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.

The kid’s asleep…the lights turned out…the covers pulled back. Our bare skin melds together as though we were carved out of the same earthen clay destined to be one body. Your kisses are featherlight then fierce. Our passion burns through those kisses. Your mouth on my neck. That spot between my neck and shoulder blade that drives me insane with wanting.

Your hands wander the soft expanses of my body. My hands linger on your strong arms and I want to lose myself in them forever. I run my fingers through your hair and listen to your soft moans.

Your kisses travel downward and you envelope my hard nipples in your warm, waiting lips. Your tongue traces quick paths, soft bites, nibbles. Then you suck them hard into your mouth and elicit my gasps as the passion I feel for you hits my very soul like a lightning bolt.

Your ecstasy is my ecstasy. Your passion my passion. You worship at the altar of my cunt. Spreading me wide and licking, sucking, kissing, lapping, eating me until my body bucks and quivers with the wave upon wave of contractions deep within me. My pussy loves you. You tell me of my taste, my smell, the touch, the wet, and your words drive me wild. I want to answer back but all I can manage is gutteral moans and heavy sighs of absolute fulfillment. When your tongue hits my tight little hole I see stars. Having you make love to that absolute sacred place is pure heaven. I want to be totally open to you and I want to be everything you’ve ever wanted in a lover.

I take no greater pleasure than knowing you could cum instantaneously just watching your cock slide into my ass. Slick with lube, I lower myself upon the largest part of the head and as I exhale it slips inside and I am full of your big, beautiful cock. For the first time in my life, I KNOW that I am sexy when you tell me so. I know that you get unbearably hot watching yourself slide in and out of me as I ride you. Grind my hips into you. Rock back and forth. Ever the exhibitionist – I want you to watch me and I know I have the power to make you shudder with mind-blowing orgasms with barely a touch of your balls against your clit.

My goal lies in my fist. Slipping into your oh-so-soaked pussy so very easily. My hand curls into itself and you cradle me inside you as though you could give birth to me. Gave birth to my passion. Brought me into my own as no one ever has. Let me lose any inhibitions I had ever retained and I revel in the relentless driving of my fist in your cunt. My perfect butch boi. You take it all and when you can’t take it anymore you reward me with the force of your cum squirting and gushing all over my tits…filling my pussy with your white hot liquid. And when you lick your juce off my body I am in awe of your absolute sexual prowess.

You make me want to do things I’ve yet to think of. I want to be laid over your lap and feel the sting of your palm between the caress of my cheeks. The welts that rise between the soothing kisses. I want to be tied up and completely at your control. I want you to use my body as it was made for you.

Take me. Fuck me. Suck me. Lick me. Kiss me. Hold me. Spank me. Make me. Eat me. I am yours and everything I have is yours. Do with me what you will for I want to be everything to you. Fulfill all of your fantasies with me. I give up total control to you.