My hand sliding up and down the shaft of my cock. My hips rocking slowly - as if to slide my cock into you.

Massaging my balls. Probing my ass with my finger - the way you taught me.

Imagining that it's you, sliding your finger slowly in and out of me, pressing on that spot behind my balls. The one that makes my toes curl. The one that makes me grab you by the hair and pull your mouth down on it. Forcing it deeper.

Watch me enjoy myself - thinking of you and me. And Of you and her.

You watching her suck my cock. Watching me enjoy her, while I looked into your eyes.

They way you both sucked my cock, my balls. The way your hands roamed over my chest, pinching my nipples. They way she devoured my cock while I licked you. The way she slowly fucked me with her finger, just like you.

And watch me come as I remember the way you both came. Watch it spill out of the head of my cock, and run down the back of my hand. Watch it hit my chest, and run down again.

Watch Me... But, don't be afraid to help.

Posted by db at 4:58 PM 23 comments

I've come back. Not just to this place, but, to you...

She found this blog, and read the stories here. Not only the stories, but, of my lust for another woman. It worried her. Made her insecure. Made her wonder why I hadn't confessed this to her. Made her fear that she wasn't satisfying my needs.

She needed time. Not away, but, to understand. To be provided with an explanation.

We discussed, and negotiated. And ultimately, things were understood. She knows that I love her, cherish her, and need her. She knows that no other woman could give me what she does. The love, devotion, and desire that I have for her will never change.

We took an extended vacation. We travelled, we fucked, we loved, and we talked. Our vacation gave us time together that we had not been able to enjoy before. With work, and daily life, that time together was needed. And appreciated. It also gave us the opportunity to learn some new things about each other. New fantasies, new desires. New ways to explore and enjoy each other.

I've come back here to continue to share with you. If you're ready...

Posted by db at 6:27 AM 6 comments

While I have enjoyed the ride, I think it's time I pulled over. I have enjoyed posting the encounters here for her, and you, to read. But, I cannot devote as much time and energy as I would like.

Why be here typing about fucking her, when I could be actually doing it? Why be typing about how much I love her, when I could be whispering it in her ear again?

Why be here, when I can be there?

I'll be around.

Email Me.

double.o.blogs@gmail.com

Posted by db at 6:49 PM 12 comments

The first text message came at 2130...

"I can't wait for you to come home."

The second shortly after 2300, on my way home...

"I'm waiting to fuck you. Come home..."

I pressed the pedal a little harder as I flipped the phone closed. My hardon pressing against the fabric of my pants. I thought of where she might be waiting. The bedroom? Her legs spread slightly, her hands buried in her crotch? The shower? The hot water running off her body?

I pulled into the driveway - my seatbelt off and the door open even before the car had stopped.

My heart sank when I saw her in the kitchen. Getting a glass of water.

I rushed her anyway. There was no way she could send messages like those and just expect to escape the fucking that was coming her way. She turned at the last second - her eyes widening as I grabbed her and lifted her to the edge of the counter, nibbling at her neck.

I pulled her head back, and looked into her eyes while I untied her robe, freeing her tits. I buried my face in them, feeling their warmth on my cheeks. Biting at her nipples, sucking them. I reached down and slid my hand up her thigh, feeling her pussy.

She pushed me backwards, edging herself off the counter.

"The bedroom..." She panted, between kisses.
"No. Here. Now." I growled in her ear.

I spun her around, into the fridge. I raised her hands above her head, and held them with my hand. I licked and nibbled her ears while I undid my pants. The pre-cum had left a small damp spot on my boxers. My cock sprang free as my pants fell to the floor. I pressed hard up against her, spilling the cereal boxes from the top of the fridge onto the floor. SHe wrapped her leg around me, pulling my cock closer to her waiting pussy.

I lifted her slightly, and she wrapped her other leg around me, allowing my cock to slide deep into her. I thrusted deep and hard, the fridge rocking against the wall. I released her hands and lifted her quickly to the counter, sitting her on the edge. I could feel the muscles in her pussy greedily pulling at my cock. I started thrusting my cock into her, as she wrapped her hands around my neck, burying her face in the muscles of my shoulder. Biting to stifle her moans.

I grabbed her hair, and pulled her head back, forcing her to look into my eyes while I fucked her. She let go of me, and threw herself back, knocking a glass onto the floor as she felt for something to brace herself against. She was biting her lip. I held her hair.

