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Red on the Head Means Fire in the Bed (P. 2)
Red on the Head Means Fire in the Bed (P. 2) (Note: if you find yourself thinking "What the fuck? That's random," it's probably explained in part 1, i.e. the references to the farmer's market and subway.) Ding-Dong. Fuck! Your body begged you to keep going but your brain wrestled for control. The package! You had totally forgotten about it. You had been waiting weeks for it to arrive but each time FedEx tried to deliver you had been out. Yesterday you were at the Farmer’s Market. The day before that, you had given into a sudden craving for Subway. You knew this was the last time to sign for it before it was sent back to the distribution center. In a sudden scramble you leapt out of the shower. You rushed to grab your clothes but the clock in your head was ticking down. You just snatched a towel and wrapped it around yourself. Screw it. You only need to sign anyways, you reasoned. Breaking out the bathroom with your hair soaked and water dripping to the ground, you bounded down the hall toward the front door. You flung it open. I stood there, tired and sweaty with my hands on my hips. For a moment both of us were speechless. “Um.” I finally said. “My, um, car broke down and my phone died.” My eyes were straining, trying not to acknowledge that you were wearing only a towel. “I was hoping someone would let me borrow their phone so I can call my friend?” You stood there for what felt like minutes. Emotions were racing through your head. There was shock. What are the fucking chances? There was embarrassment. Why did you have to choose the towel? But another feeling grew stronger and stronger until it pushed the others to the side. Excitement. You thought back to the moment when “All Natural Cougars: Redhead Edition” lay at my feet—the look on my face as I tried to pretend that I wasn’t hot for you. You could see it now in my eyes as I struggled to keep my gaze above your shoulders. In your rush to open the door you had forgotten how small the towel was. It had to rest low on your breasts in order to cover all of what would be blurred on television. But embarrassment was no longer on your mind. "Yes," you smiled, "I definitely think I can you. Come in." As I followed you through the door my eyes were finally freed of guilt. I took in your sexy body. There’s a certain sensuality of a woman wearing only a towel. Lingerie is stimulating, but a towel teases. It keeps your imagination racing of what in an instant could be revealed. Each passing second became a moment of suspense. You knew this. You soaked in every second of holding me captive in the suspense. You swung your hips side to side and my mind went wild imagining what your naked body would look like without the towel. You let it slip just a little. My breath came to a stop in my lungs. Your phone was in your room. “I’ll be right back, let me grab it.” But you took your time walking down the hall, fully aware that you were driving me wild with excitement. The excitement was now running through your body too as you squeezed your grip on the towel. You entered your room and closed the door. “Holy shit,” you thought. “I’m going to fuck this .” You knew that was how the story ended. The only part of the plot that remained a mystery was what sets the climax in motion. On the bed you spot “How to Catch a Cub,” open to the first page of Chapter 1. For a moment you think. Then, a mischievous grin spread across your face. You pushed the door open and moved across the room to the other side of your bed. There you can see me waiting in the living room with my back turned. You take a moment to collect yourself. Ok. This is happening. You turn your back to me. “Can you help me over here?” You sing from the bedroom. The sound of me turning towards your voice sent your heart racing with a sudden nervousness. You took a deep breath. Then, slowly, you let the towel slip seductively off your body. From where I stand I should be watching as you reveal the whole of your naked back from your shoulders to your hips. The height of the bed would keep the rest hidden, adding even more suspense, you had thought. You cooed with your sexiest voice: "I think I need you." You closed your eyes and tuned your ears, straining to hear whether I’ve taken the bait. Seconds go by as you just stood there. You opened an eye. 