LadyTeldra

I watched the screen intently as words from the chat rolled across infront of me. The delicate soft computer generated bodies embraced upon the bed touching each other softly. My mind raced as the descriptive details were filled in with pleasurable role playing that unfolded before me. The wheels of the computer chair squeaked a bit as I rolled my hips down upon the small button vibrator that laid nestled upon a soft towel beneath me. My mind raced to find the words to send her in return. My hands felt a bit shaky as I scattered my thoughts through the keys stokes. I felt the moisture grow as I rolled myself softly across the light humming below. Her words seemed to pierce right through me with each return volley. I felt a shutter run down across my spine that seemed to explode outward through my stomach.

It was then I felt a sudden startlement as a hand gripped across my stomach and the chair came ripping out from under me. I could hear it crash hard on the wall behind me as I almost collapsed, but the hand cupping my stomach pulled me upwards. I gripped the front of the desk catching myself as my upper body fell forward. I squirmed in a panic for a moment as I turned to find it to be my husband. The muscles in my legs tightened as I settled my feet steadily on the floor and watched him rip his boxer briefs down enough to expose himself. He spoke not a word as I felt the head of his penis roll up across my clitoris and through my labia. The mere feeling of something new rolling through it's already dampened state made my head straighten and fingers spread wide and straight as I bore my weight down upon my palms. A pleasurable gasp left my chest and rushed across my lips as a fuzzy tingling sensation ran through my toes.

He wasted no time as a hand gripped my shoulder and I felt him thrust within causing my body to lunge forward as our skin smacked in a loud crack together. I could feel warmth run through my cheeks as I strained against my gasping breath. I could still see the delicate female bodies embraced on the computer screen.  I could see some text popping up in the chat window, but as another loud smack emanated through the room my glasses flung from me and bounced across the desk. I tried to steady myself moving my hands about... which only sent the computer keyboard crashing to the floor.

He pulled his hand back gripping my hips hard pulling me back upon him. I could hear his breathing becoming quite heavy as I held my breath still struggling against my own gasps. Every muscle in my body seemed to tighten and relax in unison as he pushed harder and faster within me. Causing me to collapse upon my elbows on the desk. It wasn't long before I felt his body twitch within me as a long pleasurable gasp left his mouth. The mere sound of it sent my own climax rippling upward through my body into my head.  

I felt a light kiss on my back as he slipped from me and released my hips. My tightened leg muscles held me upward for a moment, but soon buckled as I collapsed upon my knees on the floor. I heard the bedroom door close behind me as everything started to come back into focus. The computer keyboard laid flat on the floor before me as I looked up seeing my glasses on the edge of the desk. Placing them on I could see from my crumbled position the words "Are you still there?" in the chat window. Reaching down I typed out "BEST RP EVER!"... pressed send... and logged out.

Light streamed in through the curtains casting light shadows across the bed.  I stared down upon her body... it glittered as the soft light was captured by small beads of sweat across her skin. Her body slightly arched as I watched the muscles of her stomach twitch. I looked down and watched her lovely dew run down around my fingers buried deep within her soft pedals. Passion floated about the room and my mouth tingled and watered at it's lovely fragrance that lingered heavily in the air. I savored at it for a moment as I glanced up upon her face. Blood seemed to well up in her cheeks as a gasp of air suddenly flowed through her lips that she finally let free from deep within. Her hand reached up covering her eyes from my gaze... clearly embarrassed by her present state. I reached down and touched her stomach with a single finger and watched as it twitched tight suddenly pulling away with surprise. I ran my finger upward and watched as the beads of sweat mashed together and rolled in streams down along her side. Slowly her muscles seemed to settle as her back finally came to rest flatly upon the mattress. Her breath still heavy, but slowly becoming more relaxed... as if she had broke the waters surface and saved herself from peril. I absorbed every moment as her breathing became more normal and she reached down and cupped my hand. I wondered... in these few moments... is there anything... anywhere more lovely to gaze upon?

