Below are the 3 most recent journal entries recorded in Wild Child's LiveJournal:

Tuesday, February 25th, 2003
11:00 am	Rock My World There's nothing like a rock concert, well, almost nothing. GRIN Packed arena, full of rowdy people, a sweaty, pulsing mass of yelling, dancing, singing, beer guzzling partiers, primed for a good time. Some of us had better times than others. Picture this - up in the nose bleeds, ears filled with the loud, pounding sound of my favorite rock band with my boyfriend. It was hot as hell..too many people in too confined a space and we had already had three beers. But no matter how much we drank, nothing could cool us down. I was dressed in a black jean mini shirt and a black tight tshirt and my black boots - a total fuck me outfit and fucking was definitely on my mind. Not being the type to sit quietly during a concert, I was already sweaty, from all the jammin' I'd been doing, my tshirt clinging to my sweaty body. My boyfriend was driving me nuts, coming up behind me to brush his thumbs across my nipples through my sweaty top, making my sensitive nipples rock hard against my demicup bra. My black thong was already wet from sweat, even wetter the hornier I got as my pussy started to flow the more turned on I got. Loud music pounded in my head so loud in fact that I could have a screaming orgasm and I didn't think anyone would notice. That's when I got my wicked idea. As I said, we were up in the second level of the arena where all the hot air from the writhing, dancing masses down below on the main level rose to, dark, except for the flashing lights from the stage below. There were people up there with us, but it wasn't quite so packed, and standing in one of the last two rows, we had enough room to get up and move around easily, to dance and jam to the music. My boyfriend had me hornier than usual, standing behind me in the aisle, pressed nice and tight against me, doin the bump and grind against my back to the beat, working at the side of my neck with that hot mouth of his. And I loved it. "You're so baaaad," I moaned, brushing my tight ass against his lap, bringing a deep moan from his lips against my ear. "And you love it you hot little slut.." he moaned. "If you play with fire.." I growled, turning to give him a wicked grin over my right shoulder, "you're gonna get burned.." I curled my right hand back to find the zipper of his jeans and ziiiiip pulled it down, causing him to tongue my ear wetly. Typical guy, he thought he was gonna get blown. But I had wilder activity on my mind as I traced his quickly hardening cock with my long nails, slipping his cock free to caress his head. "Thirsty babe?" he asked pressing forward to slip his now erect cock into my hand. I leaned back against him, standing on tiptoe so that his cock nestled under the hem of my short jean skirt and brushed against the back of my sweaty thighs. I tilted my head back against him, looking up into his eyes mouthing 'fuck me.' His eyes went wide a moment then a wicked smile curled at him lips as I leaned forward against the row of seat in front of me as his hand slipped under my skirt to ease under my ass, as I widened my stance, resting my weight on the balls of my feet so that he had ample access to my hot pussy, aching to be filled. I moaned loud and long as his fingers pushed my thong aside to snack under it as he leaned forward to whisper in my ear again. "Fuuuck, you're so wet," he growled, his fingers slipping slickly between my folds as I leaned back, feeling his fingers brush my throbbing clit. He hesitated and I could feel his heart pounding against my back as he slipped his fingers inside my pussy as I turned again to catch him glancing around to check the surrounding area. There were people around us but I didn't care. My pussy was aching to be filled as I yanked his neck down. "Fill me up you bad boy.. you know you want to.." It was all the taunting he needed as I felt him lean me farther over against the seats before us, one hand going to tug my skirt up as he adjusted his position behind me to nestle his cock between the folds of my pussy, his throbbing head against my wet opening. "Take it all babe," he moaned, as he slipped me his hard cock. I rested my weight on my forearms, looking as if I was leaning forward, getting into the loud music playing below, grunting as he filled me with one hard thrust, pounding me against the chair back. "Yeah.." I moaned, planting my feet and leaning back swallowing up his cock. My hands were right by my tits from