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Kind of Blue
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Submitted on behalf of a friend.
Kind of Blue
I was trying to remember the last time we'd made love. It had
been that long...so long that I really had to concentrate to remember
the day. So long that all day at work I could only think of him. I'd
be in a meeting, listening to someone drone on and on and find myself
thinking about how his cock feels in my mouth. The sound he makes
when I lick from down behind his balls up to his asshole. The way he
kisses me after coming in my mouth. The way he pushes my legs
together when he fucks me. The way he breathes my breath when I
come.
Well...you get the idea. Not a very productive day.
He travels a lot. I travel a lot. We don't have as much time
together as we want. We don't have as much time together as we need.
Our relationship started with sex and revolves around sex, which is a
pretty delicious way to get to know someone. But we touch the heart
and the mind as well as the genitals. I'm not ready to trust in
love, but I'm open enough to trust in this. Right now I can be a
friend. He has a set of keys to my house but I won't move in with
him. I don't see how it would make things better between us than
they are now. Then again, I don't usually have days like this where I
find myself so deeply in a fantasy about him. Twice today someone
came in my office to ask me something and I was blushing so hard they
asked if I was feeling all right. I laughed it off but my panties
were so wet I finally went and took them off and threw them away. I
began to feel kind of blue.
That feeling made me think about him even more. Miles Davis' Kind
of Blue is what he likes to listen to when we have sex. He thinks the
rhythm is just right, the intensity is just right, and that it's the
perfect musical description of how I feel after sex.
He asked me to promise that I wouldn't masturbate between our
times together. I'm not sure I can keep that promise tonight.
It's almost 8:30. Finally, the last report is done. The last
problem cleared up. I can go home. I play Miles in the car on the
way but turn it off so I can concentrate on driving. I've never been
this horny for anyone. I hope he's in town tonight.
When I pull into the driveway I see his car. I almost come. I
open my blouse and spray a little #5 on my breasts, get my briefcase
loaded with work I know I won't get to tonight, and walk in the house.
He's sitting there in my chair, feet up, listening to Miles,
drinking a very dry Gimlet.
"Have you had sex with anyone today?" I ask.
"Just 2 women and a man," he says jokingly.
"Would you care for more?"
"It's a thought."
"Could I suck your cock while you think about it?"
"You know, that might help me make up my mind."
I kick off my shoes, go to him and kiss him while he takes his
cock out. It's just getting hard. God I love that! To take him in
my mouth and feel it grow hard and hot. When he's completely hard I
start moving my mouth up and down on the shaft. His cock is so
perfect for sucking. Thick but not too long. A nice mouthful without
getting gagged. A cock you can really work.
I take the tip into my mouth and feel its heat on my tongue.
Kissing softly on the underside with my lips, I take his balls in my
hands and stroke them gently with my fingertips. He slides down in
the chair to give me better access. I move down as he does and take
one of his balls into my mouth, rolling it around with my tongue, then
the other, moving it the same way. He starts to moan, making that
sound I live to hear. I move further down and suck on the flesh under
his balls, making drops of precome squeeze out the tip of his cock.
I stop for a moment to look at his face. His eyes are closed and
he's breathing deeply. I want it to last. I want to feel him in my
mouth as long as possible. I get up. "Where are you going?" "Not
far. Just stroke it for me while I fix us a drink." He takes his cock
in one hand and moves it slowly up and down, watching me as I shake up
a fresh batch of Gimlets. I pour one for each of us and take a deep
swallow of mine. I kneel down in front of him again, take an ice cube
from the shaker and start sucking it while I watch him stroke that
magnificent cock.
Penis envy?
Nah...just penis admiration.
When my mouth is as chilled as my drink I move his hand away from
his cock and take the tip into my mouth. He grabs my hair and pushes
all the way to the back of my throat. I know the cold will delay him
for a while so I can keep him in my mouth as long as I want. I move
my lips up and down just like he stroked, from the tip all the way to
the root. Sucking hard then soft; going up to the tip and sucking
just the slit until he grabs my hair again and pushes me back down.
When he grabs my face with both hands and starts fucking my mouth
I let him get close then pull away and grab the tip and squeeze it
hard until he slows back down. He can control his orgasm. He slows
his breathing down into his belly, drop his shoulders, and relax.
Then I start again. Twice, three times, he gets to the brink.
