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People call me BC. Big Cat. A nickname I’ve had since I was a boy. However, during my years at art college I was known as ‘Fluffer’. These are my diaries of that time. Fluffer’s tales.

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Sara’s wedding, and I was stood at the top table, in a rented morning suit with a bit of paper trembling in my hand. Two hundred expectant faces looked up at me.

I bloody hate giving speeches. And since when does the bride’s best friend have to give a speech anyway? This whole `Bridesman’ thing was so… fucked up.

I opened my mouth. Coughed. Nothing came out. Sniggers ran around the church hall.

“Come on, Fluffer!” Shouted Alan, the groom. The room erupted with laughter. They all knew I’d got this nickname years ago from giving his wife, Sara, head–or as he described it, “Doing what a real man don’t.”

Alan’s rugby mates started chanting, “Fluff-er, Fluff-er” and my vision tunnelled. Sara to my left, smiled and frowned simultaneously. Tessa, to my right, glared at the chanters.

With my heart battering my rib cage, I took a deep breath and proclaimed loudly, “Sara was keen that I go down–” I faltered. The sentence was supposed to finish: “…in history as this church’s first bridesman.” I don’t know why I paused, I think it only then occurred how that could be misunderstood. But I paused too long.

The crowd went mad, banging tables, slapping thighs. I thought maybe I’d got away with it and took a breath to finish my sentence, but everyone’s faces distorted nightmarishly. Eyes widened, grimaces pulled, hands raised to mouths. At something right beside bursa escort me

I turned just in time for Alan’s fist to smash me on the nose. Pain flashed. I staggered back. On instinct, my hand shot out and grabbed the over-puffed rugby-ball of a man by the throat. I swung him like a ragdoll to pin him against a wall. Under the blubber of his fat neck his oesophagus felt flimsy and hollow. My other fist clenched, primed behind me. I didn’t know if I was going to smash his skull or strangle him or both.

“I’m not.. Fluffer,” I hissed, then roared, “I–AM–BIG–CAAAAT!”

Silence.

Sara squawked into laughter. Alan, even with his lips going blue, spluttered with choked hilarity. Then everyone clapped and brayed.

A soft hand settled on my fist. The pain from my nose suddenly rang my head like a bell. An arm looped round me, and only then I saw the blood all down my shirt. I let Alan go.

“Come on my love, come.” Sara’s voice was suddenly deep and soothing. She guided me through a jeering gauntlet, her small strong arm leading the way.

The next thing I remember is the water in the sink, then looking up and seeing two blurred people reflected above.

“Sara,” I muttered. “I’m so sorry.”

“Look again, BC.” Again with the deep voice. I looked up, focussed.

“Tess?”

You know what? It only hit me then. Where I’d seen her before. I’d needed a good smack in the face, to see clearly. “It’s you! From the life drawing class. The cheeky cat girl!”

Tess laughed, soaked a serviette in some water and bursa escort bayan applied it gently to my nose, turning it pink and reaching for another.

“At bloody last,” she said, radiant. She dabbed my nose again and I swiped her hand away and kissed her with all my strength.

We gasped and hugged and kissed as if trying to force ourselves into one thing. Our tongues plugged each other’s mouths like power sockets, lighting us up. Our kissing became feverish, spiralled out over each other’s faces, laughter bubbling out with them.

“Fuck,” she said as we broke off and blinked at each other. Her body, under the wrapped red silk of her dress, pushed against me hard from the hips down. I locked the bathroom door and she nibbled at my earlobe, sending more jolts of excitement along my skin.

I tugged up her skirt, a long, swathed pencil thing. Our hands squeezed between each other’s legs, and I felt I would come there and then, harder than a motherfucker already. Finally I got my fingers under all that fabric and down the front of her knickers.

I found her naked mound for the first time and she moaned loudly as I squished into her soft, buttery flesh. She stretched onto tiptoes, cupping my face and sucking greedily on my tongue. I stirred my fingers and she shivered and rocked her hips, desperately fiddling with my trousers.

But I dropped to my knees, yanked her knickers off over her kitten heels and plunged my face up into her hot, wet haven. She whimpered and gripped my head, pushed her hips at my mouth and screwed escort bursa shut her eyes. Her knees wobbled. I gripped her buttocks to hold her steady. She grunted and shuddered but then hoisted my face to hers.

Her kisses punctuated with giggles as she unleashed my pent up cock, then stooped to press frantic kisses all over it, rubbing it, lapping her tongue around the head. I pulled her up and slid into her in one fluid move, lifting her off the floor with my thrust. Tess wrapped her leg around my hip and we laughed at the flashback to our dance on the stage at Blanc-et-Noir, but stopped as our hips set about feeding on one another.

Tess wrapped her arms around my neck, wrapped her legs around my hips and her weight was easy, even familiar. I gripped her buttocks and we fucked, gasping and cursing with every thrust and wriggle. Her hole sucked me and she arched in my arms and lost control. I would soon, but for now wanted only to pump her up and adore the sight — the first ever sight — of my love’s face in rapture.

I jammed deep and let her grind it out, cries becoming delirious chuckles as she calmed. I put her down and withdrew, leaving her trembling, flopped forward on the sink, puffing out deep, contented breaths.

I stroked her bottom and her reflection smiled with a wickedness that gets me every time I recall it. Even now, and we’ve been married for twenty years. She lifted one knee up onto the sink, pushed out her naked buttocks and whispered, “More.”

Tess and I have had the best sex you could ever imagine. And I know you can imagine a lot. Fluffer would have really loved to tell you all about it. What we did next, for example, how she came again, how she made me come. He would have loved to fluff you up.

Thing is, I’m no-one’s Fluffer anymore.

And my wife won’t let me.

Bye

-BC

THE END

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I’d like to tell you about an episode of my earlier life, when I was young and vigorous, rather than the staid middle-aged father of three that I am now. Not that I’m unhappy, you understand; I love my wife and daughters. But you may be interested in my memories.

In the 1990s I was very fit, very athletic, completely free and obsessed by sex. I wanted it all the time, in as many ways as I could get it. I was fairly successful, too. I don’t suppose I was or am now particularly attractive, but if you ask enough girls, some will say yes. I asked almost every girl I encountered. Quite a lot said yes.

The particular episode I want to recount happened when I was living on a small Greek island for the summer. I’d saved all my earnings from the previous winter, so I didn’t have to work. I rented a one-room apartment next to a beach. In typical Greek fashion, the patio area of my apartment ran un-demarcated into a public area on which there was a cold-water shower fitted to allow people to wash off the seawater after swimming; one of those with a plunger you pressed and held to activate the water. Needless to say I used to sit and watch the girls rinse themselves off after swimming. It was a good way to introduce myself to them, let them know I had an apartment to myself and ask them out, if I sensed any attraction on their part.

I must stress that all my adventures with girls then were entirely conventional. I would ask them out, show them a good time and seduce them if I could. I was patient, considerate and generous. Sometimes it was a one-nighter, sometimes several nights, sometimes the whole two weeks of their holiday. It was fun.

One morning, a girl I hadn’t seen before walked up to the shower from the beach.

I think the confirmed girl-watchers reading this will agree that there are some girls who, though they may not be classed as beautiful, have an instant effect on the male libido. Just one glimpse makes you horny! This girl was one of those. She was certainly attractive. Her hair was long; that colour somewhere between red and auburn often called strawberry blonde. Her skin was clear and tanned. Her breasts were big, but not huge, her nipples prominent through the wet bikini top. Her bum was also prominent; squareish and chunky, set on wide hips. Her legs were shapely. Overall, she was well-proportioned, curvy and well-toned but not athletically so. Her face was oval, her nose straight and long, her eyes big, green and brilliant. Her lips were full and lush. Immediately, I wanted her.

I smiled at her, she smiled back with more than a flicker of interest, I thought. She was wearing a wedding ring, but that didn’t deter me. I was interested in sex not a long-term relationship. I wouldn’t be breaking up any happy homes.

The girl pressed the plunger, but no water came out. That wasn’t an infrequent occurrence.

“The shower’s not working!” she called to me.

I shrugged.

“Nothing to do with me, love. Sorry.”

“Oh God. I hate being sticky!” she pushed the plunger angrily, but still no water appeared.

Here’s where something different happened. The idea of offering her my shower instantly came into my head. Usually it would have been a genuine no-strings offer, but in this case something in her eyes and I suppose, something in me made me say this.

“You can use my shower if you like. For a price.”

“A price? What price?”

I looked her up and down not hiding my appreciation of her body.

“An hour in bed. With me.”

“Are you kidding? What are you some kind of pervert?”

I don’t know what on Earth made me say next:

“It takes one to know one, love. How about it?”

I really thought she’d get angry and storm off but when she looked at her watch, I realised with a shock that she was considering it.

“Oh, shit. Well I hate being salty, so ok then.”

I tried reasonably successfully to hide my shock, I think. Standing, I gestured into the apartment.

“This way.” I led her to the bathroom and turned on the shower. “There you go.”

She looked at me for a second or two, then stripped off her bikini and stepped into the shower. Her bum and tits were even better than they’d looked with her bikini on.

I fetched a couple of clean towels, then retreated to the bedroom, which was also the living-room. I closed the French windows and curtains, still not really believing she’d come across. I paced around nervously.

She came out of the bathroom a few minutes later wrapped in a towel, with another one around her head, like a turban.

“Take that towel off your head, I’ll dry your hair for you,” I said picking up the hair dryer I kept for the girls who stayed there.

Surprisingly she did as she was told, so I took a hairbrush and gently brushed her long strawberry-blonde hair as I played the dryer over it. It didn’t take long to dry. I put down the dryer and, from behind, began using the towel to dry her off. She made no objection. In fact her breathing became heavier. Once she was reasonably dry I began to caress her bursa escort tits through the towel. I felt her nipples harden.

“Ok, sweetheart, a deal’s a deal. Get into bed.” I said as I stripped the towel off her. She opened her mouth to say something.

“Save your breath, babe. Get into bed.”

To my amazement she did just that. Once she’d settled in under the sheet, I stripped that off her as well.

“I want to see you. You’re gorgeous.” I undressed slowly, giving her time to see my fit body, and my cock which is about seven inches fully erect. Not outrageously big but impressive enough for most girls without being intimidating. I climbed on to the bed and lay on my side next to her.

I began to caress her body, starting with her neck and shoulders adding small kisses as my hand moved downwards. She gave up any pretence of modesty or coyness. I bypassed her tits for the moment even though her hard nipples showed that they were ready for some action. I ran my hands over the lovely full curves of her flanks, her flat belly and her thighs, but avoided her cunt for now. She seemed very relaxed, looking me straight in the eye. I kissed her lips. She didn’t respond for a few seconds but then kissed me back hungrily. Soon our tongues were entwined and my hands were gently squeezing her big, firm tits. Her hand went to my cock, but I took it off, saying,

“Not yet. I want to get you properly turned on first.”

Now was the time to start on her cunt. I ran my hand down her belly and onto her mound. It was very hairy. She was already moist. I squeezed gently; she moaned and pushed herself against my hand. I slipped a finger inside her. It went in easily, so I added a second. Her eyes were closed and she was moaning softly as I gently thrust in and out with my fingers. My thumb found her clit and began circling it. I bent and sucked her nipple. Her breathing became more rapid and her hips thrust against my hand. I slowed down as I didn’t want her to come yet. I kissed her; she sucked my tongue in, her eyes pleading for more. I pulled my fingers out, mounted her and slipped the head of my cock inside her. She gasped and shuddered. I thought she was going to come, but she managed to hold back. I pushed further in until I was hard against her mound. Then I began thrusting in earnest, pulling almost right out and ramming my cock back in. She came noisily after just a few minutes. I stopped, still hard, until she recovered. I tentatively thrust again. Some women need time to recover between orgasms; this one didn’t. As soon as I pushed in she was high again, bucking under me and pushing her hips against mine as hard as she could. We worked up a good speed, moving in perfect synchronisation bringing us both to a climax at the same time.

I sank down on top of her.

“Christ! That was good!”

“Yeah!” she replied breathing heavily.

She moved as if to get out from under me.

