Do you know when I need you?
Late at night in the silent stillness of the dark.
When my clit is aching, when I push my thighs together looking for relief.
I never achieve it, the satisfaction that I search for. In my mind, scenarios play out, always with you my darling, my love.
How I long for your touch, your masculinity encompassing every nerve of my being calls out for you. Needing you, longing for you.
It's always been you and always will be. It doesn't matter how long you make me wait, it will always be you I long for, crave and wait for.
You will always be the one I need.
Need claws it's way through my veins and some days I hardly dare to breathe. It feels like I'm slowly suffocating without you to set me free. Set me free, let me soar, come with me and explore. I need your touch, crave your taste, seek satisfaction from you. My orgasums are hauntingly bleak and although they may be often, are shallow pools of the pleasure that you could bring to me.
What would it be like to have you pressed up to my back? To jut my ass out to you, to be restrained by you. To be open, willing and so so so very wet for you. Slap my ass until I beg you, then slap my thighs apart, bend me over and tease me until my love juices are dripping down my legs for you. Fuck me hard from behind, grab my hair and pull me onto your hard dick. Growl dirty, dirty things to me while you bite my neck. And then what I'd give to drop to my knees, suck your pleasure from you and lick you clean.
Yes please sir, if you'd like, I'd really really like to be your dirty girl on the side. Call me what you like, but my passion burns bright, blinding even. Don't even doubt yourself, I insanely want you. Be my man and light me up, call me up, make a date, I promise I won't be late.
Until then darling, know that, my clit burns and aches for you. My tongue craves the taste of your cum. My fingers long to stroke down your strong flesh, to feel your muscles, your hard chest. You've got a girl out there who's absolutely yearning for you. ♡
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Fight Night – Part 2
Heads up this is an adults only 18+ short story. You can read part 1 here before you begin if you so choose: https://divinitybrownwood.home.blog/2022/06/07/fight-night/
My hand in yours you lead me out into the dark night. Over to your car you take me, drop my hand and push me against the cold hard metal frame. Your hands on my hips, holding me so tightly, possessively with your lips on my neck, whispering delicious dangerous words to me. Pushing me too far, until what little control I have left snaps and my hands come up and my fingers dig into the flesh of your skull. Holding you to me, shivering under your strong frame. Your tongue flicks out tasting my flesh and you growl at me as I push my hips forward onto you, needing to feel how hard you are for me.
“I am taking you home right now and you are mine all night,” you demand.
My eyes meet yours and I shiver again under your gaze. I pull your face down to mine and kiss you gently on your lips before I whisper back “I am yours, take me.”
You open my door and help me inside. I can see the muscles in your jaw are tight, showing me you barely have any control over your lustful needs right now. I shiver again as you close my door.
You drive holding my hand, our fingers entwined. As if you are afraid that if you break contact with me I will get away from you. Except I do not want to go anywhere other than wherever it is you take me. We end up at my house, which slightly surprises me but then I remember that it’s empty and safe in there for us to take care of these deep seeded primal needs of ours.
You come around and open the door for me, taking my hand again. Your pace is quick and deliberate as you lead me to the front door. Under the cover of the porch you push me forward in front of you, wrapping your fingers around my neck and whispering in a dangerous tone, “open the door.”
I fumble with my keys and the lock and you just hold me like this, tightly to you with your hard cock pushing into my back, your fingers on my neck. I just shiver under your touch, your other hand reaching across my hips just holding me tighter to you. I have never been so aroused before. This dangerous primal situation, with anyone else I would be terrified. With you I am liberated, free to just feel and gasp and shiver under your touch. Knowing you will never hurt me and loving the deep masculine needs you are expressing. Knowing that I am the one really in control because I allow you to express yourself fully without judgement. Just reciprocation. My gentle moans allow you to uncage yourself, steadily unravel your self control. It has always been just you and me for all eternity. No matter how many lives or situations, distance or situations, we just know we will always find each other and it will always come back to this moment.
The door swings open and you slam it behind us, locking it. You know I love your eye for the small details, how you just do little things that make my heart feel safe and able to soar. My femininity is wrapping around you in the dark room. Alone … finally … safely alone with you.
You push me over the side of the couch letting your body fall with me, catching yourself before you crush me. I whimper as your hand moves over the curve of my ass, my hips my waist just feeling me up. You move your hand away and I bite the pillow I am laying on, knowing what is coming. Your hand comes down and smacks my ass, a muffled sound of shock leaves my lips, urging you on. Rubbing where you just smacked me, it is as if your hands are whispering “did you like that … Do you want some more?”
