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I didn’t mind the location he named for our first scheduled meeting. Even the fact that I had to pay the cover didn’t rankle nearly as much as the fact that he’d told me what to wear.

Or the fact that I’d worn what he told me to. His voice had slithered over the phone, “Wear a short skirt and high heels.” I’d asked, a little sarcastically, if there was anything else he wanted. “More sexy underwear,” he told me, then hung up.

I wore a black skirt I’d inherited from my much shorter aunt. It was so short it revealed the lacy tops of the stockings and the garter belt straps. If I stood up straight, the hemline stopped just short of illegal. I wore a white tube top under a black sheer blouse. I did my hair in that “just-rolled-out-of-bed” look, which took longer than it should have. I finished it with knee-high boots that laced all the way up.

I grabbed my long coat to wear over it and left the house. As I drove to the place, my heart beat far too fast. I had to be insane: I was being a puppet, dancing at the puppet master’s command. But…I wanted him bad enough to do this. I was a slave to my hormones after all.

I showed my ID at the door and paid the entry fee, getting stamped with the “under 21” stamp so the bartenders wouldn’t sell me alcohol. As if I needed it: I felt ready to pass out from adrenaline overload as it was.

The music was so loud I couldn’t hear anything but the bass. I looked around the hazy atmosphere. There were high tables with barstools scattered around, and a few cushy chairs gathered at odd intervals against the walls. The place had nice ambiance; sexy without being obvious. Not like me, I thought as I checked my coat. I saw a lot of guys watching me, their tongues practically hanging out. I was sure they were going to ask me for my hourly rate. I wondered for a small moment what I could get away with charging them.

Michael had said he would find me, so I moved into the seating area. Everywhere I moved I felt eyes on me. It efeler escort was a real rush, knowing that men wanted me, even if I was dressed kind of cheaply.

A hand touched my back, smoothed down to my ass as someone fell into step behind me. He put his mouth right up to my ear. Even there, he almost had to shout to be heard. “Come and dance,” he said, making it clear that it wasn’t a request.

I spun to face him, and stopped dead in shock, looking him up and down.

He looked utterly sexy. He wore tight black jeans, a subtle belt and a white formal shirt, tucked in but unbuttoned almost to his waist. The look sould have been trite, but his sheer arrogance allowed him to pull it off.

He grabbed my hand and led me out to the dance floor, where a hip-swinging rhythm had just begun. I’m not a stellar dancer, but my hip movements leave nothing to be desired. I ground and brushed against him with the fast beat. After a while, the beat changed to seductive, and Michael spun me as he pulled me into his arms. I was locked against him, felt his cock nestled between my cheeks, and felt the skirt riding up as he pulled me slightly upward with his grip at my waist.

His mouth found my ear again. “I bet every man here wants to do this to you,” he said as he made a little grinding movement against me. I gasped, my eyes half-closing, my body bowing. “They want to do more than that. They’re watching us, right now.” He lapped at my earlobe with the very tip of his tongue. He guided my hands until they were stretched around his neck.

“They want to be me,” he said. “They want to be the ones grinding into your body. They want to be the ones who can touch your bare skin.” His hands slid down my arms, grazing over my breasts, making me shudder and lose the rhythm of the dance for a moment. They continued over my stomach, tracing patterns there. “The men here want to lynch me for touching you in front of them. For showing off what they knew when they elbistan escort first saw us together.”

“And what’s that?” I asked, not really caring what he was talking about, as long as he continued to touch me.

“You’re mine,” he said fiercely.

I stopped cold. “I’m yours?” I demanded. His lips sucked the lobe of my ear into his mouth, flicking it for a moment before moving down my neck. One hand slid until he could wrap his fingers around my thigh, physically guiding me back into the rhythm.

“You’re mine,” he said, and began walking us both into a dark, sheltered, secluded corner. His hands slid from my shoulders to my hands, guiding them up to the wall, pressing them against the sweating plaster. One of his hands stayed there, both my wrists locked in his grip.

His free hand traced its way down my body, sliding over my breasts, squeezing one gently when he passed. “You have very sensitive nipples, don’t you?” he murmured in my ear, feeling the hard peak pressing into his palm. Then his wonderful fingers continued down my thighs to the hem of my skirt. He slid under the hem. “What are these lacy little things?” he asked in my ear, sounding highly amused. Without my answering, he quickly removed them, ordering me to kick my favorite pair of cheeky panties against the wall.

“I like those boots,” he told me. “The heels make you the perfect height, actually,” he added, and ground his hips against me, at the perfect level for penetration.

“Michael,” I pant, and press my hips back against him. His fingers moved inside me, making me cry out wordlessly as I grew wetter with his ministrations. In one corner of my mind, I thought idly that my hands were almost numb, but the rest of me didn’t care.

Suddenly, his fingers were gone from me, and I nearly whimpered at the loss of sensation. Then I felt the head of his cock nudging my entrance and I pressed back against him, trying to get him inside me. He plunged hard into erciş escort me, and I wanted to scream in pleasure, biting my lip and letting me forehead rest against the wall. My eyes were closed tight as he began to move inside me, and I felt his mouth latch onto my shoulder just below and to the right of my neck.

His shaft is so hard inside me, sawing in and out, friction against those sensitive nerves, occasionally hitting that one spot, that perfect spot. I don’t even notice that I can’t move my arms. I’m lost in the pleasure as he continues to fuck me. One of his hands moves down my front to my clit, and begins to pull on it, sliding off it with the amount of moisture I’m generating.

Finally, I feel myself coming, feel the white-hot rush break over me, until I can’t see, hear, or smell anything. I can only feel: his shaft inside me, my muscles clenching around him. I can almost feel every oversensitized inch of exposed skin, the scrape of the wall against my fingers, the shifting air as it blows against my face. The pleasure of it all.

His teeth scrape my shoulder as he comes, his mouth detaching from my skin for a moment. I’m sure I’ll have another hickey, and I know I’ll have to be creative with my wardrobe again to hide it. But I’m just feeling too good to care, really.

My sweat molds me to the wall as he presses against me, breathing hard in my ear. “Hmm,” he said, humming directly into my skin. His hands worked, pulling my skirt back down and my blouse back up. “Remember,” he said, his voice low, harsh. “You’re mine.”

By the time I get enough energy to turn around he’s gone, and when I emerge back into the club, he’s nowhere to be seen. I shudder slightly to see the other men leering at me from the shadows, but mostly I feel aroused that I actually had sex in public. And hadn’t gotten caught. I was sick.

And it was all his fault.

And who the hell did he think he was, anyway? I’m his? In his dreams! I flounce over to retrieve my coat, and my indignation gets me all the way home and into bed before I’m overcome by exhaustion.

The next time he called, even his numbers flashing on the display sent a shiver through me. I was playing right into his hands, but I couldn’t stop myself from listening attentively to his instructions.

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The following involves marital infidelity. If such storylines offend you, then please skip reading and move on to some other story.

She had never intended to be an unfaithful wife, Kathy Franklin thought to herself as she backed her car out of the dark driveway and began the drive home. The notion had barely crossed her mind during the eleven years that she and Kevin had been married. She had always thought they had one of those perfect marriages. But things changed, everything changed, when she had found the Polaroids.

It’s not that she didn’t like sex. Far from it. She’d discovered her clitoris at the age of eight, was masturbating daily at 12, and by 15 was allowing almost every boyfriend-of-the-month to unsnap her bra and clumsily paw her breasts. She’d lost her virginity at 17 in the back seat of her boyfriend’s mother’s red Camaro to the third boy she’d let touch her below the waist, who not coincidentally was the first boy whose fingers were talented enough, or lucky enough, to duplicate the effectiveness of her own.

Once she’d discovered the usefulness of an erect penis, she proceeded in a more or less determined way to discover what the opposite sex had to offer. She had worked her way through a steady progression of boyfriends, some relationships lasting longer than others. If variety was a virtue, then Kathy was blessed. Big, small, and inbetween. Men who were willing to go down on her, others who weren’t. Men who prefered her mouth to her pussy. And, for the most part, men who didn’t.

She’d fucked in cars, fucked in a boyfriend’s house, fucked in her own house when parents and sisters were gone, fucked at parties in out-of-the-way bedrooms. In the beginning, when the boys were inexperienced and altogether too quick on the trigger, she’d slip a familiar hand down to strum her clit and try to sprint to orgasm, shoulder to shoulder with the hyperventilating, sweaty and altogether self-absorbed body above her. But as time went on, the boys turned into men, the rushed and frantic couplings relaxed into unhurried hours, and Kathy had relied more on her lovers’ skills and less on her own fingers to find satisfaction.

And now, on this drizzly evening, Kathy slowed at a stoplight and looked at her own tired eyes in the rear view mirror. With a sigh, she rechecked her hastily applied lipstick and wondered why she didn’t feel more guilty. When she had met Kevin Franklin, she was 21, in her last year at the University, and was ready to settle down to just one man. If she had bothered to count — and Kathy wasn’t the type to really keep count — she had been with more than two dozen boys and men since the Camaro. Kevin had been close to her concept of an ideal husband. He was handsome. He was in pre-med. He was kind to her, gracious to her friends, adored by her dörtyol escort mother and even welcomed by her father. And he was, to put it mildly, a great screw.

The day they married, Kathy swore to Kevin and to herself that marriage meant monogamy. She had thrown herself at marriage with the same enthusiasm that she had thrown at her previous freewheeling lifestyle. Kevin labored his way through medical school at the University up north, then even more intensely during his internship and residency in Houston, where Kathy discovered she had a talent for selling real estate.

Their first son came along as Kevin finished med school, their daughter appeared two years later in Texas, and finally, when they had relocated to California and to Kevin’s new practice in Santa Barbara, their second son and third child was born. Throughout it all, through the lean times when they borrowed money from both sets of parents, through the pregnancies, each more difficult than the prior, through the early years juggling babies and classes and clients and patients, Kathy remained convinced she had made the right decision. She and Kevin were soulmates. Bonded for life. Committed. Monogamous.

Which made it all the more startling to her when she had found the Polaroids. It’s not that she was snooping. Kathy had just been taking a few days away from the real estate office to catch up on some Spring cleaning. It was a simple enough thing, going into the big walk-in closet and working her way through the stacks and drawers. There, behind a large, wadded up mass of his sweaters buried at the back of a shelf, she discovered those four squares staring back at her. They were face down, their black backsides taunting her to pick them up and turn them over.

The first picture almost made her faint. Her heart had drummed an erratic tattoo in her chest as she stared at the image of a hairy vulva, gaping open in blatant crimson arousal. It was a fuzzy shot, poorly focused, but it was clear enough to see black pubic hair that was not hers.

Her shaking hands flipped to the second picture. This one was taken from further away. It showed a woman on her back, legs apart, her fingers spreading her labia for the camera. And for the cameraman. Who was this woman? And why did Kevin have these pictures of her? Kathy felt the blood rushing from her head, and she steadied herself with her free hand. There had to be some simple explanation.

The third picture made Kathy’s mouth go dry. It was a downward looking shot of a penis — an erect penis — inserted halfway into this very same pussy. It was, to Kathy’s practiced eye and to her private horror, a most familiar penis. Kevin. It was Kevin fucking this stranger. Only she probably wasn’t a stranger to Kevin, Kathy had thought to herself.

The düziçi escort fourth picture was similar to the first one, with that same blackhaired bush and wide-open pussy staring back at her. But this one, Kathy remembered as her fingers choked the life out of the steering wheel, was clearly the last in the chronological sequence. In this picture the labia were yawning even wider at the bottom, no doubt having just recently released their grasp of Kevin’s cock. They were glistening. And they were oozing a dribble of white that threaded down toward an equally blackhaired, brown-ringed and puckered anus. Kevin’s semen. What Kathy had always thought of as her semen. Having come from what she had always thought of as her penis.

Kathy made the last turn and saw the lights of her house at the end of the cul-de-sac. She felt her ears redden at the memory of those photographs. Her stomach tightened as it had so many times the previous few months. She remembered the initial confrontation that first night when Kevin had gotten home from the office. She remembered his confession of the 18-month affair. Eighteen months! He’d told her it was some pharmaceutical sales rep, just a “meaningless” and “physical” relationship. Kathy shook her head in silence as her car rolled into the driveway. She turned off the headlights and the ignition and just sat there for a moment.

She had told her friends about it, of course, probably more than they really wanted to know. She had cried on their shoulders, listened to their advice. Some counseled divorce, others suggested she simply accept Kevin’s apology and put the matter behind her. Neither choice would have been easy, she thought. It was a gut wrenching few months for both of them, a time of bitterness, of stretches of silence punctuated by screaming arguments.

