Wednesday, February 29, 2012

Icy Pole at the beach.

 This week's wanton Wednesday was brought to you by the letter I. Summer is still hitting with a vengance here and I really liked @zlliwla suggestion of icy pole. I hope you all enjoy what I did with it.

Once you have read be sure to get along to Dangerous Lilly to see what the other Wanton folk are up to. 

It was hot. One of those days when the bitumen melts and the heat hits you with real physical force when you leave the air-conditioning. Sean and I drove down to the beach to see what was happening. We knew that the whole world would be there but it was really the only place to go when it was hot like that.
We were right, the whole world was there. We didn't even bother getting the boards off the car. Even if there was a wave there were about five hundred people out there waiting for it. We sat for a while in the shade at the tables outside of the surf club watching the world going by. We contemplated going for a swim but we didn't like the idea of fighting off bodies for a space in the ocean just didn't seem worth the effort.
Sean gave me a nudge and I noticed a girl I had never seen before sitting across from us. Her tanned legs sprouted out of her cut-offs and her full young breasts filled out her bikini top nicely. She was completely oblivious to us as she sat looking at the ocean eating her icy pole.
Her mouth was mesmerising, full lips, coated with liquid from her ice block glistened red. Almost seductively she licked the outside of the ice block from the base to the tip. And then she opened those full red lips a little wider and inserted the whole ice block into her mouth. She clamped down and sucked the sweetness from the ice before sliding it slowly out of her mouth. 
"Oh man," Sean breathed.
I nodded in agreement.
Still she seemed unaware of us, the icy pole shrank away with her sucking. Then a friend walked up to her. She held her icy pole against her lip as her friend talked to her for a moment. The heat made red drips fall from the ice onto her breast. Mesmerised I watched the liquid trail down her chest into the valley between her breasts. The coolness made her nipples poke out against the fabric. All I could think of was taking down that top and sucking those nipples into my mouth.
"You dripped on yourself," her friend pointed out to her.
"Damn! Now I will be all sticky." Quickly she sucked the excess juice out of the icy pole wiping at her chest with her hand.
"I will fix it." Her friend reached behind her neck and opened her bikini. My jaw dropped open as her friend bent down and licked the sweet stickiness from the girl's chest. I felt a raging hard on as her head moved slightly to the left and a set of pink lips closed around a fully erect nipple. The girl sighed in pleasure and then incredibly looked over to us both sitting there with our mouths hanging open. A cheeky look came into her eyes and she reached over her friend's back and slid her ice block down the bottom of her back and almost into her shorts.
"Ooops," she giggled as her friend straightened up. "Turn around and let me fix you."
Without a comment her friend turned around unzipping her shorts as she did so. The faded denim slid down over her full round butt before falling to her feet. She stood facing the world in a tiny G-tring bikini. She took the ice from her friend and looked at me and Sean deliberately sliding the coolness deep into her mouth and sucking hard. Behind her the topless girl ran her tongue over the top of her ass and across her lower back in slow strokes.
She took the stick from the ice block out of her mouth and rested it against her lips for a moment. A pang went through me as I realised that our live porn show was about to end. My cock was throbbing inside my boardies aching for a sucking like the one the icy pole just got. Then the two girls walked over to us.
They stood one in front of each of us. I looked straight in front of me at a belly and a tiny triangle of fabric barely covering her pussy. I noticed a thin strip of wetness staining the fabric just where it plunged between her legs. Glancing over at Sean I saw him tentatively reach up to pinch those beautiful nipples hanging just above his head.
"You looked like you were enjoying that ice block," Sean commented.
"It is always good to have something to suck on a hot day," she replied.
I nodded my head in agreement thinking about pulling down that tiny G-string and sliding my tongue into the slit between her friend's legs.
"You know," she continued after a moment. "This place is pretty crowded. I have air-conditioning back at mine.You guys want to come and hang out for a while?"

