How did we meet?

So, this one someone asked the question "How did we meet" and wanted us to make up something. This was my something.

Do you remember how we met?
Do you remember the bump, the accidental touch?
Do you remember the nervous laughter?
Do you remember how our books dropped to the ground, both about the same topic, but slightly different authors?
Do you remember how the books spoke of how to tell our parents that we liked women too, that we were bi?
Do you remember our conversation, two people meeting by chance, both thinking similar thoughts?
Do you remember the way our eyes kept meeting as we sat over a lunch shared together, asking each other what we would do if our parents rejected us for coming out?
Do you remember, how our hands brushed, and our lips parted, and we leaned in for a kiss?
Do you remember the way we both blushed and giggled, before meeting again, and exchanging a sweet, soft kiss?
Do you remember going over to my house, where we talked about ourselves, our hopes, our dreams, our goals?
Do you remember how you called your parents and told them you would stay the night at my house?
Do you remember how we spent the whole night talking, then got bolder, and started daring each other?
Do you remember how those dares ended?
Do you remember the kisses?
Do you remember the touches?
Do you remember how we explored each other?
Do you remember how we held each other tight afterward?
Do you remember how we exchanged vows to never forget?
Did you forget?

I Am a Cuckoldress (Request story)

So, this is a story I wrote for someone. I told her it was her story, and she could do whatever she wanted. She posted it on EP as her story, which is fine with me, but also said that I could post it on my blog. Here is the story I wrote for her:

“But mommy, I don’t want to go to bed yet.”


“I don’t care if you want to or not. You know the rules.”


Pouting, she shuffled off to bed, occasionally turning towards me, sticking out her bottom lip.


Once she was in her bedroom, I snuck over, peeking in to make sure she was snuggled in her bed. Playing on her bed, she didn't notice me.


“Uhmm.”


She eeped once, quickly snuggled under her covers, and pulled the blanket over her head. Good enough.


I walked back to my own bedroom, noting my husband was still home.


“You need to hurry. It looks like it is going to rain, so you need to leave now.”


“I know, I know. I am almost done.”


He quickly finished getting ready, grabbed his case, and started towards the living room.


“I know he is coming over. Please try to take your time. I would love to join you two.”


I mumbled something under my breath.


“I will take that as a yes, if I finish up this meeting on time. They need to fly out tomorrow, so I shouldn’t be home too late. Please try to wait for me.”


I mumbled something non-committal, leaning over to give him a quick kiss.


With that, he was out the door, starting up the car, driving away.


I quickly called my lover on the phone.


“He just left. You are almost here, right?”


“I will be there in a couple minutes.”


I shivered in anticipation. Going back to the bedroom, I took off robe, slipping on my black lace bikini cut panties, followed by my black mesh nightie.


Ding dong.


I rushed to the door, unlocking it, throwing it open, my lover waiting there, looking me up and down, everything exposed yet covered in my see through nightie.


He stepped up to me, kissing me while his fingers flicked my nipples through the fabric.


Stepping away from him, I took his hand, pulling him towards the bedroom. Once we reached the bedroom, I started pulling off his clothes. He was eager enough to help.


Once naked, I pulled him along with me to the bed, laying down, pulling him on top of me.


My legs spread wide, welcoming him, begging him to put his gorgeous, huge penis inside my pussy. I pulled my lips apart, his head coming to rest against my entrance.


He pushed inside me, slowly at first, then faster. His penis, so big, thrust deep inside, reaching areas my husband’s penis would never be able to. It filled me, completed me.


We started slow at first, hanging off the edge of the bed, pounding, pausing before he climaxed, then pounding me again. We continued making love, 5 minutes, 10 minutes, 30 minutes. My husband’s stamina never held up, almost always coming within a short time, while my lover could go on and on as long as he wanted. Finally, he decided it was time, and thunder crashed outside the window just as he came deep inside my pussy, buried inside almost to my cervix.


With the thunder came another surprise. The bedroom door creaked open, and my daughters head poked in.


Shocked by the surprise guest, my lover sprang away from me, pulling the blanket away from me, leaving my legs spread open, pussy swollen with his cum as it leaked down. I froze instantly, a deer caught in the headlights, my mind not knowing what to do as my daughter’s eyes glued themselves to my pussy, to the sticky cream leaking out of it, down my legs.


“Mommy, the thunder scared me.” She cried, not sure what she was seeing, not sure what she was supposed to do.


Coming to my senses, I sent my lover off to the bathroom, found a robe and put it on, concealing my nudity. I took her back to her bedroom, thinking what I would say to her, tucked her in, and stayed with her until she fell asleep. My lover had already left by the time I was able to get back to the bedroom, and his cum had already dried on my leg.


The next day, I sat my daughter down and explained what she had seen last night. I explained that I loved daddy, but he did not make me happy in every way. I explained that some parts of daddy was small, and I wanted more, just like how she liked some toys more than others. They were just more fun. The man last night was my toy. He was more fun, had a much bigger toy, and played games much longer than daddy. I explained that when a big boy and girl played together, they would sometimes get too excited, and then white, sticky cream would come from them. To show her, I grabbed a soda, took her outside, shook it up, and opened it.


“See sweety? Like that. People, if they get too excited, also have cream that comes out. The cream is used to make babies. That is how you were made.”


“You mean like when I get scared, or excited, and I accidently potty myself?”


“Something like that,” I chuckled.


We discussed more, me trying to make sure she understood, but in a way that was appropriate for her age. She finally understood.


Now, my lover comes over frequently, and my daughter tells him that he better play good games that makes mommy happy.

Wait, what?

So, I guess for those of you who like to read my stories, you have noticed I have not been writing much. I think in part because I have been spending too much time on Experience Project. My account is: http://www.experienceproject.com/about/dirtymestorytime

I have written a couple things while there. One of them, I wrote a question titled, Wait, what?. I want to share it with you who are here, not just there. I will let you tell me what is happening, and if I should add more, in the comments section. The rules are, it must end with "it", and none of the words before it can be the same. Of course, I also do not want "Fuck it" as one of them. I want it to be nice and naughty, yet still seem like it can be nice too.

Lift it
Pull it
Throw it
Tug it
Show it
Touch it
Squeeze it
Thumb it
Tease it
Use it
Lick it
Kiss it
Find it
Suck it
Mash it
Please it
Poke it
Finger it
Spread it
Stick it
Thrust it
Pound it
Finish it

A quicky

Sorry, I have not been doing much writing lately. Been busy at work and wasting time on my Experience Project profile. I am easy to find if you go looking. Sometimes when I write dirty little emails to those who message me, I give them a quicky. So, I wanted to write one for my readers out there. I present, a quicky:

Do you like me in this skirt? Sometimes I forget my panties. Oops, I dropped my phone, let me bend over and pick it up.

I know you are watching me as I bend over, looking at my exposed pussy. Aren't you going to flip up my skirt? Yes, like that. Put it in. Yes. Faster. Please. More, harder, more. I love it, harder, faster. Please. Yes. Please me. Pound my wet pussy. Faster. Harder. More. Yes, please, cum for me. Please, don't stop. Pound me. Fill me. Yes. Harder. Please! Yes! Yes! O God yes! More! Fill me, please, I want more inside me. Yes! Yes! Yes! Ohhhh God yes!!!!

Was it good for you?

I Am Pregnant

It is so odd. Everyone who knows me knows the risk I have taken, and the fact that I have been on birth control for the last 6 years, and yet, I have never gotten pregnant. Maybe it is fate, maybe the birth control in Taiwan is not as good. I don't really know. All I know is, I have three tests that say yes, my breasts are sore, and I need to go to the bathroom every 10 minutes (It seems that way anyways). This is why I checked.

Not sure if this is a dream come true, or a nightmare. I have always wanted a baby, but I know me and my husband are not ready. We still need to finish college, get real jobs.

I have stopped taking the birth control for now. All I can say is, I am completely and totally shocked. Never missed a pill, never had this happen before. I am excited though.

The forever toy (Fantasy)

Sometimes I fantasize about somehow being frozen in time in some manner at my current age, and becoming an immortal plaything, never growing old, never changing, always being attractive and desired for all time. So,while this is a fantasy I would never, ever actually want done to me, it creeps into my naughty mind and gets me all horny. This fantasy involves my death (Only way I can visualize me somehow preserving my youth eternally, well, in a realistic way. I will avoid the whole vampire thing, for now. Also, please note, I have 0 desire to die, this is pure fantasy only and nothing I would ever want to happen to me or anyone in real life), so please skip if you are squeemish about that type of thing.


I met him at the bar, the one who would change my life forever. He didn't look the type. His face was innocent looking, a little plump, but not in a way you would think of as overweight. More like a baby fat type of plump. I could imagine aunts pinching his cheeks, commenting on how adorable he was.

He bought me a couple drinks, joked and told me a bit about him. His laugh was easy, the kind that gets you laughing, contagious. A simple man, an accountant. I felt comfortable around him, that was the odd part. I don't go home with strangers if they give me any odd feelings, no matter how slight it could be. Weird me out, and you can just kiss my ass goodbye.

No odd feelings, and it had been a while since I had been with anyone, so I decided I would give this sweet, innocent man a night to remember.

We went to his house, and started kissing. His breath was minty, prepared already, just in case he managed to find a willing partner. We ripped at clothes, me removing his shirt, and him returning the favor. Next came belt buckle fumbling, while his fumbling focused on my bra.

Shoes off, followed by pants unzipped, pulled down, shaken off, until we were both in our underwear. I backed up, deciding that I wanted to give some sort of show, and slowly pulled down my panties, turning in a circle as I did so he could admire me from all sides.

Kneeling in front of him, I pulled down his boxers. I was greeted by a less than enthusiastic penis, half soft still. Well, that sure was great for my confidence.

He apologized, and told me he had a fetish with cameras, he couldn't really get off well without them.

