Wednesday, June 30, 2004

Losing Control
You make me crazy
You make me wet
Losing control
Now a constant threat
The reality blurred
The fantasy unclear
Losing control
The penalty severe
I want to eat
But still have cake
Losing control
Would be a mistake

Tuesday, June 29, 2004

Kidnapped. I struggle against him. He is too strong. Taken. He pulls off the road into a motel parking lot. He has the key in his hand. He had planned this. Dragged into the room. Door shuts and locks. My clothes are roughly torn off my body . We struggle again as he takes me over to the double bed and throws me down onto it. He quickly reaches below the bed and retrieves four, long, red scarves. He wraps the first around my wrist, lowering my hand to the bed he ties the other end to the bed leg. The more I pull the tighter it gets. He wraps the other wrist. Both hands bound, I kick my legs on the bed. It is no use, he is so strong. He holds my foot down as he ties the scarf in place, first one than the other. Naked and spread, I lay on the bed, his for the taking. I know he is angry. I know I have pushed him too far. Called him way too much. Flirted one to many times. He is only a man, and men need more than just words. It was time to pay up. No words this time, just flesh.
I was a little frightened. I knew he would never hurt me, but I had never seen such a raging need in his eyes before. I knew that tonight he would take what he wanted, do every dirty thing to me the words had only described. The lines that had once been drawn, now just a blur to him as he gazed upon my naked flesh. The need in his eyes, glowing with lust. He came to the head of the bed and sat down. Taking my face into his hands he kissed my mouth. Soft and tender at first, but quickly erupting. Sucking my bottom lip into his mouth, tenderly and then more savagely, biting it. Tongue in my mouth, teeth touching lightly as we devour each other with urgency. I stretch my neck upward as he pulls away. Still no words as he lowers his head to my hand an slowly sucks my fingers into his mouth. My body tingles. He sucks each finger before kissing his way over my hand and slowly up my arm. Stopping to nibble and bite between kisses. My body feels electified. He stops at my shoulder and nibbles on my neck. I can feel the heat from his hot breath against my skin. He whispers in my ear. "No more words." My body shudders as he works his way down my other arm. As he starts to suck my fingers again, I imagine his cock in my mouth. He releases my fingers and assaults my mouth once more. I feel as if I am floating somewhere between a dream and reality as I feel the first forbidden touch of skin when he straddles himself on top of me. He is looking right into my eyes. The need still there, blazing with desire. He reaches forward and lightly pinches my nipples. He rolls them around between his thumb and finger. The are hard like little pink bullets. He leans down and takes the first taste. He gently licks at it, flicking it back and forth with his tongue. I writhe on the bed under him. He seems not to even notice my useless struggle as my nipple disappears into his mouth. He begins to suck. Oh God, it feels so good. He has my other nipple grasped firmly with his fingers as he gently pulls and tugs on it. He sucks harder. Devouring my nipple. Biting. Sucking. Biting. Oh, God! My body starts to tense as he continues to suck even harder. I feel it building. I push upward on my hips, grinding my pussy against him as he sucks. He feels the wetness, as I cum. He pulls away in amazement. My nipples are so tender. I continue to squirm on the bed as the breeze from the ceiling fan burns them. I see him watching me as I recover from the orgasm. I had told him, if done right, I could cum just by having my nipples sucked. Maybe now he will believe me. He moves to the end of the bed. He nestles himself down between my thighs. I stretch my neck to see as he gently opens my folds. My clit is rock hard and I am drenched. He traces the entire inside of my cunt before inserting the first finger. I gasp with delight as he pushes it in. He begins to rub my swollen clit with his thumb as he slides his finger in and out. I moan as he increases the speed. Two fingers now. In and out. In and out. Harder, faster. Rubbing furiously on my clit. The pressure starts to build. I can hear my heatbeat echoing in my ears as my pussy walls squeeze tightly around his finger. He does not stop. Thrusting in and out. I feel the release as I scream his name in ecstasy. Hot cum, gushing from my pussy, showers his face. Immediately he pushes his face into my cunt, sucking like an infant on my clit. The sensations blow my mind, as I explode once again, into his mouth. He licks my pussy clean as I quiver and shake under his masterful tongue. Knowing they are no longer necessary, he reaches below the bed and unties the scarves. He climbs on top of me and I wrap my arms and legs him, thrusting my hips upward in urgent need. Our mouths meet, again we devour each other. With tongues entangled, I moan into his mouth as his cock begins to slowly penetrate my hole. I thrust upward, needing all of him. He plunges downward, taking all of me. His cock feels so good inside me. Words could never again be enough, I think to myself as he starts to furiously pump. He pulls my legs up over his shoulders as he impales me even deeper with every stroke. I feel the waves of pleasure radiate through my body as I cum once again. He plunges deep, holding his cock deep inside as my pussy contacts around it. Feeling every aftershock with me, he pushes deeper. Wave after glorious wave crashes through my body as I feel his cock begins to throb. I know he is going to cum. I want it so badly. I want to feel it gushing and hot inside me. I want him so badly to fill me. I know he cannot hold back any longer...

