Being silly...

It was still summer and Twin and I were very horny. We were strolling on the campus when I dragged him behind a bush, unzipping his jeans. We just loved making out in potentially dangerous places. It was dusk and the place was quiet, so I had my skirt up around my waist and Twin his jeans on his ankles and thrusting and panting and about to cum, when suddenly we heard a sniffing. Twin almost jumped out of his shoes at the touch of a wet tongue licking his calf. The little fat dog was getting a high on our pheromones. It gave out a yelp and clenched Twin’s calf with its front paws and started humping. Twin was shaking his leg, “Get off stupid dog!” the dog would not be bothered. I was pinching my nose trying to calm a nervous bout of laughter. The bush began to shake. “Fifi! Fifi! Come on Fifi!” his mistress’s anguished voice called. Fifi could not care less as his humping got faster and “noisy”! “Fifi, what are you doing? Fifi, come on”. Fifi actually ejaculated on Twin’s leg, and Twin was incredibly upset and disgusted. He took the dog and threw him towards his mistress. The shacking bush and Fifi’s shriek made his mistress jump and take her dog under her arm and run away as fast as she could, a mask of terror on her face. Twin, a dismayed and offended expression on his face, yelled at me “I want to take a shower, and then I’ll take my revenge on you!”

Yeah, I know, this is quite silly, but I have been a little down lately, so I remembered this and it made me laugh…

The dream

His head resting on his folded forearm, I looked at him dozing. His full lips were slightly open, he breathed deeply, regularly. I loved everything in him. As I looked at him, I fell into a deep sleep feeling safe and happy.

From my deep sleep, I spaced between sleep and wakefulness where I felt light fingertips on my blouse buttons, and in a place where I was painstakingly conscious of each of their caresses, as of the faint breath of his opened mouth when he bend over me, but I did not move, I refused to admit I was awake. As long as I was asleep, it was something he was doing to me, something I did not have to decide. He opened my blouse so delicately. When he bent over me I could feel his shadow between the light and my closed eyes. His lips brushed my eyelids, landed on my mouth. He only held on to my hand, resting on it while he smelled my skin and licked it. The heat exploded in me and I desired him like I had never desired anyone else. I put my hand on the nape of his neck, pulled his mouth towards mine and kissed him deeply, but my hands met horns, the roots of which were buried in this hair. He was not at all a human! His musky scent surrounded us. He rubbed against me spreading his scent on my body. It was the doing of an animal, shocking and strange, but his scent was irresistible, it was rich, spicy, wonderful, so wonderful. I knew that as long as I would smell it, I would desire him. I rubbed against him. Like a cat in heat. He caressed me like no one had ever caressed me, awaking instinctive reactions I did not even know I had. Making me react like an animal. I felt hairy legs parting my thighs. I was making love to an animal. A goat. I suddenly opened my eyes. In a panic, shacking, “No”, I shouted, while brown hands grabbed my shoulders and forced me to lie down. During a terrifying moment, I believed he was going to force me, nail me down because he was stronger than me, like an animal, but no.

He remained lying on top of me, keeping me still yes, but only with his hands. I looked at his face trying to read his thoughts. There was nothing of an animal in the depth of his eyes, or at least no more than in my own. There was only Pan and what he was, neither human, nor animal. Nevertheless, he looked more like me than any other creature I may have met. We knew each other too well for letting anything come between us. What we were about to do went beyond all the laws of those of our species. My doubts had escaped me, leaving only desire.

I put my hands on his thin hairy goat hips and pulled him towards me. His hair was silky, his muscles firm, my hands slipped on his fur. I could not get a proper grip of him. He calmly resisted, forcing me to admit it was my needs I wanted to satisfy. It was something that had to come from me. I gave in and pulled him harder, but he still resisted. And I saw him smile. His mouth met mine, sweet as flowers, spicy as herbs, warm as the summer. Pan sled into me, warm and wet.

***

He slowly woke up; I could feel his erection against my thigh. He started very slowly, a rhythm for sleepy bodies on a sunny summer day, an exchange that led us languorously and doubtlessly to complete satiety. “First times are particularly charming”!