"Brian you need to get and mow that lawn!" Dazed and sleepy, I shook my head in confusion. What was Mum doing here? The shrill voice continued,
"You promised you would mow the lawn this afternoon." She was standing above me with her hands on her hips. "Really ever since you moved back in you have been such a lazy ass. Don't think I am going to be making your dinner while you sleep here under the fan all afternoon." Frowning still getting over the shock of being dragged from such an awesome dream I watched Mum stomping back into the kitchen.
"And if you are going to watch porn in your room get some decent stuff. All that fake orgasming puts me off."

Tuesday, February 28, 2012

TMI Tuesday - Sex and Romance

This week’s TMI Tuesday is about sex and romance. Who doesn’t enjoy a little romance or the art of seduction before engaging in sex? Often times the prelude is better than the actual ‘event’.

I found this on a blog I stumbled accross, Candy coated Nightmares. Apparently it is hung on the wall in a dentist's waiting room somewhere because the dentists think it is soothing to the patients!!!
Anyhoo on with the questions.
1. You are sitting alone in a restaurant because your lunch date is late. Do you:
a) Throw something and then make out with the waiter.
b) Check to make sure he or she didn’t get into an accident, then wait patiently for two hours and use the time to compose a love song or poem.
c) Send a nasty text followed up by a voice mail telling him/her that “romance is dead and so are you!”
d) Wait for 20 minutes, and then text-message a pal to join you for lunch.
The honest to goodness answer to this question for me is that I have never been stood up in that way. At all that I can recall. So in the hypothetical situation that it did happen these days my response would probably be a combination of b) and c) check to make sure there was not genuine reason for it and then mentally strike them off the list as time wasters. Of course Jake would never stand me up without VERY good reason so he would automatically be off the hook.

2. What’s more important, a romantic relationship or your career?
Of course a romantic relationship. Having been married for nearly 13 years Jake and I have learned to bend our lives and relationships to fit with career requirements so these days neither of us can really say that the relationship gets in the way of the career.

3. You love to role play in the bedroom, which one of these is more likely to be your kink?
a. Doctor and the naughty nurse
b. You’re the gardener, I’m the hoe
c. Persnickety principal and the wayward pupil that needs a spanking
d. Me Tarzan, you Jane
e. Scattered-brain boss and the seductive secretary
Role play is not a huge part of our bedroom antics and I have not been fortunate to be involved in a role play set up with a play partner as yet. Although I would definitely enjoy it. If I had to choose one it would be the principal and the naughty schoolgirl with the very short skirt.

4. When you want sex, who tends to make the first move?
a. Me! I like to go for what I want.
b. It varies. Sometimes my partner/significant other/date or sometimes me.
c. Oh definitely the other person. Even if I want it, I’m not about to admit such a thing.
d. I drop subtle hints hoping he/she will pick up on it.
I think I would go with b)

5. When it comes to lovemaking, select the answer that best describes you/your attitudes
a. vanilla – meets society’s middle of the road standards
b. adventurous
c. kinky
d. trisexual – I will try anything once, twice if I like it, three times to make sure.  –Mae West
Definitely d). Our main rules are 'never say never' and 'don't knock it until you try it.' Although we do temper this with the out that if we don't like it we will get up, put our pants on and leave. We also have the general rule of operation that if one of us is out then the other is out as well. So if one of us is putting our pants on the other will follow suit straight away.

6. You want to seduce that sexy someone, what is the sweet-nothing that you’ll whisper in his/her ear?
"Hello there. I think you are hot. You want to fuck?" There really is no point in pussy footing around. It just wastes good fucking time.

Bonus: What’s your idea of a romantic getaway?
The answer to this question has been provided by Jake:
A nice hotel with fantastic white sheets on the bed and a balcony overlooking the beach.

If you liked this set of questions make sure you head over to TMI Tuesday to check out the other entries.

Wednesday, February 22, 2012

Breaking the Habit - Wanton Wednesday

Wanton Wednesday is here again. This week I asked for H words from my lovely followers and the very sexy @honeyflick suggested 'habit'. Another follower, @zlliwa suggested halo. And so 'Breaking the Habit' was born.

