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Scents and Sensibilities

cincitysins — Tue, 03 Jun 2008 15:51:50 +0000

Darkness shrouded my apartment, broken only by the flickering of candles in the bedroom. Soft scents of cinnamon and frankincense punctuated by a hint of coffee bean teased the corners of my mind.

Chilled white wine in long stemmed crystal beckoned to me. Sipping slowly, I allowed the flavors of berry and spice to burst across my tongue and flood my senses with pleasure.

Music played lightly in the background, sensual tunes that caused my spine to shiver in delight and anticipation.

Passages from the erotic novels I had savored earlier filled my thoughts:

Him, bending her over the ledge, hiking her little black skirt up until the chill night air caused goose bumps to rise on the bare flesh of her ass. His hand stroking between her thighs, his fingers coated, slick with the juices of her desire. Harsh breaths of desire, moans and gasps of lust carried away by the cool breeze. His hardness entering her wetness, pushing, straining to fill her. Fingers slipping between her cheeks and pressing lightly at her other opening. Her cry of surprise at the unexpected entry turning into cries of pleasure. As he thrusts inside her, he works his fingers further, deeper, stretching her, filling her until she is pushing back towards him, seeking… begging for release. He slowly withdraws from her only to return, pressing into that forbidden spot that he has prepared so well. Slowly, gently he works his way into this new territory, all the while listening to her breathy moans of desire. With his other hand, he reaches around to lightly caress her sensitized flesh as he continues to slowly fill her ass.

Oh yes… this scenario had been playing through my dreams ever since I learned that my lover desired to possess me this way. This was not new territory for me. I was already versed in the joys of anal sex and I looked forward to fulfilling my lover’s fantasy tonight.

A soft knock on the door heralded his arrival and my heart tripped in my chest. Tonight would be a night to remember.

Opening the door, wearing little more than a sexy smile I took him by the hand and led him to the bed. In a tangle of hands and passionate kisses, he was soon naked and writhing beneath me.

Our lovemaking was heated and intense. His body soon covered in a sheen of sweat that I would occasionally taste with quick flicks of my tongue. His hands and mouth were everywhere. My favorite was when he would grasp my breast and suck lightly on my nipple as he thrust upwards. I would cry out at the intense pleasure racing through my body.

My orgasm was building and I knew it was time. I whispered in his ear “tonight’s the night your fantasy comes true” and his immediate groan of pleasure was music to my ears.

Without releasing his body from mine, I leaned over to the nightstand, where I had laid out the necessary items in anticipation of this moment.

I returned to my upright position, now holding a towel, a toy and some water based lube. Placing the first two next to us, I looked at him, a wicked smile on my face.

“Hold out your hand, lover” I said softly.

His eyes widened and a look of confusion crossed his face but he did as I asked. I squeezed out some of the lube onto his first two fingers and gently coated them until they were slick.

“Now…touch me…” I whispered heatedly.

Comprehension dawned and his smile quickly matched mine.

Leaning forward, I captured his lips for a passionate kiss and he was able to swallow my sharp gasp of pleasure as his fingers began gently probing my behind.

Teasing and flickering, he would press and then retreat from my opening.

All the while our bodies were still locked together, his hardness filling me and incredibly, I could feel him swelling even larger with each pleasured sound I made.

Soon, he had teased me into desperately pushing my behind backwards, trying to get his fingers inside me and when he finally exerted that extra pressure and slipped inside I nearly went over the edge.

Our bodies rocked together, the rhythm of our lovemaking was sweet and sensual.

His fingers…first one and then slowly the second, were filling my behind, working in tandem with the movements of the rest of his body.

Soon enough I was aching for more than just his fingers.

I reached over and grasped the toy I had purchased just for this occasion.

Reluctantly, he slipped his fingers from inside me and I took a moment to use the towel to clean his hand.

Then, applying a generous amount of lube to the toy, I softly explained what it did and handed it to him.

He was quite eager to proceed!

His other hand reached up and circled my breast tugging me just enough to lower me down so that his mouth could capture my nipple.

While I was lost in the feeling of his warm wet mouth teasing my nipple, his other hand easily slid the toy into my well prepared behind.

With him inside me and the toy in my rear I was deliciously filled and near writhing with pleasure, when he pressed a button and the toy began to vibrate!

It was almost too much to take and my orgasm tore through me.

I could feel him struggling to control himself as my muscles rippled and spasmed around his shaft.

But if he lost it now, he would have to wait longer for his fantasy.

So with teeth gritted he held on and rode out the waves of my pleasure.

As my body softened in post-orgasmic bliss, I knew it was time.

I encouraged him to remove the toy and as he slid it free of my body I slowly rose off him and reached between us to firmly grasp his shaft at the base.

His breath caught as he realized what I was about to do.

