tinder date.

     I decided to get with it.  Have you heard?  Internet dating isn't creepy and weird anymore.  Plus, I just got a smart phone.  Intro ... Tinder!

     But, this thing is addictive!  And after a few weeks of using it, I'm still not technically "dating" anyone.  I quickly scroll through hundreds of faces, either swiping yes or no, anywhere, EVERYWHERE (are you aware that these things fit in your pocket?), receiving a "match" whenever someone has pressed "like" for me, too.  It's an absolutely perfect ego boost for my neurotic, non committal, and passive self.  But, that's where it's ends.  I still haven't messaged anyone back.

      Enough!  Either do it, just once even, or delete the god forsaken app!  It's consuming your life.  I don't think I've looked up from my phone in a week, and I have a job!  Today is the day.  It's just a one night stand, after all.  No big deal.  Let's see ...  Anthony?  I almost press yes, but realize that we're talking about someone I actually might sleep with, this time.  No.  No, no, no.  I suddenly get very picky.  Wait!  Mark.  Nice smile, good looking, nice build.  Yes.  Unfortunately on Tinder, I can't talk to him unless he "likes" me, too.  This is dumb.  I browse, making some more carefully considered "yes" swipes.  Mike, Devon, Andrew, and Cameron.  I vow to put it away for an hour.  When I pull my phone back out, Andrew has messaged me.

     "Hey there!  How's your day going?"  I like it.  Proper spelling, with a question that implies that I'm an actual human being.  Reply.  So easy.  Don't over think it, just write anything.
     "Good!  Finishing work soon.  Nice to meet you."  Was that so hard?  Feelings of relief, and accomplishment.
    "What are you doing afterward?"  Followed with a quick add on, "I find messaging impersonal, and I think you're cute.  Hope it's not too forward."  I think I'm going to have a heart attack.  It's too late to bail, now.
    "Nothing really.  Maybe grab a quick coffee?  Just to meet?"  I'm surprised at my own forwardness, but once I put my mind to something ...
    "Sure.  How's seven o'clock?"  Tinder, the real speed dating.

     A couple hours later, I'm primping as much as I can in the staff washroom.  I arrive at the cafe, and it's thankfully fairly crowded.  Better for awkward silences.  It's easy to pick Andrew out from his profile; I can see him at a table, ordering something from the waitress.  He has a neatly trimmed beard which is surprising, but it makes him look more stylish than I took him to be in his pictures.  It also gives him a rugged look, accentuating his jawline.  Do I detect a bit of ginger in it?  I'm alright with that.  I take a breath, walk over, and introduce myself.  "Andrew?"  He looks up and smiles in relief.
     "I'm Melissa," I say, extending a hand.
     "Hi," he breathes.  "You look great."  I laugh, nervously, probably blushing as well.  "Sorry, I've just never done this before.  I didn't know what to expect."  I laugh.
     "Me neither.  It's okay.  Thanks."  After an hour or so of the appropriate small talk, some more interesting questions come out.  "So, what are you looking for right now," I venture.
     "Well, I'm re entering the dating scene after ending a long relationship.  I'm just looking to meet people, have some fun."
     "So, casual sex?"  I ask, devilishly.  He smiles, replying.
     "If that's where things go.  It's all pretty new to me.  You?"
     "Sex.  Just sex."  We both laugh.  I might regret this in the morning, but I decide to take the risk.  "Do you want to get a drink somewhere?"

       Later, much later.  We drunkenly stand at my doorstep, preparing to say goodbye.  We hug, pressing our bodies into each other, and we stand there, locked, and swaying.  We pull away, standing again under our own weight.  I laugh, feeling very much like a schoolgirl, and grab his face, holding it close to mine for a kiss.  He responds, and it feels like he is wrapping his tongue around me, and pulling me in.  His lips are cold in the night, but I feel warm.  We embrace, once last time.  Before I ask him inside.