“Keep still! That’s only been half-an-hour. The price is one hour.” I thought she’d struggle, in which case I’d have let her up, of course, but she just sighed and lay still. I propped myself up on my elbows to look her in the face. I felt my cock harden again. So did she. She gasped in surprise. I didn’t say anything but just began thrusting again going faster and faster until I was fucking her like a jackhammer. As I’d already come once it took me much longer to reach a climax the second time. I felt her come more than once, but I wasn’t really taking notice. Eventually I shot another load inside her and collapsed.

“Jesus!” was all I could say. She said nothing for a long time as we lay, my cock softening. After some time it slipped out of her along with a cascade of semen.

“I have to go,” she whispered, “Can I have another shower?”

“Of course,” I answered rolling off her, “help yourself.”

I lay still for a while listening. When the water stopped I climbed out of bed and went into the bathroom. She hadn’t locked the door.

She was drying herself.

“That’s another hour you owe me.”

She stopped and scowled at me.

“You knew the price before you went in. Same time tomorrow, babe.” I turned to walk off, then thought of something, “What’s your name, babe?”

“Janine!” she almost spat it at me.

“I’m Joe. See you tomorrow.” I turned away again, then thought of something and turned back. “Oh, babe, shave that pussy.”

I pulled some clothes on and resumed my place on the patio. I heard her walk off but didn’t look; she said nothing.

After she’d gone I went and showered myself, masturbating furiously at the memory of our encounter. I couldn’t quite believe what had happened. I’d never behaved like a dom before! It had felt so good, I knew I wanted more. But would she come back? I seriously doubted it. It must have been some kind of one-off adventure for her. Perhaps her marriage had gone stale. Or perhaps she would come back. Perhaps she did this kind of thing all the time? What would I do if she did return? I had no previous experience of dominance.

Looking on the internet, bursa escort bayan I was mostly repulsed by what I found on the subject. It seemed to be mostly a way of practising sadism, or simple abuse. I didn’t want that, I wanted control, not humiliation or subjugation. I amused and aroused myself by thinking of techniques I might use to control yet excite her if she came back.

Next day, a Friday, she did just that. I was sitting in my chair on the patio when she strolled up looking a little nervous. She looked stunning in an orange beach dress.

“Oh, hi babe,” I said casually, “There you are. Go and get undressed and stand by the bed. I’ll be with you in a minute.” She shot a look of annoyance at me but went inside. I sat for another few minutes before going inside. She was stood by the bed alright, but she had only stripped to her underwear. I could see why. She had on a small, lacy bra in light blue. Her nipples were visible through it. That was partnered by a matching pair of briefs, high cut to show off her beautiful buttocks and almost thong-thin in front. She’d dressed to impress me. I liked it.

“Well, look at you,” I said approaching her. I took her gently by the shoulders and pulled her close for a kiss. She responded enthusiastically. I ran my hands down her back and squeezed her glorious bum. “I have some plans for you today, babe,” I said gently caressing her tits. “Let’s have this off for a start, shall we?” I reached behind her and undid her bra. She shuddered. I slipped it off and her lovely firm tits fell into my hands. I squeezed and caressed them until her nipples hardened.

“Give me your hands.”

With a look of surprise she did so. I took a length of soft cord out of my pocket and tied her wrists together.

“Wha-? She began.

“Don’t talk. I’m going to tie you up and give you the fucking of your life. Trust me.”

I hadn’t believed for a minute beforehand that she’d accept this, but to my complete astonishment she did. At least she didn’t resist, she said nothing at all, in fact. I bundled her onto the bed, tying her joined wrists to the headboard, which was, conveniently, a barred one. I caressed and sucked her tits for a few minutes, noting her growing arousal. Then I squeezed her mound.

“Shall we see what’s happening down here, babe?” I slipped my fingers under the waistband of her knickers and slid them down her thighs. She lifted her bum to assist. Her pussy had been shaved almost completely, leaving just a small rectangular patch of hair.

“Oh, babe, that’s just gorgeous.” I slid the panties off, tossed them aside and began stroking her thigh. Her legs parted as I moved to her inner thigh. She was breathing heavily. I squeezed her mound again making her arch her back in response. But I moved away, reaching for the lengths of cord I’d tied to the footboard of the bed beforehand. I quickly attached one to each ankle, easily overcoming some very mild resistance on her part. She was now spread-eagled. Her eyes were wide and her breathing was short and loud. I placed one finger on her cunt lips, circling it gently around her outer labia. She cried out a sort of strangled “Ahhh!” I continued slowly, sometimes bending to suck or gently bite her nipples. When I felt she was near a climax I stopped touching her cunt and squeezed her tits instead. She was crying out, gasping and groaning continuously now. I pushed a finger into her vulva, finding it moist. I ran my finger around inside her labia but outside her vagina for a long time. She was arching her back, pulling on her restraints and making incoherent sounds, some of which sounded like, “Yes!”, “No!”, “Oh, God!”, and either “Stop!” or Don’t stop!” I carried on regardless. When I finally penetrated her vagina it was sopping wet. I slipped two fingers in easily. She came almost instantly; a long shuddering, arching, screaming orgasm. I love making women come, and this was one of the best climaxes I’d ever seen. And I hadn’t yet touched her clit, never mind fuck her.

Once she’d recovered a little, I found her clit and began circling it with a finger. She was very quickly near orgasm again. I nibbled her ears, kissed her neck, sucked greedily on her tongue before finally I mounted her. She came again as I very slowly penetrated her. I fucked her very slowly, pulling out right to the tip of my cock before pushing in all the way. She seemed to be off in another world by this time, her eyes rolled up into her head, her toes curling and her voice reduced to a croak. I decided it was time to finish off, so I speeded up my thrusting and came to a very satisfying climax a few minutes later. I rolled off her and lay and watching as she recovered.

“Jesus Christ!” was all she could breathlessly say.

I kissed her gently thinking that there was nothing more beautiful than a post-coital woman, and this one was more beautiful than any of the dozens of others I’d had.

“You’re beautiful, Janine,” I said, “but you need a shower. Come on.” I untied her legs then her arms, but as she sat up I retied her escort bursa wrists behind her back.

“Wha_?”, she began again.

“Shush. Come with me.”

I took her into the bathroom, turned on the shower, the handset, not the overhead and when it was at a good temperature I helped her in as it’s very difficult to negotiate a shower with your hands tied. I held her close from behind, lifted the handset and began to play it over her body starting with her nipples, moving up to her neck (a fine spray on the back of the neck is very stimulating), back down to her nipples and on across her stomach. She obligingly opened her legs as I adjusted the spray to a narrow stream and played it on her clit and cunt. She threw her head backwards and almost collapsed. I held her up with my arm under her tits. Her bound hands managed to find my cock and balls and squeeze then gently. I was a little apprehensive that she’d take the opportunity to do some damage, but she didn’t even stroke or squeeze them; she just held them.

I could have had her again, there and then, but I wanted to send her away wanting more, so I turned off the shower helped her out and towelled her off. Her nipples were still erect as I put the towel aside so I took one between each finger and thumb and squeezed and rolled them.

“Well, babe, you’re still hot aren’t you? Sorry, but your hour’s up. I guess hubby’s going to get the time of his life tonight, right? Turn round.” She scowled over her shoulder as I untied her hands and sent her off with a pat on the bum.

I dried myself off then went into the bedroom as she was tidying her hair, fully dressed. I admired her for a little while then said: “Tuesday, two o’clock, babe.”

She gave me a non-committal, slightly surprised look then left without a word.

I’d decided that seeing her over the weekend was probably impractical as her husband would most likely be home. I didn’t want any complications of that sort, and I assumed neither did she. So I had my normal weekend, i.e. hooking up with a girl on both Friday and Saturday. But my heart wasn’t in it. I wanted Janine. I had some ideas of what I wanted to do with her, things I’d never done before with any woman.

I had no idea whether she’d show up on Tuesday so I was very nervous all day Monday and Tuesday morning. But then there she was.

“Hi, babe. You look gorgeous. Come inside.” As usual she was silent. I led her straight to the bedroom and began undressing her. Her dress today, a deep yellow thing was front-fastening, so undoing it and revealing her was a great pleasure. I could see desire in her eyes as her clothes came off. Her underwear today was more substantial. A pair of what I think are called French Knickers, very lacy with a matching bra. By the time they were on the floor she was breathing heavily her nipples hard and her tits heaving. Gorgeous! I thought.

When I picked up the piece of rope, she put her wrists together to be tied up without hesitation. I put her on the bed tying her hands to the headboard again, but this time I took another piece of rope I’d previously tied to the head board, lifted and bent her leg and tied the rope behind her knee. When I’d done the other one she had her knees up around her ears and her legs were spread as wide as they could be. Her cunt was exposed and stretched slightly open. It was glistening with her arousal fluids. She’d raised no objections to all this activity; her breathing had become more pronounced and her eyes were wide.

I stroked her cunt gently, she almost came straight away, so I stopped and sucked her nipples for a while. When she’d calmed down a little I changed position and slowly licked her cunt from top to bottom. Again she almost came. I stopped again. This continued for the whole hour. I sucked, fingered and licked her keeping her on the edge of orgasm the whole time. Her eyes were rolled back, her toes curled and she strained against the ropes making mostly incoherent noises. The odd word came through; “Jesus!”, “Oh, stop!”, “Please!” and “More!” I took them all as signs of encouragement. Finally I sucked her off. I thought she might pass out she came so hard. As she recovered I slipped my cock inside her and fucked her gently until I came too, which wasn’t long as I was so turned on.

I let her recover for a while, then untying her I said: “You’d best go and shower, babe, your hour’s up.”

She shot me a resentful look, but said nothing as she headed for the shower. I lay back, exhausted, but more satisfied than I’d ever been. What a woman!

When she came out of the shower, I was still lying in bed. I watched admiringly as she dressed ( I find women dressing almost as sexy as them undressing).

“Thursday, Janine, same time,” I said.

“I can’t do Thursday…” she started.

“Thursday, Janine, same time,” I said again, more forcefully.

She scowled at me and left.

She came back Thursday, as she did every other day I ordered her to. Our affair was intense. I trussed her up in various ways some more pleasing than others (to me that is, she never balked or complained at anything.) I think both our favourite was the set-up described above, with her legs tied back leaving me total access to her spread cunt. We did this more often than anything else.

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“Bitch what the fuck do you want from me? I’m not doing this shit over whatsapp. If you wanna talk then fucking call me! Otherwise don’t waste my fucking time!” Those were the last text messages I had sent to my ex in over two months.

We met in late 2018. Like many, Tinder brought us together and it was supposed to be just a casual fling. A random meaningless hookup that didn’t involve any emotional baggage. Meet up over coffee and a movie perhaps, fuck, then that’s it. Over time, however, we got to know each other better and slowly I started to develop feelings for her. She told me she had feelings for me too. I professed my love to her and she to me. Then we became exclusive. She was the world to me. She said that I was the love of her life.

Then one day when I was walking to my car, I noticed a rolled-up sheet of paper stuck to the windshield wiper. It was from her. She said that she had to end things between us because her parents had introduced her to a guy that she’s supposed to marry. A guy who follows the same faith as her. I was devastated. I broke down in tears.

I sent her one last message telling her that I understood her decision and I stopped talking to her. She crushed me. Then after two days of silence, she barged into my room unannounced. She curled into my arms, crying. Then we had sex. Pure passion fueled our fucking. I said that I was going to cum inside her and she nodded.

A few weeks later she told me that her period was late and we feared the worst. She was freaking out. In her panicked state, she said that she was afraid that her father will take her apartment away from her if he finds out she’s pregnant out of wedlock.

That’s when something clicked in me. I believed this to be the reason why she broke up with me in the first place. It’s something that she blurted out unintentionally, but I didn’t turn that into an argument. I let it slide because I didn’t want to pile on to her misery.

She got her period a few days later anyway. We continued seeing each other but she made it very clear that we could only see each other temporarily. When she gets married, were to stop seeing each other. I agreed because I still loved her, and I believed that she loved me too. However, I wasn’t completely alright with the arrangement. The thought of her spending her life with another man never sat well with me, and so we argued constantly.

I stopped talking to her many times, telling her to go her own way if she can’t commit to me. She kept coming back to me and I relented, always. But the fighting continued. Whenever I asked her about her situation with Paul, her fiance, or so I thought, she’d turn it into an argument and stop talking to me. She’d always deflect from the subject.

