Isn't it strange

Sometimes you dredge up these memories from who knows where about people in your past. People you may never even have slept with. I woke up this morning with a raging erection and no one to satisfy it. As I ran through the basic (current) repertoire of women/fantasies, none of them were working. Then, I felt like I'd traveled through a worm hole and arrived back in college. Suddenly I was thinking about a luscious co-ed named Sandy that I'd have died to get inside of at the time. Just thinking of her in a paticular spandex outfit she used to wear around the dorm was enough for me. I was very suddenly done.

Then I got to thinking about the ones that slipped away. The ones I should've, would've, could've had. One of my uncles told me once. "Never pass up a piece of pussy. You can get that pussy again, but you can never get that piece again." As I get older I realize more and more what he meant. How many times have you had a 'headache' (btw - sex is a fantastic cure for most headaches.) How many times did it just seem like too much effort to be sexy for your partner?

Or to accept a new partner into yourself? To take that unknown cock and feed your ravenous sexual being, but being too concerned about whether it was the right thing to do or whether he was the one. (Yes, I'm writing from the female perspective on that - most of you are women after all). So, my advice today. GO get some cock. Feed on it, nourish your fantasy, live your fantasy. Make it happen.

Night of Fire

As I bring the logs inside to build a fire, you gather pillows to lay in front of the hearth. I shiver with cold and smile with anticipation. It's a perfect night for the fire. It's been snowing all day in that peaceful snowfall that takes forever to accumulate. The roofs and trees are covered in a layer of white powder. I've been thinking about a fire all day. The dark room filled with the snap and crackle of the flickering flames. The soft groans as the logs reseat themselves.

You open a nice cabernet to sip fireside. I build a nice fire, but not a roaring blaze. Lots of fingers of burnt yellows and golds dance among the glowing orange of the coals. Smoke drifts effortlessly up the flue to the chimney disappearing and scenting the air outside for any passersby and the deer in the woods. The wind is strangely silent. Other than the fire we only hear each other breathe as we sip wine. The warmth of the fire on our toes as our bodies warm each other.

Your scent intoxicating in the night. There is no urgency. We have all night. Light caresses on the back of your hand remind us both of the sensual delights to follow. The heady aroma of the ripe fruit wafting from the crystal stems in our hands mixes with the smell of you. My nostrils flare in an effort to capture more. To breathe you in deeper. To consume all of you.

We make soft sounds without words. Our finger light touches conveying our thoughts. I see our reflection in the gentle curve of the wine bottle. A miniature portrait ever changing with the fires nuance. The soft glow making the scene richer and deeper than any lens could capture. Our caresses move to soft languid kisses. Our moist lips breaking way for our tongues to dance together.

The sensual electricity building slowly. The ache becoming more fierce. Our explorations continue. Slowly, buttons are undone and more flesh exposed. Mapped by our curious fingers and tongues. Wet paths shimmer in the light of the crackling fire. Igniting our skin and nerves with deeper passion. Finally we join as one. Moving rhythmically Our flesh sliding together. Enveloping us in a sweet caress of energy. Hands become liquid fire to our senses. Urging us to release. Sweat drips down our bodies as we move. The sounds of our union drowning out the soft chorus of the fire.

Stoking each other to a crescendo that leaves us spent. Our only sound the gasp for air as we cool like the embers of the dying fire. Our limbs entwined in union and warmth. The sleepy smiles as we gaze into each other eyes punctuated by tender kisses. The culmination of a perfect night as we drift off to sleep under the soft blanket. The embers of the fire fading into darkness.

From Behind

Your lithe body is silhouetted at the window as you gaze at the street below. You smile as you sense my eyes traveling up from your long leather boots with the spike heel. The warmth crawls up your thighs as you feel my eyes moving higher. Your pussy tingles as you imagine me caressing your ass through your panties. You are dressed exactly as we discussed. The smooth skin of your back tightens as you lean forward to focus my attention on your ass. Your hair sways and tingles your skin as you move. Your nipples hard with your desire. The warmth growing in your pussy. Your chest tight.