     We kiss against the inside of the door as well, leaning against it for support.  We hurriedly rip off our coats, linked at the lips, our hats and scarves flying briefly into the air before ending up on the hallway floor.  Andrew feels my breasts through my shirt, kisses my neck, as I reach for his shirt, beginning to pull it up over his head.  I remove my own, pressing our near naked torsos against each other, feeling the warmth of his skin.  I kiss him deeply, not feeling nervous or uncertain, but liberated and proud of myself.  I feel myself suddenly very wet between my legs, and unbutton his pants to get at his cock.  He does the rest for me, letting them fall, stepping out of them, and leaving them here on the floor.  I touch his erection over his boxers, and my pussy floods to feel how hard it is.  I fondle the bulge, leading him towards my bedroom, still not completely believing that I'm about to fuck this guy, and all because I put myself out there.
     We stand in front of the bed, I reach around my back to unclasp my bra.  Immediately, his mouth is on them, making my nipples stand out hard.  His tongue circles each nipple, grabbing them in his hands, kneading them, making moans escape my mouth.  He unbuttons my pants, pulls them over my hips, and I sit on the bed, and he pulls them off of my feet.  He sits beside me, leaning into me until I lay back.  He kisses my neck, my breasts, down my stomach, to my pussy.  He plants large kisses over my panties, and I know he must feel how wet I am.  He licks just beside it, just around my underwear, teasing me until he finally pulls them down, and I lift my hips, to allow them to be taken off as well.  He gratefully licks and sucks my clit, my lips, my opening, even drifting down towards my ass.  He kisses my thighs, my hips, them turns me around on my stomach, kisses my butt, bends over me to kiss the back of my neck, my ears, reaching around to my mouth again.   Every part of me is wet with his kisses.

     I turn on my side, inviting Andrew to lay beside me, making out, wrapped in each other, his thigh pressing between my legs, his cock sandwiched between us.  I feel fucking fantastic about it.  My hips grind into his leg, wanting to feel his entire body pressed against me.  He responds by grabbing hold of my ass, pulling me into him.  I part, only to pull down his boxers finally, revealing his erection.  I take great pleasure kissing his chest, jerking him, watching him squirm and writhe around my hand.  I return the favour, licking the tip of his cock at first, then taking it into my mouth.  My lips glide up and down him, while my tongue plays with the tip inside.  He holds my hair delicately, quickly catching any loose hair that falls out of his grasp.  I lick the shaft from the bottom to the tip, letting my tongue play with the creases of the head, running my wet lips over it, parting them to let it inside again.  He takes my face in his hands, lifting me up to him.
     We kiss, as I crawl on top, straddling his hips, and leading his cock toward me.  I wet the tip with my pussy, and slowly sit down on top of him.  I stop halfway, kissing him, bouncing slightly, letting myself relax around it.  Also, it feels so fucking good, I don't want to rush it.  His hips move into me, giving me more of his cock with every thrust, until he's all the way in, hitting me in the most perfect spot.  I lean forward, on my elbows, my hips crashing into him, again and again.  It feels better every time I thrust into him.  I kiss his neck, shoulder, mouth, to prevent myself from crying out.  Yes, yes, yes, fuck!  He grabs my hips, helping me, fucking me, and I want to scream out, don't fucking stop!  Right there!  Yes!  I fiercely come on his cock, not being able to contain myself a moment longer.  I feel an enormous release, followed by an urge to laugh like a crazy person.  I dismount, falling down beside him on the bed.  "Just give me a minute," I sigh blissfully.

      And literally after sixty seconds, I start kissing him hungrily, pulling him on top of me, imploring him to fuck me any way he wants.  

fun with two gay boys.

     My gay friend and I might hookup.  My gay guy friend, Tim.  I know, I know...

     Tim has never been with a woman before, and expressed interest in trying it.  Well, not interest, per se.  I've always been attracted to him.  He flirts with me constantly, and I love the male attention.  Did I mention, he's lovely?  And I, in a not so lovely moment, kind of bullied him into admitting it, while we were drunk.  I cornered him.  After an onslaught of questions, I made him say that if he didn't have to kiss her, touch her breasts, or go down on her, that he imagined he could get through it.  Get through it!  Did I mention that the woman he was talking about was Madonna?  Doesn't matter.  My vagina was alight with a devilish idea.  But, I'm not kidding myself.  I'm not expecting any sort of relationship or reciprocal attraction out of him.  I just want him to see that it's not so bad.  I can be very convincing.  And I desperately want to be his first.

     So, we planned it!  Having not got any tail in a while, he said that it seemed like a good time.  Tim' s coming over tonight, and he said he's bringing a surprise.  I said that it had better be his hard cock.  He just said that he needed a little help.  I'm expecting booze.  I wear a sexy dress that he always compliments me on.  When I open the door, I am surprised to see Tim, with another guy beside him.

