Pocket Secrets

Easing

2009-07-07T16:39:00.000-07:00

There was a point in the beginning when I caught him off guard.

Full of his cum, sweaty and spent, I crawled up him to get under his arm and snuggle into him. He held me awkwardly. His big arms wrapped and re-wrapped around me in an attempt at feeling natural.

Laughingly he said, "I don't know how to hold you".

Understandable. I'm not his wife after all. I don't come home from work to his hugs. He can't reach out to touch me whenever he needs me. I don't fall asleep listening to his heartbeat.

He is just a fuck. I am just a fuck.

Was. Were.

There was a time when he said "I don't know how to hold you".

Now, he tells me, "I don't know how to let you go".

Heat Wave

2009-07-02T15:45:00.000-07:00

So I know this blogger. She's smart and she's sexy. She's sassy and fun. She's the first to offer her friendship and vast quantities of alcohol. She's an excellent writer and, most importantly, she's also someone I dearly want to get naked with. She is Kyra of Last Refuge Of The Lonely Housewife.

So here's the deal. She read my Fuck Me post and it just sent her into heat induced lather. She became, shall we say...worked up. The solution was easy. Every single person she came in contact with was her answer. Documented in sultry detail in a post on her blog. Her private blog. Upon reading this nastiness, and getting all worked up myself, I thought it only fair that I should share it with you. Make you as hot as she does me.

So enjoy. Give her some love.

And watch out or you may be next....

XX,

A. Secret

Heat Wave

You there. In the van.

Your sunglasses didn't do such a good job covering up your stare. You like the way my ample tits sway as I walk? Or perhaps you liked the view of the soft curve peeking through the slit at the top of my shirt? What would you do if I climbed in there and straddled you? Would you squeeze my tits and pinch my nipples as I grind against you? Would you lick and suck them while you reach between my legs?

You there. With the buzz cut in the sports car with the vanity plates.

Pull over for a minute, will you? Would it hurt your substantial ego if I straddle you and take your fuck stick for my pure pleasure? I hope it doesn't bother you that I'm not thinking of you while I ride your cock. Don't worry, it's not another man. It's just me I'm thinking of as I finger my clit and ride your cock.

You there. Across the table, with the dark shirt and gray pants.

Can you tell that smell is my wet and aching pussy? If I stand up and bend over the table, will you come up behind me and lift my skirt to fuck me from behind? No need for foreplay. I promise you'll slide right in.

You there. In the blue polyester button up and shorts delivering that mail.

Can we get a little privacy in that mail room? Have you ever had a hot fucking whore like me in there on her knees sucking your cock? No? Don't worry about that shocked look on your face. I like looking up at it when you shoot your cum across my tongue and down the back of my throat. Don't worry, I don't need anything in return. The fingers between my legs took care of all that.

You there. You two working on those trees.

Is there enough shade under them for me? I don't want to get a sunburn while we satisfy this little fantasy of mine. You with the blond hair, you're the one that will fuck me from behind. You with the dark eyes, you're the one whose cock I'm gonna suck all the while. Close your eyes if you don't want to watch each other. Doesn't matter to me. I just want you to make me your fucktoy. Or is it you two who are mine?

You there. Watching my ass as I walk away.

Go ahead. Follow me. Take me where you want to. Are you gonna spank my ass while you fuck me from behind? Or maybe that's not what you want. Maybe you want to fuck my ass? Don't let my sounds deceive you. I'm getting as much pleasure from it as I'm giving.

You there. With the long blond hair.

Have you ever been with a woman? Don't worry, I love the taste of pussy. I've just never tasted one other than my own. Don't be shy. My tongue will figure out all the right spots. And after I make you scream you'll return the favor.

You there. You young thing on the lifeguard chair.

I don't mind a bare chest. The smoothness of your muscles will feel good beneath my hands as I use them for leverage while I ride you. You've never been fucked by a woman like me, I know. Just wait until you feel the explosion between my legs around your cock. Don't worry, it won't take long.

You there. Mowing that lawn.

You look awfully sweaty. Perhaps you could use a long, cool drink? Sorry, but it's a heat wave and I'm scorching. But don't worry, I don't mind the sweat. Use it in our favor. Spread me out on that manicured lawn and climb on top of me, slip and slide across my body while you feel the source of that heat wave around your throbbing cock. Ah, there now. Don't worry, it's a momentary state. I'm insatiable.

Sorry, lover. I'm going on to my next victim. And I'm taking this heat wave along with me.

Fuck Me

2009-06-24T16:20:00.000-07:00

Just fuck me.

Hush with your words. No more explaining or pleading or persuading. Close that sexy mouth of yours and put it to better use. I need you to stop talking. Stop teasing and stop sweet talking. Save your sentiment for another time.

Just fuck me.

You don't need to be romantic with me lover. Not today. I don't need you to be tender and I don't need your gentle touch or your puppy dog eyes. Forget the wining and dining. I'm a sure thing. You don't have to make love to me.

Just fuck me.

Don't think about tomorrow or the day after. Don't worry about things that you have no control over. Forget what came before this, and stop anticipating what's to come. Enjoy this right here, right now. Take advantage of what's in front of you.

Just fuck me.

Don't make me wait. Please don't give me excuses. I just need this one thing and I need it now. It doesn't need to be special or last very long. You don't need to impress me or teach me new tricks.

Just fuck me.

I don't need your kisses or even your caresses. Hold off on undressing and forget the foreplay. I love your fingers but they can wait. My mouth salivates for your cock but there's someplace I need it more. Don't worry about me, I'm ready.

Just fuck me.

Please. I'm begging you.

Just fuck me.

Dos

2009-06-12T10:50:00.000-07:00

Dos years that is, for Pocket Secrets.

Happy blogversary to me!

Thought I'd celebrate by giving you a rare peek at the real A. Secret once again. The mystery is fun but sometimes you deserve some eye candy too.

Speaking of deserve, if it weren't for a few people then this blog wouldn't be what it is today.

***tapping microphone***

"Is this thing on? I'd like to thank..."

EZ Cheese, Unbroken, and Sinful for going from virtual strangers to being on my Christmas card list. Thank you for your help, friendship, daily emails, and for putting up with my ass. I love you.

