It’s Panda, Miss Dementia If You’re Nasty

I’ll admit it: I was horny and wanted nothing more than a one-night fuck. No strings, no complications. The question was, though, was I in the mood for cock or pussy? Such a difficult decision… but I finally settled on having warm, soft tits in my face and a clit on my tongue.

I gussied myself up, putting on my shortest skirt, my lowest-cut top, and my high-heeled boots, and walked the short two blocks from my apartment to the city’s best gay bar. I was lucky enough to find a free stool at the bar, so I arranged myself alluringly upon it and ordered a drink, casually scanning the bar for any prospects.

My casual scan turned up a few only-if-REALLY-drunk prospects, so I began a more earnest search, straining my eyes to see into the dark corners, examining every face and body. *sigh* Nothing.

Just as I was about to resign myself to a disappointing night, I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned and was confronted by a gorgeous set of tits and deep cleavage. Raising my eyes, I saw that the amazing rack belonged to an absolutely breathtaking woman with jet-black, shoulder-length curls and ice-blue eyes.

The next couple of hours were a blur of drinks, laughs, and flirty comments and touches. She seemed to be the perfect woman: hot, sexy, intelligent, witty… I wanted her, badly, and could tell she felt the same about me.

“My apartment is a short walk from here. Will you come home with me?” I whispered into her ear. She nodded and smiled. I paid the tab and we left, hand in hand. The walk to my place seemed to take forever and by the time we walked through my door, I was ravenous.

I pushed this goddess up against the wall and began exploring her mouth, neck and cleavage with my mouth, running my hands slowly up her bare thighs, inching them under her skirt, dying to find her hot, wet spot.

Instead, I found something hard. I took a step back, confused.

“Is that a…” I started.

“Surprise,” she said. “Is that a problem?”

I thought for a brief second, then responded, “I’ve got an unbelievably sexy woman who is going to fuck me with a real, hot cock. Why would that be a problem?”

This week’s Microfantasy Monday theme is “Surprises.” You can find the themes and the other contributors at Sweltering Celt’s blog. Hope you enjoyed my take on it!

“Dammit, babe, you know I hate surprises. Can you just show me, please?!” This blindfolded shit had gone on long enough, I was ready for it to be over.
“Be patient, honey, I’m almost done.”
I sighed in frustration as I heard him rustling around with something, heard something being dragged across the floor of our bedroom, heard some banging and metallic clanking sounds. I knew his surprises were always worth the wait, but I was SO not in the mood for games and the fact that I could not for the life of me figure out what he was doing frustrated me even more.
“Pleeeaaassee, babe! Just give it to me!” I whined.
“Oh, don’t worry, sweetheart, I’ll give it to you shortly,” he countered, his voice dripping with innuendo.
I pouted as I sat on the bed, waiting for him to finish whatever the fuck he was doing. Finally I heard the noises stop, I heard him give a satisfied sigh, and then I heard him walk over to in front of where I sat. I thought I would feel his hands on the back of my head, untying the blindfold but instead, his hands went immediately to my bare knees.
My heart jumped when they slid up my thighs under my dress and lightly brushed over my bare pussy. My frustration disappeared as I became instantly wet.
His hands kept moving, back outside of my dress, unbuttoning each of the long row of buttons slowly, from the bottom up. Once unbuttoned, he slipped the dress off of my shoulders and ran his hands lightly over my tummy and breasts, giving me goosebumps and sending a jolt up my spine. His lips pressed into the base of my neck, sending even more jolts through me.
I felt his hard cock pressing into my thigh as he reached around me to unhook my bra. Part of his prep time had apparently been spent undressing. After slipping off my bra and fondling my breasts for what seemed like a glorious eternity, his hands made their way back up my neck to the back of my head.
“Are you ready to see your surprise?” he whispered into my ear.
Breathless, excited, all I could do was nod.
He untied the blindfold and tossed it on to the bed, giving me my first glimpse of my present: a beautiful leather Love Swing, suspended from the ceiling at the foot of our bed.
A huge smile appeared on his face as he saw the excited gleam in my eye. “Let’s get to trying it out, beautiful.”

