Girl on the Net

There are so many incredible things I could highlight about this week’s guest blog. It’s got some stunningly achey descriptions of kissing, and kissing is very much my jam at the moment. Some truly exquisite descriptions of fingering too, which I don’t think gets nearly enough attention in erotica (my own included). And I’d be silly if I didn’t mention – for search as well as for fans of the act itself – that this is a deliciously explicit fisting story, detailed and real and beautiful. But for me the best thing about this week’s erotic fiction is the intimacy of it. From the first time the characters lock eyes to the very final gasp of the story, they’re locked together in a deeply intimate fuck. I love it. Please welcome today’s anonymous guest blogger…

Explicit fisting, exquisite intimacy – The Vision

It’s been a long day. A long term, really. We sit in the pub, drinking too fast. I’m quiet as always, listening more than I speak, watching my colleagues drink away the stress and start to relax. I’m relaxed too, starting to feel the beer working on me, feeling warm.

I start chatting to the women around me, and it is all women. We talk about men, we laugh, I drink another. It’s a lovely evening.

As the night wears on, the room thins out, I notice I’m next to Niamh. I adore her – she’s vibrant and bubbly, full of energy. She loves to laugh, so we tell stories of our conquests. She touches my arm and we giggle at the useless men we’ve been with. I start to look at her slightly differently.

One by one, our friends say goodnight and head home to their families. Niamh tells me about her latest boyfriend, and what a terrible kisser he is. She’s been teaching him – she’s a teacher, after all – but it sounds really frustrating.

“He just sticks his tongue all the way in,” she complains.

I sympathise, we laugh again. Why should she have to put up with a terrible kisser, I ask, and I offer a sympathy hug which she accepts with a smile. Her red hair smells fragrant as she rests her head on my shoulder.

“Like this!” she continues, and sticks her little pink tongue out. She looks me in the eyes as she does so, and I surprise myself by holding her gaze. It’s like a challenge, her direct look, and I love a challenge.

So I lean forward, still looking into her beautiful big eyes, and kiss her on the tip of her tongue. She blinks. Guess she wasn’t expecting that. But she leaves her tongue where it is, so I kiss it again, then brush it gently with my own tongue. My hand is on her shoulder, stroking her long hair. She’s blushing.

“Do you think..?” she begins, but breaks off as I open my lips and draw her tongue into my mouth, kissing her softly, tenderly. The lust is rising in my stomach, my insides clenching. She tastes delicious and I kiss her again, entwining my fingers in her hair. This time she kisses me back, with her sweet mouth pressed against mine. And it’s like the pub has gone silent around us. I pull her closer into me, by her hair, and let my tongue dance against hers. She responds by leaning into me and caressing my mouth with her lips. My word, it’s hot in here.

We break off kissing and gaze at each other. Her hands are shaking.

“I – I..,” she whispers. “But…” Her voice stops. She looks at me, bites her lip. Those delicious lips.

“Let’s go back to yours,” I reply, holding her gaze. She nods, doesn’t trust herself to speak. She trembles.

We call a taxi, head to her neat flat. She pours us both a glass of wine, downs hers. She’s nervous. I don’t think she knows what to expect. I’m not sure I do either, but my god, this beautiful thing. So perfect.

I put my wine glass down and turn to her. My hands reach out, stroke her long hair, her soft cheek. She’s shaking like a leaf and my lust is rising in me. I take her by the hand and lead her to her bedroom. She’s compliant, head bowed. It’s delightful, and I feel like it’s my cue to take charge. So I put my hand on her waist and bring her in against me. Her waist is tiny, slender, and I hold it in my hands. It feels so delicate, like I could crush it between my hands if I squeezed hard. I press my body against hers, my breasts, my mound. Then I pull her sweater over her head. She’s got a little vest top underneath and I bury my face in her cleavage, my tongue running along the line between her breasts. Her nipples are pointing at me through the fabric of her top, and this is more than I can bear, so I peel it off too, unhook her bra.

