Saturday, June 25, 2011

Sex In The City 2: Interactive Sex Blog

He has left a voice mail.  He is early.  Marcus' Post 

Marcus is a just a couple of meters away from me now.  His voice gentle, it is almost unimaginable to think he is the same guy that tortures me with all that carnal and earthy tempting words.  I close my eyes as I listen to his voice.  I can practically imagine the taste of his cock and cum in my mouth.  My throat gets dry and the shivers in my spine make my entire skin so tingly.  I have to get a grip of myself my knees and hands are starting to shake.  
Crap!  I have to send a message to Rocky to call off any dinner plans.  Did I ask her to  arrange that?  My brain goes on overdrive.  I have been too busy thinking about what Marcus and I will do with each other, that my information data bank is just about ready to crash.  I fumble with my Blackberry and it slipped and fell from my hands.
I heard a voice from somewhere.  I mumbled some thanks and stuttered, "I'm so sorry, were you saying something?"  I take my phone from the hands of the man beside me.
"That's alright, you look pretty occupied in your thoughts.   I was asking whether this is a business trip to New York?  My name is Stephen," the green eyed stud beside me spoke.  Very clear, masculine voice yet no discernible accent.  Strange.
"I'm sorry, I was trying to retrieve a message.  Well yes and no.  I do come around the city for work, but not this time.  I am here for a strictly pleasure" I manage a small, friendly smile.  
I give him a once-over and realized he is an extremely attractive man.  He could be in his early 30's or maybe even late 20's; not bad looking at all; no ring or visible tan ring line.  Very tall and lean, but muscular and taut.  Tight jeans, white tee shirt and a dark jacket.
"Hi, I'm Trickie" and offer him my hand and he squeezes it gently, twice.  Double-squeezer.
He is staring at me and I hold his stare back.  
I broke the moment, "Since you have been so nice and helpful, can you grab my small suitcase from the overhead bin when you get your stuff?  Just be careful please, my laptop is in it?"
"Of course, absolutely, Trickie. Is that with an -ie or a -y?" he asks, trying to be charming.
I try hard not to charm back, "Depends on who is asking" I say, holding back on fluttering my eyelashes.  It is not the time to flirt, your preening juices are on an all-time high (I hear my inner voice nagging me).
The plane finally quiets down and the lights went on.  In a couple of seconds, faster than a blink, the aisle is filled with people inching, scrambling their way to the exit.  Fucking New Yorkers!
Stephen gets my leather all-around large bag.  He slings his own leather bag pack on his right shoulder.  Must be a local.
I say thanks and smile.   He suddenly speaks again, "Listen Trickie, if you have not made any plans, can I take my chances and ask if you would like to join me for a cup of coffee?" His eyes slide down from my eyes, lips and blouse.  I instantly became aware my top barely covers my breasts.  Instinctively, I fix it and saw him attempt to stop staring but failing awkwardly.
I mutter, "Oh, excuse me," he cuts in abruptly, "Oh no, don't say that.  They're gorgeous."
I decide to get even.  I retort back, "Free coffee is a tempting invitation Stephen, but my lover is waiting at the airport bar right this minute.  I just really flew in because I promised to fuck his brains out this weekend."
A nano-second passed then he laughed, still chuckling he says, "Sexy hot and funny too, I like that."
I look him in the eye and as solemnly as I can, "Maybe on my next trip back, I will give you a chance to understand that I am not trying to humor you.  I don't make threats, just promises."  I take out a business card and hand it to the stunned hot dude.  "Nice to know you Stephen" and I walk past him but I look back and catch him swallowing hard, checking out my butt and staring back at my card.  Men.  So little time.
I move to the aisle and my mind tunes back to Marcus.  My head hums his words and I feel a sudden flush rise to my face and that incessant throbbing between my thighs.  I am so painfully aching for sex. I feel the dryness in my throat again.
My mind is filled with the thoughts of having my face between your soft thighs.  I am burning with the need to explore your soft feminine fold with my tongue, my lips and my fingers.  I want to see you laid out on a bed in front of me with your legs spread wide, inviting me to pleasure you; to lick you from your puckered little hole to your hard little nub.  I thirst to taste you, to feel the silkiness of your skin as I suck one of your tender lips into my mouth and savor it.  I cover your mound with my mouth and suck you, slithering my tongue over you.  I want to feel your fingers in my hair, encouraging me to go further.  I will slip my tongue inside you and pinch your hard clit in my fingers.  I need to hear you moan, calling my name in your heated desire for me.  I will take my time, torturing you with prolonged pleasure, exhausting you to the point of unconsciousness by sucking orgasm after orgasm out of your hot flowing pussy.  There you will be, helplessly draped over the bed, hardly able to move.  That is when I will mount you and take my pleasure from you, over and over again.  I will plunge deep inside you and drill that hot cunt, filling you several times before collapsing on top of you, spent. 
I finally made my way out of the plane feeling my whole body aching to be touched.  The queue moved fast enough and since I traveled very light, I thought I would practically be naked for the next 48 hours anyway, my over-night carry on didn't need to be checked in.  I do a detour to the loo.  I retouched my face, dabbed some lip gloss, and unbuttoned my top again.  I would like to make Marcus feel welcome.  I spray my favorite scent.  I'm totally ready.
I slowly walk along the airport's Arrival Lounge and found my way checking out the coffee shop and bar crowd.  Oh my god, that's him!  My heart skipped a beat as a man walked towards me.  I can imagine him naked, good god! My spine shivers again.
"Trickie?" he called.  I smile and wait for him to walk to where I stood.  I couldn't move.