Make sure you head on over to Wanton Wednesday to check out this week's other entries.

Breaking the Habit      

Jen sat watching the doorway. Every time the door swung her heart lurched. She eagerly scanned the face of each person who walked through the doorway wondering if they were the one she was waiting for. As each one turned away from her she felt a little deflated. Unconsciously she began to chew her nails. She was constantly trying to break this habit that Sir detested.
Realising what she was doing Jen snatched her hand away from her mouth and began fussing with the hem of her skirt. As always when she was in public and under instruction she was not wearing any panties. As always, she fretted that someone would see her nudity. She wasn't sure what she was more afraid of, the shame of being exposed this way or the wrath of Sir that she had allowed someone to see his property. Without realising she began to chew her fingernail again.
"Malcolm did tell me that you had some nervous habits." A male voice spoke from beside her chair and Jen jumped.
"I am sorry," the stranger pulled out a chair and sat opposite her. "I didn't mean to startle you."
Jen nodded looking down at her hands clasped together in her lap. Her heart thundered in her chest. He hadn't said the word but he knew Sir. It must be him. When Sir had set this task Jen felt panic deep in her heart. He had told her to come here tonight and wait for a man who would use the code word. She didn't know anything about him except that she had never met him before and that she was to do exactly what she was told. Right now she wasn't sure what she was more afraid of. Completing the task or running away and having to face Sir later.
"I love the way the light plays in your hair. It is as if you have a halo." The man leaned forward and whispered into her ear.
He used the word! Halo. Jen tried to hunch further down into her chair but it wasn't possible. Through her terror the scent of her new companion and the feel of his words in her ear set her taught nerves jangling. Or was the realisation that he had used the code word that set her off? A trickle of wetness formed between her thighs. She braved a look at her companion sitting opposite calmly studying her. She caught sight of his hands. Her heart leapt as she took in their smooth skin and the way they looked to strong and capable. For a second she imagined the feel of them on her skin squeezing her nipple and slapping her bare butt.
"My name is Evan," her companion smiled at her. "Malcolm did tell me that you were amazing but I was not prepared for such a beautiful woman."
Jen allowed herself a small smile. His scrutiny was causing the wetness in between her legs to increase.
"Malcolm told me that you would be dressed appropriately." His eyes bored into her now looking very serious. "Show me." His words were not a request but still Jen hesitated. Her prudish upbringing warred with her training to obey. Steeling herself and shutting her eyes she opened her legs for a moment before crossing them again.
"I will tell you when you can close your legs." Evan's voice was quiet but forceful. "I want to see you."
Jen swallowed hard and opened her knees again. Colour rose in her cheeks as she sat displaying herself to him. She felt as if the whole bar was looking at her bare naked pussy. The shame made her want to crawl under the chair.
Evan moved to stand beside her with his hand on her shoulder, "Stand up. We are going now." He caressed her shoulder gently for a moment. "But before you do I want you to take off your bra and give it to me."
Quaking under his firm gaze Jen wriggled out of her bra and handed it to him. Her cheeks burned with shame as she noticed a man at the bar watching her. Evan put his arm around her waist and guided her out of the bar and across the lobby. Holding her close to him he whispered into her ear what he would do to her when he had her in his room upstairs. Jen's nipples poked through the fabric of her dress and she felt the wetness in her cunt beginning to run down her legs.
In the elevator Evan pressed her against the wall and lifted her short skirt. His hand pressed her thighs apart and his fingers stroked her soaking wet pussy.
"You are such a horny slut," his voice was hot in her ear. She felt his hard erection against her leg and moaned against his chest. Keeping one hand against her hot wet cunt Evan slipped his other hand inside her dress and pinched her nipple softly at first and then harders she moaned in pleasure against him. Then the cubicle stopped and the door opened to allow more people inside.
Evan lifted himself off her and moved to stand beside her. The tiny room was filled with the smell of her arousal and Jen reached to make sure the hem of her dress was pulled down. A strong hand gripped her wrist and prevented any adjustments. Jen was sure that she had pussy juice running down her leg.
"When we get out of this elevator I am going to show you what happens to dirty sluts like you." Evan whispered into Jen's ear.
The couple on the opposite side of the elevator smiled nervously. Jen felt the elevator stop and the doors slid open.
"This is us." Evan addressed the nervous couple before guiding Jen out into the hallway. He moved slightly away from the elevator doors and then turned around to face Jen.
"Take off your clothes." Jen's heart raced and she hesitated for a second before pulling down the neck of her dress and wriggling it down to her feet. She made to step out of her shoes but Evan stopped her. "Keep the shoes on." Taking her hand he helped her step out of the dress before he bent down to pick the garment up.
"Walk to the end of the hallway." He commanded. "Our door is on the left."
Jen walked slowly down the hallway. Evan walked behind admiring the lines of her back and her smooth round cheeks. At the doorway she stopped waiting for him. She was surprised when the door swung open to admit her. Another man, slightly younger than Evan guided her inside. His eyes were devouring her hungrily but he didn't speak to her.
"She is as lovely as Malcolm promised," the younger man spoke to Evan almost as if Jen were a piece of furniture.
"Yes and she is a dirty slut who can't wait to be fucked." Evan tweaked Jen's naked nipple. In front of her the younger man undressed. Jen's eyes widened as she took in the size of his cock standing out in front of him. "I see that you are impatient as always," Evan smiled fondly at his friend.
"You know Master that I adore you in all ways possible." The young man kneeled at Evan's feet.
"And you have been particularly well behaved this week." Evan stroked his hair affectionately. "That is why I have brought this treat for you tonight. Among other things she is your reward for finally breaking that filthy habit of chewing your nails."