His hands came to rest lightly on my waist, but he knew the rules – no thrusting, no exerting pressure. He had to allow me utter control.

His shaft was slick with the results of my earlier climax and with all the play we had done, my rear was well lubed, inside and out.

I lowered myself slowly, positioning him just so, and began pressing down.

There was a moments resistance as the head slid in, which I helped ease by pushing my inner muscles outward in an “expelling” type movement.

Gently, slowly, I eased him in until I had to move my hand from between us and I was finally resting fully on his body.

Neither of us moved for a moment.

Me – to savor the feeling of him filling me so completely.

Him – to savor the feeling of filling me so completely.

I leaned forward for a kiss, the movement causing an irresistible friction along his shaft and he groaned loudly, his hands clenching tightly at my waist.

I knew what it was costing him to control the urge to thrust upwards and I appreciated him all the more for his tender restraint.

We rocked together in gentle motions that had both of us gasping at the sensations.

I was giddy with the realization that I was able to fulfill his fantasy, my concerns about his size had been unnecessary.

We fit together perfectly.

Soon enough, he was begging for release, the delightful tightness and friction were driving him insane.
I once again reached over to the nightstand and grasped yet another toy, this one, a small vibrator for just such occasions.

With him holding it and me guiding his hand, I was soon shuddering through another mind blowing orgasm as he stiffened beneath me and joyfully shouted his release.

He says, to this day, that was the most intense orgasm he has ever had. So intense that he nearly passed out from the pressure and pleasure of his release.

Make Me Yours

cincitysins — Thu, 10 Apr 2008 15:37:18 +0000

“I want to pull your hair … bite you on the neck … and bury myself into that tight little ass of yours.”

Such coarse words should have shocked me.

But no, wetness pooled between my thighs and I suppressed a moan of desire.

Too long.

It had been too long since someone had taken me from behind.

Too long since I had felt that fullness, the delicious stretching that comes from anal play.

I leaned down, my breasts crushed to his warm chest, my lips a whisper from his ear: “Tell me more…” I breathed lightly, my voice husky with need.

Not once did my hips stop moving, sliding his hard length further, deeper into my core.

He groaned as my muscles tightened around his shaft.

He was so big.

I was so tight.

But I was also wet, so very wet.

“I … oh… ” his voice broke, breath catching in a gasp, fingers flexing on my waist, hips thrusting violently upward.

I slowed my movements, stilling the building orgasm inside us both.
I wanted to hear more…

“No…” I whispered “…not yet love… tell me more…”

Icy blue eyes were alight with passion and suppressed desires.

“I want to take you from behind. Fill your ass with my cock. Watch as you take it all and thrust back at me for more. That ass … your tight little ass … it just begs me to fuck it. I want to fuck that ass until you scream my name. And then … then… I’m going to fill you with my come. I’m to fill you up and you’ll know that you belong to me. No one else! Me! All MINE!”

His last words were punctuated by a shattering orgasm.

His cock pulsed and throbbed inside me.

I ground myself hard against him. That last little bit of friction all I needed to find my own release.

My cries echoed his own, my nails digging into his shoulders, my body racked with violent shudders.

I collapsed against his heaving chest, my breath racing as post orgasmic shivers ran through my body and I thought about his words.

Oh yes … I wanted him in my ass.

His size posed some concern but the thought of all that hard cock pressing into me, stretching me, filling me, made me wet with lust despite the concern.

Levering myself up slightly, I caressed his face with feathery touches and spoke quietly, letting the desire echo in my voice: “Yes lover … I want that too.”

Joy. Anticipation. Lust. Excitement.

His eyes were alight with them all.

A possessive growl sounded deep in his throat as he flipped me onto my back and proceeded to fuck me into another screaming orgasm.

… to be continued …

Say My Name

autumnmist — Fri, 22 Feb 2008 15:49:25 +0000

Sometimes what I really want is to simply be taken. Pull up my skirt, move my thong to the side and bend me over the arm of the couch. Hold my hips with your strong grip or grab onto my hair and pull my head back as you pump into me. In that moment when your ecstasy is at it’s hight just say my name. Call it out loud so I can clearly hear the passion in your voice.

Just say my name bitch.

Slow, Sensual Kisses

autumnmist — Thu, 21 Feb 2008 17:41:30 +0000

As our mouths connect I feel the need to slide my tongue across your lips, taste them and revel in the softness of them. Your mouth opens slightly as I slip your bottom lip into my mouth and suck. I feel your hot breath as you prepare to respond. I bring my hand to your cheek to touch your skin and slide my fingers slowly across your neck to your collarbone. I love this part of your body. I want to run my fingers over the bone and down your chest, all the while continuing the slow and steady pace of our kisses–this back and forth game like a tongue tug-of-war.

