I Feel Dirty....
_ WARNING! RATING HAS ENCLOSED THAT THERE IS NUDITY SEXUAL CONTENT ADULT LANGUAGE AND BEHAVIOR****DISCLAIMER NOTE**** If you cannot fathom the sexual actions of someone, please kindly click back to return to your main home screen. Others how ever, may sit down and enjoy the literary writings that are to be written. Thank you. ***AUTHORS NOTE*** This is a true story. All characters names events places and actions exist and have already happened. _
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I was in a rather deep sleep when low and behold, my alarm goes off at exactly 5:30 AM. I have been getting up at his time of morning for a few days now. Why do you ask? Well to be quite frank, my treatments start about 45 minutes afterwards. So that gives me 30 minutes to get ready to go. But today. I started to wake with the sudden realization that my treatment isn't until later in the day! So to my thinking, why not just sit back and relax a bit you know? So I inclined back onto my pillows, my god are they soft. The soft fabric of my bed, curving around my body, cradling me almost. Then it hit me. When was the last time I had pleasure. And no I'm not talking about sex, I'm talking about a good ole one on one session. I don't have the insane craving to have my dick stuck in a hole, I've learned in my life that masturbation is key. So I sit and stare at my ceiling and start to think of what to get my dick stirred. And out of no where I see her face, Aisha. Aisha? Why would my mind focus on her? She is an innocent. At least. That's what I see her as in my eyes. I love her. I really do. She makes me smile, and I can talk to her about pretty much anything. This made me smile, a soft crooked grin spread across my face. But then. That's when my sweet reality started to churn and mutate into my dark fantasy. My body shivered, if not violently briefly. Did I really think about her in such ways? Does my subconscious tell me no lie when it says, you want her? I think this may be true. I envisioned her, sitting on my bed with me, propped on an elbow, talking to her, her beautiful raven hair splayed out on the red silky sheets that rapture and spread across my bed, her skin soft to touch as I let a shaky hand caress her arm. I almost bit my lip didn't I? She looks up at me, a smile across her lips, her lips begging to be touched with my own. She leans forward, slowly, pressing them to mine. I almost moaned, and she merely gave me a peck on the lips. I don't know why my actions or emotions make me do such things. But I couldn't resist. My hands, much bigger than hers by sight and feel, placed gently behind her head, pushing my lips more onto hers, some force within the first started out gentle kiss. I felt her body shiver, her hands grasped at my shirt, small delicate fingers entangling themselves in te light feathery fabric of my shirt, pushing into me. I was beginning to pant. I felt my chest heaving, my heart race, I couldn't control what was happening to my body. I could feel her on my skin, I could taste of my tongue, she's the sweetest taste that's been. The more I get, the more I want. Wrapping a muscled are around her torso, I pull her to me gently, the covers bundling around us,, bodies pressed to one another as the kiss turns passionate, hands roaming, minds racing. She felt at my chest, I could almost feel her primal needs emerge to the surface. Her nails gently raking across the fabric of my delicate stitchings, the threads coming apart. My hands, a mind of their own, wandered the curves of her back aimlessly, touching, caressing, massaging, kneading. Wanting. That's when surprise took a knock to my lust filled body. Her tongue darted from her mouth to mine, swirling and wrestling, tasting, needing. Almost desperate to taste all of me. I joined in the fight for dominance in our mouths. She had incredible strength for someone so small compared to my colossal stature. She pushed me onto my back, our lips and tongues still connecting, that's when first contact was felt. She sat on my every growing and throbbing erection, I know she felt it as well, she let out a soft whimper, a whimper of need. She was the first to pull from the kiss, panting, our chests heaving, she slowly unbuttoned my shirt. With such primal lust, one would think that she would just tear my clothes to shreds. But no. She was gentle, caring, loving and compassionate about this. With each button subdued to the expert movement of her fingers, more chills surged down my spine, soft groans of need falling from my slightly parted lips. I felt the chilled fiery air lick at my skin as my shirt lay open, the atmosphere around us, two opposites that cannot live without the other. The cold chill from the dimmed night air, the fiery explosion of lust that lay between us two. She felt my chest, leaning down her lips pressed slightly to my skin, I couldn't hold back any longer, I had let out a moan, a soft one, a tiny low moan from m lips. I knew she heard me, for her tongue came out of her mouth once more, the pink tiny serpent found its way to my nipple, licking, teasing. There was no need to touch myself in the reality that lay outside my mind, I felt every movement, every lick nick and bite. Any action I felt in my fantasy, my bodies nerves imitated. I was panting, I felt my chest heaving against her mouth. My nipples standing erect, teased, bruised from the onslaught of her tongue. My body almost trembling in pleasure as her hands found their way down my torso, her hands going over my abdominal muscles, tracing