Risqué Abstracts #18
June 7, 2007 | Category: Erotica, Risqué Abstracts, Sexblogs
~How many times have you been with family or friends, or with acquaintances or strangers, and thinking about fucking me has made you so wet that it’s left you feeling guilty and excited all at once?
It’s happened quite a few times.
It happens often when I’m supposed to be working.
~Does it make you feel wanton and wicked?
Yes.
~Does it make you feel like a slut?
Yes, sometimes.
~And does feeling like a slut make you even wetter?
Yes, it does.
Do you think I’m a slut?
~I think you’re my slut.
~My wanton whore.
Oh yes.
~And I think that’s what you want to be.
~No … I *know* that’s what you want to be.
I do. God, I do.
I want you to look at my damp mouth, and not be able to see anything but your hard cock slipping between my lips.
I want to be talking with you in a bar and open my legs a little, just enough so you can glimpse between my thighs, see that beneath my skirt I’m naked for you.
~You know something? I think you hesitate to meet me because you’re afraid you’ll enjoy it too much.
~I think you’re afraid you’ll take too much pleasure from giving yourself to me.
~And I think your cunt is getting wet right now just from reading these words, at the thought of offering yourself to me, of surrendering yourself to my touch, to my cock.
You’re right.
My cunt aches whenever we speak…
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What a lucky slut you have.
You think so, Fille?
~EA
This is one of my favorite past times to engage in while sitting in a boring class. I have such early classes now that I can’t multi-task enough to do it and still somewhat pay attention… but during the spring and fall semesters, this occupies most of my class time. I wonder if anyone notices lol.
Why do you think the people behind you in class are always staring so dreamily at you, Goldy?
~EA
Witness the reminder of the look on my poor first boyfriend’s face, in a restaurant, hands slipping up over my thighs, or in the street, pressing himself against me, “mmm you feel good, I knew you were a dirty girl” in my ear, as I was all, “ok, I’m going home now”. He was a total rockstar.
xo Your little slut, your wanton whore,
Mmm. How delicious of you….
~EA
“~And I think that’s what you want to be.
~No … I *know* that’s what you want to be.”
Make no mistake, that is exactly what I want to be.. I *know* it without a doubt.
Oh, I love women who implicitly understand their own desires….
~EA
“How many times have you been with family or friends, or with acquaintances or strangers, and thinking about fucking me has made you so wet that it’s left you feeling guilty and excited all at once?”
i do that all of the time but without the guilt. the only sting of guilt is not getting the chance to fuck.
Perhaps the worst kind of guilt - the one that’s born out of missed opportunities….
~EA
That is just how it would be if we met for a drink…you have made me so wet so many times…I would want you to know, I would want to slide a finger into my wetness and then around the rim of your glass of…what is it you are drinking?
Jack Daniels first, Mel - you second….
~EA
And my cunt aches whenever I read what you write. And surrender to someone’s touch, to someone’s cock is the sweetest surrender, wouldn’t you agree?
Oh, I agree, Aurea. And please accept my apology for consistently making your cunt ache….
~EA
yes, why i try to fuck when i can.
I admire your dedication…
~EA
So pleasurable to hear a man’s arousal at a woman’s desire…an appreciation of slutty wantonness.
Oh, you might be surprised / pleased at the lengths I’d go to in order to properly show my appreciation for slutty wantonness…
~EA
And what lengths might they be?
That could well turn out to be a long list, GDT. What if I were to summarise? I’d do anything to unburden my lover of society’s yoke of normalcy, so that she could fuel her passions and fulfil her every fantasy and desire unencumbered. I can’t imagine not wanting to do whatever it took to allow her to become everything she wanted to be, even if it were only for a single night…
~EA
“I’d do anything to unburden my lover of society’s yoke of normalcy, so that she could fuel her passions and fulfil her every fantasy and desire unencumbered. I can’t imagine not wanting to do whatever it took to allow her to become everything she wanted to be, even if it were only for a single night…”
I thought I had done that many times but now I am doing that..I am submitting totally to a journey where his desires become mine..there are no boundaries.
Sounds like you both have quite an adventure ahead of you, Lulu…
~EA