Something is in the air. It could be spring. It could be a phase. It could be the girl that Jon is dating. But he and I have blossomed into something that I can’t seem to explain and he and I have been racking our brains over it for days now. We decided to enjoy “this”.

This past weekend was such a blur of raunchy acts that I could not formulate a proper story. So instead I will give you 8mm flashes of the filthy sex we engaged in this past weekend.

Cue the black and white film with scratches because I bought it that way so I could be like the other artsy kids…

– 5, 4, 3, 2, 1…

It all started Thursday afternoon when he specifically instructed me in an email that I could not have an orgasm till Friday with him. I usually can go several days without an orgasm if I am busy but tell me I can’t come and then I am fixated on this sudden denial. I was on edge all evening. He also made a note that I was to drive down to his place from my work place with my Njoy Large Plug pushed in my ass because he was going to have all three holes in one sitting.

– cigarette burn

Friday I read emails from him as described how he couldn’t wait to come in my ass and I could feel myself wetting my panties. This day was taking forever to end and I still had a long drive ahead of me.

– cigarette burn

The drive down made me very aware of a stainless steel plug was nestled in my ass. Every bump, every lane change and every clench made me think of him and his cock pushing its way inside me.

– cigarette burn

He grabbed my head and shoved his cock in my mouth. He looked down at me as I pushed his cock into my throat. One of his hands in my hair and the other in my cunt. His hand then pushed my mouth to his balls as I sucked and licked.

– cigarette burn

His cock dipped into my cunt, “that is only to get it wet”. He pulled the plug out causing me to come and slowly pushed is cock into my ass. I am lost in the mix of pain and pleasure. “Your cock is so big,” I blurt out into the mattress.
– cigarette burn

“Do you want my fingers in you?” He asked against my lips.

“Yess,” I moaned.

“Do you want three?”

“Yess…”

“You want three?”

“Yess,” I beg.

He pushed three fingers inside me. He pushed. He pushed and I writhed against him.

“Come for me,” he groaned.

My body shuddered and while there was usually fluids spurting from his usual two-finger invasion it was all bottled up till he slowly pulled his hand away and brought it to my mouth as I sucked my own juices from his three fingers.

– cigarette burn

We were watching porn. I get up to use the restroom and come back to straddle him on the couch. We made out with my grinding my panty-covered cunt against his leg. I felt his hard on in his pants and I wanted him to fuck me right there.

He broke from our kissing, “Bed. Now.”

– cigarette burn

“I want you to wet these,” he pushed two fingers into my mouth. I sucked his fingers like a cock running my tongue around.

His hand slipped into my panties and slid into my cunt. I came instantly.

– cigarette burn

That is all I can remember for now. If Jon reminds me of more I may do a Part Two. So much happened that I could not keep it all straight.

Roll Credits….

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It wasn’t supposed to be like this.

It wasn’t supposed to last this long.

It wasn’t supposed to be so addicting.

Almost four years have passed since I first walked through his door a jumble of nerves. I hadn’t been with another man since Tim and I didn’t know what to expect. I did know one thing and that was I was going to fuck this near complete stranger. We talked for a while, well, he talked for a while and when my body decided to stop trembling I grabbed his hand and we walked to his bedroom.

We kissed.

We barely undressed.

We frantically fucked.

After 3 ½ years I never grow tired or bored of our sex life. It has only gotten better over the years and honestly; I can’t get enough of him. It is to the point that I have told him several times that I wish I could clone him a few times. He always tells me it’s so I could have all my holes filled at once and sure that’s not a bad idea at all. But mainly, so I can have him fuck me at every glance or inkling that I have. I demand a lot from him during our limited time together. I know he needs to rest but I can’t lie still when we sleep at night because the only thing running through my mind is the sex I want with him.

Jon is a gentleman and it takes some pushing on my part to bring out the animal in him. I crave pain and he is always afraid of possibly going too far. So, if I had to make a request it would be for him to be more sadistic with me but I’m not complaining. He does his best to oblige and I know I am not forcing him to do something he doesn’t want to do because his cock doesn’t lie.