My body shivers again under your touch before your hand crashes down onto me again and again. Your fingers pushing into my sex through my jeans as you pull my hair back forcing my teeth to let go of the pillow. Rubbing me and listening to me moan under your touch.
“Look at what you do to me woman,” you say into my neck as you pull me upright forcing your delicious hard cock into my back.
Moaning as your arm across my chest grabs a breast, your other hand coming down and rubbing my clit roughly through the fabric. Moaning again into the dark, your hot breath on my neck. You whisper to me how much you want me, dark delicious words you save only for my ears to hear. You know I love it when you talk dirty to me and tell me exactly what you are going to do to me.
“Yes please,” I whisper back to you as I turn my head to find your lips.
I love being in your arms, I feel so safe regardless of the danger in your voice. I want you to lose control and release the wonderful manly beast you hide deep inside of yourself. Perhaps you never have let him truly out before this exact moment. I want to feel you express all of your needs onto my body. I want to tangle up my soul with your soul. I want to hear all your primal sounds. I want to feel your muscles contract under my gentle touch. I want to feel every part of you. Heal those deep wounds with my kisses. Take all your pain and insecurities away with my love. Show you what it means to be appreciated and desired. Show you how a man should be treated. I want to let my love and adoration glide you back into flow. Flow with life, with the universe, and most of all with yourself. I want to see all the demons inside of yourself so I can help you release them all and let you be free again. Free to love and see yourself in the same light that I do. Although it may seem like our encounters are intrinsic human needs, the depth of the healing we are experiencing through them is so much more. More than the human body and mind and words can comprehend.
“Take me and don’t hold back,” I whisper to you as I press my ass back into you.
Growling at me you grab my neck and hold me in your fingertips, squeezing gently while my body spasms. You smack my ass again before you tear our clothes off and throw me over the side of the couch again. Over and over again you take your passion out on me until you can see my wetness dripping down my thighs. You bring your lips down and kiss over the red marks you placed all over my delicate skin and plunge two fingers deep into me finding that spot that makes me scream. Take me to the brink with your gentle lips and rough fingers plunging in and out of me. My body tenses and arches, right at the brink and you stop.
Under your power I beg you to keep going. Instead you silence me with your fingers in my mouth, making me taste my own arousal. I eagerly suck your fingers clean. I can feel your cock hard at my opening just teasing at me until I am a shivering pleading mess in your arms. But my satisfaction isn’t a priority right now.
You pick my body up off the couch like I weigh nothing at all and force me to my knees. Your hands tangle into my hair, pulling at my scalp as you shamelessly shove your cock into my mouth. All the way without a chance to even breathe. I choke on you and you hold me there for a moment enjoying the spasms, the sensation of my throat and my fingernails biting into your ass. Completely love drunk my teeth try to bite at you to get relief, a breath, anything!. Wishing I could clone you twice over to have you at all my openings filling me completely.
“You are so so good,” you tell me as you let me breathe for a moment.
I lick at your balls as I slide a hand down and try to pleasure myself. You see my hand try to disappear into me and yank me up to my toes again. Crushing your lips down onto mine as you pick me up. I am straddling you, wrapping my arms around your shoulders, my legs around your waist. I kiss you back, kiss your neck, lick at you, as you carry me into our cave and we tumble down onto the bed.
Unable to wait another moment you plunge yourself deep inside of me making me arch up and grab onto you. You pound into me relentlessly as I can only hold on and bite your shoulder. My nails scratch at you as stars erupt behind my eyes. I tense and you push harder into me, my tight muscles clench around your cock. My orgasum is so strong it nearly pushes you out. You are not to be defeated and push with more strength into me riding my orgasum into the depths of another dimension as I scream and hold onto you before I go limp into your chest. Your fingers dig into my hips, gasping for breath as we tumble down into bliss eyes locked on each other. My moans turn into gentle purrs as I wrap around your heart.
Transcending time and space we float together into a new dimension where our needs are fully met, satisfaction finally sought out and freedom reigns over our existence. Souls entwined in the bliss of union between divine feminine and divine masculine. Eyes locked, lips touching, breathing the same air, bodies sated and entwined, we rise together into the abyss of life and love for eternity. Nothing is able to break our bond.
White Grapes in Champagne Sauce
Heads up this is a 18+ erotic story straight from my imagination – proceed with caution. Expect instant sexual desire … don’t say I didn’t warn you …
In your kitchen, I am sitting up on the bench. One knee bent up, my foot on the counter. Knees open, giving you a view of my white lace lingerie underneath my layered white mini skirt. The white lace of my stocking top landing mid thigh, held up by stay ups and a matching white garter belt. Delicious delicateness and that stark white colour only emphasises my femininity. You are sitting across from me on the other side of the kitchen on a bar stool. Watching me with lust filled eyes. I love being in control of your desire, to see how far I can tease you – before you snap and come get me.
