Tag: sexy

Laying here watching you tease my hardness with your fingertips over my boxers.  Reaching in to pull me out stiff and aching.   Your gentle grip wandering up and down as your smile presses to the tip.  Then that playful flicker of your tongue under my thick crown, I groan deeply.  You know what that spot does to me.  Light pre cum dripping to your wanting tongue before you cover me with your warm sucking as I close my eyes and tense into your hungry mouth.  Begging for you to take it all as my hips lift into you.  Again that smile now at the bottom of my shaft, hand massaging my heavy full sack as you pull me over the edge of ecstasy.  

I knew for a long time you had special tastes.  When we would be at a club, at the beach, really anywhere in public I would catch your eyes wandering to other sexy women.  It was arousing but never discuss until tonight over drinks at the bar.  I could see you flirting as was she from the other end of the room.  You looked over at me as saw my smile and I ran my fingers through your hair and kissed you.  Then I whispered.  “You want her tonight?” you nodded and snuggled your kiss against my neck.  

I jotted down a note and slipped it to the bartender.  A drink was delivered and as she lifted the glass she read it.  Taking her purse she approached.  We had introductions, several more drinks mixed with laughter and light touching.  I paid both tabs and went to get the car.  You took her hand and followed, we took her home.  She was a gift for you and for hours you both played, timid and fumbling at first.  Nerves?  Alcohol?  Didn’t matter but eventually you found your rhythm with her.  Clothes shed, hands roaming, mouths tasting.  “mmmm honey you have to taste her, she is so sweet.” moaned as you lifted your mouth from her.  I set down the glass I was sipping from as I watched you both exploring “then taste her with me!” I took you by the nape as I had in the bar but this time our tender kisses flickered and rolled over her sensitive flesh.  Her moans and sweet juices mixed with our passionate kiss was just the start of our night.

You could hear my footsteps approaching your room and you had waited all afternoon for me to get home.  I push open the door to ask if you wanted to order out dinner tonight when I find you naked and open.  “What do you think you are doing?” although it was obvious by the little wet pool on your sheets.  You just smiled and bit your lip leaning back and spreading wider.  “Have you been a naughty girl without me?” You watch as I start to pull my belt off.  You give a bashful nod and stare at my crotch.  “Well I do hope you were at least thinking about me as you were playing?” Again you nod and smile as your eyes lock on to mine.  I push the door closed “Then I guess I better taste you to make sure!” 

The weekend finally here and the bar routine had gotten to be a drag with the drunk boys tossing drinks and bad pick up lines at them.  In all honesty they had much more fun when the boys were not around so an overnight was planned.  One with movies, junk food, warm blankets, and laughter.  Then as you are all laying on the couch together your besties hand moves along your thigh under the blanket.  You had kissed a few times when the alcohol had bitten you both but she had a look in her eye.   The tingled dampness that formed quickly freaked you out a bit so you squeezed her hand and suggested you all play games.   She quickly suggests strip poker as you laugh and shake your head only to find your other friends excited for it.   It didn’t take long for clothing to be shed and the drunken laughter and flirting grow stronger.    You could see in her eyes that she had plans for you tonight as she took off her top and she lightly licked her lips.  

Blindfolded so you can open your other senses.  I take your hands an raise them over your head “Hold still” running my strong hands over your chest, down your side and between your legs.  “Open wider”.

I step away as you hear me rummaging through the treasure chest.  “What should I use first” I know the anticipation has you wet as you try to stay in place against the wall.  “Mmmm my pretty thing we are going to have so much fun tonight”

I cover my eyes as I hear you run off down the hall, your little summer dress flowing and Mr. Snuggles tucked under your arm.   “1…..2……3…….4…..” I can hear your added giggles and doors opening and closing.  “5…..6….7…8….” more shuffles from upstairs and creaks on the wooden floor boards.  “9……10….Here I come!” I give you false hope as I open closets and stomp around the main floor before carefully climbing the steps in silence.   The same little goans of the floor are just louder warnings that Daddy was getting closer.  

I find your little dress on the floor and my smile expands “Some little girl lost her dress, I will find you.” then those muffled giggles I crave as I walk into my room to find you sprawled out on the bed with only your head under the pillow and blankets using that worn out rabbit as some sort of magic invisible wall.  What you didn’t know was he was actually pointing out your hiding spot to me.  “Hmmmm I wonder where my sweet little baby had gone.”  I move over with tiptoes and bite your ass through your panties as you scream and blankets fly.  “Got you!” as you hop into my arms pulling me down on the bed I cover your smiles with kisses.

Sitting in the study working I hear the door open and in you walk with your eyes to the floor. I raise an eyebrow and see you carrying a glass you must of broken. You set it on my desk with a pouty face and hold out your hands. I take them gently to look for cuts, none. I rub them lightly. “Accidents will happen, you are not hurt. I told you to be careful, that is the third glass this week.”

As my gaze lifts from your hands to your face I see the slightest little smirk trying to hide behind your hanging locks of hair. “Now baby, is there a chance, a possibility that you dropped that glass on purpose for Daddy’s attentions?”

You fought that smile back, turned and lifted your dress to show me your little cottons tucked under your cheeks already. “Tell daddy you need his corrections.” a soft little “mmmmm hmmmm”. I turn my chair square to you as you offer your soft little behind to me. I lean forward and kiss it, give it a quick little bite, then run my large hand over it. I know how you love daddy’s hand.