Submissive Part II

…….Languidly you pull the hem of your boxers down, further and further until you’re sprung free from your boxers and a greedy smile spreads across my face and glints in my bright eyes………

I can barely see the trail of precum sliding down the head of your cock. When I begin to lick it, it bobs away from me, you chuckle and guide it into my mouth allowing me to lavishly lap up all the sweet and salty juice that trickles down your shaft. You taste so good that a moan comes from me, which makes you moan in return and push my head farther down on your hard cock until all of you is in my mouth.

Sucking you off takes some finesse without the use of my hands and I nearly lose my balance.

My tongue swirls around your head and I bob up and down your shaft. Your hips start to rock as I work my magic and I spur you on by gently racking my teeth back down your shaft towards your head, I begin to suck hard making my cheeks hollow with the pressure and rub my tongue in the little valley that makes up the ridge on the very tip.

You’re getting close now and grab a my fistful of my hair pulling my mouth off you, you pump yourself furiously while I wait, mouth open, for your warm salty seed to spill onto my waiting tongue. I flick my tongue across your cock’s head one last time and that’s all you need, you spill yourself into my mouth and I lap it all up eagerly, then I lick the drops that are on my lower lip and chin.

You call me your good little girl and untie me, but I’m not finished with you.

No, I’m going to tie you up, then we are going to do this all over again only with the roles reversed.

I’m not your good little girl and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

XOXO,

The Phoenix

Losing my virginity…

…to myself.

That’s right, tonight was my first night masturbating.

I know, right? I write all this sex and I have never experienced it with myself, the person that knows what I want and need best. Now that I’ve done it I can’t help but think,

‘What the hell is wrong with me? Why haven’t I been doing this all of my twenty years?’

To answer it simply I just never felt the need for it, until now. Why now? The Boyfriend is gone for another week and writing all of these past memories and thinking about how to make new ones, reading all of the pages on my blogroll, and just being a horny being in general I finally felt that need. Now the only problem that I am potentially going to find my hand wandering between my legs when I am supposed to be studying, or at work, or even just sitting here writing these posts.

I think that mainly I was just curious about what I felt like and the anatomy of a well toned pussy. I mean, of course I have seen myself but I haven’t ever felt myself. And I can understand why I’ve been told I’m amazing in bed: my pussy is as tight as a drum! Yay me!

I’ve got to say that I’ve had an epiphany and now believe that high schools around the nation are teaching sex ed wrong. Screw learning how to put the condom on the banana! Teach young teenage girls how to do this and they won’t need a guy! (except me, I still need you sweetie! *cough*)

If you’ve never gotten yourself off before, don’t be ashamed, I was there once too. I do feel, now, that every woman (and I am targeting women specifically because men are men, of course they’ve done themselves before) should do, simply to experience what any male (or female) experiences when they slip a finger in between a pair of wet lips. And don’t just pull down your pants and start going to town on yourself during your first time either, take some time, make it special, light some mulberry candles, drink a glass of wine (or if you’re like me and don’t like wine try Champagne or Bailey’s) draw yourself a warm bubble bath (not too warm, you don’t want to burn your clit off, not good) and lastly take your time*.

The naked female body is a wondrous thing and every woman should explore her own. If my own words don’t convince you to explore your own pussy then here are some posts from The OEN that might, she’s in my blogroll, check her out:

P.S. I am sorry about not being able to make it so that you can click on a link in my post and go directly to the post I am referring to, I’m not that comp savy. Any help would be appreciated.

Loving Pussy

Happy Fucking Labor Day: Threesome Part I

Happy Fucking Labor Day: Threesome Part II

Happy Fucking Labor Day: Threesome Part III

Happy Fucking Labor Day: Threesome Part IV

*I know that I am really inexperienced in pleasing myself and so some might be thinking, ‘What the hell is she talking about? She doesn’t know shit!’ but I am just stating (writing?) what would get me in the mood, or would seem nice to be but do whatever you want, as long as you end up doing yourself.

XOXO,

The (newandimproved)Phoenix

Submissive Part I

I feel the way that you do after you hold your arms out and spin and spin and spin.

Off balance.

