Watching

Just feeling her lips softly brush against your skin was enough to make you wet. You would lie at night, lights off, eyes closed, and rest your hand gently between your spread legs. Touching, lightly at first, your hips would start to move with your fingers as your mind drifted deeper into fantasy. There you would see and slowly undress her. God, how she was perfect. You were so wet. Your fingers pressed harder as you could feel the excitement build. The scene inside your head had changed swiftly, fleeting from one fantasy to an another, searching for what you wanted, what you needed.

Next, you were in a room, alone with your boss. You’d always had a thing for her, the older woman, the authority, the sensual curves of her slender body, her flawless complexion, her flowing black hair. You were on your knees in front of her your hands slowly tracing her soft thighs. Soon her skirt was around her waist and your fingers had moved to beneath her panties. With swiftness, her panties were down and she had stepped out of them to spread her legs. She pulled your head closer to her pussy, urging you to taste it, you didn’t need any encouragement. You kissed her once, then again, then again, and again more passionately until you were sliding your tongue into her pussy. You could hear your boss, her breathing getting heavier, the moans of pleasure as you found ‘that spot’.

And in your room, you had three fingers sliding in and out of yourself, stopping only to rub your rock-hard clit as you let yourself go and feel every stroke of your tongue. You loved how women tasted, you loved to listen as they lost control totally and utterly, and you loved to watch as they fucked your tongue, knowing how much they enjoyed it.

Your pussy was so wet. It hadn’t felt like that in such a long time. But soon it changed again, leaping from one thought to another as your desire changed and grew. And there was a faceless stranger in front of you on her hands and knees, her cunt wide open. She looks at you as you reach out to touch her ass with both your hands. It was so firm and soft, you realise you’re naked but for a strap-on and she was pleading with you to fuck her. You reach out your fingers and touch her ass again, teasing, bending down to follow your fingers with your tongue. Your tongue touches her open asshole and her lips begin to move as her breathing quickens.

“No, stop, please” she pleads, “just fuck my cunt”

“But I know you like this”, you reply, still using your tongue to drive her crazy. You stop using your tongue only to slide you fingers into her ass, stretching it for the strap-on which you have been dying to see move deep inside her ass. No would not mean no, and stop would not mean stop. You both had a safe word, and that’s all you had to pay attention to.

You stand back from her for a moment, admiring the way she was, knowing that her pussy was dripping wet and her asshole would open easily for almost anything to fuck it. Lifting a bottle of baby oil, you pour it into your hands and then rub it onto the strap-on, knowing she’s waiting, you take your time. You take the tip and push it against her ass, softly at first so she spreads her legs with no resistance, urging you to thrust it in deeper. You place both your hands on her hips and pull her hard against you as you push your hips into her. The noise, the screams she lets out as it’s full length is inside her almost makes you cum as you imagine you are really there, hearing those noises, feeling her ass.

As you fuck yourself harder with your fingers, the desire to touch your own ass grows and you move your other hand down so your fingers can press against you asshole. Without realising, you had slipped a finger into your ass while your other hand rubbed furiously against your throbbing clit. You knew you were going to cum. You started to making noises, imaging it was the woman in your head that you were fucking calling out, moaning with every thrust of your hips. As you fucked her faster and faster, so your hands worked on your own cunt and ass faster until you couldn’t refrain from cumming. With one final thrust of your hips, and one final scream, both the woman in your head and you came.

I loved watching you do that.

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The Bar

She pushed the door to enter the dark, bustling bar. The bar - anyone who was queer knew where you mean. You never needed to elaborate any further than ‘the bar’.

It had recently been the beneficiary of a long overdue renovation. The original interior of the downstairs bar had been one of ‘traditional pub house’, with wooden beams running the length of the ceiling. Red and green glass windows had only served to darken the bar’s already drab appearance. Wooden chairs, tables and stools used to stand on a rather worn and jaded carpet. The bar now had an extension which gave more space to the small gay community in this underdeveloped city. The décor in the established part of the bar was Art Nouveau and it was carried off with great effect. An impressive tile floor replaced the ‘sticky’ carpet. The fire still burned as the centre piece but this time it was a gas imitation one, no longer the real log fire which had sat there since the bar had opened only three ears earlier. High metal bar stools and chairs with the bars logo laser-cut into the back offered you the chance to sit and chat at the autographed-topped tables. A raised platform by the front windows served as an elevated dining area by day, the food here was exquisite, and by night it was transformed into a DJ’s podium. In the extension, two rooms offered a retreat to a more peaceful atmosphere. French windows leading from the Art Deco-styled cafebar separate the ‘Blue Room’. The striking aqua-blue marble-effect walls of the ‘Blue Room’ gives way to a fresh impression of a 1930s Parisian cafebar. Trompe L’Oeil adorns the walls a variety of Parisian views through painted ‘windows’.