     "Are we having a party?" I ask, having already taken a couple shots to loosen up.  
     "I didn't think you'd mind," Tim smiles.  I welcome them in, and meet Thomas; a older guy that doesn't particularly strike me as gay.  But either does Tim, if that's tells you what my gaydar is like.  He's attractive, with a striking jawline, and broad chest; that's all you need to know.  We drink, quite late into the night, flirting and laughing like old pals, and I'm wondering if Tim brought his friend over so that he wouldn't have to sleep with me.  At one point, I think I may have a better chance with Thomas.  The three of us are sitting on the couch, with me in the middle.  Thomas is looking deep into my eyes, as if he's searching for something, and smiles as if he's found it.  I'm feeling warm and squishy, and decide that I shouldn't push Tim into anything, no matter how bad I want it.  I'm the worst.  I turn to Tim and put my hand on his leg, and smile at him apologetically.   And well, Thomas may have taken that as a cue, because he takes my chin in his hand, turns my face back to his, and kisses me.

       He tastes sweet, of liquor, and his kiss is surprisingly soft.  A little confused, but sauced enough to go with the flow, I kiss him back, opening my mouth slightly to allow his warm tongue to enter.  It does, but only barely, as if too shy to leave its own cave.  I smile at the timidness of it, and give him mine, instead.  In the kiss, I'm feeling loose and loving, and almost forget Tim behind me.  I turn to him, to gauge his reaction.  I realize my hand not only hasn't left his leg, but has actually migrated towards his crotch.  
     "Oh!" I laugh, removing it, about to say sorry.  I expect him to want to leave, and he stands, but doesn't make a move towards the exit.  "Maybe we should call it a night?" I ask, hoping to at least save our friendship.  He replies with a relaxed smile. 
    "I think the night's just beginning."

      Whoa.  I get my game face on, leading them to the bedroom.  Thomas kisses me again, harder this time, with intention behind it.  He begins to lift my dress up over my head.  I see Tim take off his shirt behind Thomas, revealing a gorgeously toned upper body.  I expected nothing less from him.  He comes up behind Thomas, lifting his shirt off as well.  Thomas drifts down to my breasts, flicking the nipples through my bra with his tongue.  Tim takes off his jeans; I can see his erection through his boxer briefs, then gets started on Thomas' pants.  He reaches around him to undo the fly, kissing his neck in the process.  Seeing the two men stirs something in me.  Perhaps it's the booze talking, but I feel grateful to see them expressing their attraction in front of me, happy and privileged to witness it.  Being a straight woman, I can't begin to count the possible reasons for gay guys not to, but most I hang out with simply don't engage in PDA.  And damn, it's hot.

     Thomas continues southerly, kneeling, kissing my pussy over my panties.  I want him, I want his mouth on me, between me; the teasing is driving me wild.  Tim approaches.  He smiles, lopsided from the booze, but still a bit nervous.  He leans around Thomas, and kisses my neck.  I lean into him, breathing him in, savouring the moment of first contact.  A moan escapes my mouth, and he laughs into my neck.  Thomas below, pulls my panties down, and lets his tongue slither in between my hungry lips.  Tim reaches around me, struggling, and finally unclasping my bra.  He smiles sheepishly, beholding my breasts for the first time.  Beholding any breasts for the first time.  Thomas saves him the task, by reaching up to touch them as he kisses my pussy.  I boldly reach over for Tim's cock, and grope it through his underwear.  His eyes go wide for a second, looking at me surprised, then close, and allow himself to feel the pleasure without prejudice.  He takes them off, and I am happy to see his cock nice and hard.  I want him to have a good time.  As I think the thought, Thomas pivots on his knees towards Tim.  He grabs Tim's dick, and works it over in his hands.  Tim's hips lean forward, straining for more.  I kneel beside Thomas, and kiss him on the mouth while he jerks Tim's cock.  It seems crazy, but I take Tim's cock in my mouth, right beside Thomas.  He takes his dick out of his pants as well, and starts moving his hand over it.  He stands, removing his pants and boxers, so now I have both in front of me.  What's a girl to do?

      I take one in each hand, and begin jerking them.  I look up at them sexily, as I lick the tip of Thomas' cock now.  I swirl my tongue around Tim's.  I go back to Thomas, opening my mouth, taking him quickly in, and out a few times.  After, I do the same to Tim's.  My mouth is wet, and doesn't betray me.  As I blow them, I can feel the moisture dripping down my lips.  I take more time with each, giving them a proper sucking, almost as if the other isn't there, to allow them to enjoy watching, rather than just waiting for their turn.  I guide their hand to their own cocks when I do this to the other, so no one is wanting.

