For N...

You moan softly, a low burr of the tongue, as I gently kiss the warm roundness of your buttocks. I place wet, butterfly kisses all over cheeks and feel you push back firmly into my face, urging me onwards. I run my hands up and around your waist as I kiss you, letting my tongue lap hotly across the naked parts of your body. You shift slightly on your knees as my kisses get closer to your pussy. I can smell its intoxicating wetness already and can see that the gusset of your knickers is almost black with moisture. I raise myself slightly and run my hands under your belly, tracing the rounded curves of your body right up to your beautiful breasts. They are held firmly in check by the red basque you are wearing and I allow the palms of my hands to become filled with the warm, soft weight of your tits. You whimper slightly as I squeeze them. I feel the hard nub of your nipples pop up from beneath the fabric and I begin to rub them harder still with the tips of my fingers. I’m dying to taste them, to turn you over and gorge myself on the wonderful plumpness of your tits...

But first I want to taste the wonderful wetness of your cunt. My hands move back down over your waist – again you push back against me, thrusting your sexy butt into my face. I place my hands either side of your bum cheeks and begin to massage them while again placing long, delicious kisses over your exposed skin. One of your hands slips between your legs and you begin to rub slowly along the soaking gusset. You groan rhythmically as your fingers begin to rub inwards deeper and deeper, moistening the fabric even more. I can smell the gorgeous peppery tang of your cunt and I feel my mouth water in anticipation.

I bend lower down and begin to kiss and lick the wet gusset, kissing your sticky fingers as they move back and forth over your cunt lips and clitoris. I begin to lick deeper, pushing the fabric against your cunt lips, savouring the taste of your sex, licking the juices from your writhing fingertips. With agonizing slowness you move the gusset aside and expose the gorgeously wet pout of your pussy lips. The fragrance is incredible – it makes me want to dive in and eat you up completely, to immerse myself totally in your cunt juices. Ravenously I begin to kiss and lick your cunt, smearing your wetness into and all around my mouth, my tongue lapping deeply into your hotness, wanting to probe deeper still, to get right up inside you...

You thrust back hard and fast against my face and my hands grip your waist for better purchase. Your moans are louder now and you begin to rub your clit faster as I tongue-fuck you fiercely. My own moans rise in pitch, coupling with yours and my head makes exaggerated movements as I lick deeper and faster, trying to get as much of your taste into my mouth as possible. My cock is a rod of aching rawness between my legs and its singular hotness drives me on and on... wanting to get completely inside you.

Your moans have taken on a more throaty quality – deep and hungry sounding. I smooth my hands over the round curve of your buttocks and then move them upwards to grab the waistband of your knickers. I ease them down over your gorgeous bum and you lift your legs one by one so that I can remove the garment completely. It’s wonderful to see your pussy naked and exposed and last. The lips are glossy with wetness and slightly swollen and I’m aching to slide between them.

You turn your head to look at me and smile. “I want you inside me,” you say. Your hands cup your breasts and begin to rub them. With a few upward strokes they are spilling over the top of your bra, revealing your gloriously engorged nipples. I pull you to me and you snuggle your shoulders against my chest as my hands cup and mould your tits, squeezing them into sexy round shapes that I want to lick and kiss. I lean round and squeeze one of your tits into my mouth, flicking my hot tongue over the nipple... gently at first and them more roughly, sucking it whole into my mouth. You taste amazing... salty and sweet all at the same time. I continue to suck at your tit for long minutes while you deftly frig yourself with your free hands. I can smell how ready you are and your buttocks are gyrating maddening into my crotch...

I can’t wait any longer. As you lean forward a little I position my cock between your lips and with a single thrust push deep into you. I feel your hot wetness yield to my stroke as I plunge into you as far as I can reach. It feels amazing to feel your bum cheeks pressed hard against my groin. I pull out slowly and then plunge in again feeling you moan gutturally as I fill you up. You place you hands onto the bed and begin to push back rhythmically onto my thrusting cock, fucking yourself onto my voracious prick, fucking me deeper and deeper into the watery tightness of your cunt.

I begin to thrust hotly from my pelvis, plunging into you with hot, quick stabs, feeling your cunt lips grip me tightly and also slide around me wetly. We’re both groaning now, fucking with complete abandon. I reach round and grab one of your swaying tits as they hang down below you. It fills my hands and I rub the nipple between my thumb and forefinger... feeling my mouth water at the very thought of tasting all of you... fucking your mouth, fucking your tits... I want to give you all of my cum.