Now this was intriguing. I had always had the fantasy, being a model, having my picture taken, being in playboy, with all the guys lusting after me, being in a naughty movie, imagining every guy watching me, wishing they were there instead of the one on this side of the camera. After getting him to promise me that he would give me the card after it was done, so that he could not spread pictures of me around, I finally agreed. I could teach this innocent man and live the whole camera fantasy with no risk. This night was more interesting than I thought.

He led me down to his basement, where he had what seemed like a full studio. After getting dressed again, per his request, I started posing for him. He had me turn this way and that, snapping pictures like a pro. Bend down, hand in front of you like you are blowing a kiss. Stand sideways, face slightly offside of the camera.

Eventually, he started having me remove clothes. First, open the shirt, showing of the bra. Bend over, cleavage together. Look down, fingers slightly inside the bra as if moving downward. A little later, off came the shirt. Eventually, off came the pants. Then topless, bottomless, naked in heels, naked without heels, bend over, kneel down. On and on it went, and I was caught up in the moment.

He started giving me objects and props to pose with. It felt intoxicating, like I was in the limelight. He made me feel like a model, a celebrity, gorgeous, wonderful.

Finally, the last shot was ready, the shot that would change my life forever.

He stood me up on the step stool we had been using. Then, he brought down a noose. Look, it is just a piece of rope, no tension, not attached to anything. No worries, just a prop.

It felt odd, having this around my neck. I know it is just a prop, but it's a noose for gods sake.

He kept me posing, and at first, I ignored the thing around my neck, still caught up in my beauty queen fantasy. He even had me masturbate for him, standing there. However, it kept intruding more and more, and I noted the string attaching the noose to where ever was now tighter, holding it against my neck.

I stopped posing, asking him to remove it. Please get this off of me.

He came over, standing next to me, looking me over a little, then reached up to remove it. Suddenly, the step stool was gone, and I felt the noose close around my throat.

At first I thought it was an accident, expecting him to lift me up, to unwrap the noose from around my neck. I tried desperately to draw in breath, my throat burning and aching. My lungs felt like they would explode. I fully understood that this was his intention when I swung around, looking into his eyes, and I saw death there, wondering how I ever thought he looked sweet and innocent.

I tried to catch the rope, to pull myself up, to catch something with my feet to stand on so I could get a much needed breath. My feet kicked feebly at open air. My hands could not loosen the constricting rope. My arms were too weak to to pull myself up along the rope. Spots swam before my eyes, and my chest felt like it might burst from the need for air. I kept trying, but felt my frantic limbs become sluggish. I could feel a void sucking me down, my vision dimming. I kept trying, but finally, blackness pulled me under, let me resurface, then pulled me under again. The pain faded, and the world faded, a dull rush in my ears that went silent.

My body hung there for a few minutes while the camera kept rolling, then a few minutes more. Finally, he pulled my body down, running his hands over my still warm flesh, starting to cool. He used my body then, laying me on my stomach, then pulling up my hips until we was able to find a good position to keep my ass up in the air.

He lubed up my pussy, then pushed his penis inside. Thrust, thrust, thrust, and he was coming. After he rested, he got to work. I became an animal from a prize hunt, stuffed and ready, a once living girl, now a permanent doll (This is a fantasy. I am not sure if it is possible to do this, and honestly, I do not want to know. This is a fantasy, so don't take it too seriously.).

He used my body as a sex doll. I would sleep in bed with him, and be taken by him anytime he wanted. He washed me up, dried me, even dressed me in the sexy clothes he liked on me. Some of his strange, sick friends enjoyed coming over to use me for their pleasure. There was no making love, I was only a stuffed doll now, but there was plenty of use. Once I played host to twenty or more men in a row. They would position me, bent over a table, missionary style, orally, it didn't matter. My mouth was still useful, even if they didn't get the satisfaction of me sucking, or swallowing. They dumped load after load, not worried about me getting pregnant, not worried about disease. They were kept in strict control though, since the dead cannot heal cut skin, cannot regrow lost parts. Once, he even knifed someone who got a bit rough with me.

My owner washed me out regularly, and I think, in his own way, even loved me, as much as someone who wanted to be with a once living real girl turned into a doll could. He would carefully scrub out my pussy, showering with me. Put the shower nozzle to my pussy entrance, or remove it completely so he could put the hose inside me, washing me out.

I became a sex toy, used by hundreds, never aging. I was passed around eventually, to other owners, and admired for my beauty, my youth, and the fact that they could do anything they wanted without complaint.

Thus I remained a sex toy. I don't think anyone could count how many people pleasured themselves with me, but at least I will never grow old and wrinkly. I will always be remembered, and used, as the sexy woman I used to be.

To rape a mockingbird

So, recently, I have received requests from someone to tell them about being raped. The about me was hard enough, at least I only remember spots here and there. However, I fulfill writing requests, and it would probably be therapeutic to get it out there. I can't really write this as a story. I don't want to sit back, close my eyes, and think about the details, but I remember it vividly. So, I don't need to reach into my memories to write it. So, here is what happened the first time I was raped. I was 14.


He always picked on me, bullied me. I don't know why I was his primary target, and have to wonder, if I didn't exist, would he even be happy? Seemed to me that bullying me was the extent of his life.

I lived close enough to school that I didn't need to take the bus. Good normally, because I could just walk alone, not put up with people. This time though, it turned out, not having the safety of a bus would be worse.

He followed me home, taunting me, teasing me. The first time he had ever done this, had pushed it so far.

I got home, him calling me names, hitting my back, yelling at me. I went inside my house, so upset I went upstairs. Got my dad's hand gun. He was still in my front yard, yelling obscenities at me. I still never really understood why he would continue doing that, but I was so fed up.

I brought the gun downstairs, opened the door, told him to get the hell away from my house. Leave me alone. I guess I pushed him too far. He hit my hand, knocked the gun away, then jumped on it, picking it up, turning it towards me.

I tried to run into my house, tried to close the door behind me, lock it. He kicked it. I hadn't gotten it completely locked yet, and so with the bolt only a little in, not enough to secure it, it bounced open.

He charged me, took the gun and swung it at me. I moved purely by reflex, so I did not take the full blow, but enough. I ended up on the floor, spots swimming before my eyes, brain slow, sluggish.

He jumped on me, yelling at me, ripping at my clothes. I don't even remember what he was saying, just what he was doing.

Couple punches when I tried to stop him. Yelling at him to get out, to leave me alone. Then, no more pants. No more panties. And he was undoing his pants. Pulling his penis out. Forcing my legs open, punch to the stomach knocking the air out of me. I had so much trouble trying to breath. Then he was on top of me, pulling my legs apart. Pushing himself inside me. I hurt. Nothing to lube me, just raw, hateful sex. Not sex for pleasure, but sex for humiliation. For control. To put me in my place. It was over quick. He came, slapped me a couple more times, then did up his pants and left. I was left to cry on my living room floor.

This is the first time I have ever spoken of it, other than to admit I had been raped twice. So, I you guys know what even my family has never known. I was always ashamed. I always felt it was my fault. I went to far. I paid the price. I understand better now, but didn't then, just knew it was all my fault.

Help me make a story

While I still have a few stories, I notice that a few people seem to like reading my naughty stories, but only one person seems willing to talk to me. I love talking to people, hearing what they say, so I have decided, I will wait before releasing any more stories until this one is finished, and I will only write about what you request in the comments. So, you want a story? Tell me what the action is. Just like how I write a story, give me my first action. Remember, you can log out of blogger and leave me anonymous comments if you want, so don't be nervous if you don't want to post under your normal blog account. Lets see what story we can make together.

Slow motion love, the final polished story

So, I have the story done except polishing it up. I have created the sequences, brought them together, and tried to get rid of any major errors and redundancies. I apologize that this was late, I was too busy last Friday and I do not work on my stories over the weekend, so here is the final story form. It will not be that much different from the last one, just some minor corrections here and there so that the mistakes will not detract from the flow. So, now you know my writing methods. I would love to see you use them to send me some deliciously naughty stories.


He and I lay down in bed, I in a pink, slightly see-through nightie, black panties visible against the pink fabric, and he in grey boxer shorts, elastic band hugging his hips, holding them in place. He lifted his leg, placing it across mine, the course hair tickling my smooth, shaved skin. Lifting my own leg, I placed it over his, so that our legs were intertwined, flesh against flesh. Leaning over, his soft lips touched my cheek, puckering slightly, “mwah” sound forming as his lips sucked in air while pressed against my cheek. His hands reached over, pulling my face towards his, eyes locking together, looking into each other’s deep pools, black meeting green, swimming in a sea of white. Occasionally his eyes flickered downwards, peeking at my exposed cleavage.

His face came in close to mine, lips brushed against lips, a light touch, feather soft, then gone; another touch, almost ticklish, then gone again. His tongue flicked out, snakelike, and touched my lips before disappearing back into his mouth; out again, its pink surface running over my lips, tasting them. His lips came down on mine, solidly this time, but still light, pressed against mine. Kissing his bottom lip, I sucked it in slightly, teasing it, luxuriating in the softness of it. Our lips pressed together firmer, more ardent, passion increasing. I parted my lips slightly, inviting him to explore, to tease me with his tongue.

Our tongues slipped between each other’s lips, just past the teeth, meeting in the middle, tip to tip. His tongue probed my lips, starting outside, then entering my mouth, just slightly, tasting the inside of my lip.  My tongue slipped into his mouth, the taste of toothpaste still clinging to him, mouthwash freshly used, giving his breath a bit of a bite. Clean. Fresh. I felt his teeth against my tongue, then pushed my tongue in deeper, penetrating his mouth further.

Our tongues entwined, feeling the other. I touched the middle of his tongue tentatively with the tip of mine, stimulating his taste buds, letting him experience the taste of my mouth. I continued exploring his tongue, running it over the smooth surface, top, moving around the side, our tongues dancing together, hugging each other, wrapping around in acrobatic motions.

His tongue left my mouth, leaving it empty, wanting, lips leaving lips. Pausing at my lower lip, he sucked it gently into his mouth, teasing it playfully. His kisses traveled down, leaving my lips completely, to the labiodental crease, kissing once before continuing to move downward. He paused, kissing my chin. His tongue occasionally slipped between his lips, causing wetter kisses to dot my chin.

