Private Show pt. 5

I rubbed my clit for him. We both watched as I fucked myself with three fingers. I heard him groan, but my eyes never left the screen. I saw a splash of white cross the monitor, and I felt his warm come on my pussy. He soaked my pussy lips with his come, and I rubbed his come into me. I was slick with his heat, and I rubbed, pinched, stroked my clit faster and faster. My fingers were covered with his come and my juices. I moaned, and I watched as my thighs started to tremble. I closed my eyes, and Charlie forced me to look up. "Watch yourself. See what I see."

I shoved my fingers hard inside me, and I pinched my clit. As I started to come, I watched my pussy shake and quiver. My clit danced beneath my fingers. My lips clenched, and I felt the rush of orgasm. I watched my hips thrusting towards my fingers. Charlie leaned over and pinched both of my nipples. I squirmed under his touch, and I started to shake. My clit was so sensitive, but I kept rubbing it. I wanted to stretch out my orgasm. I wanted to come over and over.

Charlie pushed my hand away and grabbed my clit between his two fingers. He used his other hand to massage my pussy lips. He inserted one finger inside me, and I tried to tell him to stop. I didn't say anything; I just moaned. I didn't want him to stop. My clit was so tender, but it felt so good.

When his second finger entered me, another wave of orgasm exploded through me. This time I did close my eyes. I felt his fingers working over me, his hands soaked with my come. My legs were trembling, and I felt tingles all over my body. When I finally opened my eyes, I said, "wow."

Charlie smiled at me. "Did you like that?"

"You know I did." I showed him the wet spot I had left. "See?" I giggled. I was feeling light-headed.

He frowned a little. "There's just one thing."

"Uh-oh. What?"

"I forgot to press record. I got so excited that I thought I did."

I laughed because he looked so disappointed. "That's okay."

He laid his head on my stomach. "Yeah, but I wish I had. I mean, that was unbelievably hot. I would have liked to watch it over and over. Watching you come so hard...so hot."

"Don't worry," I told him. I ran my fingers through his damp hair. "There's always next time." I was definitely looking forward to a next time.

THE END

Private Show pt. 4

Again I said, "Tell me what to do."

His voice was low. "Touch your pussy lips for me."

I rested my fingers on my clit and started to rub. I was soaking wet from the first orgasm. My cunt felt warm and slick with my juices.

"Touch your tits with the other hand."

My hand circled my nipples, stopping to pinch each one. I massaged my clit with the other hand. I watched my juices dripping from my pussy. I think I heard Charlie groan under his breath. His arm was moving faster, and I spread my legs wider.

"Yeah, that's it. Spread that pussy for me. Spread your lips. Open it up for me." Charlie's voice was a half-growl.

I spread my lips with my left hand. I put two fingers of my right hand inside me. I started to thrust my fingers hard into my pussy. He moaned, "Yeah, that's it." I stretched myself open with my fingers.

"Use three fingers," he demanded.

I inserted the third finger and moaned. I could feel my pussy stretch around my three fingers. I pressed my fingers deep inside me. I rubbed my clit faster. I watched my pussy on the computer screen. I was so wet that the sheets beneath me were damp with my juices. I saw myself stretched wide open. Charlie said, "Wider." I spread my thighs as far as possible. I felt so exposed, vulnerable, wanting. He moved the camera closer to me. My cunt glistened.

Charlie stood, and I saw his thick hard cock in front of me. He climbed onto the bed and kneeled next to me. He positioned his cock over me, but he didn't touch me. "Keep touching yourself," he said. "You're going to make me come."

To be continued...

I'm leaving for Comic Con tomorrow. No new blog updates until Sunday. Miss me!

Private Show pt. 3

[Part 1 is here]

As he was stroking himself, I was rubbing myself harder. My fingers were so slick, and I slipped two inside the warm folds of my pussy. My lips felt swollen, but my pussy was tight around my fingers. I watched his cock, and I felt the first waves of an orgasm. I moaned into the pillow, my clit throbbing under my fingertips.