Riff, Sage, Single One, Ronjazz, Quiet In The Corner, Edge, and Badside, for making me feel so desired and sexy all of the time. You are a bunch of pervs and I love it.

Kyra, Lakey, Ms. I, Marianne, L., Bad Influence Girl, Cate, and Pitseleh, for being my go-to girls. Your advice, stories, and cocktails have kept me going.

Max, for his amazing appreciation of food, drink, and women. Someday handsome, someday.

Brad, for all of his help and compliments (and he's not even trying to get into my pants!).

My readers for continuing to come back here when sometimes there isn't even anything new to read. Your comments make my day.

Lastly, and most importantly, my Loverboy. Truly, if it weren't for him none of this would even exist. Inspiration at it's finest.

Thank you ALL!

Okay pop the champagne and then let's fuck!

xx,

A. Secret

How To Save A Man From Drowning

2009-05-22T15:18:00.000-07:00

Step 1

Try to remove the victim from the water immediately. If the person is still conscious and able to stay afloat, throw in a floating device or life preserver.

The signs were all there. The cries for help, the panic, the struggle to stay afloat. Yes, this lover of mine was most certainly drowning. Lost in life and love he begs me to save him. And I do. Who could not save a drowning man? I went to him and showed him everything he was missing. Everything that was possible. Frustrations so easily eased in the space between my thighs. Hurt so easily assuaged with my eager little mouth. I gave him passion. I gave him my flesh and my lust. I gave him his smile back. He drank me in like a man dying of thirst. Desperate gulps of my kiss and my wetness, my scent and my skin.

Step 2

If the victim is within reach, then use a long pole, stick or rope so they can have something to hold onto while you are pulling them out of the water.

It's so easy to give a hungry man nourishment. Feeding his beast with my willing little ways. Letting him have me whenever he needs me; letting him do whatever his heart and his hard on desire. To give him what he asks for. It is so natural to offer a lost man direction. Those moments in an orgasm's wake when the soul bubbles to the surface and you bear witness to truth and emotion. Support offered in kisses, sympathy, and understanding.

Step 3
If the person is too far out of reach, then try to swim out towards the person. Remember this should only be done by a good swimmer who knows some basic rescue techniques. The danger of an inexperienced person rescuing a drowning victim is the risk of being grabbed and pulled down by the victim.

In the adrenaline rush of saving a life there is no thinking, just doing. In the consuming grip of lust you ignore the slips and the signs. I hardly notice that the fuck becomes making love; when whore or slut is replaced with baby girl or darling. It's so easy to overlook the obvious, to justify his need. I am his life preserver after all. I am the one who saved him from drowning. It's natural that you'd have appreciation for the one who rescued you. It's understandable feeling that you owed them your life.

So why am I so surprised when he takes my face in his hands, meets my eyes, and tells me "I've fallen in love with you"?

Attention Whore

2009-05-12T09:24:00.000-07:00

I've been such a bad girl. Of course, you know that. I won't even offer up my ass for swats because by now you're on to the fact that in my book that'd be considered foreplay. You see my sexies, your girl has been swallowed whole by love, lust, and work and I haven't had a chance to give Pocket Secrets here any attention. Apparently though the ever sultry Madeline has, in a recent Fleshbot. Thanks sugar!

I promise to lick your fancies soon with more tales of debauchery but in the meantime....
XX,
A. Secret

It's how it is that I always want more. That my need exceeds my patience.

As his eyes meet mine I am thinking about his mouth and what he tastes like. As he kisses me I am wondering where his hands are going to grip me next.

It's never enough when my wants are unleashed.

As his hands work their way up my dress I am wondering if he will let me taste myself on his fingers. As his fingers slip into my core I am wanting the heft of his cock in my palm.

Insatiable my desire.

As I slide to my knees before him and take his cock into my wet mouth I am wanting his wet mouth on me. As his mouth laps at me and I grind into him I can think of nothing but how I need to be filled by him.

The hunger doesn't diminish.

As he pins my ankles in his hand and plunges his cock in deep I can only think of how it will feel to fall over that edge. And when I cry out and cum onto him I am already meeting his eyes and thinking about what his mouth tastes like.

Greedy little whore that I am.

Yes This Post Is About You

2009-04-30T13:53:00.000-07:00

I wonder....

I wonder about your kiss. Will that first kiss be hesitant and soft, or will all this pent up longing turn it into a fervent against the wall kind of crush? Will you taste like coffee, or mint, or lust? Will your hands be clutching my hips and pulling me tighter into you? Or twisted up in my hair keeping my face to yours longer?

I wonder if you'll be able to read the thoughts in my eyes. To know in that brief instant when our eyes lock that I am telling you that I want you. That I need you inside of me. Now. Will you touch me where only your words have before? Will you keep those windows to the soul open as your cockhead parts the lips of my pussy for the very first time?

I wonder what you'll smell like when I finally have you as mine. Like man I am sure. Woodsy, clean. Like leather. Or earth. Solid. Will you get goosebumps as I work my way down your body, sniffing your skin and tasting your flesh? A lick of your nipple, a nibble of your lip, a bite of your inner thigh. Good enough to eat I imagine.

I wonder what it will feel like being with you. What the stubble on your chin will feel like against my tender little places. If it will feel safe being in your hands. Comfortable being in your arms. How it will feel when we can finally have what we want. What will I feel with that first thrust of your hard cock? Will we feel like crying or laughing?

I wonder about how it will be, us together. Skin to skin, bone to bone, sex against sex. Will it be nasty? Urgent and hard? Fucking. Will you be forceful and demanding, obliging me when I growl for harder and deeper? Grinding and groaning, getting off on the finally of it all. Or will it be breakably gentle, painstakingly tender? Making love. Each movement slow and deliberate, thoughtful. Sweet release with the finally of it all.

I wonder if you know how badly I'd love the answers.

Surrender

2009-04-24T16:42:00.000-07:00

You try so hard to give me up.

You can't stop thinking about my eager little mouth and my begging baby blues. You try to put my full tits and my dangerous curves out of your mind. Forget that I am begging for you to kiss me, to fuck me, to cum for me. It's completely out of your control. The Devil made you do it. And she's not wearing panties.

You tell yourself you'll stay away.

Yet conscience laden promises are tossed aside with the pants you can't get off fast enough. Forgive me Father for I have sinned. What mortal could resist such devious temptation, the naked flesh offered up. A veritable feast for your eyes. Last supper between my thighs. I make it oh so easy for you to be bad.

