speechless

I enjoy when a man talks dirty to me, but I take more than I give back. I rarely say the words that a guy wants to hear. The other night, I told my partner that I'm "more vocal than verbal." I'm more of a moaner (and sometimes screamer) than a dirty talker.

He looked at me and said, "What kind of porn writer are you? Don't your characters talk dirty?"

Some of them do. I have no problem having my characters get outright nasty and filthy with their language. When someone whispers those things into my ear, I get so turned on. Yet, I have trouble saying the same things out loud.

What is my problem? Maybe I need to practice. There are all these sexy/kinky things I want to say, but my mouth won't cooperate. I need to ease into it until I am comfortable. I don't want to waste the dirty words that float in my head.

Blog note: "Gym Adventure" will continue tomorrow.

Gym Adventure pt. 3

When we entered the weights area, all eyes were on me. But just for a few seconds. We were regulars, so the other members acknowledged us with a nod and went back to their routines. We never talked with the regulars, only said hello once in a while. The hardcore regulars weren't there to socialize; they were there to work out and go home.

Still men can't help being men. While James warmed up on the bike, I sat on the mats to stretch. I was in front of the mirrors, so I could several sets of wide eyes aimed at my reflection. I spread my legs into a wide V and stretched my arms towards my toes. One-two, one-two...I glanced at my reflection and saw that my shorts rode up a bit. You could see my upper thighs and just the slightest hint of my mound.

James yawned loudly, and I saw two members jump slightly. I suppressed a laugh and continued my stretching. The crowd was mixed: a few old timers, two college-age youngsters, three middle-aged guys. I didn't really pay attention to any particular person. I thought that if someone wants to peek, then he is free to do so. I enjoyed the attention, but I wasn't there to flirt. There is a very thin line between showing off and flirting, and I knew that well. That's why I didn't really make substantial eye contact with any particular person. Maybe that is being cruel, but that is the arrangement that James established. They can look, but I don't look back. After he was warmed up, James walked towards me with a sly grin on his face. "I think we should work on your arms tonight. I'll help you."

I sat on one weight bench, and he sat on the one next to me. We were both facing the wall-length mirror. I straddled the bench and spread my legs. Again my shorts rode up to my upper thighs. James grinned and handed my 7.5 lb. free weights. I started with bicep curls. As I counted my reps, I noticed how my top accentuated the contours of my breasts. I glanced around the room, and I saw that the entire crew was trying so hard not to stare. Two guys actually stopped their workouts to walk around the floor. One started walking towards me, noticed James' broad shoulders, and went to the water fountain instead.

I was done with my biceps. James gave me 10 lb. weights and went to work on the 65 lb. ones for himself. I did two sets of shoulder presses and kept track of the gazes around us. Most of the guys continued to work on the weight machines, looking at me once in a while between reps. My shoulders were sore, so I dropped the weights on the floor. I stretched my arms over my head and leaned back to stretch out my back. When I was upright again, I saw that my shorts had slipped to one side. Anyone who saw my reflection could see a glimpse of my bare pussy.

"Oops." I tried not to grin.

To be continued...

Gym Adventure pt. 2

When we arrived at the gym, we saw one of the regulars in the parking lot. I couldn't remember his name, but he came over to say hello. He was a young guy, early 20s, intra-mural football player. Nice guy, but he gave off a stoner vibe. He and James chatted a few minutes about sports, and I felt his eyes wander towards me quite a few times. I pretended to listen to their conversation, and I tilted towards him. The evening air was chilly, and I felt my nipples harden. I knew my top didn't leave much room to the imagination, and I could sense that the kid was squirming. I almost wanted to glance down and see how much I was affecting him. By then, their chat had tapered off, and James was ready to go inside.

He patted me on the butt as we walked towards the entrance. He said, "Damn, I thought that guy's eyes were going to pop right out of his head." He chuckled.

