ms-vindicta

1208.

 

Strutting across the slew of rooms along the corridor, she spied the number from the corner of her eye and gave a knowing smile.

 

 

That one was good, perhaps this one would be even better. 

 

 

Throwing open the door as she reached the end of the corridor, she gave a little sniff.

 

 

The smell of hot sex still lingered.

 

 

Sauntering in, she noted his absence.

 

 

Late as always. Oh well, she’ll just have to start without him.

 

 

Stripping down to her brassiere, she plopped herself down on the linen sheets, spreading her legs wide.

 

 

Running her fingers across the edges of her lace-rimmed bra, she gave a tiny sigh as she unhooked it with a deft flip.

 

 

What a waste, Victoria Secrets indeed.

 

 

As she tossed her head of auburn hair, she traced the curves of her generous bosom with one hand, while the other trailed down to seek solace in the depths within her.

 

 

Her nipples responded accordingly, hardening to form two pink buds. As the heaving of her breasts became more apparent and her breathing hastened, the panties soon gave way to reveal her silky-smooth thighs, of which between laid another bud, albeit of a different kind altogether – engorged, pulsating, and aching for attention.

 

 

And attention she showered. Prying open the lips of her pussy gently with one hand, she inserted the index finger of another, then pulling it out easily, gaining momentum. This she did with increasing speed, plundering in and out of the dark, moist pit. 

 

 

She was really, really wet.

 

 

Just as she was starting to shift her attention to her clitoris, the door opened and he strolled in, whistling a cheery tune.

 

 

Spotting her naked frame, then her hands which were conspicuously playing between her legs, and finally the look of pure enjoyment on her face, he stopped dead in his tracks, his eyes glazing over with lust.

 

 

Approaching her cautiously, he gripped her arms, and as expected, a struggle entailed.

 

 

How dare he stop her, just as she was at the brink of an orgasm? He’d better make sure he made up for it.

 

 

As if reading her thoughts, he dived down while still holding onto her arms tightly, devouring her ravenously.

 

 

Still miffed at being deprived from having what she was sure would be an explosive orgasm, she thrust her pelvis forward, forcing him to come up for air.

 

 

Useless bastard.

 

 

Frustrated at his lack of oral skills, she gave him a hard kick on his shoulder, shoving him off the bed.

 

 

Returning to her previous task, her hands made their way down, rubbing, stroking and circling with expertise.

 

 

The orgasm she had blew her away.

 

 

Throwing on her clothes while her clitoris still throbbed away furiously, she shot him a dirty look as he laid on the floor in a daze, gazing at her pathetically.

 

 

“Can we give it another try?”

 

 

“What do you think?”

 

 

With a flick of her hair, she left, with nary a bother about shutting the door.

 

 

The lyrics of Pink’s latest song played by an ignorant neighbour came blasting in, aptly wrapping up the night’s action.

 

It’s just you and your hand tonight~ 

 

 

i personally like the ending alot. pink’s songs are great, all ego-busting. heh.

 drop me a comment to let me know what you think of this story.

and the theme for the next erotica story?
i’m thinking zoophilia. hur.  

 

- - - - - - -  

 happy 1 and a half years boyfriend!

i know i said i wouldn’t be back till friday (the pile of notes on my desk are beckoning me over) but i absolutely have to blog this because it’s so bizarre!

 

i had a sexual dream last night.  

ok, technically it wasn’t last night cause it was about 7 in the morning today that i had it.
i was studying on my bed when i fell asleep.

and well, it was a three-way sex thing, involving me, a blogger ( i won’t say who it is), and *coughs* my sister.

I KNOW. like WTF? my sister?!

so apparently we three were at goodwood park hotel. i spied the name of the hotel before i went in so i’m quite sure it is.

i’ve never been there in real life before though.

so we were navigating through the maze of hotel rooms, trying to find ours when we *gasp! spotted our aunt.

i have no idea what she was doing there alone but at least she didn’t have a guy with her and a guilty look on her face. 

when she saw us, she walked over, gave the blogger ( i shall call him b) a onceover and then asked us what we were doing.

smartypants me told her we were doing a school project on goodwood park hotel, and that b was our interviewee for the day, only, i was stuttering the whole time.

of course the aunt shot us a suspicious look, but she didn’t say anything else, and just left.

 

so me, b, and the sister proceeded to our hotel room.

instead of ripping all our clothes off and engaging in a romp, b and i decided to go grocery-shopping instead, and leave the sister in the room.

once again, very WTF. i know.

 

so we made our way to the supermarket, (there was one in the hotel premises) and i recall we had a lot of fun there, grabbing a whole chicken (though i don’t eat chicken), swinging it around and making a mess out of the whole place.  

i think i enjoyed that part of the dream most. (some of you might be thinking i’m lying but i’m not lah!)

 

so after we bought our groceries, b and i headed back to the hotel room.

the sister was lying on the bed fully-clothed. we dropped the bags of shopping and well, got onto the bed.

here, i recall the sister was quite shy, so she volunteered to let me and b go ahead first.

feeling all weird because the sister was there, i took off my clothes, and b his.

and then just as we were about to get cosy, my alarm rang.

what perfect timing. 

still, i’m kind of relieved i woke up before anything happened because shit, the whole sister watching thing was freaking me out.

and that was that.

for the record, i’ve never had sexual dreams involving people i know.

most of the times, it’s just celebrities whom i think are hot.

no, johnny depp hasn’t been featured yet, such a pity.