Tuesday, February 21, 2012

My First TMI Tuesday

 I came accross this blog a couple of weeks ago and so I thought I would play along this week. I hope you all enjoy the answers to the questions. You can check out the other participants by visiting the TMI Tuesday Post.

Be kind to me..... It's my first time.

1. List ONE word to describe your last sexual encounter.
I am reluctant to answer this question in full honesty because the word would have to be routine.
I will refer to one that happened over the weekend and the word will be five.

2. Can you recall your worst sexual experience? Why was it so awful? Did you do anything at the time to try to make it better?A couple come to mind. Like everyone I have a painful story about being a teenager and trying to be cool. When I lost my virginity at seventeen it was with a man who was about six years older. I didn't want to seem uncool by not telling him about my lack of experience. To make it worse he was quite large and because he assumed I knew what I was doing he wasn't particularly gentle. Consequently the whole experience was a little bit painful and a real let down. I didn't go back.
Later when I was much older I fell into a drunken tryst at a work conference with a collegue. We had shared a lot of sexual tension for a long time. Fear of being discovered and alcohol meant that neither of us enjoyed ourselves.

3. Do you fuck outside the box?We all have a laundry list of things–features, demographic characteristics, etc. that we like and/prefer in a sexual partner. Do you ever deviate from that list? Give an example.
Personally I have a thing for larger guys. I mean tall broad shouldered guys who can lift me off the ground. I am 173cm tall so not really small myself. I also prefer a cock above average size (yes I did just say that). However I have learned in my journey through this lifestyle that being picky and sticking to the type you like at all times can be a little boring. I have had several fantastic enounters with smaller men who really know how to please a woman. As a result I have added 'small and energetic' to my list of preferred 'types'. But in practise as long as they guy is clean, respectful and we can have a comfortable conversation together we will investigate taking things further.

4. Do you blend BDSM in to your relationship? If yes, just in the bedroom or in other areas of your life? Explain.
I love to read the stories of people who live a BDSM lifestyle with their Dominant. I find tales of Daddy and his little girl sometimes highly erotic but when it comes to our own play we limit BDSM practises to spanking, some biting and scratching, very light hair pulling and some blindfoding and restraint. I would like to further explore my submissive side but I have yet to find someone who I feel comfortable with to do this.

