John's_Hickey

dicknjane:

mydesire:

I know a man. I met him ages ago, but how can one truly know another across the miles and only through written word? Doesn’t matter. I know this man and he knows me.

We exchanged words of filth. We made each other hunger and throb. I could make him cum with my words and he’d make me throb uncontrollably until I’d have to make myself cum.

At first, I was his pet. His little, sweet pet. Made to sit at his feet and pleasure him as he worked or relaxed. He always saw through me. He always knew what I really was. I was a filthy little bitch in heat. He’d have to control me from touching myself too much. Or from touching him at the most inappropriate of times. He’d have to keep me from embarrassing him with my inability to stop from pleasuring myself as he sat in the coffee house. Scolding me for being a bitch in heat.

One day, he truly treated me like the bitch I was.

Then there was silence and he and I drifted apart. Always the occasional hello. Always the occasional how are you, but I still knew this man.

Then one day, he appeared out of no where, angry and hungry. He used me. Pushed me against the wall of the back alley, spreading my legs and ramming into me. His thrusts were hard and merciless. He fucked my cunt, he fucked my ass and turned me around and came all over my face. He sent me on my way. Letting everyone see the mess he made of me.

I became his whore and I loved it.

Days turn into weeks and still no word from him until one day… today… he appears. Casual chat turns sexual as he tells me he’s been lazily stroking his cock. Wondering if he should do something about it. I tell him how much I love watching a man stroking his own cock. He teases me of stories of his past. Of the lust of two women over his cock and his cum. Of his denial to them.. his cruel denial, making them cry for it.

I feel the ache and the throbbing begin between my thighs.

I tell him how we have an interesting relationship, he and I. We can go for weeks without talking and yet he can appear online and I am instantly throbbing for him. He’s the only person that I know of that can use me. That can truly use me and I am happy for it and need nothing in return. I am his whore. It’s what I have become. His whore. Even saying it makes me happy.

He makes me remove my pants and shirt. Standing in my panties he makes me run my hands along my body, caressing my face like he would, making me wonder if he’ll have me slap myself. He allows me to trail my hand down to my throat, gripping it as he would. Imagining and feeling his power over it. My other hand is told to run down inside my panties, allowing a finger to slide between my folds. Imagining him pressed behind me, his cock swelling between my buttocks. I push a finger into my wetness. Fucking myself, making my finger slick as he wished. I shove that finger into my ass. He speaks filth to me. Tells me how he is going to fuck me till I break. He thrusts so hard into my ass that I can feel it up my spine. He wants to split me with his lust.

He fills me with his words of filth and wishes me a good night. When will I hear from him again? I have no idea.

I know a man…. and I am his whore.

ridingwild:

it started slow

with sweet romance

deep kissing

neatly undone clothes

but with him she never knew what was next

she lay back on the bed

her arms outstretched

awaiting his sweet rippled chest to kiss her raging nipples

as his weight would press her into a submissive heaven

he stood looking at her beauty

her endlessly pleading eyes and dilating thighs

and with a wry grin but without warning

his strong hands flipped her effortlessly to face the virgin sheets

he tugged her hips back to the edge of the bed

spread her folded legs like a Thanksgiving wishbone

and began to taunt her hungry slit

with the full throttle hardness she raised in his thick flesh

he rode the crack of her perfect behind

constantly asking her if she wanted it

making her beg

in new ways each time

his hands holding her still so she could not manage any control

or swatting her white cheeks, radiating rosy red against her deep tan

his steaming cock scraping the underlick of her whetted clitoris

his head slipping shallowly in and out of her now twitching cunt muscles

and just as she thought he was about to drive into her

he dropped to his knees

and buried his scruffed face into her honeybowl

lapped and fingered and growled her right to the edge

again and fucking again

when her mind was near to dripping putty

he stood silent, not touching and waited….

she reached back and found only her burning genitals

and with tears in her eyes she tried to say please

but he knew and before that word would have finished

he drove his cock full in to the hilt

and began a tender rocking

that swiftly rose to a fever pitched jackhammering

she gripped his flanks

closed her eyes

and opened her buzzing nest

and when her triggers finally tripped

she thought she would not stop cumming

until the sun went down

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ridingwild:

they sat on the edge of their lover’s world

while the morning’s coffee brewed

looking out at the sunlit busy-ness before them

she tucked into the trunk-like vee of his resting thighs

leaning back into his warm chest

as his fingers traced the favored soft arcs of her

they whispered and talked in between sweet silences

of the trivialities of the day to come

the things they might be doing apart from one another

and this blessed perfect moment they hovered in

and when he nipped her ear and said he wanted

nay, needed to see her again

and yesterday would not be too soon

she felt his strong arms pull her in

his warm lips sup on her shoulder

and his cock rise against the curve of her willing bottom

and their fuse was lit for one more dance

ere the start of the maddening day

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ridingwild:

