Free Naughty Bits by Tina Bell

 
    Thinking of You

    My Dear,
     
    I can’t stop thinking about
you. Every few hours something triggers the thought of you in my
head. I picture us in a club together, the lights dim orange and
red, music pounding heavily all around us. We can feel it pulsating
through our bodies, the heat rising steadily as we dance. Your body
writhes next to mine, clothed scantily in a little pink dress which
rides high on your long sexy thighs and really hugs that tight ass.
You toss your head and long lustrous hair swirls in front of my
face so I can see that mysteriously sexy smile, like you know
something I don’t.
    I can’t stop my hands from
running all over your body, up your legs, over your stomach and
teasing the bottom of your breasts. I lean in close, breath cool on
your neck, and smell the perfume you wear. You grind yourself into
my hips and can feel how excited I am, and smile wider.
    When the music changes we
head for the bar for a drink, but then detour into a corner of the
club. We notice a little nook, where no one else is, so I grab you
and pull you into it. We lock lips, and I’m hungry for you. Not
even the threat of being exposed can stop me. My hands roam below
your dress and take hold of your buttocks, squeezing them firmly.
Our tongues dance and you’re getting hot too. Our kisses are
getting more frantic, and you’re beginning to moan as one of my
hands fondles your breasts, pinching nipples and massaging the soft
flesh.
    My cock presses hard into
your pelvis and you press back. We can’t stop ourselves. Things are
moving faster and faster. My hands push your dress up to your hips,
and you’re naked underneath. You open my pants, take out my rock
hard cock and slip it between your legs. I thrust and it fills your
slippery wet pussy. You gasp with pleasure and fall back against
the wall. I press up against you, thrusting in and out of you, our
breathing getting ragged. You open your eyes for a moment and see
the crowd, just around the corner, any second someone could look
and see us, then everyone would. Your right leg raises up around my
hip as you get pounded in front of hundreds of perfect
strangers.
    The knowledge excites you
even further, so much that your body quakes in orgasm. You continue
to ride high as I fuck you. We’re both so turned on it’s crazy.
You’re so hot in my arms I can’t hold back and soon I’m cumming
inside you.
    The heat begins to cool,
and nervous thrill sets in. Were we watched, discovered? We step
out and the crowd seems to go about its own business. Then we
notice a few sideways looks, a sly smile here, a whisper there. Are
we imagining things, or does everyone know we just had fantastic
sex in the middle of a crowded club?
    Mmmm…Doesn’t that sound
like fun?

 
    Doggy Style

    We saunter into the
bedroom, your hips swaying, buttocks moving visibly under the
skin-tight silk dress which hugs your incredible curves, then
flares at the calves to expose your slender ankles and elegant high
heels. My hands instinctively reach out and caress you, I am
uncontrollable. I can feel my heart pounding, anticipation hot, as
you turn around and we are only inches from each other. I can smell
your perfume, intoxicating, filling my nostrils and making my head
swim. I‘m falling deeper under your spell. Pheromones are spreading
like wildfire and I know you feel it too.
    There’s a glint in your
eyes, of desire and uncertainty. Will he
do it right? Will he take me to new heights? you ask yourself.
    I lean in and whisper the
answer to your unspoken question in your ear. “I’m going to fuck
you long and hard.” Your pulse races faster, I can see the vein in
your neck flutter as I reach up and grab the clasp holding that
sexy dress to your body. With a snap of my fingers the dress is
released, no longer able to contain your mouthwatering curves. It
slides gently down your figure, fluttering over your perfect skin.
I step back to admire the woman before me.
    You are naked,