His mouth moved down still more, small kisses tingling on the skin, until it hit my neck. Lips puckered out, he kissed it, his tongue again slipping between his lips, blending kiss and lick together. He removed his tongue, pressing his lips firmly against my neck. The skin pulled tight, pressure building, as the flesh of my neck was sucked into his mouth. His teeth slightly grazed the skin inside his hot mouth, sending tingles through me.

Moving up my neck with soft, light kisses, he reached my earlobe. Earlobe inside his mouth, sucked on, his breath was heavy in my ear. I froze in place, electrified, unable to move, shaking ever so slightly. A slight tingle built between my legs, my pussy flushing, becoming wet. My sensitive ears, nibbled, drove me wild with lust, desire, pushing me beyond my limits.

Once I could move again, I ran my fingers down his back, clawing it, heard the gasp escape his throat as I came close to breaking his skin, a release from the tingles overwhelming me, running up and down my spine from his ear play before I could explode.

As my hands ran up and down his back, my tension building to the point of bursting, his mouth moved back to my neck, down it, then left it. My shoulders were showered with his slow, wet, small kisses.

His mouth, reaching the strap of my nightie, covered it, teeth biting down on the thin strap, tugging at it, until it hit the end of my shoulder. He pulled it, teeth only, over to the side, until at last it fell free of my shoulder, falling down my arm. His kisses made their way to the other shoulder, across my collar bone. Taking the other strap in his mouth, he again pulled it until it fell off my shoulder, down the other arm.

No longer secured by my shoulders, the nightie fell slightly, held up by our position on the bed, lying down, side by side. I could feel my nightie fall, ever so slightly, exposing more of my chest, stopped short by the top swell of my breasts, exposing the tops, just a little bit. It tantalized the senses with dangers of falling off, of fully exposing my breasts to his lust-filled eyes.

His mouth moved on, continuing its kisses, to my exposed chest, above my breasts. My hands reached up, entwining his hair, pushing him more firmly against me, as his kisses continued across my chest. I desired him to be closer, under my skin.

His hands moved up, pulling my nightie downward, slowly exposing first the top of my breasts, fabric tightening as it crept slowly down the swell. First one nipple popped free, then the second, the fabric no longer able to cover them. My nipples, now free, were exposed to his eyes. It was pulled further still, slipping down easier now that it no longer had to stretch to fit over my breasts, until the bottom curve of my breasts could be seen, where they met my rib cage, to finally bunch around my ribs, just below my breasts, their entire swell exposed to his watching eyes.

His kisses moved down from my chest, to the top of my breasts, kissing first the top of one, then the other, back and forth, while he moved his head downward. His hands moved up and outward, cupping the outside curve of my breasts, thumbs moving to cover each nipple, caressing them. His thumb left my nipple, mouth replacing it. The opposite nipple was grasped between thumb and pointer finger, pinched and pulled. Mouth leaving, his hand took its place back on my breast. Each hand squeezed a breast as he kissed my stomach.

The nightie, now in the way, was pushed up. No longer needing it, I removed his hands from my breasts, pulling it over my body. At first, it hid away my breasts, then allowing them to peek back out as it finished traveling over them. Over my head it went, my upper body now fully exposed, the fabric of the slightly see through pink nightie no longer covering his view of my bare skin. Topless, he was able to view me completely unfettered. His hands returned to my breasts, cupping fondling, playing.

Kisses continuing, they moved down to my bellybutton. His tongue poked out, between his teeth, and penetrated the slight hole in my stomach, tasting my sensitive bellybutton. Licking the edges, ringing it completely, contacting the bottom, he continued slowly, deliciously, moving, exploring, tasting. His hands moved away from my breasts, running along my sides, triggering my giggles as they tickled my sensitive sides, until they hit my waist.

Not stopping, his hands continued downward, hooking the edge of my panties, as if he did not want to break the connection with my skin. Not even for the small amount of fabric that held my panties together. Hooked, my panties followed his hands, moving downward, showing the top of my fur, then further down. My pussy lips became visible, at first only the very top, barely, then more, completely, showing the outside lips, the top, pressed together by my legs. He continued pulling them down, reaching knees, ankles, feet, then over my feet to slip free from me.

As he moved back up my body, his hands went to my knees, pushing them outward, a slight but insistent pressure, until my legs were spread before him. He then settled between my spread legs. His mouth came down on top of my pubis, licking the thin strip of fur, wet now with his saliva.

Hands moving around my waist, then slightly lower, they traveled along my outer ass cheeks, toward the center crack, until each hand firmly held a cheek. My ass was pulled up slightly, hips rotating, and his mouth moved down to my spread pussy. Lips were placed against erotic lips, exploring my labia majora with his kisses.

My legs bent, feet on the bed, knees in the air, his arms wrapped around them as his tongue probed my pussy, pushing in deeper. His arms wrapped around my legs until hands rested just above my pubis. His fingers moved downwards, coming into contact with the hood of my clit. They massaged the hood, stimulating my clit. Mouth leaving my pussy, his other hand came up, pointer and middle finger inserted inside; filling what had been emptied since his now absent tongue had been removed.

Fingers were worked inside me, pushed all the way in to the knuckles. They rubbed the inside of my vaginal canal, hitting my g-spot, located at the top of my canal, pushed towards the belly. His other fingers continued to work my clit through its hood: pussy and clit, rubbing. Moving the hood out of the way of his working fingers, they came into direct contact with my clit, pushing downward, rubbing back and forth, while his other fingers worked inside me, rubbing my g-spot, causing me to thrash as the tension built within: rubbing clit, rubbing g-spot, building, more, faster, harder, more, more. I burst, pussy tightening around his fingers, squeezing them, as waves of euphoria rolled over me in my release.

Removing his fingers from my clit and pulling his fingers out of my pussy, he moved his head back between my legs. Tongue out, he licked my pussy, getting my labia nice and wet, before working his tongue inside, running it around my labia minora, tasting my juices, until my pussy was absolutely dripping with his saliva and my salty nectar.

Now, I was thoroughly wet. He sat up, pulling my hips towards his groin, shifting his pelvis, until his penis head was placed against my pussy. My legs were pulled up, my ass now slightly above the bed, as he spread my legs. My pussy was opened wide, hungry for his waiting penis, wanting to be filled.

Rubbing the head of his penis against the outside of my pussy, head against lips, up and down, along the slit, the head was soon wet with our mixed juices, to be pushed inside my hungry pussy. A slight push in, then pulled back, lubricating more of the shaft with each slow stroke. Finally, my pussy swallowed the whole of him, our groins connected, two as one, the head deep inside me. My legs were lifted, placed over his shoulders, and then he started thrusting inside me.

Slow strokes, his penis was pulled out, until only the head remained inside me, barely, then his penis was pushed all the way pack in, my pussy completely devouring his shaft. He continued thrusting inside me, slowly, then pulled almost out, back in, the entire length of his penis rubbing against my pussy lips, slowly, deeply. Pull, push, deep inside, pull, push, mind devouring the delicious sensation of his penis against my pussy, pull, push, stimulating me the whole way, ecstasy reverberating through me, pull, push, my body feeling like an erogenous zone. His hips sped up, the long thrusts coming faster, pounding me, lewd sounds emanating from his sides slapping my thighs, breath louder, faster, deeper, panting. His penis, pounding inside me, almost to my cervix, harder, faster, deep inside, over and over, tantalizing, thrilling, fulfilling.

He paused, causing my mind to reel, to revolt with pleasure halted. His legs moved outward, spreading, until his knees poked between the gap of my arched legs, balancing himself. Lying down on top of me, he wrapped his arms around my torso, hugging me to him, holding me tightly. With me in his arms, he sat up, pulling me up with him until his ass rested on his heels. I stayed there, embraced in his arms, on top of him, his penis still inside me, spearing me. He shifted his head down, finding my nipples with his mouth, arms still holding me against him. My hips started their own gyration.

I started moving my hips up and down, feeling his penis move in and out of my pussy, then sat on his lap completely, keeping him buried deep inside. I again started moving my hips, back and forth, first towards him, then away. Need building, I shifted my hips not only back and forth, but side to side, until my hips moved in small circles, his penis shifting around inside me, stimulating the front, back, sides, my entire pussy feeling the motions of his hot penis inside me. It felt wonderful, rubbing against the top, stimulating my clit, the bottom, pressing against my perineum, the sides, pressing my lips against my thighs, pushing my mind further, wanting more, feeling wonderful. I wanted him so badly. I wanted to climax again. My breath quickened, lust overwhelming me, my hips moving faster with want, need, desire. My hips, moving quickly, frantically, lost their rhythm in my passion, sometimes shifting only back and forth, moving up and down, shifting side to side. Other times I managed to maintain my small circles, frantically riding him. Penis almost popping out, my motions lost all control, my senses driven wild. I was an animal, in heat, wanting nothing more than to ride him until I collapsed, until I was fulfilled. Sweat beaded our brows, my legs getting sore from pounding our bodies together almost to the point of breaking, when it finally hit me. I climaxed again, my pussy tightening down on his penis, squeezing him inside me, as I shook in his arms, mind empty of thought, consumed by the bliss running through my body, bliss that bordered torture.

Once finished, calming enough to regain my senses, he picked me up, laying me down beneath him. Penis still pushed in firmly, he kissed me, mouth to mouth, tongue to tongue, my cheeks, neck, breasts. My upper body was showered in kisses while his hips remained motionless, letting his penis soak in the feel of my pussy, wrapped around it, embracing it. I basked in the feel of his lips all over my hot, sweaty flesh. Then, his hips started their movement.

