I can't remember your scent anymore. I don't remember the sound of your voice and how it controlled me without any effort. I don't remember the feel of your body pressed against mine. I don't remember the electricity that ran between us. I don't remember the dark blue of your eyes.

I don't remember feeling completely lost and completely comfortable in the dept of those dark blue eyes. I don't remember the way your fingers were so confident. I don't remember the way you could make me feel like I was the only thing of value in existence. I don't remember the taste of your lips or the softness of your hair. I don't remember the way your hands touching every inch of me. I don't remember your body pressed to mine. I don't remember how you filled my mind with nothing but longing.

I don't remember riding you hard. I don't remember the way your cock rubbed inside me. I don't remember the feel of the orgasm that you so effortlessly created. I don't remember how it was better than anything I'd ever had. I don't remember that it's something I can't duplicate with toys or other men no matter how I try. I don't remember you.

I don't remember.

 
I want an incisive, inquisitive, insightful, irreverent mind. I want someone for whom philosophical discussion is foreplay. I want someone who sometimes makes me go ouch due to their wit and evil sense of humor. I want someone that I can reach out and touch randomly. I want someone I can cuddle with.

 
Your arms like tree trunks wrap around me encompassing me in the largest hug I've ever imagined. Your hair slides between my fingers as I caress your cheek. Your eyes like sunken pools of unfathomable depths stare into mine. Your lips caress my own when you lean down to kiss me. Your hands trace along my curves as if they are memorizing ever part of me. Your smell wafts me into undieing thoughts of all the times before. Your world encompasses me and I am lost within it

 
All I could think about was you pushing me down against the bed and taking me. It was all I'd been able to think about all day. Needless to say my panties were wet and I couldn't wait to get out of them. The plan was formulated in my head before I even left from work. I drove straight to your place, striped naked and crawled in the shower. It would be hours before you came home. I shaved everything except my head, spread a softly scented sensual lotion over my bare skin and crawled between the cotton sheets. I was dressed in what I knew you liked best: Nothing.

I drifted off to sleep knowing you'd come to find a voluptuous naked woman waiting for you in your bed. I love the delight in your eyes when you find me there. The way your grin widens and your eyes sparkle with mischief when you realize the mouse has come back to be played with. You wake me from my pretend sleep with a kiss that would open whole new kinky worlds to prince charming. I opened my eyes and stared into the blueness of your lust. A grin spread across my lips knowing what was coming next.

My arms were bound above my head, tied to the bed frame in knots I couldn't reach, and couldn't untie even if I could touch them. "Behave!" you command as you walk away leaving me unable to see where you are going. Anticipation courses, throbbing through me as I await your return and it's not disappointed when you return with a cold beverage that you drag down my flesh and press firmly against my lower lips.

"Squirmy tonight?" You ask bemused at my reaction to the cold. Part of me wanted to break the bonds and run from your tortuous pleasure and part of me wanted you deep inside me.

 
I wandered through the hallways, I knew there had to be a way for us to get together. The pool was deserted but so many rooms overlooked it's sensual wetness. I took the farthest back corner path I could find. Suprisingly it lead to a work out room, not suprizingly the workout room in the farthest darkest corner was empty. It twisted around from it's doorway so no one could see in and in the far corner was a mat and the bathrooms. It was perfect. Now all I had to do was lure you down here.

Ring. Ring. It sounded like a normal telephone on my end but I was certain your phone was singing some crappy pop song you'd downloaded. I briefly imagined stomping on the person who made the song.

"Hello" your strongly masculine voice answered. My insides started to melt from the sound alone. I wanted you, every solid inch of you inside me. And all from just the sound of a single word.

"Hi" I breathed back momentarily lost before I could speak again. "We're alone" I finally intoned after I could hear the question in your silence. "we could. . . ." I left the intention hanging, knowing you'd fill in the blanks.

Even tho the conversation always started with you telling me we couldn't, I somehow hoped you'd just say yes and take me without any discussion whatsoever of logistics. "We can't," you start and I roll my eyes with the inevitable disappointment. "What if we get caught? Do you want to explain what is going on or should I?"

"Shut up and just take me already!" I want to yell.

"Well there is that." I say instead. "But you see there's this really nice little spot. And you know how important it is to "exercise"." I flirt.

The conversation goes on. You telling me no, me telling you about my tiny little nighty and no panties. You telling me no, me telling you about how wet I am just thinking about you. You telling me no, me telling you about that sweet spot right here, as I moan into the phone. You telling me no, me laying down on the workout mat and running my hands up my soft freshly shaved legs.

You telling me you're going to bed and hanging up, me cursing you for the answer I knew you'd give anyway. What is it that still makes me ask? I lay there rubbing my bare legs working slowly up my inner thighs cursing you as I begin to play with myself.

"Tell me no," I rant as I reach my wetness. "I don't need you anyway." I curse as my fingers caress my clit. "uuuh, it's your loss." I sigh heavily as my breathing increases. "You couldn't, ooooh, have me, uh, anyway!"

I continue rubbing deeply against my clit while sliding another finger inside. "You're, Oh God, not worth it, OH God, anyway." I let the sexual tension and ire at being rejected rise together. "OH God, you fucking, oooooh, don't have what it takes, OOH, to give it to me, OOH GOD, anyways. " My legs twitch with the tightness, my breasts are begging to be rubbed and I can barely even curse you between sighs of pleasure. "OH GOD" I cry out as I think about your cock inside me, as I imagine you there rubbing every part of me, in and out with a frantic pace, all I can think about is you, wanting you. "OH GOD!" I cry out one more time as the orgasm washes over releasing all the pent up anger and tension.