I opened my eyes and saw Charlie looking at me. I wanted him inside me. I spread my legs wide for him, and his eyes went to my pussy.

He stood up, and his cock was right in front of my face. I reached for him, but he stopped my hand. "I want to try something. I want to record you on camera. I want to watch you touch yourself. Can you do that for me?"

I was so turned on that I nodded. "It's just for you, okay? Don't send it over the net or anything."

"I promise. We'll record it, and if you don't like it, I'll erase it. Okay?"

"Okay. Tell me what you want to see." I looked at the screen, and I saw the entire length of my body. The camera pointed right at my pussy. I spread my legs more, and I looked at my open pussy.

Charlie sat back in his chair and turned towards the monitor. He watched the screen and started stroking his cock again.

To be continued...

Private Show pt. 2

I already knew what I wanted to try. I told him, "Sit in your chair and show me what you do when you're online. I want to see exactly what they see."

He thought about it for a moment. "Are you sure? I know you said it's okay that I play online, but I don't want you to feel uncomfortable."

"I'll stop you if it gets uncomfortable. I just want to know how you play when you're alone."

"Okay." He placed the cam on his desk and turned his chair around. I laid on the bed, watching the back of his chair and the computer monitor. The view centered on his half-hard cock.

He said, "I never show my face. Most couples just want to see a large cock anyway."

"Braggart."

"No, just cocky." He laughed at his own joke.

I focused on the monitor. He had his hand around the shaft, and he was slowly stroking himself. He leaned back in his chair and sighed. I could hear him taking deeper breaths. His hand moved over the head of his cock, back to the shaft, squeezing, stroking. I wanted to kneel by his chair and take him into my mouth, but I restrained myself. I wanted to enjoy this show.

"So do you chat with people while you're camming?"

"No, it's too hard to type with one hand. I just let people watch, and I do my own thing. If they want to log off in the middle, whatever. I just like knowing that someone's watching." His hand encircled his cock, slowly moving up and down, up and down.

"Hmmm...It's a nice view." My hand wandered to my sensitive clit. I rubbed my clit slowly with two fingers. I was still moist from fucking, and I felt myself getting more wet.

I told him, "Just pretend that I'm not here. Do your own thing."

He glanced back and noticed my busy hand. He grinned and turned back to the cam. His strokes changed from long and slow to short and fast. His fingers circled his shaft, and his hips started moving a bit. He was milking his hard cock. His shaft looked so huge and thick, and his head looked much bigger than usual. Now I understand why some women liked to watch a man masturbate. Watching his cock, wanting to touch him, wanting to take that cock in my mouth and my pussy. The anticipation was killing me.

To be continued...

Private Show pt. 1

[another story from the personal archives. This is a slightly edited version of a story that appeared on Literotica, October 2005.]

I was on top, and my legs were starting to get tired. Charlie looked up at me and grinned. We hadn't been dating for too long, but I knew that look. I paused in mid-stroke and said, "What?"

He said, "Do you want to play with the web cam?"

I leaned back with his cock still inside me. "Hmmm..."

He said, "It's entirely up to you. I don't want to pressure you or anything..."

We had talked about it before. I was curious, but I had never played with a web cam. I knew he was into it, and I was open to trying it out. We had been dating for almost a year, and we were eager to add something new to our sex life. I shrugged and said, "Sure, why not?"

"Okay. Let me go find it."

He found the web cam and plugged it into his computer. His face was a little flushed, so I knew he was getting turned on. I glanced down, and his cock was still hard. I lay back on the bed as he got everything set up.

When we first started to get serious, he had casually mentioned that he owned a web cam. He seemed nervous when he told me, as if he was worried that I'd think he was a freak. I told him that I didn't own one, but I don't have any problems with him having one. He seemed relieved by my blase attitude, and later I asked him about his web cam adventures. He told me that he liked to show off, usually to straight couples. I admitted that I have some exhibitionist tendencies. I showed him the jpegs that I had taken of myself. He was quite impressed and thought I should post them on the web. He said that he could black out my face, but I was still unsure. That's when I told him that we should play with the cam together some time. If there's someone with me, maybe I wouldn't feel so self-conscious.

