Tell one of your favorite sexual fantasies. Don't hold back!:
My breath hitched in wild anticipation. His hands were
on my waist in the next heartbeat. My feet left the floor
as he lifted me up and turned me around. A gentle push at the
center of my back had me propelling toward the wall. I braced
my hands against the wall to stop my face from making a direct
hit. <br><br>
His hands were on me instantly. <br><br>
This time he didn’t bother to cup my ass through my leggings.
He shoved the hem of my shirt up and tugged the waist of my
leggings down. Warm fingers stroked over the newly exposed
flesh, rising gooseflesh and puckering my cheeks. <br><br>
The hot hardness of his chest pressed against my back. Warm,
feathery breath chased along my ear. “I’m going to swat
this gorgeous ass. Get it all good and pink. And then, little
tease, I’m going to fuck it.” <br><br>
I shuddered with the delicious promise. “An early wedding
gift.” <br><br>
He gave my butt another pet, stopping midway to finger the
lace lining my crack. “Yeah, soon-to-be Mrs. Ryder, and
just wait till you see what the honeymoon brings.” <br><br>
Mrs. Ryder. <br><br>
My excitement mounted with pure giddiness. In just over
twelve hours I was going to be Brian’s wife. We were going
to be a family. “I love that name.” <br><br>
“I love this ass.” His fingers freed the lace. In the next
breath, his hand connected with my backside. <br><br>
Delicious sensation whipped through my cheeks with his
swat. I flattened my hands against the wall and stuck my
ass out farther, giving another taunting wiggle. <br><br>
With a barely audible chuckle, he swatted my butt a second
time. This time he added pressure, enough to register a
soft sting. Enough to trickle juice from my pussy and lift
the scent of my arousal into the air. <br><br>
The fingers of his left hand came to the wall, covering mine
and trapping them in place. He sniffed the air audibly,
ferally. “Someone’s wet. Someone’s about to get wetter.”
<br><br>
His right hand fell once more, connecting with my tingling
backside so hard it echoed through his bedroom as a visceral
crack. The air caught in my throat. My hips jerked back.
I yowled with the resulting stab of desire that shot from
my quivering sex to my throbbing nipples and back again.
<br><br>
“That’s it.” Approval laced with conceit rang in Brian’s
raspy tone. “Howl for me, baby. Tell me all about it.” <br><br>
His palm lifted from my butt. I clenched my cheeks in wait
of another spanking. He spread my thighs apart instead,
pulling my leggings down to my ankles. Returning his hand
to my ass, he walked his fingers along the strip of black
lace that lined my butt, and then continued the journey
downward, applying toying pressure as he bypassed my perineum
en route to my vagina. <br><br>
From behind, his long, knowing fingers cupped my hungry
pussy. Unable to resist temptation, I ground against his
hand. The inward arch of a knuckle slipped between my folds
to rub along my clit, and I squealed in pure carnal delight.
<br><br>
Brian’s breathing sounded like a tempest in response.
Bringing his mouth to my earlobe, he first sucked the soft
skin and then scraped his teeth over it in succulent fashion.
Thankful for the easy access my short hair allowed, I craned
my neck to the side and purred for more, more, more. <br><br>
Teeth and fingers moved together, taunting my ear and my
pussy in turn. One finger moved past the delicate lace of
the thong, entering my sheath and loving me with slow, knowing
strokes. A second finger moved beneath the lace. Together
they quickened their pace. The nip of his teeth heightened
with each pump. My breathing increased, grew ragged, and
I worked my hips to take his fingers deeper, faster, harder.
<br><br>
The hand that still held mine captive against the wall tightened,
demanding I leave the control entirely within his grasp.
<br><br>
Obviously, I couldn’t have been more wrong in thinking
he wanted a less submissive lover. Obviously, I couldn’t
love his being in control any more if I tried….The nip of
Brian’s teeth lifted from my earlobe. The two fingers buried
inside my sheath from behind ceased their pumping. Firming
his hold on my hands against the wall, he ordered, “Tell
me what you want, Karen.” <br><br>
“You to never stop fucking me.” The words came out fierce
and low. But, c’mon, did the man really have to stop his fingering
when he had me so near to orgasm? <br><br>
Dark, delicious laughter rolled along my ear. The fingers
within my pussy moved—slow, measured strokes meant to
drive a girl insane with desire. Brian’s mouth returned
to my neck. No teeth this time, but his tongue laving in the
same lazy style as his fingers. <br><br>
“More, ” I panted, rubbing against his hand. “Give me more,
Brian. More fingering. More spankings. Let me feel your
cock inside me.” <br><br>
His mouth lifted. “You need more, all right. More patience.”
<br><br>
Not tonight, when it was already so late. When each languid