 

 but anyway, when i told the boyfriend abt the dream, this was what he had to say:

 

 

words blocked out cause they’re only meant for my eyes.

 

typical boyfriend behavior isn’t it?

he then launched into a "you must have dreamnt of b cause you were thinking about doing it with him subconsciously" talk, which is utter bullshit cause WALAO, i was flooding my head with nothing but Public Relations shit.

 but oh well, it’s just a dream.

now you guys see what too much PR can do to you.

 

time to hit the notes! 

 

 

i’m itching to write another erotica entry, but i’ve no idea what to write about.

 

i was thinking incest, but if my brother/father ever reads it, or sees me writing it, i don’t think it’ll be a *coughs* pretty scene.

 

a friend suggested necrophilia or paedophilia. ( i think this friend might be a little sick in the head.)

 

necrophilia. you’re writing about sex with a corpse, and well, it’s either one-sided sex, or i can do a imagination thing on the part of the living person, or just resurrect the corpse.

 
i don’t know about you but it just sounds … dead. (pun not intended.)

 

 

ok lah, the pun was fully intended. i couldn’t stop myself.  

 

as for paedophilia, it sounds really painful, and i don’t really want to be cringing while writing it.

btw, dave did a brilliant one on paedophilia, you can read it here: http://dave-wong.blogspot.com/2007/06/red-dates.html 

 

so i’m actually thinking along the lines of …

 

masturbation!

 

hur. wait and see alright?  

 

She tottered out of the bathroom, a white towel draped loosely around her upper body.

He was sprawled out on the linen sheets, waiting for her.

 
Stark naked.

 
Rock hard.

 
Kicking off her heels, she crawled in beside him, tugging at the curls of hair on his chest playfully before leaning in to take a whiff.

 
Davidoff Cool Water.

 
Impatient, he brushed off her hands, before pushing her onto her back with a tad too much force.

Lying there with her hair splayed around her delicately-framed face, she became aware that her twin mounds were set free from the towel and in full view of him, heaving glory and all.

 
A slight smile forming around her lips when she noticed he had been staring lustily at them, she let loose a tiny moan as he lunged forward, catching a pink nipple in his mouth while caressing the other with his left hand.

 
The ends of her nerves tingled as pleasure flooded through her. Unable to stop herself, her hands headed south to engage her engorged clitoris in the arousal, as she had done so in the many nights alone in her apartment.

 
He noticed, and wasn’t pleased.

 
Why, had she thought he wouldn’t be able to gratify her?

He’ll show her.

Her smile widened as he nuzzled against her tummy, tickling her bare skin with his chin while nudging her legs apart.

 
Just as she had expected.

 
He explored the soft lips at first, flicking his tongue about just to get a taste of her sweet juice. Satisfied with her sharp intake of breath as he gave her clitoris a tiny lick, he proceeded to eat her out hungrily.

Shuddering as he plunged a finger into the depths of her pussy, she came readily, crying out her pleasure.

As he pulled out of her, his finger was aglow with her juices, and his lips wet with desire.

Before he could turn her around to fuck her, she made her move. With a deft flip, she pushed him against the sheets, and towered before him, grinning like a Cheshire cat.

 
Payback time.

 
Tracing the dark hairs on his chest with her finger, she heeded the direction in which they led her to.

 
Not too bad a size.

 
Circling the tip of his dick with her finger, she cocked her ears. There it was, his groan of pleasure.

Spurred on, she gave the shaft of his dick a thorough lick, before taking the entire length of it into her mouth.

In, out. In, out.

Within minutes, she had him grinding his pelvis into her face, his dick begging for more love.

 
She refused to give it to him.

 
Falling back on the sheets in disappointment, he sighed in frustration at the though of not being able to empty his balls.

 
Fuck her.

 
Deciding he had about enough torture, she climbed onto him, and slid his cock into her.

 
She was delighted at his surprised expression, he must have thought she wasn’t going to continue which slowly turned into one of desire and lust.

 
Shifting her ass so he had a better grip, she pumped in and out, driving herself deep.

 
He thrusted his hips, desperate to reach her deeper, to make them come together simultaneously.

 
She was determined not to have an orgasm.

 
With the last heave of his hips, he came explosively, letting fly an expletive tantamount to the amount of pleasure he felt.

 
Sliding off him, she slipped on her heels, picking up her stray pieces of clothing before putting them on.

Flinging her handbag across one shoulder, she strutted out of the hotel room, closing the door behind her.

Entering the lift, she caught another whiff of his perfume, presumably still lingering on her clothes.

 
Davidoff Cool Water.

 

 She decided it would be her favourite perfume from then on.

 

there you go, the lady gets the last say.

is it good? it’s my first try, and i think it’s abit too narrative. i should have just jumped straight into the sex scene, but i thought that wouldn’t do the female justice. heh.

 

tell me if it works for you!

 

p.s: i would prefer not to hear comments like, "it worked for me cause it got me aroused", especially if you’re a close friend and i can imagine you getting aroused. *shudders*