Slowly thrust in, deeply, then back out, in, out, again, again. His movements gathered speed, until our bodies were making lewd sounds, yet again, flesh slapping against flesh, naughty, delicious, dirty sounds. Our stomachs slapped together, side against thigh: slap, slap, faster, the tempo picking up as his hips increased speed. His tongue went motionless in my mouth, his entire being focused on his hips, their movement and rhythm. Thrusts shortening, speeding up, they became quicker, more urgent, tension building inside him. Our breath came in ragged pulls, almost panting, as he sped up still more. Finally, he pushed in, quaking slightly, pulled out, then back in, and shuddered again. His body shook one last time, hips pushing his penis as deep inside as he could go, and he jerked slightly, hot cum filling my pussy.

He lay there, hips between my thighs, penis inside me, breath coming in long, ragged pulls. We held each other tight, locked in an embrace. I could feel his penis softening inside me, pulling back slowly, until it was too soft to remain. He kissed me and played with my nipples a little as he softened, until, at last, his penis slipped out, too soft to remain. A plunger pulled: with his manhood no longer inside, my pussy, lacking its plug. His cum leaked out of me, dripping down, to the bottom of my pussy, then lower, underneath, running down my perineum, down the crack of my ass.

Getting up, he went to the restroom to wash his saliva, cum and pussy juice covered penis off in the shower. As he came back, we passed, he pulling me against him, kissing me and smiling shyly. His cum continued dripping down my leg. I went to the shower, turned it on, and waited for it to warm up as I felt his sticky cum leaking out of my pussy, dripping down me, leaving its slimy trail down my inner thigh.

I took hold of the shower, removing it from its hanger. Shifting my arm around, I aimed the spray at my ass. My other hand snaked around my leg, running along the crack, then worked its way inside. I ran my fingers up and down my ass crack, across my anus, washing out the leaked cum, fingering my anus, just a little, pushing the surface, just a little.

Bringing the shower head around again, I spread my legs, placing the nozzle against the entrance to my pussy. Squatting a little, and with the help of my fingers, I opened the entrance, feeling the warm water rush inside, cleaning out the cum. Rushing water, inside my pussy, like a giant, warm, wet cum shot, working its way inside me, flushing me out, filling me up and trickling back out. It dripped off my pussy lips, down my legs.

Once my pussy was nice and clean, I ran water over the surface, washing the outer lips, then down my legs. Washing away the excess cum that had leaked down, the slimy trails it had made while oozing down my leg.

Once I was nice and clean, I toweled off, nice fluffy towel brushing against my pussy lips, my anus, my thighs, my legs, so soft and warm. Heading back to bed, I slipped back on my panties, one foot, then the other, pulling them up the length of my shaved, smooth, soft legs, to cover my pussy and ass with the thin, soft material. Nightie in hand, I lifted my arms, slipping them between the fabric and the straps, pulling it over by breasts, letting it fall about my waist, once again covering my breasts, while leaving them slightly exposed through the see-through material. I snuggled against him; arm across his chest, caressing his side, his face, occasionally kissing his cheek. At last, I noted his deep breaths of sleep. With that, I turned over, a smile on my face, and went to sleep myself, to dream my naughty dreams.

Slow motion love, the refinement

For this step, I will try to iron out the missing details, catch any major errors, and try to eliminate any over redundant items. I still have 1 more step left, making sure the tense is proper, but this will look almost like the finished story. When I write, I always need to do a final review for tense, since, especially during the parts that most excite me, I tend to switch verb tenses, which I do not want in my final story. So, on with the story.


Me and him laid down in bed, me in a pink, slightly see through nightie, black panties visible against the pink fabric, and him in grey boxer shorts, elastic band hugging his hips, holding them in place. He lifted his leg, placing it across mine, the course hair tickling my smooth, shaved skin. Lifting my own leg, I placed it over his, so that our legs were intertwined, flesh against flesh. Leaning over, his soft lips touched my cheek, puckering slightly, mwah sound forming as his lips sucked in air while pressed against my cheek. His hands reached over, pulling my face towards his, eyes locking together, looking into each others deep pools, black meeting green, swimming in a sea of white. Occasionally his eyes flickered downwards, peeking at my exposed cleavage.

His face came in close to mine, lips brushed against lips, a light touch, feather soft, then gone. Another touch, almost ticklish, then gone again. His tongue flicked out, snakelike, and touched my lips before disappearing back into his mouth. Out again, it's pink surface running over my lips, tasting them. His lips came down on mine, solidly this time, but still light, pressed against my lips. Kissing his bottom lip, I sucked it in slightly, teasing it, luxuriating in the softness of his lip. Our lips pressed together firmer, more ardent, passion increasing. I parted my lips slightly, inviting him to explore, to tease me with his tongue.

Our tongues slipped between our lips, just past the teeth, meeting in the middle, tip to tip. His tongue probed my lips, starting outside, then entering my mouth, just slightly, tasting the inside of my lip.  My tongue slipped into his mouth, the taste of toothpaste still clinging to him, mouthwash freshly used, giving his breath a bit of a bite. Clean. Fresh. I felt his teeth against my tongue, then pushed my tongue in deeper, penetrating his mouth further.

Our tongues entwined, feeling the other. I touched the middle of his tongue tentatively with the tip of mine, stimulating his taste buds, letting him experience the taste of my mouth. I continued exploring his tongue, running it over the smooth surface, top, moving around the side, our tongues dancing together, hugging each other, wrapping around, acrobatic motions.

His tongue left my mouth, leaving it empty, wanting, lips leaving lips. Pausing at my lower lip, he sucked it gently into his mouth, teasing it playfully. His kisses traveled down, leaving my lips completely, to the labiomental crease, kissing once before continuing to move downward. He paused, kissing my chin. His tongue occasionally slipped between his lips, causing wetter kisses to dot my chin.

His mouth moved down still more, small kisses tingling on the skin, until it hit my neck. Lips puckered out, he kisses it, his tongue again slipping between his lips, blending kiss and lick together. He removed his tongue, pressing his lips firmly against my neck. The skin pulled tight, pressure building, as the flesh of my neck was pulled into his mouth. His teeth slightly grazed my skin inside his hot mouth, sending tingles through me.

Moving up my neck with soft, light kisses, he reached my earlobe. Earlobe inside his mouth, sucked on, his breath was heavy in my ear. I froze in place, electrified, unable to move, shaking ever so slightly. A slight tingle built between my legs, my pussy flushing, becoming wet. My sensitive ears, nibbled, drove me wild with lust, desire, pushing me beyond my limits.

Once I could move again, I ran my fingers down his back, clawing it, heard the gasp escape his throat as I came close to breaking his skin, a release from the tingles overwhelming me, running up and down my spine from his ear play before I could explode.

As my hands ran up and down his back, my tension building to the point of bursting, his mouth moved back to my neck, down it, then left it. My shoulders were showered with his slow, wet, small kisses.

His mouth, reaching the strap of my nightie, covered it, teeth biting down on the thin strap, tugging at it, until it hit the end of my shoulder. He pulled it, teeth only, over to the side, until at last it fell free of my shoulder, falling down my arm. His kisses made their way to the other shoulder, across my collar bone. Taking the other strap in his mouth, he again pulled it until it fell off my shoulder, down the other arm.

No longer secured by my shoulders, the nightie fell slightly, held up by our position on the bed, laying down, side by side. I could feel my nightie fall, ever so slightly, exposing more of my chest, stopped short by the top swell of my breasts, exposing the tops, just a little bit. It tantalized the senses with dangers of falling of, of fully exposing my breasts to his lust filled eyes.

His mouth moved on, continuing its kisses, to my exposed chest, above my breasts. My hands reached up, entwining his hair, pushing him more firmly against me, as his kisses continued across my chest. I desired him to be closer, under my skin.

His hands moved up, pulling my nightie downward, slowly exposing first the top of my breasts, fabric tightening as it crept slowly down the swell. First one nipple popped free, then the second, the fabric no longer able to cover them. My nipples, now free, were exposed to his eyes. It was pulled further still, slipping down easier now that it no longer had to stretch to fit over my breasts, until the bottom curve of my breasts could be seen, where they met my rib cage, to finally bunch around my ribs, just below my breasts, their entire swell exposed to his watching eyes.

His kisses moved down from my chest, to the top of my breasts, kissing first the top of one, then the other, back and forth, while he moved downward. His hands moved up and outward, cupping the outside curve of my breasts, thumbs moving to cover each nipple, caressing them. His thumb left my nipple, mouth replacing it. The opposite nipple was grasped between thumb and pointer finger, pinched and pulled. Mouth leaving, his hand took its place back on my breast. Each hand squeezed, one in each hand, as he kissed my stomach.

The nightie, now in the way, was pushed up. No longer needing it, I removed his hands from my breasts, pulling it over my body, hiding away my breasts, then allowing them to peek back out as it finished moving over them. Over my head it went, my upper body now fully exposed, the fabric of the slightly see through pink nightie no longer covering his view of my bare skin, now fully exposed to him. Topless, he was able to view me completely unfettered. His hands returned to my breasts, cupping fondling, playing.

Kisses continuing, they moved down to my bellybutton. His tongue poked out, between his teeth, and penetrated the slight hole in my stomach, tasting my sensitive bellybutton. Licking the edges, ringing it completely, then contacting the bottom. Moving, exploring, tasting. His hands moved away from my breasts, running along my sides, triggering my giggles as they tickled my sensitive sides, until they hit my waist.

Not stopping, his hands continued downward, hooking the edge of my panties, as if he did not want to break the connection with my skin. Not even for the small amount of fabric that held my panties together. Hooked, my panties followed his hands, moving downward, showing the top of my fur, then further down. My pussy lips became visible, at first only the very top, barely, then more, completely, showing the outside lips, the top, pressed together by my legs. He continued pulling them down, reaching knees, ankles, feet, then over my feet to slip free from me.

As he moved back up my body, his hands went to my knees, pushing them outward, a slight but insistent pressure, until my legs were spread before him. He then settled between my spread legs. His mouth came down on top of my pubis, licking the thin strip of fur, wet now with his saliva.

Hands moving around my waist, then slightly lower, they traveled along my outer ass cheeks, toward the center crack, until each firmly held a cheek. My ass was pulled up slightly, hips rotating, and his mouth moved down to my spread pussy. Lips were placed against erotic lips, exploring my labia majora with his kisses.

