Hello fellow naughty people! I hope you are all enjoying the summer? I like it hot, hot hot, the hotter the better. So put on those bikini’s (no, not the men!) and pour yourself something long and cool, because I want to talk about…sex!
They’re every girl’s fantasy according to most of the romantic books out there and quite a lot of the erotic ones too. But in reality many of us love a softie don’t we?
I like a romantic, a man who makes me laugh, a man I can really talk to. But between the sheets (or anywhere else for that matter) I have to confess to loving a man who takes control. I love the power of being a woman, I love bringing him to his knees with something I’m wearing or teasing him until he has no choice other than to make love to me. I want him to want me, I want him to need me and I want him to take me.
When he slipped into the room and gathered her into his arms an hour later Tanya melted before him. She had dreamed of his body and as she helped him out of his shirt, stroking the coarse black hairs she had spied as he stood awkwardly only a few days before she felt a sense of triumph. James pulled the towelling robe she had wrapped around her from Tanya’s shoulders lowering his head to kiss her soft skin. Tanya melted into him; this enigmatic man who had filled her dreams night after night was removing his clothes as she stood watching. Her body came alive as James once again took her into his arms, his urgent cock bobbing between them. They kissed and caressed their way to his bed where Tanya lay down before him. She arched her back to greet him as James entered her, thrusting through her body with fevered passion relentless and unyielding. Tanya wrapped her legs around his back bucking up to meet every thrust until the thrill of taking James deep inside her overtook her and she tensed.
Come on ladies you know we all love to tease. It turns us on to turn them on doesn’t it? How beautiful and sexy is the female form? We are all so beautiful and we take great pleasure in thrilling our lovers until they can hardly speak…
“Do you want me to take it off sir?” Lucinda pressed.
Peter rubbed his brow then tugged at his shirt collar before answering.
“Yes.” His voice was barely a whisper.
Lucinda slowly pulled the short, elasticated waistband down past her shapely hips, pausing when she reached her thighs to watch Peter’s reaction to the nakedness she was displaying just for him.
Peter loosened his tie. His mouth felt suddenly dry. His apprehension was rapidly disappearing.
Lucinda continued to ease the skirt down past her knees before stepping slowly out of it when it pooled on the floor at her feet. She gazed at Peter from beneath her lashes as she stood, semi-naked before him.
She knew exactly what she was doing.
“Take off your blouse Lucinda.” Peter breathed, trying desperately to remain in control.
One by one Lucinda flicked open the buttons to her blouse. There were four in all. Peter counted them as her breasts began to peep out from behind the flimsy material. She hadn’t bothered with a bra.
“Now what sir?” Lucinda asked him.
Peter thought hard to remember the routine he had imagined in his bed last night, but right now all he could think about was bending this girl over his desk and taking her the way she wanted, hard and fast until she screamed his name. Think man think.
So tease and please him for he is a mere mortal and we love him for it! Bring your lover to their knees so that the only thing on their minds is you. Drive you man stupid with desire but occasionally let him take control.
Excerpt from ‘A Voyeuristic Lover’:
Once inside our apartment Paul lifted the soiled dress over my head and stood back to stare at me.
"Don't move." he said, and l watched as he removed his clothing, slowly sliding his hand along his cock to make it rigid and expectant once again. He kissed me, wrapping me in his arms, his tongue urgent and deep. He teased my nipples into sharp points and pinched them, making me groan with pleasure. Dropping to his knees Paul nestled his mouth between my legs. It was hard to keep my balance as he lapped at me, his hands spreading me wide. I pulled at his head, crazy for him. I wanted to push myself against that tongue, pull his head closer, oh God.
His tongue became sharp and he jabbed at my sex, so close, God l was so close l could hardly breathe.
Slowly Paul’s tongue travelled up my body as he began to stand. He took two large cushions off the sofa as l quivered. Taking me by the hand he bade me to kneel forwards, presenting my round ass to him. He kneeled behind me and teased me further with his incredible fingers. I spread my legs wider wanting all he could give. Two fingers entered me as his thumb pressed firmly against my tighter entrance; l whimpered as he worked through the resistance and filled both openings, building up a rhythm. I pushed my ass higher and bent my head low as he worked me deeper into a frenzied state.
"What do you want?" Paul breathed.
"Your cock," l replied, "Please, give it to me."
Oh yes we like it hot! So have fun, love one another and be safe and happy til next time