Author Archive for Toni

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Whore with a one track mind

I dream about sex…reach out to the person next to me and stroke his skin. Moan in my sleep as my lover trails his tongue over my hungry cunt. Wake with my hand between my thighs and a smile on my face.

I see sex…in the tight fit of a man’s shirt and the bulge in his pants. In the unmade bed. In the locked bathroom during a party. Always thinking there would be a good spot, or there too.
I hear sex…in the thick growl of his voice in my ear. In the song I have cranked loud, thrusts in sync with the beat, choreographing our movements in my mind. In my own head as the dirty words corrupt my thoughts.
I taste sex…in the juice of a mango and the lick of honey off my finger. In the cream of his cum as it rolls over my tongue. In the saltiness of ocean drenched skin.

 I wear sex…in the straps, and satin, and lace under my clothes. In my long hair left down and loose. In the scent that I cream into my skin and spray on my collarbone. In the sway of my hips as I walk.

 I live sex…counting down the minutes until I can quench my lust. Stolen moments alone to satisfy an urge. Time to devour another completely. Souls and bodies bared for the sake of pleasure.

 Sex…everywhere I go. Everything I do. All I ever want.

I’m just a whore with a one track mind. Whats a girl to do!

Cum With Me

I’ve been thinking about you. Wondering about you really. You intrigue me, you arouse me, you make me wet knowing that you’re so close. Just a small distance away, only separated by this screen. It send shivers through to know you could be reading at the same time I am. That you could be masturbating with me as our eyes follow the words. That your hand is matching my rhythm as we touch ourselves.
Do you wonder about me? Do you feel the same way? It’s so vivid. I can imagine you there, your hand slowly stroking yourself, arousing yourself while your read. I do want to be there. I want to watch you… I want you to watch me. Voyeurs together. Would you want that? Do you want to see my fingers on my clit? My hand around my breast, pinching my nipple? Do you want to see the way my back arches? The look on my face when I cum? I want to look into your eyes to know you’re watching me. I want to watch your movements, your hand moving against yourself, the arching of your back, hear the small noises you make as you bring yourself closer.
Just thinking about this has me touching myself. I’ve slid my hand down into my panties letting my fingers drift over me softly. I’m already wet. You arouse me so very much. My fingers slide down my slit, god, spreading my wetness. I can’t believe how wet you have me, how aroused my body is. I’m sliding them back up, back and forth, rubbing my velvety lips with my fingertips. God, so wet. Pushing a finger slowly inside me… oh, god, I need this so much. Stroking myself with it, rubbing the way I like. I wish you could see me, hear me…

These jeans need to come off.

My panties are soaked. Should I take them off too? I think you’d rather like that. Maybe my shirt and bra as well….

I can see my reflection in the screen. It’s a sensual picture. I wish you could see me this way. I’ve put one foot up against the desk, spreading my thighs. I wish I could take a photo of myself like this for you, but I don’t want to stop. I need to keep touching myself. I want to cum for you… with you.
I’m pushing my fingers back down my slit, two fingers this time, sliding into me. My other fingers are on my nipple, pinching it hard, increasing my arousal. I can hear how wet I am… can you hear me? The sound of my fingers sliding in and out of my dripping wet cunt? god, I want that. I want you to be able to hear me. I want you to be able to hear everything, all of my sounds, my moans, my gasps. I’m stroking them faster, pushing against them, pausing to type this every now and then. I can feel my muscles tightening around them… so close…
Tell me, tell me you’re masturbating with me, tell me how good it feels, arouse me more, I need to hear you telling me that you’re close too, that you want to cum too. god, I need to touch my clit… I want to keep typing but I don’t know if I can. It’s too much, I want to cum for you. I want you to know how much I need that… god, so fucking close now, my breath is ragged… I need my vibe. I’m taking it out of the drawer, letting it rub against my wetness, coating it with my juices. Up and down, rubbing it against me. god, pushing it inside me… pushing you inside me… so thick and full, filling me. That’s what I needed, so close now. Pushing it deep inside me, thrusting into my cunt, fucking myself with it. My thumb on my clit, rubbing it hard, yes, circling it around and around… fuck, yes… thrusting it harder, faster, god, I need to cum. Tell me you want me to cum… please I need to hear it from you, to hear your voice telling me to cum for you…
Oh, god, that’s it, the heat’s moving through me, I can feel it between my thighs. A radiating heat growing in me, building, pulsing… I can feel it flushing up my neck, up to my face. Rubbing faster, that’s it, there, god, now, I’m going to cum now, cum with me, please, I want you to cum with me, oh god…

Filthy Fantasy

I though of you last night. I went to bed tired… thought I’d just slip into a deep sleep. “Tonight the golden vibrator will go unused.” I thought.