No, Kathy had finally decided, she wasn’t going to let an unfaithful husband and some Other Woman turn her life upside down and put her into a rundown house with her three kids and a monthly support check. Kathy unlocked the front door and stepped inside. She turned off the porchlight, gave a brief glance around to check on the state of the darkened living room, then slowly ascended the stairs to their bedroom. No, and she wasn’t going to simply forget about the betrayal. If Kevin wanted to play by a different set of rules, then she was going to play by those same rules.

Kathy brushed her teeth and changed into her nightgown. She gave one last look at herself in the mirror. The years and the three kids showed. But she still had her pride. She knew she was still desirable. Kathy turned out the bathroom light and joined her husband in bed, feeling his half-asleep body rouse in her presence. He was naked, as usual, and her gentle touch urged him to hardness while edremit escort her lips pressed into that sensitive area below his jaw that she knew so well.

And as Kevin rolled on top of her, pulling her nightgown up around her neck, Kathy spread her legs for the second man in as many hours and silently allowed her husband to discover the silky arousal between her still-thickened labia. She urged his probing cockhead inward, wrapping her legs around his thighs and spurring him on with whispers and gentle nibbles and practiced hips. Kathy remembered how her new lover had first entered her with his stubbier, wondrously thicker cock, and how he had gracefully fucked her with smooth, unhurried strokes. She remembered how he had quelled her anxieties about her body, about the softness that came from three children and thirty-eight years. Anxieties about a husband who’d spent eighteen months fucking a woman who was ten years Kathy’s junior.

Kevin, heavy and hurried, lay on top of her and worked his erection into that other man’s copious seed, thrusting his proud and oblivious flesh into the lubrication of a stranger’s semen mixed with his wife’s own excitement. He stabbed at her, soon almost frantic in his movements. Their lovemaking had been erratic since The Discovery. He had learned not to question any willingness for sex that Kathy might show him.

Her mind drifted. Kathy remembered how earlier she had clutched her knees alongside her jostling breasts and offered her body to the man perched above her on straightened arms, his heavy-lidded eyes boring into hers as deeply as his steel-hard cock was plunging into her body, its upward curve grazing maddeningly across just the right spot. His bedroom had filled with the liquid sounds and smells of sex, the bed rhythmically creaking beneath them, the old wooden headboard thumping against the wall, her hips moving from side to side to better feel his hardness driving her half crazy with lust.

And when her husband now climaxed, groaning in her ear and twitching inside her creamy grasp, Kathy felt the familiar spreading warmth and remembered how her lover had climaxed, breathless and incoherent, mere seconds after her own had rippled through her own body. In mute tribute Kathy lifted her hips and rubbed against her husband and granted herself one final, small orgasm, holding her breath as her vagina pulsed weakly around the base of his cock.

She clung to her husband much like she had recently clung to that other man in that other bed, that playful man with the hairy back and strong arms and beard coated with her juices, that man whose whole body had shuddered with pleasure when he spurted his warm white offering high up inside her, groaning at each long, delicious ejaculation. He had emptied so much of himself into her that she had felt it oozing out ever since, leaving him with sticky sheets and her with damp panties on her drive home.

And now, as her husband slipped his softening erection from her tender clutches, Kathy thought again of that fourth Polaroid, and this time she allowed herself just the glimmer of a smile.

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Meeting

Leon went to the door, his legs feeling wobbly, and his belly uncontrollably on fire, his brain a whirl of crazy thoughts. He kept telling himself to stop being so ridiculous, telling his cock to calm down, no way a beautiful young woman like this was going to let him touch her. But there was always what she had done, why on earth had she done that. He reminded himself to just accept things, especially the good ones, to stop being so analytical. He opened the door.

“Hello,” a truly beautiful voice said, “I’m Allison.” Up close she was stunning. Lightish blonde hair, green eyes, oval face with a slightly wide forehead, so, so beautiful, just the slightest scent of newly applied deodorant.

“Hi, I’m Leon,” he replied, trying to control his voice. He stood there awkwardly for a moment, not sure if he should ask her in, or just give her the cigarette. But he didn’t have them there, he would have to ask her in, he was glad of that. “Please, come in.” And he stood aside, watched her as she walked past, hoped she didn’t notice his eyes glance to her top, the material tight over pointy nipples, the jeans also tight across a beautiful little arse. No bra, his mind registered.

“Thank you,” she said, and brushed past him, liking that he had looked at her breasts, at her bum. He seemed to her to be about forty, slim, nice eyes, brown hair. She looked quickly around the open plan apartment as he led her into the living room, it was large, and the furniture hinted at someone well off , with quiet good taste.

“I hope you don’t mind this,” she said, “it’s just I ran out last night, and I was too tired to go and get some more.”

“Of course I don’t mind,” he said, how the fuck could I mind he thought, after what you have already done for me. He was grateful that at least his cock had had the good manners to relax, the robe he had on could only conceal so much. He gestured to a couch, and once she’d sat down he offered her a cigarette, lit it, lit one for himself, went and sat in an armchair opposite her. He hoped she had not noticed the trembling of his fingers.

“This is a really nice apartment,” Allison demre escort said, looking around and admiring the furnishings. “I’m gonna go get my furniture today.” She liked that he was glimpsing down now and then to the crotch of her jeans, that was why she was sitting that way, with one leg up on the couch, she hoped he didn’t mind his having her bare foot on it.

“It’s not going to be delivered?” he asked, she was sitting very seductively he thought, with her legs apart like that, surely not, he wondered, is she offering something, no, couldn’t be. There is something just so sexy, though, he thought, about a beautiful woman in jeans like that, the crotch of them, the promise the denim held, hidden.

“Oh no,” Allison laughed, “I gotta go buy it, I’m really looking forward to it…can finally buy stuff of my own…that I like…”and the way she stressed the last few words hinted that in some way the business of having things she liked was a bit of an issue with her.

“Oh ok,” was all Leon could think to say. Into his mind crept the matter of money, this was an expensive apartment block, and now she was going out to buy furniture-a whole apartment’s worth. Where was the money coming from? Was she a prostitute? Was that what this was all about? Was he merely a potential client, who earlier had been given a preview of possible things to come? Suddenly he wasn’t sure about this anymore.

Allison was a sensitive girl, and she noticed the frown flash across Leon’s face. Shit, she thought, he might think I’m a whore or something. She decided it would be best to clear all that up straight away.

“My parents just got divorced. Part of the deal was that I was to be…um…provided for,” the way she said it showed her disapproval of the way her parents had treated her, just one more piece of property in the allocation of assets. “They set me up with a bank account, so much for somewhere to live…so much for uni fees…so much a week to live on…you know…I’m lucky I guess…in that regard anyway.” Her tone of voice made it clear that she was telling the truth, there was a sadness derince escort in it.

They talked for a while, she had another one of his cigarettes, he suggested good shops to go to for her furniture, Allison decided she liked him. He decided she was beautiful and nice and it would be totally ridiculous and humiliating to ask her out for lunch or even just coffee. If she hadn’t done what she had done before, he felt he could, but her strip had put an intimacy between them that would make it seem presumptuous of him to want more.

Allison put out the cigarette and stood up. She had made a decision, she had made it quickly now, before she could tell herself it was silly and no doubt slutty. “Anywayyyy,” and she dragged the word out as she stood up.

Leon felt his stomach fall, he struggled with the words to ask her could he help her with the furniture shopping in any way, he didn’t want her to leave.

Allison stood next to the lounge, and looked him in the eyes.

“Can you promise me something?” she asked, her hands on the hem of her pullover.

“Of course,” he said, assuming she would ask him never to say anything about what she had done earlier.

“Just never, ever ask why ok?” and before he had a chance to ask her what she meant, she lifted her pullover up over her head, held it there above her head, and smiled at him. Leon felt his cock jump, just a few feet from him she was half naked, her beautiful smallish breasts pointing out, slightly up, the lovely little pinky brown nipples erect, flat belly pulled taut by having her arms above her head, the slightest hint of overnight stubble in her armpits. She smiled at him, and lowered her arms.

“You like?” she giggled.

He struggled to find an answer that wasn’t inane or crude. “You are very beautiful Allison,” he said, his voice husky.

“Thank you,” she said softly, and dropped the pullover on to the coffee table, she could feel the little tingles racing through her lower belly, the way it always was when she was excited and frightened. She could also feel a wetness between her thighs, building. Turning didim escort to face Leon, she unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans, one hand holding them up though. She was looking right into his eyes, and smiling softly.

Shit, was what raced through Leon’s mind. He gulped. She had stripped for him earlier, but from a distance. Now she was right in front of him, her belly button, the slight roundedness of her lower belly, the jeans were slightly open and he could see she had no undies on, his cock jumped again.

Now she started to step out of the jeans, bending and pushing them down to her knees, her breasts falling they were so beautiful and he knew he had to put his mouth around them he could see her mound clearly now, dark brown hairs obviously growing back from being shaved, her slit was so close to him, he could see its beginnings amongst the hairs, creasing away to between her thighs, now she lifted her left leg out of the jeans, he moaned audibly hoping she didn’t mind, she had to know what effect this was having on him, she smiled, he couldn’t take his eyes from her mound and that pretty crease, the lips closed, hiding their beautiful secrets.

Allison watched his eyes, heard the little moan that escaped from him, noticed the way the material of the robe over his cock moved every now and again, I have never felt so horny she thought, even that first time she had knelt on a bed, another girl’s cunt opening in front of her, not even that had been this sexy she thought.

She stepped completely out of the jeans and just stood there for a few seconds, totally naked, come on fantasy man this is fun isn’t it. Between her thighs the tension was building, she could feel her body preparing for him. She smiled at him again, then sat back on the couch. She sat upright, one foot on the floor, the other leg raised so that her knee rested on the couch, she wondered if her slit opened, wanted to look down and see.

He looked at her, the way she was sitting, looking for a little suggestion of her clit, her legs open like that, and she was smiling at him. Her breasts straight out at him, the mystery of the look on her face, shit, he thought again, she wants to fuck me, the little smile, the look in her eyes.

This is cool she thought, a total reversal of how it normally went with a guy. She patted the couch next to her knee.

“Why’nt you come sit here Leon,” such a soft, kind, beautiful voice.

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Your hand goes under my side and you hold me at my hips as you roll onto your back. I am forced to follow, as you have me strongly in your grip. Now I am sat straddling you. I can feel you deep within me…throbbing. You slide the shirt of my shoulders. It drops onto your legs behind me. You come up and undo my bra. Letting it drop to the floor. Finally you can feel my soft skin. Your tongue traces over my hard nipples. Gently biting and licking. You want me all naked. Want to be able to touch me everywhere, but I am not willing to let you go. Not wanting to leave that filling feeling.

“Tear it,” I say. You grab the hem of my skirt and rip it apart. Throwing it away once you have it apart. My panties go the same way. You lay back. Just looking at me. Not touching. Not moving. I can’t stand to be close to you and not feeling you on me. My body yearns for your touch. You know what I want without me saying it. Slowly you let your fingers trace up my legs. Along my sides. My body shudders at the gentleness of your touch. You cup my breasts. Let your thumbs trance the nipples. Slowly I start to move my hips. Moving only slightly. You can feel the movements cumra escort on your shaft, but I keep you in me fully.

You come up again and start gently biting me. Nibbling on my nipples. Sucking on them. I moan out. Push your head into me. Your hands grab my hips and start to control my movements. Moving me up higher. You slide out halfway. Then you slam up from beneath me. I suck my breath in hard as I feel the impact. I have to hold onto your shoulders. It takes all my willpower not to scream out. I don’t want to, fearing you will stop, thinking that you are hurting me. The pleasure is unbelievable.

One arm goes around me. Resting across my back. Hand on my hip. With the other you gently push me back, so I am leaning in your arm. You keep pushing up into me. Then you lean forward and start licking my neck again. I could go crazy. Your touch is so soft. I can’t take it much longer and as I want this to last, I push you back down on the bed. Take your hands and hold them on my hips.

Now I am the one moving. Slightly leaning over you, I start moving my ass up. You slide out of me and I go on till only dalaman escort the head remains in me. I tease with my hips. And then sit back again. Letting you slide back in. I can see how much you like it by the look on your face. I repeat the procedure. Only much slower. And again. My movements getting real slow. You let out a deep growl.

“Don’t tease!!!!” I smile. Slowly raising myself again. Tensing up on you. Holding your cock tightly in me.

“I swear that you will regret this!!!“ you manage to mumble. I can’t help it, but I am enjoying this. Only using my muscles I have you sweating. I loosen up a bit and sit up in a fast move. You slam deep into me. Both of us moan out. You try to reach for me, but I grab your hands and tuck them under my knees. I know exactly that you could throw me off with no problem, but I also know that as long as I have you tightly in me that you are not willing to do that. I start moving forward and backward. Letting you slide in and out of me. My moves getting faster.

