Somedays, Even When I am Bad...

I am still the princess.

Sunday afternoon it was all about me.

About how bad I was.

About how good I was.

About how I must be an angel from a different realm altogether because "traditional" angels would not be able to give head the way I do.

I think Finn is over analyzing, but do not deny the whole angel thing.

Of COURSE I'm an angel.

A very naughty angel who loves to suck his gorgeous cock until he arches his back and pulls at my hair with his clenched fists, cumming in my mouth, deep at the back of my throat. I pull his still rigid shaft halfway out of my mouth and swallow the warm liquid, before going back down on his shaft.

Oh how I adore sucking cock.

But this isn't about sucking his cock. No, that comes later (no pun intended) and not in this post, because this post is about me, and my being a princess and an angel and being naughty and being teased and fucked and made to cum over and over.

And over.

And him deciding he would wait to cum, until later. When he could cum in my mouth.

It feels really nice to be his princess. I like being a princess, but not the spoiled kind you see on tv. No, my princess, while undoubtedly spoiled, is abundantly endowed with carnal treasures, as opposed to frivolous material possessions.

Carnal treasures. I have plenty of those, don't ya think?

On My Knees...

I take Noel's hips in my hands, nuzzling my nose against his crotch before tilting my head back and running my tongue along the underside of his cock.

As I reach the head it's my turn to slide his pants down, at least to his thighs and grab his cock with my hands, stroking it to bring the glorious liquid I am look for to my lips.

He lets me for a few moments before taking my wrists and pulling me back to a standing position. He pauses for a moment and then picks me up and impales me on his cock, while carrying me to the bed.

There will be time for small talk and getting caught up later, but never, ever in my time with Noel, either now or in the past when we were dating, have we been able to be in a room together without fucking first. At least not if we haven't seen each other for oh, say... a day.

So imagine the tension after 6 years.

Throwing me down on the bed, he leans over me and while kissing me, undresses me. Somehow he ended up naked but I am not sure how. I remember his mouth on mine, on my neck, on my nipples. I remember his hands on my legs, his fingers on my clit, his cock sliding into me as he bent over my body and bit me at the precise moment he entered me.

An hour and a half later, we're ready to talk.

I Miss...

After spending four days with Noel, I realized one thing.

I miss being in love.

After Johnny's death and the tumultuous time we had leading up to it, I needed some time to myself.

I didn't want to get involved with someone who would monopolize my time or insinuate himself on my plans. I know this sounds really self-centered, but I needed time to heal.

Finn is a darling and I adore him, but we have different lives and while we do connect on many levels, we both know it is what it is.

So I came back from a whirlwind 4 days in Nashville, partying and having crazy earth-shattering sex, feeling a bit wistful.

But I am also a firm believer that there is a time for everything and I am just now getting to the time when I am open again to the idea.

And just like that, once the gate opened and I let the idea in, really amazing things started happening...

I'm looking forward to the next few months. Should be interesting...

Same Time, Next Year?

I pace around the hotel room nervously.

I have adjusted my outfit, yanked on my short skirt, played with my lacy black panties underneath, buttoned and unbuttoned that one last piece of pearl...

He told me earlier he would call my cell when he arrived at the hotel.

I'm waiting anxiously. My pussy is already slick and the inner lips swollen and sensitive in anticipation of his arrival.

My phone chirps and I jump. My clit aches and it runs up to my belly.

He says he is in the lobby and will be at my door momentarily. We have plans for dinner but judging from the past it is doubtful we'll make it out of the room.

Noel is my ex-boyfriend. I haven't seen him in 6+ years, since right before I started dating Johnny. After our initial few years of dating, he moved away, got married and after that we have seen each other generally once a year or every 18 months.

He and his wife now have 4 kids, and his wife knows all about me. On occasion she has joined us, but this time around she sent him on his own. The last time I saw him they had 3 kids and the youngest boy was only a year or so old. Now he has a daughter who is 2.

Time flies.

There's a knock on the door and I jump. I wonder whether 6 years will change things for us.

Opening the door, my breath catches when I see him standing there. A little gray at the temples looks good on him. His hair is a bit shorter but still "stylishly scruffy". At 40, he is still really, really cute.

"Hey, baby" he says in an almost whisper and my stomach jumps as I throw my arms around him.

We kiss in the hallway until both of us are out of breath and we dance into the room and close the door behind us.

His hands are on my ass, and before I know it I have kicked off my shoes and am stepping out of my panties. How did this happen so fast?

My hand reaches down for his zipper and he grabs my wrists and holds them above my head with one hand. With the other he unbuttons my blouse and opens my shirt. My nipples try to burst through my bra. He leans down and takes one between his teeth, pulling at the lace barely surrounding it.