     Thomas lifts me up, sitting me on the edge of the bed.  He lustily kisses me on the mouth, perhaps enjoying the thought of tasting the both of their cocks on me.  He lays me back, his cock dangling in front of me, teasing the opening of my pussy, but I want Tim to do it first.  Thomas takes the cue, and includes Tim in a kiss, leading his cock toward me.  Thomas guides the tip in, ever so slightly, so that he won't fumble with it, and bends to kiss my breasts.  I close my eyes, not wanting to pressure Tim.  I enjoy Thomas on my tits, arching my back and moaning, love the feeling of Tim's cock right about to go in.  I can't fucking wait, it's driving me wild.  Come on, Tim!  Fuck me!  Oh, god!  Seriously!  My pussy is so wet and perfect for your cock right now!  And then, he thrusts.

     Slowly at first, perhaps a little unsure of how I'd like it to be done, but soon the pleasure of my pussy overwhelms him, and he starts to fuck at his own pace.  "Oh, fuck yes!  Ohhh!"  I sigh, encouraging him to keep going, but Thomas muffles my moans by kissing me on the mouth.  He kneels beside my head, and positions his cock above me.  I part my lips and take him in, holding him there in my mouth, as Tim continues to fuck me.  My lips naturally move up and down his cock, with each of Tim's thrusts.  Thomas grabs my tits, and I blow his cock in between gasps of ecstasy from what's happening to my pussy.  Tim thrust's have become more confident, rebounding off of me in a steady, intoxicating rhythm.  His cock is thick, filling me completely, and I imagine it's the wettest, loveliest thing he's ever had his cock in.  It's this thought that makes me come, removing Thomas' cock from my mouth to cry out, "Fuuuuck!"

     "Should I stop?"  Tim asks, to my negative response. 
    "Fuck, no!"  He resumes, fucking me for a minute or so, before, not knowing any better, pulling out and coming on my stomach.  And like a true gentleman, he then takes Thomas' dick in his mouth, while I make out with Thomas, and blowing him until he comes hard and hot.   "Wow, wow, wow," I remark, my mind truly blown as well.          
   

self love on valentine's day.

     I'm single.

     Which usually isn't a problem!  On the contrary, I love single life.  I have a vibrant group of friends, and have a fulfilling life creatively, and sexually.  But it's Valentine's Day, and one is likely to feel a little lonely.  Too complicated for a "friend with benefits" type date, and the single group is busy with other, unrelated things.  Ho hum.

     I should do something.  I should go out.  Let's look through the events for this weekend.  I want to do something just for me.  Let's make Valentine's a self-love fest this year!  Something immediately catches my eye.  A burlesque show.  Yes!  I've always wanted to go to one.  Or put on one, myself, to be honest.  Perfect.  I'm excited!  I don't hesitate to call and preorder a ticket.

   The venue is understated from the outside, but when I walk through the door, I find that it's anything but.  Red velvet curtains drape the walls, vintage settees and chaise lounges line the perimeter, and a glorious crystal chandelier with pink hued bulbs hangs at the lobby's centre.  The energy is similarity electric, with the buzz of excited conversation.  I've adorned a small vintage hat for the occasion, and am pleased to see that many other women have done their version of the same.  I see beautiful brooches, fur stalls, and ravishing red lips.  If it weren't for the glimpse of a cell phone every now and then, you could easily believe you have just entered another time and place.  Just then, an elegant woman parts a curtain, revealing the theatre.  The throbbing mass turns toward her, eager to have their ticket taken.  I take out a compact, and powder my nose.  I catch myself in the mirror, and smile at my escort for this extraordinary evening.  I take my seat, as the curtain rises.

    The MC is a fantastically flamboyant man, dressed in a stylish suit, topped with a hat and cane.  He introduces a veteran performer as the opening act, called, "Vivien Diamond".  Appropriately so, she arrives draped in sparkling jewels, to a sexy saxophone solo.  Her gown glistens, and so does her voice.  It's a traditional fifties floor show, to the classic song, "Take Back Your Mink".  She explains that she "isn't one of those girls" who can be bought with fancy things like furs and jewellery, all the while stripping them off and throwing them off the stage.  She gives him back her necklace, bracelets, earrings, and soon her mink, gloves, and dress.  She performs the last verse standing in her lovely lace teddy and thigh high stockings.  She is all confident, all classy, all woman.  What a great way to celebrate femininity, and sexuality.

