My car smells like sex...

"Don't wear anything under your skirt when you come pick me up at the airport." That's what you had told me, and I had quickly agreed, knowing the pleasure that awaited me. Driving south on the highway, wearing a short skirt with nothing underneath, I felt both decadent and very aroused. I had the windows open, and could feel the hot summer breeze between my legs, a light caress that had me yearning for your touch. I had to touch myself while I was driving to you, anticipating the evening we had ahead of us.

I pulled up at baggage claim, and there you were, moments later. You kissed me, hot and hard, as soon as you got in the car - your tongue rubbing against mine, increasing the desire that was already building. I was so anxious to get to the hotel that I drove away immediately, forgetting that you were supposed to drive so that I could lay back in the passenger seat and lose myself to the sensation of your hand under my skirt. "It doesn't matter," you said. "Just keep between the white lines on the highway." And then you slipped your hand under my skirt and touched me. I was already so hot and so wet for you that your finger slipped easily into me, and I almost lost control right then. You rubbed my clit and finger fucked me for the entire 20 minute drive, and I was in ecstasy. My skirt was up around my waist, and any of the hundreds of other drivers on the highway in the middle of the afternoon could have looked into my car and gotten an eyeful. I thought that you would stop when we reached the city, but no - you kept touching me until the moment we pulled up at the hotel.

Why was this so incredibly hot? Public sex, yes absolutely. You know what an exhibitionist I am, and the possibility that someone would see us was very arousing to me. Trying to concentrate on driving down the highway when I just wanted to lose myself in the sensation. The fact that you were touching me so intimately, and I couldn't get my hands on you. A combination of all of these, I'm sure.

My skirt was soaking wet when I got out of the car to walk into the hotel lobby. And I'm sure that the receptionist could smell me on your fingers as you signed the reservation papers. And I wonder if the kid who valet parked the car imagined what had happened on the drive, since the car was filled with the smell of sex. Do you think he jacked off while sitting in my car in the hotel garage? It makes me very happy to imagine that all of them had sex on their minds that afternoon because of us - you and I have had such great sex at that hotel...

After a long hiatus...

It's dreadful of me to have an EIGHT MONTH break between posts, isn't it? My sincerest apologies, and thank you to all of you who have sent me an email to make sure I haven't fallen off of the face of the earth. Life has just been very, very full recently....I haven't even been taking any new pictures, as some of you may recognize the above photo as being previously posted on craigslist. But I have a brand new camera, and I'm just looking for an opportunity to play with it....

I've been told that I should try my hand at erotic writing, so here's an attempt. I'd love feedback about whether you like it or not.

We were back at your hotel after a lovely sushi dinner. You had arrived earlier in the day, and we had spent the first two hours together in your hotel bed, fucking in every position, as we usually do. You and I see each other so infrequently that we can't keep our hands off of each other when we're together again. Later, we'll talk. Later, we'll have a meal. But first, right away, I have to touch you and taste you and feel you inside of me.

But the immediate need had been satisfied - I had orgasmed at least twice, probably three times, and you came deep inside me - so we could be civilized and go out to dinner. We shared an enormous plate of sushi and a little red wine, and we stopped to buy a pint of ice cream on the way back to the hotel. I followed you into the kitchen of your hotel suite to keep you company while you prepared our dessert.

Even now, I'm not sure how we both got so hot so quickly. That flame that exists between us needs only a small spark to ignite - you were cutting a melon, and you leaned over to kiss me. Your tongue against mine kindled the need in me, and I wrapped myself around you. You pressed me against the wall, building the need higher - you know how much I love it when you kiss me and fuck me against the wall. I love to feel possessed by you. There's something so intensely erotic about feeling you pressing against me, with the unyielding wall behind me. It only took a moment, and then you were rock hard, and you were fucking me, standing right there in the kitchen. I had one leg propped on the countertop so that I could feel you deep inside me, moving within me.

But that wasn't enough - I needed to taste you. You moved away from me, and sat on the kitchen countertop so that I could stand between your legs. Normally, I'll take my time, teasing you, licking up and down your shaft before I finally take all of you into my mouth. But I had no patience for that tonight - I took you completely into my mouth, savoring the hardness and the salty taste of your skin. I love to pleasure you like this - I love the sound of your moans and the feel of your hands in my hair, pulling me against you.

Did you cum then? Did we move to the bed? It's all a haze now, months later. We've been together so many times, and we've both cum in so many ways, that the occasions blur together. But this one evening, and the heat generated in that hotel kitchen, is still crystal clear in my mind. And I can't eat a melon without thinking of that night and feeling the tug of desire for you.