I can feel you rubbing in me. It feels so fantastic that I never want it to end. Even if I wanted to, I datça escort couldn’t slow down or stop. My body has taken over my mind. The animals in us start rising again. I start moving faster. My head drops back and my back arches. My breasts push forward and you free your hands to touch me. Cupping them. Massaging them. I push more into your hands. My hands are resting on your chest to steady me. You move one hand across my tummy. Down till the thumb rests on my clit.

I moan in pleasure and feel the fire burning hotter between my legs. I want you so much. Want you like this always. Your thumb rubs in little circles around my clit. Giving me an extra bit of pleasure. My breath starts coming in short pushes. You push up hard from beneath me. Slamming deep in me. I claw into your chest. Your movements get so hard and fast that you have to hold my hips to keep me steady. I can hear you growling. Can feel you expanding in me. I tighten my muscles and lock you deep embedded in me. Your hands tighten on my hips as I feel your hot cum shoot up in me and then I let go of my own pleasure. Exploding. My juices mixing with yours.

Slowly the orgasm ebbs away. Both of us breathing heavily. You let go of my hips and I lie down on your chest. Your hand goes along my spine. I close my eyes and relax. The jetlag and the last hours have me totally exhausted. I start drifting of into a sleep. My last thought being. “My God…he is still hard“…

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Copyright Neonurotic

The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.

This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons.

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TODAY

[Thursday, 11:18pm]

The elevator door slid open with a whoosh onto the sixth-level parking garage, a soulless cavern due to the lack of working lights. It was past 11 pm and few vehicles remained in their assigned stalls. Slight trepidation coursed through Jaina Grayson’s veins, as the garage could be a dangerous place late at night. She flicked the remote on her key chain, which made a little red light flash, as did a black BMW Z4 Roadster chirp twice in response, disabling the alarm. She walked across the parking area to her car, heels clicking on the concrete. The sharp sound echoed throughout the garage, amplifying the fact that there wasn’t another person around.

Calming herself, she thought about her posh little sports car, a 6-speed she gifted herself with when she made chief resident at Health Valley Medical Center. The sleek machine empowered her, though it also drained her, almost poor because of it. Once she reached her car, she set her briefcase down to stroke the side of it.

“Mmm, so beautiful.” She slipped the key into the lock.

Out of shadows, someone grabbed her from behind and dragged her towards the rear of her car, out of view of passerby’s. She screamed, but he cut it off short with a hand clamped on her mouth and she kicked her briefcase over with a loud clatter in her struggle to get away from her attacker. Her heart pounded in her chest as notes of bergamot, fern, and patchouli invaded her nose, along with an aroused male scent.

Crude, strong hands moved over her expensive suit, tearing off her jacket, and tossing it aside on the ground into a pool of oil. The black soaked through the caramel colored garment in an instant. Anger flashed through her brain, but the feeling cut short when she felt him jab his vulgar intent between her thighs. She stiffened, uncooperative as he lifted her off the ground, groaning his desire into her ear. He pressed his hard body against her, melding them together, along with his harder erection wedged into her vee.

“Please,” she begged, “let me go.”

“I will, eventually,” he growled at the nape of her neck. “But not before I fuck that sweet slit of yours,” Setting her on the ground, he jammed his hand down the front of her skirt and untucked her blouse.

One hand went under to the front clasp of her brassiere where he unlatched it with ease and let her heavy bosom spring free. He grasped one, squeezed, and massaged it, before he surprised her with a sharp nipple pinch. “Don’t you scream or I’ll hurt you. Don’t fight me or I’ll hurt you. Don’t try to get away or I’ll hurt you.” He warned her, setting a knife on the trunk of her car-the glint of light off the blade served as a warning that she should obey. “Do you understand?”

“Yes,” she whimpered and trembled. “I won’t scream,” she craned to the side, wanting to get a glimpse of him.

Catching her before she did, he grabbed her chin, nipped her neck, and shoved her forward again. “Now sweet thing, that’s a mistake, you really don’t want to see,” he whispered, trying to seduce her as his other hand slipped under her blouse and caught the top button. He ripped open her top and mashed her breasts together, and pinched both nipples at the same time. “Faceless is safer for the both of us.”

“Ohh-ow,” she gave weak protest. “You are hurting me.”

Ignoring her plea, he pushed her down onto the car, and jerked up her skirt, exposing her ass to the air. God! Why did she wear thong panties? He picked up the knife and she felt the cold metal blade where the thin strip of material of her panties joined the waist band. Fear slammed into her brain as he slit her thong, but he did not cut anything else because he set the knife aside again. He slapped her ass as he unzipped and kicked her legs apart.

“Wait!”

The rapist slammed her against the trunk of the car with one hand on the back of her head. “Is this what you want?” He asked hard and cold. “My cock is going to turn you inside out, bitch, and you’ll love it.”

“Please,” she shook her head side-to-side, “Uhhh.” Moaning, she knew there wasn’t anything she could do.

Adrenaline coursed through her bloodstream and she shivered, anticipating his next moves. He slid the head of his cock along her vulnerable slit, spat and lubed himself up with his spittle. Forgetting his instruction, she jerked her hips away, but he pulled her back into position. Breathing hard, she waited. Waiting, waiting, and then he did. He thrust in and filled her as he looped an arm around her midriff to get a good hold.

“My god!” She cried in surprise as he drew out enough that tip of his penis rested at her entrance and slammed in, lifting her off her feet. She grunted, felt dirty, and defenseless. He stroked hard, fast, and brutal. “Oh! That hurts,” she moaned because of çerkez escort how big he was-too big. My god, he’ll split me in two.

# # # #

“Two drinks… buzz,” Jaina licked the sweet anise flavored liqueur off her bottom lip and half-grinned. “I’m buzzing hard.”

Three shots of Sambuca in a short amount of time had her drunk and mellow. She swept the room with slow-eyed regard, feeling more at ease then when she first entered the swinger’s club, but not intoxicated enough to fuck a stranger on a stage in front of an audience full of strangers. Her friends, Elise and Shelly might have given bad advice, telling her that getting back into the dating game was what she needed. They had said that nasty and nameless sex was the best for her to get over her cheating, low life, waste of sperm, ex-husband.

Oh, she agreed that she needed to do it too, but an upscale, secret hardcore sex club for the rich and connected wasn’t where she should begin because in reality, a wallflower best described her, always hiding in the background. The truth hurt, although she knew she needed. The introverts tended to get their heads stepped on by the extroverts who got on top and waved their arms for attention.

Leaving the main room, she wandered about and grabbed a glass of chardonnay off a silver tray a waitress offered to her. Her friends had already found partners for the night and engaging in a hundred and one hedonistic acts elsewhere. They were comfortable doing that because they had come to the club several times before without her.

“Be fearless,” Shelly had given words of encouragement, but naughty Elise with her slick city attitude had said, “get fucked like you never have and forget the bum already!” Both were right, she knew that, so perhaps if she loosened up a bit maybe the swinger’s club wasn’t such a wrong place to liberate.

With her little inner pep talk, and the liquid courage from both the Sambuca and the wine, she took note of the club for the first time. The club itself wasn’t really a club, but an impressive Italian mansion named Villa A Pacifico.

The outside grounds of the villa had strategic floodlights to show it off at night, but the inside revealed a complete opposite, with unlit rooms to set the mood of the evening. The mansion had immense archways that led to tremendous rooms, with glowing candles on tall wrought iron stands for enough light to walk without stumbling. Jaina likened to see the place during the day because if the size of the mansion indicated of how grand it was then the decor would steal her breath away.

Regular patrons of the club stayed on the first floor, but the VIP’s could play on the upper levels of the mansion. As she passed the barricaded staircase, the guard, an imposing man dressed in black, nodded at her, though, she felt his eyes burn holes into her ass as she walked by to an archway made of marble. The room contained group sex for women only and the same for the room next to it, but for men. All of the rooms had some flavor of sex taking place; however, nothing that she delighted to engage in so she went back to the main area. It was gloomy here, except for a round stage in the center of the room, with a spotlight on a couple engaging in nasty exhibitionism.

Jaina leaned against the doorway, half in and out of the room, sipping the last of her drink and watched the show on stage. The room reeked of cigar smoke, liquor, and come. She couldn’t see them, but she knew the shadows held voyeurs either masturbating or having sex with other voyeurs because the seductive techno-style music didn’t disguise the moans and groans-it only enhanced it as they voiced their passion in beat with the music.

It all turned her on-the sight on the stage, the smell of spent erotica, and listening to others having sex made her clit throb and ache as she watched. Maybe voyeurism had its hold on her too because the two blondes who looked like twins made her horny. This was even more so with the mood and their exquisite shapes engaging in erotic poses on black satin sheets while under a black light. Their bodies glowed in all that darkness, putting them on display for the hungry-eyed patrons. One lay on her back with her long legs spread wide and draped over the other’s shoulders. The girl between her partner’s thighs had her face planted deep in the other’s center.

Jaina was straight, but turned on by the sapphic love. She didn’t hear anyone complaining about the two women ravishing each other. Not her either, the scene had her pussy throbbing for sex.

Now bothered, she squeezed her thighs together. She repeated this secret masturbatory technique while drinking the rest of her wine. With vivid detail, she imagined that she lapped at the blonde’s pussy as she licked the edge of her glass; she tasted Chablis, but fancied a musky flavor instead.

“Come on over to my table, and I can take care of that for you,” croaked a hideous Neanderthal who breathed whiskey vapors into her face. “I have a couple of fat fingers that’ll frig your cunt until its spitting cream.”

In the lighter ceyhan escort side of the archway, he wagged the fingers he suggested using on her. They were knobby, hairy and sported two chunky diamond rings. “Eh, baby, I’ll take you for a ride of your life.”

Repulsed and shocked, she stuttered, “Uh-huh, I don-“

To the left of her, a strong, nice looking, masculine hand shot out from the shadows, took her hand, and gave her a reassuring squeeze. “She’s with me,” said a smooth timbered voice, much to her relief. “So move along and harass someone else with your cretin-like pick up lines.”

“Huh?” Neanderthal stupidly asked, “what’s that supposed to mean?”

At last, she regained composure, “It means to piss off, dumb ass.” She gave a wry smile as she slid into the booth with her rescuer. “Thank you.”

“My pleasure,” he said, striking a match, which illuminated his face for a moment before he lit what he was smoking. Clove and vanilla sweetened the fetid air of the club. “Some try too hard. They act aggressive like he did,” he explained, with the cherry ember growing bright with a draw on his exotic cigarette, “while others, such as you, are timid.”

“Timid? I’m far from that,” she scoffed, feigning bravado. “I’m here aren’t I?”

“Oh, by your own choosing, eh?” He chuckled. “I rather doubt it.”

Who is he to question my self-confidence? She thought in annoyance, wishing she had gotten a clearer view of him instead of the quick look in low light when he lit a match. Although what she had appeared attractive-his firm jaw line, and ample lips that teased with a certain rakishness.

“No, it wasn’t my idea to come here, but I can ‘own it’ if I so choose.”

The stranger took her hand again. “Are you choosing?”

With her heart flitting around inside her chest like a caged bird, she slid closer to him. “I am,” she said, wanting his seduction, as he appealed more to her then any other and she wasn’t leaving Villa A Pacifico without getting fucked, as she’d never had before.

Already knowing she had chosen to have sex with him, she asked, “What have I chosen?” The question still titillated her upon asking.

“To be free,” he replied.

“Confident words from a stranger to a stranger.”

“Colin.” He pulled her to him so that they both sat in the middle of the overstuffed U-shaped bench with her back to him and between his thighs. “Now, I’m not a stranger.”

“Jaina,” she relaxed and leaned back. “Now I’m not a stranger either,” she said, knowing that they really were, but not caring.

It seemed as if his hands were everywhere, though they weren’t, he stroked her cheek with such a slow sensuousness that it made her nerve endings flood her body with a swell of feel-good dopamine. It was the same with his caress over her breasts, belly and finally, at her mound. He pressed a hand there on the silky, knit-covered pubic bone, she pushed up, wanting him to touch her deeper, but he did not. His other hand squeezed a breast and flicked a nipple to a point.

“Tell me your fantasies. The one scene you play over and over in your head when you masturbate or are with a lover,” Colin asked, slipping the hand at her breast under her clingy midi-top. “The one that gets you off faster with then without.”

Share her fantasies with him? Could she? Jaina wondered.

With a little luck, he unfastened the front closure of her bra and resumed his petting on her bare skin. His hand felt worn, as if he worked outdoors with them or washed them often throughout the day. She liked the feel of them on her sensitive flesh.

Kissing her neck, he breathed a hot wave as he whispered, “Tell me.”

