Working Girl
Iron Man was back in New York, The Firefighter was emailing me out of the blue and The Director was sending scandalous texts. All the while I fantasized about my next meeting with The Business Man. What next, The Editor was going to crawl out of rehab? Ahh-hem, I mean, the woodwork?
Helmut Newton
September 29, 2010
Iron Man was back in New York, The Firefighter was emailing me out of the blue and The Director was sending scandalous texts. All the while I fantasized about my next meeting with The Business Man. What next, The Editor was going to crawl out of rehab? Ahh-hem, I mean, the woodwork?
My phone was blowing up, handsome, sexy, stylish men all eager to please. Even with all my options, The Business Man was the only one I cared to hear from. It’s rare to find a man that ‘gets’ you and still fully wants you; I had found one and now he was all I could think about.
My fantasies were running wild and my real life was eager to catch up. I’d imagine us lying in bed facing each other with our bodies pressed together. He would have his hands on my hips, moving them over my ass, pulling me closer so I could feel how hard he was. Our lips would touch and we’d kiss slowly, savoring every second until we couldn’t take another minute.
The Business Man would push me onto my back and force my legs apart pushing himself inside me. Moaning uncontrollably, I would dig my nails into his shoulders, begging him to take me harder. We’d tease each other until we both let go and devoured one another. Breathless and exhausted we’d lay in bed until we couldn’t stand the thought of not fucking again.
The vibration from my phone snapped me back to reality. In bed alone, I read his message. A smile crossed my lips. The Business Man was scoring points as my leading fantasy man and his dirty messages made me want him even more.
Putting my phone down I let out a sigh, exhausted from allowing my mind to run wild. With seconds before my morning conference call was set to begin there was just enough time to catch my breath and dial in. The dial tone clicked in and it was hard not to laugh to myself; if only the people on the other line knew what I had been up to in preparation for the call.
Not exactly the due diligence they probably had in mind.
The Right Ass-ets
Every man has one (or more) parts of the female body that drive him absolutely wild. The most brief of encounters can lead to a spontaneous and wild affair, if that part is in play. For The Firefighter it was my ass; and my black studded micro-mini dress was about to get me into loads of trouble.
August 30, 2010
Every man has one (or more) parts of the female body that drive him absolutely wild. The most brief of encounters can lead to a spontaneous and wild affair, if that part is in play. For The Firefighter it was my ass; and my black studded micro-mini dress was about to get me into loads of trouble.
I walked up the street; the sun was pounding on my back and I pushed my hair in front of my shoulder to expose my skin; the low cut back of the dress was excellent for on-the-go tanning. My black Stuart Weitzman espadrille sandals made my legs even longer and I could feel people’s eyes following my every move.
My phone vibrated in my hand; The Firefighter wanted to play. I laughed to myself, as I was about to stroll past his place. Earlier in the week I had decided I was over him. The Photographer was back on again and I had been flying to New York every other week for hours and hours of pleasure.
As I raised my hand to knock, the door swung open and I was greeted with his devilish grin. Pushing passed him I threw my vintage green snakeskin handbag on his couch and helped myself to some water. As I perused through cupboards trying to find a glass, I could feel him walking towards me.
The Firefighter placed his hands on my waist and slid them down over my firm ass. He moaned as he grabbed me hard and spun me towards him, “You have the sexiest ass I have ever seen.”
I smiled and tilted my chin backwards letting him kiss down my neck to my chest. His hands lifted me up onto the granite counter top and I let out a gasp as my warm skin touched the cool stone. He was incredibly hard and kept trying to kiss my lips.
Pushing him away, I slid off the counter. As I made my way across the room I enquired what made him want me so badly. He laughed, “There is nothing I won’t do for your ass.”
And that was all I needed to hear.
Love Me, Then Leave Me. Please.
I lay in bed breathless; my skin dewy with sweat, my fishnet thigh-high stockings torn to bits. I closed my eyes recalling each detail leading up to my current state of ecstasy.
July 26, 2010
For me it has always been very easy to separate sex and emotion. I do not believe that you need to be emotionally connected to the person you are sleeping with in order for the sex to be mind blowing.
I lay in bed breathless; my skin dewy with sweat, my fishnet thigh-high stockings torn to bits. I closed my eyes recalling each detail leading up to my current state of ecstasy. The Firefighter had his arm draped across my chest and I was secretly aching for him to remove it; I have never been one for cuddling.
His hands were strong and he had thrown me around just the way I like. It felt amazing to succumb to him; his grip tightening on my wrists, holding me down while he took me. The Firefighter wanted me to feel every inch and he took me hard so I wouldn’t forget.
Finally when I couldn’t stand it any longer he grabbed my ass and lifted me on top of him. I placed my feet on either side of his head, arched my back and moved slowly. His hands were running up and over my stockings and he teased my inner thighs with his fingertips.
I was aching to let go and when he began to tease my breasts with his tongue I couldn’t stand another minute.
The Firefighter had been just what I was looking for and as long as he was able to get over this cuddling thing, I was deeply looking forward to taking him again... very soon.