Kitchen Fire

You are cooking dinner when she sidles up behind you in the kitchen. She slides her spread hands up your chest and gently cups your pecs, pulling you backwards towards her to bring your bodies closer. Standing on her tiptoes she drawls into your ear,

“Is your kitchen still a virgin?”

You smile as you tilt and shake your head and slowly her hands start to creep down your stomach where they splay themselves out across your lower abs. She teases you by lightly raking her nails just below the hem of your boxers, making your heart beat quicken and blood start to rush to your ever ready cock. She unbuttons your jeans as she turns you towards her and lets them drop below your knees. Pressing her hand against your hardening dick she pulls your head down towards hers with the other. She kisses you deeply as the hand that’s on your tumescent dick begins to stroke, your moan pushes past your lips that are still pressed hard against hers.

She pulls away from you and looks into your eyes, mischief reflected back in hers; kneeling down before you she licks the pre-cum off the tip of your cock, savoring it’s sweet taste.

Mmm…

She runs her tongue around the entire girth of your head and takes you into her mouth. As she starts to suck and move up and down along the length of your shaft you grab her hair and your hips start to rock and it only spurs her on. On she goes, sucking you off in a way that has your mind exiting your body for a sudden vacation and leaving no forwarding address and just as you have her believing that you are about to cum you pull her off you. She looks up a bit baffled, then you push her back onto the cold, hard kitchen floor and thank God that she is wearing a very tiny skirt. Shoving her panties aside you thrust into her hard and deep, the smells of dinner burning wafts to both your nostrils but neither of you care.

You hold on just long enough to cause her to orgasm and her moans fight for dominance over the smoke detector that has started to go off, as soon as you feel all of her muscles contract and her legs begin to quiver you let go too. A moment later you both are collapsed against each other, hearts pounding, catching your breath.

And later when your roommates come home and ask what that burnt smell is, you say there was a fire in the kitchen while you were cooking.

And she smirks behind the roommate, and they have no idea.

Five Fact Friday

1. I am the most sex smart and sex safe of all of my friends, and thankfully too; having the most sex out of all of them.
2. I know that I write about sex a bunch but it is all with one person, whom I am in a committed, stable relationship with; therefore the least promiscuous of all my friends.
3. I am very food and healthy eating smart. I know what will keep me healthy, yet I can’t loose weight. Not that I really need to, but I do want to get a lower percent body fat. I am at 20% right now; which is exceptional for a woman but I want to get down to 17%.
4. I have never made someone in my family ‘die’ so that I can get a weekend off work to have lots of sex with a fuck buddy, or a boyfriend.
5. I don’t believe in sex without a condom and birth control combined. I am that paranoid about unwanted pregnancy, besides I can’t cum if I am too busy worrying about not getting preggers. And I can’t stand the thought of losing an orgasm.

Talk to Me

I don’t really like to talk or be talked to in bed, i.e. during sex. But you want me to give you positive feedback, however I’ve found that if I have to do that then I lose all pleasure and nothing good ‘cums’ from it. Haha, laughter in the face of losing an orgasm. I said that I would tell you if you did something that I didn’t like and I can understand how that doesn’t seem ideal to you, because you could lose your orgasm if I did. So, we seem to be at a crossroads, or maybe a dilemma is the more appropriate term.

You’re lovely and I hope you know that there isn’t much I wouldn’t do to see you smile, but please try to understand. Sex needs to be comfortable and if it isn’t then in my mind we might as well not be having it. I love you; and not to be too cliche, things will all work out in the end, if they don’t then it’s not the end.

Whisper

Make a List

Until I can actually describe in a proper manner how the words ‘I love you’ affect me, and what they mean here is a list of songs that describe it better:

I need you – LeAnn Rimes

Can’t take my eyes off you – Frankie Valli

Ain’t Nothing ’bout you – Brooks and Dunn

Rule the World – Take That

Everywhere – Bran Van 3000

How do I live – LeAnn Rimes

With You – Chris Brown

With Me – Sum 41

How Sweet it is – Rockapella

You won’t ever be lonely – Andy Griggs

The time of my life – Bill Medley & Jennifer Warnes

Must Be Doin’ Something Right – Billy Currington

All the Words – Kutless

In the Sun – Joseph Arthur

Cowboy take me away – Dixie Chicks

I’ll Be – Edwin McCain

The Way You Love Me – Faith Hill

It’s Your Love – Faith Hill and Tim McGraw

My heart goes boom – French Affair

The Dance – Garth Brooks

Right where I need to be – Gary Allen

A feelin’ like that – Gary Allen

When I Think About Angels – Jamie O’Neal

Closer – Joshua Radin

You and Me – Lifehouse

First Time – Lifehouse

A little more you – Little Big Town

Amazed – Lonestar

And there are so, so, so many more but those will suffice for now.

I love you, baby.

