More Than a Lover

I watched her from my seat at the crowded bar. She stood on the edge of the dance floor, a beer in her hand and a smile on her face. It was slightly crooked, but full of confidence. She was surrounded by a group of pretty bois. All of them looked as though they had spent just as much time in the mirror as the more feminine girls.

My eyes were drawn to her. What was it about her? Was it her fluid movements? The slow rhythmic way she bounced her head to the beat of the music? Maybe it was her smooth brown skin. No, it was definitely the way her locks surrounded her head like a lion's mane. Wild. Free. Untamable.

Tap.Tap.Tap.

My friend, Jazz, saved me from my stalker tendencies by tapping my shoulder. "Grab your glass and let's dance. You didn't drag me out here to watch you salivate over some chick you'll never go talk to. Let's go dance." Jazz never mixed words.

We made our way to the crowded dance floor, sliding through soft female bodies along the way. I held tightly to my glass of reisling to prevent a spill. By the time we found a spot that allowed us a few inches of movement, I had lost track of my stalkee. I swallowed my disappointment along with a sip of wine and threw myself into the quick repetitive beat of the reggae music being pumped from the DJ's speakers.

I closed my eyes. I felt my hips begin to sway as though they were disconnected from the rest of my body. I leaned my head back, placing my wine glass to my lips and drained my glass. I felt someone remove the glass from my hand. I was too involved with the music to open my eyes. My hips were still moving when the DJ transitioned to another song. It was hot! I could feel the heat attacking my body. I reached down to raise the hem of my tank to above my navel, revealing a lightly muscled stomach and a belly ring.

I opened my eyes to a smiling Jazz. She was surreptitiously pointing behind me. I took the hint and executed a quick turn, never missing a step. Ms Pretty Boi herself was standing behind me with a sly smile on her face. Jazz started to laugh at my panic stricken face. The thought of this beautiful stranger watching my swaying ass left me feeling uncoordinated, clumsy and nervous. I needed another drink.

The bar was just as crowded as the dance floor. I waited patiently fanning myself with my hand to get a little relief from the heat floating through the club. A stool became empty in front of me. A shot of tequila and another reisling, I told the bartender. She returned quickly with my drinks. From somewhere behind me a $20 bill appeared magically on the bar.

"Baby, you didn't get my beer?" The pretty stranger had managed to squeeze her way to the bar to stand next to me. The bartender took the money and returned with her beer. I felt my heart beat faster. I could smell some kind of clean scent radiating from her clothes.

"When did you tell me to get you a beer?" I looked up into dark eyes framed by the thickest of eyelashes. That crooked smile again.

"I didn't? I mean to, but I got distracted by this beautiful girl gyrating in front of me on the dance floor." She was flirting with me!

"Better get back to her then. I'd hate for you to miss something."

"Only if the beautiful girl will dance with me." I almost choked on my shot. I couldn't hide the huge smile that had taken over my face. "Oooh and she's got dimples too."

She took my left hand, I grabbed my wine glass with my right and we made our way back to the dance floor. Jazz clinging one of the stranger's friends. The DJ had changed the mood in the club by playing slow music with strong beats. Sexually suggestive music flowed from every speaker in the club. All of the couples looked as though they were trying to get as close as they possibly could without getting arrested for indecent exposure.

When we found our spot, she wrapped her arms around my waist pulling my body against hers. My free hand rested on her upper arm, gripping the lean muscle of her shoulder. My other hand was started to resent the wine glass it held. In one fluid motion, I emptied the glass and once again, it magically disappeared from my hand.

I slid both of my arms around her neck and attempted to get closer as our bodies settled into a slow grind. Her thigh worked it's way between mine as our hips answered unasked questions. I could feel her hands tighten around my waist. They slid lower and rested on the tops of my hips. I could feel the pressure of her thigh rubbing against my pierced clit.

I looked up at her. Her eyes were heavy lidded, her lips slightly parted. She grabbed one of my hands and lead me in a quick spin. I stopped with my body facing away from her. She pulled me against her. Her face rubbed against my neck. I arched my back and felt her hands grip my hips. I could hear her breathing heavily.

She scratched the bare skin of my stomach lightly. I inhaled deeply. Her lips found the most sensitive part of my neck. I went to turn around, but she held me firmly in place. I reached behind me to her neck, buried my fingers in her hair and gave a tug. I turned my head to catch the expression on her face and her lips pressed a hot trail of kisses from the corner of my mouth to my ear. "Come home with me."

It wasn't a question. It was a demand. I turned around to face her, seeing desire in her dark brown eyes, I nodded my head. We took sixty seconds to tell our counterparts our plans and made it to the stranger's car. I still didn't even know her name. In the ten minutes it took to make it back to her place, nothing had changed. The electric current surrounding us still remained, growing denser every time the clock ticked.

As soon as her front door was locked behind us, she pushed me against the wall. Her hands rested on each side of my head, trapping me, as if I would try to move. She leaned towards me, her head slightly tilted. I felt her cheek slide against mine, her breath hot on my neck. Her lips connected with my shoulder, moving down to my collarbone. She moved further down, lightly nipping at the round flesh covered by my tank. She moved further down finally kneeling before me. I grabbed her by her locs, putting her face where it craved her.