     There is a woman that spins tassels on her breasts and from her hips, one that eats and spits fire, and a duo act, again performing a classic, "Sisters", only much more naughty.  These girls are definitely not sisters.  Along with the MC delivering stand up comedy throughout, the show is fun, sexy, and vivacious.  Thinking that the show must be wrapping up soon, I start to get my things together, but the next act stops me short.  As far as finales go, this one is shamelessly simplistic.  A woman, in a bathtub.  The tub is transparent, probably made of plastic or plexiglass, but the water is cloudy with bubbles, so we can't see her figure quite yet.  Only the beginning of the curve of a breast, and her silky smooth legs and feet propped up at the other end.  Her blonde head of shiny, wavy hair hangs off the side.  It strikes me as very burlesque-like, the way there's just a hint of skin, a suggestion of what's underneath.   I wonder if she really is nude; it being very taboo to perform these types of shows without nipple covers or a tiny thong.  I find myself wanting what I see, and wanting to see more.  I want to breathe in her bouncy hair, kiss her crimson painted toes.  I want to behold her creamy breasts, the curve of her hips, her seductive snatch.  There is no music, and as a result, appears shockingly intimate, as if you are spying on her.  After a moment of watching her, relaxed and almost motionlessly in the tub, I self consciously move in my seat, and find that I am a little wet, between my legs.  I smile, and blush a little crimson.  The desired effect, no doubt.  The crowd stays hushed, and I adjust my breath, so that I am not making any noise, either.  A few whispers are heard; someone stifles a cough.  Just then, she moves, with a flourish.  She sits up in the tub, turned away from us, her crown of hair cascading down her back for a quick moment.  She then flicks it, the curls fanning out to her left and landing softly at her shoulder, exposing her naked back.  Audible gasps.  She is beautiful; a goddess mermaid nymph, and we are begging to see her.  She washes, and quietly hums.  Her arms, and under them, down her sides, around her back.  I am as wet and slippery as the soap that glides over her.  In the dark of the theatre, I venture to touch myself over my skirt.  I look around cautiously and put my purse on my lap, while I hike up the hem, and reach underneath.  I am in the bathtub with her, submerged in suds to my hips, warm and wet.  She arches her back in response, as if she was the one I touched.  She leans backward, gracefully out stretching her goddess leg, and sliding her hands up and down it.  Her foot points delicately; her fairy toes dance joyously.  She fills a goblet, and rinses by its waterfall.  We watch the water cascade down her curves; her dips and valleys.  The sound of her humming is relaxing, hypnotic, and my hand moves as if under a spell, or in a trance.  My eyes roll back, I feel light headed, as if the waters too hot.  The number ends with a backlight, and we see her silhouette stand, and towel off.  Blackout.  We applaud, and the house lights come up.


     I buzz all the way home.  And she continues to guide my hand, later that night, as well.  Happy Valentine's to me!

addicted to my vibrator.

     My boyfriend and I have a great sex life.   We've finally tuned into exactly what we need to do to give each other blissful orgasms.  But ...


     Mine have to involve a vibrator.  Jeff is more than okay with this; he loves it actually!  He's told me on numerous occasions that he finds it sexy to see me use it on myself, and loves that I know my body and what it needs sexually.  He actually said that he was a little intimidated when he first saw all my toys; that I seemed to know so much more about sex than he did.  I've been using one for years.  The problem is, I can't come without it.  It wasn't until Jeff, that I realized it might be a problem.  Despite the statistics that say the contrary, he says that all his girlfriends came on his cock.  As much as he loves me and the way we have orgasms, I can't help feeling that I'm abnormal.  Or worse, that my vibrator is unhealthy for me.

     I got the idea to stop using it when masturbating.  I haven't used it in a week; however, I haven't masturbated either.  I usually would have a couple times already.  I'm feeling a little insane.

