A Dash of Chocolate

December 14th, 2010 § 0 comments § permalink

This entry is part 5 of 5 in the series Vanilla Night

Her lips caressed the tip of his cock, and he watched as her breasts swayed tantalizingly under her. He held his breath, and fixed his gaze upon her plush lips as they teased the swollen tip of his manhood. His fingers gripped the scarves as he watched, his thoughts begging for her lips to slide further along his length.

Her eyes met his, and he noticed a sparkling in them. His mind kept egging her on, forgetting that he was not telepathic. The fact that he needed to breathe out was lost in the back of his thoughts as he watched her. As he felt her. It was then that she stopped. Her lips broke away and flashed an almost evil grin to him. His hands tugged at the scarves again as he watched her step away from the bed. His head turned towards her, following her as she walked, enjoying the delightful view of her naked form. His cock begged for attention, and all of his was fixed onto her naked ass and the small of her back. He watched as she returned, her hands behind her. His focus shifted, moving slowly up from her lovely slit, to her exquisite breasts. He bit down on his lower lips as he stared lewdly at her nipples.

He watched her as she slid onto the bed, and leaned over his cock again. He wished she would kiss it again, and the sight of her lips, in the backdrop of his throbbing cock made him groan. She didn’t, though. Her lips hovered over his cock, and he could feel the warmth of her breath against his cock head. Her hands moved out from behind her, and she smiled to him. Her lips and eyes grabbed his full attention, and he was almost oblivious to the chocolate syrup dribbling down his cock. He felt the cold chocolate cover his hard, hot cock. He groaned, his eyes watching the thick syrup run over his cock, and her grinning lips behind it drove him wild with lust.

His legs squirmed against the bed. His thighs spread wide open, and his cock throbbed alone. She saw his need, and her smile was filled with a warmth that he could not describe. He watched her as her tongue slid up along his cock. He felt her tongue sear through the cool layer of chocolate, and his hot, hard cock throbbed against her. Her hands pressed into the soft mattress on either side of him, and her tongue stroked his veiny shaft. His legs slithered over the bed, dragging the sheets with his movements. His hips lifted off the bed, and he nudged his cock towards her. He watched, as her lips slipped over his cockhead and pressed at the sensitive base. A shiver ran up his spine he felt her tongue swirl the syrup over his cock while her lips clamped onto his shaft. He felt her suck his cock, and her tongue flicked over the tiny opening. He wished he could reach down to her, but when he tried, he found the scarves again.

By the time her lips made their way halfway down his cock, he was moaning out loud. His hips moved against her. He thrust himself into her mouth, or tried to. He found out how useless that was without his hands, as her tongue slid down the side of his cock, taking a helical path along the most sensitive organ he had. He mumbled something, his voice drowned in his moans. His feet pressed into the bed for leverage, and he felt his balls tense.

She suckled on his cock, her lips and tongue caressing his meat. The pitch of his moans increased with his pleasure, and soon he felt himself on the brink. He felt his cock spasm. She felt it too. Her fingers slipped onto the base of his cock and pressed hard against it. He groaned, his body relaxing as he is pulled away from the edge. She slides up along his body and lies against him. Her hand grips his cock, her fingertips gently stroking the flesh. He felt her breath against his bare shoulder as she whispered to him, “Now, now…. there are other things I need you to do first”

She lay against him, her naked breasts spilling against his side. His breath slowed. His cock throbbed in her tender fingers. He turned towards her, met her gaze, and smiled.

Scarves & Retribution

December 10th, 2010 § 0 comments § permalink

This entry is part 4 of 5 in the series Vanilla Night

She ran her fingers over his bare chest. He pulled her against himself as he lay back. He felt her bare thighs rub against his, and her hair over his shoulder. Her body looked beautiful in the light, the pale glow of the diffused moonlight highlighting the curves of her breasts as they moved with her breath. He watched her nipple, and followed its movement through the silent night. As her leg curled over his, and her thigh rubbed against his skin, he could feel her wetness brush against him. He smiled to himself, the taste of her arousal on his lips and the tip of his tongue. He slid a palm down her side and pressed it against her ass. While he gently pulled her leg closer over his, he leaned forward to kiss her.

Her eyes sparkle in the night as the kiss breaks. She tastes herself on his lips, and she knows it. The heat of her sex rubs against his skin, leaving no doubt about her continued arousal. He smiles to her as her head leans back, and watches out of the corner of his eye as she reaches for something beside the bed. His attention is grabbed by the soft touch of her fingers on his cock. His shaft, now hard and throbbing, responded to her by throbbing against her palm. His gaze remained on her, the sight of her bare body and her hand on his cock. He barely noticed as she pulled his hand away from him, and held it against the bed post. He was aware of her shifting, her fingers sliding off of him, and her thighs slipping against his cock in its place. He complied, wordlessly, his focus on her soft, wet cunt rubbing down against the side of his shaft, as she pulled his second hand up and away from him. His arms were stretched back and above him as he felt her shift her weight. He moaned at the way her pussy slid over the side of his cock. He bit down on his lower lip as she settled on it, and the veiny shaft pressed along her slit and against her clit. He looked up at her, and his eyes met her. His gaze was filled with lust, and he made no attempt to hide it. He bit his lower lip, trying to will her to allowing him to enter her.