She tackled the buttons of my jeans easily, kissing every bit of new skin she exposed. Slowly she undressed me until I stood before her legs spread wide, bare bottomed. She leaned forward inhaling my heady scent. She exhaled, covering me with a burst of warm air. I could feel evidence of my need spilling down my thighs.
She stood. Sightly smiling, biting her bottom lip. I grabbed a handful of her shirt and pulled her back against me. "Don't tease me."

She silenced my demands with a kiss. When my knees started to buckle, she lifted me. My legs surrounded her, my back against the wall. I heard a low moan escape from her throat. I felt her hand slide between us.
Her fingers moved against me easily. My wetness kept her fingers sliding in slow circles. I could feel my hips imitating the movement, offering her encouragement. Soft sighs caressed my ears, was that coming from me?
Without warning, she slid three fingers inside me. I felt my body tense, my muscles expand and contract. I gasped, she groaned. I felt her fingers curve, slowly moving down the path my body created for her. Her body pressed forward, increasing the sensation.

Her other hand was rubbing slightly against my nipple, I could feel it straining against the cotton of my shirt. She took the hard pebble between her fingers and pinched.As the tempo between my legs increased, so did the pressure. I felt her face against my cheek. I felt her breathing fast and loud against my hear, "You ready?"

My hips lurched forward. Her fingers twisted slightly, her finger tips softly grazing that secret elusive spot. I lost control of my body. She held me while my shaking turned into small shivers.

I looked at her face, seeing that familiar crooked smile. "Can we stop pretending to be strangers now? I really need my girlfriend..." She took my hand and lead me the bedroom we had been sharing for the last year.

She removed her clothing slowly, as each article hit the carpet, I was reminded of one of the passionate nights we had previously shared. She laid on the bed and opened her arms to me. I removed what little clothing I had left, and laid on top of her.

Her body was warm. I settled my thigh against her warmest spot, in awe of the heat and moisture assaulting my skin. Her hips rose slightly, aiming to decrease the space between us. Without thought, my hips moved to meet hers.

Her hands squeezed the fleshy part of my ass, holding me to her, increasing the friction our bodies made. I leaned down to take a chocolate tipped nipple in my mouth. I sucked lightly, until she squeezed me harder, urging me for more suction.

Her breath was coming in short gasps. I felt her hands on my head pushing it down my body. I opened my eyes and looked at her face, "Please!" She demanded.

I made a slow trail of kisses down her body. I stopped on her side to bite the round swell announcing her hips. I moved to her navel, sticking my tongue inside and sucking. Lower I went, kissing a trail to her inner thighs. I heard a slight whimper before she pulled me by my hair to the source of the wetness.

I licked her. Swallowing all of the juices that flowed around her lips. Slowly, I massaged circles around her clit, feeling it grow hard in my mouth. I sucked, maintaining a steady rhythm while lightly licking. I could feel her body tensing around me, her hips thrusting.

I turned my head slightly to the side, taking all of her in my mouth. I increased the pressure from my tongue, flicking quickly. Her legs tightened around my head, her hands held me in my position. With one hard thrust, I heard a low moan escape her lips. Her body went limp.

Was It A One Night Stand

Her tweet started simply:

 indigofire: I need some ice.

 My response: @indigofire Are you hot or is ur body hot?

indigofire: Both, I'm super freakin horny (she responds immediately)

Bingo, let's take this conversation to direct message, because I don't know if she's got a significant other floating around twitter. Although, I really don't care because I already have her attention. I couldn't help myself, something told me to inquire a little bit more. Indigo fire was a beautiful red bone that had already piqued my curiosity.

My response: Mmmm....let me ask u a question. Penetration or no? (I was doing a heat check, seeing how far I can go.)

indigofire: Don't really care for it

My response: Hmmm....how about I cool u off...wait, I don’t want to step on anyones toes, are you attached.

indigofire: nope I'm very single

My response: Cum over, I have something in store for you.

indigofire: Ok, I’m game. I'll be right there.

She enters my apartment, which is a loft with views of the San Francisco Bay. I have smooth and sexy R&B playing softly throughout. She walks over to the Windows to take in the breathtaking views. I walk up behind her and wrap my arms around her and start dancing, slowly, with her. She is beautiful, Her light, golden Brown complexion is luminous in the candlelight. She is tiny, about 5’1”, but thick and voluptuous in her thighs, asss and hips just like I like it. Her shoulder length, dark Brown hair is pulled back into a tight bun accenting her beautiful face. She’s pierced and tatted, tastefully, but definitely all femme. She’s wearing a deep red colored dress that accents the warm red undertones in her skin. Her shoes are a strappy heel with the straps crisss crossing her ankles almost up to her calves. She turns and smiles up at me as if to say, do you like? I smile back in appreciation and spin her around so her back is to me. I pull her into me, molding her body to mine. We sway slowly to the rhythm of the music. I begin running my hands up and down the contours of her body. She leans back further, sighing, and beginning to purr her like.

indigofire: Hmmm I like that...