He turned the monitor towards me. "There you are."

I got my glasses from the nightstand. I saw my legs, my stomach, my breasts. "Wow." I crossed my legs and opened them slightly. "Damn, my boobs look pretty good from this angle."

He laughed. "Damn right! They're fantastic." He came over and cupped my breasts together with one hand. My eyes were on the computer screen. He whispered, "See how delicious you look?"

I was going to say something, but Charlie leaned over to suck on my nipples. I groaned and closed my eyes. "No, open your eyes," he commanded. He angled the camera, so that we could see down the entire length of my body. I adjusted slightly, and I spread my legs for the camera. For the first time, I was watching my pussy, seeing how wet and swollen I looked, looking at what he sees when he goes down on me. I was already wet from fucking, and I could see my plumped, pink lips.

He stopped licking and sat in his chair. He pulled the chair closer to the bed. "So what do you think? Is this too weird?"

"No." I looked into his eyes. "Not weird. Different but not weird."

"You look good. Really. You have a great body; any man would be lucky to see it."

"Aww, come here." We kissed, our hands still, only our mouths touching, sucking, savoring. He leaned back and whispered, "You're so beautiful."

This time I blushed. I glanced at the camera again. "Is this going out over the net?"

"Heck, no. I wouldn't do that without asking you." He re-adjusted the cam, so that it was centered on my breasts. "Do you want to go online?"

"No...not yet. It's my first time, you know."

"Okay, so what do you want to do?"

To be continued....

About the Other Night pt. 4

Subject: Re: Tomorrow

Date: 1/22/2004 6:12 AM Pacific Standard Time

To: ******@yahoo.com

From: k*******@aol.com

I hope you get this email before you leave. I'll give you a call when I get to the hotel room, but I thought you'd like a nice preview. Your last few emails and IMs made me so hot that I can't wait to see you. I never thought that you'd have such a naughty side. You were so shy when we were dating. Then again, so was I. What a difference a few years make. You know you could probably do well as an erotica writer. =)

I think it would be better if I meet you in your room. We could always go out to dinner afterwards. I made a stop at Victoria's Secret last night, and I think you'll like what I got for you. Yes, I have been fantasizing about what I want to do with you. Yesterday I read over that last email you sent and my panties got so wet. I rubbed my clit thinking about your hard cock rubbing against my lips. I would like to get down on my knees and try to take your cock all the way into my mouth, maybe down my throat. I never told you this before, but I always loved going down on you. I love how crazy you get, pumping your cock in and out of my mouth, grabbing handfuls of my hair.

I'm going to suck you until you beg me to stop. When you can't take it anymore, I strip and climp atop the big bed. I get on all fours, exposing my round ass to you. Your cock is still wet from my mouth and you know you want to be inside somewhere warm and slick. I rub my clit while you roll on a condom. You approach the bed and admire the way my ass looks. You reach down and fill me with one, then two fingers. I squirm against you as you thrust your fingers into me. You spread my pussy lips with one hand and use the other hand to guide your cock towards me.

Yes, you love how slick my pussy feels and you want me right away. You push your cock into me with one hard stroke. I moan, and you love hearing me. You grab my hips tight, and you pump your cock deep inside me with fast strokes. I feel my tits bouncing with each movement, and my thighs are getting so wet. You're slamming into me so hard that I'm moaning louder and louder. Your cock is so deep that it almost hurts but feels good at the same time.

You love watching my body bounce with each stroke. You watch your cock enter me over and over again, much better than any porn flick. My pussy feels tight, but you love how I can take all of your hard cock. You love how you can stretch me out like no one else could. You feel yourself getting closer, and you start thrusting so hard that I feel like I'm going to fly off the bed. You can feel my muscles gripping your cock as I reach orgasm. You can't hold off any longer, and you thrust into me deeper than before. You pump into me, and you cum so hard that your knees are shaking. You collapse next to me, and we're both trembling from the aftershock...

