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Derek

Derek

by TheSecretLifeOfPandas ♥ 21 Comments

We reached my door and I fished around in my purse for my keys. I could feel him warm against me and still turned on.

“Hurry,” he growled in my ear.

Flustered, I dropped the keys as I tried to unlock my door.

“See what happens when you rush me?” I replied in the sternest voice I could muster. I heard him chuckle as I bent forward to pick up the keys.

I felt his hand slide under my dress and give my ass a hard squeeze, before he slid his fingers along my wet slit.

“Looks like someone else can’t seem to wait either.”

I stood up straight, not wanting to be caught by the neighbors being fingered in the hallway.

“Shhhh.” I slid the key into the lock and let us in.

I fumbled for the light, but he grabbed me by the waist and grunted, “bedroom?”

I laughed. “Here’s not good enough?” I turn my head to look back at him.
He shook his head and brought his lips to my neck.

“Where’s your room?” He whispered in my ear. His hands moved from my waist to my hips and then they reached for the hem of my dress. “Lift your arms.” He told me.

I lifted my arms and he pulled my dress off over my head and dropped it on the floor. I felt his hands again on my waist and I shivered in spite of the heat.

I moaned softly before breaking from his grip and taking his hand.

“Follow me.”

I met Derek at a bar close to my house. I’d had a rough day at work and he’d messaged me earlier that day. He was cute and seemed interesting enough to be a welcome distraction.

I texted him when I arrived and he replied that he was sitting in the back of the bar. I found him there with a drink already in his hand.

“Sorry I got started without you.” He stood up and gave me a hug.

“It’s fine.”

“Can I get you something to drink?”

I scanned the beers on tap, nothing more than the standard fare of American beers.

“I’ll have a Corona.” I said.

“Beer girl?” He asked as he waved over the bartender.

“Not really. I don’t know much about them. I just know that every so often I like a Corona with lime.”

“Fair enough.” He ordered my beer and himself a Diet Coke and Jack.

I laughed a little. Something about men drinking diet pop seems weird. But I guess everyone watches their calories.

“What? You think my drink order is funny?” He asked as he moved his stool closer to mine.

I turned to face him as he stared between my legs.

“You trying to look up my dress, Derek?”

“You didn’t answer my question.” He said. He moved closer. His leg moving between mine, spreading my thighs a little wider.

“And you didn’t answer mine.” I told him as the bartender set down our drinks.

He laughed. “No. I was just admiring your dress. He placed his hand on my thigh.

“And my thighs?”

“They seem very nice.” He moved his hand under my dress as he took a sip of his drink. “Yes, your thighs seem very nice.”

I wasn’t sure how to feel about the direction drinks were going. I pressed my lime into the bottle and watched it fizz.

“What are you thinking?” He asked. His hand softly rubbing my thigh.

“I’m thinking about how far up my dress I’m gonna let that wandering hand of yours travel before I slap it away.”

I took a sip of my beer and he smirked.

“Should I test it out?”

I put down my beer and leaned towards him placing my hands on his thighs.

“Give it a shot.”

He moved his hand further up my inner thigh and paused. I raised my eyebrows and leaned back. He smiled and tickled me.

I giggled and slapped his hand. The bartender looked over and we both reached for our drinks.

“Too far?” He asked.

“I’m too ticklish for you to play like that.”

“Can I try again?”

“You wanna test your luck?”

He smiled and slipped his hand up my thigh again. This time he made it all the way up between my thighs and I felt his fingers brush my lips.

“Oh.”

“Oh.” He replied. “Are you not…” He trailed off.

I looked down at my beer and he leaned closer to me.

“Are you not wearing any panties?” He whispered, his fingers brushing against my lips.

I looked around. No one was paying attention to us. I felt my face get hot and I took a swig of my beer and shook my head.

On a whim I’d pulled them off in the bathroom at work and threw them in my purse.

“Ooh. What a naughty girl.” He teased. He took a sip of his drink before he slid a finger between my lips. “Oh my God.” He moved his stool closer to mine. “You’re so fucking wet already.” He whispered.

“I get wet really easily.” I mutter, embarrassed at my own body’s immediate reaction to this stranger.

“Spread your legs a little more and tell me about yourself.” He whispered.

I do as I’m told. “what do you want to know?” I said, trying to keep my voice steady as his wandering fingers find my clit.

“Where are you from?”

“Chicago.”

“What do you do?”

“Really boring shit,” I gasp.

“Yeah? How boring?”