My response: Since you are hot, let’s get you out of these clothes.

I begin to slowly peel her dress off of her shoulders, kissing the exposed flesh that I reveal. She expresses her satisfaction through murmurs of encouragement and by pushing her ass back into me. I drop her dress to the ground, kissing down her back across her waist, hips, back of her thighs and calves. She steps out of her dress and turns and looks at me. She is not wearing any undergarments, but I didnt expect any. Our discussion left no question about what this night would be about. I remain on my knees and admire her beautiful body momentarily when she attempts to kick off her 4” heels. I stop her.

My response: Keep them on.

indigofire: Why, do I have to keep them on.

My response: Don’t ask me any questions, just follow my instructions.

I say as I pull her towards me and bury my face into her pussy, inhaling the essence of her core. Her hot sex is oozing her desire causing her pussy lips to glisten and sparkle in the candle light. I move slowly up the front of her body, kissing and nipping at her flesh. I arrive at her luscious breasts to find, to my surprise and delight, that both nipples are pierced. I suck each one into my mouth, flicking and teasing the pierced nipple with my tongue.

indigofire: OMG, mmmm….

I spend a little time with her breasts and nipples before I travel back down her body. She is writhing and swaying with pleasure as i tease her body with my mouth. As I reach her center, once again, I spread her legs apart and massage her inner thighs.

indigofire: *moans* and *licks lips*

I place her right leg over my left shoulder and place my mouth on her hot sex. Her pussy is blazing hot , her sticky néctar, coating my lips and tongue. She immediately thrusts her body towards me. I hook my hands underneath her ass and steady her by placing my other hand onto her back. With little effort, thanks to her small frame, I stand up which lifts her onto my shoulders. She wraps her legs around my neck and slides her fingers into my hair.

indigofire: Oh shit. Mmmmm…

I immediately begin to devour her pretty pussy. I licked her lips first, then parted her lips and slipped my tongue deep into her pussy, sliding it in and out like a mini dick. I allowed my tongue to trace the inside of her pussy, tantalizing her body with every stroke. She moaned and writhed on my shoulders indicating her pleasure and urging me on to assist her in quenching her internal fire. As I escorted her into orgasm, i walked over to the couch. I knew that I would not be able to hold her once her orgasm kicked in and I was correct. As soon as her body started to feel the throes of the orgasm, she threw her body backwards which flung her from my shoulders and onto the couch waiting below.

indigofire: Oh my god, this feels so fucking good. What are you doing to me?

I climb onto the couch and continue my oral assault on her pussy. I grip her clit with my lips and began sucking on it which enhances her orgasm and keeps the waves of pleasure pulsating through her body. She begins to thrust so hard at my face that I have to grasp her hips to control her and prevent injury to me.

indigofire: I can’t stop cumming. Oh shit. Oh God…

I release my lips from her clit which instantly reduces the intensity of her orgasm. I continue to softly lick her pussy and kiss her thighs until her orgasm subsides. She smiles at me weakly.

indigofire: Damn, baby.

I stand, kiss her on the forehead, and retrieve her dress. I dress her slowly, admiring the sexy curve of her body. I think to myself, damn, this girl is fine. After dressing her, I kiss her softly on the lips, grasp her elbow and escort her to the door. She didn’t say a word cuz she knew what this was all about.

indigofire: LOL! Damn that was cold.

My response: It was a one night stand. Once the getting was done, there was no point in sticking around. My only question is: did you cum?

indigofire: *blushing* Yes.

My response: Are you still hot?

indigofire: *blushing harder* No.

My response: That’s what’s up. I have to run, babygirl. Don’t be a stranger on here. LOL!

indigofire: I won’t. TTYL.

My response: TTYL.

~Signs off of Twitter.~

copywrite (c) 2011 ~ follow me on twitter @a_risingphoenix

Orgasm Collector

Daydreaming about wet pussy 

in the midst of mocha colored thighs,

sounds of ecstasy as she invites me to dine,

or devour her succulent sighs

Slide my tongue inside,

deep, 

deep as I can go,

caressing her walls,

hitting her spot until I reach her soul…

I close my eyes & rejoice.

Open my eyes to chocolate mountains

with hershey kiss peaks,

 I must hike a trail created by my tongue

across her body to suckle at her teats...

Suck, massage, nibble, bite, lick, caress…

I spend equal time with each one

so the other doesn't get jealous.

Kisses her softly, nibble on bottom lip,

kisses ear,

along her neck,

grinds between hips.

The melody of her pleasure fills my ears.

Two fingers in,

checking her temperature,

she's hot & ready,

I buckle up for this adventure..

Run the tip along her lips

& watch her body rise to meet me,

she opens wide,

beckoning me inside,

I oblige sliding in balls deep.

Out & in, long firm strokes,

she dances to my rhythm,

accompanied by staccato breathing & deep bass moans...

