we had the equivalent of a quickie when i had first showed up. i didn’t worry because i knew that wasn’t going to be the only session. during the quickie it was the pain of tugging and biting on my nipples that just made me let out a sigh. i needed that pain and needed that release.

the real satisfaction was during our second encounter when he fucked me from behind. i kept breathlessly saying how good it felt as he moved in and out of me. i stayed so still soaking in that moment, that feeling, that tightness being stretched. i marinated in that period of bliss.

the icing on the cake was the unexpected spanking as i laid on my stomach catching my breath. his hands roamed my semi-naked flesh (i had on pink panties to match the pink toenail polish, yes i was going for some form of innocence with a side of pure evil) and the exposed ass flesh. the swat startled me but immediately i was turned on. my ass slowly moved upward to his hits.

“harder”

“harder”

“harder”

i whispered. i wanted to feel this. i wanted it to sting. i wanted it to hurt. my head was buried in the bed as he beat me as best as he could. i had turned my sweet, sex-addicted, patient man into a sadistic beast.

i could feel my wetness pooling and after he couldn’t spank me no more he plunged his fingers inside of me and i was lost in heaven. i couldn’t even really tell you what happened but i do remember towards the end he whispered, “one more, one more” and i gave him one more orgasm.

Thank you Lux for Fleshbotting this post.

some how i got a bright idea to squeeze down to see him between our fucked up schedules. i thought this will beat waiting two weeks and it’s worth it, right?

all week i counted down the days and as my mind likes to, thought of all the nasty things i was going to be doing with him. i had a butt plug to test and i was bringing the Njoy Eleven down. oh yes, i think and plan out sex like a stupid bitch plans out valentine’s day.

Friday has come, i am beat from drinking the night before and i am dragging ass all day long. i drive down during rush hour traffic and it’s warm. trudge into his room and pass out for a nap. precious time is being taken up with eating, cleaning and a meeting. we finally meet in the bed near midnight and i was going to write off the sex because we were so beat. we manage to fuck and yes it was good, it’s always good. i was hoping he would pull the plug out and use it on me but i don’t think guys think like that when fucking.

we fall asleep.

it’s the morning and i find myself molesting him in his sleep. an alarm goes off he twists to turn it off and puts my hand back on his hard on. i’m thinking, mmmm morning sex. then the phone rings and that’s it. i don’t get to suck cock, i don’t get the pain i am craving, i don’t get to fuck again and no three fingers inside my cunt. game over.

since then i have been a goddamn mess, masturbating up to 11 orgasms Saturday night and masturbating this afternoon. i am in heat and i need to fuck.

in short, quickies and me don’t get along unless there is much more sex to be had within hours of the quickie.

FUCK!

oh… are you looking for my post on longing for cock? well it’s sitting over here: on the Sex and the 405 blog.

thank you Ms. Flox (twitter.com/avflox) for asking me to write this post, for some reason it came out so fluidly when you asked me to write it.

enjoy.

i’m trying to get more bang out of “short and sweet”. in this case, short and lust or short and sex or even short and fuck. if you follow me on Twitter you may have seen me post these but there are a few that are brand spanking new.

let’s see how fast i can get you off…

as she rode his cock slowly and stared into the lens she said dreamily, “make me look good.”then she came with a shudder with her head back.

she gripped handfuls of his hair and chanted, “make me come, make me come, make meeee…” as he licked, a scream leapt from her lips.

she slide down, enveloped his cock with her mouth, pushing up and down with precision and motive. she knew when he would cum and swallowed, moaning through his orgasm.

it had been too and she felt the pain in her cunt aching, screaming at her for waiting so long to be filled, it throbbed like a beast needing to be fed.

the vibrator was pressed hard against her clit, she said his full name over and over, each syllable bouncing off her tongue till she came crying for him.

i have developed a hotel sex fetish. there is something about crisp white sheets and complete silence that begs to be broken by two deviants.