I start to squirm as he pulls the lace into his mouth and rips it with his teeth. His tongue finds the underside of my nipple as he coaxes it into his warm mouth.

My eyes roll back in ecstasy.

He is still holding my wrists, but slowly loses his resolve and lets them go. Deftly I unzip his pants and taking his long, thick, very hard cock in my hand, squirm away from him.

And drop to my knees...

Heading Out..

To Nashville for 4 days of partying.

No, really.

If I do not hae any stories when I come back on Tuesday, I have definitely lost my touch!

No Moral to the Story... Yet

Jack sits across the table from me at dinner, visibly annoyed.

I know he won't actually get mad, per se' but he is annoyed with me.

I have been driving my point home pretty hard about the soul-sucking parasite girl.

At first he was amused, but then I went too far.

He waves his hand and tells me enough.

"But..." I begin, but stop as his hand goes up again and fire flashes in his eyes.

"Ok, fine, but I don't want to hear about it anymore." I state emphatically and a wry grin comes across his face.

"Well," he begins, the edge in his voice barely contained, "Besides the fact that there is nothing to tell, I don't believe I was the one who brought it up to begin with." And waves his hand for the check.

I try to make small talk but he isn't having it. He pays the check and tells me he will get the car and I wait in front of the restaurant for him.

The night is beautiful with a soft breeze coming in off the lake and I start to feel wistful and a little sorry I have annoyed him.

A few minutes later, I see Jack's car approaching, but instead of stopping for me in front of the restaurant, he pulls into the alley just south of the building.

As I turn into the alley, Jack gets out of the car and walks around the front toward me. I stop and begin walking backwards, away from him and the car. He gets to me and grabs my wrist, pulling me toward him as a protest begins.

Yanking me around the front of the car I'm teetering on stilettos as he pulls me against him, wrapping his arms around my waist.

I can feel his heart beat and think I detect something hard against my hip. My own heart flutters and I swallow hard as he flips me around and folds me over the front of the car.

He leans in against me, grabbing me around the waist and pulls me back as he kicks my feet apart.

I hear his zipper as he reaches between my legs and rips my panties to one side, shoving his hard cock into my pussy. I'm bent over the hood, my head down, my ass in his hands.

His hand in my hair, pulling me back to hiss in my ear...

"Is this what you're afraid I'll do to her?" as he thrusts harder into me.

All I can manage as he assaults me are guttural sounds, whimpers of breath as he fucks me and my pussy grabs him.

"Is it?" he demands, grinding against me as he reaches around and rubs my clit.

"Yes..." An answer that comes out more as a whisper.

Jack stops thrusting and rubs my clit faster with his two fingers, keeping my legs wide apart with his knees. My short skirt is up over my hips, my panties torn off and somewhere in the alley and he has gotten just the right pressure on my clit that he knows I will do anything he wants.

"Say it." He demands.

"Yes."

"Louder!"

His fingers are circling my swollen little clit, my knees are spread on the hood of the car and he begins thrusting slowly into me.

"Yes... oh yessssss" I answer as I feel myself cumming.

He stops short of my orgasm and pulls out.

"Good. Glad we have that settled" he answers as he zips his pants up and gets in the car, leaving me looking at him through the windshield, still in a wild stance on the hood.

He gestures for me to get in.

I hesitate as I plan my revenge.

But only for a moment.

The Beginning of the Story...

Jack is one of those guys that rarely if ever gets angry.

He is one of the most even tempered men I have ever known.

Sometimes he infuriates me.

The past few months have been one of those times.

There's this girl who drives me crazy and not in a good way. She is a soul-sucking parasite disguised as a nice person. 

We all know this.  Jack knows this too.  

I can deal with her on a limited basis and at times I even feel charitable toward her, and am always pleasant when I see her and nice if she behaves nicely.

Every single time she fucks me over somehow. Or one of our group of friends.

Anyway, lately she has been hanging around Jack.  Showing up when he is out places, or stopping by his house...

It's like a teenager with a crush only it isn't cute and it isn't innocent.

When any of us mentions it he just smiles and shrugs. Says he knows her game so he isn't too concerned. Believes in the good in all people, even soul-sucking parasites.

He's very Zen.

Like I said, completely infuriates me sometimes.

Finn says I am just jealous.

I don't think that's it.

I just wish she would stay away from him because I don't want to see him get fucked.

Fucked over.

OVER.

Yeah, that too.

I brought it up to him and he smiled and told me he could take care of himself.

Yada yada yada....

(There's a point to this story.... trust me)