5. Does the thought of your partner/significant other having sex with another person turn you on? Would you want to watch the act? Would you like to join in?
Jake and I have been active in the swinging lifestyle for a number of years now. Over the time I have watched him have sex with many different women in different situations. It is always a rewarding experience to see him feeling so much pleasure. One of my favourite things to do is to lick the pussy of the woman he is with while she sits astride him. Divine

Bonus: Fill in the blanks.
I like it _____ on the outside and ______ in the middle.

The answers are seared and bloody. That would of course be for a steak! 

Saturday, February 18, 2012

Happy Birthday Mrs Fix It

This lifestyle Jake and I found ourselves in can give you the opportunity to do some pretty spectacular things. As I mentioned last week Mrs Fix It celebrated her birthday over the weekend. Of course Jake and I attended. There was much fun, fucking, fellatio, fingering and cunnilingus. Probably some other stuff as well but I can't think of an F word for them.

Swinging can take many formats and to celebrate her birthday Mrs Fix It chose to rent an apartment in the city with a couple of bedrooms, a comfy couch, a balcony etc. All up there were about 20 guests all attending with their partner. As is the norm with these parties after a short chatting phase with clothes on nudity ensued. I found myself recieving a very nice massage from an attentive skilled man who later treated me to his very, very talented tongue.

Someone came into the room with us and there was more oral. Jake being on the receiving end of an extremely talented girl's tongue. I heard a rumor that one guy in the other room had four lovely ladies paying close attention to him and was on my way to investigate but somehow found myself on the couch with Mr Fix It. Somehow he got naked, took off my knickers and bent me over the couch. Fucking ensued. Then there was this other cock, so I just had to suck it. When Mr Fix It got tired my new friend took over from him and then there was another cock to suck. I am sure you all get the picture.

I did rather enjoy that part of the evening but there was more. I won't bore you all with the details.I was pretty impressed with the level of nudity, the open availability of penises and the gorgeous,sexy women showing off their bodies. Jake much to my great delight enjoyed himself throughly. As did Mrs Fix It. Her moans and screams of pleasure drowned out music often and it was amazing to watch a woman enjoy herself. I must compliment her on her choice of venue, hostessing skills etc. I would also like to wish her a very Happy Birthday

On the whole the evening was a pretty mind boggling experience. We are experienced enough now to know that what we are doing is pretty routine for some people but every now and then you catch yourself thinking "How in the hell did I get HERE". I guess it is just an example of what can happen if you take a walk on the wild side sometimes.

I was reading Sexy Northern Angel's post this afternoon about walking outside your comfort zone. A lot of the things she said really rang a bell with me and I highly recommend you take the time to read it. A couple of years ago there was NO WAY Jake and I would have been able to have an experience like this and wake up the next morning feeling so positive about what had happened the night before. I am proud of our growth as a couple that has allowed us to enjoy evenings like this one. Swinging is not for everyone and it is certainly NOT a way to fix a relationship that is broken. However opening our minds and being honest with each other has allowed us to get to this point and I don't think I could go back to being vanilla and being happy.

Wednesday, February 15, 2012

Gummi Bears

Welcome to Wanton Wednesday. Due to her committments with Eroticon the lovely Ruby has put Wank Wednesday on hold for a few weeks. However if you need your Wank you can check out the excellent entries already posted this year over at Word Ejaculation.

There is still room to be Wanton so you can also head over to Dangerous Lilly to see what the other Wanton folk are up to this week. My personal favourite is Honey Flick, delicious.

In keeping with Ruby's alphabet theme I asked my Facebook followers for a 'G' word prompt. Gummy was the suggestion I went with. I hope you enjoy.

