August 24, 2007
Modifiers . . .


cydypotd198.jpg “I want to fuck you violently,” My lover says in my ear as she rips off her belt and begins to unzip her jeans. I can’t see her; my face is buried in her doggy-scented couch, my ass up in the air, my knees parted, my pussy open as a ripe, burst mango.

Does “violently” modify your want or your fucking? I ask her.

“Both,” she says and laughs. She plunges her fingers deeply into me. “Take it,” she says.

We had been planning to take the dogs to the dog run. I was slipping on my boots when she leans down and she seals her mouth to mine. Prising my mouth wider with her hard and searching tongue, she swirls my tongue with her and then sucks my tongue into her mouth with painful force.

I gasp. I am in a slender moment undone, my body limptaut with desire. My lover kisses me and palms my throat with her one hand while another casually mauls my shoulders, my breasts, my belly. She moves her hand to my hair and grabs a handful and uses it to lift me up and off my chair and thrust me to the wall. Cool plaster under my palms, against my cheek; sirocco breath on my neck. Desire shimmers off my body like heat devils off tarmac in the summer.

Her hands run over my body, rudely. She palpates my breasts, roughly; she squeezes them, pinching my nipples. Her hands act like construction workers making off-color jokes. She manhandles me, kicks my feet apart to spread my legs. One hand winds into my hair and pulls my head back and to the right and he plants her mouth on my throat, She bites.

The other hand travels a rough road down my belly to my still-clothed pussy. She rubs my cunt through my pants, grinding her hard hips into my ass. Suddenly, her hand tightens around my hair, pulls me off the wall and pushes me before him toward the living room and the couch.

She yanks my clothes off as we go. My pants and panties come off in a pair. Before I am almost aware of it, I am wearing nothing but my bra. Her mouth and her hands are buried in my pussy and my ass as I breathe the dusty air of the couch’s upholstery.

She tells me she wants to fuck me. She fucks me and asks how I want to come. I don’t, I tell her. “Good,” she says and presses me down to the couch, pulls off her jeans and straddles my face. Her pussy, wet and barely stubbly adheres anemone-like to my open mouth. Her slippy self rubs fretfully against my open mouth and I hold on for the ride, tongue out and sloppy, she presses her pussy against my lips, my tongue, my teeth. I feel/taste/smell her, it’s a slick vertigo as we fall together into her orgasm, this rough ride that ascends quickly and drops slowly as a dropped scarf.

(Her orgasms twitch my tongue like a sharp lemon.)

She pushes herself up and off my face. Sits straight up on my chest and contemplatively wipes her juice from my open mouth. Her fingers taste like me.

“Let’s go and cuddle,” she says, takes my hand and leads me to her bed. Lying in her bed, lying in her arms, I turn to my back and guide her hand between my buttery spread thighs. Her middle finger rubs my clit in hot concentric wet tight circles. Her fingers, so casually and nonchalantly cruel before, here and now are knowing and tender. Her fingers that had wrenched my head, crushed my larynx in their grip, mauled my breasts, pawed my privates and thrust themselves obscenely into uninviting orifices now gently, knowingly, slipslidingly rubbed my growing glowing clit maddeningly.

Gently, slowly, indisputably, my orgasm swells and breaks and as I come I feel her hands get slipperier, slip more sloppy in my juicy cunt. I have come all over her fingers, leaving them drippy and slick.

We lie, I on my back, she on her side, her hand on my pussy. I hear her breathing slow, feel her body twitch, all the time her hand still slides gently on my wet cunt. Her hand stutters and pauses in her slow sliding and I can feel her body growing heavier beside me. Her hand stops, cupping my pussy, one finger slid delicately dipped within me. I feel My lover twitch; she is asleep, beside, inside, and next to me.


Comments

2 Responses to “Modifiers . . .”

  1. n on August 26th, 2007 9:46 am

    What an amazing read. I was shifting in my seat enjoying the frantic and forceful descriptions then suddenly closer to the screen, in a dreamy state as i imagined that intimate bed scene. Beautiful.

  2. Petra on August 28th, 2007 12:00 am

    am soaking wet

    and just hafta touch ti

    stroke it and PINCH it

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