She looks at me, blushing and topless, pulling her hair around herself to hide her breasts. “Don’t hide,” I rebuke her, pushing her hair away. My hands caress her, running over her soft skin, slowly circling her areolae. I roll her nipples between my fingers, tease them, squeeze them. She sighs, her cheeks flushing. I kiss her mouth again, then move downwards, kissing her chin, her neck, her chest, with a touch as light as a butterfly’s. My face reaches her breasts, and I kiss her again, then move to one nipple, circling it with my tongue, tasting it, listening to her breathing and feeling her heart beat a little faster. Her hand is on my shoulder, then my chest, then on my own tits, smaller than hers. My head arches back in pleasure at her touch, and I lift my head and kiss her again. We slide onto her bed, lips pressed together, her hair over my shoulders.

I push her onto her back, half-naked, nipples pointing at the ceiling. I’m kissing her breasts, her stomach, and my hands slide across to her skirt, pulling it off. I want to look at her, she’s so lovely and perfect, so I slide her knickers off too and gaze at her.

Her cunt is beautiful: so soft, so pink. I push her velvety thighs apart and devour her with my eyes. Her soft pussy lips part as I do so, just a little, and she’s glistening slightly. I can’t resist touching her with the tip of my finger, feeling how soft her skin is, how smooth, listening to her breathing speed up as I gently pinch one pussy lip, then the other. I part her labia with my fingers, still gazing at her, staring at her inner folds, at the bud of her clitoris, at the opening of her hole. Her clit peeks out at me from under its hood, so I run my fingers upwards towards it, circling, looping around it, watching her cunt swell. She looks up at me with wide eyes, then slides her hand up my dress.

I gasp in pleasure. Her hand runs up the inside of my thigh, her fingers walking upwards. I grab her wrist, sliding her hand inside my knickers. Her fingertips brush over my bare cunt, and my whole body tingles with lust. I graze her clit with the tip of my finger and listen to her soft moan. Her inner pussy lips are now shining with wetness, and I can’t help but taste her. My tongue runs over her mound, over the red hair that she’s left on the front, over her bare lips. She tastes sweet and musky and divine. I open her cunt with my fingers again and softly caress the inside with my tongue. A pussy lip, soft and pink and wet, slips into my mouth, and I bite it, gently. She moans again, so I nibble on the other lip, then circle her hole with my tongue.

Wow.

She shivers, arching her pelvis towards me. Her vulva presses into my face and my tongue slides into her hole. I lap thirstily at her cunt, one hand on her arse, the other holding her pussy wide open, as I taste her again and again. Then I wander my tongue upwards, to her little bud, stroking each side, below it, above it, around in a spiral, getting closer and closer, listening to her pant in pleasure. Her hand clutches at my hair, my breasts, my stomach, and I shudder and moan into her open hole, my lower lip against her.

I have to kiss her sweet mouth again, so I raise my face and press my lips to hers, hoping she can taste her own juices on my tongue. She sits up, helps me lift my dress over my head and wriggle out of my underwear. We hold each other close, kissing, our breasts brushing together. It’s divine.

I want to taste her again, deeper. I return to her clit, again teasing it with the tip of my tongue, looping around it in a figure-eight. Her tiny bud hardens as I lap at it, and she moans as I draw it into my mouth. I can feel it harden as I suck on it, and her gasps make my insides knot with lust. Her head arches back, her red hair flowing like a waterfall down her back. She’s so perfect. I open her labia again with my fingers, pushing her inner lips apart, licking them as I do. My tongue slides around her slick hole, then slips into her, as my fingers continue to work her clit. Then I push my tongue deeper inside.

She cries out, so sweetly, so I thrust my tongue into her again. I flick it around the edge of her vagina as I slide out, then back in again. She’s so beautiful. I slip a finger into her with my tongue the next time, while I hold her open, and feel the muscles of her pussy clench briefly against me. My wet fingers slip back to her clit while I keep tonguing her. She is swollen, glistening, gaping; my face is wet with her as I explore her. Her moans grow more urgent, so I stroke her bud more lightly, just grazing it, brushing it, loving how she’s clutching my wrist, pressing the back of my head, how she’s gasping for me to make her come. But this moment is too delicious to end. I lift my wet face and smile at her, relishing her gasps, her pleas, her hands pulling at me, the frantic look in her eyes.

