I’m at the office. Afternoon slump. Surfing porn pics. Cock throbs hard. Heart races. I call Juliette. She’s home. No work today. Repotting plants. Banal chat. Then: “Juliette, I need to fuck you bad. Do something for me?”
She laughs. Coquettish. “What now, you naughty boy?”
The Fever: The Irresistible Rise of Desire, Where Everything Tips into Red
“Ditch the plants. Put on that red lace bra and panties. The ones I love. Lie on our bed. Touch yourself. Masturbate. Get your pussy soaked. Make that panties reek of your juice. The scent I crave.”
“You pervert! You sniff my dirty panties?”
“Guilty. Two weeks ago, nose in your white slip, jerking with your blue bra. Shot my load inside it.”
She giggles. Aroused. “Filthy pig! Keep going.”
“Finger your clit. Legs spread. Don’t cum. Just drench it. When I get home, keep going. Silent. Hand in panties. I’ll watch. You toss them to me. I sniff. Strip. Bury my face in your cunt. Lick you insane.”
“Suck my clit right. You know how.”
“Then my cock replaces my tongue. Fuck you deep. Pull out, feed you your pussy taste on my dick. Back in. Near your edge, I switch to mouth. Make you explode on my lips.”
“Love cumming on your tongue. Your cum?”
“Cut six papers. Each: body spot for my load. How: I jerk, you jerk, your pussy milks it. Fold. Nightstand. Draw one before I blow.”
“Six? Gonna cum six times?”
“Nah, save five. Be slutty. Detailed. Home at 6:30 sharp.”
She laughs dirty. Hung up. Cock iron-hard. Afternoon torture. Only her wet heat in mind.
6:30. Home. Lock door. Staircase two steps at a time. Bedroom door. Paradise. Juliette sprawled. Legs wide. Right hand circles in red lace panties. Left tweaks nipple spilling from bra. Skin flushed. Sweat beads.
The Blaze: The Raw, Unfiltered Sexual Act, Every Sensation Amplified
I strip. Cock springs up. Watch her. Heart pounds. She grinds. Eyes locked. Panties fly. Catch. Press to nose. Her musk hits. Paradise. Pure pussy nectar.
She fingers faster. Perverse grin. I drape her soaked crotch on her nose. She inhales deep. Moans.
Dive between thighs. Spread wider. Lips on lips. Suck big folds, small ones. Clit swells. Her fingers join. Salty-sweet flood.
Up to tits. Suck nipples hard. Neck. Kiss fierce, her juices on my mouth. She laps cheeks. “Mmm, tasty slut juice.”
Cock to her hand. She strokes gland. Guides in. Deep thrust. Groan. Cunt grips like vice. Hot bayou. Juices slick thighs, ass crack. Balls slap.
Too good. Pull out. Tongue back. She grabs head. Smashes face in. I devour. She screams: “Eat my pussy! Yes, pig! I’m cumming! Fuuuuck!”
Orgasm wrecks her. Body bucks. I lap flood.
She smiles, spent. Kisses sloppy. Licks my face. “Good boy. Ate well? My turn. Empty those balls.”
Cups balls gentle. Near-explode. Grab paper. Read loud: “Kneel on living room rug. Suck cock. Tongue gland. Handjob. Fondle balls. Cum in mouth. Drip on tits. Your slut Juliette.”
Downstairs. Silent. She kneels. Lips seal shaft. Hand base. Balls cupped. Five strokes. Edge hits.
No warning. First spurt shocks her eyes wide. Then smiles. Takes all jets. Guzzling cum.
Recovers. Seals lips. Presses tits up. Parts mouth. Cum-saliva drools. Chin. Splats on cleavage. Bra speckled.
Bliss. Universe’s luckiest man. Skin still burns. Hearts sync slow. Her glow. My peace. To be continued…