You groans are louder now, less reserved and your body is jolting onto mine with a strength that turns me on even more... I can't hold back, you feel so good. With a cry I release hot jets of spunks deep inside you and feel your gorgeous cunt walls grip me tightly as you cum in a sibilant showers of gasps and small moans... it feels wonderful.

Merry Christmas

Wishing all my reader(s) a very sexy, very Merry Christmas indeed!

Don't forget to leave your stockings out for Santa to fill :-)

Coming Clean

OK folks, time for a bit of honesty here.

I have to hold up my hands and admit that the relationship and people described on this blog are all fictitious. Some of the experiences are / were real and some are the fruits of my vivid imagination.

I'm a writer - or at least I'm trying to be - and this blog was an experiment to see if I could hold a narrative and create believable characters. Hopefully I have achieved both those aims.

But in doing so I feel bad for the people who have shown real concern for the lives of "Leon" and "Nadine". I don't think it's fair to carry on deceiving such kind, generous, fellow bloggers.

So what becomes of this blog?

Well, as you will have noticed I haven't updated it for quite some time as my energies have been poured into other directions: my other "non-adult real life" blog. A novel that I am writing. Work and family life.

And yet I haven't deleted this blog. It's still here. A possible outlet for more pornographic output... I do, I admit, enjoy writing porn and would love to get some stuff published in appropriate magazines. I shall give it a go and see what develops...

But as for this blog... do I post more stories? Will they seem devalued now that you know that the characters are not real? Do you even care? Do you want to read more stuff from me?

I guess if this blog is floating someone's boat and putting a smile on their face and encouraging nice warm feelings between their legs then all is worth while...

Toodle-pip for now.

Back With Nadine

The soft warmth of her mouth grinds softly against mine and without thinking about it my hand snakes up inside her dressing gown, wriggling itself into a woollen hot house of smooth flesh and intimate humidity. I cup one of her breasts in my palm and begin to stroke and pinch the nipple between my fingers and thumb. It becomes hard almost immediately and I hear a quiet groan come from the back of Nadine’s throat. Her buttocks begin to push and rub against my crotch and I feel her hand slide downwards until it’s pressing down hard onto my zipper. I gasp sharply. I feel painfully hard.

My whole body erupts in heat prickles and my scalp tingles with the living energy of it. I remove my hand from her breast and apply it instead to the hem of her dressing gown, yanking it up over her thighs, exposing the warm smells of her legs. Nadine’s breath comes in coarse pants and sighs as she roughly pulls open the belt at her waist and begins to wriggle her shoulders free of the garment. All I can hear is the blood pounding in my ears. I push the dressing gown off and away from her like its presence is distasteful. My eyes suck at the swollen mounds of her breasts, the gentle curve of her belly and the tempting darkness between her legs.

“I want to fuck you.” My voice sounds hard and gruff. Sullen. Almost angry.

Nadine doesn’t seem to notice. “Yes.” She runs her own eyes over me, undressing me with each look. Her hand reaches out to me but I keep myself just out of reach. Nevertheless it’s a spur to action and I pull my T-shirt up and over my head and throw it onto the floor. I wrench open my belt and haul my trousers and boxers down in one movement. I slip my socks off too and leave them to fall wherever they want. It feels good to be naked. My skin is tingling and gently irritated like it’s being brushed with hundreds of feathers.

“God Leon, I want you... it's been too long...” Her voice sounds low and moist.

I kneel on the sofa before her and with a firm movement open her legs. I bend down and begin to lap my tongue roughly against the soft folds of her sex. She gasps, though with shock or pleasure I’m not sure. My heart is pounding painfully in my chest, driving me on. The thought of a gentle build up is totally beyond me. My need is far too urgent. I begin to finger her as my tongue flicks against her lips, fucking her with my hand quickly and hard, stabbing two fingers up inside her and flexing them slightly as they ease into the core of her wetness. They slide out wet and glistening and I lick them dry only to drive them further in again, deeper and harder.

Nadine grinds against me, her hips carving slow crescents against my face and skull. I lick deeper, more hungrily, for a mad instant entertaining the idea of immersing my whole face inside her. Her thighs muffle my hearing but I can hear inhuman moans and gasps coming from the back of Nadine’s throat.

I push my hands upward passed her hips, upwards and on, and gain new purchases on the hardening centres of her breasts, moulding and squeezing them in ferocious, grunting abandon. I knead them without finesse; pinching them and pressing them against my palms. All I can think about is taking my pleasure from her, satisfying my own lust. A stream of unintelligible rhythmic groans are pouring from Nadine’s open mouth. “Aaah... aaah... aaah...” They feel like an external counterpoint to the raging pulse inside my head. All I want to do is fuck myself deep within her. To be bathed in her dark hotness. To fill her up. To fill her up with me.