It was as packed as her faded, favourite faded blue jeans that she was wearing. They had talked about this. Those long peaceful nights, lying entangled on the sofa with music drifting softly from the speakers positioned around the living room. They would talk for hours, often about nothing, they were great at that. They had made a conscious decision to be friends, with a little more ‘affection’ than usually associated with friendships. When they were physical, it was intense. But most of the time they talked. That’s what they really did best. Neither of them were extremely experienced but they had enough fantasies between them to single-handedly run the porn industry. And this was one they had frequently talked about, each time one or the other introducing a new element. It would be impossible to incorporate everything, things like that don’t happen in real life.

She stood just inside of the large wooden doors, starting to feel the music move her body. She moved her head to glance around the bodies dancing, composing all types of formations as if in some organised attempt to block her view. At the bar she spotted her. After looking at her for a few seconds she wondered how she could ever have missed her. Her dark hair hugged her sculptured cheekbones, she’d had it cut, god it looked so sexy. Now she really looked like a straight woman, Nat loved that. She walked across the bar, dodging people, acknowledging smiles which she caught out of the corner of her eye but she never stopped watching her. In her mind she pictured how this evening would develop, but this wasn’t the time for the restrictions of a pre-conceived idea, no matter how great it was. They both knew it was what they wanted. What more did she need.

Without realising, she was standing beside her at the bar, ordering a vodka and coke. That would be enough to settle those partying butterflies which were now resident in her stomach. Or at least it would sedate them for a while. Pouring the coke and then raising the glass to her moist lips, she turned her head to look over her right shoulder at the nameless faces gyrating behind her. Casually she turned her head to the left to catch the woman’s stare. Without words she leant forward to place the softest of kisses on her cheek. As she moved away the woman’s hand raised to rest on the back of the dyke’s muscular neck, stopping her from moving away. They turned to face each other before kissing, passionately. The woman’s other hand moved in to join the hand which was now caressing Nat’s hair. They pressed tightly together, breasts against breasts, until Billie stopped kissing as she realised something was different, something was new. She could feel the bulge in Nat’s trousers, leaning into her cunt and she breathed deeply, trying to control her hands from ripping Nat’s clothes off. Who gave a fuck that they were in a crowded bar, when you want it this bad, you have to have it now.

“I take it you’re pleased I’m here,” Billie whispered, trying to avoid the tired, straight clichés, before taking Nat’s hand and leading her into a secluded part of the bar. Remembering to lift their drinks, Nat followed obediently. Luckily, there was a free ‘booth’, vacated recently by people who had obviously started their evening early and couldn’t last the distance. As they sat on the sofa-like seats, a barmaid appeared to clear the crowded table, removing the empty bottles, half-empty glasses and clean the ashtray which was overspilling onto the upturned barrel which posed effectively as a table.

Taking a seat was a mere formality. They both knew they would be leaving. Soon. The time would be soon.

Conversation seemed so futile. Neither of them attempted to talk. Nat turned to face Billie, running her eyes over the parts of her body (all of it) she longed to touch, needed to kiss. She could almost taste her sweet scent. Nat ran her hand along the outside of Billie’s thigh, under her short, shoe-strap, maroon dress until the sensation changed from silk to skin. She ran her hand along the flesh at the top of the stockings Billie had worn especially for her. Nat wanted to know what else she was wearing. Or not wearing. Billie knew how to tease her, it was never very hard.

“I’m going ‘commando’,” Billie whispered, “Just incase you were wondering!” She began to laugh. She knew that was where Nat was heading. No Nat was left with no excuse other than the honest, dirty reason. She wanted to touch her pussy, feel her fingers as they entered her. As they fucked her.

The rhythm in Nat’s breathing changed, Billie knew it was time to leave.

“Let’s go”, she kissed into Nat’s mouth. Nat could only nod in complete agreement. The desire had engulfed every cell in her body, in both their bodies. There was only one thing in Nat’s usually rambling mind. It completely took over her body, she almost felt as if she was watching herself. Nat loved to watch.

