Ants Over You

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You pick me up at lunchtime from work. I don’t have a long lunch time, but I work at a privileged location, with many bushwalking trails nearby.

It is a sunny Spring day, with the weather finally warming up. You take me to one of the trails and we go looking for a place reasonably private without much success. Being one of the first days of warmth in the year, the locals are out and about, walking through the bush, on the road, parking where we are parked, showing up everywhere.

We find a spot behind a tree and you make me lean down, pull up my dress and take my panties off, storing them in your pocket. You lick me, I suck you. We are right in front of the ocean, so I am afraid of bushwalkers passing through, or runners, especially one of my work colleagues; but also boats coming too close to the coast. It is something getting fucked watching a speedboat passing by.

Then you sit me on a rock, quite exposed, open my legs and eat me. We move again to a niche between some ruins, left overs from some sort of military fort. I lean in to get your dick in my mouth and apply myself to the task.

We move again and somehow you get to fuck me from behind, I’m leaning in, hidden in between two low walls, I can see your feet. They were right beside a log full of ants. ‘You have…. ah… ants… on… wow… on your feet’.  You miss it. Because you are not a threat to the bugs, they simply use you as their bridge.

When someone finally interrupts us and we are left un-climaxed and out of time, we end up going back to the car, I check your feet, the ants are gone without leaving a trace.

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Infidelity, Infinity in One Night

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I have been unfaithful. Recently though, I have slept with a married man. He gave me “the talk”, “bla bla bla, marriage is unwell, bla bla, no sex, bla bla, don’t want to leave the kids, bla bla bla”. It doesn’t make it right and I’m not sure “the talk” is accurate or even true. I did my best to resist. I didn’t, and I didn’t fool myself either. He was spinning the wheel to seduce me but I could see through it; it was a conscious decision to sin.

And what a Sin. What undid my resolve wasn’t the thrill of the prohibition, the promise of amazing sex, the desire or the compassion for a man who was horny enough to fuck a wall if there was a hole in it. What broke me down was the connection, how much we had talked all night, that he understood my language of believing and that he felt my sincerity and broke down his fake promises. Really deep down what I saw was the unique opportunity of living a whole relationship in one night.

And then he kissed me. It had been so long since I felt that wonder, like submerging in a bath of sparkling water. That thrill that touches all the skin surface. Mixed with the smell, the scent of heat, like animals… When you know you will have a one night stand you allow yourself to new limits sexually, you don’t have to hide, you don’t have to pretend. This was a step further than that, it was the emotional one night stand, because there is no possibility of this going any further, you can allow your heart to take you where your sex want to go.

It means you can fuck and fall in love all in one night. That is what I did, like my silly heart can do, I took his smell to memory, his dick to my mouth and his pleasure to my core. I let him suck me as much as he wanted for as long as he felt like. My heart got permission to like and love everything. It broke when I didn’t answer his contacts the following days when I broke off and apart. What made me strong then was how much I fell for him during that one night. I have been through a separation before, I did not want to go through his, if it was even possible that it would happen.

But I couldn’t stop myself from wishing he was single, but then, would I have allowed so much, so soon, so intensely?

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Lust is in the Air

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I don’t know what goes on at the end of the year. It has a different feel, more people get into online dating, they get more active and more aggressive.

They start asking you out for dates quicker and people talk to you on the streets.

Guys get bolder at work and in the bars.

There is a lusty vibe in the air.

Logic can explain most of it, people are disconnecting from work and the overflowing energy goes to the other head maybe. Or the belief that you have to kiss on New Years Eve puts a clock into finding someone.

I like it, this is how it should be all year round. At least for someone whose highest value is intimacy like me. Forget about working and sports and all that crap!

Let’s f*k more, live more, connect more!

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The Wolf of my Dreams

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He was tall, much taller than me, which is not too difficult. This was a man whose head you could see above most of the others in the bar. He wasn’t skinny, something between thin and athletic. I wish I had paid more attention to his body, but I was riveted by his eyes… or his magnetism, or his face. Hard to say what took me in so profoundly.

This man I had never seen before and chances are I’ll never see again. He had black hair with at least half of it turning grey, it gave him character. Looking so well behaved, with his dark suit and infrequent smile, I could see him running naked on a snowed forest. What makes my mind conjure this image is the beast I see beneath his skin.

His eyes, they were light grey on the inside with a dark ring on the outside, like a wolf’s. I am one of these people that don’t remember faces very easily but his I can see if I close my eyes. His smile was sweeter than I would have expected by a kind a ferocious nature I attributed to him.

People were around him as if he was just another person, with their beers and conversation. Women not even looking, just a normal guy, and possibly one that was mildly good looking. But for me it was as if a demi-god was disguising himself among the mere mortals and put a spell around him to protect people from finding out the truth.  Except I could see through the spell his real nature. There are so many books about werewolves, vampires, fae and other fantastic creatures among us, that if they are real I am sure this man was one of them, some kind of special.

I have my doubts that he himself knows what he is, maybe he is unaware of his true nature, like so many of us.  I know my true nature, I am one that sees and empathically feels the world around me. I wish that one day I can feel the embrace of someone like my grey eyed man around me…

What could I have done? Other than giving him the opportunity to talk to me? It is a trap this thing of looking for a man who is strong and has initiative in a shy society like the one I have chosen.  If I had approached him I would have destroyed the possibility of letting him be the hunter, be the strong masculine figure, forever. If there is justice in the Universe and he is the man I think he is, our paths will cross again and the chance will be there, intact.

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The Three Day Intercourse

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I was there, against the wall, half naked, pinned down by a hot and sweaty gorgeous man, when I got to the city and had to stop writing to get to work.

It didn’t help that the first person I saw was ‘him’, the man himself, the one I was using.

I don’t believe in the concept of ‘using’ people anymore, at least not among consenting adults in a free society. But in this case, I was using this man’s body and if I’m lucky he will never know.

For either many or no reasons at all, we will probably never have any real thing and his personality is very different from my fiction. My erotica.

On my pages he is adventurous, daring and ends up having sex with this woman. The problem with me is that it took me three days to write it.

Early mornings, lunch times and evenings and yet, at each needed break it was as if I was there, in a movie, being pleasured and paused. I was working and shopping and sleeping with half my soul, the other half stuck in the scene I was creating.

That morning, seeing the inspiration in real life, made me swallow with difficulty, my heart racing, my mouth dry.  My desire was to say ‘excuse me’, reach out, pull his shirt out of his trousers unbutton it from the bottom up but only until it reached his chest, open the shirt passing both hands around his chest reaching for the back, then lifting the left side and looking at his back, seeing for the first time his tattoo without the layer of a t-shirt. Then bending, touching my lips to the tattoo, leaking it and planting a kiss on the inked skin.

After that, just coming back up, looking inside his eyes, buttoning it all up and putting it to right, inside his trousers, preferably brushing against his (hopefully) hard member. Turning around and going back to work as if nothing had happened.

But that was just another fantasy, luckily this one only lasted a split second.

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