Recently I met someone. Someone amazing. The kind of amazing that takes you by force and shakes you free of all sadness and doubt.

To that effect I no longer wish to share my passion in open forum but rather reserve it for someone I truly adore above all else.

I have never enjoyed a kinship, a friendship, and a passion so natural and real than I have found in this woman. I hope this makes my motivation clear.

I am grateful for the short time you have indulged me and the kind words you have given me. I truly hope all of your fantasies come true for you.

Thank you.

-Sexual Truth

On rare occasions there are moments in life that take us by surprise. It isn’t rare that we are surprised, but it is rare that the moment actually takes us.

In the office building on eighteenth street there are no less than eight elevators to move people up and down all seventy six floors. When it’s time for everyone to go home it can take more than forty minutes for someone on the top floor to reach the bottom. 

Jean got on the elevator on floor seventy six. Today she had not been able to make the dash to the tiny mobile closet right away because of trying to finish up. She sighed deeply as the doors closed. She wasn’t tired at all. She was restless and maybe even just a little bit horny. She just wanted to make it to her car and head to the gym to burn all this off.

The elevator stopped almost immediately hitting floor seventy four. A bursting moan/wail came out of her in frustration. She was shaking with pent up energy from an idle day and some vertical claustrophobic commute was going to keep her pent up for….

The doors slid open and a man with redish brown hair, wide build, and a quirked eyebrow at the sound he just heard stood before her. His smug smile melted from his face when he found the creator of the sound. Jean was a curvy redhead whom in her skirt and suit top was pulling off the sexy librarian look like she invented it. Worse her eyes had widened upon seeing him and the hungry look fueled by pent up energy mixed with now passion threatened to ignite the air in the small box. 

And so it did.

John stepped forward into the metal box right into her personal space. She was surprised until the sudden wetness between her legs made her realize she had unwittingly summoned him to her. At nearly the same height he didn’t impose over her but his face had a strong and good look to it. She decided to see what would happen. Looking up over her glasses at him she bit her bottom lip and threw out her very best what-are-you-going-to-do-about-it coy look. 

Apparently he had already given this thought..

His strong arms and hands wrapped around her lower back and hips pulling her right into his chest. The impact made her throw her arms around his neck. At least she told herself that might have been the case as her nails dug into his hair in the impassioned kiss that roared into her.

Who was he? Where did he work? Who the hell did he think he was?

Not even one of these questions came to mind.

I must have him.

In twenty seconds they tasted each other. Her hands roamed over his shoulders holding her self up as her knees buckled and her panties dampened. His hands strongly held her hips in place but roamed hotly over her ass and lower back. Each time they did strong electric jolts ran down her spine. The bulge in his pants was making quite the impression in her thigh.

There was a loud ding and her logical mind kicked in that this was floor 60. Tons of people got on here. She was just about to shove him off when he leapt back to the doors and spun around with a smile on his face. He vacant look of abandonment replacing the urgency of discretion, she didn’t understand his rapid movement. She didn’t want to be seen as some office slut, but she couldn’t help the little internal moan of “come baaaack.”. 

When the door finally opened in slow motion she realized she still looked a bit dischevled. It hardly mattered though because John seemed to nod to the people coming in and slowly backed Jean into the corner covering her almost completely with his body and mid length trenchcoat. The elevator became packed and just as the doors began to close, and Jean was looking around, Johns right hand moved back and cupped with a warm hand through her skirt exactly where she wanted him right now.

The heat from his hand radiated up her body and caused her to flush. Biting down hard on the gasp that threatened to reveal her to the rest of those with them she pushed forward on his massaging fingers to give him the “atta boy” he deserved. 

John had managed to corner Jean expertly so as to look like he was inconvincing her just as everyone else was. At the same time he was standing akwardly enough that almost no one, packed in as they were, could get a decent angle on what was taking place.

The elevator dinged several times, opened several times, and as always no one got in or out because the car was full. However on floor forty there was the sky bridge to a parking structure that some people used. Most of the car moved forward as people waited patiently outside. With the shuffle John had to move his slow massaging hand to keep balance. In that moment Jean decided to fight back with surprises. 

She slipped her hand down into her skirt and yanked her panties to the side completely. When John stepped back again in recovery she pulled him closer to her at a better angle for concealment… yeah concealment, let’s go with that.

