straddle you and ride you hard? tell me what you want, love."
i moaned. had to. began to shake. she's fucking amazing with words, images, fingers, hands. was sure she was making quick work of me. get me off, done and rid of pest. back to eavesdropping, back to Vig and Sean.
she pulled away instead -- surprised the heck out of me. actually wanted to play, did she? heh. said "tell me what you want, Dave. tell me."
know it's hard to believe, but i'm not usually speechless. i know, i seem like a quiet guy. shy. reserved. strong, silent type. a man's man. women want me, and men, um, also want me. very difficult keeping up with all the demands, must say. keeping the public happy. satisfied. tough job, and all that.
too many images crowded in my mind, though. too, too many. Mir against the wall. Mir above me, straddling my hips. me, on my knees in front of her, licking, lapping, tasting.
twined my fingers in hers, turned her hand palm up. kissed the lines crossing her skin. "no. let me show you."
slid my hands down her body, thumbs brushing across her nipples. stroked from breasts to hips to ankles. kneeled, knees groaning in protest, then kissed my way up from her ankles to her thighs. encouraged her to spread her legs, just a little. made it easier for me to kiss the inside of her thighs, stroke the sensitive skin behind her knees. made her shake, just a little. was lovely. kissed my way back up to her waist, rubbed my cheek against her stomach, wrapped my arms around her.
looked up at her. she was watching me, eyes open, small smile on her face. uncurled an arm, kneeled up, and let one hand trail down, slide between her legs.
"Viggo and Sean -- they are lovely, aren't they?" breathed my words across her skin, lapped at the underside of one breast, then the other. rested my head between them, closed my eyes, traced the hood of her clit with one finger. "picture," stroke. "perfect." stroke.
she has the most wonderful expressions.
~D
A bit on the short side today. Dave was being a bastard. Refused to talk much -- Can you believe it? *sigh*
Mir made quick work of my jeans. no fuss sort of woman. managed to kick them off and out of the way pretty quickly, and that made it all the easier to have her close to me. pulled her as close as i damn well could without climbing into her skin.
she had her hand around my cock, trapped between our bodies. warm, delicate fingers. could feel smooth and rough spots on her palm, where she gripped her sword during practise, where it rested, slid, caught as she swayed through almost-choreographed moves.
she tightened her grip on me. felt every tiny move she made. every shadow-touch, every suggestion of movement. bit my lip, exhaled and shuddered.
she leaned in to me, brushed my ear with her lips, her breath. "would you like to fuck me, Dave? take me up against the wall?"
could feel my pulse pounding in my throat. couldn't help but grind myself against her, had to ground myself with my hands on her hips.
"or would you rather sit, wait for me to straddle you and ride you hard? tell me what you want, love."
i moaned. had to. began to shake. she's fucking amazing with words, images, fingers, hands. was sure she was making quick work of me. get me off, done and rid of pest. back to eavesdropping, back to Vig and Sean.
she pulled away instead -- surprised the heck out of me. actually wanted to play, did she? heh. said "tell me what you want, Dave. tell me."
know it's hard to believe, but i'm not usually speechless. i know, i seem like a quiet guy. shy. reserved. strong, silent type. a man's man. women want me, and men, um, also want me. very difficult keeping up with all the demands, must say. keeping the public happy. satisfied. tough job, and all that.
too many images crowded in my mind, though. too, too many. Mir against the wall. Mir above me, straddling my hips. me, on my knees in front of her, licking, lapping, tasting.
twined my fingers in hers, turned her hand palm up. kissed the lines crossing her skin. "no. let me show you."
slid my hands down her body, thumbs brushing across her nipples. stroked from breasts to hips to ankles. kneeled, knees groaning in protest, then kissed my way up from her ankles to her thighs. encouraged her to spread her legs, just a little. made it easier for me to kiss the inside of her thighs, stroke the sensitive skin behind her knees. made her shake, just a little. was lovely. kissed my way back up to her waist, rubbed my cheek against her stomach, wrapped my arms around her.
looked up at her. she was watching me, eyes open, small smile on her face. uncurled an arm, kneeled up, and let one hand trail down, slide between her legs.
"Viggo and Sean -- they are lovely, aren't they?" breathed my words across her skin, lapped at the underside of one breast, then the other. rested my head between them, closed my eyes, traced the hood of her clit with one finger. "picture," stroke. "perfect." stroke.
she has the most wonderful expressions.
~D