She was always vague about it. I’d ask her when she’s getting married and she’d say ‘I don’t know’. I’d ask her if she can get out of her marriage and she’d say ‘no’. She said they were forcing her to get married. Then when I asked her again a few months later she said they were not forcing her, but it’s just too complicated bursa escort to explain to me. Then she shuts off.

When she does that I don’t push further, although I had always suspected it was because of her apartment. She doesn’t want to risk losing it. Then a couple of months ago, on my birthday, I ended it again. It was the last straw for me. I realized that she was just taking me for a ride. She’d been using me for her own benefit.

I’m just a place where she can find solace from all her problems, where she can forget about them. That’s all I am to her, an escape. All that talk about me being the love of her life, those were complete lies. She just said things that I wanted to hear, things that will make me want to hang on to her or take her back, depending on our situation at that moment.

It’s now been two months since our last conversation. She had sent me two messages since. Both were forwarded messages about a job opportunity at the school she works at. I didn’t reply to any of them. I didn’t want to read into it any further too, but it bugged me. Especially when I’m trying so hard to rid her off my mind. I’m still thinking about her every single day and it’s torturous. It’s painful.

I honestly thought that I could build a life with her. I was ready to change my whole life for her. I was committed to her and she used that to her advantage. She was just using me. That realization pissed me the fuck off. Though I had many choice words for her, I always stopped myself from reaching the phone, scrolling down to her name and flooding her inbox with a tirade of wrath and obscenities.

That changed yesterday morning. I was writing a journal entry and heard a knock on my room door. I moved the laptop aside and got off my bed. As I walked to the door a strange feeling grew in the pit of my stomach. I turned the doorknob and saw her standing in front of me. Her eyes were teary, her cheeks red.

“What the fuck do you want?” I asked.

“I wanted to see you.”

“What the fuck for bitch? Haven’t you done enough?”

“I’m sorry but I NEEDED to see you.”

“Yeah sure bitch, you’ll see me when you need to see me then you’ll dump me like trash again right? Just like a fucking tampon!”

“That’s not true! Please let me in. I need to see you! I need to hold you!”

“Oh, so that’s it. You just want my dick?”

“NO! It’s not like that!”

“Then what?!”

She drooped her head, staring into the hardwood floor. I then realized that my screaming would have echoed through the entire house and so I peered outside my room. True enough, my housemate was standing halfway up the staircase listening to our exchange. I pulled her inside and closed the door.

“Seriously bitch what the fuck do you want from me? Do you have any idea what you’ve done to me? Do you have any idea how you’ve tormented me for months and just when I thought I had a handle on things, you show your fucking face again!”

“Look I’m sorry but you know I can’t get out of the marriage. I tried talking to my parents but they just won’t listen to me. They’ll shun me! My dad will disown me!”

“Stop lying to me you cunt. You wanna know why you broke up with me? It’s because you want that apartment so fucking bad bursa escort bayan that you’ll gladly dump me without putting up a fight.”

She looked at me in shock, tears now streaming down her cheeks. The same cheeks that I used to lovingly kiss every time I slid my cock into her wet pussy.

“That’s not true,” she murmured.

“No? Then what IS the fucking truth?”

She looked down in silence, tugging at the hem of her summer dress like a girl that was just caught shoplifting. The fluttering of her dress brought my eyes to the knife and ribbon tattoo on her left thigh. The same one that I used to run my tongue over before spreading her thighs to taste her honey.

She scrunched her shoulders together, accentuating the top of her breasts underneath the low neckline of her yellow dress. My cock twitched at the sight of her swell.

“Please, let me stay for a while,” she pleaded.

I grabbed her throat and craned her head upwards, forcing her to lock eyes with me.

“Is this what you want? Do you want to be used just like how you used me?”

She said nothing.

“Do you want me to treat you like a whore?” I said as I tightened my grip on her throat.

She gasped at the tightness, then slowly her shoulders relaxed and dropped to her sides. She had stopped fidgeting with her dress. Her breathing got heavier, just as it always did when I used to choke her in the past. I knew she liked it, more so when she herself asked to be choked the first time we fucked. She liked to be dominated and thrashed and apparently, she still does.

All these past memories made me breathe harder as well. At that moment, I knew that I wanted to fuck her brains out, regardless of how she treated me. I wanted to give her what she was here for.

I pushed her hard against the door and pressed myself against her.

“Fine,” I said.

With my free hand, I lifted her skirt and rubbed my fingers over her panty-clad pussy. It was already wet. I moved the cotton aside and ran my middle finger between her labia before sliding it into her pussy. She moaned as I slid my finger in and out of her wetness, all the while not averting our gaze.

She rocked her hips, matching the thrust of my finger. She glanced at the bulge in my shorts and bit her lower lips.

I took my finger out of her pussy and licked her juice clean. God how I missed her scent and taste!

“On your fucking knees bitch,” I said as I pushed her to the floor.

“Take off my shorts,” I said.

My hard cock sprung out as she slid the shorts off and left it in a puddle between my ankles.

“Open your mouth bitch.”

She obeyed. I grabbed the back of her head as I slid my cock into her warm mouth. Her tongue lay above her lower lips like a red carpet welcoming a rockstar at a royal gala. The warmth of her tongue and breath over my cock reminded me of the times where love meant something to each other. Now, it’s just primal, full of lust waiting to be satiated.

I grabbed her head harder and slid my cock in as deep as I could and she took every inch of it. The sound of her gagging as the tip of my cock hit the deep curve of her throat turned me on more than I had in the past couple of months.

I slid it out to repeat escort bursa the motion but she grabbed the back of my thigh, hungry for more. I held the top of her head and lower jaw firmly between my hands and fucked her mouth hard and fast. Tears were rolling down her cheeks as she gagged over my cock, her hands clenched tightly on my buttcheeks, feeding herself hungrily as strings of spit oozed down my cock and her chin.

I was close to cumming but I didn’t want to just yet. I was not done with her by a mile. I pulled my cock out and pulled her hair back so that she’d look me into my eyes. I gave her a weak slap which made her gasp but her mouth remained open.

“Get up,” I said as I dragged her to her feet with a fistful of hair. Then I grabbed her arm and walked her over to the foot of the bed. I spun her around and pushed her over the bed with her ass sticking out at me. Her dress rode up, exposing the lacy pink panties covering her puffy lips.

She tried to lift her head and look back to see what I was about to do but I pressed her face onto the mattress. My other hand hiked her dress up and pulled her panties down, letting it drop around her ankles.

I pressed my dick between her asscheeks and pussy, priming my cock with her juices.

“You wanna be treated like a whore? You got it,” I said as I guided my cock into her wet hole and rammed it all in with a single stroke. Her eyes opened wide and she moaned loudly, feeling my cock all the way up inside of her.

“You like that bitch?” I said as I pulled it out and drove into her again.

She moaned louder, her breathing turned rapid and heavy. I grabbed both her arms and pinned them on her back, holding them tightly as I fucked her harder and faster.

“Is this what you want bitch? This how you want me to fuck you?”

“Yesss. Fuck me!”

“Fuck me what, bitch?”

“Fuck me daddy! Don’t stop! Oh yes that’s it daddy!”

With every pounding she clutched at the sheets for dear life, burying her face on the mattress to muffle the ecstasy. I grabbed her hair and yanked her head back. I spanked her till her cheeks turned cherry red.

“Fuck yes daddy! Mmph.. mmph.. mmph!”

Having not had sex in over a month, the tension building up in my cock was hard to control any longer. I had to cum and cum hard. I pulled my cock out, grabbed her waist and flipped her around. Then I climbed onto the bed, straddled her breasts with my hard glistening cock just inches above her gaping mouth. I took both her wrists and pinned them above her head.

“Stick your tongue out bitch.”

As she opened her mouth I stroked my cock bringing myself to climax. Streams of creamy white cum shot out and landed on her lips, tongue, cheeks, nose, eyes, and hair. It felt like the jizz wouldn’t stop bathing her.

She licked the cum off her lips and swallowed all that she could. I slid my still-hard cock into her mouth.

“Suck it clean bitch,” I said and she did.

“That’s enough,” I said as I pulled my cock out of her wanton mouth. I got off her and headed to the bathroom to clean myself up.

She propped herself up and sat at the edge of the bed, watching me walk into the bathroom, as though expecting something more. Cum was still dripping off her chin and rolled onto her breasts.

“You know where the tissue is. Wipe yourself off and get the fuck out of my house before I come out.”

“Wait, that’s it?” She said.

“Fuck else do you expect, cuddles? We’re NOT a couple, remember? So fuck off. We’re done!” I said, slamming the bathroom door shut.

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I remember the first time you spread my legs open wide and pushed that huge rubber dildo into my pussy. You were gentle but firm and the more I squirmed and squealed the more you pushed me, mentally. You knew I had never felt the touch of anything but skin… and maybe a few idle phallic-like objects I had found around the house. Only later did I learn that the dildo was branded with “Bronco”. I still haven’t learned to squeeze that entire thing into me. What a cuntfull.

You had my heart and now you had my body, twisting and thrashing, overwhelmed with fresh pleasure.

I remember the first time you pushed the head of your cock against my asshole. My fingers had probed many times in the past, but I’d never forged beyond. You were careful, and lubed… patient as I tried to relax. You only managed to get the head of your shaft into me that day, but better days were on their way.

And I’ll never forget the day you came home with those rubber-tipped nipple clamps. The cold chain between the clamps caused a chill to run down my spine, making my nipples even harder inside those clamps. You screwed the clamps tighter than I thought I could bursa escort handle and told me to relax and trust you. The pain did eventually turn to pleasure… until they were removed. I’ll never forget that throbbing either – not that it meant the end of fun times with those.

It makes me wet to recall the night you snuggled up behind me, spooning my body. I was used to feeling your cock press against my ass, but instead you surprised me. Rolling me over onto my stomach and demanding that I spread the cheeks of my ass open, you pushed a butt plug into my asshole. I played along, sleeping in it several nights, learning to accept it and enjoy it, knowing it was stretching me just wide enough to accept your cock. I still sleep in it some nights, though putting it in me isn’t easy… or as fun.

You took Polaroid pictures of me one afternoon, if my memory serves me correctly, too. Where are those pictures? I remember your jaw dropping when you realized I was able to suck on my own nipples. I must have sucked on them for hours that day. They were sore the next day… and so was your cock and right hand. Over and over bursa escort bayan again you stroked your shaft, shooting your hot loads of sperm across my long nipples. That got both of us going.

Remember going around town and looking for swingers magazines, wondering if we’d ever be brave enough to follow through? We weren’t. At the time, it was me. I wasn’t brave enough. Now? Well you seem all settled down.

I do remember the time we weren’t dating, but had decided to just be friends. I was dating that redhead girl, Libby. She was quite a bundle of energy. Her face was buried in my twat through our entire relationship, I think. If I could learn to suck cock the way I learned to shove my tongue inside her deep holes, I’d keep a man thrilled for years. We thought we’d tease you a little that weekend we had all gone away together. You came back to the hotel room to find Libby and me naked and in the middle of some compromising positions. You weren’t quite as bold in reality as you were in fantasy. You actually left and gave us privacy. We never did orgasm that day; we were so baffled and distracted by escort bursa your reaction.

I laugh at the times we fucked at your place. You had so many roommates and so little privacy. I thought the house was big enough for three guys to share, but with everyone having girlfriends and other friends at the house all the time, there was never a dull minute. Each time we’d fuck, we’d make a production of it – or rather, we’d just not worry bout the taunting people outside the locked bedroom door. After hours on my hands and knees and you fucking my brains out, we’d leave the room and be welcomed with rounds of applause and Olympic-like ratings.

There was the time that the museum security ran us off on a sunny Saturday afternoon. Spread out on a blanket, you were painting and I was napping while half-ass reading through the latest Cosmo. I moved over to you and laid my head on your lap and the next thing I knew you had your fingers twined in my hair and your dick whipped out. The second I took a breath to protest, your dick was shoved to the back of my throat. The more I gasped and gagged that day, the deeper you humped my face. As the security cameras caught our philandering, they asked us to leave. Only after you were satisfied with the amount of cum you had shot into my mouth while they watched were you content to let me breathe again.

