I give you….that look. Excusing myself to the restroom.
Moments later you meet me. Time is short. Not wanting our absence to be noticed. (too much…)
My back against the wall as you lift one of my legs up. Dress hiked up…your fingers pressing against the lace of my panties. My hands fumbling with your jeans. Pulling them down…just enough. Knowing at any moment we could be walked in on.
As you lift me, I wrap my legs around your waist. Your lips buried in my neck. My hands grasping your shirt, nails digging into your arms…your skin.
Your mouth next to my ear….whispering… “I want to feel you, taste you, touch every inch of you…”
Pressing. Grinding. Sucking on your neck. Moaning in your ear.
Panties aside…us both feeling how wet I’ve become. Breathing heavily as you pull me into you.
Hard, fast, passionate, needing, wanting…NOW.
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Vixen
A hotel room. With a view. An amazing view at that.
I saw the window the minute I stepped foot into the room. Big. Floor to ceiling. Over looking the snowy city.
And the bed…with the crisp white sheets. Perfectly folded down (what IS IT about hotel beds…hotel bedding….that so insanely turns me on?!).
I begin undressing in front of that window. A window so similar to the one we had talked about….numerous times before. The big city lights illuminating the room.
You take a step towards me. Then another. I’m down to my bra and panties. …hadn’t undressed completely…yet. As you take me into your arms, faltering backwards slightly against your weight, I feel the cold glass on my bare back. The heat of your hand on my lower back, pulling me to you. Your mouth heavily upon mine…but only briefly. Both of our breaths catching…. As you move your mouth down my jawline, to my neck and collarbone. Me turning my neck to the side, better enabling you to take me in, wanting you to taste me.
I feel myself becoming wet. Wanting.
Your fingers along the edge of my panties, near my waist. Then moving to grasp my breast, inside my bra, to my nipple, pulling my bra aside. Greedily your mouth encloses it.
Yeessss.
Your other hand enclosed over my neck, gently at first, then with more pressure. As your mouth begins sucking, tongue flicking….my breath quickening, your grip tightening.
Crisp sheets come to mind. I want to feel them against my skin. I break away from you. To crawl over them. Kneeling on the linens. In front of you. Slowly unclasping my bra…. Then slipping off my panties. Never taking my eyes from yours. I moisten my lips, biting the corner of my bottom lip slightly.
An invite.
As you move across the room, from the window to the bed, you begin peeling off your own clothing… unbuttoning your dress shirt. When you stop in front of me, legs against the edge of the bed, I’m consumed with desire. To have your hands on every inch of me. Your mouth tasting me.
To feel the crisp white linens against my bare skin.
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Vixen
Late at night. As we made out. Hot and heavy. In the car. Me in his lap. Kissing. Hands everywhere. Mouths everywhere. Breathing heavily. Panties were off (I. was. so. wet.). Because he asked…
He gestures to a wall. In front of a building we are parked near. Telling me he wants to take me. There.
Yes.
My mind racing. Of course.
Pulling my dress up over my hips and ass. Behind me. His hands on my waist. Bent over. Fucking me.
Hard.
Yes.
*thrilling*
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TFT is not going to make it up by midnight. I tried uploading pictures all day and WordPress was being a pissy little bitch. Look for it Tuesday morning instead. I’ll let you know when I’m finally able to post it.
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I lucked out. TFT almost didn’t make it up tonight. WordPress was being a pissy little bitch earlier. *Thankfully* I finally got her to cooperate and upload pics. *whew* Don’t forget to check it out! Many of your favorite bloggers are over there….just sayin. *THANK YOU* everyone!
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Have a fabulous Tuesday!
~ xo
Category: Affairs, Ashton- Tall Glass of Yummy, Cuckhold, Dating, Exhibitionism, Sex, Tits For Troops
My back to the wall. His body against mine. Our lips meet.
He grabs my ass. As he lifts me up. I wrap my legs around his waist.
The rain falling over us. Cold. Wet. Soaking. But at the same time, barely noticeable.
We kiss. Passionately. Intensely.
Sinking to the ground. Me in his lap. His hands against the small of my back. The back of my head. Tangling his fingers into my wet hair. Pushing our lips closer. His hot breath against mine. His kisses becoming more urgent. Completely drenched by the rain. Dripping. Everywhere. Down his eyelashes into my mouth…..
This is when I love the rain.