You swear each time will be your last.

Close your eyes when I lower my head into your lap. It's okay to groan when I work my tongue around the head of your rock hard cock. Call me a dirty girl for spitting on your manhood and working you with my fist. Tilt your head back and pray that you don't cum too quickly. The sin is already in motion handsome. You might as well get your monies worth out of it. After all, You are just a man, and I am just a whore.

Just one more time you say.

You'll get that itch scratched. Your rocks off. Your addiction quenched. There are so many ways you can have me, and so many things to try. Bring it baby. Show me how nasty you can get. Fuck me how you want to, where you want to, with whom you want to. Now's your chance to mark me, to claim me, to ruin me for all who come after you. Give me all you've got.

Fuck me like you're never going to see me again.

10-4

2009-04-21T15:42:00.000-07:00

Most of the time I enjoy being sassy. Smarting off, hands on my hips, dare in my eye. Make me. Go ahead and try. We'll see about that Stud. It's not that I'm doing so to a man who'll let me get away with it. Quite the contrary actually. It's just that I enjoy what the provoking brings about. Determining just how far I can push before he goes over...and takes me with him.

There are those times though when the tone of the telling begs caution. When the look in his eyes leaves no doubt as to his seriousness. My instincts implore me to take heed. This was one of those days.

He made a simple request of me. So simple that no room was left for my protests. I was to show off to the truckers all along my route to him. I'd done it before at his request and my own needy urges. This time he wanted my panties off, my skirt too if necessary, and my legs splayed wide. He instructed me to make sure that I was giving the good old boys a good view. Whether I wanted to or not. Something in the tone of his voice had me uncharacteristically obliging.

I enjoy driving fast, always searching far ahead for the easiest path to uniterrupted speed. But not today. I had orders. I waited for the first stoplight to look over to my right and catch the eye of the driver next to me. Smiling I reach under my skirt and tug my panties down my thighs and off. That earns me a jaw drop. As I hike up my short skirt so it sits at my waist the light changes green. Your loss, the next guy's gain. At cruising speed I can get side by side, matching speed and teasing longer. My fingers go into my mouth and then down onto my clit to wetten it. Rubbing and scooching further forward into my seat, head back. I dip into myself over and over, thinking of the cock that will soon replace my fingers. I look over to my new found friends to make sure they are watching, as I do so love to be watched. Mostly though I am lost in the throbbing, lost in the lust, lost in the exhibitionism.

Which is why it took me much longer than necessary to notice that his car was in my rear view mirror.

He was not waiting for me at the end of my journey but rather following along behind me. I stifled a scream and panicked for an instant. So used to my defiance was he that he took it upon himself to make sure I was doing as he asked. As he'd told. For miles he'd followed me, oblivious, slutty me, enjoying the show I was putting on while he too watched. He'd noted the stares, the big rigs honks, and sudden brake lights. He'd watched these men drool, watched me tease them, and relished in the fact that he'd very soon have his hands on the thing these men were only jerking off to later.

And with each reaction I'd received I was unknowingly earning good girl points in his book.

Some days it pays to behave.

Relief

2009-01-30T16:42:00.000-08:00

It began...

when I opened my eyes to first morning light. My hand was resting lightly between my legs and I could feel the ache of lust and the wetness underneath my fingers. First one finger, and then two, gently sliding within. My thoughts flood with images; a toy inserted, his finger slipping in my tighter hole as my toes curl, his tongue tracing the hollow of my hipbone. The need for release is unbearable.

It continued...

when I got to work and read his words. Nasty, filthy, fuck words. Scenes of past and future laid out before me in vivid detail. Building me up, pulling me under, possessing my mind. How much he enjoyed watching me play with myself in the back seat of my car recently. Skirt hiked up my hips and thigh high covered legs bent in such a way to offer the voyeur the view. Describing how I look with my throatful of his cock, curtain of long blond hair in the sunlight, licking cum covered lips.

It ended...

when I found myself leaning against the wall of my work bathroom. Little black dress jacked up, stiletto stance wide, flimsy hot pink panties stretched mid thigh. Head back, eyes closed, fingers playing and strumming. So wet am I that my honey coats my knuckles, and slicks the inside of my thigh. Images and fantasies flash through my mind, each taking me closer to that edge, pushing me along. Dirty, raunchy thoughts. Taboo thoughts. Things a good girl shouldn't be envisioning. But when I open my eyes and catch sight of myself...hot pink and black, nails raking my skin, legs splayed wide...it's a nastier and naughtier image than I could dream up and I cum. Hard. Just like that. Thrown over the edge so haphazardly that a laugh follows the release of my breath.

Maybe now I can get something done.

"How Did You Know"

2009-01-21T15:25:00.000-08:00

There is a man in my life. He's not the usual man, though very much in my usual life. He was witness to the last post of mine and it drew him out. He wondered how I knew. I said in my post to tell me, and he did. He's shy and reserved by nature so he poured out his desire in an email. I like it so much I thought I'd share. Of course, I also love him and want to fuck him....both in more ways than one.

Give him some love, won't you?

XX,

A. Secret

I am laying in my motel room wishing it was warm outside so I could walk on the bluffs overlooking the ocean. The TV is on, some dribble, when I hear the door click as if someone is trying to enter my room. I am torn between outrage and embarrassment (the actress on TV playing the wife has on a tight sweater and has a luscious ass, I have intermittently been rubbing my cock thru my bvd's and am semi erect.) As I start up, the door swings open, and there you are...

I am dumbfounded. How did you know I was here? Why are you here? Are you alone? I quickly glance thru the open door. You see me in utter chaos and you laugh as you push the door closed behind you with your foot. I sit on the edge of the bed and you barely look away from my eyes as you push my briefcase off the table, it falls to the floor as you place your overnight bag in its place. I have to smile back, and start to chuckle.

I stand to meet you and we stare into each others eyes. We silently move together and lightly kiss. My hands capture your face and I pull your face back, then we kiss harder and my hands fall to your ass as I pull you in as tight as I can. You push me away and throw your dress over your head. I grab you and spin you around, then push you backwards onto the bed. I quickly remove your panties and lower myself to my knees, grab you by your hips and pull your pussy to my mouth. Oohh you taste so sweet. You groan, I lick you and nibble you...