I wandered the garden alone feeling the spring air that flowed through it
Upon entering the heart of the garden I noticed a lone white rose
Everything seemed to fade away around it... til it was the only thing left within my vision
The rose... an anagram of Eros, the Greek god of sexual love
It's five pedals representative of the five qualities of psychological perfection
Sincerity... Faith... Aspiration... Devotion... and Surrender
It's blossoming figure resemblant of the female genitalia,
The sublime blossom from which all mankind enters the world
The white rose represented Secrecy, Reverence, Purity, and Silence
I longed to have it... it's beauty captivated me as I closed the distance between us
I reached and gripped it's stem as a sharp pain shot through me
Pulling my hand back I stared down as blood welled up from my fingertip
I glanced back upon the rose through the pain, but felt no less a desire to have it
I thrust my hand back upon the stem gripping it tightly
Pain shot through my hand as I pulled desperately at it
I felt my hands interior become warm and wet as the pain extended up my arm
I pulled my hand free and stared down upon my palm
Blood ran down the lines of my hand and pooled within the center
I clinched my fist tightly as I looked back at the rose and remembered
In the Sulfism religion it was believed that the very first rose was pure white
A Nightingale gazed upon it and was struck by a love so intense
It began to chirp the most beautiful song ever heard
Finally overpowered with it's desire for her  
It embrace her with such ardor that her thorns pierced it's heart
From that time on, the rose was stained red by the color of it's blood
So I wondered... was this one truly meant to be mine?
 

As I entered the open area of the club... that's when I noticed her
The lioness. Her graceful majestic figure slipping through the weeds of the crowd
Her stare intently forward as she slipped in and out of my vision through the thicket of dancing bodies
I traced her stare to a lone gazelle broken off from the herd
Her delicate fragile body seemed comfortable and unaware of lioness's presence
I wondered if the gazelle would fall prey to her sudden advancement
I peered upon the gazelle for only a moment more then returned my sight to find the lioness gone
I felt a sudden rush of urgency as I scanned my surroundings seeing her nowhere
I spun around to find her behind me frozen in stance
The muscles of her leg twitched as if I caught her half-step
The gaze of her eyes pierced through me as shivers emanated from my very bones
My breath left me and I could feel my heart pounding hard behind my ribs
 I turned my head to search for a possible way out
Only to return my gaze to her as a thought rushed through my very fiber
Did I really want to run?

Role playing is kind of like:
The tree that sits in the midst of the garden
It's branches laden with fruit
You can see the serpents eyes staring out at you through the leaves beckoning you to come closer
You try to resist it's calls and drive your desires downward, but you feel the serpent's gaze pulling you inward.
Shivers run through your body and you turn away. Trying to fight your urges as they sweep through you.
You close your eyes, but you can still feel it's presence as the wind ripples through the leaves.
A chill runs up your neck as you again open your eyes to find yourself enveloped in the shadow of the tree
You look up to see the Serpent before you. Beckoning you to turn back.
You want to walk away, but your legs feel weak
With no further drive to resist you turn back to the tree and gaze upon it
You reach up and touch the fruit. It's skin so soft in your hand
It feels so forbidden... yet so pleasing to the eye
You pull it from the tree and place your lips upon it
You feel it's skin part as your mouth fills with it's flavor and it's juices runs down your chin
How could anything this good... be bad? 

*Originally composed on the spot for my Sis-in-Crime -  HH
*Rewritten for your viewing pleasure

I don't usually get a whole lot of opportunities to share these stories and this seemed like a good place to do it considering things.  Maybe five other people have read these since I wrote them because of the subject matter.
 
The first one was written on a dare from my second girlfriend back in the day.  And then she complained that it was too short when she received it, so I added a full written page.  Then she complained it was better before I added things.  No pleasing women sometimes I swear. 
 