Mmm…. So many memories of your hot cock, and my hot curves. I miss you, wherever you are.

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Let me tell you about the penny first; otherwise it won’t make sense later. I was the only girl taking metal shop one year in middle school, and I found this penny. Someone had been practicing using the metal shop tools, and had sawed a piece off it, and drilled three little holes in it on the drill press, bent it, hammered it, put a brass rivet through it, and a lot of other abuse. Being a girl, I felt kind of sorry for it, so I decided to make it into jewelry. I put a jump ring through one of the holes and threaded it onto a steel ball chain, and wore it as a necklace. The next day, I got asked out by a boy I had liked for a long time, and I attributed this stroke of luck to the penny. From then on, I called it my lucky penny, and wore it whenever I wanted some extra luck.

Well, there was this tornado. I know what you’re going to say, but hear me out, this does get better. It was pretty soon after I graduated college. I was in a strange town, and I was driving back to my hotel from a job interview on a stormy afternoon when I saw the tornado, so I pulled off the road into a shopping center parking lot and ran into the only store that was open, a Toys R Us. I told the store manager that I had seen a tornado outside, and right then the tornado siren started to sound outside, so she announced over the PA system that everyone had to get to the fitting rooms in the center part of the store and huddle together. So that’s what we all did. And it was during this terrifying experience that I ran into the guy.

I guess to most people he was about average-looking, but to me, handsome is as handsome does. He was a young guy, tall, kind of thin, with dark, almost black, hair and heavy eyebrows over dark eyes. His jaw was strongly square-shaped, chin cleft. He had large, bony hands with long fingers, but they were clean, the nails trimmed. He was right next to me in the huddle. Our eyes met, and he smiled reassuringly at me. Then the power went out.

Now that the muzak was off, and the fluorescent lights had quit buzzing, all we could hear was the tornado siren and the hammering of the hail that had begun to come down. A little kid next to me began to cry; a boy about seven or eight. I picked him up into my lap and wrapped my arms around him protectively. Then I felt strong, warm arms wrap around me in a similar fashion, from behind, and legs stretch out on either side of my hips on the floor. I felt breath on my ear, a heartbeat, rapid, anxious. It had to be him, he was the closest man to me in the crowd; and whoever was holding me was definitely a man. I could feel his uneasy sex shift half-hard in his pants, just at my lower back.

The wind and rain outside whipped the roof more and more violently. There was thunder and lightning. There was a deep, ominous rumble, shaking the ground; “like a freight train” doesn’t quite describe it. Maybe like a freight train, times a hundred. Then there was all ulus escort this crashing and banging against the outside of the building, crunch of glass and metal. Cars, unmistakably. It was in the parking lot. It would come for us next. I started to pray, not for myself, but for the little kid in my arms. I know that sounds cheesy. This next part is even worse. All I could think of was that line from the Lord of the Rings movie that Arwen says when Frodo is about to die: “What grace is given me, let it pass to him.” So I thought that over and over and over.

It must have worked, because the tornado passed us over and dissipated soon afterward. We didn’t know that’s what happened; we just heard the rumbling fade and go away, and the rain continued like nothing had happened. Outside there was the siren, and car alarms. Inside there was anxious silence.

A sweaty, fidgety half-hour or so later, the siren stopped, which people took as their cue that it was safe to go outside and see what the damage was. I gave the little kid back to his mother, from whom he had been separated in the confusion of the huddle. We all looked outside and saw what turned out to be eight cars piled up against the side of the store, one of them mine. I went outside to call triple-A on my cell phone, but there was no signal. I learned later that the tornado had taken out the only two cellular towers for a hundred miles.

“Do you need a ride somewhere?” A guy said from behind me. I turned and looked, and it was the same guy who had wrapped his arms around me in the store.

“Yeah,” I said. I told him the name of my hotel.

“That’s my van.” He pointed out a blue-green Honda minivan, dimpled all over from the hail. “It’s unlocked, you can go ahead and get inside out of the rain. I’m going to see if anyone else needs a lift.”

I went out and got in the van. A couple of people joined me there, and then the guy came back and got in the driver’s seat. He drove them home first. After the others were out of the car, I got up the courage to say something. “Thanks for holding me,” I said.

He blushed. “Well, you were holding that kid. It seemed like the thing to do. You’re welcome.”

I smiled. He was cute. I said, “You want to go out and get a drink with me?”

“I don’t drink,” he said. “I’ll buy you dinner, though, if you’ll let me.”

So he took me to this good steak restaurant and we flirted over a couple of sirloins with grilled vegetable skewers. I had planned to pay for dinner, but he was sneaky and paid while I was in the ladies’ room. We lingered over coffee for a little while, and he asked me about my necklace.

I had forgotten I was wearing the lucky penny, but I had put it on for the job interview earlier that day. I told him about it, and then I said, “I guess it’s not so lucky today. Tornado. Wrecked car. And I don’t think yenimahalle escort I got the job.”

“But you’re alive,” he said. “And maybe it’s lucky for me, too. I got to meet you.”

Okay, I’m a sucker for a line. I said, “Want to get out of here?”

We got out of there. He drove me back to my hotel and walked me to my room, and I let him in, and let him see me put the Do Not Disturb sign on the outside of the door.

He raised his eyebrows at me and grinned, and as I closed the door I grinned back and said, “Yeah, that means what you think it means.”

He said, “I guess today is my lucky day.”

I bolted the door and put my arms around him. He bent down and kissed me. His breath was warm, and his mouth tasted like the coffee and after-dinner mints we’d had at the restaurant. I reached up and unbuttoned his shirt from the neck down, and put my hands on his chest, ribcage and stomach, feeling the textured, haired skin and the heated flesh under it with my palms. He parted his mouth from mine long enough to pull my sleeveless sweater off over my head, and then fiddled with my bra hooks for a few minutes before giving up and pulling that off over my head, too. We kissed for another minute, bare chest to bare breasts, and he touched my erect nipples lightly, feeling them like he would a fold of delicate silk between his fingers. I undid the side zipper on my gray twill pants and guided his hand down inside the waistband, and between my thighs. He felt the damp crotch of my panties, and then eased the fabric aside to touch the skin, run fingertips inside my wet folds. I moaned, feeling shaky at the knees, and he wrapped his free arm around my waist to steady me. His hips were pressed tight against mine, and through my pants and his jeans I could feel how hard he was, how much he wanted me. He fingered me and kissed me again, always gentle and slow. Then he did something no man had ever done before; taking his hand out of my pants, he lifted me off the ground just like a character in a soap opera, cradling me with an arm under my shoulders and another under my knees, and carried me to the bed.

He laid me down and pulled my pants and panties off. He finished undressing, too. I was impressed at the size of him. It seemed out of proportion; he was tall and lean, but his cock was long and thick, and though it looked a little strange, I was excited at the thought that he was going to be inside me with that big thing, thrusting until the friction was just excruciating. The anticipation made me that much hotter; I reached for him and he lay down next to me in the bed, kissed me again and rubbed that big cock against my hip until I groaned out loud with impatience. He laughed. “We’re just getting started,” he said.

He put his mouth on one of my breasts, fingered the other one, and teased me until I thought I would scream. Then he moved his hand down to my sex. He found my clit and teased it like he had my nipple, rubbing it between his fingers gently and rhythmically, his lips and tongue still at my breasts, my nipples, licking and sucking, one, now the other; and his fingers felt so good. He kept going, slowly increasing the pressure and urgency of his caresses and kisses, sucking, twisting and gently biting, rubbing harder and faster, until I climaxed under his capable hand, gasping and crying out. It wasn’t until then that he entered me, riding the slick wave of my orgasm smoothly into my body, and I could feel my skin and flesh stretch to accommodate him, and a little pain, but the sensation of that big cock stuffed inside me, so deep my lungs felt crowded, was absolutely thrilling. I moved my hips to take as much of him inside myself as he would give me, and he began to thrust into me, strongly and with great skill, pressing his pubic bone against my still-spasming clit with each push. My heart was beating so fast and the physical sensations were so intense, I thought I would die there in the bed with him, in his arms, with his body thrusting into mine, and I thought it was a great day to die.

He sped up, fucking me gradually harder and faster, until his hips slapped against mine loud enough that I was sure my neighbors could hear us. I moved with him, pressing up to him in time with his strokes, feeling my abs and thighs begin to cramp with exertion while he seemed to move effortlessly; I had time to think that I had never had two orgasms with a man before, and then I came again, moaning through clenched teeth and gripping the bedsheets in both fists. Once again, it seemed to be what he was waiting for. He fucked me even harder and faster, faster even than my heartbeat, and then stopped with his body deep inside mine, frozen for a split second, and then groaned out loud, mouth open and eyes squeezed shut, and I felt him seize and spasm inside me, throbbing and pulsing. He relaxed and laid his head on my shoulder, rested his weight on my body. We panted in time with each other, sweating and trembling. I lightly rubbed his back, he stroked one hand up and down my upper arm. We took some time to catch our breath.

After a while, he gently withdrew himself from between my thighs and rolled off of me to lie on his back. We were both quiet for a minute. Then he said, “If you don’t get that job, are you still going to stay in town?”

I told him, “No, probably not.”

He said, “I hope you get it. I want to keep seeing you. If that’s okay.”

“Of course,” I said. “I’d like that.”

He smiled at me.

My lucky penny did its thing. I got the job, and they even decided to pay me more than the original offered salary, because I had other skills they wanted to use. The guy and I never stopped seeing each other; we dated for two years, and got married last year in Las Vegas.

When we went surfing in California on our honeymoon, I lost my lucky penny. I wiped out and it came off over my head in the ocean. I looked for it, but it was dark by then and I gave up. I don’t mind, though. One day, someone will find it, and it will bring them as much luck as it did me.

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The following weekend I wondered if Jann might show up but I was never sure with her. I had seen Shera going by in their car and waved but I still hadn’t been able to talk to her. She had waved back so that was good albeit a very small consolation to my anxiety. On Saturday evening I saw her walk up the street and I took off down the path through the field to see if I could catch her. I walked the last bit and breathed deeply so that I wouldn’t be panting when I met her and my timing was perfect. I was emerging from the path as she was just getting to it. “Hi Shera.” I said in a cheery tone.

“Hi.” she replied almost shyly.

“Where are you headed?” I asked.

She replied “Oh, nowhere really. Just taking a walk.”

“I haven’t talked to you for a while so I thought that you might be mad at me.” I teased but half meant it.

Shera let out a little laugh and smiled. “No. I have been taking some classes and they have kept me kinda busy.” she explained.

“I was thinking about how great it was when I gave you that birthday gift.” I meandered “I really loved it and I wondered if you might like another gift.”

Shera blushed a little and another nervous laugh escaped before she stammered, “Yeah…I…I would.”

“Oh really?” I said excitedly to compliment her “I would love it.” She smiled big and I asked “Do you want to meet me at the cabin later?”

“Sure!” she said quickly.

“How about 9 pm?” I asked.

“Ok.” she answered.

“See you then Shera.” I said before heading back up the path. I could barely contain myself. The first time we had been together I wasn’t sure if she knew what I had in mind but this time was different. This time she knew that she was cominb to fuck. The cabin worked great for Jann so I thought that it would work well for Shera too but since I had some time, I prepared a little. I took two blankets and put them in my gym bag and I put some extra candles in there as well. I also had a camping mat that would be good for taking the sting out of the hard carpeted floor.

I had taken everything down and put it in the cabin after it got dark and by 8:30, I was there laying things out. I had the camping mat and blankets laid out and a two candles lit. My dick was hard as I anticipated Shera’s arrival and I peeked out every 5 minutes to see if she was on her way. I could hear my heart beat like it was inside my head and the tip of my erection was just sticking out the top of my jeans. I stepped out again to see if she was on her way and she was just getting to the door. “Oh, you’re here” I said surprised.

“Yeah.” she said almost whispering. Shera was wearing grey sweat pants and a roomy sweatshirt.

As she stepped up into the cabin I put my hand on her lower back as if to usher her inside. “I’m so glad you’re here.” I said.

“Me too.” she replied quietly.