I can't take it. I stand up and rip off my bvds, I am shaking with anticipation. My cock is throbbing, it is so stiff it feels like it's going to burst. I enter you with a thrust, wanting to be gentle but not able to hold myself back. I grab you under your calves and push in as far as I can go. You yell out "haa haa" with a giant smile. We thrust and push until we are breathing so hard, sweat is running. I drop your legs and fall on to you, I yank your bra down off your breasts and suck and lick, both one then the other. I am breathing better and still throbbing, wanting, you are squirming, wanting.

Once again I stand up. I put your heels on my shoulders, and slowly push, push, push into your beautiful ass. You close your eyes and tilt your head, and I am in, working back and forth. I reach down with my left hand and pull your pussy up and spread it out, with my right I use three fingers to gather and fiddle your clit as I push deep into you with my cock. You start to shudder and as your breath catches, I pull out of you and spray my cum over your stomach and pussy as I watch you arch your back in a heaving orgasm......

xxoo

I know

2009-01-13T14:08:00.000-08:00

I know what you do.

I know you touch yourself when you read my words. You race through the sentences quickly at first, skimming, searching for the point that will make you sigh. You languish in that place. Your thoughts wrapping themselves around the picture I have painted, just as your fingers wrap around your sex.

I know there are certain words that are a jolt to your gut. Dirty little spunk words that trip off the tongue. Words like wet and cunt, mouth and cum, ass and take. But it's the phrases that spill from my lips that make you ache with lust. That make you want. "Cum for me baby", begged with eager eyes. "Give it to me harder", pleaded urgently. "Fuck my ass lover", said as I look over my shoulder at you with big blue eyes. Those are the things that make you reach down between your legs and touch that throb.

I know you close your eyes and imagine yourself there. Your fingertips gliding over and around all of my secret places. Our kiss, so tentative at first, so hesitant, but hunger overriding. My wet and eager mouth on you, working you into a lather. How heavy my hair feels in your hands. What my pussy must taste like on your tongue. Picturing all of these naughty things, these sights and these sounds makes you crave that release.

I know you have me on all fours, and on my knees. I know you have me in your lap grinding, and head to toe lapping at each other. I know we make love under clouds of covers, and fuck bent over the hood of a parked car. I know sometimes it is just you and I, and other times it is a tangle of others with us. I know you love me in lace and ribbon, and lust me in mesh and leather. I know sometimes it is slow and sweet, and other times it is rough and raunchy. I know it's always a pleasure.

I know what you do.

But I love when you tell me anyway.

Voracious

2009-01-06T14:54:00.000-08:00

Now, I am battered and bruised. Tore up. I'm limping along, licking my wounds. Putting myself back together and smoothing down the frayed ends. Taking stock and inventory, accessing the damage. Mentally reprimanding myself for always needing the rush of going beyond what's expected.

I pushed and provoked and back talked my way right into what I deserved. Spoiled little girl stomping her feet and demanding to have it her way. My hands on my hips, the dare in my eye. Give it to me good, give it to me hard, give it to me fast, and give it to me fierce. No being careful with my wishes. No sugar coating my sass with a smile.

Now, I am sore and stretched. Aching and tender. Every movement reminds me that I was fucked exactly as I asked to be. My face is reddened from his slap. Punishment for not answering him when he asked whose whore I was. My nipples raw from the bite of his teeth. There are five pea sized bruises on my hip where his fingers dug in to stop my squirming. Sitting is difficult. Whether from his stinging slaps or his fucking of my ass, I am not sure.

But don't go thinking he came away the clear winner of our fuck. Silly to assume I went down without a fight. What fun would there be in making it easy for him. Why give when it's so much more thrilling to make him take. His collarbone possesses the marks of my teeth. His back is crisscrossed with the rake of my nails. His shirt may be missing a button. And surely his own ass might be tender after the invasion of my finger while I sucked his cock.

So while I may be humbled and hobbling, I most certainly am not defeated. While I may need a moment to regain my balance and to collect myself, I most definitely am not down for the count. As I have told you over and over, it is never enough for me. I always want more. There's no keeping a greedy girl down.

So who's next?

Give & Take

2008-12-30T11:45:00.000-08:00

I want to be blindfolded. Take away my ability to know what is coming next. To prepare for that which is about to happen. Make me wet wondering what you are doing and ache to know where you will touch me next.

Don't tie me up. I can't stand not being able to touch, to take. I can't give you that kind of control. I need to be able to move and to grind. I need my hands free to explore your body and my legs free to wrap around you.

Give me another woman to taste. Let me know the softness of her kiss and the slope of her curves. Let her lap up my honey while I stroke her silky hair. Watch as our legs intertwine and hips sway to the slow dance of lust.

Give me another man to fuck. Push me on all fours and take me from behind as I take his cock into my mouth. Wonder which cock I am enjoying more. Let him pin me down while you have your way with me. Switch up and see how much I can take.

Don't fall in love with me. Fall in love with being with me. Enjoy the time, crave the connection. The sex can be slow and tender. Thoughtful and sugar sweet. The laughter and easy conversation part of the whole. My legs in your lap and my heart in your hands.

I want to spend time with you. Locked away from the world and the cares. To do naughty things in corners and on counters. To walk around naked and bare and fuck as I please. Wake me up with your hard cock demanding attention. Let me bring you breakfast in bed.

Take me to lakes where I can strip down and dive in. Take me to mountains where I can climb to the top after I've climbed into you. Take me to parties and show me off to your friends. Take me home. Take me to bed. Let me take you to heaven.

Take control of me. Give me your trust and I will give you my submission. Orchestrate with confidence. I want you to tell me. Tell me in a whisper or tell me in a growl. I don't want choices. I don't want you to hesitate. Know what I need. Give me what you've got.

Give me a chance to strip for you. A chair in the middle of the room and slinky, sultry, songs. Clothing removed layer by layer revealing straps and satin and silk. My ass rubbing against your crotch and your hands full of my tits. Skin and soul exposed and offered up.

Give me.

Take from me.

I want....you.

A Picture Is Worth A Thousand Words....

2008-12-09T13:08:00.000-08:00

A repost. Because I am feeling lazy. So spank me. XX, A. Secret

What would you see if you were the one following me around? What moments in time would you capture with that camera around your neck? What would you watch me doing and what would you hear me saying?