I haul myself up and over her. I’m aware that she gives me a shy smile but I ignore it, burying my face in her breasts, sucking and biting the nipples. She arches her back up into me and snakes her arms around my neck and shoulders. I feel her thighs open and flex, accommodating the weight of my hips as they sink down upon her. She whimpers as I suck one of her tits furiously, brushing the nipple top with my rigid tongue. With a little shifting we’re lined up and I feel my cock sink deep within her without any resistance. She feels incredibly wet. She moans once – loud and long – and then begins to grind against me, enveloping me with moving hotness.

I pull my head back to look down at her. She looks dreamy eyed and flushed. Beautiful. So beautiful. I begin to fuck her. Deep, steady thrusts. Her breasts jolt enticingly as I slam my hips down into her and roll languorously over her rib cage. I notice how red and swollen they are; the soft flesh streaked and spotted with dark blotches. A clumsy tessellation of finger marks and small bruises. She’s whimpering as my hands paw and tug at her tits, grabbing them hard between my fingertips. I hear her sob hysterically as I pin her legs wide against the sides of the sofa and use my entire body weight to drive my erect penis deep inside her. I feel it slide up into her cunt impossibly slowly. A monstrous machine of pink flesh, slick and moist. She expels the breath from her lungs in an odd high pitched whistle, her eyes widening, locking onto my face. I begin to thrash my hips against her, a savage pendulum of jerking pulses. Her entire body jolts upwards as I thrust up into her and I see her breasts swing and ripple against his chest.

I give her a quick smile and shift my weight slightly and shudder with the pleasure of it. I close my eyes, breath deeply and then begin to buck my hips against her once more. Her hands lock behind my neck and she resumes her rhythmic gasping as I slide in and out of her. She feels incredible. Like being gripped by liquid fire. I quicken the pace slightly and lean even further over her, driving myself in deeper, intensifying the angle.

I hear her mutter, “Yes, oh yes...” and her hands reach down the length of my back and start to claw at my buttocks. She squeezes them tight, drawing blood and pulls me deep within her. Her whole body is jolting, a bodily pulse of desire. I stab myself deeper and deeper into her. She’s talking dirty to me, telling me to come in her mouth, over her tits, to fill her up, she wants to be deluged in my spunk. I howl as I fuck her. My entire body pistoning hugely against her groin, slapping into her desperate, greedy flesh with a noise that moistens the air. The clapping of flesh against flesh, the slick sliding in of it, the awful gurgles of wetness... Nadine’s voice is even louder now, telling me how big I am, how she wants all of it, how she wants more, how it's hurting her and it feels so good... There’s a huge roar as I come and Nadine screams, wide eyed and ecstatic as my penis jerks spastically into her gripping wetness. As Nadine works to squeeze every last drop up inside of my hands start to move and rub up over her body... feasting on more of her flesh, rubbing and squeezing, moulding the flushed curves of her breasts into grotesquely swollen moons and peaks, brutally fingering the moist cavity between her legs, squeezing myself deeper into her oily hotness...

Hotness. My groin feels soaking wet. I feel like I’m not ever going to stop coming. Nadine’s nails are dug deep into my buttocks and her voice is one long strangulated moan of pleasure. I feel her cunt muscles jerk and constrict around me – it’s almost painful – and I know that she’s come too.

It's complicated to have her back but God is it good...

Spice

Tabitha straddles me, leaning forward slightly so that her hands effectively pin my shoulders to the mattress. The pointy cones of her breasts sway towards my face as her hips begin to grind onto me in long, slow, sensuous circles. The small creases at her belly undulate as she completes each circuit and her breathing deepens as she drives herself further and further down the length of my pulsating cock.

I push upward, raising my buttocks off the bed and am gratified to hear a guttural moan as her pussy swallows my prick right to the base of the shaft. My cock feels like it is immersed in a wonderful sheath of heat and wetness.

My hands follow the smooth plains of her skin – rising slowly over her thighs to her buttocks and then reach up to cup the swollen delights of her tits. I squeeze and milk them towards me, craning my neck to get closer to them. She leans forward a little more so I can reach her nipples with my mouth. I flick my tongue greedily over them, first one and then the other, savouring the slightly salty, slightly spicy taste. I begin to rub and pinch them between thumb and forefinger, watching amazed as their dark brown colour deepens as they became engorged with excited blood. I suck one into my mouth and begin to suck and pull at it with my lips, feeling it resist and then yield to my administrations. Tabitha gasps above me and begins to lift herself up bodily from me and then grind herself back down again, her buttocks making gorgeous slapping noises on the tops of my legs.