I stroke she rides, headed 4 home

I love the sweetness of missionary,

face 2 face, chest 2 chest,

I can kiss her lips & suck on her breasts.

But sometimes... 

I just want 2 fuck.

Let's change places, 

me on the bottom, you on the top,

ride lil cow girl,

don't even think we are going to stop...

 any time soon.

Against the wall, on your knees.

Stroking that pussy, to your chorus of "please".

Ass in the air, head to the floor,

glass dick in her ass..

She's screaming for more.

Double penetration

has her speaking in tongues.

An out of body experience

as her orgasm comes..

She jumps over the cliff

into an orgasmic abyss,

floating on clouds of pure pleasure.

I pull out & wrap my lips around her clit...

Suck her off,

one last time,

don't want her orgasm to end,

I want to penetrate her mind.

Tongue swirls around & slides in.

Lips suck, I win

She blasts off once again,

muscles strain, hands clench,

she vocalizes her pleasure,

I'm satisfied

cuz I collected 5.

Just call me the orgasm collector.


Written by Phoenix Rising (@a_risingphoenix)  (c) 2011 

To You by @phoenixstar9

I feel you..
Far away.. Distant..
Doesn't matter..
I still do..
Focusing on the way your panties slide off as I kiss your lips..
we are still one..
I can  definitely feel it..
Time heals pain..
I know that you see it..
Tasting you ... remembering
Like ahhh.... this is what I was missing..
Nothing like the REAL thing..
My body has missed you...
My tongue has been yearning..
Closing my eyes.. my desire still burning..
Long Hair Don't Care...
Short Style still wild..
you still gon sweat it out...
without a doubt..
I want you...
You can feel it in every stroke I make...
every lick I take..
every time you shake..
make no mistake
I'm not talking to her.. or her.. or her..
but to you...
spent a year trying to replace you..
just being honest,,
I want it..

Occupy WallStreet (by Lolita Brigante) @lolitabrigante

I am here and so is she, not sure what she is up for tonight but that dress is saying what I want to hear. Her lips, painted red, haven't said anything more than "33rd n 7th" since we both jumped in this taxi that is suppose to take us to dinner. Traffic is telling me it'll be a while, and I don't mind, because her scent is turning me into a lioness and that doesn't happen often. I whisper in her ear, what would you do if I kissed you? She replied; try it and see! I did, we did...she kissed back, sucking her bottom lip while she ran her tongue across my top lip. She taste like everything I hoped and now my heart is beating faster and harder, I'm touching her thigh...she caressed my left nipple. Now the eye to eye contact is turning into a wordless conversation. I peek out the window to see if we are anywhere near our destination, not yet. I start rubbing her a lil higher till I can feel a panty line, her body jolts so I pause, but she is grinding my hand so I refuse to stop. I pull her toward me, we both face the window while she leans on me, with one leg on the floor and the other on the back seat. I was once paying attention to how long we had till we had to exit the taxi, but now her Wetness has my full attention. I wouldn't know if a earthquake hit right now. I'm rubbing it so soft, she starts to moan, but I keep the steady but soft motion...damn she wet, this is the part where I want to say "fuck dinner! I'm hungry now". I ask her if she needs me to stop...no answer...just moaning, and grinding...she wants me inside her. I want to be inside her....Im inside her...the moans are louder and the driver is looking nervous but wont dare look back. He wont dare ask a question...I bite down on her neck leaving Mac lip gloss in the crease of her neck, in, out, up down across her clit, then in, again...and again...and again...I feel her  body sucking on me, locking me in, I hold her open cause now she will try to deny herself the big finish, But I cant stop, not now, not with her clit getting stiffer and her insides leaking harder and her moans getting louder. This shaking is what I came for, the moans are what I live for and her climax is what makes it all worth it, worth it dammit...I love this. But we been here, was here 10 mins ago, meter running...pussy throbbing, and her, well she is smiling. I suck her love off my fingers to tease myself, for what may come later. She wobbles out the taxi, I laugh a proud laugh...and the night has just begun!

--- Lolita Brigante

Every Day Should Be Valentine's Day

Every Day Should Be Valentine's Day

Tristan walked into the all-white party with lust in her heart and a mind stuck on conquering the first young tender that piqued her interest. Tristan was a very pretty, caramel colored woman with full sexy lips; big, slightly slanted, piercing gray eyes, and shoulder length, brown locs with blonde highlights. Her beauty was disarming as Tristan was a very aggressive, very masculine stud. She stood about 5'10" tall and boasted a strong but slightly curvy physique. Tristan was a knockout and she knew it.

Upon entering the club, she met up with her homies who were also good looking in their own right. They were affectionately called The Crew and stood out from the average party goer due to their above average good looks and sense of style. The Crew was posted up in their usual spot near the dance floor adjacent to the bar where they could see their next victims enter and exit the club. As soon as Tristan posted up with a drink, in walked Valentine and her girls.

