I’ve decided to occasionally dig up an old post from the archives – I thought I’d pull up an erotica piece since I just haven’t been able to write those anymore. Originally published under “Erotic Fiction” from Nov 09

When I’m driving long distances alone I either listen to music, or think. This trip I let my mind wander on its own.

It took an old, familiar route that day – a route I try not to go down willingly anymore. But so be it.

And the old, familiar throbbing and wetness between my legs followed quickly behind, enjoying this re-visit. I didn’t expect this, I tend not to of late. And so the trusty bullet vibrator that used to always have a home in my handbag was languishing in the toy drawer back at home. Little damn use to me, there, two hours away. Soon my lack of patience and my growing need dictated that my pulsing clit would not, could not be ignored.

I glanced around at the easy traffic on the winding four-lane suburban highway as I undid my jeans. But soon my hand was tired from the combined efforts of rubbing tights circles and pushing space in my snug jeans. It’s not an easy feat to push one’s panties and jeans down ass and hips while driving, but I did it. My long shirt covered my tummy and cunt but patches of pale skin was visible at my hips and the tops of my thighs, should a passing motorist of the correct height happen to glance over and inside my car.

I discretely but roughly rubbed tight circles around my clit, through a slickness that isn’t common. I kept feeling the nearness of orgasm but couldn’t quite tip over the edge. I passed the first of a long stretch of scattered-about “adult stores” and wondered if they carried a suitable bullet vibrator. But I didn’t even slow down, I didn’t even give it a second thought.

Until the next seedy store. By which point my frustration and need had ratcheted up another notch. They boasted videos and viewing booths, though, so I didn’t even slow down.

By the third store I lost my nerve and thought that surely I could wait for home.

When I saw the signs for the fourth store, though, I once again considered it with more weight. My middle finger was pruney from its extended soak in my wetness. My chest and face were flushed, my brow knitted in this look of begging mixed with frustration. I kept the pleasure level at a steady 8 and 9 but I couldn’t get to 10.

I lost my nerve when I saw the fifth store because it just looked too busy with pickup trucks and dirty older cars.

The sixth and final store. Now or never. Or at least another 90 minutes which felt like forever. It looked empty, boasted a wide selection of items and looked only moderately seedy. I pulled into the lot. I got out of my car and through the door as quickly as possible before I lost my nerve or too many people passing by saw me. It took me a minute to find my way to the two aisles of sex toys, and another minute to do a visual scan for my necessary aide. I saw only unknown crap brands but picked up two that looked like they might work. I grabbed a 4-pack of AA batteries and went to the counter. Unlike my last experience, long ago, with this sort of store the guy behind the counter wasn’t scary. He wasn’t intimidating or creepy. In fact he was fairly normal, under 40 and average looking. He stared at my purchases for a moment – or was he staring at my fingers, which I just now realized probably still smelled of pussy juice and looked like I’d been in a bathtub too long  – and then asked if I was buying them both. I paused before I answered “Yes….unless I can put batteries in them both and see which one is better”. I didn’t expect him to agree but he did.

With fumbling fingers under a watchful gaze I slid the cardboard backing from the plastic bubbles to extract the vibrators. I put the batteries in them both at the same time, turned them on and found a clear winner in the “vibration intensity” category. I put the lesser one back in its packaging and told him I’d be buying the other one. With a teasing look he said “Gonna wear this one home are ya? Want me to just toss the packaging out?”. I blushed and finally looked him in the eye and confirmed that yes, I’d be using that one momentarily. He didn’t move to ring my purchases up so I prompted him with “that’s all I need, thanks”.

“If you use it right here, right now, I won’t charge you for any of it” he said.

My mouth open, I didn’t have a response right away. I waited for him to carry on with ringing me out, assuming he was joking, but he just waited for an answer.

“No way in hell am I getting naked or partially naked for you, can I just buy these please?”

“This looks small, has a cord….you don’t need to show any skin at all.” If he had said this with a leer I would have left. But he kept with that half-serious half-teasing attitude until my guard dropped.

I looked around the store, saw only one guy trying to hide towards the back and not be recognized.

“Where?” I asked.

He nodded at the counter, pushed some displays aside and said “Here”.