 
 
A Little Something or Purple Socks
 
 
                I walk up the stairs grumbling, another shitty day at work.  Finding the keys in my pocket takes forever.  I finally unlock the door and enter the apartment.  I plop down on the couch and find the remote.  I start clicking through the channels,... news, news and more news.  “Fuckin’ TV.”
                She enters, an angel in hell, wearing a white fuzzy sweater, blue jeans, and purple socks.  She looks at me with her adorable blue eyes, wavy red hair falling over her shoulders, “How was work?” she asks.  I just throw my head back and laugh.  “That bad, huh?”
                I chuckle, “Yup.”
                She sits next to me, “Anything on the tube?”
                I frown, “News......”
                “Cool.”
                She lays her head on my shoulder.  God, her hair smells sooo good.  She looks up at me with her baby blues and gets a smile in return.  She raises her body and our lips meet, slowly after our tongues embrace.  She moves and is then sitting in my lap, facing me.  Slowly our lips separate.
                I smirk, “you little--”  Her lips meet mine again and I wrap my arms around her waist.  I move my lips to her neck and she giggles.  I slide my hands up the back of her sweater and run my fingertips up and down her spine.  Her fingers tense and dig into my biceps.  She finds my mouth with her tongue and proceeds to untuck and unbutton my shirt.  I remove my hands from her body long enough to shrug off the shirt and throw it to the floor.  She has started rocking, rubbing her pelvis against mine.  I slide both of my hands up her sides, raising the sweater.  She raises her arms and allows the sweater to find home with my shirt, revealing two ripe, bra cupped, breasts.
                I turn so we are lying on the couch, and I begin to nuzzle at her chest.  She gasps at my whiskers lightly brushing her skin. “You fucking bastard,” she starts.  I laugh and raise my head to nibble at her neck.  She runs a finger down my chest and belly, causing them to ripple.  I move my hand lightly over her bra till I find the clasp in front, and then they’re free.  She finds the bulge in my pants and unzips my fly.  I cup a breast and tease her nipple lightly with my thumb and our lips meet again. She finds what she’s looking for in my boxers.  My hand then travels down her body, caressing her soft belly.  Then moving down in to her jeans, and in to her panties.  Wet panties.
                She pushes on my chest with her other hand, and then pulls herself out from under me and puts me on my back.  She tosses her bra aside and nuzzles and licks my neck, occasionally nibbling at my ear.  She starts to move down my body, dragging her tongue  and nipples down my belly.  As I lick my fingers, she pulls my pants and boxers down and begins to stroke my cock.  Then she blows at its tip, sending shivers up my spine.  She then flicks her tongue about the tip.  And I thought her breathing got hard!  She then slowly and gently moves me in-between her lip.  I don’t even notice her removing my shoes and socks.  God, make the hurting stop!
                I grope at her out-of-reach ass and she moves it near my head as she slurps away.  I pull her pants and panties off and start to caress her long legs.  I chuckle as I run my fingernail along the inside of her thigh.  She jerks her head away from my crotch and gasps as a trickle of her juices run down her leg.
                She stands up and then kneels on the couch, squatting, putting her snatch inches from my face.  I run my tongue up her leg, tasting her juices.  I continue forth till her musk overcomes me and I lock my lips around her clit.  She moans and then leans forward and takes my dick into her mouth and continues to suck.  After a while I replace my tongue with my fingers, one at a time.  As she grinds against my fingers and slurps on my cock I finally explode.  She continues to slurp and suck as an opaque drool runs down my slowly shrinking hard-on.  She licks up the spilt seed and plants kisses upon my lower body.
                I now replace my mouth over her mound and tongue-fuck her.  She shudders and gasps and I feel her quim on my tonsils.  “Oh, Jimmy....” she moans as she lays her body flat against mine.
 
                After lying there in bliss for awhile she notices my dick still seems to have a little life in it and starts to nuzzle it.  I notice this myself and blow a jet of cold air into her muff.  She jumps, supporting her weight on her hands and knees, and I slide back so I can sit up against the armrest.  She gets up and again sits in my lap facing me, places her hands on my shoulders, leans forward till her eyes are inches from mine and whispers, “fucker.”
                I grin in return, “That’s the idea.”  She smiles in return, feeling me come alive again.  She slowly moves her moist slit over my bulging prick, shimmying down slowly.
                I caress the back of her neck, bringing her lips to mine, and she accepts the invitation.  She wraps her arms around my neck and starts to rock back and forth on my rod.  I move my fingertips down her side and she giggles through our kissing. I start to caress her thighs and ass as she pulls her head away and bites her lower lip.  She leans back, her head bowed forward, her red locks falling in front of her face and starts a low moan, bringing up the speed.
My  breathing hastens a little, feeling pressure well up inside of me.  I sit up and wrap my arms around her arching back.  Her hands move to my back as she rests her head on my shoulder, her fingernails dragging downward, “James....”
                As I rock with her she starts to shiver slightly.  And then she shakes more wildly, rocking harder against me.  Then I feel the squeeze as she cums over me.  I then gasp as I cum inside her hot body.  She then looks at me through her red locks, grinning, “Oh, James.”
                I chuckle, lying back, bringing her body forward against mine and we lay in the silence.
                She, after a while, stops drawing little squiggles and circles on my chest and looks up at me and smiles.  “So, how was your day?”