The small jerk of his head was very telling when she felt his fingers find her wetness exposed. He needed no prodding after that. Rubbing the line of lips and playing with her for almost ten seconds his hand descended and brought his middle finger up inside her.  Having been prepared for this she bit down on her lip. Only the smallest squeak escaped that couldn’t be over heard the din and terrible music. 

What she had not been prepared for was him to flex/curl his middle finger into her. It was the match head to the flame. 

The good news was he had considered her next sound a possibility and he coughed loudly to cover the moan. 

Expert fingers at exactly the right height did a thumb and finger dance over her body’s best dance floor that nearly made her cum right then and there. The drop down to the second basement level was a blur. Only five people remained whom said nothing as they departed. John released her and put his foot in the door as she composed herself. Once she did Jean took him by the hand and lead him to her car. 

Her SUV had fold down seats in the back, you could turn the whole thing into a bed if you wanted to. Too bad there wasn’t any time. 

Jean hit the button to unlock the car and in two smooth sweaping motions, while walking, she stepped out of her panties before reaching the door. Opening the door she threw her bag into the trunk area, turned to face him, and while stuffing her panties into his shirt pocket looked him dead in the eye and said “Get in .”

John never even considered she meant the car. 

Grasping her by the waist he hoisted her up and pushed her, and her skirt, back and up into the the car. He had unzipped his pants already and in two fast motions he wipped his belt through the loops and into the trunk. While he twisted to pull the door closed behind him she fished into his pants and pulled out her fat prize.

She pulled him forward into her. He was bigger than she had thought and his soft pants tickled her as he touched bottom.

Free of the restraint of that coffin filled with witnesses she let out a moaning scream that inspired John to really get to work. Neither of them needed much more prep work so within seconds he was wailing away on her body like jackhammer. 

All thoughts erased, all logic gone, everything was swept up into a moment that left them both silent in held breath. He slamed himself home one last time and her flood gates opened. Her pleasure roared forth and her eyes widened at the sensation of his cock throbbing hard within her. They were cuming in a rush. She girpped hard against his neck for purchase and screamed with everything she had into his shoulder and chest. 

Minutes, hours… who the hell knows how long later she fell away from him with all the tension in her body gone. His came to rest on top of her and surprisingly to her she lovingly stroked his hair as he rested his heavy and hard body over hers.

At the exact same time they both whispered with a smile “Madness ”.

…

-ST

Inspired by and written for Jean.

Lots!

Hit me with your best shot. I can take it… or I won’t at least feel it until tomorrow.

As a pieces you must always concern yourself with burnout. No one else can take what you dish out… and mind the friction burn.

Everyone has one of those days. It’s what you make of it that counts.

Today it’s your day off but it isn’t mine. 

You and I played a little bit before I left for work. Trouble is today is an important day, and a very busy one at that, for me. So I had to leave you before we could do much more than taste each other. Sleepily you flash me then pass back out in my bed. You could almost feel the heat of my frustration at having to leave such a sight… but I did somehow.

It might be my place but you already have your drawer here, your spot in the bathroom, the randomly placed bits of underwear marking your territory well. You sleepily lounge for a bit, read, then watch some TV. 

Through the day you text little coy things to tease and make me smile. Yet as the day goes on you can tell I am in a rage, about what you can’t quite understand but it seems quite serious. Less and less texts have an affect, my responses are flat answers about dinner and so on… you know I am trying to spare you, and that’s when the idea hits.

You had plans of your own for when I got home. You won’t have my crappy job stealing away your grand sexy times. It’s time to reroute this energy of mine into a good thing. 

“Into ME.” says a part of you that is suddenly alive and awake with possibilities…

So begins the texts to start the fire. There is only an hour and a half before I get home.

“The pork chops you bought for tonight are bad” - they aren’t. 

“The cable is going in and out” - it isn’t.

“Crap, I might have to go get “lady products” when you get home” - you’re lying.

You just know that last one, the thing I am really going to want most, you, is just going to set me over the edge.

You dig into the couch and find the black panties with the lacy heart on the ass. The crazy hot ones that would make any woman back right the fuck off if she found them.