Your legs spread as you lean closer to the window. Bending further at the waist. Your panties pulling up into the lips of your sex. You can feel the lace on your throbbing blood engorged clit. Every movement magnified and enhanced. It's all you can do to keep facing the window. You lick your seemingly dry lips. Pointed tongue circling like the tip of a hard cock probing you to suck it. you push the tease further, your mind racing. You wonder if anyone can see you in the window of the hotel room from the street. The wanton slut about to get fucked from behind. Hands on the window as you thrust back to meet my raging cock thrusting into you.

I still haven't moved, I can clearly see the wetness spreading through your panties. My thick cock is stiff in front of me. Seeking your warm grasping depths. It pulses with my increasing heart rate. Soon, it will be sheathed deep in your clenching box. Your lips spreading wider and wider as I thrust into you. You let out a low moan as my fingers trace a line up your hip and side across your ribs and up into your hair. The strands pulling taut as my fingers pull them into a thick knot. I pull your head back to clear your throat for my bite, the tendons and muscles in your neck stand out with the strain.

The steaming moisture from my lips searing you to the core. You feel the hardness of my cock slip between your tight thighs.The hard knob rubbing between your lips. My other hand coming around you to grasp your nipple. Squeezing. Pulling it away from your body. The sharp pain a lightning contrast to my lips caressing your neck. The salty taste washing across my tongue. I push your head forward; away from me. Bending you at the waist. My cock dragging across your sex. Your hips buck hard back into me. I push your panties the side and slap my cock against your clit. Hard. You can hear the sound clearly in the room.

The sound quickly overtaken by the hoarse, "Fuck me. Please fuck me." You need that cock inside you. Rampant, fucking you. Stabbing your cunt with viscious thrusts. The force of our fuck making the window shimmer under your hands. My root buried deep inside your body. You bite your lip in your passion. Animal grunts between us as we fuck. Our skin slapping together. My hands twisting your tits hard in my hands. Pulling at your nipples. The pressure building in you. A triangle of current. Your tits and pussy. My hand pulling your hair harder as my orgasm draws close.

Your face pushed against the window. Neck twisted. The side of your lips on the cool glass. My cock feels huge inside you. "Cum." A few more thrusts and your hair pulled harder. "Cum. Cunt. Cum on my hard cock. Take it." The spasm rips through your body. You feel your pussy gush over my thick pulsing cock as we come together. My weight pushing you fully against the glass as you shake and scream with passion.

As quickly as it started, I am gone. The door clicking closed softly behind me as I return to my own room. You sink to the floor next to the window your legs no longer able to support your weight. Muscles shaking with post tremors. Breath ragged and deep. My cum leaking from your stretched, sore, satiated pussy. Your hand slipping down to feel our combined juices dripping down your thighs from your swollen sex. Eyes closed as you relive the furious fuck. Everything as you imagined.

Your move

You look up from your drink, expectant, nervous. You fidget with the hem of your mini-skirt. Tugging, smoothing the seam. Your manicured nails scratching lightly at your skin. Agonizing. Your panties already wet with anticipation. Is this what he wants? Do I look good enough?

I watch you from the entrance. Hidden from view. Tantalizing. Captivating. My arousal makes itself known. A stirring in my trousers that only culminates one way. Inside you. Deep, deep inside you. I smile as I see your nerves and your self control. And then it's loss as you twirl your hair through your fingers. The soft suppleness a contrast to your thoughts of my hard flesh.

Suddenly, I'm sitting in front of you. My deep smile holding you frozen even as you suck in your breath in surprise. Everything you imagined. Tailored clothing, a hint of musk in my cologne, and perfectly styled hair. The gleam in my eye and the light smirk on my lips captures you and holds you in my sway. Before you can stammer a greeting, I'm holding a finger to your lips. The contact electric and unexpected. "My lovely..." I say. "No words." I stand and wave toward the door. "Shall we?" We both know the question is rhetorical. We both know why you are here.

The beep of the hotel key in the slot is loud in the quiet hall. I open the door and enter. Pausing just inside. You begin to step forward, but my hand motions you to stop. "Strip." The word is quiet, but it rocks you on your heels. Your breathing stops. This is it, the moment of no return. You glance down the hall and lick your lips. "Please." You say as you look at me. My only reply is to raise my eyebrow and let the door close a few inches.