Thursday, June 23, 2011

Sex In The City: An Interactive Sex Blog

I will start this Blog Post and I will link it to the Blogger who will reply to my fantasy. It is a tale of two people (we can make it three or more if you care to join) as we try to live out our wildest sexual dreams virtually and move towards to making fiction, real.  It is the first time we will do this and we will let all of you watch as Marcus and I sex each other up.  Hang on for the wildest ride of your life.  I have linked him automatically.
Meeting Marcus 
 The Trip to New York.
It's just a three hour flight but I was getting severely edgy.  Graphic imagery cloud my mind and I feel myself soaking my jeans as I throb with very lewd thoughts.  My female glands are over reacting and the man next to me might unwittingly pick up my sexual scent.  His words just keep going on in my head.
I need you my goddess - come and let me worship you with my body and passion.  Let me show you how you inspire my flesh and inflame my soul.  Nothing in life can be more important than those blissful moments of thrusting and moaning.  I want to feel you laying beneath me with your legs spread wide around my hips; feel you hands on my back and ass pulling me into you deeper with every thrust.  Open yourself up to me and fuck me deeply. Let me spread your thighs and suck and lick that sweet pussy of yours.  Show me your passion, let me feel it and hear it.  My cock is so very hard for you, come and get it, climb on top of me so we can take each other to oblivion.
Fuck!  He did.  Right now this green-eyed dude is busy checking out my half unbuttoned blouse and lusting at something he's not going to get.  I pretend to relax my head on the headrest and keep my shades on so I can watch this man drool.  Not really bad looking, nice thighs.  The poor guy, his eyeballs just might pop out. I bend a bit to move pretending to shuffle the magazines and my shoulder bag under the seat to give him a better view of my skin.  Lust up and enjoy my mounds and pink nipples!  ... and now he fixes his crotch.  This is going to be one hell of hot trip for you.  After all that heated exchange of lustiness with Marcus, every fibre in my body is electrified.  
My business meetings in Miami are temporarily suspended, not until mid-week next.  I grabbed this chance to steal away from work and finally, finally, have a taste of everything he promised to make me feel.  Rocky (aka Racquel), my favourite cousin and wannabe "guardian" in New York had made the necessary reservations for me.  She practically screamed, "A double?  Since when are you expecting Company?  Is he with you?"
I laughed and giggled on the phone and told Rocky, "No my sweet Mama, "he" is in Italy and I am out to Sex in the City."
I could hear her heavy sigh on the phone, truthfully, I am not even half as wild as Rocky during her "swinging" days.  That has all changed since she met and fell in love with that Jamaican dude, Derrick, and she's been behaving like an overprotective Nanny.  She eventually ends up doing everything I ask so I love her like my own big sister.
I feel myself throb again.  The thought of Marcus tongue in me makes me want to touch myself even before the plane takes off.  My nipples react to my brain waves, and the man beside me stares at it like he is looking at a piece of chocolate decadent cake after 10 years of being on a no-sugar diet.
I take off my glasses and look at him abruptly. "Excuse me, but I really need to go to the loo."
Shocked and pale at my sudden short conversation, he stands up to let me pass.  I naughtily brush his crotch with my ass while I pass him.  Can't help it, he is such an easy prey when I am lusting like this.  I'm a bad girl.
Back on my seat now, I close my eyes, squeeze myself tight and imagine all these words in my head. I move my body nearer the arm rest and the man besides me pretends to lean unwittingly towards me, too.  His arm relaxed, I allow my nipples to be stroked by his arm.  I am loving this and he is getting a nasty boner. I'm horny as a deprived rabbit in heat.
I want your nipples to be very hard.  I want you to reach inside your shirt and pinch one of your nipples while imagining it is me biting it.  I want you to cup your hand over your crotch and squeeze your mound, rub it. I want you to get yourself so turned on thinking about me licking you, about you climbing on top of me, sliding my cock into you and fucking me long and hard.
A few moments later, the plane taxies into JFK.  I peered into the guy beside me, his boner is uncomfortably huge under his jeans by now it saddens me to make it go to waste.  But I straighten up and I get my Blackberry to turn it on.  I have 27 unread messages, and 5 missed calls.
One call from Rocky and one other call, with a voice mail from him.  My pulses and throbbing switches a notch higher.  Marcus.  