Nat fumbled to release her keys from her coat pocket. The journey home in the taxi had pushed her over the edge. Billie had kept her hand on Nat’s crotch the entire length of the ride, stroking and caressing the artificial bulge in her trousers. She knew that every time she moved it, it rubbed against Nat’s clit. The way Nat moved told her that. Nat knew that while she was doing that Billie was imagining what it was going to feel like inside her. Billie didn’t want a man and she knew Nat didn’t want to be a man. They both wanted it for the same reasons. Billie wanted Nat to hear her when she was as open as she could be, and Nat wanted to hear her like that. Neither of them were pretending it was real, Billie just knew Nat would feel the rhythm when it was inside her.

Nat pushed the door open and scrambled to find the light switch, not bothering to turn on the lamps. Candles and music were crying out to be used. Neither of them had the time or inclination to be distracted by such trivial issues. Before the door is slammed shut, the two bodies are already entwined, hands, arms, lips. Nat pushes Billie up against the door, knowing anyone passing outside will be able to hear them. She was aiming for seduction, not instruction, but her nerves held the flow. Nat kisses her lips, her neck, her shoulders as she runs her hands from her thighs, over her sides and around to caress her beautiful, firm breasts. Rubbing them harder, Billie digs her nails into Nat’s back while she grinds her crotch demandingly against Nat’s.

Nat moved her hands from her breasts only to venture around to the back of the black dress to tease her zip, opening slowly, letting her other fingers run down Billie’s spine. It unfastened easily and smoothly. Gently moving the dress off her shoulders, it falls slowly to the ground, forcing them to move apart to aid its passage. Nat took another step back to appreciate fully the semi-naked beauty which now stood before her. Taking this opportunity, Nat crossed the room to the hi-fi, shattering the silence. Something to start the rhythm. Nat lowered the volume, not listening to what was playing. She walked back towards Billie, pulling her T-shirt out of her jeans as she walked. She wanted to feel Billie’s hands massage her skin, feel her nails on her back, leave their marks as they buried themselves into her flesh as she pulls her closer, deeper. Nat took her hand and led her to the sofa, gently pushing her down. As her vision is obscured as Nat removes her T-shirt, Billie begins to rub her cunt, feeling the wetness as it flows from her. Nat sees what she is doing, and knows she is doing it to tease her. She knows Nat loves to watch, she’d talked about it often enough, right here on this sofa.watching her. In her mind she pictured how this evening would develop, but this wasn’t the time for the restrictions of a pre-conceived idea, no matter how great it was. They both knew it was what they wanted. What more did she need.


Nat unbuttons her jeans as Billie leans forward to undo her bra. Nat is naked except for the cock strapped over her cunt. Billie is naked but for the stockings and suspenders she so thoughtfully wore. Billie sits forward with her legs astride Nat’s. She touches Nat’s ass, lightly at first, then more vigorously as she stares at the silicon which is before her. She raises her eyes upwards and Nat knows what she is going to do.

First, she licks it. From base to tip, taking it all in her mouth and pushing down on it, knowing Nat can feel it push against her hard clit and feel her breath on her cunt. Nat places her hands on either side of her head tenderly pulls her mouth away as she leans her back on the sofa. Nat kneels down, between her thighs and ran her hands down Billie’s body, over her breasts, over her stomach on onto her cunt. One hand took more than a passing interest, rubbing firmly, feeling between the lips to feel the realisation of her true excitement. She lowers her head to taste her. Parting her lips, this time with her tongue, sliding it inside and feeling her lift her hips to take it deeper. Nat felt a strange surge of power as she pulled Billie’s hips herself.

She began to lick her clit, slowly and lightly at first. Nat knows how she likes it, but she loved to tease her. She begins to groan. Sighs of delight are beginning to be released more frequently as Billie begins to loose control of her breathing. Nat quickens the motion and the pressure increases. She doesn’t want to stop tasting her, but there’s something else she wants to do.

Nat rises to enable her to lower her body on top of Billie. Billie can feel the dildo on her cunt, and she moves to feel it at the entrance to he cunt, rubbing against her clit isn’t enough now. Nat holds back, wanting to kiss her, wanting her to taste herself. She grabs Nat’s ass as she pulls her closer, wrapping her legs around her:

“Fuck me,” she asks. Nat keeps kissing her.

“Fuck me,” she demands. Nat keeps kissing her.

“Fuck me,” she begs. Nat fucks her.