Valentine was a 5'6", mocha colored, very feminine woman. She was beautiful and very curvy with an ample swell to her breasts. She had full luscious lips and big, warm, beautiful, brown eyes that held a glint of mischief if you took a closer look. As Valentine and her girls breezed by the crew she made eye contact with Tristan. Tristan gave her a casual half smile half smirk that shot straight to Valentine's pussy causing her clit to jump and throb. Valentine stopped dead in her tracks, staring at Tristan. One of her girls saw her with her mouth ajar and snatched her arm, "Girl, that's The Crew. They break hearts.  You don't want it with them."

But it was too late, Valentine was smitten. Throughout the night she stole furtive glances at Tristan whose laser gray eyes would catch her each time and activate her pussy once again. Valentine made up her mind, she was going to meet Tristan if it was the last thing she did. After a few shots of liquid courage disguised as Patron, she made her move. Valentine walked over to Tristan to introduce herself.

"Hi, my name is Valentine," then she licked her lips and ran the finger tip of her right index finger lightly along the exposed skin of Tristan's chest above her V-neck shirt.

Tristan's sexy smirk never changed but her thought processes did. Valentine's touch was like an electric current pulsing through her body. Her body was on fire and she wanted to quench that fire in Valentine. Had she met her match?

Instead, Tristan drawled in a controlled, sexy baritone, "Baby girl, the pleasure is all mine."

Before she could think twice, Valentine stepped in close and whispered in Tristan's ear, "I want you to fuck me." She immediately turned and walked away in the direction of the bathrooms and away from the dance floor.

Tristan couldn't believe what she just heard. Her body was aflame and the source of that flame just invited her to feast on her succulent sex. For a brief second, a flash of fear coursed through her body, again, have I met my match?

Tristan's supreme confidence kicked in and the moment of fear was gone. She turned to the homies who hadn't taken notice of the interaction between Tristan and Valentine and informed them she would be right back then headed in the direction that Valentine disappeared in.

As Tristan walked past the dark stairwell to the upper level of the night club, which was closed tonight, she felt a hand grab her arm and pull her towards the curtain that blocked the stairwell. It was Valentine, standing behind the curtain, desire plastered across her face. Tristan stepped right up to her pressed her body into Valentine's then kissed her hard across the lips, forcing her tongue into Valentine's mouth. Valentine melted at the contact and her nectar immediately began to leak down her leg, but she returned Tristan's kiss with a hunger and fervor that matched her desire.

Tristan broke the kiss, grabbed Valentine's hand and ushered her up the stairs and onto the 2nd level, rooftop dance area. The dance floor here was raised and solid glass allowing you to see the dance floor below on the lower level. Tristan lifted Valentine onto the raised dance floor and began kissing her hard again. Valentine kissed Tristan back and allowed her hands to roam free along Tristan's back and into her locs.

Tristan broke the kiss and looked Valentine in the eyes as she slowly lifted Valentine's dress over her head. Tristan inhaled sharply as she viewed Valentine's stunning physique back lit by the lights from the party below. Valentine's brown skin looked like it glowed from within. Her full breasts sat high and proud above a flat, smooth stomach. Valentine was wearing no underwear so she was completely naked. Her thick juicy thighs were a luscious invitation to her beautifully manicured pussy.

Tristan released a low growl dripping in desire and began devouring Valentine's chocolate nipples. She sucked on Valentine's breasts alternately and nibbled on her nipples. Valentine moaned and arched her body towards Tristan, craving the release she knew was soon to come. Valentine's pussy was dripping wet and the scent of her essence served to fuel Tristan's primal desires. As Tristan licked and sucked her breasts, she slid two fingers into Valentine's molten core. Valentine immediately began thrusting her body against Tristan's hand. Tristan worked her fingers in and out of Valentine's pussy, twisting them as she went in and curving them and sliding them across the top wall of Valentine’s pussy as she withdrew them out, quickly discovering Valentine's g spot. Tristan's hot mouth and strong hands had Valentine about to erupt. Tristan was skilled in female pleasure and knew from feeling the contours of Valentine's pussy that she would be able to put the strap she wore to good use, but she would work her way up to that.

Valentine could not only believe that she was butt naked on the rooftop of a club, but that she was having the most amazing sex with the finest stud she had ever laid eyes on, on the rooftop of that same club. However, she didn't have time to really think about it much because Tristan was tapping her spot and hurdling her directly into orgasm. As the orgasm took hold, Valentine cried out in ecstasy at the top of her lungs. She knew that the music pumping in the club below would cover her cries so she let go with reckless abandon. Just as she thought the feeling could get no better, she felt Tristan push her back until she was laying flat then felt the most amazing sensation as Tristan's hot mouth found her female treasure.

Tristan first sucked on Valentine's pussy, drawing her lips into her mouth then releasing them slowly. Then Tristan ran her tongue from the bottom to the top of Valentine's pussy. Valentine was writhing and moaning and arching her pussy towards Tristan, inviting Tristan to take it all. Tristan teased Valentine's pussy, swirling her tongue along the length, around the vaginal canal, and lightly over her clit. She would slide her tongue all the way into Valentine's pussy, then swirl it around the outside. She continued this teasing over and over again and only varied the tempo and pressure. This was driving Valentine crazy and held her hostage at the edge of another orgasm. As she moaned and writhed, moving her head from side to side, she caught a glimpse of the dance floor below and had a fleeting thought.