     When I get home from work, I decide that I need to get off tonight, if it kills me.  I strip, and hop into bed with my laptop.  I find my bookmarked videos, and watch them awhile before starting to touch myself.  I start with pressure on my pubic bone, with my legs closed.  This is similar to how I started masturbating, when I was much younger.  I used to lie on my stomach, and press myself into the palm of my hand.  It feels good, but I want it to feel better.  I get a little lube, get my knees up, and begin to rub my clit.  It's nice and relaxing, especially as I'm just starting out, but I know it's not going to be enough to make me come.  Trying to think positive, I say to myself, "It doesn't matter if I come.  I'm just going to have a nice time rubbing my pussy."  But I need to come! It's the whole point of masturbating.  And it's what I need right now.  Determined, I methodically rub my clit, giving myself a nice little massage.  I add more lube.  Massage a little more.  Try to relax.  Watch the women on the screen.  Rub myself like I used to, before I got a vibrator.  Long strokes, that go from the opening of my pussy, up to my clit.  Drawing moisture upwards.  I used to not even use lubricant.

     Mmm.  It doesn't matter if I come.  It's good for me to use my hand instead.  If I don't come this time, I'll just try again in a few days.  Your body just needs some time to readjust to a softer touch.  Oohh.  That's nice.  See?  It's good.  It's healthier.  Imagine being able to come without a vibe, with Jeff.  How nice it will be.  Mmmm.  It's just going to take a little bit of time ... Oh, fuck it.

     I google "addicted to vibrator", and read several articles advising to do exactly what I'm trying to do.  Cut down your vibe time by 50%, and use your hand the rest of the time, so that your body is more receptive to coming in different ways.  But another column catches my eye, that basically says, "Or, don't."  You've found a way for your body to have a healthy, stress relieving orgasm, regularly.  You're ahead of so many women that have either never had one, can't understand what they need to do to make it happen on a consistent basis, or just rely on men to do it for them, resulting in an unhealthy dependence on the opposite sex.  "Just don't let it get in the way of intimacy with your partner."  Which, I don't.  I've never been more in love, more satisfied sexually, or more happy in all aspects of my life.  I reach for my vibrator.

   As I put it on myself, I literally say "Oh, thank god," out loud.  There is a smile on my face, and a vibe on my clit.

pornography.

**This post has been removed due to its impending publication with House of Erotica**


SEXY TEASER:

     "Good.  That's very good."  
     I watch the woman, showing the camera her pussy.  I actually think mine is nicer, but you can't deny her overall attractiveness.  She turns around, and bends over.  She shows us her buttocks now, even moving one of the cheeks away, to show in between.  Ted hands drift to the front of my torso, including my sides of my breasts.  The warmth of his hands through my shirt, is welcome.  And to my surprise, my nipples are hard.  He isn't massaging them or anything,  not even letting himself linger there, but still letting his hands lightly wander all over my body.  When he gets to my breasts again, I find my back arching into his touch. "Has anyone ever touched you there?"  When I don't reply, he clarifies, "On your ass?"  

       "No! Ted. You must be kidding."  Despite my usual disgust at these topics, the combination of his soothing presence and soft touch leave me smiling.    
        "You're smiling.  Does it feel good?"  I redden, "Yes." 
        "Do you want me to touch your tits?" I shoot him a look, disapproving of the word, but admit, "Yes."  
       "As long as you keep watching the screen," he adds.  

pre-valentine's fun.

    The other day, I went shopping for some Valentine's Day lingerie.  I so rarely indulge in this sort of thing, so I was pretty excited.  The only other time I have, I ended up buying something way too expensive, and not nearly slutty enough.  This time, I'm looking to buy some very cheap underwear, in both senses of the word.

    I went to a few clothing stores that sell cheap bras and panties on the side.  The lacy push up bras seemed sexy, looking at them on the hanger, but when I put them on, there was too much padding.  I have nice tits, and I want my hubby to be able to see them.  There is no room for suggestion or subtlety, here.  I realized I needed something completely transparent, at the very least.  Think, sluttier.   I ditched the mall, and went for one of the cheap, dirty stores on the main street, that have plastic cutout torsos hanging outside the door, dressed in what can only be described as stripper wear.  Standing in the dressing room mirror, I thought, that with the my hair done and a touch of makeup, this could really do the trick.

