They Had No Idea

So I’m part of a group of women poets in a small town. We meet weekly to share our stuff, write and choose prompt, then write something new (based on the prompts) in 12 min. I’m not sure how I got roped into it, but it might be because the creator of the group is obscenely beautiful. Like the kind of beautiful where it’s hard to focus on the conversation. I’ll call her Natasha. Also included are her best friend Layla, a lithe yoga instructor; Megan, a bubbly, dark-curly-haired college student; Lilly, a sweet pink-haired arteest, and Clara, a willowy introvert. All of them are artists, poets, singers… and I want to fuck them all. They all have tremendous racks and it’s hard not to look. I want to see yoga teacher all sweaty and gasping, I want to bend pink hair over a table and take her from behind, I want to see curly girly’s tits bouncing up and down above me, I want to watch the willow sway with each thrust, and oh God to I wanna see Natasha loose her mind when she cums. But I smile and participate as I should.

Tonight I kept wondering what they would think of me if they found out how wonderfully I’d been fucked last night. My fella and I christened his new apt with one helluva fuck. We’d been out and about and I’m pretty sure he knew I wasn’t wearing underwear and the bra I had on was very sheer and it was cold out sooo… my nipples were good and hard. Once we settled in, he spent some nice time tending to the girls - touching, kissing, sucking - and he knows it goes right down to my clit. Then he’s grabbing just the right spots on my ass to fan the flames. He let me suck him for just a little bit, then he wanted me to ride him. Gladly, I do and I cum over and over again in waves. He knows just how to position me and where to thrust so I cum hard, repeatedly. He brought me back down to him and I got up the courage to tell him, “Leave me a mark.” He obliged, then we switched things up and he took me from behind. I love doggie-style for several reasons - it feels amazing, I love being able to scream into a pillow (I can be loud), it gives him the power to control the pace and the rest of me. And it’s also super easy to reach down and touch myself for the bonus orgasm. Then he asked me to let him watch me astride him again, which I did, then he finally let me suck his cock to the point of explosion. (My speciality.)

So as I sat with my poetry girls, I played with my necklace and tried not to think naughty things about them, all the while knowing I had a mark on me that I had requested.