“Very. I sit in front of a computer all day.”

“That’s not too bad, it could be worse.”
“Mhmm.” I reply as he slides a finger fully inside me.

“Is that ok?”

“Yes.” I whisper.

“I want you to undo my pants.”

I reach for his pants with both hands. He stopped me with his free one.

“Discreetly. Do it with one hand while taking a drink of your beer.”

I reach for his pants and I reach for my beer. I got the top button undone as he slid a second finger inside me and started moving them in and out.

“Ah.” I pause, the beer is midway to my mouth.

“Shhh. The zipper.” He instructs.

I struggle with the zipper, but finally get it down and I take a long swig of my beer. He shifted a little in his seat.

“Ok, now take my cock out.”

“Here?” I looked at him wide eyed, even as his fingers moved steadily in and out of me.

“It’s below the bar level. Go for it.”

I looked around the room. Still no one was paying attention to us and the bartender was on the opposite end watching the Sox lose.

“Okay.” I reached into his pants and felt his hard cock. I wrapped my fingers around him and pulled him gently out of his pants.

“Stroke.” He said quietly.

He moaned as I tightened my grip and began to move my hand up and down jerking him.

“What do you do?” I asked him.

Both of our breathing was growing ragged as we watched each other.

“I design video games.” He groaned.

I looked around the bar again. Starting to get worried that someone would notice us.

Still the patrons of the bar were oblivious. So I leaned forward and looked him in the eye before spitting on his cock.

His fingers stopped and I rubbed the wetness up and down his cock.

“Oh my God.” He gasped. I smiled. “How far do you live from here?” He asked.

“Not very.” I answered.

Flesh

Flesh

by TheSecretLifeOfPandas ♥ 20 Comments

I wake up to the sensation of your fingers lightly tracing circles on my hip. I feel the warmth of your breath on my neck and press back against you as I stretch and yawn.

It’s only just past dawn and the soft light streams through the open windows.

“Good morning, handsome.”

“Good morning, beautiful.”

You nuzzle my neck and I giggle. Your beard tickles me like it always does and I sigh with contentment.

Mornings and you.

The warmth of your flesh against mine.

The smell of your skin which lingers even after you leave me for another day of work.

“I wasn’t sure when you were waking up. And I didn’t want to wake you up the way I did last time. I ended up with a knee to the face.” You laugh and I groaned. I remembered the looks people would give us. Walking in the park, you me and Butch-Cassidy, the tall tattooed bearded man with the pink haired little princess and the golden retriever. You looked like you’d just gotten out of a bar fight when in reality your girlfriend has really good reflexes.

“I’m sorry. You know how ticklish I am. It was just a reaction. I made it up to you didn’t I?” You growl in my ear before positioning yourself above me.

“Yes you did. It made the black eye worth it.” You lean down to kiss me, laughter in your mouth as your tongue parts my lips.

I live for your kisses.

I live for your touch.

You pull away and I sigh again.

“I told my team that my lover beats me, but I like the abuse.”

“Shut up.” I smack your chest.

“See? It’s only six am and you’re already hitting me. I love it.” You kiss me again. Harder. Giving my lip a little bite as you kiss your way down my chin, my neck and down to my chest. I close my eyes hoping you’re going to continue moving your lips further down my body.

“My God, you have the most beautiful breasts I’ve ever seen.” You tell me before gently taking my nipple into your mouth.

I gasped as you suck and lick. “Oh stop.” I moan.

You look up at me, confused. “You want me to stop?”

I opened my eyes. “Oh no. Please don’t stop that. I meant stop saying ridiculous things.” I felt myself turning red. “My breasts are not the most beautiful breasts you’ve ever seen. They’re just normal boobs.”

“Calling your breasts normal, is blasphemous. Never say those words again.” I laugh. “Your boobs are perfect and beautiful and I’m the lucky bastard that gets to play with them whenever I want. Like this.” You press your face between my breasts and blow bubbles as I laugh and push you away.

“Ok ok! I get it.” We both laugh. I reach up and trace the outline of your lips.

You look down at me and I watch the laughter in your eyes fade as it’s replaced with desire and lust. I can feel you hard against me and I spread my legs for you.

“Fuck, you’re sexy.” You kiss me again and I reach for your cock. I stroke you as your tongue explores my mouth, little moans escaping my lips and yours

You reach for my hand and hold it above my head, our fingers intertwined as you guide your cock between my lips. You gently cup my cheek before sliding inside of me.