    Valentine's is still a while away, but I just can't wait.  John is coming over early tonight, giving us plenty of time for a special night.  I blow dry my hair, moisturizer my skin, and don a red mouth for the occasion.  John opens the door, to me finishing off my lips in the mirror.  A red lace bra, if you want to call it that, that is completely open at the breasts and nipples.  More accurately, it is the outline of a bra, and the way the lace cuts across my breasts is exquisite.  The panties, a thong, in matching red lace.  The crotch is also cut out, exposing my newly shaved pussy.  White thigh high stockings complete the package.  
    "Whooaaa.  Wow.  You look amazing.  I guess we're celebrating tonight?" He says with a lusty smile.  
   "I couldn't wait," I say, feeling a smile across my face as well.
   
     He walks up to me, taking off his jacket, eyeing me up and down.  "Where did you find that?  It's crazy sexy."  I laugh.
     "You wouldn't believe where I ended up."  I can see his boner through his pants, as he lifts his arms to take off his shirt.  I touch his chest, while his arms are caught up in it.  His nipples are hard, and I circle them with my thumb.  He pulls it off, and reaches down, kissing me hungrily.  His tongue is warm and fantastic.  I devour it, I want him deep in me already.  He pulls back, to admire me again, then bends down to kiss my breasts.  He flicks the nipples with his tongue, traces circles around them with it.  While he does it, he gets on his knees, and unzips his fly.  I pull his head close to my chest, touching his ears, and putting my hands through his hair.  I can see him pull out his cock, and begin to stroke it.  I smile, reaching down to touch his chest.  His mouth beelines down my stomach, to my pussy.  
    "This is new," he says, while tonguing the lips.  
    "Ooohh baby.  Do you like it? I thought you might like to see me shaved."  
    "Mmm, I love it baby.  So sexy."  His mouth slides between my folds, finding my clit.  He lingers there, giving it a nice bath with his tongue.  It's wildly erotic.  I want him now, now, now.  

    He grabs my ass now, asking "Who's been a bad girl? Dressing up like a slut?"  He moves over to the bed, sitting on the edge of it.  I follow, obediently.  He bends me over his knee, and gives me a couple hard spanks.  You don't know how pleasurable it is to be thrown over someone's knee, until you've done it.  There's something about this position, that's brings up very naughty, taboo feelings.  He bends forward, kissing me harshly, nibbling, almost biting my ass.  He spanks me again, and I let out a moan.  He feels my pussy, very wet at this point, and massages it, staying hard, like its a punishment.  Spanks again.  "That's it, raise your ass like a good girl."  I've instinctively already done it, and now he can lick my pussy from behind.  I'm beside myself with desire.  He licks my asshole, playing with my pussy until I'm crying out for him to fuck me.

    I get on top, and prepare to give John the ride of a lifetime.  He's been so sweet, making his girl so nice and wet.  I put my breasts in his face, and guide his hands to my ass, as I grind my slick pussy over his hard cock.  I love the feeling of his dick slipping over my wet clit, toying with my opening.  He sucks on my tits, hanging above him, and I angle myself to slide over him.  He moans as he enters me, I stifle it with a deep kiss on his mouth.  I keep my lips on his, as I fuck him, slowly at first.  He glides so easily in and out of me right now, it's fucking incredible. I lean forward, licking his nipples as I move over him.  He massages my ass in his hands, sometimes guiding me into him.  But he likes to see me fuck him, when I'm on top, he likes me controlling it, so I do.  I take his hands from my body, and lay them above his head, submissively.  Licking his nipples while I hold him down, must feel similar to getting bent over his knee; emasculating, in a wonderful sort of way.  
    "Who's a bad boy?" I coo back into his ear.  "Who needs to get fucked?"  I nibble his ear, kiss his neck, his chest.  Usually he flips me around at this point, but I keep him there, this time guiding his hands to my hips.  "Show me, baby.  Show me what your cock wants."  Then, he takes over.  I'm on top, but he's the one fucking now.  He moves me over him, using me to jerk himself off, like I'm his own hand.  I absolutely love this; being used in this way.  I love to see exactly what pace, how deep, how hard he wants it.  
    "Yeah, baby," I encourage him.  "Show me, baby.  Get that dick off."  He speeds up slightly, and my pussy is drenching the bed, I'm so turned on.  I let him know, "Oh yeah, fuck yeah, yeah baby!"  It's so fucking good, as he pulls me into him one final time, and comes hot and hard inside me.  "Hooooly shit!" he breathes, almost whispering, and I fall forward on my elbows.  We kiss, and I pull myself off, laying beside him.

    "Happy Valentine's, baby," I say with a blissful grin.  "Ooh yeah, baby," he smiles back.  "Can we do this on February 14th too?"