As Nat slides into her, slowly, patiently, teasing her, she gasps with an air of unexpected pleasure. Smoothly, Nat pushes until she hears her moan as the full intensity of what is happening washes over her toned and slender body. She massages the back of Nat’s neck with her fingertips, scratching lightly over her hot, moist skin. Before long, they have found their rhythm, hard and controlled. Billie takes it as deep into her cunt as she is able, ordering Nat not to stop. The feelings running through Nat’s body almost carry her away. She closes her eyes and feels every stroke pushing against her clit. She tries to imagine what Billie is feeling, and she listens as she calls out groans of complete and utter satisfaction. Her nails dig deeper and she urges Nat to fuck her harder.

“Make me come”, she begs as she leans forward, somehow managing to manoeuvre Nat onto the sofa so she could sit astride her, the cock still deep inside her. She moves her body forward so she can touch Nat’s breasts, then kissing them, biting them, devouring them.

Then she begins to move her hips, back and forth, up then down, quickening the pace with every motion. Beads of sweat run like morning dew, tracing their way between her breasts before vanishing out of sight. She was now in control. Nat loved it. Billie knew it. Nat moved to sit up to kiss her breasts, with one hand she pushed her firmly back onto the sofa. Everytime Nat tried to move, Billie did the same thing.
“You do what I tell you,” she smiled. Nat breathed deeply. She had moved from vulnerability to arrogance so smoothly the change was seamless. This is what Nat wanted.

“Just lie there and watch,” she teased Nat as she ran her hand over her body, her cunt, resting on her clit. She knew Nat too well. The more Nat watches, the more she wants. She kisses Nat, demanding her to kiss her back, forcing Nat to merely imagine while her eyes were closed. She fucks with more purpose now and it feels good, Nat can feel it against her clit. Nat knows watching Billie come will do the same for her.

But Billie is not ready to come, not just yet. The intensity pulses through Nat’s veins as Billies` hands leave her own body to caress hers. Nat is allowed to touch her now. She can feel every muscle in Billies` body storing the energy she is trying to expend. Her body tenses as she fucks and Nat moves her cunt into her, driving it deeper, harder.

“Oh, god, please don’t stop,” she cries in between gasps for air. With one final, soul capturing thrust her body explodes as her screams cut through the still night air.

She hasn’t just come. They both have. It happened without Nat’s consent. She wanted to enjoy it as every inch of Billies` body delivered pleasure and satisfaction to her.

With a soft tender kiss, you know. Everything is going to be okay.

Breathe

Just feeling your skin brush against mine was all that started it. Surely you felt too, the electricity that pulsed from me to you, surging through me the first time we touched. You had to have felt it, it had come from you.

I wanted so much to reach out to you, just to feel my fingertips softly touch your face but something in me stopped. Too soon. Or not soon enough. The hesitation was there even though it was the only thing in the world that I wanted to do.

And breathe.

You turned your face away from mine, no idea what you were looking at or if your eyes were even open. All I could see was you. I stepped closer, into you where you could feel the heat of my body behind you. You didn't move and that was all I needed. Gently I moved your hair away from your neck, my fingers brushing your skin again but this time I knew you felt it. As my arm moved around your waist you lean back in to me, so close that my lips found themselves on your neck, barely touching. I could hear your breathing deepen, mine did too, and while I lost myself in that you turned to face me. Your eyes looked into mine, seeing right through to my soul, everything I had wide open for you to see. I was certain you could see all that I ever was or could be.. I felt so naked. It felt so right.

Then your lips were on mine, lightly, simply exchanging breaths until the deepest one pulled you onto me. That kiss, that first kiss was more than it could ever have been in my mind. Every inch of my body awoke and danced.

I wanted to savour every moment, every inch but you pulled me into you and I could not restrain. A moan from deep within you and I knew that you were mine.

Passion instead of lust, longing instead of want. Was that only me?

Still your lips were on mine, our tongues teasing each other, promises of what was to come.

How we found ourselves by the bed I have no idea, where our clothes had gone I didn't care. Your skin on mine was all I knew, all I wanted to know.

You lay on the bed, and whatever connected us pulled me on top of you. It was almost more than I could bare, feeling your nakedness with mine, the softness of your body beneath me.

Still kissing you, I began to trace my hand along your side, down to your thigh and as I did you pulled your leg up, opening for my body to slip between you. I gently pushed your legs apart and moved myself down, my tongue leaving yours, running over your breasts, your nipple, your stomach. Down to where your wetness waited.

A rush of nervousness came over me. For so long I had dreamed about what you would feel like, how you would taste, the thought alone of feeling your warmth on my face had made me wet more times than I could remember.