You moan and close your eyes as the length of you fills me. I wrap my legs around you. Pulling you closer to me, holding you inside me.

You open your eyes and smile at me as you pull out and thrust back into me.

Your rhythm is slow and steady. Sleepy and unrushed. I reached up and wrap my arms around your neck as you move in and out of me.

“Why do you feel so good?” I gasped.

“Why do you?” You reply. Leaning down you kiss my neck, lightly sucking as you pick up speed.

I dig my nails into your back.

“Harder.” I moan.

You smirk. And start slamming your thick cock inside of me harder and harder. I drag my nails down your back and scream as you start pounding my pussy.

“Oh fuck!”

You laugh and shush me. “You’ll wake the neighbors.”

I don’t give a fuck about the neighbors. All I care about is you and me. Your skin against my skin.
Your lips wandering from my lips to my neck to my breasts.

“Fuck the neighbors.” I cry out.

You give my neck a little bite. “I could, but I don’t think they’ll be as fun as you.”

I slide my hands down to your ass and give it a hard smack.

“Ouch!” You cry out and you thrust hard inside of me.

“Ah!” I cry out. “Do it again.”

“You first.”

I giggle as I feel my orgasm start building.

“Oh fuck, babe don’t stop. I’m gonna come.” I throw my head back and close my eyes as I grip your back.

You grab a fistful of my hair and pull my face towards yours. “Look at me.” You order.

I open my eyes and look up at your blue grey ones. My breath coming fast and short as waves of pleasure run over my body. I moan your name as I reach my peak.

You lean down and kiss me hard and start fucking me faster. I can feel the urgency in your kiss. You’re almost there.

We part lips. “Come for me.” I whisper.

“Fuck.”

You move my legs over your shoulders and enter me deeper and harder with every thrust.

I feel another orgasm building.

You kiss my leg and groan and I feel you finish inside me.

You put my legs down and sigh as you softly slide in and out of me, filling me with every drop of your warm come.

You look down at me and stroke my face while your other hand moves down between my thighs, gently rubbing my clit.

“Ohh…” I whimper, already close to the edge I come again with you still inside me.

“Good girl.” You pull out of me and give your fingers a lick before kissing me again. You rest your weight on me briefly before laying next to me.

I curl up on your chest. My fingers playing with your chest hair as you wrap your arm around me.

“You make it very hard to leave in the mornings.” You say as you twirl my hair around you finger.

“You make it hard to be by myself all day.” I mumble.

We lay like that for a few moments before his alarm goes off. He kisses my forehead before getting out of bed.

“Wake me before you leave.” I tell him.

“Of course.” He gives my breast a squeeze and chuckles as he walks to the bathroom.

I smile and wrap myself in our blankets and turn towards the windows.

I drift off with the warmth of the morning sun on my face.

The DJ Queues the Last Love Song

The DJ Queues the Last Love Song

by TheSecretLifeOfPandas ♥ 7 Comments

I always judge a man by the way he lights my cigarette.

It took him a few tries.

I should’ve done it myself.

Post coital cigarettes are the ultimate cliché, but in that moment it just seemed right.

“So what do you like to do for fun?” I asked him. We were sitting naked on his futon with the window cracked. I could feel myself dripping on his slip cover.

“Oh nothing much really. I work a lot. I go to shows every once in a while. That’s pretty much it.”

I took a drag and studied his face as I blew the smoke out slowly.

“You also invite strange women over to your place on cold snowy nights.”

He laughed and ashed his cigarette on the window sill. “Are you a strange woman?”

“I don’t know. I might be. I’m certainly a little odd. I’m here at a stranger’s house for one thing. I mean, you could be a murderer for all I know.” I smiled and then immediately opened my eyes wide in mock fear.  “Are you a murderer?”

I leaned over him to tap the ash off before it fell onto his blanket. I could feel his eyes on my breasts as they dangled over his chest.

He ran his fingers softly down my back.

“I don’t know,” he said, “are you?”

I leaned back and arched an eyebrow at him. “Maybe. Maybe I’m gonna fuck you, kill you and head on my way.”

He smiled. “You don’t look like a murderer.”

“You never know.” I winked at him.

He was quiet for a moment and looked at me closely. “Just how old are you?”

I laughed. “Twenty-seven. You?”

“Oh.” He looked relieved. “I’m 27 too.”

“Why? How old do I look?” I finished my cigarette and put it out on his window sill.

“Really young. I thought you were at the most 21 or 22.” He took the last drag of his cigarette and put it out as well.

