Sex on Fire

There was a night at three a.m. when a man had driven sixteen hours to be with me. To see my smile, to give me anything I desired. He had come in from Texas on a business trip. I had known him, it seemed, all my life and while we were friends we weren't anything more. His life was his own. Unmarried, unfettered, and completely free. He came to my house with nothing more than a toothbrush and a smile...and said, "I'm here, I made it." I swept my front door wide open and watched him walk through. I had made him dinner, something to drink, and we discarded that preferring to become drunk on one another and what we had to offer.

The witching hour. Three a.m. is when all things most interesting occurr in my life. When I howl at the moon, scream in pleasure, rage in fury, demand more, question it all. But this night I was content to let a man who had driven sixteen hours to see me pour warm lotion on my back and rub it in with a tenderness that belied his tired expression. I expected him to want to fuck and go to bed. But he was interested in seeing a fantasy come to life. Those are my favorite kind of men.

He had told me that he had this fantasy about red lipstick and the wet looking lipgloss. So I had carefully applied the lip liner, lipstick, & gloss. He knew I was willing and I knew he was ready. I stood in front of him and undressed him. He was the first man I had ever undressed from top to bottom and all I wanted to do was leave these lipstick prints all over his sexy body. He turned me on and inside out and he was always interested in my pleasure. Something about a much older man...they figured it out...if she comes, she'll make sure I come. Hmmm...? Too bad younger guys don't have that figured out...it'd make cougars out of us all, eh? Anyway, I had him undressed and he didn't have a problem asking me to do anything...he'd tie me up, tell me dirty things, call me from work just to hear my breath catch if it was him on the phone. So this night of all the nights when he'd just shown me how much he wanted me it was my turn to make his fantasy come to life....or rather one of his fantasies. So I pulled him to the bed, ordered him on his back, straddled him, so he could feel how wet I was, how much I wanted him. And I began kissing his bottom lip, so decadent, so luscious, so damn sexy I could have stayed right there and sucked his lip while I had my orgasm, but this is about him. So I began leaving red lip prints down his body to his cock and wrapped my lips around him. I took and gave all night long. He moaned and dug his fingers in my hair, talked to me throughout telling me how amazing I am, how much he loved it, how good it felt. That's erotic right there....a man who is unafraid to say, "Take me. Make me yours, baby." and wise enough to encourage you further by appreciating it in that unabashed way that truly sexy men do.

The funny thing is that I'm a closet case....I'm a closet submissive. I'd do anything to turn my man on...I'd do anything to turn him inside out and upside down...Baby I got what it takes to work you out...all you have to do is ask...I promise. With women, I'm dominant, aggressive, but with a man I want to be his. I want to be marked, claimed, dragged by my hair to his cave, so when he dug his fingers into my hair all I could think was, "Baby I got something so fine for you, you'll beg me for it." I slid my red painted lips up and down his cock watching the ring of lipstick around it grow and stretch with further proof of his arousal and I moaned on the head of his cock as doing this stoked my arousal to fever pitch. All night long I used my mouth on him, taking him to the edge and holding him there until he broke and began to beg for his release, "Please, baby, please I can't take anymore, let me come." His soft words did more to encourage my generosity at that moment than any normal command would have been able to do.

When I was done and the sweat was drying, he looked over at me and kissed my shoulder. He thanked me. HE THANKED ME. How hot is that?! When's the last time a man said thank you for anything. He told me that the entire trip he'd been on fire for me and couldn't wait to see what tonight would bring and his hand dragged up my thigh, scraping his nails lightly on my skin. My hips reached for his fingertips as if they'd had their own mind and I was like "oh fuck." I wasn't ready to be undone. I wasn't ready to show him the proof of my orgasm. He was like my drug and I swear to the Goddess, herself...he was stronger than me. He knew it. I knew it. He didn't stop and my pride fell to the side as my body went up in flames while he took his sweet time pushing me over the edge of the abyss. I begged and pleaded and cried for my release and he enjoyed teasing me. He was merciless and when I finally arched into his body he swooped in and slid all the way deep inside me and he had the nerve to ask, "Is that what you needed, baby?" But the fucking truth is that yes, it is what I needed. At that moment in time, I needed his cock inside me, I needed the fulfillment of that moment, of the climax that we would share. That knowing he would come and I would come and that we would lay spent, wet, and our fires never extinguished for the other.