He went into the locker room to store his jacket and keys. I didn't bring anything so I waited for him outside. One of the members walked by and said, "Why, hello there!" His eyes flitted on my top, and he blushed a little. I thought it was cute and smiled in response. He gave me a tiny salute and walked towards the exit.

James did a walk-through to check out the crowd. He said it was a small crowd, maybe a dozen in all. The aerobics class had finished earlier, so there were only two or three females around. He suggested that we work out on the second floor. He wanted to do some lifting tonight, and he saw a few acquaintances who could be his spotters.

He grabbed my hand and led me up the stairs. I could tell that he was looking forward to our little adventure. I knew he enjoyed the public teasing as much, maybe more, than I did. When we first started dating, he would buy me tight tops and short-shorts. He said that I had a great body and that it was a waste if I didn't show it off. At first, I felt self-conscious, but I started to enjoy the attention. Since I only dressed that way when I was with him, I felt completely comfortable with myself. He's a big guy, so most admirers know better than to make their stares too obvious.

James said that I was a closet exhibitionist. I'm not sure if that's actually the case. I enjoy dressing up for him, because he likes it. I love how excited he gets when we're out. I love that he can hardly keep his hands from my body. I especially love the hot, sweaty sex we have after our public adventures. I don't know if I'm an exhibitionist. Just a horny girl with a slightly narcissistic streak. I know I look good, and I don't mind if guys notice that either. As long as James is around as a barrier, I feel fine with strutting around without underwear.

To be continued...

Gym Adventure pt. 1

(another story from my Literotica days - 2004. Note that I'm posting this unedited, so the story is more raw than my usual stuff.)

By the time my boyfriend came home, I was already dressed for the gym. That morning I had mentioned that it had been a while since we went to the gym together. I thought it was time for a nice hot adventure. He took the hint right away and suggested a late workout. It was Tuesday, and only the hardcore regulars would be around after 9:30pm.

James stalked into the apartment with a scowl on his face. I knew he had been having a hard time training the new staff members. He glanced at me, took two steps, and looked back. His frown lines eased a bit, and he asked, "Is that a new outfit?"

I rolled my eyes. "No, you've seen this before." I ran my hands over my white crop top. The cotton-spandex blend hugged my breasts, showing off my natural bounce. James came closer to touch my blue running shorts. I had cut 2 inch slits up the sides to show off my legs. I rolled up the waistband of my shorts and wore them low. I glimpsed my boyfriend's hard-on, and I knew that my outfit was top-notch.

James pulled me into a tight embrace, and I lay my head on his firm chest. When we first met, I was intimidated by his size. He is 6'4'' with massive arms and broad shoulders. As long as he stays away from fried foods, his body fat hovers around 9%. In the past two years, he lifted less and did more cardio. As a result, his build became leaner, and I encouraged that.

He leaned over and lifted me into his arms. I wrapped my legs around his waist and nuzzled my face into his beard. It turned me on that he could just pick me up and carry me all over the place. At 5'1'' I had a fetish for very tall guys. I enjoyed the feeling of being wrapped up into long arms. Our size difference became non-existent in the bedroom. We were a perfect fit, in more ways than one.

After a brief make-out session, he was ready to go. His cock felt rock-hard, and I admired his self-restraint. His touch had made my pussy wet, and I worried that you could notice the damp spot on my shorts. At his request, I took off my panties and decided to go commando for the night. He was in a feisty mood, and so was I.

To be continued...

keyword erotica

I'm going to try a writing experiment using the keywords on my statcounter. I'll take the most popular keyword/phrase and write a quickie about it.

The first phrase in today's list: "I slid my hand under her skirt"

* * * *

As I opened the car door for her, she surprised me with a kiss. It wasn't just any sweet kiss. She spun me around, pushed me against the car, and pressed her soft lips against mine. She caught me by surprise, but I wasn't complaining. Despite the bold move, she seemed nervous. Her hands fluttered up and down my arms until I grabbed them. I put her hands on my waist and wrapped her in my arms. She melted into my embrace and parted her lips.

