Alice - is my alias(N.A)
Bio
Amateur writer of poems and fantasies, sometimes about love and life. I write stories in my head at night and by morning light I had forgotten the plot and can't put pen to paper.
Stories (7/0)
Wake up call
Early morning...5am...the time when legends are going to sleep, or waking up...for me it's a good time, the quiet, the darkness, the promise, the mystery...and none so mysterious as you...I want to be with you in the dark and quiet...I want to make your heart beat so fast in fear and wonderment as I push you down, grab your hair, lick your shoulders down to your belly button as I watch goosebumps cascade all over your body...I want to bite your earlobes as you tell me to be gentle with you. I want to make you want me more than I want you...hold you tight, feel your naked breasts pressing my chest your nipples erect, you come close and slowly put your tongue on my ear and go around and inside in a sexy way, your perfect figure sitting on top of me slowly moving back and forth, up and down, and with your breathing agitated because you are feeling me inside of you penetrating deep and slow...
By Alice - is my alias(N.A)3 years ago in Filthy
Afterglow... and more
Her body, naked and warm from hours under the soft and soothing blankets, feels the slight shock as he presses up against her back. His is cold, it would be, he has been up since 4am this morning. The sensation awakens her. She is confused...how is he here? How is he so silent? She almost wants to push him away, the warmth is too much to give up, but his touch is delightful. She murmurs, not really making much sense, just a deeply contented purr. His hands running up the back of her thighs, over her bum, up her back, the slight roughness of his stubble on her neck. Again she murmurs, eyes closed, a hint of a smile creeping over her face, her half-asleep body awakening as he caresses her breasts gently. His lips follow his hands, warm mouth on her nipples, down her stomach, his hands now running down the sides of her body, over the curves of her hips. She is powerless, something not common for her (she likes control) but she is wanting to submit today. Her fingers trail lightly over his back, running up his neck as he moves lower. His kisses on her inner thighs send electrical impulses shooting through her body, a quiet sigh. Expertly he kisses her, the sensation of his warm mouth on her now aroused wetness is intense. Parting her legs wider she presses the back of his head firmly between them. The tempo increases, he can no longer hold back, kissing, licking, sucking, he buries himself deeper. Her soft murmuring purrs elevate to deep low moans of pleasure, increasing, the feeling is happening too quickly. She wants it to last but she wants it NOW! He knows this, he is in tune with her needs, he wants her to release, he loves having the control, she is at his mercy and he loves that...deeper, more intense, he carries on...and on...and on...
By Alice - is my alias(N.A)3 years ago in Filthy
The meet
She is waiting...she's been there since 1pm as agreed, no sign of him, or at least she doesn't think so, she's never met him, doesn't even know what he looks like..."fuck he's a time-waster, what a prick. Actually it's maybe a good thing, he's probably a minger anyway" she thinks.
By Alice - is my alias(N.A)3 years ago in Filthy
The meet continued...
"Quite a day", she thinks as she parks her car..."that guy is so fucking different, strange, weird"...the meeting in the car park at Wynberg Park hasn't left her mind all afternoon at work...her damp underwear reminded her every time she moved in her chair...she could still feel his strong fingers inside her, still taste the minty-whisky on her lips. And he was gone just as quickly as he arrived...they barely spoke, she can't remember his voice, but can never forget his eyes, the way he looked at her with a hunger that scared her a little, excited her a lot.
By Alice - is my alias(N.A)3 years ago in Filthy
Mood like the weather
A wild and windy Sunday afternoon, the gulls are blown around in the air, bobbing and weaving in the golden light, the rain coming in fitful showers, not hard but accompanied by a wind stronger that a breeze and enough to be thankful of the jacket he wears.
By Alice - is my alias(N.A)3 years ago in Filthy