That’s how I always feel when you tie me up.

Off balance.

When you show off your present by running the ribbon through your fingers while the oh-so-familiar glint shines in your eyes, I know. I know that you have some kind of punishment for this naughty girl.

You tell me to get on my knees and take off my revealing top, I readily oblige.

Then you slowly circle behind me, the length of time that it takes you is agonizing, finally you bend down to securely tie my hands behind my back and let them rest on the gentle slope of my ass.

You make your way around to stand in front of me and then walk away while all I can do is watch. You sit in a dining room chair, legs spread, one arm draped over the back, relaxed; waiting to see what I will do in my compromising position.

‘Come here’ your tone isn’t commanding, yet you aren’t asking of me either, it’s somewhere in between.

You watch as I struggle to my feet, like a foal learning to stand for the first time; after I’m standing I walk over to you and even though I am hovering over you while you sit I still have a submissive and acquiescent posture.

You tell me to kneel again and again I’m willing to comply.

You torture me when I see that you are hard beneath your boxers with your jeans unzipped, knowing that I can do nothing to free you hard cock with my hands tied as they are.

Next you torture me some more as you reach down and stroke yourself, you see the hunger grow in my eyes and begin to stroke harder.

I bite my lip and circle my hips with the thought of your tumescent dick buried deep within me, in my mouth, in my pussy and watching me squirm makes you moan.

I look up into your eyes and mine are pleading you to release your cock, I’m so hungry for your cum.

Languidly you pull the hem of your boxers down, further and further until you’re sprung free from your boxers and a greedy smile spreads across my face and glints in my bright eyes.

To be continued……..

Swinging

The sun beat down fiercely on her bare shoulders as he softly kissed her neck and along her collarbone; as he did this she leaned back on her elbows and titled her head towards the sun, soaking up the warm rays. It was bliss.

The park is empty, nothing around but the two of them and a swing set.

He stops his kissing, causing her to peak out at him beneath one eyelid. He begins to stand and gives a gentle tug on her hand, signaling that she should do the same. Groaning in protest she reluctantly gets to her feet and he pulls her towards one of the swings; he settles down and she slowly straddles his lap as he lifts her sundress over her hips and his fingers play at the strings of her panties that tie there. He pushes the loose panties aside and slips a finger into her slick cunt.

A moan escapes her lips and he places his thumb on her clit, swirling it around until she grips the swing chains and he has to reach one hand behind her back to keep her on his lap as she explodes in orgasm.

He pushes slightly off the ground while she catches her breath.

They go back to his apartment soon after, leaving the swing rocking gently by itself.

Feel

She loves the feel your tongue.

She loves the feel of it on her tongue, gently massaging the inside of her mouth and biting her lower lip. Letting her know what is to come.

You pull off her panties and carefully lay them to the side. A memento to what you are about to do.

You slide your boxer-briefs down to the floor and slide your long, lithe body back along hers.

She looks up at you and you know.

She’s not done with you yet. You can’t have what you want until she gets what she wants.

And you give it to her.

You kiss her deeply on the lips and then slowly glide your body down hers, stopping to suck and nibble on her breasts, making her nipples stand firm and leave a trail of kisses down her stomach.

You pause just above her wet and ready pussy, teasing her, making her hips rock with just the thought of your mouth on her; of your fingers in her, swirling around and around.

Your fingers barely brush her inner thigh, drawing ever closer to her begging cunt, until you flick your index finger across her clit.

She inhales deeply as your tongue runs up and down along her clit and flicks in and out of her cunt.
The fire starts to build up from her toes and her entire body convulses, she grabs your hair and pushes your mouth deeper into her.

Your hands grip her hips hard, leaving tiny, fingerprint bruises.

She collapses against the ground, spent and you raise your face, pussy juices dripping down your chin. She licks them off you and you kiss her.

She loves the feel of your tongue.

XOXO,

The Pheonix

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.

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….

The Lion, The Wench, and The Wardrobe (2)

Your thumb moves faster, and faster, and my orgasm builds and builds until I can’t take it anymore and I release in a white hot flash of pleasure, and a blaring scream bursts from my lips.