I wanted her to see what she had done. How hot she had made me. I wanted her to look into my eyes. I wanted her to look at me while I fucked her.

She ground her hips against my cock in time with my thrusts. I watched her as I thumbed her clit. She tried once more to bury her face in my shoulder, but I pulled her head back. She was getting louder. I knew that she wanted to use my shoulder to stifle her scream as she came.

I wanted to hear it. I wanted to listen as I fucked her to climax. As my cock pleasured her.

I felt her legs begn to shake, and her hips began grinding faster.

The scream that escaped her as she came was incredible. Her arms buckled, and she fell slightly sideways, knocking two more glasses to the floor. Both smashing as they hit. Her turn sideways pulled her pussy tighter around my cock, and I felt myself getting close. I pulled her closer to me, thrusting deeper into her. Harder.

She pushed me way, and slipped off the counter. The cold air hit my cock as it pulled out of her.

She quickly knelt in front of me, taking my cock into her mouth. Her tongue swirling around the head. Her hands pulling my ass, begging me to fuck her face. I held her head, and let my cock slide in and out of her mouth. It was getting hard to stand as the warmth of her mouth and tongue brought me closer to the edge.

Her hand on my balls pushed me closer. Each finger sliding over my smooth, shaved balls - the finger of her other hand rubbing my asshole. I came, flooding her mouth with come, trying desperately to remain standing. She kept sucking, swallowing every drop that my cock pumped into her mouth. Flicking her tongue around the head, and probing the slit with it, looking for more.

Collapsing to my knees on the floor, I kissed her. Exhausted. Panting.

We sat quietly for quite awhile, amidst the broken glass and spilled cereal. Recovering. I don't know how long we sat there in the blissful haze before cleaning up and going to bed, but when I went into the kitchen this morning, I could still smell the sex hanging in the air. The memory of last night became even more clear when I reached to the top of the fridge for the cereal, and noticed that the boxes were gone.

Posted by db at 5:15 PM 15 comments

[Read this first...]

I grabbed the small length of chain that ran between the two cuffs, and pulled your arms above your head. I let my pants and boxers fall to the floor, pulled by the weight of my belt. My cock sprang free, eager to be inside you.

I pulled your legs up, and without touching it, I let my cock head graze across the lips of pussy.

"Fuck Me..." You begged, as I inched my hips forward, pushing the head past the lips.

Deeper. I could feel your pussy squeezing tight on the shaft. Begging for it.

I plunged inward, feeling the warmth, the juice.

I looped the cuffs around the top of the bed post, then raised your legs over my shoulders.

Looking down at you, with your hands cuffed, your legs in the air, I thought I would come just then. But I began thrusting my cock into you. Feeling my balls bang against your ass, watching your tits dance as my cock slammed into you.

As I looked down at you, I kept remembering the way you looked on the bed moments ago, playing with your pussy. I fucked you harder, the slapping noises growing louder.

I could hear you moaning, watching me as I fucked you.

I wanted so badly to hear you come. I wanted to feel your pussy squeeze my cock. I wanted to watch your face. But, I couldn't...

I couldn't delay mine any longer. You had made me too hot. I'd lost the ability to think above the lust that was consuming me. I fucked you deeper and harder with every thrust. You could sense that I was close. You whispered something then. I almost didn't hear it.

I saw your lips as they formed the words.

"Come for me babe..." "Fuck me harder, and come for me..."

The sweat was dripping from my forehead. Running down my back.

I came. Hard. My cock spasming as it pumped your pussy full. My yells filled the room, and I continued thrusting until my knees were weak. I let your legs slide off my shoulders, and fell on top of you, burying my face in your breasts. Catching my breath.

Or trying...

I could have fallen asleep just then, exhausted, had you not been chained to the bed...

I thought I might uncuff you... But then, I caught my breath.

A second wind.

Posted by db at 6:48 PM 11 comments

After reading about a recent meeting between myself and dear O, I was surprised by her honesty. The raw emotion of her feelings that night. I had hidden mine. Thinking they had gone unnoticed. Yet now, I feel that it would be best to share with her, and you, the heat of that evening. Those hours that, now, feel like a single moment.

A Confession, if you will.

While travelling on a short bit of business, I had the opportunity to meet up with an alluring woman for some drinks. We had met before, but, she had known me only fully clothed. She knew all of me now. She had seen the video.