I sucked her bottom lip into my mouth, pressed lightly with my teeth. I tasted her with my tongue as she moaned into my mouth. She tilted her hips forward until she ground against my hard on. I opened one eye to see if we had any company. So far the parking lot was empty, but I didn't want to take any chances.

I stepped into the passenger seat and pulled her with me. As she straddled my waist, I closed the car door. Even when I pushed the seat back, it was a tight fit but I had enough room to maneuver. Kissing her once more, I tugged her straps down her shoulders. I sucked her caramel-colored nipple into my mouth. First one then the other, rolling them gently with my tongue. She moaned and ground against me harder.

I slid my hand under her skirt. My eyes went wide. "You minx. You're not wearing any panties."

She grinned in response.

I lifted her hips to get access to my zipper. I didn't even take time to take my pants off. I pulled myself out of my boxers and slid inside her. She was as tight and wet as I anticipated. It took me a lot of willpower to keep from coming right there. I grabbed her by the hips and bounced her on my cock. She moaned quietly like she was afraid of making too much noise. Or maybe she was always this quiet. I couldn't wait to see if she could be more vocal.

She shuddered once as she came. Almost demure. I groaned as I came inside her. I helped her slide off me, and I opened the car door. As I took the passenger seat, she hesitated before sitting down.

"What's wrong, baby?"

"I think I'm going to get your seat all wet."

I laughed. "It's okay, honey. Just sit and be comfortable." After that after-dinner treat, a wet seat was the last thing I was worried about.

* * *

Too sexy to buy books?

Gracie Passette aka The Marketing Whore posted a comment she received from Shel Israel, author of Naked Confessions. Basically she reviewed his book, he commented on her perceived anonymity, and she responded with an interview opportunity. (You can read her entire post here.)

His response: "...I think I'll pass on the interview. I've been reducing the interviews I do anyway as I get into writing my new book. But more than that, I just don't see much potential business for me with your target audience."

Say again? What is that supposed to mean? That folks in the adult industry wouldn't be interested in a book about blogging and marketing? Oh, I get it. Those kind of books are for the "real" business professionals, right? Those of us in the adult/erotic industry can't possibly be interested in a book about marketing, blogging, and business.

Oh, please.

Gracie sums up the problem: Lots of folks dismiss our business. And they write us off as "being sex" rather than being in the business of sex.


Exactly. This is the reason that I'm careful about telling people what I write for a living. People need to look beyond labels. Yes, I write adult/erotic fiction. Does that mean you know the real me? I may write about sex, but I've got a brain and I'm not afraid to use it.

If you can relate to this, please post this on your blog, pass the link around, or contact Shel Israel. Let him know that we *are* a part of the audience.

short goodbye

He kisses me on the forehead. "I guess this is goodbye for a while."

I tickle his earlobe with my lips. "Goodbye? You're coming back, right?"

"Smart ass."

"I'm going to miss you while you're gone. It's going to be a long week."

"I'm going to miss you, too, honey."

I slide my lips down his body. "Let me give you something to remember me by. Like you said, it'll be a long week."

I take his hardness into my mouth. Take him all the way in, wrapping my lips around the base of his shaft. He grabs me by the hair. Hard. Pulls me upward and flips me on my back.

"I want you to remember me," he whispers. His face disappears between my thighs. For a long while, I can't think of anything but his mouth and tongue on me. I wrap him tight between my thighs, my hands tangled in his hair.

I stare at the ceiling and try to steady my breathing. His mouth moves up until his teeth graze my neck. "You think that'll hold you over for a week?"

"We'll see." I grab his cock and guide him inside me.

snapshot

Morning calm. I can tell his eyes are half-open even though I can't see him. He puts my hand on his hardening cock.

"Tell me what you want, baby."

I'm always speechless around him. I don't know why. I've never been the shy girl, never the coy one. Really I don't know what to say.