This week’s Microfantasy Monday theme is “Frustration.” Keep up with the themes at @celticfrog’s blog!

Hey lovers, this is my BFF’s first time writing a MicroFantasy Monday piece and, funnily enough, she didn’t even know the theme for the week, but it fits well! I’m proud to feature her stories on my blog, hopefully there will be a lot more! The theme of “Frustration” is brought to us by Sweltering Celt!

“You’re driving me crazy” he whispered as I ran my tongue over his ear and gently bit his lobe. His body jerked and as he moaned, his hot breath caressed my cheek. His body was beading with sweat with every touch; his beautiful, hard cock getting harder by the second.

I kissed every inch of his body, savoring the salty taste of his sweat and growing wetter myself as I did. His soft moans were unexpected and I wished I could exist right there, right then for the rest of my life. I’d been waiting for him to take me, to ravage me, to love me, to fuck me…often lying awake wondering what his lips would feel like against mine; his cock slipping deep inside of me.

There I was with him, alone and free. The momentum of the past 5 years was burning deeply in both of us.

“You’re not being fair, beautiful” he panted.

“I’m not?” I coyly replied before softy biting his bottom lip and sucking on it. He writhed beneath the sheets and I explored more of his body; the inside of his thighs, his hips, his ass, his balls rolling gently between my fingers…I was losing my mind with passion. I was so wet I could barely contain myself. I wanted him so bad and I knew he wanted me too.

“I want to be inside you” he whispered breathlessly before pushing me on my back. “I want you, all of you, all at once. It’s been too long”.  He took one of my rock hard nipples in his mouth and sucked it with a force that made me wince and moan; his tongue flicking back and forth. I could have cum right there had another minute escaped us.

Again I traced the outline of his lips with my tongue; again his body jerked with anticipation, our hunger growing. “You know something” I whispered….”we very well may never again exist in this moment like this again.”

He slid his hand through my sweat-drenched hair and gave it a rough tug. A tug that arched my neck up and met his lips to mine. His kiss set my entire body on fire; I couldn’t handle it any longer. I had never felt so much passion, so much heat, such primal urging within me to pull a man deep within and roar as one. His tongue darted across mine, his hands grabbing and pulling at me. I could smell his longing to be in my pussy, to explore me with his hard cock.

“Fuck me” I whispered as I grabbed two fists of the jet-black hair that crowned his beautiful face. “Fuck me right now” I insisted. For the moments that followed our bodies thrashed together like an angry ocean storm; his breath hot and strong against my body. I hungered for every last inch of him and pulled him in as deep as I could take it.

My flesh tingled like nothing I’d ever felt before; everything about me was ablaze. With him, in that stolen moment, I felt completely whole for the first time in my entire life.

This week’s Microfantasy Monday theme, brought to you, as always, by SwelteringCelt, is “Teacher.” I am a teacher so this should have been easy for me, but I was a bit stuck until I got some great inspiration and help from my bestie, @ontimeout! Thanks, love! Hope you all enjoy it!

I made sure your class was the first one of the day so that I was fresh and bright, hair in perfect position, makeup as it should be.

On Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays I would wake up 2 hours before your class, giving myself plenty of time to look as hot as possible, picking out the sexiest clothes I could find out of the closet.

I always got to your class 15 minutes early to make sure that my seat, the one that gave you the best view of my cleavage, peeking out of a low-cut shirt, was open for me.

As my friends and classmates would enter, most would cast me a knowing look. My lust for you, though it remained unspoken, was apparently obvious to everyone.

I always wondered if it was obvious to you. Did you know how much I wanted you? Did you know the pains I took every morning to make sure I was noticed among the crowd? How some mornings I couldn’t help but touch myself in anticipation of seeing you, getting to class flushed and wet? Did you know that I invented problems to discuss during your office hours and how much I longed to have you lean over and kiss me, to give me permission to wrap my mouth around what I always imagined to be a beautiful cock?

6 years later, after meeting you again at a dinner party, I finally found out. And you’ve been letting me suck your beautiful cock ever since.