Fine. What the hell, right? I didn’t live in this area and sure as hell would never return here. I hoisted my butt up onto the counter and, bullet in hand, I laid back. Hand down my pants, the bullet found its home and I turned it on high. I gasped as the vibrator woke up my clit. I closed my eyes and let my mind go back from whence it came as I ground the buzzing bullet to my clit in slick circles. I was intent on coming as quickly as possible. It felt like forever but was likely just mere minutes until I felt the certainty of orgasm approaching.  As soon as I was safely “there” and my climax crested I slowly opened my eyes. I couldn’t focus through my haze but I could tell that both men had been watching. I tried to tone it down as much as possible but I couldn’t prevent the involuntary rapid breathing, little  moans and spasms of my body. It was another minute before I regained my senses enough to fully remember what the situation was; when the clarity hit I silently removed the bullet, zipped up my jeans and hopped off the counter. When I glanced at the guy who worked there I could see he was still grinning but my bravery was gone…..and so was I.

Comments

• July 8, 2011, Dave writes: I can remember being in an adult store, shopping for magazines for myself, when a couple came in and asked the shop assistant for help choosing a vibrator. They were clearly getting turned on by the act of purchasing the toy, and were describing how he was about to go overseas for a month or so, and she needed something to substitute for his absence. She was being very up front about how many vibes she had broken or worn out, and how intense they had to be to get her off. I was the only other customer there, and I could see that she was horny enough that she would have tried out a toy on the spot, but was inhibited by me being there as well as the shop assistant. I still think I should have said something along the lines of "don't let me stop you...."

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Guest posts are something new here – It doesn’t have to be erotica, it can be anything really but it should kinda fit in with the place a bit, ya know? But the first one IS erotica because it’s something that’s been seriously lacking on this blog due to my own lack of a muse or simply ability to properly finish a piece. I have a whole bunch of ideas and a number of half-finished ones that I cannot seem to do. Interested in doing a guest post here? You don’t have to be a blogger, even! You can be as anonymous as you’d like if that’s your cup of tea. Erotica, OpEd pieces, or even a plea for advice from my readers. Just email me!

This guest post erotica is written by Psycosis – visit his blog or follow him on Twitter. Like what you read? Comment and let him know!

The lights are out. I slide into bed. Immediately I feel that warm body pressing against my back, curling to match the contour of my body. A shift of the hips and I suddenly feel it.

A bulge, through two layers of cloth. Instantly I have one to match, though much harder than the one I feel. It wasn’t meant for use, just for a tease. Something that was quite easy to do with me.

Another shift, and a shudder in response. The noise I make is caught somewhere between a whimper and a moan. A hand strokes my hair then slides beneath my head to cradle it. I shift this time, until my neck comfortably rests on the thicker bicep. I close my eyes, ready to fantasize before drifting off.

Suddenly I feel a hand slide over my hip, only to grip my obscene bulge tightly. It was almost painful, drawing another whimper from me. Nails bit through the cotton boxers and I tremble, not able to utter a sound this time.

The arm beneath my neck flexes, and I manage to draw in a breath just before the arm closes down on me and robs me of that gift. Finally I hear a voice, soft in my ear only enhanced by feeling that warm breath brush my cheek.

“Good boy, it’s time to sleep.”

Her voice was a delicious mix. Equal parts sadist’s narcissism and lover’s nurturing. For that woman, for that voice, I was ever the willing puppet.

I could feel her lips brush the rim of my ear, my cheek, my temple. After that my memory falters. The lack of oxygen and the over-stimulation sending me down that dark rabbit hole at suicide speeds.

Breath. A deep, sucking one as she relented. Her arm now lay across the bed and I heard a single word from her lips, “Sleep”, before her chin rested above my head. Still, her hand cradled my bulge, and her body pressed close so I could feel hers.

Sleep did soon claim me. Exhausted from such short but intense teasing. Secure in her embrace. That other sort of darkness came for me quickly, and I found myself dreaming about the things she would do once she had gotten her fill of teasing me so.

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• November 14, 2010, Black Pearl writes: Hey Lily! I'm looking for some input on the subject of swallowing...would you mind stopping over and weighing in? http://nocturnalchat.blogspot.com/2010/11/is-swallowing-necessary-evil.html
• November 15, 2010, Elsie writes: Lilly, It's a great idea, and I'll be interested to see where you go with it. Perhaps you could invite guest submissions based on a theme? I liked this particular piece, but... it feels unfinished to me. To me it read more like a draft of a potentially really good erotic short story than a finished product. Best Elsie
• December 27, 2010, Geisha Affair writes: I definitely had a visual on the scenario. Though as much as she teased the writer she teased the reader. Will there be a Part II?

