Throbbing Thursday - Tales of A Toyboy Part II *Warning* *Graphic Erotica*

Thank you for your patience, but here at last:

Tales of a Toyboy: The Climax

Part 1 HERE

The heat rose, starting low and rapidly racing up her body like wild fire. As her pulse rate increased so too did her undulations beneath him. He quickly responded by grabbing her wrists and pinning them above her head to still the rapid movement. "It will be over before we even begin if you continue that."

Gently keeping both arms crossed high in a single-handed strong grip, he slowly undid the first button on her blouse. Then the next, and the next. A trail of light, grazing kisses followed his fingertips' path as he revealed pale skin. She quivered under his soft touch, and moaned as he raised himself up to pull the shirt off his own torso. A tiny smirk was suppressed, as the term fresh meat flashed through her mind upon gazing at his sculptured, youthful body. The thought soon fled as his lips possessed hers once more. This time his kisses were hard and demanding, his tongue invaded her supplicant mouth thrusting in rhythm with her once more moving hips. He let go of her wrists and she allowed herself a moment as her hands roamed over the bare skin of his strong, firm back.

Again he went to slow her movement, and take control. MM was unused to being the submissive one and as quickly as she thought "Bugger this", with a quick flip threw him over onto the edge of the bed and straddled his dangling legs. "Now it is my turn."

The boyishly charming grin flashed across his face once more, and he lay back, happy to surrender control to this captivatingly naughty older woman. She slowly trailed her fingernails over his bare, bald chest. Pink furrows rose up around his nipples leaving a map of passion where she scoured slightly deeper. Her fingers dropped to his belt and she deftly undid it and the fly of his suit pants. With one swift movement she pulled them around his ankles, taking his designer briefs with them. On her knees she gazed up onto the clearly aroused evidence of his need. Smiling wickedly, she licked her dry lips. the Toy Boy  gasped audibly. She removed her unbuttoned shirt, deftly undid her bra, dropping both to the floor, and then she stood, slowly unbuttoning the fastening of her own pants. She slid them and her underwear off, and kicked them aside and standing with legs spread, high heels, belt and stockings enticingly intact, she surveyed the look of unbound lust on his face and grinned. "Like what you see?" she wolfishly asked. Leaving his pants secured around his ankles she ran her hands up the side of his legs and then threw one silk-clad leg over his hip.

Her body hovered inches from his groin, tormentingly close, but not yet touching. The Toy Boy moaned and thrust the evidence of his arousal towards the apex of her suspender-clad thighs. She lingered, tantalisingly out of reach, relishing the upper hand in this game of procreation. Her warm moist hand grasped him, and MM allowed her dextrous fingers to slide up and down the throbbing shaft, she hesitated a moment to take the time to visually devour this more than satisfactory example of youthful male virility. A clear drop of fluid oozed over the tip and slid down the side into the loosely clenched palm enclosing him. Another groan escaped his parched lips. Like a man dying of thirst he licked them and arched upwards to drink of her. She leant forward to allow him the briefest of tastes before resuming her close perusal of his shaft.



Okay - now the question is, do you want me to go on or is it becoming a bit too personal for most? Come back and comment, and I'll edit and finish it if you wish. Comment, people, let me know your desires...

I'm also adding the Flog Yo Blog link. Might as well. Oh, pssst... I did start this on Thursday but then got caught up at work and forgot to post it. Whoops.

Today's Post

Today's entry for Throbbing Thursday is postponed due to events over the last few days. It is not appropriate when the world has lost one little angel's light. Apologies for those who are waiting to read the conclusion, I will publish it for next week's entry. But for today...

Today, hug your children and tell them how they fill your heart to the brim.

Today, stop rushing and take time to play. 

Today, let the sun shine on your face even in the rain.

Today, even as your heart cries for the loss of such a beautiful little girl, smile in her memory. T'keyah would insist.

Throbbing Thursday - That Got Your Attention, Didn't It?

I must admit to sitting here wondering:
(a) if  because I did two posts yesterday I could skip today's post, and
(b) what the hell started with "th" to go with Thursday!

Of course the answer was sent to me in the form of blog inspiration. (PSST Lori, yes you! Your sexy stories and guest posts were what did it. You naughty girl, you...) And so I give you:

Throbbing Thursday

Now a couple of things before I begin. Firstly, you need to remember I probably have a good fifteen - twenty years on these girls. You can look at that two ways... One, I probably gave up on sex a long time ago and am old and boring and like nothing more exciting than a good cup of Earl Grey... or Two, I lived in the days of sexual freedom before AIDs and celibacy were hot topics, when hook ups were known as one night stands, and Dencorub and ice cubes... Ah well, we'll leave that one, shall we?

Secondly, I met my husband, Big Boy, at age twenty-nine. And had lived a full sexual life until settling down to monogamy for the last twentyish years (alright, seventeen, but that IS nearly twenty). Therefore I have quite a few *ahem* escapades up my sleeve for sharing.

But on with this post, eh? If you want to join in I may well make this a regular event and even beg some help to do a button/code thingy like Trav's for Memoir Mondays so people can link up. Ooh and a Linky like Brenda does for FlogYoBlog. Give me some feedback peoples and let me know, I'll understand if it is a little too spicey for ya...

For today though, post a link in your comment if you wish to partake. Now to quote most Playboy Forum entries:

I never thought it could happen to me BUT...

 Ah, no. So not me. In fact, because I have pre-ambled for so long, I am going to start off this regular feature with a quickie, literally (Anais Nin, eat your heart out).

Some of you may remember the Toy Boy from here. Yeah, the lustful liason who was quite a few years younger than my twenty eight years. Okay, he was twenty two. And looked like Brandon Lee in "Rapid Fire".

Not a bad way to console yourself when suffering from a badly dinted heart. But on with the throbbin' (and I think I will have to write this in the third person like a tale, I do have some boundaries).

Throbbing Thursday: Tales of A Toy Boy.
The room was dark. All the bravado of the last few hours had faded as the effect of the drinks wore away. Two strangers only hours before they were going to be as intimate as two people can be. Electricity had sparked and sizzled on the dance floor, as lips met, meshed and tongues tantalised with sensual promises. But in the cold of the dimly lit room the passion seemed to ebb.
They looked at each other across the bed. Absurdity and laughter bubbled forth, as the ridiculousness of the situation became apparent to both. The deep dimples which had attracted her earlier re-appeared as he flashed that brilliant, cheeky smile reminiscent of a movie star. Her pulse quickened and body warmed, the chemistry resurging to her tingling nerve-endings. God I hope he is feeling this too, she thought to herself. As if reading her mind, his grin widened and he walked around to sweep her into his arms and break into a disco jive. Laughing, humming the beat, they swept around the room until they fell onto the bed entwined. Slowly, sensually, lips slid and slipped, nipped and tasted, teasing, tantalising... tempting.



Aww crap, I have to go to work. Will finish this in part two next week? M'ok?