You run and take a shower. You start dinner. You find a Dr. Who marathon and let it run. You find the wine and get just tipsy enough to better endure what is coming next…

The sound of me coming up the steps to the front door sounds like raging grizzly bear stomping his feet. I damn near kick the door open and hurl my bag and coat into the house…. and my jaw to the floor.

There you are. Dressed only in your “come fuck me” panties. The smell of pork chops, dinner, and great beer fills the air, the sound of one of my favorite shows plays in the background… yet the undeniable anger and frustration, while paused right in it’s tracks, smolders in my eyes. 

You smile a knowing smile.

“Go ahead then, give me your best shot.”  - you say while turning your head dismissively emptying the glass of wine you hold and leaning back into the couch.

Looking back you don’t know exactly how I could have covered the distance to you before you could even turn your head.

In one moment and in nearly the same motion I am clutching your pretty face and kissing it with desperate passion and venting emotion. In that same motion my left hand snaps out and slaps the wine glass from your hand sending it sailing to a grim end across the room. It startles you and the excitement jolts down your spine. You were damp when you came up with this plan… the flood gates just opened as I spin you round with my right hand, push you face down to the couch, and spank you hard.

I always know how to spank you right. I never let you see it coming. I slap my hand firm to your ass and then I rub the tenderness in. The jolt and the warmth always gets you going. You love the sounds it forces from you. This time though you bite down hard to keep them in…

When I don’t get my “Ah!” and following moan… oh no… you did NOT just rob me of my spanking pleasure!

You don’t dare look up for the moment when you feel nothing. Then suddenly my button down shirt is thrown over the top half of you. A thrill rockets down your body as you can’t see what’s coming next… even though you can guess.

Your panties are rubbed and admired for just a moment, then yanked to your bent knees. A much stronger spanking lands on your other cheek, the hand sticks in place… and no rub follows it up. The spark of pain lights up your senses but then the sting and harsh warmpth of my hot hands makes your ass burn. The heat transfers to your dripping lady parts in an instant. Your body makes you cry out in a loud but slightly muffled yelp of pure pleasure.

My strong and now very warm hand slides around your ass and cups your molten pussy firmly. It takes possession of it. It even lifts you some with even pressure all over. My other hand yanks the panties from your knees as claim what is mine to toy with.

Then a knee comes down between yours and suddenly two hands cluch under your hips. Your whole lower body is lifted to my mouth and your face gets mashed into the pillows and couch cushion. You might have made a even more muffled noise of protest as I tip most of your body weight down on you, but then my mouth locks around your pink swollen lips and my fat tongue draws out a gush from you. 

You have never seen me in control this much. You aren’t sure how well you could fight back even if you wanted to… your best bet would only be to shout and you can’t even do that now. Sounds of raging pleasure are ripping out of you into the couch as my arms lift you into me and I feast on all of you lower parts. 

You cum harshly and suddenly… you hear me chuckle and continue. Your over sensitive parts make your lower body begin squirming hard. You feel my hands grip vice like to your body and your knees come down on my shoulders. You only imagined I was this strong and now you are helpless as sensory overload is bringing up a huge huge… way too huge orgasm. 

“yyyyyyyyyaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!”

It rips out of you ten times over what a scream like this might have been before. You hold nothing back as you are only letting me and the pillows know what is happening. 

There is just a moment then when you can breathe. Before you can relax your body is flipped suddenly onto your back and the shirt is yanked away. 

It takes me less than a second to rip free from my pants, and only another to straddle your upper body pinning you down again. My man hood is raging and looks bullet proof as it rests between your tits.

You don’t know what suddenly comes over you but a primal urge takes you and your hands grip my tick meat and you yank the head into your mouth. Only the smallest voice in the background watches you wonder what happened to you just now, but it’s a moot point due to the deafing rush of blood in your ears and the insane need to have my cock in your mouth.

You move without thinking. One hand grips the base of my shaft, the other hand holds to the back of my thigh pulling my hips closer, and your mouth sucks in my cock like you need it just to stay alive. Your heart is racing and your head is swimming.

It’s then that a new kind of muffled scream rages out around the purple head you taste. Your eyes fly open for just a second. My shirt is off, my body is twisted to the right, and I just slipped my middle finger up inside you and pressed down on that top button I know so well. My finger drags back on that button and at the same time my thumb came down on your clit. 