Jaina moaned; the pressure at her clit was unbearable. “I imagine that I’m alone at night… sleeping and I’m wakened by the sound of a broken window. I don’t investigate because I’m afraid.” She felt him grow hard against her back and knew her fantasy turned him on. “A man climbs through the window into my bedroom.” Her talk caused his nipple flicking to become rough and she wondered if revealing more would send his other hand beneath her skirt. She was ready for him, wearing a skinny g-string bikini-easy access for whatever he had in mind. “The man isn’t there to rob, but there to rape me, he’d been watching me for months and he is lust crazy.”

“I can see why.” He groaned as he wedged his erection against her while his other hand slipped up her mini-skirt. “You’re making me insane.” He stroked her freshly waxed pussy lips. “So he’s in your bedroom,” he prompted her to go on.

“He jumps on me and puts his hand over my mouth tells me not to scream.”

“Don’t scream, bitch.” His fingers found her wet clit where he strummed it as he did her nipple at the same time. “You’re going to like this.”

“Yes,” she sighed. “Exactly.” The slow throbbing between her legs turned hot and spread to the pit of her stomach. “I sleep in the buff so he jerks my legs apart, unzips, rubs his erect penis until he’s slick and pushes into me.” As she said the last part, Colin’s fingers entered her then slipped out and ceylan escort back. He fingered her slow and deliberate while he twisted her aching nipple. Orgasm was close to ‘no return’ and she moved with him to get to the edge. “Oh, that feels good.”

Sensing she was close, he backed off. “Continue.”

“He-he finds out I-I’m already wet.”

“You want it?” Colin asked, continuing his tease. “Don’t come. If you do I’ll quit.” He stroked harder. “So he rapes you, but you like it?”

“G-god yes!” She hissed through clenched teeth, putting the breaks on her climax. “No, I love it.”

Flexing against her, he asked, “do you come with him?”

“Yesss…like I want to now.” My, oh my, she thought, feeling his hard-on press into her back again, he’s really big. “Let’s forget my fantasy, I want you instead.”

Jaina turned to face him and they kissed with fervor, tongues moving in sync. As turned on and mindless as she was, she still took note that he kissed well, which indicated that he he’d give good head. Her ex-husband was a lousy kisser.

“I want to see your face.” She unbuckled and unzipped him.

“No,” Colin said. “You have your fantasy and I have mine.”

“Which is?”

“I like to fuck strangers.”

“We’ve already established we weren’t strangers,” she teased, stroking his long cock. He was what she thought-big and hard. “Real nice.”

“Thank you.” He laughed. “Now why don’t you slide on an-“

Interrupting his chatter with a kiss, she did what he suggested and drew him into her sopping sex. “Ah.” They groaned in unison.

Jaina felt Colin wiggle to force her to move down faster, but she backed off because she wanted to savor the slow erotic feel of him filling her up inch by inch. He was a tight squeeze once she had him to the hilt then she rose up suddenly and right back down, slamming her cheeks onto his thighs.

Damn, doesn’t he feel good? Elise was right; this was what she needed. She rode him with pleasure, bending back to sink his cock deeper, he supported her waist and he groaned as she bowed him. Very close to orgasm now; she ground her hips side to side. He joined in with movements that started slow with her grind.

Enjoying the result of their combined effort, she let him take the lead. He teased her by bucking with deliberate, shallow strokes that penetrated two inches inside, but with her on top and leaning as she was, meant that the head of his cock rubbed sensual bliss right on her G-spot.

The orgasm put off, rolled upon her.

“Oh-mi-god!” She called, surprised and shuddering as she came. “Mmm, yes.”

Pushing up her skirt higher, he leaned her all the way back, and laid between her thighs so he could thrust hard and fast. “We’re going to get together again.” He slammed his demand through ragged breaths.

“Yes!” Another orgasm or the same one, she wasn’t so sure, erupted as he continued to ravage her pussy with his thick cock. ” Ooh, yes, yes, yes.” She chanted.

Faster, his slim hips pumped then he stopped, went rigid, and grunted, “I’m going to come.”

# # # #

Come splattered on the curve of her pretty lily white ass. He grinned, and watched his load slip and drip in long strings onto the ground. His call of passion still echoed throughout the empty garage when he climaxed. Colin pulled up his trousers and swiped the remaining spunk off and stepped forward, reached around, and offered it to her. Not hesitating for even a second, she licked his finger clean.

“Mmm,” She laughed, low and sexy as she tried to look at him again. “Just what the doctor ordered.”

“Jaina.” He chuckled, biting the back of her neck. “Stop.” He leaned over to pick up her oil stained jacket and tossed it on the trunk of the car. Caressing her luscious ass one last time, he straightened her skirt and pulled her ripped blouse together. “Sorry about that, I’ll buy you a new suit.”

“If you do, make it black instead.” She poked her round backside into his groin, trying to tease him awake again.

Colin glanced at his watch and saw that he was very late for his shift. “I’ve got to go, and so do you. You’ll need your sleep,” he swiped the nape of her neck with long lick and blew, making her shiver. “Leave your bedroom window open before you go to bed.” He walked away, left her at her car, and stepped into the shadows.

For a moment, he watched her looking for him, but he knew she wouldn’t find him. She gave up, jumped into her car, and sped off. Once her car disappeared, he headed to the elevator she had left earlier for their tryst. The elevator door slid open and closed after he stepped in. He pushed the button for his floor where his medical lab was, which was on the same floor as the emergency room. Colin knew Jaina, but she didn’t know him.

TONIGHT

[Thursday, 11:48pm]

The hospital elevator came to a stop on the first floor and opened up in the foyer across from the emergency room where all the patients sat, expecting to see a physician. It was a typical night when the moon was full because the waiting area was still a madhouse from last evening. Some were pacing the floor while others groaned in pain as they sat on the hard plastic seats. Health Valley was too cheap to spring for comfortable seats for their patients. They seemed to prefer money spent on the never-ending construction with yet another corridor, room, or office to build.

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Presently, I am at home, preparing a meal for my husband Ahmed. He comes home after a hard day at work. Ahmed is a tall, lean man with dark bronze skin, Black hair and dark brown eyes. I met Ahmed while we were both studying at Cambridge University in the United Kingdom. Even though he was thirty nine years old and I was only twenty, we clicked instantly. At first, Ahmed and I clashed. I was a British gal after all and he was a conservative Muslim from the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia. We had different values. I felt that Islam oppressed women. Women couldn’t be Imams. Women couldn’t wear certain types of clothes according to the rules of Islam. Women had to always behave and dress modestly. It seemed to me that Islam had a million rules for women but none for men. That was my western, deeply feminist way of thinking. Well, Ahmed was patient with me and in time, he helped me see the light.

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I cannot thank Allah enough for bringing Ahmed Farouk into my life. When I think of my old life, I shake my head in disgust. I look at pictures of me playing with my dogs Marquis and Lucky. Dogs are considered Haram or unclean according to the rules of Islam. When I converted and became a Muslim, I thought about giving away my dogs or putting them to sleep but my parents came and took them away from me. I cannot stand those Godless men and women I see walking around with dogs. Dogs are not man’s best friend. Dogs are considered Haram or unclean according çaycuma escort to the sacred rules of Islam. As a devout Muslim woman, I do not question the rules of Islam. When my parents vehemently opposed my marrying Ahmed, I told them that I was leaving the family. I did not need them anymore. I am a Muslim woman. I cannot associate with unbelievers, even if they happen to be my mother and father. They’re Christians, not Muslims. Since they are numbered among those who believe in the sacred teachings of Allah, their very lives do not matter. My parents are Infidels. They believe in Jesus Christ, whom Islam says was a mere mortal. I cannot associate with such people. Thus, I happily walked away from my feminist ideology and my Christian family and embraced my new life with Ahmed Farouk, my wonderful Muslim husband.

Ahmed Farouk and I moved to the City of Al Bahah in Southwestern Saudi Arabia. My husband and I embraced our new life together. I now proudly wear the burka and I don’t miss my old life of walking around in tight T-shirts, jeans and skirts. Those were the trappings of a Godless life. I now pray five times a day and fast at the appropriate times like during the sacred month of Ramadan. I feel sorry for all those White women in Europe and North America who still believe in the madness of feminism and its principles of gender equality and female empowerment. If Allah wanted woman to rule and man to follow, Allah would have given woman a penis and he would have given man a pair of breasts. That’s the conventional wisdom shared by every man in the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia. You might think I miss being able to walk down the street by myself, voting, or driving a car. Female drivers are forbidden in the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia. Once, as a feminist raised in Godless Britain, I would have disagreed. Not anymore. Women are not equal to men under the sacred rules of Sharia Law. Thank Allah for allowing Ahmed into my life for teaching me this.

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I know that my choice of lifestyle might frighten some of you. A lot of White women in Great Britain are marrying Muslim men and converting to Islam. Yet they’re choosing to remain in the Godless, pro-feminist world of the Infidels. I consider that living the life of a Muslim woman halfway. To be a true Muslim woman, the White woman who converts to Islam should follow my example. You should move to a Muslim country. The more conservative the better. Egypt and Libya are okay but the best country for a White female Muslim convert to live in is the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia. My White sisters…are you with me? Please join me in this beautiful country. Abandon feminism and its lies. Enjoy life among the Faithful…in a nation of the Faithful. Leave North America and Europe behind. Move to the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia and marry Saudi men, the most open-minded men in the entire world. They really know how to treat a woman.

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“It was amazing… But not even that, because it always is.

This was… Different.

Almost like there was something in the air, and the parfum was filling our heads with thought of lust and love. You… You (I want to say for once, but I know that isn’t true) felt the same way I did. We wanted the same thing, and we wanted it bad.

You were completely into it; Enjoying yourself while I enjoyed you and enjoying yourself while you enjoyed me. I don’t think I’ve ever heard so many pleasure soaked moans coming out of you just from teasing with my warm wet mouth.”

(“You teased the hell out of me.”)

“And even when we were slowly making love.. Which is what it was… (making love I mean) I wasn’t the only one who had to try to be quiet. I saw your face. It may have been dark, but I saw it. You were biting back sighs with every gentle thrust.

(“To be completely honest, if I did conceive last night, I’m glad it WAS last night. It was perfect.”)

Whatever it was to cause this… Some company testing a new toxin at your house, pent-up sexual frustration, or just the wanton love of a couple that used to be in such dire need of affection… It was incredible.

I’d like to say never again will we do it as we once did, but that isn’t true. In today’s “lingo” (and man am I dating myself when I say that), quickies in the morning, getting pounded a bit before work, sharing a shower because there’s no where else to be alone… They’ll all still happen.

You’ll still wake up in the early morning before the sun with your arm wrapped around me, your hand resting on my pelvis and your sweet breath warming my neck. And I’ll still wake up to you pressing your engorged member into the small of my back, it pleading for a little TLC.

We’ll still roll over sleepily, kiss each other awake and make love slow and steady until someone releases. And when that happens, we’ll still kiss each other, whisper I love you, and nod back to sleep. To some, it may all be for naught, but to us, every second we can spend connected in such a way is heaven on earth.

(I suppose you can say that each second we’re with each other in such a fashion is one more second taken off the years we both spent alone.)

And yes, we will still take a little time and explore each other’s bodies before you head off to work. And yes, (I promise) I will still stand at the door when you come in after a long day with my apron on, breasts bouncing slightly with every step, the friction of the coarse cotton making my nipples erect and firm. I shall never disappoint you… Fresh iced tea in bucak escort hand, I will ease the knot out of my apron, and stand there in all my naked glory waiting for your hungry lips to ravage the most secret of spots.

And, (forever) yes, we will slowly undress ourselves, caressing every new bared inch, licking, kissing, nibbling, until the floor is littered with our heavy garments, and the steam rising from the awaiting shower clouds the room. We will still step gingerly into the hot water, still wash the other, soap on skin, skin on skin, until we are clean and dirty and clean again.

But I must digress. When the chance comes, and our soon to be kids are asleep, we will fetch the fluffiest blanket in our linen closet, and we will undress each other (once again every inch being sucked, flicked, and rubbed) you will once again set yourself gingerly upon the couch, and I will tenderly place my body in yours, facing you, legs slipped to either side, and we…

[We shall once again feel the passion the was like electricity in that room. I swear it, though I remember it vaguely, the moment your shaft first probed into God’s most heavenly valley, all the years I’ve spent pining, waiting, unloved, dissipated from our bodies through our already slick skin. While you were inside, every pulse, every throb, every time your pressed against my forbidden fruit, I felt newer, cleaner (though that may be ironic) more fresh. I felt no more hate to those who’ve shunned me, and I felt the purest bliss.

And in the second that you tense up and release deep inside me, every drop diluted all the pain. And, as we now wish, I’m almost sure one drop was rushed to where it belongs. Just as I am sure, though only one day after, that deep inside my once-virgin womb, a tiny, lovely child is starting to grow.]