I closed the door and latched it. I turned toward her tandoğan escort and she was facing me in the glow of the candles. I moved to her slowly and hugged her. She squeezed me tightly and exhaled loudly as I kissed her neck. She smelled amazing and I figured that she just got out of the shower. I pulled back slightly and then moved in to kiss Shera’s mouth. She breathed hard against my face as I sucked at her lips, reaching down with both hands to take her ass and gently squeeze her firm cheeks. My erection was throbbing and aching to be released so I pushed my bulge toward her.I slipped one hand up and inside the waistband of Shera’s sweatpants and down again inside them and inside her panties to feel her bare cheek.

I was vibrating with excitement as I continued sucking Shera’s mouth and moved my other hand inside her sweatpants. She moaned in my mouth and panted as I kneaded her ass and pulled her into my bulge. I moved my hands up under her top and felt her bare breasts. She didn’t wear a bra tonight and that made me even more excited. Her nipples were stiff as I ran my fingers over them and she moaned in my mouth as I pushed at her tongue with mine. “Let me lay you down here Shera.” I panted as I moved her to the mat and blankets. I pulled the button on my jeans open and unzipped them as I laid her down.

As I laid beside her I pulled one of the blankets over us and put my mouth over hers again. I reached my hand under the front of her sweatpants and as my palm landed on her mound I curled my fingers to her pussy which was very wet. “Oh God!” Shera groaned at the contact. I abruptly got up on my knees and pulled her sweatpants and underwear off and as I pulled my own jeans and underwear off I leaned down placing my tongue right on Shera’s hot, wet pussy lips. She moaned and as I looked up, I could see in the candlelight and the flickering shadows that her head was leaned all the way back. I spread her legs wide as I sucked on her hot little slit and placed wet kisses on her clit. Her pussy was so nice and she just moaned as I stuck my tongue in it and licked hird mine and sucked on to her mouth while leaning in and pushing the engorged, throbbing head of my cock into her little pussy. Shera moaned into my mouth as I pushed a couple of inches into her.

My pulsating erection felt so good with her tight warmth around it and the stimulation was intense as I slowly moved back and forth in her. I needed to calm down or I was going to shoot a load already so I pulled my rod from her tight snatch and moved my face down between her legs again. I licked and kissed at Shera’s hot, wet pussy and randomly sucked at her clit. Occasionally I broke contact with her pussy and placed warm kisses against her inner thighs and where her ass cheeks squeezed together. I put my hands behind her knees and pushed her legs up so that her knees were tunalı escort against her breasts. This lifted her ass up and completely exposed her little ass hole which I quickly covered with my tongue. I licked her pussy and ass hole gently as I regained my composure.

I moved up and tongued Shera’s mouth again as I sunk my cock into her cunt. Shera continued to gasp as I fucked in and out of her. As I plunged full depth strokes into her tight cunt, my left hand was squeezing her tit and I had worked my right hand underneath her ass. I worked my middle finger to her slippery little ass hole and circled it with my fingertip. I continued to fuck her tight pussy while I pushed my finger into her ass and held it while I stroked in and out of her.

I felt Shera’s muscles flex on my cock and soon her moaning took on an audible urgency and the erratic flexing of her vaginal muscles pulsed on my swollen cock. Her ass was flexing and squeezing my finger too as her breathing was loud and fast. When her spasms stopped, I moved my other hand down and latched onto her ass. With my finger still buried in her ass hole, I started pounding full strokes into her wet cunt pulling out so that the large rim of the head of my cock had to compress each time I pushed back in.

Shera was breathing in time with my thrusts as I felt my balls tighten up and I felt myself nearing the edge. “I am going to put it in your mouth Shera.” I told her and after a few more strokes, I pulled my wet cock from her hot pussy and moved up to her mouth. I pushed the head into her mouth just as my juice shot from my pole and her lips closed around my jerking rod. I shot 5 long streams into her mouth and she just sucked and swallowed straight through to the smaller squirts that were deposited onto her tongue. I didn’t soften at all and just stroked back and forth in her mouth a little while I got past the super sensitive time right after an orgasm. “Just a little suction Shera, no tongue right now.” and her tongue stopped moving except for when she swallowed. She was so willing and obeyed so well.

A few minutes later I moved down and adjusted Shera onto her front then propped her up on her knees. Her head was down and her arms were under her. I got behind her and pushed my cock into her pussy slowly. I worked my erect cock in and out of her tight box in a steady rhythm with my hands on her hips while she moaned. The candle glow glinted light off of her shiny ass hole and I moved my hand to her tailbone and pressed my thumb againt her anus. The slippery tightness relented and my thumb entered her as I packed my erection into her tight purse. After trying to get into her ass the first time we got together and since tricking her sister into ass fucking, I was really getting fired up watching my thumb push into her tight puckered hole.

I pulled my cock from Shera’s tight türbanlı escort pussy with a wet pop and I moved her onto her side. I bent and pushed her legs up in front of her and told her “Shera, I am going to fuck your ass.” Shera had her head cocked back and just kept moaning. My cock couldn’t have been harder and as I moved tight in behind her, on my side, I moved it and poked around with it trying to find her hole. I found it with my finger and moved my slippery cock head in and placed it right at her opening. I pushed firmly and held steady pressure against her hole. Shera’s moaning had only intensified a little and I held her close to me, tightly while pushing steadily. I reached down with my hand, moved the head just a little and pushed again. I felt it start to enter and I just kept the steady moderate pressure on my staff. Slowly I felt the hot tightness taking my cock bit by bit.

“Oh! Oh!” Shera groaned as my erection slowly entered her ass hole. I was only in her about 2 inches and I pulled back just a little. I fingered Shera’s pussy and it was soaking wet so I spread some of her slippery juice on my cock and her anus before pushing in again. I continued rubbing her pussy as I kept working a little more of my throbbing, veiny rod into her ass. I kept spreading more of her juice onto her ass hole but realized that she was as wet as she could get and I couldn’t get any more than 4 inches in her ass. I was incredibly hard and throbbing and began stroking out until just the fat head was in her tiny hole, then pushing in and stopping at the depth that I had worked into her. I didn’t try to push past the barrier, I just continued to move back and forth in her ass letting her tight ring milk my engorged cock.

Shera continued to moan and pant as I kept pushing hard into her ass and pulling out of her tight clench while I rubbed her pussy. I felt her quiver a bit and her rectum pulsed so I stopped moving my cock in her ass as I rubbed her clit side to side. Her ass flexed again and again on my stiff meat as she gasped intensely. Soon her orgasm subsided and the flexing of her muscles stopped. My cock still stuck in Shera’s rectum, I lifted her as I slid under her hips, struggling until I was completely beneath her. I put both hands on her hips and began stroking. Losing my control a little, I occasionally thrust a little further than the depth that I had been stoking into her earlier but it was like my knob was hitting a smooth, firm barrier. I could feel my climax building and as much as I loved being in Shera’s tiny, tight ass hole, I knew that her tightness would be too much pressure and would cause me pain as I got off.

My orgasm was imminent so I lifted her up and withdrew my pulsing cock. I got up and put my jerking pole to Shera’s lips just in time for the first pulse to toss the initial stream onto her tongue. She sucked and swirled her tongue around it as it repeatedly shot streams of sperm in her warm, sucking mouth. The convulsions were going through my entire body as if even my toes and my scalp were getting electric shocks. It may have been the most intense orgasm that I ever had. There were multiple big streams at the start but about ten smaller squirts after that and my living sex doll sucked and swallowed all of them.

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Sex just keeps getting better. That is not to say that it isn’t true what they say about old age not being for sissies, it just means that along with all the aches, pains and blown joints, there are compensations for those who keep working on their relationships. On personal terms, I mean the sexual relationship between my wife, Honey, and me. I can honestly say that every year, I have enjoyed sex with my sweet companion more.

This is not something that happened accidentally. It is something that we have both worked at. There have been bumps in the road and rough patches aplenty, but through it all, we have communicated and through communication, we have resolved our conflicts and problems, and emerged committed more deeply and in more meaningful ways.

If you are just beginning your trip toward eternity, be aware that change is the one great constant–a delightful paradox, if you will. Everything around you is in flux and as a result, you must ever be ready to change your ways, to adjust to the ever-changing realities around you, for example, children. Enough said.

Don’t worry, I’m not going there, and I’m neither am I going to gross you out by describing our sagging flesh and bulging rolls of fat. The truth of the matter is that the ego that looks out through my eyes– the same ego and libido that is behind the controls when I close my eyes during sexual intercourse–is the same me as forty-five years ago when I first sampled the joys of sex, but much more skillful.

Intercourse! There’s an interesting word. When I was younger the word had a loaded overtone, even without the prefix, sexual, appended to it. It was one of those taboo words that were frowned upon in polite society. How things have changed! It was much later that I realized that ‘intercourse’ is a great word to describe the defining quality of sex. It correctly identifies give and take (as in conversation), between two or more persons as the key quality of coition. So even without the specific application of coitus, it is already a word that tells you what is the most important quality to be promoted when exchanging sexual favors. And as with conversation, the equation between giving and taking is implicit. Only by giving can you take. If you’re clear on that point, then you’re on the way to being a good cocksman or cuntlady.

If you are young, you might not believe that. The ardor of youth is easily satisfied. Young men think nothing of slaking their lust without consideration of their partners’ needs. But that is only marginally better than masturbation. As delicious as it is, something much better awaits those who can imagine an even better experience, hard as it may be to believe.

So cut to the chase. No, not yet. There is still one important point to make. For the best experience that sex has to offer, youth may actually be a disqualifying condition. It will remain to the young reader to prove me wrong, to take my insight and prove that a young man can reach the same heights.

Imagine, young man, that you are lying in bed, as I was this afternoon, with the sun streaming in through the window. The room is warm. I am lying on top of the bedding inhaling cognac fumes as the alcoholic spirits evaporate off my tongue. Honey lies beside me rubbing my feet and I am reciprocating, waiting for the rush of a pipe-full of marijuana to do its magic. Occasionally she runs a hand up my leg toward my groin. Once or twice I lift one of her legs for a peak at her pussy. A CD sets the mood—classical for us, but that’s a matter of taste.

Slowly my penis is becoming turgid. This is quite different from the way it was even ten years ago when my penis stood erect from the moment I entered a room where she awaited me, coming in from the bath. Now it takes a while for my cock to awake. That’s okay because this is quality time. Why be in a hurry to get it over with? This is a time when we can concentrate on sharing what we’re thinking about at a deeper level than everyday talk.

It’s also a time for back scratching, massage, foot rubs, and for me, having the hair on my stomach and balls lightly stroked by warm hands. It’s not quite yet time for muff diving or tit chewing, though that time is near. It’s time to allow the world to recede leaving us together in a bubble apart from the world. The ringer on the phone is tuned off, the doors are locked, the children are grown up and away from home. We are our only distractions.

Before beginning oral activity, I like to sniff the wonderful odor of Honey’s cunt. This is like shifting from third to second going into a curve and then accelerating into the straight stretch. It causes a change in attitude. The atmosphere in the bubble becomes purposeful. I might, in the process, stroke her labia and clitoris lightly with my nose–just enough to take her with me as I accelerate. Then I crawl my way up, biding awhile with my tongue at her navel and breasts along the way. My cock is like a bologna, tapered at both ends but still hanging down. Later rus escort it will become rigid like an iron bar but now is hangs down and swings back and forth with my balls to brush against honey’s legs and stomach depending upon where I am on her.

Our noses meet and I explore her face with mine before our lips meet. Our mood today is languid, for the while, so I kiss her sweetly and explore her mouth with my tongue with my lips just barely brushing hers; licking her lips, her teeth, twirling around her tongue. Somewhere along the way my cock ceases to brush against Honey; it has reached readiness and now is angled up. It is hard and rigid but it will get harder and more rigid.

While kissing her with more passion, I take my place kneeling between her legs and lift her heels into the air, so I can crawl forward and lay the bottom of my cock in the groove that bridges the gap between her mons venerus and anus. I push my cock down into the groove and I wiggle my hips back and forth and then back up and look at the strands of precum tying my cock to her clitoris.

Holding her legs like this, I can see her open vagina clearly and the moistness that is beginning to flow shines in the sunlight. Where all the plains of her limbs come together the moistness looks like cream with little curds and my mouth begins to water with anticipation. Yes, I can see that she is well along the way to being ready to proceed. But there is no hurry. I take a couple of small steps backward with my knees and bend down for just a taste.