the way I was leaning, giving me easy access to my rock hard nipples, so that I could roll them between my fingers as he fucked me from behind, my long hair swaying as he rammed me. I could hear him pant, trying to hold back so as not to be heard, scared that we were gonna be spotted and this only urged me on to make him moan louder as I tilted my hips and bit down with my pussy walls, squeezing him tighter, milking his throbbing cock. His hands went to my hips, squeezing tight as he pumped me harder now, his cock bumping my cervix soooo deep as he leaned down to nibble my neck. "You're gonna make me cum righhht..herre.." I pinched my nipples, the sweat rolling down my thighs as my eyes fluttered semi shut, the delicious feeling of his hard cock deep inside me throbbing, filling me, feeling myself ready to cum myself, fighting hard to answer him as I caught a guy watching us, his hand at his crotch, caressing his own cock as he watched us fucking, turning me on no end. "Cum loud you horny fucker.." I hissed, his throbbing hard cock pounding me to the hilt. "Sluuut," he growled, losing it, ramming me as he grabbed the back of the seats, his breathing hard and fast now, matching the rhythum of his thrusts as his cock rubbed against my soaking thong, pistoning inside me, hard and fast, his moans filling my ears, and with one last violent thrust he filled me with a strong stream of his cum. I leaned back, arching as I clenched hard, the feel of his cock jerking inside me pushing me over the edge as I came too, loud and long, pinned between him and the seats, my knees going weak as my own body spasmed with my hard orgasm. He stayed there, leaned against me as he panted against my neck, regaining his senses, feeling my dripping pussy pulse around his cock as he pulled me back to sit on his lap as he carefully zipped up again, his arms going around me to hold me tight against him. "You're wicked.." he whispered, against my ear. Wicked, wild and wet with both our juices, I thought, as I turned in his lap to kiss him hotly, having given a whole new definition to rock my world.. (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Tuesday, December 10th, 2002
3:31 pm	Rush Hour Damn it how I hate traffic. It was worse than usual yesterday in the torrential rain. You know the drill, bumper to bumper, inching along a few feet every ten minutes. I was pissed, kicking off my heels to make the constant stop and start easier on my feet. No one could see my feet anyway, right? And that's when I got a wicked idea as I scanned the other stuck drivers and spotted a cute young stud driving an eighteen wheeler to my right. He looked to be in his early twenties, with wavy brown hair and sensuous brown eyes. The only other part of him I could see was a nicely muscular bicep, his chest broad from strenous activity. His left arm was tanned, resting on the edge of the open window I was able to get a good look as he strummed his fingers impatiently on the outside of the truck's door. fingers. I caught his eye as I ran my fingers through my long hair, shifting in the seat of my car so that I could make eye contact with him and flash him a wicked smile as I mouthed "hi." From the vantage point of his truck's cab, he had a clear view of me, his view unobstructed through my passenger side window when the devil in me decided to make our time stuck in traffic more pleasurable. I reached for the AC nob, cranking it a few clicks so that the cold air from the vent hit me about at neck level, serving a dual purpose, blowing my hair back as well as making my sensitive nipples erect, as I tugged at the collar of my blouse. The humidity was a killer, just about as bad as my need to play. His eyes opened a bit in surprise as he watched me undo the top three buttons of my blouse, as I licked my lips, all the while keeping my eyes fixed on his, tantalizing him. Mr Trucker smiled real big oohing with his mouth, as his eyes went to my breasts, clad in a demi cup black lace bra my boyfriend loved so much. It could almost hear studly growl his protest as the car ahead of me moved and I pulled a few feet ahead. I watched him in my rear view knowing he would just about rear end the guy in front of him to line up with me again. Soon his luck turned and he was up next to me again. "You like?" I mouthed, as I lifted the edge of my collar, an unmistakeable sign that I wanted him to check out my breasts. "Oh yeah.." he said, the words forming on his lips clear for me to read as I smiled again, watching him shift