Tuesday, June 21, 2011

My First Time: T.M.I. Tuesday

1.  How many states have you had sex in? How many countries? Yes, Oral counts! All sex acts– penetrative or not– are sex.   3 states; 7 countries (oral included)
2. What do you think is the sexiest piece of clothing a man/women wears on a daily basis? e.g., bra, jeans, sundress, dress shirt, etc.  Men - tight jeans;  Women - sundress au naturel (commando)
3. Would you date yourself? Why or why not? Of course, definitely.  I am hot and sweet and smart.  Fuck, I will marry me.
4. Which muscle do you work the hardest: brain, heart, mouth? At the moment, brain and heart
5. Fill-in the blank: I’m a total priss when it comes to first date sex unless I asked for it.
Bonus: Describe your darkest fantasy.
Gang-banged by three very hot, cocky men, restrained.
And the link: T.M.I. Tuesday

Monday, June 6, 2011

The Story of Joaquin and Angelica Final Chapter

My father arrived as scheduled.  He is after all, a stickler for precision.  He knew right away that the flush on my cheeks had nothing to do with the excitement of his homecoming.  He gave Joaquin a once-over and seemed to me he was trying his best to conceal a grin.  
Joaquin on the other hand tried to be on his best business behavior while I naughtily tried to seduce him everything opportunity I got.  Of course he failed miserably.  It's not that he wanted to keep away from me although he seethed at me for knowing all of his weak spots.  I thought it was rather uncomfortable each time he tried to manage a project meeting with a hard-on.    