It was great to end the day in the pub, with a beautiful woman. The evening was warm. The atmosphere at our table warmer. Burning.

We talked. Moving closer to each other to be heard. Eventhough we had met and talked before, there was something different this time. Like a secret. She looked at me differently. She spoke differently. Her green eyes sparkled differently.

The more we talked, the more I found myself unable to take my eyes away from her. Watching her mouth and tongue as she spoke. The only thing separating the two of us was the table we sat on either side of. Her cleavage over the neckline of her shirt. I thought about those lips, and how they would feel. I could feel myself stiffening, and tried to hide it.

Her taste.

Her scent.

The more we spoke of lust, sex, and - showers, the harder it became to push those thoughts from my mind. Harder to sit so close without touching her. Pulling her close. Kissing her. Feeling her skin. Feeling her under me. Her nails on my back. Her breath in my ear.

The sounds of lust.

I think we both understood the danger of walking home. Of being alone together. I hailed a cab, and as we hugged goodbye, I thought of pulling her into the cab with me. I thought of going to her place. Or to my hotel, a short distance away.

Pulling her into the cab. Fingering her pussy. Nibbling her ear.

I leaned in close, wanting to whisper for her to come with me. To fuck. To have her pussy eaten.

But, my mind returned to an even more beautiful woman. A woman for whom my desire burns like fire.

Despite the beauty of O, and my lust for her that evening, my heart burned for someone else. My body ached for the touch of another. The one who would whisper "I love You", as we made love. The one who would fall asleep in my arms after.

A woman who completes me.

When I returned to my room that night, I called her - just to hear her voice. To hear how her day was. To hear how much she missed me.

To tell her I couldn't wait to come home to her. That I missed her.

That I loved her.

Posted by db at 8:42 PM 11 comments

The shock.

At what I saw.

And how naive I had been.

I came home early, without warning. Hoping to surprise you with some flowers that I had picked up. You had the house to yourself all day, and would until tomorrow afternoon.

We had made plans for that evening.

I quietly closed the door behind me. Slipped off my shoes. My vest.

As I crept upstairs, I unbuttoned my shirt.

I thought I'd find you napping. But what I saw when I reached the bedroom was more incredible. More hot.

I saw your bare feet, toes curled, legs spread slightly. I heard you breathing. I traced my way up your legs with my eyes, and saw your fingers buried deep in your crotch. Your hips moving slightly as you caressed your clit. Your eyes closed. Biting your lower lip.

Shock. Lust.

I had not known that you pleasured yourself alone. In fact, you had always denied it. I believed you. Being the prim and proper woman outside of the bedroom - I never imagined. I watched you when we were alone together. And enjoyed it.

But this...

I slowly unzipped my pants, and began stroking my throbbing cock while I watched you play with your pussy. I watched as your fingers slid slowly inside, and then back out. I saw the light glisten off your wet fingers. Your clit.

I watched as you squeezed your thighs together against your hands, grinding them against you. You hips moving slowly up and down. Side to side.

Your moans and breathing sent shivers down my back. I could feel myself getting close, and pre-come was oozing from the tip. I wanted to wait for you. I wanted to hear you bring yourself to climax. I wanted to watch you. Without knowing I was.

Playing with my cock while watching you from the hall, I could almost smell you from where I stood. I looked down at my cock, and watched my hand slide up and down the thick shaft. I imagined your lips wrapped around the end of it. I looked up to you, laying on the bed.

You were still oblivious to my presence in the hall. Your hips were moving faster now, and your moans were louder. I saw your toes flexing, your stomach shuddering. Your hips rose one final time before you turned your face into the pillow to stifle your scream.

I watched for a moment as you laid there, calming down. Still unaware that I had come home.

Until I reached to my belt and unclasped my handcuffs. That single click seemed to fill the hall.

You jumped at the sound, and when you saw me approaching the bed - my hard cock hanging out of my unzipped pants - the handcuffs in my hand - I could see the embarrassment in your eyes.

You had been caught.

I grabbed your wrist, and as the handcuffs clicked closed, on your right wrist, then your left...

I told you exactly what I thought...

"THAT was the hottest fucking thing I have ever seen. And you, my dear? You better brace yourself..."

Posted by db at 9:54 PM 12 comments