“You taste exceptionally good, today, Honey.”

“She’s feels quite ready.”

“Yes, she is ready. But I’m not.”

“Oh. Would you like me to see how you taste?”

“Ummmm.”

I roll over onto my back. Honey takes up position between my legs and takes my sex into her hands, as if weighing a fish at the seafood counter. Then she commences brushing my crotch with her hair, which is short enough to be electric in its effect. I can’t help but to arch my back in an attempt to expose the bottom of my balls and she gives them a couple of brushes, but quickly moves on up the bottom of my cock toward the bulb at the end–the glans penis–the bottom of which is the most sensitive point of my apparatus. I am trying to push against her by thrusting my hips toward her, but she is teasing me and the more I push myself forward, the more she backs off, leaving me both delighted and frustrated. I cannot keep it up and after a couple of shivers, I settle down into the bed. If she’s going to tease me, I’m going to make her come to me.

Now that I’ve surrendered, Honey allows me to win. Resting her forehead on my stomach she begins to lick the head of my cock. My butt muscles clench involuntarily and again my hips thrust up, but her head keeps me from pushing into her mouth with my cock. She takes pity, though and begins to fuck my cock with her mouth and I can’t help opening my eyes to watch my cock disappear between her lips, only to reappear glistening with precum and spit.

The most devastating thing she does with oral sex is licking the length of my urethra from my balls to the glans penis, especially in the little ‘V’ where the glans meets the shaft of my cock.

At this point, I wish to digress a moment. One of the things we’ve had to work through lately is the effect of age on my libido. Part of the solution has been testosterone shots but more important has been coming to an understanding that age has turned the tables on us. It used to be that I had to work hard to arouse Honey to the point where she would get the most out of sex, and I had to find a way to contain my excitement. Now the situation is the exact opposite.

My cock has been hard enough to enter Honey for some time now, but beginning to fuck too soon would make for a lackluster experience for me because my cock would never appreciate the fucking like it does when I reach a higher level of arousal. By arousing me to a point of nearly ejaculating, Honey can start me from a plateau. It’s like taking off for space from a mountaintop. The joy of age is that once I reach this plateau of excitement, I can prolong it for an extended period. It’s like taking the exact moment when earlier I would have begun ejaculating and keeping that wonderful feeling for another hour or so.

Toward this end, Honey is tonguing the soft lip of my glans where the ‘V’ comes together–until, that is, I tell her it is time to stop. She climbs off me and I jump up and place a pillow on the side of the bed for her to sit on, legs draped over the edge. Standing before her, looming above her, I look down at my cock. Now it is not only hard and rigid, but also ardent with precum hanging down like a spider’s silk, with globules running down and disappearing out of sight. Holding my balls I offer my cock to her for a final suck before kneeling to worship at the temple of Venus. Her legs, the twin columns of her temple, frame my head as I bow sıhhiye escort before her.

Her sweet vagina looks so delicious, my mouth waters in anticipation. But first I run my nose up and down a couple of times just to let the odor permeate my nostrils. Honey’s legs are taking on a life of their own as she tries to press her sex upon my nose but it is my turn to tease her a little. What goes around comes around.

Clearly, I could enter Honey at any time now, but what’s the hurry. One thing I can’t do now that I could as a teenager is to come again, so before I come, I intend to make the most of it. Holding her nether lips apart with my fingers I begin to lick up from her anus to her clit with light strokes. She sighs with each pass. I pull the hood back from her clitoris and carefully suck it into my mouth. She holds her breath. I suck it in and out a couple of times. Then I move to another theater of operation. I begin to put pressure on her perineum, the tight flesh between the vagina and anus.

Moving right along, I begin to rim the circumference of her vagina, pushing my tongue in as far as it will go. Now it’s important to understand that all of this is done in symphony with Honey’s response. Like me, what delights one moment, palls in the next moment, and good pressure becomes too much pressure in an instant. But by paying attention, one can avoid these pitfalls. It’s like rolling a hoop with a stick. You have to pay attention to the stick and the hoop or it falls flat.

Except for sucking it into my mouth a couple of times, I have not devoted much attention to Honey’s clitoris up to this point. It has been my experience that if I try to excite her clitoris too soon, it has the opposite effect from what I want. It took me years to understand this. If you look at XXX videos, the porn stars tend to go right after it, but the actresses have been prepped before the filming begins, so you can’t judge reality from what you see in the movies. After you have come to know a woman well, you can begin to tell when a porno queen is really aroused and when she is acting. Watch the clitoris. If it is extended and pokes out from between its lips, she’s excited. If she is yelling and screaming, “oh, oh, oh, etc.,” but her clitoris is lying inside her lips, she’s faking it. Also look to see if her chest reddens and if her heels start to kick against the man’s legs.

Back to the cockpit. Honey’s pussy lips are swollen and her clit has begun to emerge. I carefully lick up one side of the clitoris and down the other side. I turn my head and flick it back and forth a little. I am being careful not to put too much pressure on the little man in the boat yet. Everything I read says the 11:00 o’clock spot it the hottest for most women. For Honey, the hottest spot is where the clitoris splits on either side of the urethra. But it takes great care to excite her orally because the urethra entrance is quite tender. Honey has to be almost out of her mind before she can take direct stimulation here. It always works better if we’ve been fucking for a while first.

Still, I can tease her clitoris, both at the entrance to the urethra and around the little man in the boat and when she finally comes, as she almost always does, that is my signal to proceed to the next step. Something else she loves is when I stick my tongue as far in her vagina as it will reach and then suck her clitoris into my mouth and purse my lips around it. I could bite it off if such a thought occurred to me—perish the thought.

All this cunt work is interactive. I read her response and make adjustments. And my psychology is such that her response is what excites me most. I know when the time is ripe by her readiness which creates my readiness.

To kneel between her legs, to make room on the edge of the bed, I have to push her legs up and back toward her head. This leaves me kneeling on the edge of the bed, looking down at my cock. which is all smeared with precum and about to explode. Something about the smell and taste of pussy does that to him. He will never be bigger and harder than he is now. Yes, we both think of my cock as he and Honey’s pussy as she.

I take him in my hand and run the head up and down Honey’s groove a couple of times. Yes!

Sometimes I will just lean on him and follow him down to the bottom and then stay there, locked in the most intimate embrace, feeling the warmth radiate through my cock, up into my guts, and out the top of my head. Today, however, I’m in the mood to dick around a little bit, excuse the expression. I hold her feet in my hands and put the meatus of my cock against her clit and use my hips to push the head of my cock down the groove toward her open vagina. But I don’t enter. I pull back. Honey’s hips are going crazy. She wants me in. No way, José!

Instead, I hunker down so my cock is pointed up at her clitoris and push the head up against the top of the vestibule. A wiggle one sincan escort way and the cock will slip up and out of the entranceway and pluck the clitoris as it springs free. A wiggle the other way and the bulb will boink into her cunt like a grape or a watermelon seed, squeezed between two slippery fingers. Wiggle enough and you have a crazy lady under you, pulling on your ass cheeks to get you in where you belong. You can only resist such entreaties so long, then it would be churlish to refuse a lady what she wants. I’m not that kind of guy so I allow her to pull me in. Nice of me, eh?

If you do this right, and it’s nature’s way that you can’t do it every time, but if you do it right, just coming in will be enough to give her an orgasm. Not the end all orgasm that a good fuck culminates in, but a nice, along the way orgasm. Skillful fucking will take that initial orgasm and build on it so that while there may be a few dips, the trend is ever up and up.

I slide in so wonderfully that the feeling seizes me. Warmth radiates from my cock, suffixing my balls and spreading to my face. My ears glow. It is exactly the feeling of my first orgasm at age fifteen, minus the ejaculation. I will have several orgasms today before I ejaculate, and when I finally do cum, it will be because I have worked at it. I will expend so much of my hormonal load with these wonderful ‘dry’ orgasms that I will have to work for release in the end. But my cock will feel like it is just on the verge of coming the whole time and considering that this is going to last an hour or so, that’s pretty good.

I hold my cock tight into the depths of Honey’s pussy while the feeling rolls over me–and Honey, too, for that matter. She feels my ecstasy and responds to it with her own, because we are one. This is just indescribable, so why am I even trying to describe? Because, even if I can’t describe the feeling, I can describe the process and tell you how worthwhile it is to work toward the goal of multi-orgasms, male style. Since experiencing multi-orgasms myself, I have looked on the World Wide Web and discovered that it is a known phenomenon. Look under Kegel exercises for more about it. You’ll be glad you did.

So here I am buried in Honey’s pussy and the feeling is beginning to dissipate, and the music on the CD is proceeding at a brisk pace, so I take up the beat and start to piston in and out with vigor. I am in a modified missionary position. The old fashioned missionary never did much for me. It was too hard to get deep penetration. But this gives me all the leverage I need. I kneel between Honey’s legs and hook her legs with my arms from below, lifting her knees up and pulling her ass toward me, at the same time pulling her pussy up tight against my cock and pubic bone. When I am through, her legs are resting on my legs in the bend of my hips, her pussy is canted at just the right angle for me to penetrate her to the bottom of her vagina, and I have available several angles from which I can thrust into her.

If I crawl toward her, I can angle the tip of my prick up into her ‘g’ spot. Increase that angle a little more and I can ‘miss’ her vagina and slide up through her vestibule and over her clit, strumming it like a banjo with my cock head. Conversely, if I back off a bit I can slide the top of my cock down her groove and push against her perineum from the inside. Tonight I alternate pushing against her ‘g’ spot and stubbing the taught sphincter at the top of her vagina with each stroke. This soon has her panting audibly. “Do you like this, Honey?” I ask.

She answers by humping up her pussy so that I penetrate fully despite my position and it feels wonderful. So wonderful that I begin to extend the same stroke from outside the entrance of her pussy to the farthest depth I can reach in long slow strokes. The music’s tempo has picked up and I fuck her to the tempo.

Since my cock feels so good, it is a real pleasure to vary these long strokes by putting pressure on a different facet of my cock each time. I do this by swaying my hips, but when Honey’s motion makes it difficult for me to control, I take back the initiative by grabbing her heels and holding them in my hands and spreading them apart as far as they will reach. Now there is almost no ‘V’ formed by her legs, just a little ‘O’ where her vulva breaks the plain of her legs. If she were vertical, she’d be doing the splits.

Now I “stand” upright on my knees, back straight, instead of hunched over her as before. Now I become a bow, my cock an arrow, as I arch my back forward and back while pushing and pulling on her heels. By bouncing a little on my knees, I soon set the bedsprings to bouncing in sympathy with my bowing motion. Soon my pubis is slapping against Honey’s mons venerus with an audible slap slap slap, competing with the keening of Honey as she cries out in delight.

Suddenly the music becomes adagio again and I immediately slow down to a near stop. The only contact between Honey and me now is my hands on her heels and my lignum in her yoni. I move my cock slowly around her pussy like a pestle in a mortise. All the feeling in the world is now concentrated in my penis and it responds by having another orgasm without ejaculating. I lean forward, sliding all the way in again, and pause as the waves of pleasure roll over me.

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Blowing out the candles that were surrounding the bathtub, she stood up and grabbed her towel. Her hands slowly eased the hard fabric over her soft flesh, drying and temporarily cooling her heated skin. She wrapped the towel around her body and stepped out of the tub, before slowly walking into the bedroom. Tonight she would surrender all to him. She smiled, never in a million years would she have imagined it would be like this between them. She pulled out a lacy thong, slipped it on before discarding the towel in the laundry basket. Walking over to the closet she picked out his favorite shirt and laid it on the bed. Now it was time to prepare for him. She lit candles around the room and opted for body lotion instead of the flowery perfume she favored. Picking up a honeysuckle scented lotion, she began rubbing it into her body, making sure to cover every inch. Loosening her hair, she began to brush it out, long silk tendrils cascaded down her back, every action heightening her senses. Soon he would come to her, wrap her in his arms and love her. Picking up his shirt, she put it on, slowly buttoning the buttons, admiring how her breasts pressed into the fabric at the front, her hard nipples barely concealed. She could hear his footsteps approaching, and she walked to the window to wait.

