Archive for the 'dirty talk' Category

05
Nov
09

yet another reason i’m happy i won’t have to meet your family

He pins her ankles against the wall and raises himself on his knees to thrust slightly downward, hard, crashing his whole body into the backs of her legs. She moans soft and serrated, a breathy purr. Every time he drives his cock into her, the purr is cut with an impatient yelp. He pulls one hand close to her face, dragging his finger over her lip, and when he thrusts, she pulls her ankles down and crosses her legs behind his pelvis, drawing him into her, deep deep deep. He leans against the wall and pumps viciously.

“Jesus,” she moans, “fuck me” pant “until I’m” oh “blind!”

She clenches around his cock and he cums like a train crash.

Afterwards, still panting, she looks up at him. “I don’t know why that’s what popped into my head to say.”

“I liked it,” he says, rubbing his hand absent-mindedly over her stomach. “My uncle’s blind, though.”

“Oh jeez, I’m so sorry.”

“No, it’s fine. We’re not close or anything.”

24
Oct
09

the old bartleby approach

She licks his chest, frenzied, swiveling her head and tilting her face toward and then away from his nipples, really tasting him. His hand is on the back of her neck, underneath her thick, sweat-tangled hair, stroking the thin hidden skin that the sun never touches. He moans and pushes her head lower.

As she licks down his stomach, rubbing her face in his belly hair, he digs his fingers into her hair and rubs her scalp to the rhythm of her mouth. Her nose for a moment gets caught in his belly button, and he pushes her head lower, until he must lean up and forward to push her head with the tips of his fingers toward his swollen cock.

She darts her head between his thighs and starts licking his left leg with the same urgency. He slides down in the bed to draw her face to his cock, and she ducks over it, gently biting his hip. With a muffled groan, he aims his pelvis at her.

“Oooh, baby, yeah, suck me off.”

“I – I’d prefer not to,” she says, pausing to look at him, framed between his knees. “I was sort of hoping you’d get the hint.”