"Heh, didn't need you." I say to myself as I start back, thinking about knocking on your door.

 
Stiff, sore, sniffly. . . I wanted nothing more than to crawl back in bed and have you wrap your arms around me. We had plans that I didn't want to cancel but I didn't want to waste by doing the same thing in a hotel room. I called and canceled, now I could feel miserable in peace and not worry about making a disaster of what should be passionate love making.

I popped open the laptop, got online and looked for places to pout my unhappiness at the situation. And just when I had reached the pinnacle of my pitty party, whining about how much I missed the hot tub and using it as a double meaning for how much I wanted you and the new sex toy you told me you bought while I was telling you I couldn't make it, I realized how silly my pouting was.

A few minutes and phone calls later I had reservations for a Jacuzzi room at a local hotel. I hastily threw on clothes, grabbed a hairbrush and toothbrush, and headed out the door. I wasn't concerned that my clothes were likely dirty or that I hadn't brushed my hair yet. I wasn't planning on wearing the clothes long and I was planning to muss up my hair.

After checking in I climbed the stairs to the second floor opened the door, looked around and placed a phone call. It was still two hours till you got off work, but I planned to be naked and wet long before you arrived. As I told you the location and phone number I unbuttoned my shirt, took of my Jewelry, and removed my pants. The tub was in a corner surrounded by mirrors, filling with hot steamy bubbles. I examined myself in the mirrors as I gingerly sat in hot water.

Everything melted in the wetness. The stress, the aches, the whole of everything else vanished as I sunk lower and lower in the tub till only the tips of my nipples floated above the water. I sat there enjoying it until my usually pale skin was a bright red and heat was coming off me as much as off the water. A towel laid out was the only thing that kept the droplets off my nakedness from soaking the bed. I watched TV and waited.

My curves turned back to a soft peach color and goose pimples began to rise. My nipples were hard with chill before I crawled back in the jacuzzi, soaking again till I was as pink as the inner folds of my lower lips.

I was out and toweled off when the call came. I threw back on the clothes and met you at the back door of the hotel. I smiled knowingly at the security camera on the way back to the room. You had brought diner and after eating in the buff we returned to the tub. Casual conversation turned erotic as I leaned back against your chest. You helped me arrange the water jet to spurt it's hardness directly at my clit. Your hands caressing my breasts and your lips whispering in my ear as I began to moan. I played with the water, letting it get me just to the edge and then backing away.

"Let it come," you whispered encouraging me to orgasm. My back arched and the jet pulsated against my clit.

"Oh God," I moaned. Your fingers twisted my nipples. Your lips caressed my neck. My mind fuzzed over and the orgasmic pleasure swept over me.

My cheeks flushed that shade of pink that only happens after a good orgasm as we partly drained the large tub and opened the sex toy that you bought. It was a bondage kit. Like Christmas morning my eyes lit up and I bit my lower lip with excitement.

"Lay there" You pointed at the center of the bed. I sprawled out, breasts pressed against the coverlet. Both wrists were bound and then connected behind my back. My chest muscles pulled back made my breast press harder against the bed. You connected my ankles too, and put a blindfold over my eyes. I held my breath in eager anticipation.

Something soft was dragging over my thighs so lightly it tickled. I thought for a moment it might be your hair but then you flicked your wrist and leather bit into my ass. It didn't particularly hurt. It was exhilarating and wetness gathered between my legs. The lashes of the little whip continued, softly dragging then suddenly lashing out, enhancing each sensation, awakening every nerve across my body.

The leather licked every part of my body, even when you put my bound hands above my head turning me over. My breasts were licked and lashed, my stomach, even my clit and labia were teased by your leather fingers. I was so turned that my juices were oozing down onto the bed.
When you tired of the whip you used your hands and lips to continue. Your tongue flicked across my nipples as your fingers dipped into my wetness one at time.

I was nearly at an orgasm when you stopped. "Pleasure me." you demanded. My lips found your cock as hard my nipples and my bound hands wrapped around your hardness unable to help. Up and down I pressed your length into my mouth. I wanted to make you feel as wonderful as I felt. My bound hands trying in vain to grasp your shaft in a way that would help. Your hands pressed against my hair pushing me down and letting up in a rhythm that pleased you.

A while later you unbound my hands and I removed the blindfold. Your pleasure was still my priority and I used all my newly retrieved resources to bring you to the boiling point. Your cock was as thick and hard as it gets and I was certain you were close to exploding your salty whiteness on me when you grasped my arms and pulled me up on top of you.

"Oh God." I breathed heavily as your rod entered. "Oh God." I moaned as you slid back and our eyes met drenching me in their depth. "Oh God!" I moaned as you rammed back inside hitting the breaking point of my ability to hold back. My nipples tingled, all the breath went out of me and pleasure like a shockwave ran up through my torso and down to my curling toes. You kept pumping creating pleasure almost excruciating in it's intensity.

 
Just your lips.

I sit across the room from you, watching you as you half slumber. I feel my heart rate increase just watching you, knowing you are there. Although I don't want to disturb you, all I can think about is your lips. The fact that they are there makes them so tempting. I want to walk over and sit beside you. I want to feel my leg against you as I lean down so slowly observing your face and your gentle breathing.

I want to kiss your lips. I want to feel their soft pucker against the silky shine of my rosy plump lips. I don't need to feel your lips part as we stay connected intertwining our tongues. Just a small kiss.

Just your lips.