them admiring the things I worked on so hard to form on my body. The muscles taught in my stomach, she further traveled with her hands. She was touching at the brim of my pajama bottoms. I know I had let out another moan, in my fantasy and in my reality. I moaned. It felt too good. Too real. Too...much. I felt dirty thinking such thoughts about her. Yes. I know that sounds very fucked up in the middle of such actions, but. That's what was driving me. The simple fact that it was so taboo, so forbidden. It turned me on even more, made my phallus begin to leak the sweet excrements of my pre-cum, the thick elixir gliding down my shaft. By this time in my reality, I had slipped off my pants, leaving my cock waving like a pole through the hole in my boxers. The tiny droplet, felt like the soft fingertips my lover has. But then it struck me, my fantasy played itself along while my conscious mind pondered and thought, wavering from the stated subject. She was stroking my member through the fabric of my bottoms, and it felt morbidly heavenly. The slow teasing strokes, the way her hand tightened slightly as she felt a soft pulse vibrate through my shaft. She was..moaning....? I thought I heard it. It was tiny, almost silent, but it was there. She was being aroused by stroking me, so effortlessly. I couldn't help but buck into her hand, it was too teasing, I couldn't handle such torture. She surprised me. She never ceases too to be very truthful. She leaned down, still stroking m cock ,tugging it slightly, she licked along my neck, which made me groan louder. I was almost begging her not to bite down, although not a word had left either of our mouths. Her tongue danced along my sensitive skin, making my flesh crawl and produce goosebumps. I was close. I was too close. I was about to cum and I hadn't even had her yet! Grinning, she let go of my member, moving her lips to my ear, she sucked gently, my body pulsating with the desire to have her. She was making me wait. She was delaying my orgasm. Here, my cock stood erect, throbbing, about to explode. She sat up, her ass just inches from rubbing against my erection. I was whimpering. I heard myself whimpering. I wanted her so bad. So damned bad. It was driving me insane. She was undressing herself. She bit her lip gently as she slid her tank top above her head, her breast perk and wanting to be touched, licked suckled. Feasted upon. I almost started to salivate. My mouth begged to have her. But I knew I should wait. Getting on her knees, she gently peeled away her panties, the obvious wet spot in the middle of them. I knew she was excited, but not_that_ excited.Not letting her moist cavern touch against my body yet, she moved her self down, her face level with my cock. I was trembling. Was she about to...g-give me pleasure with her mouth? I couldn't let her do that, I would end up cumming in her mouth, and I don't want to upset her, I don't to ruin this moment between us. But to my relief as she started to pull down my silky bottoms, she gave my phallus a few playful laps, making my back arch, moaning loudly. She knew what it did to me. And she loved the reaction. I could seethe obvious grin of pleasure and satisfied delight. She crawled up to me, my legs between hers, letting the tip of my cock glide against her body as she came closer to my face. I bit my lip to blood. I had to. I felt my tip pressed against her engorged clitoris. She had stopped dead in her tracks, letting out a soft cry of pleasure as my tip pressed to her clitoris, throbbing heavily. She moved her hips, rotating them, making my tip rub more against her clit. I felt it throb on my tip, it was making my pre-cum leak steadily, smearing over the pulsing bit of flesh and draining down the side of my shaft. I knew she couldn't hold out, she was moving too erratically. She slipped forward slightly, my tip pressed to her leaking entrance. Neither of us would last long. I knew this for a fact. It was too much to take for the both of us, such teasing she be dubbed cruel and inhumane. She lowered herself onto my throbbing shaft, every inch filling her, the tight constricted feeling as her walls clinched onto my cock,milking it with its inner muscles. She sat down completely on my cock , moving her hips, moaning loudly. I could no longer resist, I sat up, pushing my cock even deeper still, an feasted upon her breast, licking suckling, massaging and caressing. She began to moan louder, pushing my head into her breast, I gently bit down on the succulent flesh, and she started to spasm and shake, I knew her orgasm was close, as was mine. I wanted to finish with her. I began to thrust into her, my cock moving effortlessly in and out of her pus, slicked with juices. I began to moan against her breast, louder than before, but to my surprise, in my reality, I was moaning her name I was screaming it out, In my fantasy she slammed down hard on my cock, forcing it deeper into her, I felt her cum, her sweet excrements pooled on my lap and covering my cock, and I cam with her, screaming her name in the purest of ecstasies. Kissing each others face and necks softly, I felt that oh so ever pulling feeling as I felt my cum slide down my shaft, leaking fro mt clenched muscles of her pussy. My eyes flew open. I stared at the black corners and walls of my room darkened by the night skies. I looked down at my now faltering erection, my cum splattered over my abdomen and thighs, a smile spread across my face. I feel dirty. And I love it. Who would've thought my mind would've wondered to you?**