Saturday, August 12, 2006

The Cellar

Intimacy is the feeling I crave most. Feeling my skin has moulded to his. Intertwined, his pumping blood flows with mine. Now and again, this can't happen and I settle for second best.

Gravity pulls at that ache that starts in my throat and rushes to my pussy. Every morsel of me wants to fuck, right here, right now. Reacting like this is so naughty of me.

My hand touches that of the bartender in an inappropriate way and I flash a 'come and get me' smile. Young he was and he needed prompting as I stood in front of a door marked 'Private' and glance at him again. Sliding the key in, he pushes at the door and I slide my fingers over his firm arse playing with the groove. Lower into the cellar we go, I can sense plenty - the musty smell of stale air, the trickle of water, his cock pushing against his pants trying to break through.

Finally, we reach the back of the coldroom, I walk to the large cask in the corner. Wooden, cold and hard, I bend over it, lift up my skirt and pull down my panties. He just stood there as I wait, presenting myself up in the frosty air.

'Enter me then, fuck me, quickly!'

Never has a boy obliged with such precision. Wooden like the cask, I feel his average cock enter me. Ready as his cock seemed, he stroked in that same readiness, pulling at my hair and spreading my cheeks in his frenzy.

In moments, it was all over as I tightened my muscles when I knew he was cumming. Teeth tight together I grit and tighten as hard as I can. Every muscle of his shakes and shudders as I wring his cock dry with my pussy - like that it's done and I walk away not looking at him.

15 Comments:

Blogger Rowena said...

Cunning linguist, you've done it again ...

1:54 pm  
Anonymous Calista said...

This is exactly how I feel sometimes.

2:52 pm  
Blogger Tara Tainton said...

Absolutely love the words you choose to describe the scene...so perfectly full of explicit detail. I can see the sex before my eyes!

xoxo
Tara

9:39 pm  
Blogger Steel & Sapphire said...

Is there any kind of linguist around except a cunning one, Ro?

Calista, it happens to us all one time or another.

Tara, thanks for your kind words. I wanted to transport you there and it seemed to have worked. Thank you x

3:03 am  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

You transported me right there. I've been a bartender for a long time and that's NEVER happened to me xx

4:32 am  
Blogger Steel & Sapphire said...

Maybe you should pay more attention to the ladies stood next to the door marked 'Private' ;)

10:59 am  
Blogger Suze said...

The very smell of sex hung in the air as I read this raw erotic piece. ;)

10:09 pm  
Blogger Steel & Sapphire said...

Suze, sex smells raw to me so I'm glad that's what you felt. x

10:59 pm  
Blogger fame and joy said...

i know that feeling so well, of wanting to be with your favourite but not being able to, and going out and getting yourself a cold, nasty fuck instead. A lot of people think girls don't do it, don't they? But we do. Love your blog x

10:52 am  
Blogger Steel & Sapphire said...

Thank you F&J. Often the favourite is rarely around and the cold fuck happens more often than not x

2:04 pm  
Blogger Steph said...

What is it with all the kisses? xxx

4:22 am  
Blogger Steel & Sapphire said...

Maybe a 'x' is a vagina, and a 'o' is the other passage

Don't know xoxoxox

4:49 am  
Blogger Rowena said...

we are most of us ladies round here, and ladies like the xxx and the ooo, right S&S?

10:11 am  
Blogger Al Sensu said...

If I had only more confidence (or realized when there was opportunity) when I was a young man... and thus I never had such quickies. And while once advantage of age is that I last much longer, the corrollary is that I can't be quick. I sometimes miss that ability to cum at a moment's notice.

3:46 pm  
Blogger Steel & Sapphire said...

I'm sure under the right hands and situation it could happen

6:43 am  

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