When I look back to our first meeting and think that it was supposed to just be a one-time occurrence. Yet, years later I am still a junkie for our sex. He has set the bar high but that doesn’t mean I won’t have future lovers. That’s the nice thing about open relationships is the possibility to spreading the lust around.

It’s an addiction I don’t mind having.

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This isn’t a love story.

This isn’t about a romantic evening we had together on a corporate-ruined holiday. No, this is a story of lust.

Don’t buy me flowers.

Don’t buy me candy.

Don’t bother with the card.

Show me.

Tell me.

Touch me.

Give me orgasms. Give me wetness. Give me goose bumps. It doesn’t cost anything but your time and effort. We both will benefit from this transaction, I assure you.

Fuck me.

Use me.

Hurt me.

A lasting mark, soreness and a memory is going to be substantial and shows me that you really care about my wants, my needs and me.

Give me what I want and I will show you my appreciation with my mouth. Dragging my body down as your hand is wrapped around your hard on. Flicking the head of your cock with my tongue. Pushing your hand around the base of your cock as I slowly suck up and a little further down, back up and even further down. Making my way to your hand. Hearing your gasps and your moans. Your hand falls away as I push your cock into my throat. You slur, “Yessss” and your hands hold my hands that are placed on the bed. As I suck my tongue runs along the underside of your cock. I know this area is sensitive to you and I know how much you like the tip of my tongue pressed against the head as I make my way back up. I pry my mouth from your cock licking down, down and lick at your balls. Sucking your balls into my mouth. You like this with another slurred, “Yessss”. I love pressing your cock against my face and then sucking the underside back to the top again.

I want you to come.

I want you to come in my mouth.

I want to swallow your come.

I start to fuck your cock with my mouth. I can feel your body tensing and slightly releasing. Tensing. Tensing. Tensing. Your hands grab a hold of my left hand as my right hand wraps around the base of your cock. I can feel the veins pulsing and filling as you let out an audible, “Fuuuckkk.” Your body jerking as your cock unloads into my mouth. Swallowing every drip down. Softly and tenderly sucking as your cock retreats. Your grip loosens and your panting subsides.

This wasn’t a love story, no; it was a story of lust.

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Dear Future Male Lover,

You might think it’s so cute that I am always horny or even think it’s novel but it’s not. You won’t think that after you have left your seed in my ass, completely spent and I am pawing at you because I need to come again. I am insatiable when it comes to sex I only require mere minutes to feel this need to be used again.

I like porn.

I like watching porn with you.

I like watching porn with your cock in my mouth.

When I say I like filthy sex, I mean it. That means I enjoy your cock shoved all the way inside me with your hand wrapped around my throat and I don’t mean in a loving way. I want to let out aggression and I want you to let out your aggression on me. This means you can inflict pain upon me but never slap my face. Leave a mark because I want a reminder of our time together.

If you desire my ass and know how to fuck one, then by all means help yourself. If you want to make me come, rub your cock against my asshole. If you want to make me wet, spit on my asshole. If you want me to lose it, come against my asshole. I get very wet so no lube is required.

I’m not a fan of bondage but that doesn’t mean you can’t pin me down. I’m not a fan of flogging props but that doesn’t mean you can’t spank me with your bare hands. I am a fan of toys and especially shiny steel ones so please use as frequent as you like and along with your fingers and cock.

I’m very open minded sexually so if there is something you would like that will get you off, please speak up. It’s even better when we are talking about our sex life in public with people all around us.

If I am sleeping and you are horny, this is an open invitation to fuck me. I want you to want me and I want you to want fuck me whenever you feel the need.

If and when I cry after coming really hard you just need to hold me. We don’t need to talk about it and trust me it’s not you. If anything, be proud because when I come very intensely I will either: cry, be very angry or laugh. Just know you did a very good job.

I have a fantastic sense of humor and I don’t take things too seriously. If you want to crack a joke post fucking, please do so. I have a sick sense of humor so please indulge me.

I love to be wanted and when we are not together please feel free to text or email me that you want to fuck me limp. Knowing one is wanted is key to a sexual relationship and I never grow tired of being wanted.