Beep...Beep...Beep...The alarm clock goes off at 5:00 am, exactly when I had set it for. Damn, damn, damn, I knew I should have set it for 5:15!!

Monday, June 28, 2004

Lust...self-indulgent sexual desire
Personified as one of the deadly sins
A feeling felt by all mankind
Starting back to where time begins

The heat begins to rise, as the moisture starts to gather
Fingers touching on one's self, diving deep, searching for treasure
A self-indulgent sexual desire, addicted to the sin of lust
Sentenced to eternal hell, convicted of self-pleasure.

Sunday, June 27, 2004

The Rain Child

She sat nervously by the fire on the river bank as the peace pipe was passed again. A thousand thoughts flooded her head. She knew the Chief wanted her in his tee-pee tonight. She had waited so long for this night. The other squaw's her age had already had their time with the Chief. Why had she been left until last? Did he not find her appealing? Would he be disappointed? The peace pipe is handed to her once more. As she watches the smoke rise, she feels his eyes on her. What could he be thinking? The other squaw's had not shared with her what to expect in the tee-pee, but she had heard. She had snuck behind the tee-pee more than once and listened. She had heard the moans. The peace pipe again, a cup of fire water. She was starting to feel that free floating feeling she loved so much. The fire was intoxicating to watch. The colors blending as the smoke rose up towards the heavens. She felt his strong hand as it rested on her shoulder. "Come with me, my love." he whispered in her ear.

Inside the tee-pee, the pallet had been made on the floor. The Chief had only the finest of bear skin and other fur rugs. The pallet looked so inviting. The incense swirled in the air, as the flicker of fire from the candles caused the shadows to dance about. She felt the heat and moisture start. The feelings were coming again. When she had first snuck behind the tee-pee that one night, she had heard the squaw moaning. It was not a painful moan. It was that of a moan of pleasure. It had cause her such strong, hot feelings. She had went back to her own tee-pee that night and had began to explore these new and wonderful feelings. She had loved it so much. She went again the very next night behind the Chief's tee-pee. It was as addicting of a feeling as the one's that the glorious smoke from peace pipe made her feel. She wanted so badly to know that moaning pleasure the other squaws had known. Tonight she belonged to the Chief. Tonight she knew she too would moan.