We shall feel that bliss once more. I will gently rest my warm, moist alter on your pelvic region, letting you relish in the emanating heat, before I guide your hands swiftly to my bosom, allowing your fingers to entice my nipples until they peak. My head thrown back in a breathy sigh, you will instinctively lean in to kiss and nibble the creamy white skin that is now bared. I will be able to feel your penis throb against that oh-so-sensitive nub hidden between my thighs, and the combination fills me with want and desire… and need.

I will scream. Or, I will want to, and if the new circumstance allows, I will, and if not, I will lean in quick and allow your soft lips to engulf my own, my scream swallowed with the delicious juices your mouth has created,

Slowly, bulancak escort like it was all I’ve ever wanted, I will lift my body onto my knees and reach between our sweat-glazed bodies to palm your thick manhood. My thumb will graze the smooth head as quick as a long awaited breath of wind on a hot day, and as my thumb reaches the other side, I will quickly put my weight back on your lap, engulfing you into your own little piece of heaven.

Quickly then, your will hands move to my waist, each palm perfectly cupping the protruding bones there. Firmly, lovingly, dazzlingly, those hands once coveted by none will press me against you, holding your phallus deep inside and holding me against you. I will see you looking up at me and the new four inches of height the couch cushions give me will give you what you call “the most wonderful sight you’ve ever seen” My swollen and slightly bruised breast are at your eye’s level, and my nipples, which you so skillfully made firm, are feathering your cheeks each time I inhale.

Your eyes will once again be filled with over-powering lust, and my right hand will leave the wall behind us and place my awaiting breast by your mouth. Teasing your lips will only work for so long because as skilled I was, your skill will be far greater. In the blink of mine eye, My breast, nipple and all, will be sucked deep into your mouth, your tongue playing with my protruding nipple, flicking it as one would a bothersome mosquito.

And then… My eyes will go wide. Another scream will be tugging at my vocal chords, and as the first orgasm (one of many) erupts out of me, my delectable juices coating the curly hair your penis calls home, I WILL scream. Impossible describes my ability to deny it. Your eyes will say, “shhh” but your smile will say, “more.”

And more I will. I can feel myself swell and tighten around you, pulling you in wanting you deeper, thicker. Your mouth will release my now tender breast, and you will once again cover me with kisses. Kisses so swift, so wanton, that they encompassed my heavy breasts, to my shoulders, then my neck, my flushed cheeks, and finally my awaiting mouth before I even had a chance to exhale. Your fervent lips upon mine will only fuel the blazing fire we will create, and kisses will be shared until our lips are purple.

“Faster,” you’ll say, and simultaneously your firm, callused hands will drive my pelvis onto yours, and my hips will start to bob. Each movement a little quicker than the last, but each long and sinfully planned, the length of you sliding out bulanık escort til the tip teases my engorged sex, and painstakingly glided back in.

A small moan will then escape your lips and a louder one from mine, and my second, more powerful orgasm is slammed out of me in tune with the quick thrusts. I feel you come back inside me, every inch hitting all the right places, and before you are able to leave, I tighten around you, drawing you in deep, and I release yet another, louder scream and you leave, a fresh wave of ecstasy swimming over me, through me, and onto your slick waist.

This time your mouth will find my chest on it’s own. You will duck your chin and suck my lonely left breast into your mouth. You’ll suck hard, and the brisk feel of your teeth on my tit will drive me to the brink. “Hold on,” I’ll whisper, and the muffled, “Mhm” from your busy mouth will give me the get-go. Harder and harder will I feel my cunt –

(I am completely on fire at this point, and his torch has lasted too long. I’ll need to douse it, and I suppose for this, I can’t help stop from being profane.)

– driving onto his shaft. I’m on top, but I can feel his warm, cum-filled balls graze my ass with every movement. “Soon baby, please soon,” I’ll whisper as I continue harder, faster, more wanting.

I know he can’t take it when I do this. The hot-warm-cold-warm sensation of being pulled completely out and then being driven back it is euphoric. “You know I love that. It feels amazing… Oh!! Grace*!! Oh!” And he will groan a loud, guttural moan, and press my hips onto his dick with such force I’ll swear I can feel it hit my womb. And I will moan as the hot, decadent liquid fills me to the brim.

A fierce, passionate kiss will be shared, and I will sit with his cock resting inside me. Softening by the second, it still has enough solidity to be rocked against. He will be able to tell I don’t want him to leave me, and even if his cock becomes sensitive, he will allow it.

After a few moments, the kiss will be broken, and he will look up at me, gently wipe my forehead with the back of his hand, and cup the back of my neck. I will rest my head in the hollow of his neck, and slowly, so very slowly, I will lift myself off of him, and onto my own couch cushion. He will then carefully stand himself, for his legs are unsturdy from his recent release, and after a moment of fumbling for a towel to bring me, he will return and lovingly wipe my slit, tender but firm, catching all of our combined juices. And once he deems me clean, he will sit down next to me, and carefully cradle my head in both his hands. A hard kiss will be pressed on my lips, and then he’ll let my head fall into his warm lap. Instinctively, I will curl my legs onto the other half of the couch, and fondle him gently as we nestle ourselves into each other, slowly waning from the intense pleasure we just felt.

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Bill and Marie Part 2- Exploring Together

They wouldn’t be getting much sleep tonight with everything they wanted to talk about.

That was Marie’s thought a couple days after the events at the hot spring in the mountains. How that night blended into the rest of the weekend…they’d shared an amazing three day weekend because the day at the hot spring had been a Friday both she and Bill had been lucky enough to have off.

Both were still incredibly turned on but hardly talked on the ride home.

What did happen was to keep things on edge. As they started down the road, Marie had pulled her top off again in the fading sunlight and ditched her bra in the back seat. Her shirt felt different somehow as the fabric brushed over her nipples. But it felt amazing, like she was electrified with a laser focus on the sexual energy. The air felt like the temperatures were dropping, not because they actually were, but her skin was warm from what she felt in every part of her. The entire day played over and over again in her mind as she sensed the movement of the car.

Marie was glad Bill was driving, otherwise they’d be pulling off the road and camping in the car without clothes. Not a bad idea, but she had other ideas for when they were back in their own bed.

Plus, she was afraid that if they stopped before getting home, she’d have Bill turn around to go back.

It wasn’t a problem, but she just needed the space to breathe and examine how she felt. As much fun as it would have been to stay, she knew that stepping away to figure out the experience was the better option. Anything after that would be a fully aware decision not driven in the heat of the moment, even with how badly she wanted that too.

Bill noticed her nipples very clearly pushing through the fabric of her shirt even in the darkened setting of the car. He became aroused and hardened thinking of how sexy his beautiful wife had been. Something had clicked for him too, but it was more of watching her let herself be free and open about her desires. Fulfilling those desires opened him too in letting his mind wander into fantasies he hadn’t had since college if he’d ever had fantasies like that at all. Watching two naked women kiss his wife was a sight beyond the words he could ever fathom.

Marie noticed his hardening cock through his shorts, which made her realize her own wetness.

Both of them were straining against their own pure lust by the time they pulled into the garage of their home. The silence in many ways was equally deafening as it was comforting for both of them.

Leaving everything in the car to clean up in the morning, they started to head into the house. Just as she closed and locked the door behind them, she felt him behind her. His right hand took her arm as his other came up to caress her left breast. Softly he pulled her into him, caressing the sweet, sweaty, and slightly salty nape of her neck causing her to moan gently as she fell into his control.

Bill’s right hand explored along the edge of her shorts again making her shutter.

He flipped Marie around against the door and pressed his entire body into her. Without warning, he whipped her shirt off and his other hand unbuttoned her shorts to leave her standing naked.

Her creamy white skin and glowing strawberry red hair were perfect.

His clothes fell away as he moved towards her pressing her again into the door. Bill’s stiff cock nearly drover Marie over the edge as the skin on skin contact began and continued deeper even though it was outside of her. Just the thought of it made her even wetter while he devoured her nipple with his tongue and one of his thumbs found the sensitive part of her hip.

This made her moan loudly.

Unable to control herself any longer, she grabbed him by the hand while pushing him away slightly. She didn’t stop until they were in the bathroom. Getting the water as hot and as steamy as they could both handle, she pulled him in. Soaping off his dick, she wanted it clean and ready. That done, she kissed her way down and sucked his cock right in to deep throat him. It was the first time she had done something like that, not wanting it any other way.

The hot water running down over her, flowing freely off the tips of her nipples, and between her legs only helped. But the sensation of her husband’s throbbing cock hitting the back of her throat felt glorious while she sucked on him like there was no tomorrow. It also made her clit throb.

Her inhibitions were gone in a way she never thought they could be.

Marie massaged his balls and cock until he couldn’t hold back. As Bill began to spasm, she backed off enough to let his cum fly onto her face and breasts. The warmth combined with the water only served to turn her on further.

Standing up, she wiped it off of her and took her fingers into her mouth after she got each bit. His cum was slightly salty, but tonight she craved it. Except a little bit.

She took it and rubbed it bergama escort into her nipples, making her feel closer to him. It was sexy.

Bill wasn’t to be outdone though. He flipped her around under the running water. His hands dove in between her legs to massage her lips and clit. Her hands massaged her nipples as she felt him grow hard again with his cock resting between her butt cheeks. The pressure on both sides and the running water gave her one of the biggest orgasms she’d experienced to that point.

Both of them were spent. Soaping each other off and exploring the other’s body as if it were the first time, they made sure they were clean after everything. They dried off and crawled into bed.

Clean skin on skin and the warmth between the sheets calmed them down for a much needed break. Both of them were truly spent and needed it before they could do anything more. But they were ready for what the morning would certainly bring. While they cuddled and dozed into a gentle sleep, Marie softly asked Bill a question.

“We talked about exploring before. Today though made me think that we really should without any inhibitions; we should come up with new ideas and fantasies to try. Nothing held back and no limits. I want to try more than I had ever thought about until now. I know you said you would be, but are you? Willing to be that open in trying new things I mean.”

Quietly, a very satisfied Bill responded in the dark.

“I agree, and yes, I am. Seeing you feel sexy and amazing drove me wild. Let’s see what happens.”

“Where should we start?”

“We already have unintentionally. But we need to decide what’s right for us.”

“It was hot, especially kissing those two and riding you so publicly. Your cock is beyond words. But yeah, we need to better understand what we both want.”

“Let’s take our time and you should take a little more of the lead. My ideas could be a little out there, so you doing that will make sure it stays comfortable and fun for both of us.”

“I can’t wait,” Marie said quietly.

With that, they fell asleep with his arms wrapped around her. The arm under her neck came around and his hand rested on her left breast, feeling her heart beat. His left hand rested on her thigh massaging mindlessly as they both drifted off to sleep. Both dreamed about what they had seen that day and it made them horny in their sleep for what was certainly to come.

It was a deep and wonderful sleep.

Around 2 AM, she awoke but was still nearly asleep when she felt his finger massaging her clit. His cock was stiff between her butt cheeks again, but he was sound asleep. Without thinking she rolled up onto him and slipped him into her soaking pussy.

Softly they rocked back and forth. It was blissful sleep sex. Neither were fully awake, but enough to enjoy this and remember it even through the darkly lit room. Not having much, he came inside of her causing a small orgasm for her as well. Satisfied, she rolled back and they fell asleep without thinking about it any further but feeling fulfilled.

They slept until 9:30 AM that Saturday. Both needed it even though they were usually up around 6:30.

It was a slow wake up as Marie felt a light pressure on the edges of her pussy lips. Bill was still sound asleep, but massaging his wife’s body in a way that she loved. Gentle and tender, but very clearly sexy in a way that communicated passion.

As he faded back fully into sleeping, his hand dropped away. This gave her a chance to roll over and watch him sleep. She knew her husband was dreaming about something enjoyable with how hard he was.

After a little bit of watching, she slipped out of bed to get some coffee while letting him recover.

The fabric of her soft cotton bathrobe felt good against her otherwise bare skin. She felt it graze, glide, and sooth her with every step. Marie was both comfortable and very alive simultaneously, loving every second of it. It was very clear of everything that had happened. Finishing her coffee, she slipped into their home office. Ready to explore, she opened her laptop to begin looking at sexual activities that might appeal to her. All of the ideas that were on even just the first page of her screen almost overwhelmed her.

But they got to her as thoughts began to run freely of the feelings she wanted to experience.

She became very aware of the slightly cooler air around her in the room as her skin flushed with warmth from what she was reading. The sensation of the cotton resting around various parts of her body only heightened it further.