He tried to bring his hands forward, onto her sides, as he gazed into her sparkling eyes. It was then that he felt them. Light scarves, soft, silken to the touch, bound his hands to the bedposts. He squirmed under her, his head snapping back to look at her. He made a token attempt to slip his hands out of the knots. He watched her as she smiled down to him. Chuckled, even. He watched as she slid down his legs. He watched as she leaned forward, her breasts swaying under her. He felt her nipples brush against his bare chest, his belly, and then his cock.

He watched, as she leaned over his body, her eyes locked onto his, and pressed her lips lightly over the tip of his cock.

Lucid Dreams

November 11th, 2010 § 0 comments § permalink

This entry is part 3 of 5 in the series Vanilla Night

He pressed himself against her. He felt his skin rub against hers, cock throbbing against her flesh. In the dim light of the clock behind her and the shadows cast by the moonlight in the window, his hand cupped her ass cheek. He could feel her returning the kiss, he could feel her tongue slipping into his mouth as he rubbed against her. He felt her sigh into his mouth as he lay her on her back again, leaning over her to keep his lips against hers. His head lifted off of her as his hand stroked her side. He looked down at her, watching her angelic face as her eyelids cracked open.

He smiled to her and gently closed her eyelids. The sheets were bunched up beside them by now, and the cool breeze of the night ran over their heated bodies. He leaned forward and kissed her bosom. His lips danced over her bare skin as he moved himself over her. He kissed her breasts. His hands ran over her sides, lightly stroking her bare skin. He took a nipple in his mouth, and gently suckled at the tip. His tongue flicked ever so lightly against her skin while he toyed with her body.

He slid down the bed, and kissed the underside of her breasts. His teeth grazed against her skin, and his cock traced pre cum over her bare legs. He felt her back arch up into him as he slipped lower. His hands slid over her bare skin, running up her sides and cupping her beautiful breasts. He enjoyed the texture of her skin while he positioned himself between her legs. He knew the cold air would be assaulting her upper body as he lowered his mouth to her slit. His lips pressed against her skin as he kissed her. His heated breath ran over her bare skin as he slipped lower. He felt her warmth against him, and he watched her as his lips pressed against her clit.

He slipped his tongue out against her and tasted her arousal. He smiled to himself, wondering what she was dreaming about when his tongue met her dripping pussy. He slid his tongue up her pussy, pressing down into her tender sex. His hands dug into the bed on either side of her as he held himself up against her pussy. He flicked his tongue over her sex, pressing gently into her. He traced circles around her clit with his sex while his lips caressed and stroked her. He enjoyed the taste of her.

The sight of her naked body in the pale moonlight and the dim neon glow of the clock drove him wild, and his tongue slithered over her labia. He explored her folds, his teeth briefly grazing her tender skin. He supported himself with his elbows, now, his hands having found the warm, soft skin of her sides far more pleasing to the touch. His tongue slipped inside her and up against her pussy wall. He felt her legs slide open and shut against him as his tongue continued its exploration of all her cunt had to offer. His lips pressed onto her as his tongue teased her clit, stroking the skin over and over. His hands now dug into her and held her against the bed as his tongue had its way with her. He could hear her moaning, he could feel her writhing against him. He held her down. He tasted her glistening lips. He tasted her pussy juices, which glistened even in the dim light.

The covers lay forgotten by their sides as his lips and his tongue teased and caressed her. His warm hands held her sides, just below her breasts, and ate her to orgasm. He held her as she whimpered against him, as her hips thrust herself onto his mouth. His lips locked against her pussy as it throbbed against him. He lapped at her sex as he held her, egging on her climax even as she came in his mouth.

He did this till her writhing died down, and her moans turned into deep breaths punctuated by sighs. He kissed her sex lightly, and then slid up back next to her. He held her in his arms, his chest brushing against one of her breasts as he pulled her close. His hands rested on her side, and gently caressed her, as he looked into her face and smiled.

3 AM

November 6th, 2010 § 0 comments § permalink

This entry is part 2 of 5 in the series Vanilla Night

He rolled to his side. As he awoke, he became aware of the fact that he was naked. He felt the soft sheets against his bare skin. His eyes cracked open as he looked beside him.

He watched her as she slept, the memories from earlier filling his mind. Images of her on top of him flirted with his mind as he gazed. He reached towards her and brushed a lock of her hair off her beautiful face. He felt his cock stirring as he shifted closer to her. His hand moved onto her, his fingertips gently stroking her curves through the sheets as his eyes adjusted to the darkness.