“I wish.”

He smiled. “So, you wanna go back in the other room?”

I nodded and he stood up.

I followed him into the other room, laid down on his mattress and watched as he played around with his laptop and changed the music. it had a nice beat. hip hop. something I’d never heard before.

But that’s not really saying much. I couldn’t tell you anything about the underground music scene.

And from the looks of it, I had bagged myself a hipster.

He looked at me and smiled.

I tapped the bed next to me. “come here already.”

he laid down next to me and I rested my head on his chest as he played with my hair. 

“So what do you think about when you touch yourself?” He asked me.

I laughed and propped myself up on my elbows. 

“Is that funny?” He asked.

“A little.” 

“Is it too personal?”

“What’s funny is that it feels like too personal a question for you to ask and at the same time it seems almost hypocritical not to answer when we’ve just had sex.” I looked at my underwear on the floor and my boots tossed by the door. “You’d think it wouldn’t get anymore personal than physically having sex with someone right? You’ve physically been inside of me, all bets are off.”

“I’m sorry, am I making you uncomfortable?”

I looked at him again. “I’m making this weird. I’m sorry. You want to know what I think about when I touch myself?”

He nodded and moved closer to me. I could feel his hand on my back moving slowly towards my ass.

I took a breath and sighed. “oh I don’t know. I think about the way I’d like to be fucked. About other people I’ve slept with. About coworkers I think are cute.” I could feel myself blushing.

He starts to position himself over me. “Oh yeah?” He asks. 

I nod. He brushes my hair to one side and whispers in my ear. “Put your legs together.”

I fix myself and I can feel him enter me. He asks me what I fantasize about and I answer. Every time he asks for more details, the less able I am to respond until I’m practically screaming every single dirty thought I’ve had while playing with myself in my bed.

He wrapped his arm around my neck and told me he was going to finish. I told him I wasn’t close yet.

I gripped the pillow underneath me as he tugged on my hair and told me how good I felt.

As soon as he was done he got up immediately, went to the bathroom and cleaned up. I laid there trying to come to terms with the speed in which everything had just occurred, when he came back and told me to move over.

“Is it okay if we just go to sleep now?” He asked me.

I stared at him and said nothing.

“Are you upset?”

I shook my head and turned over.

The song continued in the background and I tried to think of the fastest way out of there.

Some men are not worth the time it takes to get ready to see them.

Sexual Cannibalism

Sexual Cannibalism

by TheSecretLifeOfPandas ♥ 40 Comments

“Females of cannibalistic species are generally hostile and unwilling to mate; thus many males of these species have developed adaptive behaviors to counteract female aggression.”- Good ole Wikipedia

I can never remember if it’s during or after sex that a praying mantis eats her mate.

And I can never remember if it was before or after Brian, my last man friend,  that I wish I could’ve bitten the heads off of every stupid man I’d ever slept with and be done with them

Mel sat on the couch and started peeling tangerines as we watched TV. “Here eat this one, I’ve already peeled it for you.” She flings it at me and I catch it before it lands on the floor.

“Thanks.”

“You’re welcome. I know how lazy you are about your fruit.” She moves the peels to the table and pops a slice in her mouth. “Isn’t it funny,” she says while chewing, “how every time we try to watch the Lord of the Rings marathon we always catch it at the end of The Two Towers?”

“I don’t care, it’s the best part anyway, the first half is really boring.” I pull out my phone and start looking through my messages.

“You’re not selling these movies to me. I don’t even want to watch them, but you keep forcing me because you love them so much.”

I open my most recent message from a boy named Al I’d met on an online dating site. “I do. I love them all, I guess I’ve just seen them too many times.” I bite into my tangerine.

“That’s weird dude.” She says.

“What’s weird?” I look up at her staring at me. On the screen Gandalf the White is riding into battle on Shadowfax, the king of horses. “It’s Shadowfax!” I point at the screen.

“It’s not an apple, you’re supposed to peel the slices apart.”

“Stop being a fruit nazi, you’re missing the most epic horse.”

“Wrong, Silver is the most epic horse.”

“Mel, Silver is not a horse king.”

“Kiki, you don’t know that. He could be like some sort of horse chief. He does belong to The Lone Ranger.”

I shake my head and bite into the tangerine again. “Look, that guy Al texted me again.” I showed her my phone.

“Well I would hope so. Didn’t you send him a boob pic?” She pulls up the satellite menu on the TV and starts scrolling through the channels.