This was something I wrote a few years later, apparently because I had an itch to scratch. 
 
 
 
Chung
 
 
Chung.
Chung.
Chung.
Chung…
                God my head is throbbing.  I can’t remember when I started…
                Chung.
                Chung…
                …or even stopped drinking.  Should I get up?  Should I just lay here for awhile?
                Chung.
                Chung…
                Where the hell am I?
                I finally open my eyes.  Light is filtering through the blinds on my window.  Wow, I made it to my bed?  I sit up and find myself on my bed in jeans and work boots, no covers.
                Chung.
                As I stumble to my feet I realize that my head isn’t throbbing, but someone is knocking at my door.  Well okay, someone is also knocking at my door.  I glance at my alarm clock.  Three in the afternoon.  “Coming,” I croak out, my throat dry and sore from last night’s festivities.  I clear my throat and try again to speak more clearly, “I’m coming, gimme a minute.”  Success.
                I can’t hear the knocking any more, maybe they gave up and left.  Maybe I should go find out.  I walk through the apartment and find the front door.  The doorknob turns easily enough and I pull.  Nothing.  That’s when I realize that sometime last night I remembered to lock my door, deadbolt, chain, and all.  There’s some form of laughter behind the door.  They, whoever they are, didn’t leave.  After unlocking the door it opens quite freely.  “Hello?”
                “James asked if I’d stop by and check up on you.”  I just nodded, somewhat dumbfounded.  She was a petite lil thing, about 5’4” or 5’6”.  Her long blonde hair was swept back behind her ears, and flowed out of sight behind her shoulders.  I’d guess it stopped about mid back.  She was wearing a leather half trench over a tank top and blue jeans.  I looked into her eyes, they were a deep gray.  She cleared her throat and I realized that I was just standing there, staring.
                Turning a lil red I invited her in.  I excused myself and decided to stick my head under the cold water of my bathroom sink.  Shuddering, I found a towel and dried off.  I thought for a second and brushed my teeth to quell the demon breath of total intoxication.  That done I pulled my hair back into a ponytail, hopped over to my room, and threw on a clean flannel.  I stepped back into the living room to find her looking around.  I couldn’t tell if she was looking around at the art, or the fact that this was a clean bachelors pad.
                “Would you like something to drink?” I asked heading for the coffeepot I kept on the end table next to the couch.
                “No thanks, just had lunch.”
                She just had lunch.  I looked at my watch and found it was one in the afternoon.  Time flies when you’re out cold.  I started a fresh pot of coffee and sat down at my drafting table, watching the blonde.  “Do I know you from somewhere?”  It was blunt but what the hell.
                Still looking at my drawings and sketches tacked to the walls she answered.  “James invited me to the party last night, so I could meet you.”  Huh?  She continued, “I got there just in time to help Jim drag you back here.  He said that you don’t normally drink yourself to oblivion.  After some talking I agreed to stop by after work,…to make sure you were alive and well.”
                James told me he invited someone that he wanted me to meet.  Then Rick started up with one of his drinking games and I forgot.   “Well, I’m alive,” I chuckled.
                “Oh, by the way, happy birthday,” she said smiling at this fool.
                This fool couldn’t remember her name, which James told me.  “So your James’s cousin,” that much I could remember.  She looked at me expectantly, and I couldn’t even say anymore.  I wanted a brick to beat my skull in with.  I’ve never been good with names.
                “I’m Alexis, but my friends call me Alex,” she said forgivingly.
                “Thanks,” I droned as my eyes hit the floor.  “Alexis…”
                She stepped towards me and I looked up.  “Your name’s Jayson, spelled with a Y.”  She giggled.   “You’re a freelance commercial artist, who used to be in the Navy with my cousin Jimmy.  You got out when he chose to stay in.”
I looked down again and just shook my head.  If anyone had me cornered, she did.
                She sat down on an arm of the couch across from me, “That’s okay,” she said, still giggling, “I’ll forgive you.  By the way, I like your truck.”  That got my attention.  “Jimmy let me drive it back here last night,” she looked up at me with her big gray eyes, “I hope you don’t mind.”
