going down on you...

Regular readers of my blog will know that I fantasise about you, my lovely reader, a lot (yes you, my lovely dirty girl - sitting there, reading this, right now - it's you I'm referring to here x). I'm not talking about the sexual fantasies I write for you, I mean that I fantasise about you directly - about you sitting there, enjoying my blog. I've talked about the relationship between me (the writer) and you (the reader) before, but for the new girls in here, this is how it works for me:

1. I write a new post for this blog, usually whilst masturbating (I'm not touching myself right now, but as this post becomes more explicit - and it's going to - I'll be masturbating as I write - just this once, I'll tell you when I begin to touch myself, so you'll know). Sometimes I come whilst writing, or just after I've finished, whilst re-reading; sometimes I just go relax and read a book - depends how turned on I am.

2. You read the new post. Hopefully you enjoy it, and it turns you on, and if you're able to, you masturbate gorgeously as you read. Sometimes, fingers crossed, if I've written well, my words make you come.

3. You write a comment for me (not all of you, but some of you, when you're feeling brave or turned on), telling me how turned on you are, how wet you are from reading my words, often in delicious, explicit detail. Sometimes, you write just before you slip away to masturbate. Sometimes, you leave me a comment moments after your orgasm, still trembling, still wet. Sometimes, you even come for me as you type. You do this for me because you know how much it arouses me.

4. I read your delightful comments (and, sometimes, emails). Reading them turns me on intensely, and I masturbate, fantasising about you, about the things you've told me, and I come gorgeously, reading your words, thinking about you.

It's such a delicious circle - I arouse you, you arouse me, which inspires me to write more... and so on...

Which is why I often like to think about fantasies like this one... the one I'm going to tell you now... where I walk into the room, unexpectedly, and discover you there, at your computer, reading my words on the screen, masturbating deliciously as you read.

You're sat at your desk (I know some of you have a laptop, or read on the sofa, or in bed, but in my fantasies, you're at your desk) - you haven't noticed me at first - all your concentration is on my words, your gaze drifting down the screen, drinking in the erotica I've written for you, getting so warm, so wet. You're still dressed, quite smartly, straight from work, but your blouse is half unbuttoned, one hand slipped inside, caressing your breast as you read, squeezing a nipple, slipping it out occassionally to scroll down the page, then back inside your open blouse, to your breast again, touching, stroking, caressing. Your other hand is down between your parted thighs - your short skirt is tugged up all the way, your fingers caressing yourself through the crotch of your knickers, then nudging them to one side, discovering how wet you are, sliding your fingers through the wetness, spreading it deliciously round your clit, rubbing rhythmically, your breath increasing as my words bring you closer and closer to your orgasm.

I'm watching you from the doorway - I'm tempted to watch you come, but you hear me, looking towards me, embarrassed for a moment, that guilt with which we're all familiar, of being caught, masturbating deliciously. You blush a little, but I smile in response, moving up close to you, smiling again, sliding my fingers through your hair, leaning over to kiss you, sensually, slowly, showing you how much it turns me on to see you like this.

As I kiss you, your hand slides up my thigh, towards my crotch, briefly brushing over my erection, throbbing hard inside my jeans... but I pull gently away - this time I want to make you come, to help you finish what you've started.

Smiling at you again, I kneel down in front of your chair, my hands sliding up to your knees, gently parting your thighs, asking you to lay back in your chair for me, so that I can see you better - see how wet you are. Leaning back, you watch me lustfully, your fingers still sliding slowly around your clit, so wet now, wanting me to fuck you, wanting me to just take you and fuck you, hard, any way I please.

But I'm taking my time with you. Smiling at you again, I slide my fingers slowly up your thighs, parting your legs a little further, my fingers sliding up the inside of your thighs, drifting all the way up, stroking, teasing, watching you wriggle a little in the chair, enjoying how turned on you are, my cock erect and throbbing in my jeans as you writhe gently on the chair.

I lean in closer - sliding between your open thighs (okay - I've started masturbating as I write - stroking myself now, between sentences). So close you can feel my warm breath on your fingers as you slide them rhythmically around your throbbing, pulsing clit. My hand slides over yours - I nudge it to one side, slipping my fingers into the waistband of your panties, tugging them down your thighs, pulling them off. I move in close again, parting your thighs a little further - I'm so close to you now, my breath hot on your cunt, seeing how wet you are, sliding my fingers into the wetness, feeling you tremble as my fingers slide between the wet lips of your cunt, sliding the wetness up to your clit, rubbing you, stroking in delicious circles, round and round and round, stroking your clit, the sensations pulsing through your body, taking you closer.

And suddenly, you feel my tongue, warm and wet, sliding between your warm, wet slit, licking all the way up, letting your juices dribble down my tongue, into my mouth, tasting you, drinking you, sliding my tongue into your cunt, licking, tasting, exploring your cunt with my tongue, your juices dripping over my mouth now, dribbling down my chin.

You can't take much more of this - your clit is throbbing, needing release, your thighs parted wide, your fingers running through my hair, pulling my head in close, my face so wet now, licking and sucking, drinking your juices, my fingers still skidding wetly round your clit, rubbing, stroking, pushing you further, sensing you're about to come, your wetness starting to drip from my chin as my tongue slides around your cunt.

You push yourself harder against me - I know you need me inside you - but first ~I want you to come - I slide my tongue up to your clit, engulfing your throbbing clit in my mouth, licking, lapping, sucking your clit, sliding my wet fingers down to your wet, swollen cunt, sliding my fingers inside you - one long, deep thrust of my fingers, penetrating you, pushing them in hard, your juices splashing down my fingers - my tongue slides around your clit... sucking... licking... fucking you with my fingers... so hard... so good... stroking... sucking... rubbing... harder... ohh god so good...

It's all you can take - my tongue skids around your throbbing clit, flicking over and around it, my fingers splashing deeper into your cunt... you can't hold on any longer - you start to shake - intense pleasure surges through your body - your back arches - a sudden gush of wetness splashes from your cunt, spurting over my face - you scream with pleasure... so intense... your body shaking into exquisite convulsions... your cunt contracting hard around my fingers... my tongue slipping and sliding around your clit as you come so hard... so good... more of your juices suddenly streaming from your cunt,...splashing down my thrusting fingers... intense orgasm pulsating through your body... throbbing... shaking... screaming... convulsing... so wet... all over my fingers... my lips... my tongue... drenching me with your wetness.... coming so good.. so hard... all over me...

That's how I'm fantasising about you...
right now...