He motioned for her to sit on the pallet of furs. It felt so soft against her skin. The heat and moisture increased. He again lit the peace pipe and offered it to her. She obeyed and inhaled deeply, the wonderful smoke. She felt her body relax as her head began to swim. He was staring right into her eyes as he gently lifted the dear-skin dress over her head. His lips met hers in a soft kiss. He slowly layed her back onto the furs. Naked, hot and moist, she lay there in front of him as he appraised her body. She saw his smile. Yes, tonight she would know the moaning. His hands began to touch her, ever so gently at first. Not missing an inch of skin, he touched her entire body before he reached her moist, hot center. As his fingers grazed her outer folds, she felt as if one of the firey currents from the evil summer storms had shot through her body. Every nerve was alive and tingling. Again he smiled. He pulled a feather from the full headdress, and ran it from the moisture, up her middle and encircled each nipple. She shivered from the exotic sensations. A throbbing, wanting, driving force had taken over her as the moisture turned to dripping wetness. He trailed the feather back down her body. His strong hands gripped her legs as he spread them. He was staring right at the wetness. Again, he smiled. Turning the feather over, using the pointed quill, he touched her lightly on her magic button. Hot bolts of pleasure shot from the button to her entire body. She let out her first moan. Her body began to quiver. Oh, God, the moan was wonderful. He lay the feather aside and with his big, strong hands he slowly spread her folds. He ran his finger slowly up and down the length of her slit. The wetness increased as did the pressure with every up and down pass. She had done this many times to herself after listening to the squaw's moan, but never did it make her feel like this. Her hips pushed upward instinctively, towards his finger. Wanting so badly to feel it inside her. She was literally aching inside. She had to have penetration. And as quickly as the rubbing started...It stopped. She thought she would explode. The Chief reached around behind him and retrieved a rabbit skin blanket as white as the snow she had heard about in the northern establishments. He folded it into the shape of a large pillow, and gently lifting her ass, he placed he onto the pillow, spread-legged and wanting. He lay down between her legs just looking at first. Her precious, pink lips looked so inviting nestled in that soft white fur. He could wait no longer. He began to feast. Just tasting at first. Tasting the sweetness of young, virgin cunt. Licking the outer folds as she writhed in the fur. Slowly working his way inward towards the sticky wetness. She tasted so sweet. He could see it in her eyes. She had a natural wanting. A lustful, needing, deep down inside her, screaming to get out. Tonight he was going to unleash that lust. "Always, save the best for last." he mumbled to himself as he took the first swipe of her precious little clit. She moaned with such lust in her voice, it caused him to immediately become hard. He spread her legs further and began to suck her clit in pass his teeth as he probed her with his tongue. Her juices began to flow down his chin and gather in the soft white fur. The wet fur clung to her ass as he dove even deeper, causing an explosion inside her like none she had ever felt. She bucked her hips upward towards his mouth as he grasped her ass, burying his face further into her gushing cunt. A stream of hot, sweet, juices went gushing down his throat as he greedily swallowed every drop. Yes, he had just known. She was the one. The one he had been looking for all his life. He had heard the elders talk of the squaws that could rain pleasure into your mouth. But year after year, every new crop of squaw. He had never had one. He had seen her. He had heard her outside his tee-pee. He knew if ever there was one, she would surely be it. As the spasms of her orgasm began to subside her body became limp on the pillow. He sat back a moment, stroking his cock, just gazing upon the treasure he had found. He must have her now. Ah yes, she was his. Still lying on the fur pillow, spread legged, he mounted her. She tensed and moaned as he placed his thick member on her tight slit. Slowly and carefully, he increased the pressure. She moaned in ecstasy when he first penetrated the surface, slowly working the head in. She pushed upward accepting him. She let out a whimper as he pushed in to the base. Lying still, looking into her eyes, he allowed her to stretch and accept him. She once again pushed upwards signaling him, the time had come. He began to thrust. So tight. So hot. So wet. She moaned loudly as he increased the momentum. Harder and faster he pumped his cock into her. Her muscles began to contract again. His cock was being squeezed so tightly he could no longer hold back. As his seed pumped into her, she let out the most lustful moan he had ever heard, as a river of wetness flowed from her center. He had found her. A treasure. His treasure. A rain child.

Saturday, June 26, 2004

The water flows down my back, slightly chilled at first. My nipples harden from the chill. You suck one gently into your mouth. The water trickles around your lips as you suck. Your hands are on my ass as you pull me towards you. I spread my legs. You fill me. Rocking back and forth, as the climax starts to build. Steam starts to rise from the mixture of hot water and lust. I stare straight into your eyes as we ride out the waves of ecstasy.

Showered and clean, yet feeling so dirty.
Sitting here all alone
Thinking about you.
Driving myself crazy
Thinking about you.
Trying to stop
Thinking about you.
Questioning myself about
Thinking about you.
Is it an addiction
Thinking about you?
I almost feel high
Thinking about you.
I get wet
Thinking about you.
I play with myself
Thinking about you.

Tuesday, June 22, 2004

Coach's last chance

5:30pm "OK ladies, all the bags go in the back. It's going to be a long ride and you don't want to get yourself to cramped up. There are overhead compartments on this bus for your pillows and blankets. Radios and purses are ok but the rest needs to go to the back. You girls are gonna need your rest. It's going to be a tough competition, but I know we have what it takes to win!" Coach Hugh told his girls as they boarded the bus. He had the best High School Cheerleaders around and he knew it. Everyone of them were beautiful. Hot, young and sexy. Most of them already 18 as the end of senior year was approaching. God, had their bodies really filled out over the past couple years. No you couldn't buy tits like these, they were the real thing. Damn was he going to miss a few of these girls. He knew a few of them had crushes on him and he liked it. Hugh was only 30 himself. When he first applied for a coaching job at The Holy Cross Catholic School, it was for football. He was offered the cheerleading thing instead. At first he was bitter about it, but soon he realized he had been given the best job know to man. He got to regularly spend time with hot, young women in skimpy little get ups, shaking what the Good Lord had blessed them with. And those hot little plaid skirts. Oh, my God!