“Aw don’t change it. The battle is the best part. And yes I sent him a boob pic, but you don’t have to mention it.”

“You’re making me watch the end of a movie I haven’t even watched the beginning of.”

“Oh you know what the first half is about.”

“How would I know that?”

“From the books.”

“I never read them.”

“Who’s never read the books?” I yell.

“Don’t yell at me! I can’t be the only person who’s never read the books. And why can’t I bring up your boob pic? You showed it to me and asked me if your boobs looked nice. They did. You have pretty nipples.”

“Aw, you think so?”

“Dude, of course.”

I look at the screen. Aragorn is slashing at orcs left and right. “I dunno, it’s just embarrassing to be one of those people that sends titty pics to guys.” I spit a couple of seeds into my hand and toss them on the peels.

“Well you keep doing it, so clearly it’s not embarrassing enough to make you stop.”

I sigh. “Whatever. So Al asked me if I wanted to go to coffee with him. What do you think? Should I meet him in person?”

“Is he nice?’

“He seems nice.”

“Is he cute?”

I shrug. “He’s not bad.”

She chews on another slice. “Hmmm… he’s not the dude that drives that hideous, white Saturn right?”

“No. That was Bert.”

“Does he drive?”

“I don’t think so. He lives in one of those yuppie neighborhoods where people don’t have cars.”

“Wicker Park?”

“No.”

“Bucktown?”

“No.”

“Lincoln Park?”

“No.”

“Downtown?”

“Stop guessing.”

“Roscoe Village.”

“Oh damn, I think that’s it.” I look at his text. “‘Mmm, sexy pic. What do you say we finally meet up? How about saturday? I know a good place for coffee.‘”

“Ooh he said you were sexy.”

I laugh and throw my phone next to me. “Well damn, if he didn’t think I was sexy with my boobs out I would’ve cried.”

She laughs and turns off the TV. “No more dead creepy things.”

“Orcs. The creepy things are called orcs. And fine we don’t have to watch. I’m going to bring you the books so you can read them first and then we can try the movies again. Besides it seems to go against the natural order of things to start at the end of the second movie in a trilogy without having at least read the books for some sort of reference.”

“God you’re such a nerd.”

“Shut up.”

I met Al, at a coffee shop on Lincoln Avenue at 11:00 am. He was sitting by himself at a table near the window, reading comics and eating a biscotti. I watched him for 15 minutes before walking over to his table.

“Hi.” I said.

“I was wondering when you were going to come over. You’ve been staring at me for 20 minutes I was about to get up and leave.” He looked up and smiled. I saw his eyes wander down to my chest briefly before looking at me in the eyes again.

“It was only 15.” I sit down and pick up one of his comics. “You brought reading material? Were you expecting me to be boring?”

“No, I stopped at the shop before coming here. And it’s a good thing I did. You stared at me like a creep for half an hour.” He stacked the comics together and threw them in his bag.

“I did not! I’m not a creep either.”

“You’re right. Girls can’t be creeps.”

“Well… I don’t think that’s true.”

“No. Because boobs. Want a coffee?” He gets up and heads to the counter.

“Yes, a latte would be great.”

I watch him while he makes our coffee order. He’s got a pretty nice ass. The girl behind the counter hands him our drinks and  he comes back with a smug look on his face.

“It’s nice right?” He asks.

“What?”

“My ass. You totally checked me out.”

“I did. It’s okay.”

“You’re a liar.”

I laughed. “Okay, I think I like you.”

He chuckles. “Really? That quick? Damn, I’m good.”

“You’re not bad. But here’s the thing, I can’t promise I’ll sleep with you yet. I know I showed you my tits, but that’s mostly because I’m vain and wanted you to like me.”

“Um. Okay.”

“But, I can promise that there will be kissing.”

“Kissing? Kissing is nice.”

“With tongues.”

He laughs. I take a sip of my latte. It’s unsweetened and I make a face.

“Not good?” He asks.

“Not sweet.” I say.

“Oh. Just dip your finger in it.”

I look at him for a moment before I groan and roll my eyes.

“Delayed reaction?” He asks.

“Maybe.” I look around for sugar.

“So I can look forward to kissing with tongues, eh?”

“Yes. Lots.”

“I can deal with that.”

“Good.” I say as I get up to find some sugar.

30. Incorporates: praying mantis, nectarines, Saturn, natural order, tongues, towers. *note, I wrote this, the whole time picturing a tangerine in my head and not a nectarine, which is not peeled and has no slices. So I didn’t actually incorporate nectarine.