Scintillectually Yours

You are watching me dance. I can feel your eyes on me as I lose myself in the frenzy of the music, the hot lights, the sweat soaked bodies around me. I dance with no one and everyone. Now I dance for you. I know you are watching my jean clad ass, my breasts under the light silk cami that now clings to my braless skin. I give myself over to abandon as the bass drums its way into my very groin. Or are those just thoughts of you and what may lie ahead for us?

The DJ switches to crappy house shit and I step off the dance floor and head back to my table. My friends are still dancing and I light a cigarette to keep myself busy as I lean back in the leather banquette to survey the crowd. I see you at the bar just as a waitress comes by with a screwdriver. I start to object but she points back to you and you raise your own glass to me. I understand that this is your opening bet and decide to play it to the end.
I pick up my glass and head for the empty stool next to you, perching myself on it I raise my finger to my lips, gesturing to you not to speak, and then lay my hand across your thigh. I can see that you are packing and the very thought feels comfortably warm between my legs. I take you into consideration with one sidelong glance. You are just my type…taller than me, good looking without being too movie star handsome, cocky. Light hair and amazing eyes, your mouth looks made to kiss me, your hands made to touch me. I wonder fleetingly what drew you to me and then decide it isn’t important after all.
I’m not a big drinker and the vodka is making me slightly fuzzy. I leave the glass half full and take my coat check from my pocket, handing it to you. You understand immediately and I don’t have to wait long by the door before you have retrieved our coats, putting mine around me as you hold the door open for me. I’m starting to like you more all the time. I don’t want small talk and simply tell you that we’re going to my apartment, a few blocks away. There is a fall chill in the air but I can feel the warmth of you as you walk beside me in silence. My breath is already coming faster with anticipation and I hope you don’t notice my hand tremble as I slide the key into the lock.
I start to remove my coat but you have other ideas. The night and the silence have excited us both and you turn me around to face you, pulling my coat roughly down my shoulders, pinning my arms to my side. No. I’m in charge here. This is my game, not yours. I pull away, half smiling and gesture to the sofa. Nice and slow…that’s how this is going to play out. I want this to last, not to be some slam, bam, bang me off the door jamb session. So I take my time lighting some candles, pouring a couple of glasses of wine so I can taste the sweet alcohol on your lips when I decide it is time to kiss you. I turn on the CD player and select the 9 1/2 Weeks soundtrack. Joe Cocker singing “You Can Leave Your Hat On.”
You like to watch me dance? Watch this. With my back to you I start a long, slow strip. I fantasize that I am on a catwalk in front of you and you came to pay to watch me take my clothes off. I take my time coming out of my shirt although I know my sweat-soaked top has left nothing to your imagination. I run my hands through my damp hair, pushing it off my face, my eyes closed as I move inside the music. I never forget I have an audience and I want to play you for all that I’m worth. I want you to really want me. Be hungry for me. I slide out of my jeans and all that I am is ass in thong panties. I bend over at the waist and glance at you through my legs. I can see how much you want me. I see you lick your lips, shift positions on the sofa. Beckon me to come to you. That’s okay now because I can’t take much more myself.
I move over you and admonish you when you try to touch me. You lay your hands back down at your side as I start unbuttoning your shirt. You have a great tits. Amazing arms. You obviously keep yourself in shape. I run my nails lightly down to the waistband of your jeans as you slip your shoes off under the coffee table with each foot. Now I ease your zipper down and allow you to help me slide your jeans off. Calvin Kleins…nice. Strap on…very nice. I nuzzle your neck, your chest, your stomach, then use my teeth to get the elastic of your shorts down around your cock. Beautiful.
Kneeling between your legs I take a quick look up to make sure you are watching me. I need you to watch me. You gasp lightly as I take the head of your cock in my mouth, lightly grazing it against my teeth before I close my lipsticked mouth down over you and back up again. I lift my head and smile slyly as I take a swallow of the sweet red wine. Back down, I swirl the liquid around your stiffness and let some spill down the side so I can lick it up. That’s when I stand up and look down on you and the thick eight inches I want so badly inside me.
You reach up and run your hands across my hips. I let you slide my panties to the floor and part my legs ever so slightly, allowing you to see me in all my glistening glory. I want to tease you so badly and I run my hands across my breasts and down to my pussy. Wetting my fingers I bring them to your mouth and then lean down to kiss you deeply, both of us sucking my own juices off of my fingers. Your hands tangle in my hair and you pull me down on top of you. Again, I’ve got other ideas and laugh as I push you down into the sofa cushion so that you are reclining. Now I turn around and taking my ass in both hands I spread myself wide. I want you to see me.
I lower myself onto your cock and start to ride you ever so slowly. Painfully slowly. I know you can see yourself moving in and out of my cunt. Your cock is wet with me. Your hands are on my hips and you cannot help but move me faster. I can’t help but go with it. Again, I am lost in the moment. Not to music but to the rhythm of our bodies as they slap together, hot, sweaty. I can’t be silent any longer and my cries join your groans as you reach around and play with my clit. God. How do you know exactly how to fuck me? Now it’s time for hard and fast. Harder. Faster. And I know I’m coming in wave after wave of deep contractions as you join me in a mind splintering orgasm.
The night goes on that way and as dawn approaches I doze off as you take your leave of my apartment. We haven’t spoken to each other at all and for an instant I worry that I might never see you again or have you again, but as you lean down for one last kiss you press your phone number into my palm. Leaving the game up to me…again.

