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

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 is a story I wrote a while ago and had posted on my old site. I transferred it over so that the friend it’s written about could check it out. Not everything in this story is non-fiction, but I won’t tell you which parts aren’t. Hope you enjoy!

My first openly bisexual friend was amazingly hot. Tits, hips, ass, total package. And best of all, she had this attitude about her that was just so damn sexy. I wanted her from the first moment I saw her, but I had never been with a woman before and I was too shy to make a move. We hung out on occasion, she took me to my first gay club, she helped me feel comfortable with my newfound attraction to women.
I was excited when she invited me to go with her to her company Christmas party – it was in a swanky hotel downtown and we’d be getting a room for the night. We were getting ready in the room before the party and as she stood in front of the vanity mirror putting on makeup, in nothing but a black silk thong, I couldn’t help but to fantasize about what it would be like to have her perfect breasts swinging in front of my face as we ground our wet pussies together. I couldn’t force myself out of shy status to make a move. While my mind was racing, my body went through the motions of getting dressed for the party.
Once we were ready and we made our way downstairs. The night was great, delicious food, free drinks, rockin’ DJ. She and I were about the only two up on the dance floor, but I had a blast. We both got pretty tipsy at the party and even more so when we went to the hotel’s bar afterwards. Finally at closing time, we stumbled up to the room and started getting ready for bed.

Again as she undressed and I saw her body freed from the restrictive fabric of her dress, I found myself getting wet, but my brain was unable to make my body take action. She slipped into a nightshirt that hugged her curves beautifully and after her bedtime routine was complete, climbed into the queen-sized bed. I hurriedly finished my routine and, kicking myself because I was such a wuss, climbed in beside her.

We both lay there for a while, shifting to get comfortable. I was trying to work up the nerve to touch her as I so badly wanted to. Finally I broke through my paralyzing fear, rolled onto my side toward her, and casually flopped my hand on her thigh, pretending (I’m sure not convincingly) that I was asleep. I was caught off guard by her immediate response: a soft moan, her rolling closer toward me, her hand grazing my breasts.

My breath caught in my throat as I wondered what to do next. I barely got through the first stage of freaking out when she moved closer and kissed me. Her lips were as soft as I had imagined they would be, her tongue insistent as it thrust into my mouth. She took over completely and, tension gone, I gave into her leadership.

Written for the Microfantasy Monday “Thunder” topic, posted by Sweltering Celt.

Was I nervous?  Yes.  Was I afraid I’d mess something up?  Hell yes.  Did I dive right in (no pun intended)?  You bet your ass I did.  There’s no way to know if you can do something or if you’re good at something without just jumping right in and trying it.

She encouraged me as I hesitantly ran my tongue up the length of her slit.  She tasted so incredibly sweet, her skin and her clit felt so electric against my tongue.  I explored her folds, probed her dark spaces, reveled in the slight bucks of her hips as I hit the right spots.  As the twitches and moans became more consistent, I knew I was heading in the right direction.  As her legs clamped around my head and her moans became thunder in my ears, her hips bucking her pussy harder against my mouth, I knew that I had it.  I attacked her pussy with even more fervor, sucking hungrily on her pulsating clit, introducing my fingers to her G-spot, causing the thunder to crash louder and louder around my head.  One final, bed-shaking boom exploded in my ears, her thighs squeezed my head, her juices flowed out of her and coated my mouth and my face, and then all was quiet, all was still.