Then tip of my tongue lightly touched your clit and the gasp from you rushed throughout my body. Teasing you was as hard for me as it was for you to bare. I wanted to feel your clit in my mouth, hear you as I gently sucked, still teasing it with my tongue. But I restrained, I had waited this long a little longer would only serve to make it that much sweeter. So I lightly ran my tongue from your clit, down to where you were open and wet and let it explore, pushing deeper into you, feeling your hips rise to meet each stroke. I needed to be inside you.

My finger traced where my tongue had just been, only entering you as deeply as my tongue had done, while my tongue retraced its path back to where you needed it to be. Slowly, I moved into you, each caress of my finger matched by my tongue. One finger, then two, now three, you opened to take as much of me as you could, losing yourself in the twisting and turning of my fingers inside you. I could feel you tighten around me as your clit throbbed in my mouth, your breathing faster still, deeper, moans from somewhere inside you I'd never touched before.

I could feel your hands on the back of my head, pulling at my hair, your hips raised even more still as you pulled me into you as far as I could go. You were close, I could feel it. I could hear it in your voice, lost to the sounds coming through you but from where you did not know. Nor did you care.

"Don't stop" you whispered "Please." I was never going to stop. Not now, not after all this time, waiting to be this way with you, waiting for you to feel you part of me as i dived deeply into you. And then you were coming, your whole body contracting around me, thrusting, gasping, pulsing, throbbing, your rhythm mine, my pleasure yours.

And breathe.

Slowly.

Deeply.

Simply breathe.

You said 'Let me touch you' but there was no need. My cunt ached to feel you inside it. It had to be now, and then it was. Your fingers moved into me slowly, manipulating me until I welcomed you inside, pulling you deeper. Deeper. Faster. More.

Still it was not enough. I wanted all of you inside of me, but more than that I needed all of me in you. Our bodies one. Your mouth devoured mine, your hunger palpable, my desire consuming every part of me.

Then your mouth was on my neck, my breast, my nipple in your mouth, your tongue twisting it around the way your fingers moved inside me.

Down you kissed, each time your lips reconnected with my skin electricity jolted throughout me.

Don't stop…



And you didn't.

The touch of your tongue between my legs exploded throughout my body, no longer did I feel in control of myself, completely at your mercy.

Slowly, you dived into me, exploring my depths with your tongue and your fingers. My excitement flowed as you teased and tormented me to the edge of ecstasy. Coiling my mind around your tongue I could feel nothing else in the world apart from you between my legs. You were in me and on me, through me and around me, everything was you. Deeper. Deeper. Breaths drawn from my very soul resonated from my body as you pushed and then pulled me over the edge.

And breathe.

Breathe. Something so simple to do, so hard to catch.

Breathe.

You kissed your way back up my body till you were on my lips, devouring me, your hunger for more clear. Gently I ran my nails along your sides until my hands cupped your face. Such softness underneath my fingertips, such sweetness to touch.

I could wait no more, I had to be inside you again, more this time. I reached my hand between your legs to find you wetter still than when I had left you.

With ease I slid into you, harder this time, deeper, more, intensity rising with your hips. You straddled me and thrusted onto my hand, yet still our lips never parted. Even through your gasps, I kept mine on yours, inside and on you, as much as I could.

And then they were off me, biting my neck, my shoulder, searching for something to get a hold of. More inside you now, I felt like you would take all of me into you. With every stroke you bit me harder. With every bite in you more.

Your hips dictated the rhythm, hard and fast. Inside you I twisted my hand, back and forth, hitting that spot, that spot, waiting for the moment I could whisper to you 'let go'.

And then it came, I felt it start to reverberate from your very core. You held it back, afraid of its strength, unsure of its vastness.

I whispered to "Let go," but still you held on, grinding, pulsing, thrusting, wanting. With the deepest stroke, I whispered again "Let go". This time you could do nothing else. So deep where your moans that they were almost silent, heard only with my body, vibrating through my skin. As you released, your nails dug into my back, holding on to let go. It rose from your soul, bursting forth in an explosion of rapture, the cry from your mouth echoed by your wetness below.

Your head fell on to my shoulder, your body spent. Gently I withdrew from within you and as I lay you on the bed what little strength you had pulled me onto you. Tightly you held me, your face buried in my chest. I had to look into your eyes, to see your soul as you had seen mine but I did not want you to move. You must have heard my thoughts, because as I grasped you tighter you pulled back. Your eyes looked up into mine and you placed a soft kiss on my lips before putting your head back on my chest.

"Thank you" was all that was heard through the silence in the room