He could see the glow illuminating from under the door. He grinned wondering what the little minx was up to. He knew there were unresolved issues between them, things that needed to be said, but not tonight. Tonight was for them, to explore the passion between them. Opening the door he walked into the room, the candlelight let an eerie almost magical allure to the room. He spotted her standing by the window, watching him, trying to read his thoughts. He allowed his eyes to roam over her figure, she was barefoot and wearing his shirt. A shirt that did nothing to hide her charms, on the contrary the material clung to her womanly curves indecently.

Looking at him she smiled and walked into his arms, sliding her arms around his neck she lifted her face to meet his lips as he lowered his mouth to claim hers.

Closing his arms around her waist he pulled her into him, pressing her breasts into his chest, anchoring her to him as he savored her mouth, taking all she offered and freely yielded. Letting go of her waist, he lowered his hands, tracing, then cupping her lush bottom, kneading, mamak escort caressing, then lifting her so that she pressed against his erection.

Moaning softly into the kiss, she slid her hands between them, pushing him slightly back so her hands could explore freely. She undid his shirt and slid it off, then tugged at his undershirt, breaking the kiss for a moment as she pulled it over his head. Kissing him briefly, she moved lower, tracing her lips along his jaw line and neck, lower still, placing soft delicate kisses on his chest, while her hands undid his belt and pants. Playing with the waistband, her fingernails teasing his skin. Lowering her head, she snaked her tongue over his nipples, licking teasingly, laving as he had done to hers. She could hear his muttered breath as his hands caressed her back. Looking up at him, she smiled wickedly, then lowered herself down onto her knees, pulling and tugging his pants and underwear down to his ankles. She kissed his hipbone as she removed his shoes, her hot wet mouth setting his skin on fire wherever she touched him, trailing her tongue down his thighs she removed the offending materials from his body. Moving back up she blew softly across the wet trails her tongue left, making sure to avoid his hard on. Closing her fingers over his shaft, she lifted it up and ran her tongue up and down his sac.

He shivered with anticipation, his fingers slid into her hair, tangling in her curls. When she parted her lips and took him into her mouth he thought he would die. She teased and played, her tongue caressing and stroking, she held him captive as she lovingly tortured him. Reaching over her he played with the waistband of her thong, sliding the flimsy material back and forth, knowing it would affect her. She angled her head and took him deeper, moaning as he maneuvered the fabric against her dewy petals. Every moan sending shivers of pleasure coursing through him. He looked down at her, his beautiful siren. Every touch, every scrape of her nails, every long, liquid stroke of her tongue like velvet fire, wound him tighter and tighter. His fingers gripped hard on her skull, yet she still pushed him further.

Reaching down he pulled and snapped her underwear off, his hands squeezing and slapping her buttocks. She had worked him into a frenzy and now it was his turn ofise gelen escort to return the favor. He pulled her up and kissed her roughly, his hands grabbing fistfuls of the shirt and ripping it open, scattering the buttons all over the floor.

She looked at him calmly, assuringly, she wanted him to reveal his needs to her.

He lifted her, possessively gripping her backside, then lowered her onto him as he grip the back of her thighs.

Wrapping her arms around his neck, she clung tightly, then wrapped her legs around his back, her heels in the small of his back.

He pressed deeper within her, her body open to him and filled to the hilt. The hot slickness of her sheath clamping tight all around him. Only when he had drunk his fill, he began to move her. He shifted her on him, with her legs so high, she had to accept what he did, all he did. He moved her only enough to wind her tight. She sank her teeth into his shoulder. Smiling, he drew her down, walked slowly to the bed, deliberately working her up and down in his arms, until she whimpered from desperation. He sat back on the bed, resting against the headboard. She tried to wriggle but he tightened his hold.

“Stay as you are.”

She looked into his dark eyes.

“I want to watch you.”

Her body shivered with anticipation at his admission.

He lifted her again, working her, working himself inside of her, over and over again, deeper then deeper still. Her breasts rode against his chest, nipples as hard as pebbles. He continued to move her, felt her body coil and tighten, watched as she arched her back and cried out, climaxing wildly on him and over him.

He held her down as she writhe, tonight he wanted more, she offered and he accepted. Holding onto her tightly his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he began to move her again, letting her ride through her climax, refusing to stop until she was once again aware of his strength buried deep inside of her.

He whispered hoarsely, ” I want you.”

” I know,” she replied.

“Wrong answer,” he sneered.

She leaned into him, pressing her lips against his. “Tell me.”

He kissed her savagely, his hands grabbing the shirt, lowering it until her arms were bound. “Now get on your knees in the middle of the bed.”

She obeyed, her otele gelen escort arms confined to her sides, her bottom bare and exposed to him, she had never felt so vulnerable, she could only feel him.

His weight pushing the bed down told her he was kneeling behind her, but he didn’t touch her.

“Spread your knees apart baby and lower your head.”

Her long dark hair fell forward, covering her face as she lowered herself and spread her knees wider apart.

He reached over her, ran his hand possessively from the base of her throat to the dampness between her thighs. She was naked and open to his touch. He continued to explore, to possess. To trace, tweak and knead her breasts until they were swollen and heavy, her nipples tender and aching. One hand moved lower to splay across her stomach, holding her, while the other pressed between her thighs to expose, stroke and probe until she arched and gasped.

“Please.”

She wished she could see his face or know his intentions.

Then his fingers traced her cleft and slid again between her thighs. Opening her, probing, his hands closed about her hips. holding her as he nudged his erection into her, sinking home.

She closed her eyes and prepared to be ravished.

He pulled out slowly, almost to the head of his cock then pushed back in just as slow. Teasing her repeatedly until she began to writhe under him, strangled pleas escaping her lips. Moving her hips she began to rock into him, needing him to ravage her, claim her, to possess her.

His hands continued to caress her body, stroking, demanding, she give into him, mind, body and soul. And she did, surrendered it without reserve.

He claimed her then, every inch of her, hard, fast and deep. Tangling his hand in her hair, he pulled her back onto him, lifting her up, pressing her back into his chest as he touched and traced her face. “You are mine,” he growled into her ear, before pushing her back down. She was his. He leaned down and bit her shoulder. She answered his primal mating, her hips undulating, matching his wild thrusts, stroke for stroke. Together they climbed into oblivion, there was no sense of him and her. It was as if, together, they’d reached some place they hadn’t attained before.

She fell forward, her body slick with sweat and exhaustion. He laid next to her, gasping for breath, both of them comprehending a declaration without words. A trust. Given, taken, reciprocated.

She closed her eyes and slept.

He pulled her into his arms and kissed the top of her head. Stubborn, feisty, opinionated, loyal and passionate. She was his woman. Her commitment, her understanding of him rocked him. Burying his face into the side of her neck he fell asleep.

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Getting up from my naked slumber. Walking over to the window. The view’s spectacular from tens of stories up high even if the city looks drab on this grey morning. She comes up behind me, putting her arms around me, around my waist. I can feel her breasts against my back. Both of us are as naked as can be.

We go into the kitchen, making breakfast ready. Taking out bread and butter, making tea. I sit down with my cup and she comes up to me, gently taking my member in her hand and making sure it’s hard enough. before she straddles my lap and guides it into her as she sits down. She rides me gently, slowly, as we eat. Kissing now and then, putting her arms around me now and then. Her beautiful bountiful bouncing bosom right before my eyes. I kiss the twins now and then.

I embrace her, kissing her deeply, before standing up. Holding her up a short while before she slowly puts her feet on the floor, slowly turning around so my member slides out of her. Taking my hand she leads me into the bathroom, walking after this marvellous woman with curves like a goddess of fertility. Her hips moving beautifully as she walk. I just have to caress her bottom a little, she turns back and smiles at me while I do it.

She leads me into the shower, we walk in together. She turns on the warm water and we embrace and kiss. Gently enjoying each other as the warm water begins to flow. Rubbing our wet bodies close together, my member sliding on her powerful thigh. My hands wandering down to her buttocks, lifting them a little as we kiss a bit more deeply. Her fingers playing down along my back, down to the small of my back, down to my bum. Holding on to each other, recreating the warmth from our bed by keeping our bodies close.

She takes a little liquid soap, a body wash she keeps buying me because she thinks it makes me smell nice, in her hand. Then she applies it to my chest and shoulders, asking me to turn around before she starts rubbing in my back. Making me stretch out my arms before doing them, making me put my hands up before she does my arm-pits which she just can’t keep herself from tickling. Her smile and laugh just begs for a kiss that I give her.

Taking some of her liquid soap, a nice flowery odour filling the shower after the smell of sandal wood and lemon that the soap she used on me had, in my hand. Starting at her shoulders as I smile at her, wondering down over her bosom as fall into some sort of trance, inebriated by her soft skin and beautiful curves. Caressing her breasts thoroughly before asking her to turn around. Her neck is beautiful, her whole back and backside is, even her spine hidden lightly beneath the skin enchants me. With my fingers I trace along it, down to the small of her back. That little pit just above her lovely buttocks. I let out a sigh at her beauty.

I’ve taken too long so I take some more soap before asking her to raise her arms, even her arms are perfect, at least to me. I return her favour and tickle her armpits a bit. As she turns giggling towards me I kiss her. We fall into each others arms, falling into softness and love. Just kissing and caressing. I ask her if she wants me to wash her hair, she says no but in the same breath asks to wash mine.

I can’t say no to her. Feeling her fingers allover my scalp, massaging in the shampoo. With short hair I have nothing against letting her fingers rub it through, it just feels good, nay great. She plays a little with my ears, rubbing them. As she rinses out the shampoo I enjoy it even more, kissing her as my way of thanking her before she moves on to herself. She’s beautiful even when just washing her hair.

Kneeling beside her and helping her lift one of her legs. Gently rubbing soap allover it, my fingers daring to reach up to her buttocks. Groping them, before running all the way down, down over her thighs. Sliding up and down the inside of her thigh a couple of times, before going down to her foot, between her toes. Teasing her and tickling her feet until she giggles and laughs. Playing with her foot for a while, before putting it down and starting on her other leg. Reaching up equally high this time, to her sweet tush. Caressing her thigh again and again, her legs are so perfect. Kissing her knee on a whim before going down to her foot. Cleaning it thoroughly, even tickling her a little, before kissing the kızılay escort upside of her foot.

She makes me rise up, telling me it’s her time. Taking one leg at a time, her hands brushing up against my member supposedly accidentally many times. Grinning widely up at me she smacks my bum a couple of times. She’s as thorough as I was, making sure to clean even in between my toes, tickling my soft and sensitive arches. She pays much attention to the inside of my thighs, but she also seems to find something fascinating about the hair on my legs. Her own leg-hairs never having been so long I guess.

She rises up into a kiss, squeezing my body so close to her and groping my buttocks so hard it’s like she’s squeezing an orange for it’s juice.Kissing deeply without bothering about time. Holding closely.

I kneel again, smiling, grinning, up at her. A little soap in my hand for her bush. She gives me thorough instructions about what to do and not to do with her blossom. I can already feel her clit hardening a bit. Her lips swelling, preparing for a visitor. When I’m done and she’s fully rinsed I can’t help but kiss it. Making her close her eyes moaning. I just love pleasuring her and take my time doing so. There’s no rush this morning. I love caressing her with every part of my body.

She pulls me up, letting the water shower off my face before kissing me. She then kneels before me. Taking a little soap on her pinkie and cleaning out my navel, before edging closer and closer to my wanton wand. She is most thorough. Rubbing it in allover my groin and equipment, roughly rubbing my member much more than necessary. Making sure that the water gets everywhere when she’s rinsing it off. When the soap is gone she surprises me by kissing it, kissing one of my balls. Then the other. Soon she’s licking allover it, making me want to grip something in order to be able to stand upright as my knees seem to be melting. Taking the tip into her mouth and making me moan, her one hand playing with my sack and the other holding my one buttock firmly. It’s like she assumes command of my whole mid-region, from my thighs and up to my waist. Pumping me in and out of her mouth without any help from me.

Interrupting I pull her up, into a kiss. We quickly wash any overlooked bits before turning off the shower, having spent much more time in there than we usually do on our own. We help dry each other off, paying extra attention to our more interesting bits. When she’s drying off my member it feels less like she’s simply drying it and more like she’s giving me a hand-job. I love the way she will find and take any excuse to grab my behind, I do the same with hers.