Nick ran down the hallway towards the double doors. Just before he reached the doorway they swung shut. He stood for a few moments resting his hand on the door handle catching his breath before he slowly turned the handle and pushed the door open as silently as possible. The lecture theatre was almost filled but there were still a few seats at the back. Quietly Nick made his way towards the nearest one slipping into it and taking his notebook from his bag just as the lecturer started speaking.
He began taking notes trying to make sense of the formulae on the projector in front of him. The adrenalin from the rush to get here drained out of him and tiredness seeped into him. His body craved sleep. The lecturer's voice began to fade into the background and Nick became aware of a sweet, vaguely familiar smell. Shaking himself awake he tried to focus on the lecture but he found himself looking around to find the source of the scent.
Then he saw her, sitting in the row in front, a little across from him eating gummi bears. He had seen this girl before. Wavy brown hair was tucked behind her ear. Slender fingers gripped her pen as she scribbled notes. The neck of her shirt fell just so that from this angle Nick was treated to a glimpse of smooth skin falling into an enticing cleavage. A half-eaten bear sat between her full red lips moving slightly as she sucked it. Nick watched the sweet fascinated by the gentle movement of the lips magically holding the little bear and sucking the sweetness out of it.
Nick gave a small sigh as she sucked the bear into her mouth and began to chew it slowly. Her tongue traced the outline of her lips as she licked away the remaining sweetness. Then she reached forward for another one. Her fingers held the jelly against her lips as she licked the sugar from the outside with little cat like movements before she slipped the bear between her lips and began sucking again.
Shaking his head Nick returned to his lecture but the formulae on the whiteboard meant nothing to him. The figures swam together and seemed to form into a large gummi bear. Long slender fingers reached out and plucked the bear from the board. The girl knelt before him and licked the bear with her pink tongue. Nick found himself easing his aching cock out of his jeans and holding it out for her. She smiled up at him and slipped the formula-bear between her lips as she bent down and began licking the tip of his cock.
Containing a groan of pleasure Nick slumped further down in his seat inviting her to lick the shaft. Obligingly she ran her tongue down the length of him before pressing her lips over the tip of his cock and sucking firmly. A tiny whimper came from Nick's mouth and one hand gripped the back of her head.
She pressed her tongue to the back of her front teeth as she looked up at him and unbuttoned the top button of her shirt. Firm round breasts spilled out and she bent down to slide her lips over his cock head and down his shaft. Warmth flooded through him and he felt his cock against the back of her throat.
Her head moved slowly up and down, her hair fell forward onto his belly and she swirled the bear and her tongue over the tip of his cock. Nick felt the urgency building in him and magically she responded. The little bear melted away and all he could feel was her firm lips and her magic tongue. She sucked harder giving tiny moans of pleasure from deep inside her body. Nick's knuckles turned white as he gripped the arms of his chair, digging his nails into the plastic.
Suddenly the lecture theatre came alive as students began to file out. The girl between his legs disappeared. Groggily Nick looked around him. Students walked past not even seeing him. He looked down, his jeans were safely zipped. He glanced over at the seat in the next row forward a little to the side of him it was empty.
As he straightened his papers and packed them into his briefcase a lolly packet fell onto his table. Slowly he lifted the plastic up and the sweet smell of gummi bears filled his nostrils. Hurriedly Nick shoved his books and papers into his briefcase and pushed through the departing students into the hallway outside. He was just in time to see a girl with brown wavy hair open the door to the courtyard outside. He looked down at the packet clutched in his hand. On the back was written a phone number.

Sunday, February 12, 2012

Turning into a High Maintenance Chick

All my life I have looked down my nose a little at 'High Maintenance' women. You know the ones who always seem to be at the hairdresser or the nail technician or the beautician. I prided myself on being 'low maintenance'. Somewhere in my twisted female brain I thought it would give me an advantage.

When Jake and I met I wore glasses, visited the hairdresser about twice a year and kept my fingernails short. I owned about one dress and three pairs of shoes, one of which was the steel capped boots I wore to work.

These days I find myself doing all those things I used to scoff at other women for doing. Visits to the hairdresser (although still not as often as the hairdresser would like!!) waxing, and nail maintenance. Getting ready to go out seems to involve days of preparation and planning. Hair has to be washed at the latest the morning before. Body hair needs to be attended to. Waxing needs to be completed a day before.The outfit and accessories can take a while to decide on as well as the grooming before actual departure.