Flashes of the weekend past flood my mind at random times during the day. They cause a sharp intake of breath and a sticky sweetness that unleashes itself upon the almost nonexistent and already moist lace between my thighs. I think of you easing your hand, slick – cherry scented – into my wide open and willing cunt. The white hot feeling of pleasure mixed with pain that sends a warm tingle throughout my entire body as I relax around your fist. The most exquisite feeling to have you fill me up and join me in the single most intimate act of lovemaking. You, the one I trust to hold me there, to cherish that feeling, to take me to unbelievable heights of ecstasy as I tighten hard around your wrist and come in wave after wave of deep contracted orgasms.

My mouth upon your cock. My tongue playing with the tip, toying with the head, running up and down the length of your shaft as I lick you clean of my own cum. You watch me as I swallow you, my hand firmly grasping the base of your dick. You tangle your fingers in my hair, pulling, pushing. My pace increases with your breathing as I am now acutely aware of your rhythms and know every gasp and shudder as though they were my own.

Turning away from you. Silently, slowly, descending upon you. You can see every move of your cock in my dripping pussy. Always ready for you. Always wanting more of you. You grab my ass in both hands. Spread me apart. I know how much you can see. Everything about your sense of voyeurism and my own sense of exhibitionism turns me on. I become a literal and verbal whore for you. The need to talk comes of its own accord. “Fuck me” “Fuck me harder” “Cum in me” “Cum with me” “Deeper, faster” “Let me be your dirty little girl”. And you do fuck me harder, faster. Slapping my ass with burning pain that propels my senses into overdrive, covering us both with warm glaze oozing from my cunt. More. More.

Dragging me to the edge of the bed my legs against your body, my feet wrapped around your neck you plunge into me. My nails dig into the sides of the bed and I smile as you fuck me. So much passion. You make me feel beautiful and wanted and sexy and I forget that everything that is open to you is bouncing with every thrust of your cock inside me. My nipples hard, I want to grab my breasts…squeeze them, touch them, but I want the leverage to push against you meeting your pounding rhythm until we cum together again on cue.

Yes. Yes. Yes.

NOW. NOW. NOW.

I love the way our bodies move together. I love that we work so well together – an efficiently oiled machine. The time we took to know what each of us responds to and being so incredibly in sync with who we are and what we want. I yearn to learn more, know more, be more. To grow each day with you and to move you to new levels of pleasure beyond anything you ever dreamed possible.

You are mine as I am forever yours. I love you.

Ang, our dear Sweltering Celt, was right when she said that the past week has been stressful. The coming week looks to be ever-so-much worse without a moment to breathe. In the meantime, it’s 5 a.m. and I’m “game” to offer up a MicroFantasy Monday post. Enjoy!

She began at his neck. Her full lips working their way south. Her hands running the length of his rock-hard biceps. She straddled him, black silicone hard between her legs, inviting further exploration. Her mouth and fingers trailed their way down his chest, carefully avoiding the “no-fly zone.” That place that, while touch would ultimately be welcomed, was now simply a painful reminder of the body that betrayed. She found the trail of curls that led downward, disappearing into the softest black leather harness. Her fingertips grazed the head of his cock lightly, as she positioned her body farther down between his sinewy legs. Her tongue darted out to tease and run the length of his shaft. Her mouth poised to engulf him, eliciting a soft groan and a twitch of his stomach muscles as he watched her. The air, rich with promise, thick with passion, was suddenly rent by a loud buzzing. She popped up and hit the timer.

“My turn!” she grinned and handed him the dice.