He wraps my hand around his shaft. "Tell me what you want. You want this?"

My whispered "yes" sounds breathy. It barely leaves my lips.

He's not satisfied with that. "Tell me what you want."

"I want you." My voice sound teeny tiny.

"Tell me how."

I take a deep breath and let it all out. "I want you inside me." My face burns from the admission. We both know it, but voicing my desires is something different.

He takes my hand off him. Rolls on top of me. "I'll give you what you want."

Indeed.

conversation: 4 A.M.

My hand rests on his cock. His hand is between my legs. Not really doing anything, just there to provide a little warmth.

I ask him: "So what do you think about oral sex?"

His smile glows in the dark. "What about it?"

"Do you prefer giving or receiving?"

Shrug. "It depends on the person. Both, I guess."

"Unusual. Most guys like to receive more than give." My hand circles him tighter.

"Every guy is different. I like to please. I like being pleased. Given the choice between sucking and fucking, I'll take fucking. But I'm not going to turn down a blowjob."

"And do you want one right now?"

"Only if you want..."

I grip him in my hand. Tight. "Well, do you?"

"It's what you want. Only if you want a dick in your mouth."

I grin and descend towards him. He disappears into the tight O of my lips. I forget about the slow tease and milk him with my mouth. It doesn't take long for him to come. After I catch my breath, I dab at the corner of my lips with a tissue. Dirty and dainty, all wrapped in one.

I rest my head on his heaving chest. "So do you prefer giving or receiving?"

His deep laughter gives me the answer.

re-jec-ted

A few months ago I sent in an application to a near-by graduate school. Years ago I thought about pursuing a MFA in Creative Writing, but I never applied anywhere. This year I was determined to apply to at least one program to see if I could get in.

Well, I received a letter from them today. As soon as I saw the thin, business-sized envelope, I knew it was a rejection letter. Acceptance letters tend to come in big packets. A quick scan confirmed it was true...they said they only accept 6 in the fiction department every year. I don't know how many people apply to the program, but 6 is quite a small number.

I was discouraged for a few minutes. Rejection never feels good, but it didn't really hurt. I wasn't sure if the MFA program was right for me. I wasn't sure if I was ready for the classroom again. I guess I won't have to worry about that anymore. I'll take my education the old fashioned way...by writing, submitting, and writing some more. You know what...that's fine with me.

Sugasm #74

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"Occasionally he'd push it further inside me, from where it had involuntarily escaped due to slickness and enthusiastic vibrations."

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story worthy?

Every once in a while, I check my spam box. My email filters work pretty well, but sometimes they send legitimate emails to spam. So I have to wade through the endless promos about online meds, real estate ventures, lottery scams, and of course ED.

The latest string of spam mails have cracked me up. So far this is the favorite title: "Get a visit from the big dick fairy" I think that's the most imaginative get-it-bigger spam I've seen yet.

I'm thinking that someone has to make a story about that. Perhaps a quasi-mythical tale about the Big Dick Fairy...maybe I should work on that. It could be the next big superhero.

wiped out

I haven't been getting enough sleep lately. I'll go to sleep around 1 am and wake up around 5. I try to go back to sleep, but I can't. I think about getting up to write, but it's too cold. So I just lay in bed and stare at the ceiling until I fall asleep around 7 or 8.

In college, I used to go through brief periods of insomnia. I hope it's not back. So far it's been less than a week, so I'm hoping my sleep schedule will get back to normal. I've had a lot on my mind lately so I'm sure that's not helping matters. I've been thinking about the big picture questions: career, success, love. All these thoughts bombard me during the day and continue at night.

In a few months, I'll be 31. I want to say that I'm happy with what I've accomplished as a 31 year old. In a way, I am but I want more. I want a more successful career. I want to be able to take a vacation this year. I want a nicer car. I want to fall in love. I'm thinking about all of these things, and the thoughts are overwhelming at times.