Every time our lips meet, I feel the mounting pressure in my lower belly. I am moist yet am not quite ready to alter my position. This beautiful dance we experience together. Such intimacy is shared as we lay face to face this way. Stay awhile I implore you. Continue to kiss me and kiss me and kiss me.

The fragile china I am not

Miss Emm — Thu, 21 Feb 2008 04:23:36 +0000

Oh why baby — why do I have to submit to you? Do I have to?

Oh yes I do.

Because you know how to tame the beast that I am, how to quench the thirst within me.

Pull my hair.

Pin me against the wall.

Drag me into bed.

Attack me in the hot tub.

You do it all so well. You kiss all of my past fears, you mend all of my broken pieces, and yet you never treat me like a fragile piece of china.

And when you are done, you brush away the stubborn hair from my sweaty face, kiss my nose and ask – “So you think you can handle me?”

Oh yes, I can — but first I need to catch my breath. Put strength into my wobbly legs, and lick the scratches on your back.

For My Lover

cincitysins — Fri, 15 Feb 2008 14:48:14 +0000

Please welcome our newest addition to my world… a writer of extreme talent and passion… she will surely tempt you with her words to follow…..

I adore the intense passion between us.

I can see the desire in your eyes as I watch you slowly bite your bottom lip in anticipation.

Soft lips on mine — parting, exploring tentatively — feel your tongue thrust harder into my mouth as you spread your fingers through my hair and gently tug my head back, exposing tender skin.

While still gripping my hair you touch my neck — slowly, deliberately you run your hand over my breasts, my belly, and down to the moistness between my legs.

I am already light-headed with sheer delight as I consider what I know will surely come.

You roughly pull my body closer to yours — breathing in the scent of me as you do. I feel a poke on my thigh as your body begins to swell and become hard against mine.

I love knowing that you want to ravage me — take what you want forcefully, though you will find scant resistance here.

Your kisses have drifted from my lips to my breasts — your tongue tracing along my waistline, belly button, down to my clit.

Don’t be shy. Grab my ass as you taste me. I want to feel your nails dig in as you suck and lick until I begin to throb and call out your name. Although I squirm and pull away a little, you only hold more firmly and continue the course until hot female ejaculation is expelled from my body.

Still quaking from the pleasure, you pull me close to your body and flip us both over so that I am now on top and in control.

I am overwhelmed by the sight of your manhood. What a thrill it is to see how much pleasing me as excited you as well. In seeing it, I must now caress it, handle it in my small hands and marvel at your girth –knowing it is mine for the taking.

I mimic your actions and trace my way down your body with my tongue. I lick the shaft of your penis, taking it into my mouth as you moan and grind into me, holding my head to you with strength and passion.

Since I am in control, I bring body to you now — sitting on you — bringing you into me deeply. We stare into one another’s eyes as we share in this sweetness.

We find rhythm so easily. Slowly at first, with mounting excitement we speed up as I ride you, raising my hips slightly when you are fully inside, working vaginal muscles to grip you as you slide back out — only to do it all again.

I shift to my feet as we grind faster and faster. You spank me at just the right moment and I feel the pressure mounting in me. You have found my spot. I moan louder as I feel the throb again in me.

With unbridled enthusiasm I move my hips until I climax again. I run my hands across your slick chest as we continue. The sound of it, the volume of liquid, the fact that you have made me cum with your huge cock adds levels of excitement neither of us could have imagined. You can’t take it any longer. You call out my name and tell me you are going to finish. With powerful thrusts I feel you cum inside of me, feel you throbbing there. We linger in movement another moment, then lay still.

I could fall asleep with you in me just like this — my body straddling yours, our skin so moist with love juice and sweat. You whisper how much you love me, and I you.

Embers sparked a flame

cincitysins — Wed, 13 Feb 2008 03:09:45 +0000

His skin glowed golden in the candlelight.

Shadows played along his muscular back and my eyes drank in the sight of him.

Spread out upon my bed, arms spread wide, legs slightly parted.

My thighs brushed the outer edges of his buttocks as I pressed my mound hard against that tight ass.

I was so wet and could feel his essence slipping down the tender flesh of my inner thigh.

I rubbed that wetness along his backside and a shiver raced down his body.

I stretched out, dragging my breasts across his back, my hands splayed and pushing upwards.

With my full weight finally resting along his body, I allowed my nails to dig lightly into his shoulders, fingers flexing, resisting the impulse to dig deeper, to leave half-moon grooves that would slowly seep with blood.

His scent, so male, so intoxicating, rose from his body like heat rolls from the pavement.

Lowering my head, I inhaled his smell, dragging my nose slowly up his spine.

My breath puffed lightly along his skin and his muscles twitched.

I sank my teeth into his shoulder blade and he gasped in shock, his body rose from bed, lifting me along with him.

Purrring softly – I smoothed the bite with flicks of my tongue, laving his skin and savoring his flavor.