Your hands tug at your blouse. The thin silk sliding out of your skirt. I watch expectantly as you unbutton each button and the silk flutters to the carpet in the hall. Defiant, you unzip the mini and then unhook your bra. They join your blouse on the floor. I can see your wetness on your panties. They are soaked through at your sex. I imagine the swelling of your lips as your heart pulses and pounds in your chest. your breathing quickens as you glance down the hall at the chime. The elevator arrives with another guest.

I pause to enhance the effect and then step aside to allow your passage into the room. You've passed the first test. The door closes with your clothes outside the door. The loud click of the bolt slamming home is overloud in your ears. Trapped in the very place you wanted, you don't know how to react. Your cheeks are flushed with humiliation and excitement. Blood coursing through your veins, pounding in your ears. Deafening in the silence. I pour champagne from the prepared bottle and savor a sip. The bubbles gliding over my palate and stimulating me further. I look toward the bed and you move without being told. Your fantasy is about to commence for real.

A new beginning

I can feel the roots of your hair still damp from dancing at the club as my fingers glide up the back of your neck to pull your hair into a knot. This way, I can can control you. Your head turning where I want. Moving forward or back as I please. Bringing your lips to mine. Halting just short of the kiss you desire. Your pulse pounding. I can see the beat echoed on the veins in your neck as you look up expectantly. Searching my face for the permission to push forward for your reward. The taste of my lips on yours.

I look into your eyes, seeing your need, your hunger. It grows. Taking on a life of its own. A soft whimper in the dimness your only sign of weakness. Given the choice you'd be on your knees. Questing forward to engulf me in your wet mouth. Your hands clench and unclench at your sides. You yearn to touch me. To pull yourself to me and reveal your rising ache. To force me to touch you.

Your nipples ache. Hard and full with blood. They strain through the thin cotton of your shirt. Hard points on your soft inviting mounds. You lick your lips in nervous energy. A misstep you realize as soon as your tongue is visible. Too late. I've seen you. I pull you further back further from your desire. I lightly turn you and fling you toward the bed.

"Strip slut. Show me what you have kept hidden from the others." Suddenly self conscious at what is happening to you you hesitate. "Now, did you not give yourself to me? You offered yourself. Now, strip."

The buttons slip in nervous fingers and you pull the garment. Popping buttons to click and clack on the floor. Your skirt flutters down beside them. You hesitate only a moment with your panties and then you are naked. Vulnerable before my gaze. I move around you as though a buyer examining goods. Searching for flaws on your smooth skin, your supple, lithe form.

A new awakening in your pussy startles you. A heat spreading from your core. You can feel your lips slip against each other as you move. Wet with your desire to be fucked. Your hand creeps toward your lips to sample the juice. You stop with an effort. It was in the rules we discussed. No touching yourself without permission. "Good girl." I smile as I move toward you.

I push my cock between your lips. Thrusting deep. You almost gag, then relax as I fill your throat with my fat cock. My scent fills your nostrils and you breath deep as I withdraw. The thought of your mouth taking all my cock makes you surge forward to take me inside you. I fuck your face with deep strokes. Your lips and cheeks bulge as my flesh fills you. My soft groan is all you need to push you over to climax. Orgasm rips through you as you deep throat my cock.

"Play with your pussy. Show me how bad you want it." Permission granted your fingers fly to your clit. Rubbing little circles as your hips grind forward to maximize the pressure. Your head bobbing on my hard cock as you bring yourself closer to another climax. As you breath quickens my need to cum becomes too much. As another orgasm pulses through your body I pull my cock out of your mouth and spray my hot cum over your lips, tongue and cheeks. My cream bathing your skin. My hot cock rubbing it in. Slipping over your skin as I rub it back and forth over your cheeks and lips and down your chin. "That's a good slut. Lick it up. Show me how much you love it."

Last Rites

As you dressed for the funeral, you contemplated the tight black suit you'd be wearing. Despite the heavy situation, a little part of your brain was still in fuck mode. Your body still awash in the sensations of our last fuck. The sweating, groaning, pounding against the headboard. The neighbors banging on the thin walls to quiet us down.