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My husband and I travel to a place on Maryland’s Eastern Shore nearly every year. We’ve been going there now for something like 11 or 12 years. It started out as my “birthday present” trip, we’d go right around my birthday. Since we were staying at a place owned by his parents, we were able to spend more on dinners out than we normally could. After all, the seafood there is half the reason we go! Yum, blue crab! In our old life, these yearly 3-6 day vacations there became our beacon of hope – our escape from a life in a town we hated, with jobs we hated, in living situations we hated. The town we stay in is catered to people a little higher class than my family grew up as, but he was accustomed to it. I loved it while at the same time felt a little out of place.

So one night a few years ago, we had driven over to a town a few miles down to watch the sun set on the tiny bit of beach there. It’s about 20 miles to get from our spot on our little “finger” of land that pokes into the bay, to the other town and other finger. On the drive back, I can’t recall who was driving but my hands started wandering. Soon we were driving past rich homes filled with proper people while his cock was out and I was giving him a very teasing handjob. We both got so worked up that, a mere 4 miles from where we called home that week, I decided to pull over and take things up a notch.

I pulled into the parking lot of a store we’d never been in; the store, as most things there, closed before sunset. I chose that parking lot and that store because there were no parking lot lights. Of course it WAS pretty darn close to the road. Close enough that people driving by would likely be able to see us sitting there…….or rather, him sitting (I’m remembering now that I’d been driving) in the passenger seat and…..no one in the drivers seat, in the parking lot of a store that was closed. And this road was by no means less-traveled.

In the dark, in the car, in the parking lot of a somewhat posh store, he got a fantastic blowjob as uptight conservatives drove past us.

The next year when we came back to town for our annual vacation, we noticed that the posh store had done something we’d never seen in the 6 or so prior years. They’d enclosed their parking lot in a chains – n – fence post sort of thing with chains preventing anybody from entering their parking lot after hours.

*blush*

It was then that we realized they likely have security cameras outside their store, since a number of heavy/large garden accessories for sale sat outside their walls.

Every year we go back down there for vacations, and every single time we pass that store (which is usually multiple times during a trip, since it must be passed everytime we leave the town) my husband sighs contentedly, smiles and gets a little rush of memory of that risque blowjob in the parking lot.

Comments

• August 23, 2010, Sage writes: Time to find a new parking lot!
• August 23, 2010, nitebyrd writes: That's such a sweet story! Jeez, what tightasses! Putting up a chain around a parking lot because of love/lust! LOL
• August 23, 2010, Janie writes: Heehee that's brilliant! I love making memories like that ;) xoxox
• August 23, 2010, hubman writes: Veronica and I have never done something like that, though not for lack of trying! Sometime I hope we find a suitable spot and it doesn't get taken away from us! Great story
• August 23, 2010, Emme writes: My hubs and I have a few moments like those - and yes, we both look at each other and blush when we pass those spots. :) Especially now that we're 'old' and 'responsible' with 3 kids and a minivan. Ahhh, memories. :)

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For as long as I can remember, I’ve had this bizarre, twisted fantasy. The roads leading to it were different, but the end result the same: a stranger fucking a very willing me in my bed in the dead of night. I would never see much of him. Perhaps the strangers intent had been rape but instead he’d happened upon a half-naked horny girl……(me) one who was already wet, already willing and able. These fantasies have roots in a time when I didn’t fully understand the mechanics of sex but I knew I wanted it. Before I even knew how to pleasure myself properly, I had firm belief that this rough stranger could please me.

I’d wondered how I could live out this fantasy…make it reality and yet still make it safe despite the underlying danger in it. Even if I’d spoken to the man before online I still wouldn’t *know* him and be able to trust him. Trust that it would be just him that night. Trust that he wasn’t a complete psychopath. I came close once to setting something up but I chickened out at the last minute. I don’t think I could safely pull this off without involving a third party. A third, trusted party who would vet the stranger and who would keep a far-away eye on the scenario.

I pictured myself waiting for the stranger in one of those picnic pavilions we have here in parks. Sitting on the top of a picnic table, facing away from wherever he would be coming in. I would be wearing a summer dress and nothing else; easy access to a shaved cunt and braless tits just about to pop out of the top of the dress. I would hear his footsteps and not see him. I would feel a heady mixture of equal parts fear and arousal take over my body. My body would be humming in anticipation of his touch as his footsteps drew closer. He wouldn’t say a word to me. Just come up to me and……

(you finish it…..)