I'm tired, and I'm restless. I'm worried about the future. I look forward to the future. This is me at the moment.

In the Back Row pt. 5

I pulled on my dress but left the buttons open. He had his coat over me, and we literally sprinted to his car. I may have short legs, but I'm pretty fast. I guess we were both too eager. After checking for security guards, I climbed into the backseat of his SUV. I took the dress off again, and he licked me to make sure I was still wet. I was dripping, but I wanted one last lick. I got on all fours on the seat, and he stood next to the door. He would keep an eye out of anyone walking by. I was naked, on my hands and knees, and he was still dressed. I thought that was really hot. It made me feel like some slut about to service a stranger.

He unzipped his pants, and his long thick cock looked ready and eager. I offered him a blowjob, but he declined. He said he wanted pussy, and that was fine by me. He slipped on a condom, and we were both ready. I told him to be gentle, since it might be a tight fit. He eased the tip of his cock into me slowly. I was soaking wet, and I leaned back into him. He started rocking his hips until he was all the way inside me. I thought it would be painful, but it wasn't. It just felt so good; every inch of me was filled.

We slowly worked into a rhythm. His hips started rocking faster and faster. I felt myself pushing against him, pushing more of his cock inside me. Soon I was matching his beat, moving my hips against his. I could feel my thighs getting wet. I urged him on with my grunts, and his moans soon matched mine. I wanted it deeper and told him so. He responded with strong thrusts, his hands grabbing my hips and slamming me against his cock. I held back my screams and moaned into the car seat.

He pushed down on my upper back until my head was on the seat and my ass was high in the air. From that angle, penetration felt even deeper. I could feel his cock hit my cervix. It was painful but felt good at the same time. His strokes turned from slow and gentle to rough and fast. I liked it even more. He was murmuring my name over and over, and I gushed all over his cock.

His hand on my hips, cock pumping into me, he leaned close to my face and whispers, "come for me again." And I do. He hit it deeper and faster. "Come for me." I shudder, my muscles convulsing on him. We're both covered in sweat, and his thighs are sticky with my come. He tells me he's getting close. I turned my face towards him and said, "I want to watch you come." He nodded, pumped me a few more times, and flipped me over.

I'm on my back, still shaking, gasping. He tore the condom off and showed me his huge cock. He stroked himself once, twice. He groaned and the first shot covered my nipples. The second gets me across the mouth. I licked my lips. The rest gets all over my stomach. I've never seen someone come so much at one time. My mouth and upper body are covered in his come.

Being the gentleman that he is, he retrieved a towel from under the seat and wipes me off. After such a deep fucking, he's so gentle when cleaning me up. Not only is he sexy, but he's a nice person as well.

I looked at him with a huge smile on my face. "I like you."

He seemed suprised but then says, "Thank you. I like you, too."

Usually I let the guy make the first move. In this case, I decided to go for it. "So when can I see you again?"

He didn't even hesitate. "You want to get a nightcap somewhere? I know this place that makes great pecan pie."

Pie is my favorite dessert. "This could be the start of a beautiful friendship, my dear." And I meant it.

The End

In the Back Row pt. 4

As he manhandled my breasts with his mouth, one hand slipped between my legs. He muttered, "oh, so wet." I moaned in agreement. Breast play really gets me going. His fingers slid over my wet pussy lips. I felt the tip of one finger enter me, and it felt so good. I was in heat, and I spread my legs wide for his touch. His long finger entered me, slipping inside easily. He put a second finger inside, and I could feel my wetness gushing over him.

He took his fingers out of me and sucked them. Then he kissed me deep. As I was recovering from the kiss, he put his fingers on my clit and began stroking it just the way I like it. He put his two fingers inside my pussy and used his thumb to stimulate my clit. It was better than any vibrator I've ever had. I was getting the best handjob of my life.