You like that? Yes, this is how I imagine our fantasy fuck. I think the reality might be better than any fantasy. At least I hope so. Look forward to seeing you tomorrow.

Kiss kiss,

K
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THE END

About the Other Night pt. 3

Subject: Re: re: More (please!!)

Date: 1/15/2004 11:03 AM Pacific Standard Time

To: ******@yahoo.com

From: k*******@aol.com

That was quite a naughty response, mister! I didn't know you could be so ahem, kinky. *grin* Anyway where was I? I wish someone would have taken a picture of us right then and there. It was too perfect. My bare breasts rubbing your face, your lean torso exposed, my bottom grinding into your groin...I still think about that moment. I suppose we could have stopped and come to our senses. You know I was almost afraid that you would stop. If you didn't want to go further, I would have understood. It might have been humiliating, but I would have gotten over it. Thankfully you put your arms around my waist and asked if it was okay if we went to your bedroom. It took a lot of restraint not to yell out "oh god yes!"

You were so gentle when you lay me down on the bed. You literally peeled my shorts off me. I think you were a little shocked to discover that I was bare down there. I wasn't sure if you would like the shaved look, but it seemed like you did. When you ran your tongue across my bare wet lips...damn, I can't even describe it. To be honest, the memory of that still makes me wet. I saw your dark eyes peering up at me, your mouth buried between my legs. When we kissed, I could taste myself on your tongue. It turned you on when I licked my juices off your chin, I could tell.

Is this making you hot right now? I bet you're getting hard as you read this. (When is your conference over anyway? wish you were here!) You know, I never really liked receiving oral sex before. You are the only exception. I wish you would have let me go down on you, because you looked good enough to eat. I'll be blunt, but damn you've got thenicest cock I've ever seen. Good length, thick enough, nice head...gorgeous! I would love to lick and suck you off next time (yes, next time!!) =)

That night was a little rushed, but it was still good. You touched me and kept saying wow you are so wet. I usually get wet during foreplay, but it was your tongue that got me really worked up. As you rolled on the condom, I lay back on the bed and spread my legs as wide as I could. You felt so warm stretched out on top of me. I felt your cock rubbing against my bare lips, and I felt tingles all over my body. When he pushed your entire cock inside me, I knew that it was going to be as good as I had anticipated. You knew it had been a while since I'd been with anyone, so you were really gentle. You slid in and out of me in long, slow strokes. I could feel the tip of your cock rubbing back and forth against my opening. I wanted you to pound me hard and deep, but I was too shy to say anything. Like you said, we have always had a really good fit. Your cock felt so warm and it filled me up so nicely. In case you were dying to know, yes, I really did cum, and yes, it was good.

I'm looking forward to our next time. Just so you should know, you don't have to be that gentle. I promise I'm not that fragile.

Miss you,

K.

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To Be Continued...

About the Other Night pt. 2

Subject: Re: More

Date: 1/12/2004 3:10 AM Pacific Standard Time

To: ******@yahoo.com

From: k*******@aol.com

Okay, I wasn't expecting that response, but I'm glad that you enjoyed that last email. If you had been more open-minded about things, maybe we would have stayed together. In any case, I'm glad that we can be honest and upfront about everything. I was a little worried about your reaction. First things first... I know you probably think that you seduced me, but it was the other way around. I feel bad about this, but I planned for us to be alone at your place. I never invited D and C to watch a movie with us. They don't even know about what happened. Not yet anyway. I saw you admire that tight outfit when we went out shopping a few weeks ago. I knew I would look good in those short-shorts and white halter top. I remember that time you said I look good in white, because it contrasts with my dark hair and eyes. You see, I remember these things! I decided that I wouldn't wear a bra that night, and I noticed you staring. You tried not to, but you couldn't help it.

I won't embarrass you with the details (you better stop reading *now* if there's someone around your computers) but I loved every moment. I remember the surprised look on your face when I leaned over to kiss you. (btw you've always been a fantastic kisser.) Your mouth tasted so good that I knew I made the right move. When you thrust your fingers into my hair, I knew that there was no turning back. I don't know who undressed whom, but pretty soon I was sitting there wearing only my shorts. You had your shirt off, and I was running my hands over your hard chest. I think I surprised you again by straddling your lap. I knew it was a bold move, and I even surprised myself.