I rolled his taste inside my mouth and wanted to drown myself in him.

I wanted to writhe against him, sinking my teeth in harder, digging my nails in deeper.

Instead, I kissed that reddened flesh with butterfly brushes of my lips.

I soothed his tight muscles with soft strokes of my fingertips, feeling him relax beneath me.
All the while, rubbing my delicate flesh along his body, cooling him with soft touches, heating him up with erotic whispers in his ear.

He was mine to play with and for the next hour, I savored every inch of his skin with tongue, lips, teeth and nails…

What madness is this…

cincitysins — Wed, 23 Jan 2008 15:19:27 +0000

His eyes are the blue of a glacier when the first rays of dawn strike it, reflecting the chill of the Artic ocean back upon its surface.
Cold, calculating, hard…daring me to disappoint him.

And yet, in their depths a fire burns.
It rages inside him, barely contained, barely constrained.
Heat roils off of his body in waves.
I press myself closer to him, relishing the warmth and daring him to burn me.

His hands, fingers blunt and strong, grasp my undulating hips and press me tighter to his hardness.
A low moan, a slight gasp escapes my lips.
My tongue darts out quickly to moisten them.
He eyes, those glacial eyes, watch with undisguised desire as the tip of my tongue peeks out.
I tease him, taunt him, with a slow caress across my upper lip.
Hands flex, strength so obvious in them, yet not deployed upon my tender white flesh.

“Roll over…” I whisper demandingly in his ear, breath hot and teasing.

His head snaps back, his eyes narrow.
Oh no…my warrior does not want to relinquish his position of power so easily.

“I want you…on your stomach… now…” I again demand huskily in his ear, this time with a teasing tongue tracing the delicate outer shell.

A moan, deep and masculine, rumbles through his chest.
And he acquiesces to my demand.
I do not relinquish my straddled position.
Instead, I force him to turn within the constraints of my outstretched thighs.
His muscles bunch with strain, knowing that if he dislodges me the game could be over.

I watch with hungry eyes.
Tracing ever curve, every line of his body.
My core clenches tightly and a warmth pools inside me.
I want this man.
I want to feel his length buried deep inside me.

But first, I want to caress every inch of his heated flesh.
I want to breathe of hot line of my breath down his spine.
I want to sink my teeth into his delectable ass.
I want to drag my nails across his shoulders, leaving faint trace marks.
I want to taste his skin, allowing his sweat to rest on my tongue.
I want to cover myself in his scent and he in mine.
I want to worship the altar that is his body and place my own mark upon him.

What madness is this….

Not madness at all.
Every pleasure that I bestow upon him is a pleasure I want, I allow.
Every rumble of his pleasure that echoes through this room — I have wrung from him.
With my body, I will enslave him to my will.

He will always believe he is in control.

I know better…

My breath is your breath

cincitysins — Tue, 15 Jan 2008 03:41:16 +0000

Your lips were brushing mine. Soft, sweet, butterfly brushes of your lips against mine. My breath is a soft breeze against your lips and you finally claimed me for a kiss that had been long in the making.

You groan low and deep and your hands come around to my back, to pull me closer. The soft sweetness of our kiss, masks an underlying hunger that will not be denied and the fire flashes quickly between us. Your teeth are nipping at my bottom lip, your tongue lovingly caressing that which you have just bitten.

Your arms pull me closer towards you, scooting me to the edge of my chair so that our bodies were pressed tightly to one another, fitted from chest to hip. My legs tighten around your thighs and you groan again.

The kiss quickly devolved to a mating of tongues, quick breaths and roving hands. We were on fire and it was quickly consuming us. My hands traveled the length of your back, nails raking lightly up and down your flesh. You growl a rumbling, throaty noise that causes your chest to vibrate against mine.

Your hands cup my ass and suddenly you were standing, holding me tightly to your body.

And just like that,
I own you.
My body is your temple,
come worship me and feel
that which you will forever crave.

Wet and Wanting

cincitysins — Fri, 14 Dec 2007 17:44:08 +0000

What can I say? There are times when I like being dominant and times I like being submissive. Press me up against the warm shower tiles, warm water pouring over us. With your left hand, trap both my wrists above my head and hold me still. The other hand can sweep across my body, feeling every soft curve as I moan with desire. Brush the back of your hand across my cheek and down my neck. If you bite my earlobe right now I’ll come instantly, that’s how hot you’ve got me. Cup my right breast and pinch the nipple as I shudder with the aftershocks of my release. As my breathing starts to slow again, trace the dip of my waist and across the flare of my hip until you are caressing my ass and kneading the flesh gently. Slip your fingers between my thighs and feel how wet you’ve gotten me. It would be so easy for you to take me now…………

You seem to be in control,
and yet you are not.
Never forget,
it is my desires that you are meeting,
Not yours.