11:30pm. Most of the girls had drifted of to sleep. Hugh always sat in the back of the bus, as it provided him with the best view. Monica and Shelly were sitting in the two seats next to him. He knew that they both wanted him. They were always looking for excuses to stay after practice like helping him put the stuff away, or offering to help clean off his desk. They were both 18 and hot as hell. God how he had fantasized of cleaning his desk off with their naked bodies. This was going to be there last competition and Hugh's last chance.
"Do you ladies have enough room over there?" he asked them.
"Yeah. Thanks Coach." in stereo. It turned him on so much, he loved the way they said "Coach."
"We should be at the hotel in about 30 minutes" he told them. He knew what they were thinking. He could think of nothing else. A month ago when Monica turned 18, they had left a little note in his desk drawer telling him that now that they were both of legal age, he was free game. The two of them had wanted him since Freshman year. They had told him that this was his finale offer. He could have the two of them together this weekend. Neither was willing to consent to the other having him first so it had to be the two of them at the same time. Like I said, poor Hugh could think of nothing else!

12;45am No one unpacked. They all just headed straight to their rooms to go to sleep. Hugh sat on the double bed with the tacky blue flowers all over it thinking how good the bed would look once he had Monica and Shelly naked on it. Well of course he had taken them up on their offer, what red blooded American man wouldn't have?
He heard the key slip into the door. They had worn the school uniforms, as he had requested. He figured they couldn't be the only one with demands, and he saw enough of their cheerleader uniforms at practice every day. What Hugh liked was the little plaid skirts. God did their asses look good in them. He knew just how wild those "good Catholic girls" could be too. He could tell by the glazed look in their eyes they had already smoked a bit. Yeah, he knew they all did it. He never let on, but he knew it. He did it himself. He always wondered if they knew.
"Come on in, ladies." he said with a smile. They were on him in a minute. "Now slow down ladies, we have all night." he scolded them. "You two are not in tomorrows routine for a reason, I didn't want to rush. Ladies, I have been waiting 4 years for this."
"I can't believe you had us wear these stupid school uniforms!" Monica said.
"Honey, you have no idea how sexy you girls look in those things do you?"
"Coach, there ugly!" Shelly said.
"Baby girl, nothing is ugly on you." he said, loving the smile it evoked.
"And watching the two of you take them off each other is all I have been able to think about for the past 12 hours!"
This was all the encouragement the girls needed. They immediately reached for each others shirts. "No, no, not yet!" he said. "I want them on for a while at least. Now come on over here. That's good. I want you both on the bed." he told them as he pulled the small desk chair to the end of the bed and took a seat. "Aren't you getting in the bed Coach?" Monica asked. "Wouldn't miss it for the world sweetie, but I like to watch as much as I like to participate. If you girls want me both at the same time, I'm going to need a little encouragement first. Have you two ever been with each other before?" he asked already knowing the answer. He had heard the rumors already. Nothing stays quiet too long at a small Catholic school like this. "Well, there was this one party." Shelly confessed. "Really?" he tried to sound surprised. "Did you like it?"
"Oh hell yeah!" Monica said as Shelly shot her an evil look. "What? Like he's gonna care if we are Bi? What's he gonna do? Tell our parents!?" Monica shot back at her. Hugh could only smile. God this was too good to be true. "Now, now girls. Settle down. I find it an incredible turn on. Trust me, when it comes to watching, there's nothing better than watching two women go at it!" Monica was the first to move. She cuddled up a little closer to Shelly and started to nibble on her neck. Shelly's glazed eyes began to roll in the back of her head as Monica worked her magic right behind Shelly's earlobe. I must remember that spot, thought Hugh as he watched Shelly. Her initial caution was thrown right out the window, so to say, as she started to unbutton Monica's shirt. Monica in turn started to unbutton Shelly's as the two locked lips in a savage kiss. Oh yeah, these girls had definitely done this before. Hugh unzipped his jeans as they were starting to get a little tight in the crotch area. The girls seem to have forgotten he was even there. The kiss continued as the shirts slowly slipped off. How cute, he thought, they have on matching bras. Nothing fancy, just white cotton with the right amount of lace, outlining each perfect mound. God, these girls were hot! The kiss had tapered off as he watched each of them fondle the others breasts. Hugh had his cock in his hand by now. He was as hard as a rock. Monica again was the first to make a real move. Hugh watched as she unclasped the front hooking bra with her teeth and began to devour Shelly's nipples. Perfect little bullets, in the finest shade of pink. She began to moan as Monica sucked one and pinched the other. Hugh reached over between the two and unhooked Monica's bra as well. The girls almost seemed startled. Maybe they really had forgotten he was there. No matter. He held Monica's nipple