(Free adaptation of a piece of a novel by Megan Lindhom “Cloven Hooves”)

Incestuous twin sister

My hips were still moving to the rhythm of the song. So very enticing. I could feel him getting hard. A loud moan filled the room. “Oh, you are such a tease! Come over and get it”. He took me by the shoulders and bit my lips softly, I ate his mouth greedily, licked his neck, his collarbone; I almost ripped his shirt open in my urge to feel and taste his skin with my tongue. When both our shirts were on the floor, I covered him with my breasts. My nipples and stomach wanted to feel his heat and softness. Soon, our clothes were off and like a snake, my body slithered on his warm skin, it was such an overwhelming feeling. I licked his armpit, his nipple; he let out a gentle moan. I took my time, eyes closed, to get to his bellybutton, on the line of hair that showed me the way to what my mouth was eager to discover. I met a wet spot. My mouth found what it was hungering for. He was impatient. “Suce, salope! (slut)” I placed the head in my mouth, I first circled my tongue around the tip sending shivers down his spine until he closed his eyes. I swallowed him whole playing around his shaft with my tongue. He started to move in and out of my mouth. “Suce! Oui, comme ça, c’est si bon! Encore, continue, salope!” At the same time, I was playing with my clit, soon getting dripping wet. He pulled my hair, making me move faster, making me gag, saliva spilled over my breasts. When he was about to cum, he pushed me away and opened my thighs, bending over, his mouth ate my ripe plum with squishy noises. I was already shuddering with pleasure when he stopped and ordered me to sit on his lap. I straddle him, lowering myself slowly over him, until I could feel him completely filling me, our bodies like two pieces of a puzzle completed one another so perfectly. Gliding along his shaft, up and down, I was still staring at him. His expression was a mixture of lust, impatience, astonishment, and yes, happiness. He whispered in my ear: “I seem to have finally found you”. Oh, this made me go wild. Staring into his eyes, I could see a reflection of my own emotions. He then kissed me with such passion, his fingers entwined in my hair. We could hardly breathe and suddenly, it happened. The explosion. He was thrusting and moaning in a high pitched voice, wrapping his arms around me, not wanting to let go, biting my neck while I felt myself liquefying and crying loudly, my nails digging into his back. We were wet and slippery. We could not let go. I rested my hand on his chest, his heart was pounding madly. After a very long moment, when we came to our senses, he looked at me with a loving smile: “Will you be my incestuous twin sister from now on?”
(To be continued)

The Nest

The moonlight shone through the oeil de boeuf, directly on the bed.  He had taken me through a maze to his nest. I had to close my eyes for fear of dizziness when we ended up on the roof of the old house, on a footbridge that led to his room. He had lit a few candles.  A mattress lied on the carpeted floor covered with colorful cushions.  Pictures of him and a very pretty brunette, and some paintings hung on the walls.  "She left, she went abroad to work for an art studio, she said she wasn't coming back".  He had prepared some tea and we devoured the croissants. We chatted, discovering each other.  After a while, he pulled me next to him on the bed were we cuddled lying on the cushions, my nose in his neck inhaling his smell.  The night was dark and quiet. Some jazz was playing in a muffled sound on the radio. We dozed off. 

"….Hey, Frenchy, you have some crumbs on your cheek", he licked them off, and his tongue started exploring my neck, my ear lobe, it gave me goosed bumps. He gently sucked on my lower lip, following the rim of my lips with his tongue.  I opened my mouth and his tongue brushed on my teeth.  It was a mixture of soft, yet passionate play of the lips.  He was such a great kisser! The music was slow; I was lying on top of him, my hips moving to the music. We were suspended in time, feeling mellow, just the saxophone filling our ears.  Bliss!

(To be continued)

Did you know I was a vampire?