My legs bent, feet on the bed, knees in the air, his arms wrapped around them as his tongue probed my pussy, pushing in deeper. His arms wrapped around my legs until hands rested just above my pubis. His fingers moved downwards, coming into contact with the hood of my clit. They massaged the hood, stimulating my clit, massaging it. Mouth leaving my pussy, his other hand came up, pointer and middle finger inserted inside, filling what had been emptied, what had been removed, his now absent tongue.

Fingers were worked inside me, pushed all the way in to the knuckles. They rubbed the inside of my vaginal canal, hitting my g-spot, located at the top of my canal, pushed towards the belly. His other fingers continued to work my clit through its hood. Pussy and clit, rubbing. Moving the hood out of the way of his working fingers, they came into direct contact with my clit, pushing downward, rubbing back and forth, while his other fingers worked inside me, rubbing my g-spot, causing me to thrash as the tension built within me. Rubbing clit, rubbing g-spot, building, more, faster, harder, more, more. I burst, pussy tightening around his fingers, squeezing them, as waves of euphoria rolled over me in my release.

Removing his fingers from my clit and pulling his fingers out of my pussy, he moved his head back between my legs. Tongue out, he licked my pussy, getting my labia nice and wet, before working his tongue inside, running it around my labia minora, tasting my juices, until my pussy was absolutely dropping  with his saliva and my juices.

Now, thoroughly wet, he sat up, pulling my hips towards his groin, shifting his pelvis, until his penis head was placed against my pussy. My legs were pulled up, my ass now slightly above the bed, and spread my legs. My pussy was opened wide, hungry for his waiting penis, wanting to be filled.

Rubbing the head of his penis against the outside of my pussy, head against lips, up and down, along the slit, the head was soon wet with our mixed juices, to be pushed inside my hungry pussy. A slight push in, then pulled back, lubricating more of the shaft with each slow stroke. Finally, my pussy swallowed the whole of him, our groins connected, two as one, the head deep inside me. My legs were lifted, placed over his shoulders, and then he started thrusting inside me.

Slow strokes, his penis was pulled out, until only the head remained inside me, barely, then his penis was pushed all the way pack in, my pussy completely devouring his shaft. He continued thrusting inside me, slowly, then pulled almost out, back in, the entire length of his penis rubbing against my pussy lips, slowly, deeply. Pull, push, deep inside, pull, push, mind devouring the delicious sensation of his penis against my pussy, pull, push, stimulating me the whole way, extacy  reverberating through me, pull, push, my body feeling like an erogenous zone. His hips sped up, the long thrusts coming faster, pounding me, lewd sounds emanating from his sides slapping my thighs, breath louder, faster, deeper, panting. His penis, pounding inside me, almost to my cervix, harder, faster, deep inside, over and over, tantalizing, thrilling, fulfilling.

He paused, causing my mind to reel, to revolt with pleasure halted. His legs moved outward, spreading, until his knees poked between the gap of my arched legs, balancing him. Laying down on top of me, he wrapped his arms around my torso, hugging me to him, holding me tightly. With me in his arms, he sat up, pulling me up with him until his ass rested on his heels. I stayed there, embraced in his arms, on top of him, his penis still inside me, spearing me. He shifted his head down, finding my nipples with his mouth, arms still holding me against him. My hips started their own gyration.

I started moving my hips up and down, feeling his penis move in and out of my pussy, then sat on his lap completely, keeping him buried deep inside. I again started moving my hips, back and forth, first towards him, then away. Need building, I shifted my hips not only back and forth, but side to side, until my hips moved in small circles, his penis shifting around inside me, stimulating the front, back, sides, my entire pussy feeling the motions of his hot penis inside me. It felt wonderful, rubbing against the top, stimulating my clit, the bottom, pressing against my perineum, the sides, pressing my lips against my thighs, pushing my mind further, wanting more, feeling wonderful. I wanted him so badly. I wanted to climax again. My breath quickened, lust overwhelming me, my hips moving faster with want, need, desire. My his, moving quickly, frantically, lost their rhythm in my passion, sometimes shifting only back and forth, moving up and down, shifting side to side. Other times I managed to maintain my small circles, frantically riding him. Penis almost popping out, my motions lost all control, my senses driven wild. I was an animal, in heat, wanting nothing more than to ride him until I collapsed, until I was fulfilled. Sweat beaded our brows, my legs getting sore from pouding our bodies together also to the point of breaking, it finally hit me. I climaxed again, my pussy tightening down on his penis, squeezing him inside me, as I shook in his arms, mind empty of thought, consumed by the bliss running through my body, bliss that bordered torture.

Once finished, calming enough to regain my senses, he picked me up, laying me down beneath him. Penis still pushed in firmly, he kissed me, mouth to mouth, tongue to tongue, my cheeks, neck, breasts. My upper body was showered in kisses while his hips remained motionless, letting his penis soak in the feel of my pussy, wrapped around it, embracing it. I basked in the feel of his lips all over my hot, sweaty flesh. Then, his hip started their movement.

Slowly thrust in, deeply, then back out, in, out, again, again. His movements gathered speed, until our bodies were making lewd sounds yet again, flesh slapping against flesh, naughty, delicious, dirty sounds. Our stomachs slapped together, side against thigh, slap, slap, faster, the tempo picking up as his hips increased speed. His tongue went motionless in my mouth, his entire being focused on his hips, their movement and rhythm. Thrusts shortening, speeding up, they became quicker, more urgent, tension building inside him. Our breath came in ragged pulls, almost panting, as he sped up still more. Finally, he pushed in, shuddering slightly, pulled out, then back in, shuddering again. His body shuddered one last time, hips pushing his penis as deep inside as he could go, and he jerked slightly, hot cum filling my pussy.

He laid there, hips between my thighs, penis inside me, breath coming in long, ragged pulls. We held each other tight, locked in an embrace. I could feel his penis softening inside me, pulling back slowly, until it was too soft to remain. He kissed me and played with my nipples a little as he softened, until at last his penis slipped out, to soft to remain. A plunger pulled. No longer inside, my pussy was no longer plugged. His cum leaked out of me, dripping down, to the bottom, then lower, underneath, running down my perineum, down the crack of my ass.

Getting up, he went to the restroom to wash off his saliva, cum and pussy juice covered penis off in the shower. As he came back, we passed, him pulling me against him, kissing me and smiling shyly. His cum continued dripping down my leg. I went to the shower, turned it on, waited for it to warm up as I felt his sticky cum leaking out of my pussy, dripping down me, leaving its slimy trail down my inner thigh.

I took hold of the shower, removing it from its hanger. Shifting my arm around, I aimed the spray at my ass. My other hand snaked around my leg, running along the crack, then worked its way inside. I ran my fingers up and down my ass crack, across my anus, washing out the leaked cum, fingering my anus, just a little, pushing the surface, just a little.

Bringing the shower head around again, I spread my legs, placing the nozzle against the entrance to my pussy. Squatting a little, and with the help of my fingers, I opened the entrance, feeling the warm water rush inside, cleaning out the cum. Rushing water, inside my pussy, like a giant, warm, wet cum shot, working its way inside me, flushing me out, filling me up and trickling back out. It dripped off my pussy lips, down my legs.

Once my pussy was nice and clean, I ran water over the surface, washing the outer lips, then down my legs. Washing away the excess cum that has leaked down, the slimy trails it made while oozing down my leg.

Once I was nice and clean, I toweled off, nice fluffy towel brushing against my pussy lips, my anus, my thighs, my legs, so soft and warm. Heading back to bed, I slipped back on my panties, one foot, then the other, pulling them up the length of my shaved, smooth, soft legs, to cover my pussy and ass with the thin, soft material. Nightie in hand, I lifted my arms, slipping them between the fabric and the straps, pulling it over by breasts, letting it fall about my waist, once again covering my breasts, while leaving them slightly exposed through the see through material. I snuggled against him, arm across his chest, caressing his side, his face, occasionally kissing his cheek. At last, I noted his deep breaths of sleep. With that, I turned over, a smile on my face, and went to sleep myself, to dream my naughty dreams.

Slow motion love, tying it together

So, we have started step 1, laying out the main details, and step 2, starting to make the story by forming the main sequences. In this step, it will start to look more like the final story, with transitions between the different activities. Please note, this will make a basic story, but it will not be an ironed story. This is basically the rough draft of the story, so there will be some tense issue, some transitional issues, and some other issues that will need to be reviewed before mistakes and inconsistencies are identified. I will be removing the original outline from this, so it will look like a final story, but please keep in mind it will not be final quality. Some areas will be unchanged from the last step, while others will have needed transitional steps. This still has a ways to go before it is a finished story.


Laying down in bed, me in my pink, slightly see through nightie, panties black against the pink of the nightie, him in his boxer shorts, grey, elastic waistband hugging his hips, holding them in place. His leg lifts, placed across mine, course hair tickling smooth, shaved skin. Lifting my left leg, I place it over his, our legs intertwined, flesh against flesh. He leaned over, his soft lips touch my cheek, puckering slightly, mwah sound forming as his lips suck in air while pressed against my cheek. Hand reaching over, he pulls my face towards his, eyes locking with eyes, looking deeply into each other, his eyes occasionally flicking down towards my exposed cleavage.

His lips brushed mine, a light touch, feather soft, then left. Another touch, almost ticklish, before he pulled back again. His tongue flicked out, snakelike, and touched my lips before pulling back. It again came out, pink, to run over my lips, tasting them. His lips came down on mine, solidly, but so lightly, pressing against my lips. I kissed his bottom lip, sucking it slightly, teasing it, luxuriating in the softness of his lips. Our lips press together firmer, more ardent, passion increasing. I parted my lips slightly, inviting him to explore, to tease me with his tongue.