firmly between his teeth as he reached over and helped her play with Shelly's. Both girls moaned, almost in stereo. "Oooooh Coach." Hugh could take no more. He had to get up those little plaid skirts, NOW! He slowly pushed each girls back on the bed. Two beautiful, 18 year old hotties, lying side by side in his bed, with only their plaid skirts on. Oh yeah, Hugh was in heaven. As the girls started kissing and touching each other again, he just sat back and kind of took it all in. Monica lifted her knees a bit to reveal that she was not wearing any panties. Shelly revealed, that like the bra's, they were again wearing a matching set. Hugh RSVP'ed the invitation immediately, and her legs sprung open at the first graze of his hand on her thigh. And as quickly as dominoes follow each other, Shelly's legs fell open as soon as she realized Monica might get his "first" real touch. The last thing poor Hugh wanted to do was rock the boat, so he used his other hand to work his way up Shelly's thigh. Holy shit, that must have been some kiss, both of these girls were soaking wet. His hand only hesitated for a second as passing thoughts of morality skated through his brain. Both girls moaned again as he found and slightly grazed each clit with his rough fingers. Their hips thrust forward in unison as he slid the first finger into each waiting, dripping, cunt. "Oooooh Coach." they whimpered, as he began to move his fingers in and out at the same pace with each hand. "There you go girls, both at the same time, just as you requested." Damn, were those some tight little holes. Definitely not virgins, but tight as hell, after all they were only 18! As he picked up the pace on each girl, they in turn kept up the pace, thrusting their hips upward onto his fingers, faster and harder with each thrust. "More!" Monica practically screamed, as he inserted a second digit into each girl. Shelly could no longer speak, as the first orgasmic wave of pleasure radiated through her body. Hugh pulled the two cum drenched fingers from Shelly's hole and offered them to Monica for a lick. She didn't lick them though, she took both fingers into he mouth and sucked like a starving infant. "You like the way she tastes, I see." Hugh wasn't sure if it was the taste of Shelly's cum or his words, that lit the fire under her, butt the next thing he knew, Monica was kneeling on the floor with Shelly at the end of the bed, spread-legged, her face buried in Shelly cunt almost instantly. Hugh did the only thing he saw fit at that moment. He lay on the floor, between Monica's legs and gripped he ass through that glorious, plaid skirt and lowered her dripping cunt onto his face. She let out a muffled squeal as he sucked her clit into his mouth and began to rub it against his teeth. She must have in turn done the same to Shelly as he heard her squeal in delight only seconds later. Monica began to grind herself onto his chin as she inserted a finger into Shelly. His view was not the best from this angle but he knew by the motions she was finger fucking Shelly's pussy with a vengeance as she lapped at her clit. Hugh probed as deep as he could with his tongue right before she exploded. His face was dripping with her juices. Again the girls shifted. Monica worked he way down his body, on all fours and stopped directly over his erect cock. Shelly slid down off the bed and onto his waiting, cum covered, mouth. Now it was his turn to utter the muffled moan as Monica took the length of him into her mouth. She began to suck. Slowly at first, heavenly almost. He soon had a hard time concentrating on poor Shelly's cunt as she picked up the pace and the suction, to a fevered pitch. When he thought he could take no more, Shelly began to cum in his mouth. No wonder Monica sucked his fingers dry, she tasted like honey. Sweet and young and cumming on his face, while, her girlfriend, was sucking the hell out of his dick. As soon as she regained her composure after her orgasm had subsided, she got off the bed and straddled his chest facing Monica. The two began to kiss again, this time with their tongues intertwining around his massive cock. Then Shelly grabbed it by the base and held it steady while Monica slowly slid down the length of it. Oh, God was it a tight fit. Shelly helped her to fit it all in by grasping her around the waist and pushing her further down onto him. She let out a gasp of air when she hit the base. Monica sat still to let her tight little pussy get used to this massive dick. Shelly began sucking once again on her tits. As Shelly sucked, Monica began to rock her hips, grinding herself onto him. When her poor little tight pussy finally had stretched enough to accept the assault, his began to thrust his hips upward. "Oh, God!!" she screamed as Shelly worked her way behind her to play with her ass. He was so turned on by this, he began to piston pump his cock into Monica at an animal pace. Her head was thrown back, eyes rolling into the back of her head as the walls of her pussy, clenched tightly onto his cock. It throbbed, over and over as his vision blurred. "Ooooooooh, Coach" she moaned as his hot cum pumped deep inside her. She collapsed forward onto his chest. Her eyes looking into his. He had no choice. He had to kiss her. He had to kiss those hot young lips. Hugh knew he needed a brake before he could fuck Shelly. He told the girls to amuse themselves with each other for a few minutes while he readied himself for round two. He had had them both twice before the night was over.