But then it took one filthy thought in my head. “I wanna fuck your cunt like the slut you are.” That was it… and I thought of you.

Tonight I will fuck my little slut cunt for you and imagine you are there. In the silence of the dimly lit bedroom, I thought of you. I reached out to you. “Baby, this one is for you. I hope you can feel it.”

I lube up the vibrator and push it into my cunt.

“mmm” I groan. “You like that baby? You wanna watch me fuck my slut cunt for you?”

I imagine you there. At the edge of the bed, sitting on a chair, relaxed. Your eyes fixated on my cunt. Watching it get fucked by this little toy. Imaging it was you fucking me. Your eyes jump to mine and you see the lust in them. Back to my cunt, you focus. You can see the juices flowing around the toy. You can hear the noises as I fuck myself. I turn up the vibrations more. It doesn’t take long for you to unzip your pants. Your hard cock jumps out, begging to be played with. You grip it with your hand and start pumping it with my movements. Still, you sit back and watch me.

“Oh you like that baby?” I groan. “You like watching me fuck my dirty cunt. All for you, baby. God your so sexy. Look at you stroking your cock baby. Are you stroking it for me? You’re gonna make me cum baby, watching you get excited over me fucking myself.”

My hips pump faster, the vibrations get stronger and louder. You stand up, groaning, still pumping your cock. You quicken your pace. You move closer to my side of the bed. You stand next to me, pumping your cock, watching me fuck myself.

“Oh yes, baby.” I begin to scream.” Cum on me! Cum all over me. Stroke your cock hard. I’m gonna fucking cum baby… gonna …. fuck…. ing …. cum….. YYyyyyyEEeeeeeSSssss!”

I cum hard for you. My screams echo throughout the room. My hips buck violently.  You can’t contain yourself. You pump your cock hard and let the spunk shoot out of you. Your screams match my own. You watch as your spunk hits my body. You watch as the first spurt hits my cunt. You watch as the second spurt hits my tummy. You move and watch as the 3rd spurt hits my tits. You barely have enough energy left, but you move and groan as you watch the final spurt hit my face. The rest slowly leaving your cock, landing on my body.

You collapse to the floor on your knees. Your chest heaving. Your cock still in hand. “God dam I love what you do to me slut.” It was the only words you said all night.

I removed the vibrator from my used cunt and put it in it’s place. I wished you a good night as I fell asleep. And awoke the very next morning thinking of you once more.

Call me so you can hear play with my dirty cunt just for you!

I Want You!

I want you.

I want you in your best red dress on your worst behavior, my very own fucktoy. I want your cunt to be juicy and talking to me. I want it to quiver in anticipation of my solid cock slipping in and out…in and out…in…and…out. I want your eyes to sink up into your head when my mouth begins to hum on your dripping-honey pussy. I want you to say to me very quietly “Please pull my hair…please slap my tits…please take me where you want to go”. I want my voice to make every word you hear shake you to your intimate core.

And…

I want you to be proud to be seen with me. I want you to know that I am one to have your back. I want you to enjoy whatever and whomever you please…and I want you to come back to me when it’s done. I want you to tell your friends about this amazing man who allows you the freedom to be what YOU want to be…and still offers enough to draw you back to his side when he asks you to be there.

I want you…  No matter where I am… NO matter who I’m with… My mind does wander off to you and and it is you i want. And every year, where do you fnd me?? In that big office chair in your study baby. Waiting on just you.