Our tongues pushed out just beyond the teeth, to meet in the middle, touching tip to tip. His tongues probed my lips, starting outside, then entering my mouth, just slightly, tasting the inside of my lip. My tongue slips into his mouth, the taste of toothpaste still clinging to him, mouthwash freshly used and still giving his breath a bit of a bite, clean, fresh. I feel his teeth against my tongue, then brush just beyond the tip of his tongue. Penetrating his mouth, oral intercourse. (May need to drop this, or figure out a better way to do it)

Our tongues start entwining, feeling each other. I touch the middle of his tongue tentatively with the tip of mine, stimulating his taste centers, so he knows what I taste like. I continue exploring his tongue with mine, running over the smooth surface, top, moving to the side, our tongues dance together, hug each other, wrapping around, acrobats in motion.

As I feel his tongue leave my mouth, his lips leaving mine, leaving my lips wanting, he pauses at my lower lip, sucking it gently into his mouth, teasing it playfully. His kisses travel down, leaving my lips completely, to the area just below my bottom lip, the labiomental crease, kissing once before continuing to move downward. He pauses, kissing my chin. His tongue occasionally slipped between his lips, wetter kisses dotting my chin.

His mouth moved down, small kisses, until it hit my neck. He started kissing my neck, lips puckered out. His tongue slips between his lips, the kiss blending together with his lick. Removing his tongue, his lips press firmly against my neck. My skin pulls tight, pressure building, as the flesh of my neck is pulled into his mouth. His teeth come down, slightly grazing the skin in his hot mouth, sending tingles through me.

He trailed his mouth up my neck, small kisses along the way, until reaching my earlobe. Taking my earlobe into his mouth, he sucks on it, nose breathing heavily in my ear. I am frozen in place, electrified, shaking ever so slightly, feeling a slight tingle between my legs, my pussy gets wet. My sensitive ears, nibbled, driving me wild with lust, desire, pushing me beyond my limits.

Once I can move again, I run my fingers down his back, clawing it slightly, hearing the gasp from him as I come close to breaking the skin, needing a release from the tingles running up and down my spine from his ear play before I explode.

As my hands run up and down his back, my tension building as if I am about to burst, his mouth moves back to my neck, down it, then leaves. He moves over to my shoulder, the same slow, wet, small kisses.

His teeth bite into the strap of my nightie, tugging at it, until it hits the end of my shoulder, and is then pulled over to fall down my arm. His kissed make their way to the other shoulder, across my collar bone. He takes the other strap with his teeth, again pulling it until it falls off my shoulder, down my arm.

nightie falls down slightly, barely being held up by body pressed to body:
No longer secured on my shoulders, my nightie slipped down slightly, only held up by our horizontal position.  I could feel my nightie falling, ever so slightly, exposing more of my chest, just the top of the swell of my breasts peeking out, tantalizing the senses with dangers of exposing my breasts, still hidden, but in danger of being exposed. (Still needs some refinement)

His mouth moved, continuing its kisses, to my exposed chest, above my breasts. My hands reached up, entwining his hair, as his kisses continued across my chest, pushing his head against me, wanting it somewhere more intimate.

His hands came up, pulling my nightie, down, exposing first the tops of my breasts, the fabric tighter as it pulled down further, over the swell of my breasts, until first one nipple, then the second popped free of the fabric, exposed now to the air, and his eyes. It was pulled down further still, showing the bottom curve of my breasts, where breasts meet rib cage (What is this area called? -Cannot find name, will skip for final version), to bunch around my ribs, below my breasts, now fully exposed to his watching eyes.

His kisses moved down from my chest, to the top of my breasts, kissing first the top of one, then the other, back and forth, downward. His hands moved up, cupping the outside curve of my breasts, thumbs moving to cover each nipple, to caress them. His thumbs left one nipple, to be replaced by his mouth. The opposite nipple was grasped between his thumb and pointer finger, pinched and pulled. His mouth left, and his hand came back up to my breast. He squeezed my breasts, one in each hand, as he kissed my stomach.

The nightie was now getting in the way, so he pushed it up. (Need to change wording, making it sexier) No longer needed, I removed his hands from my breasts, pulling my nightie up and over my head, fully exposing my upper body to him with the fabric no longer in the way of the view of my topless body, skin exposed to him completely. His hands returned to my breasts, cupping, fondling, playing.

His kisses continued, down to my bellybutton. His tongue poked out, between his teeth, and pushed into the sensitive area, licking the edges, then the bottom. Moving around, exploring it. His hands leave my breasts, running along my sides, causing me to giggle as they tickle my sensitive sides, until they hit my waist.

Traveling downward, he caught the edge of my panties, almost as if attempting to keep in touch with my skin, no broken connection, even for the small amount of fabric at the sides of my panties. My panties pulled along with his hands, moving downward, showing the top of my fur, further, my lips becoming visible, at first barely, then completely, the outside, just the topmost part showing as my legs pressed together. He continued pulling them down, knees, ankles, feet, over and off, the panties slipping free from me.

As he moved back up, his hands went to my knees, pushing them outward, a slight but insistent pressure, until my legs were spread before him, settling between my spread knees and legs. His mouth was placed against my pubis, licking my thin strip of fur, wet now with his saliva.

Hands moved under, grasping ass cheeks:
His hands moved around to my waste, slightly lower, traveling along my outer ass cheeks towards the center crack, until they firmly held both cheeks, one in each hand. Pulling my ass up slightly, hips rotating, his mouth moved down to my spread pussy. His lips continued kissing, lips against lips, exploring my labia majora with his kisses.

With my legs bent, feet on the bed, knees in the air, his arm wrapped around my leg as his tongue probed my pussy, pushing in deeper. His arms now wrapped around my leg so his hands rested just above my pubis, he moved his fingers downward, until it came into the hood of my clit, running, massaging my clit through its hood. His mouth left my pussy, his other hand coming up, pointer and middle finger inserted inside my pussy to replace his now absent tongue (the absence noted, missed, to be filled again, expand).

His fingers worked their way inside me, rubbing the top of my vaginal canal, until they hit my g-spot, located at the top, pushing towards the belly. His other fingers continued to work my clit through its hood. He continued working on my pussy and clit, moving the hood until his fingers were in direct contact with my clit, rubbing it, pushing downward and back and forth, while his other fingers worked inside me, rubbing my g-spot, causing me to to thrash as the tension built within me. Rubbing clit, rubbing g-spot, building, more, faster, more, more. I burst, pussy tightening around his fingers, squeezing them, as waves of euphoria rolled over me in my release.

Removing his finger from my clit and pulling his other fingers out of my pussy, me moved his head back between my legs. Tongue out, he licked my pussy, getting my labia majora nice and wet, then worked his tongue inside, around my labia minora, tasting my juices, until my pussy was absolutely dripping with saliva and pussy juices.

Now, thoroughly wet, he sat up, pulling my hips, shifting his pelvis, until his penis head was placed against my pussy. He pulled my legs up, my ass hanging above the bed just slightly, then spread my legs, opening my pussy wide, hungry for his waiting penis.

He rubbed the head of his penis against the outside of my pussy, against the lips, along the slit, up and down, getting the head nice and wet (Second nice and wet, throwing off flow, need to change one or other). Once his head was wet with our juices, he pushed it inside my hungry pussy. A slight push in, then pull back, lubricating more of his penis with each push, until I swallowed the hole of his shaft, our groins connected together, deep inside. He lifted my legs, putting them against his shoulders, then started pumping (thrusting?) into me.

In slow strokes, he would pull his penis out, until only the head remained buried inside me, then push all the way in, until his shaft was swallowed. He continued thrusting inside me, slowly, almost out, then push back in, the entire length of his penis rubbing against my pussy lips, slowly, deeply. (Away to show each stroke without unneeded repetition?) His hips sped up, the long thrusts happening faster, pounding me, my thighs slapping against his sides, the noise increasing in volume as his breath came deeper. His penis, pounding into me, almost to my cervix, harder, faster, deep inside.

He paused, then shifted his legs outward, until his knees poked through under my knees, giving him better balance (awkward explanation, need to refine description). He laid down on top of me, wrapping his arms around me, giving me a hug, holding me tightly against him. With me in his arms, he sat up, pulling me up with him until his ass rested on his heels. I stayed there, embraced in his arms, on top of him, his penis still inside me, spearing my pussy. He shifted his head down, finding access to my nipples, his arms still holding me against him. My hips started gyrating.

I moved my hips up and down, feeling his penis move in and out of my pussy, then sat down, keeping him deeply inside me. Then I shifted my hips back and forth, moving them first towards him, then away from him. Getting into it more, I shifted my hips not only back and forth, but side to side, until my hips moved in small circles, feeling his penis shift around, inside me, stimulating all areas (areas? Need to refine). The motions in my pussy felt wonderful, pushing me further. I wanted him so badly. I wanted to climax again. My breath quickened, and lust overwhelmed me, my hips moving faster with my want, my need, my desire. My hips moved quickly, frantically. In my passion, sometimes it was just back and forth, or I would lift my hips up and down, or side to side. Other times, I kept my circles going, so frantically. His penis almost popped out, my actions no longer controlled, my senses driven wild. I was an animal, in heat, wanting nothing more than to ride him until I collapsed, until I was fulfilled. Sweat beading our brows, my legs getting sore from pushing our bodies almost to the point of breaking, it finally hit me. I climaxed again, my pussy tightening down on his penis, shaking in his arms, my mind empty of thought, consumed only by the bliss running through my body, almost too painful (how to describe a feeling that is rapturous, yes almost borders on torture?).

Once I finished, calming enough, he picked me up, laid me down beneath him. Keeping his penis pushed in firmly, he kissed me, mouth, tongue to tongue, cheeks, neck, breasts. He showered my upper body in kisses while he remained motionless below, letting his penis soak in the feel of my pussy wrapped around it. Letting me bask in the feel of his lips all over my hot, sweaty flesh. Then, his hips started their movement.

