On the way to Sweden

On the way to Sweden.

The first part of this was sent to me by a reader who is on her way to Sweden and a new life with a husband that she had had less than a few months with in the States. I have edited her text a bit to make it a little more readable, but essentially, this is her story. Thank you, Sky.







Without thought, I find myself walking over to your chair where you are sitting massaging your member watching me with a look I cannot explain because it is as if you are looking right though me, exploring me from the inside out. Such is the intensity of your unwavering stare from those brown, deep set eyes. My nakedness is forgotten, all thoughts of self awareness left behind with the vestments of everyday, discarded in an untidy heap behind me on the floor of the hotel bathroom.

I slowly place my hands on both of your shoulders, feeling the muscles defined under your skin. Then, teasingly, I run my finger tips up and down the surface of your arm, scraping my nails over the goose flesh. The reaction of your skin is getting me excited, the anticipation, watching you, wanting you. I can almost taste you on my hungry lips as I moisten them with my tongue, sucking my bottom lip as I breathe in deeply.

And the desire I feel for you (I’m wearing a black lace teddy with a low-cut front and no panties) … is achingly screaming for release. Reaching down to your hand I gently take it and place it between my thighs to that moist, hidden centre of precious need. You start fingering me, a single digit toying with my lips and inner folds then, barely touching my clit. I’m still gently holding your hand, looking into your eyes that are devouring my body, my soul, my whole being.

I’m getting really hot and my pussy is aching for you. The exploration of my sex continues as you slide a second finger into my body. I part my legs a little so you can explore easier. I lean my head back, exposing my throat. Your fingers are working their magic, bringing me to a point when I will cascade over in a crashing climax.

Then you kneel, leaving the chair and keeping your fingers buried inside me. Your other hand lifts my sheer teddy a little so you can lick at my sex and suck me with your very skilled lips and tongue, fingering me as you mercilessly tease my clit. Mm, you know what you want, and it turns me on, knowing that I am being played by a master, a virtuoso performance on taut strings.

I’m so hot now, the combination of fingers and tongue have brought me to a threshold, a quivering pinnacle of heat and need. You slide the third finger in, moving in and out of me slowly, relentlessly, sucking at the juices that my pussy so willingly produces for you. Yes, a long, drawn out hiss escapes from between my teeth. You know how to bend my body to your will and bid my juices to flow, almost on command as if I have no say in the betrayal of my body to your desires.

And then I smile as a thought occurs, I push your hand away gently, I still had hold of your wrist, then, leaning down I whisper in your ear.

“Sit back in your chair baby and I will ride you”.

You smile a very pleasing, but hungry smile as you do as I ask, sitting on the rattan chair, almost forgotten in the heat of our sex. I brace my weight on your shoulders, placing my hands, palm down and slide my left leg over your outstretched limbs. I pause for a moment, relishing the heat of my sex and the beseeching look in your eyes. Then, deliciously slowly, I allow my body to drop until you slide your cock deep within the depths of my, longing, awaiting and soaking wet pussy. It devours every desirable inch that you have willingly offered to me.

Facing you, I lean in and kiss you, lovingly, softly with my tongue and yours caressing each other through parted lips.