in his seat. "More?" I mouthed, tracing my nipple through the lace of my bra. Trucker boy nodded, his tongue darting across his lips I knew must be getting very parched by now. The swirl of police lights darted across the darkening sky and I smiled. Fender bender. Had to be with these slick roads. Not as slick as me though. I was pushing it and I knew it, but I didn't care, the risk of getting caught only adding to my ardour. I slipped my gear shift into park, so that I could continue with my sexy show, and reached back to click my driver's seat one click backwards. I slipped my right foot towards the center of my front seat and met his eyes again. "Wet," I mouthed, removing my right hand off my steering wheel and laying it on my right knee. Dressed in a flowing cotton skirt it would be so easy to hike it up, right then and there. He knew it and I knew it as I dragged my fingertips up my thigh, gathering the material of my skirt under them, my eyes drinking in the turned one expression in his big brown eyes as his lifted his chin urging me to lift my skirt higher. Inch by inch I dragged my skirt up, exposing my tanned thigh to him, until he could see the matching black thong I wore beneath. I could see him grip his steering wheel as I ran my fingertip under the elastic of my panties, teasing him. "Oh baby," he mouthed, leaning farther towards me through his open window. Tucking my skirt under as I lifted my ass, my lap was totally exposed. It was so delicious. Nobody but he and I knew what I was doing, only he was able to watch as I dipped my hand down the front of my crotch for truth be told I was as turned on as him, and I needed to stroke myself and release the sexual tension building inside of me. His eyes went wide, incredulous at his luck, as I pressed my hips forward, my fingers slid between the folds of my now wet slit, brushing past my clit to dip in my hot, wet tightness and I moaned with the decadent pleasure of it. Removing my finger, I raised it slowly to my lips to trace them with my juices, my eyes on his, before I slipped my finger into my mouth to suck, sliding it in and out of my lips, imagining how hard his cock had to be as he watched me masturbate for him. His expression started to change before my eyes, to a look of concentration and intense focus, as he watched me reach out to stroke my gearshift like an erect, stiff cock. "Stroke it.." I mouthed, as my fingers gripped the gearshift. "Cum," I commanded him with my mouth, with the tilt up my hips, as I gripped the wheel with my left hand, my right tweaking my rock hard nipple as it made its way lower to rest in my soaked panties again. "Cum with me.." My road fuckbuddy, leaned back in his seat, head to the side to continue watching me, his right hand disappearing below the edge of the window where though I couldn't see, I knew all too well what was going on. My fingertip went to my throbbing clit, the thought of him stroking his cock as he watched me getting myself off totally turning me on, as I lifted my ass, rocking my clit against my fingertips, as I circled and flicked and teased my clit. I watched him, saw his right arm moving rhythmically, and I smiled. "Yeah.. cum baby," I mouthed at him, as my own body started to fall into a quickening tempo. I wanted to cum, I needed to cum. I flicked my tongue at him through half closed eyes, my left hand gripped tight on my steering wheel, feet braced, and I moaned as the pleasure mounted with each stroke against my clit, one last frantic thrust and I was over the edge and I cried out with abandon in the privacy of my car that had suddenly become not so private. I cam hard before the eyes of a total stranger. And I liked it. I was able to watch his face contort in orgasm, the site of me cumming right there in front of him too erotic for him to hold back any longer, as his own muscles jerked, as the car in front of me start to move, and for the first time ever I was unhappy that traffic was finally moving. I would never know who he was, how big his cock was and if the rest of him was as big and muscular as his bicep. As I drove away I knew I would gladly be adding him to my list of sexual fantasies under 'road warrior' and commit his hunky face to memory for sexy inspiration when my boyfriend was away. Traffic jam would never mean quite the same thing again.. (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Thursday, December 5th, 2002