Comments

• June 1, 2010, SteelHorseman writes: The imagery is clear in my mind. No words spoken. Just an intense gaze captured in the moonlight keeping you pinned to the bed while the clothing is removed. Eyes that hold you captivated and powerless to move or speak, even as the hard cock slides into your wet and willing body... ~ Getting there, but no bed in this situation ;)
• June 2, 2010, Hunter Red writes: rap my knuckles on the metal table, imagining the vibrations resonating through the chasm that haunts my very dreams. You don't respond, keeping your back to me. I find this to be unusual. Normally the girls I do this to turn toward me, hop off the table, then find an excuse to me. Unusual things excite me. I rap my knuckles on the table again, this time harder thinking that perhaps I was too gentle and your body, your luscious body, felt nothing the first time. I soon learn that you did feel something this time. Your moan tells me this is so. I run my fingers along the long cold table as I walk toward you. You keep your back to me but I know you can hear me. The heavy black combat boots I wear make a loud thump with every step that reverberates throughout the pavilion we are in. Finally I get to you. My fingers make the transition from the cold hard table to your warm soft body. My fingers make their way over your ass, up your back and to your neck. Still no reaction. My hand inches it's way around to the front. I grip strongly, then... (you finish it...) ~ ohhhh......I like where you're going with this and the greedy me wants more of YOUR writing ....
• June 2, 2010, Chris writes: I can certainly see why you'd want a third party involved in the planning process there. That said, its a very interesting fantasy. :)
• June 2, 2010, Matt writes: ...bury his hand deeply into the thick hair on the back of your neck. Pulling your head sharply back against his firm torso, you can smell his scent as he growls, "Don't even pretend this is for you. I'm gonna take what I want." He reaches down the top of your light dress with his other hand, and roughly cups and pinches your breast. It hurts, but a moan escapes you before you even realize it, and a deep throbbing erupts in your cunt. Suddenly the fear is gone; there is only the need to be taken, even devoured by his desire. ~ Oh very nice, I like your mind ;)
• June 3, 2010, SultryK writes: Love Matt's ending. That is exactly how I would have wanted it. Always had the same fantasy..tho mine was just walking into my house after a night out. Sometimes I go to get stuff out my car for no reason at all with a robe and nothing under it...but in reality thats crazy cuz I wouldnt't want just anybody to ravash me lo ;-) Please check out my blog wantitlovitcraveit.blogspot.com
• June 3, 2010, Lila writes: I have likewise always had this fantasy!! good to know i'm not the only one :D
• June 14, 2010, adam writes: i love this post...that's been an overriding fantasy of mine lately too...in mine, i'm blindfolded, with headphones on, so i never see or hear who is using my ass for their pleasure...in the fantasy...it's not just one person using me either...over a period of time, many use both my ass and mouth...and i'm never to learn who they are...so i'm always wondering...is that the one you took me...or him, or him?

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She was a tomboy. Always played with the boys, and played as rough as the boys. But the day she showed up for touch football in a wife-beater sans bra….they looked at her a little different.

After the others had gone, they hooked up.

Right there on the field, in the dirt.

Dirty,

sweaty,

clothes-ripping fucking.

He was pleased to note that she fucked as roughly as she played football.

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Comments

• May 21, 2010, Katia writes: Rough and sexy...nice piece! Happy FFF!
• May 21, 2010, The Panserbjørne writes: Man, I am just having a ball and a half reading everyone's takes this week. Everyone is bringing their own delightfully filthy perspective to their tales. I love the idea that she's a ballplayer. Thanks for playing! Hope we'll see you again in future weeks. -- PB
• May 21, 2010, Dick writes: Lilly - you just spawned a new fantasy for me. Very hot!
• May 21, 2010, Hedone writes: I'm a girly-girl but after reading this I am seriously considering the benefits on becoming a tomboy. -H
• May 21, 2010, Diabhal writes: Good thing it was just "touch" and not "tackle" then... *laughs* Nice take on the pic. Happy Friday!
• May 21, 2010, Soren writes: Really enjoyed the way you shaped the words. Very creative. :) Happy FFF! ~Soren
• May 21, 2010, Lila writes: gotta love a football-playing girl! wonderfully written and formatted so well. :D
• May 21, 2010, Cate writes: Fuck yes! I just had a flash back to playing flag football as a pre-teen and wanting to do soooooo much more. HOT!
• May 21, 2010, elsie writes: I love this! Very e.e. cummings of you! ever dabble in haiku?
• May 21, 2010, Netsfan_44 writes: Next stop ... the shower .. together ... excellent story !
• May 21, 2010, Luna writes: I am oh-so ready for some football! Happy FFF!
• May 21, 2010, nitebyrd writes: Oh! YES! That's the way I want to "play", too!
• May 21, 2010, Spring Flower writes: Dirty & rough, just the way I like it. :) Great piece!
• May 25, 2010, Keith writes: This is my first time at your blog. I really like it a lot. I can't wait to check it out more. Have a great week.

