Carys Weldon Blog
Thursday, August 24, 2006
Hot sex? XXX warningIt seems that some of my blog readers are too shy to post online but don't mind sending me emails. I'm fine with that. I'm just glad you're reading it!
One of the most common requests I get is "Put more hot sex on the blog, the hotter the better."
So, to keep those "Hot sex readers" happy, I'll write you a quick scene, spur of the moment here. I hope it pleases ya. ;)
Here goes:
After his shower, Mark laid down on his bed. He'd had a long day at work, felt worn out, and just needed a little "pick me up" nap. Ten minute power deal. That's all he wanted.
He ran the towel roughly over his body and tossed it into the corner, then splayed out on his bed. Ah, it felt good to get some air to all his parts. The fan above his bed sent heavenly drafts of coolness over him.
Seconds later, his eyes closed, and he was gone to dreamland.
A perfect place where silky fingertips slid over his body in soft tickles, toyed with his nipples, circled and scooped downward, swirled in the hair below his navel and made a beeline downward...
Then veered left onto his thigh, inside his upper leg, swirled again, and trailed across his nut sack, took a firm hold, then danced over to the other thigh.
He would have opened his eyes, but he knew the tease would end abruptly. He held his breath, waiting, hoping for more.
The fingers--with manicured nails that obviously belonged to a woman--had him picturing his wife naked. His beautiful, imperfectly built, but amazingly amorous wife. Part of him wanted to sneak a peak, to see if her breasts were swinging close to his body.
A brush of her hair confirmed that his fantasy was nearing a good spot. Like her fingers, the tips of hair fluttered over his abdomen.
Her hand moved upward, cupping his scrotum again, and then tickling up his shaft.
He groaned. "Ah."
Take hold, baby. (The thought came unbidden.)
She did. Standing his now erect manhood upward, she breathed on it. Blew a few times--which made him grin to himself.
"Let me feel your tongue, now," he thought.
Instantaneously, the moist flick touched the head of his cock. Once, twice. Then her mouth swallowed it whole.
Like it was an ice cream cone dripping from all sides, she went after it, and he found his hands entangled in her hair--trying not to force her down on it, but his hips were arching beneath her, thrusting upward, deep throating her.
One of her hands cupped the sack beneath his cock and squeezed spasmodically with each thrust.
He wondered, if he came in her mouth, would she swallow it this time?
Or should he stop and tell her to get on her knees for the climax?
How far should he go with his eyes closed? How far would she go?
Would she stop and climb atop him, straddling him for the final fuck?
No. He was gonna release in her mouth. He was getting too close.
***
She smiled when she saw him passed out, naked on the bed, clean and fresh. He was so sexy and vulnerable there.
It only took her a second before she got the idea to pounce him. She definitely wanted to get on top and fuck him hard. She'd been thinking about it all day.
But he wasn't quite up to that. Not in his present state.
So, she stripped. Considering her options as she stepped out of her clothes, thinking it was a shame his eyes were closed, because he might like the way she slid her bra straps down one at a time, and the way she wiggled out of her hiphugger panties.
She went for the fluffing. The tickle and tease.
The suck and draw. The...how long can she do it before he gives it away that he's not asleep any more.
When his hands gained a grip of her hair, she knew they were there. When his hips began to buck, she knew she had the rhythm he needed.
Deep throat. Hard suction.
Down again.
When he was right there, she pulled her lips free, knowing they felt (and probably looked) swollen. She waited for his reaction. It came out in a groan of desperation. He bucked again, letting the head of his dick beg the air for what it had lost.
Should she go down and suck it all? Or climb on?
She slid over his thigh, centering herself between his legs. Kissed his cock again. Licked her lips, and went down one more time. Gave it some good hard suction coming up, then released it and waited with a wicked grin.
"Oh, baby, don't do me like that," he said. "Don't quit now."
A chuckle escaped her. "You know, we are messed up. You are always saying don't quit, and I'm always saying, hold still."
Climbing up over him, she kissed him with a lip rubbing, bottom lip sucking, enter the dragon French kissing that mimicked what she'd done for him down below...knowing he could taste his own fluid in her mouth.
His hand came around the back of her head, holding her mouth to his, and they tongue fucked while she worked her way up to sit atop him...impaling herself on his shaft.
A little bit desperately, he held onto her head with one hand, and put his free hand to one of her breasts, then let it find its way to her hip where it got a real grip and guided his thrusts.
She pulled her lips free, put her hands on his chest and worked at an angle and rhythm of her own. It worked friction against his--but that was good.
His frustration heightened and her climax came nearer and nearer...
And she, of course, said, "Hold still, so I can get it."
"Fuck," he said, his lips twisted in pleasured pain. He reached up, pulled her head down and kissed her hard. "You are so fucking sexy, I can't stand it."
"That's it," she said...and came with one last push and slide...which brought him to his dream's end.
Then she draped herself atop him like a blanket. They snoozed for a half hour or so and he woke up with a smile on his face, nudging her--saying, "Hey, hon. Let's go out to eat. I'm hungry."
"Mm," she moaned with a smile of her own. "Where did you get such an appetite?"
"Right here, at home," he said, kissing her on her forehead, then on her lips. "I love...this. You." He kissed her again, and she pretended to be asleep so he'd have to keep it up if he wanted her up.
(End)
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