                I watched the floor for a lil bit then shrugged.  I got off my ass and poured myself a cup of coffee, “Sure you don’t want anything?”
                “Do you have any orange juice?”
                “I can probably manage that.”  I went into the kitchen area and found some in the fridge, and poured a glass.  Upon my return I found that she had shed her jacket, kicked her shoes off, and had lay down on the couch.  Yup, she was wearing a tank top.  I could see a belly button ring peeking out from between her tank top and the top of her pants.  I handed her the glass, “Comfy?”
                “After work this morning, this is god send,” she said stretching out on the couch.  I picked up her shoes and jacket and placed them near the door.  She watched me like a cat that had found her mouse for dinner.
                “Most people fall in love with that couch, I’ve even found myself crashed out in it at night under the skylight.”  The skylight took up most of the north wall and ceiling, cut at a forty-five degree angle.  The blinds were cracked enough to let in ambient light.
                “So, what do you have going on this afternoon?” she asked, now laying on her belly on the couch, sipping at the juice.
                I sat and looked at my drafting table, “Nothing really, I’m caught up with all my current projects.”  I gestured at the poster tubes, “And those get dropped off at the office in a couple days.”  I spun around and found myself nose to nose with Alexis.  I blinked and went to pull my head back and found that she had wrapped her arms around my neck, and I wasn’t going very far.
                Also, as I jerked back she took the opportunity to hop up in my lap, straddling me, her legs wrapped around me.  I leaned my head back a sighed in exasperation.  She took it as a cue to licking and nipping at my neck.
                “Woah, waitaminute, Lexy, I…”  I found myself looking into her deep gray eyes.  She had a slightly puzzled look on her face.
                “Lexy, huh?”
                “Alexis, this is a lil to close too soon.  I—I wasn’t exactly expecting this and I still have a bit of a hangover.”
                She frowned bit, “Um, hmm…”  She then cocked her head to the side and smiled.
                I couldn’t help but smile back.  “Sorry, I’m just not used to shifting gears this fast.”
                She then rested her full weight against my body, leaned forward and whispered in my ear, “well something is,” and then started purring in my ear.  At that point I realized her weight wasn’t just resting against my body.  I just leaned my head back and laughed.
                She started rocking back and forth in my lap and brought my face up to hers and we kissed a sweet kiss.  She pulled her face away from mine and looked into my eyes.  “Jay, I’m in heat and need to fuck.”  She proceeded to pull my flannel off of me.
                “Okay, I’ve never been one to argue with a lady.”
                “Good.”
                She placed another sweet lil kiss on my lips and then went down and unzipped my fly.  I looked down just in time to watch the tip of my dick disappear between her lips.  I leaned back and just let my head spin.  God she was good.  She pulled my boots off, followed by my pants and boxers.
                What she could do with those lips, that tongue, I found hard to believe.  Before I realized I had already cum.  “Shit,” I sighed.  I was about to apologize when she cut me off.
                “It’s okay, I like the taste.”  She then continued to suck me dry.  Then she stopped and looked at me like a child that broken her new toy.  She offered me her hand and I took it.  I thought to pull her up, but got pulled to the floor instead.  I then found myself looking up at her sitting in the chair I was just in, and frowned a bit.
                She just smiled and started to slowly shimmied her jeans off in the chair, throwing them in my face.
                I tossed them back at her and laughed.  Okay, I can play this game, I thought.  She swatted her pants of to the side, now grinning.  I sat up and looked at her, she wasn’t wearing any panties.
                She giggled, almost insanely, as my eyes got big.  She was shaved bare.  She then stopped giggling, for it was my turn to grin.
                I took to my knees and spread her legs wide enough for some playing room.  She was wet and I could smell it.  I started to lick my way up her thigh.  She shuddered a bit and pulled my head to her bare mound, “Eat me.”  So I kissed her clit and then sucked.  She gasped and cum hard right away.  I grinned on the inside knowing my whiskers were brushing her bare sensitive skin.  I sucked and licked away at her juices and she just leaned back gasping for more.