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The party was winding down, and the previously half-lit rooms of the venue delved back into only barely-lit as it changed from the party back to just being a bar/restaurant. As I stood with friends I spied a couple making out like high school kids. I had chatted up the female half of the couple numerous times during the party and she was, indeed, cute and kissable. They weren’t hiding, but they were off in the corner with his back to the wall, in between a few small, short drink tables scattered about to look like a hip version of someone’s living room. They quite clearly were fully absorbed into their kissing and had no cares what was going on around them. Adding to the mix was that they were, to put it bluntly, drunk.

Conversation around me continued and I occasionally joined in but I kept watching the couple. Mostly I was wondering if they were going to be so lost in their kissing that they would forget their surroundings and get a little more interesting. Finally after another fifteen minutes had progressed and they were still locked in teenage kissing, I grew bored of them and my surroundings. I grabbed myself another drink and casually, slowly, headed over near them. Closer. When I was right next to them and they still did not notice, I put my lips to his ear (loud music, you know) and whispered “Touch her boobs, I bet she’d like that” and I backed up a foot.

Without breaking from her lips, and giving no indication that he’d even noticed me consciously, his left hand drifted up from her waist, slowly. He dragged his fingers along the underside of her large breast, tentatively, teasingly. Her body responded in kind, subtly writhing and asking his fingers to explore more. Thankfully the guy wasn’t a complete moron and he continued to boldly squeeze, caress and fondle her tits through her cute t-shirt. When he presumably found her hard nipple he pinched through t-shirt and bra….she broke the kiss to groan and screw up her face in this gorgeous mix of pleasure and pain, her eyes still closed from the kissing of moments earlier. In a haze of overstimulation, alcohol and lust, she opened her eyes partially and in a few seconds her gaze settled on me. I just smiled at her….a slow, knowing, power-hungry-lust-driven smile. I thought about perhaps whispering a command in her ear, but I figured that her partner in crime there wasn’t in any need of coaxing or more arousal. So instead, I suggested to him and only him that “You know, it would be easier to pinch those nipples if her t-shirt and bra weren’t in the way…..why don’t you push them aside?”

He resumed kissing her as a means of distraction, perhaps, or just to simply return to the kissing. The hand on her tit dropped back to her waist and hovered there, just under her shirt, just touching flesh. With both hands he slowly inched her t-shirt up her belly and finally stopped when the front of her shirt was just barely exposing her bra-covered tits. More groping ensued, and then as I instructed, the bra shoved upwards as well exposing her heavy, pale tits. I can’t even tell you how badly I wanted in on the action, to run my tongue around her nipples, but I practiced restraint and just watched.

I watched, as his hands got busy and her breasts were lavished attention. I watched, as pelvic grinding ensued, like two horny kids. I watched, as lust-and-alcohol-drunken kissing continued. I watched, and wondered, if I needed to continue my game and my instructions.

I didn’t, as it were. One of his hands traveled down her body, round her ass and down her chubby thigh, promptly grabbing it and wrapping it around him. This act strained the knee-length denim skirt she was wearing to a restriction that appeared to be painful. Alcohol and hormones cause her to rectify this in a way that made me proud and utterly delighted – she hiked her skirt up to the tops of her thighs, and moved the raised leg from her boy’s legs to one of those low tables. I could see her neon blue thong and whomever should choose to notice the horny couple in the corner would have seen the very bottom of her curvy ass cheeks peeking out from the skirt.