A sensation of hot water dripping seems to run down my cock and I guess it is either Tabitha’s sweat or her cum... either is good for me and I begin to fuck upwards into her sweltering depths with more intent, feeling my cock become wetter and wetter. Rhythmic grunting noises begin to come from the back of Tabitha’s throat as she mirrors my movements with her own – pushing down and back upon my jolting pelvis as I fuck deeper into her. Small wet slopping noises begin to escape from the pulsing grind of our flesh and I see a small, grin play about Tabitha’s lips as she quickens the pace in response... she just loves to soak me with her cum.

I lock my knees in an upright position to gain more purchase and more drive and begin to thrust up into the resisting wetness of her cunt with more aggression, kneading the bouncing mounds of her breasts with small rough movements.

Tabitha’s eyes close and a low wail sounds from her throat as the first orgasm hits her and then she has her hands on the headboard of the bed and is throwing herself back onto me with complete abandon... impaling herself hard onto the stabbing movements of my prick. I’m groaning too now and our voices mingle as we fill and coat each other in our wetnesses. Her tongue momentarily darts into my mouth – enough for me to suck it as the head of my cock seems to explode, pumping up great wads of burning hot semen into the furthest reaches of Tabitha’s pussy. Her tits suddenly jolt hard into my face as another orgasm hits her and a long sustained groan breaks upon my ears as she rides it through to the last few weakening shudders.

This has been a very good start to the day...

A New Flame Has Come

Tabitha puts the kettle down and leans her head back until it’s resting on my shoulder. A soft groan – half sigh half utterance – comes from her lips. I can feel every movement of her body through my hands. She’s rocking against me so slowly it’s barely perceptible, like the turning of a tide. I kiss the side of her neck through thick strands of hair and feel her nuzzle her cheek against mine. The contact incites me further and I wonder how far she’ll let me go. I move my hands forward and down, hugging the contours of her abdomen until they press against her crotch. Even through her jeans my fingers can sense close heat and moisture. It’s like they have a hunger all of their own and with every slight rub and prod they feed it.

Tabitha’s breathing, deep and loud in my ear tells me she’s more than willing. Her hands are on my forearms, rubbing up and down, rhythmically increasing the pressure of my hands. I push my hands deeper down, parting her thighs slightly, feeling the pleasing sensation of firm flesh at the top of her legs pushing back against me with exciting resilience.

I’m breathing heavily through my nose, my mouth greedily kissing and tasting the exposed skin around Tabitha’s neck and shoulder. I’ve got the biggest hard-on I’ve had in years and it’s joyously nuzzling between the pushing firmness of Tabitha’s buttocks, frustratingly held in check by dull layers of dry fabric. I bring my hands up swiftly and push them underneath the hem of Tabitha’s t-shirt. As soon as they’re on the naked skin of Tabitha’s belly the rocking becomes more definite. I can feel her squirming against me with her entire body. Soft moans are pulsing up from her throat. My hands continue upwards, seeking a definite point of contact. The instant they brush the stitched firmness of Tabitha’s bra they go into cupping mode. It’s just a natural reaction. I sigh loudly as the weight of her tits fill my hands. There’s no finer feeling than this. Tabitha is gasping slightly with each moan and I begin to kneed and squeeze her breasts in time with her vocalizations, pulling her harder against me.

It’s no good; I need to feel naked flesh, not fabric and I push her bra up and off her tits – no adolescent fiddling with the bra strap; just straight in to what I want. My hands are filled with soft hotness and a smooth malleable weightiness that makes the back of my neck tingle. I pinch her nipples gently between thumb and forefinger and am gratified to feel how hard and engorged they’ve become. My mouth is watering, wanting to taste them.

It feels an agony to leave them unattended but other desires are kicking in. My hands snake down again and roughly rip open the buttons of her jeans. Tabitha is grinding against me so hard I’m having trouble coordinating my fingers against her clothes. I slip a palm down the front of her jeans and worm it beneath the elasticised top of her knickers, plunging it down into the as yet invisible heat between her legs. My fingers brush downy hair and dip lower into warm folds of skin and then my fingers are sliding along a wonderful indentation of hot wetness.