'Oh my God,' you thought, 'what have I done?' But all you can do is stand there, naked and vulnerable like never before. “Hey.” You spin around at the sound of my voice, deep with lust. I was leaning against the doorway. Slowly, I strode toward you with eyes that sent whatever remaining doubt or fear fleeing from your heart. Now it beat wildly sending electricity through your veins. This was happening. “I heard that red on the head means fire in the bed.” I said seductively. You looked confused, so before you could ask if I stole that line from the porno DVD I embraced you. The world faded out of view until the only thing you knew existed were my lips and my arms as they clasped your naked body to mine. You felt your body melt in my hands as we kissed deeper and deeper. We went stumbling across the room in a lover’s dance, crashing into the wall. For a moment we broke apart. Our eyes gleamed before we plunged back into each other’s bodies. Grasping your breast I lowered my kisses to your neck, then to your collarb. Your hand ran through my hair. You caught a glimpse of the bulge in my pants. You made a dash for it, sinking your hand down into my waistband. But you could barely run your fingers over it before I grabbed your ass, lifted you up, and we went barreling onto the bed. I reared back on top of you and stripped off my shirt. My abs tightened and stretched as I reached over my head to throw the top to the side. The muscle pulsed as I flexed my body far less subtly than I imagined in my mind. Your face was flushed, both from the excitement and amusement. I was doing everything I could to impress you. It was endearing—the cockiness of youth. I stared down and took in the whole of your beauty. It was the site that had teased my eyes since you first walked by me in that tight red dress. Now, I was going to take my time appreciating all of it. Your breasts were my first delight. I crawled down your body so that I could look you in the eyes as I devoted myself to them. They felt so perfect in my hands as I ran my lips over them, kissing, licking and sucking. Your nipples were hard waiting for me. I enveloped my mouth over one, drawing circles around the other as it waited its turn. The tickle drove you crazy. Then I began to lower my kisses. Your stomach. Your hips. My mouth caressed your inner thighs. The kisses turned to tantalizing licks as I moved closer and closer and your legs spread further and further apart. Looking up I watched your eyes falling into the drunkenness of pleasure. I smiled, knowing that soon they would be rolling out of control along with all your other senses. I spread you open and ran my tongue softly across your moist pink lips. Your eyes shuddered and you started making the sounds that were music to my ears. Your body was now my instrument, and I intended to you as loudly as I possibly could. My tongue dove into your pussy, following your moans as I searched for the perfect tuning. You closed your eyes and sank deeper into the warm bed sheets while I took my time pursuing all the sensations hiding within the folds of your lips. I teased you with short bursts over your clit. Finally, when your moans turned to dirty words, I decided it was time to really test the volume. I plunged my mouth over your clit and you shrieked in delight as my tongue fluttered that magical spot. Once again your breathing surrendered to the needs of pleasure, staggering as I smothered you with my mouth. As each glorious minute of sucking and licking passed, you became louder. “Oh shit. Fuck yea!” you shouted through gritted teeth. But I wanted you louder. I slipped in one finger, then two. Slowly but sweetly I worked my way toward your<b> g-spot. </font></b>Soon your hands were moving with a mind of their own. In manic frenzies they clenched tightly into fists or stretched every muscle in your fingers to its limit, shaking all the while. They were the first to tell me I had found the spot. While I stroked they began to scramble madly, grasping at the sheets as if searching for an anchor to hold your body through the coming hurricane. Your legs latched around head and I buried my mouth further inside you. Thought had already fled entirely from your mind. Only a vacant awareness of the ecstasy that was flooding through your body remained. As the brewing storm came closer and closer, you began to utter with more and more desperation: “Ohhhhh my god..……Ohhhh my God!…...Ohhh my God!!...Ohh my God!!! OH MY GOD!!!! OH MY GO-” Suddenly you went silent. Your body trembled. Your eyes, entirely wasted on pleasure, disappeared behind quivering eyelids. My tongue was glued to your clit and my finger inside you as you squirmed around me. “Fuuuuuuuuckkkkk!” You were finally able to gasp. I felt the lock on my head loosen as your legs turned limp and I let your body collapse to the bed. You struggled to breathe, exhaling only in whimpers "whoohoohoohoo….whoohoohoohoo.” Your body was still twitching and your eyes were far from sober as I pulled myself up to kiss your mouth. ...to be continued |
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