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I’ll make it even easier. You want to become a regular contributor? You can send me one picture at a time. Or bunches. I’ll start a file and pull a picture from it each week. I’m easy people (I keep telling you all that! *grins*)!
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~ xo
I used to hit a club that had THE. BEST. dark hallway leading to the restrooms, he fucked me against a wall in the dress I was wearing. Insanely hot.
I made this statement on a TMI question awhile back (remember when I used to play TMI? Apparently this is ‘bring back the memes’ week *lol*). Sorta figured I’d elaborate on it. Because it was high on my list of ‘most memorables’. (I’ll leave you guessing of the five men I’ve been with who it was with…..)
We were at a night club we hit every Friday night I could get away. We’d been drinking Vodka Collins all night. Feeling drunk and….loose. Dancing, became more adventurous, especially where our hands and mouths were concerned.
I had to use the restroom. My girlfriend and I told the boys we’d be back and left. The restrooms were down a long dark hallway. Even in the hallway it was too loud to hear each other speak to each other, except if we put our lips very close to each others ears. When we got back I leaned into his ear. “I want you to fuck me”. He pulled back to look at me, amused, but also questioning….
I grabbed his hand, leading him towards the direction I had just come from. Back to the darkened, small hallway. Halfway down the hallway I pushed him against the wall, kissing him. Hard. I could taste the alcohol on his lips. Intoxicating. Arousing. Pushing my body against him. I moved my mouth back up to his ear and whispered “Fuck me…. Here.” With out hesitation I moved my hand down to his belt and began loosening it, along with the button and zipper. My hand moving down the front of his jeans. My body still pushed tightly against his. Feelin his composure stiffen slightly, I pressed my mouth back against his. Both our breathing becoming faster.
It was then he lost all inhibition. In one movement he turned us so that my back was against the wall and he was the one pressed against me. He grabbed my thigh with his one hand, lifting my leg so that my knee was almost to his waist. His other hand cupping my ass. I had already removed my panties, earlier. In the restroom. With one movement he thrust and was inside me. Thrusting again. I gasped, his mouth moved along my neck and near my ear. Breathlessly he whispers in my ear… “Like this?”
“Yes” I attempt to say but it barely comes out, inaudibly, because my breath keeps catching. His thrusts are hard. Deep. Satisfying. My arms around his neck, his lips now against mine again, pressing hard.
A group of girls turn the corner, entering the dark hallway. Quickly we both right ourselves. Me pulling my dress down over my hips, wiping my lips. He pulls his dress shirt down over his unbuttoned jeans. Leaning into me, one arm propping him up against the wall above me. We stare wickedly at each other as the girls pass, both of us grinning. Knowingly. After they pass I lean in and kiss his lips, abruptly turning to walk down the dark hallway into the loud music and lights. Off to find our friends again.
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Again, just to ‘clarify’ the specifications for contributing to TFT. ANYONE can contribute. Girl, guy, couple, hell, your entire fraternity/bachelorette party… Snap. Send. It’s all cool. Be as simple, artsy, or whatever…as you’d like. It doesn’t have to be anything special! Or make it be. Hell, my point is, whatever you feel comfortable doing- I’ll take it and put up. ALSO, you can contribute anonymously if your little heart so desires. OR let me know how you would like to be linked/titled.
I’ll make it even easier. You want to become a regular contributor? You can send me one picture at a time. Or bunches. I’ll start a file and pull a picture from it each week. I’m easy people (I keep telling you all that! *grins*)!
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Have a fabulous Tuesday!
~ xo
The elevator door had barely closed when she pulled me close. Her hand behind my back. Her mouth against mine. Pressing firmly. Lips against mine. Kissing me. Her mouth moved down my neck onto my collar bone. Then back against my ear. Whispering….I want you.
It was a glass elevator. There is nothing I would like more than to be fucked in one. She knew this. Her hand moved along my neck, tracing my collar bone. Down to where my corset met my breasts. She slipped her hand inside, grasping my breast. Moving her mouth down, pulling at the fabric, exposing my breast. Taking it in her mouth. Tongue flicking…then sucking. I heard myself gasp. Then eventually exhale shakily. Gasping again, but catching. My knees buckling…feeling so incredibly weak in the knees. I grasp her neck, feeling my nails in her flesh, pushing my head back against the cold, hard glass.
The door opened. We had arrived on our floor. Flushed…. I righted myself, grabbing her hand as I exited. And flashed her a coy grin.
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