Our steps echoed in the dark. His torchlight did not light much, but it was an incredibly eerie sight. In the middle section were a series of arches that looked like a tunnel without walls, but on the sideways, in the galleries lined with windows and loopholes, dozens of very ancient-looking, eroded statues covered with dust, bird feathers and pigeon droppings were erratically scattered all over the place. Some birds were flapping and hooting in the distance. Something brushed past my hair, I was startled. “Don’t panic, it’s only bats”. “Did I tell you I was a vampire?” a sardonic smile appeared on his lips. He grabbed my arm and made me swirl, our bodies met in a slap. He pulled my hair back, bending me over. His lips were sucking on my neck, it gave me the chills. I needed air. Someone was staring at me with empty eyes, eyes watching eternity, almost dead eyes if it was not for the soft smile on her stone lips, she was beautiful. He was sucking and biting my neck. I suddenly felt dizzy. All these shapes in the dark, like frozen lives that would soon crumble into oblivion, curvaceous shapes that sang silent songs, I could almost hear them. Some shone in the dim light, subtle shades of grey and black, gusts of wind swayed past them, raising swirls of dust and feathers. I pushed him away. My nipples hard, I took his hand and guided it inside my cleavage, around my breasts, his other hand went down my belly under my skirt. I closed my eyes. He managed to get into my wetness and rubbed it. My hands unzipped him and felt his oozing hardness. I stretched my arms until I landed against one of the arches where I found a steel ring high up, I hung onto this ring. The torch light rolled on the floor. They were watching us as he pushed me against the wall, lifted my skirt, and made my back arch until it almost hurt. I turned my head to meet his lips, kissed him wildly, gasping. His hands wandered between my legs, split my lips open. His shaft was rubbing against my already dripping pussy. I could feel my clit swelling and throbbing. I arched my back even further so that his cock could slide inside me. We both gasped as my pussy took him in in one thrust. I was on my tip-toes, my legs shaking and my hips moved back and forth, my hands still clinging to the ring. I slowly started to wail as if he was still sucking my blood. I could hear his breathing in my neck, like a wounded animal, he joined me in my crying, the echo answering, multiplying the sounds that rose like a prayer in a cathedral. The shapes around us were flickering in the faint light, I could swear they had started moving, but was absorbed by our own shapes moving in the dark and the wailing that turned into a complaint. Suddenly, out of my throat came the cry of a dying animal and he joined me, our bodies shaking in ecstasy.

After a little while, in silence, we left the bridge. “You made me hungry, Frenchy. Let’s go and get some croissants, and than I’ll have you as a treat”, he said in a smile. Off we went.

(To be continued)

Do you dance?

I turned around to face the young man who has just tapped on my shoulder - a very cute, yet very sad smile on his face, curly blond hair and a blue shirt matching the color of his eyes. I let him come closer. In an embrace he put his arms around my waist and shoulder and said: “How would you prefer to die, shoot yourself in the head, slit your veins open or slowly walk into the sea and drown?” I almost laughed at him, but bit my lip “…. I think I’d prefer to die after making love, just fall into a blissful sleep and never wake up” “Oh yes, that would of course be a nice way to leave this deceitful world”, I was rather taken aback by this very melodramatic statement, which secretly made me smile, but I was intrigued.

“Have we met before? I seem to know you?” “No, I don’t think so,” I replied. “Strange, you seem familiar, like I’ve always known you”. He really made me feel awkward in a mysterious way. “Yes, I can feel this too”. He squeezed me, putting his nose in my hair and in my neck. “You smell divine, it is almost intoxicating! Mmmhhhmmm!”

A few more dances, no words spoken, I felt like I could stay there forever, my heart just pounding, “Let’s go to my place, and… I have a surprise for you. I think you’ll like it”. Well, yes, I have been dancing with this sexy sad young man, attracted like a magnet to him… now I was curious to see where the night would lead us. We left the party. I hopped behind him on his motorbike and hugged his tight nervous body. I enjoyed the closeness as the streets raced by in a blur. It was mid-summer. We were reaching the river, the silvery full moon was dancing in the water, and he suddenly slowed down, turned onto the riverbank, and stopped near a wall. We took off our helmets. He got a key out of his pocket. “This is my surprise for you”. He took my hand, leading me towards the fortified bridge that was brightly lit by a line of spots running along its sides. The bridge was built in the 17th century as a defense against invaders coming through the river. We arrived at the door, which opened in a crackle and a grinding noise. It is pitch dark inside. He found and lit a torchlight, and let me in.

(To be continued)

Orgasmic Birth

Dear Followers,

Returning from holidays, I was just catching up with unread blogs, when I discovered this video.  I wish I would have heard about this before giving birth to my children.  It would have done such a difference.  I hope my daughters will be able to beneficiate from this method.  Ladies, enjoy!

P.S. Now that I think about it, it is quite a symbolic way to start the new year!