The fourth time, neither one of us can stop. He comes in my mouth
with deep, fast. short strokes while I suck as hard as I can.
I swallow his come.
He pulls me up and kisses me with that kiss. That suck-my-breath-
out, pull-my-cunt-up-into-my-chest kiss. It makes me come. He knows
it.
I sit back on my heels and watch him as he stands up and takes off
his clothes. It excites me to watch him strip down until he's
completely naked. He walks over to dim the lights and I watch him
move with that catlike grace. Lean and sensuous, his male body a
complement and accessory to my female body.
His cock is still a little hard. I can't take my eyes off of him
as he moves around, mixing us another shaker of Gimlets, walking back
to me. He stands in front of me and pours me another drink. I take a
sip and watch as he sits back down. I can tell he wants me to stay in
charge of the moment for now. I love that. I love it when he lets me
be in control.
"Go into my bedroom and wait for me," I tell him. He gets up
without a word and walks down the hall to my room. I can tell he
wants to play hard tonight.
I follow him to the bedroom. "Finish your drink while I change."
I go into my walk-in closet and take off everything, then put on a
pair of black silk panties. I pull down three silk scarves from the
top shelf.
I move to him and take his cock in my hand. I kiss him, pushing
my tongue into his mouth sucking his breath into mine. "How hard do
you want to play?" I ask. "As hard as you can," he whispers.
I take one of the scarves and tie his right hand to the canopy
rail. That small amount of bondage makes his cock start to
throb. I watch his heartbeat in his cock as I tie his left hand
in the same way. I want to take him in my mouth again but I
resist the urge and focus instead on other needs.
I move behind him and kneel down. I spread his legs apart and
reach up between them to massage his balls. I open the drawer of the
nightstand and take out the bottle of Binaca that my former lover gave
me. I put two drops on my tongue and lick the flesh behind his balls
up to his asshole. Four or five times gets that space really heated
up then I start fucking his ass with my tongue. He pushes back
towards my face as I force my heated tongue into that tight, hot
opening. He makes that moaning sound. That deep down "fuck me"
sound.
So I fuck him. My dildo, which I can't use because of my promise,
is also in the nightstand. First I blindfold him. That makes me feel
even more in control. I lubricate the dildo and slide it slowly into
him. He leans back towards it allowing me to fuck him. Holding it
firmly inside him, I move around in front of him so I can watch his
face as I manipulate the rubber cock in and out of his ass. The way
he moves and the way he moans gets me so excited that I reach into my
panties and start rubbing my clit.
Well...I didn't promise I wouldn't masturbate when I was *with* him!
I can tell he's getting close when he starts clenching his ass and
thrusting hard towards me. I stop then and slowly pull the fake cock
out while I suck lightly on the tip of his.
I realize that the CD player has cycled around to Miles again.
I'm ready for my release now. I'm ready for him to take me. I untie
his hands, take off the blindfold, and look into those eyes. I want
him to fuck me. I want to feel him as deeply as he can be in me. The
urge is so strong, so overwhelming, that I almost lose my breath.
He knows what I need. It's time for him to be in control.
He kisses me deeply then softly pushes me back on the bed and
slowly pulls off my panties. He watches my face, knowing that the
roles are again reversed and now he's totally in control of me. He
pushes my legs apart and kneels down between them. He puts his head
between my legs and cups my clit with his lips, then uses his long
pointed tongue to lick my cunt.
I feel so hot and slick. He moves up and kisses me and I can
taste myself on his mouth. He puts his cock just barely inside
me. My hips start rotating around the head. He doesn't move any
further in. This usually drives me mad but tonight I can move at
his pace. He pushes my breasts together and starts licking and
sucking on my nipples. I can feel the heat building up in me and
I start pushing harder against him. He pushes my legs together
to keep me from wrapping them around him and pushing him all the
way inside me. Still he's just barely in me and I can't stop
moving around and around on him. We stay in this position for
what feels like a lifetime before pulls my knees up and plunges
deeply into me. He fucks my mouth with his tongue then takes my
hand and starts sucking my middle finger while he's slowly
pumping his cock in and out. When it's slick and wet he moves my
hand to his ass.
I push my finger into his asshole and he makes that moaning sound
again. That's all it takes for me to start coming and soon he's
coming with me, pushing harder and deeper as he empties into me.
Big tears roll down my cheeks. He licks them away. "Kind of
blue?" he laughs.
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