Dry again we walk back to that window, standing there hand in hand like Adam & Eve surveying the world. She is so beautiful naked, so I tell her so. We kiss, yearningly. With a naughty smile she bends forward, leaning onto the window sill. Smiling at me she suggests that I inspect her from behind. Having just put my hand on her bum it’s not a suggestion I’m about to decline. Standing behind her I first caress her bottom, before kneeling down and kissing it. Nibbling on her buttocks and then kissing her orchid. Letting my fingers play a little in her bush, enjoying the feel of the hair on her mound of Venus. Gently spreading those fleshy lips of hers to taste the inside, egged on by her moans.

I rise up behind her and with careful precision aim my piece. Dipping it’s tip on her soft accommodating flesh. She moans as I gradually let myself get more and more wet from her juices. As I probe and indeed penetrate her. Firmly holding on to her hips and watching her beautiful back. We stand there, watching the view as I slowly move inside of her in rhythm with her movements. Wondering if anybody is watching us makes us both laugh. The idea of how stunned someone might be to see or know what we’re doing bringing a smile to my lips and heart. I let my hands wander to her bosom and gently caress it. we’ve got all the time in the world and just being with her, inside of her, feels great.

She lifts herself and we kiss, pressing her breasts flat against the glass for a moment. Giving any viewer a great and inspiring sight. Holding her up against me I let my hands wander allover her front, her bosom and stomach. Making kolej escort love to her is my greatest joy. She leans forwards again and we stand there, gently fornicating just for fun. My hands wandering over her back and hips, around her sides and on to her breasts and clit. I wish all days could be like this, to spend eternity inside of her.

She asks to go somewhere more comfortable and we move to the sofa instead, walking there hand in hand exchanging brief little kisses. Laying down innermost she lays down in front of me, with some wiggling we fit ourselves in perfectly. Spooning and making love, intertwining our legs and putting my arms around her, caressing her bosom as we kiss. Slowly thrusting, our bodies writhing with love like a couple of snakes mating. Wrapping ourselves around each other. Closely coupling, her skin so tight against mine. Her sweat rubbing off on me. Kissing the edge of her mouth, nibbling her neck, on her shoulder. I hear it as it starts to rain outside, droplets hitting the window, but it’s distant. Irrelevant, outside the reality shared by us two lovers.

She wants to see my eyes and we slide into a more missionary position, her legs up around my waist. Just lying there, gazing deep into each others’ eyes for a while. Caressing her hair as we smile at one another. Kissing her, deeply, intently, passionately. My eager pelvis starting to move as if by it’s own volition, her hands wandering down my spin and finding my bum irresistible. She squeezes as I thrust, her softness receiving me easily. Mating like men and women have for ages, lovingly. The more I move the more she moans, moving her head back and letting me feast on her neck. Nibbling on it, kissing it. Tasting her sweet skin as I grind our groins together. My every move answered by her pelvis.

I can’t help but start moving a little faster, I want her so bad. Every second of every hour of every day, only more so right now. Feeling her bosom against my chest, her hard nipples, my own hard nipples against her skin. My breath getting deeper, my yearning and passion stronger. Her moans getting darker. All morning dedicated to love-making. To touching, kissing, caressing, tasting and all the sensual pleasures. All that’s missing are some large feathers for teasing caresses. Grinding on into and with my lover, hotter, harder, faster. I feel myself turning into an animal, an animal of lust. Thinking with my body, rather than my brain. Taking her like some alpha male. She’s my alpha female.

She starts nibbling on my shoulder, biting it lightly. Making me wince and groan a little, but somehow the pleasure is more than the pain. The pleasure of having her biting me, feeling her teeth on my skin, sinking in. Why is the idea of a woman hurting me so attractive to me?… She’s digging her fingers into my back and my bum, squeezing hard. Suddenly she tells me to stop, I feel like a train driver that’s just spotted somebody on the tracks up ahead. Pulling out all stops just to slow down and hoping I won’t be too late. When I finally manage to stop she whispers into my ear, with a voice clouded by passion and desire. saying that she wants to ride me. I look her straight in the eye, she’s smiling at me. We kiss, loosing ourselves to each other for a moment.

It’s a bit hard getting up from the couch, my legs are weak and even though it’s her idea she seems to be reluctant to let me get up, to loosen her grip on me. In the end I wind up telling her I can’t carry her, my legs feeling to weak. As we get up she replies saying that it’s a good thing she’s taking over then. With her hand squeezing one of my buttocks, hard, we walk into the bedroom. Jokingly she pushes me down into the bed on my back. Smiling, almost laughing, as she straddles me. Walking on her knees in the bed over me. Smiling down at me before kissing me. Kissing me deeply before getting up again and aiming my member at her target. Taking that sensitive part of myself into herself. Conquering me with a smile, like she she did when we first met even though we hardly got this intimate then.

Each time she rides me I counter-thrust, bouncing her on top of me. My hands wandering up to her bosom by their own volition. She’s riding me slower than I want her to, seeing the frustration on my face but smiling at maltepe escort it sadistically. But I can see the cracks in her own facade, she’s almost at the edge herself. Equally close to exploding, to coming, to annihilation. Both of us moaning away, breathing heavily. Her hands seeking out my nipples. Playing with them, twisting them, pinching them. She leans down and kisses me, her hands moving to my neck. Caressing it, gripping it lightly as she kisses me and then nibbles on my ear. The pleasure making me grip her bum tighter, trying to make her ride me faster without much luck.

She bites my neck, vampire-style. Almost too painfully. She smiles as she rises. She knows that somehow, I still like it. She starts riding me harder, more forcefully. Her hand lightly around my neck. She tells me she’s going to take me, going to ride me, fuck me. That she’s going to use me up completely. Licking a few fingers I seek out her clit. she closes her eyes as I caress it, moaning deeply from the bottom of her being, from the centre of her pleasures. My second hand gripping her hip. I raise my knees to counter-thrust with more power. I can feel the pressure rising inside of me, my blood pumping, heart thumping. It feels like I’m about to boil over and explode.

She grips my shoulders, holding on more tightly the faster and harder she rides me. Both of us working hard for ecstasy, trying to work harder. the fires within burning hotter by the second, going for a supernova. Hot enough to achieve fusion. A fusion of bodies, minds, hearts. Melding together. Melting together. Exploding together. The ride gets more and more intense, both of us shuddering with the pleasure we’ve been building up inside each other. I can feel myself loosing control of my body, muscles and sinews getting firm. Obsession taking over my mind, a form of insanity based on and in desperation. To come, to achieve release. She’s shaking on top of me, unable to maintain composure as she bounces on top of me. Riding me like a fury. Like some female demon.

I can feel her starting to have contractions, inside of her. See her going insane with pent up lust. I feel myself about to explode, edging closer and closer to the edge. All that is left of me is the will to come. My spine tingling with signals telling me it’s getting near, curling my toes as my legs become stiff. More and more muscles locking in anticipation of the great release. I feel myself wanting to scream. My rubbing of her clit is less controlled caresses and more spasms. The effect on her is visible though. We’re both moaning away. sweating and shaking, shuddering, trembling. Biting my lip just to maintain some focus. Trying not to come too fast. But it’s getting impossible to hold on. Each second it feels more and more like I’m just going to explode, going to to go off like some bedroom h-bomb.

I feel the tingling and my body seizing up. Arching my back… and then I just do it. The intense pressure flowing out of me. My whole body pumping, thrusting, up into her. She keeps riding at an insane pace, milking me completely dry for now. She kisses me and then seconds or so later she arches her back, starting to vibrate like she’s going through her own personal earthquake. Riding me without control, keeping me firm inside of her until she’s had all she wants from me. All she needs to explode. Waking from my own explosion I watch her. God she’s beautiful. The pleasure, her orgasm, lending her an aura of beauty and desire that’s completely awe-inspiring.

Moving like a belly dancer on top of me, each wave making her arch and then relax her back. Her every shudder making me shiver with the last pulses of pleasure that she’s milking out of me. Breathing heavily she finally leans down on me, kissing me lightly. It feels like electric sparks are flying between our lips from the recent discharge. She’s still shuddering, then shivering, when she lies down on top of me. Drenched in sweat. Somehow she feels heavier on top of me than she did just moments before, but I hardly mind. Caressing her hair lightly, so sweet and soft. With weary eyes, feverish-looking, she gazes at me. Panting I kiss her. We lie there embracing. Having spent the whole morning in carnal union. The cooling sweat on our now cooling bodies makes the room start to feel chillier. With a tired hand I reach out for the sheets, pulling them over us to create our own bubble of warmth. Kissing again. Looking up at her I tell her I’ld like to stay this close to her forever. smiling at me she touches my lips gently with the tip of one of her fingers, looking me straight in the eyes she says that so would she. Lying there in our shared bubble of love and closeness we kiss…

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You gently pull my lips apart exposing the pink flesh and find my flower with your tongue. You feel it come to life as you gently flick your tongue back and forth across it.

Feel my body arch beneath your strong arms as you take me to my peak over and over again. Gently slip a finger into my kitty and feel my pussy clamp down as the orgasms wash over me.

Listen to my cries of pleasure as I scream your name over and over pleading with you to enter me. Please, I am begging you, slide your hard cock into me!! Feel my orgasms pull you in deeper.

I love the way your hard cock fills as it slips deeper and deeper into my tight, wet pussy. I love the way that your cock takes up all the space inside of me while slightly stretching me.

We settle into a nice slow rhythm and the rocking of your body takes my orgasms to new heights. You lean down to kiss me with an urgency. As your lips find mine, you gently pry them apart with your tongue, so that you may taste my mouth.

You gently slip your hands underneath grup escort me and roll me over so that I’m on top of you. You enjoy me being on top, dominating you.

You love to feel me ride your cock, taking you to new heights as you’ve done to me. I gently slide up and down your cock as my orgasms wash over me. With each orgasm I rock harder on your shaft and as the orgasm passes, I slow down.

You tell me that I am teasing you. Bringing you closer to your orgasm and then taking it back and it is driving you crazy. You tell me that you want to feel my mouth on your cock. I ride you for a couple of more rounds before disengaging my warm and sopping wet kitty from your manhood.

I slowly kiss the length of your body until my lips brush against your head. I lick your shaft like it’s a lollipop made for me and then slowly take you into my eager mouth inch by inch.

I love the feel of your hard cock between my lips. I love to hear your moans as I iranlı escort gently stroke you. Your voice excites me and with a fever I suck harder…closing in on your orgasm. Until you stop me I am staying put with your cock in my mouth and your balls in my hand.

As I continue to suck you into my mouth, I glance up at your face to find you watching me. I love watching your blue eyes looking into my brown ones with such intense heat and passion.

I can feel you getting close to your orgasm, feel your cock swell in my mouth, and I know the end is near. I can see it in your face that you’re fixing to shoot your load down the back of my throat.

I wrap my hand around the bottom of your shaft and match my mouth stroke for stroke, feeling your body tense beneath my hands.

I love the way my tongue feels against the veins of your cock.I love running my tongue up and down your shaft, enjoying the guttural moans that it brings out of your mouth.

I keçiören escort live for the moment when I can bring you to orgasm…to deplete you of your supply of cum. I hear you whisper in a breathy voice, ‘Don’t stop!! I’m so close!!’

I increase my strokes with my hand, bringing my mouth just to your head and sucking harder. I briefly lift my mouth from your manhood to get a glimpse of what I’m doing to you and to enjoy my view of what I see before my eyes.

Nice big purple head, swollen with love juices, nice hard shaft in my hand …ahhhhh….I grab a hold of your head with my hand and stroke your head with my thumb and forefinger until I hear you say ‘I’m cumming!!’

It never seems to take long when I use my fingers. I lower my head back over your manhood as you unleash your powerful orgasm into my mouth.

The first shot hits the back of my throat, a bit salty and bitter, but powerful nonetheless, and slides down my throat as the rest of your juices follow. Your cum is so hot!!

I love the feeling in my hand of your cock pumping out the rest of your orgasm. I swallow every bit of your juices and then continue to gently stroke to get every last drop.

As we lay spent in the bed you look down at me between your legs, my favorite place to be, and tell me that in a few minutes after you catch your breath, it’s my turn.

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