“MRRUUUUUMMMMMMmmmm hrm hrm hrm MMMMMmmmmmm” comes the amazing sobbing orgasm.

You realize you bit down on my cock only a second too late.

A roar come from me and I yank back my meat. I had looked to the ceiling when I did but now my wide eyes look down on you. Lust beams back at you but behind it you see total adoration… for only a moment.

My hands come down and grab your wrists pinning them to the couch. My legs flip back past yours. My body slides down your hips and then rappidly comes back up them.

I shove myself into you right to the hilt… and man… it is good.

Heat…

Heat races from your hips to your belly to your chest to your face. You are making crazed noises of lust and elation as I literately grind on top of, and into, your body. Your nipples catch fire as they craze my chest. My mouth locks onto your neck with teeth which forces a gasp to silence your screams. Your hips are being pulverized as my full weight crushes you and all my strength plows me as deep and hard as I can go into your body.

Your hands and wrists strain at my grip. You want to grab on, you want to yank my neck into you, you want to claw at my back… ANYTHING!!! to strech and releave this massive feeling attacking your body at all points. I won’t let you though. I have you locked down with my whole self and your body belongs to me now. It won’t listen to the crys of your mind and your heart has long since switched sides.

Suddenly and with no warning at all my hands release your wrists. They fly down your body and around your back. My knees have come down between your spread legs and I am pulling myself up right. I yank you up in the motion while your hips piviot on my cock. The force of me pulling back so hard lifts you several inches into the air as you fly forward, up, and into me.

When your body crashes into mine your breasts are even with my face, my grip reverses to your shoulders and before you can fall into my lap I pull you down slamming you the rest of the way onto my cock.

If that wasn’t enough you feel me explode into the deepest parts of you. It hit’s with such force you imagine it crashing all the way up your body. Your head yanks back and you scream a triumphant “yyeeeaahhhhhHHHHH!!” as you explode into my lap. My cock is still bursting into you answering another wave of pleasure that rolls through it… and another.

We freeze. Time stands still. Complete satisfaction pours over us like warm water and I fall forward still clutching you in a bear hug. 

There we lay with my arms around you, yours around my head, legs around my hips, both sighing and twitching in aftershocks.

I’ll always wait for you..

-ST 

The Truth: As a lover of Virgos (literately) this is true. The part they are leaving off is that they often fall desperately and the farthest in love/lust with those that convince them to shred their dignity for the very best of times.

While I have plenty of damage of my own I know a dark secret smile comes over the faces of the Virgos I carved my name in. 

I’ve gotten a few messages asking about my next story. I just wanted to say thanks for that.

I’ve had bronchitis for well over a week now. I can’t be sexy when I feel like garbage…. possibly garbage on fire that was recently beaten with sticks… yeah anyway….

Not dead. Thanks for asking :)

Going to go make some noise…

I would like to write on something but it’s been a rough week and I am coming up dry with fantasies that sound like any fun.

Message me something you like, something you would love to try, whatever the hell you might think of. Someone be my starting pistol so I can run.

Tonight during a huge convention I am overseeing something great happened. A group of people came up to me and said the following after having some kind of huddle.

“We have come to the conclusion that you are a very pretty man.”

That’s a compliment that will stop you dead in your tracks. For a few days its possible my ego and sex drive will be bullet proof. Now I need someone to take it out on. :)

Next time you have a chance go tell someone they are someones reason to masturbate (or perhaps something better than that). They will feel hot and you’ll gain great karma.

If you read this then I find your brain epically sexy. You are the hotness… keep that shit up.

Ah nerdy girls… somedays you are just my favorite part of life.

God bless the geeky, dorky, nerdy, women of this world.

In what way are you trying to get around it? I doubt that you want me to talk you out of it exactly or you wouldn’t have asked.

If you want to excite him and yet take it easy on yourself do this:

1. Put yourself in something sexy, that YOU find sexy.
2. Take several pictures slowly undressing.
3. Leave it till only the last two to get nude and if you still feel self concious keep your head out of the shot. You’ll still feel sexy and you’ll be teasing/turning him on with your body.

If all else fails… and you really want to do it. Read or watch something that turns you on and drink. Works for me. ;)

The Truth: Do you have any idea how hard it is to remember that?

(Source: steel-thorns)

-vibe:

same

I can do you one better.