I wonder sometimes who all this grooming is for. Certainly the removal of body hair is something that we appreciate on our dates and I am sure that my partners appreciate the smooth skin. But what about the hair, nails, dress and shoes? Certainly at clubs there is a little bit of emphasis on dress. And probably a bit of competition between some of the women at least about who looks the hottest.

Recently I was at a club chatting with a single male friend of ours. As you do we were checking out the various outfits and I was bemoaning my inablity to find a new dress. I am looking for a new killer dress but being a little fussy and not a size 8 is posing a few problems. He couldn't see why I was getting so hung up on it. His words were something like this,

    "If you are hot then it doesn't matter if you turn up in a potato sack."

The look he gave me as he made this comment indicated that I was more than welcome to turn up in a potato sack. I am flattered but it hasn't diminshed my mission to find a killer dress. I guess at the end of the day women do dress a particular way not just for the benefit of the men in their lives, (which is good because like my friend most of them would rather see us walking around naked.) but rather for the approval of each other and more importantly for their own gratification. If a woman is wearing something that makes her feel hot she is going to act accordingly.

And so faced with a party looming at the end of this week I find myself on the merry go round of grooming. It has taken me a rather long conversation with my hairdresser and swapping appointments with Jake (boys have to comply with the grooming requirements of this lifestyle as well.) to get my hair presentable. I am now worrying about all my other hair. I don't have time to get a wax and I hate shaving. (More grooming). I have also had a long conversation with my nails about not breaking. Mr Fix it will be at this party and he does love a good scratch down his back in the throes of passion. Natural nails do that soooo much better.

In addition I have not completed my costume. One cannot walk accross the foyer of a hotel in a crotchet bikini (it is a 70's party) so more dilemmas. Of course an hour after we all arrive we will be naked and getting very busy so it will be a tad irrelevant or will it. Will the looking at seductively dressed women for a little while give the guys that extra edge? I like to think so. I know I certainly like looking at a half clothed nipple it just makes me want to expose it and taste it.

Thursday, February 9, 2012

Pyro's Pleasure

In the absence of a full Wank Wednesday prompt we are just being Wanton this week. In the spirit of all this please visit Dangerous Lilly to check out the other wanton stories and pictures.

Under regular circumstances Wank Wednesday would be borught to you by the letter F. At the suggestion of Mr Fix It the word for today is fire.

Sometimes even I am surprised at what comes out of my brain and today is no exception. Jake was impressed with this deviation. Enjoy.

