worshipping a rogue

ah, a man fantasy...they've been coming more frequently these days and now I have help.

I'm caught off guard. We've flirted incessantly lately, your stories of dappled bottoms and glimpses of your whiskers have remained in my thoughts more than I care to confess. We talk about the distance...having not met. We talk about power and love and sensuality, exploring from two completely different angles...I've loved women for so long now. But you talk of being inside a woman and I know exactly what you mean-from both sides. Intriguing, eh?

There is a knock at my door, which, save the postman, is rare. It's a Friday night and I've been out with a friend, sipping wine, bemoaning our sexless lives...so I expect her and there, in my tiny peephole (I know...sounds naughty in the context) are broad shoulders and short beard. My brain is confused and I feel things tilt, just a little. Realizing this is a defining moment, I open the door. "Rogue?". You've made quite the trip. Quite the trip. For me.

So many reasons to be cautious, to be afraid, but we've been writing so long and you have so many friends. You step inside and press me to the wall, and I inhale deeply as your cover my mouth, hard, tongue so alive inside. I love a man's beard, so much like pussy. The dichotomy is thrilling. You know too much, too much of what I like and want, grabbing my wrists hard at my sides as you continue to kiss, bite, lick at my mouth, moving down to my neck, again I feel your teeth...and then my knees buckle. You help me to the sofa, sitting and pulling me on you to straddle and face you. You smell so good, so much like "man", cologne, body...at some point my shirt is off (thank God the nice bra is on!) and you are at my breasts, handling them just rough enough, and then you stop and look deeply into my eyes-hold my gaze. Your hands are in my hair then, gently pulling and kissing me like you mean it...like you really want me and I believe you do.

I'm aware, now, of the hardness in your jeans and nature's need to grind takes over and I'm possessed. I unbutton your shirt, rub my hands through the hair (it feels so foreign) and lean down to bite your nipple. You snap my head back by the hair and tell me "wait". It is then I remember than you dominate, not me. I nod.

You stand and take your shirt off, and I am in bra and panties and then I am at your crotch, rubbing your hard cock, looking up at you for permission as I lean into bite through the thick cloth, bite what I remember. You moan, head thrown back, hair grazing your back. You pull me harder to you and I unzip, just a bit, afraid, unsure. The length of you is revealed and my mouth has a mind of its own and I've surrounded you and am devouring, teeth, lips, tongue. You push me back down and begin to bite my nipples, hard, through the lace of my bra, grabbing and pulling and I'm animal, need, pulling at you. You torture me, joyfully, forever and move your mouth to my panties, teasing with your hard tongue, pulling the panties aside (ah, yes, you know about this too) and exploring the best you can. I am swollen and heavy with need. Swollen and heavy.

You are inside me...one finger, two. Good God. You so know what you are doing! I've grown to underestimate men. Wrong of me. Suddenly, you pull me across your lap, face down. Oh No! I don't want to be spanked. I don't want that! You continue to explore inside me, finding and rubbing my g-spot so hard while your thumb rubs my clit and your hand massages my cheeks and firmly lands on them. Of course, you will spank. I know this. Again and again, and you rub my clit and spank and I'm small and overcome and in need and a small tear leaks...but unlike before, I am not sad. I'm relieved. To be the focus of your desire and mine. The spanking stops but you are so inside me, exploring, rubbing, pressing and I have a need and you know what it is.

Your jeans are off, I am on my knees on the sofa. You thankfully protect yourself (would I have even remembered at this point?) and worship my ass for a few more moments before I feel the head of your cock seeking entry. I move to help and you slide in, barely, and pull back out, barely in and back out, again and again and finally I beg, I plead in a hoarse voice "fuck me". You do. You do. Do you have any idea how long it has been? Years since I felt taken in this way, since I was. You fuck me so hard, you don't hold back, occasionally slapping my ass for good measure, hands on my hips pulling me onto you. I am so full and you reach around and rub my clit. Honestly I don't even care if I come. I don't care, this feels so good, but you are concentrating and working it just right and your cock head is on my g-spot and you are growling in the right ways and I can tell...I really. am. going. to. come. I really am. And I do. I come so hard, fucked that way and I feel you get ready as well. Thank you. I think. Come please. Your hands dig into my flesh and you give a low rumble as you get off.