In short order his wandering hands figured out the new development and he shoved that thong so far to the side that it offered her absolutely no modesty, to my glee. A glistening, bare shaved cunt nearly brought me to my knees. The poor girl was so riled up that it only took a few short minutes of his attentions but oh what attentions they were  – his mouth on hers, one hand pinching a nipple and one hand on her cunt, fingering her clit into submission. Watching her come was a beautiful sight indeed. Flushed, twitching, pleasure, pain, sighs, moans, silence, breathing, stillness, recovering.

I left them in her afterglow to join my friends who were finally nearing their slow trek to the door. The cold, brisk night air was very much needed by me.

Comments

• May 16, 2010, blueyeguy writes: Hot. How come I never go to parties like these? Time for a friends' review and purge!
• May 16, 2010, RosieWoman writes: Yumm...good reading to start off my day ;)
• May 16, 2010, 13messages writes: I love getting lost in your words. You're wonderful.
• May 16, 2010, Lila writes: wow... so well written and super hot!
• May 16, 2010, Tyler writes: Wow..very nice..I could picture myself in the room watching that whole ordeal unfold. The whispers, the looks, the touches. Bravo.
• May 17, 2010, Soren writes: Hot as hell, Lilly. Not too long, not too short, but JUST right. ~Soren
• May 17, 2010, elsie writes: Nice one! Hot and well-written... great concept too! Fun!
• May 17, 2010, Nadia West writes: Well written and hot, but then I wouldn't expect anything other from you. ;-)
• May 18, 2010, Diana writes: Hi that was great, do you write fanfiction as well?
• May 18, 2010, Laura writes: OMG - how hot was that! I need to go to more parties...
• May 25, 2010, Suspiria writes: Oh, super hot! Makes me want to be the unobtrusive instigator.
• May 26, 2010, N writes: Love it! :) The perfect mix of voyeurism and domination :D

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The most delicious part of a perfect kiss is not the pressing of lips together. It is not the claiming, lustful engulfing.

It’s the moment of hesitation. When lips are millimeters apart, when time freezes, when your brain stops thinking and just reacts, just feels.

Perhaps it is the hesitation before lips meet for a first, tentative kiss. Or maybe it’s a hesitation in the transition between small, explorative kisses and giving in to lust. It could be that the hesitation is due to uncertainty. Or fighting a losing battle over lust. With an established partner that hesitation could also be intentional and meant to merely be a maddening tease. Draw out the longed-for moment of contact.

The hesitation is one of those times where so much more is said in the inaction than the action. And I keep coming back to it in my mind, and it is just as prominent in my memory bank as the actual kiss. Recalling the brief second where a whirling eddy of thoughts and wants ran through my own mind is almost more arousing to me now than the kiss that followed.

Comments

• May 11, 2010, Sage writes: that is the same to me as the moment when my cock brushes her lips, the instant before I plunge inside her.
• May 11, 2010, Oversexed Librarian writes: Agreed, wholeheartedly. That moment when mouths begin to incline toward one another, when want and uncertainty are melded together, before you really know how that other mouth will feel and taste. Before you are 100% sure a real, mutual kiss will even occur. On the verge of commitment to the first physical joining. A kiss is a taste, a test.
• May 11, 2010, frances writes: you have such sexy looking, kissable lips!
• May 11, 2010, Soren writes: I know exactly what you're talking about. And I'm an absolute prick about it; I'll make her wait and wait and plead and beg. Unfortunately, such teasing DOES tend to invite physical violence past a certain point... Still, it's those long, wordless moments of tension that make the greatest memories and a night that won't soon be forgotten. Great picture. The hair around your neck seems haphazardly perfect for this shot. ~Soren
• May 11, 2010, Emmy writes: such an awesome moment really....that hesitation just builds the moment.
• May 11, 2010, SteelHorseman writes: Wow, you really captured that moment. Now you have me thinking about it,.
• May 12, 2010, Bee's Knees writes: It also kind of makes me sad. I shared that first kiss with my now-husband about three years ago. We'll never get it back... Of course, we have lots of opportunities to seduce and tease each other now and in our future... But there's nothing like that first kiss.
• May 13, 2010, Joanna Cake writes: Really like that description x
• May 15, 2010, Cooper writes: This is actually one of my favorite things about being a swinger, I'm able to experience these first tenative kisses quite often with new and exciting people. Often at the bar we frequent, we'll be talking to a couple, then we'll split off into pairs a bit, me with the mrs, my wife with the mr, and we'll be talking close in order to hear over the din of the (unfortunate) open mic night at the bar. There's always a few moments in here that match that kiss pause. The first brush of my hand above her waist, the slightest touch of my cheek against her temple when I whisper in her ear, and then, of course, that hesitant moment before the first kiss. I get a smile just thinking about it. You may have made my night!