Genevieve looked out of the window of her tower. The dragon was still there of course. The spectacular creature was curled around the base of her tower. Its scales were an iridescent blue that shimmered almost green and a small flame flickered from one nostril as it dozed in the early morning light.  
A red glint caught Genevieve's eye. He jaw dropped as she caught sight of the most enormous ruby she had ever seen.
"My goodness!" she exclaimed.
The dragon tensed and looked up at her. Slowly it raised is head to peer into her window. For a moment they looked into each other's eyes. The ancient yellow reptilian eye seemed to be almost pleading with a pair of cornflour blue human eyes that conveyed a whole torrent of frustration. Then almost casually the dragon cast the ruby into the room. A beam of sunlight was caught by the gem and prisms of red light reflected on all the walls of the room.
"Really!" Genevieve tossed her blonde curls. "What AM I supposed to do with this?" She bent down and picked up the ruby to shake it at the dragon. "Can I eat it? Will it satisfy any other bodily need?"
The dragon squirmed a little under the icy blue gaze and if it were possible blushed at her last question. Genevieve tossed the gem onto the top of a pile of similar items in the corner. For a moment she looked at the pile that was worth enough to buy any kingdom she wished. The irony of being trapped in this tower with such wealth was not lost on her. Right now she would gladly exchange the whole lot for a chocolate cake and a good man.  
The dragon watched her and then with a low growl in its throat it lifted itself up into the air and away.
"Make sure you don't break this one in half!" Genevieve leaned out of the window to shout after the retreating body of the dragon.
About an hour later the return of the dragon was announced by a swoosh of wings. Then an unfamiliar voice echoed around her living room,
"What the?"
Peeking through the doorway from her bedchamber Genevieve saw a tall broad shouldered man standing next to the window. Warmth spread across her belly as her eyes hungrily took in his size and the slight bulge in his trousers. Not one to waste time she stepped into the room slipping her robe down over her shoulders as she walked up to him.
"Hello there," Genevieve waited until she was standing in front of him to let the robe fall completely to the floor.
"Uh hello." The man looked bewildered and glanced over his shoulder at the window. He turned quickly away when he caught sight of a big yellow dragon eye looking at him steadily.
"Well Pyro you have done well this time." Genevieve reached up and slid her hands inside the man's shirt. With a quick flick of her wrists and a sharp tearing sound the shirt joined her robe on the floor. A smile played across her lips as she stroked his chest teasing his nipples with her nails.
"Take your pants off," she commanded him. Obediently he removed his pants and stood in front of her completely naked. Genevieve walked around him slowly looking him over. When she completed her inspection she stood in front of him. He was at least a head taller than her. Just the way she liked.
"Pyro brings me treasures often," she gestured towards the pile of gems in the corner. "But you know a woman needs more than gems in her life." To demonstrate Genevieve rubbed her naked breasts against the man's chest. "What is your name?"
"Luther," the man answered with dignity.
"Mmmmnn," her eyes took on a faraway look as she slipped her finger between her legs. For a moment she stood with her knees slightly apart as she fingered herself. Then she slipped her finger out of her pussy and held it up to him. Luther licked the musk from her finger as she watched him closely."
"So when that happens he brings me other treats, like you." Genevieve smiled before she took on a more serious expression. "And so your duty today is to pleasure me. Pyro loves to hear me scream. He gets off on it in his weird dragon way." Genevieve's eye slanted towards the dragon watching intently from the window. She walked deliberately over to the couch against the wall opposite the window and lay down with her legs spread wide.
Her finger toyed with the node above the entrance to her pussy and the smell of her arousal filled the room. A deep sigh came from the window. As if he was in a trance the man walked over to her and knelt between her knees.
Genevieve lay back with her eyes closed as Luther tentatively stroked her labia with his tongue. Gently she pressed the back of his head into her.
"Don’t be shy." She instructed languidly. Her lover responded dipping his tongue into her juicy folds and inserting it deep inside her. Genevieve's toes curled and her pert breasts heaved in response to his attentions. Small moans increased to loud animal groans as he sucked and nibbled at her clitoris while he plunged his fingers deep inside her.
When she felt as if she could bear no more her lover raised his face from between her legs. Juice dripped down his chin and he looked pleased with himself as he looked at her lying gasping on the couch. He reached out and gently pinched her nipples and another orgasm convulsed through her. Her eyes opened slightly,
"Do I pass," his deep throaty voice sent another shiver through her.
Genevieve roused herself just enough to answer him, "I think so." She managed to gasp weakly as she fell back against the couch.
Luther turned to the dragon watching from the window, "What do you think? Should I finish her off?" 
Pyro blinked and then nodded his head once as his new friend turned back to Genevieve. Slowly he slid his cock into her, filling her soaking wet pussy with himself. A low moan came from Genevieve. A sympathetic keen came from the window.
Luther gave in to his own desire and pounded into Genevieve's deep well. Her breasts bounced in time with his pumping and her moans bounced off the walls. As she screamed out her pleasure He joined in her climax with a long groan before collapsing on top of her. A happy sound came from the dragon watching them.
After a few moments Luther sat back on his heels and studied Genevieve closely.
"A workout like that sure does make you hungry," he observed. "Can you show me where the kitchen is? I think we both deserve a big fat chocolate cake before we embark on round two."