With a smirk, you slip over to the dresser and pull out some hot lingerie, you consider going sans panties, but you like the feeling of the thong in the crack of your ass so you grab it too. Dressing quickly, so I won't notice, you snap the garters into place and slip on the black pumps next to the bed. You feel a slight tingle deep in your core. The knowledge that you are wearing scandalous, nearly see through underwear a hot thrill as you slide into the car next to me.

Your pulse is already up and you don't know why. "For fucks sake, we're going to a funeral, not a night club," you think to yourself. I'm such a slut. You know the funeral is perfunctory attendance due to my work. I have to see and be seen to keep my standing on the corporate ladder. You push away thoughts of my hard cock thrusting deep into your pussy.

As the organ plays in the hollows of the church, you gaze into the coffin at the rich ruby silk. Such a waste of good material you think bitchily. My god, have some respect, you hussy. Shut up, you want that dick as much as I do. Yes, you sigh in concession. On the ride to the cemetery, you can't seem to quit thinking about sex. You want a hardcore pounding. Screaming into the pillow as I fuck you hard. Your gaze continually drawn to my shoulders in the soft wool of my suit.

The tiny stripes of silver in my tie glisten in the sun. They remind of the handcuffs in the top drawer next to the bed. Suddenly, you realize you are wet. Not just damp, but dripping wet. Your pussy is pulsing and throbbing in need of my fat cock. You glance down to the bottom of my silk tie. Imagining my straining cock slipping in and out of your wet mouth. The heat of my skin on your tongue nearly overwhelming you.

I realize something is amiss. I lean down and whisper in your ear. My hot breath igniting an even deeper fire. You squeeze your legs together to calm yourself and only succeed in trapping your thong in between your pussy lips. Soaked through and teasing your flesh. You hold your breath for fear you'll gasp aloud. "What is wrong?" I say. You hear, "Want to Fuck?" You realize it's your imagination. You simply look into my eyes. I know you well enough that I can see your need. My eyes go wide at the thought. I hide my smile for the benefit of the old geezers around us as I contemplate your condition.

I think about throwing your legs over my shoulders as I fuck you solidly 'til you are limp. The sound my fat cock will make as it pushes in and out of your hot dripping box. Stopping in the middle of our torrid fuck to slide the head up and down your swollen lips. Teasing you as I look into your eyes as you beg for more of my cock. "Please, fuck me. Put it back in. I'm going to cum." Your hands grasping at my body to pull me into you. Your hips writhing in anticipation of the fullness you feel when you are impaled on my cock. Your orgasm rocking your body and pushing your mind to it's limit.

Then I'm coming. Spraying my hot seed all over your tits, stomach and pussy. Painting you with my cum. The heat searing your flesh. Ah, fuck yes.

Soon baby. Soon.

Teaching in the trenches

So how do you teach a woman how to please you? A tricky question with a lot of subtle nuance. Being in a position to tell someone something that could trainwreck your relationship is never easy. How you actually do it might mean the difference in keeping the relationship alive and sending it spiraling down the proverbial toilet.

It all starts with a kiss doesn't it? The approach, the first contact with your lips. The hunger, the passion, the delicate nature of your lips and tongues exploring each other. Creating greater passion and need in the other. Heart racing faster and faster. If your partner doesn't kiss well, most people would simply end things. However, does it need to be that way? Can you teach someone a new way to kiss? A new way to approach that most basic of sexual interactions?

The way they touch you, the things they say, the way they move. We've all had the fuck of our lives. Can you teach someone how to truly please you when they have been having sex for a decade or more? Are people trainable or do they go through life with the same sexual style and techniques? To be used over and over again.

We've all heard that many women fake orgasm. We saw it effectively demonstrated years ago in When Harry Met Sally. Yes, I'll have what she's having. Maybe women fake orgasm because their partners don't take the time to find out what really pleases their partner and then further be willing to execute to that need. To put aside the male need to simply Rut. That in itself can be hot and result in amazing sex for both partners, but who wants a jack hammer all the time? Who wants to be one?

I'm very serious in this question. How can I approach a woman to help her understand my needs without making her feel like she's a failure at sex? Do I have to say it? Are there ways to simply guide her to new places and methods? Hmmm... then there is the old adage that you never really understand something until you teach someone else. Food for my own thought.