XOXO,

Whisper

This is just to say

The next few sequences of posts may be really sappy and soaked in romance and love, but to me that is a part of it all. To some it may be straying from the norm and if that is what some think and are disappointed that I’m not living up to their expectations, then those some haven’t read every word that I have written. Or perhaps I’m just not very good at expressing any mood besides ‘horny.’ Anyways, just to let anyone who doesn’t like or want to read about the love part of sex, that is probably what the next few posts are going to be about. Sappy, romantic, icky love stuff.

*sob*

OMFG!!! I am not loving life right now. I have two midterms this week, finals are two weeks after that. I am still looking for housing, I have one offer and still have to see three others. And they all need decisions with in a week and a half and I’m getting irritated, and short on temper. I have no food in my apartment, I haven’t worked out in three weeks (apart from woman on top sex, and even that I’m not getting much of); and it is all just coming at me so fast, and I am swinging as accurately as I can, but I can’t miss any of these fast balls and they are coming at 100 miles and hour! If I miss there is a chance that the ball will be high and embed right into my skull!

Please just listen quietly while I sob into my pillow.

*sniffle/sobs/tears/wails*

Ahhh….thanks.

Whisper

Five Fact Friday

1. There are only three weeks left in the term and I feel like I have not learned anything and am so not prepared for finals.
2. I got a secretly, tiny bit jealous of my boyfriends roommates for getting a head start on their tan.
3. I haven’t run or lifted in two weeks, but I’m have a lot of woman on top sex, so it makes up for it.
4. Although I love living by myself, I am looking for roommates and house/apartment right now and I’m actually pretty excited about it.
5. I get my kittykats in one month!

Three Months

It has been three months today. I can’t believe that it has been that long, not that it is a long time, but just that it only seems as we have been together for a week. I can spend all day with you and still want to spend all night there in your arms as well. And we don’t even need to be intimate with each other, we can just lay in bed and talk. Serious talks, humorous talks, talks about absolutely nothing at all. At the same time it feels like we have been together for so long that I don’t even remember when I was not with you. I know that I want to expand my writing and that is part of what this blog is, but I’m not good enough to convey the feelings that I have towards. The only thing that I can think of is:

* You make me shine.

We both know that neither of us likes celebrating something that isn’t an annual thing. But here is to the next three months. May they be as fast, as slow, and as amazing as the first three.

XOXO

Whisper

P.S. I love you….

Touch Me

Touch me….Stroke me….Please me….

I need to feel you. To have you force waves of ecstasy over my body. I need you to make me a slave to you.

Touch me….Stroke me….Please me….

You gently push me down onto the bed, and tug at my jeans while you kiss me deeply; running your tongue over mine, massaging as you explore my mouth. You pull away and lightly kiss a trail down my stomach as you slide my jeans down past my knees and let them drop haphazardly on the floor. You finger walk up my legs and let your hands pry at the hem of my panties, then begin to slowly peel them away from my already wet cunt.

Touch me….Stroke me….Please me….

You run your fingers up between my spread and awaiting legs and play with my clit; my legs buck a little and I gasp. Then using my own wetness you slip your fingers into me and begin with long, soft strokes; your rhythm feels so good that I involuntarily convulse. Your strokes quicken and so do the the muscles of my lower body, suddenly your mouth replaces your fingers and instinctively my legs clamp around your shoulders and pull you closer into me. You clasp my clit between your tongue and upper lip and gently tug, I can feel the first waves of an orgasm start to tingle up from my toes. Your tongue is working furiously now, it delves deep into my cunt, where juices flow freely, you move back up to my clit and suck and tug, suck and tug until my body can’t contain my orgasm anymore. My back arches, my muscles tighten and a white hot wave of passion washes over my entire being. But you aren’t done with me yet…

Touch me….Stroke me….Please me….

I barely have time to catch my breath before your fingers are there on my swollen and tender clit rubbing and running circles over me until you bring me to the edge again, and you don’t stop there. You keep bringing me over, and over and don’t relent until I am laboring for breath and begging you to never, ever stop.

Touch me….Stroke me….Please me….

Make Me**

“Make me”

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Those two little words, said by me, are what send him over the edge. I become a challenge. A dare.

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Something to conquer.

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In the real world I am stubborn and independant. My mother says that I would argue with God and piss off the Pope. I have been called a pain in the ass numerous times.

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In the real world if you ordered me to do something you would be given a look that very clearly implies go to hell.

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In the real world I am smart and bossy, and in charge of countless men, women and children all day, every day.

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In the real world I am opinionated, controlling, and always in the lead.

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Which is why the words “make me” fall so easily from my mouth. And why he is so easily inspired to do just that. To make me bend and submit. To make me his. To make me give in.

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It makes the conquest so much sweeter.

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He tells me there is victory in being able to dominate a strong woman.

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I tell him to go to hell.

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And he takes me to heaven.

**This post is actually written by a kindred spirit Pocket Secrets, her link is in my blogroll. Check it out.