Guest Piece – Desperate Fucking in The Raw

Here’s another guest piece that was very kindly shared and I didn’t do anything with it for inexplicable reasons. I’m a total voyeur and love reading about other people’s lives.

 

This is almost like prose. It’s beautiful.

 

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There’s still some debate as to how we got to the quiz.
Low level flirting about a trip to London, to find carnival costumes, and where we might stay.
Then group drinks and our circles getting evermore overlapped.
I suppose you could say the pre & post meeting drink for two, which inevitably led to necking like teens in an alley, might be it! But who knows……….
Anyway there’s something there.
And emails, texts and messages about your hot Secret Santa surprises only help turn it all up. So ending up in the toy shop buying a remote control vibrator just seems natural. Unbelievably exciting, sexual and risky; but natural all the same.

And you do as you are asked.
Pints ordered, package swapped and out you come. So confident, daring me to play.
So I do.
It’s an hour till we are joined, so we sit and talk and watch your reactions as I play through the settings. Low, medium (chat a bit), high (watch you suck in the air) then pulse and random.
I’m not one to torment but this is new and you play so well. Your knee on the table sends the higher settings through the wood; but the pub is filling up, noisy and expectant of a fun Christmassy night to come. And no one cares or notices us, all senses attuned to your slightest change.

We are joined, and on high you cope, but it’s hard to keep our hands away
Knees, thighs and the back of your skirt are so tempting.
Sitting on my palm I can press it hard against you and as I pull away your tights are wet.

The quiz is all but forgotten however hard we try, our team’s previous win is difficult to repeat here.

And you are restless suddenly, and your hand is in mine, batteries are gone! Fuck you have managed nearly 2 hours of this. You press the toy into my hand. I want to taste it then, but have to wait.
Another round.
Excuses are made.
Cigarette shared.
Alone in the toilets I can breath you in. Relish your arousal and your frustration.
But you trump me so easily, back at the table you press my hand again.
Your knickers; lace, tiny, soaking appear in my palm. I can do nothing but finger them. But you have to watch me inhaling you.

God it takes its time. And then it’s over, our teammates normally walk you back but we suddenly have more drinks, it’s goodbye and then they are left untouched as we bolt for the dark of the village.

Hand in hand
Mouth on mouth
Backs to the wall
We find our spot

You are so slick, after playing hand games for hours my fingers find your cunt
Hot and open and deep to me
You are running in my hand as stroke you on

And you find your knees
Hair in my hands
You work my cock across your lips and mouth and face
Hurried but apart from time
It’s footsteps that snap us back to the night

Giggling, arm in arm, we loop round just a step beyond who knows who
A friend?
A neighbour?
No one we want to see!
And ahead of the game we wind up back at the start

Facing the wall now
We press ourselves together
It’s urgent and rough but it’s the time we need
You thrust back to meet me
My hand holding your shoulder
Yours on the wall

My hand between your legs is soaking as I circle your arse with a finger then two then my cock as we find the pressure and rhythm that takes me in

You grasp my wrists
Supporting yourself on my arms and my dick
This is boozy, lusty, desperate fucking in the raw
How we’ve ached for this is nothing to how we will ache tomorrow from it
And our words match our bodies as we close

I want your shudders and you want my cum
And we get what we want
And the village is just us
Still and slick and glowing with sex

And as I walk you home with my hand in your cunt your arm around me
I just know I want this more

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Almost poetry.

Far lovelier than any way I describe these things….

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