The seat beneath me was getting so wet, and I felt a little guilty about that. The next patron was going to be in for quite a surprise. Everything felt so good that I didn't care. His magic fingers coaxed a short orgasm from me, and I moaned into his hot mouth. His fingers and thumb kept rubbing faster and faster, and I came again. It's like he had a robotic hand that just wouldn't quit. The second orgasm came in long waves, and I slumped back in my seat.

With his fingers still inside, he slid to the ground. It was a tight fit, but he was able to kneel in front of me. He put his mouth on my clit and sucked it into his mouth. His fingers hooked upwards and further into me. I immediately exploded, and my body started to shake. I didn't even know I could have multiple orgasms. I had always assumed that was an urban myth.

I had my head back on the seat. When we first started, I had one eye out for any passers-by. Now I didn't care at all. My clit and pussy throbbed, and I didn't care who knew it.

He continued to eat me like I was the most delicious thing he'd ever tasted. He used his tongue and lips all over me and in me. I pulled his head up for a quick kiss, and I licked my juices off his mouth and chin. The bottom of his face was soaking wet. He bent down again and pressed his face between my thighs. He licked me in long smooth strokes, all the way from the clit, down my slit, to my asshole, and starting all over again.

We had agreed that our first meeting didn't have to lead to full sex. At that moment I was so wet and ready that I needed to feel cock pumping inside me. I whispered my intentions into his ear. I could feel him grin, and he answered, "my car's parked in the quiet corner of the lot." That was good enough for me.

To be continued...

In the Back Row pt. 3

He attacked my lips, and I responded. In seconds his hands were all over my bra, exploring, squeezing. My nipples hardened under his large hands. Then I did what I wanted to do from the minute I saw him. I put my right hand in his lap and squeezed his crotch. He was already rock hard under my grip. I had seen him in his full glory from pictures. I knew he was on the larger side of the spectrum, and I was curious about how that would feel in my hand. I had been with well-endowed men, but he was by far the biggest of the bunch. I'm not a size queen, but I was really curious.

His hands turned rougher against my breasts, and I liked that. I moaned into his ear and started to stroke his cock through his pants. His busy fingers groped the back of my bra, and I said, "the hook's in the front." He unhooked it right away and slipped my bra off in one clean motion. I unbuttoned the last button of my dress. You could see my body all the way to my navel. He leaned back to study me some more while I fondled and played with his solid cock.

I could see his teeth as he grinned. I wanted his mouth all over me. I reached over to unbuckle his belt, but he held my hand on him. "Not so fast," he said. "I'm not done with you yet."

He leaned towards me, and his arms gripped the top of my dress. He pulled down, and I was suddenly topless. I tried to grab my dress, but his grip was strong. He kept shushing me, so I decided to be still. He took his jacket off my lap and slipped my dress entirely off me. I was now sitting completely nude in a movie theater.

I looked around, but I didn't see any curious eyes locked on me. I could see a few couples making out, but everyone else was focussed on the movie. A put his lips to my ear and said, "don't worry. I'll keep you safe. Now let me see that pretty body."

I was nervous, but a part of me was thrilled. Besides from skinny dipping in a lake, this was the first time I've been nude in public. I know people weren't watching me, but the thought that anyone could get up at that moment and see my breasts and my pussy...well just the thought sent shivers down my spine. I felt the wetness between my thighs, and I knew this was turning me on.

Obviously this was turning on my date as well. He let his eyes and hands wander all over my body. A touch here, a squeeze there, never lingering too long in one place. He bent down and took my nipple into his mouth. I closed my eyes and leaned back in my chair. He licked and sucked first one nipple, then the other, back again. He tried to suck my entire breast into his mouth. He squeezed my tits together and put both nipples into his mouth. I was in heaven. He knew I had sensitive nipples, and he nibbled on them.

I tried to stroke him again, but the angle was all wrong and my arms were too short. He didn't seem to mind. He said I could take care of him afterwards. Right now it was all about me. How nice for a change. I knew that this one could be a great fuck buddy.

To be continued...