when i think of him i first think of his voice in my ear and then my mind immediately drifts to the gutter…his cock.

he is next on my list and i am anxious. i wonder what his cock feels lick slipping slowly between my lips for the first time. i think about constantly what his bare cock would feel like pushing its way into my wetness.

will he dig his long fingers inside of me?

will it be electric when our mouths touch?

will he devour me in one failed sweep to the point where my knees buckle and fail me completely?

will he claim my flesh as he has already claimed my mind?

naked flesh pressed tightly with a slight sheen of sweat. speaking in a language of moans and grunts. when he hits that spot, fuck, that spot will i cry or just cry out?

i want to hold on for dear life as i feel my back is hovering over the edge. will he let me fall or tumble downward with me?

i need the aggression, i need the dominance and mostly i need his mind wrapping around mine like a cocoon of lust.

i hope he talks filthy to me…right in my ear:

so i can hang on to each syllable,

so i can get wetter and wetter,

so i can react with ragged breath,

so my skin bumps like a rough terrain downward to my toes,

so my eyes can roll backward into my skull.

he laid right next to my rigid body as i held the vibrator firmly against my hardened clit. the words of filth spewed from him as he was trying to get me off. i couldn’t speak and all i could do was answer him with moans, groans and ragged breath. i could feel the sweat starting to bead on my skin, my eyes were closed and my tongue was like a cat’s tail.

“you look so sexy.”

i bit my bottom lip.

“you like that male slut of yours? knowing he would hold a knife to his cock and slice it off for you the very minute you told him so. watching the blood spill out.”

my body jerked and convulsed.

“oh and that girl slut of yours, holding the knife to her cunt ready to cut it for you.”

i couldn’t believe he was telling me this and yet the images were in my head as he spoke. his hand was wrapped around his cock and jacking off. we hadn’t fucked, yet this seemed to be the most intense session with him.

my mind was keeping me from coming as the images flashed in my mind like rapid fire. i had to concentrate on one thing to get off. i just couldn’t. he kept talking to me and making me ache as my cunt sloshed as the vibrator would move.

randomly he would tug at my nipples, cover my nose and mouth. i noticed how my cunt responded to the act of him cutting off my air or blood. everything would heighten to near explosion but my body would react violently in desperate need of proper function.

he straddled my face as his head neared my sloppy cunt. i licked his balls as he adjusted and he flinched at the sudden lick. i tried to suck more of him but his semi-hard cock rested inside of my mouth as i sucked and tongued at the head of his cock. his fingers dug inside of me and teased my g spot. i felt his cock growing in my mouth reaching down my throat. i sputtered against his invasive flesh as he caused me to gush around his fingers.

the vibrator kept going and i thought i wasn’t going to get to that moment of utter colorful chaos. he moved back beside me talking to me again. i couldn’t remember exactly what he said, but it must have been the cum talk that broke me…

“you want me to cum all over you huh you cum slut? you want me to jack off on to your face and hair. you want my cum oozing out of all your holes, don’t you slut?”

my mouth gaped like a fish out of water, my back arched and i let out my last breath of life. i rolled, shook and felt the world lift me away for a few seconds. it was when i came back down that the tears rolled from my eyes.

as i laid there i realized how sullen i have become lately as my orgasms have been resulting in tears or crying fits. my heart still has not healed and i wondered how much longer will tears be tied to my orgasms. i miss the rage, anger and laughter.

today i had memories of white hotel sheets and soft pillows in a suite that overlooked the city. all though the memory is fading, my heart is a constant reminder.

NOTE: farewell to The Biker & The Teacher as they have decided to no longer add to their blog. i am not certain if they are going to remove the blog or not. you two will be sorely missed. it makes me sad as i am watching the blog world slowly crumble beneath me. lately i have been having the same thoughts as well. yet, it seems to just be a reoccurring phase when i am not inspired to write.

Thank you Chelsea Girl for Fleshbotting this post.

i stripped the minute the visitor in our home left. my body had dried sweat from my run and my clothes were still damp and cold as they fell to the tile. i ached, i was exhausted and i couldn’t form any thoughts besides “bed”.

we started discussing religion when i laid in my panties on the fuck bed. i pulled my arms up over my head and beneath the pillow. he sat at the edge gliding his hands over my soft flesh. i closed my eyes as our conversation was growing deeper and the clock kept ticking. his hand ran around my breasts, my nipples, flowing down my stomach to my thighs. fingers traced the black fabric and traveled back up and down again.

i never lost sight of the words we were exchanging and yet at moments i felt him. it was the one time when i was not caught up in one act more then the other.  there was a pleasant balance and i savored his touches while letting our voices fill the air.

we had to pull ourselves apart with great effort because we hadn’t eaten. i wanted that moment to last longer. mostly i love how my near nakedness draws him in like honey or in my case sweet poison, how second nature it is for him to touch my flesh when it is exposed to him.

today is one of those days where i am sitting on edge waiting, just waiting for a moment to come. i rock ever so slightly, my feet tap and i cannot think straight.

then i get an email from him when he already knows the state i am in:

“i want to call you after you sneak into the bathroom. to not hear you make a sound on the other end, barely hearing you breath; but knowing you are screaming in your mind as you come.”

fuck this day.

just when i thought i wasn’t going to experience the pleasures of multiple orgasms, i do. not just on one occasion but two. not with one man but two. the twist is it was not by their touch but by their voices. perhaps i am embarking on a new sexual realm or i am just lucky at the moment.

soaking towels.

screaming till my throat is hoarse.

feeling that climb and staying there for another round. flailing, cursing, crying and feeling outside of myself for minutes. it is addicting and refreshing.

technology is a wonderful thing for deviants.