His eyes moved down her body and he watched her breasts gently rise and fall under the sheets. His fingertips circled her nipple as he watched her lips and her closed eyes. He smiled to himself as he felt her move ever so slightly. His hand slipped back under the covers and slid over the bed towards her. He ran his fingertips down her sides and felt her bare skin, down to her hips. He shifted closer to her, his toes brushing momentarily against her as his hand rubbed lightly against her thigh.

He pushed himself up and held his head up in his hands as he looked over her, his cock now throbbing from the thought of her naked body beside him. His hips edged closer as he moved his hand up to her breast, light cupping the firm flesh in his hands as he leaned in towards her. He felt her slow breathing as his lips hovered over hers. He watched her as his fingers ever so lightly stroked the warm skin of her breasts.

He knew his hard cock was rubbing against her thigh as he moved in to kiss her. His lips pressed against hers as his hand gently rubbed into her breast, caressing her skin as he lay on his side against her. His tongue darted against her lips and his other hand reached over her. His eyelids shut as he felt her kissing back, and he pulled at her hip, turning her towards him as he kissed her in the dead of the night.

Without a word his hand slid over her ass and pulled her against his cock. He felt the soft lips of her pussy rub against his cock as his fingers pressed into her flesh. His lips danced over hers as he moved against her form, feeling her nipples rub against his bare chest. The sheets slid over their bodies as his hand slipped onto the back of her thigh and pulled her leg over his.

He broke the kiss for a moment as he felt the thick shaft of his cock rub up against her cunt, and he opened his eyes, and looked into hers. His free hand brushed aside another lock of hair that intruded on her fair skin as he held her there, and whispered to her, “I hope I didn’t interrupt an interesting dream”.

Initiations

May 11th, 2010 § 0 comments § permalink

This entry is part 1 of 5 in the series Vanilla Night

He crossed his legs as he looked across the room, his eyes moving down her back, enjoying the sight of her as she moved. He imagined her without the top. He imagined her without the pants, too, and he felt something stirring in his pants. His fingers crawled up his thighs to adjust himself as he tried to continue the conversation as she moved about. He found that his eyes moved from one part of her to the other, catching glimpses of each of her curves. He felt his cock twitch, and he felt the blood begin to pump into it.

He watched as she walked back towards him, his eyes looking up towards her as a hand cupped the bulge in his pants, now very visible save for the little protection his hand afforded him. He wasn’t sure what would happen if she noticed. His tongue slid over his upper lip as he leaned back, his fingertips pressing gently into the base of the bulge. He watched her as she sat down on the couch next to his. He watched as she sat on it, legs curled up under her as she spoke.

His hand began to rub himself, gently, almost involuntarily. He hoped she wouldn’t notice, of maybe he hoped she would. She did. She stopped midsentence, looked straight into his eyes, and said, “Something wrong down there?”. He didn’t know what to say – he hadn’t expected this. He planned for every eventuality, simulated the evening in every way imaginable, and yet missed the one that actually happened. He knew this was an opportunity, but he had no time to think it through. He just knew he wanted her.

He looked straight back into her eyes, his fingers moving to present the bulge rather suggestively, and said, “No, nothings wrong. I’d be worried if what was happening now did not happen.” He did not like to commit to a course of action until he was certain of its success. He knew was teetering on the edge here, and that as every moment passed more of his last exit strategies went out the window. He was about to break the point of no return. He hoped she would give him another reason to stall, open up more exit strategies.

She didn’t.

“So what _is_ happening, then?”. He gulped, knowing that soon he’d know if he’d lost another friend, or found a new lover. “It seems I’m somewhat attracted to you, possibly in a manner that I have very little control over…” He watched for her response, his eyes locked onto hers as he spread his legs slightly. He slipped a hand under his pant and wrapped his fingers over his cock. He felt the fingertips caress the thick, throbbing meat as he adjusted himself. She said nothing, but her eyes lowered. She watched as his hand fumbled under the jeans, as if in deep thought. She bit her lower lip and looked up to him. “If you say another word, you’re leaving.”

She stood up and walked over to him, lowering herself between his legs. He felt her fingers slide over his thighs, pushing them apart, their eyes looking into each others’. He knew his gamble had paid off – now he just had to keep from screwing up. He leaned back and nodded slightly, and felt her hands reach for his belt buckle. His hands fell to his sides as he pushed himself up, helping her drag the jeans off of him. The tip of his cock peeked out of the top of his boxer. He pulled off his t-shirt and dropped it on the floor before leaning back again. His hands reached forward, his fingers stroking her hair, sifting through the dark strands as she leaned forward, kissing the fabric, sucking gently on the ridges at his groin. He watches her as his hands move down her face. His fingers stroke her cheek and his hands slide down, pressing into her sides, pulling her up. He leans forwards to kiss her, his hands sliding up her sides under her top. His large, warm hands caress her sides as his lips meet hers, his arms moving along her flesh and touching her breasts. He caresses the firm orbs, his hands moving to pull of her top. He lets his eyes wander over her body…