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Ana’s challenge all semester has been her professor. To break his will. Make him break his rules. She’s sneaky about it, too. Today when she walked into the classroom, her skirt wasn’t quite that short. She lulled him into a sense of security, she let him see her come through the door in a fairly modest mid-thigh pleated skirt. She knew better and knew he wouldn’t allow her up at the chalkboard wearing something slutty, something tempting. So when he wasn’t looking she rolled up the waistband of her skirt to just the right (practiced) length. Just enough to show the tops of her thigh-highs….enough to show off her panties in the right circumstance.

When she spun around after finishing the equation, she caught him staring and blushing.

And as the class let out 15 minutes later…..

“Ana, may I speak with you please? Meet me in my office. Now.”

See who else is playing….

Comments

• April 23, 2010, The Panserbjørne writes: "Meet me in my office" never sounded so inviting. Or so mouth-watering. Enjoyed this one a great deal. Thanks for a fantastic picture. It's inspired people to new heights of creativity this week. I hope you'll play along with us again in future weeks! -- PB
• April 23, 2010, Gray writes: Definitely loved the picture Lilly! And the story was perfect. I can remember in high school practicing rolling up my too long skirts in the mirror at home. Happy FFF!
• April 23, 2010, Soren writes: Excellent picture, and a wonderful prose to match. Teachers... tisk tisk. ~Soren
• April 23, 2010, Diabhal writes: Something about those 3 letter words... "Now", "CUM!"... *smiles* This story sounded a lot like our Ms DeVero... perhaps she and Ana are related by their sensuality. Happy Friday!
• April 23, 2010, Luna writes: Ooooh....Ana is in big trouble. Welcome to FFF, Dangerous Lilly!
• April 24, 2010, Bee's Knees writes: Totally used to roll my skirt in highschool :)
• April 25, 2010, Spring Flower writes: These are my kind of challenges. :) Welcome!!
• April 28, 2010, ava writes: I have a special place in my heart for professors... since I am seeing one. And students too... :)

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Am I fixated on things simply because I cannot have them?

I have found that in the last year or so, I’m not much interested in most men. It takes a *lot* for me to have an interest in a man (perhaps because I’m still comparing, and most are still falling short). Even then, that interest seems to want to stay firmly online. Oh sure my cunt might have some opinions and want to sate the need but then we will both just get disappointed because casual sex is just not satisfactory to me or my cunt.

In porn, both video and photo, I have little interest in the men. It’s the women who get my full attention, who arouse me. I seek them out. I flick past hetero couplings, bored. Blow jobs? Meh. Oh wait, close-up of her pussy? Her coming? Ok I’ll watch now. The only thing that interests me would be group encounters because I think that’s hot and I haven’t had much of it.

Oh and I do not like “porn” porn. I like homemade “amateur” porn. I don’t want paid actors even if it’s the alt/indie stuff and the orgasms are real. No I want the stuff that makes me feel like a fly on the wall. Female solos I love. Girly sex looooove. Exhibitionism/outdoor sex I love even if it is hetero, bc that’s my kink.

On one of my amateur pic sites I came across a link to something called Dare Dorm. It’s this site where college kids are urged to send in their sex tapes for a chance to win like 10 grand. That’s a fuck of a lot of beer and weed money, my friends. Now, granted, you’re going to get some annoying stereotypes. But there’s also some gems of true hedonism. Some tentative “for the camera” girl-on-girl that soon turns to “the real thing”. In one, the foreground girl couple are decent and one’s fucking the other (albeit a little blandly) with a glass dildo but it’s the background girl couple that put me over the edge……they’re lounging back there just watching their two friends get it on, watching the girl climbing to orgasm and their arousal takes them to each other. You can see both the foreground girls and the background. The background girls start out with some kisses and progress to more.

Where the fuck were girls like this when *I* was in college?!?!?! I knew I shoulda stuck around longer and gone against my better judgment to join a sorority *sigh*

In another video, my favorite actually, a drunken “suds rave” (mini, like 8 people) turns to kinda-sorta-orgy. In the bunkbed you’ve got couple A going at it the whole time on the bottom bed while couples B and C shake the bed from the top. It’s the top bunk who I loved watching because of the one girl. Sadly she left her clothes on the whole time, just shoved them around instead, I really wanted to see her fully naked. Yum….

