You pull back from me. You start talking to me, saying hot things that you know I like. You tell me how much you've missed me and how you've thought about my body. You pull the sheets down my knees, totally exposing my body to you. You describe the curve of my breasts, the crease running down the length of my abdomen, the soft, short patch of hair that I trimmed yesterday for you, how you want to kiss my pussy. I feel your weight lift from the bed. I can hear you slowly stroking your cock, it's such a sexy sound. I keep my eyes closed so that I can listen for you and imagine what you are doing, and will do next. I hear the sound of your stroking shift as you step back from the bed. You are circling the bed now, like a predator studying its prey. I can feel your eyes scanning me. I need you to touch me.
I am wide awake now. I am returning the effort now as I take your huge cock into my mouth. You push deeper and deeper into me but there is no way that I can take you all in, not at this angle. You withdraw and I run my mouth across the bottom of your shaft. You are still now while it's my turn to go to work. . You tell me that you love my body and describe how you have fantasized about my tits while we were away from each other. Your words motivate me even more. My mouth works all of you now, from the tip of your head all the way down to your balls. I feel a stirring between my legs. There is nothing and no one there, it's more of craving than anything. God, your cock is beautiful...
I feel your hand reach into my hair. You play with it for a minute as the tip of your cock rests between my parting lips. You stroke my hair gently away from my face. I'm awake now, but I keep my eyes closed, giving you permission to do what you wish, which is what I wish. Your hand moves behind my head as if to hold it steady. Here we go, I think. I feel light pressure against the back of my head as I feel the mattress give toward me and the head of your cock presses between my lips. I give ground easily as you slowly slide your head in and out of my lips, going slightly deeper each time. I feel the ring around your head pass my lips, the tip of you presses against the inside of my cheek. That's it. I'm giving you a blowjob now. But really, I'm not doing much of anything. You are controlling my mouth with your cock. You taste terrific. Your shower makes me want to take you in all the more. Oh, how I love to to take in a man who just got out of the shower and is hard for me.
You rest the head of your cock on my lips. I'm waking a bit from my haze. I feel some slight pressure on my lips. I sense a taste. It's slightly salty and warm. I know that taste. The pressure on my lips grows. They begin to part a bit under the force. Your soft flesh is gently forcing its way between my full lips. A salty stickyness reaches my tongue.
I can feel your eyes scanning my exposed body. It's like you are invading me with them, but I like it. I hear you sipping your coffee and standing over me, motionless. I hear your shorts sliding over your knees and dropping to the floor. "Here we go," I think to myself. I hear you beginning to stroke your cock as you stand at the foot of the bed. I wait to feel the foot of the bed give way to your weight and for you to climb up my body while I feel your hard body gently hover, and then brush, over me. I wait for those feelings but they don't come. The noise stops. I have no idea what is happening in the room. I lie still. The next thing I hear is the shower being turned on. "Oh, he wants to clean up before he fucks me. That's a nice thought. I guess that I can wait. It will be worth it." I drift off to sleep.
I barely wake as I feel the bed collapsing by my side . The scents of shampoo and body wash mix and invade my space. It smells terrific. But I remain drowsy. I got in so late last night. I could sleep until dinner if I was left to myself. But, in hindsight, I'm glad that you had other plans. My drift toward sleep is now interrupted by a sensation of something near my face. I'm too drowsy to bother to brush it away. It will go on it's own, I'm betting. It brushes my cheek and my nose before settling in on my lips. I can feel it barely touching them but I'm too hazy to make out what is happening.
I resist the urge to open my eyes to see what the room service guy looks like. If he catches me looking at him, I'll have to cover up. I can't be that forward. I don't want to ruin your fun. Besides, it's starting to become a little of my fun too. He sounds young. You two talk about a game that was on TV last night. I lie still. The more that time passes the more that I convince myself that you both are stalling so he can look at me. You tell him that I flew in last night, that I am exhausted. You pretend like you just noticed that my breast is exposed. You ask if it's ok. He assures you that it is. I almost chuckle at that one. You tell him about how we're only together for a day before we both have to fly out to different destinations. He asks what we are going to do.You tell him that we'll probably just stay in. He laughs and says, "I don't blame you. That's exactly what I would do." I'm smiling inside. He seems like a nice guy. I imagine him as cute, latin, maybe 20-25 years old. He stays professional and excuses himself to make more deliveries. I hear the door click as he leaves. I can smell the coffee on the tray now.
The next sensation is the feeling of the sheet slowly sliding down my body. I lie still while I feel your eyes tracing their way up and down me. It's been a long time since we were together. You've done hard things for us. I owe you to let you enjoy me any way you want. I hear you pour your coffee and can feel your presence as you stand at the foot of the bed, staring.
Wow, this site is really up and down. I've had trouble logging on again today. I'll try to stick with it a little more.