Tabitha’s breath erupts in hard, ragged sighs as I begin to finger her. She slams her buttocks back so hard into me I feel winded. My free hand inevitably finds its way back beneath her t-shirt seeking the warm cones of flesh that I can sense moving within. I massage one of her gently swinging breasts, savouring the weighty movement of it as my other hand slowly rubs deeper into the wetness at the top of her legs. I can smell her sex over the bitter aroma of the coffee – it’s that strong – and my head feels enflamed with it.

Tabitha hands are suddenly busy, fumbling and hitching her jeans and knickers down in jerky, awkward movements that only augment the grinding motion of her buttocks against my cock. I’m almost gasping with lust, the sense and heat of it is so overwhelming. I feel cold air hit the back of my hand while the palm is suffused with hot wetness and I know that Tabitha’s jeans are tantalizingly halfway down her thighs, the place I most want to intimately touch exposed for the taking.

“Oh God hurry” Tabitha’s voice is a breathless whisper and the most wonderful sound in the whole wide world.

For all that I’m consumed with urgency a more controlling part of me wants to prolong the experience, to make it last. I pull on her waist and spin her round to face me. Her arms go around my neck and our lips meet in a blur of movement, tongues and breath. I slip both hands behind her back as we kiss and impatiently unhook the loose sling of her bra. I drop it to the floor and begin to lift off her t-shirt. God but I want her so much. Her t-shirt gets no higher than her armpits as, her breasts suddenly exposed, I’m consumed with a need to smother them with kisses. I feel ravenous with desire. My mouth leaves hot saliva trails all over the warm mounds of her breasts while my hands eagerly squeeze them toward me. My tongue flicks roughly over her nipples and I hear her gasps through a rush of blood in my ears. There’s a flurry of movement as she pulls off the rucked-up strip of her t-shirt and then her hands are on top of my head pushing me down and I sink to my knees willingly. I feel like I’ve been aching to do this forever. I bury my mouth between her legs and begin to lap up the salty wetness. I grind my face into her roughly, wanting the scent of her all over me. My hands snake upwards and manage to latch onto her tits once more. I feel them jolt and push against my hands as I push my tongue in deeper, stronger. I’ve never felt so alive and so achingly well.

The urgency is getting unbearable. I know I can’t hold on much longer. I stand slowly, dragging my lips and tongue upwards, wetly trailing saliva over her naval to the smooth space between her breasts. As I climb my hands fumble frantically with the belt of my trousers only to be slapped away by Tabitha’s more dextrous fingers. It feels like my trousers are ripped open and pushed down with the merest gesture of Tabitha’s hands. Her expertise brings a smile to my face. Then another kiss, her tongue darting between my lips and suddenly Tabitha is squirming, turning around in my grasp, once more pushing her buttocks against my crotch.

Her voice comes in a sighing whimper. “Please Leon, please...”

The smooth coolness of her buttocks against my naked skin feels heavenly. One of those sensations that you always remember in great detail but can never adequately describe. My hand fumbles on my cock as I line it up – I can’t believe how much I’m shaking – and then Tabitha’s fingers are guiding me in from between her own legs. She’s backs up onto me making sure I hit the right spot. I enter with a hard thrust and feel myself enveloped with a delicious sensation of hot pressure and moving wetness. Again I reach forward and fill my hands with the bouncing flesh of her breasts. I squeeze as I thrust and hear myself groaning loudly with satisfaction as Tabitha pushes back into me with a slow but firm rhythm.

My whole existence seems to have shrunk down to the low sounds of Tabitha’s voice and the slow build up of pressure in my genitals. Right now this is all I care about. Tabitha begins to shout my name over and over again and I know she’s very close. She locks her hands on the edge of the kitchen counter and begins to thrust backwards harder and harder, her back arching and flexing like some kind of animal. I tell her how much I love her and how much I love fucking her and the loud utterances of my name become long, gasping squeals of orgasm. It’s too much. With my hands hot and full of her tits I’m suddenly engulfed in the heights of my own pleasure. I’m shocked at how loud my groans are; it’s been years since I’ve felt such abandonment. My mind is ringing like struck metal. I see sparks and flecks of light zip across my vision.

A couple more thrusts and I’m done. I feel like my entire body is radiating visible heat. I stand for numb moments exhausted and shaking, my legs heavy like waterlogged pipes, not wanting to remove myself from the warmth and intimacy of Tabitha’s body. The heat between my legs seems to spread out and flow up inside of me like a cleansing flood. Breathing heavily, I lean forward and rest my head on Tabitha’s shoulder while her own rasping breath quickens itself into low wicked laughter.

News

Nadine has left me.

Elspeth goes dogging with her new boyfriend.

I have embraced a more aesthetic lifestyle.