I wonder if the people below can see us.

The thought was fleeting because as she thought it, Tristan changed tactics and began sucking on her clit which hurled her over the edge into an orgasmic abyss. Her upper body came off the floor and she cried out from deep in her belly. "Oh my fucking God!" She chanted over and over again as she bucked her hips and her body spasmed in orgasmic pleasure. Before she could recover, Tristan dropped her pants, grabbed Valentines ankles, raised them in the air and expertly slid her cyberskin dick deep into Valentine's hot, wet pussy. Valentine's face registered pleasurable shock as Tristan's dick filled up her pussy. Tristan began to deep stroke Valentine's pussy with long hard strokes. Once inside Valentine's pussy, Tristan brought both of Valentines legs together and placed them both over her left shoulder, where she held them with one hand. This positioned Valentine slightly on her right intensifying her pleasure and allowing Tristan to hit all of Valentine's "spots" along her sugar walls. Valentine continued to cry out as her body became one giant nerve ending. Just as she started to get used to the pleasurable fucking she was receiving, Tristan pulled out and spun her onto her knees, placing both of them onto the dance floor.

At this point Tristan realized that she could see the party goers below and they could probably see them but she was too overcome with desire to care. She settled Valentine on her knees, head down, ass up, and drove her dick back into Valentine's pussy. Tristan slammed her dick in and out of Valentine's pussy like a piece of fine machinery. Tristan's stroke was firm, long and true. She watched Valentine's pussy suck in her dick and release it back to her upon every stroke with a satisfied smacking sound. Valentine's pussy was hot, wet and inviting and Valentine was tossing it back willingly to Tristan.

As another orgasm began to build in Valentine, she started to flatten out and move her body away from the pleasurable assault. Tristan reached around Valentine's hips with one strong hand and lifted her body back up to accommodate her stroke. Valentine's body was heading into a pleasurable direction that was unfamiliar territory to her and she began to try to break free from Tristan's embrace with a wild look in her eye. Tristan held her firmly in place then reached down and turned Valentine's face so they were staring into one another's eyes, which served to reassure Valentine that she was okay.

The wild eyed look slipped away replaced by pure desire. Valentine was again walking the tightrope to orgasmic pleasure. Tristan held Valentine's gaze as she continued to drill Valentine's pussy mercilessly. Valentine's pussy slapped, smacked, and clapped in time with each stroke. Tristan slid the hand under Valentine's hips down to Valentine's clit and began squeezing it gently and rubbing it softly. It was the straw that unleashed the flood gates of Valentine's pleasure. Valentine released an earth shattering howl from deep in her belly as her orgasm ripped through her body sending electric currents and spasms from the tips of her toes to the top of her head. Her body shook and writhed violently as the giant orgasm engulfed her body.

Simultaneously, Tristan's body exploded in orgasm which caused her to lock her arms tightly around Valentine's hips. As their bodies rode their respective orgasms, they collapsed flat onto the glass dance floor, although at this point neither of them cared if they were seen. Once their bodies settled down, Tristan gently pulled out of Valentine's pussy which caused a small orgasmic aftershock to pierce through her body. She wiped her dick with a handkerchief, tucked it back into her boxers and pulled up her pants. She grabbed Valentine's dress and helped her into it. It was obvious that Valentine was feeling a little self conscious now, as she kept her head down, wrapped her arms around her body and was silent.

Tristan gently lifted Valentine's chin until Valentine raised her eyes to Tristan. Tristan gently, but passionately kissed Valentine until she unwrapped her arms from her body and visibly relaxed. Tristan grabbed Valentine's hand and escorted her off of the roof. Once down the stairs, they both entered the bathroom to freshen up. Valentine fully expected Tristan to be gone when she finished, but was pleasantly surprised to find Tristan standing outside of the bathroom waiting for her with a drink for Valentine in her hand. Valentine exhaled, took a long swallow from the drink and took Tristan's extended hand. They walked back into the party, hand in hand, and over to where The Crew was posted. Tristan introduced Valentine to her friends and they gave Tristan a hard time about being gone for so long.

Just then Valentine's friends came rushing over to her and exclaimed, "Girl where you been? You missed it. Somebody got fucked good on the roof. We watched the whole thing but couldn't make out who it was. I'm sure they gone by now. Did you see it?"

Valentine turned to Tristan with a stricken look on her face. Tristan just flashed her heart melting smile and introduced herself to Valentine's friends, then introduced them to The Crew.  The Crew captured the girls attention and removed it from the sexual liaison that they had witnessed. As both groups mingled and got to know each other, Tristan pulled Valentine into her arms and kissed her softly on the forehead, then whispered in Valentine's ear,

"My name is Tristan Veracruz. Would u like to go on a date with me?"

Valentine blushed hard and with a smile so big it threatened to break her face, she nodded yes and rested her head against Tristan's chest with a sigh of relief.