She’s vocal and passionate and the action started with the other chick going to town on her tits. yum yum yum oh yes. Brown haired chick’s orgasmic moans were what made me come eventually (fingers! just fingers!) watching her get it from a guy and a girl. I can’t wait to tag-team someone like that, know they’re being stimulated from every possible angle. Well technically I can’t wait to just devour a woman, period. It’s been too long and I need to do it properly.

Comments

• April 22, 2010, Kat writes: Well, I was in a sorority and there was none of that going on. And, unfortunately, I didn't recognize my attraction to women until I was married. Sometimes, timing just sucks.
• April 25, 2010, Tracer Bullet writes: And so the moral of the story is: NEVER GRADUATE.
• April 25, 2010, Another Suburban Mom writes: I can only suggest one thing, Viv Thomas and Lesbian Porn. Its fabulous
• April 25, 2010, mothboy writes: Mmm..thanks for the pointer to Dare Dorm. Checked out that video, and it was pretty damn hot. I completely agree with the preference for home made voyeur/exhibitionist viewing material. I can remember the first time I saw the Libby Hoeler solo vids; there is one where she starts off putting on a show for her boyfriend to some music, but at about one third into the video she is completely submerged in getting herself off rather than posing, and ends up fingering herself to a quivering orgasm. So very hot.
• April 26, 2010, drbinks writes: Damn, there's another site I like now.
• May 3, 2010, Riff Dog writes: Absolutely agree on the "porn" porn thing. If I don't think it's real, it does nothing for me. I think what I would like most about foreground/background girls video are those first tentative kisses. To me, that's where it becomes real.
• May 8, 2010, Kristen writes: Ditto ditto ditto your whole post. <3
• May 16, 2010, the rifleman writes: I hate seeing mens faces in porn, especially during a climax. There's nothing worse.

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The flirting has been coming back in bits and pieces; odd occurrences and mostly lighthearted. Some improper things said, things we used to say, and then 5 minutes later it’s back to talking about whatever.

I don’t know why it’s back.

He is the one who put the ban on this side of the friendship, last year.

I tried very hard to stop thinking about him that way for many months. I wouldn’t let myself. It worked for a number of months though, I kept it at bay. And then the first time of falling off the wagon together I tried to quickly push it away. “Shouldn’t do that”. Teasing here, inappropriate innuendo there.

But every now and then I give in for a few minutes with him. I guess he’s giving in, too. Occasionally he’ll get Toppy with me and that affects me even more. He knows it. But we shouldn’t do this. But I think we can’t help it, given the infectious grins that spread on our faces for the few minutes.

And it always starts off so inconspicuously. Innocent, like the sort of teasing that might occur now and then between any other pair of friends who share a hint of attraction to each other. But the problem with us is the history, the knowing how to push each others buttons. We shouldn’t. But it’s hard to resist. It’s an ego stroke, I guess. It feels good in more than one way.

It always shocks me how quickly an off-hand, innocent “joking” remark can turn into something that makes me squirm. Last week it was bratty banter and a “shut up or I’ll whip you” which, in text, is harmless. Harmless, except for how badly I still want him to actually do it. Before I could catch myself I said something to the effect of “front or back?” and the mental image of him wielding a flogger or his hand to my naked ass and then my bare cunt was just too much for me to handle. He knew it was getting to me; and I told him so. When he gave me an order (half-joking?) it would have been so easy for me to give in and answer with nothing more than the “Yes, sir” that wanted to fall off my tongue. I shouldn’t, I knew it. He tried again and it took all of my self control to stay my course.

Of course, where did I find myself hours later?

Egging him on. Giving in, subtly. Telling myself, telling him (but not outloud) to go there again and I’ll follow. Thankfully (I guess) he didn’t take the bait. Either I was too subtle or the “shouldn’t”s took control for him again or he was merely too deeply embroiled in work drama whereas first thing in the morning he’s still in transition. A minor rebuff, a reality check for me. Just as well……….

Comments

• April 22, 2010, Chris writes: Sweet Lilly, This is so often the case.  We put brakes on desire "officially" but cannot keep our lusts from surfacing.  Convention and expidience create a tension that only explodes when we least expect it.  The explosion can be so strong as to destroy us.  Such wild and blissful destruction! Thx tyranny of lust. We long for a tyrant....

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