You might wonder where I am going as you follow behind me in your car. You'd wonder why I was driving so fast, not knowing that the speed thrills me and that I can't get to him fast enough.

Maybe your camera would capture me in his arms, his hands holding my face, his mouth devouring mine. Each click of your lens coinciding with the moans that escape my throat.

Perhaps you'd peer thru the window and see me asking him to sit on the edge of the bed. Both of you watching as I slowly peel away my clothes and stand before him in nothing but black stilleto heels. Maybe you'd see me reach up and undo my hair and watch it fall heavy to the middle of my back.

I know you'd want to reach out and touch me just as he does, trailing his finger down from my mouth, around each nipple, slowly, till it settles into my velvet wetness. You might remember to snap a picture as he pulls me forward and his mouth adds to that wetness, me grabbing fistfuls of his hair to keep from swaying on my feet. Would you capture the look on my face as he makes me cum?

Would you move to a different window to get a better view of him laying me back on the bed and working his mouth down my body? Do you reach down and touch yourself as he turns me onto my stomach so he can lay on top of me and slide his cock between my legs? Perhaps you'd groan as you see me grabbing fistfuls of the bedspread in my fingers.

I know you'd lean in closer when he pulls me up onto my knees so that he can fuck me deeper. You'd watch as his fingers dig into my hips and his cock slams repeatedly into me. Would you press your ear to the wall so you can hear me cry out when he pulls out of my cunt and slides his cock deep into my ass? I imagine it would be hard to remember what you were there for, not to cum yourself, when he spills his load onto the small of my back.

Don't forget why. Record the lust.I need to see it to believe it myself.

Fuck Me Hard

2008-11-19T16:45:00.000-08:00

I find myself in a dangerous mood. The kind of mood where I'll push limits just for the rush of it. If I were a junkie I'd be in the seedy part of town by now, jonsing for my fix. If I weren't such a professional girl I'd be in a dark bar right now, drinking whiskey with the regulars at 10am and squinting into the light each time someone opens the door. I'd happily climb on stage at the local topless bar and grind my tits and shake my ass for a few bucks. Give me an open stretch of highway and a dangerously fast car. Loud music and too high heels. The tables at Vegas are calling my name.

I have a need right now. A need to be fucked hard. Save your tenderness for your sweetheart. Are you up for fierce fucking me? I'm such a bad little girl. Put me in a corner and punish me for being naughty. Fuck me dirty. Fuck me raw. Pull me apart like a wishbone until my hips crack and I cry out. Leave your handprint on my ass, or better yet my cheek. Make me flinch Stud. Clench my long hair in your fist, close to my scalp where it gives you the most control. Gag me with your cock so that my eyes well up and my mascara runs. Make it hurt. When I leave you I want to be sore and ravaged, your cum filling all of my holes.

Indeed a dangerous mood I'm in.

Now if you'll excuse me....I have a date with the Devil.

Pussy

2008-11-14T13:27:00.000-08:00

He says I'm like a cat.

A pussy in heat. Turning on all those big tomcats with a flick of my tail.

The way I purr when he strokes me. His big hands running down my body making me lean into him.

The way I am independant and able to take care of myself. One minute there for his affection, needing him so desperately, the next minute strolling off full and sated with nary a look back.

Feline in the way I crawl up his naked body. Rubbing against his legs, grinding against his form. My claws raking his back and my teeth biting his collarbone.

The way my back arches high at that first plunge of his cock. The deep growl that escapes my throat when I cum for him.

A hungry little pussy crawling into his lap. Or lapping up his cream.

I think he might be right about this kitty.

Meoooww.

Calling

2008-10-24T10:15:00.000-07:00

It comes to be when I am on my back and he is balls deep inside my cunt. The sudden and intense desire to taste myself on him. Please, I beg. Now, I plead. As you wish greedy girl.

He withdraws his pussy-drenched cock and moves up and to the side of me. My jaw is slack and my mouth is open. My greedy gaze is locked on the thing I desire most. When I move my head closer to him, closing the gap between us, he realizes his mistake. He's given into me too easily and the power has shifted. My eagerness has betrayed me.

Which is the moment he presses the palm of his hand flat against the side of my face, pinning my head down. Control rearranged. He wields his advantage with a smirk. His hard cock bobs so close to my face that I smell the musk of our sex on him, and feel the heat of my depths.

Still holding my head down firmly, he wraps his free hand around his stiffness and begins to firmly stroke up and down. I squirm to break free of his hold and take what is rightly mine. My hands search out a hold and my hips twist for leverage. His hand pushes more firmly down on my head. When my struggle proves futile I resort to begging. Please. Please give me your cock. I want you in my mouth. My eyes shift up, pleadingly. Mouth open and eager. Tongue out and waiting.

I am rewarded with the heavy thumps of his cock against my cheek. Smack smack smack. Against my lips. Thwack thwack thwack. Against my outstretched tongue. Tap tap tap. My mouth is as eager and wet as my cunt. The very wetness I can now taste on him.

Without pause he plunges his cock into my willing throat. Before I can exhale it is withdrawn. I'm left desperate and hungry, mouth open and searching. Such a good little slut, he purrs. Give me what I want, I growl.

Mercy is granted and his cock is slid slowly back into my mouth. My relief escapes as a muffled moan. He continues to hold my head still as he moves in and out to the rhythm he prefers. My throat relaxes and he pushes in further and deeper. I am blissed out and wanting to swallow him whole. My entire body melts and I know that I'd be happy to stay this way forever. Nourished by the feeding of his cock. I am so content and fulfilled that it occurs to me that perhaps this is the very thing I was born to do.

A cockwhore through and through.

A Special Friend

2008-10-21T15:52:00.000-07:00

I know what you want. You want me to write and tell you how it was after all of this time. You want to know what he said and what I said. You want to make sure that we were careful and discreet. You want to make sure that I am okay with the inevitable emotions tangled up in two decades worth of friendship and fucking. That I am steel willed enough to not melt when he tells me that he loves me, that I am his soul mate, and that we are meant to be together. You want to hear how he never took his eyes off me as we made love. How our bodies, even after all this time apart, remembered just how to move and how to fit. How his slow and steady grind made me cum so easily. I know you want me to write and tell you that an old lover has become a new lover once again.

