When You Are Bad.... Are You Good!

[IrishWolfhound]

Re: Irish

This weekend has come and gone.. please be naughty....
be very naughty.....

Well you know how naughty I can be. You have read my work. It's the space that presents a challenge. Like writing erotic haiku.

 

[moonshado]

well

we could be naughty and write it between us. or you could use my space or two of these post thingys

 

[IrishWolfhound]

Re: well

we could be naughty and write it between us. or you could use my space or two of these post thingys

Maybe I'll just extract an item or two from my stories that reflect (very loosely) some RL experience. Like this, from "Summer Heat"....

"In one smooth movement he rolls her to her back. Seeing the glass of ice water on the bed stand, he fishes out a half-melted cube. He straddles her, to keep her from getting away, He slowly teases her with it. First brushing it across her lips, letting her lick it. Then circling first one nipple, watching it pucker, then moving to the other. Slowly trailing it down her stomach, pausing at her navel, letting it fill with cool water. Then continuing downwards, he slides it over her smooth shaved pubis. First along the crease at the top of one thigh, then the other. Slowly bringing the sliver of ice closer to her center, letting it flow into her.

As it melts to nothing, he finds a replacement. He quickly pushes it between the top of her lips, rubbing it against her hard clitoris. As she wriggles and tries to pull away, he pushes it more firmly into place.

And then he slides it between her lips, deep inside her.

He spreads her legs now, and slides into her. First feeling the slick heat of her outer vagina, then, sliding deeper, the tip of his cock touching the cooler deep interior. And as he pushes still deeper inside, he touches the melting sliver of ice with the tip. Incredible sensations, those. Heat around the shaft, cool at the ridge of the head, and ice at the tip."


Is that naughty enough for you?

 

[moonshado]

irish

Like the ice I am melted.. but so unlike the ice i am warmed.
I remember reading that story of yours.