7:30pm Thank God his team knew their stuff without much acual coaching on his part, because he had all he could do to keep his eyes open at the trophy ceremonies. Yeah, his team had won. But the gaudy looking trophy was nothing to the prize he had gotten that weekend. No baby, nothing much could compare to that.

Thursday, June 03, 2004

Young and dumb and full of cum. Ryan, such a soap opera type name. Seductive sounding as it flows over your lips...Ryan. Ooooh, Ryan.

Don't close you eyes....
As I lay naked on the bed, he explores my body with his eyes. His eyes come to a halt at my breast. He reaches for it with his large muscular hands. He pinches my slightly erect nipple ever so lightly. My body shudders at the contact of hot young flesh. Have me! Take me! Do dirty things to me!...I wanted to scream. Both hands cupping my breasts. My nipples turned to little bullets as his thumbs rubbed back and forth. Electric currents seemed to jolt through my body as he took the first swipe with his tongue. He was staring right at me, his long curly hair tickling me as he licked and sucked each nipple in turn. It was as if he was staring into my core. Watching for the surge to begin. He began to suck harder. Pinching the other nipple as he sucked. Teeth. A small bite and a tug. My body begging for release. He pinches harder as he begins to devour my other breast. I wiggle and squirm under the exotic sensations of teeth, tongue and fingers. A hand begins to travel. His eyes never releasing my gaze. I see his surprise when he reaches my already soaked pussy. His fingers immediately begin playing in the wetness. He caresses the entire length of my slit. With slick wet fingers he begins to knead my clit. I begin to whimper as the waves of pleasure start to build. Sucking, biting, kneading. His eyes never leave mine as they roll into the back of my head. I see the smile of satisfaction on his face as my eyes begin to focus once again.
He gently props my head up with the pillow as the waves of pleasure starts to subside.
"Watch me. Don't close your eyes." he whispered as he worked his way down my body. Licking and sucking each tender nipple once again. Kissing and biting all the way down my torso as I squeal with pleasure. A quick lick of my already sensitive clit. A bolt of lighting shoots through me as I moan in ecstasy. He begins to suck. Rubbing my clit against his teeth. His tongue is licking up and down my hot slit. Teasing with every stroke to penetrate my tight little hole. His whiskers tickling and scratching. Once again mingling those fine lines of pleasure and pain. Always watching me. Forever staring. Those eyes watching me writhe and moan as the waves come crashing in again. Once again the smile of satisfaction blur's as I lay in ecstasy.
His staring eyes become clear once more. I see his anticipation build as he starts to caress again. My limp body jumps at the first touch of his hand. He smiles as he traces my slick pussy with his finger. He caresses my tender clit so lightly as his finger starts to press inward on my slit. He slides it in slowly, watching as I shudder in the sheer pleasure of penetration. In and out. He moves his finger so slowly. A second finger slides in. The pressure increases on the tender rubbing of my clit. His fingers begin moving in rhythm. He eyes never leaving mine. The waves begin to crest. One hand moving his fingers in and out, in and out. The other rubbing hot little circles around my clit. The muscles on his arms flexing in tune to the rhythm. My body tenses. My pussy squeezes tightly to those probing fingers as he presses deeper and deeper. The waves of ecstasy crash around me once again. I lay limp, and exhausted on the bed as he slides the covers up around me. Off I drift to dreamland.