And you over there. I know exactly what you want to hear. You want the dirty, nasty details. You'd like the part where he came up behind me and ran his hands down over my tits and into the waistband of my skirt. How wet I was before his fingers even slipped inside my panties. You'd like me to write and tell you how my mouth couldn't wait to wrap around his cock after all these years. How much I longed to please him, to show him what he'd been missing all of this time. Surely you'd like to know that I ached for him to fuck me, and that the feeling was mutual. That line in the sand was forever erased as once again he slid his cock where it belongs. You'd want me describe how he pinned my ankles and bit my lower lip. Or about how I ground my pussy onto his face as he lapped me up and made me writhe in pleasure. You'd want to hear all of this. How much of a whore I really am.

Then again maybe I am all wrong. Maybe you don't want to hear any of this.

Faith

2008-10-09T10:50:00.000-07:00

His greeting has no words, only movement. I am gently pinned flat by his being and his kiss. My hands find the center of his chest and his forearms, as his find their way under my short skirt. His fingers slip into my panties, and into my wetness, and my knees go weak.

But my resolve does not.
Say my name.

So long the time in between that nothing exists between a kiss and a fuck. There is no room for additions in a house of need. It is merely the unzip of a zipper and panties moved aside. The fit of his cock in it's home. Relief in familiarity.

I am familiar.
Say my name.

He sits and I straddle. So beautiful he says and I purr. My eyelids falling heavy in lust and my head falling back, throat exposed. I continue to rock gently in his lap. He watches me lose focus as I dance closer and closer to the edge.

But everything is clear.
Say my name.

He waits until my face is in his hands, and my eyes are locked onto his. He waits until he is sure I am paying attention to his words. He waits until we've had our fill of remembering the hardness and the wetness. He waits until I believe I can wait no more.

But I believe in him.
And my name has never sounded so sweet.

Say My Name

2008-09-10T15:18:00.000-07:00

When will it be enough for me?

If you slap me hard enough maybe I will come to my senses.
If you fuck me cruely enough maybe I will beg you to stop.
If you call me a whore enough times maybe you will begin to believe that.
If you demand that I fuck other people maybe that will ease your conscience.
If you don't let me cum maybe I will stop coming.

You didn't know you'd met your match. You've never known insatiability like mine. You weren't used to a woman needing, wanting, begging to be fucked. You didn't expect there could be someone whose dirty desires paralled yours. You couldn't imagine that there could be someone who needed your cock and not your heart.

So who is the fool? You for pushing me away or me for returning?

Perhaps it is enough.

Mas

2008-09-04T14:38:00.000-07:00

When I have you in a headlock between my pale thighs, grinding against your tongue, will you tap out?

Because it is never enough for me Lover.

When I am kissing my knees as you thrust into me and I beg for deeper, will you wave the white flag?

Because I always want more Corazon.

When you are pounding me from behind, big hands gripping my hip bones for leverage and I plead for harder, will you throw in the towel?

Because I will never get enough of you Stud.

When you're spent and panting and I lean down to clean off your cock with my tongue, only I take you back into my mouth, will you go for gold?

Because I can go on forever King.

When we are a tangle of sweat and cum and I start trailing my fingernails over your chest and stomach, will you be up for another round?

Because you'll never wear me out Handsome.

When you have cum and are growing soft inside of me and I start rolling my hips before you've even pulled out, will you have another go?

Because I need you Darlin.

When my pretty feet are on your chest, red toes rubbing your nipples, and I start slowly petting my exposed pussy, drippy with your cum, will you admit defeat?

Because I am always up for more Sir.

When we are once again dressed and I come to you for one last kiss and I don't break away but instead rub up against your crotch, will you be able to let me go?

Because I am insatiable.

Get your rest.

You'll need it.

Afternoon Delight

2008-08-27T16:15:00.000-07:00

He knows where she's going as she's leaving

She is headed for the cheatin' side of town

So you send me off to lunch, off to meet him, with three little words...

"Think of me"

Perhaps when I climb into his lap and his big paws slide up under my shirt and grip my waist I'll wonder if you would do the same. When his thumbs graze my hard nipples and then twist I'll imagine that they are yours. I'll wonder if you'd prefer to undress me yourself, or stand back and watch as I strip for you.

When those same hands spread my thighs and hold me down I'll moan. When his tongue flicks my clit and my back arches in pleasure I'll certainly wonder if you would enjoy lapping up my honey. When he slides in one, two, three fingers and then brings them to my mouth for me to taste perhaps you will cross my mind.

My long blond hair might be the curtain I need when I suck his cock. I might breath in his scent and think of you. Long hair tickling his muscled thighs. Perhaps you would guide me with your hand on the back of my neck, or twisted in the length of my hair. As I take him deeper and deeper into the back of my throat I might wonder how far I could take you down.

Maybe when he slides his long cock into me and begins to rock I can close my eyes and fade to you. Think about your cock, that beautiful cock. Your cock with the cum sliding out of it that I want so badly to lick. Maybe it is easier to imagine it is you fucking me when he has me on all fours and can't see my face. Easier perhaps to bite my lip as I cum to keep from calling out your name.

Maybe I'll have his cum for lunch and I'll wonder what yours tastes like. Maybe it will be soaking my panties. I might close my eyes as he pulls me in for a kiss and think of you. Possibly I will imagine what it would be like to be your lovergirl.

Perhaps as I drive back to you I will have my own three little words for you....

"As you wish"

Naughty

2008-08-22T16:38:00.000-07:00

It's probably no surprise when I say that as a little girl I was always defiant and too sassy for my own good. Being told no only made me want it more. What was good was bad. What was bad was good. When I was five years old I climbed into the front seat of an old pick up truck and socked my bigger brother. My mother promptly pulled me out of the truck and put me over her knee for a spanking. I waited until we were all back in the car before looking her in the eye and saying "That didn't hurt". You can imagine what happened next. Once a sass always a sass.

When he asks me to come to him in little girl ponytails and I show up with my long hair down and loose surely I am pushing the limits.

When he has his hands around my throat and asks whose whore I am and I don't answer I must be challenging restraint.

When he tells me to get down on my knees and suck him off and I look him in the eye and reply "make me" surely I expect the slap across my face.