Should I continue? Am I getting too graphic? Let me know, hon.

Kisses,

K

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To Be Continued...

About the Other Night pt. 1

[back to the old school smut...I wrote this back in 2004 for Literotica.com. It's my take on the epistolary story.]


Subject: About the other night

Date: 1/10/2004 2:12 AM Pacific Standard Time

To: ******@yahoo.com

From: k*******@aol.com

Dear ______.

Sorry I haven't called you back or answered any of your emails. Yep, you're right...I have been avoiding you. Every time I pick up the phone to call you, I panic and I can't do it. I thought I would write you instead, since I communicate a lot better with writing. I also want to avoid the awkwardness of a real life conversation. I hope you're not reading this at work or anything like that. I'm about to spill my guts and would rather that you be alone while reading it.

Don't worry. I know you think I'm mad or upset about what happened. In your messages, you keep apologizing. Well I just want to say that I am not sorry about what happened. You shouldn't be either. I don't regret the other night at all. In fact I regret that it had not happened sooner. I don't know if you knew this, but I have still had a crush on you for the past few years. All that time that you thought I was just your ex-girlfriend/best friend, it was all a lie. Even when I was dating R., all I could do was think about you. When you went back and forth between T, I couldn't help but feel annoyed.

On second thought, maybe crush is the wrong word. From the first moment we met, I have been in lust with you. There, I said it, lol! Your body alone drives me insane. During the summers, I watch you surfing and I just want to melt in a puddle right then and there. You know that I've always had a fetish for dark eyes, and I epecially love yours.

Didn't you ever wonder why I dated guys who looked a little like you? Tan skin and smoldering eyes. I always thought about your dating preference. I wondered if you were thinking of me when you dated the next petite, dark haired girl. Ah, but that's not the point. The point is that I've been thinking of ways to seduce you for the longest time. The other night I found my chance and went for it.

Anyway I don't regret what happened and I hope you don't either. I hope this wasn't a one time thing, but if you're not ready for more, then just tell me. If you don't want us to do this again, I won't say anything more about the subject. You'll always be my best friend, and I don't want to do anything to risk that. If you want to take some time to think about it, that's fine, too.

write back soon....*hugs*

K

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To Be Continued...

nostalgic smut

The following is the first erotic story I ever wrote. From the summer of 2004. The writing could be better, but I think the story is pretty hot. It's a quickie example of pure stroke fiction. Hope you enjoy!

Bookstore Encounter

I'm a bookworm, and I'm not ashamed to admit it. I love to spend hours in the bookstore, browsing the aisles for quality fiction, noir novels, history books, you name it. When most girls my age are hitting the bar, I'm in the local bookstore. It's not that I can't get dates. I receive enough attention from the opposite sex. I am a petite Asian female with a slim figure. I have shoulder length dark hair and dark eyes. I work out 4 times a week (no, I don't know martial arts). I consider myself to be attractive, but I just don't have much time for dating. I am a full time student, and I work in the evenings. I cherish my free time, and I would rather be reading than doing anything else.

On most weekend nights, you can find me at the Barnes and Nobles down the street. I like to stay until closing time. Last night I was in my usual spot, near the poetry stacks. I find that it is the most quiet area of the store, and there are usually empty chairs there. I settled down with a Ted Hughes collection and a latte. Time passed quickly, and pretty soon they were announcing that the store would be closed in 15 minutes. I stretched, and I went to return my book.

I stood in front of the poetry section, browsing through their selections. I felt someone approaching me, and I moved aside to give this person space. I could feel someone's presence near me, and I glanced to my right. A tall, twenty-something man was also browsing the poetry aisle. I looked down, and I smiled to myself. I only got a quick look, but I could tell he was cute. Handsome face, clean-cut, dark hair, dark eyes, broad shoulders. Too bad I wasn't looking my best that night. I was wearing a plain white t-shirt and black yoga pants. My hair was in a pony tail, and I didn't have on any makeup.