she came in from her run

hot, sweaty, exhilarated, primed

and purring from the sun-kissed weather

halfway to the shower

she stopped for a quick peek

at mail and things

and found her blood and mind pumping 

in a newly libidinous direction

from something she saw

and as she shed the last of her salt-licked togs

she began to let those whispered hints spin her mind

and wind herself into her own favorite vision

of fire-driven cream and honey

with the man who still stirred her every waking thought

and as she knelt and touched herself

she felt him there

teasing her

readying her

she awaited the press of his flesh splitting her in two

the touch of his fingers

as he grabbed for her wanton hips

and as she reached the brink of her own shuddering bliss

she felt his fist in her hair

and it sent her moaning over the egde

his name lunging in a quiet quiver

from her wide open winded throat

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ridingwild:

even when they weren’t talking sex

she ended up naked on the other end of the line

slowly and softly touching herself

as if the rich sound of his voice alone could hypnotize her

into a state of fully drenched and achingly swollen arousal

and if it didn’t happen in the dance of conversation

as soon as she hung up

she had to finish herself off

with a driving, deep-moaned, hard release

she was so stirred at the end of tonight’s simmering exchange

that she thought as she replaced it on the cradle

that if that receiver was in the shape of a penis

she’d be fucking herself with it…..

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delectabledeviants:

I have to get to you. Tear into you. I need to taste your cunt.

Your moan has been on my mind all day. Your flavour on the cusp of my consciousness, I’ve been turning my tongue all day, licking and licking at the back of my teeth, waiting for that moment when I can plunge into your depths.

I sex-ted to tell you the vex of my frustrations, the determination to get home, of what I’d do to you when I did.

You told me you were so wet that lunchtime was far from friends and sandwiches, it was in the rest room, fingering, stopping just short of cumming. On the edge for the rest of the afternoon. The bus ride home doing so much more damage. Delightfully. Frustratingly.

I told you that you had better not fucking come home with knickers on.

But I’m here now, your skirt is off and you’re on the sofa, begging for me. I can see the dampness on your nylons as I spread your cheeks.

You bite your lip as you see me pull back the sheer, bite into it, tear it with my hands.

I’m mere moments from you, my tongue inside you, my purrs vibrating over your lips, smearing your juices over your bottom as I savage you.

And when you’re completely at my mercy, by God I’m going to fuck you.

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iwanttotearyouapart:

geekyvamp:

OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH *thud*

Dear Satan,

I would like to sell you one soul, slightly used and a bit dirty in exchange for this girl’s ass and back. Could you also throw in the stockings? I can provide my own ribbon and couch, and you can keep her shoes because they’re fugly.

I eagerly await your response,

GV

Dear Satan,

I will then exchange another soul, in return for a lifetime in bed with said perfect ass and back…

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dicknjane:

ridingwild:

just when she thought she had the upper hand

this man could swing the tides without warning

turning her carnal world upside down

and nothing in this feral universe

excited her petite little luscious form more

she had had him under her spell

his strong hands gripping the sheets

as she rode him fiercely

in her favorite reverse cowgirl slink

the perfect pear of her ass daring his will

teasing him the the brink’s edge and back again

rolling her pelvis for her own prurient pleasure

her gspot vibrating from the constancy of his cockhead’s rub

she was going to make him beg for release today

she wanted to hear him plead through the sing-song syllables of her name

in shivering raw-throated hunger

but as he felt her circumnavigating her own initial mulit-peaks

he focused his sputtering will

and slid a wet circular finger-breach to her winking anal ring

intently tripping her trigger earlier than she meant to

then in the vulnerability of her breathless wave-riding fever

he sat up and swung his legs off the end of the bed

one hand on her swollen  nipple

one taunting her already exploding clitoris

and before she knew what was happening

she was lifted in mid-O into the cool dark air

still impaled and still cumming

he pulled her legs up

folding her knees against her breasts

and pinned her to the wall

suddenly she was on all fours

but vertically pinned like a frozen cat burglar

and he was driving a his flesh and steel stake

into the heart of her already screaming undulant cunt walls

she began clawing the wallpaper

pounding the beams

rattling the picture frames nearby

as her descending climax suddenly re-ignited

it was echoed by his own burst of spattered grunting cream

filled her raining cove

and shaking the foundations of their blushing abode

they collapsed to the floor

in a dripping, profanity-kissed heap

jesus, this man took her reason away

in more ways than she could ever name

and it was in these moments when she knew

she would never settle for less…

If I touch you now I might mark you for life

give me a wall!

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dadie-akoma:

I have a problem with the black woman rocking that promiscuity badge because it reinforcers her stereotypical jezebellian. I would prefer her rocking that abortion statement because that’s whats real right now. Maybe I’m too critical but even political representations fall short.

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searcher2cr-erotica:

Hunger, my love… for you…

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zombieseverywhere:

fuck this is so incredibly hot.

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exhibitionistatheart:

In my head

In my heart

In my pussy

Tearing at my body

Letting go

Taking you

Giving me

Leaving bits and pieces in each other

Crumbs along the path so you can find me again.

♥

a-little-nymph:

Sir knows how much i love fingers in my mouth. desire his fingers in my mouth when he fucks me, when we watch movies, when we are resting, or at any minute. How i fantasy about kissing those lips, and being touched by his body. 

-N

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