And when I look him defiantly in the eye and say "That didn't hurt" surely I deserve to be bent over his knee and spanked.

What's bad is oh so good.

The Devil Made Me Do It

2008-08-20T14:15:00.000-07:00

So handsome, tell me...

What are you going to say to your friends when they find one of my long blond hairs on your shirt? Or when they ask why your fingers smell like pussy.

What are you going to tell your wife when she asks what those scratches are on your back? How are you going to explain to your girlfriend what my lipstick is doing on your cock?

What is your excuse for being late to work? Or why you are home so late? When the boss asks who you are talking to what will you say? Why is your shirt misbuttoned and your hair messed up?

How are you going to explain the trashy lingerie purchase or the sleazy motel receipt? What do you say when you are at dinner and you find my panties in your pocket?

What are you going to do when I show up with no panties, a smile, and come fuck me pumps and you're expected to be somewhere else?

How are you going to explain away calling out my name when you cum with her?

If I were you I'd start thinking about your excuses now.

You're going to need them.

Naked

2008-08-11T15:13:00.000-07:00

I was given a heads up that Pocket Secrets had been reviewed by Your Girlfriend's Diary "A Thinking Man's Guide to Erotic Female Blogs" and after going to see for myself I have to say DAMN this boy did his homework. He nailed yours truly perfectly. In short, I couldn't have said it better myself. He's peeled away my layers and left me naked. Of course that is exactly the way I like to be.
XX,
A. Secret

Used

2008-08-06T13:08:00.000-07:00

I used him.

I used him to remind me why I am here.
I used him to remind me why I do what I do.
I used him to remind me what I am.

I let him slide his fingers up into my short shorts and finger me in the wide open. I didn't hesitate when he undid those shorts and turned me around over the car and yanked them down to the ground. I let him push me down and bend me over. I didn't stop him when I heard him undo his pants or when I felt his rock hard cock brush up against my ass. I only smiled when he rammed his cock into me out there in the wide open, in front of the world going by.

I used him to remind me why I am here.
I used him to remind me why I do what I do.
I used him to remind me what I am.

The control was mine when I climbed on top of him and rocked to the rhythm I needed. I let my head fall back and I allowed myself to slip back into the role that fits me so well. I used him to take me where I belonged. I used his cock to ground me and make me remember. I didn't kiss him, didn't meet his gaze, pushed away his hands. This was for me. To remind me. I let the pleasure swell through me, riding it, remembering the reasons. And when I came it was just for me. I let it bring me back to where I need to be. I am a slut. A whore. A secret.

This is why I am here.
This is why I do what I do.
This is what I am.

Home Sweet Home

2008-07-30T09:35:00.000-07:00

I was going to pay for what I had put him through. Pay for my luring and my poking. Pay for being Eve to his Adam. A caged man should be pitied, not provoked. Understood, not tempted. Given sympathy, not sass.

Unless, I need him to fuck me. Then quite certainly all bets are off.

I started out sweetly enough. Purring in his ear that I needed him. Rubbing up against him a moment too long. Telling him of the little string panties under my dress. He'd groan but not reach for that cage door. There are others, I'd tell him. Boys who will occupy my time, taste my kiss, fill my cunt. He smiled easily and said to have my fun. I circled his cage in contemplation and frustration. And then it dawned on me.

He is confident in his ownership. Pimp to my whore. The control over my fuck is his. I can be borrowed but not kept. Sampled but not had. Shared but not stolen. But what if another desires to stake claim. What if another is fucking my mind. And what if I am liking it.

I crouched down next to that cage of his and whispered these truths. His eyes met mine. I leaned in close enough to him to let the words of another man fill his ears. Words of possesion and control. Of my allowing it and giving in to it. And that's when he pounced. That's when I paid.

His lunge landed him squarely on top of me, heavy and growling. His hands were at my throat, or pinning my wrists. He slapped my face and my ass. He forbid me to close my eyes, forced me to acknowledge who was fucking me. He shoved my mouth onto his long cock and held me there till I pushed against him for air. He bit the inside of my tender thighs and gripped me harder if I struggled away. He called me his beauty as his fingers gripped handfuls of hair. He pierced me so deeply with his cock that I cracked and broke. He licked the sweat from my heaving chest and bent to kiss my lips. He slid two fingers into my pussy full of his cum and said my name. When I looked at him he took my swollen clit between his slick fingers and said one word. Mine.

As You Wish

2008-07-25T15:04:00.000-07:00

So you want me to write you something. Is that it?

You want me to tell you that all I can think about is you. The way your cock looks when it is hard and throbbing, and that first clear drop of cum slides out of it. How much I want to run the pad of my thumb over that drop and bring it to my mouth to taste you. An appetizer of sorts. Tell you that tasting that drop, that lip licking drop, always makes me hunger for more. To be filled with your cum. So that it is seeping from my body and onto the floor.

Or maybe you want me to tell you that I use your voice in my head to get myself off. Your honey thick words telling me I'm yours. Telling me that I cannot cum until you permit it. Telling me in the gentlest whisper of a breath that I am your dirty nasty whore. Tell you that when I fuck myself with my own fingers that I really want them to be yours. That when I groan and buck in orgasm that it is you I am calling for.

Or perhaps you want me to write and tell you how we'd fuck. How I'd know what every inch of your skin tastes like. And how your cock feels when it hits deep inside of me and steals my breath. Describe to you the delicious pain of your thick cock sliding into my ass.

To write and tell you where we'd fuck. In front of the wide open window, hanging onto the curtains for leverage. In the shower with my tits smashed against the glass as you pound me from behind. In the hardbacked chair as you pull my head back and mark my neck with your teeth. Or in bed, with the headboard banging against the wall and my fists full of sheet.

So you want me to write you something like that?

Okay.

cupid de locke

2008-07-22T13:59:00.000-07:00

Cupid hath pulled back his sweetheart's bow

To cast divine arrows into her soul

To grab her attention swift and quick

Or morrow the marrow of her bones be thick

With turpentine kisses and mistaken blows

See the devil may do as the devil may care

He loves none sweeter as sweeter the dare

Her mouth the mischief he doth seek

Her heart the captive of which he speaks

So note all ye lovers in love with the sound

Your world be shattered with nary a note

Of one cupids arrow under your coat

And in the land of star crossed lovers

And barren hearted wanderers

Forever lost in forsaken missives and satan's pull

We seek the unseekable and we speak the unspeakable

Our hopes dead gathering dust to dust

In faith, in compassion, and in.......lust

Smashing Pumpkins

Fleshbot

2008-07-17T09:45:00.000-07:00

Big, wet, sweet, juicy kisses to Always Aroused Girl for Fleshboting the post below! Very XXXciting! So, who wants to celebrate with me? Just bring your naked and horny self and I'll provide everything else. RSVP within.

