Gracie\'s Playground

This Isn’t A Love Story
Tuesday February 14th 2012, 12:03 pm
Filed under: BohoCrush,Fleshbot,Masochist,Oral

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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11 Comments so far
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A woman who understands how sensitive my frenulum is . . . is a woman whose throat I want to fill with my cock.

Comment by Hardin Reddy 02.14.12 @ 12:34 pm

Hardin, Is that the medical term? I like it.

Comment by Dark Gracie ® 02.15.12 @ 9:54 am

a story that means I can’t leave my desk for a while

Comment by Shy Geek 02.14.12 @ 2:13 pm

Shy Geek, Very good to hear. I like knowing I can get people aroused by written word.

Comment by Dark Gracie ® 02.15.12 @ 9:54 am

I hope you also liked the little story I sent you a while back

Comment by Shy Geek 02.15.12 @ 12:48 pm

Shy Geek, It was ok. I am a very picky reader when it comes to stories.

Comment by Dark Gracie ® 02.15.12 @ 2:32 pm

Assertive. Straight to the point. No corporate-ruined holiday. Just pure lust.
Thanks. Great stuff.

Comment by Subtle Pleasures 02.15.12 @ 2:15 pm

Subtle Pleasures, Thank you very much. 🙂

Comment by Dark Gracie ® 02.15.12 @ 2:32 pm

this story hit a chord with someone…and I shared it…and she was in awe. thanks!

Comment by nate 02.22.12 @ 10:08 am

Very good to hear Nate! That makes me happy.

Comment by Dark Gracie ® 02.23.12 @ 9:47 am

Love story. Lust story. A hybrid. Yessss.

Comment by X 04.25.12 @ 10:49 pm

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