Slow thrust in, deeply, then back out, in, out, again, again. His movements sped up, until the sound of our flesh could be heard, slapping together, making naughty noises. Our stomachs, his side against my inner thighs, slap, slap, faster, the tempo picking up. His tongue went motionless in my mouth, his entire being focused on his hips, their movements. His thrusts shortened, speeding up, becoming quicker, urgent, his tension building. Our breaths came in ragged pulls, almost panting, as he sped up more. Finally, he pushed in, shuddering slightly, pulled out, then back in, shuddering again.

thrust again a couple more times, jerk:
cums into pussy:
His body shuttered one last time, as he pushed his penis in as deeply as it would go, as he jerked slightly (to many as?), his hot cum filling the inside of my pussy.

He lay there, hips between my thighs, penis inside me, breathing heavily. We held each other tight, locked in an embrace. I could feel his penis soften up, slowly pulling back, until it was too soft to remain inside. He kissed me and played with my nipples a bit while he softened, until at last it popped out of my pussy, too soft to be able to stay inside. With his penis now gone, and my pussy no longer plugged, I felt his cum, just a little, leak out of me, dripping down, underneath my pussy, running down my perineum, until I felt it leak down the crack of my ass.

He got up, went to the restroom to wash his saliva, cum, pussy juice covered penis off with the shower. As he came back, passing me on my way to the restroom, he kissed me, smiling shyly, while his cum dripped down my leg. I went to the shower, turned it on, waited for it to warm up as I felt his sticky cum dripping down, leaving a slimy trail down my inner thigh.

I grabbed the shower, shifting my arm around until the head was pointed at my ass. (Better way to describe? Arm behind my back, aiming shower at my ass, right at top, so water was flowing directly between my cheeks) My other hand snaked around, running along the crack of my pass, then working its way inside as I ran my fingers up and down, across my anus, washing out the cum that had leaked there, paying attention to my anus, running my fingers over it, pushing slightly on the surface.

I brought the shower head around again, spreading my legs, then put the nozzle next to my pussy entrance. Spreading the entrance open, I felt the warm water rush inside my pussy, cleaning out the cum. Water rushed inside my pussy, warn, delicious, one long cum shot, working its way inside my pussy, flushing out the cum that came before, cleaning me out and filling me up, before rushing back out of the entrance, dripping past my pussy lips, down my legs, down the drain. (Still needs refined, seems a bit forced now)

Once cleaned out, I ran the water over the surface, washing the outer lips of my pussy, then focused on my legs, to wash away the excess cum that had leaked down them, and the slimy trail it has made while oozing down my leg. (Try to make more erotic, without excess?)

Nice and clean, I toweled off, then headed back to bed. Putting back on my panties and nightie, I snuggled up next to him, caressing his face, occasionally kissing his cheek, until I could feel his deep breaths of sleep. With that, I turned over, a smile on my face, and went to sleep myself, to dream my naughty dreams.

Slow motion love, starting details

So, step 2 in my process of writing is to start to take the actions and put in some description. Here, I will take each and start putting in the details. So you can see my steps, I have copied over the outline and will start putting them in sentences and descriptions. I will use the original outline, then follow with a : and put the sentences I am writing below it. Please remember, even putting these into more structured sentences is not the end. It will still be the unpolished version, lacking many details. More filler and transition will be added in the next revision, this is just the start of the polishing process.

In bed, me in nightie + panties, him in boxers:
Laying down in bed, me in my pink, slightly see through nightie, panties black against the pink of the nightie, him in his boxer shorts, grey, elastic waistband hugging his hips, holding them in place.

Him on side, put leg over mine:
His leg lifts, placed across mine, course hair tickling smooth, shaved skin.

Legs intertwine:
Lifting my left leg, I place it over his, our legs intertwined, flesh against flesh.

Kiss cheek:
Leaning over, his soft lips touch my cheek, puckering slightly, mwah sound forming as his lips suck in air while pressed against my cheek.

Put hand on opposite cheek, pull face towards me:
Hand reaching over, he pulls my face towards his, eyes locking with eyes, looking deeply into each other, his eyes occasionally flicking down towards my exposed cleavage.

Lips light touch, back, light touch:
His lips brushed mine, a light touch, feather soft, then left. Another touch, almost ticklish, before he pulled back again.

His tongue out, light lick on lips, light lick again:
His tongue flicked out, snakelike, and touched my lips before pulling back. It again came out, pink, to run over my lips, tasting them.

Press lips against, light press:
Lip to lip:
His lips came down on mine, solidly, but so lightly, pressing against my lips.

I kiss his bottom lip:
I kissed his bottom lip, sucking it slightly, teasing it, luxuriating in the softness of his lips.

Our lips press together, firmer:
Our lips press together firmer, more ardent, passion increasing.

Lips part slightly:
I parted my lips slightly, inviting him to explore, to tease me with his tongue.

Tongues touch, tip to tip:
Our tongues pushed out just beyond the teeth, to meet in the middle, touching tip to tip.

his tongue probes my lip, around the top then bottom lip:
His tongues probed my lips, starting outside, then entering my mouth, just slightly, tasting my lips just behind the area you would normally see when lips are pressed together. (Need to find a better way to put this. What are the different areas of the lips called?)

My tongue probes into his mouth, slightly:
My tongue slips into his mouth, the taste of toothpaste still clinging to him, mouthwash freshly used and still giving his breath a bit of a bite, clean, fresh. I feel his teeth against my tongue, then brush just beyond the tip of his tongue. (How is this like penetrating him? My tongue penetrates his mouth, pushing into it, hot need? Another way to describe?)

tongue licks tongue middle:
Our tongues start entwining, feeling each other. I touch the middle of his tongue tentatively with the tip of mine, stimulating his taste centers, so he knows what I taste like.

Tongue licks tongue side:
tongues twist around each other:

I continue exploring his tongue with mine, running over the smooth surface, top, moving to the side, our tongues dance together, hug each other, wrapping around, acrobats in motion.

His tongue leaves:
I feel his tongue leave my mouth, his lips leaving mine.

Sucks my lower lip into mouth:
As his lips move away from mine, he pauses at my lower lip, sucking it gently into his mouth, teasing it playfully.

lets go of lip, kisses below lip:
His kisses travel down, leaving my lips completely, to the area just below my bottom lip (What is this area called?), kissing once before continuing to move downward.

Kisses chin:
He pauses, kissing my chin. (Does he do anything else? Single kiss? Tongue appearing between lips for kiss, lick combination?)

mouth moves to neck:
His mouth hit my neck. (Anything else I can say about this? Just "It is at chin, now it is at neck?)

kisses neck:
He started kissing my neck, lips puckered out.

lick neck:
His tongue slips between his lips, the kiss blending together with his lick. (Is there a name for this?)

suck neck, what does it feel like?:
Removing his tongue, his lips press firmly against my neck. My skin pulls tight, pressure building, as the flesh of my neck is pulled into his mouth.

nibbles neck:
His teeth come down, slightly grazing the skin in his hot mouth, sending tingles through me.

mouth to ear, nibble earlobe:
heavy breath in ear:
He trailed his mouth up my neck, small kisses along the way, until reaching my earlobe. Taking my earlobe into his mouth, he sucks on it, nose breathing heavily in my ear.

can't move, electric tingles:
I am frozen in place, electrified, shaking ever so slightly. (I get wet, how to make transition? Ear nibbling drives me completely wild, almost guaranteed that if you nibble my ear, I will get horny, unless you completely and totally creep me out. How to convey the idea?)

claw his back slightly:
Once I can move again, I run my fingers down his back, clawing it slightly, hearing the gasp from him as I come close to breaking the skin, needing a release from the tingles running up and down my spine before I explode. (Maybe I can put the wetness here? Tell how much I like my ear being nibbled?)

mouth moved back to neck as I run hands up and down back:
As my hands run up and down his back, my tension building as if I am about to burst, his mouth moves back to my neck, down it, then leaves.

kiss moves to shoulder:
He moves over to my shoulder, the same slow, wet, small kisses.

Teeth bite nightie strap, pull off shoulder:
His teeth bite into the strap of my nightie, tugging at it, until it hits the end of my shoulder, and is then pulled over to fall down my arm.

moved to collar bone going across to other shoulder:
His kissed make their way to the other shoulder, across my collar bone.

bites other strap, pulls down:
He takes the other strap with his teeth, again pulling it until it falls off my shoulder, down my arm.

nightie falls down slightly, barely being held up by body pressed to body:
No longer secured on my shoulders, my nightie slipped down slightly, only held up by our horizontal position. (Is there a way to make this sexier?)

mouth moves to chest, above breasts:
His mouth moved, continuing its kisses, to my exposed chest, above my breasts.

kisses all over chest, my hands tangled in his hair:
My hands reached up, entwining his hair, as his kisses continued across my chest.

he pulls nightie, falls further, exposing breasts:
His hands came up, pulling my nightie, down, exposing first the tops of my breasts, the fabric tighter as it pulled down further, over the swell of my breasts, until first one nipple, then the second popped free of the fabric, exposed now to the air, and his eyes. It was pulled down further still, showing the bottom curve of my breasts, where breasts meet rib cage (What is this area called?), to bunch around my ribs, below my breasts, now fully exposed to his watching eyes.

Kisses move to top of breast, side to side:
His kisses moved down from my chest, to the top of my breasts, kissing first the top of one, then the other, back ad forth, downward.

Breast cupped, thumbs stroke nipples:
His hands moved up, cupping the outside curve of my breasts, thumbs moving to cover each nipple, to caress them.

Mouth moves to nipple, while other hand, fingers pinch opposite nipple:
His thumbs left one nipple, to be replaced by his mouth. The opposite nipple was grasped between his thumb and pointer finger, pinched and pulled.

Mouth moved to stomach, hands squeeze breasts:
His moth left, and his hand came back up to my breast. He squeezed my breasts, one in each hand, as he kissed my stomach.

push nighty up, I take off:
Nightie now getting in the way, he pushed it up. No longer needed, I removed his hands from my breasts, pulling my nightie up and over my head, fully exposing my upper body to him with the fabric no longer in the way of the view of my topless body, skin exposed to him completely.

licks belly button, running tongue inside:
His kisses continued, down to my bellybutton. His tongue poked out, between his teeth, and pushed into the sensitive area, licking the edges, then the bottom. Moving around, exploring it.

