Crazy For You
Sex is a powerful thing. People tend to get lost in it; they confuse it for love or a relationship. It has always been a strength of mine knowing how far I can throw people. With The Photographer it had been strictly sex from day one and things were about to get crazy.
May 17, 2010
Sex is a powerful thing. People tend to get lost in it; they confuse it for love or a relationship. It has always been a strength of mine knowing how far I can throw people. With The Photographer it had been strictly sex from day one and things were about to get crazy.
I was living outside of New York and jonesing for a fix. Our scandalous affair could only sustain through texts and web cam for so long. I wanted to push us sexually, push myself sexually. He hopped on a plane and I invited a friend.
The Photographer arrived at my apartment and we could barely make it in the door. His kiss was deep his hands cold on my naked flesh. I had missed that kiss, those hands; I had ached for them, fantasized about them. He was instantly hard and he lifted my legs around his waist and took me to my bed.
He removed my coat slowly untying the closure. He pulled it off my shoulders and kissed my neck. His hands pulled back the thick fabric and revealed the tight black corset that was binding me. His eyes lit up and his lips traced down my neck onto the tops of my breasts. I kissed his ear, slowly sliding my tongue inside while reaching down and unzipping his pants.
I pushed him by his shoulders until he was flat on the bed. He moaned as I licked him through his underwear and massaged his thighs with my hands. Using only my teeth, I got him naked. He was rock hard and I was so excited to feel him in my mouth, taste every inch of him. I devoured him until he begged me to stop.
The Photographer was beyond hot and I straddled his face and forced him to lick me. I loved the way his tongue made little circles over me. He would slide the tip of his tongue inside me and I'd beg for more; he knew how to drive me wild.
I lowered my body down onto him, teasing him until neither of us could handle it. We lay there breathless. My heart was pounding in my chest, a bead of sweat rolled down my back. I had cum so hard it made my head spin. All I could think about was later; I'd never had a threesome before and I was aching to try it.
The Art of The Affair
An affair is a dance. There is a specific way things are done and handled. It provides him with enough security so he will not get caught, while at the same time taking just the right amount of risk to keep things interesting. Or so I had thought.
April 11, 2010
An affair is a dance. There is a specific way things are done and handled. It provides him with enough security so he will not get caught, while at the same time taking just the right amount of risk to keep things interesting. Or so I had thought.
Ralph Lauren Guy lived in D.C. and when we had both returned home from the weekend of festivities we found ourselves desperately wanting more. Dirty texts kept us going but before long there were late night calls. Him, describing how delightful it was to be deep inside me; how crazy I drove him when I worked him with my tongue. Me, fantasizing about him laying me down, sliding his hand up my dress; his lips pressed against mine while I could feel him getting rock hard at the mere thought of being inside me.
It wasn’t long before either of us could take it. Friday, he flew in to the city and like the gentleman he was invited me to dinner. He was truly terrible, as when I arrived for dinner we were not alone. I sat there with him and his friends in a chic Meatpacking District restaurant. He was cocky and I loved it. Very bold to invite the girl you’re sleeping with to dinner with friends. Clearly he liked to show off.
At dinner he did everything I desired. Slid his hands up my skirt, pushed his fingers inside me, making me gasp. I reached over and felt how hard he was. It was every ounce of willpower not to take him right then and there. I ached to wrap my legs around his waist, unzip his jeans and force him inside of me.
His friend sat across the table from me and I could tell he was aching to get involved. He kept looking me up and down; he was most interested. We left dinner and headed to a near by bar. The friend got us in right away, private table, the usual.
When Ralph Lauren Guy seemed distracted The Friend slid his arm around my waist. He leaned in close so his breath was tickling my neck. If I had doubted it before, it was clear; he wanted me. He told me I was beautiful and that he had to have me. I told him I was going home with Ralph Lauren Guy, but he didn’t seem to care. He placed his hand on my firm ass and told me to call him once Ralph Lauren Guy headed home.
After several more glasses of champagne Ralph Lauren Guy and I could barely keep our hands to ourselves. We jumped into a cab and sped up 8th Avenue towards his hotel. The second the elevator doors closed he grabbed me, pulling me in. He kissed me and I could feel him hard against me. We were practically naked by the time the door to his room shut. On my knees, I took him in my mouth and made him cum. He pushed me by my shoulders into the king sized bed. Lifting my leg up as he undid the straps on my bronze Miu Miu shoes. He kissed my ankle, then worked his way up to my inner thighs. My red Agent Provocateur lace panties were completely soaked and I begged him to slide inside me.
We fucked like it was the last time we might ever get to and I came again and again. I don’t remember falling asleep, but I awoke in sheer panic as I had overslept my flight to Paris.
Hong Kong Mash Up
Hong Kong was so much more than I had anticipated. It was a mash-up of all my favorite things; amazing shopping, food, nightlife, beaches, art and of course hot, hot sex.
Hong Kong was so much more than I had anticipated. It was a mash-up of all my favorite things; amazing shopping, food, nightlife, beaches, art and of course hot, hot sex.
London guy met me in the hotel lounge for cocktails and although it had only been 3 days since I had last seen him in Las Vegas it felt like an eternity. I guess that is what a 16-hour flight and loads of sexual anticipation does to a girl.
The city was alive at night and we made the most of every moment. Lavish dinners were followed by chic clubs and bottle after bottle of delicious champagne. We were so hot for each other and could not keep our hands to ourselves. At one club in Lan Kwai Fung we were being so aggressive with one another that we were asked to leave, which is a far more mild retelling of actual events that occurred.
We went swimming at Repulse Bay, soaking up the sun in my orange mesh Agent Provocateur lingerie and secretly touching each other in the water while the other beach goers looked on without a clue. The whole week was an utter fantasy, one we were both making the most of.
Having him throw me onto the soft bed and rip open my giant white robe was almost too much to handle. He was very good at knowing exactly how and where to touch me to drive me absolutely wild and I could read him like a book. We would spend ours pushing each other’s buttons teasing ourselves within inches of our sanity. We would stay up all night, fucking until we passed out from exhaustion, only to wake up and do it all over again. I had finally found someone who was able to keep up with my sexual appetite.