While Marie was that focused and aware of what she was feeling, she was equally engrossed in reading the information in front of her. A site she had picked covered the most common subject of toys. It was intriguing though and after yesterday had her attention. She had never considered the idea of using a butt plug during sex. While looking at those, it led into seeing biga escort prostate massagers for men. After watching a couple of very hot videos on it, she liked the idea of trying that with Bill to see how much more powerful things would be for him, especially with her giving him a handjob as well. Curiosity over the butt plug with a tail from it was also lingering in the back of her mind. They would need to find a local toystore.

The thing she missed though through it was that part of her robe had slipped down her smooth skin, leaving her left breast uncovered.

Marie’s rock hard nipple stuck straight out. Not a fact missed by her husband as he slipped in silently.

Bill’s light, gentle, loving, but equally passionate kiss on the bare skin of her neck and shoulder caused her to jump nearly out of the house. But his hand wrapped around her waist calmed her instantly as he let his fingers slide under the cotton to find the edge of her hip to stroke it. Everything was powerful for her.

With his other hand, Bill turned her around in the office chair to face him. His 6 foot build was amazing to her. The shorts and boner didn’t hurt either. Her focus wasn’t on that for too long though.

He was kissing along her neck and collar bone. Every part of her chest was sensitive.

Kissing along slowly, it didn’t take long to find her breast bone. His hands pushed the rest of her robe out of the way to leave her sitting naked with her husband kneeling in front of her. No time was wasted to tease the bottom of the left breast with his soft kisses while his one hand pinched her right nipple lightly and the other hand lightly scratched her side. This made her soaking wet.

Surprising her though, he started to move. His lips were kissing her left hip with his teeth grinding lightly into her skin while his hands picked up speed.

The kissing led down the crease between her pelvis and leg to her soft, smooth pussy lips where his nose and mouth disappeared. His face may have disappeared from view, but that was because she put her head back closing her eyes while his tongue found her swollen clit. He introduced a light hum as his tongue swirled between her lips. Sensations of the pleasure spread through her, making her body truly electric radiating out from between her legs as it flowed to her toes, fingers, and scalp.

Bill knew he was doing great when her pussy flooded while she tensed. Not letting up, he was able to make it intense enough and then back off to stack orgasms. Four or five times in, he figured it was time to give her a massive release. Her body was frozen as his tongue finally grazed across her clit to let her explode in a loud rush taking her breath away. It was the most massive orgasm she’d ever had.

Regaining consciousness and movement, she leaned into the smiling face of her husband to kiss him. The taste of her on him turned her back on.

It would need to wait though.

He convinced her that they should go get lunch. Frustrated at the abrupt action, she figured out he was doing it to tease her when they got dressed and he put on the loosest shorts possible. It was a game to go nuts while doing otherwise normally boring things. This could get really interesting.

And it did with the flirting that went on as they went through driving and eating their burgers.

What she wasn’t expecting when they left the restaurant was that he was turning away from home. She was right, it did make things more interesting as they pulled into an adult toy store a few miles from their home. Both of them had driven by many times and she had never gone in. Bill smiled.

“So, I did stop after we had talked about starting to explore because I figured we’d end up here at some point. It’s clean and I think it’s pretty safe.”

This was a bit of a surprise, but Marie was up to it. More the shock of what was going on got her attention. She was ready though and hoping to find some toys to help them explore even further. They took their time in the quiet store teasing and flirting as they looked at different things that intrigued them. Feeling between her legs were only enhanced by seeing the slight bulge between his from the ideas that were flowing as openly as the cum from her pussy.

Some of the things they agreed on were some soft hand restraints, a blindfold, and a large bottle of lube.

She decided to throw all caution to the wind and just try some new things all at once. One dildo caught her eye that was a vibrator that could fill both her pussy and butt. The other one that caught her eye was double ended. After yesterday’s events, she figured it wouldn’t hurt to have around.

Joining Bill in the men’s toys, he was looking at ideas for cock rings. It didn’t take him long to decide on one to that would only slip on, but would vibrate both him inside of her and against her clit. That fact was not lost on her when she looked at it. Nearby were prostate massagers and after a little bit bornova escort discussion, he agreed to at least try it out. They also picked up a DVD with a variety of fetishes to let themselves get some more ideas of what to try out.

The afternoon was still going with teasing and looking forward to trying out some new things. But where to start?

Slowly was the best option.

Tension was building for both of them. They wanted a huge release after flirting and teasing all afternoon.

Stripping down to just underwear, a tank top, and laying out a comforter from their bed in the living room, they slid the disk in to start watching it. Even though they had porn on their computers and streaming feed, this made it a little bit easier to see a number of things without having to search. The first scene was a warm up with an all female threesome that included some BDSM. Bill watched as his wife laid there with her legs spread feeling herself and watching the scene. It wasn’t something that they had really discussed, but she seemed to be enjoying it. That made him hard while her hands roamed up and down her sides, pressed the spots on her hips, and occasionally twisting her nipples through the white cotton tank top or massaging her clit through the light cotton of her panties.

This gave way to a scene that neither expected.

A couple flirting transitioned into a sexy strip tease leading into the bathroom of an apartment. The woman was entirely naked and it didn’t take long for a blowjob to begin. But it was followed by a surprisingly sexy golden shower as the guy let loose on her chest and down her body. Marie started masturbating furiously as she saw this. Bill wasn’t far behind.

Suddenly, Bill felt her grab him and lead him to their bathroom by holding his cock. Kissing him deeply, he felt the fabric of her soft cotton top and underwear pressing against him as she pushed him into the wall to make it as close as possible.

As she backed away from him, she looked him square in the eye and said, “Let’s try that.”

Turning the hot water on in the shower, she kneeled down. The warmth of the water ran down the back of her head. Some of it continued running through the soft shirt to her butt. The rest went along feeling amazing from dripping over her shoulders, causing her chest and nipples to show through the thin cloth. It was a perfect look for her.

It continued to her abdomen; from there it made the cotton between her legs entirely see through.

Bill was incredibly turned on, especially when she motioned him closer.

Amazingly, he was still able to do what she was asking. He began peeing on her chest which was warmer than the water. The temperature difference made her orgasm and shudder when it hit her. Not wanting to feel it through the cloth, she pulled her top off and exposed herself to it. The erotic experience of fully releasing herself to this made it feel even closer to her husband. Everything was different, naughty, sexy, uninhibited, and a free connection. It caused another orgasm.

He felt the same way. On finishing, he decided to make this an equal experience for her.

While getting onto his knees after pulling her up, he slid her underwear off and kissed the point of her lips that showed. His tongue worked back into her slit making her shudder again.

Looking up, he asked her to go ahead. This was a surprise. But he honestly wanted to keep it equal.

Some maneuvering with the hot water was needed, but it felt good on her back as she let herself not only pee in front of him but on him. It was even more erotic to her with the thought of a little bit of domination. It was time to try something new.

Soaping off for both of them, she kept slapping his hand away from his cock. As much as she wanted to take him right here, there was a new idea that popped into her mind.

Drying off, she told him to go lie down in bed and relax. Waiting for her felt like an eternity.

She came back with lube and the prostate massager, smiling deviously. To add to it, he had her use the handcuffs on him. It was an immediate increase in the tension between them for the pure desire and raw lust they felt. Making sure everything was lubed up, she slowly worked it into him. With how gentle she was with it, he began to understand how it felt for her. The tip of the toy found his prostate with her using it to massage him slowly.

Adding to it, she began stroking his cock. It was harder and slightly larger than she had ever seen it. After a few moments, she decided to really do something new. Leaving the toy in him, she swung over him and lowered herself in reverse cowgirl. The soft white well toned skin of her back was just the proverbial icing on the cake as her tight pussy wrapped him deep into her. Rocking back and forth while gaining speed, she also moved the toy around slightly. His senses overloaded as he stiffened from the sexual stimulus. He did his best to massage her back and butt, at that point though he couldn’t think of anything else.

Her thought was right. His cock let loose inside of her releasing stream after stream of hot cum deep inside of her. It filled her and began spilling out as her body released her own orgasm. His cock was stretching her to a new limit.

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“You’re such a good friend to me, Vic!” she said as we hugged.

Was there ever a more disappointing phrase to hear from someone you hoped you had a shot with? I dropped Carina off at her dorm’s entrance after our night out. Did I deceive myself or did she hug me harder than on previous occasions? I felt her breasts crushing against my chest, causing a subtle stirring below. But all too soon she released me, turned around and went to her room. I had accompanied her to her formal House function in our final year of university. And for tonight it seems I would be accompanying myself to my own room and release some of the built up pressure in my jocks. Nothing new.

To be quite honest, I was a good friend to Carina. We had met in our first year of varsity as our Student Houses were paired. We were all confused freshmen during that time. The male Houses were responsible for building parade floats and the female Houses were responsible for decorating banners and such. It was during this period that we met and first started becoming friends. Carina is the typical girl-next-door. Her dark brown hair contrasted beautifully with her blue eyes. Did I mention I was a sucker for dark hair and blue eyes? And of course like all young men at that age are able, I quickly gauged her breasts as a full C-cup with a body to match. Not athletically slim but beautifully curvy where it matters. I, on the other hand, was built like a prop forward rugby player: stocky, broad shouldered and not conventionally handsome. At least I didn’t think so. A typical Afrikaans farmer’s boy.

During that time we were both involved in long-distance relationships from our respective home towns. Mine lasted slightly longer than hers and of course that led her to start playing the field as it were. And as the years went by, boyfriends and girlfriends came and gone… And my various subtle advances to Carina were politely deflected. So I resigned myself to the fact that our friendship would probably not blossom into anything more, even though a pang of jealousy would occasionally rise whenever I saw her with anyone else.

After we graduated, each of us decided to continue with our post-graduate degrees. This was partly due to the fact that I couldn’t find a job in time and that she wasn’t quite ready to bid the life of a student good bye. We eventually enrolled for the same course. This obviously meant that we were doing a lot of studying together. I was still living on campus but Carina moved to a flat off campus. At this point I felt comfortable with our friendship. I started to realize that there was more than one girl out there and actually started to catch a few campus girls flirting with me. I am usually totally oblivious of the fact when I am being flirted with. But it seems that being unconventionally handsome were quite a few girls’ cup of tea. It was towards the end of the year that I started to notice a change in Carina’s attitude towards me.

A group of us decided to go out drinking and dancing at a popular Joburg hangout. I was driving Carina’s car as she declared roundly, “Tonight I’m getting blind drunk! These last few exams were hectic and I need to let my hair down.”

I picked her up at her flat and so the night began. She was wearing a shorter skirt than she would normally wear. I didn’t pay this too much thought. I did however sneak a few peaks of her smooth legs as the skirt hitched up while she was in the passenger seat. She may even have caught me creeping. But we just continued chatting about how relieved we were that the final exams were over.

A cheap version of Absinthe was recently introduced to the Joburg party scene. To the delight and subsequent regret of many revelers… Everyone was chasing the green fairy. We danced and drank late into the night and early morning. Carina frequently sidled up close to me. Her excuse seemed to be that the place was packed but I did notice that after each Absinthe, our bodies got closer and closer while the grinding got harder and harder. She seemed to enjoy feeling of my hardening knob as it poked into her hips. I noticed that Carina was wearing a thin red g-string that stuck out the top of her black skirt. Whether this was by accident or for my benefit I wasn’t sure. As the night wore on, Carina received a lot of attention from other varsity guys. Since my place in the friend zone was secure, I didn’t think too much of it. I just knew that she was getting hammered very quickly. Unfortunately for those guys it seemed that Carina was not taking the Absinthe too well towards the end of the night so I decided to collect her and taker her back home. Like any good friend would do.

On the way home Carina was in no condition to preserve her modesty. Her skirt had ridden so high up her thighs that I could see the red triangle the g string cut on her mound as she slouched in the passenger seat. In the dim light I thought I could make out that she at least had a bikini wax going on. The thin fabric pulling taught over her pussy had slightly shifted to reveal part of a smooth lip. Concentrating balçova escort on the road was incredibly difficult, I can tell you.

When we arrived at her flat I was too tired to drive the extra distance to get to my dorm. Carina was lucid enough to give me permission to stay over. I helped her out and guided her to her door. We struggled to get the door unlocked but finally we were home safely. I made myself comfortable on the couch. She started undressing in the lounge by first pulling her buttoned blouse over her head, getting stuck for a moment.

“Close your eyes if you don’t wanna see a strip show”, Carina slurred. Her skirt followed her blouse as I sat wide-eyed.

“Could tonight be the night?” I wondered. But just as the skirt hit the floor, Carina made a beeline for the bathroom. I heard the green fairy making an encore appearance behind the closed door. I think it was safe to say that tonight would definitely NOT be the night.

“Carina? Are you okay? Can I get you anything?”

Silence.