“Want a bite?” I ask as I slowly drag a white grape along my lower lip. Biting it in half and licking the juice off the other half with my tongue. Caressing the smooth flesh of the fruit.
I hold it out to you, you just stare at me and breathe out “yes.” The muscles on your forearms flex as you try to keep yourself in check.
‘Have you ever tried white grapes in champagne sauce?” I ask him, dragging my fingertips along the tops of my breasts.
‘I want to,” he answers.
His eyes follow my fingertips across the curves of the tops of my breasts. And down the mounds to my nipples. I watch him lick his lips as I gently pull on a nipple. I take another long sip of champagne out of my glass before I gracefully lower myself down off the counter. I bring the open champagne bottle and a large bunch of grapes with me. Strutting with one foot in front of the other, I walk slowly to the large dining room table. Dramatically swaying my hips, I feel your eyes on my ass as I move – grabbing at me. That’s where I want you. Completely entranced. I can feel your erection growing from here. That delicious meat … that I love putting my lips around. I pull the chair out at the head of the table, I turn and slide my ass up and onto the cold smooth surface of the dark mahogany wooden table. Gasping a little at the shock of the cold. Letting the sound echo out of my lips and reverberate around the room. I know you are watching me. I gaze across the room and up into your eyes. I look deeply into them from across the room as I place the champagne bottle down on the table beside the bunch of grapes. I take a grape off and I slide it along my thigh, pushing up my skirt as I go. Sliding it along the lace at the top of my stocking. Up the inside of the exposed skin of my thigh and along the edge of the white lace of my panties. I push my fingers underneath and I slide the grape, up and down my folds. I close my eyes and toss my head back, my hair cascading down and onto the table. My back arches as I hit my clit with the grape. A moan tumbles out of my lips, it lingers and dances through the air. It travels through your body and ends right at the end of your dick. Under a trance … you watch and are locked in place, as the scene unfolds before you. I slide the grape back down my lips and push it into my pussy. I slide my fingers out from the veil of my panties. I bring them up to my lips and lick each finger clean before I grab a handful of grapes and bring them back down. Down to my pussy and slide my panties to the side with my other hand. I push the grapes into my pussy. Each one I slide up and down my folds, and I push it onto my clit. I moan and count for you as the grapes disappear into my sweet wet cave.
“Two … three … fooouuur … ahhh … five … six …”
I grab some more, and I lean back onto the table and slide some more grapes inside of my hot, wet, needy sex
“… seven … mmmmm … eight …”
I push a finger inside and I feel all the oval cold shapes moving inside of me, stretching me open, making me so needy, so horny, so lust filled. I can’t stop myself, I moan and push another finger inside. Grapes bounce off my g-spot and I need to cum. My beautiful pussy is seeping out delicious thick white cream. I remove my fingers, bringing a grape with me. Sucking off my own cream from the grape, I put it into my mouth and bite it.
“ … mmmmmmmm … “
I moan and enjoy the taste of the sweet fruit mixed with my cream. I take the bottle of champagne into my now shaking hand and I drink. I sit up slightly to do so and I have to clamp the muscles of my pussy tight to keep the grapes inside of me.
Your mouth is hanging open. I have no idea how you have managed to stay on the other side of the room.
I take the bottle of champagne and lean back again. I pour the bubbly liquid down my flat, toned stomach and feel it sizzle and kiss the flesh of my hot needy sex. I visibly shiver and I pour a bit more, I lean back and enjoy the tingling sensation of the bubbles as they caress down my skin.
“ … mmmmmmm …” I moan into the sensation. You feel that moan right now tingle down your cock.
I bring my head up and lock eyes with you again. I put the champagne bottle down and I hook a finger into the air and motion for you to come get me.
I watch you rise and come towards me, the most delicious specimen of man. My man. Like a hunter stalking towards its prey. Yes, that is me. I smile and watch you with a naughty gleam in my devil eyes. You know that look – I am up to no good – again. As you come closer to me you can smell my feminine arousal drifting through the air. It beckons you closer.
You take a seat at the head of the table.
“My king, I thought you would like some dessert. I’ve prepared your meal for you” I breathe out to you playfully.