There was not a single day that passed that we were not trying to get on or in each other; sometimes we go twice for quickies and sleep together at night.  When the sun sets, he turns into a raving sex machine and turns at me with a vengeance. He would slip a finger in me when he can and I stop in my tracks to sigh. I never worked so inspired in spite of my soaking and throbbing pussy that made me walk rather awkwardly, but I didn't really care.  To save time and effort, I would romp around commando and in short skirts.  It made Joaquin crazy when I flashed him when he is in a meeting with my Dad.  It was the best of sexy times and to do it with the man I have been crazy about for so many years was simply heavenly.  The things we did even when my father was around was almost criminal.
One blissful morning, I caught my father and Joaquin in a private huddle, they were talking in hushed tones so I grew very suspicious.  I felt my stomach churned when I heard the mention of my name.  I could not hear the words so I crept slowly behind them, but I started feeling woozy and from the side of my eyes I saw the light flickered.  I barely made it through that I had to grab on a setee' to keep my balance.  All of a sudden, the lights totally went out.
I heard muffled voices and the sounds of beeping machines, and a shocking wave of fluorescent light peered through my lenses rousing me from a very tiring sleep.  There was a peculiar smell I picked up, one which brought sad and bizarre memories, it can only be a hospital.  Hospital!  My eyes widened I almost started to scream when a familiar warm hand squeezed mine.  Joaquin... my Joaquin.  I looked at him and saw how tired his eyes were, dark shadows rimmed the sockets making him look sallow and depressed.  I looked around and I realized there were tubes all over my body and then I saw my Dad.  He moved closer to my bed and beside him stood a man, a Doctor that looked so familiar.  It clicked, Joaquin's father. I remember him for being my mother's oncologist.  Then it dawned on me, a bitter realization, Dios mio!  I am sick and I must be really bad sick in a way.  I searched for Joaquin's face to give me comfort and see that assurance of love, and in his eyes I saw that he knew I have broken into an epiphany.  I held back my tears and stroked his jaw-line, "You need to sleep my love, you look tired." I smiled and he weakly smiled back while his eyes were teared-up.  I wanted to kiss him so badly but I could hardly move.
I raised one hand to my Dad and he rushed to hug me tenderly, carefully looking at the tubes that can be dislodged.  Then I heard Dr. Nuñez official voice over the droning and beeping sounds, "You gave us quite a scare Angelica.  We are still running more tests and things look optimistic but we want to be sure we don't rule out anything vital."
I smiled back at him and said thank you but I heard my voice raspy and my throat was too dry.
He continued, "... like your father and mother, Angelica, you have fighting genes in you and I am sure your father here is very proud of you.  Don't worry hija, I will never allow anything to happen to you under my watch."
My father gingerly propped my pillow and buzzed me on both cheeks, his lips smiled but I must have gleaned some sadness in those eyes that I am too familiar with since my mother passed.  Then he softly said, "Joaquin, watch my little angel will you? Your father and I need to discuss unsettled golf scores and debts."  The three men laughed, lamely.  I felt really bad making all these wonderful, strong men around me, look weak and defeated.
Once again, it was just Joaquin and I.  I look at him and he was looking back at me with those soulful, loving eyes, then suddenly he knelt at my bedside, kissed my hand and said, "Maria Angelica Valdez, will you be my wife?"  I was too stunned to say anything!  All I could think of was, is he proposing to me in a hospital and I look like a terrible camper with hardly any make-up on?  
"I know my timing is rotten, it has always been my flaw," he paused and smiled weakly and out of somewhere in his jeans or jacket, he pulled out a lovely looking ring. I caught my breath, and was too shocked to even squeak a sound, Joaquin went on,"... I would have asked you a long time back but I did not think myself worthy to stand beside you, I did not deserve you.  I am still awed that you have forgiven me and decided to love me again.  Please let me love you and take care of you for the rest of my life."
I found myself suddenly sobbing all I could do was nod and raise my hands to hug him.  He slipped the ring on my finger and we both cried, I whispered, "I will never stop loving you Joaquin and I will love to be your wife."  We kissed and on that particular moment nothing else mattered but my will to live as long as I can, so I can love this man I have loved all my life fully, love him until the last day I walked this earth.  Whatever it was I was up against, didn't matter, I didn't care.  I did not care how painful or how daunting it would be.  Our love and the kiss that sealed it drowned all the aches, agony and grief.  
I could swear at that moment in the midst of the bleeps and whirs of the medical contraptions, I only heard soft heartbeats in harmony, the birds singing and the flowers laughing, while the whole world stood still