Mark My Word
You know it's good when he leaves a mark.
I could tell from the first time we’d fucked that he loved sex; though it appeared he’d never been with a woman who was open to exploring it. All that was about to change.
November 16, 2010
You know it's good when he leaves a mark.
I could tell from the first time we’d fucked that he loved sex; though it appeared he’d never been with a woman who was open to exploring it. All that was about to change.
The Brit and I had been between the sheets for hours, yet somehow I was craving more. We lay naked, our breath heavy and slow. I reached across his chest and dragged my nails over his skin. He was taken with me in every way, but most especially how I pushed him to explore sex. The Brit would spank me and I could see his excitement rise. He’d grab my neck and squeeze tightly; he later confessed he’d never that done before and how much he liked it.
I was half way out the door when I felt his hands on my waist. The Brit lifted me onto his kitchen table, pulled my lace La Perla thong to the side and devoured me, again. He ripped off the lace using his teeth and slid himself inside me, taking me harder than ever before. It felt amazing and even though I was going to be so late for drinks, I wanted him to keep going.
Pulling me off the table, he bent me over the grey leather couch. My ass in the air, he continued to work me until I let go.
I woke up the next morning with giant blue and purple marks across my lower back… If we were going to keep fucking in the kitchen, he was going to have to invest in a new table.
Bad Behavior
Everyone has those moments, they wake up and think, “what the hell happened last night?” I am all for wild nights and crazy times but as a general rule I always remember what goes down, until now.
May 24, 2010
Everyone has those moments, they wake up and think, “what the hell happened last night?” I am all for wild nights and crazy times but as a general rule I always remember what goes down, until now.
I lay in The Friend’s bed and tried not to move; my head was pounding, rays of sunlight streamed in through the large window beside the bed and directly into my eyes. The Friend, up for a while it seemed was texting away on his blackberry naked next to me. “Water, need water,” I moaned and we both started laughing.
I could barely remember the cab ride into the city, yet some how I was having flashbacks to us fucking; me on top, riding him until I came. That was pretty much all I had and nothing else. I crossed the room and slid into my dress. My ass was killing me; I rubbed it with my hand only to feel a bump on one of my firm cheeks. I headed into the bathroom and pulled up my dress to see what the fuck was going on. Horror.
I walked into the middle of the hallway, turned around with my ass out and said, “What the fuck did you do to me last night?”
His face turned a remarkable shade of white; he just stared. I couldn’t help but laugh then confessed that I couldn’t remember a single thing from the night before. My ass was a lovely shade of black and blue right along side the left cheek about 3 inches in diameter. I had never seen anything quite like it. The Friend just shook his head, “How did that happen?”
It was completely genius; neither of us could remember a damn thing. I don’t recall him grabbing me or spanking me THAT hard. Trust me a bruise like this one would imagine being hard to forget.
I kissed him goodbye and could feel him getting hard again. His lips were soft and his hands firm around my waist. I could tell that if I didn’t leave now I never would. It was hard to keep from laughing as I rode the elevator down next to the suits heading off to work. The doors swung open and it hit me. Fuck.
It is going to take a master explanation to try to justify this one to my other lovers… I’d say wish me luck, but I am pure skill.
Against The Lawyer
Something about him though, I could tell he was a complete pervert. You know the kind… They accidentally brush up on your leg and touch your hair while they talk to you about their wife and kids.
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I met him while out for drinks with my boss at the private Manhattan club for the creative and such, Norwood. We chatted over champagne about work, life and the other predictable bullshit one does. Something about him though, I could tell he was a complete pervert. You know the kind… They accidentally brush up on your leg and touch your hair while they talk to you about their wife and kids.
Its all a bit foggy, we drank so very much but I remember him trying to kiss me and I am pretty positive that was right after he introduced me to his wife’s best friend. His profession, law, but with a very specific specialty. For the sake of his anonymity we’ll just call him Lawyer Guy.
Lawyer Guy continued trying to kiss me, all the while trying to kiss my boss too. He ended up inviting us out dancing and while she declined, I accepted. Once we were inside the packed room he wasted no time at all unleashing his true desires. He pushed me up against the wall and kissed me, hard. His hands grabbed me even harder, leaving bruises on my neck and ass. It was kind of hot how aggressive he was, I wondered if he was like that with his wife….