XX,
A. Secret

Thanks AAG!

EDITED TO ADD: Yikes! Apparently I have been asleep at the wheel. The lovely and sexy Audacia Ray reviewed me for The Naked City (Village Voice) in her article "Confessions Of A Secert Sex Life". So now I am positively glowing and so so so ready to whoop it up! Let the party begin my friends! Check it out: Confessions Of A Secret Sex Life

Ringside Seats

2008-07-14T16:20:00.000-07:00

"They are watching you suck my cock" he said.

We are in the back seat of my car. And I don't care.

He tastes too good. And I like to be watched.

"They are staring right at us and just watching" he groans as I pull his balls into my mouth.

Because I am enjoying where I am, and what I am doing, I don't stop. I wrap my fingers around his spit wet cock and begin to move them up and back down. Base to tip. I am loving this. Loving knowing that I have an audience and they know exactly what we are doing. Loving that I am challenged even more by their blatant voyeurism.

Might as well make it worth their while.

I sit up finally and look over my shoulder at these men I am entertaining. Such the slut I must look. My long, blond hair is tangled from his pulling. My eyeliner is smudged from his hands grabbing my face. My lips are swollen where his teeth pulled in a kiss. My bra strap is down and a nipple is out. I look back at these men who are standing there watching and I smile my sly little smile. The one that says "Enjoy the show".

I straddle him then. Sit in his lap so that I am facing him. His stiff cock fills my cunt and forces the groan out of my throat. My head falls back and my eyes fall closed. And I ride him. I move my feet up onto the seat for leverage and he uses the space to grab my ass in both of his hands. Even when I am on top he still controls me. Gripping my ass and my thighs he moves me forward and back on him, up and down.

I cum with my back arched and my head back. He comes with his hands on my ass and his teeth on my collar bone.

So good it feels, and so caught up are we in the fuck, that we forget we have an audience.

Until the clapping begins.

Hurry, hurry, step right up.

Fuck Me Now

2008-07-08T15:41:00.000-07:00

It doesn't matter where we are.

It only matters that we fuck. And now.

Give me that look and I will follow you into the alley behind the bar. Shove me against the brick wall and pin me with your kiss. Fuck me with your fingers and then fuck me with your cock. My skirt hiked up my thighs, my leg wrapped around your ass. Grunt and groan and make me scream.

When my hand snakes under the restaurant tablecloth and reaches for your zipper you know what I want. How long can I stroke you there before you follow me into the bathroom and bend me over the sink. You can watch me cum in the mirror, gripping the sink tightly with pussy slick fingers.

Pulled over to the side of the road and pulled into your lap when you can't take one more minute of trying to drive while I work your cock with my tongue and lips. Stick shift jamming into my ass just as your cock jams into my cunt. Radio blaring the song that becomes our fuck.

At the party full of friends who don't notice when we disappear simultaneously. Frantic fingers and fucking. Kissing and sucking. Your hand over my mouth when I cum to keep me from crying out your name. Straightening clothes and just fucked hair, and wiping the cum from my lips as we leave.

In the under-construction house. Christening the stairs and floors and walls for the unsuspecting homeowners. A trail of discarded clothes leading to the place where you've finally nailed me down, and nailed me. Laughter and moans echoing off the empty rooms.

It doesn't matter where we are.

It only matters that we fuck. And now.

Raw & Real

2008-07-02T03:01:00.000-07:00

This is a repost. Because I re-live it so many times.
XX,
Your girl Secret

It's not until I am in the shower that I take inventory. Soap and hot water my salve. Leaning against the tiled wall, hair in my face hiding that rosey cheeked flush of orgasm. My hands roam, soaping the very places you have marked me...over my nipples bruised and crushed by your mouth and the twists of your fingers...over my hips where your hands gripped the bone underneath for leverage...to the small of my back rubbed raw from the floor underneath me...to the very center of your ravaging...my once tight cunt and ass now swollen and stretched from your relentess lust, tender to my touch. Touching these places, where you marked me as yours, makes me flush again as the memories of how I got them flash to me. A smile coming to my lips as the water does it's best to wash away my sins....

Rewind

2008-06-30T15:37:00.000-07:00

A bead of sweat trickles down between my heaving chest, just as our comingled cum trickles out of my now tender pussy. The hair at the nape of my neck is wet and knotted from his sticky fingers. Breathing slows. You're good, I say. You're better he says.

When he pulls his cock from my depths I am momentarily taken aback by the vacant, empty, feeling I am left with. I protest and thrust up my hips to keep him within a second longer.

He's possesed. The wild animal unleashed and pounced. He moves me and pulls me how he wishes. I'm at his mercy and he wants it rough. I am pinned and pounded relentlessly. Who is my whore, he growls. I am, I answer. He cums, with a final, to the core, thrust.

He slows down his fucking to the point I think he's going to stop. Holding himself inside of me, still. My eyes open and he's looking right at me, watching me. He pulls all the way out and waits for my groan of disapproval. Beg, he says. Please, I say. And he slides all the way back in. The rush of relief breaks my resolve and I cry out in release.

Naked and on my knees I suck his cock, looking up at him for approval. My hair hangs over my face, over his balls, over his lap. With his big hands he gently brushes it back to improve his view. I work his shaft diligently. Eager little slut that I am.

He's removed my heels, my blouse, my skirt and my bra. Naked, save for the skimpy little fabric covering my sex. The panties he saves for last. I suck in my breath as he grabs the center of them with one hand and rips them from me. Seams and thread no match for his hunger.

He pulls me into him immediately, without a word. Lips and tongues meet urgently in greeting. Hands gripping and roaming over clothing. He breaks momentarily to appraise me head to toe. Hello beautiful, he says. Hello lover, I reply.

Looking For A Few Good Men

2008-06-24T14:27:00.000-07:00