                As I was nibbling at her clit I slowly started to give her my index finger and she squealed, “Oh God yes!”  As I went to ad another finger her tank top came off.  Still massaging her clit with my thumb I pulled my head away.  I looked up to find her body arched back and her breasts pressed together, her fingers tweaking her nipples hard.
                Working her pussy with my hand I leaned forward and started planting kisses around her belly button.  She brought her body forward and put both hands on my shoulders, digging deep, and pulling me up.  So I stood.
                She brought my lips to hers and started massaging my member.  As we could both tell I was hard again.  She giggled and brought my hand up from her crotch and licked my fingers, only inches from my face.
                She kept stroking me and turned around, facing the table.  “Fuck me,” she crooned, leaning across the table, her hands clinging to the far edge in anticipation.
                I stepped towards her and rubbed my cock between her legs, “Say please.”
                “Please,” she sighed, a waver in her voice.
                I slowly, inch by inch, brought it home, feeling her moist warmth grip and squeeze my shaft.
                She let out a long low moan as I started to pump in and out of her tight box. Leaning forward a bit and bracing with my right arm on the table, I wedged my other arm between the table and her firm belly.  God she was warm. I worked my hand down her belly and down to her bare crotch.  Finding it, I proceeded to work her clit between my fingertips while still fucking from behind.
                She gasped, shuddered, and I felt her tight lil hole loosen up for me.  She had let her grip on the table go and was now leaning on her elbows, panting with on occasional “Oh, yeah,”  escaping her lips.
                I moved my hand beneath her, up from her moist crotch, up her belly, to her breasts, finding her rock hard nipples.
As I did this she rocked onto her side, taking my hand in both of hers and sucked on my fingers.  I don’t know why but this motivated me to pump her slick slit harder and faster.
                After a bit I rolled her onto her back, still inside her, and wrapping an arm around her waist, lifted her off the table.  She immediately wrapped her arms and legs around me and got a questioning look on her face.
                I just grinned at her and started walking.  Carrying her the way I was, she bit her lip, digging her nails into my back.  With my free hand I opened my bedroom door and walked over to my bed.
                Once at my bed she, planting her feet on it, stood up and off of my hard on.  She was now smiling.  “Lay down,… Jayson.”
                Why argue?  I climbed onto my bed and lay down in an inclined position, pillows under my back, my head resting against the headboard.
                She stood over me, contemplating how to torture me.  With one of her hands buried in her crotch, it couldn’t be too evil.
After a minute or two, she sat down on my midriff, facing away from me, and started rubbing her clit with the head of my cock, smearing her love juices over its length.
                I reached around and cupped her breasts with both hands fondling them gingerly.  She leaned back resting against me and then slowly slid down on my manhood, taking me inside her once again.
                As we rocked against each other, she rested her head on my shoulder so she could look at my face.  I just smiled at her.  “I needed this,” she said between kisses.
                “You’re not the only one,” I said kissing back.  I then moved one hand down to her bare mound to find her clit again.
                She also reached down between her legs to find my hairy man sack, just in time to trigger my load, shooting it inside her.
After laying there together in a playful tangle of arms and legs and other things, Alexis looks up to me and asks, ”So, what’s for dinner?”
                “Dinner?  Fuck Alex, I just got done with breakfast.”

I don't think this or the ribbon make sense as "dresses."

Oh dear gods no.
 
I joined on a lark, and I'm actually glad of the "paywall" as Tipsy put it. A free trial of any sort,... Yeah, just NO.
 
I mean seriously, if you think the slackers are bad now, imagine the number slackers there would be without a required minimum investment.
 
 
RLC has that exact problem, and non-paying accounts there are treated like beggers, bums, and thieves unless they are already well known to the community.