As he continued to stand next to me, I became embarrassed because I was not wearing a bra. For a petite woman, I have full breasts, natural C-cups. (What can I say, it's just genetics.) I worried that he could see my nipples through my shirt. As if he read my mind, he said "Nice shirt." I blushed. Was he mocking me? There was nothing special about my shirt. Just a white Hanes V-neck shirt, 3 for 10 bucks. I mumbled, "thanks" and thought about leaving. He wasn't threatening in any way, but for some reason I felt a little awkward.

I turned to leave, and he stepped closer to me. I hesitated for a bit, then the unexpected happened. The handsome stranger reached out and cupped my breast. I said, "hey" and he squeezed his fingers. I glanced around to see if anyone else was there, but it seemed like we were alone. I pushed his hand away, and he smiled. He leaned closer, pushing me back against the wall. He held a finger to his lips and grinned. I was dizzy. I knew that I should have screamed for help, but my lips would not move. He moved his body closer, as if to embrace me. I held my breath, and both of his hands slid up my shirt. His palms felt so warm. He cupped my breasts, and I had to swallow a moan. Another step, and he was almost pressed up against my body.

He was tall, around 6 feet. I'm only 5'1'', so he covered me with his body. He didn't say a word as he massaged my tender breasts. I never thought I would let a stranger fondle me in public. Yet it felt so good I didn't want him to stop. It felt like we were doing something very taboo and naughty. I could feel my panties getting wet. He started to pull my shirt up, and I struggled for an instant. What if someone came by? The thought of being discovered was frightening but thrilling at the same time. He squeezed my breasts together and pinched my nipples. I almost came right there. My nipples are extremely sensitive and I love having them pinched like that. I couldn't believe any of this was happening. I knew it was closing time at the store, so I figured the staff would walk by.

I could hear the staff getting ready to close downstairs. As he played with my breasts, I thought about what would happen if someone came upstairs to check if everyone had left. Again reading my mind, he spoke for the first time, "It's okay, I told my buddies that I would lock up." Oh, so he was a staff member. I had never noticed him before. He grinned. "Everyone should be on their way out right about now." Sure enough the store became very quiet. I glanced at the man who was massaging my breasts. My panties were soaked by then, and I had the courage to do what I did next.

I pushed him until he took a step back, and then I took off my shirt. He inhaled, and his hand went down to his crotch. I grew even more bold, and I started to fondle myself through my pants. I could feel the moisture through the fabric. He sighed, and he stepped towards me again. He slid my pants and my panties down in one motion. I threw my head back as he pushed his mouth on my shaved crotch. He tongued my pussy for a while, while pulling off his pants with one hand.

It had been a while since I'd been with anyone, so I came quickly. He laughed as I ground my pussy into his lips. He pushed me onto the floor, and I knew that he was naked from the waist down. I reached up to pull off his t-shirt, but he lunged forward and pushed his cock into me. I groaned loudly. He felt so hot and hard. I was so wet that he slid in and out in a smooth motion. I put my hands on his ass and he ground his cock into me harder. I knew I was close to another orgasm, and I clutched him tighter to me. He moaned into my neck and said "cum all over my cock." That did it for me, and I came so hard that I was shaking. He wasn't done yet. He was pounding me so hard that I could feel my breasts shake. He saw me pinch my nipples hard and he thrust even harder. He said he was getting close, so I told him I wanted to taste him. He thrust one more time, pulled out and straddled my face.

I wrapped my lips around his hard, hot cock, and I sucked his head. He screamed "oh my god" and exploded into my mouth. He came so much that I could only swallow some of it. Some cum dripped out my mouth, and I licked it off with my fingers. I gently licked his cock clean, and he smiled. We were both exhausted, and we lounged on the floor like two lazy cats.

Afterwards we put on our clothes, and he walked me to my car. He kissed me on the lips and asked "Will you be here next weekend, too?" I couldn't resist that smile. I told him, "I'll meet you at closing time."

first published on Literotica.com