Hands leave breasts, moving to waist:
His hands leave my breasts (When did he put his hands back on my breasts? After I pulled off my nightie. Need to put back in when he put his hands back on me), running along my sides, causing me to giggle as they tickle my sensitive sides, until they hit my waist.

panties pulled off:
Traveling downward, he caught the edge of my panties, almost as if attempting to keep in touch with my skin, no broken connection, even for the small amount of fabric at the sides of my panties. My panties pulled along with his hands, moving downward, showing the top of my fur, further, my lips becoming visible, at first barely, then completely, the outside, just the topmost part showing as my legs pressed together. He continued pulling them down, knees, ankles, feet, over and off, the panties slipping free from me.

Knees pulled apart, mouth moved to pubis:
As he moved back up, his hands went to my knees, pushing them outward, a slight but insistent pressure, until my legs were spread before him, settling between my spread knees and legs. His mouth was placed against my pubis, licking my thin strip of fur, wet now with his saliva.

Hands moved under, grasping ass cheeks:
His hands moved around to my waste, slightly lower, traveling along my outer ass cheeks, until they firmly held both cheeks, one in each hand.

mouth moves to pussy, kissing outside lips:
Pulling my ass up slightly, hips rotating, his mouth moved down to my spread pussy. His lips continued kissing, lips against lips, exploring my labia majora with his kisses.

tongue pushes into pussy, fingers move up to top, arm around leg, rubbing above clit:
With my legs bent, feet on the bed, knees in the air, his arm wrapped around my leg as his tongue probed my pussy, pushing in deeper. His arms now wrapped around my leg so his hands rested just above my pubis, he moved his fingers downward, until it came into the hood of my clit, running, massaging my clit through its hood.

mouth moved away, other hand fingers inserted in pussy:
His mouth left my pussy, his other hand coming up, pointer and middle finger inserted inside my pussy to replace his now absent tongue.

fingers rub top of vagina, g-spot, other fingers work clit:
His fingers worked their way inside me, rubbing the top of my vaginal canal, until they hit my g-spot, located at the top, pushing towards the belly. His other fingers continued to work my clit through its hood.

Rubbed until climax, tighten up:
He continued working on my pussy and clit, moving the hood until his fingers were in direct contact with my clit, rubbing it, pushing downward and back and forth, while his other fingers worked inside me, rubbing my g-spot, causing me to to thrash as the tension built within me. Rubbing clit, rubbing g-spot, building, more, faster, more, more. I burst, pussy tightening around his fingers, squeezing them, as waves of euphoria rolled over me in my release.

tongue back down, licking pussy opening until very wet with tongue and pussy juices:
Removing his finger from my clit and pulling his other fingers out of my pussy, me moved his head back between my legs. Tongue out, he licked my pussy, getting my labia majora nice and wet, then worked his tongue inside, around my labia minora, tasting my juices, until my pussy was absolutely dripping with saliva and pussy juices.

hips moved up, penis head placed against pussy:
Now, thoroughly wet, he sat up, pulling my hips, shifting his pelvis, until his penis head was placed against my pussy.

legs pulled up, ass slightly above bed:
legs spread, opening pussy wide:
He pulled my legs up, my ass hanging above the bed just slightly, then spread my legs, opening my pussy wide, hungry for his waiting penis.

head rubbed against outside pussy lips:
He rubbed the head of his penis against the outside of my pussy, against the lips, along the slit, up and down, getting the head nice and wet.

worked inside pussy, head barely in, slight push in, pull back, push in, deeper each time until penis all the
way in pussy:
Once his head was wet with our juices, he pushed it inside my hungry pussy. A slight push in, then pull back, lubricating more of his penis with each push, until I swallowed the hole of his shaft, our groins connected together, deep inside.

legs placed over shoulders:
He lifted my legs, putting them against his shoulders, then started pumping into me.

penis pulled out until head barely in, then pushed in all the way to base of shaft:
In slow strokes, he would pull his penis out, until only the head remained buried inside me, then push all the way in, until his shaft was swallowed.

Continue slow removal until head barely in, followed by push in to base of shaft:
He continued thrusting inside me, slowly, almost out, then push back in, the entire length of his penis rubbing against my pussy lips, slowly, deeply.

Faster movements, slapping sound where his sides hit spread legs:
Pushes as far in as he can go:
His hips sped up, the long thrusts happening faster, pounding me, my thighs slapping against his sides, the noise increasing in volume as his breath came deeper. His penis, pounding into me, almost to my cervix, harder, faster, deep inside.

then moves legs to side:
He paused, then shifted his legs outward, until his knees poked through under my knees, giving him better balance.

Arms wrapped around torso, like hug:
He laid down on top of me, wrapping his arms around me, giving me a hug, holding me tightly against him.

Lifts up, his ass resting on feet, me on top:
With me in his arms, he sat up, pulling me up with him until his ass rested on his heels. I stayed there, ebraced in his arms, on top of him, his penis still inside me, spearing my pussy.

sucks nipple, I ride:
Arms still around me, holding me to him:
He shifted his head down, finding access to my nipples, his arms still holding me against him. My hips started gyrating.

Move my hips first up and down, then back and forth:
I moved my hips up and down, feeling his penis move in and out of my pussy, then sat down, keeping him deeply inside me. Then I shifted my hips back and forth, moving them first towards him, then away from him.

Start moving circles:
Getting into it more, I shifted my hips not only back and forth, but side to side, until my hips moved in small circles, feeling his penis shift around, inside me, stimulating all areas.

more frantic, moved hips back and forth faster:
The motions in my pussy felt wonderful, pushing me further. I wanted him so badly. I wanted to climax again. My breath quickened, and lust overwhelmed me, my hips moving faster with my want, my need, my desire.

soon almost pop out, riding hard, until climax:
My hips moved quickly, frantically. In my passion, sometimes it was just back and forth, or I would lift my hips up and down, or side to side. Other times, I kept my circles going, so frantically. His penis almost popped out, my actions no longer controlled, my senses driven wild. I was an animal, in heat, wanting nothing more than to ride him until I collapsed, until I was fulfilled. Sweat beading our brows, my legs getting sore from pushing our bodies almost to the point of breaking, it finally hit me. I climaxed again, my pussy tightening down on his penis, shaking in his arms, my mind empty of thought, consumed only by the bliss running through my body, almost too painful.

lays me down:
Once I finished, calming enough, he picked me up, laid me down beneath him.

kisses:
Keeping his penis pushed in firmly, he kissed me, mouth, tongue to tongue, cheeks, neck, breasts. He showered my upper body in kisses while he remained motionless below, letting his penis soak in the feel of my pussy wrapped around it. Letting me bask in the feel of his lips all over my hot, sweaty flesh.

His hips move slowly at first, picking up speed:
Then, his hips started their movement. Slow thrust in, deeply, then back out, in, out, again, again.

slap of stomach to stomach, sides to legs, movements faster:
His movements sped up, until the sound of our flesh could be heard, slapping together, making naughty noises. Our stomachs, his side against my inner thighs, slap, slap, faster, the tempo picking up.

thrusts shorten, speed up, pounding into me:
tongues motionless, breathing hard into each others mouths:
His tongue went motionless in my mouth, his entire being focused on his hips, their movements. His thrusts shortened, speeding up, becoming quicker, urgent, his tension building. Our breaths came in ragged pulls, almost panting, as he sped up more.

His body jerks slightly:
Finally, he pushed in, shuddering slightly, pulled out,t hen back in, shuddering again.

thrust again a couple more times, jerk:
cums into pussy:
His body shuttered one last time, as he pushed his penis in as deeply as it would go, as he jerked slighty, his hot cum filling the inside of my pussy.


Stops moving, holds me:
He lay there, hips between my thighs, penis inside me, breathing heavily. We held each other tight, locked in an embrace.

penis getting soft, stays in until completely soft, falls out:
plays with nipples and kisses until soft penis pops out:
I could feel his penis soften up, slowly pulling back, until it was too soft to remain inside. He kissed me and played with my nipples a bit while he softened, until at last it popped out of my pussy, to soft to be able to stay inside.

feel cum leaking out, down perineum, into ass crack:
With his penis now gone, and my pussy no longer plugged, I felt his cum, just a little, leak out of me, dripping down, underneath my pussy, running down my perineum, until I felt it leak down the crack of my ass.

He gets up, goes to shower to wash:
He got up, went to the restroom to wash his saliva, cum, pussy juice covered penis off with the shower.

comes back, kisses me:
Cum leaks down leg:
As he came back, passing me on my way to the restroom, he kissed me, smiling shyly, while his cum dripped down my leg.

I go to shower, wash:
I went to the shower, turned it on, waited for it to warm up as I felt his sticky cum dripping down, leaving a slimy trail down my inner thigh.

water first down ass crack, wash cum from there:
I grabbed the shower, shifting my arm around until the head was pointed at my ass. (Better way to describe? Arm behind my back, aiming shower at my ass, right at top, so water was flowing directly between my cheeks) My other hand snaked around, running along the crack of my pass, then working its way inside as I ran my fingers up and down, across my anus, washing out the cum that had leaked there, paying attention to my anus (Maybe a little bit too much attention. How to portray fingering my anus a little?)

Open pussy slightly, run water inside:
I brought the shower head around again, spreading my legs, then put the nozzle next to my pussy entrance. Spreading the entrance open, I felt the warm water rush inside my pussy, cleaning out the cum. (A way to make this more erotic?)

water over pussy surface, then down legs:
Once cleaned out, I ran the water over the surface, washing the outer lips of my pussy, then focused on my legs, to wash away the excess cu that had leaked down them, and the slimy trail it has made while oozing down my leg.

Go back to bed, lay down, cuddle  until he sleeps then I turn over, go to sleep:
Nice and clean, I toweled off, then headed back to bed. Putting back on my panties and nightie, I snuggled up next to him, caressing his face, occasionally kissing his cheek, until I could feel the deep breaths of sleep. With that, I turned over, a smile on my face, and went to sleep myself, to dream my naughty dreams.