I opened the door and got an eyeful of Carina’s gorgeous ass that was split by the thin string of red fabric as she was hunched over the basin. She was not in a good way. I helped her get cleaned up and in her pj’s and put her to bed. I went to the kitchen to get a glass of water and two aspirins to sit next to her bed. When I set it down she opened her eyes slightly.

“Thanks Vic. You’re such a good friend. What would I do without you?”

“Yeah sure, don’t mention it. If you need anything just call me okay?” I curtly offered.

Carina then promptly passed out and I wasn’t called for. Thanks for nothing you fucking green fairy….

Some weeks later the same group of friends got invited to a farm outside of Joburg by one of our other friends. The plan was to drink, barbeque and watch movies the whole weekend. We each were given a list of items to bring. Of course, alcoholic items made up the vast majority of the list. We were going to be miles away from any neighbors and we wouldn’t need to drive anywhere. So we made sure we had enough of everything.

Carina and I were going in the same car to save fuel costs. We could fit our share in her little hatchback. Today she was wearing cute shorts that showed off her shapely legs and a tight t-shirt. The air-con was on full blast on this hot summer’s day. The cold air caused her nipples to poke through her t-shirt in sharp points. I wondered what those nipples looked and tasted like… I needed to concentrate on the road again so we made some small talk. All the while trying to ignore what happened, or didn’t happen, a couple of weeks before.

“So how’s the job hunting going, Vic?”

“Its going slowly. I’ve went for a few interviews but nothing seems to be coming my way yet. But my cousin who immigrated to the USA sent me an email last week.”

“Oh really?” she said with a tone of apprehension in her voice. I didn’t think much of it yet.

“Yeah. He’s got an earth moving equipment operation going on that side. He’s doing really well for himself. He told me that if I didn’t come right with a job for next year, that he had one for me.”

“Are you really considering it?” she asked me with wide eyes.

“Well I suppose so. I mean I haven’t had any success from job hunting. And I don’t have much tying me down here. So why not?”

“When are you going?” she asked.

“I’ve sent in my documentation to the US embassy so I’m just waiting to be called up for my interview with them. If everything goes well, I should be out of here in two months’ time.”

“Wow, that’s quick. I’m so happy for you!” Her tone of voice seemed to indicate the opposite. I gave her a puzzled look but she was staring out of the window. Could it be she was upset that I was leaving? The rest of the ride we spent in silence.

As soon as we arrived and parked the car, Carina seemed her old self again.

“Vic, reach back there and get us both a beer. Let’s start the weekend! We’ve got to celebrate!”

I was relieved to tell you the truth. I wasn’t relishing spending one of my few remaining weekends with angry friends. I cracked open two pilsners and handed one to Carina.

“Cheers!” we saluted as we clinked our bottles together. Now, as was tradition in our group, the first beer was to be downed. Somehow Carina always beat me.

“Its all about relaxing the throat muscles, Vic!”

“Well you WOULD know all about that you slut”, I joked.

“Practice makes perfect”, she winked back at me as she sauntered away, leaving me to unpack. Was it just my imagination or was she swaying her hips a little more than usual as she walked away? I just didn’t know with this one anymore….

What followed was a Friday and Saturday of cooking meat on the fire, lots of shooters and cocktails, swimming in the farm’s dam and watching movies from our childhood. The Little Mermaid is an amazing work of art when you are drunk. We had to take a shot every time Sebastian the crab complained about something. bandırma escort We were all broken by the end. We also played a mild round of truth or dare. I ended having to kiss one my friend’s girlfriends. Carina laughed at that but it didn’t seem genuine. One of the other girls had to tell us which fingers she used to masturbate and I was later dared to suck on those fingers. Carina looked me in the eye as I completed my dare. That was about the raunchiest it got in public. The guys who brought girlfriends, or could find a willing girl, all disappeared for various lengths during the day and evening. But Carina was never too far away.

As the evening got colder we started moving inside again. We all made our beds in the large living room in front of the TV as we watched Ghostbusters. Carina climbed into my sleeping bag next to me and laid her head on my chest as I held her. Being more than tipsy I started stroking her exposed lower back. She shivered slightly as I trailed my fingertips over her soft skin. She suddenly lifter her head and kissed me full on the lips. I was stunned at first but then returned the kiss, slipping my tongue over her lips. I turned slightly and she lay down on her back giving me access to her breasts that I immediately started cupping over her t-shirt. I heard her gasp softly as I grazed a finger over a sensitive nipple.

All around me I heard similar furtive noises from dark corners… it seems that we had some privacy in the midst of all our friends. I slipped my hand under her t-shirt, feeling her smooth stomach contract as I slowly moved my hand higher and higher until I felt her bra strap between her breasts. All the while our tongues slipped over each other as our kisses started to gain more and more intensity.

She surprised me by grabbing my stiffening cock over my shorts. It was my turn to gasp. Her groping fingers were thoroughly exploring my bulge. I slipped my hand under her bra and cupped a breast, rubbing a thumb over an erect nipple. Carina arched her back while she undid the clasp from behind, giving me unrestricted access. I lifted her t-shirt over both breasts. Luckily it was dark but we didn’t have an audience as everyone seemed busy with their own demonstrations of lust. I broke the kiss and took one nipple in my mouth as I tweaked the other one with my hand. Carina reacted by shoving her hand into my shorts, trying to bypass my underwear. I think she was pleased with the giant wet spot of pre-cum that started to spread on my jocks.

I unbuttoned her shorts and slid the zipper down… I could feel her waiting pussy was very wet as well, judging by how soaked her black cotton g-string was. I pushed it down a little, cupping her entire mound. She didn’t have a Brazilian… she was complete nude of hair. Her juices slathering my hand, allowing me to slick her entire pussy. I bit her nipple gently as my finger found her clit at the same time. She bit back a groan and pulled my head hard against her breast. She finally got my underwear out of the way and started pumping my fully erect cock with her hand.

She pushed me onto my back and put my hand under her pussy. She guided my middle finger into her as she started to ride my hand. At the same time she grabbed my cock, tugging furiously on it. I arched my wrist in such a way that I could reach her g-spot with my fingers as I massaged her clit with my palm. Our noises started to get louder but we were still quieter than the rest of the gathering. The excitement built in Carina’s hips as she bucked harder and harder, almost crushing my hand with her pussy while she throttled my cock.

“If you keep playing that hard with me I’m going to cum very soon”, I whisper in her ear.

“Go for it… I’m almost there too…” she replied huskily.

She clenched her legs around my arm and I could feel her pussy quivering as she slowed down her bucking but pushed my finger even deeper into her. Her warm juices covered my entire hand as she came on my palm, biting me in the neck in an effort to stifle her moans of ecstasy. The look she had on her face is what sent me over the edge. At that exact moment I came by shooting a long rope of cum into the air. It slapped down onto my stomach, her back and our blankets. I shot more streams of thick cum over us until my orgasm subsided.

She rolled off my hand, panting. Lying back, she smiled at me.

“I probably shouldn’t have done that”, she said through a naughty smile.

“It was as much my as your fault”, I replied. “But I don’t regret it. I’ve been trying to get closer to you for a long time. What’s changed?”

“I’m not exactly sure. I just know that when you licked Tanya’s pussy rubbing fingers, I wanted some of that too. I’m glad you don’t regret it. I enjoyed it too.”

“Well the night isn’t over yet… Come with me”, I said as I got up and helped Carina to stand up. I pulled her by the hand to an empty bedroom in the farmhouse. I let her sit down on the bed as I stripped her t-shirt and bra from her body. Her gorgeous bayraklı escort boobs were now completely free. Her pointed nipples were rosy red and aroused at my previous touch. I took off my shirt and pulled down my shorts. My cock was starting to stir again at the sight of her sitting shyly on the bed. I knelt between her legs and pulled her shorts up and over her thighs, tossing them on the floor. The only clothing left on her body was her black cotton g-string that had crept between her pussy lips.

I took one of her feet and kissed her ankle, planting tiny kisses on the skin as moved to her calf, and then her thigh. My lips pressed more firmly the lower I slid, finally resting my mouth against her warm hole over her underwear. This I then slipped it from under her ass and over her legs. At last, being completely naked, I knelt over her pussy again while holding on to her knees. I admired the site of her spread pussy lips, glistening. She blushed a little as she saw the look on my face. Seeing her reddening cheeks made my cock jerk.

I dove straight down and started licking her pussy lips. Nibbling on each a little bit as I swirled my tongue around her sopping wet hole. Both my hands grabbed a breast and pinched a nipple as my tongue started to dart into her gaping pussy. I was trying to get my tongue as deep into her as I could so I can taste her full essence. Nothing in this world has ever tasted that good.

I put my mouth over her swollen pink clit, sucking on it and flicking it with my tongue. She grabbed the back of my head and arched her hips. There was now no escape. I slipped a hand between her legs and inserted a finger into that slick pussy while I massaged her clit with my tongue.

“Two fingers, Vic, please….” She gasped.

I obliged and curled my fingers to get to her g-spot. I was much more effective this time because as soon as I touched it, Carina’s bucking became more violent.

“Yes please! Don’t stop! Right there…”, she moaned.

I was pumping my fingers into her as hard as I could. Suddenly her legs stiffened and she grabbed a pillow to put over her face. She started shuddering as her juices came pouring out over my hand. Her muffled cries were still loud as she came as hard as any girl I’ve ever seen. Her juices squirted out in short bursts but it soaked my chest and neck. She pushed my hand away and rolled onto her side, hugging the pillow tightly as she slowly came back down to earth…

“Wow, Vic… if I knew you could do that to me… I would’ve grabbed you a long time ago…”, she said breathlessly.

“Well if I knew you could squirt, I would’ve tried much harder too!”

“That’s only the third time ever I came that hard… But I could only ever make myself quirt. Nobody else has ever had that effect on me”

“Well I’m glad to be of service!” I chuckled looking mighty pleased with myself.

“But now it’s your turn….”, she growled as she pushed me onto my back. She took my half stiffened cock deep into her mouth and I was immediately mesmerized. She bobbed her head up and down over the whole length of my growing cock. She took it out of her mouth and started to peer critically at it.

“I couldn’t see how big you are in the dark.”

“Well at most I’m probably just 6 inches. Hardly a pornstar sized dick”, I defended.

“But nice and thick…” she said as she took me into her warm slippery mouth again. She could easily take my whole length into her mouth and throat. I’ve never had a deep throat experience before and I was amazed that she could do it so effortlessly. No wonder she could chug a beer like that…

“There! I think that’s hard enough”, she suddenly announced as she straddled over me and lowered herself onto my newly stiffened cock. There was a slight resistance when the head parted those lovely lips but then our combined juices let me slip up into her right to the hilt. Her eyes immediately rolled back as she placed her feet under my arms. I grabbed her hands to stabilize her as she started bouncing slightly on my cock. Feeling her muscles massage my length and gently tugging at my cock was incredible. She leaned back slightly giving me an unobstructed view of her fully aroused clit and pussy lips locked around my thick shaft. With each rising motion her tits jiggled beautifully. I was getting even harder when I felt her pussy clench me tightly. Her eyes shot open and a wordless cry escaped from her mouth as she came again but with a little less intensity.

I let her slide down and lie on her back. I knelt between her legs again and slipped my stiff member into her. She was still coming down form her previous as I lifted her legs over my shoulders. I started riding her deep stick, our bodies making slapping noises as I slammed into her. My balls were smacking her ass with every thrust.

“Yes baby… fuck me hard…. Just like that…”, she panted as her eyes locked with mine. I saw the lusty need there again. I redoubled my efforts as I lifted her ass slightly of the bed and plunged into her as mightily as I could. I was splitting her pussy wide open with my rigid, arching rod. Her pussy lips almost felt as if they were sucking my cock when I retreated and hungrily accepted the fullness it offered when I plunged deep into her again. She was playing with her engorged clit as my thrusts gathered intensity.

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As soon as he heard her name he was excited to meet her. He was having dinner with his friend who mentioned she was going to meet up with some people. Something about just the sound of her name struck a nerve within him. He needed to put a face to the name.

She didn’t disappoint. Her eyes sparkled as she extended her hand to him. Her touch was firm, yet feminine. Her hair was a reminder of the sun kissed beach bunnies from his home of California. It was her smile that stole the show. He couldn’t have asked for a more perfect set of lips to look at. She had defiantly made his night so far.

Their communication was brief for two reasons. The first being that he knew himself and what his weaknesses are. He gets too excited and overzealous, which leads to him coming on too strong. The second was that he had no idea if she was taken or not. The second point would be answered briefly.

Within minutes of her arrival, another man walked up beside her, and she snaked her arm around his waist. Their demeanor suggested that they were together, or at least had been intimate at some point. Well no harm in flirting a little anyway he thought. With a shrug, he began to banter with her.