Written by Phoenix Rising (@a_risingphoenix)  (c) 2010

Insatiable...

its dark...
and my eyes are drawn...
to the flicker of a candle...
the wine has taken away my inhibitions...
and my hands begin to wander where i wish yours would...
my swollen clit pulses as my fingers slip over and around it...
every inch of me is drunk with the idea of you...
of your hands...
finding all my spots...
having their way...
my back arches impulsively...
at the thought of your weight on me...
your body heavy on mine...
i’m aching…
my pussy is crying…
each drip...
drop...
is my pussy...
mourning your absence...
come to me...
watch me...
devour myself at the thought of you...
then take me...
and use me...
feet…
legs…
pussy…
stomach…
breast…
arms…
hands…
mouth…
hair…
pull...
and probe…
lick...
and suck…
finger…
and fuck…
as you wish…
i know you know…
that im not afraid to beg...
to say your name…
just the way you like…
to make all the sounds…
that make you bite your lip...
and become vulgar...
to say the things that...
will cause you to thrust your tongue...
into my mouth...
angrily...
and kiss me...
as we grab at each other...
pushing our bodies closer...
pumping harder...
whimpering louder…
damn…
i just want you so bad...
im exhausted…
so tired of waiting…
no toy…
no touch that is my own…
can satisfy...
the insatiable...
desire...
i have for you.

Display.... @QCB

It's Friday, and I see it as just another day in the week, but I definitely need a break. I headed down to the Salon to get my hair, nails, & feet done; I figured maybe that would take my mind off of things. Even though I looked like a major train wreck in the face of my emotions, I was dancing like a kid fresh out of school for the summer on the inside; I knew I was getting ready to go on a date with a good friend of mine.

We've been friends for quite some time now, and we never really talked about the idea of us being more, but I've always felt like there was something more there. I didn't know if she was just waiting on me to make a move, or if she just wasn't interested, but today I want to test the waters and find out for myself. My phone alerted me that I had a new text, and of course it's from my friend saying that she'll be on her way to get me in 3 hrs. My heart could have jumped out of my chest, I was so excited. We had so many things to catch up on, so much to talk about, and I simply couldn't wait to see her. After I finish getting everything done, I head back to my apartment to find the perfect outfit, so I could take a shower and proceed getting ready. Her favorite colors are red & black, and so are mine, so I found the perfect little red & black number; A red middle-sleeve button down, with a charcoal-gray pencil skirt & my black 6' peep-toe Louboutins. I grew anxious as the time started to wind down. I kept questioning myself, "Is this outfit ok? I wonder what would she think when she sees me in this?", and then the doorbell rang. I guess I can't worry about a wardrobe change anymore, cause she's here now huh? I don't know why I was freaking out so bad, maybe I really do care about her as more than a friend, but what am I so afraid of? I opened the door with the biggest smile on my face, greeted her, then gave her the biggest hug. "Damn, what's that all about?", she asked. "What ever so do you mean? I'm just happy to see my friend, that's all", I said. She asked me was I ready to leave, "of course" I said; I couldn't WAIT to get my date started with her.

After I hugged her, I couldn't get the smell of her off of my mind. Her fragrance was almost euphoric, and it was making me crave her something serious. While she was driving us to the museum, I closed my eyes while relaxing in the passenger seat; This ride was very different than the others. How could her smell haunt me like this, while I'm riding with her in the same car? It's like I was wanting something to be right in my face, as if it were never there. I found myself thinking, hoping, wishing I could do any & everything possible with her. I wanted to play out her wildest dreams, relive and reinvent forgotten fantasies & make them our own. I wanted to be everything she wanted her wildest love to be, and more. I wanted to touch her, in ways she'd never imagine being touched. I wanted to kiss her lips, and make her feel things she'd never imagine feeling; I wanted the excitement, rushing from my lips, to make her drip. Is it normal to want all of that for my friend, but with me included? After I snapped back into reality for a minute, I saw her eyes on me as we were parked at the museum. "What?", I said. "You were totally in another world the entire drive here, what's up girl?", she asked. "Nothing.. are you ready to go in?", I asked. "Of course", she said. She got out, came over to my side, and opened my door. As I stepped foot outside of the car, I sized her up from head to toe. She looked good, she smelled delicious, her personality is everything I want in a woman, we're different..yet the same; I'm afraid of ruining our friendship, because I treasure it so much, but I have to see if there's more between us; I'd be a fool not to.