glide of his fingers and flick of his tongue had more restless
heat gathering in my belly. <br><br>
Moisture flooded my vagina. I wriggled my sex harder against
his palm, tried to free my hands from his grasp. I expected
a reprimand for that act of disobedience. Instead, he released
my wrists and moved his hand beneath my shirt. Even as he
found a breast and captured its nipple through my bra, the
fingers of his other hand left my pussy. <br><br>
I whimpered with the loss. My sex felt empty, void. Then
I whimpered again with the new contact. My nipple felt cherished,
alive with the heady pinch of his fingers. <br><br>
Brian increased the pressure, rolling my nipple through
the black lace of my bra. His mouth returned, teasing warm
breath along my nape. The need in my belly grew to a trembling
inferno. Bending my knees, I sought out his hand, needing
his fingers back inside me, needing his cock, a dildo, anything
to fill that aching, burning void. <br><br>
While nothing connected with my sex, his teeth touched
down on my neck, abraded. Sank in. <br><br>
Just a bit. Just a shallow scrape that I felt as a furious
clenching in my sex. Just a scrape that beaded sweat on my
skin and had my wild need for more burning higher. <br><br>
His free hand returned to my ass as a swat so hard and divine
I nearly came on the spot. “Give it to me!” I yelped near helplessly.
<br><br>
A guttural growl slipped from his mouth. The edge of his
teeth sank deeper. Pleasure pain rippled through me like
a wildfire. Wicked heat coiled, arrowing electric bolts
of sensation through every pulse point in my pussy. <br><br>
Moaning, I pressed my hips back, seeking out the cradle
of his powerful thighs. But it wasn’t the warm cradle of
his strong, bare thighs that I met with. The hard ridge of
his cock pressed along the seam of my ass. Right where I was
warm and wet for him. Right where we both knew I’d wanted
him from the first swat. <br><br>
“Fuck me, Brian. Take my ass. Please don’t make me wait another
second.” <br><br>
His answer was the tug of the thong from my butt. The thick
head of his shaft replaced the string that served as the
thong’s backside. The head of his cock moved the tiniest
bit inside the halo of my anus, natural lubrication seeping
from the tip easing the way. <br><br>
“I need you, babe, ” he rasped. “God, do I need you.” <br><br>
I pumped my hips back with his fervent words, and his erection
nuzzled with its need to push all the way inside. His teeth
sank deeper into my neck. Pleasure bordered on pain. Shudders
of ache dipped from my nape to where he twisted my nipple.
Then the pain became pleasure once more as he eased his cock
fully into my ass. <br><br>
The hand at my breast went to my crotch, gathered the sodden
front of the thong. A soft rip and the black lace fell forgotten
to the bedroom floor. Two of Brian’s fingers returned to
my pussy, sinking deep inside, loving my front entry as
his cock began to move inside the back one. <br><br>
Fingers, cock, teeth. They all worked together, moving,
pumping, nipping, pushing me toward an orgasm of blistering
proportions. The blood singed through my veins. My heart
galloped in my chest. <br><br>
Panting for breath, I struggled to keep my hold on the wall.
Where my hands held, my legs gave out, breaking the connection
of our bodies. Brian’s free arm came around my waist, catching
me before I hit the ground. <br><br>
He brought us both to our knees, his big, beautiful body
covering mine. I thought my need great, but it was nothing
compared to what I could now feel of his. His need trembled
through him so forcefully it shook us both, shuddered through
me and claimed me all the way past my heart and into my soul.
<br><br>
One of his hands supported my middle while the other dipped
back between my thighs. As if my pussy hadn’t been filled
in months, a deluge of cream gushed forth and my inner muscles
sucked hungrily at his impaling. A growl rolled from his
lips—no low, gentle sound this time this time, but one that
spoke of bone-deep need and urgency. <br><br>
Tipping my hips, he pumped into my ass with a force that stole
my breath. He set a pace of pure, animalistic frenzy. One
that no longer allowed me to concentrate on any one part—finger,
teeth, cock. All came together in a brilliant explosion
of lust, love and lavishness as I gave in to a soul-bending
climax. <br><br>
With a last deep thrust, Brian’s cock pulsed inside me,
seized and released his hot silky fluid. -taken from eharlequin online read...

What location do you fantasize about for a sexual encounter?:
A bed, A moving vehicle (i.e. car), The middle of a park, An airplane, A dark back alley, A movie theatre, My desk at work, A swimming pool or hot tub, A store dressing room, An elevator, A hotel room

What types of sexual activities turn you on?:
Receiving Oral Sex, Handcuffs/Shackles, Blindfolds, Massage

Have you ever had cybersex?:
No way. I only want skin on skin.