You sit and grab my hips in both hands and drag my ass to the edge of the table, drag me towards you. Your head is between my thighs and you look up at me. Those deep blue eyes. Those eyes of yours put me into a trance. Sparkling with hunger, desire, and testosterone.
So much … man.
Fuck I love this.
I love seeing your face between my legs with so much hunger – like you have not eaten for days. I love to bring out the deep carnal desire in you, the ancient primitive instincts.
You look at me like you are battling with the decision, the desire to gently eat your desert … or debating if you should turn me over smack my ass until i am screaming and then fuck me hard from behind – with the grapes still in me.
I hear you growl at me as you bring your mouth down and take a lick. So tenderly – oh you are playing nice, at least for now …
You lick me from my ass to my clit, up and down and around everywhere. You lick every inch of me. Then you bite my clit and I jump and a grape squeezes out of me into your mouth. Like you knew that would happen … and chew the fruit as you stare into my eyes.
You lick up the insides of my thighs now, and taste the champagne. You look up at me, watch my face, as you peel more grapes off the bunch … you push them into me one after the other. You do not stop to let my body adjust. I am being stretched open so wide, so full, so deep and all I can do is try to keep my legs open and receive.
I throw my head back and I moan, almost sobbing at the sensations. Then the sparkle of champagne runs down one thigh and then the other as you pour it over me. Your lips and mouth follow, you lick, you suck, and you bite at my flesh. Starving for me, ravenously you consume my body.
You growl at me and whisper words in between licks and bites. In a deep ravenous tone you speak to me … “Delicious, fuck you are so delcious … Like a dream girl … Fuck I want you … You make my cock ache … I am so hard for you.”
You pour more champagne down my stomach and all I can do is moan and beg you to suck my clit, “Please … please … mmmmmm …”
Your mouth comes down to my pussy and sucks out a few grapes. Your tongue delves in and feasts. I am lost in desire, on a torrent ocean of need.
… Delirious …
Our connection grows stronger, our temperatures rise. Deeper your tongue dives into me seeking out the fruit. Seeks out satisfaction for your needs. You need to hear me moan, and to feel me cum on your lips.
“I need to taste your cum now …” you tell me before your teeth capture my clit and your tongue flicks at it over and over again.
Your hands move up and hold open my thighs. You drop one hand down and shove two fingers inside of me. You search out my pleasure spot, finding it and pulsing onto it as waves and waves of pleasure soar through my body.
My moans are so loud in the room, as I breathe out at you and beg and plead at you for more, “I need more … Oh fuck more please … make me cum … again and … again.”
My sweet liquid gushes out of me and you lap it up with your tongue. Your fingers take out the last of the grapes and you hungrily eat them as eagerly as the first. Your mouth moves in and sucks my whole cunt as hard and deep as you can. Your beard rubs up and down my clit, and sends jolts of electricity through my body. It makes me jump and wither and try to get away from your touch. It is so much. So many sensations and I cum again so hard onto your face. I lay back, completely spent. But you are not done yet – your satisfaction has just begun.
You rip your shirt off over your head and wipe your face off. Then take off your pants, and kick them across the room. You flip me over on the table and pull my ass over to the edge. My legs are hanging down and my torso is laying flat against the surface. My breasts are pushed into the wood and you push down on my upper back and slightly grind my nipples harder into the plane.
You lean over into me and whisper into my ear, “Now it is my turn to play. Don’t move or I won’t stop.”
You bring a hand down and slap my ass.
The first slap takes my breath away and shocks me, the second takes me to another dimension.
Another slap and I moan and soar. I am gone from the Earth realm.
Another and my pussy creams for you again.
Another and I beg you.
Another slap and I scream.
Another slap … and then your dick slams into me. Deep … and I scream again.
You fuck me hard like this and I am just about to cum. You feel my muscles tense and you stop and slap my ass again.
“Bad girl I didn’t tell you you could cum.”
Oh fuck.
You are playing like that now. I am so far gone, I have no control and you know it. My brain is not functioning and I am on another level … Lost in the galaxy of lust for you.
Another slap and I am done.
My pussy spasms around you as you slowly stroke in and out of me. Prolonging my orgasum and you make me scratch at the table. I try to grab onto something, anything. But I cannot. I can only moan and cry out for you.
Fuck.
I do not know if I want you to stop or to keep going. I am beyond reason. Forever lost in you, in this passion. In these feelings.
Somewhere in the plane of human existence I feel you cum all over my back and slap my ass again. I am not there. I have dove deep into the blank field of the colours of my mind. Back to the spirit plane and into a new realm of time.
Where these feelings live on … where forever is now and you are mine.
Divinity Brownwood 