3:56 pm	Horny Start To My Journal I was turned onto Live Journal by a friend. What a stroke of luck! Now I am able to use the net for things other than work, more pleasurable things, on days like today when I'm at work and the last thing I wanna do is work! My sex drive is on high, as always, and after browsing through some other journals, I am hornier than ever. I am sitting at my desk, a wicked smile at my lips as I sit here and imagine what other unsuspecting soul will stumble across live journal and specifically my journal. Do you wanna get turned off? Have a sexual thrill to break up the monotony of every day? So do I babe.. so do I. As I said I am at work as I type this, only me and my steadily throbbing clit beneath my jeans. My right hand types as my left works the button on my fly as I think of you reading this, eager to slip into my panties and stroke my aching clit. Who are you? A sexy guy at home surfing the web? Or are you being wicked like me on the Net from work? You bad boy.. you've come to the right place. Or are you a hot chick, that lets her hands brush oh so sensitive nipples when nobody's looking (or maybe when they are you little slut.. Either way, I'd love to let you into my online sexcapade. My index finger slips lower, between the neatly trimmed hairs of my hot pussy, into the warm canal between by warm pussy lips, trailing lower, to the throbbing center of my need. Oh how I wish you were here, under my desk, that it was your lips, your fingers working my sensual body, making me moan, cursing the phone as it rings, as I slide my tight ass forward on my office chair, and keep glancing at my almost closed door. I know that I might be caught as I'm being wicked, but I don't care. I am too horny to care. All I want is to cum and cum hard, all over my fingers.. My long perfectly manicured nail traces my sensitive clit, my tongue tracing my dry lips, parched from my slow panting, as I get more and more aroused thinking of you, my cyber stranger, my cyber voyeur, as you read about me masturbating. Oooh, my clit is so full that my fingertips are able to close around it, pinching it, making it harder, my teeth biting my lip to muffle the moans escaping from deep inside my throat. I want you to cum with me cyber lover. Imagine me here open for you, watch my nipples press against my shirt, rock hard as I pause to tweak them for you, for my pleasure that rises, intensifies, seeking release. My thumb traces and teases my clit as I lift my hips off my chair, the leather brushing against the bare cheeks of my thonged ass as my finger slips easily into the welcomed warm tightness of my slit, and I rock forward bending my finger to press deep inside, first one then two, clenching around them. Fuck I wish you were here, so that I could let you taste my sweet juices and fuck me til I cried out with pleasure, head back, long hair hanging off the back of my chair, shoes off, toes digging into the rough carpet of my office. Yes, it's so good to be so bad at work. I hear a short breath behind me. One of my female workmates has caught a peak of me. I turn long enough to smile, knowing that she will not say a word, for she is unable, I can see she is turned on, and I am turned on even more, thinking of her watching me as I stroke my sensitive clit and fuck myself with my fingers, as I imagine how fucking erotic it would be to shut that damned door, pull her in here with me and tilt my chair way back so that I could have her straddle my face so I could eat her out. I know she's wet, as wet as me, as I lift my hips faster, more frantically, as I feel the warm, familiar pleasure trail out across my thighs. I flick my clit, rolling it between my trembling fingers, breath erratic, between groans of pleasure. Oh fuck, I'm so close. My free hand cups by breast and pinches my nipple rhythmically, as I plant my feet, bracing, as I feel the unavoidable cresting wave of my orgasm rising higher, and I bear down on my fingers and wiggle rub my clit. I'm cumming, hard, biting my lip to muffle the growl of release, as my pussy walls clamp down on my fingers and I work my clit greedily, extending my deliciously wicked cum session My eyes are shut, the harsh fluorescent light casting an eerie haze through my lids and on my sweat dotted face, my ass descending to rest once again on my chair as my senses slow down to normal again. My eyes open, and I'm back in my office, alone, but I grin anyway. What the hell, a fuck is a fuck is a fuck..WICKED GRIN I can only wish you came too and that my musings brought you unexpected pleasure my cyber fuckbuddy. Wild (2 Comments |Comment on this)