I collapse against you and state again,

‘We’re going to get caught’

I start to recover from my mind blowing orgasm and slip to my knees so that I am face to face with your rock hard cock. I unbuckle your jeans and let them slide down to your knees, then I ever so slowly peel the elastic of your boxers away from you and pull them down towards your jeans, freeing your tumescent dick. I take it in both hands and begin to massage the head with my thumbs and then I move down your shaft, massaging up and down the underside. You put your head down and brace your hands against the wall of the closet.

Slowly and gently I run my tongue from the underside of the base of your shaft towards the head, where I flick my tongue over you, inciting little moans from you above me. I take just your head into my mouth and continue to massage along your shaft. Then I take you in deeper, and roll my tongue about you, moving with my mouth back along the shaft of your cock towards the head, I take one hand slightly run my fingernails over the thin skin of your inner thigh. My mouth has reached the head of your cock and again I take you in deeper, just deeper than the time before, I do this over and over until your hips start to rock towards me in rhythm with my mouth bobbing up and down your shaft. Finally, I move back to the head and increase suction to the point the you take one hand and roughly grab a fistful of my dark brunette hair.

I can feel your cock harden even more and I know that you’re about to cum. I take you as deep as I can into my throat and I can feel you seed explode against the back of my throat. I swallow and languidly make my way back your cock’s head, I hold your shaft with one hand while I clean off your head with my soft, supple tongue and look up at you.

A smile plays across my lips as I say,

‘It’s just like the children’s book’

You give me a quizzical stare and I state,

‘The Lion, The Wench, and The Wardrobe.’

XOXO

The Phoenix

The Lion, The Wench, and The Wardrobe (1)

‘We’re going to get caught..’ I state in a barely audible whisper as we rumble around in the coat check room at the after party of the Lion’s victory over the Cubs. We tumble against patented leather, Dior, and Prada belongings as we ironically tear through each other’s clothes to reach that most desirable flesh.

You press me up against the wall of the closet and I can feel you hard beneath your jeans. You run your hand up my bare thigh and slip it under my Anthropology skirt to finger the lacy black French cut panties I’m wearing. As you glide your fingers past the lace barrier and slip them into my wet, awaiting cunt I grasp your hair and my lips hungrily seek out yours as a moan bubbles up from my throat. You gently swirl your fingers inside me, exploring the deepest sections of my core and begin to rub your thumb over my swollen clit. My breath catches and my knees go weak. You press me harder against the wall to keep us upright. I can feel the beginnings of an orgasm swell within me and I rest my head against the wall as my nails rake down your muscled back. All the while your fingers explore within me like harbingers scouting new land. Your thumb moves faster, and faster, and my orgasm builds and builds until I can’t take it anymore and I release in a white hot flash of pleasure, and a blaring scream bursts from my lips.

I collapse against you and state again,

‘We’re going to get caught’

To be continued……

XOXO

The Phoenix

From 0 to 60

Headlights on an open, empty, back country road. An erotically charged woman. And no one expecting them.

She sits in low luminous glow from the dashboard, she looks out the corner of her eye across the center panel and a slow, one sided smile creeps near the corner of her mouth. She reaches over and lays her hand on your inner thigh, gently stroking. You look over at her, and her smile creeps up even higher. She unbuckles and slips down off of the seat, she has to maneuver around the stick shift of your car and slightly fumbles with your belt buckle and zipper. At last she manages to free your swollen cock from its cloth barrier. Licking up your shaft, she rubs your head with her thumb and forefinger. And in one deep swallow takes all of you into her mouth. Her tongue runs over the skin on the underside of your shaft, right below the head of your stiff cock. Tracing her tongue around your girth she begins to suck, making her cheeks hollow with the pressure. Her fingers find their way to your balls and she gently massages them all the while moving up and down the length of your shaft.

Your adrenaline kicks in and your heart beat quickens, your foot involuntarily increases pressure on the accelerator. She keeps applying pressure to the head of your cock until you release so vigorously in her mouth that a drop makes it’s way past her lips and down her delicate chin and she swallows the rest of your pristine, white cum.

You might say that she knows how to handle a stick shift.

XOXO

The Phoenix