He was playful, and it seemed to be reciprocated. They seemed to flow through their conversation, and it seemed liked a little momentum was building between them.

They were not the only ones who noticed. Soon, other guy had his hands on her legs, or scooting closer to her. They went out to smoke, and other guy sat next to her, hand on her back. Peeing around her wouldn’t have been as noticeable as this was. All he could do was smile about it. There wasn’t really a chance this was going to happen. He was having fun with it.

They did have fun, playing off each other words, high five-in each other, just having a great time. He felt like there were sparks all over, but she was hard to read. Plus there was the other guy, so it was just fun right?

The moment that changed happened in a blink of an eye. She was looking at him, and said something. He forgot what it was because he was kind of lost in the moment with her. She stuck her tongue out and something lit in him. A desire he hadn’t felt since his heart had been broken. This had gone from playful banter to a little fire between them. He felt something for her; he wanted to know more of her.

His thoughts then began to drift to other areas. He thought of her tongue. He wanted to taste her mouth, wondered how she kissed. His desire began to grow. He wanted to feel her skin on his, he wished to touch her, feel her softness, and hear her pants of desire. He wanted to know how she moved, what it felt like to wrap her in his arms. How would she fit in his embrace? The questions began to swirl.

He wondered if she felt it too. She seemed at moments to be interested, even felt like the heat was reciprocal. Her eyes got bigger when she talked with him, she smiled often. There was a gleam in her glance. It was intoxicating.

Finally the dam broke. She handed him a slip of paper. It was out of sight of other guy, which confirmed that there might be something unofficial going on there, but that she was interested. It contained only one short message. Hilary- (319)555-1771 Call Me Soon.

He was floored and flattered. How could this have happened? All the second guessing came to wondering, would he be the second guy? Was he ok with it? What would the harm be in calling…?

So, a few days later he texted her. Immediately she seemed happy to hear from him they had a good few texts and decided to meet at the same place they had met a few nights before. He was nervous, but I couldn’t let the opportunity pass him by. As he prepared he had no idea what to expect. He searched for that feeling of nervousness, or fear. Neither resided in his gut this time. He was full of energy and excitement. He was ready for this.

He arrived about fifteen minutes before he was supposed to. He wanted to make a good impression, but also wanted every second with her he could get. It felt like an eternity before she arrived. When she did, nothing could have prepared him for it.

She walked in the door, almost as if coming from a movie. Her hair swung freely around her jean jacket. The brightness of her white shirt was complimented by the darkness of her jacket. Her skin looked as though if touched her avşa escort she would find she was made of cream. Her hips swung with a womanly gate that made his imagination stir. He couldn’t wait to touch her.

He wouldn’t have to wait long. She smiled as soon as she saw him and immediately they were hugging. She smelled wonderful, and she fit better than he could ever have imagined. Her form melted into his and it felt like the hug lasted forever. In truth it was just a few seconds. The after effects would linger inside of him for a long time after. The excitement carried through the night as they had a few drinks, and laughed together. After a little bit, they played some pool on a secluded corner of the joint. There were some great moments, that would be considered typical, yet because of the players in this dance felt electric. She feigned not knowing how to shot a shot so that he would he would have to lean against her to help her out. He would stand across the table as she shot admiring the view of her beauty. They would touch hands occasionally, and every time the electricity of it shook him.

After a few hours, came the part he was excited about, and yet was unsure of. We walked her out to her car. The night was clear and crisp. Normally a parking lot wouldn’t be romantic but with the brightness of the stars, and the girl he was with, it wouldn’t have mattered if zombies were about to attack, he was lost in the moment with her.

She walked to her car and turned around leaning against it. There was some definite tension and excitement. I wanted, no needed to kiss her. His curiosity of what she would be like, the feel of her lips, the texture of her tongue was eating away at him. Every time she had stuck it out at him drove him nuts. He needed to see what it would be like. He chatted while waiting for his moment.

It came a few moments later. She reached up to hug him again, and he kissed her check. She lightly, almost inaudibly moaned. I felt it against vibrate his check, more than actually heard it. He kissed her again a little closer to her mouth. He felt her turn her head towards him. Instead of kissing her right then, pulled back a little bit to examine her eyes. He saw the willingness of her to offer her lips, the softness in her eyes, he wanted to build the yearning a little more.

She tilted her head a little, and he knew it was now or never. In unison they moved slowly towards each other. The space between them gradually closed and soon their lips and made contact. It started out soft and gentle. Their lips met, his breathing quickened melting into the kiss, feeling her lips part only slightly. Their lips separated, and came together several times. What started as light touches began to grow into hungry nibbles. Soon tongues where moving, and the passion was increasing as the kisses grew longer.

His hands moved from her back to her hips, to her hair. He pulled her closer, feeling her smaller frame crush against him. She moaned several times in his mouth as their passion heightened. He felt her hands roam on his back; he relished her touch, and even jumped when her hands found a bare spot of skin where his shirt had ridden up.

He took her hair in his hands and almost reluctantly pulled her mouth from his. By doing this, by her hair, he exposed her neck. He immediately began to nuzzle on the soft flesh there. He felt her heat rise up through her blood, and the hunger grew more. He could not have imagined this to be any better. Until he felt her hands move to his chest and lightly push him away.

He looked at her as she looked away for a second. He knew he might have crossed the line, but passion does that to people. She took a few minutes before she said anything. He knew their night was over, but didn’t regret anything. His lips still tingled.

“I have had a great time with you.” She began. “I honestly didn’t know how much fun we would have. And I thank you for this night.” He felt the end coming. He looked forward to her hug again. He was perplexed when she pulled out her phone.

“I told myself I wasn’t going to do this.”

“I’m sorry if I rushed you into this.”

She chuckled.

“You didn’t rush me into anything. In fact, wait ten minutes, check your phone. You might be surprised.” With that she leaned up and kissed him quickly. As quick as that ayvalık escort happened she was in her car and gone. He smiled as he watched her go.

He went back into the bar and ordered a drink. He paid for it and watched the game as it was going on. What a great night he thought to himself. Kissed a beautiful girl, had a good time, and now football. Wish the beer was cheaper, but what could he do? All in all it was a good night.

He got up to go to the bathroom, and was standing there peeing when he remembered he was supposed to check his phone. He reached into his pocket and looked at it. One message received. He opened it, and was out the door in seconds. The message was simple… 912 east 17th St.

The drive was short, and he was shaking with excitement and nerves as he approached the door. He knocked a few times. After what felt like hours the latch came undone, and there she stood. They said nothing; she just smiled and grabbed his hand. She offered a drink which he turned down. He had too much flowing through his body as it was.

“I need to say something.” She looked at him as she waited for him to continue.

“I don’t do anything with someone I’m not exclusive with. “

He went to continue but she silenced him with a kiss. There was no more use of words after that. The kisses started to blend together as their feet moved in unison as she led him to her bedroom. She hugged him closer as they found her door. She began searching for the knob behind her back. He reached around her and opened it as their mouths continued to work on each other. The door flung open, and soon they were in the darkness. He pushed her through the room looking for her bed. They found a wall instead.

As soon as she was planted against it, his kisses took on a ferocity that she had yet experienced. She kisses moved from her mouth to her neck to her collarbone. There was a mixture of kisses and nibbles. She was reeling in the mixture, feeling the textures of his hot breath, his wet mouth, and the gently scrapping of his goatee. He moved his hands to her sides, almost hesitant to touch her in his passion. She ached for the feel of his hands on her bare flesh. She longed to feel his.

She reached down between them and fumbled for his belt. He didn’t realize what was going on for he was lost in her scent of her neck. When she had almost gotten his belt undone his hands shot down to grab her by the wrists. He gently pulled her hands behind her and pinned them together with one hand as he got to work on her shirt. He reclaimed her mouth with his, as he fumbled with her shirt. Finally he just yanked the buttons free. He was rewarded with the image of her creamy skin in all its glory. Her breasts were not overly large, but supple. He worked his way down her front till his mouth began to climb over the roundness of the swell. He kissed around the nipple, before moving his head into the valley and began to kiss around the other one. She began to struggle a little as her breath was coming in short gulps. She was turning her chest to try and get his mouth to find the location she wanted him to.

When he finally found that spot, she gasped loudly. The moan that escaped was loud and breathy. The texture of her nipple was wonderful in his mouth. He released her hands as he held one of her breasts and the other hand trailed down her back to her backside. She grabbed his head as kissed her all over. The fire was growing for both.

He reached for the button of her jeans, and it popped free in seconds. The zipper came down on its own as he ran his hand inside. He felt the silkiness of her underwear, and the heat radiating out of her. Soon her hands were pushing her own jeans down to give him some room to work. His fingers had just brushed her sensitive button when she took him by his shoulders and turned him against the wall. She kissed him as she undid his shirt, revealing his chest to her. It was not a firm as she liked, but he was not to hairy. There was a silent strength to his form, and masculenaty beautiful. She kissed his neck and heard him moan in reply.

She began to slowly kiss her way down his form as she worked his pants open. Before she had hit her knees, his pants were in a pool around his ankles. His erection jutted out in front of him and she wanted to taste him.

She looked at it for bafra escort a second before looking up at him while wrapping her fingers around his hardness. He wasn’t huge, but had a great girth to him. In many ways he was the perfect blend of length and width. Still looking into his eyes she leaned forward and planted a kiss on the tip of his friend. The head was soft and spongy. She opened her mouth slowly taking more and more of him in it. He felt warm and tasted not so much of salt but more of passion. He threw his head back as she devoured his member. Her mouth was even better than he could have imagined. He knew he couldn’t hold out long, but knew he could make it up to her. He said he name once, she moaned back at him. He said it again and she picked up her pace. The third time he said it, it was a warning to her. Her reply was an mmm hmm that he felt and not heard. With that acknowledgement he let forth his passion to fill her mouth. She hungrily bobbed and swallowed. He breathing became raspy, and his eyes were full of stars.

It took him a few minutes to recover, and as soon as he did, he located her bed. Then picked her up, kissing her along the way and placed her on the bed. His mouth moved quickly to her neck, her collarbone, her chest, her nipple, then the other one, to her belly finding her belly button along the way. He stopped there to lick it in the same manner he intended to like her. Her breathing was shallow and her moans could not be described as anything other than desireful.

He moved past her belly button to her pelvis, and hen just as she thought he was going to attack her area, he backed off. He kissed her hips, the joint of her legs, her thigh, her knee, her calf. When he got to her ankle, he switched legs and settled in between them. He kissed his way back up her leg as his fingers began to dabble in her. He felt he slickness, and began to gently pull on her lips. He sucked on her thigh as he teased her opening. Soon she was writhing around in anticipation. Without warning he licker her button and slid a finger into her, hooking the finger around her pelvic bone. He began to lightly lick her as his fingers gently pulled her closer to their desired location. She began to feel it build in her, and there was no stopping it. She hit the first one, as she did so he closed his mouth around her button.

The second one came soon after, followed by a third. She kicked her hips up trying to get him to release his grip. She wanted more of him, and would not be satisfied until she had such. She pulled on his head, and he complied slowly re-climbing her body. She was glad to feel his hardness rub against her calf as he did so, telling her he was ready for all kinds of things.

He kissed her as he finished his climb. It was a soft kiss, and built the anticipation a little more. He looked into her eyes for a long time. Kissing her periodically. He shifted his hips and soon his hand had placed himself at the entrance to her Eden. He gazed into her eyes, not saying a word and yet writing a novel of desire.

She couldn’t take anymore. She wrapped a leg around his and tried to pull him into her. He began to slowly sink in her. Still he didn’t move. She then moved her hips a little, gaining about an inch of him. She craved more, he knew it. He wanted it as much as she did, but he needed her to know how serious this was for him. They locked eyes; he leaned forward and kissed her. As he did so, he sank into her completely. Her long moan was captured in his mouth. Soon his hips were rocking with hers, and the rhythm was building. Their bodies danced the dance of lust as the sweat began to form on them. She was warm, wet, and he slid in and out of her fluidly.

He pulled her hair gently to re-expose her neck. She yelped as he bit her gently and he stoked her. They were lost in their passion. She scrapped his back with her fingernails, he grabbed her ass as he drove deeper. She pushed back against him, as he pushed harder. The moment was caught up in them.

He felt the tide of all he had beginning to raise in him. He whispered her name in her ear. Suddenly her hips became even more alive. She met his strokes, her cries of pleasure matching his feeling. He whispered it again. He needed to know where it was acceptable to place his need. He asked, and she didn’t say a word. He whispered her name one last time and began to pull his hips away from her. She wrapped her legs around him so that he could not do so as he unloaded in side of her. Hers hit a few seconds after, feeling him pulsate inside.

They were worn out, and neither really remembered falling asleep, but they did. She wrapped in his arms.

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