I get off when you get off. I enjoy making you come and I enjoy swallowing your come. It’s not all about me but us and I want to make sure you getting off as much as I am when we are together.
I love foreplay. I love kissing. I love hearing your words in my ear. You want me “on” then make sure you do the part. I can make out for hours and have plenty of orgasms just by the heightened sense of arousal from those little gestures that are sometimes forgotten when two people engage physically.

Fuck my mind and you can fuck my body.

With Lust,
Dark Gracie

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I claim that writing is therapy but sometimes it might just be too soon. You don’t want to close the door just yet. You want to leave it hanging open by a crack in the hopes that it’s just not the end yet. But it is.

Writing this year’s NaNoWriMo book has really struck the heartstrings for me. It’s hard to accept the fact that it really is over. No more. Because of this fact it makes writing about it terrible. It comes and goes but when it comes it’s only for a sentence or two and it vanishes.

The masochist screams, “I need pain.”

His hands cup my breasts from behind. His mouth near my ear but not quite at the magic spot just yet. His fingertips squeeze my nipples but my hand reaches to force his fingers to pinch even harder. Probably harder than he should. His mouth moves near my ear. It’s at the magic spot and my ass bucks against his hard cock. My left hand reaches behind to grab at his cock. He sucks in breath and I let out a moan. He hesitates his breath out as if he will say something, a short sentence or a word. I groan. I pull his cock from his boxers and rub the head against my ass. I need him. I need to feel.

I shift on to my back and his hand push into my panties. His fingertips trace the part of my lips. My mind and body anticipate his next move. Deeper they push parting my flesh away. My hand grips the bed while the other grips his back. He teases by slowly tracing and pushing. I feel like my body is going to erupt. He thrusts inside. I’m wet and he hits that spot and my body stiffens and my cunt gushes. I shake as the liquid soaks my panties to the sheets.

“Yesssss,” he hisses so proudly in my ear.

I’m lost. I’m consumed. I’m not in my body.

“H-h-hurt… m-meee.” I stutter.

He pushes another finger inside and more fluids seep out. My nails dig into his back and slowly scrape upward. I can feel his body tense in the pain as his fingers dig deeper in my cunt. Slowly, very slowly he pulls his fingers free with even more fluids falling out. I gasp at the release.

I roll to my stomach pushing my ass in the air. His hands pull my panties from my ass as he rubs his cock against my cunt. My face buries into the mattress as I feel him push. He teases his way inside, then with a final thrust he is all the way in and I grunt into the sheets. I grip the edge of the mattress as he fucks me.

“Fuck me!” I demand.

His hands grip my hips as he pounds harder. He pulls my ass up making his cock swell more and my moans graduate to screams. I feel his cock swell and fill me. I can tell when he is about to come when his body starts to sputter with his thrusts. He is getting close.

“Come. In. Me.” I barely push from my lips.

My brain is mush with a hyper focus on his cock nearing an orgasm. I can feel it. His grip is getting tighter. Almost.

“Come. In. Me.” I say a little louder with gasps and quakes.

My cunt is tightening around his swelling. I am trying to milk him before he is ready.

“Come. In. Mee.” I plea.

He lets out a ground with his fingertips digging into my flesh. Holding. Pushing. Deeper. Hold. Thrust. Spurt.

We stay locked till his cock falls out and away.

“Finger me,” I pant.

He doesn’t question me. He obliges with three fingers forcing their way in my cum soaked cunt and I push back against him. I push hard. I want the pain. I pull forward and push back hard.

“Fuck. Me.” I groan.

I pull and push. I feel the burn of his fingers stretching me. I pull upward gripping the headboard.

I pull and push.

I’m riding his fingers. I’m fucking his fingers.

I pull and push.

My body seizes. My thighs shake. I fall to the bed panting. Heaving.

Slowly he lies beside me. I crawl into his arms and hold tight. My heaving turns into an uncontrollable sob. The tears flow but I’m quiet. I cry into his chest. I’m overwhelmed. The emotions are flood like my orgasms and I am at the mercy of my mind.

“You ok?” He whispers into the top of my head. He’s concerned.

I shake my head yes. I’m ok but I’m not. It’s not him, it’s me.

I wipe the tears away and plant a kiss on his flesh. I can’t wait to write “The End” on this book.

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