I'm still sleepy from a long night of travel. You sit on the side of the bed and play with my hair a bit as you tell me that you've ordered breakfast. Room service is closing for the morning so you needed to get the order in before I woke. I find myself drifting of to sleep as you wind your fingers through my hair. I hear a faint knock on the door and I feel you rising from the side of the bed. I'm still half asleep. I feel the soft sheet sliding down off my left breast and the cool air as it rushes over my exposed skin. Your hand brushes my stomach, so I know this is no accident. As I hear you headed to open the door my reaction is to cover up. I don't know if you will pick up the tray at the door or let room service come in. But then, I realize that whatever will happen, you have it planned. I decide in a flash to call your bluff. I stretch my hands back behind the pillow, close my eyes, and decide to let a stranger see my breast if that is what you want.
I hear the door open and a male voice that is not yours. I close my eyes tighter and try to relax. I'm torn between a strong impulse to cover up and feeling frozen like prey that senses a predator. I hear you say, "Just put it on the table." I try to remember where the table is in the room but, no matter, within seconds I hear footsteps moving across the foot of the bed and hear the tray slide on a table to my left. I hear his voice as he hands you the bill. I lie motionless, waking more now that I know another man is standing within 10 feet of me. There is no way that he doesn't see me and my exposed breast. You talk to him a bit. I can't hear what you are saying, it's a whispered conversation, but I know that you engaging him, giving him an excuse to glance at me, maybe even stare. I relax a bit and try to escape the tension and find the turn on in this moment. I know that we are going to fuck. I knew that already but now I know this is going to be a monumental fuck. I can feel it. You are planning it, setting me up for it. Is this guy going to watch? Is that what you want?Is he going to film us? Is he going to sit in a chair and jerk off to us? Are you wanting him to touch me? Dozens of questions are racing through my mind.
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Tgirlie & Ptguy: PT sent me this "tease" photo from a lost (and wild) weekend. He's teasing me so I'm going to forward that vibe to the blog. He promised me that there is more to come. I don't know what to say, folks. He controls the pic library. I'm, once again, at his mercy ;-) I hope everyone has a great weekend?
I just like it. It makes me think about what I like about guys who get naked for me. I have been around a lot of naked guys... nude beaches, photo shoots, adult resorts, the occasional strip club. I have seen my share of guy's cocks. Some guys on here will occasionally share themselves with me, which I love because they are committed to giving me something back. I think guys get too hung up about the size of their cocks, though. I'll admit that I like this pic because PT's cock looks thick to me. But, to be honest, the hottest things about a guy's cock is how he uses it...his sense of comfort and confidence with it.
I have a picture of a guy that I met on a nude beach. He was older than me and in ok, but not terrific, shape. He struck up a conversation with PT about fishing or something. He was very respectful toward me (eyes stayed up with mine) and was confident and funny. He was just a very nice, engaging, older man. We probably sat in our chairs and talked for two hours while PT was fishing. I talked to him about the little bit of modeling that I had been doing recently and he complimented me. I complimented him back telling him that he had a nice dick, which he did. It wasn't really big but it was just nice, it had a nice shape to it. I meant it. When PT came back and asked how we were doing I joked and said that we were talked about how nice "Carl's" cock is. PT deadpanned, "That's nice, Baby. Good to see that you are sexually harassing the guests again. I can't take you anywhere."
OK, I'm getting side tracked. The situation ended with the guy asking for a pic of me and PT together, which we gave, and then PT took a few pictures of me with the guy, making sure to crop out our heads. I grabbed the phone and asked if I could take a pic of "Carl's" cock, half joking. PT encouraged it and Carl said sure but he wanted to be "remembered well." So, he started stroking it a little to get it hard. PT, knowing me, said, "Oh Jesus, here we go," because I was instantly turned on. Watching this guy thrust his hips into his hand was just awesome. I just love the way a guy moves when he's getting hard.. I love the sense of power, of control that exudes from a guy getting hard. The message is along the lines of, "I'm going to get this good and ready and then, when I'm ready, I'm going to use this on you. I'm going to use it on you in all sorts of ways, but eventually, this is going into you."
That's why I like it when guys get themselves hard and masturbate for me. It's fulfilling to be an object of their passion, but the act is so..... powerful. They just seem so powerful when they are cumming.
BTW, I still have that pic. His cock is standing straight up.
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Tgirlie & Ptguy: OK, some people have been asking for a pick of me totally naked. I personally like showing pics where there is a little more left to the imagination (plus, I can hide some of my least favorite body parts that way). But, we live in a democracy, so....
I was house sitting for a friend near the beach. They have a pool. At the moment of this pic, I'm getting ready to jump in after a moonlit walk down by the beach. I took off my clothes and skinny dipped in the ocean. PT followed. He's used to being in the ocean at night so it was a little more scary for me (the opening scene of Jaws and everything). There were too many people walking the beach with flashlights for sex in the sand. That's ok. I'm about to have it in the pool ;-)