Thank you sir. Thank for arriving, unexpectedly at my door. I know you were pleasured, but I know you know what I needed. We collapse, quietly for a few minutes and I reach up to touch your face and I laugh. I laugh so hard and with abandon.

the bite

please, let me lay you face down on a cool sheet and feed on your flesh. you need never know who i am. let me tease your back with my finger tips, trace the curve of your cheek, run my tongue along your crevices. let me bite. please. i want to feel the meat of you between my teeth, not hard enough to leave lasting marks, but enough to make you squeal. i am aching, this now familiar longing consumes me and how can i appease this need? i want only to worship your body, to hold you down, gently but with conviction, and bite...there. your shoulder. there. your neck. there. your thigh. there. your ass. there. your calf. there. to your lip. you decide?

i didn't know this fire to explore would be so great. i know i can be frightening at times. but i am trustworthy. you can relax, face down. no work is required of you. i can touch myself from behind you, breathing hard in your ear, taking in the heat off your body, the smell of you. i can rub my swollen self, biting again, your back and feeling you, despite yourself, begin to breathe into me as i come. i bite again.

Unclean

Please don't wash. I don't want Ivory soap in my noise. I want pussy that smells like you, your scent. I want to lick you and get salt and sweat and juice intermingled. Why must you shower, always? Come roll with me, don't think so much. I want to pull you down on top of me and spread your ass cheeks enough that you spread in the front as well, barely. I want this to surprise you. You smell like my own private heaven, like something dark and secret but just for me. But this is what you are, right? There is a heaviness between my legs when you sleep softly beside me. I am not allowed to stir or wake you but you are candy (caramel) and your soft body is so close. Please let me roll you over and see the desire in your eyes again, so lost, as your hands tangle in my hair and your mouth engulfs mine. Do you remember that control, lost? Let me bite your ass, so hard that have you to control your squeal but so good that you don't stop me. Let me pull you up on all fours and bury my fingers inside you. I knew you'd be wet. Let me find the backside of your clit and rub baby. Pressing so deep while you move your whole body against those two fingers (you are so so tight), my thumb rubbing so lightly while you swell, my hands on your waist pulling you closer while you yell, "oh honey, fuck me". And I do. And you surge around me hand and I am so very lost to you.

Do you remember? Firelight, eyes locked, wrapped in white down. Will you come back or are you lost to me forever?

The joy of discovering your sexual uniqueness

Funny. I just read a great post (which led to more great posts) on really uncovering your sexual identity. Reader(s): I am a woman in her mid-40's with a raging sexual appetite! Now, this may just be me, I don't know, but I am more aware of an ache in my crotch now than ever in my life. I've always been a lusty wench, but this is different. It isn't just my mind...it's my body. Delicious but disturbing as there don't seem to be enough outlets for relief as I would like.

A therapist told me years ago that I'm a sensualist. I saw her for a very brief time but it was a pretty accurate read. I'd rather be teased to submission than anything, relishing touch and pressure and eye contact. It takes years to discover these things which is why the new interest in "cougars" has probably emerged...young men (and women) are discovering the secrets the older broads have to share.

What new things have you learned about YOURSELF if you are, indeed, a cougar...

Who gets the sex toys?

The end has come. Boxes are being packed, decisions made, tearful accusations slung. And there, in the middle of it all, like an elephant, sits the big LAVENDAR bag/box/crate in the middle of the room asking "where am I going?". If you are like many long-term couples you've got quite the collection of goodies hidden away from prying eyes...and they didn't come cheap. In fact, they are a part of the family...they have names (binkie? big dude? that leather thing?) and, well, frankly you will miss both her and them.

BUT you cannot imagine ever sharing binkie with another woman! OH and how dare she consider doing it herself??? So you look at the box and you look at her. She looks at the box and looks at you.

What next? What did you do?

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