Happy Valentine’s Baby

JUICY

I’m leaning against the entryway to his bedroom, watching him. My arms are crossed over my chest, my right hip and elbow propped against the frame. He leans against the wall, the last remaining rays of sunlight bathing him in a glow that makes his skin look fiery. Maybe it is. I know mine is…
His hand slides down his naked torso and grabs his cock, jutting out from his hips, waiting for someone to touch it. He doesn’t look at me, but he knows I am there.
As his fingers wrap around the shaft he groans and throws his head back, his long hair flipping back over his shoulders and off his face as he does.
I gasp at the absolute beauty of him. His long, lean frame, muscular arms, sinewy limbs that flex as he pulls on his cock.
He starts out slow. I move closer by a few steps, this time (feeling the sudden need to steady myself) holding onto the foot board.
He steals a glance at me and barely holds back a smile before looking back down at his cock.
I manage to stand quietly until the sound of his hand sliding the length of his shaft, mixed with the juice from the head of his cock all but brings me to my knees…
My nipples harden and I feel my face flush. Instinctively my mouth waters and I must have whimpered. He turns his head, looking through one chunk of hair filtering his violet/indigo glance and instantly I’m done.
I glide across the room and grab his sides, sliding down onto my knees, my nails raking across his thighs as I do.
He looks down at me, his hand gripping his cock. A stream of precum lands on my tongue as I give him my most innocent, good-girl smile.
Right before he grabs my hair and slides the juicy head into my mouth.

Your Wish Is My Command!

His request was very specific:
Red lingerie top
Red panties
4 inch high heels
Nails painted bright red
Fat pink vibrator
Oil
How would you have me?

Champagne Pop

Look into my eyes as my lips part and slip over the head of your cock. Focus on my eyes, now veiled by my hair, as my tongue presses against the tip, then down as I take your whole cock to the back of my throat. Know that I am enjoying the taste of your juices. Watch me as I continue to build you up alternating between sucking, licking, stroking, cupping and squeezing. Will me to go faster, harder, deeper, but surrender to my control of your pleasure as I maintain my pace holding you on the edge for what feels like hours.

I look up into your eyes now as my spit drips down your cock and balls and soaks your hair. I am surprised by the intensity of the desire that burns in them. Your fists clench and unclench as you fight the urge to push me down harder, as you fight the urge to take control. The sight of your half closed eyes and clenched jaw fuels me. I squeeze harder. I take shorter, faster strokes as I feel your cock pulse and harden in my mouth. As I look into your eyes once more, you push your hips up and fuck into my mouth as you cum hard in my mouth giving me every drop to savor.

MMMMMMM. Time to pop the champagne and call Toni for that New Years Blow Job. I’ll make your New Year PoP!!

Make Me Yours

With dirty thoughts I come to you
In lust I am consumed
Lay me down and have your way
Lap me up and let me fall

Your pleasure is what I seek
Only you will please me
Until forever never comes

Fill me up with all of youUp at you I will look
Cock filling my mouth
Kingly you will feel
 

Making me yours

Each and every time

Pleasure Mistress

I am not your wife. There will be no question of complaint or rejection, no need for negotiation. I am here by and for your pleasure.

Your hand on my waist, your body looming against mine from behind, is enough to let me know: your mouth planting a trail of quiet kisses, one step at a time, from the curve of my neck to my alabaster shoulder and back again is enough to make me comply.

Nip the thin skin at my nape between your front teeth. Grip my nipple between your thumb and forefinger and dig your nails in. Drive that pleading cry, music to your ears, from my throat.

Tell me what I am: your whore. Your slut. Your fucktoy.

When I arch my back, letting the soft globes of my haunches settle against your belly and part over your stiff cock, it’s time to take your fill. Time to root into me and bear me before you, lurching together as one beast through the darkness towards the magical and mutual convulsion of release: flesh gripping flesh piercing flesh.

What a pleasure to fuck a woman who understands the paradox: pleasure taken is pleasure given.

Little Devil!

So handsome, tell me…

 What are you going to say to your friends when they find one of my long blond hairs on your shirt? Or when they ask why your fingers smell like pussy.

 What are you going to tell your wife when she asks what those scratches are on your back? How are you going to explain to your girlfriend what my lipstick is doing on your cock?

 What is your excuse for being late to work? Or why you are home so late? When the boss asks who you are talking to what will you say? Why is your shirt misbuttoned and your hair messed up?

 How are you going to explain the trashy lingerie purchase or the sleazy motel receipt? What do you say when you are at dinner and you find my panties in your pocket?

 What are you going to do when I show up with no panties, a smile, and come fuck me pumps and you’re expected to be somewhere else?

 How are you going to explain away calling out my name when you cum with her?

How are going to explain being late on Halloween when you find me in your office at five o’clock wearing nothing but a red boa, red devil horns and red fuck-me shoes? I am going to fuck you on every surface of that office. YOU are my Halloween treat!

 If I were you I’d start thinking about your excuses now.

You’re going to need them.