The woman spread out before me is still begging for me to take her harder, to let her peak, but I’m not ready for that yet. I slip my slick, slippery index finger into her, followed by my second finger. She gasps again, her wet hole stretching as I push hard into her, flexing my fingers. She needs a third, I think, and slide another digit deep inside her. My fingers curve, to feel her front wall, feel her tight muscles, feel her getting wetter as I work her.

I wonder how much her perfect beautiful pussy can take, and circle her clitoris as I push three fingers in and out, in and out. She’s panting, her cunt pink and puffy and shining wet. My little finger is so tiny, I think, so surely it won’t make any difference. I push four fingers in with my next thrust. She gasps again, snatching at my arm, trying to pull my hand out of her cunt, but I flick her clit with my other hand and she lets go, her head arching back again, red hair spread out around her, nipples hard.

The next part of my hand is the widest part, and I wonder if she can take it all. So I slow down a little, still teasing her bud while my four fingers push in and out of her. With every thrust, I watch the skin at the base of her vulva stretch, tight and white in contrast with the swollen redness of the rest of her cunt. She’s moaning, almost sobbing, my hand soaked, her clit red and hard. I fuck her with my fingers, pushing a tiny bit harder every time, so she takes a tiny bit more of me every time. Her face is wet with tears, and she’s biting her lip.

My hand is buried deep in her cunt. I press my thumb against my four fingers and try and get her to take all five. She gasps, hips arching towards me, my hand wet to the wrist. She’s stretched so wide, my thumb hardly makes the difference. Her cunt gapes at me, and I lean forward and run my tongue around her clit again. She moans and grabs at my wrist, trying to push me deeper. But next is my knuckles, the widest part. Her pussy stretches further, and I marvel at how wide she can go as I push into her, gently.

I rock back and forth on the edge of her hole, the ridges and bumps of my knuckles massaging her soft folds, her cries telling me how much she’s enjoying it. I press a little harder, a little deeper every time, her pussy stretching a little wider. Her cunt is so soft and perfect, and I’m ruining her, changing her from pink and tight to red and swollen and stretched and gaping.

My knuckles gradually slide into her, and that’s my whole hand. I’m agog as I watch my left hand slip deeper inside. My fingers naturally curl, and my knuckles rub against her soft inner walls. She moans again, calling my name. It’s amazing to watch. I gently wriggle my fingers, and place my other hand on her mound, hoping to feel my hand moving there inside her pelvis. My wrist is wet. I turn my hand, slowly, smoothly, and it brings my knuckles to brush on her tender front walls. She cries out. My other hand slides over to her clit, and I massage it from the outside as well as the inside. I flex and rock my hand again as I slowly fist her. I wonder if anyone else has got their whole hand into that perfect sweet pussy.

Niamh cries out again, and I notice I’m rubbing her hard little clit in time with the movements of my fist. I pull her clit between my fingers, loving how it’s standing up for me. She’s panting, clawing at my hands, urging me with her gasps and her grunts to fuck her harder. So I do, one hand teasing her clit, the other a fist inside her cunt, pressing and rocking and rubbing and fisting, speeding up to match her breathing. Until she howls, her whole pelvis bucking, the tight muscles of her cunt closing hard on my hand, and she comes with my whole fist inside her.

She lies back, legs wide, cunt swollen, mound glistening with sweat. I lean forward and kiss her pussy like it was her sweet mouth. Slowly, gently, I try to ease my hand out of her, but she’s clutching it so tight I’m not sure I can. So l circle her clit again with my tongue, long licks, lapping hard at her bud, feeling her swell again under me. My fingers explore her vulva as I gently rock my knuckles out of her again, and she gasps, clenches, spasms and orgasms for a second time as I finally slide my fist out of her.

I lick my fingers, savouring her sweetness, as she softly slows her breathing and looks up at me.

“I -“ she begins to say, but I cut her off with a passionate kiss. My hand on her round breasts, her stretched, swollen, ruined pussy gaping up at me. She’s so beautiful. I kiss her again, hold her close. She breaks away, looks at me, still naked, wet with my own excitement, and puts her hand over my mouth.

“Now,” she says. “Let me see what I can do for you.”