We lock our arms, share a laugh talking about old times, and walk into the art museum. As we walked through, we both subconsciously started holding hands. Laughing and having a good time, she pulled my hand towards her mouth so she could give it a kiss; She was always so polite, and I always loved that about her. After she kissed my hand, we caught ourselves staring into each other eyes, longer than a minute. I immediately blushed, and turned my head. "You're so cute when you do that, you know it?", she said. "What are you talking about?", I asked. "Every time I look at you, you smile then turn your head. Are you afraid to look me in my eyes?", she asked. "You make me nervous. You have no idea how I feel about you", I said. "Then stop being so secretive, and tell me how you feel about me", she said. I told her everything I imagined about us, everything I hoped for, and everything I wanted us to be; Even the things I was thinking about her on the way to the museum. She placed her fingers on my chin, and turned my face toward hers, then she kissed me. "You have no idea how long I've waited to do this", she said. I kissed her even deeper, "But, would you feel out of place if I told you .. right now.. I wanted more?", I asked. She asked, "What do you have in mind baby?". I kissed her again, grabbed her hand, and guided her. I kept walking until I found an empty display bar, in an area with light-to-no traffic. I sat her down, kissed her, then turned around so I could pull my panties off & hand them to her. "Damn, like that?", she said. "Yea, exactly like that", I said after biting my lip. I unbuttoned my top, and hiked my skirt up a little, and climbed on top of her. "Is this everything you wanted?", I asked. "I also want more", she said. Before I could ask another question, she placed her finger over my lips & shooshed me.

We began to kiss, the kiss was so deep & passionate that I felt my love coming down. I didn't want to hold back with her anymore, I wanted to give it and I wanted her to get it all. Her kiss was everything I imagined it to be, deep & love-filled. She ran her fingers through my hair, and turned my neck sideways so she could tongue-kiss my flesh. Her other hand was running up my skirt, gripping intensely; I released a moan of solitude. She had no idea what type of hold she had on me, how bad I wanted this, how bad I NEEDED it. My body was simply crying out for her, she's everything I wanted & now I finally have her. I took her attention away from my neck for a few minutes, so I could kiss her again. During this kiss, I pulled back, so I could suck on her on bottom lip a little. I looked at her lips, and asked "Do you know what I want you to do right now?". She said, "What baby?". I leaned in closer, and whispered in her ear.."I want you to fuck me papi". She bit her lips & said .."DAMN, really...like that baby?". I started back kissing her, then I licked her lips.."Yes papi, every bit of that. Can you do that for me?". Without hesitation, she stood me up, then sat me down on the display bench.

She got on her knees, like Ceasar to Cleopatra, and placed my legs over her shoulders. She started to suck on my inner thighs, while she used her hands to palm my ass & her thumbs to spread my pussy lips open. I bit my lips as I watched her work. She saw first-hand, how my pussy was talking & breathing hard for her, I was every bit of ready for her to taste me. She let her tongue do a test run, before she really dived into me. She shoved her finger deep inside me, then allowed me to suck my own juice off of her finger. It turned her on, because she imagined me sucking my juice off of her strap as soon as she could get to it. She pushed the tip of her tongue against my clit & sucked slowly, I wanted to scream.. it felt so fucking good. She got to it! Pushing my legs apart behind my knees, she now has more leverage. "I should have told you how fat my pussy was", I said. "Its cool, I can handle anything.. watch me", she said. I kept my eyes on her, as she devoured me. She tongue-kissed my entire clit, and I loved watching her lick ever inch of me. She sucked me off in various speeds; fast, medium, and slow. Her wet tongue, felt so good against my already wet pussy. After sucking on my clit, she slid her mouth down so she could fuck me with her tongue. With her tongue shoved deep inside, she slid two fingers inside of me. She worked my pussy over, I threw my head back and moaned out loudly for her. I said her name so loud, I wanted everyone in the museum to know it's her pussy & nobody else's. I yelled as if I wanted them to find where we were, to see our art. She kept ramming me with her tongue, I pulled my breast out & started rubbing my nipples. The deeper she fucked me with her tongue, the closer I was getting towards climaxing. As much as I enjoyed her eating my pussy, I wanted her to see me cum for her. I directed her face towards mine, and told her to keep ramming my pussy with her fingers. She did as I asked. "I want you to see mami cum for you", I said. She started working me harder and deeper. Her free hand was caressing me all over my body, mainly my nipples. She sat up on her knees, put her hand on my shoulder, and started stroking my g-spot. I was moaning & breathing so hard, my mind shut completely down. I couldn't process anything enough to properly answer her questions, so I answered her with moans. I felt a smile cross her face, she had to know I was getting extremely close to cuming. While she was stroking my g-spot, she ran her thumb in furious circles on my clit. "Cum for Daddy, baby..", she said. I replied with a simple head-nod, as I moaned. She moved to the side, but never lost her rhythm. My body started shaking violently, as I began to squirt. "Soy comino para usted papá", I'm cumin for you papa, had to tell her cause my baby didn't know a lick of Spanish. That last flick of my g-spot, made my body scream out for her. She watched me, as my body shook & my eyes rolled back, my lips parted & I screamed out in complete pleasure. My Babita wasn't expecting me to squirt, especially with such distance, so she watched in awe; As if she was star-struck.

She kept her fingers inside of me, and kissed me once more before we got ready to head back home. We shared my juices from her fingers, like licking the brownie bowl clean. Finally paying attention to our surroundings, we notice we had an audience. I scurry to fix my clothes, as if it mattered by now lol. We took our walk of shame, sneaking kisses & giggling with each other, as we left the museum. I can't wait to get back home with her, cause I'm surely not letting her go this time..